Mark's Gifts Pt. 06

"I... I think... I really do," she said, and smiled up at him.

Mark didn't need to look into her mind to take this particular cue and he leaned down and kissed her.

It was brief but warm and then Rebecca took his hand and led him up the steps and into her building.

He knew this was the moment he'd been waiting for, the moment to try to make her fantasy come to life. He focused his attention on it again, putting all his mental energy into it and felt a kind of sudden jolt as, for an instant, he thought he'd lost his connection to her mind. Quickly though, he realized that the connection was still there, it was just that, now, the images of the fantasy he'd been focusing on were playing out in front of him.

As Rebecca led him up the stairs, she turned back, a sultry, deeply sexual look across her face and he could feel none of the nervousness or anxiety she'd been feeling before. It had been overwhelmed by the anticipation and excitement at what was ahead.

He drifted again into her mind but it was no longer the reserved Rebecca he sensed there. It was Rebecca the stripper, practiced and expert at showing off her incredible body to men for money. And he saw that, to her, this man she was leading up the stairs was not the guy she'd just been on a pretty good date with, not Jennifer's boyfriend's room mate, he was some john, a fabulously wealthy one who just happened to be really attractive and have a great body.

"You'll need to leave the money on the table before we start, that OK baby?" she said and for a moment Mark couldn't believe just how successful his latest experiment had been. Even her voice sounded different.

"Sh... sure, no problem," he said quickly, anxious to remain in character.

She led them inside the apartment and towards her bedroom and, although Mark could see in her mind that she wasn't seeing a delusion, that she saw the same physical space as he did, to her it was the backrooms of her strip club, her bedroom the private room where she'd danced for so many high-rollers before.

"I'm supposed to remind you about the no-touching rule," she said softly as she led him into her bedroom and towards a high-backed antique looking armchair in the corner, "but I might make an exception for you baby... as long as you know how to use those hands properly."

She took her phone from the clutch bag she'd been carrying and turned on some music, setting it down on the dresser. And then she was dancing, moving to the music in a way Mark thought was totally unlike how he'd seen her dance that first night he met her in the club.

She kept her eyes on his constantly, her face a mask of lust as she writhed, slowly at first, running her hands over her body before gripping the bottom of her tiny dress and hiking it up to reveal the black lacy thong she wore underneath. She approached him slowly, planting her knees either side of him and settling into his lap. She pressed her upper body forward and he felt the heat of her breath on his face as she ground her hips slowly against him.

And then she was off him again, standing and writhing again before she slowly, sensuously peeled down the straps of her dress, dragging it over her perfect breasts and down over her abdomen, shaking it to the floor and stepping out of it.

She moved to her knees, crawling towards him, her face unchanged, her eyes still fixed on his. She ran her hands up along his thighs and he felt her stroke along his by now totally hard cock before she moved her head down. Even through his pants he could feel the heat of her breath as she ran her mouth along his length. She pushed herself back from him, into a sitting position on the floor in front of him and spread her legs wide.

Mark felt his eyes bulge as the full extent of Rebecca's litheness became apparent, her legs moving out at ninety degrees to her body as she rested back on her ass and ran her hand over her pussy before pulling at the waist band of her thong.

He had to suppress a groan as she sat forward again and then stood up, turning herself around and, with legs spread wide apart, bent herself forward to give him an incredible view of her ass.

And then she was on him again, planting the tip of one foot on the chair so she could press her pussy towards Mark's head and he could smell the heat of her arousal as her body still writhed and swayed with the music.

Mark kept his hands fixed firmly to the arms of the chair as she backed off him again and quickly slid her lacy thong to the floor, lithely bending her body in half again as she did so.

She swayed backwards towards him, planting her ass in his lap and, leaning forward, ground her hips hard against him slowly again. The urge to move his hands, to touch her, to run his hands over her perfect ass as it moved on him was almost overpowering but he could see in her mind that it wasn't time for that yet and resolved to play his part as-scripted in her fantasy.

Her hips kept moving and he felt her move her upper body back to lie against him, her head now next to his. With one hand she reached back to grip his neck while she ran the other up along her torso to her tits, her nipples hardening visibly as she played with them.

When she stood up again, he could see her face was starting to get flushed and he could see in her mind it wasn't only from the exertion of her movements. She approached him again, planting a foot in front of the chair and acrobatically swinging the other up to the back of the chair, still gyrating her hips so her pussy swayed in front of Mark's face.

She moved again to sit astride him, facing him this time, her knees planted firmly either side of him as her hips continued to move on him. And then she threw her upper body back, her knees remaining firmly planted, until her head almost touched the floor, her hips moving and writhing all the time.

And when she lifted herself back up again Mark could feel her heat of her pussy as she pressed against him, feel the heaviness in her breath as she brought her face close to his, one hand pressed on his chest, the other using the back of his neck for leverage. And he could see the expression in her face had changed, her sultry smile was gone, replaced with wantonness and greed and she pressed her hips against him, moved faster and harder.

Mark was sure he'd have exploded in his pants by now if it wasn't for the control his gifts had given him. In her mind, he sensed Rebecca's fantasy move to the next level as she feared losing control, feared the arousal she was feeling would overwhelm her. She wanted him to cum in his pants, at least then this would be over and she could leave, could avoid doing what, at once, she wanted to avoid but at the same time desperately wanted to happen.

Mark took his cue and finally moved his hands, taking a firm grip on her ass as she rode him and he felt her heavy breath morph into a long groan as she threw her head back and pressed herself into him harder. With his hands, he aided her, pulling her against him in her fevered movement and in her mind he could see the battle being waged between desire and professionalism.

With another lithe movement, she shifted her body again, putting her feet back on the floor and turning herself around as she pressed into Mark with her back again. This time though, it was her turn to grip the arms of the chair and Mark felt her quiver a little as he wrapped his arms around her. With his left, he moved up and he felt her chest heave a little, another soft groan escape her lips and he gently kneaded her tits, running his finger softly over her nipples.

With his right, he moved slowly down her abdomen, making no secret of his destination. In her mind, the battle continued to rage. He could sense her desire, her hips continuing to shift and writhe on him. But he could also sense Rebecca the pro, the stripper of long experience who knew she should stop this john, knew she should get off him, even call for the bouncer she knew was just outside. But she just didn't want to.

So Mark kept moving his hand slowly along her body, feeling her breath grow heavier with anticipation as he did so. He could feel the heat emanating from her as he approached her bare pussy and he wasn't surprised to find her wet as he slowly ran his hand over her.

She whimpered a little as she felt him touch her and he felt her hips press up into his hand so that he had to increase the pressure of his touch. And for a time they moved together like this, Rebecca's arousal steadily growing as she pressed and rolled her hips against Mark's hand. Feeling her desire, he helped her shift her ass a little to the side so that his hand could access her more freely. This caused her head to be a little above hers and he looked up at her, her arm now wrapped around his neck for support as he pressed a finger inside her.

Her breathing was ragged now and she gasped as Mark started to fuck her with his fingers, feeling and hearing her wetness as he did so. Taking his cues from her mind, he felt her hips roll and writhe as his fingers and his hand did to her what she'd only ever imagined in her fantasies.

When she came, he could see her try to avoid calling out. She pressed her lips hard together and a, long, suppressed moan escaped through them as her body tensed and her hips bucked against his hand.

In her mind, he could see the conflict was now well and truly resolved. Rebecca the pro, Rebecca the stripper had never let a john touch her like that before, let alone let one make her cum like she'd never cum before. And it made her ravenous. She knew it was wrong, knew even that it could get her fired but she didn't care.

As he slowly withdrew his hand, her hips shifted down a little so their heads were level again. Mark wanted desperately to kiss her but he could see that was not what was in Rebecca's fantasy. He felt her take his hand, covered in her juices, in hers and bring it to her mouth and he couldn't help but groan as she slowly took his fingers, one at a time, into her mouth, licking and sucking him clean of her cum.

The music was still playing and it was as if what had just happened was a part of the dance as she shifted her body again to straddle him face-forward once more, the sultry look of lust back on her face now. She reached down between them and unbuckled his belt before shifting herself back off him to finish the job of freeing his cock.

Mark helpfully lifted his ass off the chair as Rebecca pulled at the waist of his pants, taking his boxers with them when she peeled them down. He kicked off his shoes to allow her to discard them completely before she settled on her knees in front of him, running her hands up along his now bare thighs again and easing her head forward. He felt the heat of her breath on him as she sensually moved her head around his cock without touching him.

And she looked up at him, meeting his gaze as he felt her hands wrap themselves around his cock and start to pump him slowly and gently. She leaned over and he felt the wet contact of her saliva as she spit on him, using her hands to wet his shaft before she lowered her head still further, holding him in her hand as she ran her tongue slowly along the underside of his cock from root to tip and then engulfed him in the heat of her mouth.

She swirled her tongue around his head before sliding his length into her, keeping a firm grip with her hands and soon she was really moving, her head bobbing fast on him as her hands followed, pumping and stroking him while she sucked.

Mark knew, again, in normal circumstances there was no way he could withstand such an assault and one part of him longed to explode in her hot, eager mouth. But he could see the fantasy had one more phase to run.

In her mind, he could sense Rebecca the pro rationalizing what she was doing. She knew other girls who worked in the club had done this, had gotten guys off in their mouths. She ignored that part of her that said those other women had done it for money and not, as she was, because of overwhelming lust and instead reasoned that, as long as she didn't fuck him, it wouldn't be that bad.

So Mark determined not to allow himself to cum in her mouth, no matter how much he wanted to. Even as Rebecca the pro increased the pace and pressure of her mouth and her hands around him he resisted and he could sense her frustration grow. The longer she sucked him, the more that part of her that wanted to feel him in her pussy grew in strength, the more turned on she got, the wetter she got.

Finally, her mouth growing tired, she released him and looked up at him and he could see the conflict on her face. He remembered he had lines here.

"Tell me you don't want it," he said, softly, gently, looking into her eyes and he felt her resistance give way.

Slowly, she pulled herself up and forward, her arms running along his body to this shoulders until she was astride him again. No words passed between them, although their eyes remained fixed together as she reached between them to grip his cock once more, this time holding him steady while she sank her hips towards him.

Her eyes closed as she felt the pressure of his head press against her opening and she let go with her hands and allowed her hips to fall slowly, drawing him into her inch by inch until she was fully impaled.

As if on automatic, her hips began their movement immediately, slowly at first as Mark allowed his hands to first roam her body, kneading gently at her tits as she rode him. As her breath grew heavier, Mark felt the speed and pressure of her movement increase incrementally and her hands moved from his shoulders to the back of the chair as she pulled herself harder and harder against him. For his part, his own hands moved instinctively to her hips to aid in her movement as she pushed and rolled her hips to achieve the stimulation her body craved until her movement was almost wild and he feared for a moment for the structural integrity of the chair.

This time, she couldn't stop the loud cry that streamed from her mouth as she came, her head thrown back in passion, her body quivering and flexing as Mark continued to pull at her hips in an effort to prolong her ecstasy and, as he had seen in her fantasy, allowed himself to finally achieve his own long-awaited release just as she reached her absolute peak.

As she came down, her breath still heavy, Mark sensed no resumption of the conflict in her mind. Even Rebecca the pro was glad she'd gone through with it. Whatever happened after, it had been worth it for some of the best sex of her life, even if she didn't even know the john's name.

Slowly, he felt himself soften and she shifted herself to move back off him. He sensed no embarrassment or shame as she stretched and pulled her hair back behind her head.

"Hope you had fun baby," she said before winking at him and walking out the door.

Mark hadn't really been conscious of the effort he'd been using to focus on the fantasy, to maintain its existence in the real world until he thought about it now and he was a little worried about how Rebecca, the real Rebecca would react when it ended. His hope was that, to her, once he pulled back from the fantasy it would appear to her as if they had simply spontaneously lived it, that she had somehow decided she wanted to do it and that Mark had just gone along with it.

So as he pulled back from the fantasy, he stayed connected to her mind and he smiled as he sensed that her most powerful emotion was happiness. She was shocked certainly, almost couldn't believe that she'd done what she'd done, but she was glad she had. He could see that, even before their date, she'd liked him, had thought about the prospect of sleeping with him but, to just go straight into one of her most intimate fantasies like that almost made her shudder with excitement.

Mark had taken off his shirt and lay naked on her bed when she returned. He thought she looked a little sheepish but she didn't hesitate to climb on the bed beside him and lean over to kiss him. He smiled contentedly as she settled her body against his, her arm draped casually over his chest.

"I can't believe I... I mean... I can't believe we did that Mark."

"I can, are you kidding? Rebecca that was... well, I don't know that I have the words to describe how hot that was."

"I know... me neither... I... I don't know what came over me... I started thinking about it during dinner and then... and then... you just went along with it and... Mark?"

"What is it?"

"Mark... I've... I've never done anything like that... like... ever, with anyone. I've never even told anyone about that fantasy before, any fantasy. I... I guess... I mean, I feel really comfortable with you, I don't think I'd have done it if I didn't but... well... you... you won't tell anyone, will you?"

"Of course not Rebecca," he said and shifted his body a little so he could look at her. "It means a lot to me that, well, that you felt comfortable enough with me to do that, to make me a part of it. I'd never betray that trust."

She smiled warmly and in her mind he could see that she did trust him, completely. It reminded him a little of how he'd felt that first morning after he'd been with Eleni, the total trust he'd felt in her straight away. So he smiled too as he felt any nagging regrets Rebecca might have had about living out her fantasy with him fade away to nothing.

For his part, although Mark really enjoyed the feeling of Rebecca's soft, warm body cuddled against him. In his mind, he couldn't help but think about the possibilities this latest successful experiment could open up for him and his gifts.