It was a hot, sticky, humid day. Not much
to do in Virginia on that day except stand in front
of something cool. Which is what she was doing at
that time.
Jessica was in shorts and a tee shirt,
barefoot, standing in front of a fan. Her black hair
was dangling down her shoulders and her the sweat
glistened off her body like crystals. She looked at
me sleepily, the heat making her tired. As usual, she
looked completely sexy in a very non-sexual situation.
It was something she did extremely well.
"Can't you do something to cool me off?" she said.
"What? You want another fan on you?"
"No, I mean that hypnosis stuff. Can't you make
me not feel the heat as badly or something?"
As I said, she was extremely good at making a
completely non-sexual situation very arousing.
"Well," I said, my mind racing, "I don't know.
Let's try."
"And please, nothing sexual. It's to hot."
We've been doing sexual hypnosis now for a while,
so she should've known by now that is pretty much the only
reason why one (or both) of us would go under now. I think
the heat got to her.
I put her under quickly enough, and told her to
think of ice, snow, and cold drinks whenever she felt warm.
I was going to bring her out of it, I really was, but
I couldn't help it. The sight of her, wearing as little
as she was, relaxed and waiting at my slightest command was
to much for me. I left a post hypnotic command that when I
kissed her, she would have an orgasm. She would continue
to have them every few minutes or so until I gave her the
trigger command to stop.
She came out of it, and the cooling off seemed to
work a bit. She said she felt cooler but really thirsty.
She went to the fridge, got something to drink and turned
to me. Impulsively, she kissed me lightly on the lips.
She had taken two steps when it hit her. She
reached out, grabbed me and kissed me hard. She held me
tightly, shook and moaned loudly as we kissed. Her hands
ran over me, and then dug deeply into my back.
She pulled away. "Damn! I love to kiss you,"
she panted.
Just then the phone rang. Jessica, full of energy,
answered it.
"Hello. Hi Mom!"
She started talking to her mom. I tried, I really
did try to take the command off her, but within five minutes
it happened:
"Yeah," she was saying, "well...I..." she trailed
off. She squeezed her knees together, breathed deeply, and
sighed. "No, Mom, nothing's wrong. Frank there almost spilled something on me." Her body shook hard, and she held her
breath. She then looked at me, her eyes wide, full of
passion and accusations. I looked back at her innocently.
She calmed down, and took in a deep breath.
"Look Mom," she continued, "I've got to go.....No, I am
fine...yes, yes. Ok bye."
She hung up. There was a pause.
"I thought I said nothing sexual," she finally said.
"Well," I said sheepishly, "Sorry. I couldn't resist."
"You know..." she began, almost angrily, then stopped.
Her body stiffened, and her eyes rolled up. "Oh, fuck," she
mumbled, as her hand slid down her pants. She fell back
into her chair, and orgasmed hard. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." she whispered. Her whole body convulsed, then she settled down
and stared at me.
"Remove the command," she ordered. She was angry.
"I'm sorry, Jess. I didn't know your mother would
call."
"That is not the point! It's just that it is to
hot, and I asked you not to....." she trailed off. She was
cumming again, but was trying to hide it. "....uhm, do
anything fucking like this. And...you...uhhh...did...it
...anyway." She squeezed her tight body, trying to stem the
waves of pleasure that was coursing through her. She was
hugging herself, her hands over her breasts, squeezing them
hard.
"You're cumming again." I told her.
"No fucking shit!!!" she yelled, and then screamed
in released pleasure. She paused, caught her breath again,
and settled down. Her shirt was a sweaty mess, but her nipples
were very erect.
"Make me stop," she said quietly, panting.
"Ok, I'm sorry." I started to give the trigger to
cancel the command when the phone rang again.
"Oh, fuck," she said, "just fucking answer it."
I picked up the phone and said hello. The person on
the other end said something. I was about to reply when Jessica grabbed me from behind. She was naked and tugging at my pants,
undoing them as quickly as she could.
"Fuck me! Fuck me now! I'm about to cum again...."
she was saying. Loud enough for the person on the other end
of the phone to stop talking. "If you're going to make me
cum so fucking much you could at least have the decency to
fuck me hard all the way the fuck through it."
She pulled down my pants, my cock already hard.
She stroked me as she pulled me down to the kitchen floor.
The receiver fell somewhere behind us. Caught up in her
passion, I entered her and pounded hard into her pussy. She
was already orgasming before I entered her, and as I was
fucking her she kept cumming over and over.
While we fucked, I realized she was still a little
angry. "How fucking dare you fucking do this to me," she
panted, "I am so fucking pissed....oh fuck....at you that I
am going to fucking....fucking...beat...beat up...beat your
fucking ass....oh fuck...oh fuck...just as soon as you fucking...fucking...finish giving....fucking me a good fuck."
"In that case," I replied, "I'm not going to stop."
"You...better...fucking...not......" she choked back
her next words. She bucked, convulsed and threw her head back.
I pulled out and came hard all over.
"You...stopped...." she said between pants.
"I couldn't hold back," I replied, "you were really
enjoying yourself."
"Well, before I start to 'enjoy myself' again, could
you....fuck......." she shook again. "Fucking stop it.
Please fucking st-st-stop it....."
I watched her moan and throw herself on the floor in
wild pleasure. The orgasm finally subsided and she calmed down.
I applied the trigger, and she sat up.
"You," she said, "are an asshole."
"But you had a good time, didn't you?"
She looked at me and smiled. "You're lucky I'm to
tired and hot to hit you." She pointed, "The phone is off
the hook."
"You didn't give me time to hang it up."
"You mean that..." it dawned on her that whoever
called heard everything we did, "who WAS that?"
"Just some guy selling windows," I said, hanging up
the phone.
"Oh, shit. Well. That was his best call of the day,"
she paused again, "I can't believe I had an orgasm while
talking to my mother."
"She probably had no idea what was happening to you."
Jessica laughed. "She probably thought I was sick or
or something, with all that panting. Anyway, I'm sure I'll
hear about it the next time I talk to her...."
Well, apparently, her mother didn't suspect anything
unusual about that call because Jess said her mother never
brought it up. However, about a week later, we did received
a package from her mom filled with instant chicken soup. And
we didn't think that it was to cool us off on a hot, humid day
in Virginia.....