Coverted and Re-Coverted

I told you already how impressed I was by a story called "Coverted", that you can find on the Erotic Mind Control Story Archive.

A simple story of corruption, it shows us goody-two-shoes preacher's daughter Sharon falling under the spell of a gipsy woman, and then first corrupt her good-boy boyfriend, and then be corrupted by her now-bad-boy boyfriend.

It's fun, it's sexy, it's deliciously evil, and it ends with a cliffhanger, the now thoroughly corrupt, nasty leather-girl Sharon planning to go on and "make over" her whole family.

But the story was posted in 2012, and the sequel never showed up, much to my pain and frustration.

So I decided to write my own.

It was, actually, the first naughty story I wrote.

Now I've done a little revision, and I'll rewrite a few bits on the fly as Ipost it, but I said to myself that if I don't start publishing it, it never will.

So here we go.

I called it "Re-Coverted", and this is the first chapter.

[I suggest you read the original, as this opens the morning after the final scene there]

1

Sharon woke up in a mess, exhausted and hung-over, and it felt great.

With a groan and a yawn she stretched, arching her back. Her body was bathed in sweat, her short pale hair matted to her skull. Every muscle in her body ached exquisitely.

By her side, Ben was snoring gently, his big hand proprietorially cradling her pussy.

She smiled drunkenly and rolled on her side. He kept sleeping. It had been quite a workout, she had to admit.

She sat, rubbing her eyes. She stood, staggered, tried to keep her balance. Her foot hit something.

"Fuck!" she hissed as an empty vodka bottle rolled on the floor. Her mouth tasted of booze and of Ben's cock. She arched her back again. Her first hangover, she wanted to savour it to the hilt.

She sat back again. On the nightstand, she fumbled for the Marlboros.

She snapped the zippo closed and rolled the smoke on her tongue before inhaling, the nicotine buzz taking away the edge of her hangover but making her more aware of the thumping in her temples.

She chuckled.

She walked to the bathroom, stepping over the tangle of leather clothes at the foot of the bed.

In the bathroom, she took a long voluptuous pee while she smoked. As she got out, she stared at her makeup-smeared face in the bathroom mirror and she grinned at herself, running a hand through her short hair.

She crossed the living room and walked in the kitchen, the floor tiles cold under her bare feet.

From the refrigerator, she picked a can of Bud, popped it and took a log mouthful.

"Shit," she said around the bitterness of the beer.

"Fuck!" she said. She was already feeling better. She killed the first can and popped another.

The clock on the wall said it was well past ten.

A sound caused her to turn. A key turned in the lock and the door swung open.

Heidy slipped in, her face slack, her eyes unfocused. She was wearing a skin-tight leather mini and a T-shirt that read 'Lick me all over', and strappy sandals.

The brunette closed the door quietly, turned and saw Sharon. She froze.

They stood like that for a long minute, the wasted brunette staring at the stark naked, desperately hungover platinum blonde.

"Who the hell...?" Heidy said, then her eyes widened and she did a double take. "Oh, Jesus Christ!" she whispered.

"Hi there, sister!" Sharon grinned, striking a pose and lifting her beer in a toast.

Heidy took a step forward, her heavily rouged lips forming a perfect O.

Sharon took a long pull from the cigarette and blew a plume of smoke at her friend's face.

"Well?" she asked in a low voice, "Do you like what you see, Heidy?"

The brunette's surprised expression turned into a wide grin. "Oh, fuck, Sharon..."

"Yes, a lot, really," the blonde replied, grinning. "But you knew that already, right?" She arched her back, stretching. “I thought after all the fucking, it was high time I came to terms with my inner slut.”

Heidy started giggling. "Oh, fuck, Sharon, honey, you did it after all..."

Sharon shrugged and dropped the cigarette stub in an ashtray. "Should have done it years ago," she said. "It feels so fucking great."

"You did it!" the other repeated, her grin widening. "And you are...."

Heidy came closer and with her fingertips brushed the onyx dangling from her friend's navel.

Sharon laughed.

"You're so..." Heidy breathed.

"Hot?"

The brunette nodded. "You're hot as fuck, babe."

Ben walked out of the bedroom to find Sharon and Heidy kneeling on the sofa, locked in an intense french kiss. Sharon was completely naked, and had one hand under Heidy's tight T-shirt, massaging her ample breast. Heidy was running a hand up and down Sharon's back.

Ben laughed and stood there looking at them, arms crossed.

Finally, the two women unlocked and Sharon saw him.

"Hi, lover!" she laughed. She passed the back of her wrist over her lips. "Enjoying the show?"

"I did not want to interrupt you."

The brunette waved hello.

"Heidy here," Sharon explained, standing up, "wanted to know how my tongue barbell felt, so I made her taste it."

Ben grinned. "I see."

Heidy giggled. "I want one, too!" She ran to Ben. “I bet it makes your cock feel wonderful,” she breathed, embracing him. He patted her ass, and slowly kissed her, his other hand grasping her tit.

Sharon pretended shock. “So you two were screwing, after all!” she exclaimed.

Heidy looked at her, flapping her lashes. “Sharon, honey, have you seen his cock?”

Sharon laughed. “I did not just watch it, bitch!”

Ben chuckled. “And have you seen her rack?”

“Ditto, babe.”

Heidy sighed, rubbing herself against Ben’s naked body. “It was impossible to resist.”

Sharon sashayed to Ben and offered him her mouth. “I can’t disagree with you guys,” she whispered.

He took her, their tongues playing wetly, while he gripped her buttock with his hand and she pushed her thigh against his massive erection.

"I was going for a shower," Sharon said when finally she pulled her tongue out of his throat. "Feel like scrubbing my back?"

He gave a deep chuckle, rubbing her ass. "We'll be crowded in there," he said.

She smirked. "That's the idea."

They disappeared in the bathroom door, leaving Heidy slowly stroking herself between her legs.

"This is going to be so fun," the brunette said to herself with a sigh, lighting a cigarette.

In the shower, hot water streaming over their naked bodies, Ben took her from behind, pushing her against the white tiles, squashing her tits against the cold hard surface.

She groaned as he pushed inside her, relishing the sensation, enjoying the ride.

This was the man she had dreamed of, a badass biker stud, hung like a horse and capable of filling her to the throat.

He came, hot, blurting an obscenity that made her laugh as the high of the first orgasm of the day took her to paradise.

He let her go and she slid down against the wall, water rolling over her skin. She turned, grabbing him, smiling as he stiffened to her touch.

She stared him in the eye as she slowly massaged his tool, feeling it throb against her palm.

"Feel like a blowjob, big man?"

He caressed her nipples. "Who doesn't?" he smiled.

She pushed him out of the shower, an evil light in her eyes.

"Indeed," she grinned, kneeling. "Who doesn't?"

Her full lips closed around his purple head, and she started putting the barbell to good use.