Miraja’s Anniversary Gift

Kirk picked up his pace as he made his way down the sweltering sidewalk of the outdoor mall, a small paper bag from Royal Jeweller’s tucked under his arm. He knew his wife, Gael, had been feeling neglected since he picked up his new executive position at the law firm, but he hoped the 24-karat diamond necklace he picked up as an anniversary gift would smooth things out.

Truth was, with his consuming schedule, he was also feeling a bit neglected. At least down where it counted.

As he was about to cross to the parking lot, a shrieking whistle made him turn his head. He froze mid-step. Standing in front of him, in between the frozen yogurt shack and T Mobil, was a tent that might have come from a traveling sideshow. Shimmering purple and silver fabric draped over a single tent pole tied down with black cords. Flickering candlelight glowed inside, stunning him with surreal colors. It reminded him of a cheesy fortune teller’s tent someone might put up at a county fair, or maybe a cheap Halloween decoration.

“In a hurry to get home to the wife, mister?” A silky voice asked.

Kirk turned and blinked as he looked over a woman with pleated, black-as-night hair wearing a form-fitting purple blouse and glittery jacket over a flowing dark skirt that blew around her shapely hips and thighs covered in fishnet stockings. She stared at him with dark, glimmering eyes.

“As a matter of fact, I am,” Kirk responded. “Sorry, don’t have time for the circus tonight.”

“Yeah? You really think your wife’s gonna be impressed with that little store-bought trinket of yours?” The strange lady smirked at his bag. “I bet I could give you something that will really make her squeal, in all the best ways, huh, big spender?”

Kirk couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The woman’s brazen audacity slapped him hard in the face and he struggled to find the words to reply.

“Whoa..I…ok, look I’m sure whatever you have won’t be worth a damn to my wife,” he stuttered. The woman stalked closer to him with hungry eyes.

“Really? Not even these?”

Her hands flitted over her blouse and suddenly two round perky tits bobbled straight in front of Kirk’s face. His eyes grew wide as saucers. What was this woman doing?! She couldn’t just flash those giant, perky…naked…bouncy….

The woman grinned as she watched Kirk’s eyes dilate. Two glittery pasties covered her nipples and she gently shook and swayed her body, dazzling the young husband with sparkly reflections. She jumbled her breasts up, down, and around in circles, making sure her blouse was covering her from the side. She didn’t need to attract a crowd.

“You want to come in now,” she said. Her voice was glass in his ears and had an irresistible authority to it that made Kirk want to listen. She shimmied her chest up and down. Kirk’s head nodded along. “You want to see what I have for your wife. Come inside. Follow my pretty, sparkly tits inside. Follow me…”

Kirk stumbled forward. He felt like he was in a dream. Time swirled around his vision as he followed the flashing lights from her pasties.

Flashing lights,

Flashing tits,

Flashing lights,

Flashing tits.

Suddenly, Kirk snapped his head awake, feeling like he had woken up from a sneaky nap in his office. She shook his head and looked around. He was sitting on a plush sofa in a circular room with rich velvet walls. Candelabras filled the room with sultry dim light and soft plumes of incense hung in the air. The only sound was the steady tick-tock of a wooden metronome sitting on a small table near the wall.

“Have a nice nap?” came a voice from behind him.

Kirk turned to see the woman from the street enter from behind a curtain. She had traded her blouse and skirt for a sheer robe with a sequined bra supporting her ample bust. She smiled warmly at Kirk and sauntered around to the front of the sofa.

“Wha…how did I get here?” Kirk asked. His body felt like he was wearing a lead apron.

“You must have had a headrush outside. I just brought you in to lie down a little. Maybe you were exhausted from a hard day at the office,” the woman’s perfume mixed with the heady aroma of the incense.

“Listen, lady, I…I don’t—”

“Miraja,” she said.

“What?”

“My name is Miraja. I’m a specialty items dealer. I mostly carry relationship aides. Things to put a little spring in your mattress. Stuff like that.”

“I…I don’t need anything like that!” Kirk protested. Why was he having such a hard time getting up off the sofa?

Miraja smiled, the candlelight gleaming in her eyes.

“Are you sure, Kirk?” her hips began moving slowly to the beat of the metronome. “You spend so much time at the office, at your high-end job, wearing yourself out from work. No time left over for real fun in the bedroom, isn’t that right? Can you even remember the last time you had sex with your wife?”

“Of course, I can!” yelled Kirk.

“When was it, then? Was it good sex? Did you make her moan and squeal with your hot dick inside her?”

Miraja’s words conjured up memories inside Kirk’s head of him and his wife making love last Saturday night. The way she felt as he slid his cock into her. How she bucked her hips and squeezed him with her pussy while he did her missionary style. The way her nails raked into his back as she came. The memories stirred inside Kirk, distracting him, as he sat zoned out on Miraja’s couch vaguely watching her sway to the beat of the metronome.

“Mmmm, I bet it was good sex,” Miraja whispered as her hips began to churn and swirl like a belly dancer. Before Kirk could react, she slinked forward and ran her fingers through his hair and over his scalp, pushing her cleavage into Kirk’s face.

“I bet it just felt so good for you to finally let loose and bust a nut in your wife’s pussy. She’s on the pill, I take it?”

“Y—yeaaahhh,” Kirk slurred. The incense and Miraja’s perfume were making his head feel so light and fuzzy. “She’s taking…birth control…”

“Lucky you! Getting to slide into your hot wife bareback and just let go without worrying about knocking her up. I bet it makes her breasts plump up, too.”

“I…I guess…”

“Are you sure? Think about your wife’s breasts, Kirk.” Miraja commanded. Kirk pictured his wife’s pink nipples floating in front of his face dancing with Miraja’s. “Just imagine the shape, the size of them. Are they big and floppy? Small and perky? Just think about your wife’s tits now.”

As Miraja talked about boobs, she fiddled with the silk belt of the sheer robe. Before Kirk knew what was happening, Miraja’s tits shook free, swinging back and forth with the beat of her dance. The sparkling pasties were replaced by long dangling tassels studded with iridescent ruby-red gems. Her breasts were gorgeously large and bouncy and seemed to magnetize his focus. His eyes grew wide as a vapid smile spread over his face.

“Does your wife have tits like these? Are they even better? Just try to picture them, Kirk.”

Kirk furrowed his brow as his head swiveled along with the show. Trying to imagine his wife’s naked chest with two stunning melons in front of him was like trying to solve a very sexy algebra problem in his head. His whole brain felt anesthetized with arousal.

Miraja shrugged her robe off and danced around completely topless for a few more minutes, spinning her sparkling tassels around in circles for Kirk and smooshing her cleavage together with her arms. All the while she kept offering casual observations about her tits compared to his wife’s.

“Are your wife’s tits this bouncy? Does she have cleavage like mine? Are hers more scrumptious than mine? Are they more hypnotic?”

At last, she began swinging them back and forth in a simple motion, keeping beat to the ticking of the metronome. Kirk’s eyes followed along helplessly. He didn’t think his wife’s tits were hypnotic. Miraja’s on the other hand were…nice…bouncy…sexy…

“Watch the tits, Kirk. What the sway. Can’t stop watching the sway. Getting sleepy now. Getting so horny. Hypnotized by my tits. Hypnotized by my tits now. Deeply under my spell.”

Kirk’s head felt like a bobbling balloon as he watch Miraja shake her tits for him. He struggled to keep his focus as the rubies handing from her nipples drifted left and right, back and forth. The growing pressure in his cock wasn’t helping his concentration either.

“Can’t take your eyes off them. Making you so horny and sleepy. So easy to follow along…”

Kirk’s eyes glazed over as his mind drifted on a sea of sex and pleasure. With an evil grin, Miraja nudged his forehead with her finger tilting his head back as his eyes closed.

“Good. Deep sleep for me now. Falling into a deep, sexy slumber. Listening to whatever I say.”

Miraja always loved performing her hypnotic little burlesque shows for unsuspecting men. It was always a thrill to see their wills would dissolve at the slightest hint of her cleavage. Kirk was snoozing blissfully with a dopey grin on his face and a raging hard-on pressing against his trousers. If she had her way, she would keep waking and dropping her helpless victim all night, but she had business to attend to.

Gently sidling up to Kirk on the couch, she lifted up his pants pocket and snaked her fingers inside, fishing out his keys and his wallet. Not so much cash but plenty of credit and debit cards. She’d make him tell her his PIN numbers later. Opening a small drawer in the table, she fished out a small silver disc with adhesive coating one side and stuck it to the inside of his wallet. She put the items back in his pocket.

Time for the fun part. She leaned in and whispered into his ear.

“Deeply asleep for me, Kirk. Still so happy and horny and sleepy. Still thinking about your wife’s sweet pussy. Still dreaming of my lovely, perky tits. You’re hard aren’t you, Kirk? Answer me now.”

“….yes…” Kirk mumbled.

“Say my name Kirk.”

“…yes, Miraja,” he said through a smile.

“Good. You’re nice and stiff right now. So hard and horny. Your cock is so worked up. You want to let it out. You need to give it some room. You’ll let me help you with that, yes?’

“…yes, Miraja.”

Miraja teased her finger over his bulge a few times before undoing his fly and maneuvering his cock and balls over the elastic of his underwear. He was on the favorable side of average and hard as steel. She tapped her finger delicately on the tip making the entranced man gasp.

“So hard for me now. Listen carefully, Kirk. Listen to the ticking metronome and think of my bouncy tits swinging to the beat. Think of them wrapped around the base of your balls and your prick now.”

She traced sensual figure eights around his scrotum and shaft. Kirk moaned sleepily to her ministrations.

“I’m locking up your penis Kirk. It’s under my command now. Only I have the key to the lock I’m casting around your dick. You cannot cum until I open the lock. No cumming until I open the lock. Can you feel the chain getting tighter?”

“…y-y-yes…Miraja!”

Kirk’s penis stretched impossibly tight as he gasped in delicious agony. Miraja kept a feather touch on his cock as she reached again into the table drawer. She pulled out a sequined veil and a small blue glass bottle stopped up with a cork. The veil was for her sake, and she flipped it over her ears. The fabric on the interior doubled as a breathing mask that covered her nose and mouth. Once it was in place, she uncorked the bottle.

Even through the mask, Miraja could sense the potent fumes wafting out of the small vial. She took a deep, centering breath, and then poured a few drops of amber-colored oil onto Kirk’s dick. In long slow strokes, she spread the oil up and down, greasing up his erection with the fragrant goo. Kirk growled and bucked his hip a few times, but obediently refrained from cumming. He wouldn’t have noticed the strong aroma, even if he had been fully awake, but his cock reacted to the slow, lathering handjob by swelling even fuller, his balls growing fatter. After a few more minutes of squeezing and stroking, his cock had grown another half-inch and his balls were nearly the size of tangerines.

Miraja could feel her juices dripping out of her pussy, but she forced herself to show restraint.

“Doesn’t your cock feel so big now, Kirk? It’s so full and hard. You’d give anything to shoot all that hot cum in your balls, wouldn’t you?”

“MMmmmmm….yes…Miraja!” Kirk grunted.

“Good. And you will Kirk. Just listen carefully. Listen carefully to everything that I’m going to tell you. Don’t have to think about anything….”

She squeezed her oily fingers over the head of his cock.

“Just let that prick do all your thinking now…”

Kirk blinked, wondering for a minute what he was doing. It felt like he was waking up from a dream. A really strange, vivid, horny dream. What was it again? The more he tried to think about it, the quicker it slipped out of his head and deep into his subconscious.

Oh, that’s right! He was on his way home. He shook his head and walked away from the weird tent towards his Porsche. He couldn’t wait to get home to his wife. Wasn’t he supposed to be carrying something?

As soon as he started thinking about his anniversary gift, his dick started pumping up fast in his pants and images of his wife’s ass in skimpy lingerie floated through his mind. Whatever he was carrying before wasn’t important. He just needed to get home to his wife already. He picked up the pace, adjusting himself through his pockets as his cock led him with compelling urgency.

Miraja watched him go from the entrance of her tent as she toyed with the diamond-studded necklace in her slender fingers. A little on the gaudy side, but it would still fetch a good price. She waited until Kirk started his fancy car and peeled out of the mall driveway before putting it in her safe box.

She looked down the path and immediately found two young guys walking towards the mall fitness center, their brawny arms wrapped in tight spandex shirts. She smiled to herself and casually walked towards them.

“Dude! You gotta try the whey protein formula. You’ll beef up overnight!”

“Bro! Do I look like I can afford more shirts? You’re the one that needs to work those triceps.”

“Hey, boys…” Miraja stepped directly in front of the muscle heads and tore open her blouse. The men both froze in their tracks as they caught sight of her two pastie-clad tits. Their jaws dropped.

“Think you strong guys can help me move a few things tonight?” She shimmied her boobs slightly and the two men followed her, spellbound, towards the tent.

Kirk sped most of his way home, his desire to finally get back to his house driven by the urgent pull in his hips. By the time he pulled into his driveway, the streetlights were flickering on. He didn’t see his wife’s car in the garage. He must have beat her home. The thought that she wasn’t there waiting for him nagged at his brain as he strutted into the house. He put down his briefcase and began taking off his stuffy work clothes. As he stripped down, all his mind could concentrate on was getting his hands on his hot wife’s body. The thought became an obsession. It distracted Kirk so much that he didn’t even think twice about the giant stiff boner he freed as he pulled down his office slacks.

Usually, Kirk would change into some old worn jeans and plop down on the couch to mindlessly scroll through his phone, but for some reason, Kirk was having trouble focusing. He just stood in front of his bedroom closet staring absently at his wardrobe, his head in a fog. After about five minutes, Kirk looked down, surprised to see his hand playing with his stiffy, his shaft slick with some kind of oil. He cocked his head, confused why he would be just standing there, diddling with himself when he should be getting ready for his anniversary date with his wife. Maybe he needed to take a shower.

He pried his hand away from his cock and walked, half-naked, to the bathroom, his erection bouncing back and forth with every step. He took off his shirt and reached for the faucet…but for some reason couldn’t bring himself to turn on the water. His boner was sticking out harder than before and all his hands could do was gently squeeze and stroke his oily shaft. Pretty soon, was smiling like an idiot as he worked his cock in the bathroom, his body alive with pleasure.

Eventually he gave up on the shower and staggered back into the bedroom. Something definitely felt wrong, but every time he tried to think about it, his dick would just pump up harder as two perky breasts flashed in his mind. Again, his dick called to his hand and he found himself blissfully gooning out as he jerked his dick in long, languorous strokes on his bed.

Kirk was so enthralled with the pleasant throbbing of his cock that he never heard his wife’s car pull up the driveway or the door creak open.

“Happy Anniversary, babe!” Gael’s voice echoed down the hall. “I hope you’re ready. Dinner reservations are for seven and …uh…babe?”

Gael entered the bedroom to her husband sitting naked on the edge of the bed running his hands up and down over his stiff cock, a blank look on his face.

“Kirk! Jesus, so kinky! Don’t you want to wait until after dinner before we get to dessert?”

She was half-joking, but there was something about Kirk’s single-minded focus that was beginning to creep her out.

“Kirk? Hello? Are you going to jack off all night? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Finally, the naked man blinked and looked at his wife like he had just woke up from a nap.

“Oh! Hi, honey! I didn’t…mmm….didn’t hear you come in.”

“Kirk! What the hell are you doing? I come home expecting the night of my life and you’re just sitting here naked stroking that…your…”

Gael trailed off. She was gazing slack-jawed at her husband’s hard cock. Was she imagining it, or was he longer and thicker today? She caught a whiff of something…something strange in the air; a sweet, musky odor that made her knees weak and her pussy drip. Whatever it was also gummed up her higher mental faculties, leaving her gaping stupidly at Kirk’s shiny dick.

“Mmmm…yeah…sorry babe,” Kirk said, twisting around restlessly. The motion sent his cock bouncing back and forth while Jennifer followed along with her eyes. “I just got super horny waiting for you…I don’t know what came over me.”

“Huh?...oh! Well, I mean…I mean…” Jennifer tried her best to think. Hadn’t she been upset about something earlier? That sweet lingering scent was so distracting. Suddenly, it came to her. Her husband was hard and horny. He couldn’t go out like that. Obviously, she had to fix it.

“I mean…if you need some help, why didn’t you just ask me?” Gael said with a tempting smile. She pulled down the thin straps of her blouse and let one of her breasts flop free.

Seeing his wife’s voluptuous tanned booby was all the invitation Kirk needed. He growled and let his cock lead him up and across the floor, grabbing her arms by the wrists. He walked her back until he pressed her up against the wall, ravishing her neck and cleavage with his mouth while gently grinding against her. Jennifer squealed in delight as her husband all but ripped off the dress from her body. She felt his probing dick through the sheer fabric of her panties and eagerly rubbed back.

Kirk grunted and threw his wife onto the bed, yanking off her moist panties. Kirk’s whole being seemed centered around his cock and its one irresistible desire to fuck. He slid effortlessly into Jennifer’s cunt as she wrapped her smooth legs around his back. The couple screamed and wailed together in ecstasy as Kirk worked his wife to orgasm, never crossing the edge himself, but tirelessly ready for more. Gael dug her nails into Kirk’s back, her mind flowing down to her needy, wet pussy. Filled with energy, Kirk lifted his wife and pinned her to the wall banging against her again and again, trapped in the most passionate, consuming coitus either of them ever had.

Outside Kirk and Gael’s front door, a white van squeaked to a halt just in front of the couple’s door. Miraja glanced down the street through the rearview mirror before opening the passenger door and hopping onto the sidewalk.

“C’mon, already!” She called back in a hushed voice. The driver side door opened and two bulky men wearing black ski masks groggily stumbled out. They wandered to where Miraja was standing and shifted uneasily on their feet.

“Okay, you remember your instructions, don’t you?”

Neither of the men answered. Each of them stared back through a haze of confusion at the shapely lady in the black catsuit. Miraja sighed and reached down the front of her dress, fishing out a sparkling diamond pendant from her cleavage.

“Maybe we need a little refresher?” She asked coyly as she let the jeweled pendulum swing back and forth on its silver chain.

“Watch my pendant. Think of my tits. Watch my pendant. Think of my tits…” she chanted. The men’s eyes followed along helplessly. “The pendant is so pretty, just like my tits. Such pretty titties, such a pretty necklace. Watch it swing…back and forth…just like my titties swing back and forth…brains asleep now…cocks awake…brains asleep…cocks awake.”

Miraja waited until she saw the telltale glaze settle in her minion’s eyes as well as the swelling bulge in their pants. She let the crystal pendant rest in her cleavage again.

“Alright boys, time to get to work. Remember, load all the heavy stuff in first, and careful not to scratch the corners. Then go through all the drawers for anything worthwhile. Jewelry, important documents, anything that you can find. Do you understand?”

“Yes…ma’am…” Two voices droned in unison.

Miraja walked up to the path to the front door, smirking to find it unlocked. She led her hypnotized minions inside and the two quickly and quietly began ransacking the living room. The 36″ TV, the Italian leather sofa, the Persian rug, the mahogany dining table, there was no shortage of high-end furniture pieces and household items that would fetch a high price at any pawn shop. Miraja personally packed up both Kirk’s laptop and his wife’s, intent on raiding their personal files before hawking the electronics themselves.

The trio worked quickly and silently. The only sounds in the house were the moans, grunts, and shouts of orgasmic joy coming from the bedroom. Every so often, the entranced thieves would stop and look around the house they were robbing through a mist of confusion. Miraja just unzipped the front of her catsuit a little farther and bounced her necklace in her cleavage. The men stared captivated as Miraja whispered.

“Brain asleep…cock awake…brain asleep…cock awake…just following your orders like good cocks…”

The men went back to loading the van, walking a little more gingerly than before.

At last, nearly everything of material value had been emptied from the house. The raucous sounds of sex coming out of the bedroom had dimmed slightly, but they could still hear the steady bang bang bang of the bed hitting the wall. She knew her occupied hosts weren’t coming to check on them anytime soon.

“Good job, boys,” she said sticking out her chest in front of her beguiled burglars. “Now why don’t you two go wait in the van and play with yourselves a little bit? You guys deserve a little break. Go into the van and play with your cocks until I get back. Just keep thinking about these sparkly tits, but remember…”

Miraja held up her finger, shaking it at them like they were naughty kids.

“…no cumming…” she sang.

The men staggered brainlessly out of the house and into the van. Miraja waited for them to shut the door and then tiptoed over to the bedroom door, donning her mask hidden under a silken veil. Turning the knob gently with her gloved hand she carefully peered inside. A wave of pheromone-laced fuck fumes washed over her sending a twinge through her aching pussy. She breathed deeply through her mask and drifted into the room.

Kirk’s naked back greeted her as he continued to steadily pound his wife on all fours. The two of them were glistening with sweat after nearly three hours of non-stop sex. Kirk’s face looked like a zombie’s desperate to cum. Gael, by contrast, looked like she was flying high on some otherworldly drug after orgasming over a dozen times and still finding herself hungry for more. She peered up at the ominous figure of Miraja as she walked around to face the two of them.

“Huh…Who…who…?” Gael tried to get out between moans. In response, Miraja unzipped her catsuit and let it fall to the floor revealing a dazzling bikini made of lace and shimmering diamonds and violet amethysts. The jewelled thong hugged her womanly hips and barely tried to keep her stunning round breasts in place as she swiveled and danced to the beat of Kirk’s thrusting.

“Shh….no questions…no thinking…” Miraja whispered musically to the oversexed woman. “Can’t think with that yummy cock in you…you’re too horny to think…too dumb and slutty and horny….”

“Uh…huuuhhhhh….” Gael mumbled as her body rocked with her husband. Miraja dangled her glittery necklace in front of Jennifer’s face watching with amusement as the woman swayed her head along with the pendulum, a dumb smile on her lips.

“Just listen to my voice….let it slip straight into that mushy brain of yours…my words going in and out…just like Kirk’s cock goes in and out….feels so good to let my words fuck you…let me fuck you…”

“OOoooohh!” Gael cried as another miniature orgasm shook through her. Kirk grunted as his wife clenched down with her pussy.

“You watch me too, Kirk...eyes over here…just watch me dance…just watch my hips swing and my tits shake…listen to my voice…”

Kirk’s eyes came down from the top of his head and he focused on the curvaceous dancer, his pupils dilated wide. Miraja continued to speak to them as she swung her body in opposition to her necklace, letting her easy rhythmic voice scramble up the minds of her victims.

“You love sex,” she said a little more forcefully. “It dominates your mind every second. You can’t get enough alone time with each other. Every night you will feel compelled to make love for at least two hours. Gael, you will let Kirk do whatever he wants to you. Kirk, you will dominate your wife, but you will only cum once every forty-eight hours. You will let your sperm boil up in your balls and keep you distracted from everything else. You can only focus on having sex with your wife. Both of you so insatiably horny…”

The couple groaned in unison. Miraja had to concentrate to avoid reaching down for her pussy.

“Good….” Miraja slinked over to the bed and lay her arm across Kirk’s back. With the other hand she reached down to caress and fondle his swollen balls as she whispered in his ear.

“You want to come so bad, don’t you Kirk? But you can’t now…remember I have your penis locked away. I’ve charmed your dick and it only obeys me now. Only I can release it…You want me to release it so you can cum, don’t you?”

“mmmm….yyyyyeeess!!!” Kirk cried desperately.

“Then you just have to do one little thing for me,” Miraja said with an evil grin. “Just think of your computer password. Just think about the numbers…let them come up from your ball brains and into your head…let them move right to the tip of your tongue…and….let them fall out…numbers falling out right now…”

“ughh…ugh….” Kirk wound up almost like he had to sneeze. “…7…6…1….2….”

“Goooood Kirk…that makes your cock so hard to let the numbers go, doesn’t it?” Miraja said. Kirk nodded his head uncontrollably.

“Now what about your bank account…let it come up…echoing around your head until it just comes tumbling out of your mouth…now…”

“eehh…f-f-f…5 5 5…6 8 9…0 3 4 7….”

Miraja pumped him for his PIN, his cloud account codes, and a dozen other items of information. When she was done, she repeated the same process with Gael, capturing each number in her phone’s audio recorder.

“Good job, my mind fucked victims,” she giggled cruelly. “I think it’s time for a reward, don’t you? Kirk when I snap my fingers, my hold over your balls will release and you will let all that pent-up cum, all that sperm come gushing out. It’s going to feel so incredible, so overwhelming that you will fall into a deep, dark sleep. Ready?”

Kirk bucked his hips wildly while Gael cried in ecstasy, feeling her husband’s cock throb with anticipation. Miraja held up her fingers, rubbing the tips together lightly.

“And 1…2…3!”

SNAP!

Kirk roared as he exploded inside his wife, his spunk overflowing and oozing down Gael’s thighs. He spasmed in pleasure until he finally began to slow down. Like a toy that had run flat out of battery, his body slumped over and his eyes drooped close. Miraja lay a hand on his chest and lightly pushed him back with a laugh. The man slid out of his wife’s cunt and crashed on the pillows behind him, already completely unconscious.

Gael continued to writhe on the bed, the feeling of her husband’s seed in her womb making her shake with euphoria. Gradually she opened her eyes and peered through the haze of pleasure, a glint of consciousness returning to her eyes.

Miraja walked over to her and again dangled her necklace over Jennifere’s face, gluing her eyes to the swinging pendant.

“You feel so happy Jennifer…so relaxed…and sleepy…and agreeable. You love getting fucked by your husband, don’t you?”

“Y-yyyesss…” Jennifer droned, her eyes half-lidded.

“Good…now it’s time you give me a turn.”

Miraja knelt over the bed, straddling the woman’s face with her muscular thighs. The smell of her wet pussy invaded Gael’s nostrils.

“Give me a good cunt licking, you silly slut!” She commanded.

“Yes…” Gael said as she got to work.

The fumes from the pheromone-laced oil coating Kirk’s dick had seeped through Miraja’s mask just enough to make her insatiably horny, but she knew better than to get anywhere near the man’s cock. She might well lose control and wake up in a prison cell. It was far safer to have Gael lap away at her clit as she massaged her own breasts, teasing her nipples joyfully. It didn’t take her long to reach the crest and slide down the other side into a lovely orgasm.

Finally she swung her naked thighs off Gael’s face, taking a moment to bask in the afterglow of cumming. Gael stared up at the ceiling with a glassy-eyed grin. Miraja helped position her next to her husband and propped both of their heads up with a pillow. She knelt at the foot of the bed and slowly started to sway her body back and forth, her naked tits bouncing along.

“Open your eyes, Kirk…” She coaxed. “Open your eyes…I want both of you to just look at the pretty titties. Look at my pretty titties and just listen.”

The couple focused on Miraja’s chest, their heads bobbing along with her movements. Both of their mouths were opened and their eyes empty.

“Gooood…” Miraja purred. “You’re getting very tired now. You’ve had so much wonderful sex tonight. You’ve both cum so hard, it’s making you tired and sleepy. So veeeeeery sleeeeeepy….”

Kirk and Gael’s eyes fluttered as their heads nodded.

“Tomorrow, you will notice something is different about your house, but you will not be able to understand what happened. Every time you think you know, you will get so unbelievably horny that you will need to fuck. You’ll forget everything when you fuck. It will make your brains melt right down to your nether regions and you will instantly forget all your worries…all your concerns...so happy to fuck for your mistress…”

Two sleepy smiles spread across the couple’s faces as they giggled softly.

“You will now sleep for two days…When you wake up, you won’t be able to understand what happened. Every time you have sex, you will fall back asleep and forget everything…just happy to fuck, sleep, and forget…getting so sleepy…so tired…ready to fall…asleep…NOW!”

Miraja snapped her fingers. The couple slumped against each other, blissful smiles on their faces as they wandered lost through dreamland.

Miraja smiled wide under her mask and zipped up her suit. She strutted through the now empty house and out to the van where her two men were jerking themselves off fruitlessly in the front seat.

“Okay boys. Give it a rest and let’s get this stuff to storage.”

The men immediately took their hands off their cocks and obediently drove the van off. It was nearly an hour’s drive to the storage shed on the outskirts of town and another two hours for the hypnotized men to unload all the ill-gotten goods off the van and into the shed. By the time they were finished, the first streaks of dawn were beginning to spread in the sky.

“Good work, boys!” Miraja said standing in front of the two dazed men. She unzipped her catsuit just enough to treat her henchmen to an inviting view of her cleavage snugly holding her pendant inside. She jiggled her chest slightly as she talked.

“Why don’t you take the rest of the night off? You want to go back to whoever’s house is closest. You don’t need to ask why you want this. You’ll just go back to whoever lives closest, collapse on the bed and then you’ll have an irresistible urge to suck each other off. It will feel so nice. In fact, whenever you try to remember what you did tonight, you’ll feel so horny, you’ll have to jack off to the memory of getting a blowjob from your friend.”

Miraja leaned forward enticingly, pulling the two men’s heads down like puppets.

“Sound good, boys?”

The two hypnotized thieves grunted in the affirmative. Miraja giggled and zipped up her catsuit.

“Well, off you go!” She clapped her hands and the two men blinked, wondering what had just happened. Their bodies began carrying them down the street back to town in the early dawn light. Miraja watched them go, idly wondering how the two would react to waking up to the memory of their best friend’s mouth around their cock.

Miraja locked up the storage shed and climbed back into the van. It had been a long and laborious evening but well worth it. She had helped a young couple learn to appreciate their sex lives instead of hoarding empty material things and she might have planted the seed of a budding bromance for two handsome bodybuilders.

Oh, not to mention the thousands of dollars of loot she made off with scott-free. She stretched herself luxuriously in her van, a self-satisfied smile on her seductive lips.