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The Highway Hypnotist - Part 5 (MF, mc, hyp)
by Anonymous NixPixer (c) 1993
*
Rose and I moved in different orbits for most of the next day, I with
technical stuff, she with board functions, brunch, etc. I caught one
glimpse of her entering a conference room in a trim, prim suit, and all I
could think about were her labia, pink and glistening as I'd seen then the
previous night, encased now in the fabrics of the working world. My own
thoughts were unsettled, almost furtive, the way they'd continually dart
back to what for me had been an unprecedented sexual escapade! Who'd have
thought my hidden hypnosis "fetish," nurtured in masturbatory moments alone
over the years and years since those childhood incidents, would have burst
forth with such ripe, tender fruit? What would Mother have thought?
I certainly seemed to project enough confidence to sway a mature person,
albeit a friend who wanted to experiment, to the edge of daring and far
beyond!
Finally I heard her enter her room next door late in the afternoon. There
were other voices present and I tuned the sound out, while remembering the
other, late-night sounds I had last heard through that wall. Now there was
good humor, and even a high feminine laugh, not Rose's, I was sure!
Then, after a quiet time, the phone rang.
"Hi, it's Rose."
Her new friend Maggie had spirited her away from the last tiresome tea of
the afternoon, it seemed, over to a fashion mall. They had gotten a little
"silly," it seemed... "but you'll see for yourself, if you'll come swimming
again tonight," she said. A pause, and her voice dropped to a more serious
timbre.
"John," I've got something to ask you, it's a little embarrassing..." then
I hear her cover the phone, and in a moment her door opens and closes. "I
couldn't just talk about it with Maggie here... she said... she wanted me
to ask you... it's hard, John! Listen, you know the driving yesterday,
and... well, did... something happen?"
Damn that Maggie! She'd gotten to be more than a nuisance all of a sudden!
"She said she wanted to try that hypnotism too, because... because it was
good for... for... bedroom things... and she said that I showed her... was
I... damn, it's hard... was I acting weird last night?" she finally blurted
out with extreme difficulty. "I said I was just swimming around, a-and she
said 'I'd like to swim around like that too,' and gave me this look..."
"Did she go?"
"Yes. I didn't drink that much at dinner, I know I wasn't even tipsy!"
"Now listen carefully, the only thing I noticed was you singing that song,
you know... Twinkle twinkle? That's all I heard, you remember? Wait a
minute, just listen," I insisted and the line was quiet, as I whistled
"Twinkle twinkle" to her over the phone.
"I did?" her voice was small.
"Yes, you did, you sang "Twinkle twinkle in my eyes...remember? try it
now."
Her voice came back.
"Twinkle, twinkle in my eyes, / Close them and I'm hypnotized / Listen to
the voice so deep, / Now I'm - I'm drifting off to sleep, / Twinkle,
twinkle... twink..."
She never made it to the last line.
"Try it again," I urged gently, and there it came back over the line:
"Twinkle, twinkle in my eyes, / Close them annnd..."
"Again," I said now, flatly.
"Twin...." and then silence. I pictured her, just next door, perhaps
swaying on her feet, her eyelids drooping down onto her lovely cheekbones,
the phone still reflexively held up to her ear (I hoped!)
"Hang up and come right to my room now," I instructed.
The phone clicked, and in a moment I heard her hall door again. I opened my
own door, and there she stood... eyes closed, dressed in just a slip, and
bare-breasted!
Hurriedly I told her to enter and she drifted with the care of a
sleepwalker past my arm as anxiously I reassured myself that there had been
nobody there to see her, barefoot and bare-breasted at my door!
I obviously had a lot to learn about discretion, I could have just opened
our connecting door, but I hadn't thought it through!
At any rate my control was strong enough to flood out her conscious
nervousness, because here she was, arms at her sides, breasts swaying
sensuously as she continued walking towards... right towards the bureau!
Before I could halt her her leg bumped into the furniture and this brought
her to a lurching halt. In the full- length mirror I saw, as I hurried to
her side, muttering as many "deeper and deeper" suggestions as I could,
that her face looked pale.
What was going on, was she ill or faint?
"Rose, are you all right? Do you feel well?"
"It feels wonderful," the lips barely moved, the bosom rose and fell, her
eyelids looked almost purple against the odd pallor of her face.
"Sit down in this nice comfy chair," I instructed, "sink way, way down and
be so comfortable that you are just calm and relaxed alll over." With a
sigh her nearly nude form was deposited in the chair.
"Now Rose, although you are very deep now, you can speak as if you were
awake, do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand," she said with a smile! I breathed an inward sigh of
relief, I had thought she was ill, but her color seemed to be returning to
her cheeks.
"Something was troubling you?"
"Yes, it was Maggie," she responded.
"Go on."
"Yes, she had taken me to this store to get a bathing suit... you know, a
kind of... almost bare kind of suit..."
"I know exactly what you mean," I answered, smiling down at her, straying
another glance to her breasts, which she displayed openly and without any
embarrassment. They really were lovely, slightly flattened by gravity, with
wide brown nipples and large aureola... but listen to her words, dummy! I
told myself angrily... there's plenty of time to glom her body! "Did she
disturb you?"
"Yes, she did. We were talking about how suits turn men on, and she said
that they turned on some ladies too. I knew she meant herself, because she
was giving me these googly-eyed glances when I tried them on... but all she
talked about besides that was hypnotism."
"Yes. Be sure you are very deep, so we can talk very freely."
"Yes, John," she droned calmly, "I am very deeply hypnotized right now...
it feels good to be able to talk honestly to you and not be embarrassed."
My dick hardened noticeably, and again, I gave myself a stern talking-to.
She went on to say that her companion had referred more than once to what
she implied was Rose's wantonness, and said she thought that meant that
Rose might like to be a little, shall we say, "experimental" with others.
"...And how did that make you feel?"
"Not good."
"Why? Be explicit as you can."
"Yes. I am not a whore or a pervert!" she said, with some heat, and I
noticed a rouge flush highlighting her cheeks. "I-I'm just a sort of
stick-in-the-mud, I guess, but no!" she exclaimed, "You know how we have
gotten into this... this oh, John, it's a lovely thing, but I'm nervous!"
I played it very clinically. "Go on."
"Yes, driving is such fun now, and I'm going to be grateful forever for
your help, but I'm worried... don't want to feel guilty, and I love Jerome,
and I love you too!" Her face had now gained just a little animation,
although she was expressing real anxiety.
"When you are awake, Rose," I said gazing at her loveliness, "do you feel
you have even a tiny conscious hint that now I am your sexual master?"
Her bosom jiggled enticingly as her breathing caught. "N-n-noo... I'm not
aware of that... I must be sure..."
"Why, Rose? Do you want very deeply to continue to submit yourself to my
complete sexual control?" I stood closer, and her eyes followed me.
"Yes," she said, "yes, oh God, I do things... things I never dream about...
or things that I do dream about...sexy things..."
"Of course you do, Rose, and remember, it's only while I have you
hypnotized that you have consented to let me control you. You wanted to
fall deeply into my hypnotic power in the car, you don't remember it
consciously and you never will, but you can tell me about it, what did you
do?"
"I fell into a trance... I fell and fell and fell..."
"Look at my hands, Rosie." I held the palms up towards her face and she
smiled.
"Yes, they're beautiful hands... strong... I like to watch you move them
around, and just when they're resting too."
"Now my hands are cupped together, Rosie," I intone, "and as I slowwwly
draw them apart, look at this huge, deep-green emerald crystal I'm
holding... it sparkles very brightly it might make you squint a bit...
annnd there it is resting heavily in my hand."
Her eyes widen in surprise, then blink a bit and she turns her head a
little. "That's beautiful, it's like magic!" she says.
"Yes it's magic, but it's real too, very heavy and real as I'll let you
hold it now if you like..."
"May I?" and she reaches up toward my hand. "Oops!" as she dropped her hand
and caught at the "gem". "Sorry... ahhh!" she said, holding it closer and
peering at it.
I now "took it back," and said, "Now, very easily and totally naturally,
I'll just fasten it right up here above your head, Rosie, just up there in
the air, and in a moment I'll have you look very deeply into it. There it's
hanging right up here now."
She nodded, her eyes upturned and blinking quickly at the imaginary
"glare."
"Now I'll make it dimmer and its color go very very deep deep green, a very
deep deep green, is that better?" She nodded again.
"When I let it spin slowly you'll be absolutely fascinated by the deep,
dark sparkles that are lovely to watch. Here it goes now."
"Ohh..." she breathed, and tilted her head back to watch the "show."
"Now in the car you felt you had to do things, yesterday."
She nodded.
"The gem lets you speak. Tell me what you did and how you felt."
"I touched your hand, I stroked it," she murmured. "Your hands... I
imagined you were caressing me."
"Continue. As you speak you won't even notice my commands but you'll obey
them willingly. Continue, and tell me what you like best about going into
trance."
"I couldn't believe how good I feel! I mean, I just feel like I'm letting
go, that I just have no choice, and I love having no choice... it's like a
warm bath or something, and I just...."
As she talked, I whispered now: "And you may want to play very lightly and
delicately with your breasts now." And without seeming to notice, her eyes
still fixed on her "emerald," Rose raised first one hand, and soon the
other, up steadily and surely, and touched herself. Her fingers were soon
swirling round her mounds as they lay heavy and slightly flattened by their
softness on her ribs.
"Then later I touched your penis. I was thrilled and a little scared that I
was doing that in public, but it was so impossible to stop! It was
impossible to say no and stop, I felt so special and tender, and I just
sliddd my fingersss arounnndd and arounnndd..."
Her voice remained level, but her hands pressed now and again against her
nipple areas pressing her heavy tits even flatter, then she might lightly
lift one mammary, slide out from its underside, pause briefly and begin the
digital flutterings over again.
"I know how turned on you are when I touched it," she murmured, because it
got so very hard, and my fingers were very sensitive... that's the other
thing about it... " her eyes wider open and more glassy now as she blinked
slowly, almost at regular intervals up at her "target." "The other thing...
sometimes I thought I felt very sleepy, but I knew I wasn't asleep..."
"The gem is spinning a little faster, just a little faster," I interjected,
still in a whisper. "Deep deep green green..."
Her breasts rose into her hands as she sighed and settled back. I watched
her hips under the cream-colored simple slip, and thought I detected a tiny
motion there.
"...But I get so... so, ummm... it's like electricity or something, I get
so sensitive, like my fingers on your penis could feel way inside it, way
up inside you, John... And... when... you came... I never like that, you
know... to taste it... before..."
Her mesmerized litany had now raised me to full rampancy again, my stalk
jutted out pointing at my subject as I stepped out of my trousers.
"...And you said it was delicious, and then I really thought it would
be...I thought how good it would taste, and I wasn't scared to... to drink
it even, and then it was all hot in my hands, and I watched it come out and
out and out..."
Her fingers still circled and her palms still pressed against her soft
hillocks, but I perceived definite wrinkles and puckers in her aureola. Her
hips were sliding back and forth gently across the seat cushion too, but
her eyes still blinked upwards languidly...
This sight gave me a fiery pang, clear down to the root of my penis, buried
back in my groin. It ached!
"And as you talk about the pool, let the gem pull you to your feet, it
stays right there before you," I whispered, and immediately she hoisted her
body, with some difficulty, up out of her chair. Her voice didn't stop
though, her face was now turned up towards the ceiling. I saw her throw her
shoulders back, and the breasts were consequently pushed out and up. The
hands circling, pressing, their fingers now brushing directly over the
nipple area, their surrounds bulging a bit, and wrinkled and creased.
"In the pool, the pool, oh God..." she breathed heavily... "Oh, Johnny, the
pooollll... I came so hard, never stopped, felt it would go on and on...
ohhh, I didn't even think... I didn't have to think, you were keeping me
safe, Johnny, oh, I loved you so much, and then..."
I had put a soft bath towel on her chair, now I moved very close to her
voluptuousness, her soft, tender curved belly, and her fleshy but firm
buttocks exposed as I simply slid her slip and panties right down her legs.
I whispered that she could sit again, and that nothing mattered but her own
pleasure and release.
She was into it for good now! "... And then I drank your cream, ohhh, it
was like thick thick tangy honey I felt so sleepy, your juice made me go to
sleep, and then I dreamed it all over again!" Her eyes were almost closed
now, but I still saw her moist pupils under her sagging lashes, and her
nostrils were flared as I knelt in front of her chair.
Now I whispered that the gem was beginning to pulse and glow in mid-air.
"Yes, right in time with your own heightening, Rosie," I whispered,
"Growinggg... and relaxing. Growing.... and relaxing, as you let yourself
grow and relax too.
"...And I was floating and the water ran all over me, alll over me, and I
felt so alive..." she was babbling on, and now I saw her fingers stiffen
out from her palms and she brushed their fans over and over the nipples,
making them flip rapidly in their erectile state. "....right up, up between
my legs..."
And indeed between her own legs now my gaze was drawn inexorably. Her tummy
wrinkled and folded as her abdominals became involved, pulling as it seemed
inwards and upwards. There was her pubic hair, and right below it... right
there below...
The patch of hair extended right down past her labia, right down and past
the puffy outer labia, which were still closed, there was so much flesh to
them that her dark curly hairs were still dry, and the flesh of the labia
still closed over her treasure. But her legs were still together.
I stopped her chanting now, stood up and bade her just listen. "And my
hands want to touch and arouse you more and more, Rosie," I said. "Now,
look at my hands. Open your eyes and watch my powerful hands. Good, watch
as I fold them over this pulsing jewel...closing and folding it in, watch
every tendon and pad of flesh on my strong fingers, my strong strong hands,
Rosie."
Her eyes appeared almost in religious ecstasy as she "watched" me close my
hands. "And I take all the power, all the throbbing power in the gem as
well now, Rosie," I chant, and now I suddenly flatten my palms together,
and I hear her gasp. "The gem is gone and my hands hold all the power,
look!"
Her lips part as she stares at my outstretched palms. I flex my fingers and
her breath is louder now, she's almost cowering back, pressing into the
chair, and her hands are pressing into her bosom, her tits are squashed a
little against her chest, she is into the "hunted animal at bay" thing,
apparently! The whites stands out all around her bulging eyes.
"Now, drop your arms away from your hot, heavy breasts!" I say sternly, and
down they flop, lying alongside her thighs that are clenched up and tense.
Her breath is very rapid now, rapid and shallow. "You've wanted to feel my
full power, Rose, and now you'll hear yourself ask for my hands to control
you. You've wanted to, you're thinking about it now, think about it more
and more... Maggie and Dan want to feel the hands too, and now speak!"
Her trapped gaze follows the path of my hands as I kneel again, and bring
them closer and closer to her thighs and knees.
"Oh... oh... oh..." comes the panting response, and her hips lift slightly
off the towel as she says: "Part my legs now, please! M- make them come
ap-apart... make them open, please..."
Another surge of her hips as I rest a palm on each knee, and slowly draw
the thighs, drawing them bit by bit wider and wider, watching her genitalia
as I do so. Her eyes have closed and her head rests back on the chair, her
shoulders shiver and now those fat lips in their nest of hair are being
pulled too, pulled apart like the first kiss onto sealed lips that are now
only slightly stuck... now only held together by a narrow seal, now coming
apart; pushed apart as well, because when the seal breaks, her moist, dark
inner petals are immediately glistening in full flower! Without the puffy
thickness of the majora, these would, I was sure, have protruded and
extended well out from her pussy, succulent and fragrant and oh, so
tempting!
She's whispering "Yes, yes, yes..." hips lifting more as my palms slide
right up to her pelvis, right up the quivering flesh of her full, luscious
thighs, pulling her forward, she assists me, sliding her buttocks toward me
as the thighs spread ever wider, the knees dropping open, falling apart...
And then I stand suddenly, raising my hands to her sweat- bedewed face, my
cock stuck up thickly and firmly, pulsing with its own desire! and her eyes
are still wide and glazed, her fingers, stuck alongside her hips are
clenching, scratching the flesh they can reach, the flesh of her hips.
"And now," I say passing my hands before her as a magician weaving a spell,
"now you feel completely open to my penetrating power, you are an empty
vessel, you are a hungering emptiness, a hollow, slick, wet vessel that
only yearns to be penetrated, penetrated and filled to your very center."
Her breaths through her nose are short, sharp, fierce and regular, but her
mouth has opened, her jaw dropped, her tongue licks her lips, her head
tries to lift and drops back, her eyelids thicken and droop, and I feel as
usual, a dangerous premature panggg of sensation along my carved bone.
"As your absolute submission to me deepens, your voice fails." I don't want
too much screaming, and it looks as if she might really let herself go this
time! "It can whisper and speak softly, all your energy are focussed on
that glorious, tingly emptiness now."
"...yes..yes..yes..yes.yes.yes.yes..." come the soft sussurrations in
response, as now I kneel again, gloating over the helpless desires of my
lover. The hairs around about my target are no longer dry and smooth, but
matted and dampened, the lips between look slickened as I can see her
flattened buttocks now gently humping herself up towards my face, and my
palms now slide up her hips, taking possession of those bulging glutei,
holding her hips off the towel now, my pinky fingers stretched almost to
where her anus must be, my shoulders sliding down the tendons now stretched
and exposed in high relief.
"Emp..ty..emp..ty..emp..ty..emp..ty.emp.ty.emp.ty..."
Her face now jerks up into view as she watches my face through the gap in
her titties, my face studying her cleft as I lift her up towards my lips, I
hear a clunk as her head falls back against the wall, my hands feel her own
hands nearby clawing and flexing, my tongue now extends... and I take my
first taste of Rose.
Her outer labia are the thickest, meatiest, firmest ones I've ever kissed!
God! Each one is almost a mouthful! I revel in the unexpected thrill this
gives me, pulling them out individually, releasing them to snap back with a
tiny moist "slap" onto her expanded inner petals. Then I delicately pull
them both back away from her vaginal opening. Her orchid blooms outward,
gleaming and itself thick-leaved, then retracts as the rubbery outer flesh
is again let free. "Slap!"
I must see the clitoris now, before I taste it... aahhhh, she has a nice
one, though it will always remain buried, it looks ripe and ready for a
thorough slurping! Another opening of the curtain, and now my lips take
possession. Her quiet happy mewling reaches my ears, and her fingers
scratch against my wrists, too strongly!
I pop out from her sodden delta again, remembering that I have "imprisoned"
her hands at her sides. Standing up, I step to her upturned face, cock
nearly pushing into her ear.
"My. Hands. On. Your. Jaw," I say theatrically. "Your. Jaw. Drops. And.
Your. Mouth. Opens." I turn her face sideways, and my cock feels each
panting puff from her flared nostrils. I slide the glans into the heat, and
feel her tongue drop to cradle the steaming head.
"Open your eyes, and gaze up the length of my member," I order her quietly,
and she's crosseyed as she obeys, humming in her passion. "The member is
firm and hard like my hands," I continue, and feel her lips squeeze down
and her head nod.
Panng-g-g! Have to watch that, I don't want to come yet!
"The member goes on and on, just like your emptiness, on and on. Place your
hands flat under your buttocks now, stop flexing them." I don't even have
to look, I feel another quick nod.
Pan-n-g-g-g!
"I will satisfy you now, empty vessel," I say. And as I turn away to find a
condom, "Feel your beautiful sex open and flower, pushing outward waiting
for the gentle, unstoppable inward penetration... penetration... more and
more ready for penetration, beginning to crest already, feeling as if you
are nothing but a hollow, tingly ache now..."
Rolling the condom along my cock, her eyes still following it as it jiggles
across the room and back, as it wobbles heavily in mid-air while I toss
pillows on the floor at her feet, as I show her my palms again, drawing
them repeatedly along my spike, as I let it slide across one nipple,
bumping over the wide brown lump there, as it lowers below the horizon of
her quivering belly...
As her pelvis jumps in her palms when the penis bumps its questing nose
against her thigh, as its heat now lies right along her cleft... as I
tenderly part her fleshy curtain, and affix my bulb at her hungry gate, as
she feels the hands urging her knees wider and wider apart, her sex pouting
and parting as here it comes...
The bulb passing into her chamber, her moist walls open and receptive, the
purple flower pressed inwards with the slow thrust like the growth of a
thick root of a tree in the moist forest soil and everything gives way
inside her, and she knows distantly that her soft belly is now clenched,
now relaxed, always quivering and shaking, the root STILL sliding inward,
inward, the intrusion itself now enough to grant her a release...
Oh yes, fill me, fill me, I'm wide apart for you, ah.ah.ah., there, and oh
now what's happening... those hands, ah.ah.ah. yes the fingers they're
RIGHT THERE next to my clittie, ah.ah.ah.ah. too many things to feel,
almost as I feel a hot little splashy feeling, oh it swells up, how can it
just keep coming in, my opening is stretching,
ah.ah.ah.fil.ling.fil.ling.ah.ah.ah. ahhhhhhmmmm. Sooo fulllll... Sooo
fulllll.... Soooo fullllll.
But what, my lips are kissing out now, kissing out now it's leaving, ohno,
no, I'm not ready, oh, yes I am another splash, clamp down on it, harder,
so it will stay in, I'm turned inside out all my flesh pulling pulling,
holding and splashing... ohgood ohgood it's stopping, now please fill me
again, ah.ah.ah.ah. ohhh, the clittie, oh the fingers are pressing my fat
fat lips against it, what? what!? Splash! Splashhh! everything's liquid,
everything's jerk...ing and jigg...ling, big jiggly rubber lips on clittie,
here it comes, here it comes, jigglyrubberjigglyrubberjigglyrubber...
...."Ungh!" comes her grunt as I thrust in to my limit, soaking in her
brine, scrubbing those fat labia against her clitoris, her mouth wide open,
wide, wide open, her vagina clamped, her feet leaving the floor, her head
whipping sideways now, just holding myself there, letting her coast down a
little, now sliding quickly out, rub the latex against her clit, and her
feet lift again.
"Holding now, continuous pleasure, my vessel, you're Rose again, you 're
coming gently now, look at my penis, Rose." I stand up, her eyes shining as
they follow my fingers as I trace my length, standing now at her side,
swarming my palms over her tits, the cock almost touching the nipple, I
bend the shaft up, it hurts it's so tight, but I draw it back above the
nipple, up to my belly, and
SNAP it down to bat against the nipple. Pang!
Here's my own limit, watching her gelatinous flesh jiggle, sporting her
engorged fruit rubbing against my heat... off with the condom! Snap!
Panggg! Bend down, suck her other nipple HARD, and another Snap-Pang! this
snap scatters little droplets over her flushed chest, my free hand slides
down over the belly, and jiggles that clit again, and she gives a "yeep!",
I'm leaking onto her nipple now, no, it's not a leak, it's... it's... a
firm driblet, I have just time to bend over and suck her clit, then I
straighten, arch my back, push my pelvis forward against her arm, and
wriggle the shaft over and over the juicy nipple, with its own sweet little
hole, spreading the fluid, groaning mightily, rubbing and jiggling my cock,
as my testes fulfil their function, and my pleasure centers reward me for
my indulgence. Smear the fluid onto both her nipples, bend and suck them
in, taste my semen.
I rested my palm over her mount, stood up and pulled her to her feet, she
floated up, pressing her belly against mine, her eyelids fluttering against
my cheekbone, then into my bed, covering up, stroking her sweat-matted
hairs, closing my eyes, hearing her sigh and coo, and just remembering to
have her remain in trance until I rouse her, then offered my own sweet
surrender to Morpheus.
Blackness.