The Hedonistic Telepath, Ch. 1 by: Dani R. email: derfgh12@gmail.com (send feedback!)
Not all fairy tales end up in the Brothers Grimm. Some are for a more... refined palate, one that can appreciate the exquisite struggle of an overactive libido. This is one such tale, salacious and forbidden. I'm sure many will turn away based just on the subject matter.
For the rest of you, welcome. Pull up a chair with your favorite cup of hot chocolate or your favorite sheets and pillows, raid your spank bank for some visual aid (I'll provide some light guidance if you'd prefer), and get ready to dive in. Be warned, it only gets smuttier from here.
But before we begin, some disclosures: first, if you're underage, get the hell out! Make sure you donate to Nifty to support its ongoing hosting. Regardless of whether you are of age or not, please do not read this if this kind of story offends you. Lastly and most importantly, men in these stories will be playing unsafely, which is not advised in real life. Please get yourself checked regularly and play safe out there.
Now, let's begin.
My name is Ralda Ninisen, and as the title of my tale has already informed you, I am a telepath. I can invade the thoughts of anyone I desire, manipulate their memories, even influence their actions to a degree. They need only be within a certain distance from me; I need not touch them; they need not be in the same room. The only rub, as I found out, is that my normally-brown eyes glowed silver whenever I tapped into my power - my magic, as I called it. In another universe, I might have been inducted to a team of heroes, but reality seemed less welcoming; I've yet to meet anyone like me.
So, I found no reason to out myself to the world, and have instead kept my power under wraps. Only recently - after some life-changing events I don't want to get into - have I wholeheartedly decided to embrace my natural, hedonistic tendencies. Only recently have I decided to test my power, to see what I could get away with, have some adventures along the way.
As far as I can tell, I'm human. The reality of the fact is... probably so much more, but I had a mother and father - ordinary parents - right here in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, so I had an ordinary upbringing in an ordinary town. No one knew I was gifted - not even me - until I discovered it for myself for the first time. I was eight years old when it happened, but that story is for another day.
Today, we're beginning with the inevitable middle of the story, where things get their most... complicated.
You see, once you understand what my powers can do, you'll realize why I chose this place in my story to begin... where any author worth his or her salts should begin: the good part.
The year was 2018, summer, when I moved into my first house. I mortgaged the three-bedroom house from and old gal who was ready to move on after spending five years alone following her husband's passing. She was ready to sell her home and move in with her kids and was happy to have met me through our mutual contact, Dave.
With my new house, I formulated a plan, and began the renovations of my home as the first step. With the help of newly-made friends in the area, I gutted the green '70s carpet and completely replaced it with a modern - if boring - counterpart. I painted the interior white with soft blue accent walls throughout. I kept the appliances I inherited and crossed my fingers there; the carpet took out most of what remained of my credit.
My hair was growing long and filling the contents of ball caps those days, sticking out the sides in brown waves. Eyes brown, I was a good looking guy - I knew this from experience and not being blind. I had my pet peeves about myself, sure, but who am I kidding? I love myself.
Summer 2018 was a hot and sticky one, and my air conditioning units were the first to go. Sweat trickled down my face as I typed away my description of the house in my MisterBNB ad. For my plan to work, I needed to first test out my power on someone who would be the easiest to influence.
You see, if you haven't already guessed by now, my intentions were simple: to have sex with men who may not ordinarily have sex with men. My first victim? No... bad word for it. I'll call them... clients. My first was named Scott, a construction worker from Oregon visiting the 'Burgh for some work. He indicated in his bio that he was bisexual, and in his message to me that he needed a week in my place. He was coming alone; this was a perfect place for me to start.
The day finally came for Scott to arrive. His Uber dropped him off with his luggage, and I was able to see him for the first time. Wow! What a looker! Brown, spiky hair, Mediterranean facial features covered in scruff. Think Zack McGowan with a haircut. He was sporting a leather jacket and ripped up jeans that suited him quite well.
"Hey, I'm Scott!"
I shook his hand.
"Ralda, pleasure."
I showed him the house, culminating in his room, taking every chance to peek into his mind when our eyes were diverted from each other. The first thing I did was peek into his memories where he viewed himself in the mirror in the nude; what can I say? I'm impatient, and he was well worth the peek, BOY was he packing! Nine inches awaited my efforts tonight.
"Where can a guy get a beer around here?" Scott asked.
"The fridge!" I answered. I knew to be prepared.
I led him to the kitchen and fished out two beers.
"Yeungling for a weary traveler?"
Scott took his, popped the top off, and took a swig.
"Aaghh... that hits the spot," he said, clinking his bottle to mine as I popped my top off. "Cheers."
"Cheers."
We chatted for a while about his life, wherein he gave me details I was unable to garner before the conversation. Much as I wanted to, I couldn't peek into his mind without getting caught, and I wasn't yet confident enough in my magic to force the memory out of his mind. So I followed the conversation to the conclusion of four beers apiece. I was feeling the spirits, and I could tell Scott was too as his conversation started gravitating towards subject matter I could actually get behind.
"My girl back home's on her third pregnancy now. Shiiiiit man, haven't had any in months. Months!"
"Seriously?"
Scott chuckled, holding up his hand.
"Just the occasional date with rosy palms here."
Scott adjusted the bulge in his pants, an impressive lump under his tight jeans. I couldn't help but lick my lips; not like there was any pretense on my allegiances, after all. Scott grinned in harmless contentment.
Little did he know of my intentions with him tonight.
Scott suddenly cleared his throat and looked away. I took that moment to peek into his mind, mildly surprised to find an image of my naked body, a bit more feminine than reality, but I didn't mind. If femininity is what Scott needed, I could provide... one way or another.
"Alright, I think it's time for bed," he said, clearly perturbed by his arousal. Clearly, he was going to need at least a little push to get what I wanted from him.
"So why misterBnB?" I asked as he went to leabe.
He was caught off-guard by the question, chuckling and scratching his chin as he searched for an answer. I peeked his mind again.
I need to fuck so bad, I'd even fuck you right now, he was thinking.
I grinned surreptitiously; I'd barely even touched him with my magic, and he was already so close to submitting, if only with a little push.
"My girl said it would be cheaper, and she was right," Scott said.
I'd priced this place less for profit and more to lure an unsuspecting vic- er, client, into my home. Boy, that doesn't sound creepy, does it?
"Alright, goodnight," I said, smiling coy.
We went our separate ways, and I studied Scott as he paced back and forth in his room, his hand rubbing his stiffening cock through his jeans. He kept thinking about his girlfriend, wishing she was here and willing, and he thought of me, a possible outlet. Every thought he had about taking advantage of me, I encouraged; every thought he had of just jacking off, I denied.
"Fuck," Scott said to himself, his balls achingly full.
It was time. I got myself naked and in bed, pretending to be asleep, as I urged Scott's mind to give in to the will of his libido. Uncertain at first, Scott slowly made his way out of his room and into mine. His breath had become shallow, his heartbeat rapid. I faked a snore and made sure Scott bought it as real. He thought I was fast asleep, watching me in the darkness, his hand massaging his now stiff member. Licking his lips, Scott removed his shorts, freeing his nine inch snake, taking it in hand and pulling on it like a stick-shift.
"Fuck," he whispered as his mind began to give in to my magical whims; he was slowly embracing the depravity of what he was about to do.
Carefully, Scott approached the edge of the bed, his glans coming within inches from my snoring mouth. He rubbed his cock against my cheek, then my lips, then back. Scott had something to say, but held back; I pushed him to spit it out.
"Fuck," he whispered, "that's hot. Little fag boy want my cock?"
My own cock began to stiffen, driven by the fantasy brought to life. Scott pushed the head of his cock into my mouth, silencing my snores. I tasted his salty musk and piss from the slit, a masculine mixture of tastes. His cock felt soft yet firm in my mouth, pushing my jaw open with each thrust. I began to suck gently as Scott started a slow rhythm, pressing half the length of his cock into my mouth before pulling out and pushing it back in. Clumsily, Scott grabbed the back of my head and started driving more and more of himself into my throat, making it harder and harder for me to pretend. I decided it was best to get him to move on before his facefucking became too violent.
I shifted his mind to what he really wanted: pussy, or an adequate substitute. Much as he was enjoying my mouth, Scott knew I had a tighter, better hole in store under the sheets. With horny abandon, Scott pulled the sheets off me, revealing my naked, upturned ass. He grabbed an ass cheek and pulled it aside, opening up my hole.
"Fuck yeah..." Scott whispered, fisting his rock-hard cock for all its worth. He spotted the lube on my nightstand and grabbed for it, squirting a generous amount on his dick and my hole. He fingered my hole, a bit rough, but I was a good sport, snoring away. Clumsily, Scott got on the bed, straddling my thighs. His glans found my hole almost immediately, and to my shock, he popped the head into me with one smooth move. I groaned involuntarily and Scott paused cautiously. When I did nothing more, Scott continued, pressing more of himself into the tightness of my hole.
Within moments, Scott had pushed all nine hard inches of manmeat into my accommodating pussy hole, making a home for himself in the next few minutes to come. He pulled half the length out and slowly pushed back in, his length rubbing against my prostate. It felt incredible, it had been too long since I got fucked last. Scott enjoyed the benefits of my tightened hole, driving more and more of his cock into me faster and faster. He wasn't holding back, and I was done pretending, snores turning into groans and moans. Eventually, Scott became aware of my wakefulness, and I encouraged him to embrace it.
"Yeah? That what you wanted when you were staring at it, fag boy?"
"Fuck yeah, daddy...!" I whined.
Scott's assault on my hole intensified, driven on by the blatant dirty talk, all pretenses forgotten. His thighs slapping against my ass cheeks got louder and louder, his grunts more and more ragged.
"You want that load?" he asked gruffly, driving himself deep into me.
"Oh...! Yeah...!" I moaned.
Scott then grabbed onto me for leverage, adjusted the positioning of his legs, and began to really go to town on my hole, pummeling me like I owed him money.
"Fucking...!" was all he said before he started grunting loud, his cock twitching as it unloaded its seed deep in my guts. Shot after shot of warm goo filled me, dribbling down my taint. Scott's euphoria slowly died down as his softening dick slipped from me. I entered his mind one last time and urged him not to leave, and he did as instructed, falling to my side and wrapping his arm around me as sleep took him.
Gradually throughout the rest of the week, we dropped the charade. By the last night of his tenancy in my home, Scott had me by the neck in missionary, gripping against my windpipe as he grunted like a bull, ramming into me like one too.
"Fuck YES I needed this!! Ungh! Ungh!! UNGH!!" he exclaimed.
His grunts got louder and louder the faster and faster his thrusts got. I squeezed my hole, sending him over the edge.
"FFUUUCCKKK!!!"
He exploded into his fourteenth orgasm of the week, more than making up for the dry spell he'd been experiencing, I'd think, and I followed suit soon after as I fisted my cock to completion. I spurted my seed all over my belly as Scott pulled out his wet cock from me. He fisted a few more droplets of cum onto my belly, mixing with my own cum. I dragged a finger through the juice and stuck it in my mouth, tasting Scott's seed mingling with mine.
"Mmmmm...!"
Scott grinned, getting a hold of his breath and heartbeat as he watched me for a moment.
"Oh my god I think I love you," Scott said, slumping to my side in a pile of endorphins. "That was fucking AWESOME!"
He kissed my cheek and fell into his pillow. I sensed conflict in him, so I turned away and turned on the magic. His head was a mess, same as every time we did this.
"It doesn't count," my mind whispered to his, "different state rules; different gender; not actually in love with this kid; you know the drill."
I felt Scott smile coy to himself as he drifted off to sleep, and I watched him a while, burning the image of his naked, muscular body lying in my bed into my mind's eye. And that cock... impressive even when soft and covered in sex lube. I grabbed and jerked it a bit, transfixed. That girlfriend of his was sure a lucky woman.
Morning came too soon, and I took the last step in my plan with my first client: wiping his memory clean of our affair.
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