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After I realized my powers, there was no end to my perversion. One time, I took her to a movie. I booked an under-performing movie in the middle of the day, so there wasn’t much crowd. She, a sexy-tan 21, with round C-cup tits and a solid hour-glass figure of 5″7 wore tight navy blue jeans and an elbow length red-checkered shirt. As the theatre lights dimmed and the room went pitch black, I began my perverted antics.
I placed my hand on her thigh and started rubbing her jeans. She didn’t react. The jeans provided her good cover, but as I moved slightly towards her inner thighs, she began to squirm slightly. Maybe she was feeling ticklish. I tried to push my luck and went for her zip, but she patted my hand away. I settled to rubbing her thighs for a while. Then I began to take it up a notch. I took her hand and after a few seconds, I wished: “I want her thighs to be as sensitive as her pussy.”
A few seconds passed and she started squirming again. I knew the spell had worked. I started rubbing her thighs. She tightened her legs and glared at me. She knew I had done something. I looked at the screen with a wry smile and continued to assault her thighs. The jeans did offer her some protection, but it only added to her frustration. It’s like teasing a penis without removing the pants. Not enough to make you cum, but enough to leave you wanting for more. She tried to push my hand aside, but I pinched her thighs and she had to cup her mouth to prevent herself from crying out loud.
“Stop. I am…I don’t…” she stammered.
“You are on the verge of moaning, aren’t you?” I asked. She blushed. “Well, that just makes me want to do you more”
After 15 minutes, she was biting her hand, sweaty and frustrated. Little squeaks did manage to slip by, but not so loud as to cause any unnecessary doubt. I looked around and there was no one in our row or the row behind. I got brave and pulled her onto my seat. She did not protest. She wanted more and though she wouldn’t say it, her silence made it suggestive enough. I made her sit on my lap and kissed the nape of her neck and simultaneously rubbed her thighs. I pushed back her raven hair to one side and licked her ears, first along the helix, then her scapha, her concha, and finally plunged my tongue as far as I could into her ears.
I made her slide down a little. Her face now rested on my left shoulder which made it easier to violate her ears. I dripped cold saliva into her ear hole and her body shivered. She gave a huge sigh. Right now, If I asked her to always be naked after marriage, she would agree. She was totally under my spell.
I pushed my point and ring finger of my right hand into her mouth. “Suck it like a penis” I whispered and she obliged. She was horny alright. Like a baby sucking on a nibble, she rolled her tongue all over my fingers and pushed it as deep as her lips would allow. I placed my other hand on one of boob and squeezed it like a stress ball. She gasped. She had sensitive tits, one of her best physical attributes. “Now” I said, letting my tongue rubbed the outer layer of her ears as I talked. “I am going to do something to your tits and you are going to be absolutely fine with it.” I took my hand out of her mouth and shoved my tongue down her throat. As I french kissed her into submission, both my hands started to massage her boobs. Then I wished: “I want her boobs to grow big enough to pop her top two shirt buttons”
As I massaged, I felt a bulge. Then pop went her two shirt buttons. She realised what was going on, but I didn’t release her from my kiss. She hit my chest with weak punches and finally settled down. As I jiggled and played with her boobs, I noticed that her bra strap had come off. In a swift movement I pulled it out and tossed it under our seat. I stopped kissing her. Her face was red as a beautiful cherry. I had sucked away all her energy and all there was left to do now was enjoy her and let her enjoy it as well. I played with her boobs, jiggling them, cupping them and at one point, holding them as if I was hanging from a cliff. The way she tightened her legs and shut her eyes unable to bear the pain and pleasure was a sight to behold. “The theatre staff will have a tale to say when they find your bra” I whispered, adding a shade of red to her face. “Who knows? Some might even fantasise and jerk off to your bra”
“But absolutely no one can guess what really happened here when I am done with you.” These seductive words bought about a sudden change in her body. “No! No! No!” she quivered and arched back strongly. I caught hold of her and tried to kiss her, but she shook violently, as if wanting to get up and run. I tightly hugged her waist and her tantrums settled in a few Why the sudden protest?, I wondered. My answer came in the form of warm liquid that trickled down the seat and also managed to drench my pants. She had peed. Unable to take the frustration, her body had said fuck it and had released to relax her nerves. She buried her face in shame.
I peeled her hands away and gave her a peck on her cheeks. “A queen should never be ashamed” I whispered and started massaging her boobs. “Let your humble servant treat you right.” My antics were by no means over.
To be Continued.
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