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The office was still fairly empty as Brooke entered the kitchen to get her morning glass of water. She generally beat most of her employees to work, as her schedule was dictated by the bus departure times. She didn'
t mind riding the bus, but she wouldn't mind an extra hour of sleep, either.
Ellen, one of her better friends at the company, was at the coffee pot waiting nervously for the brew to be complete. Ellen was useless without coffee, but Brooke,
sleepy as she may be, refused to become a slave to the caffeinated drink. Instead, she went with water and a slice of lemon.
"Morning, Ellen." She said quietly to her friend.
"Morning." Her reply was automatic. She was still focused on the coffee pot. Brooke went to the water cooler and filled a cup. By the time she had added her lemon, Ellen was cheerfully next her, fresh cup of coffee in hand.
"Is that the dress Scott bought you?" she asked.
Brooke smiled and briefly modeled her fiancees gift.
"It's gorgeous."
Brooke smiled again. "He does have good taste."
"Well, on you, anything looks good."
Brooke blushed at the compliment, yet it wasn't the first time she had heard it.
Their conversation was interrupted by Tony. "Good morning." He said to Ellen. "Good morning, Brooke."
Brooke smiled lightly and returned the greeting. Tony went to the coffee machine. Brooke and Ellen headed out of the kitchen. Brooke felt Tony's eyes watching her as she walked by. They were down the hall a few feet when Ellen proclaimed,
"He has it bad for you, sweetie."
Brooke played dumb, but she knew Ellen was right. More than Ellen realized herself.
Tony was obsessed with Brooke, to the point of being unhealthy. Ellen didn't know just how serious his crush was nobody knew but Brooke.
The thing was, Brooke had a gift.' She wasn't psychic, per se, but she had an unusual ability to detect men's sexual desires for her. She rarely spoke of the talent, as the few friends she h
ad told laughed at her and said anyone could detect a man's sexual desire with the body Brooke possessed and the stunningly beautiful face to go with it. But it wasn't just an obvious attraction Brooke detected in men,
it was the desires themselves . Right
down to the image of her they had in their minds, right down to the ways they wished to make love to her. Bill in accounting pictured her in red panties with no bra, because she resembled a girl in Playboy in that outfit. Harry, the CEO, fantasized about
a
rewards-for sexual favors relationship. He pictured her on his desk constantly, legs open, waiting to either be eaten out or fucked. In return, he would promote her. Harry never acted on his fantasy in reality, however. He was always a pure professional.
And Tony...
Tony wanted to rape her.
That was why she rarely stayed near him too long, why she never accepted a ride home from him, never told him any shopping plans. She never gave him any information where he could be alone with her. Like Harry, he n
ever outwardly showed any indication of his deeply buried desires, but Brooke knew what he wanted to do to her. And it was violent. He didn'
t want to seduce her, he wanted ravage her. In some fantasies, he imagined raping in her in front of a tied-and-boun
d Scott. In others, the ones Brooke truly feared, Tony would beat her, fuck her, and upon completion of his orgasm, pull out a long silver knife and plunge it into her heart in one last thrust inside.
They passed by Mark, one of their attorneys. Brooke i
mmediately felt his eyes scanning her in her new, tight, black dress. Almost immediately she got an image in her mind of her on a bed, the tight black dress flipped up over her ass, Mark naked and pounded into her doggy-style. His hands slipped inside th
e dress.
As they passed, so did the image.
Brooke knew the images were real, that they were the real fantasies of the men she encountered anyway. She had proof. She had some of those fantasies become real.
As a teenager blossoming into a beautiful woman, the gift'
was difficult. She found herself put off by men as she picked up on the fantasies of her classmates, her male teachers, and even her father. At first, she tried to convince herself it was her own wild imagination. But when one teacher held
her for detention, a fantasy she had detected in him, she knew her visions were more than her own concoctions.
He was the science teacher. His fantasy basically consisted of Brooke being held after class. His fantasy was clear down to the point of her dr
ess, as it always had her in her short leather min-skirt and low-cut black top. After detaining her, he would use some chemical mixture that would make her fall asleep. He would carry her into the lab room, which had no windows, and stretch her out on a t
a
ble. In his fantasy, he would then slip his hands under her skirt and begin fingering her pussy. She never wore panties in the fantasy, evidently an incredible turn-on for the teacher, and he would penetrate her until her sleeping body lubricated, then mo
unt her.
In his fantasy, he imagined Brooke waking up because the size of his cock was so big, it jolted her awake. It would feel so good that she would embrace him, and thrust her hips upwards to meet his and they shared a mutual orgasm. That was the one
thing that differed from the reality.
Though she was nervous about attending the actual detention she received, she just couldn't accept that a teacher was going to molest and rape her. She had made a pint never to wear the black mini-skirt and black to
p again, but she had perhaps dressed too close to the image with a black cloth skirt and red blouse. Red panties underneath foiled his fantasy, but not that he could no that. She had been in detention about an hour before the teacher left the room. By tha
t time, the school was empty of everyone expect a few staff members. No one close by, at any rate. Brooke wasn't sure of the exact events of what happened after he left the room, because she fell asleep. And though she didn'
t wake up with the teacher inside her, she did eventually wake up back in her chair. Her pussy was throbbing, she felt moisture on her inner thighs. But the main reason she knew he enacted his pleasure...
Her red panties were gone.
After that, she had a hard time being with men. It wasn't that she didn't want to be - -she felt attraction for men just as other straight, healthy females did. But she couldn't trust
men. When she knew what someone wanted to do to her, really wanted to do to her, it caused the fear that they might try to do it when she wasn't willing or ready. Unfortunately her ability didn'
t reveal romantic or noble intent. She hoped, she believed , that some men could actually cherish her, treasure her, and love her for her complete self and not just the lustful fantasies she inspired.
So she sought out those men, avoiding sex with each and every one. Until Scott. It wasn't that Scott didn't have fantasies about her, he did. But they were different. He often imagined her
simply in her bra and panties, moving about the house, or going horse-back riding and sneaking feels on the trail. He even fantasized about their wedding and having children.
So he was the man that took her true virginity. The man she first gave hersel
f too. And the man she was going to marry. She loved fulfilling his fantasies. She could see them before he revealed them. Another interesting quirk about her ability was that seeing the fantasies of men didn'
t arouse her. She could see what they were doing, but not feel it. But Scott's fantasies did arouse her. She still couldn'
t feel his actions, but knowing how happy the fulfillment of those fantasies would make him always make her look forward to sex with him.
Brooke sat at her cubicle, alone from
Ellen, alone for the gawking men. She normally tried to dress conservatively, to try to prevent fueling the raging desires of her coworkers, but she had to wear this dress for Scott. It was his fantasy to have men leer at her, only for her to come back to
him. Of course, he never talked about his arousal at having men lust for his bride-to-be, but she knew. She also knew that being with another man would devastate him. Not once did she ever detect a fantasy where he pictured her with another man.
As the day passed, all of Brooke'
s friends complimented the dress. The men did, too, but not verbally. She could see their compliments in the images of her legs below the short hemline, the tight shaping of the fabric to her breasts, and the constant behind-view o
f her ass walking down a corridor. She knew this was simply the sexiest thing she had ever worn to the office. And that she had to be careful.
Tony's fantasies were exceptionally strong. He made numerous unnecessary visits to her cube, just to glimpse down her neckline or at any extra half-inch up her hemline that he could. She didn'
t see him without a bulge in his pants a single time. He was running through every possible rape scenario he could, from offering her a ride home to trapping her in the suppl
y basement. Each fantasy ended with him driving a silver blade into her breast, and then an image of Scott weeping at her funeral. She realized that the knife imagery only came about after she announced her engagement. Evidently Tony was mortally wounded
that she chose Scott over him.
His final fantasy was the one the scared her the most. Tony knew she took the bus. And he knew which bus. The fantasy he apparently settled on had him getting on her bus and following her home. Though he had know way of kno
wing she lived alone (or so she thought) he as accurate in imagining her being alone. Scott always came by later, but Brooke knew that if Tony were to enact his fantasy, that he would have ample time to do whatever he wanted to her. And what he wanted...
It was simple. She wouldn't go home.
She kept a close eye on Tony as the end of the day approached. She knew he had checked the employee database for her address, she thought in his fantasy. He was going to get on the bus with her, hide himself in his
sunglasses and drape his jacket partly over his face. What he didn'
t know was that Brooke knew his every plan. She waited for him to leave first, as he was hoping to do so he could get on the bus and conceal himself before she boarded. She waited a few moments, then began gathering her things. The phone rang.
"Hey, Brooke." It was Harry, the CEO. "Can I see you in my office a moment?"
"Sure." Brooke quickly grabbed her things, then proceeded down the hall.
She hadn't thought about the purpose of the visit until she reached the doorway. Harry'
s fantasy sprung to life in her mind. He was going to ask her to stay late. For her cooperation, he would take her to the best restaurant in town. He would buy her all the drink
s she wanted, then pull off the road on the way back into a park and attempt to seduce her. If she wasn't interested in him directly, his offer of promotion would be made. In his fantasy, she wanted him, but didn'
t want to hurt Scott. The offer of promotion swayed her into giving in.
Brooke knocked on the door.
"Come in."
She opened the door and walked in.
"Please, close the door behind you."
Brooke did as instructed.
"Brooke, I know this is last minute, but it turns out we have a report that absolutely has to be done by tomorrow and I'm hoping you can stay an extra couple of hours to get it done."
"Mr. Steward, I would normally, but "
"I know it's a lot to ask, and that's why if you accept, I will take you to The Crest for dinner." Sure enough, the revolving restaurant in the middle of town.
"I would, Mr. Steward, but I'm afraid I have a doctors appointment I really need to attend."
He didn't seem to buy it.
"Feminine problem." She said.
Harry's fantasy image disappeared from her mind.
"I think Ellen might be able to help..." he said.
"Thank you, Mr. Steward." And with that, Brooke happily escaped.
She had already planned which bus to take. Normally she took an express route because it took half the time. Today, she would take
the normal route. She would call Scott from her cell and tell him to meet her at home, just in case Tony decided to hang around when he saw she wasn't on the bus.
She climbed onto her new ride, and found a seat a few rows in back of the driver. She pulled out her cell and dialed Scott's work number. He didn'
t answer but she got his voicemail. She calmly asked him to come straight over after work. She didn't want to worry him, but she did want him there.
Feeling a little more at ease, Brooke laid her he
ad against the window and closed her eyes. She opened them briefly as a woman took the seat next to her, but then quickly returned to a near-dozing state. The bus started moving, and Brooke felt pretty much at ease. She wasn'
t sure how Tony would react to her tomorrow, but she knew she was going to dress down, perhaps even feign illness if his fantasy got worked up again. She truly he hoped he wasn'
t capable of actually doing the things to her he pictured in his mind. She did believe that some people fantas
ized about things they would never do or never want to happen. But she had learned enough at this point to not take any chances, especially with her life at stake.
As she relaxed more deeply, Brooke began to see herself sitting in the chair, despite the
fact that her eyes were closed. The vantage point was as if the was a camera directly in front of her, with no seats and no people. Yet the bus appeared normal behind her.
In the vision, she started to notice the eyes around her growing brighter, standing
out from the shadowy darkness. They were turning on her. Her image appeared nervous for a moment, and scratched her head out of curiosity. Suddenly the image shifted. It was a different vantage point. It was her getting on the bus, and the narrow tunnel
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f vision moved from her face down to her breasts. The image switched again, off to the side, and centered on her legs as she took her seat. Another switch -- right between her legs at ground level, looking all the way up her dress to the shininess of her
panties.
Brooke opened her eyes with a start. She looked in front of her to see if somehow a man had the view she just experienced. No one did. She closed her eyes again, no the viewpoint was above her, as though the bus had no ceiling, and slowly zoomed
in on her chest, the angle allowing for a view of her cleavage and a hint of her black satin bra. Another switch. The seat next to her. A view looking at her now-crossed legs and the extra flesh exposed by the inevitable rising of the hemline.
I must be seeing all of their visions. She thought. Every man on the bus who is thinking about me .
Yet, there were no fantasies. None of the men were making love to her in the visions. In addition, some of the angles were impossible for someone to actually be witnessing.
Her image changed again, now as they there was a seat to her left. The image was focused on her lap, slowly moving inward. Her dress faded away, and she could clearly see her legs and panties. The image floated down, underneath the crossed leg,
and settled on the tiny, firm stretch of white panty fabric between her legs. My panties are black she reminded herself. This is just your imagination . But the image didn'
t falter. In fact, it slowly pulled back, and Brooke saw herself sitting in the whit
e panties, and a silk, satin bra, and nothing else. The image pulled back even more, and Brooke could see the shadowy outlines of men gathered around her seat, staring at her. She began to feel incredibly uneasy.
She watched the vision unfold further. He
r right bra strap fell off her shoulder and looked as if it was being pulled by an invisible hand. Her image clutched at her chest, trying to keep the bra on her body. The right strap came down as well, and she knew the clasp in back had been released. Sh
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watched herself struggle with all her strength to keep the bra from flying off her body. She succeeded, but the devoted attention allowed her legs to fling open. Her panties were starting to twitch. Both hands moved between her legs out of instinct. Her
bra flew off into the shadowy men, and her breasts bounced into the open. They seemed extra-large, probably twice their normal size.
She felt a cold hand close around her right breast.
Brooke opened her eyes with a start. No one was near her except the woman in the seat beside hers. No one had touched her.
But I don't feel anything in my visions! She thought. She head had clearly felt a hand on her breast... she could still feel the remnants of touch in her nipple.
Without closing her eyes, the vision
returned as though it was forcing itself on her. She was leaning forward in her seat, nude breasts dangling, her hands wedged tightly between her legs attempting to keep her panties from the fate of her bra. She could see out of the eyes of her image, rig
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t past her breasts and to her hands. She could feel the satin in her clutch. But it was shrinking. The straps holding the panties around her waist were shriveling, they no longer connected. Her panties were no more than a piece of cloth laying over her pu
ssy. But even that was shrinking.
Brooke could feel the satin in her hands fading. She could see the public hairs around her vagina come into view. She wedged her hands deeply between her legs, but felt a powerful force pulling at them, Within moments her
hands were flung back, her whole body tilted backwards as her perspective realized she was on the vision's bus floor. She was completely exposed.
She could see a line of shadowy men stretching for what appeared to be infinity in front of her. In each on
e she could sense a building lust and determined desire. Her hands and legs were bound by an invisible force. Her breasts and pussy were open for the taking.
Suddenly the scene shifted back to reality. The bus had come to a stop. A number of people were
getting off. Brooke looked over her shoulder nervously and patted her sides. Still in the black dress. Still in her bra, and still in her panties. A number of men looked at her as they walked by, some even taking a second look as the headed down the step
s. But nothing seemed unusual about any of them. Brooke hoped that whichever man was creating the fantasy image in her mind had exited the bus. In light of her current situation, didn't need anymore ominous imagery.
The bus doors shut and at the same instant Brooke felt her head go light and her vision go black. She felt herself shaking her head and blinking her eyes, but when vision reappeared, she still could not see the bus.
Instead she saw a bright blue sky. Her eyes trailed down and she noticed the
sun setting behind a cliff. A waterfall sprung from the cliff and fell into a pool of crystal blue water. She realized in the vision that was sitting in a lounge chair in a setting that could best be described as paradise. She looked down at herself, agai
n in the black dress. She felt a spray of water from the waterfall. Again sensation... something was very different about these visions. Something powerful. Something scary.
Brooke became aware of someone next to her in the vision. Her perspective didn't change, but she could sense him. It was definitely a man, and he was looking at her. But it wasn'
t like the fear she had in the bus vision... this man seemed protective. She didn't know why she thought that way, she just felt it. The comfort he was providing started to ease some of the fears of the vision.
Brooke began to feel hot. The sun was pounding down on her black dress, heating her body with each passing moment. She could feel sweat on her face, on her chest, and on her legs. The occasional spray of t
he waterfall sent fleeting moments of refreshment through her. But her body wasn't moving. The vision seemed to be paused, and she wondered can I do something?
Brooke had never been able to control the visions, they always went in the direction of the man
she was sensing. She could usually break an image, and focus back on reality, but not actually control the vision. Maybe she could now. But she worried, any action she might be doing in these thoughts she might mimic in reality. She was sure to get some u
nusual stares if that happened. Still, the heat was becoming unbearable. She decided to start simple. Look to the left.
Her head turned in the vision, and she looked down a long, sandy beach. She could make out people some distance away. Look to the right ,
she thought, hoping to catch a glimpse of the protective man besides her. But her head stopped turning at the waterfall. Something, or someone was blocking her from seeing him.
The heat on her body began to burn, and Brooke rose to her feet. It didn't m
atter if she was now standing in the bus, she needed to get her dress off. She felt a hand on her back, and assumed it was the protective man. She felt the dress unzip. As it began to fall off of her, Brooke noticed she was wearing a silvery blue bikini u
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derneath. She studied it as the man freed the dress from her. The top was barely enough to conceal her nipples. The tiniest strand connected the cups, and she was sure excess activity would induce her breasts to break free. The bottom was just as skimpy.
A small v-shaped patch of silvery-blue covered her ass and pussy. Thin straps rose from the v'
and tied around her hips. Brooke never wore anything this sexy when swimming, in fact, she only owned one-piece bathing suits. Those were enough to fuel the fant
asies of the men and boys on the beach, wearing a two-piece would exhaust her mind with their lustful thoughts.
Brooke looked up from her own body and slightly gasped. The people she had seen were in front of her, and they were nude. The group consisted of men and women, some young and some older. Every pair of eyes was tans-fixed on her.
The removal of the dress had returned coolness to her body, but the looks of the strangers had caused the heat to return. She felt it in her nipples, and between her legs. No... she thought. I'
m not taking off my bikini, no matter how hot it gets . But she began to feel awkward. Everyone around here was nude. She seemed to be able to hear them, urging her to undress. They didn't speak, but she knew
what they wanted. She felt the hands of the protective man come onto her hips. His fingers went to the knotted straps. Brooke placed her hand on his to stop him. She could feel the hand so clearly. It was warm and smooth. It didn'
t pull away when she touched it, but it didn't proceed, either. Yet there was a comfort in the touch
a reassurance. Brooke knew someone was telling her that it was ok, it was perfectly ok. She heard no words, but the sentiment was clear. The hands on her hips began to move, caressing up and down and a sweet, gentle motion. They'
re all nude. And it's just a vision .
The protective man's hands slid over her stomach, and up her chest. The touch felt so comforting that Brooke didn't flinch. A finger went under the slim strap of her top, and easily snapped it. Brooke'
s top fell open, and the gathered crows stared at her breasts. The man's hands returned to her hips, again to the knot. Brooke moved her hand to stop him again, but this time continued the task herself. The knot seemed to magically untie in her
hands. Brooke held the front loose strap aloft, knowing that letting it go would reveal herself. Your pussy, show us your pussy. Brooke dropped the strap.
Some of the men dropped to their knees. Their cocks became instantly erect. The women stared with jealous appreciation. They're worshipping me, Brooke thought. They're worshipping my body
. More people came walking by, and stopped at the sight of her. She began to smile, and she began to feel a tingling between her legs. She was becoming aroused. She fel
t her nipples starting to harden, and covered them with her palms as she once again felt embarrassment. But the touch only intensified her growing arousal. The protective man brought his hands to hers, and pulled them away. Brooke'
s fully engorged nipples again came into view, and she felt herself being drawn back.
The man was guiding her back into her lounge chair. Brooke laid back, and noticed the crowd gather around the chair. She had to move her left hand to her breast as it ached with burning. The he
at began to sweep her body, and her right hand moved over her hip. She could sense her man behind her, though she could still not see him. It's ok, she sensed in him.
Brooke slipped a finger inside her pussy.
She cried out, and pinched her nipple hard.
In a flash, she could see the seats in front of her. She was back in reality. Back to normal except... Brooke'
s nipples were searing with burning, and between her legs her pussy throbbed with arousal. She was breathing heavy, and felt a few beads of sweat on her forehead.
The bus had stopped again, and the number of passengers filed out. She looked away, trying to regain her breath and her bearings. The woman sitting next to her was one of those to leave, and Brooke wondered if it was really her sto
p, or if she had done anything to drive her away. Particularly, Brooke feared she had masturbated.
But, no one else seemed to give her a look like she was some kind of lunatic. She was glad to see that the seats across from her were empty, as were those
behind. She slipped her left hand under her dress, and her right inside her bra. No detected fantasy had ever done this to her. She never became aroused! But here she was, gently massaging her tit and lightly stroking her cunt on a public bus.
Get a grip,
she thought to herself, and began slowing the motions of her hands. She wanted so desperately to go insider herself, to slip a finger into her vagina and relieve her need. But, her satin black panties and her refusal to give in forced her to pull her hand
away. She leaned forward and rested her head on the seat in front of her. The she closed her eyes.
She knew her eyes were closed, but she could quite clearly see her lap and the floor beneath. Was it another vision? She looked up and around. The bus seemed perfectly normal. But my eyes are closed! What am I seeing??
She tried to remember her past visions, something that if she saw it now would convince her she was back in a vision.
She had it.
Brooke moved her hands to the hem of her dress, and began peeling it back. There, soft and soaking, were her panties. They were virtually glued to her cunt, and she could see her perfectly formed lips through the sheer white fabric. What fabric,
white panties . Her early vision showed her in white panties, yet she knew she was wearing black. She was in a vision.
Brooke lifted herself out of her seat and hooked her fingers into the panties. If it wasn't real, then there was no reason she couldn't do what she wanted. She got the panties to her knees, then fell back
in the seat and plunged two fingers deep inside her cunt.
"Oh God..." she moaned. Her vision blurred. She was looking up at the ceiling. It was reflecting her image, and she could see her fingers going rapidly in and out of her cunt. "Uhh!" she screamed a
nd her hips lifted into the air. She began to fondle her left breast, and wanted to get at her nipple. She watched as the white lace bra evaporated from her skin. Her fingers squeezed the exposed pink nub.
She began to hear cried of "Oh my God, what is she doing?" and "Holy shit!" Everyone on the bus knew she was masturbating. Everyone. But she didn't stop. She drove deeper into herself. After all, it was just a fantasy...
Her body slipped from the seat, and Brooke found herself on the floor. She turned, and saw the faces looking back at her. They weren't shocked, they weren't repulsed. They were hungry
. Hungry for her. She saw a shadowy figure walk to her fro the back. Brooke opened her legs, and motioned for him to fuck.
He climbed atop her. She knew it was the protective man. He had driven away the other shadows, and his comfort spread over her as he stroked her hair. But he didn'
t enter her. Brooke wanted him to desperately. She wanted to finish this fantasy orgasm so should could just get back home.
But he pointed. Brooke looked in the direction of his finger, out the bus door and at the house that was visible through it. The bus had stopped, and the shadowy figure got up, and headed out the open door. Brooke watched him go into the house, her pussy
still aching. She moved her fingers back between her legs, and penetrated herself once again. She moved her hand wildly, desperately trying to gain release. Her fingers moved in and out in her slick wetness, probing more and more deeply inside her. Yet, n
o orgasm came. Her pussy felt like it was going to burst. Sensation filled every nerve to a level she had never before experienced. Why couldn't she cum?
The answer became known. Just as the silent voices on the beach had instructed her to take off her cl
othes, a voice was telling her that she needed to go into that house. She had to go in there, and he would fuck her. He would satisfy her. Brooke continued to plunge into herself as the knowledge came.
Brooke was suddenly back in her seat. She was looking down. Her dress was pulled up around her waist, her fingers were rapidly moving in and out of her cunt, and pushed off to the side just enough off to the side
were black satin panties.
Reality set
in. Brooke was on the real bus in the real word. And she was masturbating. She quickly stopped and looked around. Evidently know one had seen her. She wanted to pull her dress back down, and she wanted to straighten the neckline that was now revealing a
portion of her bra, but Brooke couldn't stop. Coming back to reality had intensified her arousal to a point she didn't think possible. She was losing feeling everywhere
everywhere except her pussy, breasts, and nipples. She rocked her body lightly to drive her fingers inside her. She just needed to cum... she looked ahead, pleading for her body to stop.
And she saw it.
A short distance away, she saw it. The house. The exact same house as in her fantasy. She pulled her fingers out of her vagina and reache
d for the cord to stop the bus. But before she yanked, the indicator came on. Someone else had indicated they wish to stop.
Don't look behind you. She heard in her mind. Just go inside .
Brooke flew off of the bus. Her cunt was in control. She could sense him behind her, walking slowly. She walked up to the door and reached for the knob. She was going to cum, she was going to have release... she just needed to go inside and...
Fuck.
She just had to go inside and fuck the man behind her. A man she had never seen. A man who'
s fantasies she had detected. An countless number of men had fantasized about her before, and she never went to bed with any of them. Somehow, this man had seduced her. He had steered hr to this moment, this house. His lust for her and
brought here for one thing for her to do. To fuck.
Brooke opened the door.
She stepped into a dark room. She heard him enter behind her. She didn't turn around, she knew it would be too dark to see him anyway.
"You... you did this to me?" Brooke breathed.
"Yes." He said as his hands moved up her legs. Her curled his fingers around the fronts of her thighs, then turned his palms upwards and slid them over her ass... over her panties.
"I'm engaged to be married." She said, somehow hoping that would make him stop. Somehow hoping it would make her stop. But she knew she wouldn't be able to.
"Be with me." He said. "I want you to be with me." His hands slid between her legs. Her hands moved to stop them, but instead rested weakly on his. She was weakening. "So couldn'
t fight him, she could simply utter a barely audible word. No.
The man removed his hands.
Brooke's cunt was immediately moaning for attention. A finger, a cock... anything. Her hips began to instinctively hump. But he had stopped.
"We belong together." He said.
"How did you do this to me?"
"With your mind. Your special mind. I learned of your talent, and how to influence it with mine."
"You know I can see the fantasies men have of me?"
"Yes."
"But, how.. uhhh..." his hands returned, moving up to her breasts. She didn't attempt to remove them. His body was pressed firmly against her back. She could feel his erection. "How did you, I mean, men'
s fantasies of me have never, have never..."
"Aroused you so much?"
"Yes..." his hand slipped inside the dress, his fingers pinched her nipple. "Oh, god, yes... why do your fantasies do this to me?"
"Who said they were my fantasies?"
Brooke moaned a tone of pleasure mixed with surprise.
He moved his right hand down her side, again slipping it under her dress. She felt his fingers come against her panties.
"They're you're fantasies."
He breathed softly into her ear. His finger slipped inside her panties, then deep inside her heavily-moistened cunt.
"Uhhh! Uhhh! Oh God!" Brooke wailed at his touch. In a flood of pleasure, she started to understand. She had the power to see men's fantasy visions of her. He had the power to make her see the fantasy visions of herself.
"You know my desires." She breathed.
"Yes, yes I do. And I know what your afraid of. The shadowy men. The danger they pose to you. The unspoken thoughts that are known to you, never knowing which could become real and which are indulgent fantasy."
"Yes." She said softly. She felt her breath catching in her chest as wave after wave of pleasure swept through her body. "The rest... uhhh... the rest of the images..."
"They were yours. Some of your true fantasies, buried so long. A nudist beach, being the most beautiful women there. And, a secretly masturbating on the bus ride home... But, those aren'
t all. You have an unbelievably erotic mind that has been locked away. Living two of those fantasies tapped into the power of your sexuality."
Yes , she thought. She had become so consumed with the fantasies men had of her as she encountered them constantly, that she had lost her own lust, her own desires.
But your body remembers , she realized. Your body is remembering them all, even while your mind is not . He has opened the floodgates.
"Make love to me." He said softly.
"Oh, no..." she said, realizing her strength to refuse was almost gone. What he had done, what he could do. "Scott... Scott..." as much as she wanted this man, she knew the consequences of what she was about to do.
"We can read each other." He pulled the dress from her shoulders. "we can read each other's deepest fantasies." She felt two fingers pinch her cunt, and her panties being pulled taut.. "You have this with no one else, you can
never have it with anyone else.
He was right. Scott didn't know what she wanted, what deep down
her body and mind truly wanted. He pulled at her panties, and she knew to follow. He guided her to an equally dark room, and she felt a bed against her leg. He guided her onto it. Brooke felt around the bed a she h
eard the man undressing. The sheets were silken. She felt a headboard rising from the pillows with wooden spokes. She sat on her knees, feeling the shafts.
The man joined her on the bed and began kissing the back of her neck. His hands went to her back a
nd unzipped the dress, then to her shoulders, where he starting inching it down. She let the dress slip from her body, down to her waist. She grabbed onto the shafts in the headboard, and lifted her ass into the air. Her dress slipped completely off her b
ody. She felt his hands once again grope her breasts, and his naked body come against her. She was moaning even before his penis entered.
Their bodies started slowly. The rose up from the bed in unison, the cock inside her penetrating deeper as they rose S
he felt him kissing her neck, and her nipples felt like burning pinpoints. He immediately responded, squeezing them lightly and sometimes forcefully as he continued to thrust inside her.
Brooke's hand splayed for the best spot on the headboard. The man slid his hands down to her waist, focusing more power behind this thrusts. He quickened the speed. Brooke'
s body had never felt so aroused. Her head tilted back next to his, her mouth was agape with moans. She moved her own fingers to her now-neglected nipples. She felt her pussy quiver, and an orgasm exploded inside her.
Her body thrust onto the mans cock harder as she let out a long, low groan. His body was still perfectly cupped to hers, and continued to hump as the ebbs of her first orgasm faded away. S
he definitely wanted more. She felt her body being pulled back, and the man shift underneath her. She fell onto him, her back on his chest, his cock still inside her. Her body adjusted for the loss of range of his thrusts. She lifted and felled her hips i
n perfect rhythm She felt her dress wedged between her legs there was just enough room for his cock to slide past it and into her cunt. She knew was cumming on the fabric. The man'
s hands squeezed her breasts as she writhed atop him. Another orgasm swept over her. Her pussy tightened on his cock and their bodies were locked for a few exquisite moments as her body released.
She felt the man pull out of her, and slide her to his side. In the darkness, she still couldn't see his face, but she felt him climb atop her.
Seduced by a stranger . She realized as he was about to again thrust inside her what fantasy was being fulfilled. She had wanted this long ago, when still young and uncertain enough to wonder if she was pret
ty. To have a man captivate her, seduce her, and make love to her as a complete stranger meant she was the object of great lust. The fantasy had been long forgotten, as her talent told her show was the object of great lust for many men, some of whom had l
ess than good intentions.
But her body remembered, and she open and lifted her legs to let him inside her.
"Ohhhh!" she cried as the few moments without him inside her had increased her sensitivity. She heard the sounds of her wetness has his cock filled
her once more. She was soaking the bed, and her dress. The man began humping at an almost unbelievable rate. His was possessed and demonized as his body became consumed with lust for her. His cock penetrated so deeply, so perfectly. Her breasts jiggled u
p
and down as she took him in thrust after thrust. Her legs wrapped around his back, pulling him deeper inside her. They moaned in unison. There perfectly synchronized bodies fucking at the maximum of desire. A third orgasm began to quake between her legs.
A third, more massive orgasm.
She screamed at the top of her lungs as it pulsed through her cunt, thighs, and up her spine. The sound of her ecstasy caused the man to begin spurting a heavy stream of sperm inside her. She wanted it, she wanted it in her pussy...
It was a much later bus that finally carried Brooke home. As she left her lover, her mind began filling with the remembered desires that had long been dormant inside her. She knew it was only the beginning. She had some very deep, very hidden fan
tasies that she had never realized, even as a girl. But with her new lover, she would experience them all.
She had left the house in daze. She didn't remember getting re-dressed, or even exchanging phone numbers. All she could remember was the darkness, a
nd his touch. She felt a long, lingering kiss, and his hand reach inside her dress. At that moment she had remembered another fantasy -- having a man take her panties, and being forced to go out in public without them.
She whimpered as he slid them off.
The entire ride home, she felt as if she were dreaming. Thinking only of the stranger, the man who could read her thoughts, the man who could satisfy her, caused her hike her dress up slightly and slip a finger inside her vagina. The lack of panties made
it easy, and the empty bus kept her in relative privacy. She hadn'
t quite enjoyed this fantasy earlier, now she completely reveled in the once secret desire. She enjoyed yet another, if somewhat more subdued orgasm. When the bus came to a stop, she slipped
down her dress, stood up, and waited for the doors to open. From behind her she sensed the driver thoughts, his fantasy. It was of her in the very same black dress masturbating. Brooke smiled as she stepped down and headed for home. If he only knew...
A sudden change came over her as her house came into view.
Scott.
Brooke walked in wanting to smile as she had been moments before, but found herself unable to. She had just had the most incredible sexual experience of her life. In fact, she felt sexuall
y liberated. Her entire outlook was different. But she had cheated on Scott. She had made love to another man. And though she loved Scott, she knew she was going to cheat on him again. She began wondering if he would be able to fulfill her needs to the l
evel she just experienced. She replayed the images of his fantasies of her in her mind. The wedding... the children...
The simplicity.
Still, she loved him. Perhaps she could work with him. She saw his images of her in panties, in her underwear just mo
ving about the house and smiled. She saw herself asleep in bed through his eyes, and the image of lifting up the sheets and staring at her breasts and pussy, covered by a light blue see-through fabric.
She saw herself in her dress, hands gripping at the folds forming the v-neck and tearing it open. She saw a fist slam into her check.
Brooke opened her eyes just as she felt a push from behind. She collapsed onto the floor, and felt arms close around her and hands clamp on her breasts.
It was Tony.
She had forgotten about him. She had forgotten about his plans!
Tony spun her around, and ripped at her dress. The fabric tore open revealing her satin black bra. She almost screamed Tony, what are you doing? But she knew what he was doing. He was raping her. Her ecstasy had doomed her.
"No! No!" she wailed, not to try to convince him to stop, but because she had been so stupid to forget in the midst of her own lust.
Her cries spurred Tony on. His mouth closed on her breast. She tried to wrestle him off, but he was too big... too powerful. She felt his hardened cock rubbing against her. He had already removed his pants while waiting for her to return.
"Stop moving, bitch!" She felt his hand in her skirt, groping for her cunt. With no panties and her pussy still moist, his fingers went in easily.
"No panties, I knew it! You fucking tramp." He slapped her heard across the check. Brooke began crying as she rubbed the side of her face. Suddenly she felt a cold, sharp point under her left breast. She looked down, it was the silver knife.
"Do as I say and I won't hurt you." Tony instructed. He was lying, she was sure of it.
The point gouged through her bra and was close to piercing her flesh. She was helpless.
"Tony, don't. Don't kill me." She pleaded.
Tony ignored her, and began cutting the dress with the knife. He cut it past her breasts, towards her stomach. He wedged in between her legs, and lifted the dress from the hemline. I pointed the knife straight up, then sliced from the last cut point to
the bottom of the dress. He leaned back in, again positioning the knife just below her left breast, and moved the dress to her sides with a wiping motion.
"Put me inside you." He demanded.
Brooke did as she was told. Tony'
s fantasy was coming true. He was raping her. He slipped the knife under the strap connecting the bra cups, and sliced the fabric in two. Her sides of her bra now joined her dress at her sides. Her body was completely nude and exposed. Tony began thrustin
g lightly, but holding onto the knife was making his motion awkward. Brooke knew he wanted to drop the knife so he could squeeze her breasts, but still he kept it just under her left breast. It occasionally poked the delicate flesh.
"I wanted you." He said.
"Tony..." Brooke said, tears streaming down her face.
"I loved you."
For all she knew, it could have been true. She had never been able to detect romantic intent.
"But you ignored me. And you show up to work in these hot outfits. You drive men crazy! You drove me crazy!!"
"Tony, I know, I'm sorry."
"Well now who's fucking you? Who's got their dick in you?" His thrusts were becoming harder and deeper as he adjusted for his position. "Who's gonna cum in your pussy? Who's squeezing your fucking tits?"
He was rocking hard now. The knife pushed into Brookes breast and she squealed in pain.
"Tony!" she wailed. She knew it had drawn blood. He was about to cum, she could feel it. After that...
But Tony didn't get the chance. Brooke felt the weight of his body suddenly removed.
It was Scott.
He didn't say a word as he kicked the knife out of Tony's hands. In a fury of fists, Scott pounded on Tony until he crumpled, unconscious onto the floor. Brooke watched with horror at first, but then felt a su
rge of energy sweep through. An enormous sense of protection came over her as she saw her fiancee prevent not only the completion of the rape, but the taking of her life.
God, she loved him. But when she looked down at her naked, ravaged body, she felt a stinging thrust of guilt. Scott had prevented a man from fucking her, but she had already chosen to fuck someone else. She still had the stranger'
s sperm inside her, and her own fluid staining her dress. She bit her lip to keep it from trembling.
"Are you ok?" her fiancee asked more calmly than she expected.
She nodded she was. At least physically she was.
Scott knelt down and kissed her cheek.
"He was raping me." Brooke said.
"I know." Something about Scott didn't seem right. He didn't seem concerned . He put his hand on her side, looked into her eyes, then slid his hand between her legs. Brooke gasped as his finger entered her pussy.
"How was it?" he asked. "Seeing me save you from him?"
Brooke felt a tidal wave of pleasure sweep through her. Her body lit up with renewed sexual arousal. But she was completely confused.
He leaned into her. "We belong together." He whispered in her. "Only we can know each other fantasies." He pushed hard into her cunt. Brooke began to pass out from the orgasmic fury it induced. She understood.
It was Scott! Scott was the shadowy man! Scott was the protector at the beach! Scott was the man in the house!
"I knew you wanted this." He said. "Your deepest, darkest, most secret fantasy..."
Yes, yes... Her mind wa
s barely conscious, but the truth was shining clear. She had wanted to be attacked, wanted to nearly be raped, only to have a man save her. A heroic, wonderful man he would pull off her attacker before he could complete his intentions. Her pussy was throb
bing.
"Fuck me." She whispered.
Scott mounted his wife-to-be, their minds intertwining as their bodies joined. She understood it all. Scott knew all along, right from the beginning. He knew her desires, and he knew how to win her. He presented her with
the fantasy visions she needed to feel safe with him. And now, finally, he brought her own fantasies out of her. He learned of Tony threw her own thoughts, her own hidden desire for him to actually have happen what she feared most. But Scott was there all
along. He planned the whole thing. Tony was going to jail.
They made love deeply as the attacker lay a few feet from them. It was an orgasm that dwarfed any one she had ever had. And she knew there were more to come.
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