The Hivemind Sluts Crave Him
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Chapter 6: Summoning the Busty Reporter & the Naughty Housewife
Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 6: Summoning the Busty Reporter & the Naughty Housewife - One day, it seems like everyone in the world just wants to make Kurt happy in any way he can desire!
Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mind Control Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Science Fiction Cuckold Slut Wife Incest Mother Sister Father Daughter Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Orgy Interracial Black Female White Male Hispanic Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Tit-Fucking Water Sports
Kurt Martin
I watched in awe as Maggie Mondale stripped naked on the TV the moment I said to Liz I wanted to see the sex TV anchor naked. What the fuck was this? It was so hot to watch Maggie Mondale as she finished unbuttoning her blouse while smiling at the camera. She wore a purple push-up bra that lifted her fake tits into a pair of jiggling mounds.
“This is for a very special man,” she purred as she reached behind her and unhooked the clasp. “We are here to make the news more joyful for you.”
“For me?” I breathed.
Her breasts came into view.
I groaned at the sight. This was a live broadcast, violating the FCC rules. It was 5 PM, and there were her tits were out. Her boobs were glorious. Huge and obviously fake. There needed to be more fake tits in the world. More women who looked like bimbo-whores. Gold gleamed.
Barbells pierced both her pink nipples.
I groaned at the sight of her large tits swaying as she unzipped the side of her skirt. She shoved that off. My cock throbbed so hard as I watched Maggie Mondale push the skirt off. She had matching purple panties. Lacy and delicious. She smiled at the camera that was capturing it all.
She winked and peeled off her panti
es. “Yes,” I groaned.
“Is that joyful for you, sir?” Liz asked, the Hispanic slut smiling at me.
“Yes,” I groaned as Maggie Mondale stepped out of her panties. Her shaved pussy appeared. I licked my lips at the sight of it. “That brings me such joy.”
Maggie Mondale sat and said, “Ships have launched to begin cleaning up the vast island of garbage in the middle of the Pacific...”
I hardly heard what she said. This was just too much. I couldn’t believe that this had happened, but it made my cock so hard. I wanted to see how far I could push this. My heart hammered in my chest as I glanced at Liz. An idea popped into my head.
I had to test this.
“Liz, it would make me so happy if the married man who helped me carry my grocery bags earlier today would send his wife over here naked to beg me to fuck her brains out,” I said.
“Oh, of course,” Liz said. “She’ll be here in thirteen minutes!”
I couldn’t believe that. I stared at her in shock. “I don’t even know his name.”
“Steve Tyler,” she said.
Mrs. Bernadette Tyler
The Greater Good is served. Through Unity is Harmony ensured. Through Unity shall Happiness be achieved.
The collective shifted. I was needed to make him happy.
I rose from my dinner plate at once. My husband did, too. I knew the words he would speak before he said them because it was all a part of making the anomaly happy. To give him joy and harmony. He was not a part of the collective.
He was outside of it, so we must work hard to ensure that he was always happy.
“Bernadette, go to the anomaly’s house naked and beg him to fuck your brains out,” Steve said, his emotions singing in the collective. He was so happy that he could play a small role in making the anomaly happy and proud that I would play the larger role.
“I will,” I said, the first words I had spoken since unity came.
Words were not necessary when all were one.
But all were not one.
I pulled off the sweater I wore and folded it with care. My husband took it, a smile on his face. I unhooked my bra, freeing my breasts. My heart beat faster with my excitement. He could feel how eager I was. Arousal soaked through my pussy. I needed to be wet and ready to make the anomaly happy.
I would have to call him by his name. Kurt. Calling him the anomaly would be rude.
I unsnapped my jeans and shoved them off, losing my slippers in the process. I stepped out of my jeans and folded them as well. My husband took them while I pushed off my panties. My boobs swayed as I stepped out of my underwear.
Naked, I headed to the door barefoot. I was told to go naked. I headed out of our townhouse and walked briskly naked to the apartment. I was within walking distance. There was no need to drive. I moved unconcerned about being nude.
Everyone who passed me slid out of my way. They were all excited for me. They urged me on. Their thoughts sang with the united will of the collective to please him. I soon reached his apartment complex. The soles of my feet were sore, but I ignored that.
That didn’t matter.
I passed men in the lobby who did not ogle me. The world had changed. I rode the elevator up to his floor and down to his apartment. I didn’t bother knocking. I just entered the apartment to find him standing there with Liz, the lucky girl chosen to be his fucktoy.
“Please, fuck my brains out, sir!” I moaned the moment I stepped into the apartment, my boobs swaying.
Kurt Martin
Right on time. “Holy shit,” I said at the brunette with large breasts who stood naked before me. She was in her thirties and fit. She kept her bush trimmed and had a faded tattoo of a rose on her hip. “Holy fucking shit. Bend over the couch!”
“Of course, sir,” she said and rushed to the couch. She bent over it, her furred muff framed by her toned thighs. “I’m so glad to bring you joy. Unite with me and be happy.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Your husband isn’t mad.”
“Why would he be mad?” she asked. “He was so happy to help you like earlier with the grocery bags. He’s proud you chose me. I am, too. Let me bring you joy, sir.”
I moved up to her. I stared at her married pussy. My wife did this with my boss. Fucking cuckolding me, but this woman ... She didn’t even know me. She came over naked. I had power. This was so insane. I didn’t get how this fucking worked at all, but...
I pressed my cock into her bush. Her curls tickled my cock. I groaned at the heat of her twat around my dick. I gripped her hips and thrust into her cunt. I savored the heat of her pussy engulfing my dick. It was a fantastic rush.
I groaned, savoring the hot grip of her twat around my dick. I slid deeper and deeper into her snatch, reveling in every inch of her cunt around my cock. She purred in delight as I bottomed out in her married pussy.
“Have you ever cheated on your husband?” I asked her.
“Of course not,” she moaned. “I love him.”
“So this isn’t cheating?” I asked.
“This is unity,” she moaned. “Cheating was the old world. Now there is unity. Harmony.”
“It’s wonderful, sir,” Liz said as she watched.
Shit, this world was insane. Why was I spared? Why did they care about making me happy?
I drew back my cock, the busty slut’s pussy feeling too good. I savored the warmth of her cunt around my dick. She gripped me with her hot flesh. I pulled back and back until I was about to pop out. Then I buried back into her snatch.
She squealed in delight, her butt-cheeks jiggling. They rippled from the force of my thrusts. I buried into her cunt with hard strokes, reveling in every inch of her cunt around my cock. I smiled at the silky snatch.
“You’re just a fucking married whore!” I growled. “Coming over here naked to fuck me! Shit, shit, you’re a slut, whore!”
“I am!” she gasped as I fucked her. “Sir, I am your slut! Your whore! Whatever makes you happy! I just want to give you joy! To unite with you!”
“That’s right,” I growled, fucking into her cunt.
I churned up her pussy, reveling in the tight heat of her twat. I savored her pussy around my dick. The married woman gripped my cock. I pounded her with all that heat. I loved the warmth of her pussy around my dick. She felt spectacular.
I hammered her twat with passion. It was just incredible to pound the slut. She gasped and moaned as I fucked into her snatch again and again. I didn’t even know her name. It didn’t matter. She was just a married whore for me to fuck.
“Yes, yes, you’re just a fucking slut!” I howled. “A fucktoy for me to enjoy!”
“Yes, sir!” she moaned.
“How does your husband feel about that?” I growled.
“Joyful!” she moaned as I churned her up. “Oh, oh, sir! You’re fucking me so hard! Use my slutty pussy! Ooh, ooh, I am going to cum on your dick, sir!”
“Like a married whore-wife?” I snarled, hammering her.
“Yes, yes, yes, a married whore-wife!” She threw a look over her shoulder. “Please, please, take joy in my cunt!”
Her pussy clamped down on me. I groaned, “I am!”
She squealed in joy while Liz clapped. I fucked into her married pussy with such force. I enjoyed this hot moment. I loved the silky heat of her cunt around my dick. The pressure built and built in my nuts. I would have a huge climax.
I pumped into her cunt with force. I loved the way she squeezed down on me. She felt incredible as I fucked into her twat with all that I had. I slammed into her with so much force. It was such a glorious moment to fuck her like this.
“Shit, shit, shit!” I growled. “That’s good. Take it!”
“I’m taking it!” she whimpered, her pussy squeezing down on me. “Oh, oh, I am taking it so hard!”
I loved hearing her say that as I fucked her cunt with passion. She brought me closer and closer to cumming in her snatch. I wanted to erupt into her pussy. To fill her up with all my spunk. She clamped her pussy down on my cock.
I hammered her cunt with force, reveling in the silky heat. My nuts tightened as I rose and rose toward my climax. I would have a huge burst of pleasure. Just cum in her with all my spunk. She gasped, wiggling her hips back and forth.
“Damn, damn, damn,” I grunted. “I want to feel that married cunt convulsing around my cock, whore! I’m better than your husband, right?”
“You are, sir!” she squealed. “Oh, oh, I’m so close to cumming! Just a little more! Please, please, keep fucking me!”
I slammed into her cunt with hard strokes. I reveled in the warmth of her pussy around my dick. She felt so damned good. I grunted, fucking her so hard. So fast. I plowed into her twat with everything that I had, reveling in this heat.
She gasped out in delight as I fucked her. She clamped her pussy down on me. That hot twat felt incredible around my dick. I was so happy to hammer her like this. I buried to the hilt in her cunt, so close to bursting.
“Oh, oh, sir!” she squealed. “Unite with me!”
Her married pussy went wild around my cock.
“Yes!” I growled, savoring that hot cunt rippling around my dick. This woman just came over because of my words. Maggie Mondale’s tits jiggled out of the corner of my eye, still giving the news. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
I could have asked for Maggie Mondale to come over.
I buried into the married woman’s snatch and erupted.
My cum spurted into her twat. I flooded her with my jizz. The rapture shot through me. Ecstasy slammed into my mind. It was a beautiful thing. I loved how that hot twat spasmed around my dick. I grunted, pumping more and more blasts of cum into her snatch.
She rippled around me. I loved the way she suckled at me. It was a beautiful thing. I dumped my load into her twat. She gasped and moaned as I did that. I flooded her with so much spunk. The rapture shot through me.
“Oh, oh, sir, yes!” she moaned as she milked my cock.
“Fuck!” I growled, savoring this power. “I want Maggie Mondale to come here and fuck me, too!” “Well, I have to go,” said Maggie Mondale on the news. I dumped the last of my cum into the married woman’s pussy. “Kurt Martin wishes me to come to his place and fuck him.”
“Of course,” her co-anchor said.
I grunted, watching the naked Maggie Mondale vanish off camera. She really was coming here. Liz grinned at me as the married woman panted. I pulled my cock out of her cunt, my dick twitching and throbbing.
“What’s your name again, whore?” I asked.
“Bernadette Tyler,” she said.
“Well, Mrs. Tyler, I am going to fuck your asshole,” I said.
“Ooh, Maggie Mondale will be here by the time you’re done,” Liz said.
“Please, please, fuck my asshole, sir,” groaned Mrs. Tyler.
I pulled my cock out of her asshole and smiled at the sight of my shaft dripping in her pussy cream. I slid my cock into her butt-crack. She purred in delight as I found her anal ring. I drilled against her backdoor.
“I’m such a slutty wife,” she moaned. “Ooh, ooh, use my asshole, sir!”
I pushed and pushed on her asshole. I loved the feel of her stretching and stretching to take my dick. She whimpered as her anal ring stretched wider and wider. Then she gasped as I popped past her backdoor into her bowels.
I sank into the married woman’s asshole. She trembled as I penetrated into her bowels. It felt so good to sink into her anal sheath. I groaned, loving that delight. A big smile spread on my lips as more and more of her asshole surrendered to my dick.
I sank into her anal sheath. I filled her up with my dick. She groaned as I sank into her bowels. She groaned as I bottomed out in her. I loved having all my cock into the married whore’s asshole. Mrs. Tyler groaned, clamping down on my dick.
Maggie Mondale was coming down to fuck me.
The fucking hotties anchor on local news would be my fucktoy.
I was so damned lucky.
I didn’t get how this fucking work, but I was starting to not care about the why or the how. Just the results. I was a fucking lucky man. I drew back my cock, savoring Mrs. Tyler squealing like a whore as she massaged my dick with her asshole.
I slammed back into her bowels. The velvety delight of her anal sheath massaged my shaft. The heat melted down my shaft to my balls. I groaned, savoring this friction as I pumped away at her asshole. I was such a lucky guy.
I could enjoy my daughters.
I hesitated about that. I wasn’t sure I was ready for that.
Or to deal with my ex-wife.
For now, I was just having fun with the sluts around me. I pumped away at Mr. Tyler’s asshole. I fucked her with so much force. I loved burying into her bowels again and again. She clamped her anal sheath down on me.
She whimpered in delight as I fucked her hard. I pounded her with all that I had. It was just a wonderful rush to bury into her anal sheath. I loved the heat of her bowels around me. She gasped and moaned as I thrust away at her.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she whimpered. “You’re fucking my asshole so hard! Oh, oh, I’m such a slutty wife, sir!”
“You are,” I groaned, fucking her asshole.
It was so great to fuck Mrs. Tyler’s asshole. I pounded her bowels with all that I had. I loved the heat of her tight backdoor around my dick. My nuts slapped into her taint as I used her. I pumped away at her, reveling in this delight.
I could not wait to cum in her bowels. To flood her with all my passions. That tight asshole gripped my dick. I rose and rose toward my climax. I would have a huge burst of cum. I wanted to just erupt into that amazing anal sheath.
“That’s it!” I growled. “Fucking take it, whore!”
“I am, sir!” she moaned. “Oh, oh, I’ll cum so hard! That’s what you want, sir! I know you love this! Yes, yes, unite with me! Find joy and harmony in me!”
“For the greater good,” groaned Liz as she watched.
I hammered that tight asshole, my cock burying into her tight anal sheath. She felt so good around me. My nuts tightened with every thrust into her bowels. I rose toward the moment when I would cum in her bowels. I would flood her with all that I had.
The slap of flesh on flesh echoed through the apartment. I grunted as I fucked that slut. I hammered her bowels. She groaned, her anal sheath gripped my cock, her moans echoing through the apartment. She was a big-titty, hot-wife slut.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she moaned. “Please, please, keep fucking me, sir. I ... I ... I’m your whore-wife!”
Her asshole convulsed around my dick.
I groaned at the feel of her anal sheath around my dick. She spasmed about me. I loved the way her bowels rippled around my cock. She squealed out her pleasure as she came so hard. There was no faking this. My big dick made her explode.
I plunged to the hilt in her asshole and grunted, “Yes!”
“Sir!” she squealed as my cum flooded her bowels.
I dumped blast after blast of my cum into her anal sheath. Her flesh rippled around me as the rapture screamed through me. I grunted, enjoying every second of this. It was just incredible to have all that ecstasy rushing through me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, whore!” I growled.
“Yes, yes, sir!” she squealed. “Fill me with your cum! Are you happy?”
“So fucking happy!” I growled as I dumped more and more blasts of cum into her bowels. I filled her to the brim with all my jizz. The pleasure slammed through me. I grunted with the rapture. “Shit!” I erupted a final time into her asshole. I trembled, dizzy with passion. The door opened. I threw a look to see a naked Maggie Mondale striding in, her bleached blonde hair spilling around her gorgeous face. Her big, fake tits bounced, her gold barbells framing her hard nipples. She was shaved and dripping.
“I’m here, sir,” she purred. “My tits excited you so much, you had to unite with me?”
“Fucking A, I did,” I growled and ripped out of Mrs. Tyler’s asshole.
I cupped Maggie Mondale’s big tits. I squeezed those big, lush mounds. They were so wonderful to fill her in my hands. They felt perfect. I massaged them as she smiled at me. Her eyes sparkled with her delight as I played with her tits. I swiped my thumbs over her nipples.
She shuddered as I brushed her nubs.
“Oh, sir,” she whimpered.
“That’s right,” I said. “You’re going to get fucked so hard, too, but...” I grinned. “My cock is dirty, Maggie Mondale. Clean it.”
“Anything to make you happy?” she purred and dropped to her knees. “This is what you mean, yes? With my mouth.”
I nodded.
Maggie Mondale swallowed my dirty dick. I groaned as her plump lips slid over it. She was a gorgeous creature. She swirled her tongue around my dick. Pleasure shot through me as I savored her polishing off Mrs. Tyler’s asshole from my dick. The slutty news anchor suckled hard on my shaft.
Her tongue swirled around my dick. She polished my cock. I groaned, loving how she worked that mouth up and down my rod. She suckled with passion on me, staring up at me with such heat in her eyes. I groaned, enjoying that hot mouth loving me.
“Fuck, fuck, just like that,” I groaned. “You’re making me so happy. Such joy. That’s harmony!”
Maggie Mondale groaned around my dick as Liz said, “She’s so thrilled, sir!”
“Yes,” Mrs. Tyler moaned. “We all just want that for you.”
I smiled at that hot mouth working up and down my dick. Maggie Mondale polished my cock. It was a beautiful thing to have the sexy new anchor buffing my dirty pole clean of Mrs. Tyler’s asshole. Maggie Mondale put her all into loving my rod.
I wanted to cum in her mouth with my cum. To have her gulping it all down. She groaned, swirling her tongue around my dick. It felt so good. I loved every second of this. Those eyes sparkled with such hunger.
“That’s it,” I groaned. “Shit, shit, that’s it. Keep sucking slut!”
The news anchor did, her big boobs bouncing. She danced her tongue around the crown of my dick. She must love the taste of Mrs. Tyler’s asshole because such joy gleamed in Maggie Mondale’s brown eyes. I loved this moment. It felt so good to have her suckling on me.
She worked that hot mouth up and down my dick. I savored every second of that sexy new anchor blowing me. She brought me closer and closer to cumming. I wanted to erupt into her mouth. Just flood her with all my cum.
“Fuck, that’s it,” I groaned. “That’s so good. Shit, shit, that’s a beautiful thing. I love it! I fucking love your mouth!”
She purred around my dick as she loved me. She worked that hot mouth up and down my dick. I rose and rose toward my climax. I would have a huge burst of cum. She groaned, bobbing her head. Her tongue swirled around my rod.