1. Malpractice Chapter 3: My New Stomping Grounds REPOST


    Date: 7/11/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Hardcore, Incest, Male/Teen Female, Mind Control, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: Dadachum, Rating: 87.1, Source: sexstories.com

    Her skin was fair and she dressed in a blue blouse under a large vintage suede jacket - a little early, as fall was still at least a month away – and a black skirt that stopped just above her knees, beneath which she wore a pair of fabric boots. She seemed to have a audaciously good body, but I couldn't be totally sure with that over-sized jacket. She was gorgeous, and had style. But what was a more proper target for what I had in mind – for now – were seated at the table in front of me. There sat a guy and a girl, obviously a couple. They seemed to be late teens, like my sister Jordan. The guy wore jeans and a pink shirt. He had one of those obnoxious haircuts where all is shaved except the top of the head, where a tuft of blond hair sat looking ridiculous. I decided to refer to him as Macklemore. The girl was pretty, a petite blond with a sweet, round face and big blue eyes. She had a ponytail that fell to her back, and she wore a stylish white poncho sewed in a grid pattern, revealing a black top underneath, and a pair of tight bright blue jeans. Her figure was not like the girl to my right, she only had a couple of buds for breasts and was too skinny for my taste. But that didn't mean I couldn't use this couple for practice. And then, maybe I would introduce myself to the brunette beside me. I coughed slightly, trying to get their attention without acting suspicious. It worked partially, the guy looked my way for just a second, and that was all I needed. You know how ...
    in crowded places, sometimes you just accidentally cross stares with random people? I could use that now. I sent the guy a suggestion, and turned my gaze toward the girl, waiting for her to look my way. You have a confession to make, I sent into Macklemore. You have cheated on your girlfriend with a stranger you met on the bus. I couldn't quite make out what he said, due to all the ambient noise on the busy shopping strip. But I heard most of it. “Listen, babe.” I'm pretty sure he said after a short while. “What is it, Brad?” “I need to tell you something.” “What, Brad?” “The other day-” I didn't say the other day, his mind must really be filling out the blanks. “-when I was on the bus.” “But you hate the bus.” “Yeah, I know. But listen. I met this girl...” At this the girl looked at him suspiciously, then looked around as if expecting to see this girl right here. Our eyes met. The thought of your boyfriend being with other people turns you on “And then what?” she asked sternly. “Well, we got to talking. Ended up having some coffee, then a few beers.” Amazing. He was writing it all by himself. Like this, I could pull any command straight out of my ass and my target would just come up with a rationalization on their own. “Are you saying....” “I went with her to my place. And we had sex. I'm so sorry.” “That. Is. SO. Hot.” “What?” “That is so sexy.” she whispered, but ever since I made the suggestions on them, both their voices seemed to progressively rise above the background ...
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