Coldsteel Ch. 01

Chapter one: Jessica

Michael walked down the street, looking for a particular type of shop. He wanted to find a pretty girl, so where better to look than a high-end clothes store? Finding just the place he went inside and began browsing. Though he was careful to give the impression that he was looking at clothes, the real objects of his scrutiny were the young women milling about. When he saw Jessica, he knew she would be the one. Tall, with long, brown hair tied back in a ponytail, a nice tan and a well-proportioned figure.

From his pocket he took the ring, cold to the touch despite the heat of the day, and slipped it onto his finger. Instantly he became aware of each of the minds around him, but he was ready for it and focused instantly on hers. She was relaxed and at ease, and obviously intended to continue browsing for some time. Michael reached out with his mind and added some boredom and loneliness to the mix before he made his approach.

"Hi." he said, catching her eye and preparing to manipulate her response as needed. Instantly he quashed the suspicion (tinged with just a hint of fear at being addressed by a stranger) as it arose and replaced it with curiosity and attraction.

Jessica started briefly, but as Michael's control exerted itself she relaxed.

"Hi." she said, half smiling in a slightly confused way.

"I couldn't help noticing you." said Michael. "You're very pretty."

Michael never knew what to say to women, but with the ring it didn't matter. He eliminated Jessica's natural response and replaced it with friendliness and a desire to please. She smiled.

"Thank you. You're not bad yourself."

Michael reached for her hand, filling her mind with tranquility and a willingness to go along. Then he led her outside.

"Where's your car?" he asked.

Jessica was only too pleased to show him, and handed over the keys without hesitation. Michael asked her to put her address into the satnav and took off the ring. If his test runs had given him an accurate idea of its power, the manipulations he'd made should hold long enough to get her home, and driving while wearing it was probably not safe. If necessary, he could pull over and refresh his handiwork.

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Jessica led the stranger from the car into the house. Strange that she was so comfortable around him when she didn't even know his name, but that hardly seemed worth thinking about. The man walked confidently into the livingroom and began exploring the house while Jessica began searching for something to offer him to drink. She was just pouring a scotch when the man entered the kitchen behind her, and suddenly she realised that she was overdressed. The idea of serving this man a scotch while wearing clothes just didn't fit at all. Fortunately he seemed to know what she was thinking and began to help her with her shirt and bra.

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Michael took the offered glass of whisky from the now-naked Jessica, and walked back into the livingroom, knowing that she would follow. He carefully removed and set aside his shirt, trousers and underwear and took a seat on a comfortable recliner. His cock was rock hard and the anticipation was driving him practically insane, but he let it build just a little more, sipping his drink before setting it aside and taking a good look at his conquest. Jessica stood demurely, arms behind her back, waiting.

"Right." said Michael. "Let's do this."

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Jessica suddenly realised that she wanted nothing so much as to taste the stranger's cum, to swallow it, to suck every last drop from him, and with a motion of his hand her gave her permission. Almost clumsy in her eagerness, she fell to her knees and shuffled forward, her head poised, lips parted. One last time she looked up into his eyes and saw - what? Eagerness, yes, but a hint of something else? Cruelty? It wasn't important. His cock throbbed as she took it into her mouth and she tasted the salt of his skin, his sweat, and she almost moaned in anticipation of what still waited.

The stranger gasped as Jessica's lips closed around him, and gave an involuntary moan as she went to work. His body stiffened as he attempted to hold on, but the struggle was in vain. She shivered in pleasure as she tasted semen in the back of her throat, and slowly withdrew as his cock continued to pulse, pumping the rest of his orgasm into her waiting mouth.

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Michael gasped and slowly exhaled as Jessica gazed happily up at him. For a first attempt, this could be considered a brilliant success. He briefly pondered his next move before deciding on a shower and then perhaps lunch. He'd have Jessica join him in the first and then prepare the second. As he led her to the bathroom he noticed a picture on a shelf of Jessica with another girl - one who bore a clear familial resemblance. A sister. Michael smiled. His plans for the evening were beginning to come together.