Alien Mind Control from Planet P Ch. 23

"I haven't finished milking these," she explained, cupping his balls. "Are you ready to be fully drained, my dear?"

"No," said Anson. "Not again!"

Gretchen grabbed his testicles, and pulled on them tightly. "You are not in charge of these. I am."

And then she flipped him on his back and mounted him, slipping his still hard shaft inside her, so this time she would be on top.

"No," Anson moaned.

"Yes!" said Gretchen, smiling broadly.

She ignored his protests and started riding him. Within moments, he was fully stiff again. She rode him like a woman riding a wild bull, up and down, up and down, her large breasts bouncing every which way. Soon Anson felt the pressure building, but Gretchen didn't slow down; she was taking, not savoring.

"Come on, Anson, give it to me!" said Gretchen, reaching behind her to cup his balls. "There's still some cream left in there that belongs to me. I know it!"

"No!" Anson said again. But he couldn't help but be extremely aroused as he watched his penis appear and disappear inside of Gretchen's pink slit nestled in her field of reddish brown pubic hair. Her vagina was leaking a nearly clear fluid, a cocktail of his and her juices from their first round of lovemaking. He watched her large, sweaty breasts bounce up and down as she rode his thick shaft, which still had red streaks of her period. He saw the perspiration on her face, beautifully framed by her thick, wavy, red hair, the callous smile and eyes full of domination which drove him wild. Now she was the one fucking him; and she was so vibrant, so sexual, so alive it made his penis ache with pleasure

"You can't get enough of it, can you?" she said, noticing where he was looking.

"No!" said Anson again, no longer sure what he was saying no to.

Smack! Gretchen slapped his face. The sting and the sound of it stunned him Anson blinked. "Come on, give it to me, Anson. Bring it, Anson, bring it!" she yelled. Smack! She slapped him again. Anson started to get angry. She started to ride him more vigorously.

"You pussy!" Slap! "You coward!" Slap! "You dickless wonder!" Slap!

Anson's eyes grew wide with rage. He grabbed hold of her hips and took control, plunging in and out of her furiously, gritting his teeth and roaring with anger.

Gretchen let him do it, loving the feeling of the engorged head of Anson's penis roughly stimulating her insides. His shaft was rock hard again now, coursing against her clitoris and giving her all kinds of pleasure. But it was his lust that drove her over the edge, the tremendous lust he felt for-

Gretchen cried out a sheer millisecond before Anson exploded into her, sending one, two, three, and then a fourth powerful pulses up into her vagina, milking him of everything he had. She looked at him knowingly in the eyes as they came together, as they bonded together.

"Oooooh!" Anson cried.

"Ooooooh!" Gretchen cried, as she stared deeply into his eyes as she came with him. They had climaxed together!

Anson's head cleared and realized what he had just done. They had not only had sex but had shared a very intimate experience, one he couldn't quite put into words. Was he.... Was he developing feelings for Gretchen? He felt dazed and confused.

She smiled at him, knowing exactly what he was thinking. "Thank you, Anson, dear," She said, resting her sweaty body against his. It felt good to rest her head against his manly chest.

As he came off his high, Anson, suddenly feeling very embarrassed once again, released his iron grip on her hips and lay back, relaxing. Gretchen raised her head and gave him a loving kiss. "My dear, dear Anson," she whispered. "I'm growing quite fond of you." She dismounted Anson in one smooth, graceful motion, causing him to gasp as his penis came free. She felt his eyes on her as she stood up and stretched her arms, aware that he was delighting in watching her heavy sweaty breasts move this way and that. As she stood up, Gretchen rubbed her vaginal opening, which was now sopping with a clear, whitish fluid. "I think I got it all, now." She winked at him. "Thank you, Anson."

Anson actually blushed. As his face reddened, she lay back down in his arms. He looked at her questioningly.

"I like the cuddling," she said with a grin. And then she reached down into her sopping wet vagina, scooped out some of the wetness he had deposited within her, and started to coat his face with it.

"What are you doing?" Anson cried out with alarm as her fingers touched his cheek. He moved his hands to stop her, but she immobilized him with just a glance.

"Just sharing some of the fruits of our labor," said Gretchen. She put some sperm on his cheeks. He flinched reflexively. "Don't move, dear."

Dear.

Anson lay here passively as she smudged some wetness on one cheek. "I have a friend named Tom who says a good cum facial is a great way to celebrate a newfound relationship." She started to dab some on the other cheek.

"This is not a new relationship."

"True," said Gretchen. "You fell in love with me the moment we met."

"I am not in love with you! You're deluded!"

"Am I?" said Gretchen. She dipped her fingers into herself a new, and dabbed a line of it across his forehead. "Who was just fucking me with a passion just moments ago?"

"You manipulated me," said Anson.

"And you responded marvelously," said Gretchen. "You know, at least Maggie and the girls have an excuse. They've become part of Us. What's your excuse, Anson?"

She felt his shame as his face reddened. She had a point. Anson had voluntarily made love to her.

"That's why I didn't take you into Us. I wanted you to come to Us on your own. You're going to be my masterpiece, Anson."

"No I'm not!" Anson cried.

Gretchen dabbed some sperm on the tip of his nose. Some of it dripped down to his lips. He moved reflexively to wipe it off but Gretchen said, "Don't you move! Don't you dare!"

Anson felt his sperm dripping between his lips. He closed his mouth tightly.

"Swallow, Anson." She stared at him resolutely. "Swallow!"

Anson reluctantly licked his lips and frowned.

"Oh, don't make make silly face," said Gretchen. She stretched her arms, showing off her lovely breasts, and sighed. "So... what will we do tomorrow, Anson?"

"What?" Anson sat up abruptly. "What do you mean, tomorrow? Our deal was-"

"Our deal was that you would make love to me convincingly. To make me think I was your lover." She looked up at him with dark eyes. "And I'm starting to believe you." Gretchen reached over and coated his lips with his sperm. "Taste, Anson." She glared at him. "Taste, Anson!"

Anson found himself involuntarily licking his lips again. He made a face as he was compelled to swallow a mixture of their sexual juices.

"Good, isn't it?" Gretchen smiled.

Anson made a face. "But... I did everything you asked. "

"Did you?" said Gretchen, inserting another cum filled finger into his mouth. She smiled as she saw him swallow.

"Yes, I did exactly what you wanted!" Anson cried.

"Did you?" Gretchen asked again, cocking an eyebrow. "Let's get a second opinion, shall we?" Gretchen raised her voice. "You can come in now."

Someone stepped in through a side door. Anson could not have been more surprised to see his wife, Maggie Williams.

"Maggie!" said Anson, struggling to sit up. "I... I...."

Gretchen held up a restraining hand (coated with sperm). "No need to explain, Anson. Maggie watched the entire thing next door," said Gretchen. "Maggie is here to give us an expert second opinion. Maggie, I promised I would give you and your girls their freedom if Anson was convincing as my lover. Do you think Anson was convincing?"

Maggie looked at Anson, and then slowly shook her head. "No, not at all."

"Maggie!" Anson cried.

"He was obviously faking it," said Maggie, giving a sultry grin. This was a different Maggie than the one Anson once knew. Her hair was perfectly combed and thickly conditioned Her eyes were bright and shining, and framed with dark eye shadow. Her lips were bright and red, as were her cheeks.

Gretchen looked at Anson with mock outrage. "Anson, you tried to fool me!"

"No I didn't! That was the best sex I ever had!" Anson said, suddenly realizing what he was saying.... right in front of Maggie.

Maggie looked shocked, put her hands in her face, and started to cry.

"Look what you've done to your wife!" said Gretchen, still pretending outrage. She got up, still completely nude and sweaty, still dripping sperm from her vagina, and went over to Maggie and put her arms around her. Maggie was crying openly now.

"There, there," said Gretchen, patting her supportively on the back.

"He doesn't love me anymore!" Maggie cried.

"Of course he does," said Gretchen soothingly.

"No, he doesn't!" said Maggie. She continued to weep.

"Yes, he does," said Gretchen, holding Maggie in her arms. "There, there. I think I know how to make it all better, Maggie."

"You... you do?" said Maggie. There appeared to be real tears in her eyes. How had We managed that?

"I feel so badly that the two of you are upset over Anson's... misdeeds," said Gretchen. "I want to make amends. I'm going to bring the two of you together."

"How?" Maggie asked.

"By making Anson part of Us," said Gretchen proudly.

At that moment, Anson understood how thoroughly he had been manipulated. Gretchen never had any intention of freeing Maggie or the girls from Us, no matter how convincing a performance he gave in bed. She simply wanted to manipulate Anson into giving the best sexual performance of his life. Maggie was simply part of the act.

And now that Gretchen had gotten what she wanted, she had no further use for him.

"And to make it up to you, Maggie, I'll let you be the one to Infect him," said Gretchen generously.

Maggie immediately stopped crying, as if a switch had been flicked. "Really? You will?" she said, instantly brightening.

"Yes," said Gretchen.

Maggie eagerly stepped forward, but Gretchen held out a restraining hand. "Not right now, Maggie! Look at that little shriveled thing between his legs! I'm afraid I wore him out! We'll need to give him a few days to recover."

Gretchen sauntered over to Anson. He couldn't help but notice the gleaming fluid on her pussy lips. "Would you like that, Anson? To be reunited with your little wifey?"

Anson glared at her. There was nothing about her he found attractive now.

Gretchen gave a mock sigh and sat down next to him and looked at him with a very amused expression on her face. He avoided her gaze. Then she reached between her legs, scooped out more sperm, and started to coat his shrunken penis and balls with it. She also rubbed it diligently into his pubic hair like it was shampoo while Maggie watched approvingly.

"Soon you'll all be together again, Anson dear. You, your wife, your daughters, one big happy family," Gretchen whispered, her eyes shining. She gave him a brief kiss. "One big happy family, with Us . Wouldn't that be nice?"