ULTIMATE CONTROL 2:  
By Elrohir,  Elrohir57@Gmail.com
A beautiful woman uses her powerful body and penetrating eyes on both men and women and bends them to her will. 


(This is a tribute/sequel to McInvictus' ULTIMATE CONTROL, which can be found
in Book #30 of Miscellaneous Stories, in which a mysterious woman visitor
leaves her hotel and goes out to a club, dominating every man she meets with
her powerful body and penetrating eyes, making each one so aroused she can
make him do whatever she wants. She prowls the dance floor and takes a number
of men away from their wives and girlfriends, cowing the women with a few
words or even just a look, sometimes arousing them as well. She returns each
man in turn with visible evidence that she has overwhelmed him. Eventually she
returns to her hotel and, needing her own release, commands the handsome young
desk clerk to come to her room in five minutes. He does so without question,
knowing he'll most likely be fired for leaving his post.) ... And thus the
story continues:

... The night manager, a small, balding man in his 40's, came out of his
office and approached the woman from behind in the hallway. "I'm sorry, ma'am,
I couldn't help overhearing: The desk clerk isn't allowed to leave his post.
If you need assistance with something I will call the Concierge to help you."
She whirled around and stared into his eyes as she glided toward him. He
swallowed hard, backing away from her, instantly regretting what he had just
said. She continued to advance on him as he retreated until his back was
against the wall. He froze, held in her gaze like a mouse before a cobra. She
came within inches of him, so close he could feel the heat from her body and
smell her feminine scent.

"I am you most valued guest, aren't I?" she said menacingly, hold his gaze
with hers. He nodded, fearfully. "Then I shall have the desk clerk assist me,
and you shall staff his post for rest of the night." He again nodded. "What
are you going to do?"

"The desk clerk will assist you in every way possible and I will work the
front desk for the rest of the night" he said, trembling. She smiled a cruel
smile and pressed herself against him, kissing him on the cheek. She could
feel a small but very hard bulge in the front of his pants. She touched her
lycra-covered sex against it. "AAAGH!" he cried as he involuntarily came with
the most intense orgasm he'd ever felt. It made him shake violently, and
buckled his knees; he fell back against the wall and sank to floor, a wet
stain spreading across his trousers. She looked down at him and smiled with
satisfaction.

"Maybe next time I'll let YOU assist me" she mocked. He looked up at her in
fear and awe. She placed the toe of her boot against the still swollen bulge
in his pants and pressed on it. He gasped and shook again, his eyes closing as
the involuntary shock wave of pleasure again overcame him. When his quaking
subsided, she reached down, cupped his chin and tilted his face up to look at
her. "Open your mouth" she commanded. He did so without question. She allowed
a long string of spit to roll off her tongue and find its way into his mouth.
"Swallow." Without hesitation he swallowed it. His eyes glazed but remained
fixed on her. "You are mine, now. Go back to work" she said, and then walked
away toward her room without looking back at him, knowing he would comply.

As he approached her room, he passed the night manager in the hall going the
other way. The manager looked distressed and seemed not to even notice him.
The manager was walking slightly bent over, awkwardly covering his crotch with
his hands as he hurried toward the front desk.

He knocked on the door to room 423, and a sultry, slightly deep female voice
commanded him to come in and lock the door behind him. As his eyes adjusted to
the dim lighting he could see that she had removed the Lycra catsuit to reveal
only a black bra and thong, although she still wore the thigh-high black
leather boots. "Come here" she said imperiously. He instantly obeyed, fearful
of what this beauty was capable, but also incredibly aroused. She roughly
grabbed his lapels and pulled him to her, kissing him hard on the mouth, her
tongue wrestling his into submission. His fully erect manhood incredibly
became even harder, the wood turning into tempered steel. She grabbed it
roughly through his pants and held it for a moment, then released it, deciding
it was worthy of her attention. "You'll do." She placed her hands on his
shoulders and pushed him down to his knees. He physically could not have
resisted even if he'd wanted to, her arms were that powerful. She grabbed his
hair and tilted his face up to look into her eyes as she looked down at him
over her massive gravity-defying breasts.

She stared into his eyes, wiping out his awareness of everything but her.
"Listen to me," she said. Like he had any choice in the matter ... she had
instantly become his entire world. "No matter what I do to you tonight, no
matter how difficult it becomes for you, you will NOT COME until I TELL YOU,
is that clear?" He nodded dumbly. "Promise me."

"I will not come," he said with the confidence and complete assurance of one
whose will is not his own.

"Remove my thong." He reached up and hooked his thumbs in the strings on the
sides and slowly began sliding it off her hips. His hands felt the smooth
hardness and exquisite curvature of her glutes, and he began to tremble at the
feel of their sculpted muscularity. Suddenly she noticed his left hand and
grabbed it, stopping him. She pulled his hand up to look at it. "What is your
wife's name?" she said while twisting the golden band lightly on his finger
and removing it, feeling its heft and smoothness. He was confused: Wife? Wife?
He struggled to remember, lost in a haze of overwhelming lust and complete
submission to her hypnotic power.

"Debbie ... ." said a disembodied voice which seemed weak and far away. "We
met in high school when I was a running back and she was a cheerleader." He
felt as if he was filled with truth serum, babbling away everything he knew in
order to please his interrogator.

"Is she beautiful?" she said seductively, leading him away from his old life
even as she made him recall memories of it.

"Yes ... ," he said, tentatively. He had thought Debbie the most beautiful
woman in the World up until five minutes ago, but now he wasn't so sure.
"She's not like you." He stared into her eyes in lust and adoration, unable to
move or turn his gaze away. He was so aroused he felt he might explode at any
moment.

"No, she's not like me." She smiled a cruel smile, having removed his wedding
ring without a word of protest from him. "You won't need this. You belong to
me, now." She kissed the ring, rubbed it gently against her crotch, and then
tucked it into her boot. She stared deeply into his eyes and quietly
commanded, "Resume your task."

He nodded. "I would do anything for you. I belong to you." He resumed removing
the thong, his hands again trembling as they went down, feeling her sculpted,
rock hard thighs and her sexy diamond-hard, diamond-shaped calves, his eyes
filled with the vision of her six-pack abs that flexed as she breathed. When
he reached her feet, he looked up at her questioningly. She lithely stepped
out of the thong and stood with her legs wide apart.

"You know what do." She rested her hand on the top of his head and guided him
as he dove into her pussy, burying his face in her now-dripping wetness. She
forced his face even farther in, more than he thought possible, and began
grinding back and forth, using his entire face as a sex toy. He easily managed
to find her large swollen clit and began tonguing it fiercely. She then
stopped moving him around so violently, but still kept his face buried for
what seemed like forever without allowing him to come up for air. Just as he
thought he was about to pass out, she erupted in a massive orgasm, roaring
like a she-lion as her body clenched with contractions, nearly crushing his
face. He was ecstatic at being able to pleasure this powerful Goddess whom he
instantly adored, even as the pain in his face was becoming unbearable.
Suddenly her clit spewed forth, drenching his face, squirting into his mouth,
her metallic-tasting ejaculate running down and off his chin, large fragrant
drops staining his suit jacket. He slurped as much of her juices down as he
could, hungrily savoring the delicious nectar. "Mmm," she purred languidly,
"That's not bad for a start. Now strip and get back on your knees."

His entire body was trembling, every muscle taut and aching for release. He
looked up to her in anguish, unable to control himself but unable to break her
hold on him. He should have come long before now, having been aroused way
beyond anything he'd ever experienced. He'd given up trying to hold back and
now wanted to let go despite her earlier command not to, but even though he
felt himself going over the edge he JUST ... COULDN'T... COME! She smiled with
satisfaction, watching the torment on his face. She sat on the bed, reached
out and tweaked his nipples hard. He gasped uncontrollably. She extended her
formidable, gorgeous legs and playfully squeezed his shaft between two toes of
her right foot and jerked it off, while tickling his balls with her other
foot. "AAAAGH!", he screamed in ecstasy, but without release. He felt as if he
were going to burst into flame as his screaming nerve synapses fired away
randomly. She laughed cruelly and continued to stimulate him with her feet
while she enjoyed watching him contort in pleasure and pain before her. He
began to shake all over with the tension.

His eyes began to roll back in his head, and suddenly she realized that if she
kept this up she might kill him before he could be of any real use to her. She
smiled in mock sympathy, grabbed his hair and dragged him up onto the bed and
then on top of her. He could not resist her if he wanted to, still electrified
with unrelenting arousal and shaking with tension. "Here!" She looked into his
eyes. "Fuck me now, as long and as hard as you can. It won't be enough, but it
will get me started again." Dying to release painfully imprisoned energy, he
threw himself onto her and rammed his massive man-meat into her pussy just as
hard as he could, but she hardly seemed to react. He launched into the fastest
rhythm he could manage, slamming his cock into her pussy up to the hilt, over
and over again, and finally after a bit she smiled a little, closed her eyes
and sighed "Mmm, that's it, keep trying ... ." Her pussy swallowed him up and
began squeezing, sending shock waves of pleasure through him. He pumped harder
and faster than he ever had before, but soon her muscular vagina began
gripping his member so tightly that he had to forcibly pull out as well as
forcibly thrust back in. He pushed, pulled and pounded like a mad man, driving
himself to peak after peak of excitement, involuntarily crying out each time,
but still there was no release: His tension built higher with each crest,
gaining intensity each time it was denied completion.

After what seemed an eternity, his glutes ached from thrusting, his abs and
thighs were beginning to cramp with each contraction, and his arms became
wobbly and weak. "AAAGH!" he cried out in defeat, collapsing, exhausted, on
top of her, his body still quaking. His cock remained rock hard inside her
even though it was in spasm; he had been trying and trying but he just COULD
... NOT ... COME! She laughed, then rolled him over and mounted him, pinning
both his hands above his head with the wrists crossed, using just one of her
iron hands to hold him down. She began at a blistering pace, at first pumping
her hips forward and back, slamming his cock back and forth inside her so hard
he thought she was going to tear it off. But then she slowed and changed her
motion from forward and backward to up and down, and he could see and feel the
tension building in her now as she flexed her body trying to wring every bit
of pleasure out of the hapless victim below her. She stared deeply into his
eyes and began massive rhythmic pussy squeezes while simultaneously thrusting
her hard body upward and then slamming it down onto his already bruised hips,
consciously fucking him toward an orgasm he could not achieve. She smiled,
enjoying the tortured look on his face as she fucked him BEYOND orgasm. Her
squeezes became so tight that with each upstroke she lifted him off the bed by
his cock. He was in a tortuous hell of pleasure and pain until suddenly she
threw back her head and roared again, shaking violently with an atomic orgasm
that overcame her. Her legs clenched, crushing his hips from both sides, and
her pussy clenched mightily with each contraction, threatening to burst his
member. It was more than he could take, and he screamed in agony and ecstasy,
driven into semi-consciousness. His last sensation was that of a torrent of
juices drenching his lower body.

Finally sated, she sat there for a moment relaxing, smiling as she looked down
on her spent plaything, still twitching with the lack of release as he slowly
roused to a more conscious but still exhausted state. At last she released her
pussy grip on his member and rose up off the still steel-hard cock, itself
twitching with electric tension and a backed-up load waiting to be let go. She
stood up next to the bed, walked over to the chair where his clothes lay and
retrieved his cell phone from its holster. She swiped the screen to open it,
found the name "Beautiful Debbie" in his contacts and dialed it. "What's up,
sweetie?" said an angelic voice on the other end as the girl saw her husband's
number in the caller ID.

"Listen carefully" said the woman as she leaned over him and put the speaker
on. Even over the phone her voice commanded respect. Debbie gasped in surprise
at the unfamiliar voice, then froze to listen when the woman said "I've just
about finished fucking your husband" and she reached down and ran a finger
nail from the base of his shaft to its tip and said "Come."

"OH OOOOOOH! OH! OH! OH! OOOOoooh ... ." He moaned as he came hard, harder and
longer than he had in his life. Drops of hot, velocity-charged cum exploded
into the air followed by a steady stream gushing out like lava from an
erupting volcano. There was more than the woman had seen in a long while, and
she had drained quite a few helpless males in her time. He moaned and moaned,
then fell silent, his body quaking for several long moments as its tension
dissipated, then he quickly fell into an exhausted sleep.

Debbie recognized the oft-heard sounds of her husband's orgasm, but she had
never heard it so loud or so long as she just had. She instantly knew what the
woman just said must be true, and she burst into tears. "Debbie, WAIT! You
will listen to EVERYTHING I have to say!" The command snapped Debbie to
attention. She sniffed and forced herself to become quiet. "I am returning
your husband to you for now, but every time you make love to him he will think
of me. He still loves you, but he will be fucking me." Debbie sobbed and began
to sniffle again. "LISTEN!" she commanded and Debbie gasped, choking on her
tears, but she forced herself (or the woman's voice forced her) to be quiet.
"If you decide to take him back, however, he will become the BEST lover you
will ever have, so much so that you won't care whom he is thinking about. IF
you decide to stay, at the very moment he comes home you must go down on him
before he can clean up, so that you will taste my juices and forever know who
I am. If you do not do this, then I will know because he will tell me, and I
will come back and take him away and you will never see him again." She turned
to the sleeping man and said "Isn't that right, my play toy?"

"Yes, she will never see me again ... " he said dreamily in his sleep.

"Good! Now Debbie, tell me what you must do if you're going to stay." Debbie
sniffed and trembled at the ominous, commanding tone of the woman. She felt a
strange fear, but also a strange, primal, arousal. Deep inside she felt she
was curious to taste the woman's juices, to know something about her. She
could not seem to want otherwise.

"I'm going to go down on him and taste your delicious juices" she said
distractedly. The woman had not told her to say "delicious", but that seemed
to be how Debbie envisioned it. She could not think of it any other way. She
was already succumbing to the mysterious caller.

"Now, my part of the bargain ... although I will always own him, this is my
gift to you: Whenever you want him to make love to you in the best way
possible, or do anything else for that matter, look deep into his eyes and say
'YOU WILL NOT COME UNTIL I TELL YOU.' He will then obey your every whim,
sexual or otherwise, without question. He will know what he is doing but will
be unable to stop himself. Do you understand me, Debbie?"

"Yes ... I think so. Thank you." Debbie said absent-mindedly. She put down the
phone, wondering what kind of woman would have such a commanding, hypnotic,
beautiful voice. She wondered what it would be like to be with that woman ...
. Only after she recovered from her reverie, which took several moments, did
she begin truly realizing what had happened, and what a powerful gift she had
just been given.

The woman tweaked his nipple hard, eliciting a startled "Uh!" as he awoke.
"Get up and get dressed. You must go home now."

"I'd better get dressed and go home, now" he said as if he'd thought of it
himself. He dressed, and she walked him out the hotel room door into the
hallway. She turned him toward her and pulled him into her, kissing him
savagely. He was out of control with lust and tried to grope her powerful,
exquisite body, but she grabbed his hands and held them. She pulled them
behind her and pressed her body against his. She would have to use this one
again sometime, she thought.

"Mmm ... " she sighed as she felt the huge bulge in his pants. She leaned
forward and whispered softly into his ear, "Come."

"OH! OOOOOH!" he moaned, so loudly that several other hotel guests cracked
their doors and peeked out to see what was happening. He convulsed with yet
another unbelievable orgasm, his knees wobbling so much that he had to grab
the door frame. She smiled, backed into the room, closed and locked the door
before he had even finished ejaculating. He quaked for several more seconds, a
dark stain spreading across the front of his pants. As soon as his
contractions subsided, he felt dejected. He knew instinctively she would not
open the door if he knocked, or if she did, there would likely be unpleasant
consequences.

He walked slowly away to the lobby and out the front door, wondering what he
was going to do now. As he passed by the front desk he saw the night manager
on the desk clerk's stool, slumped over the counter in a semi-comatose state.
Not knowing what had occurred between the manager and the woman in the hallway
earlier, he left without speaking because he figured it would do no good to
beg for his job back. Little did he know that the woman would later make the
manager beg him to come back to work, and at a much higher rate of pay.

Debbie normally picked him up from work, but he doubted she would do so
tonight, after what had happened ... . He walked out to a waiting taxi and
slid into the back seat. He told the driver his home address, but the driver
seemed not to hear him. He spoke again, louder, but still got no response. The
driver's eyes were open but stared straight ahead, unseeing. He got out of the
back seat and walked around to the driver's side. As he reached through the
open window and began shaking the driver's shoulder, he noticed the
now-whitening stain across the front of the driver's dark trousers.

The driver came to with a start, and looked over to see a man standing outside
his cab with a large, dark stain across the front of his pants. His eyes
widened with realization. "YOU, TOO?!" he exclaimed.

"Yep."

"Brother, do I have a story for you!"

"Me, too," he said exhaustedly. Some dim recollections of a phone conversation
he had overheard earlier, however, now led him to believe his story might be
just beginning ... .