Jessica was a tall woman, twenty at the time,
long black hair, and big brown eyes. She was a thin,
with very large breasts. When she found out that I
knew a little hypnosis from my karate lessons, she was
a little curious and asked me to put her under one day.
We've been seeing each other about a month, and at that
time I didn't realize how erotic hypnosis was. I put
her under in the standard "staircase going down" method,
and in fifteen minutes she was under.
That first session I didn't do to much. I
just put her under, reran a movie she liked in her
mind, made her forget the number four, and gave her a
post hypnotic suggestion to go back under again on the
nonsense word "densac." She came out of it feeling
relaxed and happy.
Later, that night, we were alone in my apartment.
Just to see what would happen I said densac. She turned
to me, slowly.
"What?" she said.
"Densac." I repeated.
She just stared at me. I said it again, and with
her eyes still staring at me, she slumped into the chair.
"Jessie?" I asked.
A long pause. "Yes." she finally said.
"How are you feeling?" I wasn't sure what was
happening, I really didn't expect the post hypnotic
command to work, but there she was: staring at me,
barely blinking, blank expression on her face.
Finally she spoke, very slowly, almost slurring
her words.
"I feel a relaxed, like I'm floating."
"Close your eyes," she did, "what do you see?"
"Nothing."
I told her to count down and go deeper into it. As
she did her speech got more slurry, and she slumped deeper
into the chair. Before long, she couldn't even speak out
the numbers aloud. I told her to stop, and asked her how
she felt.
"Very relaxed," I could barely hear her, "like
I'm really high."
"How do you feel?"
"Being high makes me horny."
That's when the it hit me. I couldn't resist
what I was about to do.
"When you come out of your trance, you will feel
normal, relaxed and happy. You will not remember going
under or anything that happened, but you will carry out
this command.
"When I touch your face lightly, it will trigger
you getting aroused. You will try to hide it and ignore
it, but the more you resist, the stronger it gets. You
will touch and expose yourself without realizing it. In
the course of twenty minutes, you will be so horny you
will lose control of all your inhibitions. But no matter
what you do, you can not orgasm until I tell you to.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes," she barely whispered.
I brought her out of it, and she seemed normal.
We settled to watch TV. I went to get something to drink
and as I passed by her, I brushed her cheek. Her eyes
widened, her mouth opened, her back arched and a low moan
slid out her throat. She settled down and looked at me.
Her eyes as wide as a deer caught in headlights.
"Something wrong?" I asked.
"No," she said, "nothing."
But something was happening. She shifted her body
on the couch so she was lying on it. As she did this, she
brushed her hand over her nipples. She got comfortable,
and continued to watch TV.
Her left hand was unconsciously rubbing her
nipple through her blouse. I sat beside her and watched
as she began rubbing her legs together. One of her hand
slid down her shirt and rested between her legs. Slowly,
very slowly it started moving up and down. Her legs opened
up just little, and her hand started to move faster against
her crotch.
"You want something?" I asked.
"No," she smiled at me, and I turned away. By my
peripheral vision, I saw her staring at my crotch. By now
I was very hard and even I had a difficult time pretending
I wasn't aroused. The air was heavy with sex. Without
knowing it, she slipped her hand inside her blouse. She
shifted her weight, sliding down the couch and letting her
skirt slip up to expose her long legs. Her white panties
were showing, and her hand was making small circles on it.
I pretended not to notice.
"Will you get me something to drink," she asked,
"I'm getting fucking thirsty." The only times Jessie would
swear was either in anger, or in the middle of sex:
Hardly ever in casual conversation, and she wasn't angry now.
"Sure, what do you want?"
"Shit, anything wet," she said.
I got up and got a cola. I could hear her moving
and moaning as I was in the kitchen. When I got back, her
blouse was open and her bra was undone. Her breasts were
almost fully exposed. I could see how hard her nipples were
underneath the bra. The other nipple was peeking out over
her bra.
"Are you alright?" I asked.
"Yes, why?"
"You are, well, disheveled. Your breasts are
exposed...not that I mind, but..."
"Oh Fuck, sorry," she said, making a half-hearted
attempt to cover herself by pulling her blouse over her
breasts, "All I was doing was shifting positions and well,
my fucking tits fell out." I couldn't believe the way
she was talking. It made me so hard, I couldn't walk. I
stood in front of her and handed her the soda.
"Is this soda ok?" I asked, trying to stay
nonchalant. I really couldn't. She stopped adjusting
herself to grab the soda and saw my bulge right in front
of her. As one hand reached for the can, the other hand
slowly reached down to her crotch. This was the ultimate
tease for both of us. It felt like any minute now either
one of us was going to explode. It became a game of
whomever did loses.
"Yes," she said, grabbed the cold can and ran it
across her forehead. As I sat down, she rubbed the can
against her exposed nipple without realizing it. Her
other hand was rubbing her pussy through her panties.
I could see how wet she was. The sight of her watching
the TV with her legs wide open her hand on her pussy
and rubbing her nipples with the cold soda can almost
made me cum.
Some time went by while we watched the tube.
During that time, she got more aroused. She had removed
her shoes, her pantyhose, and her blouse. Her skirt,
panties, was all that she was wearing. Her bra was
hanging on to her breasts for dear life. Throughout
the whole time, she pulled on her nipples, rubbed her
clit through her panties, and moaned like crazy. Most
of the time she stared at the TV, but I sometimes caught
her looking at me, her tongue licking her lips, her
eyes almost blank.
I wanted to know what was going on in her mind.
"Are you horny or something?" I asked with a smile.
She stopped, closed her legs, covered her breasts
and looked at me.
"Fuck, no," she said, breathing very heavily,
"what the fuck gave you that idea?"
"You were playing with yourself."
"No I wasn't," she said as her hand slipped
between her legs again.
"Your doing it now."
She started to writhe on the couch. She opened
her legs wide, her hand under her panties.
"No, I'm not..." she almost couldn't get the
words out of her mouth, she then let out a low moan,
and continued "...I'm just...uncomfortable."
She crossed her legs, with her hand still rubbing her
clit.
I couldn't help it myself: I started rubbing
my cock through my pants.
"And..." she said, hardly able to speak she was
breathing so heavily, "what the fuck... are you...
fucking doing?"
I looked straight into her eyes.
"Stroking my hard cock, what the fuck are you
doing, Jessie?"
"I'm just...Oh fuck!...I need...I'm really
fucking hot..." and she lost it. She removed her panties
and stood up. The last of her clothes slipped right off.
Completely naked, she walked over to me. Her long black
hair was tussled all over and her breasts heaving. She
never removed her hand from her pussy. She stared
straight at me and without a word, tugged at my pants,
pulling them off.
"You did this to me," she said as she pulled at
my pants, "You fucked me up. Didn't you? I have never
been so fucking wet and fucking horny in my life! Your
dick better be up to the fucking it's about to receive!"
She almost jumped on top of me, held me down
and with one hand slid my shaft inside her. She was so
wet, I felt her juices on the inside of her thigh before
I entered her. When I slid in, her lips clamped around
my cock and held tight. She bounced hard on it and
screamed with every stroke. I couldn't hold it for much
longer. The sight of this beautiful woman in a full sexual
frenzy was just too much. However, I didn't want to cum
alone.
"Cum now." I commanded.
She looked at me, as if I startled her, then
slowly eyes rolled up into her head, her mouth opened up
into a silent scream, and she threw her head back. Her
body slammed down on my cock as she arched her back.
I came. Hard and long, deep within her. I kept cumming
and shooting over and over inside her tight pussy. She
convulsed on top of me. She screamed with every
convulsion, and every convulsion an orgasm. She finally
collapsed on top of me.
After we caught our breaths, she stood up smiling.
"That was fantastic," she said, "was I under
the whole time?"
"It was a post-hypnotic command. I really didn't
think it would work."
She paused. Then with a big smile on her face,
she said, "When do you think you're going to put yourself
under again?"
I smiled back. "Why?"
"Because payback's a bitch."
And that is for another story...