Mark's Gifts Pt. 08

This is something of a double feature of tales of Mark's Gifts, as he uses his talents to help both Ashley and Megan to fulfil their deepest fantasies.

I'll be taking something of a hiatus from Mark and his Gifts for a while. For those who have been following his adventures, rest assured there will be more to come in the future.

Thanks for reading and thanks for the kind feedback, comments and reviews.

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When he got home from Candy's that night, Mark was a little perturbed to hear raised voices from Pete's bedroom, and not the kind he'd been used to.

He understood it wasn't unusual for couples to fight but Pete and Jennifer's relationship, if it had even yet reached the level that deserved that description, was still very fresh. Although he felt it might be an intrusion, he couldn't help but reach out with his mind to find out what was going on.

In Jennifer's mind he could see frustration more than anger, really. As he delved a little deeper, he could see that whatever was on her mind had to do with their sexual relationship and, kind of automatically, he retreated. Whatever about Jennifer, Pete was his friend and he couldn't bring himself to delve into his private life without permission.

Still, as he climbed into bed, he resolved to keep an eye on the situation, wondering whether there was some way his gifts could help.

And then, because he couldn't help himself, he allowed himself to drift back into Ashley's dreams.

He found himself back again in that familiar corridor that reminded him of his time in college, bustling with people. As he had before, he couldn't help but notice that everyone he could see was a woman and each one was clad in the same white shirt with the plunging neckline and short pleated skirt with a kind of tartan pattern.

And as he had before, he couldn't help but notice how Ashley was just a little different, with her white shirt tied in a knot just below her firm breasts, her toned abdomen clearly on show. So she was quite distinct from everyone else as she stood with her back to a classroom door, looking left and right as if to see if anyone had taken note of her.

As she twisted the handle and pressed the door open, Mark's mind turned to the practicalities of making Ashley's fantasy a reality. Obviously, he had no access to a physical environment that would fit, a college or school, and he knew from her mind that she didn't possess the outfit she wore in the dream in the real world.

Still, he couldn't help a thrill of anticipation as he started to think about how he would have to improvise a solution. As he had ventured from his initial experiment with altering Rebecca's perception of reality through to his experience with Candy in the bar and the alley, his confidence in his gifts' ability to adapt was effectively total. He knew, instinctively, that he had the power to make it happen.

The next morning, Ashley was restless when she woke. For three nights now, one of her favorite fantasies had become the most vivid dream she'd ever experienced. She reflected that it wasn't unusual for her to have sexual dreams, but the intensity of the memory she could even now recall, every sound, every smell, was something she'd never experienced before.

Almost automatically, her mind formed an image of Mark. He, or at least an appropriately aged version of him, had taken the place of her old English professor in the fantasy lately. And it didn't surprise her. Since their first explosive encounter at the gym where they were both members, he had come to replace her fantasy partners in more and more of her dreams.

She started to wonder whether the length of time between her encounters with Mark was the reason her mind tended to drift to him more and more. She hadn't had sex with him in nearly a week and although she had hooked up with two other guys from a dating app in the meantime, she couldn't shake him.

And while the encounters she'd had with him since that first time in the gym had been just good old fashioned marathons of fucking, she couldn't escape the memory of that first time, of how incredibly closely it had aligned with one of her hottest and most long-standing fantasies.

It was this thought that led her to sit down at her laptop and click on the bookmark that had sat unused for so long. She smirked as the webpage appeared, the model in the outfit was an almost unbelievable doppelganger for her. Her close-cropped blond hair and bright blue eyes were paired, just like Ashley, with a toned physique, her sculpted abdomen drawing the eye.

She'd spent a long time looking for the outfit. She couldn't recall ever actually encountering it in real life but when she'd finally stumbled across the website she was looking at now, an off the beaten track treasure trove of erotic costumes, she'd known instantly it was just as she'd seen it in her dreams. Even the tartan pattern on the skirt was a perfect match.

When she'd first found it, just the knowledge that what she'd imagined existed in the real world had been a turn on in itself. She'd never actually considered buying it. Until now.

As she did the necessary to enter her credit card details, she felt a tingle of anticipation just at the prospect of being able to wear it, to further heighten the fantasy.

And then her mind returned to Mark again, to how he had already made one of her most vivid fantasies come true and she couldn't help but wonder if he could again.

In his apartment, Mark smiled as he saw this thought in Ashley's mind and the wheels of his own continued to turn.

He knew that, if he was to successfully help Ashley to fulfil her classroom fantasy he would need to use his gifts similarly to how he had with Rebecca. Then, he had made her believe that she was a different version of herself, a professional stripper of long experience while he'd made her believe that she didn't know Mark at all, he was just some random john to her for the duration of the fantasy.

For Ashley, he would need to make her believe she was that younger version of herself she pictured in her fantasy while he would need to assume the role of her professor in her mind.

He was unconcerned by the issue of location. With Rebecca, it had been a simple matter to allow her mind to picture her own apartment, her own bedroom as part of the strip club where her fantasy-self worked and he knew he would be able to do the same for Ashley.

He reasoned to allow another few days to pass before he would put his plan into action. This would ensure both that the costume would have time to arrive as well as allowing him to further heighten Ashley's eagerness and anticipation by reliving the same dream a few more times.

In the meantime, he spent some time with Eleni. He hadn't been physically with her since his return from London and although they were almost constantly together through the connection, their reunion was nevertheless an extremely pleasurable one.

While Eleni had been able to observe Mark's experiences through the connection, able to experience the pleasure of them vicariously, she was still anxious to get her hands on him. She reminded Mark that his gifts had just as much of an effect on her as they did on other women and Mark had to call in sick to work as he spent a full day and night in her apartment, reliving his experiences with her and bringing her back to the orgasmic heights of their first night together.

A couple of days later, he saw through the connection that Ashley's outfit had arrived. As soon as she'd collected it from the delivery guy, she couldn't resist immediately putting it on.

As she looked at herself in the full length mirror in her bedroom, Mark was already on his way to her apartment. Conveniently, she'd asked Mark to keep a spare key so he was able to let himself in while she was still in the bedroom.

He'd bought a suitable tweed jacket from a local second-hand store and set himself up at her kitchen table, moving all but one chair to the side so that it might more suitably stand in as the professor's classroom desk from her dream. In his mind, he returned to his connection with her and focused in on the fantasy.

As he had with Rebecca and Candy, he increased the power of his mental energy to bring the fantasy into the real world and he felt the familiar jolt as his connection with Ashley's mind changed. He smiled and sat back in his chair as he heard a somewhat tentative knock from her bedroom door.

"Come in," he said authoritatively.

"Um... hi professor... have... have you got a minute?" For a moment, Mark reflected that, just like with Candy, even though he had seem this version of Ashley in her dreams he wasn't quite prepared for just how hot she looked in real life, the eagerness of her bright blue eyes, her long, shapely legs, her toned physique and pert, firm breasts. So there was definitely a slight delay in his response to her and he found himself coughing slightly to cover his hesitation.

"Ahem... yes... yes, of course Ashley. What can I do for you?"

In Ashley's mind, he could see the mixture of trepidation and excitement as her younger dream-self stepped tentatively into the classroom. She'd been here so many times before, had thought about doing what she was about to do over and over and now that she was doing it, she almost couldn't believe it.

Professor Mark gave her his best professional smile. In her fantasy, he knew that the character he played was well known as kind and welcoming to his students.

Ashley struggled a little to meet his gaze as she slowly approached the desk until she was standing on the opposite side to him. Slowly, she lifted her head until their eyes met.

"Well... um... I, ah, I was hoping I could talk to you about, well, about my grade for your class," she said tentatively and in her mind he could see the last vestiges of hesitation start to clear away as she committed to going ahead with her plan, sure her sexy professor wouldn't be able to resist her.

"I see, well, I suppose I have noticed your performance slipping a little of late," Mark replied, carefully following the script from her dream. "What is it you think might be the problem?"

"Well professor," she began, before planting her palms on the desk in front of her and slowly leaning forward. With the open buttons on her shirt, Mark had already had a pretty decent view of her incredibly firm b-cup breasts but this was amplified significantly now as her movement had the effect of pressing them together.

As he had always seen himself do in her dreams, he didn't resist his eyes very obviously drifting to her chest or the heavy gulp he involuntarily made.

"I guess," she went on eventually, "I guess I've been feeling a little distracted lately." At this, she slowly drew one of her hands from the table and deftly placed her index finger at the corner of her mouth before slowly pulling on her lower lip and sliding her finger into her mouth.

Mark's eyes were suitably fixed on the movement and he shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

"Ahm... uh... well... I see... I mean... what... what do you think... might be... ahm... well... responsible for... ah... for the, well, distraction?"

Ashley slowly withdrew her finger and affected a heavy sigh before starting to move slowly around the desk. In her mind, the rational, sensible part of herself was screaming at her to stop, desperate to focus on the potential negative repercussions of what she was about to do but she was just too turned on to back out now and her pussy tingled as she passed around the side of the desk, her eyes fixed on the professor.

"Well sir... it's... it's a little embarrassing," she said, on Mark's side of the desk now. He'd turned his chair a little so that it was perpendicular to the desk, as he'd seen it in Ashley's dreams, and she kept moving forward until she was standing right in front of him.

"You see," she went on, her finger pressing on her bottom lip once more, "I think... it's that... well... it's that I'm just so attracted to you professor," she said, leaning forward until her head passed close to Mark's, "I can't focus on the class... I just keep... imagining you... I mean, well, us... you know... doing things... and, well..."

She trailed off and leaned forward again, her face now a picture of innocence. She raised one leg slowly, planting her foot on Mark's chair, between his legs.

"I guess," she went on, "I just get so turned on thinking about it during class that... well, it makes me so wet professor." She drew her hand slowly up along the firm, tanned skin of her soft legs, pulling her short pleated skirt higher when she reached it.

As he always had in her fantasy, the professor's eyes were drawn to her bare, pantiless pussy and she felt a thrill of anticipation. She had him.

"Sometimes," she said, her voice matching the innocence her face was affecting, "it's so bad I'm not able to wear panties professor, they'd just be soaking by the time class is over." Her hand pressed slowly along her pussy and she breathed deeply. Mark looked up to see her eyes close and her head move back as she savored the contact of her own hand.

And then she was moving again, quickly removing her foot from the chair and lifting herself on to the desk. Mark turned his chair again to face her, his eyes drawn to her pussy as, with one hand, she lifted her skirt and with the other continued to rub her pussy.

"Here professor, if you don't believe me just see for yourself... feel how wet I am for you," she said, still a picture of innocence. In her mind, Mark could see that this was the moment of truth, when she would either finally feel his hands on her or he would reject her and open the door to the negative repercussions her rational self had tried to warn her of.

Mark drew out the moment as long as he could, just as he'd seen it in her dreams, slowly wetting his dry lips and shifting his eyes a few times between Ashley's face and her bare pussy, presented right in front of him, before slowly, tentatively leaning forward and raising his hand towards her.

Ashley's heart was pounding as she watching his hand inch closer and she felt her breath get heavy.

Her chest was heaving as his hand finally took the place of hers on her pussy, rubbing her slowly and she couldn't help the groan that escaped her lips.

"Mmmm, you see professor," she moaned, "I'm just dripping for you..."

Mark's eyes drifted again from her pussy to look up at her. She still had that innocent, questioning look on her face and he saw her eyes close and her teeth graze over her bottom lip as he moved his hand higher, passing slowly over her exposed and engorged clit.

"And... what... ah... what do you think... I mean... how do you think we can resolve this issue Ashley?" he asked.

"Well... maybe," she breathed, her chest still heaving, "maybe if we... I mean, if you helped me to, like, release some of the, like, tension or whatever..."

"I think I have an idea," Mark said and gave in hungrily to his desire to move to the next phase of Ashley's fantasy, moving forward out of the chair and bringing his mouth quickly to her pussy. As she felt the contact of his tongue she groaned loudly and allowed herself to ease her back down onto the desk.

"Fuck..." she breathed, her hands drifting involuntarily to grope at her tits.

"Watch your language Ashley,"

"Ohmm... sorry... sorry professor."

Mark smiled as he returned his mouth to her pussy, running his tongue slowly along her lips to her clit before bringing his hand up to help him as he proceeded to eat her mercilessly.

She squirmed and moaned around him as he fucked her with his fingers and focused his mouth on her clit. He had to ease off when she came, her whimpers turning to little yelps and her body flexed and her legs pressed against his head but he resumed his assault as he felt her body ease back.

It was only after he'd made her cum a second time that he finally removed his hand, lapping her copious juices before lifting himself and moving up along her body. She'd opened the knot on her shirt as he'd eaten her, exposing her firm tits, and he took a few moments to enjoy them, kneading them gently and taking her nipples into his mouth before finally standing back up.

Unceremoniously, as she always had in her dreams, Ashley, still a little foggy from her two powerful orgasms, watched as her professor stood and unbuckled his pants, sliding them down and freeing his cock as he sat back into his chair.

"And now Ashley, I think there is something I will need your help with," he said, maintaining his eyes on hers even as she couldn't help drifting her attention down to his engorged cock.

He saw the innocence leave her face, replaced with a hungry anticipation as she began clambering back off the desk.

"Oh yes professor, of course, I'd be happy to," she said eagerly, falling to her knees in front of Mark and quickly reaching for his cock. Her eyes were wide and she licked her lips as she started to stroke him.

"Oh my god professor... you're so hard... can I... can I put it in my mouth?"

"I think that would be very helpful Ashley, yes."

"OK!"

She took a deep breath as she slowly lowered her head but there was no slow tease as her tongue quickly made contact with his cock. She's pictured and dreamed about this moment for so long, she just couldn't wait to finally taste her professor's cock. Holding him steady with her hand, she ran her tongue messily over his head, coating him in her saliva before running along his entire length, resuming the pumping action of her hands.

Mark groaned when he felt her finally envelop him, taking his head inside the heat of her mouth, flicking her tongue over him before sliding his length into her mouth, slowly drawing as much of him as she could manage inside.

The thrill of Ashley's excitement only grew when she felt her professor's hands press softly on her head as she started bobbing her head up and down on his cock and she reveled in his groan as she pressed her head down hard, taking him as deep into her throat as she could until she was gagging on him.

She gasped as she finally released him, her saliva dripping all over his cock and she could see the hunger in his eyes.

"Um... professor?" she asked slowly, returning now to the innocent expression she'd had before. "Um... would you mind... I mean, can I put it in my pussy professor? Please?"

For a moment, she thought she saw a flicker of hesitation on his face before the hungry greed was back with a vengeance.

"Yes Ashley, I think that's a very good idea," he growled.

"Oh thank you professor! Thank you!" Ashley giggled as she brought herself up from her knees and moved herself forward to straddle her professor in his chair. She was so eager, so excited at the prospect of feeling him inside her that her movements were almost fevered. She pressed her upper body against him as she reached down to guide his cock to her pussy.

As his cock pressed against her sopping entrance and slowly pressed inside, she groaned and felt the professor's hands on her hips, pulling her onto him until he was buried in her.

Her hands moved automatically to wrap around his neck, using him for leverage as she ground herself against him heavily. His hands pressed hard into her hips, helping her move exactly how she wanted for maximum stimulation as she rolled and pressed herself on him.

At first, their movement against each other was slow as Ashley took a moment to enjoy the feeling of her professor's cock finally inside her after lusting after it for so long and she moaned again as a pleasurable relief washed over her. Soon though, she was moving faster, his hands increasing their power and pace in lock step with her own as her grinding became fevered.

Mark could sense the increase in intensity of her whimpers and moans as she approached another orgasm. Her hands grasped at his neck wildly and he pressed his hips hard into her until her body finally tensed and spasmed, her pussy clenching around his cock as she came on him. She threw her head back, gasping hard.