Copyright 2000 by Jennifer Doalfer

Preface:
I would like to point out that this story is written especially 
for publication. I have included actions which I honestly don't 
care much for myself, but which I have understood that my readers 
like to read. If you are one of my readers who likes the intimacy 
of my stories and the feeling that you get to know me through my 
stories, then please don't take the content of this story as an 
indication of my true feelings.
 

The Wonders of Hypnosis
 

I am sorry to say that many years ago I was a smoker.  I know that 
doesn't go very well with being a medical student, as I was at the 
time, but the studying was hard and I needed the cigarettes to 
relax.  When I graduated I decided to stop, but I couldn't.  I was 
getting rather desperate.  I thought I had a fairly good 
character, and I had always been sure I could stop anytime.

So when one of my good friends suggested I should try hypnosis, I 
was willing to try, even though I had always been a strongly 
skeptical.  My friend Brian, however, insisted that this guy who 
was Egyptian, was fantastic and that he had got one of his friends 
off 60 cigarettes a day.  As I was under 20 a day, but still 
feeling that was a burden, I thought that, maybe, this guy might 
actually be able do something for me. So I booked a time to go and 
see him, and one afternoon a couple of weeks later, I went along.

I was received by a beautiful girl who was obviously also 
Egyptian. 

"Please come in. Sit down and relax," she said. 

I looked around. Even though this was in a completely normal flat 
in one of the better parts of Copenhagen, everything inside was 
Egyptian, even down to the smell of incense.  I was in a large 
room divided by a thick curtain, almost like a carpet, the way I 
imagine the Bedouins have the interior of their tents separated. 

"My father is still busy with his last client, but he should be 
out in a short time. You can't always tell how long these sessions 
are going to last," she added apologetically.

I smiled back.  I just hoped that I wasn't going to change my mind 
in the meantime.  Fortunately I didn't have to wait long. I never 
saw the previous client, as that person was ushered out behind 
another curtain, which covered the way to the door.  I could hear 
a muffled conversation, apparently between the girl and her father 
before he came out to greet me.  He was a rather small man. Not 
ugly, not particularly old, but in some way strangely mysterious.  
The first thing I really noticed about him was his eyes, which 
were large, round, and almost black.  I already found them 
mesmerizing, thinking about what it would be like staring into the 
eyes of a snake.  But I didn't feel uncomfortable.  I guess I 
would have been disappointed if he had been a completely normal-
looking man.  He certainly fitted the part of a hypnotist.

"Hello to you then," he said in the same broken Danish I had heard 
before. 

He held the curtain to the side so I could step through the 
opening.  He kept it open, indicating with his head that his 
daughter should leave.  I got the impression she didn't want to, 
but that she was frightened to disobey him.  She quickly slipped 
out and I heard the main door close and the lock click. 

I felt slightly worried, but he smiled a very warm and reassuring 
smile.

"Please sit there in the large chair," he said, as he indicated a 
large, very cozy looking chair, a mixture between a chair and a 
bed. It looked very Egyptian as well.  I could imagine a slim 
Egyptian goddess resting on it smoking a long thin black 
cigarette.  The thought of the cigarette reminded me of why I was 
there.

I almost had to climb into the chair, but once I sat down I could 
understand why he was using furniture like that.  It was extremely 
comfortable, and I had no problem finding a relaxing position.  He 
didn't speak for a while.

"Have you ever tried hypnosis before?" he wanted to know.

"No," I replied

"Do you believe in the possibilities of hypnosis?"  It was asked 
very neutrally, but I wanted to be careful about answering it.

"I admit I am skeptical, but on the other hand if I didn't believe 
in its possibilities I wouldn't be here now."

"True enough," he said with a friendly smile. "It is common that 
people need to have experienced the effects of it before they 
fully believe in it, but as long as you are receptive it shouldn't 
be a problem being skeptical."

"Okay then," he said, and started out in way I hadn't anticipated.  
I had expected a pendulum, or him staring into my eyes and telling 
me to go to sleep. Instead, he asked me to imagine arriving at a 
tropical beach, leaving my single-seater outrigger, and walking 
across the fine and soft sand into a narrow jungle path taking me 
up a mountain. As I walked along he described the feeling of the 
sand, the colour of the flowers and the sounds.  Soon I really 
felt as if I was walking in the jungle, up the path and finding a 
small temple. Inside was a hot spring that flowed into a pool.  He 
told me to get undressed and immerse myself in the pool, relax and 
leave all my worries and stress from the civilized world behind 
me.

"You are now in a totally relaxed position," he told me, and I 
could only agree.  I really was.  You almost feel weightless in 
the water and the minerals in the water make you dozy and sleepy.  
Rest your head against the edge of the pool and fall into a light 
sleep where you will be very receptive to all I am going to tell 
you."

He told me to go to a journey inside myself.  He took me back to a 
room inside myself, where I could sit in an elevated position and 
look down on myself and my inner feelings.  His voice had changed 
into a soft, persuasive, persistent droning, which made we want to 
sleep.

He showed me how I had a pool of desires, of food, comfort, sex, 
sleep, and smoking.

"You have the same total pool of desires.  What we need you to do 
is convert some of the unwanted desires into a stronger feeling 
for some of the other desires, so that there is no more room in 
the pool for the unwanted ones.  The strongest desire, and the one 
easiest to convert to without either sleeping or eating too much, 
is sex.  I want you to concentrate on your desire for sex.  Think 
back to some of the best sex you have had," 

He paused while I easily found one of my most recent experiences, 
which had, indeed, been very good.

"Now think of some unfulfilled desire and get deep into dreaming, 
or imagining a way where that could happen." 

That was much harder, but I had recently been at a swimming pool 
where I had noticed two guys staring at me.  Later I had imagined 
what it would be like if I had met them in the changing room 
afterwards. In my dream the two guys actually walked into my 
temple in the jungle, undressed, and joined me in the pool.  It 
wasn't long before I was imagining us having sex there in the 
water.  

I guess he must have been observing my rate of breathing, because 
as I was getting quite excited from my dream, he interrupted me 
with his soft voice, "I want you to concentrate on the feelings 
you have now. Next time you think that you need a cigarette, you 
will be experiencing this feeling and emotion instead.  You will 
feel that if you take the cigarette, you won't be able to feel 
like this again.  That it is the choice between feeling the 
pleasure of the cigarette or the pleasure of sex.  Do you 
understand that?"

I nodded and said yes, even though I didn't fully understand it. I 
understood his command and I was concentrating on being able to 
carry it out, but I didn't really understand or believe that I 
could  feel like that, just from wanting a cigarette.

"It is very important that in the following weeks, you have a lot 
of strong sexual activity.  You need to make your mind understand 
that the desire for cigarettes can be overcome with your desire 
for, and the pleasures of sex.  Do you have a regular partner in 
your life right now?"

"No, I haven't had a steady boyfriend for some time now, and I 
haven't had sex for more than a month."  I hadn't really intended 
to say that, but I felt I had no secrets I couldn't tell him.

"As your desire for cigarettes gets converted into desires for 
sex, it is very important that you fulfill those desires, so that 
your subconscious will accept the switch.  I will now give you 
some further instructions.  These will be stored in your 
subconscious mind, and when you wake from your present state, you 
will not remember any of them, but you will obey the instructions 
carefully.  Do you understand that?"

"Yes," I understood that, and was willing to accept it.  

"When you hear somebody offering you a cigarette you will decline, 
but if the same person says the words, 'take the whole pack', in 
any connection, this will be a trigger sentence meant for you.  
From that point on you will lose any inhibitions.  You will accept 
any offers or suggestions being put to you.  You will feel a 
strong urge to exhibit yourself and you will take off your clothes 
if asked.  You will be in a state where you will accept any 
advances or sexual suggestions made to you."

"The next trigger sentence you must remember is, 'I can see you 
don't need that'.  When you hear that you will feel very strong 
sexual desires.  Your breasts will be very receptive to touch, and 
you will feel a burning desire to have somebody touch, fondle or 
kiss them. You will feel a strong desire to touch yourself between 
the legs or have somebody do it to you.  You will become very wet 
and feel you must have sex right then and there.  You will not 
care where, or with whom, but you must have an orgasm as soon as 
possible.  The sex will feel very, very good to you, and in this 
state you will have very strong orgasms.  You will only be able to 
think about sex and of getting as much as possible.  You will feel 
no inhibitions as all."  

"The last trigger sentence you must remember is, 'stub it out'.   
This will bring you to a state where you will slowly return to 
your normal self.  You will stop feeling sexually aroused, but you 
will feel pleasantly satisfied.  You will get dressed and assume 
the activity and conversation you were engaged in when you heard 
the first trigger sentence.  After that you will forget all that 
happened, but you will have a strong feeling, that the rejection 
of the cigarette, has given you fulfillment of a different, and 
much stronger desire.  You will know that it was this rejection 
which made you feel so good."

"Notice that when you wake up you will not remember that you have 
been given these instructions, but you will, all the time, be 
listening for the trigger sentences, and react to them when you 
hear them.  Do you understand that?"

"I do."  I certainly did.  I had no idea where this would lead, 
but the instructions were very clear and I had a strong feeling of 
a need to comply.  I was certainly going to do this if I should 
hear those sentences.  I didn't know what situations it might 
bring me into, but I appreciated the theory of converting desires, 
and if this was what it took, and if I could have some good sex at 
the same time, then that was fine with me.

He now guided me back from the pool.  Feeling the cool breeze and 
hearing the sound of the birds.  Dressing and walking to the 
beach, getting into the outrigger and leaving the shore.   I 
opened my eyes.  I was surprised I had closed them.  I wasn't even 
aware of closing them.  I was strangely unaware of how much time 
had passed.  I felt I was oddly short of breath, but otherwise I 
felt fine.  I thought back to the journey through the jungle, and 
remembered everything clearly.  I understood the need for the 
replacing of desires, and the sense in using sex, one of my 
strongest desires, as that replacement.  I was surprised, however, 
at remembering him telling me about the trigger sentences.  I 
remember hearing him saying that I wasn't supposed to remember 
those instructions.  I did remember, but I felt a bit 
disappointed.  Maybe the rest of it wouldn't work either then.

"How are you feeling now?" he asked me.

"Fine, very relaxed," I lied.  I felt a bit confused, but I didn't 
want to tell him.  I didn't want to let him know that I doubted 
him.  Also I found the instructions a bit embarrassing now, and it 
would perhaps be better just to forget about the whole thing.

"How would you like a cigarette now then," he asked as be brought 
out a pack and offered me one.

"No thanks," I said with a smile, knowing he was testing me.  I 
was very much aware of being in the process of converting the 
desire.  I found myself thinking about the last time I had had 
sex, and the pleasure I had experienced.  No way was I going to 
give that up for a cigarette.  I felt quite pleased with myself 
for making it work. Maybe there was something in it after all.

"You can take the whole pack," he said as he closed it and offered 
it to me. 

I shook my head as I realized that that was the trigger sentence I 
was supposed to look out for, but not know about.  I knew he was 
still just testing me, but I was surprised to find that I was 
feeling very grateful that he was giving me this opportunity and 
helping me.  Actually, I would probably do anything he asked me; I 
was just waiting for instructions.

"I want you to unbutton your shirt," he said quietly.

I could see nothing wrong in that.  We were, after all, just 
testing if the hypnosis worked.  I wanted to let him think that it 
did.  Actually, I quite liked the idea of letting him see my 
breasts.  When I consciously accepted to obey him, I was surprised 
to find that my hand had already undone half the buttons.  As 
usual I wore no bra.  I unbuttoned the shirt all the way down, and 
had to pull it out of my trousers to get the bottom ones undone.  
When they were all undone, I looked over at him.  His eyes met 
mine.  They were soft and not unpleasant at all.  Even though he 
had not asked me to I wanted to pull the shirt open to let him see 
my breasts.  As a matter of fact, I felt a strong desire to do so.  
I looked down my front as I opened the shirt, completely baring my 
breasts to him.  I could see the cooler air was making the nipples 
react.  I didn't know what to do, but if he had come and touched 
them, I would happily have let him do so.  Actually, he could do 
anything to me he wanted.  I felt really grateful towards him.

"Take it off completely," he said, and of course I did that.  I 
felt like I was lying in the pool.  It was so comfortable.

He looked at the pack of cigarettes still in his hand and said, "I 
can see you don't need these."

I didn't even get time to reflect on the fact that this was the 
second trigger sentence.  I don't know if it was the hypnosis 
working, or whether it was my exhibitionistic tendencies but just 
those words made me know that this was more that just proving that 
the commands worked.  I looked down at myself and noticed my 
nipples had become very erect.  I wanted to touch them, but I felt 
just a slight pang of embarrassment from doing so while he was 
staring at me. That didn't last long.  I didn't really care.  He 
was my mentor.  I was in a process of converting my desires, and 
why shouldn't he be allowed to watch that?  I looked up and saw 
his eyes resting on my breasts.  I felt myself go wet.  I was 
wriggling a bit in the seat, trying to get my panties to rub 
against my pussy, which felt on fire.  My fingers found my nipples 
and started to rub them the way I love.  I leant my head back 
against the pillow and arched my back so my breasts stood out more 
prominently.

"Now lift up your skirt and remove you panties," he said, in the 
same soft voice.

Oh, that was just exactly what I was burning to do.  I wanted to 
show him the effect his words were having on me.  What a good 
patient I was, that I was obeying his commands, and that I was 
converting my pleasures.  I pulled the skirt all the way up over 
my hips and quickly removed my panties.  I pulled up my legs and 
spread them as much as I could.  I gripped the insides of my 
thighs, pulling them apart, offering him a perfect view of my 
pussy, which I keep nicely trimmed, and leaving the lips 
completely bare. 

"I want you to bring yourself to an orgasm, and I want you to 
think about the pleasures you are feeling, that you are only 
feeling them because you rejected the cigarette," he said, in his 
soft persuasive voice.

Of course I knew that.   This was only part of the therapy, but it 
felt so good.  I really wanted to keep rejecting cigarettes so I 
could continue feeling like this.  My hands slipped down to my 
pussy.  I spread the lips, feeling so randy.  If he had wanted to 
make love to me now I would have let him do it, no problem.  As it 
was, he didn't make any move, so I just plunged two fingers inside 
me, rubbing them in and out, trying the best I could to mimic the 
movements of the dick I really was dreaming of having inside me.  
Meanwhile the fingers of my other hand had found my clitoris.  It 
was just so sensitive that it only took a few careful strokes 
before I started losing it.  I lost contact with reality, or 
whatever you could call my present state, and just concentrated on 
my feelings.  I think I was shaking my head from side to side and 
crying out, as the work of my fingers sped up.   

When the first waves of the orgasm hit me, I bucked as my stomach 
muscles contracted.  I happened to look at my mentor who was 
staring at me.  I could see drops of sweat rolling down his 
forehead.  I felt happy that this was having an effect on him, 
that it wasn't purely clinical.  He saw me watching him, and he 
smiled an approving smile and nodded for me to go on.  Not that I 
could have stopped even if I wanted to.  Apart from the exquisite 
pleasure I found from my fingers, there was also the added 
excitement of actually doing this in front of a guy.  This was one 
of my great exhibitionistic dreams coming true.  I stared into his 
eyes all the way though the orgasm.  I didn't want it to stop, so 
I kept up the movements past the point where I normally felt it 
too much to go on, and was rewarded with the immediate knowledge 
that the next orgasm was about to hit me.  Looking into his eyes I 
kept telling myself, as he had instructed, that this was the 
result of converting my desire for the cigarettes. As I collapsed 
in the spasms of the next gigantic orgasm, I could only think 
about how grateful I felt for this opportunity to drop smoking 
cigarettes in this way. 

I felt completely spent.  This had been such a strong sensation.  
I was out of breath, I was sweaty and would have been happy if I 
could just go to sleep, right there like that, in his presence.  

He stood up, and as he put a hand carefully on the inside of one 
of my thighs, he looked into my eyes and said, "I think we can 
stub that out now".  That was the first time he had actually 
touched me and it felt electric.  I quickly recovered myself, and 
without being told to, I knew I would have to get dressed and get 
back to reality.  I got off the chair to get my panties from the 
floor, and when I turned around I was alone.  I dressed quickly, 
found a mirror over a hand washbasin in the corner of the room, 
and did the best I could to brush my hair into a decent shape 
again.  I could have done with some makeup but I hadn't brought 
any along, so I just washed the worst of the perspiration off my 
face. 

When I turned around again he was back in the room again, watching 
me.

"I hope you believe more in the powers of hypnosis now.  You seem 
very receptive and I am sure it will work fine with you.  If, 
after some weeks, you feel the need for sex instead of the 
cigarettes becomes a liability, then please come back, and we can 
adjust the need for crossover desires, to your reduced need for 
cigarettes at that time."

"Thank you, very much.  This has been a very pleasant experience, 
and I am sure that it will work � I can feel that it will!" I 
said, knowing that I really couldn't let him know that I had been 
very aware of what had been happening, and that I hadn't, as 
instructed, forgotten all about the sexual experience.

I got my purse out ready to pay him, but he looked almost 
offended.

"That has been taken care of.  Don't worry about money now, my 
dear," he said, and gave me a hug good-bye. 

He led me out through a side door, and I was soon down on the 
street.  Only then did it hit me what had actually happened in 
there.  God, I thought to myself, did I really do that?  I knew I 
had.  I had no problems at all remembering.   I also knew that the 
hypnosis worked because, despite my history of not shying away 
from any possibility of a sexual experience, I was very much aware 
that I had been 'conned' into this.  I would not, under normal 
circumstances, have done what I had.  As I walked down the street 
in a daze, I also realized that I had enjoyed it, and that if this 
was what was necessary to do in order to drop the smoking, I would 
happily do it again.  I managed to get all the way home before I 
felt the need for a cigarette, but I was very relieved to realize 
I had no problem concentrating my desires on sex instead.  I was 
surprised however, how strong the sexual feelings were.  Just 
thinking about a cigarette made me wet.  

I decided to accept the situation.  I put on my best rock album 
and settling in the bathtub, dreamt up an exciting sexual 
encounter.  It wasn't long before I had myself lathered and rubbed 
into another orgasm.  I felt that as long as I could convert my 
desire for smoking into this kind of pleasures, I knew I wouldn't 
need any more cigarettes.  My last thoughts, however, before I 
turned out the light over my bed, were how I should get through 
the day tomorrow, without spending all day in the bathroom 
*converting* my desires.

The next day started off so busy, I wouldn't even have had time 
for a cigarette, even if I had still been smoking.  Later in the 
morning I met Brian who looked equally stressed.

"Hi Jenny.  What a morning! I am glad it is not me quitting 
smoking today.  I really need one," he said as he made his way 
towards our hiding place in the storeroom.  Smoking was not really 
allowed in the hospital, but it was generally accepted, that due 
to the stress, some staff just couldn't live without it, so one of 
the storerooms had been fitted out with extra ventilation and an 
air purifier. 

I automatically made to follow him, when I remembered I didn't 
smoke any more.

"Brian," I called out, "stop a minute. I don't smoke any more, as 
you may remember."

He stopped and looked back at me in a funny, querying way.

"Of course you don't smoke anymore," he laughed.  "You went to my 
Egyptian friend yesterday, didn't you?"

"Yes I did," I said defiantly, "and it works.  I haven't had a 
cigarette since yesterday morning."

"Okay, but I haven't stopped yet, and I need a smoke now.  Come 
along and tell me about yesterday.  You can prove to me that you 
don't feel any more desire for cigarettes."   He smiled as he 
waved me along.

I went along feeling certain I would have no problems.  I would 
just think about sex, I said to myself with a smile.  That 
shouldn't be difficult with Brian about.  He was always joking 
about sex.  He was becoming a very good friend, and if he hadn't 
been a colleague, I would have accepted his advances a long time 
ago.  I just didn't want to start my career as a doctor with a 
relationship with another doctor.  That would just be too cliché 
for words.

The storeroom had windows all along the side next to the corridor, 
so we had to hide in the back behind the second row of shelves.  
That had the advantage that we could see through the shelves and 
extinguish the cigarettes and pretend to be looking for stores if 
security should come around.  They were the only ones who still 
were not accepting that smoking took place in the stores.  I guess 
they were responsible for fire safety as well, and they didn't 
like the idea of smoking going on in a storeroom with laundry and 
linen.

By the time I reached the back of the stores Brian had already got 
his cigarettes out and was lighting up.

"Are you sure you don't want one," he asked with a big smile. 

"Yes, I am very sure. I really don't need it any more," and 
immediately found my thought drifting off towards the pleasures of 
my bath last night. 

I must have had a dreamy look on my face, for Brian looked at me 
strangely.

"I guess that Egyptian hypnosis worked then," he muttered more or 
less to himself.

He looked at me oddly as he fished the cigarettes out of his 
pocket again. 

"I guess you can take the whole pack then," he said in an 
uncertain, questioning way.

I stiffened.  There was no doubt this was the trigger sentence I 
had been told to listen for and it wasn't just said by chance.  
The sentence didn't fit well into the conversation we just had.  I 
knew that the only explanation was that Brian also knew the 
trigger sentence, and knew what I had been told to do when I heard 
it.  I stared at him.  I felt hot.  If that was what he wanted 
then I would give it to him.  I didn't know if it was the hypnosis 
that worked, or it was the realization that this man, who I felt 
attracted to,  had just told me, in a secret way, that he wanted 
me.  I didn't want to let down the Egyptian.  I had been told what 
to do if I wanted to stop smoking, and I was going to carry it 
through, no matter what.   If, as a side benefit, I could have sex 
with one of the best looking doctors, and be able to pretend 
afterwards that it had never happened, so much the better.

I was aware that we were vulnerable in the storeroom, but this was 
where the trigger words had been said, so this was where it had to 
happen.  I didn't care.  Let them all come and watch, I thought.  
Brian was staring at me.  I still had given no indication that his 
words were having any effect on me. 

I took the pack of cigarettes he was still offering me.  I didn't 
look at it, I just put on a shelf.

"Thanks," I said, as I kept staring at him.  "What do you want me 
to do?"

He gave a start, as if woken from a dream.  He hesitated a bit, 
and then said as if out of breath, "I want you to take off your 
clothes."

Again I was surprised to find that my hands obediently started to 
unbutton my white uniform dress, even before I had consciously 
decided to do it.  But there was no way I wasn't going to do it.  
I desperately wanted him to see me naked.  I knew he had tried to 
hide looking at me when we changed into the scrubs (the green 
outfits we wear when in the operating theatre).  I would always 
get very hot when operating, and I only wore underwear under the 
scrubs.  We had often helped each other into the scrubs (which had 
to be put on without being touched on the outside by anything that 
wasn't sterile).  For that reason I always wore very decent 
underwear, but I was always very much conscious of him watching me 
while I put on the scrubs over my head.

I had the dress unbuttoned and slipped it over my shoulders, and 
catching it behind me, I laid it over the back of a chair next to 
me.  This was the state he had seen before, but as I put my hands 
behind my back to undo my bra, Brian's breathing almost stopped.  
I paused slightly to see the effect.  He looked up into my eyes, 
questioningly.  But as soon as I undid the hook and slipped out of 
the bra, his eyes shifted to my exposed breasts.  I enjoyed him 
staring at my breasts, with my nipples starting to rise.  I didn't 
stop but continued undressing by sliding my panties down.  As I 
stepped out of them, I moved all the way up against him, put my 
arms behind his head, and pulled myself up to his lips for a kiss.  
He was holding me tight while we kissed, and I could feel his dick 
straining in the loose jogging trousers he normally wore under his 
white coat, now open.  I felt strangely exhilarated standing 
there, completely naked up against him, just waiting for his next 
command.

He pushed me a bit away so he could look at me. 

"You are just so beautiful," he said, with obvious admiration in 
his voice.  "There isn't one single male in this department who 
wouldn't give their right arm to see you like this.  Everybody is 
talking about you.  Seeing you like this, in here, is just so 
incredibly arousing."

He grabbed the pack of cigarettes off the shelf and said, "I can 
see you don't need these anymore." The second trigger sentence.

I knew it was coming, and I was already halfway there, but I was 
surprised at the intensity of the excitement these words instilled 
in me.  I almost felt dizzy.  I got such a strong urge to touch 
myself that I couldn't stop myself.  I leant my head back, closed 
my eyes, and grabbed my breasts with both hands.  I had hardly 
touched my nipples before I could feel myself getting very turned 
on.  I didn't really want to do this in front of Brian, but my 
hand just slipped from my breast down between my legs. I was so 
wet, my fingers slipped into me without me hardly noticing it.  My 
legs almost buckled.  I put one arm out to Brian for support, as 
my other hand frantically worked itself in and out of my pussy.  I 
just couldn't stop.  I opened my eyes and saw Brian watching me.  
His hands found my breasts, the first time he had actually touched 
me intimately.  

I stared at my breasts as his fingers found my nipples and started 
to massage them.  I could feel I was starting to come, but I 
didn't quite want that just yet.  I stopped and moved one of his 
hands between my legs.  While his fingers found my love button, I 
plunged my hands inside his trousers. One hand found his semi-
erect dick, while the other yanked at his trousers to get them 
down.  I didn't quite succeed with my one hand, but when he helped 
with his other hand, we managed, between us, to get his trousers 
down.  He moved his hand from my clit and stood back a little, 
stepping out of his trousers, now around his feet.  

I watched his dick jerk the last little bit into being fully 
erect.  I moved in close again.   I grabbed it with both hands and 
rubbed it against my stomach.  He was gasping.  His hands found my 
nipples again.  I stood on my toes and kissed him hard and 
hungrily, as I guided his dick between my legs.  I just slipped it 
back and forth along my slit, wanting it inside me, but I couldn't 
get up high enough.  He was so much taller than me, I couldn't get 
the angle right.

Brian must have felt as frustrated as I did. 

"Jenny, hang on a second," he said. "Let me sit down here." He 
moved my dress and some stuff off the chair and sat down.  He 
leant back against the backrest. 

Now I could get at him.  I stood above him with a leg on each side 
and slowly lowered myself down on his towering dick.  He was 
holding it upright, guiding it into me as I sat down on him, 
plunging it into me in one long thrust.  He put a hand on one 
breast, and the other found my love button.  It was up to me to 
control all our movements.  That was fine with me.  I held on to 
his shoulders as I lifted myself off a little, and plunged down on 
him again.  Before long I had found a rhythm that suited me, and I 
could concentrate on my feelings.  I could clearly feel his rather 
large dick slide in and out of me, but the best thing was the way 
he held his fingers in a position where they would hit my love 
button each time I thrust down on him.  I would stay down just 
long enough to gyrate around his fingers, before lifting myself 
off again. Then down again, the speed picking up as the excitement 
grew.

I looked over his shoulder.  Through the bottles and boxes on the 
shelves I could see the door to the storeroom, and through the 
wired glass I could clearly see our colleagues and some patients 
walking past, oblivious of what was going on just on the other 
side of the door.  I slowed down as I saw the storekeeper, Robert, 
at the door.  There was no way we could hide or cover up if 
someone came in and walked round to the back shelves.  He opened 
the door and came in carrying a big cardboard box.  I stopped 
moving.

"Don't stop now, don't stop," Brian whispered, having heard the 
door opening, but unable to stop his oncoming orgasm.  I sat up a 
bit, stretching back staying down on Brian, just slowly rubbing 
myself against his fingers.  I could feel he was just about to 
come, but I couldn't move for fear of our movements being seen by 
Robert. Then I realized that I didn't really care what Robert saw.  
He was an old age pensioner filling in some spare time by looking 
after the storeroom.  Brian grabbed my breasts.  I almost wished 
Robert would turn around and look through the boxes and see me.  I 
started to move again as he was putting down the box on a far 
shelf.  He was half deaf anyway, so I doubted he would hear us.  
Brian grabbed my hips and started to force me back and forth.  The 
excitement of doing this, with the door of the storeroom open and 
people walking past and Robert there, was all of a sudden too much 
for me, and I couldn't help speeding up as I could feel the 
beginning of my orgasm emerging.  Brian was getting frantic.  He 
had his back to the door, and I didn't know how much could be 
seen.  I had stopped caring.   I was biting my lip in order not to 
make a sound, but I could feel Brian was about to come, and I was 
getting close too.  Nothing was going to stop me now.  

Robert turned around, looked through the shelves, but didn't 
pause.   Had he done so he would have seen the new doctor, the one 
that apparently every male was talking about, just about to 
orgasm, with tits flying as Brian frantically pulled and shoved, 
in the last throes of his orgasm.  But Robert didn't stop.   He 
just walked of out the open door and pulled it shut behind him. 

"Oh, Brian, I've got to come now.  Shiiit, wait for me!" I yelled 
as I felt him shooting into me.  But he stayed hard, and with the 
action of his fingers, he had me going full out, rapidly catching 
up.  The effect of the hypnosis, the excitement of the 
circumstances was just up my alley, the frustration of the slowed 
action at a crucial moment, all added to the size of the orgasm.   
I just couldn't control it. I yelled out and collapsed, crying 
over Brian, while I slowly rubbed up and down, getting as much out 
of the after shocks as I could, not wanting it to end.   I was 
kissing him desperately, while his hands carefully caressed my 
firm breasts, the nipples now very sensitive to his touch.

I knew we had to get dressed and back to our duties, but I really 
didn't  want this to end.  However, it did end when Brian just 
said the words, "Stub it out," without trying to hide it in a 
sentence meant to make sense.  I knew that was the end and that I 
couldn't do anything about it.  I slid off Brian and found a paper 
towel to dry myself and Brian with.  Then I got dressed while he 
just sat there watching me.  I realized I was not supposed to 
remember anything after this, so I just pretended to gather myself 
together and get back to normal.  I really wanted to give him a 
big kiss, hug him and say that I loved him, and that I would do 
this again anytime without him needing his trigger words, but I 
couldn't break the spell.  So I just left him sitting there as I 
walked out of the storeroom.  The first time in days not having 
the least desire for a cigarette, and pleased that for a change, I 
could walk out of this room not feeling guilty about smoking.  I 
wasn't even feeling guilty about my converted desires.  I just 
felt very satisfied and very pleased with myself.

It wasn't until the very end of the day I met Brian again.  He 
seemed to have been avoiding me.  That was okay with me, I wasn't 
really sure that I could actually play the part of not knowing 
what had happened.  However, we managed to get into the lift 
together, and as other people were present we just had to make 
small talk, so it was easy to play the role of total innocence.  
When we got out of the lift however, we walked alone through the 
front door.  Outside, just before our ways split, Brian turned 
towards me, taking some time before he actually spoke:

"Jennifer, I am having some friends around Saturday night. Would 
you like to come along?" he asked. The way he hesitated might have 
been interpreted as a reaction to today's experience, or just for 
the fact that he was inviting a girl around.

"Who's coming?" I wanted to know.  I really didn't want the whole 
hospital knowing that we were seeing each other privately.

"Eric and Sam, Tony and Toni, Jim alone as he and Ann-Lou just 
split up, and possibly Benny and Patricia," he said.   All were 
his friends from University.  I knew them but they hadn't been in 
my circle of friends and none of them worked at the hospital, so I 
guessed that was okay.

"Yes, that could be fun," I said with obvious pleasure.

"Okay, we can talk more about it tomorrow.  See you then," he 
waved and left for the parking lot in a hurry.

Saturday took a long time to arrive.  It was a very nice evening, 
even though the guest list got a bit screwed up.  Benny arrived, 
but alone as Pat was going out on a girls' hen night.  Tony 
arrived, but not with Toni his regular girlfriend, but with 
Louise, a new one he had been seeing on the side until Toni found 
out the weekend before, and left.  Only Eric and Sam came 
according to plan, apart from the fact that Jim came alone as 
expected.  What a mess!

Around 23:30 we ran out of subjects to discuss and as we were also 
running low on the liquor Brian suggested we went down to the pub 
below.  The owner was a very good friend of his, and even though 
they normally shut at midnight, Brian said he used to be allowed 
to use the poolroom after they had closed.  As long as we had 
enough beer in there when the bar closed, we would be fine.

Brian was right, and at about 1:30 in the morning, we were down to 
only Benny, Tony and Louise, Jim, Brian and myself, as Eric and 
Sam had left early.  Tony and Louise had disappeared in the closed 
bar area while we were playing pool.  I was getting slightly 
drunk, and rather impatient.  I had this idea that Brian had 
invited me with the intention of me staying over, which I had 
rather been looking forward to, but as it got later and later that 
hope diminished.  Instead, I was making a nuisance of myself 
teasing the boys as they were trying to play.  Finally Brian got a 
bit upset, as I had just ruined a good shot for him.

"Jenny, for Christ sake," he said, "stop bothering us.  This is a 
very serious game."

"Oh yeah, and what are you playing for," I wanted to know.

"You," he said with a big smile. 

"Me, like in *Jennifer* me?  What do you mean?"

"Because you have been so naughty, you will now become our main 
prize," he said fishing a cigarette out of his pocket.  When he 
had it lit, he took the whole pack out and offered it to me.

"Here you can have the whole pack," he said with a wicked smile.

Oh my god, I thought to myself, and I had been dreaming about 
returning to his flat with him.

"You see," Brian said to his friends, "I think we should play for 
Jennifer.  For each game, Jenny has to let the winner remove one 
item of clothing.  The winner is the one to remove the last 
piece."

"And what does the winner get?" Benny wanted to know.

"Well, that depends on what Jennifer will let him have," Brian 
said, without letting me have any say on the subject.  Not that I 
minded, I really didn't have any say in this matter, and there was 
no doubt in my mind what I would give them anything they asked.  
This was indeed a question of living out my desires, and 
forgetting my need for cigarettes. 

"Is that really okay with you, Jennifer?" Jim wanted to know.

"Sure why not.  It sure beats watching you guys play pool."  I 
couldn't have rejected the idea, even if I wanted to, and I 
didn't.  The thought was highly arousing.  All of them were fairly 
good looking.  The thought of just being a prize object, and just 
accepting what might be coming was exciting.  I had noticed them 
watching me when they thought I wasn't looking.  I felt flattered.  
I shivered with anticipation.

Benny won the first game.  I merely looked at him as he approached 
me. 

"I want your T-shirt," he said without hesitation.  He obviously 
knew what he wanted.  I just wore a plain T-shirt under a thin 
leather jacket. 

"First the jacket," he said as he helped me remove it. "Then the 
T-shirt."  

I was a bit puzzled as to the sequence.  I had thought the clothes 
would have to go from the outside in.  However, as it were, I was 
happy to get quickly to this stage, as I was really being turned 
on by the idea.  He made a bit of a show out of lifting the T-
shirt high over my head, completely exposing my breasts.  I was 
aware that in the fairly well lit room, our actions in here would 
be very visible to people passing outside, but first of all I 
didn't really care, and secondly, at this time of night, there 
probably weren't very many people passing, not to mention looking 
in.
 
"Now put on the jacket again, but only fasten  the bottom button."  
As I obeyed the instructions I could see what he wanted.  That 
much unbuttoned the jacket would not enable me to hold in my 
breasts, which would keep falling out when I moved.

Jim was staring at my breasts, which were now only half covered by 
the jacket.

"Why don't we invite Jennifer to play with us," he suggested.  "I 
think she would look very pretty playing like that."  I knew he 
wanted me in positions where my breasts would pop out.  I liked 
the idea, but waited until Brian asked me if it was okay.

"Sure it is," I said, "but if I win I can decide what happens!"  
They all agreed to that.

I played without trying to prevent my breasts from showing.  I 
knew they were all staring at me, giving me good advice because 
they wanted me to stay in the game as long as possible.  
Unfortunately I wasn't a very good player, so it wasn't long 
before the next game was finished, this time with Jim being the 
winner.

"Jennifer," he asked hesitantly, not knowing that I couldn't avoid 
doing what he might ask of me, "are you really sure it is okay."

"Jim, not only is it okay, but I am actually enjoying this," I 
answered absolutely truthfully.

"Okay then," he said with a smirk indicating that if I didn't 
mind, he was surely going to get as much out of this as possible. 
He moved over right in front of me, and as he kept looking in my 
eyes, he ran his hands up under my short miniskirt, grabbed my 
panties and pulled them off. I stepped out of them, knowing 
perfectly well that my panties had been visible when I bent over 
to play a ball. 

There was certainly no doubt what had been in Jim's mind, for when 
I got into position to play my next ball, they were all standing 
behind me.  For a brief second I wondered what they must have been 
thinking of me.  It was okay with Brian, who knew (or thought) 
that I did this while not being aware of it, but the others must 
think this was the normal way I behaved.  I was really getting so 
worked up.  When I  had previously gone out without panties, I had 
always merely just thought of positions where I would be this 
exposed, but had never dared get into them.  Now I was, and it 
felt so good letting them all stare at my bum and exposed, 
glistening, wet lips.  I shivered and tried to concentrate on the 
ball,

My attempt at concentration was totally ruined by Tony and Louise 
returning.  I shot the ball badly as I heard Tony gasp as he saw 
me in that position from behind.  I stood up trying to get as 
decent as I could, but not being able to disobey the order of only 
keeping the bottom button done up, there was no way I could 
prevent my breasts from being very exposed.

"What are you guys doing in here," Louise asked surprised, but not 
in a condemning or critical tone of voice.

"Well, we were at bit bored, so we decided to play for Jennifer.  
The winner of each game gets to remove a piece of clothing from 
Jennifer, and whoever removes the last piece, wins her," Brian 
explained, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. 
"Would you like to join the game?"

The question was posed to both of them, but it was obviously the 
reply of Louise that everybody, myself included, was excited to 
hear.  She looked very hesitantly as Tony and then at me.  It 
seemed like she didn't really want to, but on the other hand she 
didn't want to be left out.

"Just what exactly would that involve on my part," she asked 
jokingly, knowing the general answer but wanting it spelled out.

"Why don't we say that you are the prize for the losers. The loser 
of a game will get to remove one piece of clothing, and the one 
removing the last piece, will have won you."

Tony looked quite excited by the idea.

"I play so badly that you can almost be certain that the loser 
will be me," he tried to reassure Louise.

"Ok, I guess if Jennifer can do it, so can I."

I was almost envious of her. Imagine making a decision like this 
when not being under the influence of hypnosis.  That took some 
nerve.

We decided to replay the last round with them in the game.  When 
it was my turn, I again noticed them all moving behind me.  It was 
a strange feeling knowing that Louise was there watching as well, 
but in a funny way that just made it more exciting. 

Suddenly there was a different structure to the game.  When one 
was obviously ahead, there was a fight between the others to do as 
badly as possible.  It was obvious to Louise as well, who seemed 
quite excited by the attention.  It didn't help that Tony was 
something of a bad player, because he wasn't even able to lose on 
purpose.  This round Benny won and Brian lost. 

Benny seemed in doubt whether he wanted me to take off my jacket 
or my skirt.

"Which part would you rather I took off," he asked.

I hadn't thought of that.  I had just been prepared to do as he 
said.  In a way I liked the idea of keeping the jacket on, as that 
would make me appear dressed, but very exposed, which is how I 
really like it.  On the other hand, the thought of not wearing 
anything on top so my breasts were fully exposed was also 
exciting. 

"The jacket I guess," I told him hesitantly.

"Okay, in that case I will have the skirt," he said, with a big 
smile.  He undid the belt and the buttons, pulling it down over my 
bum.  It was a tight squeeze and I had to help him a little.  The 
jacket covered up to about an inch above my pussy.  I could almost 
pretend to still be dressed, but from the looks of the others, I 
knew I was really very exposed.

The loser looked very pleased with himself.  Louise wore a kind of 
dungaree suit with a thin T-shirt.  As with me, Brian just wanted 
her T-shirt.  She pulled the straps of the dungarees down over her 
shoulders, so Brian could lift up the T-shirt.  He stood behind 
her, so her front was unobstructed.  It seemed like everybody was 
holding their breath as Brian lifted the T-shirt up high over her 
head, as he had done with me, so Louise's breasts were fully 
exposed for as long as possible.

Louise was a very special girl.  She had a very boyish look, 
square shoulders and was quite muscular.  She had short, red hair, 
large round eyes, which well applied mascara had made look even 
bigger.  With the clothes she wore it had been quite difficult to 
tell the size or shape of her breasts.  I was quite surprised to 
see that they were smaller than I had expected, but very firm and 
with quite large nipples, which, as we watched grew markedly in 
size.  Brian looked over her shoulder as she put her arms down, 
not wanting to miss the view,  by standing behind her.  I could 
see he had a hard time not touching them, as his hands ran down 
her sides, picking up the straps and putting the top of the 
dungarees back on.  That covered her breasts from anybody looking 
at her from the front, but looking in from the side where I stood, 
I could still see quite a lot, and I knew they would be completely 
bared again when she bent down to play.  I am sorry to say that 
she stole some of the attention from me for a while, but I knew I 
would get it back when it was my turn to play again.

The way this play developed, I was soon battling with Tony for 
first place.  Brian, who really is the best player, had, I 
believe, unintentionally made a mistake, and could see he probably 
would not be able to win, so he was fighting for the last place, 
which the others were as well.  All of a sudden Tony found himself 
in the lead, and I am sure he was already seeing himself as being 
the one to win me, not really thinking about what that would do to 
his relationship with Louise.  At one point, when I bent down to 
shoot, he ran a hand over my bum, getting very close to my pussy.  
I told him that was unfair, as it disrupted my concentration, and 
he was actually quite apologetic.  He just said he couldn't help 
it.  This time, however, I was concentrating on winning.  If I 
lost, I knew the winner would be Tony.  He is all right, but if I 
could choose I would choose Brian any time.

When the others realized I was about to win, they concentrated on 
our play, and the applause was heartfelt when I actually won the 
play.  I had really just played to win so that the game wouldn't 
have a winner to remove my last peace of clothing. I really hadn't 
thought of the promise that I could decide what should happen if I 
won.

Brian stepped over to me. 

"Jennifer, I believe you have the privilege to decide what's to 
happen now," he said, as he took a cigarette from his pack. "I 
guess you don't need these then."

It hit me as a whack in the tummy.  I almost doubled over.  The 
sensation was so strong my legs grew wobbly under me.  I knew it 
was just the effect of the hypnosis, but I felt such a pang of the 
need to be touched.  I didn't care by whom, how, or where. 

"Um," I said as one of my hands, as if by its own will, grabbed my 
breast and started to rub a nipple.  I undid the last button of 
the jacket, and sat on the edge of the pool table facing Tony, who 
was still standing right next to me.  I put an arm around his neck 
and pulled him down to me for a kiss.  My other hand slid down 
between my legs.  My pussy was burning, I just couldn't help it.  

Even thought Tony would not have been my first choice, he was the 
one who was there. I didn't even have time to think about an 
approach that would let it be Brian in front of me. I just pulled 
Tony's face down to my breasts.  He grasped the meaning 
immediately, but hesitated a bit, looking over at Louise.

"For Christ sake Tony," I swore at him,  "it's going to be her 
turn soon.  Now kiss my tits or I'll die. Do you think I am 
totally unaffected by walking around in this state?" 

His mouth found my exploding nipples.  He kissed and squeezed, and 
with the action of my own fingers at the same time, I was getting 
really excited in no time at all.

Now I didn't care if it was Tony, Benny, Jim or Brian, I had to 
have a real live dick inside me.  I quickly unbuttoned his 
trousers and pulled them down.  I wasn't even surprised to see he 
wore no underwear. I was just thankful for something to grab and 
rub against my pussy.  Tony also quickly gave up pretending to be 
concerned with Louise's feelings in this situation.  With no 
hesitation he slowly entered me. I had put a hand behind me on the 
table, distancing myself a bit from him, so everybody could see 
him entering me. 

Jim was quick to take advantage of this and grabbed my left 
breast.  I put my other hand behind me and slowly lowered myself 
down on the green surface.  It was hard, but it wasn't unpleasant.  
Jim was working hard on my nipples, kissing one and squeezing the 
other.  Tony was now taking long deep plunges, almost forcing my 
bum off the raised edge of the table. 

"Tony," I said as I looked up at him, "don't change the angle, 
this is sooo gooood." 

I could feel his mushroom head all the way up the front of my 
vagina wall, really hitting my G-spot at each thrust.  I wrapped 
my legs around him to help stay in that position.  He was working 
hard at it and I could see he was close to coming.  I was still at 
bit away when I felt him withdraw.  I looked up and saw him 
administering the last strokes himself.  I love seeing guys 
masturbate, it is an incredible sight.  A second later I felt his 
warm sperm shooting over my stomach and hitting my right breast.  

Jim was standing back looking at me, obviously not really wanting 
to be hit by Tony's sperm.  I was still in desperate need to come, 
so I just guided him down between my legs, and in no time had he 
dropped his pants and positioned himself between my legs to 
continue.  I was glad Tony hadn't come inside me, because the wet 
sperm always does something to the lubrication, which it takes a 
while to overcome.  Now Jim could continue where Tony had left 
off, and it didn't take long before I yanked my head back, and 
with closed eyes rolled my head from side to side, as a massive 
dick again pounded into me from just the right angle.  I wet the 
fingers of my left hand in Tony sperm, still on my stomach, and 
started rubbing my left nipple, which now needed some continued 
attention after Jim's mouth had left it. 

Jim was speeding up, and I could feel my tension building, and the 
first, still desperately sought after, orgasm approaching.  I felt 
another mouth closing over my right nipple that just added to the 
excitement. The mouth was all over my breast licking off the 
sperm.  Suddenly that appeared odd to me, and I opened my eyes.  I 
gasped when I realized it was Louise.  My hand rose to push her 
away, but she grabbed it and squeezed.  I tried to pull my hand 
back, but stopped when I realized I was getting very aroused by 
the thought, and her mouth was actually doing a very good job.

She looked up at me, as her hand took over, wetting itself in the 
remains of Tony's sperm and her own saliva, and rubbing it into my 
breast while she smiled at me. 

Her face moved close to my ear, "I am not usually one for girl 
sex, but you are just making me so excited," she whispered. 
"please don't stop me."

How could I?  She smelled nice.  A combination of perfume, sperm 
and fresh mint. 

"I couldn't stop you if I wanted to," I whispered back,  "just go 
ahead, I won't stop you."

I had never been very much involved in same sex activities.  I 
didn't know if I really wanted her to go ahead, but I just 
couldn't bring myself to stop her.  I was quickly approaching an 
orgasm.  She was working my nipples hard the way I like it, so 
when her mouth closed over mine, I just closed my eyes again and 
eagerly returned the kiss, playing with her tongue, which was all 
over my own tongue and lips.  She was still holding my hand, but 
now she moved my hand up to her own small breasts.  I ran my hand 
all over her chest, wondering what had happened to her dungaree 
top.  I squeezed her nipples, trying to grab hold of a breast, but 
they were really too small to hold on to, so I just pinched a 
nipple, while I concentrated on Jim and me, as we both appeared to 
be reaching an orgasm simultaneously.  I was bucking up and down, 
gasping for air which Louise's kiss had blocked.  As the first 
wave hit me I looked up at her.  Her head was poised right over 
mine, contorted and rocking.  I turned my head and noticed Benny 
behind her, hands on her hips pounding into her from behind.  Only 
the sturdy pool table had stopped the rocking motions so that I 
hadn't noticed any obvious movement.  As I reached my climax and 
large waves of heat and pleasure hit me, I remember feeling just a 
bit jealous that it wasn't the sight of me, and what she had done 
to me, that had got her in that obviously excited stage. 

"You two seem to be having a good time," Benny commented looking 
mostly at me. 

I saw a look of dissatisfaction on Louise's face as Benny withdrew 
from her. She looked around at him to find out why he had stopped, 
but he just grabbed her shoulders from behind and gently nudged 
her in the direction of the end of the table. She grasped his 
intentions immediately, for she looked at me questioningly. I was 
surprised at my own reaction. I felt myself getting all excited 
again in anticipation. Last time a girl did that to me, I did it 
reluctantly to please the guy I was with, who desperately had 
asked me if I would do it for his sake, but I hadn't particularly 
liked it. Now I went all tingly in the stomach. After the hard 
fucking, I really thought a soft mouth was what I needed, so I 
just replied:

"Yes, please do," in a voice quivering with excitement.

I rested on my elbows so that I could see what was going on. 
Louise was smiling to me with a look on her face which I would 
only have expected between two lovers, but then I realized that 
that was exactly what we were.

She gently forced my knees as far apart as possible. I have always 
found that a very intimate position, making me feel very exposed. 
But now I found it perfectly natural for Louise, and behind her 
Benny, to look at my rather large vaginal lips completely bared, 
as I was totally clean-shaven. Louise bent down and kissed the 
inside of my leg as far up as my knee, and slowly trace a wet 
tongue down the inside of my thigh, only slightly touching my 
lips, before it traveled up the other side. Fortunately it wasn't 
long before it returned to circle slowly around the outside of my 
lips. Benny had once more entered her from behind, and now his 
thrusts were translated into ever so soft wet licks on my small 
lips, and finally a rhythmical manipulation of my clit, at a slow, 
much too slow pace.

"Benny, faster man � is that the best speed you can produce?" I 
managed to groan in frustration. As he picked up the speed it was 
also difficult for Louise to keep the licks light, and soon she 
was licking, poking and sucking, forcing me open with her hands. I 
had to lie down again, but the last image I had before closing my 
eyes, as my head came to a rest on the hard green surface, was 
that of Louise's small breasts actually wobbling faintly with each 
clearly audible thrust, which Benny augmented with hard slaps on 
her buttocks. I guessed she must have liked the light pain, 
because she had her eyes closed and her face contorted, but made 
small yelps and groans indicating pleasure at the same time.

I felt the oncoming orgasm very faintly at first. I had to search 
for it in the multitude of feelings I seemed to experience. I 
arched my back pressing the back of my head against the hard 
surface so it hurt, trying to get my pelvis closer to Louise's 
mouth. Through the corner of my eye I could see both Tony and Jim, 
one on each side of me, staring intensely at me, and the scene in 
general. The thought of all these guys actually watching me being 
worked over by another girl, just brought me closer to the climax, 
which was now approaching rapidly and strongly. Louise was not any 
longer just licking, she seemed to have sucked my clit in between 
her lips and was now rubbing her hard tongue over it with rapid 
movements, so it wasn't just Benny's speed that was determining 
the movement. I couldn't help it, I let out a small scream. I 
grasped my nipples, squeezing them hard and bringing me over the 
top with a loud wail. 

With the contractions of my stomach muscles, I sat up looking at 
Louise, who had let go to allow her the freedom to breathe hard 
for her own oncoming orgasm. She was now almost standing up, 
leaning the front of her legs against side of the table, and 
resting her arms on the table almost at a level with my shoulders. 
I could clearly see her small breasts vibrating with the spasms of 
her orgasm, which, if possible, made her nipples stand out even 
more prominently. When Benny finally shot his load into her, she 
let out a small scream and collapsed on top of me. I put my arms 
around her, pressing her hard nipples against my own breasts, and 
as soon as she had got her wind back, I gave her a long and very 
passionate kiss, which she returned with the same enthusiasm.

"Oh, Jenny, you are so lovely," she said, as she looked at me with 
big, wet eyes. She gave me another kiss, letting her tongue play 
around my lips. I met her tongue with mine and I could feel how 
the kissing was starting to get me excited again. Finally we 
stopped kissing. I don't know what the guys were doing; we were in 
a world of our own; she looked at me with same loving look as 
before.

"Jenny, please," she whispered in my ear, "please do that for me 
as well. I would really love to have that tongue playing with me. 
Please, would you do that for me?"

"Uhmm, yes Louise, I would love to."

I didn't know what was happening to me, but I seemed to be almost 
in love with this girl. With her boyish features, I didn't even 
really think of her as a girl, but then again, I certainly didn't 
think of her as a guy either. It was more like, as if the 
resentment I had felt against girl sex, just wasn't there with 
her.

"Lets swap places," I said as I gently pushed Louise off me. I 
climbed off the table with shaky legs as she took over my 
position. There were big wet splashes of come, juices and sweat on 
the pool table and I was still wondering what the owner of the pub 
would say the next morning, when I thought I saw movement outside 
the window. There really shouldn't have been anybody out there at 
this time of the night. But I was right, there were a couple of 
young boys, no more than 16 � 17 years old, right outside the 
window. They weren't even shy about watching, they just stayed 
there, even though it was obvious that I had seen them. The others 
saw the direction of my stare and looked as well. Brian yelled at 
them through the window,

"Go away you little perverts," but I wasn't sure who were the 
bigger perverts.

"Brian," I said, "leave them be. I don't mind. Let them watch if 
they think that it's fun."

I don't know what went through Brian's head. He knew that the 
hypnosis worked on me, and that I would do anything, or let 
anybody watch, as that just added to my excitement, but what about 
the others? He seemed hesitant until Louse complained,

"Listen, I don't care what they see. Don't stop now and spoil the 
atmosphere," she almost begged.

I looked at her as she lay on the pool table. You could just 
barely see the outline of her tits when she was lying on her back, 
but her nipples were as erect as ever. She had her legs spread 
with her hips on the edge of the table in the same position I had 
been in before. She had a bikini shave, but it was almost 
unnecessary, because her light, red/blonde hair was so thin that 
her lips and pink opening, still leaking a drop of Benny's come, 
and were clearly visible through the few, thin strands of curls.

She gave off the impression of a very vulnerable girl, much 
younger that her real age. I completely forgot about the audience, 
as I stood between her legs, lowered myself over the table and 
gave her another long and hot kiss. I rubbed my slight stubs on my 
shaven pussy against her exposed clitoris, and the sensation made 
her go wild. She was gyrating her hips against mine as she kissed 
back hungrily. When we were out of air, I trailed a kiss down her 
neck to her chest, and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth as 
I fingered the other one. She grabbed my hair and forced my mouth 
hard against the nipple as if she wanted me to hurt it. I tried a 
small bite as I sucked it hard, and was rewarded with a small cry 
of mixed pain and pleasure.

I let go of the nipple and ran a wet tongue further down over her 
stomach. I realized that my rear end was being more and more 
upturned as I moved further down, and thought of the boys outside. 
I turned my head and saw them clearly through the window, closer 
now, obviously aware that we weren't going to chase them away. 
With my large, hanging breasts and exposed pussy, it must have 
been quite a sight for them. A sudden shiver ran through me and I 
felt my knees go wobbly with the excitement of such blatant 
exposure.

As I approached Louise's pussy, she started moaning. I played with 
her, circling around the areas that for so long she was desperate 
for me to touch, so that she finally lifted her head up and looked 
at me with begging eyes. I knew she was desperate to feel my 
tongue on her lips and clit, but I wanted to play a bit more with 
her until frustration and desire were at their maximum. However, 
as I felt a hand on one of my buttocks, I turned to find that 
Brian had finally also stripped off his clothes, and was now right 
behind me. I reached a hand between my legs and grabbed his dick, 
which was poised only inches from my pussy. It was rock hard and 
oozing moisture, which I spread over its head as I rubbed it. 
Being unable to enter me for the moment, instead, Brian slipped a 
hand down my back until it reached my glistening, wet and moist 
pussy. I gasped as he hit my clit and involuntarily I sucked hard 
on Louise's clit, not being able just to play with her, when I was 
experiencing such feelings myself. Louise almost hurt herself as 
she flung her head back on the hard table, arching her back and 
gripping her nipples herself. 

I felt Brian's slippery hand sliding up to my asshole, greasing 
the entrance and then slipping a thumb in while the rest of the 
fingers still worked at my pussy lips. I gasped with pleasure and 
worked harder on Louise's clit and Brian's dick in my hand. 
Finally I couldn't stand it any more and quickly positioned 
Brian's dick just outside my entrance, leaning back against him, 
urging him to enter me. I was immediately rewarded with the 
feeling of his rather large head slowly gliding all the way into 
me and while his thumb still worked around in my asshole, he 
started a slow and deep rhythmical rocking and pumping which very 
quickly turned into hard and urgent thrusting.

I could feel my breasts flying back and forth, and I had a hard 
time concentrating on Louise, who was however, quickly approaching 
orgasm. I could feel her spasms starting, and I was clinging on to 
her legs, both to support myself, and to stay in the right 
position. I had sucked her clit into my mouth really hard so it 
wouldn't slip away from me, and I was working at it with my tongue 
as hard as I could.  Not only did I want to give her the maximum 
pleasure, but because also I was needing more air than I could 
breathe through my nose, I needed her to climax as soon as 
possible, if she had to have it in this position.

Brian must have been inspired by Benny slapping Louise, because he 
had also started to slap my buttocks with his free hand. First 
slightly to test my reaction, but as I didn't complain he 
gradually increased the strength, until I could hardly stand the 
pain. However, I couldn't let go of Louise to tell him to stop, 
and as my orgasm suddenly came with no warning, maybe prompted by 
the extra feeling of pain, I just couldn't stop him. 

Suddenly Louise's climax hit her, throwing me off as she lifted 
her hips all the way off the table in her contortions. I stood 
back a bit, instead concentrating on the rolling thunder exploding 
inside me, all of a sudden finding the slaps were adding to the 
strength of the experience, to such an extend that I couldn't help 
screaming in combined pain and pleasure with each slap. Brian, 
obviously inspired by my lack of resistance to his admonitions, 
increased the strength of his slaps even further, and as I hit my 
climax I could feel a strong zinging sensation, exploding into red 
stabs of pain with each hit. As I collapsed on top of Louise, I 
had only just enough breath left to scream, "No more," to Brian. 
He did stop the slaps, but he hadn't come himself so he continued 
pumping into me, as his thumb still worked my asshole. I was now 
pressed against the edge of the table, leaning on my elbows with 
my bouncing tits slapping against Louise's head. She tried to 
catch a nipple in her mouth, but my rocking motion prevented her 
from holding onto them.

I can normally orgasm several times during love making; but I 
normally prefer to reach a quiet phase between the orgasms, as the 
sensation of double orgasms can be too strong. However, this time 
I had no time to rest as even before the after shocks of the first 
had subsided, the next one was hitting me. I started to shake 
uncontrollably. Louise flung her arms around me and lifted herself 
up to kiss me. I eagerly accepted her mouth all over my face. In 
this position my breasts slapped into her tits with each stroke, 
and I could clearly feel her hard nipples when our breasts briefly 
met. Our mouths finally found each other, and as I exploded in the 
next orgasm, we were locked together in a hard and urgent kiss. 
Just seconds later I heard Brian moan and finally shooting his 
load into me. I collapsed on top of Louise not being able to 
support her weight any longer, but we continued the kiss for a 
long time after that until my orgasm had finally died down. I 
hardly noticed Brian withdrawing, and I hardly had the strength to 
stand up. But finally Louise let go of me, and with a cute smile 
she guided me off her.

I couldn't stand on my legs and would have collapsed if Brian 
hadn't still been behind me to catch me. I stood up against him 
while he held me in his arms, softly caressing a nipple and 
kissing my neck.

"Jenny," he said, "that was one hell of a fuck." The profanity 
seemed totally appropriate. 

"I can't remember ever coming so strongly," I admitted. I don't 
know what had caused it, the effect of the hypnosis, Louise, 
Brian's slaps, the exhibitionism, or just the build-up during the 
preceding hours. 

When I could support myself again, Brian let go of me, and I 
helped Louise off the table. She also seemed like she had a hard 
time standing up, so I put my arms around her, pressing her 
against me. She clung to me, half whispering:

"Jenny, I have never felt like this before. I would love to try 
this again some time, just the two of us. Would you?"

There was no doubt in my mind. It wasn't the sex with a girl, 
which was okay, but which could be administered just as well by a 
guy, who could also give me more that Louise ever could. It was my 
feelings towards Louise. I am not saying I could give up guys, no 
way, but I would just love to be with Louise again. Her face was 
upturned against mine, waiting for an answer with large wet, 
begging eyes.

"Louise, I would love to," I said, with a loving smile, hoping I 
would feel the same when unaffected by the hypnotism. She smiled 
and we let go of each other. I looked for the boys at the window, 
but they were gone. As a matter of fact, so had everybody else, 
apart from Brian. I hadn't even noticed. Brian sneaked up behind 
me and whispered in my ear the trigger words "stub it out". I had 
forgotten all about that, but now realized that of course, this 
hadn't really happened naturally. For a second I felt strange, 
unconnected to the real world. In which world did Louise belong? 
What would Brian think if he knew that Louise and I would like to 
see each other again? According to him, I wasn't supposed to 
remember any of this; how could I then know that I had feelings 
for Louise, and which would allow me to be with her? I shook my 
head, and decided to worry about that some other time.

The three of us got dressed. Louise found Tony sleeping on a couch 
in the bar area. We had some trouble waking him, but finally we 
could leave and lock up after us.

"Jenny," Brian asked, after we had parted from Tony and Louise, 
(did I feel a sting of jealousy seeing those two go off together?) 
"would you like to stay over at my flat. It is quite late now," he 
said, kind of uncertainly. I am sure he was wondering what my 
state of mind was. Theoretically, I should just be able to 
remember that we had been at the pub playing pool and drinking. 
But I still liked Brian, and had we not had the experience we had 
just had, I would definitely have gone with him. As it was now I 
had had quite enough of sex for an evening, but felt I had to stay 
in the role.

"Sure, Brian. I would love to," I said with a smile.

It was a strange feeling getting undressed in front of him. It 
wasn't as if he hadn't already seen everything worth watching. But 
I knew the other times had been in another world; now I undressed 
voluntarily. He was aware of that as well. He knew he saw Jenny 
undressing in front of him willingly. He got all shy when I looked 
at him undressing. He dick was still semi swollen from the earlier 
action, and he must have thought that I was looking at it, 
wondering how it got like that. Soon, however, we were on the bed 
together. He seemed uncertain, but I finally pulled his head down 
for a kiss. He seemed reluctant, as if he was afraid of my 
reactions, but as I didn't react negatively to his hand finally 
cupping my breast, I guess he realized that I was just as willing 
even when not under the influence of the hypnosis.

I guess we were both tired. The sex wasn't very good, but that 
didn't matter. We tried again next morning after breakfast. It was 
better, but it was not the Brian in command I was experiencing. It 
was an uncertain Brian with a lack of self-confidence. It was 
frustrating. I could have done with a bit more experimentation 
with the pain. I could still feel my buttocks where he had slapped 
them last night, and was quite willing to explore that path 
further. But in all honesty I found sex with this Brian boring. 

I left shortly after lunch. The first time we had duty together 
wasn't until the next Wednesday; it was a bit awkward. We smiled 
and laughed, but Brian seemed very insecure. I was confused. I 
could do with him using the trigger words again, because I was in 
need of a good fuck, as my lack of cigarettes still needed to be 
controlled. But he didn't make any attempt. And the Brian without 
the trigger words was hopeless for my use. 

It didn't improve over the week, and I was left to play with 
myself. I was thinking a lot about Louise, but couldn't seem to 
pick up the courage to call.  The following weekend however, she 
took the initiative and we met but that is the beginning of 
another story, which doesn't really belong in this one.

What does belong however, is the fact that on the following 
Tuesday, I was surprised to see Brian without his usual 
cigarettes. I asked him, but he just mumbled something about 
having decided to quit as well, but I couldn't get more out of 
him. I did however, have a suspicion, and a wicked thought entered 
my frustrated mind.

We were due in the operating theatre, but on the way I managed to 
borrow a packet of cigarettes from a nurse. She didn't even 
register the fact that I wasn't supposed to be smoking any more. 
The stress of a hospital does that to you. We changed into our 
scrubs. I had started to wear smaller, more sexy underwear, but 
that didn't even register with Brian. Fortunately it was a short 
and easy operation, because I was shaking and couldn't keep my 
mind on the work at hand.

Afterwards, in the changing room I managed to lock the door behind 
us without Brian noticing. I slipped off the scrubs and turned to 
him. He was down to his boxer shorts. He was looking at my lacy 
see though bra, but was making no advances. Now or never, I 
thought, as I dug into the pocket of my white doctor's dress 
hanging on the wall, and produced the borrowed pack of cigarettes. 

"Are you sure you don't want a cigarette, Brian?" Did I detect a 
hesitation and a confused expression? I certainly believed I saw a 
movement in the boxer shorts. But he didn't reply.

"You can take the whole pack," I tried. I put the pack on the 
table, observing him closely. Did I see a faint look in his eyes? 
I don't know, but my nipples were growing obviously hard, and he 
was staring at them in a way he hadn't done all last week. I 
grabbed the bra behind my back and undid the hook. Staring at him 
to gage his reaction, I slipped the bra off my shoulders. My 
nipples exploded. His breath was coming in short gulps. 

"I think you should take off your shorts," I said testingly, but I 
needed not have worried. He immediately slipped his shorts down 
and kicked them off, just standing there as if it were a natural 
thing. I picked up the cigarettes again.

"I can guess you don't need these any more," I said now with more 
authority. It worked. His dick literally jumped up to a rock hard, 
blue headed state in about five seconds. He groaned and grabbed it 
and starting to stroke himself. I quickly dropped my panties and 
went over to help him. I knew that at least for a while I could 
have back the 'old' Brian, and I was going to enjoy it as much as 
possible.

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This story is one of a series of stories published to www.asstr.org/~doalfer. 
She invites you to also read the other ones, preferably in the order in which 
they are published (the order in which they are listed on the site).

Comments are very welcome. Jennifer Doalfer - [email protected]