VIOLET vs. SARA
Published by Salamando at Smashwords
Copyright 2012 Salamando
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ONE
Violet sat staring at the chalkboard as her math professor droned on about matrices. College Algebra was so tedious, but it was the last math credit she would need for her grad plan, so she suffered through it. She was taking notes, but her mind wasn’t really paying attention, instead focusing on other things to pass the time. She blinked as she felt something small tap the back of her head, and a little ball of paper landed in front of her on her desk. She unfolded the paper and had to hold in a snicker as she read the words “QUIT IT!” in a hasty scrawl. Violet looked back over her should and spotted Jim in the back left corner of the class.
Jim was red in the face, twitching, and fighting not to make any noise. The way he was reclining in his chair, the bottom of the desk pressed against his crotch; Violet could see the slow grind of his hips against the desk’s edge, trying to soothe a raging hard on. She could tell from the rapid motion of his chest that he was breathing quickly, and she knew it was only with a monumental effort that he didn’t burst out gasping. He was looking at her, clearly annoyed, and he mouthed, Seriously! Stop! Violet gave him the finger, a sly grin on her face, and Jim gave her a helpless look. She turned back to face the front of the class room and “ignored” him for the remaining thirty minutes.
When class was over, Jim practically tackled her right outside the door, giving her a fierce kiss. “You are so fucking mean,” he said when he came up for air.
“What, whatever do you mean, my sweet?” said Violet with a giggle.
“Don’t play all coy,” said Jim. “You were using your powers to make me horny as fuck in there. I was about to jizz my pants!” He seemed to have calmed some, but that was only for as long as Violet wanted him to walk straight.
“Haha,” said Violet. “Okay, you caught me.” She took him by the hand and led him through the throng of students going to and from their classrooms.
“Seriously, why do you have to do that to me in class of all places?” Jim continued.
Violet laughed. “Because I need to do something to pass the time in that class. Come on, what would you rather do, go brain dead listening to the professor ramble for an hour, or feel my little psychic hands on you for an hour? At least my option keeps you awake in class.”
“Well, I guess I can’t argue with that,” muttered Jim. He cracked a grin. “Of course, I guess you can’t win an argument with your girlfriend when she’s psychic.”
“Ha, boys never win arguments with girls, psychic powers or not,” she said. They stepped out into the bright, slightly chilly autumn day. “They can just hope a girl pities them enough to cut them a break.” She winked.
Jim laughed. “Well, then, maybe I can appeal to your pity now, then.” He looked at her knowingly.
Violet pat him on the head. “Oh, you. You can’t just wait until we get home tonight?” Jim made puppy dog eyes, and Violet “aaawwwed.” She gave him a kiss. “You’re fortunate that you’re so damn cute.” Jim grinned like a fool. “Okay, where’s a good place?”
The building they had exited was adjacent to a small park. The two walked down to it and found a small nook underneath a tree, surrounded by bushes which could give a couple enough privacy to get a little intimate as long as they weren’t too loud about it. Violet sat down, leaning against the tree and folding her legs. Jim lay down on the grass, his head resting on her lap. His brown eyes met her blue ones, and her dark purple-dyed hair formed a curtain over his face as she leaned down a bit. She placed her hands on the sides of his head and said, “Today, you will be visiting the Sultana’s harem. You deserve something nice, you kept yourself so well controlled back in class.”
Jim nodded slowly as he looked into Violet’s eyes. Violet smiled, leaned down to kiss him, then concentrated. She reached out with her mind, and Jim could feel the soft, gentle touch her psyche enveloping and caressing his own. His vision began to darken and his eyes drooped close. As Jim’s consciousness found itself drifting in the psychic void, Violet began to fill his mind with images which formed into sensations of solid mass, of gentle light and soothing sounds, of warmth and sweet smells. Violet telepathically rendered the illusion for Jim that he was now standing in an open air bath, atop a large Arabian palace…
***
Jim blinked, looking around. He knew this was just an illusion (and one of his favorites at that), but it always felt so real. The sun warmed him gently as the breeze caressed him. He could smell sweet incense, and he felt cool water surrounding his legs. He looked and saw that he was standing thigh deep in clear water, in a large pool atop the roof of some palace straight out of an Arabian Knights film. He heard a giggling and turned.
At the farther edge of the pool of water were four women, each dressed skimpily. In fact, “dressed” wasn’t really an appropriate word. All they wore were sheer cloths and various jewelry draped over their bodies.
He recognized one of the women as Violet. She sat on the edge of the pool, sitting up straight with a regal bearing. She looked to Jim like a queen waiting patiently for the court jester to make a performance. Jim didn’t recognize the other three, but they looked like the super models from Violet’s fashion magazines.
“Sultana Violet” extended her hand, and then made a small motion towards Jim. The three women around her stepped up to him, their hips swaying. They reached out for Jim and he let himself be taken. They allowed him to never take his eyes off Violet, and she watched with a growing smile as they women caressed him, their hands running over his every curve. They kissed him, then rubbed their whole bodies over him. Finally, two of the woman held him, their hands moving over his chest, stomach, back and buttocks, their mouths licking and sucking at his neck, and purring into his ear. The third woman kneeled before him, and Jim broke his gaze with Violet to look at the woman as her hand came up and curled around his erection. The woman stretched out her tongue and licked his tip, causing Jim to gasp. Then she took him in her mouth, sucking and licking him with incredible dexterity. Jim, his face now a mask of pleasure, looked back at Violet, who smiled with pleased bemusement. His hips began to buck, and his body tensed as climax rushed over him.
The woman milked him dry, but Jim’s penis did not shrink, nor did he feel completely satisfied. The woman stood and switched places with one of the others, and the new woman likewise went down on Jim until he climaxed a second time. Then she switched with the woman who hadn’t sucked him yet, and she did so until he reached a third climax. They switched off several times, each time making Jim explode, but he remained hard and excited immediately after. Then they were done sucking him; they had him kneel, as one of the women went down on hands and knees before him. The other two holding him guided him into her pussy, and he thrust hard into her. They kept this up for a long, long time, Jim climaxing again and again as Violet watched with delight in her eyes…
***
What felt like hours for Jim was in reality only minutes for Violet. With the speed of dreams, Violet bathed him in an experience that would make any man in real life die of utter exhaustion, if not heart failure. As it was, Jim’s body twitched and his heart raced and he made soft little moans and gasps, but after only three and half minutes, she decided he’d had all he could take. She telepathically spoke directly to the part of his mind that controlled his motor skills, <Jim, undo your pants> she mentally commanded. Jim’s body immediately complied, revealing his throbbing penis, letting it twitch crazily in the air.
In class, Violet had used her telepathic powers to tease the nerves of his penis, touching off each pleasure receptor in a repeated stroking motion. Now, combined with the sexcapades she was putting his mind through, he was more than ready to release. <Now, turn on your side, and push your penis forward so the tip faces straight out from your body.> Jim did so, holding his penis at a 90 degree angle from his torso. <Okay, Jim. Now come back to me. Come back, and release for me…>
The scene dissolved slowly as Jim’s consciousness was raised to the waking world. All the pleasure from the psychic illusion seemed to follow him, and as he came to, the sensations felt in his dream body flowed over his physical one; his eyes snapped open, his body shook savagely, and he came with a roar.
Semen shot in long, thick arcs from his cock, the fluid built up from Violet’s direct teasing in the class room, propelled with all the pressure created from the psychic illusion. Violet watched his seed fly and smiled with pride at the distance of his shot. She did a quick telepathic scan of the area to make sure that no one had noticed his outburst; then, as he calmed down, twitching here and there in her arms, she physically rolled him over and leaned over his body, closing up his pants, pausing just long enough to wipe up the drop of creamy white cum still sticking to the tip with her finger. She put it in her mouth and savored the taste of him. She didn’t really care for the taste of cum itself, but she did enjoy the symbolic gesture of claiming her prize.
“You’re the greatest girlfriend ever,” Jim said dreamily once he’d gotten his breath back. He reached up and pulled her down for a passionate kiss.
“I thought you said I was mean,” said Violet coyly when their lips parted again.
“Well, the two aren’t mutually exclusive.”
“Actually, I think they are.”
“Shut up, you know I can’t think straight right now.” The two laughed. They stayed that way for a while, before Jim felt strong enough to walk again. As they started to head back to the college campus, he said, “Not that I’m complaining, exactly, but why didn’t you have yourself join in that little scenario? I notice you do that a lot when you put me under; you’re in the illusion, but you almost always just watch. Do you have a secret voyeuristic streak?”
Violet shrugged. “Nah, it’s not a voyeurism thing. I suppose to most women, it might seem odd, creating illusionary experiences where my man gets fucked by other women. But that’s just the thing; it is an illusion, one I create, so anything that happens to you is all my doing, no one else’s. I use different women for visual variety, but every one of them is really my hand, my mouth, my pussy caressing you. I guess I always have a version of me watching you to remind you it’s an illusion so you don’t get too lost in it, and that I’m watching you from the outside, to make sure you’re safe. That make sense?”
Jim nodded. “Yeah. That’s actually really sweet. Makes even those sillier illusions seem romantic.”
“Good,” said Violet. “For a moment, I was worried you were gunna say it was creepy.” The two laughed. “And just so you don’t get any funny ideas, no, I’m not interested in doing something like that in real life. Fantasy is fantasy, but in real life, your dick is all mine.”
“You get no complaint from me,” said Jim with a wink. “You’re more than I can handle by yourself anyway.”
“Well, I admit, I also find it hot watching you writhe helplessly in my power,” said Violet, returning the wink with a sly grin.
TWO
As Jim and Violet walked up the steps to their apartment, Violet paused. The two had only been living there a week, and she had not had the chance to fully adjust to the ambient mental buzz of the place. She didn’t usually have to worry about sensing thoughts she didn’t intend to; she was not one of those poor telepaths could not “turn off the feed.” However, like most psychics, she still always had a general vague perception of things going on around her, a bare bones impression which mainly informed her when someone was nearby. If she actually wanted to read someone’s mind, she had to do it deliberately. Once in a while, someone might have a thought or emotion so strong, it radiated from them loud and clear. Normally, this would only be a flash, just a brief strong emotion, image, or thought, and that was all. But as Violet went up the steps, she felt a rather persistent aura of lust pulsing from somewhere on their floor. By the time she and Jim got to their door, Violet found she had to actually put up a psychic wall to block the sensation.
“What is it?” said Jim. In the year and half they’d been dating, he had gotten familiar with her tells when she sensed something, the little flinches she made, or the way her attention would briefly drift with no apparent cause.
Violet’s eyebrows went up and she shook her head, looking further down the hallway of their floor. “Someone is almost literally getting their brains fucked out.”
“Really?” Jim poked his head out and cocked his ear, seeing if he could hear any moaning. He couldn’t. “Where?”
Violet eased the psychic shield a bit and simply followed the pulse of the lust with her mind. “Four doors down,” she said. “Jesus. I’ve never felt lust coming off of someone like that. There’s no way that’s normal.”
Jim shrugged and smiled. “Maybe it’s a guy whose super lucky like me, and has himself a very kinky psychic girlfriend.”
Violet nodded hesitantly. “I guess so. Cripes, whatever they’re doing, they’re really going at it.” She shook her head again and put her psychic shield back up. “Alright, whatever. None of our business right?”
“Right,” said Jim, letting them inside.
***
Violet hadn’t planned on having sex that night; making Jim shoot off earlier in the day had been a lot of fun, but Violet had always enjoyed using her powers to just play around. She could do that every day, and there were some weeks when she did. As far as real, physical sex went, however, Violet was more of a two or three times a week girl. It had taken her a while to convince Jim that he really didn’t have to go down on her or fuck her every time she used her powers to get him off, just so they’d “be even.” And today, she really hadn’t felt any urge for sex; watching Jim hit the leaves on the far off bushes with his spunk had been all the satisfaction she’d needed for the day. But after making dinner, taking a shower, doing some homework, and watching TV for a bit, she realized she was feeling more and more aroused.
She was lying with her head in Jim’s lap, her right arm over his, their fingers intertwined. With no thought to it, their hands rested on her right breast. As her arousal grew, Jim felt her nipple growing hard. He glanced down at her, a noticed the small flush she got when she was excited. Violet looked up at him and he felt her heartbeat quicken. He smiled, leaning down to kiss her.
The made love on the couch, Jim moving with a slow, delicious friction. Well satisfied from before, he easily controlled his motions to please her just how she liked, sliding slowly into her until he filled her fully, then slowly withdrawing until only the tip was inside, and repeating. Occasionally he would twist his hips to add more sensation, and she would gasp as his cock stroked against her g-spot. Violet didn’t use her powers to enhance the sensations; she just enjoyed the physical intimacy, the warmth and pleasure blooming from her core. “Oh, Jim,” she whispered and she clutched him tightly as her ecstasy peaked. They kissed deeply and Jim withdrew without climax, not needing it, content with his lover’s bliss.
However, as Violet lay there cooling in the afterglow, she noticed the sensations of lust had not abated. Climax had cleared her head, though, and this time, she recognized that the lust was not coming from her. She realized with a start that she could still sense the aura of lust coming from down the hall, and it was even stronger than before! Violet realized it had been steadily building, slowly enough that she hadn’t noticed, and hence, hadn’t raised her psychic shields accordingly. Eventually, the ripples of lust had tickled her own libido, and gotten her in the mood.
Not that she was complaining, of course. She had just had a wonderful experience, after all. And besides, it happened, sometimes, she would occasionally felt flashes of sexual sensations from neighbors, which snuck into her radar and it might get her turned on. However, such flashes were usually brief little flares that died back down in seconds, usually during the orgasm of whoever was sending the signals.
This was no brief flash of climax. This was a steadily flowing, very clear and powerful throb of raw lust that had been going on for hours now. In fact, who knew how long it had been going on before she and Jim got home? Even the fiercest emotional outburst Violet had ever felt hadn’t gone on and on like this. Something wasn’t right.
As she and Jim got up to get ready for bed, Violet said she wanted to get some air first, and she would join Jim shortly. She put on a robe, grabbed the door keys, and went outside. She turned left and walked past three doors, stopping at the fourth. At this range, even with her shields up, she felt an active pressure on them. She listened for any sort of noise coming from within, but thought she could only hear the very faintest of moans. Suddenly, the waves of lust surged, and she flinched as arousal swept through her. Her vaginal lips grew moist again, and she squeezed her legs together to silence the urge to touch herself right there. Cranking up her shields, and ignoring the suddenly renewed sweet ache between her legs, Violet stared at the door in shock. Just what was going on in there? Violet, now certain that something was wrong, reached up to the door and knocked. No one answered, nor did the waves of lust cease or even slacken. She knocked again, then tried the doorbell. No response.
She took a breath. When she was younger, she hadn’t had much respect for people’s privacy. While she didn’t deliberately go around spying on people, if she wanted to check on someone, she would just expand her senses to clairvoyantly observe them, not stopping to consider what state they might be in when she caught them Since dating Jim, however, she had started being more considerate of others, and as such, she hesitated to just intrude, even clairvoyantly, on someone. But this situation compelled her to ignore such boundaries. Her curiosity had become concern.
Not wanting to get caught standing there just staring at a door while she was investigating, she went back to her apartment, and sat in the living room. Jim was already asleep, which was good. She didn’t want any distractions, even well meaning ones. She closed her eyes and focused, then directed her senses towards the apartment.
Instantly, she could see and hear inside the apartment, as if she were really there. She could expand her other senses if she wanted, but sight and sound were all that she usually needed. Her senses had focused on the living room; the lights were all off, but with her psychic senses, she didn’t need light to see the room. The place was sparsely furnished, clearly a bachelor pad, not exactly tidy, but not quite a mess. The coffee table in the center held a pile of discarded junk mail and magazines, while the couch had several clothes tossed over it. However, the floor was at least free of clutter, and the kitchenette to the side revealed no giant pile of dishes in the sink.
As she tuned her mental “ears” into the room, Violet could hear moaning coming from the adjacent room. She let her senses snap over to that room, revealing it to be the bedroom. As soon as she “entered,” the aura of lust blasted her like heat from a furnace.
What Violet saw made her jaw drop and her physical eyes widen. There, floating in the center of the room about three feet over a futon bed, was a naked, red haired man. He was thrashing in mid-air, head shaking and his body convulsing violently, his penis jerking like a thing possessed. From the way his limbs refused to budge from where they were spread out, he appeared to be in some kind of bondage. However, nothing was there holding him. It was as though he were strapped to some kind of invisible rack. Violet wondered if he was being held in place by some kind of telekinetic force. Violet looked closer at the man to see if he was injured. He appeared physically unharmed, though he was literally dripping sweat, his entire body glistening. However, it was when Violet focused her vision on his penis that she gasped.
The man’s fair skin only made the darkness of his penis stand out more prominently. The shaft and testicles were beet red in color and the head of the penis was a deep plumb purple. Both penis and testicles were at maximum tension, the skin stretched so taught that Violet fancied one sharp flick would cause them to burst like a balloon; the veins bulged and pulsed prominently to the point Violet thought it looked hideous. Pre-cum flowed, almost spurting forth, in a steady stream from the tip. It collected on his stomach and ran in rivulets down his sides and groin, dripping steadily onto the bed below, where it mixed with the dripping sweat. Violet was glad she hadn’t extended her sense of smell; she could tell by looking at him that the reek of sex and sweat would be overpowering.
Forcing herself to turn away, Violet looked to the man’s face and winced. The man appeared to be in absolute agony. His eyes fluttered, unable to focus on anything, his mouth alternately gaped and clenched tight, drool flowing almost as steadily as the pre-cum. His breath came in ragged gasps and his face was a mixture of emotional contortions: rage, sorrow, desperation, fear, need, pain, and quite possibly madness, all vying to be foremost and each failing to stick for more than a few seconds before the struggle began anew. She could feel all these emotions now clawing at her psychic shields as powerfully as the aura of lust.
Violet felt a compulsion to help him. She realized she had no idea who this man was; it was quite possible he had done something terrible and was being punished. It was also possible that this was somehow a kink of his and this was actually consensual, however horrendous it looked. But Violet didn’t think so; her gut told her that this whole thing was a very, very bad situation.
Tentatively, keeping her shields strong, she tried to reach out to the man. She sent a cautious tendril of her mental power to his mind, gathered her strength into it, and then touched his psyche. For the briefest of moments, she thought she could sense a faint ripple of feminine laughter. Then, with a flash, Violet’s consciousness was swept into a storm of pure sexual energy.
Back in her room, Violet felt the breath leave her lungs and her mouth opened in a silent scream. She tumbled to the floor and convulsed violently, her entire body rippling with pleasure. She let out a series of gasps and clawed at the floor, hands scrabbling for purchase on something, anything, to anchor herself as she felt her nerves swept up in a storm of sexual rapture. White hot pleasure cut through her core like a blade of sheer elemental ecstasy.