The Mind Control Device Chapter 3: Father & Daughter Virginity Test
Introduction:
In a grocery store, Dean tests his device on a father and daughter!
Chapter Three: Father & Daughter Virginity Test
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2019
Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!
Dean Michaels
I arrived at the Wholesome Food, the grocery store my wife liked to shop at, eager to pick up the milk she wanted. I wasn’t excited to pick up the milk but to have the chance to do another test of my mind control device. The works of the last six months had its first test in a park two hours away.
An amazing test.
It had worked with flying colors. It had done everything I wanted. I learned a few things, tested out some of the features, and had myself a good time. There was the MILF who’d given a blowjob, the two barely legal twins who gave me their cherries, and the MILFs daughter who joined her mother for another blowjob and who’d given me my first taste of anal sex.
My wife had a bit of a kinky streak, but she didn’t like ass play. I felt bad about cheating on her, but it was so much fun. She wouldn’t understand why I wanted to do this. How I wanted to enjoy our daughters. That would be amazing.
Eighteen-year-old June and twenty-year-old Dusk (real name Eve).
I parked my SUV before the grocery store and glanced at my device. It was modified from the speaker dock that you’d place a cell phone or MP3 player in to use as a boombox. I had replaced many of the components in it to produce sounds at an ultra-high frequency of sounds. Sounds too high for a human to hear, but one that would affect brainwaves at the right pulses. It was targetable, focusing on one person while it could also put out general waves.
Or it could make a person immune to different effects.
I had run the battery down at the park. I had a 54% charge now. I had it plugged into the outlet in my vehicle. My SUV had a robust electrical system. I glanced over at the crowd flowing into the grocery store, the sliding doors opening and closing.
This was perfect. I knew the device worked, but I wanted to check out one other feature of it. Just to make sure that this would function properly and accomplish what I wanted. It had a two hundred yard range. Which was overkill for my house.
I climbed out of my SUV and grabbed my device and the laptop hooked up to it. I hurried over to a shopping cart. I had to put the device down on it and… How could I do this? I stared at the cart, wondering how I could do it. The shopping cart was the standard type, the big central basket, the shelf beneath, and the small seat that could fold out for a toddler to sit in or for you to put small items.
I could put the device in the basket, but I needed my laptop easily accessible.
“Damn,” I muttered, staring at the cart. What was I going to do with that? It would be so obvious that I was doing something weird.
It took a few attempts to get it to balance in the fold-out seat. I managed to get it to work, barely. It was in a precarious position. If it was jostled wrong, it might fall. If it came unplugged from my laptop, the device wouldn’t operate properly, ending its broadcast and that could have some bad repercussions.
The place also had cameras. That wasn’t good at all. This was a risk, a place I was known, but the park had gone perfectly so I was willing to try.
I managed to get my laptop balanced finally. I was messing around with it right outside the doors. A Hispanic man accompanied by two barely legal girls, one probably his daughter because the other was blonde and White, gave me a weird look as he grabbed a cart.
“Here we are,” I said, the laptop at a slant, part of it on the handle, with it leaned back into the seat’s back
I headed inside to buy the milk.
I went with care, holding the laptop with my thumbs as I held the handle. I headed inside, the automatic doors whooshing open before me. Soft music played above. The cash registers were to my right, half the checkout stands occupied, the workers helping customers.
A busty girl was scanning items in the nearest lane, her brown hair flowing as she glanced at me before turning back to her job. The beeps echoed as I started typing on my laptop. I had to put in the initial commands to get started.
A mature woman with curly, black hair and an eighteen-year-old boy walked by me. The woman glanced at me, frowning as I began typing the first of the commands, staring at the computer program. My cheeks warmed with embarrassment at the attention. It was strange. People didn’t use a laptop in the entrance of a grocery store balanced on a shopping car seat.
“What’s he up to?” the boy asked as they headed inside.
“No idea,” the MILF said.
The cashier glanced at me again.
My program had two screens, a command line that looked like DOS, black with white text. The other side was a radar-like screen covered in dots with their own six-digit hexadecimal tag that the machine used to target people. There was another faint outline, the boundary of the building. It was pulled from the GPS and Google Maps, the machine recognizing where it was in the world and that it must be indoors.
On the command line, I typed: restrict building boundary mode.
It was the first time I tried it. The device would only affect people inside the building. My fingers typed on the laptop as I entered the next series of commands. The cashier was handing over the receipt, staring at me.
I identified my hexadecimal tag in the center of the GPS screen. 840F21; immune from sound waves, arousal protocol. Those two commands targeted me. The arousal protocol was amazing, using my mind to push my cock past its normal stamina limits. The other kept me from being affected by any other command I gave it, or a general command that would affect everyone.
The cashier moved out from behind her lane and headed over to me in her blue smock and khaki pants. She was young, mid-twenties. She had this puzzled look on her face as she marched to me. My cheeks burned even more. Customers were streaming in.
under 18; flight protocol.
Instantly, I heard a child start complaining. The parent frowned, juggling them, the child wanting to leave, the parent not wanting to resist. After a moment, the parent turned around and left. Others were moving out of the building, too. I could see their dots flowing to the exit, parents with their children. I didn’t want any of them in there.
A college coed was old enough. They were legal, if barely. Any younger than eighteen wasn’t acceptable to me.
“Excuse me,” the cashier said. She stopped beside me as I waited for the children and their parents to flow out of the store. “What are you doing?”
“Uh, test,” I said, waiting for them all to leave so I could put in the next command. I typed out
all; boredom protocol
but didn’t hit enter. There were still dots moving through the store with purpose on the screen.
“What sort of test?” she asked. She had big tits enhanced by folding her arms beneath them and giving me a fierce look. She didn’t appear happy at all. “Who are you? You’re not one of our vendors.”
“Well,” I said. “It’s fine. You’ll see.”
“I don’t think it’s fine,” she said, glancing around. She motioned towards an older gentleman in a white shirt and black pants. It was a security guard with a silver badge. He had a patch on his shoulder and his belt jangled as he headed over to us. “It’s weird.”
“I guess,” I said, glancing at the screen. A woman with a small child rushed by, the last dots that were moving to the door. The moment they were outside, I hit the enter key, executing the command I’d pre-typed.
“Is there a prob… lem…” The security guard’s words trailed off as his shoulders slumped. He stared down at his feet, looking utterly bored. So did the cashier who was questioning me.
Every person in the store was equally bored. A few sat down and just folded their hands across their laps. Others shifted in place, twiddling thumbs or rubbing the back of their neck. They were so bored, they wouldn’t pay attention to anything.
I let out a long exhale, my lips fluttering from the force. That was too close.
I studied the security guard. I figured out what his tag was, 04E045B. I smiled, eager to test out another command. This was one of my pre-scripted protocols. They were macros that ran programs, and this was a complex one.
04E045B; security protocol
The security guard launched into movement. He headed for a door marked “Employee Only” and vanished. I glanced down at the screen, watching his dot moving through the building. I had no layout for the interior, just the faint outline from the Google Earth’s program. He stopped in a room. I hoped this would work.
I glanced at the cashier. She was cute. My dick ached and throbbed from the arousal protocol, but I was aware of the security camera that focused on me. It was recording all of this. If anyone saw the footage…
After five boring minutes of waiting, using up my precious battery life, the security guard emerged from the employee area. He marched up to me and said, “The security system is disabled along with the previous thirty minutes of footage.”
He slouched into his boredom pose.
I smiled.
I moved my cart deeper into the store, wanting to get away from the entrance. The automatic doors whisked open and a young man sauntered in. He made it a few steps before his shoulders slouched. He gripped his hands, staring at his toes.
It proved that the building restricted mode worked.
Perfect.
I moved through the store, the wheels of my shopping cart squeaking. It was quiet in the store. The music played in the background, but there was none of the usual clatter of people talking, shopping carts groaning, the beep of barcode scanners. I passed the bored people, seeing more women than men.
I reached the back of the store near the bread section and the dairy section. There was an open space where they had some tables set out to sale cooking ware. I stopped here, nodding. The black-haired MILF with the young man was nearby. He held his phone in his hand as he stared down at the floor. She gripped the shopping cart, her face hidden by her hair.
all; naked protocol, incest protocol
I smiled as clothing began rustling around me while everyone would be okay with incest. That was the first line of code I’d ever scripted, and one that had worked amazing at the park. The MILF pushed her cart forward a foot and grabbed the belt that held her trendy, golden-cream dress shut. The fabric had the hue of champagne.
No one spoke as they stripped. I watched them, the young man popping off his t-shirt while his mother opened her dress, her large breasts constrained in a gray bra with pink lace trim. The gray panties had a high cut to them, two triangles of cloth connected by a thin waistband of pink lace. She reached behind her and undid her bra as her son kicked off his shoes and pushed down his pants.
She wasn’t the only woman stripping naked. A cutie popped off a t-shirt to reveal a pair of round breasts. Clearly, she hadn’t bothered with a bra today. Her nipples were pierced with silver barbells. Another woman had a spiky tribal stamp hidden beneath her motherly dress, her rump plump as she bent over to step out of her sea-green panties.
The MILF bared her big breasts. They were lush. Her son didn’t seem to notice them swaying before him as he finished stripping out of his jeans and boxers. He went bored again, naked and finished with his command. His mother pushed down her panties, her black bush coming into view. I smiled, sweeping my gaze around the store. The Hispanic guy stood naked and bored by a central display covered in various types of citrus fruits from oranges to limes. Other women were nude all around me, a small-breasted beauty taking off her heels last, her dark hair swaying about her face. As they finished stripping, they went bored.
I grinned, loving this device. I began stripping naked, too. I pulled off my t-shirt and kicked off my shoes. I slid down my shorts and underwear. I pulled off my socks. I threw my clothes into my shopping cart, my cock hard as I drank in the naked women.
sex female; virgin protocol
If there were any virgins in the store who were female, they would rush to me. The two barely legal girls I saw with the Hispanic man by the citrus fruit, burst out of the cereal aisle and rushed at me naked, their breasts jiggling.
They looked nineteen—I taught college so I had a good judge of young girls’ ages—and were naked and lovely. The blonde had green eyes and plump lips, her round breasts jiggling. She had a golden bush between her thighs. The Hispanic girl had small breasts, slender and taller than her White friend, her skin a lovely shade of golden-brown.
They reached me and, almost simultaneously, said, “Hi, I’m a virgin.”
I smiled as they slipped into the boredom protocol, staring down at their naked bodies. Their bright enthusiasm fading. I typed the next command: all; horny protocol. The nipples on both girls hardened. Color flushed their cheeks and a little squirm wiggled their hips from side to side. Their heads lifted, their eyes now glossy.
“You’re naked,” the Hispanic girl said. “And cute.”
“Rosa,” said the blonde, giggling. “Gosh, he’s old enough to be your dad.”
“And?” Rosa asked, arching her eyebrows. “He’s cute. Don’t deny it, Natalie. He’s like Mr. Bates.”
“Eww, our English professor? This guy’s hotter than Mr. Bates.”
“So you do think he’s hot, Natalie.”
The blonde gave her friend a sheepish grin.
Others were moving. The MILF was fondling her tits while her son was popping a boner, staring at his mother. I bet he’d spanked it to those tits before, and now he was seeing them naked and up close, his cheeks growing hot.
“So, you came here with your dad, Rosa?” I asked her.
The horny virgin grinned. “Yeah. He’s uh…” She looked around to see her father staring at a naked woman pinching her nipples, twisting and rolling them. “There he is! He’s ogling that woman. Mom will kill him.”
“He’s cute, too,” Natalie said, her fingers rubbing at her stomach.
I glanced at the computer and smiled as ideas popped into my head. I saw the codes for the girls. I began typing a long string of commands that would set off so much naughty fun.
“What are you doing?” asked Natalie.
“Mind-controlling you,” I said. “Making sure that hot, little pussy you got is satiated.”
“Oh, good, because I’m kinda horny,” she said.
“Me, too,” Rosa said. “I’m wet.”
The horny protocol made someone open to sex.
I smiled as I worked. First, I typed in for Rosa to go to her father, bring him over here, have him eat her out, and then have him pop her cherry while she knelt on her hands and knees. Rosa’s father would now go with his daughter, eat her out, and then fuck her. I instructed Natalie to fall to her knees and suck my cock. After I came, she would then ask me to pop her cherry while she knelt on her hands and knees. Last, I typed in a final command for all the women in the store, one that exempted the two virgins.
I ordered them all to engage in oral sex.
So many wonderful things happened as I hit enter and set all those commands in place. Rosa darted to her father, Natalie fell to her knees before me, and every woman in the store searched for someone to perform oral sex upon.
The black-haired mom fell to her knees before her son. As Natalie sucked my cock into her mouth, the mom did the same for her son.
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Rosa Andalucia
“Come on, Daddy, I need you to eat my pussy!” I moaned, dragging him from watching the woman fingering her tits. The woman was heading for my dad but stopped and groaned as I led him off.
“I wanted to suck his cock!” complained the woman.
“My dad!” I snarked back and stuck my tongue out just to be a brat.
She looked around and saw a woman. They were both squirming. “Want to eat each other?”
The other woman squirmed. I grinned as they fell into a sixty-nine, licking pussy. Down an aisle I passed, I spotted a woman blowing a man, bobbing her head. Beyond them, two more women were slipping into a sixty-nine, sucking on each other’s pussies.
Natalie sucked on the handsome stranger’s cock.
My blonde friend bobbed her head. I couldn’t see her mouth, but she must be giving an amazing blowjob. She’d done it before, given head to Troy Miller at our college, and I bet the man was in heaven. He looked like it.
The man groaned, my pussy growing wetter and wetter. Juices soaked my bush. I shuddered, so eager for this. I wanted Daddy to fuck me first. But he had to get my pussy ready. I didn’t think I was ready to lose my virginity, but this felt so right.
This was my daddy! He was suddenly so sexy.
“Damn, Rosachika,” he said, his nickname for me. I loved it. “You have grown up. You got your mother’s ass.”
“But not her tits,” I said, staring down at my small breasts.
“Have a few kids, you’ll get there.”
I smiled at that. I reached the stranger, his hand running through Natalie’s hair. The shopping cart with his laptop was behind him. It was so funny that he had that. I stood beside him and turned to face my daddy. He was naked and muscular from working construction, his skin a darker shade of brown from mine.
Daddy licked his lips and fell to his knees before me. He grabbed my hips and pulled my crotch to his mouth. I gasped as he nuzzled into my twat. I trembled at the incestuous pleasure of his tongue darting through my folds. It was so wicked of him to caress my pussy folds.
“Rosachika,” groaned Daddy, his strong eyes staring up my body. His hands squeezed my rump, pulling me tight to his mouth. “Such a tangy delight.”
“Thanks, Dad,” I moaned, trembling as his tongue licked and lapped at me. He darted his tongue up and down my folds.
I glanced at Natalie. Her head bobbed, blonde hair dancing about her face. Her green eyes sparkled as she stared up at the cute, older guy’s bod. I shuddered, licking my lips at how hot this was. I ground my cunt on Daddy’s mouth, loving his tongue darting through my folds.
He brushed my clit. Sparks flared. This wicked heat burst through me. I groaned, my breasts jiggling. This wonderful delight swelled in me. I groaned, biting my lower lip as Daddy’s tongue caressed my virgin twat, licking up and down my slit, brushing my clit.
“Oh, damn, Mom!” groaned the boy nearby. He gripped a handful of his mom’s black, curly hair. “Damn, you’re just sucking that dick.”
He was. Just like Natalie. Everywhere I looked, girls were doing things with their mouths. Licking pussy or blowing cocks. Two women writhed on the floor, tits pressed into each other’s stomach as they devoured each other.
It was so awesome. All those naughty sights around me only made me hornier. My orgasm swelled faster. I was so excited, and Daddy was eating my pussy with such joy. He feasted on me. He loved my cunt.
“Oh, Daddy, yes!” I moaned.
“Rosachika!” he groaned, his tongue darting through my folds. He licked and lapped and feasted on me with such fervor.
“Damn, Natalie,” the stranger said. “You’re a little cock-hungry slut, aren’t you?”
Natalie moaned around his dick.
I giggled. “Mmm, she is. Just sucking you so hard. Look at her go.”
He glanced at me and grinned. “And you’re going to drown your dad, huh? Just drench him in juices.”
“Oh, yes!” I moaned, my little breasts jiggling. “I want to do that so badly.”
“Goddamn, Mom!” the boy groaned. He gripped his mother’s head and pumped away with his cock. He pounded her mouth, ramming into her oral cavity. “Suck my cock. I’ve wanted this so much. Yes, yes, yes!”
I smiled in delight. “He’s enthusiastic.”
“Yeah,” the stranger said. “What do you say, Natalie, up for getting your mouth fucked.”
She nodded while sucking and slurping.
The handsome stranger, his dark hair and glasses giving him this teacher vibe, fucked her mouth. I shuddered, watching him fuck her. He thrusts his cock deep into her mouth. He plundered her. My friend moaned, drool running down her chin.
My pussy grew hotter. I shuddered, grinding my twat on my daddy’s hungry mouth. Juices flowed out of me into his mouth. My breasts jiggled. Daddy’s hands kneaded my rump. He squeezed my ass as he sucked on my clit now.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, the pleasure building.
“Oh, damn, that’s good!” another guy groaned. “I don’t know who you are, but you suck dick like a champ!”
“Fuck! Fuck! Mom!”
“Oh, pussy tastes so good! I love it!”
“Make me cum, and I’ll make you explode!”
“Yes, yes, drink my cum, slut!”
The moans echoed around me. The stranger’s face twisted as he fucked my friend hard. He was going to cum in her mouth. He would flood her with all his spunk. I trembled, my pussy clenching at the idea.
Soon, Daddy would fuck me and then flood my pussy with all his seed.
That sent sparks bursting through me. I gasped and moaned and shuddered. My entire body trembled. My cunt clenched as Daddy’s tongue darted around my clit. He brushed it. The pleasure swelled, this growing fire that threatened to consume me.
“Daddy!” I moaned.
“Cum on your daddy’s mouth!” gasped the stranger. “Every father deserves to drown in his daughter’s cunt cream!”
“Yes!” I howled and threw back my head.
My pussy convulsed. Juices gushed out of me. They flooded my daddy’s mouth. I moaned as the fires blazed so hot through me. The rapture burned through my nerves. My head threw back, my small breasts jiggling.
“Oh, Daddy, yes!” I moaned as my juices gushed out.
“Rosachika!” he groaned as my cream flooded his mouth.
My ass clenched beneath Daddy’s hands as I ground on his mouth. The stranger fucked my friend’s mouth hard beside me as I writhed through my orgasm. He gripped her hair. I shuddered, my mind burning beneath ecstasy. His cock plunged hard and fast into her mouth.
He groaned.
“Are you cumming in her mouth?” I moaned, my body shuddering through my pleasure.
“Yes, yes, yes!” he growled.
My friend was swallowing. She was gulping down the cum. The man gripped her hair in a tight fist. The jizz filled her. Her throat worked as she drank him down. I shuddered, wondering what jizz tasted like. What my father’s cum tasted like.
“I need you to fuck my pussy!” I moaned. “I need you to ram that cock into my cunt and make me into a woman! Please, please, pop my cherry, Daddy!”
“Rosachika, you are amazing!” he moaned. “I will. Damn, you are as beautiful as your mother was at your age. Look at you. Just a flower blossoming.”
I grinned at him. “I love you, Daddy!” I fell down to my hands and knees, facing my friend sucking out the last of the stranger’s cum. “Let my pussy love your cock, Daddy!”
“Mother of God,” he groaned.
Natalie popped her mouth off the stranger’s cock. She panted, drool and cum running down her face. It ran down her chin. She panted, her round breasts rising and falling, her green eyes glossy. She stared up at the stranger.
“Fuck me!” my friend moaned.
“Get down on your knees and face Rosa!” ordered the stranger.
Natalie did. She turned to me, her face inches from mine. Her green eyes stared into mine. She had the stranger’s cum on her mouth. I stared at it, wondering what it tasted like. I had to know, so horny. I had to try it.
I darted it in and licked at her chin. I lapped up the stranger’s salty cum. It tasted good. Great. My cunt clenched as my tongue reached my friend’s lips. I brushed her and then we were kissing. I moaned. This wasn’t practicing making out. This was the real deal.
Our tongues darted around each other’s tongue. I whimpered as Daddy groaned behind me. His cock nudged into my rump. He slid down my butt as I kissed my friend with hunger. I whimpered as Daddy’s cock moved lower and lower.
This hot, incestuous heat blossomed through me.
Daddy’s cock found my pussy.
I moaned into my friend’s mouth. I kissed her as hard as I could as Daddy’s cock nuzzled into the folds of my vulva and pressed on my hymen. I was moments away from losing my virginity to my sexy daddy.
My friend squealed and broke the kiss, gasping. “Yes, yes, that’s it! You’re in me!”
I realized my friend had just lost her virginity, the stranger buried in her cunt. I opened my mouth to congratulate her when Daddy thrust. A loud gasp burst from my lips as this flash of pain shot through me followed by a wave of pleasure. Daddy’s cock reached deeper and deeper and deeper into me.
My eyes widened as I trembled. “Mother of God!”
“I know!” my friend purred. “It’s incredible. Is he reaching all the way into you.”
“And filling me up!” I moaned, my cunt clenching down on my daddy’s thick cock. He was in me. I felt his balls rubbing into my clit. “Daddy!”
“My Rosachika!” he moaned, his hands stroking my body as he drew back his cock.
That felt amazing.
His dick pulled back out of me and then slammed into me. I shuddered, my heart pounding in my chest as he pumped his dick away at me. He thrust hard and fast, plundering me. Pumping fast and hard, ramming over and over and over into me.
“Daddy!” I moaned, my hips rotating, stirring my pussy around his cock.
That made it even better.
“Oh, Daddy, yes!” I gasped. “Oh, Daddy, you’re incredible. You’re amazing. Oh, yes, yes, Daddy!”
He groaned, his dick plundering my cunt hard and fast. He buried over and over into me. He rammed his dick into my twat. It felt amazing. Outstanding. Best thing ever. That thick, long cock penetrated me so hard and deep.
Natalie’s face twisted with pleasure before me. She moaned and gasped as she rocked back into the stranger’s cock. She bit her lip, moaning and gasping and shaking her hips. I bet she was clenching her cunt down on him like I did to Daddy, her breasts swaying and jiggling.
“Ooh, yes, yes, you love it, Natalie!” I moaned. “Don’t you? You just love it!”
“Not as much as you, Rosa!” my friend moaned. “You’re dad’s fucking you. Incest is so hot.”
“Isn’t it?” I gasped in realization. I used to think it was icky. Game of Thrones had it, but now… Being fucked by my daddy was the best. “Oh, Daddy, yes, yes, you made me into a woman and I love you for it!”
He groaned, pounding me hard and fast. “You’re so hot and tight, Rosachika. Your pussy… Damn, your pussy is amazing. Mother of God, I’m going to flood you with my cum!”
“Yes!” I gasped.
I rocked back into my daddy’s thrusts, my little titties jiggling. My butt-cheeks smacked into his crotch and his balls spanked my clit. Sparks burst from my little bud, tightening my cunt on his dick each time.
The silky friction increased.
I loved it. I moaned and then gasped as Natalie kissed me again. Our lips moved together, caressing each other as we were fucked for the first time. We lost our cherries together. It was so wonderful. I was so glad she was out shopping with us.
“Damn,” the stranger grunted. “Virgin pussy is amazing.”
“It is,” my dad moaned. “Natalie’s one hot piece of ass. Blondes, right?”
“Yeah, they’re hot. And she’s fucking tight!”
SMACK!
My friend squealed into my mouth. I realized the stranger had spanked her. She kissed me harder. Did she like it? I heard girls liked getting spanked when being fucked. What would that be—
CRACK!
Daddy spanked me once.
I gasped as the pain stung across my rump and melted down to my cunt. It fed my growing orgasm. I rocked back into Daddy’s thrusts, loving every moment of this. The pleasure built and built and built. I felt dizzy from the rapture. From the delight of being fucked by him. The spank added a naughty thrill.
It was incredible. My hips stirred from side to side. My cunt danced around his dick. The pleasure built and built in me. This was incredible. Just a delight to enjoy. My pussy squeezed with such force down around his dick.
“Shit!” Daddy groaned. “Your cunt, Rosachika! You’re going to make me cum!”
“Flood your daughter!” panted the stranger. “Damn, her friend’s eager for it. She keeps clenching her pussy on my dick.”
I squeezed down on Daddy’s withdrawing cock.
“That’s incredible,” he panted, slamming back into me. “Damn, my daughter’s moving her ass, too. She loves it.”
I broke the kiss with Natalie and moaned, “It’s amazing, Daddy! Better than masturbating or when you ate me out!”
“Oh, yes, yes, yes!” gasped Natalie. Her blonde hair danced about her flushed face. “Fuck me, stranger. Oh, yes, yes! God, you’re so hot. Yes, yes, fuck me hard! Make me explode.”
Daddy’s dick brought me closer and closer to my next orgasm. It was amazing. I moaned and gasped, my hips dancing from right to left. I stirred his cock around inside of me. My tits jiggled. My hair spilled around my face. He pounded me hard.
Then he grabbed my hair.
I gasped as he pulled on it as he fucked my cunt from behind. I didn’t know why, but it made it hotter. He held tight as he pounded me. He rammed that dick deep into my cunt. I whimpered at the pleasure surging through me.
I shuddered, my pussy squeezing around his dick. His cock fucked me over and over. It was incredible. I bit my lower lip, whimpering and groaning as he plundered my cunt. His strokes were hard and fast. Just the best.
His strokes rammed into me. He buried so deep into my cunt. I whimpered. My eyes squeezed shut as my pussy clenched around his dick. The heat built and built. A wonderful explosion that would have me shuddering.
“Daddy!” I moaned. “I’m going to cum, Daddy! I’m going to cum on your big dick!”
“Yes, yes, cum on your dad’s cock!” my friend panted. The slap of flesh on flesh echoed around us. “That would be so hot.”
“Uh-huh,” I whimpered, clutching my pussy around my daddy’s cock. The increased friction brought me closer and closer to my climax. “Oh, yes, yes, I’m going to explode.”
“Good!” my daddy panted. He buried hard and deep into me. His cock filled me. He felt incredible in me. Amazing.
His balls smacked into my clit.
I exploded.
“Daddy!”
My pussy convulsed around his cock. A wave of pleasure surged out of my cunt. Last time, I burned in ecstasy, this time I drowned in incestuous rapture. It spilled through my body and swept over my thoughts.
Stars burst across my eyes as Daddy rammed into my writhing pussy. He groaned and gasped, his hand pulling back hard on my hair. He growled, fucking me with such power. He drove his dick into my incestuous depths.
“Oh, yes, yes!” Natalie moaned. “I want to cum like that. Oh, please, Mister, make me explode!” Her eyes widened. “Oh, my god, yes! That’s my clit! That’s my fricking clit!”
She howled in rapture. I shuddered, watching the pleasure burn across her face while my own pussy convulsed and writhed around Daddy’s cock. It was amazing. I panted and shuddered, my pussy writhing and spasming around Daddy’s cock.
“Rosachika!” Daddy panted. He plowed into my pussy’s depths. “I love you!”
My heart beat for joy as the pleasure flooded out of my cunt spasming around his dick. Something hot spurted into my cunt’s depths. I groaned, realizing Daddy was cumming in me. He was flooding me with his jizz. It was incredible. I whimpered and moaned, my body trembling as the pleasure surged through me.
I had no idea anything could feel this amazing.
I loved it.
Daddy’s cock felt amazing in my cunt. My moans filled the supermarket with the other pants and gasps that were bursting around us. Everyone was cumming and moaning and having so much naughty fun.
“Shit!” the stranger grunted.
“Yes, yes, flood my fricking cunt!” howled my friend Natalie, her head throwing back. “Oh, Mister, yes!”
“Daddy!” I moaned, my pussy milking daddy’s cock dry, wringing out every drop of cum.
We weren’t the only ones gasping in pleasure.
“Mom! Jesus, a third load of cum! You’re amazing! Come on, you can suck more out of my dick!”
“Ooh, I love eating pussy!” moaned a woman. “I never want to stop eating yours!”
“I know, your twat tastes amazing,” gasped another woman. “Yes, yes, just keep sucking on my cunt. You’re going to make me cum.”
I loved it. Such naughty sounds echoed around us.
Daddy fired the last blast of cum into my pussy. I felt so amazing. I buzzed in delight, riding the high of an incestuous orgasm. I was so glad to come to this amazing store. I couldn’t believe I lost my cherry here, but it was perfect.
Just the best place to do it.
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Dean Michaels
I shuddered as I pumped the last of my cum into Natalie’s cunt. I stared at the Hispanic man flooding his daughter with his seed. There was such joy in his eyes. I wanted that same pleasure. I wanted to experience that same passion.
I would.
I ripped my cock out of Natalie and she whimpered. She threw a look at me. “No, no, you have to keep fucking me!”
I hadn’t given them commands for after the fucking. Already, Rosa’s father was drawing back his hips to keep fucking his deflowered daughter. I reached my computer, glancing at the battery. It was draining fast, but there was still some time left on it.
G039D0,932D0C,5H391D; end directed command
That would return the three to the general command. Instantly, Rosa pulled off her father’s cock and spun around, moaning, “I need to suck your dick now, Daddy!”
She engulfed her fathers’ cock, sucking his shaft, soaked in her pussy juices, into her hungry mouth. The girl moaned, sucking hard. Natalie stared at Rosa’s ass and pussy right before her. Needing to give oral pleasure, the blonde pressed her face into the Hispanic girl’s cunt and lapped up the creampie.
I grinned at that. My dick throbbed as I looked around. The mom was blowing her son. He looked like he was having the time of his life. I pushed my cart before me, admiring the two women who were sixty-nining. One was Black, the other White, making such a delicious swirl of pleasure.
I grabbed the 2% milk for my wife as I headed through the dairy section, passing more people having sex. A man leaned against the apple stand, his hand gripping an Asian woman’s head as she sucked his cock with hunger. She was having fun blowing him.
“Oh, Trish, honey, our daughter is such a cocksucker!” panted a man further down the produce aisle. He was in front of the banana stand getting his dick sucked by a brunette girl who was nineteen or so.
A woman with the same shade of brown hair was blowing a Black guy a few feet away, sucking hard. She had a wedding ring flashing on her hand. The Black guy enjoyed the treat, the wife sucking hard while her daughter took care of her husband.
I passed two more women sixty-nining, one a barely legal beauty with a castle tattooed on her back with a knight riding out, a damsel in a tower waving at him with a long scarf of green. The woman she rode was older than my wife, the pair devouring each other in hunger.
My dick throbbed. The battery was getting lower than I was comfortable with. It was almost time to stop the fun. What a shame. I reached the front where the cash registers lay. One cashier was a man who was getting a blowjob from the woman he must have been ringing out, her large tits bobbing as she worked her mouth up and down his cock. The other two cashiers were women and sixty-nining on their belt, the one on top getting her asshole fingered by the cutie on the bottom.
The cashier who interrupted me had her mouth wrapped around an older man’s cock. His wrinkled face twisted in delight as she sucked on his dick. He groaned and her big tits swayed as she blew his cock with enthusiasm.
Both entrances were the center of wild fun. People had been flowing in and falling under the device. They’d stripped naked, and then the women began blowing guys or licking cunts. I smiled as a new woman walked in, her hair dyed red. She was in her mid-thirties, wearing a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. She peeled it her top revealing no bra beneath.
She must have just run out of the house to do an errand.
Her breasts swayed as she groaned and shoved down her sweatpants and panties in a single go, her pussy covered by soft, blonde hair. She kicked off her flip-flops and was naked in moments, her breasts swaying as she straightened.
She looked around, her head cocking. Every guy had a woman around his dick while the other women were sixty-nining. This frantic look flashed over the newcomer. She squirmed in place, whimpering and groaning.
Then she saw me.
“Oh, thank god,” she breathed and hurried over to me.
She fell to the floor before me and engulfed my cock covered in the girl’s pussy juices. I groaned as the stranger blew me. The pleasure rushed through me. It was incredible. I panted, my chest rising and falling. The woman bobbed her head hard and fast.
I glanced at the machine. 10% battery remaining.
“Fuck,” I groaned, not wanting to risk it running out and not having enough time to put everything to right.
As the pressure built on the tip of my cock, the woman sucking with enthusiasm, I typed: all; end horny protocol,incest protocol,oral protocol.
The woman slid her mouth off of me and then just looked bored, my cock right before her face. That happened across the entrance. The old man’s cock slid out just as he was erupting, a blast of cum catching the cashier across the face.
She just let it drip over her.
Panting, I activated the cleanup protocol. Everyone was scrambling to get dressed now, searching for their clothes. The cashier wiped the cum off her face with Kleenexes from a box beside her cash register before finding her outfit. I donned my own clothes. The security guard, who had been enjoying a hummer from a plump Black woman, headed away to reactivate the security system.
The power drained as the cleanup process took a few minutes. It was getting dangerously low. My dick was hard, but I was glad that I had stopped getting the blowjob. Better to deny myself some pleasure now then ruin everything.
Last, when everyone seemed dressed and slipped into the boredom routine, I put in the final command: all; amnesia protocol.
The most important one of all. The one that would have everyone forget what they did and to ignore any evidence that would hint something had happened. They wouldn’t wonder at the taste of cum in their mouths. Rosa and Natalie wouldn’t question why they no longer had hymens. It was a shame the father and daughter wouldn’t remember their passion.
Maybe they would in their dreams.
I turned off the machine and closed my laptop. People shook their heads and then went about their business. The cashier glanced around and saw me. Her eyes narrowed. She marched over to me, questions in her eyes.
“Just needed some milk, “I said, holding it up. “Your lane open?”
“Uh, sure,” she said, shaking her head. She had a little trace of cum on her face, a drying bit of white beneath her ear. “This way.”
I smiled and nodded. Shopping carts pushed through the store. The backup at the entrances was moving in. A woman with a toddler successfully entered the store. It took a minute to ring me up and for me to pay with a five out of my wallet. Then I headed out to my SUV.
I sent my wife a text: Got the milk. Heading home. Love you.
I started up my SUV. Already, my thoughts were already plotting out the home system. I could restrict it to just our house and set it up with commands that would keep my family under its influence in the house. They would be happy, have fun, and not remember any of it outside of it.
It was a shame that society frowned on my desires. I would love for my wife and daughters to be accepting of it, but once the machine was running, they would have so much fun. My dick was hard as I put my SUV into gear.
And once I had the home system figured out, there was the college where I taught. The mind control device held so many interesting possibilities. I couldn’t wait to explore them all.
To be continued…
