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A Man of Singular Talent (AMOST) - Ladybug	By : Mephisto_Pegari Category: +M through R > Miraculous LadyBug Views: 8092 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A Man of Singular Talent - Ladybug
by Mephisto Pegari
(mf, mm, group, mc, nc, oral, anal)
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A rather long story continuing the adventures of my mind-controlling protagonist. All the characters except the protagonist (and a random Swedish girl) are from the animated show "Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir" ("Miraculous, les aventures de Ladybug et Chat Noir").
If you want to read more about the protagonist and how his powers work, seek out my earlier stories (e.g. the Spooksville story on TSSA).
I am greatly indebted to:
Doorknob22 for his invaluable advice on earlier drafts.
PandaPensif for his translation of the French dialogue and his insights on the story.
Vibes for his translation of the Italian dialogue.
(It is not necessary to understand French or Italian to read this story.)
As always feedback is welcome ( mephisto.pegari@gmail.com).
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All characters and events are fictional. Many are illegal, immoral and/or impossible. Never try this in real life. You do not have mental powers.
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Like anyone who has the ability to control the minds and bodies of others, I get bored sometimes. The same looks, faces, bodies. Other people travel abroad when they tire of the old homestead; although I travel constantly I rarely cross national borders. Too many identity checks, too many machines not susceptible to my very special talents.
The solution of course is to let the world come to me. Many major cities seem to have more tourists than residents. Which is why this evening I find myself sitting in a cafe opposite a mid-range hotel in one of the busiest tourist hotspots in the country (I prefer mid-range hotels - expensive hotels have older patrons and more security).
I expect to be sitting here a while, looking out the window and watching the comings and goings across the street. But in fact I had just set my coffee down when a group entering the hotel catch my eye. A gaggle of teens pour out of an airport minibus and into the hotel, shepherded by a woman who does not appear much older. I catch a glimpse of a dark-haired girl, not more than a glimpse but enough to captivate me; I manage to get a longer look at the older woman, a slender redhead. I abandon my untouched coffee and head out to the street.
At this point I realize I had made a mistake in choosing my observation point. The only crossing in this busy street is far from the hotel. By the time I enter the hotel the group is gone. The lobby is small, a couple hundred square feet at most. I am alone here except for one receptionist. Perhaps all is not lost.
I greet the receptionist who raises her head from the computer screen below the reception desk. Before she finishes her "Hello, welcome to th-" I am inside her mind and rooting through her recent memories. Yes, she did book in the group I had seen, not moments ago. A group of French students and their teacher, apparently. A little rummaging in the receptionist's mind and I have the room numbers of both the redhead teacher and the darker-haired girl (though not their names, which she has forgotten already).
This achieved, I take a proper look at the receptionist, and am surprised I did not do so earlier. Linnea is a Swedish girl with long pale blonde hair framing a round face, her full lips frozen in a smile. Pale blue eyes complete the look. I send a silent mental order to her and she obediently stands. She's about a head shorter than me, with an impressive chest stretching her uniform shirt (which is buttoned to the neck because she got fed up with guests peering down her cleavage at every opportunity). Linnea turns around and shows her curves are not limited to her chest; her ass fills out the conservative dark slacks very nicely. A deeper glance into her mind reveals that she is eighteen and is using this job as a working holiday. Looks like I'll be adding some Scandinavian flavor to my French evening.
The hotel keys are electronic; with a little mental push it is simple for Linnea to create three keys, one for the teacher's room, one for the dark-haired girl's and another for an unoccupied room. I head for the elevator. I consider ordering Linnea to join me, but it occurs to me that her abandoning her post would be problematic. Linnea's shift ends in an hour, however, so I spend a little time tinkering in her mind. By the time the elevator has arrived Linnea has forgotten all about me, except for one deeply implanted instruction to go to the teacher's room when her shift is over. With that covered I head for my first rendezvous.
The rooms for the class group take up one end of a corridor on the fourth floor. The teacher's room is at the very end, so I use the key and enter the room quickly before any of the students notice me. Luckily the teacher is not immediately visible; as I quietly close the door (and set the deadlock) I hear the sound of the shower running.
I cannot take control of people's minds without a direct line of sight, so while I wait for the teacher to finish her shower I close the curtains and strip off. I make myself comfortable on the double bed. It isn't long before I hear the water turning off, but I have to wait a good twenty minutes before the woman emerges from the bathroom - typical, right? The bed is not immediately visible from the bathroom, so I see her before she sees me, making it easy to take control of her before she can utter a sound of surprise.
The teacher (whose name is Caline Bustier, according to the brief scan I took while taking control of her mind) is indeed a redhead, and as she obeys my silent mental command to walk to the foot of the bed and drop the towel wrapped around her body I can confirm she is a natural redhead. Either that or the neat landing strip of pubic hair is dyed as well, which seems unlikely. My gaze travels up her body, and I feel my dick start to stiffen as I take in long legs; a slender body with just enough curves to be unmistakably feminine; apple-sized breasts with a dusting of freckles between them; a round face with more freckles on either side of a straight nose and large piercingly green eyes (currently wide with shock at her inability to do nothing but stand naked in front of an equally naked male stranger); and of course locks of red hair, tied up at the back except for one lock falling just beside her left eye. Caline's hair has evidently not been showered; the rest of her body is glistening with small beads of moisture that accentuate her fresh features nicely. Caline cannot be over thirty, I estimate; another look inside her mind tells me she is in fact 26.
So far I am very pleased with my latest toy, but there is one final thing to check. Caline's mind jolts as she finds herself turning to face away from me, bending her knees and arching her back. My gaze goes straight to her ass, enticingly displayed by her pose. The French redhead's naked ass is not large but it fits her body well; her pussy is clearly visible in this position, as is her asshole (which her memories tell me was thoroughly cleaned in her shower, how convenient).
Enough voyeurism, on to the fun part. I issue some further commands and Caline turns again before slinkily mounting the bed and crawling over my body. I return her ability to speak while she approaches me, not too loudly though.
"Mais qui êtes vous donc ?... Et... Que faites-vous ici ?"
... I'm lucky my ability to control minds is not dependent on language, because I have no idea what she is saying. From her mind (and my copious experiences with this scenario) I can guess she is asking the usual pointless questions. I reply with my usual response.
"All you need to know right now Caline is that I have complete control over you. Your mouth, your pussy, your petite ass, it's all mine to play with, and when I'm done you'll forget ever meeting me. There's nothing you can do about it, so just sit back and enjoy the ride if you can."
"...what? Who are you? Why can't I sto-mmmff!"
My usual response to the usual question is as usual completely ignored. It does at least pass the time until Caline is on her elbows and knees directly above me, her head inches from mine. Her questions are cut off by her leaning her head down and kissing me, an act to which I eagerly respond. As we lock lips my hands rise off the bed and start exploring the rest of her naked body, starting at her hips and going over her back until I have her breasts in my grasp. Her skin is damp, supple and pliant, and I take pleasure in holding her firm breasts; judging by the muffled squeals from Caline I may be holding them a bit too tight. I enjoy it though, so I cup one breast in each hand and squeeze them, to Caline's vocal discomfort.
As much as I enjoy Caline's kissing (you can make your own french kissing joke, if you must), my penis is starting to feel left out of the action. But that is easily fixed; Caline lifts her lips from mine before planting them on my neck, beginning a slow crawl back down my body. I release her breasts from my hands and enjoy the sensation of them rubbing against my chest, followed by Caline's soft lips before finally a gentle tickle from her loose lock of hair. The bed is only of a normal length, so Caline is soon standing on the floor, her upper body bent down as she covers my stomach in kisses (I had removed her ability to speak again, in order to enjoy the quiet sounds of her movements). The position is no doubt uncomfortable to maintain so I show a little kindness by scooting down to the end of the bed until my own feet rest on the floor, allowing Caline to kneel and sit on her heels as she finally brushes her breasts over my erect penis and comes redhead to cockhead. I lift my upper body up on my elbows so I can get a better view of Caline as she places her face against my penis; the touch of her cheek against my shaft makes it twitch in anticipation. The beautiful redhead looks up at me with a pleading look in her eyes, and I cannot resist restoring her speaking ability again as she slowly places her lips on the tip of my dick.
"S'il vous plait, non ! Je ne veux pas, je ne peux pas faire ça, non-mmf !"
Caline's protests are again cut short. This time it is not her tongue pushing into my mouth that silences her, but my dick being pushed between her soft lips, as she lowers her head and engulfs the tip and a good part of the shaft in her mouth. Her eyes are still fixed on mine, and as she starts swirling her tongue around the shaft I distract myself by reaching into her mind and assessing her mental state. As expected at this stage Caline is still confused and afraid, but there is a surprising current of resignation as well; Caline is adjusting to the hopelessness of her situation faster than most. I make a few mild tweaks to make sure her mood does not turn into desperation (panic is unhelpful) before delving into her memories.
Caline is a teacher in a collège in Paris. She is well travelled and skilled in languages, which is why she was trusted to escort a class of teenagers on this trip. Her travel experience is much more varied than her sexual experience; no husband or boyfriend, only a few casual relationships in her history. It seems her innocent looks are accurate.
Caline is looking much less innocent right now. While I was inside her mind her journey down my dick continued, and now her lips are only about half an inch away from the base of my shaft. Her eyes are no longer wide open, but half closed in discomfort as she struggles to fit my penis in her mouth. One hand has reached to stroke and fondle my balls, gently pulling them one by one (a trick taught to her by a former boyfriend who I should really thank one day). She is audibly breathing through her nose, and I resist the temptation to pinch it closed and watch her struggle to breathe around my dick. Save that for later perhaps. For now I simply place one hand on top of her silky red hair and give her the extra push she needs to take the last fraction of my dick into her mouth. As Caline's lips touch the base of my dick she finally takes her eyes off mine and tries to look down at where my flesh meets hers. Her crossed eyes are quite amusing, especially when I twitch my dick inside her mouth and her eyelids flutter in distress.
I take my hand off Caline's head and give new mental instructions. Caline immediately starts bobbing her head, her lips tightly closed around my shaft as they slide up and down. Her hand has moved away from my balls, as she needs both to steady her body. There's not much finesse to this, but I enjoy watching this young attractive redhead naked on her knees, servicing my dick with her mouth, so I just lean back and watch for a while.
The first orgasm of the evening is always the quickest, don't you find? I almost prefer to get it out of the way quickly so that I can take my time with the next half dozen or so. It certainly doesn't take long before I can feel my balls tighten in preparation. I had already decided that I wanted to see Caline's fresh face covered in my cum, so before I end up shooting in her mouth I order her to stop. Caline lifts her head off my dick, which emerges glistening and swollen. One of Caline's hands snakes up to take hold of the shaft, wrapping her carefully manicured fingers around it. The redhead's eyes cross as she tries to look at the dick pointing her face, while her hand strokes it hard and fast.
I had not removed Caline's ability to speak during the blowjob, she had just had other things to do with her mouth. Now free of obstruction, she still doesn't say anything beyond a soft whimper as my cum erupts from my dick and lands on one cheek, covering her dark freckles with white. Under my control, her hand shifts to try to aim the next spurt on her other cheek, but it arrives too fast and instead lands on the side of her nose and the corner of one eye, causing her to reflexively wrinkle her nose and close that eye. She does manage to get the third streak across her other cheek however, and by the time my orgasm subsides and my balls are emptied, Caline's face is efficiently covered in warm white cum. She takes the head of my dick into her mouth, using her tongue to whisk away the last drops while looking up at me with her one open eye. I take the time to look into her mind; Caline's earlier resignation has blossomed into full hopelessness. In this state she would accept anything I do to her with minimal complaint (I'm not stupid enough to imagine she would submit willingly of course, this is real life not some silly BDSM masturbation fantasy).
My attention is brought abruptly out of Caline's mind by the sound of a knock on the door. I remove Caline's speaking ability immediately, before reaching out with my mind to scan the area (I can sense other people within a small radius, just not identify or affect them without seeing them). In the corridor is one mind in front of Caline's door. I assume it is the receptionist from earlier but I don't like surprises, so rather than go myself I order Caline to rise and open the door while I get within eyeshot behind her.
It is indeed Linnea at the door. Her confusion as to why she needed to come here is quickly replaced by surprise and embarrassment at being met by a naked woman with cum on her face. This gives me ample time to take control of Linnea's mind, and she enters the room without a murmur. I address Caline as she closes and locks the door.
"Good girl Caline, now go clean up."
Caline heads to the bathroom, helped along by a smack on her ass. I then turn my attention to my next toy, the blond teen receptionist standing silently in front of me.
Behind me in the corner of the room is a desk and a simple armless chair. I take the chair, turn it to face Linnea, and sit. Linnea looks at me with fear, her eyes occasionally darting around to find some kind of escape but always returning to me. I beckon her over and she jolts into motion, until she is standing less than a foot in front of me.
"I bet you'd like an explanation right about now? Sure you do. It's simple really. I control your body and can tell you to do anything I like. And you are going to do *anything* I like. Understand?"
"..."
"You may speak."
"..ah! I don't, who... how are you doing this?"
"I just told you. Keep up."
"Why are you doing this?"
"I just told you that too. Ah, never mind, be quiet now."
"..."
"Better. Still wearing the frumpy work outfit I see. Well, that's the first thing to fix. Strip, babe."
Linnea's mind radiates shock as she finds herself unable to speak. The look of confusion in her eyes turns to outright shock as she watches her hands reach for her shirt buttons without her volition. Soon her shirt is unbuttoned and falling to the floor around her feet. Her slacks soon follow. Linnea's underwear is similarly utilitarian, although her bra has some serious engineering to keep her chest restrained. Linnea unhooks her bra and removes it, and her breasts almost spring out of their confinement. They aren't porn star big, but nor are they porn star fake; large round breasts capped with prominent nipples loom over me. There's a clear upwards curve to them; in a few years these beauties will start to droop but at 18 Linnea's breasts don't have a hint of sag in them despite their impressive size. Linnea catches me staring at them and her fear is tinged with embarrassment. As she bends down to slip her panties down her hips her chest comes close to touching me, and I can't help but order her to freeze for a moment so I can take her breasts in my hands. My fingers sink into her flesh as I lift her breasts to feel their heft, before I let them go again so she can finish stripping. Soon panties, socks and shoes are discarded and Linnea straightens up, completely naked in front of me. Linnea's body is as shapely as I had guessed even with her work clothes on (I'm something of an expert in these things). A relatively narrow waist flares out to form a sizable round ass, again not porn star proportioned but certainly a good compliment to her top half. Linnea stands with her legs apart, enough that I can see her pussy peeking out from pale blonde curls of pubic hair. A glint catches my eye; further inspection shows she has a piercing of some kind down there. All in all, a very pleasing package, and a nice contrast to the slender understatement of Caline's body.
I'm still feeling quite drained from my earlier climax, but the sight of a hot naked blonde in front of me is always a nice pick-me-up. Even more when I can get up close and personal. I issue some more mental commands to Linnea, who steps forward, turns, and drops herself into my lap. The immediate tactile sensation of her soft skin against mine is welcome, and my hands waste no time reaching around to cup her breasts again - a reaction almost as automatic as if I were the one being mind controlled.
Linnea starts to gently circle her butt in my lap. Her pubic hair tickles my penis, which is beginning to wake up from its slumber. My hands feel the fullness of her breasts, before one reaches down past her smooth stomach to explore between her legs. The blonde teen certainly has some kind of metal piercing in her pussy though I cannot tell by touch exactly what. Her pussy feels dry but with a few well-practiced mental manipulations I soon get her aroused (a purely physical effect, I cannot create mental arousal if none is present to begin with). I order Linnea to turn her head so that we can kiss, and as her full lips meet mine and my tongue invades her mouth, my mind invades her memories.
Linnea has an interesting sexual history. Quite well-versed in sex for an eighteen year old, with a strong preference for women over men. Apparently the boys her age are all too interested in her impressive chest to pay enough attention to her own desires. Oral sex with both genders, some vaginal penetration (both flesh and plastic), more titfucking than she'd like (see previous statement re: selfish boys), one abortive attempt at anal... not nymphomaniac level experience but certainly more than the older Caline. No current girlfriend or boyfriend, nor indeed any friends in this city - apparently she arrived only a week ago. How fortunate that our paths crossed.
Linnea's pussy has started to warm up, and is slippery enough that I can insert a couple of fingers. Her nipples are similarly aroused; I feel them go from soft to firm under my hand. Having a hot naked blond grinding her ass in my lap while I finger her pussy, play with her breasts and explore her mouth with my tongue has exactly the effect you would expect. My penis is fully erect and ready for action, jutting between her thighs and rubbing her pussy whenever her circling ass brings it close enough.
At this point Caline emerges from the bathroom. She has cleaned up her face and mouth, applied some makeup and fixed her hair (still being worn up, I think it suits her). Her eyes display no surprise at seeing me toying with the new girl, nor does her mind show anything but calm, almost fatalistic acceptance when she finds herself walking over and kneeling in front of us.
Following my mental commands Linnea stops circling her ass and raises her body. Caline reaches out and gently grips my shaft, angling my dick just right to point straight at Linnea's waiting pussy. I often like to hear a girl speak when I first penetrate her but this time I decide on silence, so that as the blonde teen slowly lowers her body again I can focus on the sensation of warmth enveloping my dick as it pushes past Linnea's outer lips and into the depths of her pussy. I cannot see Linnea's expression from this position, but I do hear a sharp intake of breath as she feels me enter her. It's a smooth insertion, tight but not uncomfortably so, and soon Linnea's ass rests on my lap again, this time with my dick deeply embedded inside her. Caline moves her hand away as Linnea resumes circling her ass, swirling my dick around inside her. Linnea's mind is awash with shock and humiliation at her violation, so much so that I have to reach in and dial down her emotions enough that they do not distract me from my own pleasure. I speak and break the silence.
"Ahh, yes, that's right babe. Your pussy feels great. Keep grinding your ass around, let's make sure you feel my dick touch every part of your tight little hole. Oh, and Linnea, meet Caline. You two will be getting to know each other almost as well as I'll be getting to know you. Say hello Caline."
Of course I have removed her ability to speak, so instead of verbally greeting Linnea, Caline bends down and starts to kiss Linnea. A little mental prompting and soon the girls are locked in a deep passionate kiss, a nice visual sensation to complement the physical sensations of Linnea's pussy on my dick and her body in my hands.
I explore Linnea's anatomy while she grinds her ass in my lap. Her breasts are full and pliable, nipples now prominently erect in mentally-induced arousal; I roll them between my fingers, feeling the stiff yet soft skin. Her stomach is taught, muscles straining to maintain her constant movements. Reaching between her legs, I feel where my dick is swallowed by her pussy, the circling of her hips causing my dick to constantly slide in and out by small degrees. Again I feel the hardness of the metal piercing against my fingers, but her pussy is so slick I don't sense it on my dick. Linnea's mouth is busy with Caline, so instead I kiss the back of Linnea's neck, tasting a mix of sweat and some perfume I cannot quite identify.
While I could continue in this way for hours (and have, in the past), after a while I feel like taking a more active part in Linnea's violation. Linnea is surprised and relieved when she finds herself stopping her motions and standing up. My dick slides out of her pussy as smoothly as it entered. Caline is already heading to the double bed, lying on her back; Linnea soon follows. I order both girls to raise and part their legs. Standing at the end of the bed I admire the two women lying side by side; Linnea's fuller figure in contrast to Caline's more delicate frame. Two pussies await my attention; two pairs of eyes look at me with embarrassment and fearful anticipation.
I haven't finished with Linnea yet, so I move to kneel between her legs. My dick finds its way back to the entrance of her pussy easily. This time I can watch as the head of my dick parts Linnea's folds, surrounded by blonde curls, and sinks deep inside the Swedish teen. Linnea may prefer girls but her pussy is no stranger to penis, and I have no difficulty in stroking my dick fully in and out of her in a steady rhythm.
I want to watch Linnea's expression as I fuck her, so she and Caline do not resume their make-out session. However I don't want the French girl to feel ignored. So on my orders she rolls to her side facing me and Linnea, one leg still raised to allow Linnea's hand to reach down and start stroking her fingers over Caline's pussy. I help by initiating the same arousal process I used on Linnea. Caline meanwhile is kissing and licking Linnea's face, neck and shoulder.
We continue in this way for an unknown length of time. Linnea's pussy feels great, and we have all night - I anticipated a long night so I slept during the day (I imagine it will be harder for Linnea after a long working day, but if I cared about her that much I wouldn't be inside her right now, and what would be the fun in that?). Caline's pussy has warmed up, and the occasional involuntary shudder tells me Linnea knows how to finger an aroused woman.
I contemplate my next move as I look down on the two girls. There is still the dark-haired student of Caline's, but I have a plan for her. Checking Linnea's mind shows she is not on birth control - not a problem really, as sterility seems to be a side-effect of my mental abilities, but it does rather spoil the mood if a girl's mind is constantly full of fears over unwanted pregnancy. So I issue further mental orders and the girls return to their previous poses, lying on their backs with legs open (well, Linnea's legs are already open as I am currently between them, but you know what I mean). I take one more look at my Linnea's pussy stretched open by my dick before withdrawing and moving back. Linnea's sense of relief is palpable as she lifts one leg to let me move over to Caline, almost as strong as Caline's rising dread as she watches me kneel between her legs and position my dick.
Unlike Linnea's pussy, half hidden by pubic hair, Caline keeps herself clean shaven over than a landing strip of trimmed red hairs. Not much of Caline's pussy is visible from the outside. Tiny triangular labia mark a straight slit, albeit one currently raised up with arousal following my mental commands and Linnea's skillful manipulations. Still, her dainty slit opens up easily enough when I press the head of my dick against it, and soon I feel the warmth of another pussy around me. Having found my mark I raise my head so I can watch Caline's expression as I slowly penetrate her (Linnea's eyes are tight closed, but I ignore her for the moment). Her large blue-green eyes are delightful to watch, as she silently pleads for me to stop. In fact, let's turn up the volume on that pleading.
".. ah ! Non.. je veux dire- no Please don't! Pas votre bite, pas là ! - It is - You can't - ah ! arrêtez ! S'il vous plaît, arrêtez !"
Mindful of the thin hotel walls, I have not permitted Caline to speak loudly. Her bilingual pleading as I push into her and start stroking my dick inside her therefore comes out as a soft almost-whisper, which if anything encourages me to start fucking her in earnest. I know I don't have long before I come again anyway, so after an initial acclimatization I start energetically pumping my hips, causing Caline's body to shake and her litany to be interrupted by an "Uh!" every time I bottom out in her delightful pussy.
Fucking this gorgeous French redhead is great fun, but before it becomes too much fun I look over to Linnea.
"Come on Linnea, I have a present for you."
Linnea's eyes fly open as she finds herself rising up and getting on her hands and knees. She turns and places her head down over Caline's hips, getting a close up view of my dick plunging deep into the teacher's abused pussy. She doesn't get to watch the show for long, though, because I remove my dick and place it, wet and throbbing, in front of Linnea's face. Linnea dutifully (well, on command) opens her mouth and my dick slams into her, getting most of the way in before hitting the back of her throat. In this position I cannot go further, but that's okay. I take hold of the back of Linnea's head to steady myself while Linnea closes her full lips around my dick and starts sucking. Linnea's blue eyes dart around, but escape is out of the question as I begin to fuck her mouth with the same eager rhythm I was fucking Caline's pussy moments ago. I last barely a dozen strokes before my dick spasms and cum starts spurting. I hold Linnea's head in place as I empty my cum into her mouth (she cannot move anyway because my mental control is absolute, but it instinctively feels good to hold her). Linnea's eyes are wide as she starts to panic, but I am too caught up in the moment to notice. I do not move until my last spurt of cum coats the back of her mouth, at which point she has begun to lose consciousness. Releasing my dick from her mouth I finally allow her to swallow, after which she gasps and coughs. I wait a moment for her, then order her to clean my dick with her tongue.
Looking down at the blonde I realize her silky blonde hair is tangled and her body is slick with sweat from her earlier exertions. I'm not too fragrant either. Hmm, time for a shower perhaps. Caline is still fresh, but I can see she is tired, so on my command she falls instantly into a deep sleep. Linnea finds herself climbing shakily off the bed and going to the bathroom, followed by me (even in my post-orgasm state I admire the blonde's shapely naked ass as she walks. Definitely have to sample that later).
The bathroom is small, with most of the space taken up by a shower. Linnea gets in the shower, turns it on and jumps a little, gasping at the cold. Tsk, these old hotels just don't give instant hot water. I wait a while for the water to warm up before joining Linnea in the shower.
It's a tight fit; we cannot close the cubicle and so the bathroom floor is quickly very wet. But I don't mind getting up close and personal with the hot blonde teen. In fact I'm more than happy to help soap her body, running my hands over her breasts and stomach. Linnea returns the favor and I enjoy her hands on me. She kneels and spends some time cleaning my dick and balls properly, signaling completion by taking my now semi-erect dick into her mouth. I reach down and idly toy with her breasts as she sucks me. My hands glide around her skin, made slippery with soap. Which of course gives me an idea.
Without releasing my dick from her mouth Linnea kneels and holds her breasts together, creating a deep cleavage down which I pour a generous quantity of shower gel. Linnea rubs her breasts in circles to spread the gel around, before removing my dick from her mouth and tilting her head back. The wet girl looks up at me as I press my dick between her ample cleavage; a little rearrangement of her hands and my shaft is fully enveloped in soapy titflesh. I can't resist taunting her a little.
"That feels great babe, tits like yours just look so much better with a dick between them, don't you think? No? Oh but of course, you never did like it when guys tried to titfuck you did you? Don't worry, Linnea, I don't just see you as a great pair of breasts. Your pussy is great fun to fuck too."
Linnea cannot move much in the confines of the shower, so my hips do the work. My dick slides between the Swedish girl's soft breasts. At the top of each stroke the head of my dick is briefly visible before disappearing again.
Titfucking Linnea is a great visual experience, but I have cum only a short while ago and even I have some limits. So after a while I disengage, rinse off and step out of the shower. Linnea still has some cleaning up to do, so I let her continue alone while I towel off. As I do so I take a quick look around the bathroom. Caline has an impressive array of bottles and various beauty appliances scattered around; half the items I can only guess at a purpose. I do not find much of immediate interest however, until I come across a hair straightener (I guess Caline's hair is naturally curly, kind of a shame not to see it au naturelle). The straightener itself is not the interesting item, rather the plastic case it came in - comprised of two halves which fit together seamlessly, it is long and cylindrical with an upwards curve at each end. I take the case with me as I leave the bathroom.
When Linnea emerges from the bathroom she is dry and clean in every orifice, per my precise instructions. I'm not quite ready to play with her yet though, so I decide she and Caline are going to entertain me with a little show first. A mental command and Caline is awake and alert. When she sits up and sees me and Linnea I sense some disappointment in her mind; perhaps she thought we were just a dream. Any lingering doubts are dispelled when I order Linnea to sit opposite to Caline and lean in for a kiss. On my orders, Caline leans forward and their lips meet. I watch the blonde and the redhead make out. Their hands soon reach for each other's bodies, stroking each other's breasts gently. Under other circumstances this might be fun for Linnea, but unfortunately I sense no enjoyment from her mind. No matter, I can manipulate her body into arousal if not her mind; I do just that with Linnea and Caline, readying their pussies for the next step.
I liberally apply moisturizer to each end of the case and hand it to Linnea. Linnea takes the slippery case and places it between her and Caline. With a little repositioning Linnea and Caline find themselves sitting with legs entwined and the plastic case inside their pussies. The girls hold each other tightly, arms around backs and breasts pressed together while they resume their passionate kissing. Every movement causes the case to realign inside the girls; with a little mental prodding this movement is increased by the girls moving their hips, rotating and thrusting forwards at irregular intervals.
Time for me to join in, I think. I stand on the bed in front of the girls, my dick at their head height. The girls break off their kiss to attend to me, and Caline turns and takes me into her mouth while Linnea kisses my balls. Soon I am looking down at the blonde teen and the redhead teacher as they take turns to blow me, their naked bodies joined by the plastic case deep in their pussies. Caline's mouth is smaller; her look of discomfort every time she goes deep and the head pokes against her throat is incredibly cute. Linnea's full lips are a delight whenever they slide along my shaft, to say nothing of her skilful tongue fluttering over the head; she looks even better with a dick in her mouth than without.
For a while the only sounds in the room are the wet noises of the girl's mouths and pussies (and the odd groan from me, I'll admit). I am tempted to let them suck me to orgasm and cum on both their faces, but there is still one more thing I want from each of them. So I extract my dick from Linnea's talented mouth and let them lick the shaft together while I plan my next move. Hmm, the width of the bed looks about right...
On my orders Linnea and Caline move apart. The case slides out of their pussies and onto the bed, much to the girls' relief. I have Caline pick it up before she moves to lie down sideways on the bed. As I had guessed, the bed is wide enough that she can fit her head and body on the bed. Linnea gets off the bed, walks around and remounts it, on all fours above Caline in a position Linnea recognizes as a classic 69 pose. She is proven right when my mental commands prompt her to lower her head between Caline's raised legs and start burying her tongue in the French girl's pussy. Having her pussy licked by a girl is a new experience for Caline, and not one she would normally consider judging from her mental curl of revulsion. As Linnea lowers her hips to place her own pussy above Caline's face this feeling significantly intensifies, but I spare Caline from her first taste of pussy by instead commanding her to reinsert the hair straightener case into Linnea. I wait until Caline has the case securely inside Linnea's pussy before applying moisturizer to my dick and standing at the side of the bed behind Linnea. As I take hold of the Swedish girl's firm, round ass I return her ability to speak, but speak myself before she notices.
"So Linnea, time I sampled your gorgeous ass. Ready?"
"MMmf! Nnm, plnn!"
"Oh of course, hard to talk with a mouthful of pussy. Doesn't matter anyway, I'm ready and that's what counts. Caline, keep working that into her pussy, let's see how much she can take inside her."
"Nn! Nnmf! NNNAAAAAHH!"
Linnea's muffled pleading turns into a scream as I push the head of my dick against her asshole. Caline doesn't want to watch but nor does she take her eyes away from my dick as it penetrates Linnea's last hole. The moisturizer helps, but it is still a fair amount of work to get the head inside her. Soon afterwards I am secure enough to take hold of Linnea's hips, and with that extra leverage I am soon working my dick in and out of Linnea's tight ass. Linnea hasn't stopped screaming, but her face is buried in Caline's pussy so the noise is minimal. I can feel the plastic case through Linnea's body - that thing is long enough for two girls, so Caline's continual sawing of it in and out of Linnea's poor pussy must be really filling her up.
I look down with pleasure as I watch my dick sink into Linnea's round ass. The same ass I had admired since it was so unfairly obscured by loose dark slacks is now naked and being vigorously fucked by me while its owner squeals and moans. On my outstrokes I catch a glimpse of Caline's face, flushed red partly with the effort of maintaining a rhythm with the makeshift dildo and partly due to the effect of Linnea vibrating Caline's pussy with her every scream. Every so often her hair tickles behind my balls, a delicate sensation that contrasts with the more intense feeling of Linnea's asshole tightly gripping my shaft.
I pause for a moment, my dick only just inside Linnea. Now that the blonde is not moving Caline can more easily manipulate the case. On my silent mental orders she takes the curved case in both hands and pushes it as far inside Linnea as she can - which is quite far as it turns out, there must be a good eleven inches in there. Linnea makes indistinct protests, increasing significantly in pitch and urgency as I start pushing my dick back inside her asshole.
"Mmmf, nnnf... NNF! AANNF! FUUUHH!"
Linnea's mind is awash with pain as Caline and I stretch her asshole and pussy as far as we can manage. Her body involuntarily spasms, an intensely pleasurable feeling as her ass milks my dick. I am strongly tempted to start pounding Linnea's ass until I come inside her (which would not take very long at all). But instead I grip her hips firmly and keep my dick fully embedded in her quivering ass, reveling in the sensations for what seems like twenty minutes but is probably more like two, before speaking.
"You like that, babe?"
"NNNNN!"
"No? Well I do. How about you Caline, you like what you see?"
"..."
"Well, I hope you do, babe."
I pull out suddenly, and before Caline realizes what she is doing she opens her mouth wide and sticks out her tongue. I plunge my dick straight from Linnea's ass into the redhead's mouth. Her position allows easy access to her throat, and I enjoy seeing it visibly bulge as the head of my dick slides neatly into place. I give a few rough thrusts before pulling out, resting my dick across Caline's face as she gasps and splutters.
"Because you're next."
I remove Linnea's speaking ability and restore Caline's, then issue some further mental instructions. We move to the other end of the bed (the sheets have gotten rather sweaty on this half). Caline is once again lying on her back. She lifts and parts her legs, bringing her arms up to pull her legs back as far as she can manage. Her pussy and asshole are completely exposed, a situation not unnoticed by the alarmed redhead as I move to stand between her legs.
Linnea meanwhile has placed herself, still on her elbows and knees, to be at a right angle to Caline, her head close enough to Caline's hips that she can bend down and take my dick in her mouth. I feel Linnea's tongue again flitting around my dick, and reaching into her mind I see that she is almost grateful to be sucking me, compared to having her pussy and asshole abused so thoroughly moments before. Gratitude is a strange reaction; I reach down and over and slap Linnea's ass hard, causing her to jerk forwards.
"I haven't finished with your ass, Linnea. I've hardly even started."
The slap and my words have the desired effect; any feeling of relative happiness is replaced with dread at what I have planned (in truth I'm mostly just winging it now, but she doesn't need to know that). Of course her feelings do not stop her from servicing my dick as my mental commands have compelled her; she continues to keep my arousal levels high with her adept tongue-work.
"But first, I have one more ass to fuck. Never had it in your ass, have you Caline?"
"..non-no."
Caline's fear at what is coming is written all over her face. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her arm muscles are tense as she grips her ankles. But a quick look in her mind shows the inevitability is bringing back her earlier fatalism. Caline is resigned to her fate, and sees no point in begging or pleading.
On my command Linnea wraps her lips tightly around my shaft before slowly sliding them away, her cheeks concave from sucking until the head pops out from between them. I align my dick to Caline's open asshole, the head touching her skin.
"Hey Caline, what's "fuck my ass" in French?"
"E-Encule moi."
I start to push. Caline's anal muscles close up but I press harder and the tip of my dick slowly enters her ass.
"Ah!"
"Say it again"
"Encule moi."
Now that the head is past the entrance the shaft of my dick starts slowly disappearing into Caline. The skin around her asshole stretches as it is pulled inwards.
"Aïe ! Merde !"
"Say it again"
"Ca fait maaal !"
"Say it again"
"Encule moil ! AAAH !"
My initial push gets my dick about halfway in Caline's ass before the resistance gets too much. I look down and see the French redhead's no-longer-virgin ass wrapped around my dick as her anal passage flexes and ripples around my shaft. It's a beautiful sight, made even more so when I start pumping my dick inside her. Small jerks at first, graduating to longer, deeper thrusts as her asshole opens up and I can fit more of my dick inside Caline. Caline's protests get more intense the deeper and harder I fuck her ass, but my mental commands mean they never rise above normal speaking volume, no matter how urgent and desperate she becomes.
"Aah. Aah ! Fuc...merde, non, c'est tro-AAh ! God, no, pl- ugh ! Ah !"
I build up a steady pace - no subtlety here, all I want to do it fuck this girl's ass and that's exactly what I am doing. Caline's chest is flushed red, her breasts bouncing every time I push my hips forwards. Her face is flushed red too, mouth open as she gasps and moans, hair coming loose from its arrangement as her body moves against the bed. Linnea is still on all fours beside us, but for now I want her only to watch as I violate Caline.
I don't even notice when my dick becomes fully embedded in her ass, but before I know it I am stroking my entire length into Caline, relishing the feeling of cool air before my dick plunges into her warm, tight asshole. The slim redhead is still holding her legs up, almost bent double, her hands gripping her legs hard enough to leave bruises.
"Oh Jesus, please, it is- ah! huuh! Ah, ça fait mal, je-ah !"
I feel my balls tighten. I'm moments away from cumming hard. On a whim I grab Linnea's head and almost slam it down to Caline's waist. Linnea is shocked by my sudden move, opening her mouth in surprise just as I slip my dick out of Caline's red raw asshole and start cumming. By random luck the first stream of cum flies straight into Linnea's open mouth and down her throat. Linnea reflexively closes her mouth as she starts to choke and cough, but I hold her head in place both with my hand and with my mental abilities, so the next load coats her full lips. After that my ejaculation loses some velocity, and the rest falls short of Linnea's face and instead lands on Caline's pussy; I angle down slightly to get some on her asshole as well.
I realize that I've been making my own moans as I come, mixing with Caline's continued pleading and Linnea's coughing and heaving as she struggles to breathe through my cum. I worry a little about being too noisy, so I remove Caline's ability to speak. Reaching out with my mind I sense the people in the adjacent room are still asleep, luckily.
I take a step back and admire my work. The French redhead teacher is lying naked, her legs still held by her arms and her body covered in a sheen of sweat. Her asshole is red and swollen and sticky with my cum. The Swedish blonde teen is kneeling with her head resting on Caline's waist, her lips covered in cum. Her round shapely ass is raised in the air - it'd be a good position to fuck her if I hadn't just completely emptied my balls.
Looking at the alarm clock on the bedside table (red LED digits like something from the 1990s), its 12:20 a.m. I feel completely drained and I know if I laid down now I'd probably sleep through to morning. But I haven't forgotten the dark-haired student; in fact thinking of her produces the mildest of twitches in my rapidly-deflating dick. I would not have the energy to properly toy with her until I sleep, but I still have some arrangements to make before then.
With a couple of mental commands Caline releases her legs and she and Linnea lie down side by side on the damp, stained sheets before immediately falling asleep. I stagger off to the bathroom for a hot shower, which both cleans and partially revives me, then dress and head out of the door.
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