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Julia Always - 1 (MF, intr-asian, affair)
by Anonymous Author (c) 1995
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I had moved from wishing I could dare touch this beautiful girl, to
actually planning to have sex with her. Some part of me realized this was
wrong, but I couldn't stop... I arranged a "compromise" with myself... no
penetration. Of course what we were doing was even more intimate than
actual intercourse anyway!
Over the next two days I had driven back to my home in Oregon, and when I
returned to work things had changed. Julia seemed quite distant to me, in
fact to everyone, and was even grumpy during rehearsals, something I'd
almost never seen her do before. I asked around whether something was
wrong, but nobody had heard anything negative. I decided to wait for the
approach I had suggested to her, but two more days passed before (as I
found out later) her husband had left town on a trip.
By this time my thoughts had refixated themselves on her, almost to the
exclusion of good sense, I sneaked glimpses at her through the trees, as
she made her way to and fro across campus. When we came close to each
other, she smiled, and joked around with me as before. I think the caution
(even avoidance!) was more on my part than hers, now that I look back at
this short period-at any rate, it soon ended.
On the second night after her husband had departed, I was in my own dorm
room, working late on my computer. I was surprised to hear my telephone
ring at about 1:30 AM! long after everyone should have been asleep.
"Hello..."
"Gene..." it was Julia's voice!
"Julia?! What's going on?" I queried. Why was she phoning me this late?
"Can you come over for a minute?"
"Julia, it's almost two o'clock! What's wrong?"
"...I don't know, I just wanted to talk," came her reply, in a very casual
tone of voice. "I can't sleep, were you awake too?"
"Julia, you know what?"
"What?"
"You don't sound all that wide-awake to me... Your voice is a little
thick..."
"It is?"
"Yes, I can hear it, it's pretty thick, as if you were tired..."
"I don't know," came the response, in a tiny voice.
"You know, I bet that in a minute, as we talk I'll hear a big, big, big
yawwwnnn, and it might surprise you... a really big yawn... it just sounds
as if you just might have to..."
I stopped, for the sound of a jaw-cracking yawn came over the phone!
"How did you know?" she said.
I ignored her question. "You'll probably have to yawn again," I went on.
"Didn't you realize you were that tired before you called?"
"No, I really am awake... eeeahhhhnnnhhh..."
"How can that be?"
"You know I'm pretty suggestible... when you talk about yawning, I just
have to... have to..." her voice trailed off, and heard her try to suppress
another yawn, "fuck," she said in a matter-of-fact voice.
"Julia, I just heard how really truly sleepy you sound. Stop a second and
think. It's two A.M.... right?"
"Yeah, but..."
"It's late and everyone's sleepy. Really very very sleepy. If you'll just
concentrate a moment you'll see... really VERY SLEEPY."
"Yeah, I guess," she said again.
"You are really very sleepy. Really quite sleepy, aren't you? Isn't that
what you feel?"
"Y-y-yes, I guess I am." Her voice had slowed markedly, and I thought I
heard a deep sigh.
"I knew it, in just a moment you'll give a great yawn, and your eyes will
just begin to close, I know they will. I'll wait..."
And in about ten seconds I heard a yawn, then a sigh. I began to stroke my
cock with trembling fingertips, but my voice was its usual deep presence.
"Tell me how you feel."
"I really am sleepy."
"You're more than sleepy, I can hear it in your voice," I continued. "I
know what it feeeels like, I can almost see it sweeeeping over you... I'll
describe it, and you tell me if it isn't happening, right now."
I heard another sigh, and I rubbed myself even harder. My cock was so
thick, I thought my hand would barely reach around it to stroke and tickle
its steel-hard length.
"You're going to fall fast asleep very soon. You'll have deep, wonderful
exciting dreams tonight, I'm sure of it! Listen, hold the phone right up to
your ear... don't let go, no matter how sleepy and heavy you feel, don't
release the phone, yes?"
"Yes." Her voice was a little breathless, and even smaller now, as she
began yielding to my suggestions.
"This might help... repeat my phrases, and you'll see how true they are.
Just tell me how you can't stop yawning... Julia?"
".... I.... can't stop ... eeehhhnnnaannning."
"You are sleepy..."
"I ... ammm... sleepy."
"...Soooo verrrrery sleepy"
"...sssooo very... mmmmmmm... sleepy..."
"It feels good to be so drowsy... drowwwwsy."
"...feels goood... eeeehhhhaaaawwwnnn..."
"It is a delicious feeling... just sooo delicious, to feeellll yourself
letting go, letting goooo, and jusst beginning to sink down... down into
deep sleep. Deeeep sleeep..."
".... sleeee," crooned her voice in instant response.
"Are your eyes still open?"
"...mmmm..."
"I bet in just a moment they'll feel soo heavy and full, sooo heavy, and
puffy and heavy and sleepy... I'll wait until you feel them begin to
droooop dowwwnnnn."
"...... mmmmmm..."
"Sooooo gooood to feel sleepy..."
"Mmmmmmmm..."
"Julia, you'll be fast asleep soon, but you'd better brush your teeth and
get ready for your deeeep, soft, bed first... OK?"
"Mmmmmm... yes..."
"What's your most comfy, softest, thinnest night thing you wear when you're
soo sleepy?"
"Mmmmmm..."
"Keep just barely awake for now. Do you have a soft, soft, comfy little
shirt you wear?"
"Mmmm. yyyesss, it's... a long ... mmmmmm... shirt for bed..."
"It's soft, and wraps up your sleepy sleepy skin in soft soft sleep..."
"Ooooo..."
"I know you'll want to wear it to your beddie tonight. Later, when you are
deep asleep, your skin will probably become very, very sensitive, Julia.
Sensitive to pleasure. When you sleep."
"When I sleep."
"That's right, your skin will feel tingly from your nightshirt, and it will
help you to have dreams. Dreams."
"Dreammms..."
"Your dreams will make you tingle. They'll last and last. You'll remain
deep asleep allll through your thrilling dreams. You'll smell and taste and
feellll very exciting things while you sleep."
"While I ... sl..."
When you hang up, you'll wash and brush your teeth and do your toilet. And
when you are alllll clean and sleepy, you'll stop by your door, and unlock
it. I'm sure that you'll want your door to be unlocked for your trip down,
down into deep deep sleep. Poor Julia, you're sooo sleeeepy, you can just
make it to your bathroom and your door to unlock it, before you sink
downnn... downnnn... into deep slumber... deeper and deeper into
slumber...."
".... d....eep...errrr..." came a whisper I could just hear over the
receiver.
"Your eyes?"
"...heavy... "
"Your arms and legs..."
"... mmmmmmm... heavy..."
"Feels soo good..."
"...mmmmm yessssss..."
"You are giving in to sleeep... it is washing over you so heavy and
deeeep..."
"....hvvv..." her response came so slowly, I knew she was in danger of
sleeping right where she sat!
"Julia!" I interjected now, "go ahead and get ready for bed now... I know
that once you're deep, deeep asleep you will have many deep, exciting
dreams. I'm sure that there will be feeeelings and smellllls and sounnnnds
that will cause you to experience the deeeepest most exciting dreams. Only
an emergency will let you awaken. The excitement of the dreams will hold
you deep, deep, deep. You won't want to awaken. Only your deeeep self will
know these dreams. Only your deep self will let your body respond without
shame or hesitation... because you will remember nothing when you awake
tomorrow."
"...mmmmm"
"Your dreams will be dreams of sweet, sweet slavery. You will obey my
commands while asleep. You will obey, you feel helpless to resist...
helpless and limp now, your muscles have alll relaxed and softened, until I
bring them back to quiver at my commands. You may not awaken. You want only
to sleep and thrill. You will need the release of orgasm. I will command it
and your body will obey. I will command. You will obey. Obey. Obey...
"You will obey completely and fully in your deepest dream, over and over,"
I said forcefully, "and now let's say goodbye."
"... ohhh... goodbye..." but the sound of another yawn and breathing still
came over the line!
"You may hang up now and get ready for bed. Hang up and prepare for deep
sound sleep." There was a click.
I was dressed only in shorts and sandals during my short walk to her door
about an hour later. It had taken all my will power not to masturbate
immediately. The campus was so deserted I saw no one as I approached her
door. I tried the handle and found it unlocked as I had hoped. I made my
way back down the darkened hall, listening for voices, but hearing nothing.
Pausing outside her bedroom, I listened closely, and again heard nothing,
so I cautiously eased the door open, and peered into the room.
What I saw was unbelievably arousing! There was her small form lying atop
their futon, uncovered by blanket or sheet, dressed only in a long t-shirt!
Her curls splayed out from her head as she lay unmoving in the pale light
from walkway lamp outside.
As I held my own breath, I could make out the sound of hers. It was not the
heavy breathing of a sound sleeper, but seemed rather shallow and
controlled. Was this a feint? I waited, letting my eyes become accustomed
to the dim light.
Maybe she had been waiting to know I was coming over, but her breathing
finally slowed and sounded more profound. Still I waited, until I could
detect a very light snoring rasp purring out through her nostrils.
Now I dared approach closer, to study this feminine treasure so near to
hand. Her abdomen rose and fell with truly deep breathing. Her face was in
shadow. She gave not a twitch as I removed my trousers, then suddenly
remembered to go back out and bolt the apartment door! My cock quiveringly
preceded me back down the hall and I shed my sandals as I reentered her bed
chamber.
Her form now lay on its back, one arm thrust outward, and the right knee
slightly bent inwards over the other. I moved as near to her face as I
could get, and imagined my cock disappearing between glistening lips, being
sucked avidly. It could happen! Would it tonight? I was hard as a rock, and
slightly sweaty, so I rubbed my hand deep between my legs, and extended it
towards the slumbering face beneath me.
No response. I rubbed my hand over and over my balls, and the sweaty flesh
behind them, as I knew this was maximally odiferous. Careful! I felt the
small flash and saw that under my excitement, fluid was beginning to drip
from the tip of my penis. Wait! I just rubbed my hand over my glans
roughly, and the impulse to climax faded. Now I had more secretions to hold
near Julia's nose.
One, two, three seconds passed, then I heard a low grunt, and saw the curls
shift slightly on their pillow. I kept my hand in position, and as she
shifted again I lifted one knee onto her bed. Now my genitals were very
close to her face. I pulled back just as another droplet squeezed out and
fell to her pillow!
I heard a little moan now, and dared to look down along her slumbering
form. It was tenser, more alive now, a knee flexed itself, and my eyes, now
accustomed to the dim light, could make out the contours of her bosom as it
began to rise and fall more noticeably. Her breathing had shallowed again.
My cock now very near her lips and nose was twitching mightily, and I
feared imminent ejaculation, so I forced myself back once again, and turned
my close attention to her torso. The light from the window gave her small,
firm contours maximum definition. Her upper arms were trim and muscled from
regular workouts.
I grasped her shirt at the shoulders and lifted it up from its clinging
drape. I moved the material slowly and rhythmically in small circles, the
material now grazing and brushing over breasts and belly repeatedly. I
watched her face as it turned upwards into the light, and saw her lips
tense and pucker and relax again, a small smile lifting them at one corner.
The corner of her dear little mouth twitched again and again as I continued
my fabric caresses.
Now I couldn't resist more intimacies, and I found my fingertips beginning
to touch the flesh of shoulders and upper arms. My avid gaze was fixed on
those delectable mounds which I could see had become engorged. I brushed
fabric more roughly over these and was startled by a sudden loud groan,
almost of pain it seemed. I jerked back, ready to flee, but saw that she
had now turned flat onto her back, and that her shirt was riding up her
thighs, as they had begun a churning motion of their own!
Her hips began to writhe about from side to side. The shirt hiked up
farther and farther. Soon her curly pubic hair peeped into my view, and I
could see the large tendons in her thighs tensing repeatedly. Her tummy
flexed and curled. Her hands trailed up her belly, and began a
back-and-forth motion across her bosom. She was stimulating herself in her
sleep! Her exhalations became hums, then moans very quickly, and my own
hand jerked onto my cock without my knowledge.
The sight of her rising hips, the knobby breasts being tickled and brushed
by her fingers and my own touch was all it took to send me up the slope of
no return. Try as I might to wait, my libido had now taken over. I had just
enough time to position myself over her head, a knee by each ear, penis and
balls directly over her face, and let them dangle down to brush her nose. I
wanted to just collapse on top of her, but tortured myself by remaining
poised on all fours as a sharp pleasure/pain heralded the upwelling of my
semen. I sat back on my heels and moaned softly, restraining my stroking
hand so I could watch my own penis lurch upwards and send a thick blob of
liquid out to fall onto her nightshirt. Another lurch, the cock almost
staring upward into my face now, bulbous at the glistening tip, and the
lava dribbling back down off its head onto her body.
As my rigid tube of flesh began to sag and droop, a small dollop dropped
onto Julia's lips and chin. One of her hands shot downward between her
legs, which closed greedily around it and squeezed together. My head now
sagged down and my own muscles lowered my genitals right onto her face.
Tingles shot through my testicles as I felt her moans vibrate my perineal
area. I actually surged a final time onto her neck, as she reached a
climax, her body legs out straight and rocking sideways at the hips.
"This is only your very first climax tonight, my darling," I whispered,
almost inaudibly, but a part of her must have heard it, because she gave
another low moan immediately. Her motions were soon quieted and I lifted
myself from her face, now covered in a sheen of our mingled perspiration. I
hurried to fetch a warm washcloth for myself, and brought one back to the
bedroom to lave her face and neck ever so gently. Her head offered no
resistance as I raised her chin to clean and stroke her neck.
I lifted an arm slightly, and dropped it back down. It bounced on the futon
and lay still as stone. I raised the other hand, bringing it up to my face
to inhale the pungent perfume of her secretions. The limb seemed to weigh a
ton, and I arranged it to lay upwards from the shoulder. I continued my
insistent phrases as I now slid her shirt up and off her shoulders,
rendering her completely nude.
Moving to the hall, I turned on the light, and the sight of her nakedness
began renewing my erectile tissues instantly. Now however, I felt more in
control of my own responses, as well as hers. I relished the sweet surge of
blood into my member as it dangled and waved in the air over the muscled
yet slack form of my slave. Yes, my slave. I knew she was mine, at least
for tonight!
"Yes, my darling Julia," I murmured, "...in your dream you are compelled
now to raise your arms above your head, to slide the hands up and up until
they clasp over your head, and there they remain until I order them to
move. Yes they are locked above you now. In your dream your eyes will soon
open and your sleeping self will then see, directly above you, your master.
Your master. Here is your master. Opening your eyes now and look upon your
master!"
I turned myself around, straddling her waist, and her eyes opened wide, and
her lips made an "oh" as she fixed her stare directly up towards my penis,
now fully erect again as I stood over her on the futon, pointing my rigid
length up along her sweat-sheened body which soon began to writhe again.
Her eyes were fixed upon the knob of my cock as it bulged and strained with
my lust. Her arms still "chained" above her head tilted her tiny breasts up
as their nodules looked like dimpled, succulent fruit.
"Julia... your skin is tingling all over as you feel my gaze compel your
heat, to begin flowering from your very center, a deep deep strain and a
need in your very center. The need to present yourself to me. The need to
display and show your whole self to me is unbearable now, and I will cause
your knees to open, you are opening now, opening wider and looser, opening
your legs, your thighs open wide apart, you must show your flower to me, it
plumps up with your excitement, up towards your master, now!
"Good..." I husked, as her knees fell wide apart onto the mattress to
reveal a sopping wet pussy. I knelt now between her knees and just laid the
length of a superheated cock over her mound of Venus, which was so
lubricated with her spendings that I could have slid it right inside! Her
pelvis rotated against my presence, and her moaning increased in volume.
She attempted to trap the head of my prick in her greasy folds, and I
became aware that her little clitoris was itself hard as a rock.
Her eyes had not followed me down, but now roamed abstractedly up, staring
blindly at the ceiling, as her physical need peaked again. She uttered a
low groan, and I saw her jaw muscles clench. I bent my member upwards and
let it snap down against her pudendum, once, twice, and then my aching
flesh was suddenly bathed in moisture. She had let loose a veritable gusher
of pungent liquid from her gaping portal. It squirted out onto my hands as
I reached down to lift her buttocks off the mattress. It squirted yet again
as I bent to suck on her exposed flesh strongly. The flesh of her inner
thighs glistened as I spread her spendings with light fingertips, around
and around.
I pushed her back down and ordered her to turn over.
She whimpered, but her body obeyed, and I was now gazing down at two
perfectly pink and clenched buttocks which were soon raised off the
mattress. Her muscle tone was superb, and as I positioned myself at her
rear, there was no superfluous flesh to pull aside, her entire perineum was
displayed in angry pink and brown shininess.
"You must feel my long, long cock sliiidde innnto you now."
"Yes, Master! Please!"
And now it happened. Into the hottest, wettest tunnel slid inch after inch
of my cock (not too long, but that night it seemed to stretch out a mile)!
I could only husk out: "Each inch makes you more and more obedient, Julia."
"Ohhhhh..." her butt poked out and back, its hard contours like an archery
target swallowing my shaft in slow motion! "Yessss... soooo goooddd..."
"Further in," I crooned, "further... and further up inside you..."
"Yes, Master! please make me your slave girl now!"
Holy shit, I thought, making my final inch last forever, she's gotten into
this in a big way!
"Silence, slave girl," I murmured, acting out my "part" very willingly
indeed! "Feel every inch of my hot thick cock pushing up, up, up into your
bunny now. Yes, I feel you squeezing tight, what is happening to you now?"
I slid a free hand below to toy with her slippery, lumpy labia and waited
for her answer.
It came with a drugged, "little-girl" type of voice that brought my seed
right up to the front of my nuts! "I... am... full of your hard cock,
Master," she moaned.
"And you are... DEEP-ly HYP-notized..." I urged, pulling back and forth
slightly with each phrase.
"Oh... so deep... so deeeeee..."
Her voice faded. Her anus was elevated and stretched taut as my tube
inserted directly below, began as slow a fucking motion as I could stand. I
knew I couldn't last, and I now began simply toying with that stiff little
nubbin I felt, through the sopping, juicy curls that rimmed my meat.
"Master will now order you to come, Julia, and you will find that the more
silent you remain, the deeper and quicker will be your climax. Deep,
silent, strong, Master says to let go now! Let it FEELLLL so good now!"
Well, friends, this was the biggest sexual rush I had yet experienced in my
ten or eleven years of moderate sexual success! I just knelt there,
twiddling her, our only two points of contact my shaft and my fingers. My
stalk was gripped and rotated as Julia's pelvis began circling tightly and
jerking sporadically. She made no sounds other than continuous short gasps,
and the gooshing sound of her impalement was very loud indeed! as her moist
interior was soon receiving my own outpouring of pearly milk. The cock slid
back and forth suddenly freer, lubricated by my spendings and her own ooze.
This was heaven! Even as I spent myself, the thick sphincters she commanded
were gripping and relaxing, and the softest of deep humming moans attested
to her climactic surge.
I talked her down slowly, letting her pelvis drop dripping away from my
now-teeny penis.
An older friend, Pat, had turned out to be another willing subject to my
hypnotic abilities.
Pat had told me she was coming up from north of L.A. during the summer, and
over the phone had let me know in no uncertain terms that she expected some
sexual fun while she was there. I was heavily involved with Julia now, but
I knew I could involve Pat in almost any scene I devised as long as no
physical harm or danger were involved.
Pat is in her low 50's, and has led a very independent life... on the
surface! In private, she was a willing submissive, and our "play" with
hypnosis had always turned her on!
In this, her love of playing the submissive complemented my fantasy of
being a masterful seducer of women. More real than fantasy with Pat! as I
had found out on several occasions, her mind was kinky enough to pull her
body along...
She arrived in town on this particular afternoon, and was fairly brazen in
expressing her physicality. I had arranged a bedroom for her in the guest
suite, but we both knew where she'd be staying that night! I had already
introduced her to Julia, and the two women had hit it off instantly. Pat
was at least partially bisexual, and she exerted a powerful warmth to which
Julia responded.
After dinner this particular evening, Pat was washing the dishes (I had
cooked the meal after all!), dressed only in a soft houserobe. We had been
teasing each other over the meal, playing footsie and being rather brazen
with our food, and I knew her excitement level matched mine!
I now outlined a little one-act play for her that would begin very soon,
and her breath caught as she agreed with the concept. She was to be the
housewife alone in the evening, and I the proverbial salesman at the
door... with a difference!
"Go back and finish cleaning up," I said, half- playfully, and in just a
few minutes you'll be feeling very, very interesting things!" I kissed her
deeply, and held it until her eyes opened. I stared compellingly down at
her and, pulling my head back away widened my eyelids theatrically.
I reached out and one palm pressed up against her pudendum, while the other
squeezed the nape of her neck. She half- giggled, and said "I can't wait
long, honey!" and, when I released her, sashayed back into the kitchen.
While she dried dishes and pans, I phoned Julia, and found she was alone. I
suggested I come over and pick her up soon, there was someone she should
meet. To forestall resistance, I used the vocal pitch and tone that over
time had served to ensure her compliance, and she agreed.
"Pat's an old friend of mine, Julia," I explained, facing her in her suite.
"We're cooking up a little encounter that I know will be interesting to
you, and I know you'll want to watch. You will want to see everything, and
I suggest you go on over ahead of me. You won't need to act at first, Pat
just wants to chat," I explained,though my own plans were much more
elaborate! "and you can just hang out and watch the drama. Go ahead," I
urged, "go on over now."
After she had left, I wandered around her suite, into her bedroom. I
couldn't resist the temptation to snoop a bit, and lo and behold, in the
back of her underwear drawer I discovered a vibrator! This was not the
standard drug-store issue, but there was a butt plug that said "anal" to
me!
"Yes, mademoiselle," I went on, "I know you'll like this particular gem, I
have been saving it for a very special customer! Now, indulge me, please,
and just sit down on your sofa there, while I set the stage... you'll find
it worth it, I know!"
I plugged in a directional reading lamp on the coffee table and darkened
the rest of the apartment. Theatrically, I reached into my pocket, and with
a "Voila" extracted a large paste emerald on a long necklace. Pat played
along with a stagy "O-o-o!" but she had caught on, and was already
squirming just a little!
I continued some patter about the lost reaches of the Andes as I just
dangled and toyed with the stone, moving it in and out of the lamplight,
and finally letting it hang from its chain. I swung it lightly back and
forth.
"In the hands of a master, you see," I began, "this emerald is more than
just a precious gem! I know secrets in the stone that many women have
begged me to reveal!" Pat was already into it, she had lost her wry smile,
and had perched herself forward on the couch, "pretending" to be
fascinated. More than pretending now...
"Every stone has secrets buried deep within," I want on. "Like people, you
must see past the surface glitter and sparkle and gaze deep, deep inside,
you must study very closely... I see that my gem interests you,
mademoiselle!"
Pat nodded.
"I will teach you a little something now," I continued. "Watch how I move
the stone, watch that sparkle, follow it closely, try to see way inside
it." I held it up now, swinging it freely, lifting it directly into the
light, raising it gradually as it swung.
"I see you have been caught by the mystery and excitement... watch it swing
for a few moments... yes, women find it so fascinating... just to try to
see inside... to see all the secrets... to know its deep, deep secrets
brings a thrill, if only one can watch and concentrate..."
I had now caught her up for real, her eyes blinked as she squinted a little
as the glints from the stone flickered over and over her upturned face.
"I.. feel... strange," she husked out. She was playing her "resistance"
game now, a habit she fell into that always helped her feel more
"overcome."
"Watch the light, Mademoiselle," I answered in a deep tone. "You may speak
as you watch it swinging so heavily back and forth, over and over..."
"I... it makes me a little... dizzy... I think..."
"A part of you is resisting the spell of the stone. You will enjoy the
feelings you experience as allll that melts slowly away. Slowly, just like
the light. Slowly... deeply."
"...But I don't know... you're a stranger," came the small voice.
"The light, stare deeply into the light. You feel your eyes pulling you
inside the sparkle, and you are lost now inside as it pulls your eyes back
and forth, back and forth, follow it until I release you. You will find it
pleasant to relax," I said. "I will help you, and I am not a stranger...
how can I be strange when I know sooo many, many deep, deep heavy secrets?
So many secrets of the light... of the light... Sit back now, and you will
see." She nodded and sank back as I moved closer and deepened my voice
further.
"I have captured your gaze now, Mademoiselle," I intoned. "I hold your gaze
in my stone, it is a magnet, you find you must watch it closer and deeper.
Your body is motionless. Watch it, and you will soon relax more and more,
your eyelids are drooping, they feel heavy, you hear my voice... you hear
only my voice... yes... try to keep your eyes on the line of deep deep
light," as I lifted it higher still. "Your eyes follow the light everywhere
as they feel heavier and heavier."
"...heavy - er..." As the gem slowed to a stop, I moved it gently around in
a slow random path, followed by Pat's face, blinking slowly now herself.
She had let her arms fall to her sides, and her head leaned back as she
gave a sigh. She had stopped all her nervous movement as she fell into
trance.
"I have seen all the secrets here, just as I will discover all your secrets
now," I went on... we had been down this path before, and it rarely failed
to turn her on! "My eyes can see deep inside, they penetrate, they command
the revealing of all the deep deep deep things inside you. The stone gives
me great power, the power flows out from me and penetrates you. You feel
it, yes you do..." as her head jerked slightly, and she tried to move her
mouth.
At the word "feel," I heard a small sigh from Julia, still standing stock
still near me. I reached and raised her hand, and she let me straighten her
arm out at shoulder height. I draped the pendulum chain over her hand. A
few suggestive caresses, and the arm tensed into rigidity. "I will let your
eyes close for a moment, and you will soon reopen them to my inspection.
Yes, feel them sink down, you have lost control now...do they want to stay
open? Can they?"
"...yes... no... ... I don't...I can't..." Her lids drooped under spasming
lids as her voice thickened. Her brows lifted futilely a couple of times,
and she sighed.
"I control them. So heavy, so beautifully thick and soft and heavy. Soon, I
will let them open again, but for now, you sink into my voice. Now you hear
my voice only. Hear, and obey. Hear and obey. Obey. Obey. Obey..."
"...Yesss," came the sigh as Pat's lips relaxed into a gentle smile and she
sank back against the cushions.
"When I open them, your eyes will look deep, deep into my own. You will see
nothing else. You will hear nothing. Your lids are lifting now. Open your
eyes to my penetration."
I moved my face closer to hers, angling the light for most dramatic effect.
When her lids struggled upwards again, she gave a little gasp at meeting my
stare, and I sensed a physical tremor shake her body.
Julia was already still, and breathing unsteadily as she concentrated hard
on the stone in her own hand.
"Speak now, Mademoiselle," I said. "Turn your eyes up toward Julia, she
wants to see them."
"I have entered a hypnotic state," came the slow, low- pitched monotone, as
I began to press and stroke Pat's shoulders and neck. "I have no will. I
have to listen and obey. I will obey. I am hypnotized, and I fall deeper
and deeper into my trance as I speak. Deeper. Deee..." and her voice
trailed off now as I massaged her jaw muscles, causing her chin to droop
open.
I took her chin and began caressing her brow. "I see you yearn for control.
Deeper and deeper now you sink into my power. I fill you, I control your
every thought and action. You are helpless as you watch me!"
I released her, and backed away, her wide-eyed stare following my face. I
now made theatrical gestures with hands and fingers, caressing gestures,
beckoning gestures. She lifted herself and sat forward again, arms still
limp at her side. They hung toward the floor as her shoulders pulled her
more and more forward, her face relaxed, her lips now open as her jaw
drooped.
"You want only my voice now." She nodded. "You hear and obey me." Another
nod. "I am penetrating you, I am passing through you at will. You are now
my tool. You. Are. Under. My. Complete. Control. You will now say the magic
phrase 'Yes, Master.'"
"...nnnoo..."
I moved right up to her face again and widened my eyes, she followed suit.
"'Yes, Master.'"
"...Yes... Mas...ter..." came the low whisper, and I backed away.
"Your right arm is raising right up now," and I gestured gently towards her
hand. "Good. You feel my control over your body." Soon the arm stretched
rigidly erect to one side, the twin of Julia's still stuck out before her.
I let it fall limp again.
"I will control your hands now, your hands reaching up, up to your robe.
The buttons. You must unbutton your robe. Good. Your hands pull the robe
apart... no, you can't fight my command, opening wider, wider... good, drop
your hands. Yes, Mademoiselle, your bosom is indeed lovely. Yes, I can see
your breasts, and you feel them warm as my gaze penetrates all your
defenses."
Now Pat's features shifted into a sleepy smile as I continued passing my
hands in front of her. My fingers began circling in front of her tits and
she watched them approach her flesh. I stayed just out of contact with her.
"Watch my fingertips as they stimulate your response now," I ordered. Soon
she shifted forward a little, breathing harder, trying to make contact. I
backed slightly further and stopped her motion just before she would topple
forward off her couch.
"Your body has awakened, but you may not rise until I suggest it," I said.
"You feel your bottom and your thighs, they sink heavily into the cushion,
you are my captive."
She panted a little now, leaning her torso forwards, eyes pleading with me.
"Very good, Mademoiselle," I continued. "You are now helpless to resist any
command... helpless. Say it!"
"I ... am ... helpless to resist..."
"I have been observing you all evening, and you can have no secrets from
me. I am now going to put you very sloowwwly into a deep sexual heat. You
will feel no shame as you respond to me."
I knew Pat loved me to talk about her body.
"Back... back..." I now intoned, motioning her to lie back again against
the sofa cushions.
"The warmth in your bosom will increase, and you will soon feel them
tingle.... yes, they will fill and swell and ache with need as I begin to
focus you on them. My fingertips are so close to them, do you see them
circling, circling round and round, round and round?"
"Yes, master." Her eyelids soon retracted, giving her a bug-eyed
appearance.
"You will be more aware than ever before of their weight as they lie upon
your chest, yes... their length, as your deep breathing lifts... and
drops... lifts... and drops... good! Don't they feel warmed and tingly now?
Yesss, mademoiselle, your head nods and your eyelids begin drooping... yes
they close now, as you become totally aware of your breassssts... your
wonderful, heavy breassstssss..." I hissed, as I extended my index fingers
now up to her rib cage, and very slowly began to let them circle around the
base of each titty.
Her breath caught, and her back arched, but I retreated so as to keep the
touch maddeningly light. The fingertips circled for a while until I began
to draw their spiral motion outward, oh so gradually, towards the nipples.
I thought she would jerk and writhe around to stimulate them before I
wished, but she was motionless... seemingly paralyzed with waiting. Only
the beginning tremors of her abdomen and the rise of her chest marred her
stillness. Now I was circling about an inch from her aureoles, and I let my
fingers slow even more.
"Look, Julia," commanded, "have you ever seen such engorgement? See, the
nipples are almost purple, you can see their tiny openings as they point
up, up into the air! Patricia..."
"Uhhhhh..."
"Patricia... your bosoms are tingling and swollen. I will now give you an
image in your mind. Within the hot hot flesh of your bosoms are tubes. They
are your milk tubes. The tubes begin deep, deep within your breasts, and
they stretch outwards until they poke out from your breasts, the tubes turn
into nipples and they are so stiff and hard now! Yes, they feel like long,
long hot rigid tubes, like hot spikes sticking wayyy up into the air as the
tingling moves inwards..."
"Ohhhh....." came her groan as she arched her chest out into my fingers...
"The flesh is hot, hot, hot... the breasts are like electric volcanos, you
begin to feel pressure deep within. The milk tubes are too sensitive to
touch directly, they feel electric, as they grow more and more rigid, and I
will trace them now down, inside your bosom..." as my fingertips now joined
and moved in a straight line down her chest and stomach, circled her
quivering navel and paused at the upper hem of her pantyhose.
"I command you to speak now of your desires. You will speak."
"My titties are hot," she breathed, "sooo hot! I feel like I want to be
stroked and stroked allll along my titties."
I had her repeating the phrase about her tits as I loosened the nightgown
so it fell off her shoulders. Her huge nipples wobbled from the jiggling of
their elongated breasts, and I wriggled my own fingers briefly near their
freckled surface before turning my attention to Julia. She stood still as
stone, and her eyes were closed again. I pulled her to the couch, directly
in front of Pat, and caused her to kneel.
"Open your eyes now," I murmured, "and your gaze will fall on Patricia's
body. Hear her words. Look at her breasts. They ache with need. You find
her responses fascinating, you are curious and excited now, Julia. Listen
very, very carefully, and you will find her words very compelling.
"Patricia, you are quickening now under my commands." I ordered, as I saw
her fingers curling and uncurling. "Clasp your hands tightly behind your
head... quickly, tighter and tighter, now they are frozen behind your had,
you cannot release them, they make you feel as if you are in bondage to my
will. You are unable to move, but you may continue describing what you want
to feel now..."
"Yes, Master," she answered willingly. "My titties are very hot. They need
to be stroked and tickled."
And Julia, eyes now raptly fixed on Pat's pendulous, creamy slopes, reached
out a hand, and immediately began molding and smoothing the flesh that
swelled before her eyes... Pat moaned as she continued.
Both the younger woman's hands played and danced over the mounds that
jerked and flushed with pleasure. Julia's own face had flushed bright
crimson, but her eyes remained open, as she oriented her whole attention
onto those succulent slopes tipped with their rich, dark brown treasures.
Patricia crooned and begged for more attention. "Suck me, milk me," she
begged, and I now reached under one breast and lifted it slightly upwards.
"Look right at that nipple, Julia," I whispered, "you know how good it
feels when soft soft lips begin to pull and tug on a nipple, they feel sooo
long and TINGLY, you want to obey me, you cannot resist the nipple, you
will suck it now."
The lips parted, and the head bent forward and kissed the proffered fruit,
as with a moan, Julia obeyed. After only a moment, I pulled her head back
gently by her hair. Out popped an angry red nipple, as hard as a spike, and
Pat whimpered with disappointment.
"It's soo good to suck and suck, Julia," I said, "and as soon as alll your
clothing is off you will lie flat on your back on the floor and you will
feel the thrill as you milk and suck on Pat's hot, hot nipples. Good.
That's right, all your clothing, annnd your little panties too! Good girl!
and you lie on the floor now. You may touch and tickle your bunny now."
I pressed a hand into her crotch briefly, before her own pushed mine aside.
I had taken over nursing Pat, and now, I pulled upwards, forcing her to
stand, where she swayed while I quickly stripped the last of her garments
away. I then had Pat kneel over the girl so her bosoms swayed and circled
around just over Julia's face. I locked her elbows straight, and still her
angry brown tips brushed the waiting lips below.
The girl's free hand reached up and grasped one breast. I moved behind my
girlfriend and lightly molded her buttocks as she squatted there. I brushed
and teased them, and began repetitive stroking of her soaking wet hairs,
always urging her backside upwards, and soon I had a connoisseur's view of
a puckered anus, down a hairy glade to Pat's familiar cunt, now poking up
as far as her arching spine could lift it!
"Change hands now, Julia. Stroke them so lightly and tickly, Pat loves to
be sucked and tickled, your hungry lips find the other one, good, back and
forth, it makes her nipples feel soooo lonnnggg and now they are hot and
slick with your lips and fingers pulling and pulling, yes, they are slick
with your own fluids, I see! Patricia is now feeling sharp twinges deep
within her..." I said hastily, seeing the look of contorted pleasure twist
her features... "Patricia. You. Are. Be...ing... Milllllked."
"Yessssss... milllked... milked.. milkedmilkedmilked..."
The head of my organ now shimmered in the lamplight as I smeared it over
and over with Pat's copious juices. It clenched itself as I jiggled it over
the lips, as her backside kept her slick folds in motion now "...You feel
as if you were about to come now, right through those nipples, just as if
you were beginning to squirt, squirt... SQUIRT right into her mouth! No
Pat, you must keep your arms straight, straight up and rigid, they are
locked and holding you up and only your nipples hanging and poking way down
deep into Julia, you squirt into Julia, over and over and over you feel
your fluid sssssquirt!"
As I uttered the release command, I pressed firmly on Pat's clitoris, and
my rod, which felt about a mile long, now slid slowly, slowly in past the
sopping fur, past the blossoming labia, pushing, inexorably slipping way,
way up the welcoming tube, where I rested, feeling Pat's womb beginning its
clutch. She was giving out deep groans now, and I balanced on my knees. One
hand squeezed a buttock hard! as with the other I vibrated the base of my
root. Her body froze, and plunged backward into my prong.
I pushed her forwards and back gently as her orgasm developed. On one
thrust, her own discharge was squeezed out past my reddened flesh, dripping
to the carpet beneath. From the sounds, Julia's face was being smothered,
and I looked up to see that Pat had sagged downwards. I spoke up loudly.
"I. Control. You. You. Will. Stand. Get up now!" and I pulled out from her
and tugged at her shoulder. With a loud groan she heaved her buttocks up,
and my purpled stalk was freed, where it now dripped Pat's juices as it
quivered. She was upright but wobbly, standing at Julia's outstretched
feet.
Julia was simply masturbating herself now, eyes squeezed shut as she
panted, and I ordered the two women to watch each other. The girl blushed
but my control was too strong, and she obeyed. Her fingers danced over her
pudendum, and as the pre- orgasmic shudders vibrated her taut abdomen, I
waited until she looked at the point of no return.
"Stop your fingers NOW!" I ordered sharply, and after a second, they were
still, the only part of Julia not in constant motion now!
You may vibrate yourself at my command. Pat, you will kneel. Good. Kneel at
Julia's head. You may hold your master in your mouth now. Love your
master!"
The tender hums and moans as Pat's experienced lips sucked me in almost
made me come right away! I held off as long as I could.
"Julia," I said, "you are sensing my musk as Pat brings me to climax, let
the odor fill you again as you may now continue. Hold yourself at a peak
and you will enjoy seeing my penis being teased. See how Pat knows...
unnghh... just when to pump her wet lips back and forth... oh!... and
then... ungh... she just tickles and tick...lesss... my knob so lightly...
then... then..."
I was unable to keep talking, but my eyes saw that Julia was drinking in
the sight as, just above her own contorting features the penis of her
master, knobbed and ridged with veins pulsing with my readiness, was being
drawn in, and teased out, drawn in and teased out. I gave Pat permission to
stimulate Julia's bosom which was in reach, and she just held the girl's
little buds in her forefingers and tugged lightly at them as well! She
operated by feel as her entire vision was filled by my hairless belly and
stalk moving in and out from her face, as I had now taken over the pumping
action.
I held backwards, now popping out of her suction to let the first dribbles
of come splash downwards onto Julia's neck and face. Her eyes bulged, and
she now gave tongue to the longest warbling moan I've ever heard as her
fingers blurred with energy at her pussy.
I had Pat quickly kneel over her in the 69 position, and mounted her
directly over Julia, where the girl now had to watch me as thrust after
thrust swung my nearly-bald testicles right up into Pat's crack!
The burning took me over. And, after letting the first biggest splash shoot
out onto Pat's rear end, I buried myself as deep as possible, and...
Squirt.
Squirt.
Pump.
Pump.
Pull out, plunge back in!
Pulsing now, drained but still stimulated by the sounds of Julia reaching
another peak.
Pulsing.
Softening.
Another spasm, my abdomen clenching up in delicious agony.
Well, Julia and Pat continued their activities long after I had conked out.
I awoke the next day with Pat snuggled next to me, and Julia nowhere in
sight. Her hand fondled me to readiness as her smoky voice chuckled in my
ear.
"Oh, god, Xien, you are a smoothie, you are!"
"Where's..."
I wore her out, and I just told her that 'Master' wanted her to go home.
She dragged out of here a few hours ago. What a tongue. She wouldn't talk
much to me, she really ate up your technique all the way, I guess. Now, let
me get you nice and wet, and then I'll fuck YOU into oblivion! Umf!"
There's not much more about Julia now, circumstances have kept us out of
each others' genitals, apart from an occasional session (like today's) to
make sure she doesn't "choose" to be bothered by any of our actions. I can
detect no guilt, no marital stress, and I conclude, that even though my
"sessions" were a bit heavy handed, she has indeed bought into the shared
fantasy and made it real. These lips are real, that's for certain... now if
you'll excuse me, things seem to be...
The End