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THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC LANGUAGE AND
DESCRIPTIONS OF SEXUAL ACTIVITIES.  THIS MATERIAL IS
DISTRIBUTED "FOR ADULTS ONLY" AND POSSESSION BY A
MINOR IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN.  IF YOU ARE UNDER 18
YEARS OF AGE - GO FIND SOMETHING ELSE TO READ.
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HypnoWho by Chili Peeler   

Part 1

     The Lufthansa 747 touched down at Logan International Airport
at 1:30 p.m..  Waves of heat simmered from the runway as the plane
taxied into the terminal.  In the first class section, the passengers
prepared to disembark.
     Dr. Alec Thornton sat quietly in thought.  It was good to be home
after his extended stay in Europe.  He was a respected psychiatrist
with a thriving practice in Boston.  He had a beautiful new wife and
stepdaughter waiting for him at home.  And his own daughter, the
light of his life, would be coming home in a week for Summer break
from Duke.
     He should have been immensely happy with his lot in life.  And
yet his mind kept going over his plan.  A plan that had to point out a
serious character flaw; he was able to diagnose that himself.  He
knew what he planned was wrong but he was going to do it.  He had
to do it.
                                ***********************
     "Dr. Thornton, welcome back, sir,"  Charles said as he collected
the baggage claim tickets from his employer.
 
     "Thank you, Charles. Two suitcases and a suitbag."
  
     His chauffeur scurried over to the revolving carousel to collect his
suitcases as Thornton pulled off his suit jacket, surveying the
baggage area and the summer scene outside.  His limousine was
parked at the curb;  the airport parking officer ignoring it as a $50 bill
from Charles resided in his pants pocket.
     Looking back around he saw two of the stewardesses from his
flight heading toward him and the doorway beyond.  They saw him
as well and smiles snapped onto their faces.  He knew they saw him
as a good catch, even if he was wearing a wedding ring.  He
obviously had money and he was rather handsome to boot.  He'd
played tight end at Harvard twenty years ago and he'd kept up a
steady workout program to keep his 6' 2" frame in a toned state.
 
     "Good-bye, Dr. Thornton.  I hope you'll be flying with us again
soon,"  the perky brunette said as they went past. 
     Charles came toward him loaded down with his heavy suitcases.
He let Charles precede him out into the hot humid air.  The door of
the limo was opened for him and he sank down into the comfortably
cool interior.  
     During the ride into downtown Boston, he phoned his wife to let
her know he had arrived back safely and he was going to stop in at
his office for a while but he'd be home for dinner that night.
     His wife, his second wife, went on to tell him that her daughter,
Lisa, had gotten into more trouble at school.  He promised to talk to
her later that night.  He told her not to worry; it was just a natural
rebellious phase that all teenagers go through.  He rang off as his
limousine pulled in front of the tall bronze skyscraper that contained
his office.
                                ***********************
     Dr. Thornton pushed open the door to his office suite and saw he
had a visitor.  A distinguished gentleman was sitting on the edge of
his secretary's desk, speaking with her. Both looked up as he
entered.
     "Well, this is a pleasant surprise!  How are you, Dr. Heimler?"
Alec said as he walked over with his hand extended.
     Dr. Heimler rose to his 6' 4" height, his black eyes twinkling in
his craggy, weathered face and extended his hand to Alec.
     "Ah, my boy, I see you have returned safely from your little
European 'vacation'!"  Dr. Heimler said in his thick German accent
as he gripped Alec's hand in a strong handshake.
     The white-haired Dr. Heimler was Alec's mentor; he'd helped
Alec along with his career the last ten years.  It was always good to
see him but it also brought up some bad memories.
     Alec had dated Dr. Heimler's daughter during college.  One night, 
the poor girl had taken her own life during her junior year, leaving no
note. Heimler had been devastated and for a time had even tried to
lay the blame at Alec's feet. This was ridiculous of course and Dr.
Heimler had soon apologized.
     After that they sort of bonded together.  It was on Dr. Heimler's
recommendation that he had been able to go to Europe to study at a
prestigious clinic in Bern, Switzerland.  Call it a working 'vacation'.
       "Come on in, Doctor, I'll fill you in on my trip.  I'm sorry, Nicole,
I didn't mean to leave you out.  How have you been?  Able to hold
everything together?"
     "Yes, Dr. Thornton, everything's pretty much under control.
Welcome back."
     The two doctors went into Alec's office. Alec placed his coat on a
coat rack in the corner and took up a position behind his desk.  Dr.
Heimler sank down into a chair in front of the desk and took out an
ornate watch from his vest fob pocket.
     "I don't have much time, Alec, but tell me briefly how your trip
was?"
     "Fascinating, Dr. Heimler, just fascinating.  You were correct. 
The applications are far greater than I would have thought.  I think it
will be an invaluable tool, especially in the treatment of
schizophrenics."
     "Yes, yes, as I have told you, the unconscious mind is the
battleground where the quickest and profoundest cures can be
won."  Alec thought the war analogy sounded ironic coming from the
German.  Although, Dr. Heimler couldn't have been involved in any
of the events in the 1940's; he was perhaps sixty-five years old. 
"You have mastered the hypnotic induction sequence?"
     "Yes, I believe so.  Of course a patient can resist indefinitely if
the will is strong. But, yes, I had many, many sessions with patients
at the Bern Institute.  Thank you again for the introductions.  They
were most helpful."
     "Good, good, I must take my leave now."  Dr. Heimler stood and
replaced the watch into his vest pocket. "Say, is this a new picture, 
Alec?"  The Doctor reached over and picked up a framed photo that
sat on Alec's desk.
     "Yes, my wife had it taken this summer when Jennifer was home
for the summer."
     "Jennifer is a beautiful young woman. This is the stepdaughter,
yes?"
     "Yes, that's Lisa.  She's a senior at St. Andrew's."
     "She certainly resembles her mother."  Dr. Heimler placed the
picture back on the desk.  "I must be off now.  I know you and Nicole
must have much to do.  The work does not stop when you are away. 
Please let me know how the new technique works." Dr. Thornton
walked his mentor to the door and bid him farewell.
     Walking back to his desk, he loosened his tie and looked out the
window at the Boston skyline.
     'It was to begin here', he thought. 'I must do this.'  He turned and
pressed the button on his intercom.
     "Nicole, come in here and let's go over some of these items on
my desk."
                                ***********************
     "...and Dr. Fitzgerald wanted to know if you could attend the
dinner on Thursday for the Society of Psychiatrists. It's at the
Bradley."  Nicole continued on her list of items to go over with her
employer.  Dr. Thornton didn't answer right away so she looked up
at him, brushing her hair away from her face.  He was staring at her
but seemed not to have heard her question.
   
     Dr. Thornton hadn't heard her question.  He was focusing on his
secretary, running through his mind the way he would construct their
session.
     Nicole had been working for him for a year and a half.  He'd hired
her because she was qualified for the job but also because she was
a beautiful woman.  Slender, refined, perky.  A long mane of straight
red-brown hair that reached down to the swell of her buttocks,
sparkling green eyes, olive skin that was rare for one with red hair,
shapely legs that she showed off wearing skirts and hose. She was
really stunning.
 
     Alec had made overtures to her near the beginning of her
employment, that maybe they could be more than employer and
employee.  She was married and faithful and it had died there on the
vine.  But now he had the power to make things right.
     "Oh, I'm sorry, Nicole.  I was lost in thought.  Let's go over the
rest of this tomorrow. It's getting late.  I'm sorry to dump all this
typing on you."  He'd given her the task of typing the journals that
he'd kept in Europe. It would probably be almost a hundred typed
pages by the time she was finished. Nicole stood up and picked up
the stack of documents.
     "That's OK, Dr. Thornton.  What I don't get done tomorrow, I can
do over the weekend."
     "Nicole, what would you say if I told you that you could do all that
typing tomorrow morning before noon?"
     "Dr. Thornton, I couldn't possibly get all this done.  Even if I
didn't
have to answer the phones and do the other things required."
     "Ah, but you could!  How many words per minute do you type? 
About 75?"
     "Yeah, about 75," Nicole said hesitantly.  It was probably a little
less. Typing wasn't her strong suit.
     "Well, Nicole, I learned some fascinating things about hypnosis
while in Europe.  It's your subconscious mind that interferes with
your typing speed.  And it's not just you, I'm speaking for everyone. 
All of us could do things better with a little fine tuning.  Your brain is
unable to focus entirely on the typing."  Dr. Thornton paused before
going ahead. "I could put you under and make you be able to type
like the wind."
     "Dr. Thornton, that's an awfully nice offer," Nicole began, "but I'm
not sure...."  she trailed off looking for the words she wanted to use.
     "And Nicole, if you were able to type faster, it would of course
mean more money.  After all you'd be doing more work."
     Nicole thought about the extra money.  She and her husband of
two years could certainly use the extra income.  They hoped to start
a family soon.  Dr. Thornton's offer was so generous, she didn't think
she should turn it down.
     "The extra money would be great,"  Nicole gushed.
 
     "Great, we could do it now if you'd like.  It should only take about
fifteen minutes.  Why don't you put on the answering machine and
lock the outer office door.  I don't want to be disturbed during the
process."
     Nicole headed out to do as he requested and Dr. Thornton
watched her bottom grind underneath her skirt.  It had gone just as
he had imagined. The extra money was what he knew would break
down her initial resistance.
     He knew he could probably improve her typing at least slightly. 
But once he got into her subconscious mind, he could make
changes to her value systems, manipulate her thought processes,
make things that would have been unthinkable actually desirable, he
could make her do almost anything he wanted.
     He'd been imagining things to do with her for months.
                                ***********************
     "Ooooooo, Alec, that feels so good,"  Nicole cooed as Dr.
Thornton nibbled on her slender neck and a strong hand squeezed
her left breast.
     Their clothes were in piles on the floor near the lounger chair, the
psychatrist's couch, that they reclined on.  The room was growing
dim as the sun had set outside the glazed windows.
     Dr. Thornton lifted his mouth from her neck and looked at her
flushed face. It had been so simple!  She'd offered no resistance to
the careful programming he had installed in her.  He'd installed a
keyword to take her into future trance states in case he had to make
other changes, he had implanted an intense physical attraction for
himself and the need for complete secrecy about their activities. 
She'd feel no guilt about cheating on her husband.  She'd obey any
commands he gave her.  He'd molded her into the perfect mistress
in a half hour.
 
     Thornton brought his mouth down on hers, felt her tongue worm
up between his lips, her shapely leg move up over his. She was
giving herself to him totally. His erection was pressed into her right
thigh, harder than he'd ever felt it.
     His hand left her soft apple-sized tit and moved down her soft
flanks.  Her skin was like silk, smooth as a baby's bottom.  He ran
his fingers down her flat tummy and into the shaved auburn strip of
pubic hair above her sweet sex.  Nicole broke their kiss when his
fingers traveled over her clitoris and delved onto the delicate folds of
her pussy.
     "Yes, yes......feel me, Alec!  Feel how wet I am!"  Nicole cried as
her head tossed in pleasure.  She wasn't lying.  Her slit was slick
with her juices.  Dr. Thornton wanted very badly to fuck her pussy
but he also wanted to feel her sexy mouth on his dick, if only briefly
this first time.  He'd waited so long for this moment.
     "Nicole, I want you to put your hands up above your head...
..that's it."
     Nicole brought her hands off his back and slid them up the slight
incline of the sofa until they were about five inches above her head,
her wrists crossed.
     "Nicole, you are unable to move your hands from the sofa. Try to
move them." Her upper arms moved but her hands stayed planted
as if nailed to the couch.
     "I can't move them, Alec!" Nicole gasped at her inability to
perform so simple a task.  Her voice had a hint of fright in it.
     "Nicole, the fact that you can not move your hands does not
worry you, do you understand?  It excites you, do you understand?" 
Nicole face took on that simmering look that signified her renewed
sexual excitement.
     Dr. Thornton kissed her again before moving up over her lithe
body to straddle her chest with his knees.
     Nicole got her first good look at her employer's turgid manhood. 
It was over nine inches long and thick, much bigger than her
husband's.  He was going to let her suck it.  God, she wanted to
suck it for him.
     "I want you to suck me for awhile, Nicole," Thornton said as he
gripped it at the base with his right hand. "It may not be for long; I
don't want to cum in your mouth.  If I tell you to stop, I want you to
open your mouth wide so I can pull it out quickly.  Do you
understand?"
     "Yes, Alec, I'll suck you," Nicole promised as her eyes zeroed in
again on his cockhead that hovered inches away.  Her tongue
darted out to lick her lips in anticipation.
     "Yes, you'll be doing a lot of sucking around here from now
on.....I want you to stick out your tongue as far as you can,"
Thornton instructed his secretary as he inched his knees under her
armpits.
     Nicole's long pink tongue rolled out like a welcome mat and
Thornton laid his cockhead on it.  Like a butterfly it flicked around
the bottom side of his glans, sending thrills throughout the man's
body. Thornton used his hand to smack his dick on her tongue
several times, enjoying the sight of his secretary doing a fine
impersonation of a baby bird waiting to get fed.
     Unable to wait longer, Thornton leaned forward and let his weight
be supported on his left hand on the couch near her frozen wrists.  A
quick hunch of his hips sent his dick down into Nicole's receptive
mouth.
     Nicole immediately began sucking and licking the three inches he
put in her mouth.  Her hot tongue was seemingly everywhere at
once; wrapping around the head, sliding along the bottom of his
shaft in a swirling motion.  She was quite good.  Then she lifted and
lowered her head from the couch as she worked her lips farther and
farther up his shaft.
     "Aaaah, Nicole, you suck cock like a pro!"  Thornton said down to
her as he watched his usually demure secretary try to devour more
of his manhood.  "That's it......Aaaah, yes....use your tongue. Christ,
that feels good!"
     'Too good,' Thornton realized as he felt an incredible urge to
flood her mouth with his sperm.  He had several weeks of sperm
waiting in his heavy balls.
     "Stop, Nicole!  Open your mouth!"  Thornton pulled his spit slick
phallus from her lovely mouth and squeezed the head tightly as he
killed the eruption that threatened to end his fun.  After a minute he
relaxed his grip and a spoonful of clear pre-cum oozed from his piss
slit and fell on Nicole's neck.  "Oh, Christ that was close.  You
almost made me cum, darling."
     Thornton got off the couch and walked to the end of the recliner,
giving himself some time to cool off before preceding.  Nicole lay as
she had been, her arms above her head, her long hair fanning
underneath her body, her breathing heavy. Thornton loved the lines
of her ribcage, the sloping conical breasts on either side of her
sternum, her sleek legs which were slowly rubbing against each
other.  He wanted to be inside her.
     Thornton began to crawl up over her body and Nicole spread her
legs in anticipation. Thornton dipped his head down into her crotch
and began blowing air across her clit and she squirmed under him,
wanting actual physical contact.  Thornton lapped his tongue over
her clit and Nicole groaned in pleasure. He'd supercharged her
sexual responsiveness and she was like a firecracker waiting to go
off.  Thornton wanted to be riding her when she went off.
     "I've got to fuck you, Nicole," Thornton said almost apologetically
as he rose up and moved his knees forward until they met the back
of her thighs.  His cockhead fell into her trimmed pubic patch as he
once again leaned over the lovely woman.
     "Oooh, yes, Alec, I want you inside me. I want you to make love
to me," Nicole encouraged as she looked down to see him move his
solid member to the opening of her pussy. "I want it all, Alec, please,
give it all to me."
     The girl's unconditional love, albeit it programmed, made
Thornton's prick jerk. He wanted to ram all nine inches up into her
belly in one thrust.  But he didn't want to hurt her or leave any
physical evidence of his illicit act.  Instead, he slowly thrust into
Nicole and felt her vagina begrudgingly open up before his
cockknob. She was tighter than he thought she might be. But it was
a tightness that he enjoyed.
     He felt the extremity of his penis press against her cervix.  Two
inches of his stiff lance still remained to go. Thornton was used to
being too much man for most of the woman he dicked.
     "Oooooo, I'm so full!" Nicole whined up at her new lover.
     "Baby, your husband's left me a nice tight pussy.  Time to open it
up a little." Thornton grabbed Nicole's sides just under her breasts
and he began thrusting in and out of her delicious pussy.  Her cute
tits began swaying in rhythm with his thrusts and her legs wrapped
around his pumping ass.
     Nicole was lost in a world of pleasure she had never known.  The
doctor's erection filled her like her husband could not, his strong
hands held her sides like a vise.  She'd never felt the passion that
her body sang with at that moment.
     'Why was it never like this before?' she wondered as she felt an
orgasm building up in her stuffed loins.
     "Ooooooh, Alec, Alec, sooo good....oh, oh, oh....oohh .....
Ohhhhhhh, OOOOOOOH!"  Nicole cried up at Thornton as her
pussy began quaking around his cock, sending tendrils of ecstasy
coursing through her body. Her hips bucked up against his thrusting
lance as her orgasm filled her body.  "OOOOOOOOOH, OOOOOH,
oooooooh, oooooooh, mmmmm, mmm!"
     Thornton stopped his thrusting and let his new mistress ride out
the storm of her orgasm.  Her cunt gripped and relaxed around his
cock like a man milking a cow.  Thornton was barely able to hold
back his own climax.  He didn't want to it to end that way; he wanted
to build up a hard fast rhythm and hold off until the last possible
moment before losing himself in her.
     Nicole lay still beneath him finally and he relaxed his grip on her
torso. His hands reached back and gripped her legs above the
knees and he brought them forward, pushing them up and back
toward her arms.  He shifted his feet onto the floor on each side of
the narrow couch and walked himself forward, all the time keeping
himself inside her.  His hands let her legs rest on his upper arms as
he gripped the sides of the couch near her head. In this new
position, Thornton could fuck downward into her raised hips.
     Nicole's eyes remained closed, her face turned to the side as her
employer began driving into her again.  The delicious pounding had
resumed and she worked her pussy muscles around the doctor's
shaft without really thinking about it.
     Thornton looked down at his big cock as it plunged into her petite
pussy lips, her clit exposed as his girth forced her lips wide, her flat
tummy now crisscrossed with lines of wrinkles due to the way her
body was pretzeled. Gasps escaped Nicole's slack mouth as he
hammered his hard-on down into her juicy quim, his cockhead
bottoming out with each stroke.  He began thrusting harder and
faster. He couldn't hold back any longer.
     "Uhhn, Uuuuhnnn, UUUHHNNNNN!"  Thornton bellowed as he
buried his boner into his sexy secretary a final time and left it there
as his nuts heaved and his spunk jetted through his cock into
Nicole's heavenly pussy.  He trembled over her trapped form as
pulse after pulse of his hot cum flooded her insides. Nicole
whimpered as he filled her to overflowing, their juices forced out
around his shaft to trickle down the crack of her ass.
    Dr. Thornton let Nicole's legs down and he fell on top of her,
totally spent. It had been better than he could have imagined. He
knew what he had done was terribly wrong.Yet he knew that there
would be others like Nicole.



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