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audible slaps of flesh as she clung to him. He hung on to her,
trying to steady she, staring avidly at her bouncing tits when
she pulled away to view the penetration. A wail of ecstasy ripped
from her mouth as the violent explosion of her climax pushed
through the membranes of her passion pit, milking his cock with
the loving vise of her wet sheath.
With one last frantic thrust, his cock exploded; shooting
his cream in a steady stream of fantastic release. She had never
had such excitement. It was new, wonderful and needed. It went on
and on with such convulsive pleasure that she was sure she would
pass out. She could have easily taken more of what that cock
promised. Dax snapped his fingers, and Marilyn saw the bright
orange sun rise over a sleepy horizon. Around her were the
loveliest trees she had ever seen. Sea gulls sang sweet melodies
as she closed her eyes and welcomed the heat of a new tropical
day.
Dax gently placed his hands around her resting face and
kissed her on the forehead. He told her to awake and remember
everything. This was one of the most wonderful times he had ever
had, and he was sure that Marilyn was pleased with the outcome.
The most wondrous thing about it was the fact that another
pleasure trip was just a snap of the fingers away. Maybe next
weekend.
#
CHAPTER SEVEN - HYPNOSEX
A sweltering unseasonable heat met Dax as he left the
office. He had been so busy with the rigors of a new week that he
hadn't even the opportunity to stop for lunch. Just as well, he
thought. It wouldn't hurt to shave about three pounds or so. Dax
fired up the air conditioner and headed for home.
His mind wandered to a new computer bulletin board friend he
had met the previous day. Ed seemed like an average guy with an
interest in improving his sex life. He and his wife Linda lived
in a little town near Pittsburgh, were in their forties, appeared
to be devoted to one another, but something seemed to be missing.
Ed and Linda weren't alone. Many couples experience this common
phenomenon after being married for many years. Ed was interested
in breathing a little new life into their relationship.
Dax had been jumping around the computer system from door to
door when he was paged by Ed. As most people, Ed seemed
incredulous about the use of hypnosis in sex. He couldn't believe
that so many wonderful things could be accomplished by the use of
hypnosis. It all seemed supernatural and frankly, so much bull.
After Dax had the opportunity to share some of the methods
and analogies of hypnosis, Ed became more interested and wondered
whether this may be the direction he should take. Dax's biggest
challenge seemed to be convincing Ed that is was normal to want
to make sex more exciting. In response to Dax's questions, Ed
advised him that he and Linda had never actually shared any
fantasies with one another. Ed had wanted to experiment with
threesomes as one time, but Linda seemed to be somewhat put out
about it. She had never indicated an interest in making it with
anyone other than Ed. Dax advised Ed to try to draw Linda's
interests out through conversation and to get back to him so he
could prepare an approach for them.
The following evening when Dax signed on to the system there
was electronic mail for him. He always got excited when there was
a message for him. It was a lot like getting a letter that didn't
have one of those little windows in it that meant the dirty "I"
word - invoice. Ed indicated that he was able to determine one
significant thing in his conversation with Linda. She was crazy
about Patrick Swazee. She had indicated that although she was
devoted to Ed, Patrick could park his shoes under her bed anytime
he wanted to. Ed shared that he was a little jealous, but oddly
enough, somewhat sexually excited by the prospect of Linda making
it with someone like that.
Dax prepared as message to leave in the electronic mail
system for Ed. He indicated that chances were likely that Linda
could mentally substitute Ed for Patrick Swazee. He cautioned Ed
that much of the success of this effort had to do with whether or
not he did anything to make Linda feel guilty. If they would like
to try it, Dax would be happy to help them. He went on to say
that it would probably take a good deal of convincing on Ed's
part to get Linda to agree. Instead of visiting the house, Dax
wanted to know what interests they had that would enable him to
meet them socially. He singed off and waited for Ed's reply.
The next time a signed on to the system another message was
waiting for him. Ed indicated that he thought that Linda found
the idea to be exciting but had some concerns about hypnosis and
the proverbial trust factor. They didn't know Dax and were a
little concerned about meeting him. Ed also explained that each
Wednesday he and Linda went to a local bowling alley with several
other duffers. They would be agreeable to meeting Dax there but
didn't want any of their friends to know that they were meeting
him for this purpose.
Dax answered that he would meet them at the bowling alley
and maintain a discrete approach to the matter. He hadn't been
offended by their concern. It was natural, and Dax had
encountered this skepticism almost every time he approached such
a situation like this. He made plans to meet with Ed and Linda
and felt confident that he would be able to help them in one
fashion or other. Each time Dax got involved in a situation such
as this was erotic for him. It brought back so many exciting
memories.
Wednesday had arrived, and the work day had come to an end.
Dax stood at his mirror combing his hair and straightening his
shirt collar. Assured that everything looked presentable, he got
into the car for his short journey to the bowling alley. This was
such a beautiful time of the year for a ride. The trees began to
fill with green, flowers painted the scene and the fresh air
filled his wandering mind. Pulling into the bowling alley parking
lot, Dax reviewed the available parking spaces and selected on
close to the door. He could always tell what kind of people
frequented a place by the look of the parking lot. This seemed to
be a nice bunch of folks by the type and number of cars adorning
the lot.
There was a nice looking mix of people in the place.
Adjoining the bowling alley was a nicely accented lounge with
soft rock playing. Dax perused the lanes and saw that Ed and
Linda could have been any of seven different couples. He decided
to take a seat and wait for direction. One couple did seem to
snatch peeks at him more than any other. It appeared as though
they were waiting for someone. Soon one of the males of a couple
foursome wandered over with a towel in his hand. "Dax?" said the
man.
"That's me. You must be Ed. How are they rolling for you?"
Dax inquired. While waiting for his answer, he began sizing up Ed
and trying to figure out which of the ladies were Linda. It
really didn't matter as both of them were lovely looking ladies.
"I think my balls are bigger than the ones we are using. I
bowl so badly that you have to have big balls to embarrass
yourself by bowling in front of everyone," he laughed.
Dax assured him that he had plenty of company and that his
main claim to fame had never been bowling either. After some
additional small talk, Ed invited Dax over to meet Linda and
their friends.
Amenities having been exchanged with Linda, Karen and Joe,
Ed explained that Dax was a computer friend that they had met on
the computer bulletin board and they were going to have a drink
and discuss some of their computer ideas. He asked Karen and Joe
to join them.
Dax took a spectator's position and watched as the bowlers
plied their hobby. It was Linda's turn to toss the ball. Not
being an expert, Dax watched Linda make her initial approach. It
soon dawned on him that her approach was not what interested him.
Linda was about 5'5" tall and about 125 pounds of lovliness. As
Linda picked up her ball from the return, she grasped it in both
hands in front of her. This movement provided the loveliest view
of her cleavage; soft white breasts with a healthy texture that
captured the attention of most men in the area.
His eyes were then drawn like magnets to her wonderfully
shaped buttocks. He slacks provided cover but left very little to
the imagination. They were so perfectly lifted and separated, and
they danced so artistically as she made the short trip to release
her ball. He thought that he might just have to take up this game
on a regular basis just to return to this lovely view.
After the four bowlers had sufficiently tired themselves
with their less-than-300 game, they stowed their equipment and
headed for the lounge. Having been seated and drinks ordered, Dax
explained that he was a sociologist, worked with behavior
modification and came to find that he and Ed shared many common
interests about computers. Shortly thereafter, Karen and Joe
excused themselves so that they could pick up their son at
baseball practice.
Linda, Ed and Dax all seemed to offer a sigh of relief as
the couple left. Additional drinks were ordered and the
conversation continued. Ed began to offer apologies for his
comments to their friends, but Dax stopped him with a raised
hand. "There's no need to apologize. This is your business, and
if I don't understand, I don't have any business being here. My
interest is in seeing you both learn to enjoy life and one
another more. I get off on it. Some people collect stamps. I
collect happy people. It's erotic as well as meaningful," Dax
smiled.
"I hope that's not all you get off on," Linda offered with
her own smile. She appeared to be somewhat attracted to Dax as
well. Dax felt several times as though she had been stealing
glances at him, but he couldn't figure if it was that she was
concerned about him being there or happy that he was.
"No Linda, not at all. I'm just as normal as the next guy,
but I'm sure there would be people that would disagree with me on
that. If you don't mind, I would like to be candid with you from
the beginning. Am I correct in assuming that you are both
interested in improving both your relaxation techniques and your
sex lives?" Dax asked as he casually raised his eyebrows.
Having received a nod from them both, Dax went on. "The mind
determines what happens and how it is perceived. The reason that
we get sexually excited is that the mind sends messages from the
brain to various parts of the body. In a man's case, blood is
sent to the penis, it fills, expands and becomes rigid. Very much
the same thing occurs when a woman becomes excited mentally. Once
again, our brain tells our system to increase the blood flow to
the extremities. The breasts, nipples and buttocks become more
sensitive as the nerves are exposed because of an increased
pressure of the blood supply. Mucous membranes are squeezed by
the blood flow which provides lubrication to the vagina. The
inner and outer lips of the vulva expand and become heavy.
"Our mind makes these things happen. Much of it has to do
with what we have programmed ourselves to consider sexy. That is
why we refer to men as tit men, ass men, leg men and the like.
Smell provides a real turn on for some people. Some folks are
excited visually, while others can only be turned on by touch.
Again, the mind is doing these things for us and to us. As time
goes by, many people require additional or different stimuli to
provide excitement. You've heard the expression, 'variety is the
spice of life,' I am sure. That is what the expression refers to.
"Almost all of society has their secret turn-ons. Many don't
speak of them, but most have them. My wife, for instance, never
demonstrated much interest in anything other than infrequent
missionary style sex. She tried to please of course, but sex was
not very exciting for her. She never mentioned fantasies. I took
for granted that she didn't, until one day she said something
that led me to believe that she had. I questioned her about it.
Too immediately she denied that she ever thought of anyone but
me. After additional prompting, she admitted that she may have
had fantasies but didn't have the courage to share them because
it wasn't normal for a "good wife" to think of anyone sexually
but her husband.
"This conversation occurred while we were in bed. As I was
able to pry more out of her, she noticed that I was not getting
angry. In fact, I was getting aroused; more aroused than she had
seen me in quite some time. Before the night was over we had made
love three times and climaxed with more pleasure than we ever
had. After that, fantasy had a place in our hearts and in our
pants. Sex had become better and more meaningful. I guess that's
one of the reasons that we are still together and enjoy one
another so much sexually. I was able to assure her that jealousy
had no strength or place in our relationship so long as emotion
wasn't diverted from each other. I would be jealous if I believed
that she loved someone more than me, but it only served to excite
me to think of her making it with someone else," Dax concluded.
Linda seemed to be amazed at Dax's honesty in explaining how
he perceived fantasy and jealousy. "Have you or your wife ever
made love to someone else Dax?" she inquired.
With a slight smile begin to curl on his lips, Dax remarked,
"On several occasions we have experimented. Jealousy did occur
the first time for both of us. Fortunately, our juices took over
and the situation was so hot, a wonderful balance resulted.
Afterward, when we discussed it, our discussion just made us more
excited. We were left with a better understanding of our own
jealousy. Once I realized that although it turned her on she was
also doing it for me, my jealousy went away and what was left was
pure excitement."
"Quite honestly, you have captured my interest," Linda said.
"Would you be interested in trying to help us achieve some of the
things that hypnosis has to offer?"
"If you are both not just interested to try it but hungry to
master it, I'd be happy to help you. This isn't something that
you put a halfhearted effort into. You should commit to submit
your mind to it and attempt to practice periodically to improve
you own ability. When would you like to start?" Dax asked.
Linda looked at Ed for approval and direction. Seeing no
objection, she said, "well it's not too late now if you wouldn't
mind following us to our place. It's only about a mile and a half
down the road, and it's in the direction you'd be traveling."
Dax looked at his watch and agreed to follow them to their
home. He asked them to think about what they would like to
experiment on while they were driving back to the house. They
gathered their equipment, left a tip on the table and began the
short trip to their home. Dax followed, pleased that he had been
able to give them some initial good direction about hypnosis.
The trip was indeed short, and soon they had arrived at
their destination. Linda and Ed lived in a lovely neighborhood.
Their house and grounds were well maintained. The inside of the
house was furnished in a lovely fashion. Dax thought to himself
how proud he was that he had read these people correctly. They
seemed to be a very nice, average couple with their heads screwed
on right. After they were settled and Linda had prepared drinks
and some snacks, Dax asked, "did you discuss what you would like
to work on with hypnosis?"
Ed began, "we did talk about it a little Dax. Linda and I
think that you may have something there with the jealousy theory
of yours. Both of us are willing to try making it with someone
else. We have agreed that it either of us develops a problem with
it we will stop and scrap the idea. Nothing ventured; nothing
gained. We believe that we are mature enough and love each other
enough that we can overcome it." Linda illustrated her agreement
by nodding her head, but she said nothing.
Dax, in turn, placed each of them into deep hypnosis. They
were both excellent subjects. Much of it had to do with Dax's
explanation of what would occur and their commitment to their
submission. He gave them each post hypnotic suggestions that
would enable them to enter a deep trance state each time Dax
snapped his fingers twice while looking them in the eyes.
Through the use of additional suggestions Dax established
that in Ed's eyes Linda would become Kim Bassinger and in Linda's
eyes Ed would be Patrick Swazee. They would both be extremely
horny. They also did not have to waste time with amenities. He
increased their sensitivity, increased the intensity and length
of their respective climax and ended by giving them the
instructions on how and when they would wake up. Additionally,
Dax would not be visible to them. Both were woken and Dax
retreated to a chair in the corner of the room to observe.
Ed sat there looking in awe at Linda. She was just as
captured by Ed. They both stood and immediately began removing
one another's clothing. Dax felt like a voyeur, but it was very
exciting. Linda was a knock-out and he could feel his cock begin
to lengthen. It was like watching his own personal porn film with
the added excitement that he helped write the script. He watched
as Ed's hands went to Linda's heavy, naked breasts. Ed's eyes
gradually lowered to view this lovely spectacle. He tweaked her
lovely hardening nipples and filled his hands with tit flesh.
Linda moved her hands to Ed's now-naked buttocks and
squeezed as she offered her hot lips to him. His thick penis
began its upward climb to erection leaving a slight trail of
seminal fluid on Linda's baby blue panties. As his hands sneaked
inside the waist band of her panties and he filled his hands with
her ample ass cheeks, a deep moan escaped her lips into his hot
mouth. Dax watched as Linda's buttocks were exposed to his view.
His rod was now rock hard and straining for a volcanic release.
Linda's full buttocks were pressed together and separated
intermittently. Dax could see the deep crevice of her ass and the
dark patch of cunt hair. The smell of lust filled his nostrils
and increased his own excitement.
Soon Linda dropped to her knees and placed Ed's extended
meat gently into her mouth. Ed squeezed his ass tight as he
pushed forward to gain depth. Linda lifted his balls and massaged
them gently as her wet mouth surrounded his straining cock. Each
time he pulled slightly out of her mouth, Dax was able to see the
residue of her saliva coating his huge penis; preparing it for
its trip into the depths of her slippery and swollen pussy lips.
Never had Dax seen such an erotic sight. He almost felt part of
the action, and his hand began to massage the grand lump in his
own pants.
Gently, Ed lifted Linda into his arms and headed for the
couch. He lower her as her breasts swayed like oceans of heavy
fluid contained only by the shores of flesh that surrounded them.
He nipples were hard and extended. The tight nipple flesh pulled
hard at the ample breast which surrounded each. After settled in
a reclining position, Linda felt her legs being separated by Ed's
strong hands. The muff of cunt hair which encircled her deep
honey pot separated to frame a slick pink gully. Dax watched as
her love cream seeped out of her hole and ran down into the deep,
warm crack of her ass to bathe her tight, quivering ass hole.
Ed's lips began at the knee on the inside of Linda's thigh.
Never was he this hot. His normally thick cock was as rigid as an
iron bar and felt like lead. It became to hard that he could feel
his hairy balls squeezed tightly against his body. His lips
continued to more painting Linda's inner thigh with hot saliva.
Closer and closer they came to her gaping hole tunnel. The
fragrance of her wet sex visited his senses and made him tingle
with added excitement. Linda could feel his slightly rough face
teasing its way toward the magnet of her dripping, hair-covered
pussy lips. His hands continued to test the weight of her
jiggling tits. Each time the palms of his hands brushed her tight
nipples it sent waves of excitement to her straining clitoris.
On his nose he could feel the moist hair which covered her
quivering cunt. Reaching from behind, spreading her tight
buttocks, Ed used his fingers to spread the lips of her love
tunnel. Ever so gently he pressed his hard tongue into her fuck
pit. Dax removed his hand from his laboring penis, concerned that
it would ejaculate prior to their completion. His eyes remained
glued to the hot action. Linda was hotter than she had ever
remembered being. She swallowed Ed's expanded cock and drove it
into the depths of her throat with his 5'11", 155 pound frame.
She could feel Ed's hairy balls rest on her chin as she filled
her hands with his buttocks and pulled him yet harder toward her.
Grinding her slick pussy into his gaping mouth, she could feel
the weight of her breasts as they bounced in the air and tingled
her rubbery nipples.
Ed broke the lock that they had placed their convulsing
bodies in. Turning her on her knees to present her taunt buttocks
to his gaze and aim, Ed leaned her soft breasts against the couch
and filled his hand with his own thick organ. Stroking it several
times to bring it to yet new length, Ed placed the spear-like tip
at the door of her womanhood. Linda couldn't help herself as she
pressed backward trying to prematurely swallow his member with
her hairy, dripping sheath. Ed soon rewarded her as he smeared
love juices over the tip of his meat and began pressing its
length into the depths of her hole. Deeper and deeper it
traveled. What a vision! He could see the thick cock pole slip
effortlessly into the dark canyon of wet heat. As he withdrew, Ed
could see the evidence of her own juices glistening on his bone.
Dax watched as the strokes increased in intensity, speed and
depth. The sound of Ed's thighs smacking against Linda's firm ass
was music to his ears. Dax could see Linda's ass wiggle as she
screwed it back to receive Ed's advances. Her breasts jiggled so
voluptuously that Dax's fuck bone almost went off without him
touching it. His gaze traveled to Linda's face. The look on her
face was a combination of angel and demon. Her earthy grunts gave
him new reason to maintain erection. He loved the sound of
pleasure, and there was no doubt that Linda had never felt so
much unadulterated bliss. She was bucking wildly as the
unrelenting cock drove deep into her cavernous pussy.
The fever pitch that they had attained was soon met with the
ecstasy they sought. Linda was screaming, "fuck that deep cunt
Patrick. Fuck my hole with your hot meat and pour your cum into
my guts." She was indeed being made love to by Patrick Swazee. He
wanted her and he was taking her.
"You feel so damn wonderful Kim. Take my bone in your hole
and don't let go. I want to pump my cock in to you until it falls
off," Ed responded. His cock was in Kim Bassinger's tight pussy
and his hands were squeezing her rubbery ass cheeks. All at once,
Ed through his head back and began a series of low grunts as he
pumped his cream into Linda's pounding body. As if playing her
part in an orchestra, Linda buried the top of her head into the
couch and tossed her cunt up toward Ed driving bone. "Yes, Yes,
Yes, Harder, Harder, Now, Now, Ohhhhhh!" she screamed.
Soon they were spent and laying together in a half sleep.
They were too tired to move or didn't care to. Dax placed them
both into another trance. He gave them post hypnotic suggestions
that they would wake up feeling wonderful, well-rested and
remember everything that occurred during the love making
experience at the count of three.
"One, two, three; awaken feeling wonderful and sexy," Dax
said as he clapped his hands loudly. They both opened their eyes
slowly. Their faces were graced with the most wonderful smile,
but each of them appeared to have experienced some embarrassment.
Dax couldn't quite tell whether it was guilt or not. "How do you
feel?:
Linda began with a smile, "I feel like a truck hit me - but
right in the correct place. It was a truck I have wanted to be
hit by for a long time. I can't really believe that Patrick
Swazee made love to me." She soon noticed that she hadn't a
stitch of clothes on. As Dax saw her concern, he offered an
afghan for her to cover up.
"I don't think I have ever had a hotter experience. I was
convinced that Linda was Kim Bassinger. No -- Kim Bassinger can
not be that good. This is unbelievable. I can't wait to start
again. Thank you Dax," Ed said meaningfully.
"There's no need to thank me. I was just the facilitator.
You and Linda made it all happen. The next time we get together,
I want to teach you both how to be anyone you want, with anyone
you want, wherever you want to be and as long as you want to be
there," Dax said. "Now I have a little drive ahead of me, and I
must to going. Beat's the hell out of bowling, doesn't it? Sit
tight. I'll show myself out. Leave me a message on the computer
and let me know is you have any suggestions on how to improve the
process."
Dax wasn't out the door before Ed and Linda were deeply
involved in their own new experiment. Dax couldn't get home
quickly enough so he could take care of his own hard business. On
the trip home his mind wandered to pat himself on the back for
another success story. These two were one of the hottest couples
he had ever helped. It didn't do him any harm either.
#
CHAPTER EIGHT
"You are now more deeply asleep than you have ever been.
Your body is weightless and seems to float among the clouds. You
can't feel your arms or legs. All tension has bled from your
muscles, and you are at complete peace. You are traveling down an
escalator. As the moments pass, you are going deeper and deeper
into a warm and satisfying trance. You feel more safe and
comfortable than you ever have.
"Am I correct when I say that you are interested in mentally
living through a fantasy as a spy in Russia?" Dax inquired of his
subject Fannie.
"Yesss. I want to live my fantasy of being a sexy fem fatale
sent into Russia to extract secrets from a Russian munitions
scientist. I want it to be the sexiest and more exciting
experience of my life," Fannie explained in a slow, far-away
voice.
Dax continued, "You have been sent to Russia under the
pretense of developing trade between the U.S.A. and the Soviet
Union. You work for World Trade Developers in Moscow. You are the
sexiest woman in the city. You have been moving in the upper
crust society of the Soviet Union in an effort to promote
products for the United States and surreptitiously obtain the
plans for a powerful laser weapon for your government.
"You are at a cocktail party sponsored by the Kremlin to
enhance new markets of world trade. Around you are hundreds of
people, many of which you are sure work for the K.G.B. You have
to be careful. If your cover is blown, you will have your own
personal tour of Siberia.
"You have just met Aleksei Vladimirovich a week ago, a
superior looking young man of thirty-five years of age. You are
hoping that you will see him at this party. The intelligence
network assures you that Vladimirovich has top security
clearance, and the plans for the laser weapon are at his flat.
"Alex, as you affectionately refer to him, is very well
built, 6'4", 210 pounds, works out every day and has a face that
looks like it was chiseled out of marble. His hair is blond and
his eyes are a deep azure blue. He showed a great deal of
interest in you last week when you were at his office on another
matter. You can imagine the size of his cock by the lovely bulge
resting in his trousers, and you are grateful for the opportunity
to work on this project.
"You glide through the room in your well-fitted sapphire
blue dress. Your long brown hair beautifully frames your lovely
face and cool green eyes. It clings to your 5'9" frame, accenting
your lovely breasts and rolling buttocks. Every person's eyes are
on you, and each step you take excites you more. You are casually
looking for Alex as you enjoy the attention that both men and
women are showering you with. Your eye catches a glimpse of him
standing on the other side of the room speaking with a beautiful
young Russian girl. Your heart sinks to think that your plans may
be delayed by this union.
"Jorgi, a chemical engineer for one of the companies you
have been dealing with, asks you to dance. Your hauntingly green
eyes remain glued to Alex and his conversation partner as you
agree to dance with Jorgi. If he is not a strong dance leader,
you may be able to sway him closer to Alex to overhear his
conversation. Jorgi is a strong young man with more than a casual
interest in you. It feels good to be in his arms and feel his
body against yours. You can feel yourself responding to the
excitement you feel from him as your bodies move more closely
together with the soft music.
"Jorgi holds your lovely 40" breasts close to his chest with
his hot hand at the curve of your soft 36" hips. Gradually his
left leg moves between your legs to feel the heat of your
womanhood. All the while you are moving closer to Alex with ease,
as Jorgi's mind is preoccupied with the feel of your soft
yielding body. You can feel new strength and size as Jorgi's
growing, climbing staff kisses your leg in its travels upward.
You are finding it increasingly more difficult to concentrate on
Alex's conversation. Jorgi's stiff penis is not shy. It has
become a hard wad of male meat nestled in your tightening belly.
"Your concentration holds; you are a professional, and you
are encouraged that your ability to control is increasing. The
music ends, and Jorgi doesn't seem to want to let go of you. He
asks if he can call you from time to time in his broken, but sexy
English. You assure him that it would be wonderful to hear from
him and notice that Alex is looking at you. You try not to give
Jorgi the 'bum's rush' but can't take the chance of Alex
directing his attention elsewhere. 'Excuse me,' you direct to
Jorgi, 'I have to speak with Alex. Please do call, I'd love to
see you again' as you walk casually toward Alex.
"A server walks by with a tray of champagne and offers a
glass. You take the drink as a prop and find that you are a bit
thirsty. Suddenly the glass is empty. 'Has champagne glass with
hole in it for you?' Alex queried with his version of English.
"You offer your best seductive smile as you respond, 'I
suppose the warmth of the night has joined hands with the majesty
of your lovely country to dry out the old pipes.' Alex looks at
you with confusion about what your answer means. 'Yes,' you
simplify, 'I was very thirsty. The glass was with hole in it for
me,' you smile.
"Now, at the count of three, you will wake up and be with
Alex in his car. He has graciously offered to escort you to your
hotel room. You will try to convince him that it would be better
to go elsewhere. You must get into his flat. When he snaps his
fingers once, you will be alone with him in his flat.
"You are beginning to feel even more sexy than you ever have
before. Your senses are heightened, and every touch will send
waves of sensuous excitement through your body. You know that you
must give Alex more pleasure than he has known in order to escape
with the secrets you have come for. If Alex puts his tongue in
the crook of your neck and his penis is inside your body, you
will feel his cock grow inside of you. It will expand to a full
ten inches in length, stretching the walls of your hot cunt, and
two and a half inches in girth pressing the sensitive lips of
your womanhood outward. Each time his tongue enters your body,
you will have a small climax. You can have hundreds of orgasms.
When he holds your face in his hands, looks into your eyes and
kisses you on the forehead, you will fall back into a deep sleep
but you will remember everything when you do wake up. Do you
understand?"
"Yes, I understand," she said in the far-away voice of the
sleeping.
Dax began, "One, two, three. Wake up feeling sexier than you
ever have before. You are hot and mysterious and bursting with
excitement."
"Alex, it was good of you to offer to take me home, but
there are so many people at my hotel that will tease me if I show
up with you. You know how cruel fellow workers can be. Would you
mind if we went someplace else instead?" Fannie asked pleadingly
with her cleavage giving yet additional messages.
"You would want for to go to Aleksei's flat? I have
wonderful musik and compelling wine. We will get knowing each
another more best. And crowds make uncomfortable most for me
also," Alex commented in his sexiest Russian and accented voice
as his hand rested provocatively on Fannie's upper thigh.
"That'd be great Alex. It's early and we have the whole
night to get to know each other better. Drive on," Fannie
suggested with a hungry smile."
"Alex" snapped his fingers and they were in his flat. "I
will put musik to play and get blood of grape for I and you," Dax
played the part with no little relish. "Make comfortable and
relax yourself." Fannie's eyes began photographing the room, not
forgetting that in addition to her building lust, she must find
the plans for the laser weapon.
Fannie watched Dax's muscles ripple as he walked across the
room. He felt her eyes glued to him everywhere he walked. Dax
knew that his body was merely average and that Fannie didn't see
it as average. He knew that with her mind she was able to make
"Alex" look anyway that she wanted him to look. She would
obviously make him look great. Her libido was working overtime,
and the heat developing in the center of loins only served to
improve the situation. Dax's cock began to tingle, and he
developed a heaviness in his groin that would require release
before too long.
Fannie soon began to tingle all over her throbbing body. The
excitement of what she hoped would soon happen sent shivers
through her beautiful body. Dax left the room, went down the hall
and returned in a pair of sweat pants and sweat shirt with the
sleeves removed. There was some writing on the shirt, but she
couldn't figure out what it said. The music began to play softly
as he returned with a tray of wine with two glasses. The cork was
removed, and he poured two half glasses; seating himself next to
Fannie, he offered a glass to her extended hand.
With little time having passed, the empty glasses found
their respective place on the huge, glass-topped cocktail table
and Fannie found herself in Alex's arms. She offered her lips to
his hungry mouth, and the tingling increased dramatically. Her
fingers and hands painted his arms and chest with a fervor as her
lust continued to build. Shivers drove through her as his fingers
began to release the buttons to her "sapphire blue dress." She
felt the material tease her soft shoulders and back as it was
slowly drawn over her skin. With a snap maneuver that surprised
her, her bra fell away in one motion exposing her undulating
breasts and erect nipples to Alex's gaze and touch. The heat in
her brain became almost unbearable. 'Fuck, Fuck, Fuck' were the
only words repeated in her mind.
She began envisioning the muscles of his strong ass flexing
as he drove his bone deep into her wet sheath. She imagined the
hair surrounding his erect staff mingling with her own pubic
garden as the rain of the combined love juices served to slicken
their journey to eruption. She could see the tip of his engorged
fuck tool, glowing with her pussy juice; a huge purple knob
resting atop a thick, rigid pole adorned with bulging veins
feeding the strength and length of his hardness. She could feel
the weight of his hairy balls on her tight anal button,
glistening with the milk of her natural lubrication. She could
see the hair lying deep and low in the crack between her wiggling
buttocks; wet and clinging as he drove his cock meat into the
center of her being.
As Dax moved his hands to and from heaving tits, rigid
nipples, glistening buttocks and wet cavern, his mind also
embellished the moments and searched for erotic sights, sounds
and smells. He could imagine her hands gently cradling his hairy
cum nuts. He could feel her lips begin to move on his throbbing,
straining penis. First she teased; soon she devoured his broad
column.
The time for imagining was gone. Dax ran his tongue from one
nipple to another circling each and gently nipping at each. Down
between the cleft of her wiggling titties his tongue traveled.
Down her stomach the wet tongue set fires until it rested in her
panting navel. His teeth bared themselves and bit at her hip
bones sending new shivers up and down her spine as his hands
filled with the fleshy meat of her tight buttocks. Closer and
closer his mouth moved toward her feminine, and fragrant hole.
Bang! Dax's tongue entered Fannie's love tunnel and she
began to quiver in climax. She had never felt anything quite like
this. It wasn't a roaring, earth-shaking orgasm. It was as if she
had been plugged into and electrical outlet. She could feel
electric shocks traveling between her pussy, her ass hole and her
marble-hard nipples and back again. It came again, and again, and
again. She became dizzy and drove her fuck box against Dax's
intruding face. After the first few jolts, Fannie began trying to
count the eruptions to herself. 'One, two, three, four, fiiiive,
holy shit, that was a great one, six, seven, eiggggg, Oh fuck,
can it get better than this?' Fannie wondered.
Dax withdrew his tongue and turned her over. His tongue
moved slowly up the back of her thighs, nipping at the taunt back
of her knees. Painting the back of her thighs with his saliva,
Dax soon drove his tongue into the crack of her ass. Fannie threw
her ass up in the air, and Dax's tongue drove deep into her cunt
hole once again. Bang! Another electric shock fired through her
wiggling frame. Teasing it's way up Fannie's back, Dax's tongue
played on her shoulder blades and dipped into her glistening arm
pits. She could now feel his hard meat resting in the gully
between the balls of her ass cheeks. She knew she needed that
bone deep in her guts.
Now Fannie took the offensive. Pushing Dax over to lie on
his back, she was on him with hands and tongue. Licking his
swollen balls, she saw his huge staff grow again. Her hand
stroked his love pole, and she saw the fluid begin to come to the
tip of his lust weapon. Her hungry eyes danced from rippling
belly, to hairy chest, to the purple tip of his spear. In one
motion his cock was driven deep into her throat. It was stopped
when it met resistance from the throat muscles, but only briefly.
Given the chance to adjust, her throat opened even further, and
the cock finished its journey and was embedded deep in her
throat. She had taken it all, and her lips rested in his wiry
public hair. Driving it in and out gave Dax a wonderful sensation
as the head of his cock was systematically squeezed and released
by the involuntary muscles of her throat. He would soon cum if he
didn't stop now, and he wanted to squirt his load into Fannie's
hot pussy.
Turning her over in one quick motion, Dax spread her legs to
expose her soaked honey pot. Resting on his knees, he lowered his
face once again to her pit. Bang! The shock provided yet
additional orgasms. She drove her hot pussy against his face like
a crazed animal, grunting and crying, "Oh fuck, fuck me, fuck my
deep hole, spread my hairy cunt and fuck it deep. Shove your
great cum stick into my quim and dump your hot load."
"No! I want to see you play with your body. I want to see
you fuck yourself and pinch your hard nipples. I want to see you
finger fuck your hole and cum for me," Dax insisted.
"Don't make me wait, Alex. I need your cock in my hole. I
need you to squeeze my ass cheeks as you drive your thick cock
into my pussy. Please!" Fannie begged.
"Do it baby! Show me your beautiful titties. Pinch your
rock-hard nipples. Dig in your hole with your hand and show me
how you are going to cum hard for me. Show me how much you want
my bone in your hole," Dax demanded as she began to moan and
comply with his demands.
Fannie filled her hands with her own heavy, yet firm breasts
and squeezed hard. Filling her hands with tit flesh, she offered
her raised and tight nipples to Dax's glance. Sliding her hands
toward the center of each breast, she grabbed each nipple between
forefinger and thumb and began to pinch and roll the puckered
nipple flesh. This sent waves of additional excitement through
her lust-racked body.
Her hips began to bounce on the bed as if there was an
imaginary cock driving deep inside of her. Releasing one ripe
nipple, her hand traveled down her stomach, pressing as it went
to delve into her waiting, wet bush. Nervous fingers separate the
lips of her cunt hole to cover them with the slick juice of her
desire. Dax watched as her glistening fingers moved to her love
button, pinching and pulling she was forced to grunt deeply and
begin shaking her breast with her other hand.
Releasing her clit, her middle finger slipped effortlessly
into her wet cunt. She began pumping this single digit in and
out. Soon a second finger was introduced to the hot cavern, and
then a third. Deeper and deeper she drove her hand into her
steaming cunt. She released her other breast and used the other
hand to help pump her womanhood and furiously rub her clit. As
both hands were centered mindlessly on her loins, her breasts
were squeezed together as two huge mounds of shaking flesh
adorned by hot pink nipples reaching for the ceiling. Dax's hand
continued to slowly stroke his organ as he watched Fannie
pounding her pussy deeply. He was positioned between her
outstretched legs and she was beginning to climax. Her beautiful
face tightened as her lips were pulled taunt across it. Her eyes
were closed tightly, leaving wrinkles to frame them. The tendons
in her neck rose as if straining to keep her head on her
shoulders. Her head twisted back and forth, from side to side.
Reaching toward her, Dax grabbed her wet hands and placed
them against his lips. He tasted this woman and smelled the
fragrance of her orgasm. If only he could bottle this scent!
Moving to one side of her, Dax rolled her over. He began
massaging the muscles of her back to reduce the tension she had
built up. His hands found her rubbery ass cheeks and deeply moved
these mounds of flesh. Fannie began to moan once again. He
massaged the muscles of her neck and began kissing her ear lobes
and neck. She began to stir again.
Dax placed one of his knees between her legs into the wet
pit of her hot snatch and continued to rub her back.
Ever-so-slowly, Fannie began grinding her groin into his hard
knee and thigh. Dax pressed ahead as his eyes were blessed with
the vision of her buttocks wrapped around his leg and the sides
of her breasts pushed out by the pressure of the mounds resting
on the bed.
Turning her over once again, Dax laid next to her and kissed
her gently on her hot lips. His lips traveled to her resting
nipples bringing them to life again. He again placed himself
between her legs and kissed her navel. Soon his face was resting
over her fragrant pussy. Bang! His tongue dove into her depths
and sent her convulsing again. Before Fannie knew what was
happening, Dax fell forward in one motion and his dick
effortlessly found its mark. It was deep inside of Fannie's
grasping cunt but it remained motionless. She tried to move under
his weight to drive the pole in and out, but Dax did not move. He
nuzzled his nose into the crook of her neck and allowed his
tongue to dart against her skin.
With this move, Fannie felt something she did not know she
could feel. "Alex" had a great cock. It must be eight inches in
length and two inches wide. However, it was growing. She could
feel it getting longer and spreading her cunt lips farther apart.
She felt as if she would explode, but didn't care if she did.
When Dax's cock has reached it's full "ten inches in length and
two and a half inches in girth," Fannie felt completely full of
cock. Dax now began to move this monster pole into Fannie's
depths. Each stroke seemed to bring another climax. She didn't
know anyone could fit this much fuck bone into a cunt no matter
how big or lubricated it was.
Dax continued to move his raging penis into Fannie's love
tunnel until he could hold off now longer. He could feel the cum
boiling in his balls. The feeling was so intense that he thought
that he could feel the cum traveling from the bottom of his legs
and from his very brain. He reached under Fannie and filled his
hands with her quaking ass cheeks as his cock continued to drive
deep into her being. Her breasts and belly were now soaked with
his perspiration and covered with his dislodged hair as he lifted
himself to watch his glistening penis drive into Fannie's body.
Her grunts resembled those of an animal driven by primordial
lust.
Dax's cock exploded with one wave after another. His thick
cream came in gobs painting the walls of Fannie's greasy cunt.
She could feel the overflow of cum pressing out of her hole
around his shaft, flowing down and cooling her hot ass hole. She
continued to buck hard against Dax, pulling his thick cock into
her with her heals pounding his flexing ass muscles.
Fannie's explosion was so intense that she either passed out
or lost her sight for a short time. She could see nothing with
her eyes, but the vision of Dax's hard driving cock was burned
into her mind's eye. As her ecstasy subsided, she laid there and
continued to feel tingling throughout her spent body. Dax
couldn't or did not want to move.
He was almost asleep when he sensed Fannie moving about the
room. 'Shit! He thought to himself. She is probably trying to
find the plans. I better not let this go any farther. "Fannie!
Did you need something?" Dax inquired.
"No Alex. I was just looking for a towel," she responded as
she returned to the side of the bed.
"Sit here next to me for a moment," Dax requested patting
the bed next to him. She sat but looked a bit nervous. Dax placed
his hands on either side of her face, looked into her eyes and
kissed her on the forehead. Fannie melted back onto the bed and
fell into a deep sleep once again. "You have found the plans
while Alex was sleeping, dressed and slipped out of the flat
without being detected. You are now safely away, back in your own
country, feeling wonderful and well rested. When I snap my
fingers you will begin to wake up slowly and remember everything
that happened. Do you understand?"
Again, the far away response of "yes" came from her lips.
She was lovely laying there on the bed. Dax was reluctant to wake
her up because she looked so peaceful and angelic.
Time was getting late, and Dax knew that Fannie would want
to get tidied up. Snapping his fingers, Dax said gently, "wake up
now feeling refreshed and comfortable. Fannie opened her eyes
slowly and allowed her glance to travel the room. Her glance
finally rested on Dax at the side of the bed.
"That was absolutely the most exciting time I've spent in my
thirty-two years on this planet. I have never been that hot, and
I know I never came that many times in a month. Thank you so much
for teaching me a great deal about myself and my own sexuality
Dax. Promise me we will take other trips together," she pleaded.
"Trips are my specialty Fannie. If you have the gas, I can
drive. I enjoyed it more than I can say. Jorgi did feel a little
left out. Maybe you'll have a chance to spend some time with him
in the future. I plan to teach you how to accomplish that with or
without me. But that'll be another story," Dax concluded with a
smile.
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CHAPTER NINE - HYPNOSEX
It was Sunday evening, and Dax was tripping through the
channels with his trusty remote. Low and behold, Captain James T.
Kirk of the Starship Enterpise was listening to Bones explaining
that he was a doctor and not a miracle worker. Spock was
sharpening his ears to deal with the next catastrophe, and it
dawned on Dax that one of his computer correspondent pals was a
Sci Fi aficionado.
Dax had the opportunity to communicate frequently with her
over the phone lines, through the computer, but had never met
her. Her computer handle was Star; not an uncommon name for a Sci
Fi buff. He had seen a photo of her, that he downloaded in what
is referred to as a GIF format; a digitized representation of a
photo that has been scanned into a computer. The photo was, as
she suggested, somewhat old, but all of the same characteristics
must still be present. She was an exciting-looking woman sporting
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