Names Have Power: Tim's Magic Voice Makes A Harem

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by MC, Doctor


  Ashley Sue and Ashley Lynn shared glances, then Ashley Lynn said to me, “This first time, I want to taste you naked. Mom, what do I do now?”

  “Pull his shorts down, honey, and help him step out of them.” When Ashley Lynn had done that to me, Ashley Sue continued, “Now get your nose close to him. Smell him.”

  “His cock smells weird, Mom. I can’t decide if I like the smell or not.”

  “Some women like the smell, some don’t. Now, stick out your tongue and lick whatever of his cock you can reach.”

  “Oh, that’s ni-i-i-ice,” I said.

  “See, honey? He likes that. Now take the head in your mouth, and slide your lips down the shaft and up again. Uh-huh, do it again, down and back, like it’s a warm Popsicle.”

  “Teeth, teeth!” I yelped. “No teeth!”

  “Open your jaws a little, honey,” Ashley Sue. “Keep your lips on his cock, but don’t scrape him with your teeth.”

  “That feels good,” I said. “You should know that—oh yeah, Ashley Lynn, just like that—if you speed up, you get me off sooner, but if you go slow, my orgasm is more intense when I finally do come.”

  Ashley Sue said, “But you should know that if you go fast, muscles get tired. But if you take a long time to get him off, your knees and jaws and lips start hurting.”

  Five seconds later, Ashley Lynn speeded up to pogo-stick speed. Maybe thirty seconds later, I gasped, “I’m going to shoot.”

  Ashley Sue said, “I never let your father come in my mouth, honey.”

  But Ashley Lynn didn’t change anything, except to speed up even more. I couldn’t help it, I started moaning—it was a better blowjob than I was expecting, and I was getting it from an innocent virgin while her mother advised her. The situation was too hot for me to stay calm.

  I lost control; I spurted. Ashley Lynn whimpered when my cum first hit her throat. I gasped, “Your choices now are to spit it out when I finish cumming—”

  “MMM-mmm,” Ashley Lynn said, while still mouth-fucking me.

  “—or start swallowing what comes out. I can’t control my ejaculate. I would really like it if you keep milking me till my cock gets small and soft.”

  She didn’t spit, and she didn’t stop. She did, however, slow down. I could learn to like ministers’ daughters.

  A minute later, I said, “You can stop now.” She had a little trouble getting up off her knees. When she was standing, we French-kissed. Then she smiled at me and asked hopefully, “So was I good?”

  “Girl, you have a talent,” I said.

  Ashley Sue asked, “Why did you suck him off and swallow him?”

  “Because the strawberry blonde told me earlier that girls who don’t swallow are cockteasers and bitches.”

  Ashley Sue looked at me and asked, “Is that what you think, Timothy?”

  I said, “My feeling is, sucking off a man and not swallowing is like baking him a cake but not putting frosting on it—why make the effort if you plan to give him only half the enjoyment? Of course, if he’s twisting your arm to get that blowjob in the first place, managing his orgasm is a good compromise, I suppose.”

  She frowned. “You never force women to give you blowjobs?”

  “You remember Gothika, the third Ashley? What do you think she’d do if I pushed her to her knees and demanded, `Service me, woman’? She’d castrate me with her teeth. But trust me, when she sucks my dick of her own free will, she makes my spine melt.”

  I felt a tug on my arm. I turned to look at Ashley Lynn, who asked, “So really truly honest, you liked my blowjob? I did good?”

  “Yes, Ashley Lynn, you should be proud of your blowjob technique.”

  “YES!” she exclaimed. I must say, a fist-pump is an interesting thing to see, when done by a bare-breasted teen girl.

  I then said, “Just remember in the future, Ashley Lynn, `No teeth.’”

  ****

  Then I said, “Now it’s time to pay you back, girl, oral for oral.” Ashley Lynn’s nipples got hard. I bent down and sucked on those nipples, which made her start breathing hard.

  I removed her skirt. I sat her on the edge of my bed and pulled off her panties. Her pussy was wet, and its odor was strong.

  I knelt by the bed, draped her legs over my shoulders, and then I started licking her pussy up and down.

  She gasped, she moaned, and she thrashed around.

  Just as her mother had, Ashley Lynn loved it when I sucked on her clit. The girl’s response was “OH MY GOD, MOM! OH WOW, OH MY GOD!”

  And then she grabbed my head and pulled it against her crotch. She made a long-lasting, high-pitched, wordless sound as she came a second time.

  I pulled Ashley Lynn up my bed to where her head lay on my pillow, and then I lay on top of her. I had not kissed the mother except briefly, but I necked with the daughter, groping her tits and pussy while I was kissing her.

  Then I stopped kissing her to say, “You enjoyed your pussy-licking, didn’t you? But wait, there’s more!”

  I gave Ashley Lynn a peck on the lips, then began a ski run down her torso. I kissed the girl the same way the girl had seen me kiss her mother.

  Ashley Lynn moaned and writhed when my head got near her crotch again.

  Then I heard a slurpy sound to my left. I glanced over, and discovered that Ashley Sue had a hand busy in her panties as she watched me pleasure her daughter. I thought, My Power strikes again.

  ****

  Thirty minutes later, Ashley Lynn was more than ready. As she lay on the bed, she watched wide-eyed as I condomed my cock. Then I got on top of her, looked in her eyes, and said, “This is the last minute of your virginity.”

  She said, “I’m ready, but your face smells like, you know, pussy.”

  “Washing my face now would ruin the moment. This problem will come up again in your life, by the way.”

  She shrugged. “Then fuck me now, Mist—fuck me, Tim. Put your cock in my pussy.”

  I did—or I tried to. I got the tip in, and it hit an obstruction. I pushed with my hips, broke through the obstruction, and Ashley Lynn gasped. It was not a gasp of delight, but of pain. She clutched me with a painful grip.

  Ashley Sue said, “Timothy, can you not move till she stops hurting? Honey, it only hurts for a little while.”

  After thirty seconds or so, Ashley Lynn nodded to me. I fucked her slowly. She made several grimaces of pain, and I felt something in her pussy scrape against my dick.

  Her face relaxed, as the scraping sensation disappeared. Soon after that, she smiled at me. Soon after that, her pussy got wet again.

  Have I mentioned that I love a tight pussy?

  “Ohh, Tim, you make me feel so good,” Ashley Lynn told me. She lifted up her head and kissed me.

  Soon after, she said, “Oh Mom, I could really get used to this. Now I understand why Father preaches against it.”

  Now she was breathing hard. She started thrusting her hips to match my own thrusts, saying, “This is good, oh yeah, so good, that’s it, oh yeah, like that…”

  Meanwhile, in my head I was saying the Pledge of Allegiance backward and reciting state capitals, just so I wouldn’t pop-off before Ashley Lynn had lots of fun.

  Soon she was breathing hard, like Darth Vader’s sister. “I’m close, Tim. You’re getting me close, I’m so—I like this, I like this, oh yeah…”

  I said, “Come for me, Ashley Lynn. I want to give you your first fucking orgasm.”

  She kissed me again. “I feel—oh, I’ve never—oh yes, oh god, here it comes, almost, almost, oh god, oh god, YESSSSS!”

  Her arms tightened her grip on my torso. Her hip-thrusts got frantic, and then she froze in place with hips upthrust. She made loud and unintelligible noises.

  I felt very proud of myself. Five minutes later, I was proud of myself again.

  I’m told that it’s unusual for a girl to climax, the first time she is fucked. Well, either I’m an unusually good lover, or my Power was in action again. Ashley Lynn came twice when
I fucked her; and of course she’d already climaxed 3,746 times while I’d eaten her out.

  And if I was surprised that Ashley Lynn climaxed twice while she was getting fucked for the first time, Ashley Lynn’s mother was flat-out amazed.

  ****

  After I got out of bed, I trashed the condom, washed my face, and brushed my teeth; and by then, the Ashleys were mostly dressed. After I myself got dressed, I gave the mother a long, slow kiss, then I did the same for the daughter. Then we walked out of my bedroom.

  In the living room, Gothika and Slave Jeanette were watching that morning’s Ellen Show. When Gothika saw Ashley Sue, the lesbian stripper grinned at the minister’s wife and said, “Sex is a lot more fun when you don’t follow the rules, isn’t it?”

  Ashley Sue’s face showed realization. “You’re right, staying respectable gets in the way of great sex.”

  Ashley Lynn said, “I don’t know what great sex is yet, but my pussy is happy. You two are totally lucky that Tim can fuck you every day.”

  Gothika said, “He doesn’t fuck me, he fucks Jen-Jen here. She’s half hetero—not that there’s anything wrong with that.”

  “I’m confused,” Ashley Sue said. “You’re a stripper, with huge implants. How can you be a lesbian?”

  “I was born a lesbian, but I choose to be a stripper, and I chose to get implants. But back to Tim—if I ever decide to fuck a guy again, Tim will be that guy.”

  “I love you too, Ashley Holly Baker,” I said.

  Chapter 16

  Invited To Church

  The next few days were uneventful. I made a new commercial and, as I’d promised Gothika, she had a part in it. A big part, actually—

  A distraught motorist (SUSAN) and her car (with the hood up) are in front of a dealership’s service bay. In the background is a sign that says “BRANDEX MOTORS—YOU’LL TELL EVERYONE ABOUT US.”

  Talking to Susan is a female mechanic who is wearing coveralls with the top two snaps unsnapped. Her name-patch reads “Bertha,” but it is really ASHLEY.

  Susan has a purse hanging from her downstage shoulder. Ashley has a calculator in a pocket of her coveralls.

  SUSAN: So what’s wrong with it?

  ASHLEY: It needs a gold-plated defibrillator. The factory, only place I can get your part.

  SUSAN (close to panic): How much to fix it?

  Ashley pulls the calculator from her pocket and punches in numbers. Ashley looks Susan up and down, smiles evilly, and punches in more numbers. Ashley shows the calculator result to Susan.

  SUSAN: That’s more money than I have!

  ASHLEY: Really? How much do you got?

  Not waiting for Susan to answer, Ashley yanks Susan’s purse off her shoulder, opens the purse, and dumps the contents on the ground. Ashley drops the purse itself into an oil puddle. (NOTE: The puddle’s “motor oil” is actually chocolate sauce.)

  Ashley bends forward to see what was in Susan’s purse. (NOTE: If Ashley’s coveralls’ third snap wasn’t snapped, this commercial would be showing lots of fine cleavage and wouldn’t be family-friendly anymore.)

  ASHLEY: You don’t have enough money, sure enough.

  INSERT: There are only a few green bills on the ground. BACK TO:

  ASHLEY (leering at Susan): Girlie, you’re completely at my mercy.

  SFX: TOW-TRUCK HORN, ONE LONG AND THREE SHORT

  Backing up to Brandex Motors’ service bay is a TIM HANSON FORD tow truck.

  INSERT: Painted on the driver’s door of the tow truck is text, “TIM HANSON FORD.” BACK TO:

  The tow truck stops, and SARAH and DEBORAH get out.

  Sarah and Deborah rush over to Susan and each give her a quick hug.

  (While everyone else is talking, the tow truck is hooking up Susan’s car so that it can be towed away. Deborah is picking up the cash lying on the ground.)

  SUSAN (to Sarah): My car needs a gold-plated defibrillator.

  SARAH: There’s no such thing! They’re trying to cheat you.

  DEBORAH: We’re taking your car to Tim Hanson Ford, because he has the No Cheat Guarantee.

  SUSAN: What’s this No Cheat Guarantee?

  SARAH: If anyone at Tim Hanson Ford tries to cheat you, the owner fires the cheater then and there.

  SUSAN: That will be a load off my mind.

  ASHLEY: You can’t leave yet. She still owes us sixty bucks.

  Deborah pulls out three bills from the cash she’s picked up. But instead of handing the bills to Ashley, Deborah drops the bills on the ground by the “oil puddle.”

  Ashley bends down to pick up the cash. She’s facing the “oil puddle.”

  Sarah puts a foot on Ashley’s butt, and pushes. Ashley lands face-first in the “oil puddle.”

  INSERT: Ashley lifts her face up from the puddle. Her face is covered with gooey brown liquid. BACK TO:

  Susan, Sarah, and Deborah get in the tow-truck cab.

  INSERT: The tow-truck passenger door shuts, and so we can read its text, “TIM HANSON FORD.” BACK TO:

  The tow truck leaves, pulling Susan’s car.

  SUSAN (OS): Tell me where we’re going.

  DEBORAH (OS): Tim Hanson Ford is on Smith Freeway northbound, a quarter-mile north of the Woodrow Wilson exit.

  INSERT: Tim Hanson is in his dealership office.

  TIM HANSON: My name is Timothy Richard Hanson, and if anyone at my dealership cheats you, they will be fired on the spot! I guarantee it.

  ****

  I had “entertained” the Ashleys Effib on Monday night. On Wednesday night, my doorbell rang. Standing outside my front door was Brother Simon, his wife and daughter, and another woman.

  Standing behind her father, Ashley Lynn looked confused. Something was going on, but the girl hadn’t figured out what.

  “Yes, can I help you?” I said warily to Brother Simon.

  Ashley Sue was trying to catch my eye, as if she was trying to silently pass on a message. But I couldn’t figure out what she was trying to say. Also, I noticed that Ashley Sue looked sexier somehow—something about her makeup was different.

  Brother Simon said, “Mr. Simon, you know my wife and daughter. This is Mary Bell, our church Choir Director. May we come in?”

  One of the rules that good salesmen know is, Take charge of the relationship. So you better believe I spotted what Brother Simon was trying to pull. I replied, “No, I’ll just step outside instead.”

  As I shut the front door behind me, I said to Brother Simon, “I ask again: How can I help you?”

  Brother Simon’s bad attitude of Monday was completely gone. “Mister Hanson, I’m giving a special sermon at our ten o’clock Sunday service, about something of special interest to you. So I’m extending a special invitation for you to attend our service.”

  “Simon, that is nice of you, but Saturday is big at the dealership, and so I work till late Saturday night. I always sleep late on Sunday morn—”

  “Mister Hanson, I can understand why you’re saying no. I acted nasty and immature the other day.”

  “Simon, you were all that and more. Thanks for admitting you were wrong. But I wasn’t kidding about Sunday morning, I need that time to recover.”

  Ashley Sue took a breath. “Timothy—”

  Brother Simon whipped his head around. “Ashley Sue! You don’t need to speak here. Let Mary and me handle this.” Then he turned to me, all smiles again. “Mister Hanson—”

  “Mister Hanson,” Mary Bell said, “I’m very much hoping that you will come to the service.”

  Brother Simon frowned. I thought, Aha, Mary Bell is going off-script. The plot thickens.

  I turned to Mary and said, “It’s nice of you also to ask, but the answer is still no.”

  As I spoke, I looked Mary Bell over. She was clothed modestly, but that was where the modesty stopped. She was looking at me in a sexual way, sending me a “For a good time, call” vibe. Which she was good at—porn actresses take classes to learn how to pout like that. She was a bottle blonde; and
while her tits weren’t as big as a stripper’s, they were bigger than average.

  Was Mary Bell wanting to hook up with me? Or was she trying to lure me into something? I couldn’t say. And what was Brother Simon’s game? I decided I didn’t want to know.

  I looked at Brother Simon, as I reached for the front door. “If you’ll excuse me—”

  “Would it help if I beg? Please, Mr. Hanson, come. And if you can, bring your, uh, houseguests.”

  I glanced at Ashley Lynn, who shrugged. Ashley Sue was again trying to beam thoughts into my head—unsuccessfully. Brother Simon watched my face. Mary Bell’s expression, I couldn’t read.

  Brother Simon continued, “But bring yourself to our Sunday ten o’clock service, I beg you.”

  Oh, hell. What kind of heartless bastard would I be if a man was reduced to begging me for something, and I told him no anyway? I sighed and said, “Okay, fine. Ten a.m., I’ll be there. But I might be yawning.”

  Brother Simon, smiling, turned to Mary Bell. “Did you hear that, Mary? He told us all he’d be there Sunday.”

  She nodded. “I heard him.”

  He turned back to me, and thanked me, smiling all the while. But his smile was off, somehow.

  I glanced at Ashley Sue. At last I could read her face’s unspoken message: You poor fool.

  Why? I would go to a church service—there’d be some singing, an offering taken, and a sermon. What could go wrong?

  Chapter 17

  I’m Told I Was Tricked

  The next morning, after the Morning Meeting, I was talking to Betty Jane in my office when Susie burst in. Susie said, “Mister Hanson, there’s a call holding for you. Says it’s urgent.”

 

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