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Mesmerized

By: Rum



I want to thank coco1979 for her help, although I didn't take ALL of her advice. She is a superb editor.

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Her breasts are almost perfect, I was thinking as she took me back into her mouth. I could see them disappear and reappear as she worked her head back and forth on my cock. They held my attention more than the magic that she was performing. That fact hit me like a slap, while she was blowing me. I almost stopped her at that moment. I wanted to look at her face. I love a pretty face and Janet was beautiful. No, she wasn't beautiful, she was fucking beautiful. There are degrees of beauty. Janet was at the pinnacle of my degrees. She was fucking beautiful. I always was a sucker for a pretty face and she drew me to her like the proverbial moth. Her face wasn't all that sucked me in, though. 

She was thin and her frame was almost perfect, too. She had small breasts and thin hips and a skinny ass. I can remember how I looked at her when we met. I remember seeing how the line of her jaw met her gracefully thin neck. I was taken by how just her neck attracted me. I had never noticed a woman's neck, before. Back then, however, I remembered thinking how feminine her neck was. How it just flowed down and joined her shoulders in a surreal vision. I continued my gaze down to the rest of her body. I saw her thin arms, her thin torso, her almost boyish hips. When I tried to return to her face, I lingered at the petite breasts. I was captivated by this woman. No, I was mesmerized by this woman.

Ok, let me stop right here and tell you the story from the beginning. I'm a single guy. I was divorced a few years ago and was sitting in the bleachers at my daughter's high school graduation ceremony When I first laid eyes on Janet, I sat in the bleachers and waited for the show to start. There were only a few people around me but it was early. Then Janet sat next to me. It was apparent that she knew the folks in front of us and I was sitting right behind a woman that Janet said hello to. I did the gentlemanly thing and stood up and offered to let her swap seats with me. She did the lady-like thing and thanked me as she slid into the warmed seat.

I wasn't really eavesdropping, I was minding my own business but it was impossible not to overhear her conversation with her friend. It's hard not to notice chit-chat when someone is sitting shoulder to shoulder next to you. She was obviously an intelligent woman. Then I began to really notice her. She was smartly dressed and she had short brown hair. There was a smattering of gray in the brunette color. Then I noticed her hands. There were five nicely shaped fingers on each hand. She had such feminine fingers with two rings on each hand. There wasn't a diamond or a gold ring where it was important.

I was smitten with this woman's beauty, poise and perfume. Normally I don't act on my impulses but after sitting next to her for some time, I could hardly contain myself. Towards the end of the ceremony, I leaned over and told her that I thought she was beautiful. I heard her say, "Thank you, that it so sweet." The rest of her reply was lost in the speaker's address so I didn't hear her. I was self-conscious at my own audacity. I rose from my seat, took her hand and asked her to take a walk with me. Her surprise was very evident. She asked me where I was going, so I told her that I was going outside to have a smoke and that I would be honored if she would accompany me. "But I don't smoke", she said. "That's alright. If you join me I'll smoke for us both". Christ, I felt so lame saying that! I smiled at her as she rose and followed me down the bleacher steps. When we went through the doors, I realized that we were still holding hands and I was still smiling. I turned to her and saw that she was smiling, too.

"I'm Jim but my friends call me Rum", I told her. Her reply was just as lame. "I'm Janet." I felt that at that moment I didn't want to say anything else. I just wanted to hold her hand and just...be. I think they call it being in the moment. I think she felt a little out of place right then. With a silly grin she said, "I thought you wanted to smoke?" All I can remember is that my vision took all of her poise in while I was looking into her eyes. "What I really want is to ask you for you phone number because I'd like to call you and talk to you about everything in your life. I'd like to get to know you. I didn't want to ask you in front of the entire auditorium, though." 

Janet asked me if I had a pen and paper. "Uh, no, I don't," I informed her. Talk about feeling like a dummy! "That's ok," she said, "I think I have something." She then commenced to fish around in her purse and shortly came up with a pen. I handed her a deposit receipt from yesterday's bank visit. After she wrote down her number, I thanked her and told her that I'd call her tomorrow night and announced that I was going to be on my way. The ensuing pause let me appreciate her smile before I said, "But before I leave, I want you to know that I've never felt so bold in asking a lady for her number." I turned to leave and then thought better of it and asked her if she wanted me to walk her back to her seat. I think she knew just how tense I was, because she brightly said, "No, that won't be necessary. I do hope you call, though." "Oh, I'll call," I assured her.

Walking to my car, I remember thinking that if I had another leg, I would have kicked myself. Today, I'm not sure if that kick would have been for leaving without engaging her in a conversation, or at my forwardness in asking for her number. I did call her, and to my delight, she was as captivating in conversation as she was in the flesh. We talked for an eternity. We talked about nothing and everything and before we rang off, we agreed to go out and have dinner the following weekend. I didn't want to wait that long and told her that I'd like to at least call again before then. "OK," she said. "Why don't we see a movie on Wednesday night?" Christ, this was going well, I thought. "Sure, that would be great. Tell me where you live and what time I should come over for you." Well, the arrangements were made and I made a note that she didn't live all that far from where I lived when I was married. 

We dated a few times and I was really love-struck. I mean, she was sexy, intelligent and great to be with. So that's how I came to be here with Janet. We have been dating for about three months now and I still cannot get over just how our sex lives meshed. The first time we were intimate was just your average incredible missionary position, after that we opened up sexually. I discovered that she was more into sucking cock than making love via vaginal penetration. I made sure that she got as much pleasure as I could deliver, too.

That pretty much brings us to this moment. I'm sitting here on my bed with her kneeling before me taking me as deeply into her mouth as she can. I'm looking at her breasts, though. I simply can't ever get enough of the sight of her breasts appearing as she moves her head along my cock.

Let me describe those breasts to you. As I said, they are small...size 34, I think. They're capped by small brown nipples. But what turns me on the most is the shape of them. They're small but just about a perfect mound in their fullness. It's like they fit perfectly in my hands. They show their mass by drooping at the base...just enough so that the nipple looks upward slightly. They draw my attention so much that I have to reach down and caress them while she is worshiping my cock. Her sigh makes me realize that she deeply appreciates my caress. It isn't a caress, though. It's more like adoration on my part. Although this isn't the first time I've worshipped her breasts, I can't keep my hands off of her tits while we kiss or make love or while she sucks me off. 

She says that she can't keep from doing the same to my dick. She is almost insatiable when it comes to worshipping my cock. We make love. We fuck. I'll do anything for her pleasure that I can think of. I go down on her as often as is possible. I want to get her off any way that I can but I love having her get off with my mouth. I love that she loves to get me off with her mouth. And she says that she loves to swallow after I blow my load on her tongue. She says that it is the most erotic thing she can do for her man and that it turns her on immensely. I assure her that it's the same for me. I love to come in her mouth.

Today, however, something pops into my head. Caressing her perfect breasts while seeing my cock enveloped and reappearing with her coating of saliva, the thought just bursts into my consciousness. So I lean over and place my face near her left ear and whisper, "Jan, I can't tell you how turned on I am seeing you suck me off. I can't describe how erotic your breasts feel in my hands while you do it. I want to do something that we haven't done before, though." She doesn't stop but she does slow down. I know that she hears the passion in my voice. I raise my torso so that I can look her in the eye while I tell her what I want to do. I see the question in her eyes. I see my cock-head just inside her mouth. I feel her tongue licking at the slit in my cock-head. Not licking, really. 

She's just moving her tongue along the slit waiting for me to tell her what's on my mind, like we've done every time we've had sex. We have that kind of relationship. We can tell each other anything, sexually. I don't say anything right away. I can't raise the will to do anything that would cause the eroticism of the moment to pass. While looking at her face stuffed with my cock, I groan my appreciation of this singular moment. I know full well that she also feels totally in this moment, that she feels engulfed by the sheer lust. I know that she revels in making my body hum with desire to explode my load in her wanton mouth. I know that I'm not very composed here. All of these thoughts explode through my consciousness in an instant.

While I see the craving in her eyes, I feel the nipples of her breasts in my palms, I whisper more. "Jan, I want to massage my cum into your breasts. Just before I blow my load, I want you to take me out of your mouth and rub my cock back and forth across your magnificent lips. While I'm cumming, continue to rub me across your lips, don't let me come in your mouth. I want my cum to drip down your lips and chin to fall on your tits. Ok?" She doesn't say a word. She doesn't make any sign that she understands. Her assent is spoken by her return to the brilliant blow job. The other outward acknowledgement is her moan. I know that she will do it and I can't contain my own growl of anticipation. I continue to see her bob back and forth on my cock. I see the swell of her breasts covered by my hands. I remove my hands because I want to see her perfect nipples in all their coffee colored glory. But I also feel at the crest of my orgasm. I moan out to her that I'm going to cum. 

My head whiplashes back and I almost lose the sight in ecstasy. Just as I start to spray her faultless lips I look down to see that my cock throbs in her hand. I see the splash into her lips. I see the first spurt make a dribble down to her chin and hang there for an instant. When the second burst erupts, I see the line of sperm slowly leak from her chin towards her tit. She reacted like I had told her what to do, although I hadn't. She arched her back and thrust out those splendid breasts so that I could watch how they caught my discharge. I watched. I felt my throbbing eruption and watched my cum seep over her lips and collect on her breasts. My subsequent squirts dribbled down her face and dripped onto her breasts. She continued to lave my cock across her gooey lips while I watched. I don't think that I've ever been so high, so turned on, and so overcome with lust.

Janet removed me from her lips, eventually. I saw the raw lust in her eyes and hoped that she could see that same lust in mine. I saw the tip of her tongue peek out from her mouth and lick what she could from her lips. I know that she loves that taste of sperm and I wouldn't ever deny her that pleasure. I watched her collect what she could with her tongue. I slowly brought my hands back to her breasts and caressed her globes as I would do whenever we descended into our primal dance. Only this time I could feel the warm, wet, sticky trails of my cum on her tits. I massaged the wetness across her breasts and across her nipples.

While she held her chest out to my massage I gently pushed her backward so that she lay on the floor. In her descent, I saw the lust in her eyes and the cum on her lips and as I covered her body with my own, I kissed her lips. I had never had the desire to kiss another woman after I blew my load into her mouth, before. Indeed, I had never done it but this was different. The feeling of my orgasm as well as the method of achieving it was by far the most erotic thing I had ever experienced and after I broke the kiss, I told her so. I always want to gloriously cum in her perfect mouth or on her perfect lips and breasts...and I always want to tell her so.

Mesmerized



"You know I'm going to fuck you... Don't you?" he asked.

"Uh... um..." she replied.

"And you know I'm going to run my fat black dick up and down in between your big creamy-white tits while you suck it." he continued.

"Uh... Umm..." she stammered.

"And you know I'll have you begging for my big black cock before I'm through with you."

"When?" was all she could say...

I stood there at the kitchen sink not believing what I had just heard. I had come inside to refill the drinks, and turned on the intercom to ask if there was anything else when I heard the conversation between my wife and Duane.

Duane and Keisha are co-workers of Terri's (my wife) and we had just spent the evening together, dinner and drinks and recently retired to the hot tub. Keisha had excused herself to go to the bathroom. I offered to refresh everyone's drink leaving Terri and Duane alone in the tub.

Terri always spoke about the sexual tension at work. How she, Duane and Keisha were always flirting, making subtle references to sex, and the overall daily innuendo. She said it was all in fun as Duane and Keisha were happily married and didn't think that anyone was taking anything very seriously. She also told me that she had confided some of our "bedroom secrets" to Keisha over a bottle of wine one night when I was away on business.

Terri is a beautiful 40 year old full-figured brunette with deep brown eyes a gorgeous smile that just says blowjob. She has 42D tits and all the right curves in all the right places. I've always enjoyed the looks she gets when she is dressed to kill, and with that smile and those tits, she draws a lot of attention. Flirtatious in nature, once she gets your attention, she is sure to keep it.

Duane is a very handsome man with a medium build and the darkest complexion I've ever seen. His wife, Keisha is an absolutely stunning woman; Not nearly as dark as Duane, her complexion is a creamy-chocolate flavor accentuated by rich, full red lips and dark brown eyes. She seems to be part Asian, perhaps Filipino with a slender build but with a nice but not too large pair of full breasts.

While getting the hot tub ready, I also noticed that Duane was a very "GIFTED" man. His cock was at least 9 inches long (flaccid) and easily 2 inches in diameter. I could only imagine how big it was fully aroused. Now it seemed that my wife was going to find out... First Hand!

I couldn't believe my ears. Here was a man seducing my wife almost in my presence.

I also couldn't believe how this all was affecting me. On one hand, I wanted to run right outside, put an abrupt end to things, and send Duane home. On the other, I had the biggest hard-on of my entire life. I just stood there, staring off into space, dumbfounded.

"You've never been with a black man have you" he said.

"Uh-uh" she answered.

"I'm going to enjoy being your first. You're going to enjoy it too... aren't you?"

"Yes..."

"You're wondering what it's like to hold a big, thick, hard, black cock aren't you?"

"Um..." she stammered.

"Maybe I should tell you to take it in your hand and find out" he hinted.

"Please don't" was her response.

"Why not?" he asked rhetorically. "Because you'll not only do it, but you'll do anything else I ask won't you?"

"Please, just please... Don't ask me... Not here... Not now..." she whimpered.

Just then, I sensed movement to my left. I turned as Keisha's hand reached out past me and hit the mute button on the intercom.

"If you're thinking of putting an end to this, now is your only chance. He's getting her under his spell, and once she lays hands on that magnificent cock of his, she will be totally mesmerized by it."

She looked down at my hard cock and back at me.

"I guess we're going to stay here a while and listen then aren't we" she said licking her lips. "It's ok" she said, gently grasping my erection. "He has that way with women. He won't hurt her, but he will make her a slave to his cock for a while. In time, she'll get past it, but for now, she'll be his to do as he pleases."

"But..." I couldn't come up with the words I needed to say.

Stroking my cock, she said: "Really, it's alright. He's a good man, and I do love him, I just have to allow him his indiscretions every now and then. And she is really in for a treat, and like I said, she'll get over it with time."

I was still at a loss for words.

"In the interim, there's no reason that you and I can't have some fun of our own" she continued. Her right hand took my cheek, turning me into her and she drove her tongue deep into my mouth. 

I responded with vigor. My hands found her breasts. I marveled at their firmness, and the way she gasped as I tweaked her chocolate-brown nipples.

Our kiss was interrupted by the intercom.

"Go ahead... Take my cock... Hold it, feel it, get to know it. You two are going to be great friends" he instructed her.

"Yeah baby... That's it... Doesn't that feel good in your hand?" he asked.

"Oh... Oh my!" Terri whispered.

I could just picture my wife with that huge black cock in her hand, holding it, staring at it, slowly creeping closer and closer to it.

"How big will it get?" she asked.

"Give it a minute baby, and you'll see." he replied.

"Oh, my" she repeated herself.

"Yeah baby... Ain't that the finest piece of meat you've ever seen?"

"It's so thick... It's so long... And it's so silky..." She was totally mesmerized by his now-raging hard-on.

Keisha looked up at me and said: "Terri's told me about some of your bedroom antics. How you share your fantasies, and how you've admitted that you'd like to see her get fucked by another man. Let's go over by the window so we can both watch." Keisha told me. "I'd like to see her with him myself. She has a great body, and I'd love to see the two of them together."

She led me over to the window by my cock, still stroking me. I looked out and watched as my wife held Duane's erect prick in her hand. She was cupping it with one hand as she caressed up and down its entire length with the other. Duane's cock had grown to an impressive eleven inches and was easily as thick as a beer can. As she cupped his balls, my hand found its way to Keisha's pussy. Here I was, playing with a beautiful woman's cunt while my wife was fondling her husband's dick.

Keisha moaned slightly as my finger gently entered her folds. She gripped my dick harder and I responded in kind.

"You like the feel of that don't you" Duane told her. "If you think it's silky in your hand, see how it feels against your cheek."

Slowly, Terri approached and rubbed her cheek against his shaft. She cooed and nodded her head up and down against it.

"Oh, yeah baby... That's it now... I'm gonna really enjoy this" he said.

She looked up into his eyes, smiled and kissed the head of his cock. Over and over again she kissed it, slowly moving up and down his shaft, kissing, licking, and (for lack of a better term) worshiping it.

I found Keisha's G-spot and began to work it feverishly. She threw her arms around my neck as her knees buckled in orgasm. I drove my tongue deep in her throat as her orgasm began to peak. Now working her clit and g-spot, I introduced her to (what I later found out to be) her first extended orgasm.

As if in sync with me and Keisha, Duane told Terri to stand up. She obediently stood before him. The water ran down between her breasts and streamed across her pussy. I guessed that there was a lot more moisture there than from just the hot tub... 

"Baby, I've been looking forward to this moment since your first day at work, but your body is sexier than I ever imagined. Step closer... show me what you got."

Totally under his spell, she obeyed.

He drew her close as his thick lips attached themselves to her nipple. Terri moaned and reached for his cock.

"I love these big tits of yours... Almost as much as you seem to love my big dick. I can't wait to run my cock between your big titties... I can't wait to fuck you." 

Duane reached out and began to finger her sopping pussy. She parted her legs, granting him better access. He pulled his finger out and put it to his mouth.

"I love the taste and smell of white pussy..." He returned his hand to her womanhood and began to stroke in and out.

Terri leaned into him, her hand still trying to encompass his cock but too small to wrap all the way around.

I increased my efforts on Keisha's pussy, taking her orgasm to a higher level. Her ecstasy had left her completely incoherent as her entire body quivered in time to my motions.

"Maybe I should just fuck you right here" Duane said as he released Terri's pussy.

"What?" she asked.

He pushed her back down on the edge of the tub.

"I think that you want me to stuff my cock up that sweet pussy of yours... Right here and right now..." He rubbed his engorged purple cock-head up and down her slit.

She gasped.

"Yeah... I think I should just go ahead and fuck you right here. I can tell you want it."

"Please, not here, not now... My husband, your wife... They'll catch us." she pleaded.

He continued to rub her slit with his huge cock. She began to shudder with orgasm.

"When then? You know you are going to get it. You know you are going to beg for it. You'll never be right until you get stuffed full of this black-snake!" he laughed.

"Please... not now... not here..."

"Tell me you want it. Tell me how badly you need it." He nudged it closer, nearly penetrating her lips and she hooked her keels around his behind.

"Oh god! I want it... God I need it. But please, not here, not now..." She reached down, replacing his hand with hers and continued to rub his cock across her pussy. "God I want you, but please, please don't fuck me here..."

Duane withdrew his cock and rammed two fingers deep insider her. She clutched him around the neck as she came and came on his hand. He pushed her back down into the tub. His massive cock was wavering in front of her face.

" Now that you know I can fuck you when ever I want to... But if not now then what are you gonna do for this? You made this dick hard, now it's up to you to make it soft again!" he laughed.

"Is this what you want?" She said, taking the huge cock-head in her mouth. Coming up for air, she asked "Do you want to fuck my mouth? Or do you want to run your big fat dick up between my tits?" she asked placing his cock deep within her cleavage.

Terri has always prided herself on her ability to suck cock. At first, she thought that it was just me, but after sucking off a few other men, she knows that there is no man alive who can hold out when she is determined to get a load out of him.

She pushed her tits against his cock and stared up into his eyes as she jacked his cock with her jugs.

"Do you like to fuck my tits? Do you like the sight of your big, fat, hard dick working its way in and out of my titties?" She took the massive head back in her mouth as he continued to tit-fuck her. Duane's knees began to buckle and he braced himself on her shoulders. "Are you ready to come on them?" She took another mouthful of his cock deep in her throat. "Come on baby... Give me your seed..." Another suck... "Shoot it all over my tits..." She began to jack him off with both hands. " Come on baby...I want to see it blast out of that black monster of yours"

She obviously wanted him to come quickly, but was clearly enjoying the moment. She apparently wasn't totally under his control, but she wasn't planning on stopping either.

Duane's eyes rolled back into his head as his cock erupted all over her tits. As he finished, she took the head in her mouth and sucked him clean. She then wiped the jism from her tits and licked it all up.

I set Keisha down gently and withdrew my fingers from her cunt. I slowly massaged her bush as she returned to reality.

"Why did you stop? Keisha asked.

I pointed outside. Terri and Duane were collecting themselves.

"We need to get back out there... We've been in here for a while, not that they are keeping track of time, but we should get back outside." I told her. "You are going to need a moment yourself... I'll call out on the intercom and get us a minute.

Turning the intercom back on I called "Honey, the Merlot is empty. Is there another bottle?"

She stuttered "Look behind the bar" clearly not fully composed. "See if you can find the Rosemont... It's in a big black bottle and I think I'd like to suck, er, drink some of that next."

I opened the bottle. Keisha came over and kissed me. "I have to get you in my bed" she said. "Terri told me how you can get her going for a long time... She's told me all your secrets, and I need to experience them... all of them." She squeezed my dick as she turned toward the door.

Now I needed a minute before I could go outside...

Returning to the tub, Terri and Duane were sitting close. Keisha slid over next to me. "So you're going to Ft. Worth next week? I have business in Dallas. We should get together for dinner" she offered.

Duane smiled. "We have a lot of work next week. I guess it's just as well that you two are going to be out of town, because Terri and I will be putting in some very late nights."

It was then that I noticed her hand in his lap and her arm making imperceptible stroking movements.

Duane and Keisha left shortly after 1 AM. Terri and I went upstairs and fucked until dawn. She was horny as goat. I couldn't believe the way she went after my cock. Duane had gotten her off, but not completely satisfied her. I didn't care at that point... Keisha had me hot but left me hanging and now I had one hot mamma begging me for a fuck and I was sure going to give it to her. We were both ready to go all night and didn't stop until the sun was shining through the window. I'm sure she was thinking of Duane, at least part of the time but that was ok. Half the time, I was thinking of her sucking that huge dick, and the other half, I was thinking of how much I was going to love fucking Keisha... for a week.



Mesmerized



It has been a long day at work. I roll my shoulders, shuffling through the front door. The lights are off, and you're not home for another hour. I drop my bag, already forgotten in the hallway and make a direct line for our bedroom. I push the door open with my hip as I drag my blouse over my head, dropping it at my feet. My fingers come to the zip of my dress pants undoing it quickly as I step out on my heels. I wiggle my hips, pushing down my pants before stepping out of them. I run my hands over my stocking hips before sitting on the bed and slowly rolling them down. I shuffle back and relax on our bed, bringing my arms up behind me catching the clip of my bra; I feel the release, moaning as my breasts fall free hanging fully for the first time since this morning. I massage my breasts cupping and lifting their fullness before letting them fall free. I collect my pillows arranging them in a stack before laying back on them. I feel the cool sheets against my skin. Sinking into the pillows I unclip my hair and drag my fingers through it, releasing the tangles. Turning I reach out and tap play on the docked Ipod. Michael Buble' sexy croons fill my little Oasis and I smile.

I close my eyes; the soft light through the window enables me to see the red haze from under my eyelids. Sighing I raise my hands over my head, my elbows bent, I catch my fingers on the base of the headboard, arcing my back pressing my breasts up, feeling my nipples tighten in the cool air. I murmur letting my arms come back down, the soft fabric brushing my back and shoulders. In my minds eye I imagine us kissing, your soft lips pressed to mine, your stubble grazing the sensitive skin of my lips and chin as you take my mouth, thrusting your tongue into my willing mouth. I turn my head slightly, feeling the fabric brush against my jaw and cheek as I imagine you kissing along my cheek to my jaw before working your way up to my ear and nipping the ear lobe. I can almost feel your heavy weight between my legs, your hardening cock pressing against my thigh as I grind on you. I shudder as I imagine your chest hairs teasing my nipples as you press me down into the mattress. 

I let my hands brush my collarbone, the warmth of my fingertips against the coolness of my breastbone causing me to catch my breath slightly. I pause brushing back an forth over the bone, then moving further down, feather light touches - skimming up the peeks of my breasts. I let my fingers circle my nipples, feeling them tighten further at my gentle touch, catching them between my thumb and four finger, I roll them, squeezing them firmly, causing a moan to pass my lips. I pull them a little bit harder feeling the ache spread along my nerves and a smile breaks onto my lips as I feel a growing wetness in my pussy. I squirm in my panties, one of my knees coming up to rub my thighs against one another. I pull my nipples again, feeling my clit throb in response. I release my nipples remorsefully; pushing my hands down I lay my hands flat on my ribs under my breasts. Ever so slowly I let my hands skim down my belly, I shiver as my fingers run over the sensitive skin between my belly button and pubic bone – I let my hands float over my mound coasting my fingers along my thighs. Starting at the outter hip, I slowly inch them in, feeling my skin goosebump under the delicate touch. My thighs spreading naturally as I caress closer to my aching pussy, the sensitive flesh begging to be touched.

Moaning I let my fingers skim my pussy lips, pressing slightly harder on my clit though my white panties. Rubbing slow circles, I feel my wetness soaking my panties. I bring my free hand to my nipples, unable to resist pulling and twisting one then the other. I let my fingers skim the waist of my panties, slowly creeping under. My fingertips brush my cropped pubic hair, soft but slightly prickly under my fingers. I push down, shuddering as I feel my finger brush my budding clit. I groan, as my finger presses heavily on my clit, quickly my other hand come to my panties, yanking them down and quickly kicking them off. 

Spreading my legs wide I start to rub my clit, letting my fingers slide down, I dip them into my wet pussy, collecting some of my juices I bring it back to my clit and start to rub again, faster now, my knees raised, feet flat on the bed so I can push my hips up into my hand. My moaning is loader now; hungry for the shooting pleasure I'm providing myself with. My eyelashes flutter as I imagine your hands on me, parting my thighs so you can brush your soft lips against my pussy lips. I arch my back imagining your heavy weight holding me down, your hair, thick between my fingers as I twist and pull it, your hot breath on my heated skin, my pussy lips slick and shining under your divine touch. I imagine your fingers slipping inside of me, as I slide mine inside myself, one then quickly another as I moan and roll over, pinning my hand under me. I moan, feeling the deeper penetration as I roll my hips, grinding down on my fingers. 

My breath comes out in short sharp breaths. Turning my face to the side I push my hair out of my face, pressing my fingers into the mattress as I draw my fingers out, finding my clit and rubbing it insistently. I start to groan in the back of my throat. I can feel my blood rushing in my ears, my eyes are shut and I see flashes of you, moving towards me, grabbing my hips and dragging me back to line up my dripping pussy with your throbbing cock. I whimper imagining it pressing into me, one solid thrust. My fingers are now slick with my juices I lift my hips, almost getting to my knees; I slip my fingers back into my aching pussy. Thrusting quickly, I'm moaning on every breath. 

Suddenly I feel two big warm hands on my calves, I half scream from the surprise. I go to roll over and you press me down with your hands, running your hands up behind my knees, spreading my legs wider. I feel the cool air on my pussy lips; I shiver as you run your hands up my thighs, your thumbs grazing my inner thighs. The light pressure on soft skin, I push back with my arse, as your fingers inch closer to my begging pussy.

I hear your soft chuckle "Ah so needy, I can smell it, but don't stop pleasuring yourself my sweet" your breath is tickling the skin of thighs as you move up my body. 

Your knees now between mine you press them apart further effectively pinning me down to the bed. You kiss my left arse cheek biting the smooth skin. I groan feeling my pussy flood with warm. Your hands run over my arse cheeks, spreading them, your fingers running along my arse crack, grazing my arse hole. I shudder pushing back against you. You ignore my efforts, kissing and licking up my spine. I squirm as you run your hands along my hips and the inward curve of my waist, out toward my breast. You catch my arms pushing them up away from my pussy, causing them to become trapped somewhere around my waist. I groan, frustrated by the suddenly empty feeling. My clit throbs in protest, demanding attention and I can't stop myself when I grind down against the mattress, seeking some form of relief. I feel you laugh softy against my shoulder, giving me a fond nip. I turn my head to look over my shoulder at you; your were leaning over my now, braced on your elbows I can feel your hard cock pressed between my arse cheeks though your work pants. You grind slightly against me and we both moan. I feel the light fabric of your pants cling to my wet pussy lips as I spread my legs even further to take better impact of your cock against me. Brushing my hair aside you kiss my neck, making me shiver under you. You work your way up to my ear giving it a gentle kiss.

"Do you have any idea how delicious you looked when I walked through the door my sweet?" You ask in a husky purr. I shake my head slightly and you tut softly in my ear. 

"Though... your efforts were just beautiful to watch, I thought I could be of service." You say before kissing my neck and pushing up onto your knees. Before sitting back on your calves and starting to unbutton your business shirt.

A smile splits my face as I get up on my knees as well, raising my arse towards you and looking over my shoulder at you. I see you look at me, before your eyes drop to my pussy lips, swollen and slick with my juices. I grin and then roll over, now on my back I lay back on the pillows. I look over your body as you remove your shirt; the thick hair on your chest looks soft to the touch. I bring my hands to my breasts, catching my nipples in a firm pinch as I place one leg on either side of your body, opening myself to you. You give a soft groan in the back of your throat as you look down at my offering. I snuggle down into the pillows as you start to kiss your way down my leg, starting with the inside of my knee. I shiver as you slowly creep closer; your hands making a soft sound along the sheets are you slide forward. Your hands come up to hook around my hips as you place the last soft kiss on my inner thigh.

I take a deep breath, knowing you're looking directly at me now, I can feel your gaze like a caress on my flushed skin, I shift a leg, opening myself further to you as I feel your fingers spread me slowly. The soft puff of air as you breathe out, drawing closer still I squeeze my nipples feeling the antipation building inside of me, before the first nuzzle of your lips, the spreading of my pussy lips further before the slight touch of your tongue on my clit. My hips lift, as shoots of pleasure run through me. I cup my breasts, rolling the nipples as you start to flick your tongue, one of my hands releases my breast, going to your head I catch your hair in my fingers, pulling you closer to me, I moan feeling you suck in breath around my dripping pussy.

"Oh... mmm yes baby... fucking lick my cunt.." I growl squeezing my fingers more tightly in your hair. I look down to see you watching me, as you stop and suck my clit, I groan, feeling the suction before you start to flick your tongue again. My hips move with your tongue, twisting and half bucking in the tight space between your face and the bed. Your fingers dig into my thighs, pinning me down to the bed, I suck in sharp gasps of air as you lick faster and faster. My eyes flutter closed and I imagine your cock in my mouth, sucking it aggressively. Filling my mouth over and over, I thrash my head, desperately wanting to buck up, to make you take more. You pull back and a whimper, my need for your touch is so great. You let go of one of my thighs and bring your hand between my legs. You run one of your fingers along my slit, at each up stroke you brush my throbbing clit. I can feel your pants on my skin, and I try and pull you back to me but your resist. 

Frustrated I feel a frown cross my face, as I look down at you to stop toying with me. As my eyes clash with yours, you thrust two fingers into my begging pussy, going easily to the third knuckle. My teeth click close and a I hiss through my teeth, squeezing your fingers tightly. The corner of your mouth kicks up and you lean forward once again tending my clit. You start off with slow thrusts, almost drawing all the way out before thrusting back in, making me grip you on each inward thrust. With less of a firm grip on my hips, I can grind down on you finger when they are fully inside of me, rolling my hips for maximum pleasure. Your fingers start to dig in to my skin as you start to focus on your task, I look down to see the top of your head between my thighs, your face almost out of view as you work my clit and pussy. My hands fall to the bed sheets and I grip them tightly as I feel my orgasm rising. 

"Faster... darling... harder..." I groan as I spread my legs wider, catching my feet on your thighs so I can let my knees sag out. I close my eyes again, imagining its your cock fucking me, hard and solid you impale me over and over, my pussy milking your thick shaft as you do so. I feel my skin prick with sweat, my knuckles almost white as I grasp the bed sheets. My breathing becomes short, I'm moaning on every breath. Helpless to stop the rising tide you are chasing. You slow your thrusts, feeling me shudder as I draw closer. 

"I... ohhhh.... I... umm.. ohhhh love..." I stutter, unable to get out the screaming thoughts in my head. You seem to understand; curling your fingers upwards you start to move them in a curling motion. I close my eyes, behind them I can see black swirling motions, that seems to move faster and faster as the pressure insie me builds. My breath coming out in only pants now I can't stop the tide. I feel my body shudder as the darkness behind my eyes explodes, becoming a white light. I open my mouth, sucking in air as the first wave hits me. I scream, my hips bucking aggressively as you use your free hand to hold me down. My whole body shakes, my hips bucking uncontrollably as wave after wave hits me. I can feel your fingers still inside me, thrusting as I cum around them. My head thrashes from side to side, my fingers twisting in the sheets. I feel the waves recede and I can't take the sensitive touch, I plant my feet and push you back. 

Gasping for breath I look down at you, sitting on your claves again, you have a cheeky grin on your face. Maintaining eye contact you creep forward over my body looking down at me, you softly brush your lips against mine, feeling my lips open under yours you kiss me deeply. I taste myself on your lips, moaning softly into your mouth. You roll to your side, I sigh curling into you. I hook my arm around your waist and close my eyes, fully satisfied.



Mesmerized



When Jenna looked back she traced the moment her life took a strange turn to the night she and the girls went to the hypnotist for Carrie's birthday. 

Before that night Jenna was a shy, self-contained woman. At twenty five she may have been a little bit prudish compared to the other women she knew, but her life had made sense to her. After that night, and ever since, her life had taken a turn. Jenna had become a sexual being in a way she never had been before. 

When someone suggested going to see a hypnotist show for Carrie's 27th birthday it had seemed like a great idea. Everyone loved the idea of the potential risk and fun of it. The guy had a great reputation for putting on fun, sexually titillating shows. He worked in adult only bars and apparently made his subjects perform all kinds of hilariously risqué activities.

Jenna could take or leave the sexual element to the show, but she did like the idea of people being made to do silly things for her amusement. Jenna had a wicked sense of humour and enjoyed laughing at people. 

Once the night began and the shooters were flowing the five of them agreed, with Jenna the lone holdout, that they would all get up and try to be hypnotized. Jenna went along with the ladies, but fear coiled in her belly. She was nervous about getting up on stage. 

It wasn't just that Jenna was shy, but more that her mother had instilled in her a sense of propriety that she had never been able to shake. Even in college when other girls were throwing off the bonds of repressive households and acting wildly Jenna held back.

One long term relationship in college and a messy public break-up left her cautious. She felt like an old wise man in a Kung-Fu movie deflecting would-be suitors by redirecting their energy elsewhere. If a guy came on strong she would let him slip by and crash. If they came up slowly and cautiously she would fade into the back-ground and disappear. 

She simply wasn't interested in having any messes in her emotional life. Public humiliation seemed like the worst thing that could happen to her, and yet for Carrie's birthday it seemed that was the price of her friendship. 

When the Hypnotist asked for volunteers and all her friend had jumped up Jenna reluctantly stood and went to the front of the bar with the crowd of other hopefuls.

The hypnotist, the Amazing Mesmer, was younger than she would have thought, in his late twenties or early thirties, and handsome in a neutral sort of way. He had shaggy dark brown hair that swept over his brow and grew just past his collar. His only dramatic characteristic was an artfully designed beard making his chin more pointed and elongated. 

He wore dark jeans, a white dress shirt open at the collar covered by a deep burgundy coloured velvet dress jacket. 

He was on a stage where bands would usually play, but there wasn't enough room for all the would-be subjects to stand so he had them all gather on the dance floor. He spoke to them over a microphone that was taped to his cheek and nearly invisible. He asked all those wanting to be hypnotized to hold their hands in front of them with fingers interlocked like they were begging except their index fingers. These were to be held upright a half inch apart, pointing to the ceiling.

"I want you to look at the space between your fingers. Keep that space open, don't let the fingers touch. If the fingers touch you will fall asleep. Look at that space and hold those fingers apart. They want to touch, but hold them apart. There is a great magnetic force trying to pull them together but you mustn't let it."

Jenna was amazed to find her fingers drawing together. It scared her, she didn't want to be hypnotized, but she couldn't keep her fingers from drawing closer and closer together. Then they touched, but nothing happened. 

"Your fingers are sticking together. They are glued to one another, you cannot part them." 

Alarmed Jenna found she couldn't part her fingers no matter how hard she tried. Fascinated she gazed at these parts of her that no longer obeyed her commands, struggling to separate her index fingers. 

The hypnotists began to walk among the would-be subjects and he tugged on their fingers. "Your fingers are welded together. Growing into one finger. Don't' let me pull them apart. They are one big finger. You are all giving me the finger." A chuckle from the crowd echoed behind her, but Jenna only had eyes for her strange, long, single finger. How was this possible? Would she be like this forever?

When Mesmer moved in front of her and pulled on her hands her fingers were fused into one new big finger. 

"Help me. My fingers are growing together." 

The hypnotist pulled a handheld microphone from his pocket and pointed it at her mouth.

"Would you please repeat what you just said to me?" He said in his soothing calm voice, which made her less self-conscious speaking in front of a crowd. 

"I said 'Help me. My fingers are growing together.' It doesn't seem right."

The crowd laughed happily but Jenna was nervous. She didn't like having such weird fingers.

"I want all of you whose fingers are stuck or growing together to step up on the stage so I can help you with your strange fingers. If your fingers are not growing together go ahead and sit down, you don't need my help." 

Jenna and a smaller group of people all stepped up onto the stage and she saw that they all had strange fingers like herself. Carrie was one of them, as was Nicole another of their friends and perhaps ten other people. 

Her fascination with her fingers blocked out the fact that she was standing in front of hundreds of people in a bar. 

Jenna was usually quite uncomfortable in front of crowds. She understood that she had a very idealized look in North American society. She was a petite, blonde with a slim athletic build; the proto-typical cute blonde. Being the media's version of an ideal woman somehow made her feel guilty. She tried to hide her small hips, round pert bum and perky B cup breasts in loose, but pretty clothes. She wanted people to notice her fashion sense not her physical attributes. 

But her usual distaste for being in front of a crowd was swamped by the apprehension of what was happening to her fingers. 

"Who here wants me to help them with their fingers, raise one hand?" Mesmer said and Jenna tried valiantly to raise just one hand but it was impossible with her fingers grown together. The crowd laughed, but she was really worried. 

"Oh. So everyone is happy with this new development? No-one wants me to fix their fingers." 

Suddenly Jenna didn't mind her fingers being one big weird finger. She was bemused by this development. 

"It seems that you are proud of your new big finger."

Maybe she was a new step in evolution. Maybe this was important scientifically.

"Who wants to show us their amazing new finger?"

Jenna stepped forward with most of the others on stage and held up her finger to the crowd. It seemed to be growing bigger and longer and looked beautiful to her.

The crowd applauded. 

"Don't be shy. Go show everyone your wonderful new finger."

Jenna went out into the crowd and began to show off her great big finger to anyone who wanted to see. People were smiling and laughing, they loved her finger. Behind her the hypnotist was speaking and she could hear him but knew if wasn't for her, he was talking to the people still on stage who didn't want to show off their new fingers. Why not show how beautiful they were. 

When Jenna got to her friends table she eagerly showed off her amazing digit. The girls were taking pictures and laughing really hard they were so impressed by her finger.

"Come back to me now everyone. Don't be rude and show off too much."

Jenna felt immediate contrition. This was no way to behave. She apologized to her friends and went back to the stage.

There were fewer of them now eight people on stage, some of the people wandering around the audience had sat back down and some of the people that didn't want to show off their fingers were gone too. 

"Now all of you are getting sleepy. Soft warm sleep waits for you. Go ahead and rest. Go deeper, deeper asleep and relax. Relax. When I count down from ten you will fall deeper and deeper asleep. 10. No-one else is here. 9. Mine is the only voice you hear.8. Deeper. No-one else is here with us. 7. Nothing worries you. 6. Everything is safe, calm and beautiful. 5." He continued to talk but Jenna was so relaxed and sleepy she could only hear the numbers now. The world receded and she felt more at peace than ever before in her life. 

"1. You are completely asleep, safe and happy. When I touch you on the shoulder you will wake up and see only me, hear only me and you will be happy to do anything I say. You are safe."

Floating in a warm cocoon of pleasure Jenna drifted as she distantly heard Mesmer speaking to the others and a crashing, sea-like sound roared just beyond her awareness. 

Perfectly content she and Mesmer were the only people in the world.

"Hello. What is your name?"

"Jenna."

"Hello Jenna. You are very pretty."

"Thank you." Her voice echoed oddly, but she felt so content and happy it didn't matter.

"Do you get a lot of compliments?"

"I guess. I don't like them very much."

"Really? Why not."

"They make me self-conscious."

"Well you don't need to be. You are gorgeous. You are the most beautiful girl in the world. Everyone wants to sleep with you Jenna. Men and women. You should feel good about that. You do feel good about that. If someone compliments you it should make you happy. It will make you happy. Whenever someone says you are pretty you will clap your hands and jump up and down like a little girl. Now open your eyes and see where you are."

Jenna opened her eyes and w that she was at a beauty pageant. She had forgotten she had entered a pageant. How silly. 

"Where are you Jenna?"

"A beauty pageant, silly." The judges and crowd all laughed at her.

"Oh right, I forgot." They chuckled.

"What part of the pageant are we at?"

"The bathing suit competition." The crowd roared. She felt so excited to be in the pageant. This was really fun.

"Are you wearing your bathing suit?" He asked.

Jenna looked down and was disappointed to see that she was still wearing her clothes. 

"No!" she was shocked and embarrassed by her forgetfulness.

"Is it on under your clothes?" he prodded.

"Yes!" she replied and the crowd roared approval. 

"Quick get undressed so we can do the pageant."

Jenna started to unbutton her loose, black slacks and the crowd cheered and laughed. She pulled off her pants and revealed her tiny, robin's egg blue bikini bottoms. Flashes from cameras went off everywhere. The press loved it. Then she pulled her silky shirt off and revealed her matching, demi-cup bikini top. The fitted top cupped and pressed together her small firm breasts, giving her more cleavage than she normally had on her own. More cheers and flashes. She was wowing them. 

"What do you want to do now Jenna?" He was holding a microphone to her mouth and she spoke directly into it. 

"I have to walk the catwalk."

"Go ahead, strut your stuff. Good luck."

Jenna proudly began to walk along the front of the stage showing everyone her toned stomach, her long slim legs and her shapely back. She flounced around in her heels and bikini and posed over and over for the cameras. 

The small bikini she wore hugged her body tightly. The bottoms were like a pale blue fitted skin that cut high over her hips and hugged her tight ass. The front pressed smoothly over her pubic mound, showing the slight rise of her sex. 

The soft, pale swells of her small firm breasts wiggled slightly as she walked for the judges, the seductiveness of her perfectly toned body pleasing the closely watching men at the table just below her. 

She pouted and teased and squeezed her breasts together, she stuck out her ass for the cameras and acted like a little flirt. They loved her and she was so happy.

"Jenna I think they like you. You are very pretty." As soon as he complimented her she felt giddy and clapped her hands and jumped up and down. This was the best feeling ever.

"Jenna where are the judges of the pageant?"

She pointed to the table where five men were sitting right down front. 

"I'll go see what the judges have to say." He stepped of the stage and walked over to the judges. Jenna was nervous and excited to hear what they thought of her in her bikini.

"Judge number one do you have any compliments for Jenna?"

"You are totally fucking hot!" He shouted.

Jenna jumped up and down and clapped. She was incredibly happy.

Number two said. "You are smoking hot." Her joy was too much and she jumped up and down clapping. 

As each judge told her how great she looked she got more and more happy until she couldn't stop smiling and jumping up and down clapping. She was ecstatic. She had never known joy like this. 

Mesmer came back to where she was vibrating with pleasure. 

"How do you feel Jenna?"

"I've never been so happy in my life!" she gushed.

"Never? Not even being in love?"

"Nope."

"Is this sexy?" 

"I don't know..." she pondered his question. She felt a little sexual excitement being mostly naked in front of all these people. 

"I think it is. I think you are very aroused." He was right. She was really getting horny.

"Jenna, I think this is the sexiest thing you have ever done. I think that being complimented makes you feel so good that it makes you have an orgasm." 

Suddenly her breathing became shallow and her body warm and flushed with pleasure. Her nipples were hard and her pussy wet from all the good feelings she had.

"Each time someone compliments you, you are going to have an orgasm it makes you so horny."

Jenna was gasping right on the verge of climax she felt so aroused at all the attention she was getting. 

"Now Jenna I'm looking at you... and I have to say... I think you have beautiful blue eyes." 

As soon as he said that Jenna felt her body clench in the grip of a tremendous orgasm. She reached out and held Mesmer's shoulder and her legs started to buckle from the best climax she had ever felt. Her body tingled and shook as pleasure exploded between her legs. 

The crowd howled and cheered as she came in front of them. She was embarrassed but it felt too good for her to care. 

When she was able to stand on her own again she looked up at Mesmer and smiled shyly.

"How did that feel?' He asked 

"Fucking amazing!" she sad into his mic. The crowd erupted once more.

"Well it looked amazing." He said and she felt another surge of pleasure coming on. "You looked gorgeous cumming like that." 

Her world exploded once more as she began to buck and quiver with orgasmic delight. This climax was even better than the last. Once more she clung to Mesmer as her legs nearly gave out. He was the only solid thing in a world of ecstasy. She clenched her eyes shut and held on to him for dear life as rapture threatened to tear sanity from her grip. 

Long moments passed as he had multiple orgasms and the crowd cheered her on. 

When at last she could breathe once more she stood tall on shaky legs and gasped for air. 

"Wow." She said into the mic and the crowd screamed with laughter. 

Mesmer stepped away from her and walked over to one of the other men on the stage.

"Rob, what do you think of Jenna?" 

"She is super sexy." The stranger said and she felt another orgasm shatter her hard won composure. She grabbed a breast with one hand and her crotch with the other. Needles of pleasure stabbed her clit and nipples and prodded her deeper and deeper into a realm of utter release and rapture.

Mesmer went down the line of people on the stage and asked the men what they thought of Jenna? 

They said things like "Hot." Gorgeous." 'Sexy." "Smokin'" and each compliment made her orgasm more and more powerfully. She fell to her knees weakened by the intensity of her pleasure, then to her hands and knees and finally she lay of the floor writhing in pure all-consuming sexual euphoria. 

Time and space had no meaning beyond hearing those words describing her beauty, and sexiness. Wetness flowed out of her slit and soaked her bottoms as she squirmed in orgasmic delight in front of a room full of strangers.

When Mesmer reached the end of the line of men and the compliments stopped she gathered the frayed remnants of her consciousness and tried to stand. 

Mesmer came over and helped her and she saw in his eyes a shocked, amused stare.

"That looked intense. I have to say I've never seen a reaction as powerful that. Why don't you take a seat over there Jenna."

She saw a row of chairs lined up behind everyone and she took the seat he indicated, her legs weak and her stomach fluttery. 

"Rest Jenna." He touched her shoulder. "Sleep."

For a time she knew nothing more than the pleasant floating sensation of earlier. Warm pleasure and contentment blanketed her once more and she heard Mesmer speaking to others and that distant roaring sea but none of it touched her. She drifted in a post orgasmic void of pure bliss.

Jenna had no idea how long she floated there but eventually she heard Mesmer's voice directed at her. 

"Jenna would you like to put your clothes back on?"

"No thank you?" Laughter.

"I think it would be best if you did." 

"Oh. Okay."

She stood and found her clothes piled beside her chair and put on her shirt and then her slacks. As she pulled her pants up she found her panties were soaking wet and clammy. It was disconcerting but she thought it would be best to be dressed.

While she was dressing Mesmer spoke to some others and got them going on a safari adventure. Jenna was amused to see them shrinking back from imaginary tigers jumping out at them. She couldn't understand how people could make fools of themselves like that.

Once they were finished the safari Mesmer spoke to the group of them. 

"We need to end things with a bang. Let's put on a concert for our guests. Audience who do we want for a drummer for a band. Cheer when I put my hand over the drummer you want." He moved along the line and the crowd cheered and selected a drummer, then a bassist then a keyboardist and finally a guitarist. 

"Now folks we need a lead singer." Before he even started moving down the line the crowd, mostly men started shouting Jenna's name. She blushed. When he finally did put his hand over her head the crowd exploded, it sounded like ten thousand people. She felt like a rock star.

"Okay band, you are the biggest act in the world. Bigger than Elvis, bigger than the Beatles, bigger than Justin Bieber. " a boo erupted. "Okay no Beliebers here. Who are we fans of? Lady Gaga?" The crowd cheered, there were some boos, but overwhelmingly cheers. 

"Jenna," He touched her shoulder, "Sleep." She found herself in that floating place of peace once more. "You are now Lady Gaga. You are the pop icon adored by thousands. The sexy provocative singer who dances and gives her everything for her Little Monsters. Get yourself into the head space of that persona while I prepare your band for the big show." 

Lady Gaga paced backstage. This show was an important one. The crowd was huge, the biggest she had ever performed for. Everything was riding on her making this the best show possible. The world was watching. 

Near-by Mesmer, her manager, was giving a pep talk to the band, he was telling them the same things she was telling herself, that this was a huge show. Then he circled them all up together. 

"Okay we have the band, our star and all the back-up dancers. This is going to be the best show you have ever done. You are all the best performers in the world. You are well prepared confident and totally at ease. You know this crowd loves you. When you hear the music you will put on the show of a life-time. "




Mesmerized



Gaga felt herself brimming with confidence and love for her Little Monsters. Hers were the best fans in the world. 

The opening dialogue of her song born this Way came on and Gaga felt overdressed. As the pre-recorded words told the crowd to put their paws in the air and her band and dancers started to rock out Gaga began to do a sultry strip tease removing her shirt and pants. Lady Gaga was a minimalist when it came to clothes. 

As the grinding dub-step sounds began and her pants were around her calves she lifted the mic Mesmer had given her, and started to sing, making a show of being caught, literally with her pants down. 

"My mama told me when I was young we are all born superstars. She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on in the glass of her boudoir"

The crowd was screaming for her and she stepped out of her pants showing her tiny tattooed body to them, little between her smooth skin and the adoration of her millions of fans. Her body was for them, theirs to fantasize over, to dream about, to relish.

She tossed her hair and danced for them seductively. 

"There's nothin' wrong with lovin' who you are She said, 'cause He made you perfect, babe. So hold your head up, girl and you you'll go far Listen to me when I say"

She touched herself intimately, sharing a look with individuals in her audience and inviting them to think of her as their own personal plaything. 

"I'm beautiful in my way 'Cause God makes no mistakes I'm on the right track, baby I was born this way 

Don't hide yourself in regret Just love yourself and you're set I'm on the right track, baby I was born this way, born this way 

Ooh, there ain't no other way, baby, I was born this way Baby, I was born this way Ooh, there ain't no other way, baby, I was born this way I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way"

She and her dancers moved in perfect synchronicity in the complex sexual choreography they had been rehearsing for months. Male and female dancers came up and would grind with her while she sang the chorus, the audience screaming their admiration for her. 

Hands grazed her body and lips pressed to her skin as she sang, the whole thing designed to give a hedonistic, orgiastic feel. 

The song built to a climax of choruses and she and her dancers put everything they had into it dancing and singing like there was no tomorrow. And when the song faded out the crowd of thousands erupted in enthusiastic applause. 

Sweating and out of breath Gaga stood still centre stage basking in the cheers, her arms outstretch to embrace the millions of fans watching from all over the world. Flashes of thousands of cameras captured her in this moment of transcendent triumph. 

Then Mesmer spoke.

"Sleep. All of you sleep. You concert is over. Rest you are finished. I want you to relax and when you wake you will feel refreshed with no memory of what happened up here tonight. You will be happy that you came here. You won't believe your friends when they tell you what you did on stage tonight, but it will be funny to you that they think you would behave so strangely. I will come bring each of you out of the trance one by one."

He touched each participant on the shoulder and whispered something to them and then when they awoke the audience gave each of them enthusiastic applause. 

When he got to Jenna, whom he saved for last, he whispered in her ear.

"You want to talk to me after the show. You can dress or not dress it is up to you. You won't feel shame or embarrassment about being in your underwear, but you can dress if you like."

"No thank you." She said.

Then suddenly Jenna was on stage in the bar again.

The crowd was screaming for her and chanting her name. She found it ridiculous, she hadn't even been hypnotized, why were they making such a big deal out of this? 

She was really warm, with sweat all over her bare flesh. Thank god she wasn't wearing her warm clothes. These stage lights were really hot. She wanted to speak to Mesmer about the show and why she couldn't be hypnotized but he lifted her arm over her head and the screaming went on and on. 

He thanked her for coming up and escorted her off the stage and then wrapped up the show, the audience went berserk smiling and clapping as Jenna wandered between the tables with her clothes in her hands. 

Laughing people pointed and smiled at her and she wondered what the hell was wrong with them, but it was all so fun and good natured she felt happy to let them have their fun. Maybe Mesmer had hypnotized everyone to think there had been a good show.

Carrie and the girls all swarmed around her hugging her and squeezing her shoulders gushing about how great she had been. Nadia tried to get Jenna to put her clothes back on but she told her friends she was too hot. Jenna took a long pull from her drink, she was really thirsty.

Laughing at her friends Jenna indulged them in their little fantasy about her being onstage. It was really hilarious how convinced they were.

But every part of her mind was on talking to Mesmer. She really needed to talk to him. 

When at last she saw him slip away from the crowd and go through a door beside the stage she disengaged from her friends and followed him. 

Walking through the milling, excited crowd she couldn't get over how sweaty she was, her panties were soaking wet, but no-one else seemed to be so warm. 

They all watched her walk by and snickered and smiled at her. They told her she had done a great job, and some very loudly complimented her, telling her how beautiful or sexy she was. Each compliment made her really happy and even a bit horny, which was weird because normally she had a bit of a low sex drive. She found sex a little undignified and didn't know what all the fuss was about. 

And then she was at the door to the backstage area.

Opening the door she saw a dark hallway with multiple doors leading off of it. Jenna proceeded down the corridor and saw a slightly askew sign that said "Stars" on a black door. Jenna knocked lightly suddenly wondering what she was going to say to Mesmer. 

The door opened and there he was, he had changed his dress shirt for a dark t-shirt and his face was damp from washing it.

"Come in." He said his voice less commanding without the amplification. 

He stepped aside and Jenna walked into the dressing room. 

It was a grungy, littered place, with years' worth of posters from bands that had played there before. There were mirrors with defined stations for multiple people to sit and do whatever they required of a mirror; there were scattered chairs and two stained and saggy sofas. 

Mesmer had a small smile hovering at the corner of his mouth and he pulled a chair from one of the mirror stations and offered it to her. 

"What can I do for you?" he asked. 

"I'm not sure. I just felt I had to come talk to you. I suppose I should apologize if I made anything difficult for you when you couldn't hypnotize me."

"I didn't hypnotize you?"

"No. Not at all. I'm sorry."

"I see." He sat on a coffee table near-by. "So are you in the habit of walking around in bars in your underwear?"

"No. Of course not." Jenna was vaguely offended by the comment.

"What are you wearing then?"

"My bikini." But suddenly she wasn't sure. Why would she wear a bikini to a bar?"

"Jenna I'm going to touch your shoulder, when I do you will fall back into a trance."

Suddenly he reached out and Jenna found herself in the warm drifting place of peace once more.

"Listen to my voice Jenna, I have some things to tell you." Jenna nodded and smiled as the blanket of peace wrapped around her spirit. 

"First I want you to show me how deep in the trance you are. Repeat this phrase for me. An old pickle trapped a snake in bubbles. Eight."

She thought it was nonsense but she repeated it. "An old pickle trapped a snake in bubbles. Eight." 

"Remember that phrase I'm going to ask you to repeat it later."

"Okay."

"Now, you are going to go back out to your friends, dress and ask to leave. You will tell them you are feeling sleepy. When you go home I want you to shower." She felt him pull her panties down and immediately she lifted her hips to help him strip her and expose her sex. "And shave your pussy for me okay? Then you are going to come to me at the Slumber Inn, room number 803, top floor. Come to me and we will spend the night together. You will be excited to see me. Aroused. You know I will give you the best sex of your life so make sure you dress sexy for me." 

"I will."

"Great. Now what was the phrase I told you to remember?"

"An old pickle trapped a snake in bubbles. Eight."

"Perfect. You are in a deep trance. You are safe and healthy and willing to play with me, right."

"Yes. You are going to give me the best sex of my life."

"Right. I am. Every time I say the word 'slave' you are going to have an orgasm. Every time I say that word you will cum for me. And only if I say that word. Got it?" 

"Yes."

"Let's try it. Slave."

Suddenly the peace was shattered by a powerful orgasm that shook her whole body. One moment she was sitting loose limbed in the chair, her mind floating in a warm safe place then she was back in the dressing room her body convulsing with spasms of pure ecstasy. Gasping she looked at Mesmer as he sat near-by grinning at her powerful climax. 

"Holy shit that was great. What happened?"

"Not much. I just said the word slave."

Once more her whole body clenched with pleasure as jolts of delight shot along her nerves. Gasping she clutched the arms of the chair and squeezed her thighs together as her clit seared with heat. 

After a moment it stopped.

"Good god!" she gasped.

"That was lovely. Now one final test Jenna. A quick one. I want you to put my cock in your mouth. Do you want to? "

"I'm not sure..."

"You are sure. You are positive you want to. You live to have my cock in your mouth. It is the whole reason you were born. Isn't that true?"

"I was born to suck your cock."

"Then do so."

She look down from his powerful gaze and saw that his semi-erect penis was exposed. Her mouth filled with saliva as she looked at it. The head much larger than she would have thought for the size of his shaft. He had an average sized dick, but a huge knob on top. She opened her mouth to swallow him but his hand stopped her."

"You must always ask first Jenna. You must beg me to do this."

"Oh please, sir, may I suck your cock. Just for a moment? Please."

"Very good. You may."

She took his now fully hard cock into her mouth and felt complete. Suckling his shaft and swallowing as much as she could Jenna felt whole and fulfilled for the first time in her life. This was heaven. Sliding her mouth up and down the length of him she relished the soft skin over hard muscle. Every vein and ridge was perfect in her mouth.

Then sadly Mesmer pulled his prick away and pushed her face back from him.

"You did really well. Now sleep." Jenna found the warm place still there in the centre of her mind. "Now go back to your friends and I'll see you soon. You won't remember any of what I just said other than in your deepest mind. Tell your friends you couldn't find me. This is private between you and I."

Jenna got up, pulled her panties up and walked out of the room. She found her friends and clothes and told them she was tired. 

They asked what had happened and she told them she couldn't find Mesmer, and that it was too bad the show didn't go that well.

The girls all laughed except Terri who had also been hypnotized the whole time. 

They all took a cab to Carrie's and picked up their cars and went their separate ways. 

Jenna was feeling tired, but restless. She was incredibly horny, and her damp panties weren't helping. There was an itch in her crotch, both physical and mental. 

When she got home she wanted a shower to wash off the stink of the bar, then she would go to bed. When she stripped in the bathroom she looked in the mirror at herself. 

For the first time in a long time Jenna looked at herself like a sexual being. She enjoyed the way her long blond hair fell over her shoulders. She had been a gymnast in high school and college and she had strong rounded shoulders for a woman as petite and fine boned as she was. Her breasts were full and stood up on their own invitingly. She was small breasted enough not to need a bra but she usually wore one anyway so there was no sag to her tits at all.

The pink points of her nipples were hard and sensitive tonight. She rubbed them a bit and felt an echo all the way down in her clit. 

Her belly was flat and still showed the lines of her once powerful abdominals. When she had been a few years younger they had been Chiclets, but now they had softened with less exercise and looked more feminine.

Her narrow hips looked great, and her tight ass was cute and round from years of hard work. 

The only thing that displeased her was her thatch of pubic hair. 

She used to trim it right down, or shave it off because her gymnast's tights had ridden up her hips so high that any hair would peek out, but of late she had no need and she had let it grow back untouched. But for some reason tonight it was bothering her and she wanted it gone. 

She took out some scissors and squatted over a trash can and cut the longest hairs as short as possible. It took some time and her thighs grew tired as she held herself just above the trash to eliminate hairs falling onto the floor. 

Soon she had only a sparse covering of little hairs that her razor should be able to handle. She then turned on the shower and when the water warmed stepped in.

She bathed and shaved herself and toweled off admiring her freshly shorn pussy in the steamy mirror.

The whole procedure of shaving her pussy had gotten her really horny and she wondered who she could call for a booty call. 

None of the men she knew would expect that from her. Then she remembered an address. Whose was it? Someone sexy. She would just go drop in. She knew he would let her come up for some fun.

Dressing in her sexiest outfit, a little black dress that had a hem that rose only a couple inches shy of her buttocks, and that was open down the sides and off the shoulder. It looked like two sheets pinned at the shoulder and waist leaving her sides exposed. She had never dared to wear it before, but tonight seemed like the perfect night. 

The dress would look silly with a bra so she went without, and she wore no panties over her sensitive sex. 

She felt sultry and carnal as she drove to the address blaring in her mind. This was going to be the best night ever. The sex was going to be amazing. 

She got all the way to the door to 803 before she wondered who was on the other side. She remembered it was a sexy man who could make her cum instantly and that was enough for her. 

When Mesmer opened the door she nearly fainted with lust. He looked so good and she knew he was going to give her the best sex of her life. 

He was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans with no shoes or socks on. 

"Please come in." he said and stepped aside for her to pass.

Stepping into his hotel room she saw a big bed, a small couch and easy chair, tables and a huge wall mounted flat screen T.V.

And aimed right at the door was a camera on a tri-pod, the red light glowing as it appeared to record her arrival now that she stepped into the well lit room. 

"You look gorgeous."

"Thank you." His compliment made her incredibly horny, but also very nervous. This was so unlike her usual behavior that it was a little disconcerting.

Mesmer reached out and touched her shoulder and she felt an instant peace fall over her.

"Please take off your dress and have a seat."

Happy to make herself comfortable she pulled the dress off her shoulders and let it crumple at her feet. Standing naked before the hypnotist felt terrifying and wonderful. She adored having his eyes on her skin, taking in every inch of her body. She posed for him, hands on hips and one leg cocked, twisting a bit to the side like the actresses did on the red carpet, only instead of showing off a gown she showed of her nudity. 

The camera didn't bother her in the slightest.

"Excellent, you look lovely. Come to me." She stepped close to him and his hands began to roam over her body, feeling her breasts and stroking her arms and sides. He caressed her body and the more he touched her the more aroused she got.

He lowered his mouth to one of her breasts and began to suck and lick the nipple making her moan with pleasure. His hands continued to stroke her skin and one hand moved down to her sex and slipped between the lips of her pussy. 

As he rubbed her clit making her legs tremble he moved his mouth to the other nipple and Jenna nearly fainted from the thrill she got from his attention.

"Now get on your knees." He said lifting his face from her breast. 

She did so, eager to please him. 

"Take out my cock."

Trembling fingers pried open his fly and opened his pants enough to reach in and pull out his erection. 

The boner she revealed was hard and pink and was easily the most beautiful penis she had ever seen. It looked like it was made perfectly for her mouth. 

"Jenna," He said while stroking her cheek, "this is the most beautiful cock you have ever seen. The biggest and most satisfying; physically, aesthetically and emotionally. The best. You worship this cock and what it can and will do to you."

Saliva suddenly filled her mouth at the idea of sucking on this monster of a cock. How could she fit it all in her mouth? But she had to try, it looked so delicious. It looked like a sculpture of the perfect cock. The veins looked tantalizing beneath the thin sheath of his impeccably smooth skin. The balls were lovely and round and ideal for sucking on. Absolutely perfect.

Just as she was about to put it in her longing mouth, she stopped.

"Please, please, please. May I suck your cock? Can I? Please?"

"You may."

Joy filled her being. Licking along the warm shaft she abased herself before this paragon of penises. The taste was a sublime mix of sweat and maleness with a hint of soap.

Trembling with desire she lapped at the long hard cock and then when she could no longer resist she took the massive head into her mouth and wrapped her lips around as far as they would go. She crammed as much into her slavering maw as she could but it was endlessly big and difficult to swallow as far as she desperately wanted it to go. 

Using every skill she had she sucked and licked the amazing boner before her, her body shuddering with passion as she adored the manhood in her mouth.

Soon she felt Mesmer pumping himself into her face doing the work for her. 

"Hold still and let me fuck your face."

She kept her position while his cock began to move in and out of her oral grip, her tongue still lapping at his shaft and head as they moved in and out of her wet drooling clasp.

Faster and faster he humped her head gripping her skull with both hands as he used her. Jenna found it all so sordid and sexy that she was on the verge of an orgasm as she knelt at his feet in a sleazy hotel room. 

Then abruptly he began to moan and his cock swelled even bigger inside her mouth.

"My cum will taste better than anything you have ever tasted Jenna. You will love it. The very taste of it will make you cum too."

Just thinking about his sperm landing on her tongue had her clit burning with need. 

Then it happened, his spunk jetted out onto her tongue and filled her mouth with the sweetest flavour she had ever known. It filled her senses and suddenly her body began to tremble and quake with a powerful orgasm. 

Taking his cum on her tongue and swirling it around her mouth and over his knob she shuddered as she climaxed over and over. Each spurt of jism sent her on another wave of pleasure, her orgasms multiplying with each surge of sperm.




Mesmerized



After what seemed like an eternity she felt him pull his member from her mouth and her orgasms peaked as she swallowed his huge load of fantastic tasting seed. Jenna wanted to eat gallons of his cum it tasted so good. The wonderful chemical taste was like nothing else in the world. 

Once all his jizz was gone she stopped climaxing and tumbled to her hands and knees with fatigue. She had never had so many orgasms before. 

"Well done slave."

Suddenly she started cumming again, her body writhing with pleasure on the dirty carpet. That word was so powerful, so acutely erotic it made her climax just hearing it. She cupped an hand over her sex, but didn't touch herself, she couldn't take any more sensation down there, her burning button felt electrified as she shivered with over-stimulation. 

Panting Jenna lay sprawled on the floor, her body jittering with aftershocks from so many orgasms.

She looked up when she was able and looked for Mesmer. He had moved away and was adjusting one of a pair cameras he had set up in the room.

"Jenna these are my precious babies. I want you to love them as much as I do. These cameras will record everything we do tonight, and have already seen you looking so sexy and behaving so well. Every time you think of the camera you will show off your body to it. You are going to fuck me and the millions of men who will watch these videos later. I want you to get aroused by the thought of all those men watching you. You will cum for them when you think about them. Millions of them, all wanting to fuck you."

Jenna started to cum again, her body twitching with a series of incredible orgasms. She was going to be famous. All those men seeing her exposed and exploited, it was delicious.

When Mesmer finished fiddling with the cameras, Jenna was stretching out along the floor masturbating for the cameras, her fingers delving deeply into her pussy as she spread and stretched to show herself to the cameras.

Mesmer watched her and removed all his clothes while she brought herself to orgasm over and over. 

"Slave. Come here. Now!" The word slave rocked her world and she struggled desperately to obey his order while an orgasm so powerful she whimpered from the extremity of it made it almost impossible to move. 

Crawling, clawing her way to him Jenna shuddered and slumped as her incredible orgasm robbed her limbs of strength. 

Mesmer stepped back, away from her and said sternly, "Slave get over here now."

Once more her body thrashed with orgasmic fury when she heard that word, but still she scrambled toward him trying to reach him as he had ordered. 

Then he relented and walked around behind her. Pulling on her quaking hips Mesmer hefted her little body backward and fitted her around his cock. He pushed himself into her pussy and her mind went stark white as blinding ecstasy filled her brain with only pleasure. 

With no personality left she became a vessel of light that expanded outward from where his cock filled her. Every tiny movement he made sent coruscating fire along every nerve in her body. Her brain short-circuited and she knew only bliss as heavenly heat and the brightest of lights burned thought and knowledge from her soul.

Expanding outward and filling the Universe her lust became the only thing she knew and his manhood the only thing that gave her any anchor to the world she had left. She gripped his pole with every fibre of her being, and yet each thrust he made drove her further and further from reality. 

Floating, falling into pure radiance Jenna was seared clean by Mesmer's cock. The fire he poured into her core was purifying, her body becoming unsullied and pristine by his attention. 

When, after an infinity, he poured his seed into her centre she felt whole and consecrated by his love. He was God and she his vessel of adulation. 

When he pulled his glorious tool from her oozing slit she crumpled to the floor gasping, as blind and as weak a new-born foal. 

She lay on her side and dimly she pieced together a lovemaking session that had twisted her into multiple positions and driven her all over the room. Her body quivered and shook with fatigue and she felt dehydrated from exertion. 

Beyond that however she had only brief flashes of what had happened, her mind had been so thoroughly overwhelmed by the intense pleasure she had experienced. 

And even now all she wanted in life was to have Mesmer's magnificent cock in her mouth. She crawled to where he sat in an arm chair, panting from his own efforts. 

"Please, sir, may I clean you with my mouth. I want to taste you so badly! Please!"

He granted her wish. "You may."

Gratefully she took his flagging member into her mouth and licked and suckled him clean. She relished the taste of her sex mingled with his maleness. His sperm stained his knob and she bathed him lovingly overjoyed to have him in her mouth. 

Growing back to fullness his pole filled her face and she took him in eagerly, bathing him with her spit, adoring him with her lips and tongue.

"Lick my balls." He ordered and she did so, ecstatic to do his bidding. 

Washing him of the stains of their lovemaking she did her best to clean him while bringing him pleasure. Using her hand she stroked his shaft while she used her mouth to gratify his balls.

Time passed and she spent all of it worshiping his sex from the very tip to the lowest point of his dangling testicles. And finally after a long time he fell back panting as she brought him to climax. 

She pumped his shaft while her mouth suckled and licked the knob and he tensed. 

"Don't swallow. I want to see it on your tongue." He gasped and began to shoot his seed into her mouth. 

This load was small, and mostly seminal fluid, but it tasted so good that Jenna began to climax too, the joy of tasting him so profoundly intimate. 

Gathering all his spunk on her tongue she swirled it around his head as he added more and more to what she had gathered, his orgasm long and sustained as she pumped and licked him. 

Finally he pushed her mouth from his knob and she lifted her head, her mouth full of spittle and sperm. 

"Go, show that camera what I have given you." He pointed to the closest camera and as she crawled to it, her mouth full of his delicious jism. Jenna began to cum, thinking about all those men out there who would watch this later.

Struggling to keep it all in her mouth while cumming so hard she wanted to gasp Jenna made it to the camera as ordered and opened her mouth to show the world his precious seed lovingly hoarded on her tongue.

"Swirl it around for them." He told her and she complied willingly, loving the slippery, slick feeling of it as she swished it over her teeth and tongue. The whole time her body trembled with delight thinking of those men seeing her mouth full of glorious sperm. Tremors of pleasure convulsed her body as she came over and over with delight at her wanton display.

"Now swallow." She did so gratefully her body desperate to consume him. When she did she began a huge, powerful climax, her body writhing with spasms of pure euphoria.

When her orgasm ended Mesmer told her to turn off the cameras, and she did so, taking a long time with the unfamiliar equipment. When she was done he had gone to the bed. She joined him and saw that he was almost asleep. 

"Come here." She crawled close and curled up next to him. 

"I am going to sleep. I want you to kiss me all over and lull me to sleep. You may suck my cock, but do not wake me up."

Eagerly she began to kiss him and caress his body, relaxing him and soothing him to sleep. 

Jenna herself fell asleep with his cock in her mouth, the soft weight of it filling her mouth pleasantly. Perfectly. 

In the morning she woke curled up on her side down by his hips, his hard-on pressed to her cheek as he curled around her head. She had a sheet wrapped around herself and he was partially covered by the duvet. His warm skin was sweaty where he pressed against her and she felt disorientated and confused. 

Why was she here? Who was this man cuddled against her and why was she naked?

A surge of fear began to grow in her belly as she foggily recalled fucking this man all over the room. She recollected endless orgasms and lewd behavior and felt her body grow aroused thinking of it, even as her mind grew horrified by her conduct.

Then the man began to stir. Jenna pulled back from him, the heat of his erection leaving a warm spot on her cheek even as she paled with fear. 

When his soft brown eyes found her wide panicking gaze he spoke in a soothing tone. 

"All is well. You are safe and happy. You want to be here, remember?"

Suddenly her fear seemed so silly, this was her lover, Mesmer, the greatest man she had ever met. 

"Now, Jenna how do you feel?"

"Happy."

"Good. You are my happy slave."

As soon as he said that word her body thrummed with pleasure and an orgasm sent spasms of lust through her whole being.

Watching her closely Mesmer enjoyed the libidinous display of Jenna's climax. 

"I really have to pee, but I could watch you cum for hours." Then he paused looking thoughtful. "Maybe I will." He stood up and went to the camera on the tri-pod. He pointed it right at her and Jenna felt another quickening of delight in her body knowing that millions of men would see her tussled, sleep rumpled, and utterly exposed.

"Move the sheet, show me everything."

Complying Jenna stretched out her lithe frame and gloried in her nudity before the camera.

"Jenna, I am going to go to the bathroom. While I'm gone you will look right into this camera and cum. As long as I am gone you will have a series of powerful climaxes. Each time you start to stop you will look at the camera and think of all those men touching themselves while watching you and you will have an orgasm. Do you understand?"

She nodded, unable to speak past a suddenly dry throat.

"Begin."

Jenna immediately began to cum with frenetic ecstasy. Dimly she sensed Mesmer leave the room, but the camera held her attention and she writhed and squirmed with pleasure thinking of all the eyes that would be on her body soon.

Juddering and panting she wriggled around the bed as rapture twisted her lithe frame into contortions of wanton delight. Without even having to touch herself in any sexual way Jenna was wracked with perpetual pleasure. Her body pulsated with sweet, sensual rapture. 

On and on it went, her body starved for oxygen as endless waves of pleasure washed over her, erasing her identity. Bliss scoured her clean of personality and she became merely a receptacle for hedonistic euphoria.

In the blink of an eye, or after eons of passing time, it could have been either; she was released from her convulsions of elation and she went limp with the afterglow of pure delight. 

Mesmer stood over her, his smiling face showing his approval of her efforts. 

Jenna was parched from the exertion of her climaxes, a puddle of her excretions dampening the sheets beneath her oozing pussy, but seeing his erection so close made her mouth begin to water with the need to suck that perfect cock. 

"Please, may I suck you, sir? I want your cock so badly. I need it." Seeing it so close, but not inside her mouth made her feel incomplete.

"You may." He said and he twisted his body to give the camera the very best view as she scrambled to her knees and engulfed him in her mouth. 

A powerful tremor shook her body with the thrill of having his warm pole fully ensconced in her insatiable mouth. Savoring his taste fully she luxuriated in the feel of his manhood. Lavishing him with methodical caresses of her tongue she consumed his cock, absorbed in licking every inch of his magnificent member. 

Yearning for the taste of his sperm she worshiped his cock devouring his meat, stroking and pumping his shaft and cupping his heavy balls adoringly. 

Taking her time, ensuring he enjoyed her ministrations Jenna venerated his erection making him gasp and moan with pleasure as she put everything she had into bringing him to orgasm.

Her treatment of his pole was so good that he approached climax almost immediately. His knob grew swollen in her mouth and his balls lifted tighter to his body in her warm hand. Then he erupted into her face, his seed coating her greedy tongue in his viscous jizz. 

Sudden bliss spiked through her nervous system as her mouth was filled with his hot spunk. Her orgasm tied inextricably to his she juddered with delight as he spent himself into her gulping cavity. 

His thick steaming load burned down her throat as she swallowed him gratefully. Eager for as much as she could get she milked him with hand, lip and tongue squeezing every drop of his glorious seed from his straining erection. 

When he pulled out of her grip she felt an ache of emptiness, and her euphoria quickly abated. 

As Mesmer collapsed onto the bed next to her he pulled her close to him and spooned her, thrilling her with the contact. Her anguish dissipated and a warm glow of happiness blanketed her. 

Mesmer's strong hands caressed and fondled her body, cupping and squeezing the meat of her breasts, sliding along the taut flatness of her belly, and parting her thighs and dipping into her dripping wet sex. 

Mere moments passed as he stroked her body, teasing her with restless hands that never stayed anyplace for long. Frustrating caresses stoked the fire burning in her pussy. She ached to be filled by him and she wiggled her bum against his leg as he snuggled her and stroked her fevered flesh. 

Then just when she thought she might scream with balked desire he lifted her top leg and spread her open to the view of the camera. 

Her exposed slit gleamed with spilled juices and he maneuvered himself into a position to pierce her with his erection making her quiver with anticipation. 

Then, at long last, he plunged his gorgeous cock into her steaming centre and she exploded in a mind shredding orgasm. 

Transcendent rapture detonated in her clenching core and suddenly she was hyper aware of every molecule of her body in as Mesmer filled her with his splendid tool.

Feeling him with delightful acuity Jenna was impaled by Mesmer's cock and as the ridges and knobs of his manhood rubbed against the sensitive walls of her vagina made her orgasm so much more powerful. The sense of completion she felt being filled so thoroughly by him made her orgasm so much sweeter than the dozens she had already experienced this morning. 

His hand found her breasts and groped her tender mound as he drove himself into her convulsing cunt. A series animalistic whimpers began deep in the back of her throat as he pounded himself deeply into her. 

Helplessly she flailed as he pistoned in and out of her sopping grip. Her hand reached behind her to find his buttocks and she gripped him tight urging him to skewer her even harder on the prong of his manhood.

Then abruptly Mesmer pulled out of her sheath and she cried out from the loss. 

Grabbing her bodily he maneuvered her into a position on her back, her legs flung wide to the sides exposing her gash to the camera as he fitted himself once more into her grip, making her mewl with pleasurable anguish as once more her body responded to him filling her by climaxing even harder. 

Knowing he was showing her wantonness to the world via his camera she displayed herself shamelessly, lifting her arms above her head, flaunting her body for the unknown future viewers. 

Endless waves of euphoria crashed over her as Mesmer pummeled her unmercifully, punishing her with pleasure.

Cried of elation were forced from her throat as he ferociously fucked her. His hands kneaded her tender breasts and pulled on them savagely. He mauled her chest for the camera and thrust himself violently into her throbbing pussy. 

Still lashed with endless orgasms each stab of his thick cock plunged her farther and farther into an all-consuming place of pure delight.

Each of her lissome limbs began to cling desperately to his body. Her legs wrapped around his heaving hips trying to draw him deeper into her ravenous cunt. Her arms clutched his waist pulling him deeper into her body and trying to hold him there as her endless climax drove her mad with lust. 

Grasping him as tightly as possible, desperate to end the sawing heat between her legs, she wrapped herself as completely around his body as she could as she thrashed helplessly in the grip of all-consuming gratification. 

Mesmer held still and even then her body bucked wildly with agonizing exaltation just to have him fully within in her pulsating pussy. 

Just as her pleasure peaked and she began to gain a measure of awareness of herself once more he heaved his hips in her convulsive grip and sent her off on another debilitating orgasm. 

Over and over he thrashed in her tight clasp, waiting just long enough for her to catch a breath before plunging her once more into the maelstrom of erotic sensation. All it took was the tiniest of movements from his hips and his cock would prod her over the edge of reason into rapturous abandon.

When she grew too fatigued to resist him anymore her limbs feel limply down to the bed, leaving her sensitive slit utterly vulnerable to be pillaged by his merciless humping. 

Now that she could no longer muster the strength to refuse him any movement Mesmer freely exploited her helplessness and began to fuck her hard and fast. 

Feeble from exhaustion Jenna languished under him, her body so overstimulated by pleasure that she merely quivered with periodic jolts of bliss when his pubic bone pounded onto her clit, or the tingle in her slippery tunnel built up so much her body spasmed with tension.

Time meant nothing as she suffered delightedly under his onslaught. After an age of endless euphoria Jenna felt him pull out of her quivering cunt and spray her chest and face with his steaming cum. 

The strongest spasm of pleasure yet twisted her limbs in a squirming heap of flesh as her skin delighted in being anointed with his juice. Adoring every painful contortion she wallowed in the spray of his jism, delighting in the squirt of his seed over her fevered flesh. 

When he finished cumming he thrust his cock into her open mouth and she gobbled his knob hungrily, desperate to taste his sperm. His pussy soaked pole tasted wonderful in her mouth, his last few drops of cum ambrosia to her parched tongue. 

Mindlessly suckling him like a babe she licked and slurped from his cock until, too sensitive, he pulled back from her mouth and dropped to the bed beside her. 

Blindly she turned to him and molded her body to his, keenly needing to feel his skin pressed to her own. 

After long moments her heart rate began to slow, and her breathing returned to normal. The fever of inflamed passion left her spent and limp. She dozed in a post climactic fog, curled beside Mesmer, her head on his chest listening to the beat of his heart.

Never had Jenna known sex could be this amazing, this utterly debilitating and satiating. She wanted for nothing, no new sensation, no change what-so-ever; she felt she could remain right where she was, feeling as fulfilled as this forever. 

But eventually the needs of her body grew insistent. She had to pee, and she was very hungry.

As soon as she squirmed with the first impulse to go to the bathroom Mesmer woke from his stupor and shifted.

This perfect zone of peace dissipated like a dream and she felt reality gather around her insistently. 

Lifting herself wearily she leaned on her elbow and looked at her lover. 

"Thank you." Was all she could say, tears welling in her eyes. Her gratitude knew no limits. She now understood what pleasure was, and could be. She would never be the same. 

Dealing with her immediate needs Jenna padded around the hotel room unselfconsciously nude. Mesmer fiddled with his cameras and eventually she knew he wanted her to leave. 




Mesmerized



Wednesday:

"Brittney, before you go I need to speak with you for a moment."

Brittney flinched when she heard her boss call out to her as she gathered her things to go home. She know what it was going to be about, she'd screwed up and hadn't been at her desk when a very important client showed up. She'd kept a million dollar client waiting for 10 minutes before getting back from her smoke break and she knew she was about to get chewed out for it... She just hoped she wouldn't get fired for it. She walked into Ms. Jones's office already mentally preparing herself for the inevitable yelling.

"Have a seat..." Brittney settled into one of the seats facing Ms. Jones's desk. Her office was beautifully appointed and large enough to have a desk with chairs facing it as well as a sitting area with a couch and a couple of comfortable chairs for more casual meetings. "Brittney...we have a problem..." she began.

Brittney cut her off hoping to forestall a tongue lashing, "I know Ms. Jones and I'm really sorry. It'll never happen again. You see, there was nothing on your schedule so I thought I'd have time for a smoke break but then he showed up half an hour early...if I'd known he was gonna show up early there's no way I would have left my desk. I swear." She said in a rush.

Ms. Jones held up her hand to stop her. "Brittney, I understand that he showed up early which is why you need to be at your desk to receive clients AT ALL TIMES, understand? I can't have you running outside 10 times a day to take a smoke break. You didn't use to take some many breaks, what happened?"

Brittney felt miserable but at least it seemed like she wasn't getting fired. "Well I... I've been trying to quit so I was on the patch but it just didn't work out for me."

"Hmmm, so you've tried the patch, what else have you tried?"

"Everything. The patch, the gum, everything."

"Hmmm, have you tried hypnosis?"

"Yeah I listened to hypnosis tapes while I slept for about a week but it didn't take."

"Well you need to do something Brittney, if you can't stop smoking I'm afraid I'm going to need to start looking for a new assistant. Just think about your health, smoking kills..."

"Yeah. Yeah I know, I've heard it all before..."

"...but before it kills you it takes your beauty. Your teeth turn yellow then brown then fall out, your skin turns grey, your hair goes limp...you're a pretty girl Brittney, that's part of why I hired you. It's like having a nice piece of art in the waiting room but if you're just gonna throw it all away for cigarettes..."

Brittney was flattered that Ms. Jones thought of her as pretty. She'd always thought of herself as rather plain. Plus she'd gained 10 pounds in the last year and knew it was showing. She wasn't ugly by any stretch of the imagination but she didn't think of herself as pretty either. Especially not when compared to Ms. Jones. She was absolutely stunning with mocha colored skin and a perfect hourglass figure. Not to mention the fact that her outfit probably cost more than Brittney's car. She practically radiated power.

"Now, you said you tried hypnosis tapes but have you tried mesmerism?"

"Umm, I'm not even sure what that is..."

Ms. Jones sighed, "that's understandable I guess, not many people are familiar with mesmerism. It's sorta similar to hypnotism but not exactly. Hypnotism is helping to guide someone into a trance, basically you give them instructions so that they can entrance themselves. Mesmerism is forcing someone into a trance. It's sorta like the difference between giving someone directions and picking them up and carrying them to the destination. Understand?"

"I guess so...but why are you telling me this?" Brittney asked confused.

"Because of the way hypnotism works, the hypnotic suggestions can only work if you want them too one hundred percent. If even one percent of you don't want to quit smoking then the effects won't last. Mesmerism on the other hand can force you to take suggestions even if you don't want to. In other words, if you're mesmerized you'll stop smoking even if you don't really want to quit."

"That sounds pretty cool actually. Almost like mind control right?"

"Sort of, that's a vast over-simplification but it's the right general idea. Anyway, I'm telling you all of this because I happen to be proficient in mesmerism. If you like, I can work with you and make you stop smoking."

"Wait," Brittney said as she realized some of the ramifications of mesmerism, "So if what you're saying is true, you could put me in a trance and make me do anything right? Like anything, anything?"

"Well there are limits of course, I couldn't make you hurt yourself for instance. But something like making you stop smoking should be fairly easy."

"Well...alright. I guess I'll give it a shot..." Brittney decided.

"Wonderful. But I should warn you, each session will take about an hour and we'll need to meet every day after work for the first week for it to fully work and be permanent. After that an occasional touchup every now and then when you start getting strong cravings should keep you clean. Go lay on the couch and we can get started."

Brittney considered for a moment to make sure she didn't have any plans that would prevent her from staying an hour after work every day before she moved over to sit on the couch.

"No dear, lay down. I need you to be as comfortable as possible for this."

Brittney kicked off her heels and laid down on the couch as Ms. Jones moved over to sit in one of the comfortable chairs by the couch.

"Are you ready Brittney?"

"Yes Ma'am. Just tell me what I need to do."

"Just get comfortable dear, and look into my eyes. That part's important. My force of will is going to put you in a trance so you need to be looking into my eyes."

Brittney wiggled around on the couch for a moment to find a comfortable position to lay in while still being able to look Ms. Jones in the eye.

"Good. Now just keep gazing into my eyes as you listen to my words," Ms. Jones began in a calm, soothing voice. "Gaze into my eyes and feel yourself getting lost in them. Falling, deeper and deeper into my eyes until you are helplessly lost in them. But you won't worry about getting lost, will you? Because you trust me, right? You know that I'll take care of you. You aren't afraid of getting lost in my eyes. You know I'll guide you to where you need to be. You can just relax and enjoy the warm tingle in your chest as you surrender control to me. You feel yourself sinking, deeper and deeper into my eyes as my words soothe your mind. You feel yourself falling into a trance. You feel your eyes getting heavy and you slowly let them close. I'm going to count down and with each number you will fall deeper and deeper into a trance. When I reach zero, you will be completely under my control."

"10... 9... 8... 7... your eyes are closed and you feel yourself surrendering control to me... 6... 5... 4... your mind is empty as each and every thought flows out of them like water pouring out of a faucet... 3... 2... 1... you're almost there... 0."

"Keeping your eyes closed, I am taking you into a new room in your mind. In this room, you see everything that you are. On the wall is a dial that reads 'trance'. It shows how deep of a trance you're in from 1-10. What number does the dial read now?"

Brittney wasn't sure what was happening or whether it was working or not. She was definitely relaxed and she definitely trusted Ms. Jones and would obey whatever she said but she felt more like she was about to fall asleep than that she was entering a trance. She felt so sleepy that she couldn't even form coherent thoughts, she wasn't sure how she should respond to Ms. Jones's question but oddly enough she wasn't worried about what she should say. She didn't feel the need to tell Ms. Jones what she wanted to hear like she normally did. Without conscious thought, Brittney heard herself respond "7" but couldn't remember picking that number or even why she said it.

"Good girl," Ms. Jones replied. "You've done well to go this deep but I'm going to take you even deeper. I want you to see me standing in the room of your mind now. I'm standing in front of the trance dial with my hand on it. I'm going to turn the dial all the way up and as I do, you will drop irresistibly deeper into your trance. I turn the dial now and you feel yourself drop deeper and deeper. The dial currently reads 7 but I turn it up to 8. You feel yourself sink deeper into your trance. I turn it up to 9 and you surrender all control to me. The dial goes to 10 and all thought flows out of your mind...

***

Brittney wasn't sure what happened next, she woke up on the couch and glanced over to see Ms. Jones in her chair smiling down at her. Brittney blinked several times in surprise, she hadn't actually expected anything to happen but judging from how dark it was outside the window she guessed she'd been out for at least an hour. Ms. Jones seemed happy so she guessed she hadn't just fallen asleep.

"Welcome back Brittney. How do you feel?"

"I...um..." Brittney wasn't entirely sure, "I guess I feel pretty good. Sorta like I just woke up from a nap. What happened?"

"Exactly what I told you would happen of course. I put you in a trance and then implanted hypnotic suggestions that should keep you from smoking."

"But...why don't I remember anything?" Brittney asked slowly. She was having trouble concentrating and getting her thoughts in order.

"Oh that, I've found that it helps if you don't remember what suggestions I've implanted. Otherwise you might subconsciously fight the suggestions and start smoking again. It's just better this way," Ms. Jones assured her with a smile. "But it's getting late, I guess you better be headed home dear. Get a good night's sleep and I'll see you tomorrow morning. And don't forget, we need to have another session like this after work tomorrow so don't make any plans."

"Right, thank for this Ms. Jones. I'll see you tomorrow." Brittney said as she stood up and headed for the door. She still felt a little bit off as if she were slightly drunk. She wasn't thinking clearly but it wasn't too fuzzy either. It was almost like she'd just woken up from a nap but the feeling persisted.

She got home and went about her normal evening tasks, making dinner and catching up on her social media. The odd feeling persisted but it didn't seem to be interfering with her routine so she stopped worrying about it after the first hour. It wasn't until she was preparing for bed that she started noticing a couple of things different.

First of all, she wasn't craving a cigarette. Normally she couldn't sleep without a fix of nicotine but not only did she not need to smoke, she didn't even particularly want to. Even when she was on nicotine patches she'd still wanted to smoke. It seemed that this new method was already starting to work better than any of the others had.

The second odd thing she noticed as she changed into her pajamas was that her panties were covered in her dried juices. She hadn't been playing with herself or anything like that. In fact, she hadn't even been thinking any dirty thoughts that she could remember. Certainly nothing that would have gotten her juices flowing like that. The only thing she could think of was that somehow while she was in a trance it had happened.

Brittney briefly considered the possibility that Ms. Jones had done something inappropriate to her while she'd been hypnotized like in some sort of porno but she quickly dismissed that idea. After all, Ms. Jones wouldn't do something like that. No matter how hard she tried, Brittney just couldn't imagine her boss doing something so... perverted. Besides which, Ms. Jones would have no need to trick someone like that. She was beautiful, and brilliant, and powerful. She was practically perfect. Brittney knew that Ms. Jones could have anyone she wanted, male or female. She wouldn't need to stoop to molesting her helpless hypnotized secretary. No, she reasoned, it must have just been a natural reaction to going into a trance and being so relaxed.

Brittney decided to ignore the mess in her undies and figured that if it were a fluke she could just forget about it and if it kept happening she would ask Ms. Jones if it were normal. But only if it was a real problem of course. She didn't relish the thought of asking her boss something like that.

***

Thursday: 

That night, Brittney had one of the best night's sleeps she'd ever gotten and in the morning she woke up refreshed and ready to start her day. She showered, got dressed and ate breakfast before getting in her car to drive to work. Along the way, she realized she was a few minutes early and decided to stop at Starbucks for a drink before work. 

She got up to the counter and ordered an iced coffee for herself and on a whim decided to order one for Ms. Jones as well. What better way to show her appreciation for spending time after work to help her. Brittney wasn't quite sure what Ms. Jones would want but she reasoned that no one could dislike a Venti Iced Caramel Macchiato with an extra shot of expresso and an almond croissant blossom. She didn't even notice as she ordered them that they were among the most expensive items on the menu and cost significantly more than her own drink.

As she pulled out her wallet from her purse the young cashier asked if she'd be interested in buying a gift card. "Sure," she responded surprising herself before realizing that coffee and a pastry were poor repayment for the woman who was doing so much for her. The least she could do was buy her a gift card so Ms. Jones could get whatever she wanted. "What card amounts do you have?"

The cashier rattled off the amounts in the various pre-paid gift cards and without even thinking, Brittney asked to buy a $300 card for her boss. The cashier seemed surprised but rang her up anyway. It wasn't until Brittney was on the road again that she realized how ridiculous she'd been. She was still paying off her loans. She couldn't afford to give her boss a $300 gift no matter how much she appreciated her help. That was almost as much as she paid in rent each month. Oh well, she thought, at least now there's no way I can feel indebted to Ms. Jones for helping me quit smoking. If anything she owes me after this.

Brittney got to work right on time and after depositing her drink on her desk, she popped into Ms. Jones's office. Her boss wasn't in just yet so she decided to leave the drink, pastry, and gift card on her desk with a sticky note thanking her for helping her quit smoking.

***

From there, Brittney's day proceeded as normal. Ms. Jones thanked her for the coffee and gift card and even remarked that Brittney had picked her favorite drink and pastry. Brittney in return thanked her profusely for taking the time to break her of her nasty and deadly habit.

She managed to get through her whole day without taking a smoke break. Not only that but she seemed much more focused than usual. She was getting everything done much quicker than usual and she wasn't even tempted to surf the web at all. By the end of the day she'd not only finished all of her work but also caught up on all the things she'd been putting off and even started reorganizing all of Ms. Jones's files into a color coded system. Brittney couldn't believe it but she knew she'd done more in that day than she had in the previous week.

At five o'clock when she would normally get off work, Brittney instead knocked on Ms. Jones's door ready for their second session. Ms. Jones invited her in and told her to lay on the couch just like the day before. As she got comfortable, Brittney decided that she'd check her underwear after the session and if she'd creamed her panties again then she'd ask Ms. Jones if it was normal.

Just like the day before, Ms. Jones took her seat and began talking to Brittney in a calm soothing voice. She entered a trance much quicker than she had the day before and the next thing she knew, she was waking up feeling a little fuzzy just like the day before. Before she could even ask, Ms. Jones assured her that the session had gone flawlessly.

Before leaving for the day, Brittney decided to stop off in the bathroom to check her panties. She locked the door and hiked up her skirt to see if her panties were creamy... only to find that she wasn't wearing any. Her crotch and inner thighs were coated in her juices but she wasn't wearing any underwear.

That was strange, she was almost certain she'd put on panties that morning. Hadn't she? She went commando fairly often in the hot summer months and back in college she'd be notorious for hardly ever wearing underwear but she'd always worn panties to work before. Hadn't she? It's not like she really paid that much attention to what she put on in the morning, she was normally still half asleep while getting dressed. Was it possible she'd been on autopilot while getting dressed and just hadn't put any panties on? How many times might this have happened? Was it possible she'd been coming into work without any underwear on a regular basis?

With those distressing thoughts in mind, Brittney grabbed a wad of toilet paper and cleaned herself up. She would have to make extra sure that she put on underwear in the morning and it looked like she'd have to ask Ms. Jones if her creaming herself was normal. That wasn't a conversation she was looking forward to and she felt herself blushing just at the thought.

Brittney gathered her things and hurried home.

***

Friday:

Brittney woke up on Friday in a good mood. She'd gotten another fantastic night of sleep and since she'd gone more than 24 hours without smoking, the chemicals in her body were starting to break down and she was feeling better than she had in years. 

Even more than that though, Friday was her date night. It was a little tradition she'd started shortly after graduating from college. Even if she didn't have a date, every Friday night she would treat herself to a nice dinner out. She was still trying to pay off her student debt and she didn't have much money to spend but she thought the cost of a nice dinner a week was worth the cost. It gave her something to look forward to all week and it was one of the very few luxuries she was able to indulge in. And since she'd quit smoking, her sense of smell was already starting to get better so she was excited to see how much better her meals would be.

Brittney got out of bed and began getting dressed. She paid extra attention to her outfit and made sure that she was wearing underwear before leaving the house. On her way to work, Brittney decided to stop off at Starbuck's again. She ordered her own small iced coffee and Ms. Jones's coffee and pastry. She remembered that Ms. Jones had said it was her favorite and she smiled inwardly at the thought that Ms. Jones would be impressed and grateful to her for getting them for her.

It wasn't until Brittney parked her car that she remembered that she'd already bought Ms. Jones a very expensive gift card and she started berating herself for spending so much money. Not that a coffee and pastry would break the bank, but she really needed to save as much money as possible if she was going to be able to afford her rent and pay off her loans. Buying the gift card the day before had been a huge financial setback and she was angry at herself for spending even more money on her boss. But it wasn't like she could return the coffee and pastry so she put them on Ms. Jones's desk before taking her seat and starting her work day.

Just like the day before, Brittney was exceptionally productive that day and managed to finish all the work she'd put off for the past few weeks and finished reorganizing Ms. Jones's files. By the end of the day, she'd finished all her work and everything else she could think of to do. But oddly enough she didn't feel bored or go on Facebook or anything like that; she just sat quietly at her desk waiting for something to do.




Mesmerized



While she was sitting there, Ms. Jones emerged from her office on some sort of business talking with a client as they walked through the reception area. Brittney knew better than to interrupt so she sat there quietly waiting for Ms. Jones to address her. It wasn't until Ms. Jones and the client had rounded the corner and were out of sight that she realized that she'd been staring intently at her boss's butt with her mouth hanging open.

Upon realizing this, Brittney immediately closed her mouth and composed herself all while wondering what had happened. She'd never stared at another girl's ass like that before, and certainly not her boss's. Brittney knew that she was completely straight. She hadn't even experimented in college like most of her friends had. The only thing she'd ever done was kiss her best friend for like 3 seconds back in middle school. 

Sure Ms. Jones's ass was spectacular. Brittney could even admit that she wished her ass looked half as nice and wondered how many squats it would take to look like that but that wasn't a reason to stare at it, was it? What was wrong with her? She was creaming herself every evening while in a trance, she was forgetting to wear underwear to work, and now she was staring at her boss like that, something was clearly going on but she had no idea what it was.

Brittney worried about what was happening to her for the rest of the day but every time Ms. Jones walked past she found herself staring. No matter how much she tried to stop herself it happened every time. When the work day was finally over, Brittney found herself dreading going into Ms. Jones's office knowing that she couldn't stop herself from staring. She tentatively entered the office and found Ms. Jones hard at work finishing up some paperwork. She didn't even look up as Brittney entered but told her to take her position on the couch.

Brittney couldn't move. She found herself rooted to the spot as she stared at Ms. Jones's cleavage. It was mesmerizing. Every bit as hypnotic as the trances she was put into each evening.

It wasn't until Ms. Jones finished her paperwork and looked up to find her employee staring so intently at her that Brittney was finally able to break away. She blushed deeply at being caught as she took her spot on the couch and waited for Ms. Jones.

She lay there waiting and trying to figure out just how to phrase the question she knew she had to ask. Finally Ms. Jones finished whatever she was doing and took her seat facing Brittney.

"Ready to begin?"

"Not quite...I need to ask you something first but it's kinda embarrassing...I, uhh, I...is it normal for people when they get mesmerized to...to...orgasm?" Brittney finished unable to look her boss in the eye as she said it.

Ms. Jones laughed. "Well it doesn't happen to everyone but it tends to happen to white girls a lot. You see, part of the mesmerism is to associate the trance and all the commands you're given with pleasurable feelings. For most people, they come out of the trance feeling good but some people have orgasms. It happens most often with white girls though. Personally I think you all just have less control over your sexuality and senses than us black women but I don't really know all the science behind it. It's nothing to worry about though."

Her explanation made perfect sense to Brittney but there was just one little thing still bothering her. The way Ms. Jones had said that, she sounded almost...racist. But that didn't make any sense. Ms. Jones couldn't be racist, she was black. Everyone knew that black people couldn't be racist, could they? There must be a reason she'd phrased it like that. 

Maybe she was right and white women were a lot more susceptible to that sort of thing. Is wasn't racist if it were true. The different races all had different stuff like that. Like how black people were naturally stronger and more athletic than white people. The way Brittney saw it, having less control of her own sexuality like that wasn't too bad. Sure, she might cream herself embarrassingly on occasion but that also meant that she could have an orgasm a lot easier than black people.

"Are you ready to begin now?"

"Uh huh. I'm ready."

***

An hour later, Brittney emerged from her trance and sat up. Without even thinking, Brittney reached up her skirt to check her underwear and found that they were soaked again.

"So? How are you feeling?"

"I umm...well, I sorta..." Brittney fumbled for what to say but luckily Ms. Jones saved her the trouble.

"You messed your panties again didn't you?"

Brittney just nodded. She got up and gathered her stuff already thinking about where she would be going for her special dinner. As she gathered her stuff though, Ms. Jones interrupted her thoughts.

"As I told you a few days ago, we need to do this every day for at least five days straight. That means that we need to meet sometime tomorrow and Sunday. I think the easiest thing to do will be for you to just come over to my house in the evening. Here's my address," she said writing down her address on a sticky note and handed it to Brittney, "Show up at 5 O'clock and we'll finish up your mesmerism treatments."

Brittney nodded in agreement as she headed toward the door. On impulse though she stopped at the door and turned to face her boss. "Umm, Ms. Jones, would you like to go to dinner with me? My treat of course."

What the Hell? Brittney started berating herself. That was a stupid thing to say. She's gonna think I'm asking her out on a date. I should have made it clear that I was asking her out as a friend, not as a date. Wait, what am I thinking? I shouldn't be taking her out at all. I've spent WAY too much money thanking her already. I can't really afford to pay for her dinner. Why on earth did I offer to pay for her? She makes about ten times what I make. She can easily afford a steak dinner every night, she doesn't need me to pay for her dinner.

Ms. Jones smiled, "That sounds lovely. Just let me finish up here and I'll meet you at the restaurant in about 15 or 20 minutes. Be sure to ask for a booth." 

Brittney nodded and hurried out of the office. She drove to the restaurant still mad at herself for being so impulsive. She got to the restaurant and asked for the nicest booth they had available. She was seated and then proceeded to wait for her boss to arrive.

Ms. Jones arrived a few minutes later. Brittney couldn't help but notice that several heads turned to watch as she threaded her way between tables to their booth. She took her seat and the waiter soon arrived to take their orders. Ms. Jones ordered a 12 ounce prime rib steak with a baked potato and an expensive glass of wine. Brittney inwardly cringed as she realized how much this meal was going to cost her.

The waiter turned to Brittney to take her order but she paused before she could tell him. She looked at Ms. Jones and admired her perfect figure. She must work out and eat right every day. Brittney suddenly felt self-conscious about her own figure. Brittney felt herself blush at the realization and instead of the nice steak she'd planned on, ordered a small house salad and a water.

Ms. Jones didn't seem at all surprised by Brittney's choice. They made casual small talk until their food arrived and then ate in silence. Brittney finished her salad quickly and then sat in silence as she watch her boss eat her meal. Left to her own thoughts, Brittney reflected that she should feel awkward sitting there in quietly while her boss ate but for some reason she didn't feel awkward. She heard her stomach rumble with hunger but she continued to sit passively watching as her boss finished her meal.

Ms. Jones finally finished and gave a contented sigh. The waiter arrived to offer them dessert but while Brittney shook her head, Ms. Jones's smiled and asked for a chocolate soufflé (the most expensive dessert) to go. He returned a few minutes later with the soufflé in a box and the check for Brittney.

She was shocked when she saw the bill and was speechless for a moment during which Ms. Jones got up, gathered her things and thanked Brittney for dinner. Before she left Brittney sitting there, she reminded her to leave a generous tip for the excellent service. All in all, the dinner cost Brittney over $75 and all she got to eat was a small salad.

Brittney returned home feeling depressed and angry at herself for being so impulsive and reckless. For some reason, she just couldn't keep her head straight when she was around Ms. Jones. She kept buying her gifts and treating her to dinner and it was quickly bleeding her dry. At this rate, Brittney knew she wouldn't even be able to afford her rent. She really needed to crack down on her spending and she resolved not to spend any more money on Ms. Jones at least until the end of the month. Ms. Jones was doing her a huge favor in getting her off cigarettes but she'd thanked her enough already. Hadn't she?

***

Saturday:

Brittney woke up bright and early the next morning. She grimaced when she glanced at clock and realized how early it was. She lay in bed for a few minutes until she realized she wouldn't be getting back to sleep and decided to just get up. She went to the kitchen and started making breakfast. It wasn't until she started frying a plate of bacon that she realized she was naked. Brittney yelped as the hot grease popped and burned her exposed chest.

Brittney had to sit down and think for a moment. Why was she naked? Had she slept naked? She never slept naked. She always wore pajamas.

Brittney quickly threw on an apron to protect herself as she finished cooking her breakfast. When she was finished eating, she went to the bathroom intending to shower but she stopped when she noticed the dust on her windowsill. Suddenly Brittney was overwhelmed by a need to clean her whole house. 

Hours later, Brittney finally finished. She'd cleaned every square inch of her home and she was exhausted but proud of her accomplishment. That was when she finally looked at the time and realized how long it had taken. It was already 4:30! She needed to shower to clean herself up after cleaning the whole house and then she needed to get dressed and get to Ms. Jones's house in half an hour.

Brittney ran to the bathroom and jumped in the shower without even waiting for the water to warm up. She thoroughly scrubbed herself to make sure she got every last speck of dirt. Finally she was clean and she turned off the water. She grabbed a towel and started drying herself off even as she went to her room to pick out her outfit not even caring that she was dripping water all over her freshly cleaned carpet.

Brittney had spent the entire day naked and never bothered to dress while she cleaned the house so she needed to dress for the first time that day. She was in a huge hurry to get to Ms. Jones's house for their appointment but she paused as she considered what to wear. It was the weekend and she was going to her boss's home so she didn't think her nice work clothes were the right choice but likewise she didn't want to go too casual.

Brittney finally decided on a pair of jeans and a button-up blouse and hurried out the door. As she got into her car, Brittney suddenly realized that she hadn't remembered to put on a bra or panties but she knew she wouldn't have time to go in and put some on. She would just have to hope that Ms. Jones wouldn't notice.

Brittney pulled into Ms. Jones's driveway at 5:10. A full 10 minutes after when Ms. Jones told her to arrive. Nervous, Brittney knocked on Ms. Jones's front door. Ms. Jones opened her door a moment later with a stern expression on her face. "You're late Brittney. I thought we talked about punctuality, what time did I tell you to show up at my house?"

"Five o'clock," Brittney responded meekly.

"Very good. So we know your ears work. You knew what time you were supposed to be here. What time is it now?"

Brittney glanced at her phone to check the time, "Five thirteen."

"And would you look at that, your clock works too. So what is it Brittney? If you knew what time you were supposed to be here and you knew what time it was, then why were you late?"

"I...I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

"It better not. I don't appreciate having my time wasted," Ms. Jones said as she opened the door wide enough for Brittney to come into the entryway.

As she did so, Brittney got a good look at her boss. Ms. Jones was dressed very casually in a pair of yoga pants and a V-neck cotton top. Her hair was up in a casual bun...and yet she still looked stunning. Brittney wished she could look half as good as Ms. Jones did without even trying. Brittney also noticed that her boss didn't seem to be wearing a bra either.

Ms. Jones turned to walk into her home and Brittney followed her. As she walked, she couldn't help but stare at Ms. Jones's perfect ass as they walked. She wasn't one hundred percent sure but she didn't see any panty-lines so she thought her boss was probably going commando too.

Ms. Jones showed her to a nicely furnished sitting room and gestured to a couch for Brittney to lie on for their session. Brittney took her position and began gazing intently into Ms. Jones's eyes. For the first time though, Brittney found this a difficult thing to do and kept finding herself looking at her boss' cleavage instead of her eyes. Luckily that didn't seem to affect the process though and soon Brittney felt herself slip into a trance.

***

Brittney awoke extremely disoriented. She wasn't in Ms. Jones's sitting room anymore and it took her a moment to realize she was in her own bedroom. Somehow while still in a trance she'd gotten home and gotten in bed. She glanced at her phone and saw that she'd been out for over 5 hours. It was after 10 o'clock at night!

Brittney noticed a weird taste in her mouth and went to the kitchen to drink some water and get rid of the taste. As she walked, she could feel the slipperiness between her legs and realized she must have came in her trance and the juices had run down her thighs. She looked and saw a large wet stain clearly visible on her jeans. It looked like she'd peed her pants. She must have came several times while she was in a trance to produce that much.

Brittney got a glass of water and rinsed the taste out of her mouth. With that done, she stripped out of her soiled jeans and wrinkled blouse and left the in a pile on her kitchen floor. She'd get to them later. She wet a paper towel and cleaned up the rest of her juices from her crotch and thighs.

Brittney made herself a quick dinner and ate it still naked. She realized that she liked being naked. In her own apartment at least. It was freeing, relaxing. She decided that she'd probably start going naked more often. While she was eating, Brittney noticed a note stuck to her fridge. She grabbed it and read as she ate.

Hey Brittney, it's you. LOL. Ms. Jones said this trance had to last a little longer than the others so she sent you home still in the trance. She tells me I'll (you'll?) wake up without remembering any of this so she told me to write this note for myself. Don't worry. You were safe to drive and everything, you just won't remember it. Anyway, Ms. Jones said to remind you (me?) that we still have one more session tomorrow at 5 O'clock and to make sure I'm on time or else. (I have no idea what the "or else" is). Anyway, get a good night's sleep.

-Brittney (You)

P.S. You had 4 orgasms while lying on Ms. Jones's couch and made a mess of things. She definitely noticed but didn't say anything. You should probably offer to have her couch cushions cleaned.

Brittney chuckled when she finished reading her note. The handwriting was hers and the wording sounded like her but she couldn't remember writing it any more than she could remember driving home or anything else from when she was in the trance. But apparently she could still function and everything while in a trance like normal. She'd assumed she just lay there like she was asleep while Ms. Jones talked to her.

And what was that about cleaning Ms. Jones's couch? Sure leaving my juices on there was bad but she's a healthy vibrant woman. She'd probably left way more of her fluids on that cushion. Brittney decided that she'd pay for the cleaning if Ms. Jones asked her to but she wouldn't offer. After all, since she didn't remember doing it she couldn't be held responsible, could she?

***

Sunday:

Brittney slept naked that night and woke up feeling fantastic. She didn't think she'd ever wear clothes to bed again she felt so good. She got up and stretched and relished the feel of her vertebrae popping. She felt wonderful and every sensation just enhanced the feeling. She decided to start her day off with a shower and went straight to her bathroom.

She peed first and as she did so, Brittney noticed that she was a bit stubbly. She needed to shave her legs, her armpits, even her pubic hair. She checked her medicine cabinet and was discouraged to find that she was down to her last razor and it had already been heavily used. She needed new ones.

Brittney showered and relished the feel of the warm water flowing over her body. It was wonderful. Everything about it amazing. She never wanted to leave but all too soon the water started to get cold and she had to get out.

Brittney flitted around her apartment all morning keeping herself busy. She had a few errands to run but nothing she needed to do right away and running errands meant she'd have to put on clothes which she just didn't feel like doing. But eventually she decided that she couldn't wait any longer. She really needed to get some razors and shave before meeting with Ms. Jones. She wasn't quite sure why, but for some reason the idea of going to Ms. Jones without at least shaving her legs just seemed wrong.

With a sigh, Brittney resigned herself to putting on clothes and selected a denim skirt and low cut blouse. She needed to wear clothes but going without underwear seemed like a good way to keep at least some of the feeling of freedom she got from being naked.

As she drove toward the store to buy razors though, Brittney noticed a sign advertising a Brazilian Wax. She's never gotten waxed before. One time in high school, she'd gotten one of those at-home waxing kits to try on her legs but it had been way too painful. She'd never tried it again. But for some reason she was suddenly curious. She wanted to try it out.

Before she even realized that she'd decided to try a wax instead of buying razors, Brittney found herself pulling into the parking lot. She was a bit nervous as she entered not quite sure what to expect but the smiling young Asian woman behind the counter welcomed her and asked what she wanted.

Brittney told her she wanted a Brazilian Wax but that she'd never been waxed before. She asked if it was too painful and she had to stop if she could get some of her money back. The girl just smiled and laughed and ignored her question. Brittney wasn't sure what that meant but decided not to push the issue. She didn't want to make this woman angry if she was about to wax her.

The girl led Brittney into a back room with what looked like a massage table. She told Brittney to strip completely naked and then started explaining how the Brazilian would go. She explained that she would start by waxing both legs, then move on to the pubic area and then finally wax Brittney's butt. Brittney asked if she could get her armpits waxed too and the girl told her that would cost extra. Brittney agreed to pay for it.

Brittney lay on the table as the girl stared spreading warm wax on her legs. The girl took a strip of cloth and pressed it into the wax. "Ready?" she asked.

Brittney took a deep breath to calm her nerved and nodded.

The girl ripped the cloth away and Brittney screamed in pain. It hurt just as bad as when she'd been a teenager trying it on herself. Brittney wanted to call it quits right then and there but then she noticed that the young Asian girl was laughing at her like her screaming was the funniest thing ever. Brittney realized that she must look ridiculous. She was a grown woman screaming in pain over something that this girl probably did and had done to her on a regular basis.




Mesmerized



Maybe, Brittney thought, it was just like Ms. Jones said about white girls being too sensitive. I just can't handle the pain like a black girl could. Even this Asian girl must have a much higher pain tolerance than me. Does that make Asians better than white girls too? I know black women are better but are Asians? No! I'll show this girl that I'm not too weak. I'll show her that white girls can do anything she can do! I may never be as good as Ms. Jones but I'm sure I can be better than this little Asian girl, can't I?

Brittney managed to catch her breath and instead of asking the girl to stop, she nodded for the girl to continue. It was pure agony. Brittney tried her best to keep quiet but almost every rip made her whimper and about one in ten made her cream again. After what felt like an eternity, the girl finally finished waxing Brittney's legs.

It wasn't until she saw the girl snickering at her that Brittney realized what was about to happen. Waxing her legs had been pure agony...what was waxing her privates going to feel like. She thought about quitting but before she could open her mouth the girl started spreading warm wax on her pelvis and pressed a strip of cloth onto the wax. Before she pulled it though she stopped. She walked to the cabinet in the room and grabbed a wooden stick which she stuck into Brittney's mouth. "Bite down" she said.

Brittney bit down as hard as she could but the pain when the girl ripped again nearly made her pass out. Again and again it happened until Brittney could scarcely remember a time when she wasn't in pain but finally the girl declared her pelvis finished. It was time to turn over and wax her backside.

Brittney thought this would be easier. Her butt wasn't too hairy so she knew there would only be a handful of hairs total on her ample butt. She figured each rip wouldn't take more than one or two at a time. She was right for the most part. Waxing her butt cheeks was a breeze compared to waxing her pelvis. But then something she hadn't counted on.

She felt the girl spreading her butt cheeks open and spreading warm wax between then and directly onto her anus. She didn't know that a Brazilian included that. But before she could object the cloth was applied. Brittney barely had time to put the biting stick back between her teeth before the girl ripped the hair out of her butt-crack. The pain nearly overwhelmed her and Brittney felt herself come close to blacking out.

But after several seconds she managed to catch her breath and regain some measure of composure. After all that, waxing her armpits was a breeze and she was finally finished. The girl left the room and Brittney was allowed to put her clothes back on. She was shocked when she looked at her phone. The waxing had taken way longer than she'd expected. Probably because the girl had to stop so often for her screaming and squirming. Brittney still had time to get to Ms. Jones's house on time but not to run home and change like she'd planned. She was going to have to go to Ms. Jones commando again.

Brittney went out and paid the girl who'd waxed her at the front counter. The girl was all smiles and even gave Brittney a coupon for five percent off her next waxing. She was pretty sure she'd never use it but Brittney shoved the coupon in her purse just the same.

All her freshly waxed skin was super sensitive and Brittney realized it felt a little a little uncomfortable wherever her clothes touched her skin. She was a little bit relieved she hadn't worn panties and that would feel really strange and would surely be very distracting.

Brittney decided to just drive straight to Ms. Jones's house form there. She knew she'd be a little early but she figured that would be a lot better than being late. She pulled into Ms. Jones's driveway and waited in her car watching the clock so she could knock on the front door at exactly the right time. Finally the time came and she knocked on Ms. Jones's front door.

Ms. Jones answered a moment later with a big smile on her face. "Right on time. Good job Brittney."

She let Brittney in and led her to back to the sitting room for their session. Ms. Jones was wearing a thin cotton bathrobe knotted closed in the front but Brittney though she might be completely naked underneath. She thought that was a little odd since Ms. Jones's hair wasn't wet. She obviously hadn't just taken a shower or anything...

Her musing were interrupted as Ms. Jones instructed her to take her position for their final session. She told Brittney that afterward, she should no longer crave cigarettes. But if she did, to just let her know and they could do another session. Brittney was confused for a moment until she remembered that quitting cigarettes was the whole reason she was doing this. She'd forgotten what the point of their sessions had been. Good thing Ms. Jones was there to remind her and keep her focused.

Ms. Jones guided her into a trance with her calm, soothing voice.

Brittney came out of the trance feeling odd. Odder than normal that is. Her head felt fuzzy like she couldn't quite think straight. She glanced at the clock and realized she'd only been out for about 5 minutes. She looked over at Ms. Jones for an explanation and found her sitting naked in her chair with her legs wide open and a big smile on her face. Wait, that's not normal is it? She shouldn't be there naked should she? Or is that normal? Brittney tried to get up and as she did so she realized that she was naked as well. OK I know that's not normal. Right? I normally wear clothes, don't I?

Brittney sat there pondering these questions for almost a full minute before deciding that she better cover up and tried to cover herself with her hands. Ms. Jones laughed at her. "Silly girl, did I tell you to cover up? Arms at your sides. And stand up and give me a slow spin. I wanna see all of you."

Brittney was confused again. She knew her boss shouldn't be saying things like that and she knew she should object. Be even as she was thinking that, her body responded and did exactly as Ms. Jones instructed. It wasn't until Brittney was halfway through her spin that she even realized that she couldn't stop. She had no control. Her body was doing things that her conscious mind didn't want and she couldn't stop it.

Starting to panic now she asked, "What's going on?!?! Why can't I stop?!?!?"

Ms. Jones laughed again, "You don't have a choice any more girl; you're a slave now. You do whatever I tell you to do and there's nothing you can do to stop it."

"Oh my god, are you serious? Why? Why would you do this to me?" Brittney asked as she started to cry.

"Why? Because I wanted to of course. I love having cute little white slave girls serving me. And I think you're gonna be my favorite one ever. Tonight you're going to do everything I tell you and serve me in ways you never even imagined. And then tomorrow we're going to go to work and you'll sit at your desk like a good little secretary. You're not going to tell anyone what's happening and you're going to do your job to the best of your abilities. Then at lunch, we're going to go down to your bank and empty all your accounts and cancel all your credit cards. Your paycheck will of course be signed over to me as well every week. And after work tomorrow we're going to go to your apartment. I'll take anything I want and sell the rest. Any time you're in my home, you will be naked. Even if I have guests over. And you are never allowed to wear underwear again."

Brittney was sobbing by this point while still turning slowly for Ms. Jones's viewing pleasure. "Alright, you can stop spinning now. I want you to get on your hands and knees and crawl over to me. We're gonna put that tongue of your to work."

Brittney tried to resist as hard as she could but it was not use. As if on autopilot, Brittney felt herself get on all fours and start crawling across the room toward her boss. She closed her eyes ash her head passed between Ms. Jones's thighs but her body still did exactly as it was told. Brittney began kissing and licking Ms. Jones's beautiful black pussy. The taste was familiar and Brittney realized she must have been forced to do this during her previous trances.

Brittney opened her eyes and looked up at her boss...her owner now. She saw the beautiful black woman smiling down on her as she serviced her. Brittney knew that this was her fate. She could never escape from Ms. Jones's control. But did she want to? She'd idolized Ms. Jones ever since they met more than a year ago. She'd often tried to emulate the powerful women. Maybe being under her control was a good thing. Maybe naked, on her knees, serving this Goddess was the best she could ever hope for in life. After all, she was white. And as Ms. Jones had explained, whites were inferior to their Black counterparts. She should be proud that Ms. Jones even noticed her. Let alone took the time to train her. She should be happy, right? She was finally in her proper place!

***

Ms. Jones smiled as she looked down on her new white slave girl. She was watching carefully though because this was the most risky part of the process. Brittney was under her control to the point where she had to obey but she would be fighting. And eventually she would break free from Ms. Jones's control and go to the cops. But if Brittney accepted her new role, if she accepted that her proper place was between the legs of a black woman, then all the fight would go out of her and she would be an obedient little slave girl forever.

Ms. Jones wanted Brittney to accept her role, not only because she thought she'd make a good slave girl but because she'd actually grown to like Brittney after working with her for over a year. If Brittney continued to fight, she knew she'd have to get rid of the girl so she couldn't go to the cops. She'd have to sell her, probably to some Middle Eastern oil baron who'd treat her horribly. Ms. Jones knew she'd treat the little white girl better than anyone she would sell her to so really it was in Brittney's best interest to stop fighting.

As she watched the white girl service her pussy, Ms. Jones saw her look up at her. Brittney stopped sobbing and very slowly she saw Brittney start to smile. That was it. That was all she needed to see. Brittney had accepted her new role in life. She would be a good and obedient little slave girl. Ms. Jones couldn't have been happier.