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HypFant 6: Fifty/Fifty by MAW MC, MF Starring Shauna O'Brien (Over the
Wire)


    Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains graphic
descriptions of sexuality.  If this offends you, leave now. This is
fiction. Hypnosis does not work this way. If you feel like trying
this, seek help. 

    This story is based on a manufactured image at
www.Privatepages.com. Enjoy the site and the stories. All comments and
suggestions/scenarios welcomed. 


    "Don't drive angry" was a cardinal rule of traffic safety and one
that Lyle was breaking as much as the speed limit. Lyle was not only
angry, he was absolutely furious, a scowl breaking his handsome face,
his dark eyes glinting with rage and his skin almost the same shade of
red as his hair. He was pissed off and there was nothing that would
stop him from getting answers.

    Never again, Lyle thought. Never again would he trust Ron for
another thing as long as he lived. Ever since college, Ron had talked
Lyle into one stupid scheme after another, leaving at the first
opportunity and forcing Lyle to hold the bag. Yet, Lyle continued to
trust him. Well, not anymore. Ron had crossed the line this time.

    "Fifty-fifty" was how he'd put it. An even split between the two
in running the jewelry shop. Lyle had been reluctant to take on a
partner, especially Ron, but he'd agreed like an idiot.  He had to
admit, Ron did do some good work, but this morning that had changed.
When neither Ron or the last month's proceeds had arrived, Lyle had
immediately closed up shop and tore out on the freeway, finally coming
to Ron's home.

    Lyle took a few moments to steady himself. He didn't see Ron's car
in the driveway, so he probably wasn't there. Taking a deep breath,
Lyle got up from his seat and walked over to the  front door. He rang
the bell and tried to look presentable and calm as he waited. After a
few moments, the door opened and Joan was on the other side. Ron's
wife was a looker, tall with a great chest and long dark hair flowing
around her. She wore a simple dress and looked like she'd ran down the
stairs to answer the door. "Lyle, hi!" Lyle immediately noticed the
nervousness in her voice. "What are you doing here?" 

    "Looking for Ron," he said. "Can I come in?"

    "Um, sure, sure, go ahead." Joan moved aside to let him in. Lyle
pretended not to notice the suitcase he saw in the living room. He let
Joan walk him into the living room and into a seat.  She sat on the
sofa opposite him. "Sorry," Lyle said. "It's been a little chaotic at
work today." He leaned back and stuffed his hands into his coat
pockets. He felt something in his hand and remembered that he had to
cancel an appointment with an important customer interested in a
special necklace. Something else to take out on Ron. If he could find
out what happened. And that's when it hit him.

    Lyle's brother was a professional hypnotist and had attended a
party at Ron's house a few months ago. He'd been talked into showing
off and had given everyone a good time. Of special note was Joan, who
went a lot farther than the others when told she was a stripper.
Lyle's brother had stopped her before it got out of hand, but she
could have gone all the way. Lyle remembered his brother saying that
Joan was a uniquely receptive subject to both induction and
instruction, quite obedient. That gave Ron an idea. 

    "Actually, Joan, what I wanted to do was ask Ron about this," Lyle
said, pulling out a jeweled pendant attached to a chain. He dangled it
in between them, positioning it so the light struck the jewel just
right. "Our client loved it the first moment she saw it," Ron said.
"You have to agree it's eye-catching. It gets your attention the first
time you see it. The way it dangles in the air, swinging lightly side
to side, the light bouncing off of it as it turns, little flashes of
light coming over your vision. It's so relaxing to watch the lights
shine and swing, shine and swing." 

    The pendant was in a small swing, moving lightly side to side and
Joan's eyes were fixed to it. Already, her facial muscles were
relaxing. Lyle had learned a few things from his brother and could see
that Joan was easily falling under, faster than he expected. He kept
talking, shifting into a slightly deeper voice as he waved the
pendant. "It's so relaxing, Joan, to watch the pendant, to watch the
pretty lights shining off the pendant, to see them shine in your eyes.
The lights swing side to side, side to side, flashing into your eyes,
making you feel so relaxed and so calm. It's so wonderful, Joan, to
see the wonderful lights, so relaxing, so very relaxing. You can't
take your eyes away, Joan, you have to keep looking at the lights. The
lights, Joan, the wonderful lights. The wonderful swinging lights.
Swing and shine, swing and shine. Look at them, Joan. Look at them..."

    It took about half an hour for him to get her down to the right
level of trance and to get the whole story. It seemed Ron had gotten a
hot tip on a jewel coming into L.A. over the weekend. He had funds of
his own for the plane ticket, but not enough to completely cover the
jewel's cost. He had taken the money from the store, planning to buy
the jewel, then sell it at twice the cost and repay Lyle back in full.
It was more of Ron's irresponsibleness at work, jumping before he
thought. But, it was a good scheme, Lyle had to admit, one that might
give them both a huge boost. 

    As Joan told the story in a sleepy voice, Lyle had noticed his
cock hardening, the same way it had when he had saw her stripping
under trance at the party. He'd always been attracted to her and she
looked even more gorgeous now, totally relaxed, staring blankly at the
still swinging pendant, compliant to all his questions. Lyle took only
a moment to make his decision.  "Joan, you're feeling very relaxed
now, aren't you? In fact, every word I say sends you deeper and deeper
into this wonderful relaxation."

    "Yes..."

    "Yes, Joan and you love being this relaxed. You love it. It makes
you feel hot inside.  Like you feel when you and Ron are together. It
makes you feel all hot and excited. Every word I say makes you feel
excited and doing everything I say makes you feel all the more hot and
horny and you want to do everything I say, don't you, Joan?"

    "Yes.." Joan had a slight smile on her face, her hand caressing
her thigh in a way that made Lyle all the more harder. 

    "Joan, will Ron be back soon?"

    "No..He had to go to the bank..and meeting..not till tonight..Then
we leave.."

    "Good, good. Do everything I say, Joan, and your pleasure can be
rewarded. Now, stand up and take off all your clothes." Joan got to
her feet, still staring blankly forward. She unbuttoned the front of
her dress and slid it off. Undoing her bra, she let her breasts fall
free.  The sight of those large tits let loose nearly made Lyle come
right there but he held it. Joan slid her panties down her shapely
legs and stood naked before him. "Good. Now lie down on the couch,
Joan. Lie down, that's right." Joan lay on the coach, waiting for him.
Stripping in lightning fashion, Lyle straddled his partner's
hypnotized wife and leaned down and kissed her.  She answered with
more passion than he expected, nearly biting his tongue in half. He
pushed down on her, crushing her into the soft confines of the couch. 

    Lyle knew he had to go soon or he'd burst. He slid his lance into
her dark pussy and began to pump her. He kneaded her breasts with his
hands, playing with them, pinching the nipples and crushing those
wonderful tits as much as he could. It made her all the hotter, the
feeling in her chest combing with the one in her groin to drive her
more and more towards orgasm. She kissed him again, lost in the
ecstasy that the hypnotic trance was instilling, along with the great
fucking Lyle was giving her. His dick shoved into her pussy one more
time and that was all she could take. She came, a wild orgasm better
than any she'd ever had, her cry filling the entire house.

    Lyle removed his dick, but he wasn't done yet. He slid his hard
member in between Joan's breasts, squeezing them around his penis as
he shoved back and forth, leaving a sticky trail of semen along her
chest. He tickled it around the nipples and the curves, outlining them
with his own cum. He finally shoved it into Joan's face. She took it
and enthusiastically began to kiss it, rounding her lips around the
shaft and tickling the tip with her tongue. She was experienced at
this, Lyle could tell, and she was good at it too. She ran her lips up
and down the shaft as she licked the base and tip, alternating so that
the pleasure was continuous, washing like waves over Lyle. He closed
his eyes and let himself come again, his wad blasted into her throat
as she sucked at him, not letting his dick go until he was empty and
dry....although not for long.

    An hour later, Lyle left, leaving Joan asleep on the couch with no
memories of his visit.  He'd left a code word to send her back. He
decided to let Ron's little transgression go. After all, he was going
to make them some money and in the end Lyle came out ahead on the
deal. Ron had promised they'd split everything fifty-fifty. Why
shouldn't half of his wife be part of the bargain?



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