The Projectionist

“Oh fuck my head hurts!” I awoke and immediately regretted swallowing that stupid (mezcal) worm during last night’s traditional golf weekend eve with the guys. I struggled to sit on the edge of the hotel bed; head in hand and stomach churning.

“Geez! Gere, you look like shit!” Terry chuckled. “You’re paying for swallowing those worms last night!”

“Worm? How many did I…” Cloudy thoughts started to clear up. “Oooh f…u…c…k…”

“Well at least as many as the number of bottles the bar had.” Robert was shaking his head left and right in mock disgust. “At least three!”

“And shots! And beers!” Sam chortled in. “Guess Amber does let you out much!”

“Here. Swallow this!” Terry handed me some capsules.

“What are they? I’m allergic to Aspirin.”

“They’re Chinese pills to cure hang overs.” Terry told me. “They really work.”

Slightly wary of strange, unregulated medicine, I threw the pills into the back of my mouth and gagged down a half liter of water. Within a minute, my headache was gone and my nausea had waned. I managed a piece of dry multi-grain toast and some strong Brazilian coffee.

“Tee time is in an hour. Let’s go!” Al burst through the front door to our suite. He, Allister, Dunkirk and Morton were in the suite next door.

Every year the eight of us escaped our wives for a golf weekend at different places each year. Allister arranged our weekend in New Mexico. The resort was just outside of Albuquerque. We would play four different course over three days. Friday afternoon was the first. Saturday, we played two and today Sunday was the final one before jetting back home that evening.

I was paired up with Dunkirk. He was the real rowdy one of the bunch and had dared me to eat the worm(s). “Don’t be a pussy! Be a man and swallow the worm or I’ll make you wear these panties tomorrow.”

Spurt on by my so called friends, I gulped down the ugly looking beast. After the first one, the rest were easy.

Now, it was nine o’clock in the morning and Dunkirk was already downing beers. I could barely bear to look at one, let alone consume one. The day had not started well either. Not only did I have a massive hang-over, when I picked up my rechargeable non-recharging electric razor and unplugged it, I didn’t notice the slight crack in the cord and got a shock. Then unbelievably, I somehow cut my chin shaving… with an electric shaver.

“Pffsst!” The familiar sound of a can opening.

“Here! This will make you feel better!” Dunkirk stuck a beer in front of my face. “You know. Hair of the dog shit!”

Knowing better than to argue with him, I took a cautious sip. My throat refused to allow the liquid to pass without a deliberate effort. Than a series of events followed which unknowingly would affect me.

The green side 2nd hole, I was searching for my ball in the weeds beside the scummy pond. I was leaned over poking the area with my club. I called out “Found…” but surprised this giant toad. It jumped up and smacked me right in the face before jumping back into the water. The guys were literally doubled over splitting their sides in laughter. With a wet face and a mouth full of skanky pond water, I wasn’t amused at all.

By the third hole while I was feeling better but Dunkirk was more than inebriated. We just putted out and walked back to the cart. Dunkirk sat on the left and in a caveman type of voice declared. “I drive!”

“Dunny, you’ve had a few. Maybe I should drive.” I suggested.

“No. I drive. It okay!” Dunkirk insisted in weird English.

I took the passenger side. My ass was still in the air as Dunkirk floored it and I slammed back into the seat. There was a sharp left turn ahead. Still speeding as fast as the cart could go, I yelled out a warning. “Slow down, Dunny!”

But he either didn’t hear me or chose to ignore me. A sudden violent turn of the wheel to the left sent me flying out the right. I screamed out “Ye..o…w…!” Fortunately it was mostly soft environmental with no trees, but it was wet and mossy. I went tumbling deep into the area until I rolled to a stop. Face down in some mush, I turned and sat up. My mouth was filled with a soft spongy something I used my fingers to extract but just held a stem between my index finger and thumb. I had to use my mouth to crush whatever remained so I could spit it out. A mushroom. A weird looking mushroom. The cap was green and yellow with pink streaks in it.

“You okay, Gere!”

“Man you went flying!”

I spat out as much of whatever it was from my mouth and downed my beer. In retrospect, I guess I should have rinsed my mouth with it instead of swallowing it.

Full of muck and mire, I hauled my ass out and tried my best to clear off the mess. The other problem with boggy areas is mosquitos. They attacked me immediately. I swatted at a few leaving splotches of blood all over.

“Hey, Gere! Oops sorry. Guess you should have driven.” Dunny apologized.

I was good enough to play the rest of the game although my body and mind felt a little out of sorts. The mud caked dry enough for me to brush most of it off, but I needed a shower before we caught the plane home. I stripped off and grabbed a towel before walking to the showers thinking “How good the hot water will feel.”

I guess feeling not quite myself and not paying attention wasn’t the best idea. I didn’t notice the soapy tile and my foot slipped out. I fell over. I braced my hand on the wall to stop myself but still hit my head against it.

“What else can go wrong!?”

We made it to the plane without further incident, but the flight back was very turbulent. Maybe a good thing since the stewardess wasn’t able to serve drinks. Dunny didn’t look in any good shape anyways.

Home safe, I kissed my wife Amber. I plopped myself down on to the chesterfield and related what happened that day.

“You know what you need?” Amber said. “Tea. Ginseng will do you good.”

Too tire to argue, I sat there and closed my eyes as my wife went to the kitchen to make brew the hot beverage. My mind wandered a bit and then suddenly I found myself staring in the kitchen but I hadn’t left my seat in the living room. It seemed like I was looking through my wife’s eyes.

I watched as her hand pulled the kettle plug and pour the hot water into a large mug. I could smell the fragrance of the root. I could feel the warmth of the mug as she picked it up and walked back towards me.

“Gere?” Amber’s word echoed in my head as I saw myself in my own mind. “You okay?”

I shook myself back and took the cup. “Yeah. Guess I’m just a bit tired.”

That night as we laid in bed, Amber was reading her book as she normally does. I thought about the events of the day and evening and wondered if I could make it happen again. I closed my eyes and concentrated… Nothing! Disappointed I relaxed slightly. Then suddenly I was looking at the words of Amber’s trashy novel. “… as he tenderly unbutton her blouse and exposed her womanly charms.”

Then I heard words. “Come on, fuck her hard. Give her your big cock. Stick it into that slutty cunt.”

I was listening to Amber’s thoughts. My groin stirred. A tent grew in my PJ’s. I needed gratification.

“Fuck I’m getting so horny.” Amber’s thought continued. “Gees, I wish Gere was still away. I would really like to diddle my own cunt right now. I can feel it dripping already!”

I broke the mind meld and returned to my own side of the bed. I turned to Amber and place a hand on her thigh so I could start pulling up her nightie and get to her soft skin. I felt her relax and part her legs a bit. My middle fuck finger found her clit hard and wet. Amber’s body spasmed once and she let out a small moan. She continued to read as I manipulated her button more and more until she dropped her book and closed her eyes. She bit her lower lip as I slipped my fingers inside of her. And then her body went into convulsions as she came.

“Oh god! Yes! Fuck!” She screamed out as she thrashed about. “Oh yeah… Oh yeah… Oh yeah…”

Amber pushed me onto my back and yanked down my bottoms. She took my eight hard thick inches into her hot mouth and bobble her head up and down. She mounted me and unceremoniously slammed her ass down as my cock pierced her hot fuck hole. She strong slender legs squeezed me as she rode me like bronc; her long black hair flipped back and forth as she thrashed about. Her big, firm tits bounced about.

“Come inside me! Come inside me now!” Amber screamed loudly. “Come on! I said come inside me now!”

This was new. Amber didn’t want to become pregnant and made me always wear rubbers.

“Uuuh… Uuuh… Uuuh…!” Giant gobs of white hot cream spewed inside my hot wife fertile womb.

She still seemed unsatisfied. She let my cock slide out. What she did next was another surprise. She turned around and face my feet. She straddled my face and shoved her cum filled cunt onto my open protesting mouth. My own cum poured out. She lowered herself and sucked my wilting cock hard and dry. When no more cum dripped from her, I used my tongue to lap out any remaining spunk.

Exhausted, Amber fell asleep still lying on top of me, her ass still in my face.

I awoke the next morning well before the alarm. Her feet were in my face. Amber was still fast asleep. I thought about what had happened yesterday and last night. My mind seemed to be more aware. I closed my eyes and projected myself into Amber’s head again. All I saw was blackness with a few sparkly, multi-coloured lights.

After breakfast, I got on the bus to the office. Typically while a number of riders got on, this bus was never full. A familiar blond, female passenger got on at the next stop and sat across from me. She was very pretty with perfect, understated make-up and immaculately dressed for the office. “I wonder…?”

I closed my eyes and tried to project my mind into hers. It was an alien sensation as I felt my body cross the aisle and enter her mind. Her thoughts were about the work she needed to finish for Mr. Bonson. A vision of a built, tall, dark haired man whom I surmise was Mr. Bonson appeared. Then “Mmm… Mr. Bonson. I wouldn’t mind having him fuck me! I bet he has a big, thick cock! Oh! I can feel my pussy getting damp!”

I felt myself get a little excited in my pants. “Hmm… I wonder what else I can do?”

I projected a thought of her masturbating. I felt her body jerk a bit. She looked around to see if anyone noticed. Everyone else was just minding their own business. I made her think of her lover in the nude and made her look at his ten-inch uncut cock (I really had no idea what kind of cock he had. I just projected the idea of it). Her mouth started to salivate as she found herself on her knees in front of him. She used her tongue to lift and guide it passed her generous, painted red lips and allowed him to penetrate her throat.

Suddenly, I felt myself gag and found myself coughing. I looked across at blondie who was shaking her head as if she just awoke from a nap. Her face was flush. Her body was slouched down. Her legs were spread. Embarrassed, she quickly sat up straight, straightened her clothes and pretended nothing was amiss.

“Wow! That was incredible! I could feel what she imagined!” I thought. And then. “Wait. I was her when she was sucking Mr. Boson’s cock! Does that make me gay?”

I finally arrived at my office where my secretary, Cheryl already had my mug of coffee waiting. Of course, it wasn’t part of her job description and I never asked her to do it, but she insisted. Cheryl was a very pretty, buxom blond from some town outside of London, England. She had never lost her cute UK accent even after being here for a number of years. Cheryl was a wonderful, very effective and efficient secretary who was already there when I got promoted to this position to replace my retiring boss. Cheryl and I just seemed to hit it off.

“Gere. Don’t forget you have that meeting where Mr. Tanner is presenting at ten.” Cheryl reminded me. “Other than these messages, you don’t really have anything important until then.”

“Tanner. Geoffery Tanner. What a fucking ass kissing, fucking loud-mouth, fucking back stabbing, fucking idiot! I can’t stand him!” I thought. “Pretends he’s everyone pal but will rat on you whenever he can.”

I’m not sure if she noticed my distain in my face or if I telepathically transmitted my thoughts but… “Mr. Tanner is a challenge!” Tittered Cheryl.

It was a long, arduous and inane presentation that droned on for hours and hours and hours. The statistics he laid out made little sense. The finance of his department was more than a bit of a fabrication. And Geoff took all the credit for the success. Of course Mr. Cameron thought it was a grand presentation; or at least it seemed so.

During the next couple of weeks, I practiced and my power grew stronger. It took less concentration to infiltrate minds and I could sometimes persuade them as I wished. I didn’t even have to close my eyes and could also watch and manipulate my subject at the same time. Amber had no idea why she was becoming my sex slut as I extinguished any of her protesting thoughts. I was even able to make my blond bus mate cum in her seat a couple of times with her Mr. Bonson.

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I sat down at my desk. My hot cup of Joe already waiting. So was Cheryl who was looking particularly sexy hot today. “Mr. Cameron’s meeting starts at one. Here are some messages and these ones need a call back.”

“Thanks, Cheryl.” I smiled at my EA. “Have a seat for a second.”

She wore her long, flowing hair loosely this morning. The red jacket and skirt fit every curve of her body. As she crossed her shapely legs; her hem rode up above mid-thigh. I noticed the high arch on her foot even while she wore the white, four and a half inch stiletto heeled, open toed pumps. She wiggled her toes at me. Even with the hosiery she had on, I could tell they were painted red like her finger nails.

I pretended to review the memos she handed me but projected myself into her mind.

“Oh! Gere is so cute. I wish I could hug him like a big teddy bear! He keeps himself in pretty good shape. I bet he’s great in bed. And I bet he has a nice cock!”

Those last comments caught me a bit off guard. Of course I had notice how nice, even hot and sexy she always looked over time but the thought of her in that sort of way never crossed my mind… Okay maybe a couple of times but I didn’t think it was reciprocal. Plus she wore a huge rock on her left hand. I feinted a question. “Um… Er… Cheryl. What is this one?”

She raised her knee to slowly uncross her legs and showed me she was wearing actual stocking and not pantyhose. She stood and moved around to my side of the desk. When she leaned in to see which memo I was referencing, Cheryl pressed her large bosom against me. I wasn’t making her do this.

I took a chance. Either she would allow me to continue or file a sexual harassment complaint. I pulled her jacket open and turned my head enough to mouth one of her plump breasts. She reacted immediately and pulled my face into her soft pillows.

“Oh fuck, Gere! You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you to do this.” Cheryl moaned. “How much I’ve wanted you.”

“Wait!” I stood up. There was a bulging tent in my pants. I closed my office door and locked it. I turned to Cheryl. “You know I’m married. And I thought you were too.”

“Yes, I know you have a wife but I don’t care.” Cheryl told me. “Yes, I’m married but my husband is impotent. Even when he WAS able to get it hard, it was really tiny and could never satisfy me.”

Cheryl pulled up her skirt around her hips. She was wearing garters to hold up her stockings but she wore no panties. I opened my fly and pulled out my bone. My knob was already a big, angry purple.

“I knew you had a nice cock!” She smiled. “Now bring it here and stick it in my cunt. I need you to fuck me! Fuck me good!”

I moved between her legs and aimed my head between her already slick pussy lips. Cheryl wrapped her legs around me and pulled me inside her hot, wet cunt.

“Oh god! It’s been so long since I’ve had a hard cock inside me!” Cheryl’s head jolted back. “Oh fuck! I’ve forgotten how good it feels!”

Her legs held me tightly so I could only use short thrusting moves to fuck her. It didn’t take long for her to cum the first time. By the time we finished, I think we had performed more than half the positions from the book of karma sutra. All the good ones anyway.

My mind wasn’t really on the meeting as Mr. Cameron prattled on a bit about the year in review and the current fiscal status. I looked over at Geoff unreservedly hung on to every word Mr. Cameron spouted out; clapped at the appropriate times and tsk-ed when then news was bad. I projected.

“What fucking drivel this is!” I read Geoff’s thoughts. “When will this dickhead retire so he can recommend me as his replacement? Giving him those expectation number should help especially if he presents them to the board.”

“Christ!” I thought. “I knew he was a suck up and now I know his ultimate plan!”

It was too late to do anything as Mr. Cameron asked if there were any questions. He sat down before anyone could ask.

“That was great, Mr. Cameron.” Everyone’s eyes rolled back as Geoff applauded enthusiastically. “Of course all of us will work harder and make sure we exceed expectations!”

“How was the meeting?” Cheryl asked as she closed my office door behind her.

“That fucking Geoff! What a fucking, ass-kissing idiot!” I slumped into my leather back executive chair. “All meeting all he did was suck up to Cameron.”

“Let me take your mind off of him.” Cheryl smiled and pulled up her hem flashing her pussy that I had filled with my cum this morning. “At least for a little while.”

By the time she knelt before me and pulled my out, I was already hard. A big gob of clear pre-cum formed a bead like a cherry on a sundae. Cheryl licked it and then stroked out a little more. “Fuck, Gere. I love your cock. It was all I could think of the rest of the day.”

“Yeah, me too.” I lied. “I mean I thought about you all meeting.”

“Liar!” She gently bit my knob, smiled then lowered her mouth over my erection. “Mmm…!

Her head bobbed up and down like a derrick pumping for oil. She was going to get a gusher soon. “Oh gawd, Cheryl! You’re going to make me cum!”

“No! No!” She scolded and then mounted me. Her cunt was scalding hot. “Come inside me now!”

Not that I could help it but I immediately started firing my load into her. “Uuuh! Uuuh! Uuu…H!”

“Oh fuck. That was nice.” She chuckled. “I needed that before I head for home to teeny dick!”

“Knock! Knock! Knock!” Came from the office door.

Cheryl quickly dismounted me and for some reason decided to hide under my desk. I’m not sure why since it would be normal for my secretary and me to have a private meet. The door cracked open. I didn’t get a chance to zip up but turned and tucked my legs under the desk as much as I could.

“Gere?” Mr. Cameron stuck his head through the door. “Sorry to disturb you. I thought I could hear some rustling about. What’s that smell?”

“Err… Mr. Cameron! It must be Cheryl’s perfume. She was just here a few minutes ago.” Cheryl’s hand grabbed my dick and squeezed it. “A..N..D! It’s pretty nice, isn’t it!”

“John. Call me John when we’re alone.” Uncertain, Mr. Cameron continued. “What did you think of the meeting?”

“John.” A pregnant pause to gather my thoughts as Cheryl started to stroke me. “I thought it was fine.”

“No, I want your real opinion.” John said frankly. “I respect you and what you might have to say.”

“Well, overall I thought the presentation was good and presented well.” It was hard to concentrate with Cheryl rubbing my slick pre-cum over my knob. “Some of the expected numbers seemed to be a little high with what our current actuals are.”

“That what I thought too!” John smiled at my honesty. “I based it on what Geoff gave me.”