======== Path: news.primenet.com!nntp.news.primenet.com!news.maricopa.edu!ennfs.eas.asu.edu!cs.utexas.edu!math.ohio-state.edu!news.physics.uiowa.edu!newsrelay.iastate.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!newsfeed.internetmci.com!portal.gmu.edu!hearst.acc.Virginia.EDU!news-server.ncren.net!concert!ashe.cs.unc.edu!not-for-mail From: ladd@cs.unc.edu (Brian C. Ladd) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: MNA: Hypnotic Sex (mf mc) 04/06 Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Date: 14 Mar 1996 07:41:47 -0500 Organization: Mindnumbing Archive Lines: 994 Message-ID: <4i946b$5q7@baldhead.cs.unc.edu> Reply-To: ladd@cs.unc.edu NNTP-Posting-Host: baldhead.cs.unc.edu Xref: news.primenet.com alt.sex.stories:139896 ============================================================================= Mindnumbing Archive Repost ============================================================================= <V-CHIP RATING=ADULT> The following is erotic in nature. If you are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction, stop reading now. If you are easily offended, please stop reading now. <SOAPBOX> If you are offended by the government telling you what you can and cannot view on the Internet and other electronic media, protest! If you're an American, contact your Congress critters and let them know you vote and find the CDA offensive. Do it now, today. This posting would _NOT_ be possible under a fully-enforced CDA. Who do you trust to choose what is decent and indecent for you? Don't use the excuse that you don't know how to contact them: Go to <A HREF="http://ast1.spa.umn.edu/juan/congress.html">Contacting the 104th Cogress</A> maintained by Juan Cabanela. Phone, fax, address, it is all there. Contact them early and often. Let them know you are registered to vote (Getting the hint here? If you're not registered to vote --- get registered!) and question their vote to restrict your access to information on-line. Check out <A HREF="http://www.eff.org/blueribbon.html>The Blue Ribbon Page</A> for more information on what you can do to protect free speech on-line. Remember the power is in your hand to simply vote the bums out. </SOAPBOX> The curator of the MNA most likely did NOT write the story which follows. Authors, when known, are acknowledged in the body of the file. Assemble the various parts of related messages, removing everything outside the [BEGIN] [END] markers and you'll have the "complete" story. See the MNA Index posted to alt.sex.stories.d for chapter counts and synopses. Note that the MNA posting counts and authors' chapter counts are completely unrelated. If you have similar materials, please repost them, too. Comments, encouragement, and additional material for the archive gratefully received; flames, repost requests, and e-mail requests rapidly dispatched to the void. There is no public archive of these stories that I know of; see SOAPBOX above. I will no longer acknowledge messages asking for one. If you're an author in the MNA and you do not want your story reposted: Contact me at ladd@cs.unc.edu and I will remove your story from the reposting list. If you're an author of an Unknown story and you want to take credit for it, contact me as well, please. [BEGIN] 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. # 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 [END] Brian C. 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