Camilla Ch. 073

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On Tuesday, Camilla went back to Dr. Abruzzi's office.

"Hi sir," she said in her slutty 'Candy' voice after coming in and locking the door behind her. "Do you like what I'm wearing?" Turning around for him, she was in her skin-tight grey outfit with the bell-bottoms.

"Why are you dressed like that?" Abruzzi asked. "Isn't that more the kind of thing you wear at Club Ritz?"

"Yeah," she said, with her back to him and bending over so her ass was in his face. "There's another prof here that I like; he likes me to wear clothes like this, and I just finished my class with him. Then I went to his office and sucked his cock. Since your office hours are right after his, I didn't have time to change into something else."

"Why the need to change?" he asked.

"Well, I like to change my outfits so I can appeal to the different tastes of all my sexy teachers. I know you prefer me in jeans, but is this OK?" She was still bent over; he spanked her on the ass, and she giggled.

"Yes, I like it; it's very sexy," he said.

"Thanks. I like to be sexy for my teachers. Want me to get naked?"

"Yes, I do."

She straightened up and turned around to face him. Then she turned on the radio he had on a nearby shelf and tuned in to a station playing soft lounge jazz. She slowly swayed from side to side as she unzipped herself at the front to reveal her cleavage. She pulled the outfit down to her feet, pulled her feet out of the leg holes, and took off her high heels; wearing no underwear, she was now naked.

She sat on his lap and rubbed her buttocks in a clockwise motion against the bulge in his pants. She looked back at him with squinty eyes and a lewdly agape mouth as her butt-cheeks slid along the length of his hard-on. Then she gently bounced on it, making soft, high-pitched staccato squeals.

"Oh, you have such a big cock, sir," she said. Then she got up, spread her legs, and bent over so he could see her asshole and pussy. Looking back at him upside down from between her legs, she asked, "Remember these holes, sir?" She giggled.

"How could I forget them?" he asked, bringing his head forward. He stuck out his tongue and put the tip of it against her clitoris. With his tongue spread out flat and wide so it could taste all the candy between her legs, he slowly pulled his tongue up from her clit, along her vulva, and up to her asshole in one inclusive lick. His tongue didn't miss a millimetre of Camilla's goodies. She let out a soprano sigh as his tongue came off her anus.

"Do I taste OK?" she asked.

"Like caramel."

"Not like pee or poo?"

"Not at all; you're as immaculate down here as you are filthy in your mind."

She giggled, then moaned as his tongue licked her again and again in the same thorough manner, making both her pussy and asshole tingle with pleasure. He also pressed his lips hard against her asshole in passionate kisses, and wrapped his lips around each of her swollen labia, pulling on them gently and letting them go so they slapped against her cunt. Then he sucked on her stone of a clitoris. As she was moaning and coming closer and closer to coming, she stroked the pole pointing out of his pants. He moved his head up and licked her asshole most energetically while sliding his fingers inside her pussy, tickling her G-spot.

Finally, she said, "Sir, I'm gonna come. Ah!"

Not wanting to make a mess on his office carpet, he moved his head down to receive her waterfall in his mouth, which came a second later. He swallowed most of it, though some dribbled down his chin.

"Now it's my turn," she said, turning around and kneeling between his legs. She unzipped his pants and pulled out his fully-erect cock. "Wanna come in my mouth or on my face?"

"On your face, please?" he asked.

"Yes, sir. Your wish is my command." Always looking up at him and smiling lewdly in most willing submission to his desires, she brought the tip of his cock to her lips. She then kissed and licked his knob, and took it half-way inside her mouth. Smirking and giggling lasciviously, she slid her wet lips up and down his shaft, flickering her tongue against his bulging corpus spongiosum. She never took her eyes off his, for she always wanted to know how well her mouth was pleasing him.

Sensing his soon-to-come ejaculation, she played with his balls and moved her head up and down faster and faster. Then she pulled his cock out of her mouth with a popping sound and briefly jerked him off, keeping his cock pointed at her face. Finally, he splashed his load first on her right eye, against the tip of her nose, on her left cheek, on her lips, and on her chin. She giggled like the happy little slut that she was. Looking up at him and grinning, she licked the oozing residue of his come off his dick-hole and drank it as if it were syrup. He looked down at her and smiled.

"DId I please you, sir?" she asked, still grinning as his come dripped down her face.

"Perfectly," he panted. She put his spent member back in his pants and zipped him up.

"Now I gotta go pee-pee," she said, getting up and walking to the door. "Come with me and watch."

"OK, but, uh, Camilla?"

"Yes, sir?" she asked, unlocking the door and opening it slightly.

"Uh, you're going out there naked?"

"Oh, don't worry about that. I've got it covered."

"With what? My come?"

"With Nigrovum," she said.

"What's that?" he asked with an incredulous sneer.

"Remember last week, when you pulled my pants down outside on the campus, right in front of everybody?"

"Yeah, and I still don't know how we got away with that."

"Nigrovum is how. I have something--well, otherworldly and magical--in my blood and come. I just visualize what I want, and I get it. I visualized everyone forgetting who they saw with her pants pulled down, and forgetting you were the guy who pulled them down, and everybody forgot it was us."

"You expect me to believe that?"

"You have a better explanation for how we never got in trouble?"

"No."

"Then, give me a few minutes to set up our protection."

"OK," he said, still in complete disbelief and confusion as to what she could possibly have been doing.

She visualized a section of the brains of everyone in the hallway--as well as those of whoever was to come on their floor--a brain section whose function was moral judgement, but only with respect to her and Abruzzi. She imagined it had an on/off switch, like a light switch. She then simply turned it off for everyone there. Then she visualized the whole floor being highlighted by a blue light, inside of which the 'switch' for the judging centre of the brains of everyone coming on the floor would automatically switch off. She wanted the people to know the naked girl in the hall was her, but she also wanted them to judge neither her nor Dr. Abruzzi for their naughtiness; the spectators would also be compelled never to tell anyone about her public indecency. This would keep her and her prof from ever getting in trouble.

"OK," she said, "I've set things so no one will judge us."

"I'm still doubtful," he said nervously.

"Alright, I'll do something extra; they won't know it's you who's with me." Now she visualized all the people seeing Dr. Abruzzi's body as a big blur when he came out into the hall with naked Camilla. She'd make a blur in their vision of much of the walls along the hall where his office was, so the people wouldn't know she and he came out of his office, rather than someone else's. Thus, nobody would know he was with a naked girl in the hall, and no one would gossip about them.

"OK," she said with a lewd smirk. "Let's go."

"W-wait, I-" he said, but she wouldn't be stopped.

Indeed, she walked out, naked from head to toe and with only her face covered, albeit in his come; she walked proudly towards the washroom at the end of the hall.

A half a dozen people, male and female, were in the hall: they just stopped and stared, but were unable to say anything about the bold girl they were seeing every inch of.

With her head held high and her hands hanging in a carefree manner at her sides, with no attempt made at all to cover herself, nude Camilla kept smirking immodestly, casually taking her time to get to the washroom.

A professor in his mid-fifties walked by her in the hall. She grinned at him, perfectly happy to let his eyes rove all over her milky skin. Finally, she went into the bathroom, not locking it.

She sat on the toilet and waited for Dr. Abruzzi. "Come on, sir," she said, fidgeting in desperation to urinate. "Don't be shy. Get in here; I gotta pee!"

Then she used Nigrovum to visualize hands grabbing him by the wrists and pulling him out of his seat. The invisible hands gently pulled him over to the door and opened it. As he was being pulled out into the hall, he timidly looked around at everyone there. The people were all at work, though they had a look of shock and scandalization in their eyes. All the same, they were surprisingly mute. Is she some kind of witch or something? he wondered, then rushed over to the washroom. He went in and locked the door.

"Finally, you're here," she said, still sitting on the toilet. "I can't hold it in much longer. Please, sir, come over and watch me go pee-pee; it turns me on."

"OK," he said, going over and standing in front of her. He looked down at her wide-open legs. She looked up at him with a lascivious smirk and let the pee come pouring out.

"Ahh," she sighed as the golden line went from her urethra into the toilet water. The sound of her piss splashing in the water was like the sound of a soft drink being poured into a glass, about to be given to a man dying of thirst in the summer heat.

She curved her back and pointed her ass out in a sexy S-shape, making her pretty buttocks caress the toilet seat, which was all too happy to take her lovely load on it, and feel those soft cheeks resting against it.

She looked up at him and studied his eyes as they studied her pee coming out from between her legs; she hoped he had a thing for urolagnia. Actually, she was teaching him to appreciate it.

Finally, the last of her pee came out, and she squirted out a few last bits of yellow with high-pitched squeals of "Ooh!" for each squirt. "Oh, all better now," she sighed. Then she reached for the toilet paper and pulled some off the roll.

"That...was beautiful," he said, looking down at her in awe.

"Thanks," she said, wiping her piss residue off her pussy. "But now I'm all stinky." She dropped the soiled toilet paper in the bowl.

"I don't mind. It's your divine pee, after all."

"I thought you didn't like stinky." She got up and flushed, standing to the side so he could see the gold go down in a swirl.

"Not a stinky poo smell; but pee's OK."

"I knew two guys who liked to watch me poop," she said. "Can you believe that?" She casually walked with him to the door and opened it.

"I can believe that," he said, walking out in the hall with the naked girl. "Your goddess body inspires all kinds of fetishism, I'm sure."

"Thank you," she said with a grin as they nonchalantly walked down the the hall back to his office. That fifty-something professor walked by again, looking up and down at her frontal nudity.

"Hi," she said to him, tickling his chin. She and Dr. Abruzzi went back into his office, and everyone else, though still shocked at what they saw, just remained mute and unaware of who was with her.

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On Wednesday night, Camilla, lying on her bed, felt yet another craving to fuck her dad. Not wanting to press her luck, she tried to fight the temptation, but couldn't. She'd succeeded in making him believe their fucking last time was him dreaming about Carrie, so she was emboldened to do it again. Indeed, psychically creating an imaginary setting for him as they fucked made her deception all the more convincing, so she felt she'd be safe.

She went downstairs and into the living room. Agape was drinking as usual that night; he'd already had four bourbons. Having finished his fourth drink, he went to the washroom to pee. She took his empty glass from the table beside his chair and brought it into the kitchen. She fixed him another Jim Beam, and mixed another half pill of ecstasy in it. She brought his drink back into the living room and put it on the table by his chair. When he came back, he saw the drink ready for him.

"Oh, thank you, sweetie," he said in slurs, and sat down.

"You're more than welcome, Daddy," she said with a grin. She sat on the sofa by the coffee table and took out her marijuana and papers.

More dreams to come soon, eh? he thought as she prepared another joint. No, it couldn't be her with me.

"Why don't you put some music on, Daddy?" she said before sealing the joint and lighting it.

"OK," he said. He put on a CD of Miles Davis's Bitches Brew.

After taking a few puffs and giving the joint to him, she said, "Wow, this is trippy music to get high to." She went into the kitchen and got herself a beer.

"Yeah, it's a classic." He puffed away.

After a half hour of smoking and drinking, the E began to kick in.

She psychically made him drowsy again. He had his eyes closed for a minute, then he opened them and saw the inner decor of the mansion again, and 'Carrie' was looking down at him, with Camilla's naked body below her neck. The dirty towels were on the living room carpet again.

"Let's make love," she said, then sat on his lap, facing him. She kissed him on the lips and caressed his cheeks. She sighed, "I love you; I love you so much, Da--Aga." Then she unbuttoned his shirt and kissed her way down from his face and neck to his hairy chest and belly. After that, she pulled down his pants and underwear. She knelt between his legs. Using Nigrovum to get him hard, she put his cock in her mouth.

She looked up lovingly in his eyes as her head went up and down on his cock. She kissed the tip, licked the underside, and deep-throated him. She so worshipped and adored the sacred organ that gave her life, she would have the whole shaft in her oral care. His pubic hair tickled her face, some of it going up her nostrils. She didn't care that he had the taste of a recent piss; if other men could fetish her pee, she could fetish her daddy's.

He looked down at 'Carrie' and was amazed at what he saw. Carrie once tried to deep-throat me, he thought; but she coughed and gagged within a second! How's she able to do it now without gagging?

Camilla pulled her head back, having his cock only half-way inside her mouth. As she kept on sucking, she thought, and wished she could say, Oh, Daddy, if only I could tell you it's me who's pleasing you!

Amazed at the sudden growth of skill of his 'girlfriend's' oral skills, he came in her mouth. She swallowed it all, not missing a drop of that divine nectar, then she rested a while. His head was swimming on the ecstasy, so he still suspected nothing.

She, however, wanted more.

She psychically gave her father another erection, and gently pulled him down from his chair and onto the towels, where he lay on his back. Then she got on top of him, feeding his cock in her pussy. As it went in deeper and deeper, her squeals and screams got higher and louder.

With the first pleasant punching of his knob against her A-spot, she squealed in whistle register and came a flood on his lap. Then she bounced up and down on his huge cock, screaming high notes and shaking with electrification. She looked down at him, whispering, "I love you, Daddy! I love you...so much! I want...to tell you. Oh!"

Her sighed declarations of love were soft enough for him not to hear. Still, things seemed out of place to him. As they kept fucking, he looked up at his lover, assuming he was dreaming again, but not understanding many things. Why had he been having this recurring dream recently? Why did Carrie always have the body of a teenager? Why did she scream during sex like a wild nymphomaniac? Since when did she smoke and drink? This wasn't like her at all. If this was all just a dream, why was he dreaming it? Freud had to be wrong about dreams being wish-fulfillments, for Agape never, in his wildest fantasies, wanted Carrie to look and act the way she was acting in these dreams. He wanted to wake up. He really, really wanted to wake up.

Unconsciously using Nigrovum, he saw the interior of the mansion change back into his living room. Then he looked at the naked young black-haired, black-eyed girl riding on his cock. In his drunk, stoned stupor, he couldn't quite make out her face in the dimly lit room. Still, he was fucking for real, and it wasn't with Carrie.

"Hey! What the--" he slurred.

Camilla instantly realized he'd been using his own growing psychic powers to cancel out hers! As she'd seen with her experience with Father Josiah last Mass, her power was no longer exclusively hers. She was no longer the only god among mortals.

Quickly, she used Nigrovum to put him into a brief sleep; since she was so much more practiced at using this power than he--and had millions more of those microscopic black 'eggs' in her blood--she could overpower him with little difficulty.

As he lay asleep, she sped up her fucking. She was reluctant to do so, of course, because his cock felt better than any other man's inside her euphoric pussy--she wanted to go on fucking him forever, for such was her idea of heaven. Still, for safety's sake, she had to finish up. Within two minutes of riding his cock, she came all over his lap. Then she cleaned up all the mess, including his soaking lap, and pulled his pants and underwear back up.

When she was sure everything was OK, she was ready to wake him up. She made her eyes temporarily blue again.

"Daddy?" she said, shaking him.

"W-was I asleep again?" he asked, opening his eyes.

"Yeah, for quite a while. You were out cold. And that must have been some dream you were having."