Doreen

Doreen
By
Gail Holmes

Doreen had been with the occult best part of her life, now she had her own practice, using meeting places in various local towns or villages, she built up quite a community and was respected by her followers. At thirty-seven, she was getting tired of life, never had she ever been taken to bed by a member of the opposite sex, well taken anywhere for that matter. A virgin she was not, her own pleasures had taken care or that. Her home, well at least her bedroom was an array of sexual toys, needless to say, no man had ever enter the room, to the base of her bed was glued a huge dildo, when the need arose she would stand spread legged at the bottom of the bed bending over; and then she’d back onto it. Neighbours would hear the strange moans and noises, but knowing of her profession they’d accepted that she was working.

Her sexual problems started from the word go, an uglier woman you not of imagined, weighing in at just over 340lbs, you would not miss her in the street; as a child she was the prettiest little girl anyone would wish to see, she’d been brought up with the occult strongly within her veins, but she let herself go in the latter years, public transport was completely out of the question for her, taxi’s the doors to small, buses, the isles to narrow, her own transport consisted of a specially adapted Ford van with siding doors, the suspension had never been modified so the vehicle would always lean to one side, it was a comical sight seeing her diving it, as it had a tenancy to steer to the middle of the road all the time because of the balance of weight, she almost sat in the middle of the van when driving it.

Doreen was a coloured girl and starting off so pretty she’d really let the side down, however when I say ugly, I really do mean ugly, starting from her chins; of which she had four, her mouth had a definite kink drooping to one side with lips so thick; if she fell over she’d have surely stuck to the floor, her nose was squashed to one side, and her eyes as small as peas, having a definite glare. Although respected by her followers she’d no social life, she hungered after male company, her toys where alright but having a man would make a whole difference to her life, the toys needed her own efforts, and normally she’d be completely shattered before she ever reached orgasm, if the truth should be known, she’d never had one!

She’d often view her congregation with yearning; at one of her not to distance meeting places there was a young man of around 26, one could tell that he worked out, his physique was enough to appeal to any woman.

She often go home, up to her bedroom and quickly backing herself onto the dildo, if fact it had helped her prepare her pussy muscles, one evening so worked up that she’d nearly broken it in two with her unique power which she had developed her inner pussy muscles so they rippled, running from front to the back of her pussy. With this method she’d use less energy, at one stage she actually pulled the bed away from the bedroom wall, which will show you the strength she developed, now that really is pussy power? The bed had weighted heavier than her.

She was adamant to get to the young man to her bed, however, she knew with her appearance she’d little or no chance, she couldn’t approach him though; for word would get around her patrons, although they all loved her to bit’s, she couldn’t allow this to happen. Her only way was to take on a séance thus having her chance was to get him into a hypnotic state, the only real way was to have a one-to-one with him, and however, she didn’t think that he’d allow this upon himself. What she really needed was to get him interested in one of the young girls, she’d had one in mind within her meetings, this seemed a much easier task, she could work her idea around to doing this, and if she practiced what was in her mind she’d surely have him to herself. Trouble was she speculated as to what real cock would feel like? Would her dildo, due to its size out shine any a man, she needed sex like there was no tomorrow?

Her mind was made up; she knew of just the girl, although, others had given him the glad eye, there was just one who’d showed him little or no interest, however lust showed in his eyes when she was about. Nevertheless, she knew he’d had a weak spot for her; it would be her that she’d have to work on.

A pretty little thing, more than likely still a virgin, so at least she’d of had something in common with herself, although she knew she’d not get the treatment that she would more than likely be getting. Nevertheless, her idea was to get them both in a hypnotic state, lusting for each other, she’d let him go so far with the girl bringing his body to boil but no further. Then she’d take over, there would be no need for foreplay on her behalf, if she even knew as to what foreplay was about, or the need for it for that matter, just seeing them together in such a lustrous state would be enough to turn Doreen on, her juices heightened at the sheer thought.

He’d not even recognise that she was in the same room with them, and the girl could still maintain her virginal state so nothing illegal would have taken place. Doreen arranged the séance assuring that they each sat either side of her around the table, as they held hands, it was then that she work on their minds. The clever thing about Doreen was that she could work on more than one operation at a time. This way nobody around the table would be aware of her motivation.

At the séance everyone filed in to the darkened room, this was not unusual to the group, often she held then, transpiring the needs of her group. She was renown for her powers at such meetings. The lighting was mellow, candles burnt, incense sticks in all corners of the poorly lit room. As she held their hands, sending vibes into both of there brains, she was surprised by the readings from the young girl, she’d not noticed before, however she did have feeling for young man to her left, not so much sexual, but at least admiration, at least this was a beginning.

Doreen materialized her own sexual needs into the young girls brain, he’s hand searching her body, her breasts swelling with the desires, there firmness being manipulated by his strong burly but gentle hands, caressed and squeezed, her pussy already becoming alive.

The girl looked across in front of Doreen, her eyes seeking the young man.