1 comments/ 85420 views/ 7 favorites Dreams of Jeannie Ch. 02 By: desirelit Jeannie pulled her bikini back on, nestling the back up between her freshly smacked ass cheeks. She moaned softly at the feel of the tiny suit coming up over her thighs, pressing against her pussy and sliding up the crack of her ass. Her soaked pussy saturated the crotch of the bikini Joe had removed the lining from. The suit slipped up between her swollen lips, creating a delicious camel toe. "No need to bother with the top, Jeannie," Joe said in an offhand manner. "I'm sure Dave would enjoy seeing your beautiful tits." Jeannie smile demurely at his compliment. "He already knows you're my fuck toy, so you being barely dressed and smelling like a wet pussy shouldn't be a big shock to him." "Hmm....," Jeannie agreed, smiling. She admired her flushed, full breasts and her super hard nipples. The room, particularly wherever she stood in it, definitely did smell like a dripping pussy. Sucking her master and having him smack his leather belt across her big ass cheeks made her wetness flow down her thighs and mat her trimmed bush. Jeannie turned, looking at Dave and nodded, presumably using her magic to make their conversations heard to Dave again. "Dave," Jeannie said, "is there anything else I can get you?" she asked, standing a couple of feet from him. He was seated, looking up to her eyes, her lips, so recently wrapped tight around Joe's cock were slightly swollen. Jeannie's big tits and long, hard, dark nipples bobbed with her breathing and moving her weight from foot to foot. Dave stammered, seeming to be thinking if there was anything he wanted, as his gaze moved down Jeannie's body. Her legs were moving back and forth, clearly horny and wanting some action in her swollen, soaked pussy. Her bikini bottom was dripping and sucked up between her swollen lips. Dave inhaled deeply, almost swooning from the smell. "Jeannie smells great, doesn't she?" Joe asked his friend. "Oh...oh yeah," Dave said. "Jeannie, move up close to Dave so he can admire that pretty bikini bottom you're wearing and he can smell how nice you smell. "Yes, Master," Jeannie said, smiling, her bobbing breasts revealing her heightened excitement at being available for the inspection of this friend of her master. She walked right up to Dave, till he was inches from her. He reached out his hands slowly and touched the fabric just to the side of her crotch, looking at her, and over at Joe for feedback on this unbelievable situation. The heat off of her pussy was powerful, and Dave's erection made him squirm now, too. "You can't smell me very well all the way over there, silly," Jeannie playfully chastised. She put one hand on the back of Dave's head, and the other went down to the top of her bikini, right above her crotch. "Here, feel this," she said, as she pulled the bikini out and over so he could feel it better, completely exposing her pussy. Dave's eyes bulged as his left hand reached out to feel the bikini that had been pulled out and over to Jeannie's right side. "Oh, it feels really nice, thin, and...really wet," Dave said, his eyes locked on her pussy. "And Joe said you should smell me. Well, here's where all that delicious smell is coming from," Jeannie said. She lifted a foot and spread her legs, and then gently pulled on Dave's head until she pulled his nose right up against the top of her slit. Dave inhaled deeply, and exhaled. "Ooh, that feels nice," Jeannie said at the feel of Dave's breath on her excited sex. "Come on over here, Jeannie," Joe said. She pushed her lips out in a pouty way at moving away from Dave's face, pulled her wet, thin bikini back over her mound and moved over to Joe, sitting down on his offered leg. "Dave, I want to let you in on a secret," Joe said, as he pushed Jeannie's legs apart and started working her pussy through her suit. She moaned softly, grinding her big ass against Joe's leg, trying to masturbate her self while Joe kneaded her swollen lips and clit. "Jeannie is actually a genie," Joe said. "She's a sex genie, and as you can tell from the way she behaves she's a complete slut, devoted to my pleasure, and overwhelmed just about all the time by her horniness." Jeannie's eyes were closed as Joe manipulated her to the edge of orgasm and kept her there. She moaned and squirmed, her body at his complete disposal, without shame or discomfort at being used. "Her powers only get more powerful as she gets hornier," Joe said to Dave. Dave nodded, amazed at the success of Joe's mind control, and how happy Jeannie seemed to be from it all. "As you can see, hear and smell, she's almost bursting with excitement now," Joe said, looking down between Jeannie's spread legs to her fat pussy lips as he squeezed and massaged them through the gauzy thin bikini. "She can make your cock bigger, harder and more appealing to women if I wish it. To do that she'd need to take your cock in her mouth." Dave's eyes bulged at where all this was going. "I'd be happy to wish that for you. Would you like that?" Joe asked. "Yes..yes, that would be great," Dave said. "Jeannie, I wish for you to suck Dave's cock to enhance it with your magic," Joe said. "Yes, Master," she said, breathing deeply. She stood and walked over to Dave. Her body was flush, shining with sweat. She smiled at Dave and knelt down in front of him, working right away to get his pants open. Joe reached over and held her ear lobe and said "Dave's penis will seem much smaller when you start sucking him off, and you will see the effects of your magic on him." Joe let go of her ear, and Dave's cock popped from his wet underwear. It was a respectable 7 inches long, and fat. Jeannie wrapped her hand around it, Dave gasping at the contact after all that titillation. "Oh, it's cute," Jeannie said over her shoulder to Joe. Joe stood and handed Dave a note with one hand, while petting Jeannie with the other and saying "Oh, be nice Jeannie. Get that magic mouth of yours around his cock and see what magic you can do." Dave looked at the piece of paper - WHATEVER SHE HEARS FROM ME WHEN I HOLD HER EAR LIKE THAT IS REALITY. Joe took it back from Dave just as Jeannie dove down on Dave's cock, sucking it all up into her mouth and throat. Dave looked dumbfounded down at Jeannie, her head bobbing, her mouth noisily sucking and slobbering around his thick cock, her hands gripping his hips tightly, now grazing her nails down his thigh. Her tongue swirled around his cock from the base up to the head, the back of her nails sliding up along his thighs from his knees up to his balls. Her head bobbed hard and fast, shoving his cock down her throat, her grunting and hard sucking mixing with her moans. Joe was behind her now, again pushing her thighs apart. She moved fast, anxious to have him work her hind quarters. She spread them wide, sticking her round ass up. Joe kneaded her swollen pussy lips against each other, squeezing her clit between them. Then he rubbed the crotch of her bikini. Joe pulled Jeannie's bikini down over her thighs, and again she moved her legs to quickly free herself from it's confines without stopping the work her mouth was doing. Once it was off and she stayed on her feet, bending over into Dave's crotch to suck him, her legs spread. She was more exposed this way than she could be in any other position. Joe knelt behind her, his mouth nearly against her sex. "Wow, this is one hot wet pussy," he said, his words heard and felt by Jeannie. He held her hips hard. "Need to make sure you can't move this cunt away once I get a taste of it," he said. Jeannie moaned hard. Joe licked her slit from the open, dripping hole to the top of her slit, where her throbbing clit begged attention. He fucked her with his tongue, rubbing his nose against her asshole, then moved his mouth down to flick her clit. Dave moaned, the feeling of this wild cock sucker driving him mad. He was amazed at her ability to take him all the way down her throat. Joe kissed up the back of her thighs, her ass cheeks, now spreading her ass cheeks with his strong hands. His tongue flicked her ass hole, sliding into it, making her squirm and moan. He kissed up her lower back, and now reached out and held her ear lob again, even as her head bobbed. "Dave's cock is still tiny. You need to use more powerful magic by riding his cock. When you do, you'll feel him grow to be very large and thick, and you'll cum hard for him," Joe said. When Joe let go, Jeannie's cock sucking slowed and she stood, her legs wobbly. "I need to use more powerful magic to make your cock big, as my Master wished," Jeannie said to Dave through heavy breaths and wet lips. He nodded, drinking in the site of this curvy slut under the control of his friend. Jeannie moved up closer to Dave and straddled him. She grabbed his big, wet cock and lined it up to her hot, wet, throbbing pussy. She moved down on it, working the big cock into her boiling fuck hole. She big down on her bottom lip, rolling her ass around as she pushed the cock deeper into herself. Dave's hands rested on her fat ass cheeks, squeezing them hard, accentuating the amazing rear view of Jeannie impaled for Joe. Joe pulled off his clothes quickly, pulling a small container of lube from his pants pocket and rubbing it on his cock. "Hold those big ass cheeks apart for me, Dave," Joe said to his nearly orgasmic friend. Jeannie moaned, squirming on Dave's big cock, knowing what was coming, as Dave roughly spread Jeannie's big ass open. Joe looked at Dave's thick cock slamming up into Jeannie, smashing her swollen lips and matted pubic hair, the squishing noise loud. Jeannie's inner lips gripped Dave tightly. Her now exposed asshole clenched rhythmically as Dave's big cock fucked her hard. Joe got between Dave's wide spread legs, lining up with Jeannie's ready asshole. He rubbed his cock head against her, caressing her back, now reaching up to again hold her ear lobe. "Genie's have clit like sensitivity in their asses and throats, and your magic will flash out before you as you cum from our fucking," Joe said. He let go of her ear, held her one hip with his one hand and guided his cock against her asshole with the other. Jeannie moaned as the lubed cock pushed against her butthole. Joe's cock worked it's way. Jeannie tried to hurry Joe's cock into her ass, her stimulation making her body tingle hard along her thighs, her stomach, her nipples and throat. Joe sunk into her and he and Dave used her body shamelessly, pumping her full of hard cock. Jeannie came hard, the hours of stimulation finally being released.She gripped hard on Dave's shoulders, looking down past her big tits dripping to sweat to look him in the eye - "Oh shit, Dave, your cock is getting really big." Dave's hard worked cock exploded, shooting his cum hard up into Jeannie. His orgasm seemed to overlap Jeannie and her own became so much harder that she looked overwhelmed. almost in pain. She screamed, rising and slamming down on the two cocks working her. Joe grunted at the sensation of this gorgeous, big assed slut slamming her ass against him as he fucked her there, finally able to hold back no longer. His cock throbbed in her anus. Jeannie screamed, her eyes bulging, and now falling over, passed out. Dreams of Jeannie Ch. 03 "Whew. That was good stuff," Joe said. Dave raised his eyebrows and nodded vigorously. Jeannie smiled demurely. "Say Jeannie, why don't you go freshen up and then go to mall for a little bit?" Joe said. Jeannie smiled and nodded and left the room to shower the cum off of her pussy and ass. Joe looked at Dave. "Another benefit of the hypnosis," Joe said, "Is I finally convinced her to go to the mall alone." Dave laughed. "I think I could use some of that suggestion with my wife," Dave said. "So you're married," Joe said. "Yes," Dave said, "her name is Molly. Great girl. A little preoccupied with always having everything under control and organized. I don't think she allows herself to have enough fun. She can be wild when she lets herself be." "Anything you need some help with?" Joe offered. "I do wish she could loosen up a bit. You know, just the other day she was looking really hot, and I wasn't watching what I was saying and I told her she looked like she was about to star in a porno. I thought for sure she'd be upset, but she looked flattered and at least a little bit excited. I'd love to see more of that in her." Joe looked at his friend nodding, furrowing his brow in thought. "She might just need the opportunity to let loose in some sort of outlet, separate from the rest of her life." Jeannie came into the room. She had taken a hot shower and rubbed lotion up her body. She wore tight short shorts like something from a more adult episode of Threes Company. Her thick, firm, bare legs rose from high heel sandals up where the shorts seemed almost painted on her, accentuating her big round ass, wide hips, and the tight material on her crotch made a camel toe, exposing the contours of her plump pussy lips. Moving up her body she wore a tight fitting, thin, tee shirt on top of a lacey and supportive bra with nearly no front coverage that would have been enough to allow her nipples to show through, but with the dark, perpetually hard nipples Asian women have this was hardly necessary. Not only were the shape of her nipples visible through her shirt, but their color was as well. This may not have been the most fashionable outfit Dave had ever seen, but it was heart stopping in its boldness. She was a sex genie! Free of shame and guilt and perpetually aroused, not concerned with only trying to be sexy when she was skinny and toned. She wasn't looking for approval and validation, just to arouse and be aroused. "Have fun Jeannie," Joe said, smiling at her, knowing she would leave a wake of dropped jaws and hard cocks behind her through the mall. He also knew she'd come back with sexy clothes and a pussy wet from tantalizing men by the dozens. As Jeannie left Joe continued his discussion with Dave. "Would you want to see her in a porno?" "Yeah. Yeah I would," Dave admitted. Joe and Dave talked some more, Joe hatching a plan and collecting the information needed together. _____________________________ Dave's wife Molly grabbed the ringing phone, sitting at the breakfast bar while she did. "Hello?" "Hello, Molly Smith?" Joe asked on the other end of the line. "Yes, this is Molly," she said. "Hi Molly. My name is Joe Cooper. I was recently interviewing a photographer and among his samples he had some shots he did of you." "Ok," Molly said, recalling the pictures she and Dave had done together by a photographer at a park. "When I saw your photos I really wanted to speak to you. I make movies and I think you'd be ideal for a number of them." Molly's eyes blinked wide open. "Really?" she said. "Yes, you've got a great look. If you don't mind me saying so, you have a really beautiful face, full lips, huge dark, wet eyes, and fantastic hair - and your body is quite nice, as well." Molly's heart raced a bit. It was fully socially acceptable for Joe to talk to her frankly about her appearance, as he was a filmmaker, and the freedom of having a stranger talk about how her appearance pleased him aroused Molly. She definitely wasn't going to let him just stop there. "Thank you very much, Joe," she said. "I think my body is a bit on the thick side, myself, to be honest." "If you don't mind me talking frankly about your body," Joe began, knowing full well this was exactly what she wanted. He waited, making her encourage him. "Oh, please," she said. "Others do tend to look for the Barbie look - tall, thin, no distinctiveness or contrast, no curves. I want exactly the opposite. You have fantastic legs. Your waist is slim, and your hips and butt, and your chest, are big and firm looking and make for a great set of curves. Looking at you from the front or the side, or I'm sure from the back, your body just draws in the eye. " Molly squirmed on her stool, really enjoying this somewhat dirty talk with a stranger over the phone. "I'm not sure I should like you telling me I have big hips," she said, not wanting to be so bold as to talk about her ass, which he had mentioned, "but I appreciate the sentiment." She knew her hips were big, and for that matter her ass and breasts. It wasn't just the red hair that hair that made her friends call her Jessica Rabbit. "Oh, believe me," Joe said, "When I saw your pictures I wished I could step into them and grab those hips." Molly crossed and uncrossed her legs. She cleared her throat. "Sorry," Joe said. "I'm getting a bit worked up. So I'd like to meet with you and talk with you about you possibly working with me as a contract actress on films I make." "That sounds great," Molly said, still a little tingly from all the talk about her body. She started day dreaming about acting in big Hollywood productions, and being a star. "I want to be clear and candid with you," Joe said, "these are porno movies that I make." "Oh..." Molly said. She was upset that her fantasy of being the star of the multiplex was evaporating, but now the realization that Joe hadn't just been ideally looking at pictures of her, but picturing her naked, pleasuring and exciting her, of showing her off to tons of men who would look at her as a fantasy made the building wetness between her legs down right sloshing as she now uncrossed and re-crossed her legs the other way. "I understand you may have reservations about this, and you'll certainly need to think it over," Joe said. "Let me just assure you we can obscure your appearance with wigs and contacts and make up and things like that, so no one would recognize you. And you'd be able to review scripts, of course, and decide what you'd want to do and what you wouldn't." "You guys use scripts?" Molly asked, joking. She was trying to be comfortable with this, seriously considering it. "I know, right?" Joe said. "I love writing, and I think it helps guide the whole thing. Frees people up to know what they're supposed to be doing and thinking, what their motivation is." "You do the writing?" Molly asked. "It's a small operation," Joe said. "I do a lot - producing, a lot of the directing and writing. Acting some times." Molly thought about that. Acting. That meant this man who had been talking about her ass, her legs, her hips and chest might not have just been looking at her as someone who would be in a porno of his, naked, pleasuring men, riding them - he might have looked at her as someone he'd like to have himself. She was definitely going to go touch herself after this phone call. "Oh, wow," Molly said, her breathing clearly a bit labored. She got up from the stool to walk upstairs to her bedroom. "Yeah, keeps me busy," Joe joked. "So how would it be if we got together, talked some more. You can look over scripts, we could talk about what roles you might have. I could check you out in person." Molly definitely like the way this was sounding. Whether she'd make pornos or not, this conversation, where a stranger wanted to have her, and could talk so frankly about it, while she was secure at home, out of his sight, was making her tingle all over. She moved into her bedroom, making sure her curtains were drawn. "Check me out in person, huh?" Molly joked. She started pulling off her clothes as she spoke, hurriedly transferring the phone from hand to hand as she pulled off her shirt. Her skin was flushed, her breasts felt full, her nipples hard and sensitive. She stroked down her sides, acknowledging the magnetic tingling she felt leading down her hips, up her inner thighs and right to her crotch. Her pussy lips were swollen, the red curly bush matted down from the wetness that had poured from her and been spread around by her rubbing of her thighs when she crossed and uncrossed her legs. She stood, spread her legs and slid two fingers from her free hand into her wet slit as she awaited his response. "I'm sure you understand," Joe said. He could hear the flirtation in her voice, and while he didn't know she was naked, toying with her hot cunt, he knew she was receptive to what he would say. "You looked great in the photos, but I'll need to see you in the flesh." "Just to make sure the pictures weren't doctored?" Molly asked sarcastically, slowing sliding her fingers inside herself. She moved over to lie on her bed, proudly, luridly not stopping her assault on her hot sex while she moved. "I'm sure they weren't," Joe said. "I want to see more of you. I want you to take your clothes off for me and let me see all those curves I talked about. I want to see your breasts, and your hips, and that wonderful ass of yours." Molly bit her bottom lip, the intensity of her fingering intensifying. Three fingers flipped one after other through her soaked slit, grazing her clit. "My ass, huh?" she choked out. "Most definitely your ass, Molly," Joe said. "I really appreciate a nice ass, and yours looks great. When I said earlier I wanted to grab your hips, that was only partially true." "What do you mean?" Molly asked, dying to hear the response. Her ass clenched and lifted her up as she thought of Joe thinking about it, her fingers plunging inside her, now sliding up and down her slit, now focusing on her hard clit. "I mean I thought of acting with you, of holding onto your hips, your bare hips, from behind, as my body pushed up against that big ass of yours." "Pushed up?" Molly encouraged. She was pretty clearly moaning now. Softly, somewhat controlled, but Joe definitely heard her. And he knew she was asking questions to get more explicit talk from him. "My body pushing up against your ass from behind as I acted out a scene with you. You bent over, me holding your hips, me inside you, hard, throbbing, barely able to hold back anymore - the feeling of being in you, of feeling your ass against me, of seeing your body pleasured by me. Ooooh," Joe sighed. Molly dropped the phone as she grabbed a pillow to show into her mouth and try to drown out the moaning of ecstasy she couldn't hold back as a massive orgasm racked her body. The phone rolled down, bouncing off of her big tits, then off her stomach, to lie by her side. It couldn't have been placed more perfectly to convey the sound of her fingers working over her soaked cunt. Joe was treated to a constant volley of sloshing sounds and muffled screams as Molly's fingers were shoved up her pussy, then moved at a super fast speed along her slit, then rubbed harshly against her clit. Her body contorted, her mind elsewhere, her whole being occupied only with the orgasm that possessed her body and soul. As it subsided after shocks made her legs jerk and her ass clench, the sounds of her fingers in her wet sex slowed, but just as sloshing. She came to her senses, threw off the pillow over her face and grabbed the phone. "Joe, you there?" she asked nervously. "Oh, good," Joe said. "I thought you hung up on me while I was fantasizing about you out loud." "No, no," Molly laughed, reassuring him. "Why don't you tell me where and when you want to meet? I want to do this." Dreams of Jeannie Ch. 04 Molly went to meet Joe the next day at his home office. "Jeannie," Joe said to his wife, who he had convinced was a sex genie, "I wish a woman would come to our house today wanting to try out acting in porn, and I would audition her." "Oooh, that sounds like a fun wish, Master," Jeannie said. Her thighs rubbed together at the thought of her husband fucking a strange woman in their house. She nodded to make the wish, and a moment later the door bell rang. Molly was there as she and Joe had arranged, but occasions like these served to reinforce Jeannie's view of her world and what she was. "Why don't you act like my assistant, Jeannie?" Joe asked. "Great idea, Master! I mean, sir," she said, winking at him as she headed over to open the door. "Uh, hello," Molly said, nervously. Was she at the right place? Then again, this woman did look a bit porny. "Hello, I'm Joe's assistant. Are you here for an appointment?" Jeannie asked? "Yes! Yes, I am. I'm Molly," Molly said, relieved. "Great, why don't you come in," Jeannie said. When Molly came in Joe stood and greeted her. "You must be Molly," he said, smiling. "I'm so glad you came." They shook hands and went to Joe's home office. Joe sent Jeannie to another room until she'd be needed. Molly was clearly a little nervous. "So I thought we could just talk a little today," Joe said, calming her. "Maybe watch some videos to give you an idea of the type of stuff we make, maybe take some pictures of you. Would that all be OK?" "Yes, yes, that sounds good," Molly said, slapping her knees. "How about if I take a whole bunch of pictures of you, and I can tell you about everything while we do that? Would that work? Oh, and I have a wig and a litte super hero type mask you can wear so you don't have to be concerned at all about anyone recognizing you in pictures." "Ha, OK," Molly said. "Sure, that sounds good." Molly put on the platinum bombshell wig and the mask. "How do I look?" she asked. Joe laughed. "Like a superhero!" he said. He pulled out a big, professional looking camera, or at least it looked like a camera. In reality it was a tool he had developed to hypnotize. "Always make sure you're looking at the camera," he told Molly. "The sexiest thing for you to do is to be looking straight at someone, and you'll do that through the camera lens." The lens of the camera had a faint swirling to it. Along with the disorienting flash it would confound whoever looked into it, helping Joe hypnotize them. "OK, great," Joe said. "Start posing, just get comfortable, always looking into the camera." "You're doing great," Joe said to the awkward Molly. "Why don't you slowly unbutton your shirt while I talk to you," he suggested. Molly's heart beat fast, and her nervous fingers fumbled with the buttons. "Your look is perfect for the type of work we do," Joe said. "After we do some shots we can sit together and watch some videos." Molly wondered if he'd have her slowly undress until she was naked, and then they'd sit together and watch pornos. Her heart was going a bit crazy now. She tried to relax and focus on the camera. "Some people look for actresses that are very young looking and skinny, that look artificial and tattooed and pierced and shaved until they look like Barbis." Molly was down to her last buttons, and relaxing. "You're doing great. Once you're done unbuttoning you can slip the shirt off, one shoulder at a time. Look over your shoulder. Oh, that's great," Joe encouraged. Molly's heaving, womanly chest, covered by a lacey, supportive bra came into view. "What I'm looking for is natural looking, curvaceous, sexy women. Women who don't act like they're having sex 5 times a day professionally. Women who crave passionate sex, who feel real pleasure." Molly was warming up considerably. Joe's frank talk about sex kept her focused on what she was here for. She was having a hard time believing she was actually doing this. She turned from the camera a moment as she doubted. Joe came up to her and put a gentle hand on her shoulder. "You're doing really well. We already have some great shots," he said, as he hand caressed her shoulders and back. "Do you want me to help you with this?" he asked, as he took hold of her bra clasp. Molly gasped, looking up at Joe. She bit her lower lip and nodded quickly. Joe undid her bra, letting it come open on it's own. He quickly picked up his camera again and started flashing the flash at Molly. "Look into the camera, you gorgeous creature," Joe said. "Move your shoulders just slightly and let it fall away, all the time looking at me." Molly stood, her breathing heavy, her eyes going glassy, her bra slowly slipping off of her shoulders and her big breasts. The excitement and the hypnotism went hand in hand. The bra slid down and fell, leaving her full breasts and pink nipples exposed. "Amazing," Joe said, flashing pictures furiously. "The movies we make are certainly acted, but they're also about people experiencing real, amazing sexual pleasure. Now undo your pants, and let them slowly slide down your hips and down." Joe moved around, and laid on the floor to keep focus on Molly's face as she undid her pants and shimmied down them. By the time they were off, and Molly's sexy full legs were exposed, a little purple pair of panties all that was left covering her, she was in a trance, willing to do whatever was asked. She only had fallen in so easily because this was actually what she wanted. "Now I want you to put your back to me and pull your panties down slowly over that big, beautiful ass of yours, looking back at the camera the whole time," Joe instructed. Molly did as she was told, exposing her round, soft ass, smiling into the camera as she did. Finally she was bent over at the waist, her legs straight, her panties around her ankles. "Now slip them off," Joe instructed. "And stay bent over like that, looking back at me. And I want you to spread your legs so I can get a shot of your pussy." Molly's body flushed from the attention, her sex moistening at Joe's instructions and attention. She did as she was told and Joe looked up Molly's legs to her wet bush and aroused face. "You did great, Molly," Joe said. "You like being naked, don't you, you bad girl?" Molly giggled and nodded. "Well then I think I should take my clothes off, too," Joe said, and Molly's eyes widened. "I don't want you to feel like you're the only one and think about covering that beautiful body up. I'll put one of our pornos on, too, so you can see what sort of things I was thinking I'd want to do with you." Joe loaded a DVD, a porno with hynotizing elements underneath the video itself, and then looked Molly in the eye while he disrobed. She looked so turned on as she watched him, knowing soon they'd be bare thigh to bare thigh on the couch watching sex. Molly watched Joe's thick, long, hard cock pop out of his pants as they came down and she squeezed her thick thighs together hard. He sat down next to Molly and the video started. He put his arm around her and she pulled close, her thigh and breast touching him. At first there was no hypnotic element, just porn, and the video aroused them both. Joe got up to turn down the lights, just as the hypnotic elements came on the DVD, and Molly's transfixed gaze now took on a more glassy look. Joe came back and faced her, the light from the movie illuminating him, his hard cock pointing at her. And he spoke to her, telling her who she was, who she wanted to be, who she pretended to be. The stories overlapped and entwined and confused, until her inabitions were removed, her confidence raised, and when he or Dave would say Action, until they'd say Cut, she would be convinced she was a porn star. When Joe was done he told her, "I'm going to count to three and you'll be out of your hypnotic trance, but ready to go back in it if I snap my fingers at any time. You'll be hornier than ever, aroused by the movie, by me being here, by having stripped in front of a camera, and the prospect of being a porn star. You'll be receptive to whatever I suggest. 1, 2, 3." Molly's hypnotic trance ended, as Joe sat back next to her. As she regained her senses she felt his hand move to caress her stomach, and felt him turn slightly toward her. They embraced, her breathing heavy against him, as his hand slipped down between her spreading thighs, to finger her wet pussy through her trimmed bush. He lifted her one leg so it was over his, spreading her legs wide, kissing her all the time. He slipped two fingers up her, curling up, thrusting and rubbing against her inner wall. She moaned over the sloshing sounds, holding on to Joe with both hands, her lips moving on his passionately. Joe pulled his fingers from her and lifted her leg off of him, and pulled away from kissing her. Molly inhaled, trying to figure out why he was stopping what was so amazing, as he knelt between her legs, putting the over his shoulders as he kissed up their length. She threw her head back and sighed, just as his mouth met her dripping wet pussy, burying his tongue and lips deep into the hair to find her wet slit and clit. Molly held Joe's head and came, wrapping her ankles, twitching all along her thighs. Joe slowly stopped and started to rise between her thighs. "Action," he said. Molly transformed from a woman overwhelmed by desire and pleasure to a woman who was a master of pleasure. She smiled as she grabbed his hips and took his cock in her mouth. She noisily sucked and starting bobbing her head, now going deep to take as much of Joe's long, thick cock into her throat as she could. Saliva dripped from her strained mouth as she stretched her tongue out to lick his balls. When Joe thought he couldn't stand any more he pulled up on her arms, and Molly being an experienced porn star (at least in her mind) knew that was the signal to stand and change what she was doing. She followed Joe's lead and moved until she was bent over, her big, smooth, suburban wife ass pointing at Joe. He moved his aching cock until it easily slid into her soaked pussy, and he slammed into her. The sound of their wet fucking was louder than the porno, and then the sounds of her passionate cries even louder. "Oh fuck....yes.. you big dicked stud!" she called out. "Bang that pussy... oh yeah... slam against my big ass.. oh...you're going to make me cum!!" And she did, her pussy contorting, her asshole, now exposed by Joe spreading her cheeks twitching. Joe saw her cum on his cock as it slid out of her and back in. "Oh..," Joe said, "I'm going to cum." Molly slid off of Joe's cock and knelt in front of him, taking his cock deep into her mouth and sucking hard. "Director wants you to swallow it," Joe said, and Molly followed the instruction and felated him hard and deep, wet and noisily, sucking their collective cum off of his hard cock until he spurted his cum into her throat and she swallowed, finally gasping for air while replacing her mouth with her mand and stroking the spent cock. "And cut," Joe said, and Molly found herself on her knees holding Joe's cock in her hands, knowing what she had done, though not exactly. "You were born to fuck, Molly," Joe said. "You'll go far in this business." Molly glowed from the sexy compliment, the confidence, the orgasms and excercise.