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Hypnotised!

By: BigAndy922



I had become desperate. Depression had brought my life to a complete standstill. I was struggling to function, even on a basic level. I knew I had to get help.

Sitting on my bed with a carving knife, contemplating ending my life was not what I wanted. Asking for help did not come easy, but as I said, I was desperate.

So I had decided to start psychotherapy during the first few sessions all we did was go over all that had happened in my life and why I felt so depressed, but on the fourth session she said that she would try and help me through hypnosis. 

"Now look into my eyes concentrate only on me and when I count to three go to sleep!"

She said to me and as I looked into her deep black eyes and to my surprise as she counted I felt myself fall asleep. I was aware of what happened and all she did was ask me for my name and address before she counted me awake again. After this she ended the session saying 

"That's enough for today we will pick this up next week."

I left and then after an uneventful day I went to bed and as I slept I had an extremely weird dream involving Stacy my therapist and her deep black eyes. I awoke with a splitting headache and spent the whole day in bed.

The next week I went at the usual time to my therapy session and to my surprise Stacy wearing a short sexy dress and had her long hair down. Stacy saw me walk in and smiled and then dipped her head so that I was able to see the tops of her naked breasts. As I admired her breasts I suddenly felt dizzy and weak. Stacy stroked her face and then let her hand slip on to her exposed bust. I walked towards her and sat down and by now I was in a daze and was unable to stop staring at her. I felt so weak that when she pushed me I fell onto her seat and I was soon lying unable to move or speak as she sat next to me and triumphantly smiled down at me. Then she said

"Darling I have programmed a slave spell into you! Every time you see part of a woman's breast you will feel weak and ill. A strip show would probably put you in hospital! If she touches her bosom you fall under her power and cannot resist her as you feel so weak! That part works perfectly as we can see! But darling it gets better or worse for you my slave!"

Then Stacy bent forward and kissed me touching my cheek with her tongue. To my horror I instantly had a massive erection. Stacy laughed 

"That was part two! Now let me get you naked before I show you the rest!" 

She stood up and pulled off my clothes, as I lay too weak to resist her probing fingers. Stacy moved me around like a doll, but a doll with a massive erection. Then her hands closed on my penis and started to expertly stroke me. As I was masturbated I was unable to move or resist and she said

"So weak any woman can have you! But it gets better."

I felt I was close to coming and then her hands took me over the edge of orgasm. But instead of a pleasant orgasm nothing happened and I was left stuck on the agonising point of coming with my penis hard. My eyes widened again in terror as she said

"Oh yes toy! You have had your last orgasm ever! Every time you would have come you will be left high and dry!" 

I gasped as I could already feel my balls aching from her teasing. Stacy continued

"When you are with a women you will be too weak to resist and a simple kiss with get you hard and keep you hard for many hours."

"Of course some women want more than a hard dick so the last part is...." 

Then she kissed me and to my surprise my mouth responded but it seemed as if it was under her control not mine.

After kissing me for some time she broke off and said

"Yes I have enslaved your tongue, it will kiss, lick and suck as demanded but not just a woman's mouth, but any part of her body. It will faithfully serve her mouth, breasts, ass or pussy perfectly and darling you are helpless to resist!"

"You are in my power!"

She approached me and then licked my cheek and my penis hardened. Stacy pushed me back onto the chair and then with a smile removed the rest of her clothing. I lay too weak to move as Stacy stripped and I was able to admire her trim sexy figure. Then she mounted me and her pussy dropped onto my mouth. Instantly my tongue started to lick her and soon my face was wet as her juices flooded my face.

Stacy grabbed and rubbed my penis and I was soon on the impossible point of coming. Her fingers continued to tease me and her touch was agony to my sensitive skin as I felt my balls throb with spunk. Then Stacy came vigorously on my tongue but she did not pull off and I continued to lick her.

For fifteen minutes I performed under her bringing her off three times before she slid down my defenceless body and engulfed my now sore penis in her wet snatch.

As she forced me in, I groaned and Stacy laughed. I could not resist as I was ridden, every stroke of her pussy tormenting my penis and balls. For thirty minutes she used me, coming six more times on top of my defenceless body before she pulled off me and lay next to me her passion sated.

"You may speak stud!"

And I instantly started to beg her for mercy promising anything if she would release me. Stacy laughed and said.

"You have a cute dick and a nice arse. Some women will want to use that as well and you will be too weak to resist them!"

Her hands pinched and groped me and then I felt three of her fingers push themselves painfully into my back passage and I moaned. 

Stacy laughed and said.

"You are very tight! Still I am sure your mistresses will stretch you out so I can get my whole hand up you!" 

For several minutes she played with me before turning me back around. Then she mounted me and said.

"You do not just lick pussy baby!" 

And dropped her ass onto my face.

I opened my mouth and started to automatically lick her back passage. I was not anal and found my enforced service extremely humiliating. For several minutes I licked her before she pulled off me as she released me I moaned and shook with pain and humiliation but her spell meant I was unable to speak to her.

"And when you wake in the morning you will remember none of this."

Stacy laughed evilly as I dressed and staggered away. I was hardly able to walk my body felt weak and sick and the pain from my blue balls was tremendous.

When I got to my flat I collapsed onto my bed unable to believe what had happened to me. I passed out with pain and weakness and awoke the next morning with my dick and balls still sore and a massive headache but with no memory of what had happened the night before. The headache took all morning to clear but by lunchtime it had and also the pain in my balls and dick had eased.

When I went back for my next therapy session. I was surprised to see that Stacy was not alone she was with a plump strawberry blonde women with enormous breasts and a round pink face.

"Hi, today we have a guest that will help me with the hypnosis."

The woman said to me

"Hi my names Laura."

I was unaware of what had happened last week so I smiled and sat down. She was wearing jeans and a shirt and her enormous bosom was jutting out but covered. Laura smiled and then suddenly she undid the buttons on her shirt and gave me an eyeful of her breasts.

I felt instantly weak and when her hand touched her breast I moaned in surrender. She had started stripping me naked and I was powerless to resist. When Laura had me naked I was pushed on to the chair and lay unable to move as she laughed at me. She groped my dick but it remained soft then she laughed and said

"Of course! It needs a tongue to come alive!"

And she bent down and licked me causing my dick to instantly become hard. And her mouth grasped my penis. Laura roughly licked and sucked me and soon I was in agony as my inability to cum kicked in and my balls throbbed.

Laura continued to lick and suck me occasionally nibbling my shaft with her teeth as I groaned in pain under her. For ten minutes she teased me until finally she was bored and let my sore penis go.

Now I want you to satisfy me and then it is humiliation time! Then she stood and stripped infront of me allowing me to see her round feminine body.

Laura stroked her breasts and I groaned as a wave of weakness and pain shot through me. Laura looked at me in surprise and then laughed and said.

"Of course a sexy naked boob weakens you! Do you know I can make myself cum just by stroking them! Watch!" 

Then she mounted me and lent forward so her massive breasts were directly in front of my face, the nipples virtually touching me. She proceeded to stroke and pinch them and I watched in helpless fascination as she masturbated. As she got herself excited the waves of pain increased and the world swum in front of my eyes, until as Laura came my agony was so much that I passed out with shock.

I recovered consciousness feeling a burning pain in my groin and opening my eyes I realised that Laura's hot pussy was ravishing me.

Every movement of her vagina against my shaft grated and hurt while my balls ached with trapped spunk. I was so weak that I could not resist and drifted in and out of consciousness as she used me. For well over thirty minutes I suffered as she pleased herself six times on my lifeless body. 

Then she pulled off me and applied her wet pussy to my face and I was compelled to lick her to another powerful orgasm before she lay quietly beside me.

For five minutes she lay toying my tender penis then saying

"I have raped your mouth and dick so darling its time your cute arse was giving a go as well!"

She turned my terrified body over and said 

"Suck this stud before it has you! Get it wet and slippery and it won't hurt as much!"

I looked and saw she was wearing a large pink strap-on. It was strange to see a gloriously feminine woman standing naked, her massive bosom free with a hideous travesty of a penis sticking out, but I had no choice but to co-operate. I wetted the dildo before Laura moved and positioned it at the entrance to my ass. She said

"You have heard sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander, now enjoy!"

Then she rammed the dildo into me and I screamed with pain. Laura pumped my ass with the monster and I lay groaning as this conquering woman forced my face into the chair.

For ten minutes she raped my ass and I was too weak to resist her as she agonisingly reamed my backside. Finally she was satisfied by my suffering to relent and pulled out of me.

She groped my abused ass pinching and slapping me, her hands roughly twisting my swollen balls as I moaned in broken agony. She then turned me over and mounted me. She forced my mouth open and then dropped down onto my mouth.

I struggled to close my mouth but my body did not obey as a stream of foul liquid poured into my mouth and I was forced to gulp it down to stop myself from drowning. When she was finished she pulled off and roughly manipulated my penis digging her nails into it as I moaned.

For five terrible minutes she assaulted me until she said

"Okay boy toy get dressed." 

I jerked into life and avoiding looking at the naked Laura, quickly dressed and rushed back to my flat.

I got back and threw up into the sink before collapsing onto my bed and passing out. I awoke several hours later. I still felt weak and my ass and dick were sore. As for my balls they felt bruised and were full and blue. 

When I went to my next session Stacy and Laura were there and were with a third women who they said was Megan she was a pretty girl with a slim body, long legs, pert breasts and a long blonde hair. To my horror I saw that they were all wearing low cut tops which left their breasts half exposed.

I felt instantly weak and when Laura pretending to straighten her top touched herself I knew I was lost. I looked away only to see Megan do the same. I was nearly fainting as the girls dragged my lifeless body away as Stacy looked on and smiled.

I was too sick and weak to resist as I was pulled away. Laura licked my face and my dick erected as 

I weakly moaned and Laura said

"Let's get you naked!"

The girls stripped me and pushed me on to the chair my dick jutting up. Megan said

"What a sight, a helpless wimp of a man! Laura says this hurts you so enjoy darling!"

Then she seductively removed her top and I moaned as I looked at her pert round breasts. Megan started to rub them putting on a show for me as Laura said

"I can help!" 

And Laura grabbed my dick and started to roughly suck me. I lay mesmerised by Megan's breasts as agony shot up my body from my tender penis and I felt an agonising pain from my blue balls. For ten minutes I lay unable to move as the girls teased me.

Finally they tried of tormenting me and Laura said

"I will stay here for a bit! Let's get set up!" 

Megan threw her top over my face and went to help Laura.

For five minutes I lay unable to move or see my world spinning and then Megan removed her top and put it on.

Then Megan turned me over and Laura got hold of a bunch of flowers and to my horror pushed them into my backside. A bottle, then a large black dildo and finally a flag replaced the flowers. 

I gulped, as Megan stripped and said

"I am going to use you darling and according to Stacy my pussy will give you no pleasure which is excellent! It will be a pussy whipping for you toy!"

Then her sexy body mounted me and my tender penis was thrust into her tight pussy and she started to ride me. I lay unable to resist as the woman used my penis. Then to my horror Megan started to rub her breasts as she rode me and waves of pain shot through me. I lost consciousness under her body and when I came to she was still riding me and I slipped away again. 

An interminable time passed for me as I slipped in and out of consciousness. Finally my agony ended but I had no idea for how long I had suffered or how often Megan had came on my dishonoured body. Megan got off me and then rubbed her nipples in front of me until I passed out under her spell. 

I awoke to find my hands tied. Then to my horror I realised that I was not in the therapists room but instead was outside lying in a flowerbed. I looked down and saw my dick was still erect and moaned. Worse still my balls had been painted with a bright red paint. 

It took me two hideous hours of hiding and running to make it back to my block where I was able to get into a bathroom. There I was able to untie my hand. My dick was hard and it took a terrible hour under a cold shower, to soften it by which time I was in agony from my penis and balls. I had found an old towel from the wash room and pretend to have locked myself out and get a spare key to get back in. 

Finally I was able to collapse on the bed and reflect on the terror I had suffered.

Hypnotised to Quit Smoking Ch. 01



My name is Kate and I am 28 years old. I have been married for 5 years and have a little boy. I started smoking when I was 14 and just before I gave birth I was smoking 20 a day. I managed to cut back but soon after giving birth I was quickly back to 20 a day again. 

Whilst my husband has never smoked, he has never pressurised me to quit. That was until our little son had arrived. 

I love smoking. Despite all the negatives, I find nothing better than kicking back lighting up and indulging in my bad habit. But with the nagging from my husband and the future with my son, I decided maybe I should at least try to quit. Besides smoking out the back in the cold was starting to ruin the pleasure smoking gave me.

A friend in work put me in touch with a hypnotherapist. She swore blind that all his patients had quit smoking after completing the programme. Even she managed to quit having smoked for 25yrs.

As I finished my lunch that day I reached into my purse and pulled out my packet of cigarettes. Lighting the tip I sucked heavily on the cork filter, filling my mouth with smoke before inhaling it deep into my lungs. Feeling the warm pleasure inside of my body I exhaled into the afternoon sunshine. I pulled from my pocket, the card my friend had giving me earlier and decided to book an appointment.

Crushing out my cigarette I dialled the number into my phone. A woman answered and asked me a few questions before confirming my appointment for the following week. She gave me an address in a posh part of town and told me not to be late.

I was surprised he worked from home rather than an office, but the woman on the phone assured me that most clients found it more relaxing. My husband was over the moon when I told him of the appointment. Promising to support me anyway he could.

The following week I had arrived outside the address I was given. The house was huge. I quickly flicked away my second cigarette of the drive and sprayed some perfume.

I didn't have much time to finish work and get here, so I decided to wear my work clothes. 

Working in an office I was wearing a knee length black skirt with stockings and a white blouse. I had a black jacket to match my skirt and I wore black heels. My short blonde hair was still up in its bun as this is company policy.

I nervously knocked on the door not knowing what to expect. A tall handsome man around 55 opened the door.

"Hello, you must be Kate. Pleasure to meet you, please come in." he said.

"Hello Mr Connolly." I said walking into his home.

"Please take a seat and make yourself comfortable."

I sat on a large two seated sofa as Mr Connolly sat opposite on a large sofa chair. Separating us was an expensive looking glass table, with a jug of water and two glasses. He poured us both a glass of water as he proceeded to explain things to me.

"Ok Kate. You are here to try some therapy to quit smoking. Is that correct?"

"Yes Mr Connolly."

"Please call me John." He said calmly.

"The programmes will last 5 weeks, with 5 sessions of hypnosis. Your first session will be tonight. Are you ok with this Kate?"

"Yes that's fine."

"Good. Have you ever been hypnotised before?"

"No I haven't."

"Ok that's not a problem. Now Kate not everyone can be hypnotised. But I am proud to say I have not failed once to hypnotise a person. Before we begin I just need to know your feelings about smoking and how you feel about quitting."

John sat there for ten minutes or so listening as I explained about my smoking. The pleasure it gave me as I lit up every cigarette of the day. But also the worries I had about leaving my child without a mother. 

As I talked I began to feel nervous as I noticed John's eyes glazing over my body. I pretended not to notice as he checked out my stocking clad legs. He finished making some notes before he told me to sit back and relax.

"I want you to close your eyes, sit back and relax. I want you to imagine you're on a beach and you're falling asleep as the sun shines down on you. Your all alone nice and relaxed, nice and sleepy. That's it you're falling, falling asleep and now your asleep."

I lay slumped back on sofa. My eyes were closed and I could hear John telling me I was asleep. I didn't feel asleep. In fact my mind felt fully awake. But wait? I couldn't move, open my eyes or speak. Is this what hypnosis feels like? 

I quickly began to feel frightened. It felt like one of those dreams when you tell yourself to wake up but you can't. Then I felt John lift my arm and let it go. My arm flopped as though I was dead. Every time he lifted it up I tried my hardest to keep it up, but I just couldn't do it. Then John spoke again:

"What do we have here then? I'm going to have some fun with you my pretty little wife friend."

What the fuck was going on! I thought to myself as fear and panic set into my mind. I was definitely not hypnotised, but I just couldn't do anything. 

"You're lying on the beach and suddenly you feel hot. So hot you decide to take off your jacket."

My body ignored my mind as I sat up and started to remove my jacket.

"Good girl Kate. That's it. Still feeling hot you begin to slowly unbutton your blouse, before taking it off."

I was telling myself to stop but I couldn't. I felt powerless as my fingers began to slowly unbutton my blouse for this pig. I was soon sat on the sofa with my bra covered breasts exposed.

"Mmmmm, that's very nice Kate. What size are your tits?"

My head said fuck you! But my mouth answered 32dd.

"Your husband is a very lucky man Kate. Now take off your bra."

I reached my hands around my back an unclasped my bra. I felt my nipples stiffen as the bra fell from my chest. I could hear John's moans of delight as his eyes were obviously feasting on my naked breasts. Strangely I began to feel the dampness forming between my legs, as the panic slowly faded away.

"Very nice. Very nice in deed. I'm going to hand you some cream Kate and I want you to rub this cream into your breasts. The sun is very hot. You are beginning to feel horny all alone on the beach."

John handed me the cream and I began to softly massage it into my breasts. As I massaged gently, cupping my breasts I began to forget John was there. My pussy had become soaking wet and my nipples hard and sensitive. 

"Now stand up Kate and remove your skirt."

I stood reaching for the zip at the back of my skirt and slowly unzipped it. Letting it fall into a heap around my feet. I now stood in heels, stockings and my black lace panties.

"Now remove your panties." John said with excitement in his voice.

As I peeled the panties down my legs I felt a rush of air hit my shaven pussy. It briefly cooled the wetness around my lips.

"Sit back down Kate. In a moment you will open your eyes and see a handsome man. You are so horny you want his cock. You no longer crave a cigarette between your lips. You will crave a cock. You no longer crave the taste of smoke in your mouth. You will crave the taste of hot cum. Do you understand Kate?"

"Yes I understand."

I still wanted to say no. But my body was weakening my mind and the pleasure was taking over.

"Open your eyes Kate and see this man."

I opened my eyes to see John standing right in front of me. His cock was bulging against his trousers like a tent pole. I felt my pussy gush again. 

"I want you to unzip this man and treat him like you would your husband."

I wanted to look up at him and see the look in his eyes, but I couldn't. My hands reached forward to his pants. I unbuckled his trouser belt then began to unzip him. As I pulled his trousers down to his ankles his covered cock brushed against my face. I could hear John groaning with the anticipation of what was about to happen. I knew I had no power to stop what I was doing. But right now, I don't think I wanted to stop anyway. I had passed the point of no return.

I massaged his bulge through his pants then slowly slid them off, with a finger either side of his pants. His cock was huge. It easily stood 8 inches and was very thick. 

As it throbbed in my hand I bent my head to his cock and circled my tongue around the tip. I could taste his manly scent as I slowly took the whole head into my mouth and proceeded to suck. John's groans filled the room as I brought my left hand up to cup his balls. My small hand could hardly hold them as I gently squeezed and took his cock a little deeper into my mouth. With my left hand working his balls and my mouth pleasuring his cock, I wrapped my right hand around the base of his cock and started to slowly wank him. John grabbed a handful of hair in each hand and began to slowly fuck my mouth.

Tasting his pre-cum on my tongue, I moved my left hand from his balls and began to wank his cock with both hands. I rocked back on forth on his cock. My small hands sliding up and down the length of his cock as my mouth coated his head in warm saliva. 

"Fuck me your awesome Kate. I bet your pussy feels even better? But that will have to wait until next week." He said as his breathing increased.

Sensing he was close I began to wank him faster into my mouth as I prepared myself for his juices. Then without warning John grabbed the back of my head forcing his cock right down my throat. He stopped thrusting, gave out a long groan as his cock began twitching inside my mouth. Four powerful spurts of hot cum blasted into my mouth, I tried to swallow faster as my mouth started to overflow. I could feel it seeping out the sides of my mouth as I swallowed hard.

As John pulled out and sat back on the table, I could feel some of his cum dribbling out of my mouth onto my chin. I quickly scooped it up with my fingers and then licked them clean as John zipped himself back up.

John told me to get dressed, sit back on the sofa and finish my glass of water. He then told me to close my eyes and fall back asleep. Suddenly all went blank.

"Hello Kate you are no longer hypnotised. How do you feel?" he said smiling.

"Ummmm I feel ok thanks. A little weird I guess." I said.

"Don't worry that is perfectly normal. Now you may still get cravings for a cigarette. This treatment won't work immediately, but after the other four sessions I promise you will finally quit smoking."

"Ok, well thank you very much John and I'll see you next week same time." I said suddenly feeling normal again.

I sat in my car wondering if this would actually work. I felt ok, but a little different. As I started the engine I noticed my pack of cigarettes on the dash board. Reaching for them I paused for a second.

Well he did say it would take five sessions right? Driving home smoking my cigarette, my head began to fill with thoughts of giving my husband a blowjob. My panties were damp and I needed to get home quick. 



Hypnotised to Quit Smoking Ch. 02



I got home and walked through the front door to find my husband sat in front of the T.V. I felt like a woman possessed as I approached him and kissed him passionately. 

"How did it go tonight?" he asked.

"It went well but right now I need you inside my mouth" I said smiling.

His face lit up immediately. I got down on my knees between his legs and urgently unzipped his pants, pulling them off with his boxers in one swoop. As I took his semi-cock into my warm mouth he became instantly solid. I squeezed his balls and wanked his cock as I sucked hungrily on the head. Within seconds I could taste the saltiness of his pre-cum as he grabbed my head and thrust his hips upwards. Sensing he was about to erupt I stopped wanking his cock and sucked only the head of his now throbbing meat and was soon rewarded with a mouthful of hot cum. 

"Fuck me Kate what did that guy do to you?" he said grinning from ear to ear.

"Nothing, I just felt horny tonight. Besides would you rather your cock in my mouth or a cigarette?" I said still wondering myself what had just come over me.

The following week I left for work reminding my husband I would be home late, due to my second session with the hypnotherapist. 

I met my colleague Carol for lunch and she asked me how last week went with the therapy. Lighting my cigarette I proudly told her that this was my first cigarette of the day. Nervously I asked her if she had any side effects from the hypnosis. I felt better about the whole thing when she admitted that she too had an increase in her sex drive during the treatment. She told me not to worry and to enjoy it as a few weeks after the treatment her sex life returned to normal. We laughed as she sounded disappointed with that statement. 

I couldn't believe how fast the week had gone from my last session as I once again pulled up outside the house. 

John opened the door and welcomed me in telling me to take a seat.

"Hello Kate it's great to see you again. How are you feeling?" he said.

"I'm good thanks John." I said feeling less nervous than the previous week.

"How is the smoking going?" he said taking notes.

"I'm down to 5 or 6 cigarettes a day, but weekends I'm still smoking 10." I said ashamedly.

"Well that's a big step in the right direction Kate. Like I said it will take the 5 sessions to cure you". He said smiling.

"Ok then Kate if you would like to remove your jacket and get comfortable we can begin." He said.

I removed my jacket and placed it on the arm of the sofa as I led back and closed my eyes.

"Just like last week Kate you are feeling very tired as you begin to fall asleep. Falling deeper and deeper and now you're asleep."

As I felt John lifting my arm and letting it drop, I suddenly realised what was happening. The horror of last week flashed through my mind. Why didn't I remember? Why did I come here again? I could picture myself undressing for this man. Oh god no I could even see my hands unzipping him and then pleasuring him. How could I be so stupid to come back again? Why didn't Carol warn me?

"Take off your blouse and bra Kate." He said with authority.

I stood unbuttoning my blouse as it fell to the floor. I reached around and unclasped my bra hearing Johns groans once again. "Now sit back down hike up your skirt and take off your panties."

I did as he instructed sitting there with my shaven pussy on show for his pleasure.

"Now masturbate for me Kate. I want you to show me how you pleasure your pussy."

I placed my heels onto the table and spread my legs. I wet a finger with my mouth and began to slowly circle my clit as I cupped my left breast. As the heat between my legs intensified I slid the finger between my lips. I was so wet I felt no resistance as I slid another finger into my body. "That's it Kate you are a very sexy woman. I want you to confess your dirtiest fantasies as you pleasure yourself. What is your ultimate fantasy Kate?"

"I fantasise about group sex."

"How many people are in this group Kate?"

"I'm pleasuring four men. I don't know them but we are in a hotel room."

"What turns you on so much about this fantasy Kate?"

With one finger rubbing my sensitive clit I pushed a third finger into my pussy. The walls of my womb welcomed the intrusion as the pleasure intensified. My breathing became short and fast as I tried to speak through moaning lips.

"Just the thought of pleasuring men other than my husband turns me on. To have every hole filled with cock."

"Go on Kate tell me more."

"I want to feel dirty in my fantasies because I don't know these men. I want to act like a slut to be lost in lust."

"Stop masturbating Kate!"

His words sounded so powerful I instantly stopped what I was doing. The pleasure was immediately replaced with frustration as I began to squirm uncontrollably on the sofa. I need to cum and I needed it now.

"Do you want my cock Kate?"

"Yes I want your cock."

"Where do you want my cock Kate?"

"In my pussy I want it inside my pussy"

Just then I felt his cock rubbing up and down my slit. I thrust forward trying to get it inside but he moved away before rubbing it again. 

"Beg Kate. Look into my eyes and beg for my cock. Tell me how bad you want it. Tell me how dirty you are Kate."

I opened my eyes and found John completely naked wanking his impressive cock. I felt I had the devil in me and the only way to get him out was to fuck that cock.

"I want your cock John. I need to feel your cock pounding my body. I want to clamp my dirty married pussy around you cock until it shoots its hot sticky cream inside my body."

"You filthy fucking whore, here take my cock slut and don't stop till I cum."

I screamed out loud in delight as he rammed his cock deep into my body. I came instantly as he thrust harder and deeper. 

"Are you on the pill Kate?" he said between grunts.

"No I'm not protected." I said.

"You will be next week but for now your mouth will do."

John quickly pulled out grabbed my head and pushed it to his cock. Hot cum shot into my mouth as I closed my lips around his cock. John kept thrusting and groaning until his balls were completely empty. Swallowing his cum he told me to lay back and close my eyes.

"You will now get dressed Kate and tidy yourself up."

Once I was dressed and my body was over the sex we had just had, I began to feel the shame of what I had just done. I was out of control or rather not in control. I couldn't understand how I knew what was happening, but still unable to stop it.

"Tomorrow morning you will book an appointment to see your doctor. You will tell your doctor that you want to start taking the contraceptive pill. Do you understand Kate?"

"Yes I understand."

"Next time you want a cigarette you will think of your family. As you think of your family the cravings will ease. Now you are falling back to sleep Kate."

Once again my mind went blank.

"Kate you can open your eyes now, you are no longer hypnotised."

I opened my eyes feeling very tired and stiff as I looked around the room remembering where I was. 

"You feeling ok?" he said looking concerned.

"Yeah I'm fine just feels weird I guess when I wake up." I said.

"Well Kate good luck for the week ahead and I'll see you next week."

"Thank you and yes I'll see you next week John."

I sat in my car adjusting my mind back to reality when I noticed my panties were soaking. Panic struck as I briefly wondered if John had done anything while I was under hypnosis. I started the engine laughing off my paranoia and headed home. I would speak to Carol in the morning and check this was normal. 



Hypnotising Cara



"It's not a date, it's NOT a date," Cara told herself as she walked up to Dylan's front door. "He's just a friend, we're just good friends." It was true that she had a bit of a crush on him but she had dropped plenty of hints, given him lots of opportunities to make a move and he hadn't. Hell, last weekend they had been both sitting in his bedroom, on his bed watching a movie together; she had snuggled into him, he had put his arm round her and then... nothing. Well now he had missed his chance, she thought as she fixed her hair and rang his doorbell.

The door opened straight away. "Hi," he said nervously as he let her come in, "I'm glad you could come over, I really need your help."

"Yeah you said on the phone. What's up?"

"Well I've got an, er, audition for a role and I need some help to practice."

"I didn't know you were into acting."

"It's, er, a new thing I'm trying," he said as he led her to the living room. "The character is a hypnotist." He looked at her as if expecting a response.

"Ok pass me a script and we can go over your lines."

"Oh, er... well I haven't got a script yet. I just want to try out the character for a while... you know so I, er, look the part when I go. I just need you to act as a volunteer while I pretend to be trying to hypnotize you."

Cara thought for a moment before she shrugged her shoulders and said "Ok" which seemed to take a great weight off Dylan's shoulders. 

She sat on the sofa as he picked something up off the table. When he turned back she saw it was a gem on a length of silver chain. "That looks expensive." she remarked.

"Oh, er, it's just... just a prop. Really cheap actually. Yeah, not worth anything." He dangled it in front of her face and started it spinning.

Dylan took a deep breath, "I want you to look deeply into the crystal, to see the shapes within its depths. You are starting to relax, to let yourself delve more deeply within its depths," he chanted in a monotone.

Cara giggled interrupting the flow. "Please, I need you to concentrate, you know, for the role."

"Sorry," Cara apologized "ok let's go again; I'll try to be more serious."

Dylan got up, went over to the table, looked at his notes then came back. "Ok, now concentrate, concentrate on the crystal, feel everything else slip away. Look deeply into it, see the shapes moving within it, feel the shapes moving out. Your body is starting to relax; you can feel it like a wave slowly washing over you. Its starting at the top over your head, its moving down to your eyes, past your nose, down to your lips, your neck, your shoulders, slowly snaking its way down your arms right down to the ends of your fingers, down your chest, through your stomach, past your hips, down your legs and right to the very tips of your toes. You are now completely relaxed. Yet as I count back from 10 to 1 you will feel yourself slip even further back into it until you are only aware of the sound of my voice. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2... 1." 

Dylan stood up and started to walk around, looking at Cara. "She does look really relaxed," he thought, "she's not grinning or fidgeting or anything." He lifted her arm up and let go, but it just stayed in place. "It might just have worked," he thought, "now for stage 2".

"I am going to ask you a series of questions. You are going to answer them promptly and truthfully. Do you understand?" 

"Yes" she replied emotionlessly.

"What is your name?"

"Cara."

How old are you?"

"18."

"Have you ever kissed a girl?"

A slight moment of hesitation passed before she said "Yes."

"Who?"

"Lydia."

"Have you done anything else with a woman?"

"No."

"Would you like to?"

"Yes."

"Do you think about that?"

"Yes."

"And what do you do when you think about that?"

"I play with myself."

Dylan took a second to rearrange himself, "Do you ever think about me when you play with yourself?"

"Yes."

"And what do you think about doing to me?"

"Kissing you..."

"And..."

"Stroking you."

"And..."

"Fucking you."

The room seemed to be getting stifling for Dylan so he stood up again and went to the kitchen for a cool drink while he considered his options. Of course, he had hoped this would work but he had never really expected it to. He wondered what he should do with all this information. "It is hot that Cara has a thing for girls," he thought, "but the main thing is that she wants me. If I ask her out I know she is going to say yes so I should just wake her up and ask her." But the knowledge in his mind kept shouting at him, he already knew what he was going to do, he had always known, he had thought of nothing else for weeks and now she was under his control there was no way that he was going to be enough of a saint not to have some fun.

He returned and smiled as he saw that Cara was in exactly the same position as when he had left her. Grabbing a chair, he placed it a couple of feet in front of her and made himself comfortable. "So Cara what colour underwear are you wearing?"

"Purple."

"When I tell you to you are going to show me. But you are not just going to lift up your shirt, you are going to slowly, sensuously dance for me as you strip off because you want to fuck me, you want to excite me don't you?"

"Excite you, yes."

"Then you may begin."

Slowly Cara rose off the sofa and stood up. A moment passed and then another as Dylan started to worry that she would refuse but gradually movements crept into her body as she found her rhythm. Her hips started to sway, then her shoulders, gently gliding her overs over her body. She kept her eyes closed as she moved softly, slowly swaying from side to side. Dylan sat transfixed as the dance went on, following every movement she made, every sweep of her hands long her slender frame, so it took him a while to notice that she had opened her eyes and was now looking directly at him but when he met her gaze Cara smiled and with a sudden move whipped her shirt off, swinging it around her head a couple of times before throwing it at him. He stared at the curve of her breasts snugly held in her bra (which he was pleased to note really was purple) and tried to fight the urges coming from his cock telling him to grab and fuck her there and then. 

Yet still the dance continued, gradually getting faster, more energetic in her gyrations as she turned her back on him so that he could get the best view of her ass shaking before bending over, looking back at him and winking. Coming back up she kicked of her sneakers then undid the buttons on her jeans and letting her movements shake them all the way down to her ankles before stepping lightly out of them. Turning slowly on the spot as she danced Dylan admired her toned legs, her tight stomach, the curve of her bottom and breasts feeling himself get more and more excited. 

Then she started leaning right over him, bringing her body within an inch of his, so close that he could feel her breath on his neck, could feel the heat radiating from her but never once touching him. The suggestions she was making with her body were in danger of causing him to lose control as the positions she took seemed to beg him to push the fabric of her panties aside and take her. He felt the pressure rising in his veins, the strain of his cock desperate to get out and just as he felt sure he was about to pop she pushed herself up and stood still once more before him. 

It took a few seconds and some deep breaths to regain his composure, yet even now he was being tested; the sight of Cara clad only in the sheer fabric of her underwear, the slight sheen of sweat visible from the exuberance of her dancing; it was a sight he had long wished to behold. Many years he had spent wishing for this, too nervous to try. Yet now she was his to control, to use however he wanted. "Calm and composed," he thought, remembering the advice from his books, "you are not asking but telling."

"Your dancing excited me and it excited you didn't it"

"Yes."

"And we both know what you do when you are excited; you touch yourself."

"Yes."

"You are going to start doing that now, remembering that I am watching you and you want me to be as excited as you are. You are going to give me a great show to make me really hot."

Her hands had already started to slide down into her knickers before he had even finished speaking. He could see the outline of her fingers through the cotton of her panties, could hear the sucking sounds of her wetness as she started to play. Her pussy was only inches from his face and as she started to go faster and faster the delicious smell of horny female crept over to him. Her expression kept changing from concentration to pleasure, as her moans of ecstasy started to get louder and louder. Her first orgasm came over her within minutes but it only seemed to enflame her passions. She pushed one hand into her bra pinching and twisting her nipple as her other hand kept up its assault on her womanhood. Dylan, seeing her obvious need, removed the bra and made her lean forward and place one hand on the side of his chair so that her nipples were at a perfect height for him. He started to use his hands on them, experimenting with strokes, pinches, rubs and twists to see which increased her moans the most as she reached her second climax. Feeling embolden he let his tongue flick across one of the nipples hanging so enticingly above him and before he knew what he was doing he was launching an all-out oral assault on those beauties. Holding one in place lightly with his teeth, while sucking and letting his tongue run round her nipple before switching to the other, her moans getting louder and louder until he was sure she would be heard in the next town, then finally with one last shriek her knees collapsed and she fell to the floor panting.

Looking down at her twitching body Dylan knew it was time for the final piece of her clothing to come off so he gently pulled her panties off and took a moment to examine her pussy in close detail. Deciding he liked what he saw he got her attention by blowing gently across her clit. After all her exertions, she was so sensitive that this by itself was enough to get her moaning again. However, now he needed a release of his own.

"Cara, you are to get onto your knees in front of me," he waited for her to comply before he continued, "you have done well so far, you have made me really hard for you. Now we are going to make one of your fantasy's come true. You will like that won't you."

"Yes."

"You're going to suck my cock, right the way down your little throat, you're going to suck and lick and nibble and fuck your face with me until you want me cum and then you're going to swallow it. And you're going to enjoy every moment of it aren't you."

"Mmm yes." 

Unzipping his pants, he pulled his manhood out and gave it to her. She held it steady with her hand as she planted little kisses on its head, as she licked softly around the tip as she let it push through her sweet lips. Slowly she started to move her head up and down, taking more and more of him into her mouth, making sure that every part was wet from her licks. She was starting to gag slightly as she finally managed to reach his root but that only managed to make it seem that bit hotter to Dylan and he was already struggling to last a little longer. But when she changed her style to go harder and faster on the head of his cock, he could hold out no more and with a harsh grunt filled her mouth with his spunk. 

He opened his eyes again in time to see her swallow it but was taken by surprise when she then carried on; gently licking his cock clean, teasing him and rapidly putting him in the mood for a final round. He let her continue until he was back to his fullest before commanding her once again.

"You have done everything I have asked perfectly Cara and now I will give you a prize for being so good. Tell me what you would like?" he asked knowing what her answer would be.

"To fuck you." 

He stood up and took all of his clothes off, joining her in nudity, before sitting back down, pointing at his cock and saying, "Well hop on then." with a massive smile. She grinned back, grabbed his cock and guided it into her slick cunt, gasping as she felt it fill her. This time there was no gradual build up, no teasing or torment; they were both too worked up for that. In seconds, she was riding him like a horny Valkyrie, seizing his head, forcing her nipple into his mouth, letting out guttural moans of pleasure. Within a couple of minutes she was screaming her release but it only seemed to spur her on, pulling on his hair so hard it seemed like it would have to come out, digging her fingernails into his skin. Dylan's senses were going into to overdrive, everything filled with her. She was all he could taste, could hear, could smell, could hear, could feel: he was like an ant in her tsunami. Again and again he could feel her body tense and release, could hear her screams until he could no longer tell where one was ending and the next began. As he felt his own release building, the pressure rising in his balls, she leaned back, grabbing hold of her ankles to gain the traction for one more push and he had a sight he knew would be with him until the day he died. The light shining through the window behind her, the shimmer of the sweat on her skin, her hair plaster across her face, her chest bouncing to the beat of her hips as they joined together; it was all he needed and he let stream after stream of cum into her; joining his shouts to hers.

For a while after Dylan, exhausted, just stayed still enjoying the afterglow of their endeavours. Even if he had wanted to move he would have struggled with Cara slumped against him but as it was he enjoyed the feel of her body against his, the way he could feel the beating of her heart against his chest but eventually he had to order her to stand and get dressed.

"When I clap my hands you will completely wake up," he told her, "you will remember nothing of what has happened today. Instead, you will think we have had a great day going over scripts together. You will also remember that I have asked you to go out on a date we me tomorrow night, that you have said yes and that you are looking forward to.." he struggled for a second to find the right word then smiled, "to having your wicked way with me during it." 

He clapped his hands and then carried on speaking; "Great, I'll come over to your house at 7 and we'll see what we fancy doing then." She seemed to be confused for a second but then smiled.

"Great, I'll see you then." She flashed her best smile at him then walked to the door and out of the house, the faintest hint of an evil smile starting to appear on her face.



Hypnotising Justin



This story was produced by acute insomnia, twisted imagination and a hyperactive libido and as such is best enjoyed under similar circumstances. The Earl recommends that no reader should progress beyond this point unless under the influence of sleep deprivation, hallucinogens and a porn star named Davina. 

Great thanks to Master Hypnotist, whose How-To on erotic hypnosis provided both the idea and a lot of the facts for this story. It can be found here and is well worth reading. Thanks also to WildSweetOne who as usual performed sterling editorial work. Anyone who spots the Red Dwarf reference is to be commended, but probably not encouraged. I’ll put money on Chicklet finding it.

I hope you have fun reading this story. I certainly had fun writing it. Several times in fact. Feedback is always welcome and make sure you vote before you leave. Remember to reach for that 5 at the end. If you like the story, I recommend looking at Seducing Dawn or The Training Ch 03.

Tess looked over the small kit she had put together and considered her position. She knew she could do it; the question was whether she should, or even whether she ought to do it. Her head reeled with the conflicting arguments and she considered how she had arrived at this dilemma in the first place.

***

It had all started with a throwaway comment by her friend, Amanda, about hypnotism. Amanda was blonde, petite and sickeningly beautiful. She considered herself an expert on sex, having first “done it” when she was 15 and gone through 7 boyfriends in the next three years. She had adopted Tess and made it her personal mission to help her lose her virginity.

They were lying in Tess’s room, idly flicking through magazines, when Amanda suddenly piped up, “Did you know that you can make people do pretty much anything with a spoon and a clock?”

“Sorry?” 

“It’s a hypnotism thing. You get a special type of clock that ticks back and forth every second…”

“A metronome?”

“Something like that. Anyway you attach the spoon to the moving bit on the clock thingy and apparently you can put people into trances and get them to pretend they’re chickens and stuff.”

“Amanda, everyone knows you can do that with hypnotism. Haven’t you ever seen the Paul McKenna show?”

“I just thought you’d be interested.”

“Any particular reason?” Tess rolled over to fix her gaze on her friend. “Where did you find this staggeringly new piece of information then?”

“There’s an article in here about erotic hypnosis and I thought it could help you.”

The reference finally clicked for Tess as she realised that Amanda was making the most of her skill at working the conversation around to her three favourite topics: Tess should be getting sex, Why isn’t Tess getting sex and How can I help Tess get more sex. It wasn’t as if Tess was unattractive; her long dark hair and deep brown eyes allied to a fairly curvy body, had earned her several suitors, but she’d rebuffed most and been too shy to go anywhere with the others. Amanda seemed to regard her hesitancy as a challenge.

“Gee thanks sweetie, I’m flattered. I know I’m a couple of pounds overweight, but I don’t think I’m desperate enough to resort to hypnotism.”

“It’s not about desperation, it’s a serious pulling technique.”

“Why would you need to hypnotise people to go out with you?”

“Oh come on look, my arse is huge. Look at it.” Amanda turned to display a flawless backside. “It’s massive.”

Tess rolled her eyes and tried to ignore her transparent attempts to get compliments. Amanda picked up her magazine and offered it to her. “At least have a read. It’s quite interesting.”

Tess plucked it out of her hands and lobbed it into the corner of the room, quite hurt that Amanda would consider that she needed it. “No thanks, not quite that desperate yet. Come on, let’s get something to eat.” Tess resolved not to give the article another thought.

***

Tess tossed and turned in bed. Her mind was working ninety to the dozen, making it impossible to sleep. Her mind kept going back to that copy of Cosmopolitan that she had tossed so carelessly in the corner of the room and how it wouldn’t hurt just to read it. After all reading it wouldn’t mean anything. And after she’d read it, she could go to sleep.

Pleased with this logic, she scrabbled for her glasses and then flicked on the light. She stalked over to the corner where she’d lobbed the magazine and scoured the article for information. Twice. She wasn’t actually considering doing anything; it was just out of curiosity of how it would be done. Apparently, all that was required was a metronome, a spoon, a suitable subject and two keywords, one for start and one for stop. She flicked off the light wandered back to her bed, pausing only to trip over a chair. She got up, cursing her stupidity, the chair for being there and her toe for hurting, and limped back to bed.

Light flooded in as her door opened a crack and she saw her twenty year old stepbrother, Justin, silhouetted against the light. His long dark hair framed his face in disarray and Tess could tell she’d woken him up. “What was that?”

“Nothing.”

“I thought I heard a thud.”

“I just…never mind.” Tess didn’t want to admit that she’d fallen over a chair. “It was nothing.”

“Oh. Goodnight then.

“Night.”

The door closed again and darkness returned to her room. She put her glasses back on the bedside table by touch and returned to her thoughts. Hypothetically she could do it, but on who? All of the men she knew were puerile, coarse or annoying. Some were all three. She racked her brains trying to think of someone who’d she’d want anywhere near her genitals. The only man her age who she really liked was Justin and although she’d had an enormous crush on him since their parents had first married, he wasn’t really a viable target. Shit, it wasn’t worth thinking about anyway, it wasn’t as though she was going to actually get a metronome and try it on anybody.

***

It had taken her ages to track down a metronome with the correct moving parts necessary. To read the article, which she had by now cut out of the magazine and carried with her, you would imagine that metronomes with hands were commonplace, but every music shop she went to only had digital ones. She tried telling herself to calm down; it’s not as though you were planning to do anything major with it, you were just going to see whether it worked, but her infuriation at the lack of useful metronomes soared until she finally located one in a magic trick shop, designed especially for hypnotism.

When she got home, she laid out her small hypnotism kit: metronome, shiny spoon and the dog-eared article, which had suffered from travelling around in her pocket all day. Now all she had to do was decide whether she should do this to Justin.

It wasn’t as though she was going to do anything immoral; she was just going to see whether it would work. She went over the article one more time and decided on her start and stop words: yukimasu and shimata (Japanese for “Go” and “I have made an error”). The article suggested using foreign words so that they didn’t crop up in normal conversation.

Tess made one last check over her preparations and decided to go find her brother. There wasn’t really any moral issue here. After all, it’s not like she was planning to do anything wrong.

Confident that she’d made a logical and mature decision, she went to look for Justin. Unfortunately, Justin had left her a note informing her that he wouldn’t be back till late. Frustrated, she sat down and watched TV to pass the time.

***

Tess woke up and took a second to work out where she was, then realised she had fallen asleep in front of the television. She crawled out of the chair and stretched her cricked neck, wondering what the hell she’d stayed up for. The memory made its way through her drowsy synapses: Justin. She wandered upstairs to find out whether he’d come home yet.

She found him in the bathroom, brushing his teeth and gave him their ritual greeting. “Hey bro.”

“Hey sis. Did I wake you?”

“Nah, I couldn’t sleep.” Tess leaned on the doorframe and twisted a lock of her hair between her fingers. “Don’t suppose you could do me a favour?”

Justin spat out the toothpaste and turned to look at her. “Like what?”

“I’ve got this bet with Amanda. She bet me a fiver that I couldn’t hypnotise someone and I was kinda hoping…”

“That I’d be the guinea pig.” He sounded a little disapproving and Tess remembered that he didn’t particularly like Amanda. In fact, he spent as much time as he could out of the house when she was around. She cursed her poor choice of lie, but she was stuck with it now and resorted to pleading.

“Come on Justin, I’d only need to do it once.”

“I’m not doing anything foolish in front of Amanda.”

“I wouldn’t make you look stupid.”

“I’m more worried about her.”

A sudden thought struck Tess and she blurted out, “What if I videotaped it?”

“What?”

“If you don’t want to be hypnotised in front of Amanda, then why don’t we do it now and videotape it.”

“Look Tess, can we talk about it tomorrow? I’m really tired and its not really worth…”

“Come on, it’s a matter of principle. You don’t want to prove Amanda right do you?” Tess realised she had struck gold with this last comment and pressed home her advantage. “Come on, it’d only take a few minutes. I’ll give you the fiver if you want; I just don’t want Amanda to be right. You know how smug she gets…”

“All right, all right, I’ll do it.” Justin dried his face and turned to look her in the eyes. “You owe me for this though.”

“Great, I’ll just get the stuff together.” Tess ran to her room to collect her kit, ignoring Justin’s despairing cry of “Can’t I pretend to be hypnotised?”

Justin was sitting on his bed when she came back. She fumbled with the spoon, eventually sticking it to the arm of the metronome, her fingers suddenly clumsy and gauche. “Right…umm…okay, I want you to stare at where the light shines off this spoon. You need to watch it with your….”

“The light’s not shining off the spoon.”

“What?”

“There’s no shine on that spoon.”

Tess looked at her equipment and saw the huge fingerprint where the light was supposed to be shining. “Oh sorry.” She polished it with her t-shirt. “Better?”

“Right, now I want you to stare at where the light shines off this spoon. You need to watch it with your eyes, following the spoon as it moves.” Tess clicked the on button of the metronome. Unfortunately, it was set on a high-speed setting and the spoon flew off into the corner of the room.

Justin closed his eyes, despairing. “Can’t we do this another time?”

“No!” As impulsive statements go, it wasn’t the best. Tess tried to rescue her statement and restore her dignity; a difficult trick to pull off when crawling on all fours trying to find a teaspoon. “Amanda’s coming round tomorrow and I’ve got to have done it by then.”

“Can’t we do it tomorrow morning?”

“It’s easier to do at night.” Tess finally found the spoon under a pile of magazines. She polished it on her shirt and re-attached it to the metronome. “Come on bro, it’ll only take a minute.”

“What’s wrong?” Justin was worried about how agitated Tess was getting over a fiver bet.

“Nothing’s wrong. Can we please just do this?”

Justin considered this. He didn’t really want to go through with it, but Tess sounded pretty desperate for some reason. Probably easier to do it and find out what was wrong with her later. “Kay, but you really owe me one.”

Tess let out an audible sigh of relief. “Right, I want you to look at the shiny spot on the spoon. You need to follow the spoon with your eyes.” She twisted the speed knob on the metronome and switched it on. The clicking filled the room as the arm swung back and forth.

“You’re getting very sleepy as you watch the spoon. Your eyelids are closing and…ummm…they’re closing…and you’re getting very sleepy.” She looked at Justin. His eyes were closed.

“Did it work? Are you hypnotised?”

“No.” Justin opened his eyes. He saw the look on Tess’s face and took pity on her. “Maybe you need to do it a bit more slowly. You know, work up the whole sleepy and eyelids heavy thing. And I think you’ve got to be a bit more confident about it.”

It took three more failed attempts and two more appeals for the idea to be abandoned from Justin before Tess noticed that her brother’s head appeared to be sinking onto his chest. Pleasantly surprised that it had worked, she began to put him into a deeper trance.

“I’m going to count backwards from ten to one. With each number you’re gonna go into a deeper trance, gradually sliding deeper and deeper.”

It seemed to be working. Unfortunately Tess didn’t have a clue what she was going to do next. She’d been running on denial so far, but now she had to work out what she actually wanted.

She could actually hypnotise him to sleep with her, to be her willing sex slave. The unexpected thought floated tantalisingly in her head. Why not? She fancied him and it wasn’t like she was overloaded with offers from suitable men. There was no point pretending that the whole aim of this exercise hadn’t been to get sex.

On the other hand, that sounded very desperate. She didn’t want to have sex with a robot; she wanted someone who genuinely cared for her. A little voice in her head told her that she should take what she could get. Justin certainly loved her, but he’d never see her in that light.

The idea struck Tess so suddenly that she almost expected a lightbulb to ping into being above her head. She didn’t need to force him to love her, just to make him see her as something other than his stepsister. That way, if he was interested in her, he’d be able to act without being held back by inhibitions.

Pleased with her logic, Tess implanted the suggestion that Justin should see her as just a sexy 18 y/o girl and should react accordingly. As an afterthought, she added that he should get very horny whenever he saw her or thought about her. That couldn’t bias things too much.

“Justin, I’m going to count to ten, and as I count, you’ll move slowly out of your trance with every number. You’ll wake up feeling really refreshed and you won’t remember anything that happened to you while you were under. You will return to this trance state when I say yukimasu. 10, 9, 8, 7…”

***

The numbers rang through Justin’s head, echoing as though he was at the bottom of a deep pit. He felt like he was climbing, swimming out of a darkness into light. He opened his eyes, taking a second to adjust to his surroundings.

The room was dim, the only illumination glinting through the billowing curtains from the streetlight outside, but he could still pick out the movement of the metronome as it continued its relentless ticking in front of him on the bed. Tess was perched on the edge of his desk, watching him intently. The light played across her, almost carving her features from the shadows, picking out details. She looked beautiful and in that second Justin started to appreciate what a gorgeous woman she was growing up into. He absent-mindedly wondered whether she was still a virgin, before remembering who he was thinking about. Still, if she wasn’t his sister… His gaze unconsciously travelled up the line of her leg, admiring the curves there.

“You okay?” Tess asked.

“Yeah, fine. Did it work?”

Tess’s lips curled in a smug smirk that seemed to engulf her entire face. She looked like she was laughing at a private joke. “Of course it worked. Did you ever have any doubts?” She hopped down and offered a hand to help him up. “I am a master hypnotist, didn’t you know?”

Her good humour was infectious and Justin accepted the hand up. “So where’s the video camera?”

“What video camera?”

“You mean you didn’t record it? I’m not doing that again in front of Amanda.”

Tess’s smile faltered momentarily. “Oh that video camera. No, I did record it, I put it away already.”

Justin was dubious, but didn’t press it. Something else was bothering him now. “Did you change clothes?” Tess was wearing an alarmingly low-cut top and a short skirt, both of which were designed to show off her figure to perfection. His neck was straining with the effort of not looking at her cleavage.

“No. Been wearing this all evening.”

Justin examined her sceptically. Surely he would have noticed that much flesh earlier. He made an effort to force normalcy, aware of the growing bulge that he was concealing behind his elbow. This was his sister for Christ’s sake! “You going out somewhere?”

Tess shrugged her shoulders in an over-choreographed display of nonchalance. “Nah, thinking about going to sleep. You going to bed yet?”

“Yeah probably.”

“See you in the morning then.” Tess turned and sashayed out of the room, hoping that Justin’s eyes were still fixed on her as she walked out.

***

Justin rolled over, scuffling the bedcovers around him again. He didn’t feel remotely sleepy and was harbouring intense feelings of guilt for the way that he’d been leering over Tess earlier. The madness had faded now that she’d left the room and he was able to appreciate what a tit he was with the ability of hindsight.

He wasn’t sure what had come over him. One moment she was just his sister and the next she had turned into some kind of sex-goddess. He had to hope to God that Tess hadn’t noticed him ogling her.

Knowing that he shouldn’t fantasise over Tess was one thing. Stopping himself was another. Every time he closed his eyes, his mind conjured up a picture of Tess behind his eyelids, happily stripping for him, kissing him, reaching for his…

Justin shook his head to dispel the thoughts. This was insane. She was his sister. He shouldn’t be fantasising about his sister. The images persisted in his head though; his imagination adding the details that he didn’t know.

The room suddenly felt very hot and Justin pushed the covers to the foot of the bed. What was wrong with him? He needed to get up at six tomorrow morning for work and couldn’t stop his mind working. 

She was only his step-sister though. It wasn’t as though they were actually related. He pushed those thoughts away. It’d be wrong to make a move on Tess. She trusted him.

Justin suddenly realised that he’d been playing with himself while thinking, his cock swollen with the thoughts and ideas that his overactive libido was throwing at him. He sighed. What the hell, it was probably better to fantasise than repress, right? As long as it stayed in his head, it’d be okay.

In his mind, Tess smiled at him and reached out. Her hand wrapped around him, squeezing, then releasing to run a finger down the underside. Fingertips dragged up the vein and played with the sensitive spot under his bellend while a palm cupped his balls, rubbing and stimulating across the skin before sliding down to press behind them. His arousal leapt further as the fingers exploited this sensitive spot, enjoying the feeling of abandon.

The hand closed around him again and this time began to move, pulling down roughly before skimming back up to circle round the head. Justin’s breathing had degenerated into gasps now and he could feel a burning building up in his groin. The fingers pressed harder and the friction built, radiating out into his thighs.

“Oh God, Tess.” The fingers clenched around him, providing the final impetus as all his muscles tensed in an eruption of ecstasy. His entire body pulsed to his throbbing cock and the fingers squeezed tighter, trying to extract every ounce of pleasure out of the orgasm. Behind his eyelids, Tess smirked with delight and bent her head to lick him, her tongue caressing him as he shot.

His body relaxed, sinking onto the bed and Justin fell into an uneasy sleep, guilt racking him at his thoughts.




Hypnotising Justin



***

The next morning, Justin stood in the shower, trying to let the water cleanse his mind as it cleansed his body. Guilt racked him as he thought about his feelings. It wasn’t right for him to think of Tess like this.

Logic was doing nothing to curb his overactive imagination though. He could almost see Tess standing in the bathroom wearing only a white t-shirt, which darkened and clung to her body as she stepped into the shower with him…

Justin flicked off the shower, disgusted with his lack of self-control, and wrapped a towel around his midriff, trying inexpertly to conceal his erection. He flung open the bathroom door to be confronted by Tess. She was dressed in one of his old shirts, an oversized white T-shirt promoting Pepsi or something, that she’d adopted as a nightie. The frayed hem just reached down to the top of her thighs and Justin had to put a lot of effort into not staring as it rose and fell with her movements.

“Hey bro.” Tess ran her hands through her hair, suddenly self-conscious of how dishevelled she must look. Justin boggled as the movement lifted the shirt higher and he tried to force himself not to look as it rode up over her thighs, exposing more and more. His hard-on pressed against the towel and he was painfully aware of the tent it was making.

“Hey sis. I’ve…I’ve gotta go and…do something.” Justin swerved around her, trying desperately to conceal his arousal from her as he practically sprinted to the privacy of his room.

Tess stood in the hallway for a second, then walked into the bathroom, a huge grin spreading across her face.

***

“What’s this?”

Tess took her attention away from the television to find out what had attracted Amanda’s curiosity. “What’s what?”

“This.” Amanda was standing over by the bedside table, holding the metronome.

Tess shot off the bed to snatch it away from her friend. “Something private.” She regretted the words as soon as they’d left her mouth. They suggested that she had something to hide and secrets were Amanda’s favourite thing in the world. After sex that is.

“Oh my god,” Amanda exclaimed. “That’s one of those hypnotism clock thingies, isn’t it?”

Tess threw it in a drawer and tried to redeem the situation. “What? No it isn’t.”

“It is. You actually hypnotised someone?”

“No! Of course I didn’t.”

“Cool. Who’d you do it to? Was it Gary? I bet it was Gary.”

“Amanda! I didn’t hypnotise anyone.”

“Ah, so it was Gary then.”

Tess was about to protest her innocence further when a knock on the door interrupted her. “Come in.”

Justin opened the door and poked his head round it. “Hey sis. Wondering whether you wanted anything for lunch. I’m gonna make a pizza or something and wondered whether you wanted to share.” His eyes unconsciously roved Tess’s body, drinking in every detail with a rapacious hunger.

“Yeah, sounds good.” Tess tried to sound normal as her mind raced over her last few sentences. Had Justin heard their conversation? She glanced over at Amanda and was disturbed to notice her staring at Justin. “Amanda?”

“Yeah, me too.”

Justin stole one last lingering look at Tess, gazing longingly at her body before reluctantly leaving. Amanda waited until the door had shut before turning to Tess. “You did it to Justin?” she hissed.

“No!”

“You did. I saw the way he was looking at you. Jesus Tess, he’s your brother. How could you hypnotise your brother to sleep with you?”

“He’s only my step-brother. We’re not even related. Anyway, I didn’t hypnotise him to sleep with me.”

“Come on. Your brother’s suddenly started staring at you like a starving man would at a packet of roasted peanuts and you expect me to believe that you’ve done nothing to him?”

“Amanda…” Tess sighed. Her friend wasn’t going to be satisfied with anything less than the whole truth and her imagination would make up far more sordid details than the reality. “If I tell you about this, you have to swear not to tell anyone.”

“Okay.”

“This isn’t the kind of thing where if you tell someone I’ll get over it. A word of this passes your lips and I’ll be forced to hurt you.”

“Fair enough. Now come on, tell me.” Amanda leant forward. “Have you fucked him yet?”

“No! I didn’t hypnotise him just to get sex.”

Amanda stared at her, disbelievingly. “What did you hypnotise him for then?”

“Okay, so maybe I did hypnotise him for sex,” Tess admitted. “But I only made it so that he’d see me as an ordinary girl, rather than his little sister. I didn’t change his feelings at all.”

“So are you gonna…?”

“Well if he wants me, then probably.”

“If he wants you? Jesus Tess, that stare got me wet and I wasn’t the one it was directed at.”

Both girls jumped and whirled guiltily as there was another knock on the door and Justin poked his head into the room. “Errm, we don’t have any pizzas. You want me to phone out for one?”

Tess watched him, worried what he might have heard. She didn’t know what his reaction would be to being hypnotised, but it probably wouldn’t be positive. For a second, she considered the morality of her actions. Was it right to mess with Justin this way? “You know you don’t have to stand behind the door, don’t you? You can come in.”

“Yeah, I know.” Justin was grateful for the shielding that the door provided though, especially due to the trouser tent that seemed to set up camp every time he looked at Tess. He kept thinking of how good it would feel to kiss Tess, one hand encircling her hip as the other ripped at the frail red top that she was wearing, exposing more smooth white skin to his hands and his fingers deftly moved to rub at her…

Justin dragged himself back to reality and was aware that everyone was staring at him. Amanda appeared to be having silent hysterics in the corner and Tess was giving him a really odd look. “Sorry, I was miles away there. What did you say?”

“Just that takeaway’s good. You all right?”

“Yeah, course. Why wouldn’t I be all right?” Justin turned to leave, his dignified exit slightly spoiled by the noise of strangled sniggers from Amanda.

***

Tess sat in front of the mirror, cross legged. This seemed like the place for some introspection. Amanda had driven home for some supplies and wouldn’t be back for another hour. This was a perfect time to make a move on Justin.

She didn’t really want to make the first move though. To be honest, she wasn’t sure whether she had the courage to make the first move. She definitely wanted Justin, but what if he turned her down? What if she changed her mind?

Tess crinkled her brow in consternation. She didn’t want to be in control. She wanted to be swept off her feet in a wave of emotion. She wanted to lose control of herself. Ironic considering the fact that she was controlling him.

A slow smirk spread across Tess’s face like cream across a saucer. A little less control was exactly what was called for. She unfolded her legs and went to look for a tape-player.

Ten minutes later, Tess was sitting in front of the mirror again, her eyes closed. The dictaphone whirred and clunked beside her and her voice came out of the speaker. “You are sinking into a deeper trance, sliding deeper until all you can hear is my voice. When you wake up, you will not remember doing this. Okay, so…right, every time Justin touches you, you’re going to get horny. You’re not going to try and hide what you’re feeling at all. Whenever his hands touch you, you’re going to feel really good and…ummm yeah, you’re going to cum every time you have sex with him. Now you’re going to come out of your trance, gradually moving towards consciousness as I count down from ten to one. Okay, 10, 9, 8…”

***

Justin was in the living room, flipping through the phone book and trying to find a pizza firm that delivered on a Sunday. His mind wasn’t really on the pizzas though; his thoughts were on Tess, as had become the norm.

He wondered why he couldn’t stop obsessing about her. Every time he thought of her, his cock suddenly sprung to attention and then he simply couldn’t take his mind off her. It was getting weird; he couldn’t even fantasise about other girls anymore. He’d tried jacking off last night, forcing his mind to think of Carmen Electra, Samantha Mumba, Loren from work, Anne Widdecombe, anybody but Tess. It didn’t work; everything he imagined slid back to the same fantasy – Tess, naked, stepping towards him and taking off his clothes, her hands…

Justin whipped his head round as the floorboards creaked and footfalls echoed down the hallway. Amanda had gone home fifteen minutes ago and Tess had said she was going to nap for a while. Intrigued, Justin went to investigate.

Tess was leaning against the kitchen table, intently reading something and had apparently not noticed Justin’s entrance. He stood in the doorway, taken aback by how beautiful she was. She was wearing a tight crimson top that displayed her curves perfectly and her hair draped down her back like molten ebony. Justin had to forcibly restrain himself from going over to hold her, to kiss the nape of her neck, to run his hand over her hip and up to her breasts…

Ah, fuck it. He’d never know if he didn’t try. Justin felt as though he was watching from outside of his body as he closed the door and moved towards her, a powerless observer in his own head.

Tess stood by the table, pretending to read. She’d heard Justin come in and was wondering whether he’d finally have the courage to make a move on her. It was getting frustrating; he just wasn’t forward enough.

Suddenly, a hand caressed her hip and Tess could feel Justin behind her. She shuddered as the hand moved down, tracing across the outside of her thigh, before sliding back up underneath her top. His touch was electric and Tess closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the rush of sensation. She hadn’t expected it to be anything like this.

She moved back, pressing against him, enjoying the feeling of his chest pressing against her back. His other hand ran down her arm, smoothing over the goosebumps that had appeared. Tess moaned, grinding herself against him.

Justin was taken aback by Tess’s response. He’d hoped, certainly, but never expected anything like this. He moved his palm across her stomach and she moaned again, her arse pressing against his groin. Emboldened, he leant forward, kissing the side of her neck, licking and sucking at her skin, his hands exploring more and more of the body he’d fantasised about.

Tess could feel herself losing control. Her body didn’t seem to be reacting to her commands anymore. A shiver travelled over her skin as Justin’s hand reached around her to massage the inside of her thigh and she could feel her nipples harden, her aureolae crinkling and pressing against her bra. Her hands found Justin’s hair and she pulled his head onto her neck, desperate to get more of his touch. His hand slid up her thigh and pressed against the crotch of her jeans. She jumped, feeling her arousal jump another notch. A long, drawn out groan escaped her lips as Justin’s fingers fumbled to unfasten her jeans.

Justin’s lips were at her ear, muttering to her in between licks. “Oh God Tess, I want you. You’re so hot; I couldn’t stand it. I need you.” His hand moved up and started caressing her breast through her bra. Tess whimpered, her entire body concentrating on the feel of his hands as he kept speaking to her. “Oh Tess, you’re so sexy. Is that good? Do you like me doing this?”

His hand slipped inside the cup of her bra and the feeling of his bare hand against her skin made Tess even hornier. Justin’s whispers were becoming ever more throaty as he murmured to her. “Do you like this? Do you like me playing with your hot, sexy tits?” He punctuated every word with movement, his palm brushing against her erect nipple. “Do you?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Justin, I love this. Ohhh God, Justin.” Another moan escaped her lips and she could feel herself getting hotter. “Ohh, ohh, ohhh God Justin, You’re making me so fucking horny.”

Tess felt him slide her jeans down and she kicked them off her legs, glad to be rid of them. His fingers slid under the waistband of her panties, tugging on them, sliding them languorously down her legs, leaving her naked from the waist down.

One hand slithered back under her top, deftly undoing her bra with a flick of his fingers. The other slide across the inside of her thigh, grazing over the skin in little circles, sliding closer and closer to her pussy each time. Tess ground herself back into Justin, feeling his erect cock pressing through his jeans. A cool draft played across her loins and Tess whimpered.

“Justin, please, I need you to touch me,” she whispered. He did nothing, just kept drawing little circles on her thigh with his fingertips so she tried again. “Please Justin. I’m so horny. I need you. Please.”

Slowly, Justin slipped a finger inside her. Tess moaned loudly, her voice echoing around the room. Justin could feel himself get more and more aroused with every word she uttered. He moved another finger into her, dragging his thumb across her engorged clit as he slid them in and out.

Tess began moving her hips against his hand, her entire body needing him to make her come. Every motion brought her closer to the edge as his fingers played over her breasts, teasing her nipples, making them even harder than normal. Tess couldn’t take this; her body had gone crazy with desire and she wasn’t in control. Her eyes closed as the first waves of orgasm crashed over her, growing in intensity until it burst from her, radiating out in rushes of ecstasy.

Justin caught her with one hand as her limbs went weak. He could feel his cock throbbing inside his jeans, pulsing with his heartbeat. He was on the verge of cumming himself just from Tess’s reactions. His hand slid over her skin, relishing the feel of something he’d lusted after so much.

Tess rested her weight on him for a minute, wallowing in the cool, calm orgasm afterglow. Every sensation seemed very clear: the sound of her slowing breathing, the silkiness of her top against her nipples and the coarse grain of Justin’s jeans on her arse. The touch of his hands on her felt so good. She needed more. Her arms moved languidly, stretching over her head, pulling at Justin’s t-shirt and tugging it over his head.

She turned to face him and tossed the t-shirt away, before wrapping her arms around her neck and kissing him. Their bodies pressed together, both of them trying desperately to meld into one. Her hands moved, working at the button of his jeans, fumbling with his fly. She practically tore them open, dragging them off as well as his boxers, desperate to get him naked.

They pressed together again and Tess felt Justin’s hands move under her thighs, lifting her up onto the table. She sat and wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him closer to her. His cock pressed against her pussy as they kissed and Tess shuddered, overwhelmed with desire. Her hand sneaked down to curl around it, her fingers coiling around the shaft, playing up and down briefly and exploring it. Words spilled from her mouth. “Oh God, Justin, I want you so much. I need to feel you inside me. I have to have you.”

Justin grabbed at her top, his fingers working frantically trying to undo it. He needed to see her naked. Suddenly his lust overcame him and he ripped it, tearing it away from her. Tess’s surprised gasp turned into a moan as his hands found her breasts and began squeezing them. She whimpered as her body melted at the touch of his hands.

Her hips pressed against him, grinding herself against his crotch, willing him to penetrate her. “Justin, please. I need you. Please, I want you to fuck me. I need you inside me.”

Suddenly, their hips shifted and he was inside her, thrusting in and out. His lips were fixed on hers, his tongue sliding in and out of her mouth as she massaged it with her own. Her legs locked around his arse, pulling him further into her, needing him to go deeper.

Justin pushed farther into her, his mind exploding with sensations. Tess’s tits pressed against his chest and he could feel his arousal grow as he thought about them. She was so sexy, so hot, so gorgeous and she was fucking his brains out. He could feel his control start to slip as his excitement overwhelmed him. Heat built up inside him, radiating out from his groin as Tess pulled him closer, her legs wrapping tighter as they approached the edge.

Tess’s moans got louder, swelling into a cry, all of her passion escaping her in one wordless scream of ecstasy. Her pussy began to throb, clenching around Justin and she felt him stiffen as he thrust deeper inside her. Then the dam broke and a tsunami of ecstasy engulfed them both, wave after wave of pleasure washing over them, eroding their sensations as they collapsed into each other’s arms.

They stayed there for ages, too overwhelmed to move or even to speak, the only noise the sound of their slowing breathing. Tess stroked Justin’s hair as she thought about all the things she’d done. Had it been wrong to hypnotise him? She was glad now that she’d decided against just turning him into a sex toy and had given a chance for his feelings to shine through on their own. This way, it was more real. She kissed the top of his head and was rewarded by his hand groping her breast. She laughed and started thinking about what they’d do next. After they’d fucked again of course.

Amanda moved away from the kitchen door, trying to slip silently away to hide that she’d been eavesdropping. It had been easy to use hypnosis to ‘suggest’ to Tess that she wanted to hypnotise someone for sex. Tess’s choice of Justin was surprising, but Amanda was just pleased at the end result. Hopefully Tess would feel happier about herself now.

She smirked, her imagination trying to picture what had occurred behind the closed door, and walked out, silently shutting the front door behind her.

Want more? Of course you do. Ideas, suggestions, sexual favours and plain brazen flattery all gratefully accepted, so remember to send feedback. I reply to everything I can.



Hypnotism Can Be Fun



As much as I hate to admit it, I was getting older. The dreaded middle age had passed and I found myself with erection problems. 

I tried to lie to myself that it was only because I was working hard and was tired. But after another failed attempt in the bedroom, my wife sighed and asked what was wrong. 

I assured her it was not her fault and finally broke down and told her the problem I had been noticing. She gave me a hug and asked if I had thought about going to the doctor? 

"I did," I replied, "but he couldn't find anything physically wrong." 

My beautiful wife then told me about her successful trip to a hypnotherapist. 

"I smoked for 20 years." she said. "Do you remember when I stopped and told you I had quit 'Cold Turkey'? I went to this doctor and in one session he completely cured me." 

"If he is that good, maybe I should go see him," I said. 

I made an appointment the next day and with great trepidation made my way downtown to the doctor's office. The waiting room was nice enough, with quiet music and soothing colors. I couldn't help wondering why other people were there and if they were wondering about me. 

Finally my turn came and I was lead into what looked like a study, with a desk, fireplace and thick overstuffed chairs. 

The Doctor greeted me and invited me to have a seat. I had filled out the standard patient information sheet in the waiting room, so the Doctor got right to the problem. 

"I understand you are having a common problem for men of your age?" 

"Yes, I replied sheepishly, I can't seem to get hard, and when I do it goes away at the worst possible time." "I have been to my regular doctor and he can find nothing physically wrong with me." 

"I see," he replied consulting his notes, "and your wife told you about the success I had with her. 

Well let's not delay any long and get to it then, shall we?" 

He lowered the lights and then told me to close my eyes and concentrate on the tone of his voice. The doctor started talking in a very soothing and melodic tone, telling me I felt sleepy. Before I knew it the lights were being brought back up slowly and the doctor was asking me how I felt. 

"Okay, I guess,"was my reply. "Is there a problem, can't you hypnotize me?" 

He told me that we were all done and that I should not be having any more problems. He also said it was important to talk with my wife. I was a little puzzled, but told him I would have her call his office. 

The next day after work, I came home and my wife greeted me at the door. 

"Come with me," she said. "I have something wonderful to show you." 

She lead me up the stairs to the bedroom and told me to undress. I eagerly shed my clothes, only to discover that my enthusiasm and desire didn't match up with the limp noodle between my legs. 

"I'm sorry honey, I guess the doctor just couldn't help." 

With a sexy smile my wife said something that I couldn't hear. All of the sudden, my penis started to swell and expand. I looked down in amazement as blood filled out the head and it started to rise. 

What the hell, I thought. In just a few seconds, it had gotten so hard that I could swear I was one or two inches longer than I had ever been. It was unbelievable, I used to have an average size six and a half to seven incher, but here stood at least nine inches of rock hard cock. That's right, penis sounds too wimpy, this was a cock. 

"Oh sweetheart," I heard my wife say. As she sauntered over and knelt before me. "It's so big, I just have to taste it." 

I watched with disbelief as my wife proceed to give me a wet slobbery blow job. But the final straw was when she slowly pulled my ass cheeks forward until her lips touched my balls. I unloaded an enormous load right down her throat. She pulled back to just the head and started to jack the rest of me with both hands. I spasmed again and another enormous wad shot directly into her mouth. 

As she continued to pump my shaft, I release spurt after spurt into her suctioning mouth until if felt like she was drawing my insides out. As I softened between her lips she gave it one more tug and then released me to hang limply once more. 

"Oh my god honey, I don't believe you did that." 

She said, "I don't believe I did it either, but for some reason it was easy, and I really liked your sperm too, it tasted like vanilla." 

We looked at each other in confusion. Then I remembered that the doctor asked here to call him. 

"What did the doctor want to talk to you about?" I asked. 

He had given her the trigger word to bring on my erection. The odd thing was that she couldn't tell me, because I was conditioned to blank the word out whenever somebody said it. 

"That's crazy," I told her. 

"Is that so," she replied. 

With that she opened her mouth, but no sound came out. With a smirk on her face she looked down and as I followed her gaze my eyes confirmed what my dick had felt. I was getting hard again. I don't think I have ever had two hard-ons this close together in my entire life. But there it was, big as life and stiffer than ever. 

My wife gave me a wink and said, "Well now that we got you off, how about returning the favor and putting that big boy where he'll do the most good." 

I smiled and asked her to bend over the bed as I approached here with my huge (that's what I said) cock leading the way. I reached underneath and was delighted to find that she was sopping wet. I took my dick in my hand and and rubbed the head around her wet pussy before gently inserting the head just past her lips. 

"Oh my God, your head is so huge, it's stretching me out." she said. 

I beamed with self confidence and told her I would be gentle and take my time. 

I pushed about two inches in slowly and then held for a second. I started a gentle in and out motion with just the two inches and as I felt her begin to respond, I eased in another inch. 

She moaned and told me to push in more because it was starting to feel really good. I pushed in another couple inches and she moaned loudly. I now had about as much as I'd ever had in her, but there was still three inches to go.

She told me how big it felt and that it was filling here better than ever. When I told her it wasn't all the way in, she looked over her shoulder with a mixture of fear and excitement. 

"I want you to give it all to me." 

She leaned forward all the way onto the bed and I pulled out until just the head was inside. 

Then with one smooth movement I pushed the entire 9 plus inches of my cock all the way into her until I felt my balls smack into her pussylips. 

She let out a shreek and yelled, "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" 

I pulled half way out and rammed back in forcefully. 

She screamed to fuck her hard and I started to hammer my huge cock in and out of her, causing ripples on her plump ass with every stroke. I pistoned in and out of her for at least 5 minutes until my wife's moaning got higher and higher in pitch.  

Then her pussy seemed to get tighter and tighter, and she was squeezing and releasing. Over and over again she pulsed on my shaft and I realized she was have multiple orgasms. 

That set me off and for the second time in an hour I began shooting huge wads, 7,8,9 times I spasmed and each time felt like a quarter cup of jizz shot out of me. There was so much that it was squelching out from the sides of her distended pussy lips around my slowly softening dick. 

I collapsed to the side of my wife on the bed and we both just tried to catch our breath.

"That doctor sure is a miracle worker, I wonder what else he can do with hypnosis?" 

We both laughed before falling into an exhausted sleep. 

This is my first story, I have idea's for continuation of this theme, including other people discovering the trigger word. Any constructive criticism would be welcome.