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HypnoWho

By: Chile Peeler



Part 1

The Lufthansa 747 touched down at Logan International Airport at 1:30 p.m.. Waves of heat simmered from the runway as the plane taxied into the terminal. In the first class section, the passengers prepared to disembark.

Dr. Alec Thornton sat quietly in thought. It was good to be home after his extended stay in Europe. He was a respected psychiatrist with a thriving practice in Boston. His beautiful new wife and stepdaughter were waiting for him at home. And his own daughter from his first marriage, the light of his life, would be coming home in a week for Summer break from Duke University.

He should have been immensely happy with his lot in life. And yet his mind kept going over his plan. A plan that had to point out a serious character flaw in himself; he was able to diagnose that himself. He knew what he planned was wrong but he was going to do it. He had to do it.

* * * * * * * * * *

"Dr. Thornton, welcome back, sir," Charles said as he collected the baggage claim tickets from his employer.

"Thank you, Charles. Two suitcases and a suit bag."

His chauffeur scurried over to the revolving carousel to collect his suitcases as Thornton pulled off his suit jacket, surveying the baggage area and the summer scene outside. His limousine was parked at the curb; the airport parking officer ignoring it as a $50 bill from Charles resided in his pants pocket.

Looking back around he saw two of the stewardesses from his flight heading toward him and the doorway beyond. They saw him as well and smiles snapped onto their faces. He knew they saw him as a good catch, even if he was wearing a wedding ring. He obviously had money and he was rather handsome to boot. He'd played tight end at Harvard twenty years ago and he'd kept up a steady workout program to keep his 6' 2" frame in a toned state.

"Good-bye, Dr. Thornton. I hope you'll be flying with us again soon," the perky brunette said as they went past. 

Charles came toward him loaded down with his heavy suitcases. He let Charles precede him out into the hot humid air. The door of the limo was opened for him and he sank down into the comfortably cool interior. 

During the ride into downtown Boston, he phoned his wife to let her know he had arrived back safely and he was going to stop in at his office for a while but he'd be home for dinner that night.

His wife, his second wife, went on to tell him that her daughter, Lisa, had gotten into more trouble at school. He promised to talk to her later that night. He told her not to worry; it was just a natural rebellious phase that all teenagers go through. He rang off as his limousine pulled in front of the tall bronze skyscraper that contained his office.

* * * * * * * * * *

Dr. Thornton pushed open the door to his office suite and saw he had a visitor. A distinguished gentleman was sitting on the edge of his secretary's desk, speaking with her. Both looked up as he entered.

"Well, this is a pleasant surprise! How are you, Dr. Heimler?" Alec said as he walked over with his hand extended.

Dr. Heimler rose to his 6' 4" height, his black eyes twinkling in his craggy, weathered face and extended his hand to Alec.

"Ah, my boy, I see you have returned safely from your little European 'vacation'!" Dr. Heimler said in his thick German accent as he gripped Alec's hand in a strong handshake.

The white-haired Dr. Heimler was Alec's mentor; he'd helped Alec along with his career the last ten years. It was always good to see him but it also brought up bad memories.

Alec had dated Dr. Heimler's daughter during college. One night, the poor girl had taken her own life during her junior year, leaving no note. Heimler had been devastated and for a time had even tried to lay the blame at Alec's feet. This was ridiculous of course and Dr. Heimler had soon apologized.

After that they sort of bonded together. It was on Dr. Heimler's recommendation that he had been able to go to Europe to study at a prestigious clinic in Bern, Switzerland. Call it a working 'vacation'.

"Come on in, Doctor, I'll fill you in on my trip. I'm sorry, Nicole, I didn't mean to leave you out. How have you been? Able to hold everything together?"

"Yes, Dr. Thornton, everything's pretty much under control. Welcome back."

The two doctors went into Alec's office. Alec placed his coat on a coat rack in the corner and took up a position behind his desk. Dr. Heimler sank down into a chair in front of the desk and took out an ornate watch from his vest fob pocket.

"I don't have much time, Alec, but tell me briefly how your trip was?"

"Fascinating, Dr. Heimler, just fascinating. You were correct. The applications are far greater than I would have thought. I think it will be an invaluable tool, especially in the treatment of schizophrenics."

"Yes, yes, as I have told you, the unconscious mind is the battleground where the quickest and profoundest cures can be won." Alec thought the war analogy sounded ironic coming from the German. Although, Dr. Heimler couldn't have been involved in any of the events in the 1940's; he was perhaps sixty-five years old. "You have mastered the hypnotic induction sequence?"

"Yes, I believe so. Of course a patient can resist indefinitely if the will is strong. But, yes, I had many, many sessions with patients at the Bern Institute. Thank you again for the introductions. They were most helpful."

"Good, good, I must take my leave now." Dr. Heimler stood and replaced the watch into his vest pocket. "Say, is this a new picture, Alec?" The Doctor reached over and picked up a framed photo that sat on Alec's desk.

"Yes, my wife had it taken this summer when Jennifer was home for the summer."

"Jennifer is a beautiful young woman. This is the stepdaughter, yes?"

"Yes, that's Lisa. She's a senior at St. Andrew's."

"She certainly resembles her mother." Dr. Heimler placed the picture back on the desk. "I must be off now. I know you and Nicole must have much to do. The work does not stop when you are away. Please let me know how the new technique works."

Dr. Thornton walked his mentor to the door and bid him farewell. Walking back into his office, he loosened his tie and looked out the window at the Boston skyline.

It was to begin here, he thought. I must do this.

He turned and pressed the button on his intercom.

"Nicole, come in here and let's go over some of these items on my desk."

* * * * * * * * * *

"...and Dr. Fitzgerald wanted to know if you could attend the dinner on Thursday for the Society of Psychiatrists. It's at the Bradley." Nicole continued on her list of items to go over with her employer. 

Dr. Thornton didn't answer right away so she looked up at him, brushing her hair away from her face. He was staring at her but seemed not to have heard her question.

Dr. Thornton hadn't heard her question. He was focusing on his secretary, running through his mind the way he would construct their session.

Nicole had been working for him for a year and a half. He'd hired her because she was qualified for the job but also because she was a beautiful woman. Slender, refined, perky. A long mane of straight red-brown hair that reached down to the swell of her buttocks, sparkling green eyes, olive skin that was rare for one with red hair, shapely legs that she showed off wearing skirts and hose. She was really stunning.

Alec had made overtures to her near the beginning of her employment, that maybe they could be more than employer and employee. She was married and faithful and it had died there on the vine. But now he had the power to make things right!

"Oh, I'm sorry, Nicole. I was lost in thought. Let's go over the rest of this tomorrow. It's getting late. I'm sorry to dump all this typing on you." He'd given her the task of typing the journals that he'd kept in Europe. It would probably be almost a hundred typed pages by the time she was finished.

Nicole stood up and picked up the stack of documents.

"That's okay, Dr. Thornton. What I don't get done tomorrow, I can do over the weekend."

"Nicole, what would you say if I told you that you could do all that typing tomorrow morning before noon?"

"Dr. Thornton, I couldn't possibly get all this done. Even if I didn't have to answer the phones and do the other things required."

"Ah, but you could! How many words per minute do you type? About 75?"

"Yeah, about 75," Nicole said hesitantly. It was probably a little less. Typing wasn't her strong suit.

"Well, Nicole, I learned some fascinating things about hypnosis while in Europe. It's your subconscious mind that interferes with your typing speed. And it's not just you, I'm speaking for everyone. All of us could do things better with a little fine tuning. Your brain is unable to focus entirely on the typing." Dr. Thornton paused before going ahead. "I could put you under and make you be able to type like the wind."

"Dr. Thornton, that's an awfully nice offer," Nicole began, "but I'm not sure...." she trailed off looking for the words she wanted to use.

"And Nicole, if you were able to type faster, it would of course mean more money. After all you'd be doing more work."

Nicole thought about the extra money. She and her husband of two years could certainly use the extra income. They hoped to start a family soon. Dr. Thornton's offer was so generous, she didn't think she should turn it down.

"The extra money would be great," Nicole gushed.

"Great, we could do it now if you'd like. It should only take about fifteen minutes. Why don't you put on the answering machine and lock the outer office door. I don't want to be disturbed during the process."

Nicole headed out to do as he requested and Dr. Thornton watched her bottom grind underneath her skirt. It had gone just as he had imagined. The extra money was what he knew would break down her initial resistance.

He knew he could probably improve her typing at least slightly. But once he got into her subconscious mind, he could make changes to her value systems, manipulate her thought processes, make things that would have been unthinkable actually desirable, he could make her do almost anything he wanted.

And, he'd been imagining things to do with her for months!

* * * * * * * * * *

"Oooooooh, Alec, that feels so good," Nicole cooed as Dr. Thornton nibbled on her slender neck and a strong hand squeezed her left breast.

Their clothes were in piles on the floor near the lounger chair, the psychiatric couch, that they reclined on. The room was growing dim as the sun had set outside the glazed windows.

Thornton lifted his mouth from her neck and looked at her flushed face. It had been so simple! She'd offered no resistance to the careful programming he had installed in her. He'd installed a keyword to take her into future trance states in case he had to make other changes, he had implanted an intense physical attraction for himself and the need for complete secrecy about their activities. 

She'd feel no guilt about cheating on her husband.

She'd obey any commands he gave her.

He'd molded her into the perfect mistress in a half hour!

Thornton brought his mouth down on hers, felt her tongue worm up between his lips, her shapely leg move up over his. She was giving herself to him totally. His erection was pressed into her right thigh, harder than he'd ever felt it.

His hand left her soft apple-sized tit and moved down her soft flanks. Her skin was like silk, smooth as a baby's bottom. He ran his fingers down her flat tummy and into the shaved auburn strip of pubic hair above her sweet sex. Nicole broke their kiss when his fingers traveled over her clitoris and delved onto the delicate folds of her pussy.

"Yes, yes......feel me, Alec! Feel how wet I am!" Nicole cried as her head tossed in pleasure. She wasn't lying. Her slit was slick with her juices. Dr. Thornton wanted very badly to fuck her pussy but he also wanted to feel her sexy mouth on his dick, if only briefly this first time. He'd waited so long for this moment.

"Nicole, I want you to put your hands up above your head.....that's it."

Nicole brought her hands off his back and slid them up the slight incline of the sofa until they were about five inches above her head, her wrists crossed.

"Nicole, you are unable to move your hands from the sofa. Try to move them." Her upper arms moved but her hands stayed planted as if nailed to the couch.

"I can't move them, Alec!" Nicole gasped at her inability to perform so simple a task. Her voice had a hint of fright in it.

"Nicole, the fact that you can not move your hands does not worry you. Your fear is gone, do you understand? It excites you instead." 

Nicole's face took on that simmering look that signified her renewed sexual excitement.

Thornton kissed her again before moving up over her lithe body to straddle her chest with his knees.

Nicole got her first good look at her employer's turgid manhood. It was over nine inches long and thick, much bigger than her husband's. He was going to let her suck it. God, she wanted to suck it for him.

"I want you to suck me for awhile, Nicole," Thornton said as he gripped it at the base with his right hand. "It may not be for long; I don't want to cum in your mouth. If I tell you to stop, I want you to open your mouth wide so I can pull it out quickly. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Alec, I'll suck you," Nicole promised as her eyes zeroed in again on his cockhead that hovered inches away. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips in anticipation.

"Yes, you'll be doing a lot of sucking around here from now on.....I want you to stick out your tongue as far as you can," Thornton instructed his secretary as he inched his knees under her armpits.

Nicole's long pink tongue rolled out like a welcome mat and Thornton laid his cockhead on it. Like a butterfly it flicked around the bottom side of his glans, sending thrills throughout the man's body. Thornton used his hand to smack his dick on her tongue several times, enjoying the sight of his secretary doing a fine impersonation of a baby bird waiting to get fed.

Unable to wait longer, Thornton leaned forward and let his weight be supported on his left hand on the couch near her frozen wrists. A quick hunch of his hips sent his dick down into Nicole's receptive mouth.

Nicole immediately began sucking and licking the three inches he put in her mouth. Her hot tongue was seemingly everywhere at once; wrapping around the head, sliding along the bottom of his shaft in a swirling motion. She was quite good. Then she lifted and lowered her head from the couch as she worked her lips farther and farther up his shaft.

"Aaaah, Nicole, you suck cock like a pro!" Thornton said down to her as he watched his usually demure secretary try to devour more of his manhood. "That's it......Aaaah, yes....use your tongue. Christ, that feels good!"

Too good, Thornton realized as he felt an incredible urge to flood her mouth with his sperm. He had several weeks of sperm waiting in his heavy balls.

"Stop, Nicole! Open your mouth!" Thornton pulled his spit slick phallus from her lovely mouth and squeezed the head tightly as he killed the eruption that threatened to end his fun. After a minute he relaxed his grip and a spoonful of clear pre-cum oozed from his piss slit and fell on Nicole's neck. "Oh, Christ that was close. You almost made me cum, darling."

Thornton got off the couch and walked to the end of the recliner, giving himself some time to cool off before preceding. Nicole lay as she had been, her arms above her head, her long hair fanning underneath her body, her breathing heavy. Thornton loved the lines of her ribcage, the sloping conical breasts on either side of her sternum, her sleek legs which were slowly rubbing against each other. He wanted to be inside her, to take what he couldn't have before his trip to Europe.

Thornton began to crawl up over her body and Nicole spread her legs in anticipation. Thornton dipped his head down into her crotch and began blowing air across her clit and she squirmed under him, wanting actual physical contact.

"Oh, Alec! Aaaahhh, lick it. . Eat me!" she whimpered, looking down at him.

Thornton lapped his tongue over her clit and Nicole groaned in pleasure. He'd supercharged her sexual responsiveness and she was like a firecracker waiting to go off. Thornton wanted to be riding her when she went off.

"I've got to fuck you, Nicole," Thornton said almost apologetically as he rose up and moved his knees forward until they met the back of her thighs. His cockhead fell into her trimmed pubic patch as he once again leaned over the lovely woman.

"Oooh, yes, Alec, I want you inside me. I want you to make love to me," Nicole encouraged as she looked down to see him move his solid member to the opening of her pussy. "I want it all, Alec, please, give it all to me."

The woman's unconditional love, albeit it programmed, made Thornton's prick jerk. He wanted to ram all nine inches up into her belly in one thrust. But he didn't want to hurt her or leave any physical evidence of his illicit act. 

Instead, he slowly thrust into Nicole and felt her vagina begrudgingly open up before his cock-knob. She was tighter than he thought she might be. But it was a tightness that he enjoyed.

He felt the extremity of his penis press against her cervix. Two inches of his stiff lance still remained to go. Thornton was used to being too much man for most of the woman he dicked.

"Oooooo, I'm so full!" Nicole whined up at her new lover.

"Baby, your husband's left me a nice tight pussy. Time to open it up a little." Thornton grabbed Nicole's sides just under her breasts and he began thrusting in and out of her delicious pussy. Her cute tits began swaying in rhythm with his thrusts and her legs wrapped around his pumping ass.

Nicole was lost in a world of pleasure she had never known. The doctor's erection filled her like her husband could not, his strong hands held her sides like a vise. She'd never felt the passion that her body sang with at that moment.

Why was it never like this before? she wondered as she felt an orgasm building up in her stuffed loins.

"Ooooooh, Alec, Alec, sooo good....oh, oh, oh....oohh .....Ohhhhhhh, OOOOOOOH!" Nicole cried up at Thornton as her pussy began quaking around his cock, sending tendrils of ecstasy coursing through her body. Her hips bucked up against his thrusting lance as her orgasm filled her body. "OOOOOOOOOH, OOOOOH, oooooooh, oooooooh, mmmmm, mmm!"

Thornton stopped his thrusting and let his new mistress ride out the storm of her orgasm. Her cunt gripped and relaxed around his cock like a man milking a cow. Thornton was barely able to hold back his own climax. He didn't want to it to end that way; he wanted to build up a hard fast rhythm and hold off until the last possible moment before losing himself in her.

Nicole lay still beneath him finally and he relaxed his grip on her torso. His hands reached back and gripped her legs above the knees and he brought them forward, pushing them up and back toward her arms. He shifted his feet onto the floor on each side of the narrow couch and walked himself forward, all the time keeping himself inside her. His hands let her legs rest on his upper arms as he gripped the sides of the couch near her head. In this new position, Thornton could fuck downward into her raised hips.

Nicole's eyes remained closed, wrists still firmly tacked above her, face turned to the side as her employer began driving into her again. The delicious pounding had resumed and she worked her pussy muscles around the doctor's shaft without really thinking about it.

Thornton looked down at his big cock as it plunged into her petite pussy lips, her clit exposed as his girth forced her lips wide, her flat tummy now crisscrossed with lines of wrinkles due to the way her body was pretzeled. Gasps escaped Nicole's slack mouth as he hammered his hard-on down into her juicy quim, his cockhead bottoming out with each stroke. 


HypnoWho



He began thrusting harder and faster. He couldn't hold back any longer.

"Uhhn, Uuuuhnnn, UUUHHNNNNN!" Thornton bellowed as he buried his boner into his sexy secretary a final time and left it there as his nuts heaved and his spunk jetted through his cock into Nicole's heavenly pussy. He trembled over her trapped form as pulse after pulse of his hot cum flooded her insides. Nicole whimpered as he filled her to overflowing, their juices forced out around his shaft to trickle down the crack of her ass.

Dr. Thornton let Nicole's legs down and he fell on top of her, totally spent.

It had been better than he could have imagined. He knew what he had done was terribly wrong. Yet he knew that there would be others like Nicole.

Part 2

Thornton sat in the back of his limo and watched the scenery outside slip by on a subconscious level. Again he thought about the workings of his own mind.

Was it the power that he had harnessed? Was he just a weak man?

Whatever the reason he knew he would continue. Knew that he had to continue.

The limo pulled through the gates of his driveway and approached his home. It was a large brick home patterned after a French villa. It sat on a lakefront lot in one of Boston's best suburbs.

He stepped out as Charles opened the door, thanked Charles and told him he would not need his services the rest of the night. Charles carried his bags into the foyer as he removed his coat. It was good to be home after so long away.

Mrs. Stephana Giazelli Thornton came down the staircase to greet her husband. His second wife was a tall statuesque Italian that he had met in Naples three years ago after the death of his first wife.

"Darling, welcome home," she said as she kissed him.

"It's so good to be back," he said as he hugged her. He loved her very much and a pang of guilt hit him as he held her. He had just come from his office and the arms of his secretary. He pulled away from her quickly, hoping that none of Nicole's scent was left on him. Charles came in with his final bag.

"Thank you, Charles," Stephana said and Charles tipped his cap and was gone. "Well, come in and have some dinner. You must be hungry after your flight. I know how you hate the airline food."

After his meal, they sat and talked as they drank a glass of wine. Stephana was into her fourth cigarette in about the last ten minutes. Alec thought it was a disgusting habit but she tried to curtail her usage when around him. Something had his wife stressed out.

"What's bothering you, Stevie?" he said using her nickname as he placed his hand on hers and gave it a squeeze. His wife blew smoke up at the ceiling and smiled at him.

"It's Lisa, of course," Stephana said with a sigh. Stephana's daughter seemed always to be a source of aggravation for her mother. Part of the problem was that Stevie was being too confining, not letting Lisa grow up and learn things on her own. Stephana wanted to mold her daughter into the perfect society darling.

Of course, Lisa was at an age where rebellion was at its highest. The result was that Lisa began hanging around with the wrong crowd, a collection of long-haired boys and punk looking girls. The more Stevie tried to bring Lisa back in line, the bigger the rift between them became.

"What has she done now?" Alec asked.

"The school phoned to say that she has been missing more classes. That is maddening enough because we have talked to her about it. But even worse than that is that Maria was cleaning her bathroom this morning and found a pregnancy kit box in the trash can. She reported this to me, of course."

Maria was their maid.

"When Lisa got home, I sat her right down and asked her what she was doing with the kit. She admitted that she was concerned that she might be pregnant. She said the test was negative. When I began to tell her again about the perils of the unprotected sex, she, of course, stormed out of the room." Stephana stamped her cigarette out and reached for another. "The thought of her ruining her life by getting pregnant by one of those. . .those . .hooligans causes me great heartache." Her mastery of the English language was not always very good.

"I know, Stevie, raising children can be the most infuriating thing a person does in life. You only want the best for them. I went through the same thing with Jennifer. I'll talk with Lisa tomorrow. She may listen to my advise."

"I hope so, Alec. But this is no way to welcome my husband back home. Talking of only problems. Come upstairs and I will draw you a bath and you can tell me of your trip. I want to hear all of it."

* * * * * * * * * *

Alec closed his eyes and let the warm water lap around his body. The oversized bathtub in the master suite had water jets just under the surface and Stevie had set them on a low level before going into the bedroom to put up her hair at the vanity.

Alec began thinking about Nicole, her hot, supple body, the way she'd felt under him. His dick began to inflate into a full-blown erection. Nothing to worry about there; Stephana would be pleasantly surprised was all.

He heard a movement at the doorway and opened his eyes to see his wife come into the bathroom, sipping her glass of wine. She wore a short robe that he had bought for her last Christmas; it accentuated her long legs. She was 5' 9" in her bare feet and a lot of her height was in her legs. It had been the first thing he'd noticed at the party they had met at in Naples. Her full black hair was pinned up on her head in an intricate series of folds. She came over to the tub and kneeled to place her drink down.

"How is the water?" she asked seductively.

"Fantastic but lonely," he answered with a smile.

Stevie rose up and undid her robe, letting it fall to the floor. She proudly modeled her statuesque body for her husband. She saw him take in her long legs, her black pubic mound, her flat stomach and her firm breasts, courtesy of the best plastic surgeon in New York City. She stepped into the tub and sank down into his arms.

"Oh, Alec!" she gasped as she felt his boner press into her side. Her hand reached down to fist his manhood. She gave it a jerk and her husband groaned in pleasure.

The poor dear has not been with a woman in three months, Stephana thought. She hoped he could last long enough for her to satisfy herself.

Alec turned her in his arms so she faced him and their bodies molded together as she kissed him hotly. He ran his hands down her strong back and grabbed her ass, pulling her tighter against his sandwiched cylinder of sex.

She broke their kiss and he went for her exposed neck, kissing and nibbling it all over.

"Mmmmm, yes, Alec, oh, my love....it has been so long.....so long," Stevie whispered as she pushed his legs together and straddled them with her own. She slid her body up his and offered her breasts to his active mouth.

Alec grabbed her hard tits and squeezed them together. His tongue flicked back and forth over her dark stiff nipples as he felt her hand grip his upthrust nine inch member. Her hips slid further up his torso and he felt her guide his bloated cockhead into the folds of her pussy. His hands traveled down to hold her wet hips as she lowered

herself down on his column.

"Hmmmmmmuhhhhh!" Stevie groaned as his familiar thickness spread her descending flesh. She never got enough of his big cock. Her hands gripped his powerful shoulders as she sank further and further into his lap, impaling herself on her man. The bottom of her thighs pressed against his legs finally and she knew she had all she was going to get in that position. Her cunt massaged his encased phallus as her husband bent his head to lick and kiss her glistening torso just beneath her tits.

Alec lavished her soapy body with his tongue, the swells of the bottom of her tits pressed against his forehead. His hands kneaded her ass as he ran his tongue up into her cleavage, feeling her hard breastbone underneath her wet skin. Her hands closed on his head and she tilted it back against the tiled wall of the tub area. His wife brought her mouth down on his, hotly Frenched him as she began grinding her hips in a circle. He hadn't seen her that excited since he had fucked her the night of the party in Italy.

Stevie pulled her tongue out his mouth and leaned her head back, her eyes locking onto his as she began moving herself up and down on his tumescent prick. Alec brought his hands up to grab her tits, his fingers moving over her distended nipples. She thrilled at the new sensitivity her nipples had taken on since she'd had her breasts augmented; Alec had gotten her off just sucking them in the past. As she slid her pussy down again, her husband thrust himself up hard to meet her and Stevie encouraged him to continue.

"Alec, darling, yes, I like that, give it to me, darling." Stevie sank down against him, crushing her tits against his chest and raising her hips until only the head of his cock remained in her snug sex. Alec's strong hands gripped her asscheeks and pulled them open as he began humping his large dick up into her waiting womanhood. Stevie gasped softly in Alec's ear with each powerful lunge up into her excited body.

"God, aah, aah... Stevie!" Alec said as he banged his hips up between her long legs. His wife gave her hips a seductive in-and-out grind that directed his cock into her at different angles, heightening his ardor. Her tongue licked and explored his earhole as he felt her right hand slide down between their wet squished bodies. Soon her nails were titillating his ascending prick as she worked her clit into a lather. The bathroom rang with his grunts and her steadily rising squeals of pleasure.

"Ooooh, yes, ooh, yes, ooh, Alec! Alec! Oooh! Yes! Yes! YesYesYes YesYESSSS!" Stephana hissed as her cunt churned and quaked around his manhood on the crest of her climax. Alec held her trembling hips as he continued hurling his unflagging erection in his delirious wife. He kept her cumming for well over a minute as she shook in his arms.

"Oh, Alec!" Stevie said as she stroked his face after returning to earth, "I can't believe you didn't join me. After such a long time. You are like a superman, yes?" She gave his cock a squeeze with her vaginal muscles.

"I just didn't want it to end," Alec replied, his hands rubbing her wet tits, enjoying the heavy feeling of her soapy sacs.

"Yes, but what kind of wife would I be if I did not satisfy you properly," she teased. "I know a way that you enjoy. Would you like to do my breasts?" Stevie knew her husband had thoroughly enjoyed himself making love to her new breasts before he had left.

"You know I would," Alec said as she lifted herself off his cock and rolled off him to sit on the ledge next to him. Alec swung his leg over hers and pivoted his hips so he was astride her reclining body. 

His cock and balls dripped soapy bathwater onto her wet tummy as she used her legs to raise her frame to a more horizontal position. Her round tits rose from her chest, proud and perfect.

Alec eyed her deep, tight cleavage as she cupped her globes and squeezed them together.

"Stevie, that looks so hot!"

"You know I feel more of a women with them, Alec. Come and let me thank you."

Alec needed no further invitation. He dipped his hips and slid his spongy head into the middle of Stevie's now spread tits. It more than filled the two inch separation between her olive hued mounds. Stevie wrapped her firm jugs around his wet member and Alec slowly drove the rest of his cock up between her enveloping teats until his cockhead met her downtilted chin.

"Oh, shit, that feels good!" he exclaimed as he pulled his dick back to repeat the process. Alec loved to fuck tits. His first wife had been a curvaceous belle from Atlanta. On their honeymoon she'd suggested he do her tits after trying almost everything else. He'd been hooked ever since. He was glad Stevie now had those firm pillows to sandwich his dick.

Alec tit-fucked his wife for several minutes, eyes closed, enjoying the incredible sensations. His thought flicked between Stevie and his hot former wife.

Then, an imagine of Jennifer found its way into his tit-fucking mental slideshow. He pushed the image of his beautiful daughter out of his mind. Jennifer, the spitting image of his deceased wife! He shouldn't think about that.

But she kept finding her way back to his thoughts.

Jennifer, the head cheerleader at Duke. The way she had filled out her uniform when he went to a game on Parent's Day. The way her breasts had felt against his chest when she hugged him good-bye in front of the sorority house. Jenny in her bikini out by their pool last summer; the top leaving nothing to the imagination.

Alec lost himself in his fantasy.

Stevie heard her husband groan and his thrusts increased through her soft cleavage. Her tongue darted out and lapped at his flared glans each time it neared her face. Her nipples were super stiff between her fingers.

God, Alec is really enjoying himself! she thought.

But Alec wasn't fucking Stevie's tits anymore; instead his beautiful daughter was now below him, her large, soft mammaries trapping his humping cock! In his mind's eye, he looked down to see her looking up at him, her tits rippling with each thrust, her cheeks wet with his pre-cum as his cockhead slid around and past her open mouth.

Yeah, Daddy, fuck my tits! Fuck my big tits! Get your rocks off all over my face! his lovely daughter pleaded.

"Yes....Yes! Here it is, baby! AAAAAH! Fuck! Eat it, EAT IT!" Alec cried in the real world as his dick, on an upstroke, began erupting.

A thick wad of his cum slammed against Stevie's nose and began dripping down into her open mouth. Successive blasts completely covered her cheeks and chin with a glaze of his semen. Finally, Alec's prick began to dribble more of his slick cum on her breastbone and in the valley of her tits as he slowed his thrusts.

Alec opened his eyes to look down at his daughter and saw instead his wife as she cleaned his cock with her tongue.

God, why am I thinking such things? Alec thought as his mind swam in turmoil.

* * * * * * * * * *

Later in bed, Alec held his wife as they talked. Alec had offered to give her shoulders a massage and she'd leaned back against him as he sat up against the headboard. His fingers kneaded and pulled at her shoulders, sending her into a very relaxed state.

"That's right, Stevie. Relax. Relax. Let those shoulders just relax totally. That's it. This must be making you sleepy."

"Yes, very," Stevie said in total bliss.

"Good, let yourself go. Go into a sleep. You're safe here. You're getting sleepier. Still you are relaxed. Sleepier now, sleepier......."

Without realizing it, she was taken through a hypnotic induction sequence. Alec tested her when he thought she was thoroughly under.

"Stevie, you're a sleep but you can hear her. You are asleep but you can talk."

"Yesssss...asleep," Stevie whispered.

"Good, Stevie, now listen carefully. I am going to give you several commands. You will be open to all forms of sexual expression that I may wish to try, with you or another woman. I want to be with other women. You will not be threatened or angry about this. You will accept this as a natural part of our relationship. Do you understand?"

"Yesss, understand."

"Stevie, you will not speak to anyone regarding any aspects of either of our sex lives, do you understand?"

"Yessssss."

"I am going to give you a keyword. When I speak this keyword, you will immediately go into a trance state. The same state that you are in now. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand," Stevie said sleepily.

"Stevie, your keyword is Aardvark. Repeat that please."

"Aardvark."

"Good. You will not remember this conversation but you will remember all the instructions I have given you. Now roll over and go to sleep." Stevie rolled over and was fast asleep.

* * * * * * * * * *

Unable to sleep, his mind on the day's events and a number of his patients that he envisioned fucking, Thornton got up around 1 a.m. and went downstairs to his study. He saw Lisa's Jeep parked in front of the house. Apparently, she'd finally gotten home. Probably, well after her curfew. The girl just did not respect her mother or him.

It's time to change that, Thornton thought.

He made his way back upstairs. Lisa's bedroom door was shut. He knocked softly but got no response as he had hoped. He slowly opened the door inch by inch. The light from the hall allowed him to see that she was asleep in her bed. He quietly moved to the side of her bed and looked down on his stepdaughter.

Lisa had the same olive skin as her mother but was slight in build. She'd probably not get much taller than her present 5' 3" height. Her hair was a dark brown rather than black like Stevie's but worn just as long. She chose not to accentuate her features with the use of make-up or hairstyling; she had instead embraced the punk look of her friends. She wore the baggy clothes and boots and only ate vegetables in protest of inhumane treatment of animals, etc.

He knelt by the side of her bed and said her name in a whisper. No response. He said it again, slightly louder. No response. He tried again, slightly louder still. This time a muscle moved in her cheek.

He'd found the threshold of her subconscious mind. While people slept, their minds were still working away. One part was generating dreams, one part was handling all the automatic functions of the body like breathing, digestion, the beating of the heart. And one part was listening to the sounds of the environment. It was to this part that Dr. Thornton spoke.

Part 3

Thornton came down to breakfast the next morning looking peeked. He'd not gotten a lot of sleep but he was in good spirits. He thanked Maria for his breakfast and was eating when Stevie came down in her morning robe.

"Good morning, you tiger." Stevie said kissing him on the cheek and sitting down to pour herself some juice. "Do you have to got into the office today? It would be so nice to spend the day together."

"Yes, I have to go to work today. I've got several appointments today and correspondence to catch up on." he said. "We'll have time together this weekend. I've got to be off. By the way, I have a feeling that Lisa is going to come around. Try to talk with her today."

"Okay, I'll try." Stevie promised as he kissed her and headed for the door.

* * * * * * * * * *

Stevie called him at the office several hours later, extremely excited. "Alec, you would not believe the way Lisa has changed! It's like she's a completely different young lady. She apologized for the way she's been acting and says she wants to spend more time with her. I just can't get over it."

"Stevie, that's wonderful. Maybe we're past the most difficult times."

Thornton knew the old Lisa was gone for good....or until he changed her programming. He'd attempted to defuse the rebellion she was going through and instill some respect for her elders. He'd installed a keyword in case he needed to fine tune things. Apparently, things would be quieter on the home front.

"I'm going to take her into town and we'll do some shopping, spend the afternoon together," Stevie continued. "Oh, I'm so happy."

"All right, sweetheart, I'll see you guys later." Alec felt immense satisfaction that he'd used his new found power in a good way. 

His intercom buzzed and Nicole said, "Dr. Thornton, Miss Takagi is here for her appointment." Nicole's voice was professional as always and Thornton smiled at the way he had her under his control. He was her new lover and, when they were alone, he could call up the new lust she had for him by speaking just one little word.

He looked down at his calendar and saw Miss Takagi's name circled in red. It was an appointment he had been looking forward to all day.




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"Thank you, Nicole, please show her in." He stood, arranged his tie and came around his desk as the door to his office opened and Nicole ushered in his patient.

"Dr. Thornton, so good to see you back," Ms. Takagi said with a polite smile.

"Thank you," he said as Nicole closed the door behind her. They made some idle chatter about his trip to Europe and then she took her place on the couch. 

"Now, tell me Jasmine, how were you during my absence?" Thornton said as he pulled his chair near the psychiatric couch.

Jasmine Takagi smiled up at him with her hands crossed on her stomach. She was the daughter of one of the city's leading industrialists. Her family had come from Japan years ago to make their fortune. The Takagi family still lived by the strict Japanese societal laws of their homeland.

"Very well, Dr. Thornton," she said softly. "I had to see Dr. Richelli a couple of times and he was very helpful."

"Good, I'm happy to see there has been no relapse. How are things with your family?"

Jasmine had embarrassed her family by becoming embroiled in a sex scandal. A videotape of her and two older gentleman had found its way into general circulation, and soon a news station sensationalized it. The Takagi family was of course furious that their daughter would shame their family. Her father sought professional help for their daughter to save face and she had become his patient.

"Things are still strained but I am hopeful for a reconciliation," she said.

He had diagnosed her with nymphomania and told the family that this was an uncontrollable illness. For the last year, Dr. Thornton had been trying to talk her out of her urges by going back over her life to try to unlock the reasons behind her behavior.

And for a year, he'd wanted to jump on top of her and ravish her. She was an incredible beauty. A flawless Oriental face with the almond eyes, straight diminutive nose and an almost round pair of lips. She wore her crimped jet-black hair to mid-back and used some kind of gel that made it look damp. Her body was lithe and graceful with the legs of a dancer. She was tall for a Japanese women; he guessed she was 5' 6".

"Well, I think I have a new technique that will be most helpful in your treatment," Dr. Thornton began. . . . 

* * * * * * * * * *

". . . . and when I snap my fingers, you will become totally awake and alert and feel refreshed."

SNAP. Jasmine opened her eyes and looked at Dr. Thornton.

"How to you feel, Ms. Takagi?"

"Fine, did I go under?"

"Yes, I had no trouble. Thank you for being so cooperative."

"How long was I under?"

"About fifteen minutes."

"Were you able to learn anything?"

"Yes, I found out that you are an ordinary girl that loves to have sex. The hotter the sex, the better." Thornton saw her face cloud up; this was not something she wanted to hear after a year of visits to his office. "But, Jasmine I must say one thing to you. Buttercup."

At the mention of her keyword, Jasmine's entire demeanor changed. Her face took on a seductive look. She turned on her side to face him and cupped one of her breasts through her silk blouse.

"Dr. Thornton, you know I find you extremely attractive," Jasmine purred. "I've had such wicked thoughts about you." Her eyes closed and she tilted her head back as her hand squeezed her breast hotly through the silk blouse that she wore. All designed to enflame passion in her doctor and it had the desired effect. "You could do anything you want to me. I will show you untold pleasures."

"That's right, Jasmine. I don't want you to fight your feelings any longer. I'll help you act out all those bad desires. I think it may be an important step in your treatment. And you can be assured that I will not let anyone know."

Thornton rose from his chair and walked back to his desk, keeping his eyes on Jasmine as he felt his cock stiffen. Sitting on the edge of the desk, he flicked his intercom on.

"Nicole, I'm not to be disturbed for the next half hour."

Jasmine rose from the couch, knowing why he was demanding privacy. She knew the power that her body had over men. It was an easy matter to seduce her doctor.

Thornton smiled at Jasmine as she walked slowly toward him. He'd programmed her to be the seductress. She came between his legs, running her hands up his thighs until they rested on his noticeable bulge. 

He grabbed her head and Frenched her, jamming his tongue into her hot mouth. Her nimble fingers undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants during their passionate kissing. His zipper went down and her small hand slid inside to rub his erection through his underwear.

Thornton broke their kiss and Jasmine looked down between their bodies. About three inches of her doctor's prick was sticking up past the waistband of his underpants. A nice, big, fat cock all hard for her. She wished she'd seduced him long ago. She let her hand rub the exposed shaft and he drew in his breath at her delicate touch.

"Oh, you sexy bitch! Your hand feels good. I bet your lips would feel fantastic," Thornton said to his sexually flushed patient. 

Jasmine gave him a wicked smile and hooked her fingers under the elastic band on his shorts and tugged them down. Dr. Thornton lifted his ass and the shorts and his pants pooled around his knees.

Jasmine took a step away from him and, bending at the waist, brought her pretty face down on his fat sex organ. He felt her tongue begin to rim his enflamed glans and he pulled her long hair up and over her head so he could watch.

The Japanese beauty finished her tongue bath and got down to some serious cock sucking. She raised her mouth over his spit-slick tip and let a long dollop of saliva fall onto his cock-knob and the shaft beneath it. Her small hand took this lubricant and rubbed it up and down his shaft bringing a groan from her doctor.

"Doctor Thonton, what a big cock you have! Oh, I must get it all wet." She spat on his cock and continued working her fist. "Mmmmmm, yeah, I'm going to love sucking your cock!" She continued spitting on his enflamed pillar until it was veritably dripping with her spit.

"Suck it, Jasmine!" Dr. Thornton ordered. The nympho was driving him mad.

As he watched, Jasmine ran the side of her face slowly up his wet cock. Her eyes were closed; it looked like she was getting off just feeling his veiny erection scrape along her cheek.

Finally, her mouth came back up over his cockhead and she kissed it lovingly before opening her mouth wide and diving down on his phallus, taking five inches of his thick erection to the back of her talented mouth.

Thornton nearly came at the lewd sight of his cock between her small red lips; they looked stretched to the breaking point. Jasmine held her face down on him, her tongue dancing around the underside of his shaft as she sucked. Then she took another inch. Thornton felt the rippling walls of her throat massaging his glans and he knew she was going to try to eat all nine inches.

"Aaaah, yeah, take it all! God, you horny cocksucker!" Alec hissed down at his new geisha lover. 

Jasmine was breathing heavily through her nose, getting her throat ready for more. Her hand let go of the base of his cock and she forced her face down further. Thornton felt his dick bend as it followed the tunnel of her throat. Her lips crushed themselves into his pubic hairs as she took all nine fat inches like a porno queen.

"Aaawwww, shit!" Thornton gasped as she held his cock deep in her throat for about fifteen seconds. It was the first time any woman had deep-throated him and the feeling was indescribable. God, he wanted to keep her on his dick forever!

Soon, however, Jasmine slowly backed off his rod until she had about three inches in her skilled mouth. Her hand gripped his shaft again and began jacking him as she began corkscrewing her lips up and down his weighty fuckstick.

As she sucked, her left hand unzipped her skirt and she kicked it off. Her free left hand then dipped into the front of her black panties; Alec could see the outline of her fingers working her wet pussy.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmm," Jasmine hummed around her meaty prisoner. Her fist became a blur, urging him toward a climax. At the top of a suck, she took her mouth off him and used her hand on his sensitive knob.

Thornton used the opportunity to move them to another position. He hopped off the desk and pushed his patient to her knees before him. She immediately began eating his cock again. His hands gripped her oily hair and he began thrusting into her mouth. He enjoyed this more active involvement.

"Finger yourself.....use both hands! Rub your pussy, baby!" Thornton ordered.

Jasmine's other hand let go of his shaft and disappeared into her panties and she moaned around his pistoning dong. She whimpered more and more as her hands whipped her pussy into a frenzy. After repressing her sexual urges for so long, she was longing for release. She pulled her mouth off him and whimpered as her hips gyrated against her fingers.

"Cum, Jasmine, cum all over your fingers!" Alec ordered and she moaned as her loins melted into her orgasm. Her red lips formed a perfect "O" as her body undulated on her knees. Her silk blouse could not hide the impression of her hard nipples.

Thornton saw his new geisha lose it and knew he had to join her. He rammed his dick in her "O" ring lips and began stroking it in her sweet mouth. His balls began to boil and he could feel his own climax fast approaching. He felt Jasmine's hands slide up the back of his thighs and grab his humping ass.

Feeling his climax roaring toward him, Thornton looked down at the kneeling girl. Her eyes were now open and looking up at him as he used her mouth like a cunt. Her erotic slanted eyes and stuffed red lips sent Thornton over the edge.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna CUMMMM!" he shouted as his prick began spewing thick ropes of jism against Jasmine's tonsils. Thornton's hands jerked her head forward and his cock filled her throat again as his salty load continued to stream out against the smooth inner walls of her neck.

"OH, FUCK!....AH!....AH!....AH!" Thornton groaned as the sexy Asian nympho guzzled his creamy seed. Finally, she sucked the last drop from his dickhole.

Thornton released her head and fell backward against his desk on shaky knees. Jasmine remained on her knees, her eyes now closed, as her hands came up to rub the tiny amount of his cum that had ran onto her chin when he withdrew.

"Jasmine, I think we've made an important breakthrough today," he quipped as he pulled his pants back up, buttoning them. Jasmine rose from her position on the floor and came into his arms.

"Dr. Thornton, please take those pants back off," she pouted sexily. "I'm sure I could find a way to get you hard again."

"Very tempting, my dear. But your time is almost up. I promise to call you soon and we will be together. I want you to go home and wait by the phone. Will you do that, Jasmine?"

"Yes, of course," she promised, unable to refuse the request from the new love of her life. 

* * * * * * * * * *

Thornton arrived home that night around 7 PM. Stephana met him in the foyer, all excited, practically bubbling over.

"Alec, I've got a surprise for you. Close your eyes!"

"What?"

"Close your eyes! Come on." Stephana took his hand and led him into the living room. "Okay, you can open them now."

Alec opened his eyes.

Before him, nervously shifting from foot to foot, was Lisa. But it was a totally different Lisa than the beatnik grunge child they'd lived with. This Lisa had been completely remade.

First, she was wearing a dress. A strapless white evening gown down to mid-thigh, sheer white panty hose and matching high heeled shoes. The white fabric showed off her natural olive skin.

Second, she had had her hair redone. It was now short, just off the shoulders, and done in large curls. Her face was framed by long straight ribbons of hair that had been lightened to a pale brown, almost blonde.

Third, someone had introduced her to make-up. Her skin looked perfect, her eyebrows had been reshaped to be narrower and straighter, and lipstick made her lips look fuller. She looked like some European princess.

"I'm pleased to meet you, young lady. Are you a friend of Lisa's?"

Lisa laughed and blushed, not used to be the center of attention.

"Well, I hope you like it, Alec," Lisa finally said. "Mom sure spent enough money on me today. I've been washed and cut and manicured and God knows what else."

"Oh, we just did a little maintenance work," Stevie laughed as she went to stand by her daughter and gave her a hug.

"Well, whatever you call it, I think it's great. I think we should go out to dinner and celebrate. I want everyone to see the two beautiful women in my life. How about dinner at Lucini's?" Alec suggested.

"Perfect!" Stevie agreed. Lucini's was one of the Boston's finest restaurants. People went there to be seen and the food was five star fare. Live music and a small dance floor made it a romantic nightspot. "Lisa, come help me pick out a dress."

Stevie and Lisa headed up the stairs arm in arm. Alec found himself watching Lisa's bottom instead of his wife's. The unexpected blossoming of Lisa stirred more than parental feelings in him. 

Lisa had already been conditioned. All he needed to do was speak her keyword and implant further instructions. The thought of completing a mother-daughter conquest was very appealing. Very appealing.

* * * * * * * * * *

At Lucini's they were well known and able to get a table overlooking the dance floor even on a busy Friday night. They had dinner. Lisa and Stevie had salad entrees while Alec had a magnificent veal Parmesan. They were having coffee when Thornton asked Lisa to dance.

"Really, Alec? I think I'd step all over your feet. I never learned," Lisa said nervously.

"Well, you're going to have to learn sometime. Better with me than some poor suitor."

"Oh, go ahead, Lisa," Stevie encouraged.

"All right," Lisa said as Alec pulled out her chair and offered his arm to her. Blushing, Lisa took it and let herself be led to the dance floor. As they arrived, the band struck up one of another long line of slow dance numbers.

Alec grasped her right hand in his and swung his left arm around her waist and proceeded to show her how to slow dance. She was clumsy at first but soon she had the motions down. Alec maneuvered them toward the opposite side of the dance floor after Lisa waved to her mother.

"Lisa, there's something I wanted to speak with you about. It's about the belltower." At the mention of her keyword, Lisa went stiff and glassy-eyed. She stopped dancing as the trance took control. 

Thornton quickly began giving her new instructions.

"Lisa, this is Alec. Hear what I am saying and obey. Dance like you just were. Move your legs, that's it, that's much better." Her dancing skills were much deteriorated but it was enough to not draw undue attention form any of the other dancers. He quickly ran through his other prepared instructions.

"Lisa, you are incredibly attracted to me. You don't care that I am married to your mother. You want to make love with me. You will try to seduce me. You will not fear rejection or that I might tell your mother. You will do whatever I ask of you, both in your day-to-day life and sexually. Do you understand?"

"Yesss."

"Good. Now you are coming up out of the trance. You are nearing full consciousness. When I say your keyword, you will become totally awake. Belltower."

Lisa raised her head from his chest and took a deep breath like she was awakening from a nap.

"You okay, Lisa?" Thornton said, giving her waist a little squeeze.

"Oh, yeah. This is great. You're a good teacher, Alec." Lisa moved closer to him, looking up at her stepfather. "I like slow dancing. Especially with someone I love."

Alec knew she'd thrown that line out on purpose. It could be taken both ways. Love like a member of her family or the love between a man and a woman.

"Mother's so lucky to have a man like you," Lisa continued. "I hope I can find someone just like you. You're everything I want in a man." Her young body was molded to his now and he felt his penis begin to fill with blood. She was trying to get him excited and he thrilled at her young body as it pressed against his.

"Seeing you this way, Lisa, I've got to say that any man would love to be with you. You're a beautiful young woman," Thornton offered, bringing her hand to his mouth and lightly kissing it as the music ended.

Lisa held him while other couples began heading for their seats. Her eyes conveyed the attraction she now felt for her stepfather. She could see the same thing in his eyes.

"Don't I get a kiss after a dance?" Lisa asked hopefully.

Alec smiled and lowered his head to give her a quick peck on her lips but Lisa hooked her hand around his neck and he felt her lips open and her tongue dart against his lips before he pulled himself away, conscious that Stevie was probably watching.

"We better get back to the table, Lisa. Your mother might think you are trying to steal her man." Thornton led his stepdaughter back toward their table, his mind racing ahead on his plans for later that evening.

* * * * * * * * * *

"Darling, thank you for a wonderful evening." Stevie said as they entered the front door an hour later. "I can not remember when I had such a good evening out. I hope you enjoyed it, Lisa?"

"Yes, it was most enjoyable," she said, looking at her stepfather.

"Well, I think I was with the two most beautiful women in the place tonight," Alec complimented them. He gave his wife a hug and she headed to the kitchen.

"I'm going to make some coffee. Would you like some?"

"Yes, thank you, dear," Alec called after her. He drifted into the living room with Lisa walking ahead of him. She was walking very femininely, moving her hips in that dress for his benefit. She looked back and caught him staring at her derriere.

"You better not let mom see you ogling me like that?" she said and then laughed. Her laugh said that it was all right to mentally undress her. She liked his attention. Gone was the blushing girl from earlier in the evening. Instead, Lisa was now a confident seductress.

"Lisa, we both know you were grinding your bottom so that I would look at it. Am I right?" 

Lisa stole a glance at the kitchen before answering.

"Yes, I guess we both do know that. . . the question is whether you want to see more." She was becoming totally blatant in her seduction. She turned toward him and sat on the arm of the couch. She was waiting for his response.

"I would," Alec answered. "I would very much. Does that shock you?"

"Not in the least. I was hoping you would say that. I'm not a little girl, Alec. I want you. And I know you want me now. So, what are we going to do about it?"

"Your mother has had a busy day. I'm sure she will be asleep by 11 o'clock. I'm very certain that I will still be wide awake. Maybe restless. I might get up and take a look around the house to be sure the alarms are on. I might look in on you to see that you are okay."

His stepdaughter smiled as her mom came into the room with coffee for her husband.

* * * * * * * * * *

"Alec, I just can't get over the turnaround in Lisa," Stevie said as she brushed out her hair in the mirror at her makeup table. "She's like a whole new person."

Alec finished his nightly 100 sit-ups and lay back on the carpet. He liked the way his nightly workout regimen made his body feel right after. His muscles were hardened, the blood was circulating. He rolled over and began his 50 push-ups as Stevie finished her hair and walked to the bed, clothed in a purple satin Victoria Secret bra and panties.

"Don't wear yourself out, loverboy," she said as she lay across the bed on her side and watched him workout.




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Alec knew she wanted sex. He was going to have to disappoint her that night. Still he could let her pleasure herself.

"Start without me, baby," Alec said as he stopped his push-ups.

"Really?" Stevie said.

"Yeah, pull those panties to the side and give me a peek." His wife smiled wickedly as her fingers reached between her legs and pulled the purple fabric to one side. "Hmmm, that looks good, baby. Now play with yourself."

His wife had to obey and her other hand followed the first down into her crotch. He watched as her fingers delved into her labia, spreading them so he could see the button of her clit before her fingers began to swirl over it.

"Oh, Alec, I'm really ready tonight. Come to bed," Stevie invited.

Alec rose to his feet and looked down on his wife. His rising prick formed a tent in the boxer shorts he wore when working out. God, she was a beauty.

"Roll over on your back. Spread your legs, no, keeping playing with yourself. I want to watch."

Stevie was now on her back, her head raised up to look down her body and up at her husband. Her knees were bent and her thighs were splayed wide. One of her long fingers traveled up and down her slit and then slipped up her pussy.

"That's it, baby. Fuck yourself for me. You look fucking hot." Thornton watched as his wife continued her masturbation scene. Stevie was really getting into it. She'd lowered her head back onto the bedspread and her eyes were closed as she frigged herself.

"Mmmmmm, mmmmmmmm! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" Stephana gasped as she began humping her hips up into her finger. Alec shucked his boxers with some difficulty and stood watching his wife while he stroked his ready cock.

"That's it, Stevie, I want you to cum on your finger. That's it, stroke it in there. Play with your clit. That feels good, doesn't it? Yeah, fuck your pussy, baby!"

Stevie was getting close to cumming. Her husband's orders for some reason made her hotter and hotter. She wanted to cum so bad. Her finger began stabbing into her womanhood like a jackhammer. It felt so good, so good.

"AAAAHHHHH, OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!" Stevie groaned as she got off around her whipping digit. Alec watched her pant and roll around on the bed until her body relaxed. She had put on some kinda show. His prick was hard as a rock.

"Stevie, that was great. Now, I want you to get under the sheets and go to sleep."

"But, honey, I haven't taken care of you yet," Stevie offered as she gazed at his erection. She started to rise from the bed but he stopped her with her keyword.

"Aardvark."

She went still, falling down the levels he'd installed, to trance level.

"Stevie, can you hear me?" he asked as he sat down next to her.

"Yessss."

"Good, you're at peace, very peaceful. Now please get under the sheets and go to sleep." She began getting under the sheets as he ordered. "That's right, baby. Don't worry about me. I want you to go to sleep now." Alec sat by her side and leaned down to kiss her, letting his hand travel over her round breasts. "Now close your eyes, that's it, I want you to sleep. A peaceful sleep that you will not awaken from until I awaken you. Deep relaxing sleep. That's it."

His wife went totally under. She wouldn't awaken until he let her.

Alec got up, grabbed his robe, turned off the bedside lamp and left his bedroom, pulling the door shut behind him. Down the hall he could see light underneath Lisa's door. His cute stepdaughter was in there waiting for him.

She had not been on his list but he couldn't stop now. Not with the control he had. Any other man would do the same thing, he justified in his mind as he moved down the hallway and opened her door.

Her bedroom was empty. Her bedside lamp was on and she had draped a large red scarf over the shade; the room was lit in a dim reddish light. The curtains around her open French balcony doors rustled in a slight breeze off the lake. The white dress she had worn was draped over a chair. The bed had been turned down, the bedspread and sheets were pooled on the floor at the end of the bed.

Thornton closed the door and walked toward the bed, looking at her bathroom but the lights were off in there.

"Lisa?" he called.

"I thought you weren't coming."

Lisa's voice came from his right. He looked and saw her in the door to the balcony. She was smirking at him, standing in a pose that showed off all the curves of her young body. She was wearing a white lace bra, white thong bikini underwear with straps that rode high on her prominent hips, the sheer white, mid-thigh hose which he now saw had an elastic flower pattern along the top, and her high heels still. She looked like a slice of heaven.

"Wild horses couldn't have kept me away," Thornton said as he walked around to the side of her bed facing the balcony and sat down on the bed. "I love that outfit."

Lisa ran her hands down her sides, over her hips to rub the top of the hose. "Mom picked these hose out. And the shoes. I liked them so much I decided to leave them on. They're very sexy, don't you think?"

"I think you should leave them on. In fact, I insist that you do. Now come here and let me feel them." Thornton held out his arms and the young vixen slowly walked into them. Lisa stood between his legs and Thornton ran his hands up and down her silk leggings.

"You like my legs, Alec?" Lisa asked as she parted her thighs to let him explore further. "I know they're not as long as Mom's."

"Lisa, I like these young legs," Thornton said as he ran his hands up the smooth sides of her hips. "I like the whole package. Darling, you're a little sex-pot." Thornton leaned his head forward and briefly kissed Lisa's tummy above her bellybutton.

"Your hands are getting me excited," Lisa admitted.

Thornton's hands had traveled up her hips and then went around to grab her round ass. Lisa had a classic bubble butt; it stuck out like a shelf. This contrasted nicely with her upper body which was very petite.

As Thornton's big hands stroked and kneaded her behind, Lisa put her arms behind her back and undid her bra. She unashamedly shook it off and cast it on the floor. Her tits were a small B-cup in size; perfect sloping half-moons capped by small areolas and hard eraser-shaped nipples.

"Those are gorgeous," Alec whispered.

Lisa put her arms around her stepfather's head and leaned into him, offering a hard nipple to his mouth. His tongue lapped over it and then he sucked into his mouth.

"God, Alec, that feels good," Lisa sighed as he suckled her breasts.

Alec loved the feel of his stepdaughter's teats in his mouth. Her flesh was incredibly soft and he opened his mouth wider and sucked most of her beanbag-shaped tit into his mouth. Lisa pressed her young body harder against him, obviously enjoying the strong suction he was applying.

Meanwhile, Thornton's hands kept up their exploration of Lisa's voluptuous bottom. He pulled the string thong out of her buttocks and his thick fingers slid around the lower swell of her ass and found her little asshole.

Lisa jerked as he slid a finger back and forth over her puckered opening. Alec was sure that none of her teenage boyfriends had paid any attention to that erogenous zone. Next, he ran his finger further under and toward him, tracing a slow path across the flat hairless region between her asshole and pussy. Lisa could not stand the delicious suspense and she pushed away from Thornton to stand upright again, just out of his reach.

Thornton could see she was immensely turned on. Her mouth was hanging open and her face was flushed. Her little pussy was sure to be sopping wet. Thornton wanted that little treasure exposed.

"Turn around," he directed his new little strumpet. "Turn around and slowly pull down your thong."

Lisa hooked her thumbs under the strings of the thong high on her hips and spun away from him. Thornton was amazed at how thin her torso was in profile; it looked like he would be able to put his hand around her entire side.

Watching him over her shoulder, she arched her back, pushing her fanny at him and slid the thong down onto her thighs.

"Beautiful. Now I want you to take it down to your ankles. Slowly, that's it. Bend way over. Keep those legs straight. Oooh, you little cockteaser! I can see your pussy."

Lisa had never felt as hot as she felt now. She spread her legs as far as the thong around her ankles would allow and ran her left hand up between her legs. Her fingers ran through the small tuft of dark pubic hair at the top of her hardly noticeable outer labia, then slid upward to tease her slick slit.

Lisa heard Alec draw in his breath sharply and she became more excited at the way she was turning on her illicit visitor. All her previous boyfriends had pretty much just jumped on her and got their rocks off without much concern for her feelings or needs. But Alec was taking things slow, giving her pleasure. Plus there was the added excitement that she would soon be sampling some of the good loving that her mother often got.

Satisfied that she'd given her stepfather enough of a show, Lisa straightened up and kicked the thong off. She turned and walked to Alec as he was pulling his robe off his shoulders. She knew he had a well-conditioned, muscular body but seeing it up close on her bed was something she never imagined. She stroked his strong shoulders as he shook the robe off and pulled her to him.

Thornton put his arms around his hot teenager and pulled her on his lap as he kissed her for the first time. She kissed really well and he could feel her hands holding the side of his face as their tongues snaked around each other.

Her knees had straddled his upper thighs on the bed and he ran his hands down her back to grip her soft asscheeks. He pulled Lisa's hips against his body and his thick erection become sandwiched between them. 

"Mmmmm!" Lisa mewled in his mouth as she felt his hard member dig into her soft belly. She broke their kiss and leaned back to look down between their bodies.

"Alec!" Lisa said, looking down at the crown of his cock. "Can you feel my pussy rubbing your shaft? Mmmmm, mmmmmm!"

Thornton could indeed feel her wet crevice, way down low, as she grinded against his immovable flesh monolith. If she kept it up, he'd blow his wad all over her!

"Uhhhn, your pussy's hot, isn't it, Lisa?" Thorton said as he slid a hand up her undulating side and cupped one of her tits.

"Yes, yes!" Lisa proclaimed, looking him in the eye.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you?" Thornton teased.

"Mmmmm, yeah. . . I know you want to!"

"You don't know how much. But first I'm gonna get you good and wet, baby." Thornton swung Lisa around his body and over onto her back, sideways on her bed. "Move back, that's it."

Thornton had his willing stepdaughter scoot her ass backward until she was in the middle of the queen-size bed. Thornton rolled over on his stomach, slid his hands her knees and pushed her legs open. Lisa rose up on her elbows and watched him crawl closer, bringing his mouth toward her tender pussy.

"Oh my God, Alec, are you gonna eat me?!" Her voice was a mixture of disbelief and wanton desire. To show her support, her legs dropped farther open to lay on the mattress.

"Yes, I'm gonna give your pussy a good licking. Then fucking you will go a lot easier. God, your pussy looks fucking perfect." Thornton placed his hands on her splayed thighs and blew air across Lisa's gleaming sex. The young girl twitched in anticipation.

Thornton wasn't going to tease her any longer; he wanted to work his tongue up her twat as much as she wanted him to. He hadn't had any teen pussy in over 25 years. Back then he hadn't known what to do with his mouth but he'd had a lot of practice since.

Thornton scooted higher into her legs and laid his right forearm on her left thigh, his right hand came to rest just above her pussy on her flat, smooth tummy. Laying his left hand on her other thigh, he dipped his head down into her lap. His tongue flicked out and landed at the top of her pink slit and burrowed into her small inner labia.

Lisa moaned. Thornton worked his tongue slightly lower and felt the small nub of her clit. He sent his tongue around and around it. Lisa whimpered and her thighs tried to close but he held them open and continued his oral ministrations.

"Mmmmmm, ah, ah, ah, mmmm!" Lisa mewed as her stepfather tongued her most sensitive, most erotic area. "Oh, mmmm, mmmm, oh Alec, Alec!"

Thornton raised his head slightly, bringing his tongue off her love button as he brought the fingers of his right hand lower to cover her dewy pussy lips. His fingers spread her lips and Thornton could see the small entrance to her teen sexhole. He ran his middle finger down into the entrance and pushed it in slowly. Her buttery passage was surprisingly obliging. It seemed to suck in his probing finger.

The girl was obviously no virgin; the pregnancy kit meant she had had someone up her pussy before. He sank his finger in to the second knuckle and began fucking her with it. Lisa hunched her hips to meet his digit. He stole a glance up at Lisa and she had her head tossed back toward the ceiling, her hands were trying to dig into the firm mattress.

"Mmmmm, oh, yeah....mmm, yeah...oh, Alec, I can feel your finger in me!" Lisa whimpered as Thornton kept at it, getting the young girl more and more excited. His finger was slipping easily in and out of her as her juices began to leak out around his pistoning digit.

"You're juicy, Lisa, mmmm, yeah!" he whispered.

Thornton pulled his finger out and brought his entire mouth down on her slit and sucked up the accumulated juices. His tongue found her slippery love tunnel and he wormed it inside of her. He felt one of Lisa's hands grab his head and he began to feverishly use his tongue and mouth on her tasty cleft.

Lisa couldn't take the skillful cunnilingus for more than a minute. The heel on the shoe of her left foot began to scrape on Thornton's lower back as her hips began dancing under his mouth. Alec ran both hands over her belly and grabbed her waist, trying to hold her still as she writhed under his face.

"ALEC, ALEC, ALLLLEECCCC! MMMMMMM, OOOOOOOHHHH!" Lisa screamed as her insides went topsy-turvy and the world seemed to be reduced to Alec's tongue as her juices gushed around it.

Thornton let her juices coat his tongue and lips but he made no effort to suck out any of the teen's lubricant. He pulled his mouth off Lisa's trembling crotch and rose to his hands and knees and looked at his handiwork.

His stepdaughter was still out of it; she'd fallen back on the bed as her orgasm had taken her. Her head was turned to one side; one hand clutching a tit, the other thrown back above her head. She was breathing heavily; Thornton liked the way her ribcage appeared and disappeared as she gulped in the forgotten oxygen.

She was ready for him. Thornton's prick was rock-hard and eager to feel the eighteen year old's snug cunt gripping it. He crawled up over his prone stepdaughter.

Lisa had been reveling in the afterglow of the most powerful orgasm she'd ever felt. The light show on the inside of her eyelids was beginning to fade. She knew where she was again; on her bed with Alec. Marvelous Alec!

She felt his lips on her sternum, kissing her there. Then on her lower neck, ooh, it felt so good. His tongue traced the line of her jaw back to her ear. The feeling of his hot breath and teasing tongue in her ear drove her wild. It tickled but erotically. She ran her hands to cup his head and turned her face to his. His tongue demanded entrance to her mouth and she parted her lips to allow it in. Shamelessly, she Frenched her mother's husband as his weight came down on her petite body.

Alec broke their kiss and moved his mouth around her head to work on her other ear. Lisa gasped for breath as his weight was being supported by her slender frame; she could feel Alec's hands sliding down her hips. Instinctively, Lisa moved her hands under his shoulders and pushed up to relieve the weight on her chest. She shivered as her lover's tongue began rimming her auricle opening again.

Thornton could feel Lisa's excitement growing again. She was digging into his chest with her small hands. Her left leg had swung up and over his; her hose felt great against his skin. His hands dipped lower and grabbed her sweet ass. He slid further up her body so that his shoulder nearly covered her nose. He felt the end of his throbbing cock press against the bottom of her mashed buttcheeks and he shifted his hips upward and was rewarded by the feel of her small, rubbery labia. He pressed forward and his flared head found her wet opening.

"Lisa, relax, baby. I'm gonna give it to you. I'll take it slow, baby," he panted in her ear. "Ohhh, you're going to love my cock."

"Mmmmmmm! Yes, yes!" Lisa mewled into his shoulder.

Thornton bore his hips down into her and his wide crown pushed past her snug entrance. Lisa's nails dug into his chest but she did not cry out. He stopped to let her get used to his unaccustomed size. He imagined the lewd sight of his long man-size shaft sticking in her girl-size pussy as he readied to bury it deeper.

He thanked his lucky stars that he had gone to Europe to learn the technique that was bringing him such untold delights. He could have his stepdaughter any time and any place he wanted. But this first time he would always remember.

Thornton drove another inch of his boner in Lisa's velvety sheath, then another. The girl was taking it without too much difficulty. She was tight around him but that was just due to his size; her boyfriends probably would have slid right in. Her forgiving flesh gave way as he slowly packed more of his adult prong in her slick hole.

"MMMMmmm, oh, oh, Alec, mmmmm, yeah, so big, fuck, yeah, give it to me!" Lisa hotly encouraged her stepfather. It felt like he was driving a stake up in her loins. The initial pain had weakened to a dull ache but she knew this would be like her first fuck. That had started out painfully but ended in such an incredible feeling even if the loser hadn't gotten her off.

"Oh my God, Alec, I love it, more, more, oh shit!" Lisa babbled as her cuntal muscles flexed involuntarily around her guardian's thick cockshaft.

"Uhhhhnn. . . Jesus!" Thornton groaned at the delicious feeling of her sugar walls squeezing his manhood. The woman-child had a hot little pussy. He fed more of his shaft into her and felt the knob of his cock press against the end of her cunt. She had taken all she could, about six inches.

Thornton gripped her ass tightly and began slowly pulling his buried phallus back out of Lisa. Her pussy sucked at his departing member as he withdrew four inches, then pushed it back into her. Then he repeated the process and again, each time cramming his girth faster into her oily depths. Her strong hosed legs were mashed against his moving hips and her nails were digging into his chest.

The thought of blowing his wad was so tempting but he wanted to see her when he went off. Thornton released her pillow-like asscheeks and used his hands to raise himself up off her; his hands pressed down into the mattress above her shoulders.

Lisa's body was glistening with sweat of their forbidden sexual exertions. Her head was turned to one side and her hands had left his chest to cup her adorable tits. Thornton watched her twirl her nipples with her manicured nails and he increased his thrusts, unable to restrain himself.

"Oh, mmm, mmm.....mmm, oh, oh," Lisa moaned with each hard rabbit-thrust into her clutching sex. She opened her eyes and looked up at her stepfather. He was staring down between their bodies, watching his large erection heave in and out of her well-fucked cunt.

Deliriously, she ran a hand down into the wisp of her pubic hair, her finger searching for her clit. Alec wasn't stimulating it due to his inability to get all the way inside her. Her fingers swept over the hard button of nerve endings and also the top of Alec's stroking prick.




HypnoWho



"Yeah...uhhn... that's good, Lisa.....uhhnn, uhhn ....grab it, uhhn...Lisa, grab my dick, baby!" her lover instructed her.

Lisa raised her shoulders and looked down her damp body. His hefty cock was moving just beyond her fingers.

"Come on, baby! Uhhhn, just wrap your hand around it! Uhhn, uhhn, yeah, oh yeah, that's it!"

Lisa had twisted her body slightly so her hand could reach around the midsection of Alec's busy cock. She thrilled at the power that seemed to ooze out of it; it was like grabbing a python. The skin was slack but underneath was hard, powerful muscle.

Thornton felt like he had two more inches of cunt with Lisa's delicate hand coiled around him. Now he stroked into the combination of her hand and tight pussy with lecherous abandon; his swinging nuts slapped against the back of her gripping fingers with a noticeable smacking sound. He was fast approaching the time when he was going to lose control.

"Uhhhh, oh, yeah, uhh, uhh, oh Lisa, I'm gonna shoot! UUUUhhhh, Jesus, Jesus, Uhhh, Uuhhhhhh, here it comes, HERE IT COMES!! UUUHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Thornton rammed hard into Lisa's hand and pussy and his eyes crossed as his prick began to heave his cum deep in Lisa's tight pussy hole!!

Lisa scissored her legs against Alec's contorting ass as she felt his thick hose of a cock begin to deluge her bowels with his warm cream. It felt like he was pissing sperm in her. He was crushing her hand down on her clit and she corkscrewed her hand around his jerking rod, the side of her hand rubbed her clit exquisitely. She was so close to getting off herself.

"AAAAHHHHHH, AAAAHHHH!" Thorton wailed as each blast flooded her pussy. He began moving his prick again, still fucking as his essence continued to stream out of his piss-slit. He grabbed Lisa's jiggling left tit with his right hand and squeezed hard.

"Oooooowww, oh God, oh Alec, mmmmm, your cum, mmmmmm, I'm full, I'm full! Please, oh please, make me come! Oooh, I'm right there!"

Thornton looked down at his tortured stepdaughter as his climax ebbed. Her slippery hand had left his shaft and she was rubbing her clitty frantically, her ass jittering around his embedded stationary dong.

Thornton pulled his still twitching manhood from Lisa's soupy pussy and brought his right hand back to fist it. He positioned the end of his cum-coated dick over her swirling fingers began jacking off. Several long slow dregs of pearly fuck syrup fell on her frenetic fingers and raw teen sex. Lisa looked down at the lurid sight as Thornton began rubbing his slimy cock-helmet on her clit.

"Oh yes, rub my clit, Alec!" Her legs fell off his ass and she hunched her lap up at his semi-stiff erection. Thornton pressed his shaft down on her clit and stroked it back and forth. Lisa groaned in pleasure.

Her desire enflamed a fresh wave of lust in Thornton. He leaned forward over Lisa and slapped his hands down on her slender shoulders. The underside of his thickening organ mashed into her sexy crotch and he began humping against Lisa's oozing slit and sensitive clit. He was rewarded with sobs of delight from his young lover.

"OOH, God! Yes, YES, ALEC!" Lisa cried as her stepfather's genitals carved into her tender slit and polished her excited clit with more of their juices. One second the underside of his glans was banging into her clit and the next second his hairy balls were

squashed against it.

"Come, Lisa! Uuhhh, come for me, baby!" Alec ordered her as he grinded against her. Her hands gripped his forearms as she humped back at him. She was close, so close. Thornton began hurling his hips at her and Lisa's head tilted way back as a second orgasm coursed through her straining body.

"AAHAAHAHHAAAHHHAAAAAAHH!" Lisa wailed in release.

"Oh, fuck!" Thornton hissed as her hips began banging up at him. Her back arched as much as possible under his pinning hands and her nails dug into his arms as she was overtaken by the ethereal ecstasy. The bedroom filled with the sounds of a trapped animal as she writhed in total release under her new master.

"God! You hot little bitch! So good....so good," Thornton said as he lay down on her unwinding body. Their whole lovemaking had taken less than twenty minutes; he swore to make the next time much longer. 

He kissed her salty forehead and neck as his hand roamed over her taut abdomen. Lisa began crying and he held her shivering body tightly to him until she could speak coherently.

"I'm sorry, Alec." she blubbered. "That was just . . . .too much I guess."

"Let it out, Lisa. I thought it was great, too."

"I'm glad. . . I wanted it to be. . .God, I can't believe we did that!" Lisa sighed as she wiped her tears away. "I mean, before tonight, I was never really attracted to you. . .like this." Her hand traced a path across his broad chest. "I want it to keep happening. Tell me this isn't a one-night stand."

"Lisa, I promise to come to your bed as much as possible. We got the summer and your whole senior year before you go out into the world."

"That's not enough time," Lisa pouted. "Of course, I could go to B.C. Come home on the weekends...." she teased. "Or you could rent me a one-bedroom off campus. Oooh, think about that. You could drop by and help me break it in." She giggled at the thought, her mind thinking only about being with him.

"We'll see, we'll see. Right now I want you to go into the bathroom and do some cleaning. We made quite a mess. On your way back, bring me a washcloth and find some new sheets."

"Whatever you say!" Lisa promised as she kissed him and headed for the bathroom on shaky legs, her round ass grinding salaciously.

Thornton lay back on the bed and thought, That's right. . . .whatever I say!

Part 4

The next morning, Dr. Thornton arrived at his office around 9:30 a.m., a good hour late. He'd forgotten to wake Stevie out of her trance sleep and she had not woken him as she usually did. Luckily he had only an 11 o'clock appointment on that Friday morning. Even the emotionally distraught and the certifiably insane liked to take long weekends.

Nicole looked like she'd been to a beauty parlor before coming to work. Her long fine auburn hair looked like she'd given it a thousand strokes. Her eyeliner and lipstick were more pronounced then usual. Her blouse showed a hint of cleavage and her black skirt was short and skintight. She looked like a fashion model.

"Good morning, Alec."

"Good morning, Nicole. You are looking fine this morning."

"I felt like wearing my club outfit today," Nicole said as she walked around her desk, giving him a better view of her fishnet legs. "Do you like it?"

"What do you think?" Alec said. "Didn't your husband find it a little strange that you'd be going to work dressed like this?"

"He didn't even seem to notice. I think he may be taking me for granted," Nicole admitted as she ran her hands up the lapels of his jacket.

"The man's a complete idiot," Alec said as he slid his hands around Nicole's ass and pulled her against him.

He knew where Nicole's sexual energy was coming from but he didn't know where all his sexual desire was coming from! Before his trip to Europe, he'd maybe wanted to bed his wife twice a week. But now with his power to mold women to serve his every bidding, he wanted to fuck morning, noon and night!

A man could have worse problems, he mused as he started to bring his mouth down on Nicole's.

Suddenly the door to the office suite opened and Dr. Heimler walked in! Nicole spun backward from Alec's embrace but Alec was sure the old man had seen what was going on. Nicole started to make brushing motions on his lapels with her hands.

"There, that got rid of it. Good morning, Dr. Heimler!" Nicole put on her best face. "Dr. Thornton had some lint on his suit," she said unconvincingly as she went back behind her desk.

"Please Dr. Heimler, come into the office." Alec motioned his mentor through his office door and followed him in. "I wasn't expecting you this morning."

"No, I was nearby and thought to drop in," Heimler said as he sank down into the leather chair in front of Alec's desk. "Next time I will call ahead, of course."

"Nonsense, you're always welcome," Thornton said as he went behind his desk and sat down. The old codger had seen them all right. Alec wasn't too worried. The old man was a good friend and trusted colleague.

"I just stopped by to see how the new technique was working. Have you used it yet in your treatments?" Heimler asked as he pulled a cigar out of his breast pocket.

Thornton was about to make up something about Jasmine Takagi's session. Maybe tell him he'd learned something about her childhood or something. But the lie died on his lips. He suddenly had an urge to tell his old friend about how he'd used the technique on his wife!

"Dr. Heimler, I've not used the technique in treatments yet. But . . . I have used the technique. What I mean to say is, I used it on Stephana."

Alec felt like a great weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He had no thoughts about telling Heimler about Nicole. And definitely not Jasmine. Taking advantage of a patient like he had would mean he'd be finished as a psychiatrist. And he certainly would not say anything about Lisa. Sex with a minor, his stepdaughter.

"On Stephana? Whatever for?" Heimler said as he leaned forward.

"Well, I hate to admit it but.....I wanted to change her."

"Change her? In what way?"

Thornton hesitated, then pressed on. "I wanted to make her more open to some things. Sexual things. Nothing weird, mind you. Just designed to heighten her enjoyment."

The giant German sat back in his chair and pondered that for a minute. Finally he spoke.

"Alec, I know I do not have to tell you that this could be construed very poorly by others in our circles. I know the temptation to use this technique can be great in some. It does not sound that you have done anything to hurt Stephana. I know you will use greater restraint in the future, jah?"

"Oh believe me, Doctor, I would never use it again outside of legitimate treatments."

"And I believe you, my boy!" Heimler said as he stood and lit his cigar. "I would not have pulled strings to get you into the Bern Clinic if I thought you could not handle this new procedure. Now I must be off."

Heimler made for the door in a cloud of blue smoke. Thornton saw his friend off and turned to Nicole who sat behind her desk with a worried look on her pretty face.

"Alec, I'm sorry. Did Dr. Heimler see us?"

"No. I don't think he did," Alec lied. "I wouldn't worry about it. Come on, let me see a smile. That's better. Listen, I feel bad about missing the last Secretary's Day. Why don't you make some lunch reservations at that Thai restaurant, Pangaea, over at the Hilton. For two."

"Really, Alec? That would be wonderful." Nicole beamed.

"Make it for 1 o'clock," Thornton said as he walked back into his office. He went behind his desk, picked up his phone and made an outside call.

"Yes, operator. The number for the downtown Hilton, please."

* * * * * * * * * *

"Mmmm, Alec, I've been looking forward to this!" Nicole whispered as her boss's hands encircled her body and gripped her breasts tightly through her blouse. She could feel his hardness press against the top of her ass as he stood behind her in the hotel room.

She had no idea this was going to happen until he had led her to the elevator after lunch. He must have gotten the room key when he excused himself before lunch began. She liked the way he had planned things and taken control.

"Open your eyes, Nicole. Look at yourself in the mirror," Thornton commanded his secretary-lover. He'd led her in front of a full length mirror after entering the hotel room.

He saw her look at the two of them in the mirror and he began to unbutton her blouse. She leaned back against him and ran her hands up and down the sides of his legs as he slowly opened the buttons down her front. He pulled her blouse out of her skirt and finished the last button. His hands moved up the parted blouse to just below her neck and he pulled the blouse open and over her shoulders.

Nicole admired herself in the mirror as Alec pulled her blouse slowly, completely off and then moved his body back against her. She'd worn a sheer see-thru black bra and her hard nipples were clearly visible to her and her wonderful employer.

She could see Alec's eyes in the mirror as they drank in her body. Nicole's pussy began to tingle as she thought of how Alec would react to her other club lingerie. It began to tingle stronger as Alec's hands gripped her tits again.

"Mmmmm, yes! Feel how hard my nipples are," Nicole encouraged Alec as she brought her hands up over his. "God, that's it....squeeze them....aaahh.....yeah!"

"Such perfect little titties," Thornton said as he brought his head down over one of her shoulders. Her stiff nipples poked against his rubbing palms and he grabbed them with his fingers and tweaked them. Nicole shuddered against him. "Take off your skirt for me. I want to see your pretty pussy, too."

Nicole's hands left his and went to the side zipper which she took down in one long pull. She shimmied out of the tight skirt and let it fall to the floor around her ankles.

"Jesus Christ!" Thornton said as he saw Nicole's undergarments. Or the lack of them. He had assumed the fishnet stockings were just that, stockings. But now he saw that they were a skintight leotard garment that came up over Nicole's slender hips, completely covering her ass, hips and crotch in a soft black mesh. And that was all she had on. She had not worn any panties and Alec could see the swatch of her pubic hair nestled between her thighs.

"I knew you'd like my club outfit," Nicole cooed as her hands ran down and rubbed the area between her legs. "The material feels so good against my pussy. I've gotten off once or twice wearing these."

He watched as Nicole grabbed a bunch of the fishnet above her crotch and pulled upward. The small silky strings rode up into her labia, clearly defining her lovely sex. Thornton had seen enough.

"That's too fuckin' sexy," he said as he pushed her toward the double-size bed. "Go over there and lay down."

Thornton began tearing his clothes off as his once-demure secretary walked to the bed. She reached back, undid her bra, cast it to the floor and crawled on the bed, moving to lie sideways facing him. Thornton pulled down his underwear and strode to the bed, naked finally.

He liked the way Nicole hungrily eyed his bobbing, stiff erection. His cock jutted up in front of him, pointing at his secretary as she raised herself up on her left elbow. Thornton kneeled on the bed on his knees near Nicole's face.

There was no need to speak any words; Nicole raised up on her left arm, reached for his cock with her right hand as her lover's finger entwined themselves in her fine long auburn hair and pulled her head toward his waiting member.

"Yeeeeeaaaahhhh!" Thornton gasped as Nicole's soft lips closed on his head and slid down his shaft. Her teeth lightly scraped his throbbing boner as it rode to the back of her hot mouth. She began bobbing her head and the sound of her wanton slurping filled the hotel room. Her gripping fist at his base began slowly jacking him off as her delightful tongue swirled all over his hefty prick.

"Yeah....suck it, Nicole......ahhhh.....jack it and suck it." 

Thornton reveled in the feeling of sexual adoration his cock was getting as Nicole expertly blew him. She was loving it with her tongue and lips like her life depended on it.

Nicole ran her tongue up the bottom of Alec's enflamed glans and pressed it into his cock-slit looking for more of the oozing pre-cum that she had been tasting since his hard fuck-log had entered her mouth. Above her she heard Alec grunt and his fingers dug into her hair.

Thornton held the redhead's head tightly as her lips swirled around the sensitive head of his cock. The previously faithful wife of another was giving him a fantastic blowjob. Her sweet mouth and jacking hand were traveling over every bit of his long dong.

Christ, she's going to coax a mouthful of cum out of him soon this way! Thornton thought. That wouldn't be fair to her; she needed a good fucking. Her programming had her in a very aroused state.

Thornton slid his left hand down between their bodies and his hand ran over her conical breasts. The nipples were stiff and jutting. He grabbed one of the hard nubs and pulled it up and down. He couldn't see past the top of her head but he could feel her soft tit jiggle and Nicole made a loud "mmmmmppfff" sound around his wet shaft. The vibrations of her moan almost set Thornton off and he hurriedly pulled her off his ready-to-burst cock.

"That's enough of that, baby," Thornton said as he pushed her down onto her elbows on the bed. Her long, fine reddish-brown hair fanned out on the bed underneath her, framing her beautiful face. Thornton leaned over and kissed her while his hand slid down the front of her torso. He felt the outline of the bottom of her ribcage, her satiny soft tummy. He finished his kiss when his fingers hit the top of her fishnet lingerie.

"These are great," Thornton said as his hand slid over the texture surface of Nicole's lap. "I would like you to start wearing more sexy items like this."

He swung his right arm over Nicole and leaned forward so his face was over her lap. His hand slipped down into the juncture of her thighs and Nicole spread her legs wider as his hand cupped her wet pussy.

"Oh, yes, Alec. I've got some sexy underwear that you're gonna love." He felt Nicole's left hand reach up and stroke his hanging dick. She continued, "Let me take these hose off and we can fuck again. We're both ready."

Thornton loved the hose she had on. Too bad there wasn't a built-in hole for fucking. 

But 'then again, why let that stop us? Thornton decided.

He brought his other hand down into her crotch, gripped the material and gave a pull. The flimsy strands of the fishnet tore easily enough. It parted like a spiderweb, the slight tear spread into a large gap in a second.

"Oh, Alec!" Nicole gasped as she felt the encasing material part around her pussy mound. "I just bought those!"

"Relax, I'll buy you another pair."

"But, what will I tell Jeff?" Jeff, her husband.

"Tell him they got a tear. Better yet, you can leave early today and buy another pair on the way home. Then he'll never know." 

Thornton ran his fingers down into the folds of her pussy and Nicole whimpered in delight. All thoughts of her husband were washed away as Thornton teased her sensitive clitty. Her hand tugged on his dick like she wanted to tear it off.

"Fuck my pussy! Ahhh, please, give it to me," Nicole pleaded as Thornton's fingers strummed in her slick folds. She yanked on his dick several more times and it felt like a lead bar in her palm. She didn't try to analyze the new found lust for her boss. She'd worked for him for 18 months without any feelings like she had now.

God, I just want him to screw me with his big dick! her mind reeled.

"With pleasure, darling," Thornton promised as he stood up by the bed. "Roll over and scoot your butt over here."

Nicole readily complied with his orders. The turned-on secretary positioned herself on her hands and knees, facing away from Alec, with her lower legs hanging over the side of the bed. She swung her long hair to one side and looked back at him. He was eyeing her upthrust bottom lustfully while he stroked his mighty penis, that cock that she couldn't wait to feel up her aching cunt. She could feel the tear in her hose forming an oval opening from halfway up her ass to just over the top of her rectangular shaved pubic swatch. He was getting a good view of her ready sex.

"Man, what a fucking dream you are!" Thornton said as he moved in closer. His hands grabbed her mesh-covered ass and he squeezed it lovingly. He pressed his legs against the inside of her shins and opened her legs wider. Her ass lowered further down so the top was just below his nuts.




Hypnowife



It had taken years to get my wife comfortable with the idea of hypnosis. She finally consented when she began having trouble sleeping. When I assured her that she could sleep better through a post-hypnotic suggestion, she agreed to try it. 

Once under, she was given a key word which would make her relax and available to other suggestions. That was when the fun began. 

Knowing something about hypnosis, I realized that the power of a suggestion weakens over time unless it is constantly reinforced. I made a list of suggestions and put them in my wallet so I wouldn't forget to apply them. At the top of the list was to reinforce the keyword which would drop her into a receptive mode. The word was "domino" and it had to be accompanied by a hand placed firmly on her left shoulder. The first weekend after her hypnosis session, I tried it. 

We were standing in the kitchen after dinner. The clean-up was just about finished when I placed my hand on her left shoulder and said, "Domino." She immediately relaxed and her head slumped to the left. 

"Can you hear me?" I asked. 

"Yes," she mumbled softly. 

"Good. Now stretch your right hand out to the right and hold it there," I instructed. Her arm rose and stretched out to the right side of her body. 

"Fine," I said, placing my hand on her arm. "You can relax it now," and I pushed down. Her arm relaxed against the side of her body, and I was certain she was in the suggestive mode. 

"All right. In a few minutes I'm going to let you wake up," I told her. "I want you to remember that when I say the word 'Domino' and place my hand on your left shoulder, you'll return to this state. Do you understand?" 

"Yes," she said softly. I decided to test the level of her suggestively. 

"After I wake you up, you will hear me say the word 'extraordinary'. When I do, you will go to the bedroom, pull out the porn tape, load it into the video and start to play it." My wife has never been a fan of the porno tapes we bought a few years back. If she would do this, I knew her level of suggestion would be excellent and we'd be ready for other greater challenges. 

"When it starts playing, you are to come and get me and tell me you want to fuck," I continued. "You will say, 'Come with me. I want to fuck.' Do you understand?" 

"Yes," she mumbled. 

"Good. Now, I'm going to count backwards from ten. At five you will begin to wake up. By three you will feel fully refreshed. At the count of one, you will be fully awake. You will not remember these suggestions, but will carry them out." It's a lot like programming a computer, I thought. You've got to tell them everything. I began counting. 

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, you're beginning to wake up. Four, three. You feel fully refreshed, two, one. Fully awake." Then I kissed her on the cheek. 

"Well," I said. "That about does it." I handed her a paper towel to dry her hands. She thought I was talking about the clean up. "How do you feel?" I asked. 

"Good," she said. "A little strange, but good." 

"What do you mean strange?" I asked. 

"I don't know. It's hard to describe." 

"But, overall, you feel good?" I asked. 

"Yeah." 

"Nothing extraordinary?" 

She stopped in her tracks and looked at me. Then she walked out of the kitchen and headed toward the bedroom. In a minute or so she returned. 

"Come with me," she said. "I want to fuck." 

I followed her to the bedroom and found that, as programmed, the porn flick was running on the video. 

She had three crashing orgasms before I came inside her, the video playing in the background all the while. 

"So," I asked her as we lay side by side afterwards, "What was that all about?" 

"I don't know," she answered. "I just got this incredible urge to get laid? Did you like it?" 

"Why, of course," I answered. "You can come ask me to fuck any time you want." 

Three days later I put my hand on her should and said the magic word, "Domino." Karen slumped slightly and I knew she was in a suggestive mode. 

In the spare room hung a picture of some sailboats. We normally kept the spare room door closed. The picture was visible from the doorway if it was open." 

"Karen," I said, easily, "can you hear me?" 

"Yes," she mumbled. 

"I want you to walk with me to the spare bedroom. You can walk. But you will not awaken. Do you understand?" I asked. 

"I understand." 

"Come with me, then," I directed. We walked to the spare bedroom and I opened the door. 

"Do you see the picture with the sailboats?" I asked her? 

"Yes," she said. 

"Good," I began. "Whenever you see that picture, you will get an overwhelming urge to get laid. Do you understand this instruction?" 

"Yes," she said. 

"All right," I commanded. "When you wake up, you won't remember this instruction, but if you see the picture, the urge to get laid will arise in you. Now walk with me back to the living room and sit where you were sitting before." 

She walked back into the living room and sat on the sofa. I gently led her out of her trance state. She awoke and looked at me strangely. 

"I must have dozed off," she said. 

"Um hmmm," I agreed. 

She stood up and went to the kitchen to load the dishwasher. Several minutes later she walked back toward our bedroom. She stopped at the open door of the spare room and looked at the picture. Then she turned and returned to the living room where I sat in my recliner. 

"Come with me," she said, urgently. "Come on. Now!" Her manner was rushed and imperious. I arose from the recliner and began to follow her to the bedroom. As she walked she started stripping off her clothing. By the time we arrived in the bedroom she was naked. She turned and grabbed me. Her lips crushed against mine in a passionate kiss. Her tongue drove between my lips as she struggled with the buttons on my shirt. 

"What's this?" I asked, innocently as I was able. 

"I've got to get laid, baby. Do me now!" she commanded. 

I was pleased to comply. 

After an energetic session of sex, I arose and closed the door to the spare room. It just wouldn't do to have her bouncing out of bed and back into it ten minutes later. I doubted I could keep up with that pace. 

Three days later, after judiciously manipulating that spare room door, we lay in bed following a particularly vigorous rendezvous, she lay on the bed looking at the ceiling. 

"I don't know what's wrong with me," she said. 

"Is there something wrong?" I asked. 

"I've just never been so horny as I have the last few days," she confessed. 

"Do you hear me complaining?" 

"No, but it's so unlike me," Karen said. 

"Well, whatever it is, I like it," I reassured her. 

"You don't think I'm awful, wanting to get laid all the time?" she asked. 

"I don't think you're awful. I told you, Karen. I'm not complaining." 

I knew I should have stopped there. I mean, just by controlling the opening and closing of the door, I had my wife on my sexual schedule. Most couples I know have differing schedule. The husband usually wants it more than the wife. Sometime it's the other way round. Rarely do both have the same arousal pattern. I'd achieved that through the aid of the hypnosis and opening the spare bedroom door at the right time. 

But, no. I couldn't leave it there. I had to push it. 

It was a Thursday night. We were sitting on the sofa. I'd finished reading the paper and Karen was watching QVC. I put my hand on her shoulder and said, "Domino." She looked at me a second, then closed her eyes and slumped. 

I reinforced all the earlier suggestions, then launched into the next element of my plan. 

"Do you know Eric?" I asked her. Eric was a buddy of mine from college. He was considered quite the stud. He was a lacrosse player, who had maintained his ruggedly blond good looks. 

"Yes," my wife answered softly. 

"Eric is a good looking fellow, isn't he?" I asked. 

"Yes," she murmured again. 

"The next time you see Eric, you will be overcome by and overwhelming need to have sex with him. Do you understand?" 

"Yes," she said. 

"You may look to me for confirmation, Karen. When I give you the thumbs up signal, you will approach Eric and tell him you want him," I instructed. 

"Yes," she mumbled. 

"You will not remember these instructions, but will carry them out," I ordered her. "Now, I'm going to begin counting backwards from ten. When I reach one, I will clap my hands. You will awake, refreshed, and you will not remember that you have been asleep. Ten, nine, eight... " 

"Why don't you come over for dinner tonight?" I asked Eric the next morning. "I'm going to stop at the grocery and pick up a rack of ribs. I'll have Karen whip up a salad. We'll eat, drink a few beers and have a couple of laughs. Besides, Karen is dying to see you." 

"Yeah, right," Eric said with a sneer. "The last time Karen saw me her exact words were, 'You're an arrogant, egotistical shit, Eric.' I'm sure she's dying to see me." 

"No, I'm serious. We were talking about you just last night," I reassured him. "I think you'll be surprised at her response to you." 

Karen bitched a little when I arrived home at around 5:30 and told her Eric was coming. 

"I'm a mess," she said. "I haven't even taken a shower, yet." 

"You've got an hour and a half," I told her. "Go take your shower and I'll start the grill. We can just have a salad with the ribs." 

She went off without any additional comment. 

When Eric arrived a few minutes early, she met him at the door. I watched from the kitchen, just off the entry hall to see what would happen. 

"Eric!" she said, in a delighted tone. "You don't know how happy I am to see you." She tilted her face up to him and kissed him squarely on the lips. I knew my suggestion had taken hold of her when her hand slid behind his neck, pulling him to her in the middle of their kiss. When they broke, finally, Eric was astounded. 

"Karen," he said in amazement. "I'm really surprised at your warm welcome." 

"Oh, don't be so thin-skinned," she told him, her hand resting on his chest. "Let's let by-gones be by-gones. We'll start all over tonight, okay?" she said, coyly. 

"Sure," Eric said. "We'll start all over." 

"Good," my wife told him. "Now, are you ready to try that kiss again?" She pressed her body against him and kissed him passionately. This time, Eric responded. 

"You look good enough to eat," she told him when their lips parted. "You suppose Danny would let us forgo the ribs?" 

Eric laughed uneasily. "Probably not," he said. He held out a bottle of wine he'd brought. "Look," he told her. "A peace offering." 

"Oh, thank you," she said, wrapping her arm around his and leading him into the den. "You just have a seat here and I'll get Danny to open it for us." 

When she came into the kitchen I was busy slicing tomatoes for the salad. 

"Eric's here," she told me. 

"Good," I replied. "You sound strange," I added. 

"Mmmm," she murmured. "I'm feeling really sexy and turned on," she continued. 

"Are you," I answered, in more of a statement than a question. "Does is feel good?" 

"Mmm-hmmm," she affirmed. "He brought us some wine. You open it and I'll get the glasses." 

I rinsed my hands, dried them, then dug in the grab-bag drawer for the corkscrew. I found it, tapped the wine bottle and popped the cork. 

"Should we let it breathe?" I asked her. 

"It can breath in the glasses," she said. "Pour. I want some now." 

I poured. She drank half of her glass in two swallows. 

"Is it good?" I asked. 

"It's fine. Top me off. I'll take the other one to Eric." 

I topped off her glass and filled a second for Eric. "Don't I get any?" I wanted to know. 

"One of us should probably stay sober. You're tonight's designated driver," she declared. 

"When will the ribs be done?" she asked me. 

"About ten minutes. Then give me another five or so to slice 'em up." 

"Okay. I'll be in the den with Eric. Call me if you need me." 

She was hot to trot. There was no doubt. She left the kitchen and delivered Eric his wine. I watched through the half-open door as she instructed him to sit with her on the sofa. When Eric was settled, Karen knelt down on the cushions next to him, facing him. She placed her wine glass on the sofa table behind the couch and wrapped her arms around his neck. 

"Dinner won't be ready for another twenty minutes or so," she told Eric. "That will give us time to get reacquainted. 

"You know, Eric," she continued, "I just hate that we've been so distant from one another for so long. You're a good looking guy, you know." 

"Well, thanks," my friend said. "I think you're pretty terrific looking yourself." 

"Then you won't mind if we spend some quality time together, will you?" she cooed. 

"Well, uh, no," Eric stammered. "I mean, that is, uh, what about Danny?" 

"Oh, he's cooking," she told him. 

"No, I mean, you know," he stammered. "You don't think he'll mind?" 

"Oh, no. Why, we were just talking about you yesterday. He said I ought to get to know you better." She took his chin in her hand and pulled his face toward hers. "So, I thought we'd do a little exploring." She kissed him again. I could see from the door that she was tonguing his lips, pressing for access to his mouth. Eric didn't offer much resistance. 

Twenty minutes later when I carried the trays in with the ribs and salad, Karen had her hand under Eric's shirt. She turned her head as I came in but didn't remove her hand. 

"Did you know Eric played lacrosse, Danny?" she asked me. 

"I did," I answered. 

"He's very strong. His chest is nicely developed. But, his skin is smooth," Karen said. 

"Really?" I responded. "That's nice." 

"He's going to take his shirt off later and show me his pecs," she said, caressing them under his shirt. "You don't mind, do you, Danny?" 

"Not at all," I answered, "if that's what you want." 

"I do," she told me. "I want to see them and touch them." 

"Uh, say, old buddy," Eric said. "Maybe I need to refill my wine glass. You want to point me to the bottle?" 

"Here," I told him. "Just give me your glass. Don't bother yourself." 

"No," he said, breaking loose from Karen's grasp and standing up. "I've got to use the john, anyway." 

"Down the hall. First door to your left," Karen directed. "If you need any help, just holler." 

Eric smiled lamely and walked awkwardly toward the bathroom. 

"I do believe you've given him a boner," I told Karen. 

"You think so? God, I'm so horny," she said. "You're not going to be mad at me, are you?" 

"Of course I'm not going to be mad at you, Karen. I love you, remember?" 

When Eric came out of the bathroom he made a bee-line for the kitchen. 

"Look, buddy," he started, "I don't know what's with Karen, but she's been all over me like a sheet." 

"Is that a bad thing?" I asked. 

"You mean you don't mind that your wife is throwing herself at me?" he sounded amazed. 

"It's all part of the plan, my friend. You relax and have a good time," I told him. "Just let her take the lead. And, whatever happens, happens. You know what I mean?" 

"If you say so. Just remember," he said, "this wasn't my idea." 

"I know, good buddy," I smiled. "It was mine." 

"You're a sick fucker, you know that?" he jibed at me. 

"Yeah, I know. Ain't it neat?" I answered. "Come on. Let's go dig into those ribs and get nasty." 

Eric refilled his wine glass and followed me out to the den. 

The trays with the remains of our dinner were scattered on the coffee table. Karen had made a big deal out of licking the barbecue sauce off of Eric's face. She had curled up beside him again, kneeling on the cushions. Her right hand played with his short blond hair, while her left rested easily on his thigh. 

"Well," I said, rising from my chair. "Let me clear these things away. Then we can watch a movie or something." 

"I vote for 'or something'," Karen said. 

"All right," I agreed. "Just let me get these trays out of here. I'll be right back." 

I picked up the three trays and carried them to the kitchen. I swiped the remains into the compactor and loaded the three plates and silverware into the dishwasher. I rinsed my hands, dried them, stacked the trays and returned to the den. 

As I sat back down in the easy chair I heard Karen say, "Don't be such a chicken, Eric. I really want to." 

"What do you want to," I asked her. 

"I want him to take his shirt off so I can see his pecs," she said. 

"Karen," Eric protested. 

"Oh, come on, Eric," she said. "Here, look." She grabbed the lower end of her midi-tank and pulled upward. "I'll take mine off if you'll take yours off." She swept the shirt over her head and tossed her brown hair. Her full breasts were in view of my buddy. 

"Damn, Karen!" Eric said. 

"Look," she urged him. "Danny doesn't mind, do you, Danny?" 

"Nope," I said, noticing the stirring in my own pants. 

"Come on, Eric," Karen said. "Take off your shirt." 

Eric unbuttoned the two buttons on his green golf shirt, then tugged it over his head. 

"Ooooo!" Karen exclaimed. She put both hands on his chest and began to move them around. "Oh, that feels so good!" she said. Then she leaned over and sucked one of his nipples into her mouth and nibbled at it. 

"Ow!" Eric said. "Gently, baby. There's meat attached to that!" 

Karen tongued and sucked at Eric's nipple for a couple of minutes. Then she straightened up and looked him in the eyes. 

"Your turn," she said. She took her left breast in her hand and held it up to him. Eric, to his credit, did not hesitate a second. He was down on that breast in a trice. Karen began humming a little tune, that shifted into a tiny moan, which grew into a stronger groan. 

"Oh, Eric," she cried. "You're making me cum!" With that, she tugged his right hand away from her breast and forced it between her legs. 

"Rub me there," she ordered, her hips starting to hump against his hand. Her own hand covered his as she pressed it into the crease between her legs, dry humping him through her shorts. 

"Oh, gawd!" she wailed, humping faster and faster on his hand while he tongued and nibbled at her breast with greater speed and intensity. 

As her orgasm subsided, she released his hand and wrapped her arms around his head. "Gently, now," she directed. "It's very, very sensitive." 

By this time my own member was throbbing and hard as a rock. 

"Hey, Karen," I called softly from my chair. "Is Eric's dick as hard as mine is?" 

She released his head and placed her hand on this trousers. "I think so," she said. "I can feel a long, hard tube here under his pants." 

"And what about you, sweetheart? Are you wet?" I asked. 

"Oh, yes. I'm sopping." 

"Do you think Eric would like to feel how wet you are?" I suggested. 

She looked at me over her shoulder and smiled. Then she stood up and slid her shorts down her thighs. 

Eric gasped. 

Karen grabbed his hand and placed it between her legs. "Feel that?" she said. 

"You are so wet," Eric exclaimed. 

"And bare, too," Karen said. "I shaved it just for you." 

I was stunned. In our five years together Karen had never shaved her pussy for me. But she had for Eric. 

She climbed back on the sofa, her hand keeping Eric's hand clasped to her bald pussy. "Would you like to suck me there, Eric? I'd really like you to suck me there." 

Eric twisted around in his seat and eased her backwards. Her knees went into the air and spread wide for him. I watched transfixed as my blond-headed friend dove between my wife's thighs. As soon as his tongue made contact with Karen's bald pussy she began to whimper. 

"Oh, yes," she said. "That feels so good. Wiggle it into my hole. Oh, yes. Now lick it all up and down," she commanded. I was stunned. Karen was never vocal in our love-making. 




Hypnowife



"Oh, Eric," she moaned. "I feel like such a slut. Fuck me with your tongue, baby. Mmmmm. Oh, yesssss," she hissed. "Make me come with your tongue, Eric. Oooooo." 

Then she began to hum again. It was just an "mmmmm" sound that increased in volume and pitch. "Ooooo, baby," she cried. "Suck my clit, honey, suck it! Make me cum again!" 

Her vocalizations were driving me nuts. I closed my eyes and just concentrated on the sounds. I could hear little sucking noises from Eric's mouth, and my wife groaning and moaning as her orgasm grew, finally increasing to a cry. 

"Oh, yessssss, baby," she moaned, loudly, "that's it! Right there! Unnnnngh!" she grunted. Then there was only the sound of her groans growing softer, then blowing her breath through her teeth as the wave of her orgasm subsided. 

"Oh, baby," she moaned. "I could do that all night. But, what I really want is to feel your hard cock in there," she said. Eric groaned into her sopping pussy. I knew he couldn't believe what was happening to him. Here he was, with his face buried in my beautiful wife's shaved pussy, while she begged him to put his dick inside her. 

He raised up from her and looked in my direction. I smiled at him. 

"Karen," he said, "you're beautiful. I'd like nothing better than to fuck you. But, you know, Danny... " his voice trailed off. 

"Danny doesn't mind," she said. "Do you, Danny?" She looked over her shoulder toward me. I showed her the thumbs up sign. 

"Get you pants off, Eric," she demanded. "I want to feel your big, hard cock inside me. I want you to fuck me, Eric." 

Eric rolled off the sofa and stood looking down at her. I could almost hear the wheels turning in his head. Finally, he grabbed his belt and yanked it off. He had his trousers and briefs off in less than ten seconds. He knelt down between Karen's legs and began to crawl up her body. 

"That's it, baby," Karen said. "Come up here and give me a good fucking. You want me, don't you, baby?" she cooed. 

"Oh, you bet I do," Eric answered. 

Karen reached down between them and positioned his eight-inch cock at the entrance to her vagina. "Right there," she whispered. "Now, come inside me, where it's hot and wet." 

Eric's slowly slid his cock inside my wife. I watched transfixed as she wrapped her legs around his waist. 

"Oh, yessss," she hissed again. "Oh, that's just what I need. A good hard cock, way up inside me. Mmmmmm." She took his face in her hands and kissed him passionately. 

I now had my own cock out of my pants and in my hands. I stroked it slowly as I watched my friend lay on top of my wife. Eric started to slowly withdraw, then slide back inside her. Karen rolled her hips upward to allow him maximum penetration. 

"Oh, baby," she said, "that's so perfect. Mmmmmm. Look, Danny," she said. "Eric's fucking me. I'm fucking him. It feels so good." 

"I see, baby," I answered. "I want you to feel good." 

"You see, Eric?" Karen told him. "I told you Danny wouldn't mind. He wants me to fuck you. Don't you, Danny? You want me to fuck Eric?" 

"Yes, baby," I told her. 

"Am I a good fuck, Eric?" she asked him. 

"You're a marvelous fuck," Eric answered. The speed of his thrusts increased. Karen met each and every one with a thrust of her own. 

Karen's words became broken now as their joining became more energetic. 

"That's it... Eric," she panted. "Faster... now... ummmmm. Let Danny watch his wife... fuck his... best... mmmm... friend... ooooohhhhhh... that's what... Danny wants... ohhhhhhhh," she blurted. "Fuck me... Eric... harder... good... faster now... mmmmmmm... oh gawd... oh gawd," her cries were getting louder. "It feels... so good... oh, yesssss... ummmmm... harder... cuz I'm... there... I'm cumming... ohhhhhh," she cried. 

My own orgasm was quickly approaching as I watched the pair on the sofa pound their hips together in ever increasing tempo and intensity. I pulled my handkerchief from my pocket just in time to catch my seed as it spurted from my cock. 

"Come... inside me... " I heard Karen wail, as a low growl began deep in Eric's throat. "I want you... to come... deep inside me," Karen barked in short phrases. "Come with me," she cried out. "I'm coming... now" she screamed. Eric gave a huge groan. I could tell he was spurting his load deep inside my wife. "Ohhhhh yeah!" she hollered. "He's coming inside me, Danny. Huge, hot spurts. Awwwwwwww!" she screamed as her orgasm crested while Eric's pulsing cock shot wad after wad deep inside her. 

"I'm clutching his cock, Danny. Clutching him with my cunt!" she wailed. "He's pouring his sperm into me!" she cried. 

And as the most intense orgasm I'd ever seen her have crested over her, Karen looked straight at me and screamed: 

"Domino! You son of a bitch!"