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The Power of Suggestion	By : JakeEupeigh Category: +S through Z > TaleSpin Views: 9212 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
- 1-The Power of Suggestion
- 2-Desperate Times
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Kit slowly opened his eyes, wincing at the morning sun shining through the bedroom window. It was only a few seconds before all of the memories from the night before came flooding back. His eyes shot open, he slowly turned his head to see if Rebecca was still asleep, but he was alone. His heart began to race, his mind was panicked. Where did she go? What did she do? How will I explain this.
It was only after he attempted to calm his mind that he noticed, he was not in Rebecca's bedroom anymore, but his own at Higher for Hire. It was then he started to ask a different question. How did I get here? He tried thinking back to the night before, but everything after falling asleep in Rebecca's arms, was a blank. Was it all just a Dream? But it felt so real. He closed his eyes, and he could see Rebecca's soft fur and skin, feel the way her breasts molded themselves to his hands, he could still taste her lips and essence, he could feel her breath on his neck. When he opened his eyes, Kit looked down to the end of the bed, and saw a tent in the middle. He pulled up the covers and could see his boxers standing at full attention and completely soaked with semen.
Kit's head laid back down in his pillow. Staring at the ceiling he sighed in disappointment, savoring the memories while he could.
After a few minutes, Kit threw back the covers, got up, and started toward the bathroom, throwing his boxers into the hamper along the way. He turned on the hot water to the shower, feeling the water slowly warm, he got in, and let the water soak him from head to toe. He washed his face, then his arms. He put some soap on his hands, then knelt down and began washing his legs and feet.
When he stood back up, he began washing his chest and belly, the soap foaming up as he rubbed, and ran down his chest. He then started washing his still erect penis. Caressing his, he slowly wiped all over it, to remove the slimy residue of his cum, released by thoughts of Rebecca in his dream. He again pictured her, naked, in bed, begging for release. These thoughts were doing nothing to ease his erection. Kit then began pumping his cock with his, still soapy, hand. He put one hand on the wall by the shower head, and let the water cover the top of his head. Kit remembered seeing Rebecca from the closet, the color of her panties, the crease that formed in the middle. He remembered the way her hair became trapped in her mouth as she moaned, thrashing and thrusting her hips to meet his. "It's so weird", he thought to himself, "I almost never remember my dreams, but this one was so clear, and powerful."
Downstairs, there was a noise at the door. The door opened, and Rebecca came walking into the entryway, carrying a briefcase.
"Kiiiiit!?" Rebecca said loudly "Don't tell me you haven't gotten up yet!?"
She then put the keys back in her pocket, closed the, still open, door behind her and flipping the "Closed" sign over to the "Yes, we're open" one.
It wasn't until she reached the top of the stairs that she heard the water running in the shower. "Small miracles" she thought to herself as she walked down the hall to her office, "Lord knows how Kit just loooves to sleep in on Saturday."
As she passed Kit's room, she noticed the door was open. She could faintly smell something musty emanating from the room.
"I've got to get that boy to clean his room." She, again, thought to herself as she turned back to the hallway toward her office, "If a customer saw how disorganized he keeps his room, they'd never trust us with their merchandise."
As Rebecca approached her office door, she removed her keys from her pocket to unlock the door, she approached her desk, laying the briefcase upon it, and turned the small office chair to face her as she sat down.
Opening up her briefcase, Rebecca removed several file folders and began placing them on different parts of the desk, getting ready to do her morning paperwork.
Meanwhile, inside the upstairs bathroom, Kit was still pumping his erection, his mind dead to the world except for the memories of the sexual encounter in his dream that he was concentrating on.
His excitement rising higher than he had ever experienced. It wasn't like it was the first time, for Kit, he regularly masturbated several times a week, but something was different now. "Come on" he thought to himself, "I should have cum by now." His face turned from one of extreme desire to a grimace of pain. It wasn't pain, exactly, though, it was a desire that was not being fulfilled.
Something was wrong, he began pumping harder, concentrating harder on his memories. Memories of his cock pumping hard into Rebecca's dripping cunt. The sound of her moans as he climaxed, the slight vibrato in the sound she made when she came.
Nothing was working, Kit's eyes, clamped shut while still concentrating on trying to achieve release, shot open as he gave up in his attempt and let go of his erection. His desire was out of control, he had no choice but to wait for it to subside, like an ice cream headache. As he looked down in frustration, as if his own penis was actively mocking him for being unable to satisfy his own desire, he could see his own heartbeat in the pulsating veins of his cock.
Still frustrated, Kit turned off the water on the shower, and grabbed his towel as he headed toward the door. Putting the towel over his head to begin to dry it, Kit opened the door and headed for his bedroom.
At the sound of the door opening, Rebecca lifted her head, to tell Kit that he has two deliveries to prepare for that afternoon when, instead, he jaw went slack, gaping, as she saw a naked Kit Cloudkicker, whose head was hidden under a towel, turn to face her while closing the bathroom door, sporting a mighty erection, before walking over to his bedroom, turning once again, and shutting the door behind him.
In that small period of time, Rebecca's mind raced, images flashed through her mind, Kit lying next to her, kissing her, feeling her, fucking her. Her mind almost seeming to step back from itself, wondering where these images were coming from and who was causing them.
Several seconds after Kit closed his door, Rebecca's senses returned to her, she looked at her desk. "I can't let him know I was here." she thought to herself. She carefully packed up her files, back into her suitcase and closed the lid as quietly as she could. She did not even lock the clasp for fear of Kit hearing her. She, then, stood, again as quietly as she could in her old office chair, and removed her shoes, as she began sliding her feet along the floor, as not to give any tell tale sounds of falling footsteps. Still, quietly shuffling down the hall, she slowed down to be as quiet as possible while crossing Kit's bedroom doorway. She could hear him inside his bedroom grumbling about something, but as she passed, she began to pick up speed as she was afraid of him exiting the room early. When she began to descend the stairs, she used the railing to take most of her weight, as she knew they creaked when she climbed them. After several pauses when the stairs did make noise, she reached the bottom of the stairs and put her shoes back on.
Relieved at successfully evading Kit's attention from her private office down to the main entrance, Rebecca then opened the main entry door and slammed it shut, shouting "Kiiit, are you up yet, you've got 2 deliveries to prepare this morning!"
She then walked, loudly, over to the desk in the main entryway, and slammed her briefcase down, opening it up, and laying out the files on the desk.
Kit, inside his bedroom, begin to panic. Knowing his erection was not going to subside anytime soon, his mind raced with options. He could claim to be sick and stay in his room the entire day, but that would draw Rebecca's attention, she would most definitely want to see him, or take care of him in some way, there was no way he'd be able to hide his shame. He could try to sneak out, pretend he wasn't there, but Rebecca would get curious, go looking for him, maybe even call the police.
He finally settled on attempting to disguise it. He'd put on the tightest pair of underwear he had, and the baggiest pair of pants, it was his only hope. As Kit left the bedroom, he felt the anxiety only grow, as he descended the stairs. Keeping his back to Rebecca as much as possible, he said "Okay, I'm off to get those orders ready.".
"They have to be ready by 10 okay?" Rebecca said while still looking down at her papers, unwilling to look up and again confront the images she knew her mind would produce.
"Sure thing." Kit said, breathing a sigh of relief as he went outside.
With that potential embarrassment now avoided, he went to the warehouse next door.
The sliding door at the end of the warehouse made a squeaking sound as it slowly opened, Kit's frame was dwarfed by its size as he continued to open the sliding door. He, then suddenly came to a stop. Two sets of pallets were stacked just inside the entrance. Kit quickly looked around, as if to catch someone in the act of doing his job for him. He lifted the cap on his head, and began to scratch underneath. As he approached the groups of pallets, he noticed the shipping invoices on both, they were, indeed, the orders he was to prepare that morning. With a continuing look of confusion, he tried to come up with a rational explanation for it. Baloo wouldn't have done this, he hates moving crates, besides he was making a delivery and wouldn't be back until Monday.
Wildcat was too clumsy to be trusted with moving merchandise. Kit was pretty sure Molly couldn't physically lift some of those crates, and Rebecca told him he needed to go out and do it. So unless there was someone else working for Higher for Hire that he was oblivious to, for the last 10 years, Kit was still at a loss for how the orders got prepared.
As Kit reentered the office, Rebecca looked up from her desk, surprised to see him so soon.
"What's wrong?" She asked, pencil still touching one of the papers still on her desk.
"I'm not sure how, but both orders have already been prepped." Kit replied, shaking his head. "Did you hire any dock workers recently?"
"No." Rebecca replied, "Hm ... I suppose the client could have sent someone, but they don't have the key to the warehouse, and they would have to have come when we were weren't here."
After a few seconds of bewilderment, she then said "I'll have to give them a call to find out."
Rebecca picked up the phone, and began to dial a number, at which point Kit walked over to the recliner Baloo usually sat in when he was in the office.
As he sat down, he felt his raging hard on slip outside of his underwear, he had completely forgot about his morning "episode" pondering the mystery of the prepped orders.
Before Kit could secretly adjust himself, Rebecca looked back up at him after successfully dialing the phone. But when she looked up, she could immediately make out the outline of Kits enormous erection extending well into the right leg of his pants. She immediately averted her gaze as to not arouse Kit's suspicions.
Without noticing Rebecca's stolen glance, Kit immediately put his right hand in his pants pocket, to covertly re-position his pulsating erection back underneath his underwear. As he slowly finished this painful exercise, he noticed his hand was not alone in his pocket.
He felt a small plastic box, and quickly grabbed it and brought it out to examine it. It had felt like a cigarette lighter, but when he looked at it, it was just a plastic box with a small wheel on the side. He had never seen it before, he began to wonder how this thing ended up in his pocket to begin with. Kit felt his day was just getting weirder and weirder, from his dream, to his inability to attain release in the shower, to the prepped orders in the warehouse, and now a strange plastic box or toy of some kind, hidden in his own pants pocket. Curious, he turned the small plastic wheel a little until he felt it click, and displayed the number 1 on its side.
Rebecca suddenly slammed the phone back down onto its base, eyes open wide.
"What's wrong?" Kit said, looking up from the curious box.
"They ... uhhh ... didn't answer." She replied quickly, in a raised voice. "Guess I'd better call the other client."
But when Rebecca picked up the phone, she had difficulty dialing the number, her concentration seemed to be elsewhere. When she finally did get the number dialed she began scanning the room, as if she were looking for something, or someone. When her eyes fell on Kit, who was staring at something in his hand.
She was about to ask him what he was holding when Kit, again, rotated the wheel to display the number two.
Rebecca's eyes lost focus for a second and her voice cracked when she asked "Whahhhhts that you have there, Kit?"
"I'm not sure, I just found it, in my pocket a minute ago." Kit replied, still staring at the small black box "It looks like a toy or some kind of remote."
Rebecca nervously took removed the phone from her ear, and hung up the receiver.
“Hmm, guess both clients are not answering.” she replied, eyes still widened for some unknown reason.
"Say, can I see that?" Rebecca asked, her voice still wavering slightly "Maybe I'll know what it is."
Kit then, carefully as he could, stood up and carried the small box over to Rebecca. Extending his arm, he held the box in front of her for her to inspect.
Rebecca slowly raised her arms to reach out for the small box when, suddenly, Kit moved back a little loudly saying "Wait! I think I hear something."
"I don't hear anything." Rebecca replied trying to appear calm.
"Hmm" Kit said, again looking down at the small box. "I wonder if ..." His voice trailed off as he, again, turned the wheel to display the number 3.
A low, but audible, buzzing sound could now be heard throughout the room.
"It IS a remote control, but for what?" Kit said slowly walking around the room.
Rebecca then rolled her chair further into her desk so that it was now directly touching her stomach, with her arms folded underneath the desk she turned her ears and lowered her head saying "Now, I think I actually do hear something now." in a noticeably shaky voice.
As Kit continued to slowly walk about the room searching for the mystery noise, Rebecca's hands slowly found her waistband and slipped her hands into her pants, now underneath the desk. As her hand made its way under the waistband of her underwear, she made contact with the cause of her current predicament. A small egg held in a pouch inside her underwear, vibrating like mad. In her mind she could see how this happened, as these particular pair of underwear were kept in her special "toy" drawer, and her regular underwear in the adjacent drawer, she must have picked up the wrong ones in the dark that morning. But that wasn't important now, she needed to quiet the noise the egg was making before Kit could identify what it was, and what it was doing to her.
As she removed the egg from the small pouch she held it in her hand, and made a fist enclosing it inside. She was relieved by the lack of stimulation, which had caused her voice to waver and her underwear to become soaked. This was an awkward position though, she couldn't hold the egg forever, her hands were down her pants, she tried to remove her hand, but there was a cord attaching it to her underwear, it could only move a few inches, one way or another.
Kit, not hearing the noise anymore, looked again at the small box, shaking it, tapping it, then moving the dial up and down. Rebecca could feel the different speeds Kit was selecting by the egg's motions in her fist. When all of the sudden, the egg stopped moving entirely and Kit turned around staring blankly at her. She immediately did the only thing she could, she had to remove her hands from their present location, but she couldn't remove the egg, so she hid it in the only place she knew it wouldn't be heard, inside of her vagina.
The cord attaching the egg to her underwear didn't have very much slack, so it couldn't go in very far, just an inch and a half or so, but it was right under her G-spot.
She removed her hands from her underwear and pants, and leaned back in her chair and sliding back.
"Hmm, I don't hear anything now." she said relieved her episode may have come to an end.
"I swore I heard something." Kit replied. He then shook the box again, and turned the wheel up as far as it would go, as he looked at the side of it, it read 11.
Kit did not notice, as he was concentrating more on trying to hear any new buzzing sounds, but, when he turned the dial, Rebecca's eyes almost came out of her head, they began to cross, her voice left her, the only sound she made was a low murmur at best. Her mind raced, the image of Kit coming out of the shower, the other images she had imagined when she saw it, and fresh new ones of Kit performing oral sex, anal sex, different positions wearing different clothes, all running through her mind too fast to hold onto, too powerful to stop, ever increasing her desire for release.
Rebecca's pussy was now leaking like a sieve, stains began to appear on her pants, but none of that was important anymore, her privacy, her shame, meant nothing, only the rising torrent of pleasure that refused to wash over her. It was pleasant at first, then a sea of pleasure followed, but it was becoming too much. It was as if she were chained to the bottom of a pool, being filled with ecstasy, rising, always rising, she would soon be consumed by it, her frustration built. What good is desire, without release? Her face hit the desk, her mouth shot open, and she shut her eyes in desperation, trying to think past the images racing through her mind, beyond the feeling of the vibrating egg inside of her, trying to think of a way, not to stop it, but for her to achieve release. Rebecca was beyond frustrated, she began to get angry. Her conscious mind consumed, abandoned, gave way to the feral part of her psyche.
Rebecca's eyes, flew open, she stood up so fast, her legs propelled her chair into the wall behind her. At this, Kit looked up from the box in his hand to see Rebecca staring at him, breathing heavily, eyes ablaze, and a large wet stain on her pants leading from her crotch, down to her knees.
Rebecca then ran toward Kit, grabbing his wrist, and began pulling him toward the stairs.
Kit, still bewildered by Rebecca's actions, desperately tried to remain upright, as she dragged him up to the second floor.
“Ms. Cunningham!...” Kit exclaimed with no response, “Rebecca?!...”
As Rebecca reached the top of the stairwell Kit said “Becky!”
At this, Rebecca's legs failed her, she fell to the ground, still holding Kit's wrist in an iron grip. She began to stand up, but her legs were unsure, her arms and legs were shaking.
The door to Kit's bedroom flew open, Rebecca dragged Kit to his bed, throwing his, still, struggling body onto the mattress. She then ripped off her shirt, and bra. Kicked off her shoes, and grabbed the waistband of her pants, and pulled them down hanging up only on a small strange box attached to her underwear.
Kit, still struggling to understand Rebecca's actions, just sat on his bed in shock.
Rebecca grabbed Kit's shirt by the collar and pulled it up over his head. She then pulled off his shoes, grabbed the waistband of his pants and yanked them off his legs. She looked down, and saw that, once again, Kit's pulsating erection, had slipped out of his underwear, probably from being dragged upstairs.
As Rebecca began pulling at his underwear, the last vestige of his clothing remaining, other than his socks, Kit was still staring blankly at her chest.
Kit was mesmerized, Rebecca's breasts looked just like he had imagined, from their size and general shape, to the hard rubber nubs jutting from her small areolas. They looked exactly like they did in his dream.
As Kit was staring, still into Rebecca's chest, she grabbed her panties and pulled them to the ground, stepping out of them.
It was then, that Kit heard that familiar buzzing sound from earlier. It broke him out of his trance, he looked down toward Rebecca's freshly removed panties, and saw the little golden egg, dancing around like a bead of water in a frying pan. His head flew over to his right hand, which was still clutching the small black box. He turned the wheel all the way back down to 0, the sound of the dancing egg diminishing with each click of the wheel. It all hit him in a flash, his first discovering the box, turning it on, Rebecca's reaction each time he messed with it, and her outburst at him turning it all the way up.
Kit quickly turned his head back to Rebecca, she was staring into his eyes, teeth bared, breathing heavily, looking almost through him.
“Oh, GOD, Ms. Cunningham, I'm sorry, I had no idea!” Kit exclaimed dropping the box to the floor.
Rebecca grabbed Kit's wrists, leading them to his brass headboard, and in a deep earthy guttural sound said only “Grab onto the headboard, and don't let go.”
She then put her knees onto the bed, lifted one leg over Kit's hips, and straddled his legs. It was only now that he thought about what Rebecca was actually doing. She was now completely naked, and hovered above his haunting, unyielding, erection. Something about this seemed far to familiar to Kit. Rebecca's breasts, her sopping wet pussy, contracting, seemingly, on its own, the look of desire on her face, the way she smelled, it just like in his dream, his fantasies.
Kit then felt Rebecca grab the base of his cock, and pulled it up to meet the entrance to her cunt, spasming in anticipation. She then began lowering herself, slowly, inch by inch onto his aching cock. Not out of a desire to savor the moment, but out of fear, that this would only make things worse, endless unsatisfied desire.
It was like entering a warm bath, her raw unquenchable desire replaced with unfathomable passion. She wanted more, she NEEDED more.
Rebecca began, slowly at first, raising herself off of Kit's frame, then bring him back into her hot web folds once more. The look of excitement on her face was matched only by the raw passion reflected within Kit's eyes staring back at her as he let out a long drawn out moan. As her pace quickened she leaned forward, grabbing the headboard, now forcefully throwing her body into Kits, thrusting his erection ever deeper into the source of her innermost pleasure.
Her passion still building, Rebecca moved her arms, under Kits, her head now over his left shoulder, her hips moving almost by themselves now, her breathing quickened, she began to grunt as she began to thrust harder and faster than, even she, thought possible.
She could feel her passion approaching a cliff, she knew she was close, it was the only thing she could remember that mattered to her in this moment.
As she flew over the edge of her climax, passed the point of no return, it was only then she discovered how high her passion had climbed. It seemed like several seconds between passing that point, and when the impact was felt. In those few seconds, it seemed an eternity to her. The first thing she felt, when the first wave of her climax finally hit, was the enormous contraction within her vaginal walls. It was almost like her cunt muscles were cramping up, she gripped Kit's erection harder than she thought possible, she felt as if she could stand up, and lift Kit entirely off the bed with the strength of her own pussy. It was only then that Kit's cock, embedded in the death grip that was Rebecca's contracting pussy, exploded with thick ropes of cum painting her cervix. Rebecca, feeling this small explosion within her, then finally experienced the crash of the enormous tsunami of pleasure she had finally been rewarded with. All thoughts that she may have had, snuffed out, extinguished in an explosion of ecstasy. Her eyes rolled up, into the back of her head, her hips still thrusting into Kit's, only out of instinct, cunt and cock both contracting, fighting for dominance, for at least a minute and a half, while Kit and Rebecca merged into one writhing mass of pleasure and ecstasy.
Minutes later, both still twitching from their respective climaxes, gazed into each other's eyes. No words needed to be exchanged, they both knew what the other was feeling. Their breathing slowing, Rebecca placed her head onto Kit's chest, as both of them closed their eyes, and they both fell asleep. Whatever discussion they would need to have about what happened that day, would have to wait, it was simply too beautiful a moment, to ruin. They would both sleep for hours,exhausted, still inside one another, still able to feel the other's heartbeat.
Meanwhile, standing in the still open doorway to Kit's bedroom, was Molly. Unable to speak, and a single tear escaping the corner of her eye.
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