Roommates
Part-1-of-6
Induction
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It all started on what should have been a normal Wednesday afternoon of my first year in college. I was studying with my friend Ashley. She and I had an American Lit. Class together and were reading Thoreau. Although Ashley was cute ‘as a bug’ and friendly, I had a major crush on her roommate, Candy. God, Candy was so gorgeous that she took my breath away, blond hair, green eyes, small perky breasts, and a nice, round, curved little butt. I've always liked a tight little rear end on a woman, and Candy was perfect especially after loosing five pounds her freshman year. I had found an apartment across the street just so I could 'accidentally' run into Candy on the bus to and from the campus, but I never got any studying done once I got there because I was preoccupied with some fantasy or other about Candy. It's weird having lustful thoughts about someone. You wonder about them in lustful ways. You fantasize about them. Often if you ever experience them, your lustful thoughts and lustful fantasies about them were better than the actual thing. Ashley and I were sitting on the couch in the living room, taking a break from studying, when Candy returned from a sorority meeting. She kicked off her shoes and put on a tape of ‘All My Children’ that had been recorded earlier. Ashley sat on one side of me, Candy in the chair off to the other; it was all I could not to turn and look.
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"Brian, are you ready to get back to the books?" Ashley asked.
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"Not really, but I guess we have to plow through this whether we like it or not."
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"I know how you feel. I wish someone could just hypnotize me so I'd remember this stuff and save all this studying."
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Knowing that I’d never get another opening like that, I decided to chance it and told Ashley that as a party gag I’d put people in trances back in high school. I’d learned from a booklet, ‘Putting the Crowds to Sleep: Your Career as a Stage Hypnotist’ that I’d bought. Candy must have been bored with her soap, because she quickly suggested that I hypnotize Ashley. "Are you sure it’s a good idea?" Ashley asked nervously.
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"Go on. For crying out loud, it’s only Brian,” she said, “And I'll be here to watch."
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With that settled, I began the induction. Soon Ashley's eyelids began to flutter, and a blank look crossed her face. I told her to put her arm up, and that she could not lower it. As Ashley complied, I heard a noise off to the side. I turned to look, and there sat Candy, her eyes half open and her arm out stretched. I guess someone was watching a little too closely. I turned back to Ashley (I didn't want to draw attention to Candy's condition for fear of snapping her out of her trance) and continued. "You will now slowly lower your arm as I count from 10, and when it hits your side, you will be completely under. 10... 9... 8...." You know the rest. Ashley's eyes shut and she slumped back into the sofa on zero. I turned to look and Candy was under also, her face turned sideways toward me but half hidden by the blond hair that fell across it.
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I stood them up and sent them into the kitchen for one final test. I saw that Candy was filling out her favorite black shorts in her usual sexy way. Walking slowly beside her, I also noticed Ashley's short brown hair brushing against the nape of her neck, and what nice legs she had. I usually don't see her in a skirt. Or hose either, for that matter. They stood together in the kitchen doorway, Candy slightly taller than her friend. I went in past them, brushing against Candy's limp hand. I got out a bottle of ammonia and told them it was their favorite perfume. If they accepted this, they were really under. Ashley smiled as I put the ‘perfume’ under her nose, and Candy let out a little sigh of pleasure. They were mine.
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Possessively, I ran my fingers across Candy's breast. I could feel through the fabric of her white shirt that she wasn't wearing a bra today. I slid up her chest, brushed her neck, and took her face in my hand, pulling her in and giving her the kiss I had wanted to give her for two long years. I reached around and pressed her warm, soft body close to mine. I could feel her breasts pressing against me, and if she were conscious, she would have felt something of mine pressing in return. "Candy, go into the bedroom." As I watched my first real love make her way to the hallway with the bedrooms, I turned to Ashley. I always thought she could be pretty if she stopped just throwing on some old sweats to go to class. Now, I knew. She was revealing a little cleavage by not completely buttoning her shirtsleeve shirt, and I remembered she was actually wearing perfume when I arrived earlier today. Was she hoping I'd make a pass at her? "Ashley, you go into Candy's bedroom, too."
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You can't make someone who has been hypnotized do something against her will, right? Ashley had made herself up for me, and Candy had to know how I felt by now. I couldn't take it this far and not see it through, so I went in after them.
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Ashley stood by the bed, and Candy was over by the dresser. "Candy, close the blinds." Say what you want to about me, but at least I'm not an exhibitionist.
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"Ashley, undress and get into bed, but leave the hose on." While she was undressing I went up behind Candy at the window. Reaching around, I cupped her little breasts and nuzzled her neck. Sliding my hands down, and pulled her blouse up over her head. Her arms flopped lifelessly back down to her side as they left the sleeves. Then I reached around and undid the shorts. Turning her around, I put my hands against her firm body and slid them down her body into those black shorts. Letting my hands play around her shapely hips and firm little, I slid them to the floor.
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Then obedient stepping out of her panties, Candy stood before me totally nude, her head cocked to one side and looking downward. I brought her head back up so I had a good view of her face, and moved her arms up into a beckoning pose. Using my cell-phone I took a series of pictures of her standing there nude beckoning me to her. Not bad for a shy kid's first time.
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When I turned, Ashley as ordered was laying naked on the bed, staring at the ceiling, completely oblivious to what just happened not three feet away from her. Again I took another series of nude pictures of her, Candy, as ordered crawled into bed beside her. I couldn’t resist stopping and admiring my handiwork. They were both so beautiful lying there with limp bodies and placid expressions. Ashley's arms were at her sides, and her legs were slightly apart. Candy had folded her hands across her tight stomach. Both of their mouths hung slightly open with Candy's lips parted slightly more. Getting in between them, I propping Ashley's upper body up against my chest, then as I fondled her as fantastic breasts, Candy removed the last article of clothing any of us were wearing, Ashley's hose. She moved them slowly down Ashley's slender legs, gradually revealing the smooth tanned skin beneath. Tossing the stockings aside, Candy without being told, leaned down and kissed Ashley’s pretty pink slit. The next thing I knew Candy’s burying his face between Ashley’s thighs. Her licking and sucking was perfection personified, as her wandering hands lightly teased Ashley’s breasts and stroked her inner thighs. She squeezed Ashley’s cute little ass and pulled her tight against her mouth making Ashley cum harder than I believed possible. When the tremors passed, Ashley sighed contentedly and placed her hand gently on Candy’s head and stroked her hair while Candy continued to gently lick her slit. Somehow, this didn’t appear to be the first time that this had ever happened.
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Eagerly, I scrambled around behind Candy. When I nervously reached between her legs, I found her pussy wet and waiting. Positioning myself behind Candy, I placed the head of my cock against her slit. Without removing her face from Ashley’s pussy, Candy willingly reached between her legs and guided my throbbing cock into her waiting pussy. In one swift motion I pulled her hips into a better position and then grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her head up as I forced my cock into her wet pussy. With my free hand I gave her cheeks a couple of stinging slaps, leaving red welts on her smooth ivory skin. She screamed as the big engorged head pierced her lips and plunged balls deep into the scalding sheath of her womanhood. Grabbing her hips with both hands I banged into her harder and faster than I’d ever fucked anyone before, purging myself of two years of pent-up lust. I was harder than I’d been all year. I was banging her so hard that her legs were buckling. She was cumming so hard and so much, and when I pulled out of her, her juices spewed everywhere. Spinning her around, I aimed my cock at her face and mouth. When my balls exploded, I showered her face with gobs and gobs of my hot salty seed.
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Moving Candy off the bed and out of my way, I crawled forward and started fondling Ashley breasts. As her inch long nipples hardened, Ashley sighed, placed her arms around my neck and kissed me. The kiss left me curious so I grabbed her by the back of the head and softly brushed her lips with my own. Gently letting my tongue wander into her mouth. As she reciprocated Ashley eagerly became more aroused, she deep throated my massive cock, sucking and teasing it. As she sucked she cupped my balls and kneaded my tight, masculine butt. I moved again, lying on top of her and not to be left out, Candy reached between our bodies and grasped my rigid cock. Then with the fingers of her other hand, she gently parted the delicate lips of Ashley’s pussy and guided the head of my cock into Ashley’s warm womanhood. Wrapping her legs around my waist and Ashley started hysterically rubbing her pussy against my crotch and then cummed almost instantaneously. I pounded her to 3 more consecutive orgasms before I was ready to cum. After flipping her over, I grabbed her hips and re-entered her doggie-style to finish myself off. Pulling out at the last second, I flipped her around and deposited my sweet load in her mouth.
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When I finished, I turned and sat up on the side of the bed. Obediently Candy moved between and started eagerly licking my glistening cock clean, reveling in the taste of Ashley’s and mine’s combined fluids.
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Bringing Candy back into bed and laying her back beside Ashley, I mounted her missionary style. As I got into position between her legs, Candy again enthusiastically reached down and inserted my cock in her cum filled pussy. Rising up on my knees, I pulled Candy’s crotch tighter against my cock. Raising her legs and placing her ankles on my shoulders, I grabbed Candy’s hips and rammed my cock so deep into her pussy that my balls flopped against her ass with a loud slat.
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As my cock pounded in and out of her hot pussy, Ashley sat up and started kissing and licking Candy breasts. In a frenzy, Ashley rose up and facing me, knelt over Candy’s head and lowered her face onto her face. When Candy started licking her pussy, Ashley sighed and started massaging Candy’s breasts again. The sight of Candy’s tongue flicking in and out of Ashley’s pussy was so arousing that I started pounding her with a renewed vigor.
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Soon Ashley and I were screaming out in mutual orgasm.
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Once I caught my breath, I realized that it was getting late, they were both due at the restaurant where they worked (and met, actually), and even at 21 I needed a rest after alternating between each hypnotized girl one last time, so I got everyone dressed and back into position in the living room. After giving them hypnotic trigger words, I told them to remember nothing but that we had studied and watched TV. Then I woke them up.
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"Oh my gosh, were going to be late for work. Sorry we didn't get much studying done, Brian."
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"That's ok. Don't worry about it. It was a productive afternoon."
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A couple of weeks had passed and I hadn’t…
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To be continued…
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Roommates
Part-2-of-6
Stepping up the Action
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A couple of weeks had passed and I hadn't tried for a repeat performance. I have a high libido, but I guess I still felt a little guilty about taking advantage of Ashley and Candy that way. Ashley was over at my apartment and we were trying to finish "Walden" before the final, but were having trouble what with my roommate and some of his friends watching the game in the next room. We were talking, and suddenly Ashley slumped forward onto the kitchen table. Either I should be more careful or I should pick a less common hypnotic trigger. The guys noticed what had happened; it was halftime after all.
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"Ashley? Brian, is she OK?"
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I leaned over to pretend to check on her and whispered for her to open her eyes and sit up.
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"Ashley, are you alright? How do you feel?"
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"Sleepy." The answer I expected. I told everyone else that she hadn't been feeling well and that I had better take her home. Then I guided Ashley to my car and drove across the street to her place. This was supposed to be Candy's night at the gym, so I thought we'd have the place to ourselves, but I heard the shower going as we entered.
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"Who's there?" shouted Candy above the sound of the water.
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"It’s just us,” answered Ashley, “Brian and I were studying at his place but had to leave because of all the noise from the game."
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Leaving Ashley in the living room, I went into Candy's room. Cracking the bathroom door, I shouted the trigger word over the sound of the running water. Seeing Candy's silhouette freeze up and stop moving behind the curtain, I drew it back. She was beautiful, even without any makeup. Her long, blond hair clung to her neck and back. I watched the beads of water roll down the naked breasts, hips, her tight little butt, and thighs that I would control tonight. Undressing and entering the shower, I began applying the soap, starting with one of her hands and moving my way up the arm that hung loosely against her. I did the shoulders and reached around to do her back while kissing her open mouth. After giving her chest and abdomen a good soaping, I moved down the other arm. When I finished her hand, I went down both legs. With her leaning forward and holding the towel rack for balance, I grabbed her hips and fucked her standing up. Like two frolicking otters, our bodies slipping against each other from the soap, the spray of water adding to the excitement.
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Ashley had been watching the phone for me, and I heard her take a message from Candy's sometimes boyfriend. He was due pretty soon, and he was much larger than I am, so I left the bathroom and was passing through the bedroom, I shouted the trigger word and instructions for Candy to restart her shower where she left off.
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"Who's there?" Candy shouted, like the last twenty minutes had never happened.
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"It’s just us. Brian and I were studying but had to leave because of the noise from the game,” answered Ashley also oblivious to the time loss.
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By the time Candy was dressed and joined us in the living room, Ashley and I were sitting on the couch studying. In a few minute, Candy’s date showed up and they were gone. By the time their car pulled away, Ashley and I were in her bedroom quickly stripping our cloths off. I unbuttoned her blouse and started sucking her hard nipples, which surprisingly made her cum. Then while she finished stripping, she surprised me again by telling me that she liked things a little rough. So I ordered her to get on her knees, grabbed her hair and told her, "...suck that fucking cock." The bitch loved it. Obediently she started sucking me off, saying how nice it was to have a thick hard big cock in her mouth and how good I tasted.
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I had no idea what a slut she was until she told me to lay on the bed and she actually started rimming me. Then she started fingering my ass when she went back to sucking me off.
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Excitedly I pulled her to her feet and pushed her down on the bed. There was no describing how good her fresh shaved pussy looked. In preparation for me Candy had helped her shave her pussy, and now it was still as smooth as a baby’s butt. As she lay back on the bed with her legs spreads out, there her cute little pussy was all pink and smelling of baby powder. After that day, the aroma of talcum powder never failed to give me an immediate erection. As I buried my face in her lap, she couldn’t have stopped me from eating her pussy, even if she’d tried. As soon as I actually made contact with her clit she immediately started cumming. I was so excited that I actually ate her pussy to 3-more orgasms. When I came up for air, her girl juices from all her orgasms were running all down my face and on to my chest. .
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After that I modified our position into a 69 and she immediately deep throated his massive cock. We performed oral on each other. Not only was she great at giving head but she was also the best at getting it too. There was something so exciting about the way she got into me going down on her and it was really a sexual awakening of sorts for me. She had the perfect vagina for licking.
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I made her cum again with my mouth, and then I started fucking her from various positions. We hit it hard and heavy, both of us were sweating like crazy and had already cummed several times, when I suddenly hit her G-spot and she went ape-shit nuts. She was having orgasm on top of orgasm. I think she would have broken my arm if I’d tried to stop. She was screaming, "DON'T STOP. She really went wild when I grabbed her hair while fucking her from behind. Especially when I started thrust really hard while saying naughty things to her. Things like calling her a bitch, a whore, a slut, and worse.
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Eventually, I just said, “I want to fuck your ass,” so Ashley instantly got on all fours begging for it. I teased her with the head of my cock for a while but eventually slid it in nice and slow... eventually sliding it in & out of her ass with increasing speed... all the while saying things like, "...you like this big cock in your ass don't you, you slut..." she began moaning that her pussy was tingling just before she cummed. When I was about ready to cum myself, I told her flat out that I was going to cum in her mouth. As she spun around, I pulled off my condom, and she immediately started sucked me off while staring into my eyes. With a roar, I blew a big load into her mouth while she moaned with pleasure, swallowing every drop.
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By the time I finished fucking her, she felt like a blushing bride that night.
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When Candy and her boyfriend get home, Ashley and I are sitting on the couch watching TV. I don’t like Candy boyfriend, besides being married, he’s a bit of a bully, because he’s a jock and much bigger and stronger than me, he’s always showing off in front of the girls by sending me to the kitchen for coffee. Tonight was no exception. As soon as they got back and he sat down, he asked me to get him a cup of coffee, with one sugar. I used my cock to stir the sugar into his coffee before I gave it to him. Later when I asked him how it tasted and he said "great, thanks" without even looking up.
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As we sat around and talked, I steered the conversation to hypnotism. Naturally he thought the whole concept was stupid. To prove it he even let me try to hypnotize him. Ten minutes later, I have 3 people under my spell. Because he was so macho, I expected more resistance, but putting him under was surprisingly easy. Once he passed the ammonia test, I immediately had him down on his knees unzipping my pants. I think when it comes to sexual gratification, everyone thinks of other things, fantasies, men, women, scenarios, features, or whatever. So, all it took some creative instructions to get him to put my cock in his mouth. No matter how macho a guy is, there is some that they look up to enough to suck their dick. For him this person was his high school football coach. All I had to do was to tell him that I was that coach and he eagerly went down on me, maybe too eagerly. But after that initial blowjob, I never had a problem getting him to suck me off again. Now I go over to his house on a regularly basis to have him suck me off. Then I laugh when right after I shot a load in his mouth he walks out of the garage and kiss his wife or 2 little girls.
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Even though he was sucking my dick, I still hated the guy so much for humiliating me in front of Candy that I really wanted revenge. After buying a camcorder so I could record all the action, I went over to his house and hypnotized his wife and started fucking her. To really spit him I made a total slut out of her. No humiliation was too low for me to inflict it on her. Often before leaving, I make her kneel in the bathtub while I peed on her head. At first I always direct my hot stream into her hair. Then I worked it down her face to her breasts. I even made her open her mouth, so that when I worked my way down her face so I could pee in her mouth. You have no idea the power you feel when you can see your warm pee splashing in someone’s hair and running down their face, for them, even worse having it splash into their mouth. By the time I finished peeing on her, her hair was soaked and pee was running in rivulet down her face on to her chest and down onto her stomach.
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I had cassette after cassette of her with pee-drenched hair and a jizz covered face. I also took recordings of him sucking my dick. Toward the end of the year, I got so busy getting ready for grad-school that I never had time to out his wife to him as a slut. Instead I implanted a command for her to forget that she ever even knew me. With him I also implanted the command to forget the ever knew me, but with a twist. Thanks to me, not only did he crave cock every 3 or 4-months that he actually went out and sucked a cock.
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To be continued…
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Roommates
part-3-of-6
Janice
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The next semester, I didn't have a class with Ashley. But I'd go over for a visit from time to time, however. To improve my dating skills, I was practicing making passes at women whenever I was alone with one of them. I usually failed at first, but eventually started succeeding in getting them into bed without taking control of them. It seemed that Candy liked being complemented on her personality instead of her butt. Either way, they never remembered. It was like being able to put in another quarter for a new game. One day, as I was walking back from lab, they drove by on their way home from work. Ashley pulled the car over to say hello. I said something other than hello, and as they stared vacantly at the windshield I got into the back seat. "Drive home."
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We got to their apartment and I sat them on the sofa. Both girls worked at the local Bennigan's type restaurant, and they were still in what passed for a uniform: solid color polo shirts (Ashley in red and Candy in green), and denim. Candy wore her favorite pair of jeans, my favorite too, and Ashley had on blue jean shorts. Something about uniforms just attracts me. Must be the show of someone else's power over them, deciding what they would wear. Now, I decided. I had them undress each other. Ashley took off Candy's shirt; Candy took off Ashley's shorts. By the time Candy's bra hit the pile of clothes on the floor, they were both completely nude.
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After taking both of them, I got to thinking. I was bored and needed a new toy. I guess I had commitment issues back then. Candy had a sorority sister, Janice, who was a beautiful little redhead with a nice, rounded, almost plump figure that I found attractive. I got to thinking; hypnosis wasn't rocket science. I learned. I could teach it. This would give me what John Poindexter talked about at the Iran Contra hearings: deniability. If it fails, I'm not even in the room.
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Before I went home, I taught them how to hypnotize some one and told them to practice on each other. I guess they did, because the next time I was over there, Ashley just ignored me.
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"What's with her?" I asked Candy.
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Well, I'm kind of embarrassed to say, but you know how we always fight about who's going to do the housework? So I hypnotized her. I don't know what gave me the idea. “Ashley, come here. Plant a big one on Brian.” After Ashley gave me a kiss, Candy said, “ No, bigger.” Then she turned to me and said, “She's wanted to do this for two years now, Brian. When are you ever going to get a clue about these things?”
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At my nod, Ashley threw both arms around me, pulled herself off the floor, wrapped her legs around me, and started eagerly kissing my neck and face. As Candy stood there, transfixed by the trigger I gave her, I took her gift into the bedroom and further than I think Candy ever intended for it to go.
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Ashley deserved a little revenge for that, even if she would never remember it, and I was just the guy to think of it. Ashley had an art class, and her exhibit was a performance piece, "Woman unconscious." Candy, thanks to hypnosis, was her involuntary volunteer. Art to symbolize women's oppression by our sexist culture. Art to symbolize our obliviousness to what goes on around us. I don't know much about art, but I know what I like, and Candy looked hot in her skintight flesh covered leotards. Her leotards were so tight that she looked nude as she was lying on that table in the main building for all passers-by to see. Her near nakedness caused quite a stir. Not surprising, as many girls as guys were interested in examining her more closely. Ashley had to wake her up once or twice just to reassure the administration that there were no illegal drugs involved.
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Later, the girls were given their instructions. Ashley was to be under when Janice arrived at their apartment for a movie they had rented and invited her over to see. They would do the "you can't remember your name" and "you can't lift your foot off the floor" bits for Janice, and then ask her if she wanted to try it. Peer pressure should do the rest. It did.
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The phone rang, and Ashley said in a flat monotone "she's ready."
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"Bring her over."
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They arrived soon after. Janice wore a tight red and brown sweater that showed off her nice bosom, and had somehow squeezed into a pair of tan slacks that showed off her muscular rear every bit as well. Her long red hair hung in a ponytail that reached halfway down her back. Her blue eyes were open wide, and I thought I saw panic in that cute, freckled face, but she had passed the ammonia test and was doing everything she was instructed to do.
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"Janice, do you remember me?"
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"Yea, we met last year in Bakin Hall."
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"Were you interested in me?"
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"I thought you were kind of cute, but I was still hung up on Bob at the time."
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"Over Bob?"
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"Yea. He doesn’t even call anymore."
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I wanted to concentrate on my new subject, so I sent the other girls home with instructions to forget all about this. I controlled that beautiful girl out of that sweater, across the living room, out of her shoes, into the hallway, out of those slacks, up against the bedroom doorway, out of her bra, and into my bedroom, where as she dropped the lacy wisp of silk that passed for her panties. With a smile as I begin to kiss her, slow, soft, sweet kisses. By the time my bedroom door was closed, Janice had my pants unzipped and was down on her knees sucking my dick. I wasn’t ready to cum yet, so I picked her up and laid her on my bed, and ate her hot fuzzy little pussy. Two orgasms later, I knelt between her parted legs, and watched her grab my hard dick and lodge its swollen head between the puffy, pink lips of her pussy. Rocking forward, I drove my hard, un-cut, 8-inch dick into her pussy all the way to the hilt. With her legs wrapped around my waist, I pounded her hot pussy until she screamed out in pleasure. As I lay there catching my breath, she leaned over and started kissing my chest. Then with a wicked grin, she moved her mouth slowly down my torso, licking my nipples and kissing my stomach. When she reached my hairy crotch, she started flicking her tongue around the head and then she started to lick our combined juices off it’s the length of my shaft. Then she parted her lovely red lips and engulfed my now throbbing dick. I felt her fondling my 'cum' swollen balls, as she slid her eager mouth ever so slowly up and down its rigid length. By the time she took my limp dick out of her mouth, my balls were no longer cum filled. She had sucked them dry.
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Then, leaving me relaxing on my bed, Janice went into the bathroom. Unknown to me, she cleaned up and then prepared a washcloth the way she thought I would most enjoyed it. She initially use very hot water, so it would cool to the perfect temperature by the time she was ready to use it. She quickly grew accustomed to the initial burn as she held it, shifting it from one hand to the other. It should be the perfect temperature, warm and soft by the time she got back to my bedroom. As she walked in, she dropped to her knees beside the bed, smiling, washcloth in hand, ready to carefully clean me off.
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When I looked up at him, Brian smiling said, “Clean me up.” Quickly and I carefully, I wrapped the washcloth around his beautiful cock. With a contented sigh and said, “That feels so good”. Gently I begin to clean his shaft, and cup His balls, surrounding them with warmth and softness, he’s now leaning back on the pillows, his breathing steadily. I love looking up at him this way. I gently clean his shaft, his balls, and then run the warm washcloth up and down his inner thighs. He made me cum so hard and so often that my juices have soaked him. I lovingly moved to his other thigh, and gently wash away the evidence of my lust. I then wrapped it around his shaft and balls, warming and soothing them again. I couldn’t resist how sweet his cock looked. Impulsively, I brush my lips over the dark head. Gently easing back his foreskin, ran my tongue around its base, and then began to very softly kiss it. Kissing it first around the head and then slowly down his shaft to his balls.
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When I nudge my head in between his legs, Brian spreads them wider, giving me permission to explore.
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I start mischievously licking, flicking my tongue back and forth. When Brian moans his approval and I dropped the washcloth and cupped his full balls. With a giggle, my tongue laps its way back up to the head of his cock. After enjoying this spot to its fullest, I eagerly made my way back to his ball sack. I love how big and full they are, hanging their awaiting my kisses. I lick, slow long licks, and then kisses, soft kisses. I brush my lips over them, and then I gently put them in my mouth. Impulsively, I start massaging them with my tongue, rolling it around them and slightly compressing them with my mouth. I felt his magnificent cock growing and swelling and with it my hunger and lust.
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Suddenly I wanted it in my mouth, so I began the journey along up the underside, licking slowly and then as my lust grew, quickly, up to its engorged head. Swirling my tongue around the head, first quickly, then slowly, quickly, then slowly, tormenting him, creating a longing in him to be in my mouth. I take him in slowly, beginning with a kiss on the tip of the big head and then allowing nothing but the head in my hot mouth, I started sucking it. I feel him excitedly trying to push it further in, but I do not relent so easily.
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I giggled as he is shifting in anticipation. Increasing the suction around the head, I slowly descend down his cock, until I felt its head bump the back of my throat. Tightening my lips around its base, my nose is nestled in his kinky pubic hair. With a contented sigh, I wrap my arms around him and squeeze tightly, my favorite position because it made me feel as if I were making out with his cock. Holding his cock deep in my mouth, I caressed hid behind and squeeze the cheeks of his butt. I feel him tremble as I move my hands up and down his inner thighs. I enjoy feel of his body when he’s cock is buried in my mouth. Caught up in the moment, I moved my hands up his firm body to his chest.
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Still stroking his chest, I started moving my mouth up and down his shaft. Moving slowly at first and then building the pace to match my lust. Looking up at him, our eyes meet, our gaze is locked and the corners of his mouth raise, “We should take a picture of this, you look so good smiling up at me with my cock in your mouth this way.” I love it when he watches his cock disappear in and out of his mouth, in and out repeatedly. My arms reached up and he grabbed my hands. Tangling his fingers cruelly in my hair, he pulled me forward and started fucking my mouth. Moving easy first and then hard, hard enough that tomorrow my lips would be puffy. I’m being held so tight, and I struggle a bit. Then he moved faster, the entire time thrusting his thick cock deep in my mouth, his cock hitting the back of my throat and his balls flopping against my chin.
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The pace was growing and I could feel him getting closer. His pace is fevered and soon the initial throbbing began. He quickly pushed himself forward to ensure the head was deep in my throat. With a primal scream, his balls erupted, the flood of his hot salty cum shooting down my throat. My throat muscles contract in rhythm to his pulse as I gulp down his load. It’s hard but I manage to keep pace with his throbbing cock and soon he’s done. But even though he’s done, I don’t remove him from my mouth. I keep him in my mouth, gently sucking to ensure I’ve gotten every last drop of cum. Then, gently, ever so gently, I held him in my mouth, licking and sucking. As my arms encircled his legs, I felt him shiver from the explosion; He sways as if his legs will no longer hold him. Looking up into his eyes, flaccid cock still in mouth, and I see a face filled with contentment. He chuckles when he looks down and sees his flaccid member still in my mouth.
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“You did well, good girl.” The words swim deliciously in my mind, the joy must be beaming from my eyes as I look upon up at him. I see that look, the look that I so adore, the one of blissful contentment, the one of approval, and it brings me more pleasure than anyone can possibly know. His eyes are so gentle they are the ultimate contradiction to the ache from his grip in my hair.
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We made love all night with all the passion I could command from her. I gave her everything she could want, because she could only want what I told her to want. Falling for someone cannot be against your will, otherwise nobody would ever get together, and if falling for me wasn't against her will, then neither was falling into my bed.
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As the relationship progressed, I got into ‘role-play’ with her. I’d have her dress up like a little girl, complete with pigtails and lollipop, and call me 'daddy' in a little girl voice, and sometimes spanks her little ass because she's been a 'naughty girl' at cheerleader practice, or just because I felt like it. She fought like the dickens to get away the first time I spanked, but she eventually surrendered. I am the authority of our relationship and my authority is real and not a game.
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Later, I took to giving Janice post-hypnotic instructions to meet me at some designated time and place. I enjoyed those times. Things like making out in the back of cabs, then taking her home to her waiting boyfriend. Having a glass of wine with her boyfriend on the patio, then going inside ‘to make a call’ but instead fucking her mouth on the other side of her bedroom door. Fucking in the upstairs bathroom of that bar I used to frequent, often with Candy waiting for me downstairs. The anticipation as I went to where we were to meet was fantastic, as was the rush of power when I saw her there, waiting. Her screams of pleasure when her roommates were away, to the contortions her face would make when her roommates were home. Actually, I enjoyed it more when they were home. I was controlling her in front of the entire campus and nobody knew, but the other guys were jealous of how submissive she was. Am I any worse than a man who controls a woman through abuse? I would call her late at night for an encounter she would never remember. I cheated on her with Candy; leaving Candy unconscious and closed up in the closet when Janice would come over. Eventually, just for the rush, I would leave Janice naked, hypnotized, and lying on the bed undiscovered while I watched the game with the guys in the next room. I could go on and on and on about all the fun we had, mostly while we were dating other people.
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I broke it off with Janice right before graduation. I was going off to graduate school in another state, and I wasn't ready for the responsibility of bringing her with me. I told her to think it was all for the best. How many guys break up with a woman and cause her so little pain? Candy and I said goodbye, and I wound up basically selling Ashley. I disguised it as a bet. A guy I knew, Jason, had the hots for her, but he was a little overweight, 6-foot 3-inches, 268lbs, and needed some ones help to get in shape. He was outgoing fun loving, for the most part but he was balding, plus he wasn’t too bright when it came to women. Ashley wasn't interested until I bet Jason that she'd accept if he asked her out for what would have been the tenth time. He was surprised at her enthusiasm, even if I wasn't. I collected $50 on that.
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To be continued…
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Roommates
part-4-of-5
Grad-School
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Once I got to grad-school, I didn't date much at first, but eventually I met Debbie. She was an adorable woman of Asian descent and an Accounting major from Pittsburgh, and one of the most outgoing people I had ever met. We had gone out a couple of times when I saw her outside the Engineering building looking at a poster that had been tied to a tree. I recognized the poster immediately. It was for a stage hypnotist who was making the rounds of the colleges in the state.
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"Hi, Debbie. What's up?" (I was always the snappy conversationalist)
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"Hey, Brian. Not much. This looks, hum, interesting."
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"Thinking of going?"
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"Sure, why not? Want to go together?"
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"Sure. Might be fun."
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Needless to say, I was counting the eight days, five hours, and seventeen minutes before ‘show time’ even before this. Going with Debbie would only make it worse. Eventually, the night arrived and I went to Debbie's dorm to pick her up. She looked just gorgeous in a short blue dress, and her smile lit up the room when I gave her the flowers I brought for her. We arrived at the show a little late, and had to sit up front because those were the only seats left.
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Eventually, a short, balding man in his 40s bounded onto the stage and introduced himself. After the usual discussion of hypnosis and some lame jokes, he began the induction. Out of curiosity, I didn't resist, and Debbie went right under also. We were called to the stage together, and neither of us could resist. Debbie and I stood next to each other, staring helplessly out into the audience. We were asked if we were a couple, and Debbie quietly answered "yes." Some other people were called to the stage also. The three nearest us were two frat rats that probably would have taken off their shirts and pretended to be Elvis even without the hypnotist, and Sharon another girl I knew from school. Sharon was a brunette graduate student in Sociology. She was 5-foot 10-inches and had a body so perfect that it belonged under glass in a museum (which would make this an entirely different kind of story.) She kept insisting she wasn't hypnotized, so she was forced to freeze in position now and again while the performer dealt with his other subjects.
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During the show, we were told to start and stop kissing each other. I became so jealous of another man's control over Debbie; it was like she was kissing him instead of me. Until I was told to do so, all I could do was look, and not touch. I was in agony having my emotions turned on and off like somebody's plaything. Eventually, the show ended with "stiff as a board." Debbie was told to tense every muscle in her athletic little body; I could see their outlines on her arms and bare shoulders. She was picked up like a doll and put across two chairs to the applause of the crowd. We were eventually woken up, and told to remember what had happened (which is not the way I do things, but it let me tell the story.) Debbie's breathing was as shallow and ragged as mine as we walked to my apartment.
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"Oh, Brian, wasn't that a rush! Tell me everything you remember."
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By the time we got back to my place, I had told her everything about that night from my point of view, and had even let slip about how jealous I was when she was under. "Are you too jealous to invite me in?" Debbie asked coyly as she bit her finger and gave me a seductive look. Before I could respond, she turned away, keeping me in her view out of the corners of her eyes as she went in.
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”Yes,” I said, “Even though you’re not under his power now, I still resent that you ever were.”
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As we sat down on the couch to talk, I told her that I used to hypnotize people myself. "I was, well, kind of hoping you could," she paused, her checks turning red, "into this sort of thing, Brian. I've never had a date take me to a hypnotist before." Debbie was too embarrassed to say so at first, but she eventually told me that she never missed a movie or TV show about hypnosis. She demanded to know everything about what I had done, and seeing her getting so aroused, I told her about Ashley and Candy before I could catch myself.
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"Both of them? I'm the one who should be jealous."
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Her hungry look gave me her permission, so I began the induction. She went right under, her head hitting the cushion on the end of the sofa. I lifted each well-toned leg and slipped off its shoe. Standing her up and told her to drop the blue dress. She stood there, staring out as helplessly as she had done at the show. But this time, she was mine, not his. Possessively, my eyes moved down her firm young body, from her perfect little breasts in their blue bra, to the matching blue lace panties that partially hid the tattoo of two roses on her hip, and down the white hose on her legs. "Debbie, tell me that you love me."
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"I love you, Brian." Without moving her gaze, she stripped in a slow, almost mechanical fashion. I picked her up and carried my compliant girlfriend into the bedroom.
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I lay on my back, and had her straddle me. I told her to move only to keep herself upright as I entered her. I looked up at her pretty face. She looked so peaceful as she slept. Her body gently swayed to my motion inside her. One hand dangled at her side, her other rested on my chest until my thrusting caused it to slide off. Bring her face down, I kissed her open mouth and stroked her fine black hair. She was almost weightless on top of me as her legs sprawled wherever the laws of physics took them. I carried her into the bathroom to clean off in the tub together, being careful to keep her head above the water. She sat on my lap and leaned against me as I fondled and washed her and made love to her inert body again.
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She woke up lying on the bed, her cool, damp body wrapped in a towel and being stroked by yours truly. She had wanted this as much as I did, so I had given her a trigger and told her to remember everything. When Debbie woke up, she was so excited about being hypnotized that three minutes later my face was buried in her pussy. And, I kept it there until she’d had two very loud body shacking orgasms. Debbie was so excited that it wasn’t long until my dick was balls deep in her hot sucking mouth and I was cumming down throat. Damn, but she liked to be fucked. She was ravenous. With a screech, she spread her legs as wide as possible. Then with her knees pressed against her chest to give me complete access to her pussy, she was screaming for me to fuck her. By the time I was ready to cum, we’d moved around on the bed so much that my head was jammed against the wall. My head was pressed against the wall so tight that my neck was bent into a very painful position. But her pussy felt so fine wrapped around my dick that I wasn’t about to risk moving and causing it to fall out. With a loud scream, I exploded deep inside her as I over flowed her hot pussy with my thick cum.
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Debbie was so ecstatic, that she insisted that I immediately teach her how to do the hypnotizing. The rest of our school time was spent sharing our mutual love of hypnotism and wild sex. During this time she was real up front about what a slut she was and all the guys that she’d had sex with in high school. She said having sex with a lot of young guys was great. She loved all the sex. She quivered with pleasure when their sperm splashes all over her. She enjoyed kneeling and removing a man’s dick from his pants and watching it get hard in her hand before she put it in her mouth. She enjoyed the firm controlling feel of a man's hands on her head or twisted in her hair as he forcibly took her mouth. She said that she loved the first intrusion of a big thick dick piercing her sphincter as it entered her ass and love putting condoms on their hard dicks. She loved getting fucked doggie-style and the mysterious fantasy of not knowing who’s thrusting into her when she’s getting fucked from behind, and the way it feels when guys touch her back and inner thighs. None of this bothered me, because I was now the one profiting from all that experience. As far as I was concerned all the other guys was only practice.
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It’s hard to believe that it had all started one summer at Green Lake when she was 14. One evening when a couple of her girlfriends and her went for a late night swim, and they met up with some older High school guys. And like typical teenagers they wound up in a hot make out session. Naturally the guys wanted to fuck the girls, but the girls wouldn't let them. The guy that Debbie was with put her hand on his swimming trunks so she could feel his ‘boner’ as he called it. It felt so good that she played with it for a while through his swimming trunks. When she got her nerve up, she pulled the front of his trunks down and took it out. She still remembers how hard it was. She told me that she’d laid her head on his stomach so she could look at it while she played with it. She told me that it was so near her face that it seemed natural to want to kiss it. Then she laughed, when she told me that when she did kiss it, it exploded all over her face. Naturally some got in her mouth. She was amazed that it tasted real salty. The other two guys were jealous because she jacked their buddy off but her girlfriends wouldn’t jack them off. At the urging of everyone including the girls, she agreed to do them too. By the time that she jacked off the other 2 guys, she knew that she was, not only hooked on boys and their dicks, but with being watched as well. She still thought it was funny that the other two guys were so excited that they cummed in seconds.
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Once she learned how too deep throat without gagging and she started swallowing, her reputation was made. She was known at school as the ‘header queen,’ and was the most popular girl in High school. At any athletic event, after school, or weekends you could always find her on her knees with her mouth open sucking the Jocks dicks. She claims that she must have sucked several hundred dicks from about the eighth grade through the twelfth grade. The funny thing is, she actually had her first sexual experience when she was playing doctor around age 6 or 7. And even though she started sucking dicks at age 14, she didn’t really lose her virginity until she was 17. Everyone was so busy getting their dicks sucked that no one took the time to fuck her.
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Debbie was so hot, that she even sucked off her High School math teacher. He was the father of one of those first guys that she had sucked off when she was 14. And even funnier, it was the son that set him up with her. Once they get together, she started sucking him off at least 2 or 3 time a week in his van. He was so much older and more experienced, that she’d loved to suck him off. His was the first really big uncut dick that she ever sucked. His dick had a big head so she made a game of it out of playing hide-n-seek with its big head and his foreskin. He was very patient. He was the one that taught her how to breathe through her nose and relax her throat so his dick would go down her throat. After that, when he cummed he was so far down her throat that she never even tasted his sperm.
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And, guess who got the benefit of all this experience? Our sex life was fantastic. Debbie was so exciting and open minded that from time to time, we would include a stranger in our little games. There was a hotel that was frequented by a lot of traveling business people, both male and female. We would drop by the bar in the lobby for a drink. In this day of equal opportunity there would almost always a lonely lady or two killing a lonely evening on the road. Once Debbie had zeroed in on her prey, she’d follow her to the restroom and ‘boom,’ she would be ours for the evening. Debbie never failed to return from the restroom with the lady’s panties and the key to their room. Unaware that they were following instructions, the girl would return to the bar, finish her drink and then go up to her room. We didn’t want anyone to know what was going on, so we would wait a couple of minutes before we left. Most of the time, we’d catch up with her at the elevator and ride up with her. We were so good at this, that we had a couple of girls that, thanks to a subliminal command, would call us when they were in town on business.
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Even though we thought it was safer to confine our playing to ‘out-of-‘towners,’ Debbie made an exception for a new girl in our apartment building. Cassandra was new in town and had just moved into our building. When Debbie saw her at the mailboxes, she was smitten and wanted her. I can’t saw that I blamed her. Cassandra was a young and beautiful little girl with flawless caramel skin so light that if not for her braids could have passed for Hispanic. Although she was 24, she Cassandra was so petite that at only 5-foot 3-inches, her slim swimmers body, 33x24x34 and about 115 lbs she could have passed as a teenager. Debbie doesn’t wait a second arranging to ‘accidentally’ meet her at the mailbox and strike up a conversation. The second time they chat, Debbie was annoyed because I had called at the last minute and told her that I was working late and wouldn’t be home for dinner. Then on a sudden impulse, Debbie invited Cassandra to join her for dinner. She told her that dinner was already prepared and that if Cassandra didn’t join her, the food would just go to waste if she didn’t come to dinner.
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After they’d eaten, she and Debbie relaxed in the living room over a glass of wine. Between the wine with the meal and this glass, Cassandra was getting very mellow. During the course of the conversation Debbie brought up hypnosis. Then her plan hit a snag, thanks to growing up in the ghetto she had attitude and was more headstrong and stubborn than the white girls that we’d encountered. By the time I got home, Debbie had gotten Cassandra about half drunk and was still having trouble putting her under. Even half drunk, it took all the skill of both of us to get her under. Even then, she failed the ammonia test. Cassandra was the toughest case we’d ever encountered. It took 4-sessions before we were able to put her under enough to pass the ammonia test. To alleviate suspension and to keep her interested, we told her that hypnosis could help her with her smoking problem. Since she wanted to stop smoking, each time we hypnotized her we strengthen the anti-smoking command and at the same time strengthen our control over her. Finally on the fourth try she passed the ammonia test. Getting her to this point had been so exhausting to all of us that the best we could do with the session was to implant a command to come over anytime she heard her trigger work.
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As soon as we both got home, Debbie immediately called Cassandra, as soon as she answered Debbie repeated her trigger word and hung up. This was the acid test; Cassandra would either show up or not. If not, things were over, because she was just too headstrong to hypnotize. When the doorbell rang we were both so excited that we almost couldn’t answer the door.
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When Debbie answered the door, she just stood there as if she was the one in a trance. When I stepped to the door to see what the problem was, I almost had a heart attack. There stood Cassandra, wearing nothing but a smile. She stood there in all her naked glory like a bronze goddess. She was so beautiful that she literally took my breath away. As she was framed in the door, the bright lights from the hall way enveloped her body, still damp from her shower in a mystical glow like that of an angle, a glow that accented the crown of medium brown shoulder-length braids. She was tall and slim with long muscular legs like a ballet dancer and had such small delicate breasts, that if she wore a bra, it was strictly for decoration. These delicate breasts were capped by quarter size dark brown areolas. Her slightly parted legs drew my eyes to closely trimmed hair between her legs. As she moved into the light I saw that her pubic hair was finer than I expected and was trimmed so short that it was almost a buzz cut.
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When I could finally breath, I hustled Debbie and her both inside and shut the door. It was soon apparent that Cassandra thought she was here for a social visit and had no idea that she was nude. She moved with the grace of a gazelle as she moved into the living room and sat down on the couch with all the grace and poise of an Egyptian princess.
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Once we established that she was truly under the first session belonged to Debbie. Cassandra looked so pure and innocent, sitting there on the couch that there were tears in Debbie’s eyes as she sat down and took her in her arms. Cassandra immediately raised her beautiful beaming face toward Debbie. She had the sexiest most erotic mouth, with pouty full lips. Their first kiss was so gentle that it was almost chaste. But there was fire in them both, so the next kiss was more intense. Cassandra’s mouth was eager, as she was probed Debbie’s mouth with her tongue. Pulling her closer to, Debbie kissed her sensuous lips, making love to her mouth with her own. Debbie could feel Cassandra’s animal passion through her skin in that embrace, a prelude to the raw emotion that was to come. For about 10 or 15-minutes they made out like teenagers with no intimate contact but their arms around each other’s necks. When they finally come up for air, the only visible signs of their arousal was heavy breathing, flushed cheeks and Cassandra’s areolas getting darker and her nipples turning into hard little pencil erasers.
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Between kisses, they just gaze at each other, looking directly into the other’s soul. Caught up in mutual lust they came together again. This time like two teenagers at the drive-in experimenting for the first time, Cassandra’s hand creeps up and caresses Debbie’s breasts through her blouse. As the kiss continues, like a hormone driven teenage boy she discretely starts unbuttoning Debbie’s blouse. Like a giggly teenage girl, Debbie acts like she doesn’t know what Cassandra is doing. I wonder who’s seducing whom, as Debbie’s blouse falls open and Cassandra’s hand moves up and cups her breasts through her lacy bra. As they kiss, Cassandra’s nimble fingers moves to the clasp between Debbie’s breasts and pops her bra lose.
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Once Debbie’s breasts are free, Cassandra leans down and feasts on Debbie’s succulent breasts. As Cassandra’s soft lips close around her already erect nipple, Debbie gives a little gasp and she starts breathing heaver. Debbie’s eyes kind of glazed over as her head fell back on the couch and she surrendered her breasts to Cassandra’s magic lips.
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Eventually Debbie’s hands drifted to Cassandra’s chest and her fingers started gently touching Cassandra’s breasts. Caught up in the passion she was soon kneading her breasts harder. From her heavy breathing it was apparent that Cassandra liked it a little rough. With a low moan, Cassandra pushed Debbie away from her and turned sideways on the couch. Then with a wicked little smile, she laid back on the couch and with the grace of a ballet dancer swung one of her legs over Debbie’s head and rested it on the back of the couch. With one leg on the back of the couch and one foot on the floor, Cassandra’s legs were spread wide, exposing her woman to Debbie’s scrutiny. Awe struck, Debbie could only stare. Raising her arms above her head, Cassandra stretched like a cat. Then with a mischievous smile, she reached up and twisted her fingers in Debbie’s raven hair and pulled her face down to her crotch.
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With a wanton moan, Debbie’s tongue danced up the length of Cassandra’s slit in search of her clit. Debbie moved quickly to cover Cassandra’s pussy with her mouth on and was going absolutely crazy with nothing but pure, unbridled animal lust. As she kissed, sucked, licked Cassandra’s tender swollen pussy. Cassandra was screaming in pure, raw, lust. Her horny pussy loved this new attention and wasn’t satisfied with just a little, she was immediately franticly humped Debbie’s face. Overly eager for the promised orgasm to come, Cassandra clamped her thighs around her lover’s head.
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Finally Debbie must have gotten my Cassandra's swollen clit between her teeth and with both hands on my Cassandra’s ass she wasn‘t going to let go. Angrily, she worked her hips as she tried to fuck Debbie’s mouth with clit, like a man would with his cock. Frantically, Debbie sucked her clit like it was a miniature cock. Her fingers tangled in Debbie’s hair as her muscles tensed in anticipation of release. Her urgency was shocking, but not unexpected. Cassandra was almost out of control bucking and fucking Debbie’s mouth in a way I never thought possible when finally her moment arrived. She howled like a she wolf baying at the moon, as her pussy walls quivered and contracted. Then she forcibly flushed the built up hormones from her body in a mind warping orgasm. One last scream and Cassandra was still, until she took hold of the back of Debbie’s head with both her hands started to slowly fuck her mouth.
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It seemed sacrilegious to invade her lovely angelic mouth, but at that moment I was so lust crazed that didn't matter. Stepping forward, I held my erect cock in front of Cassandra’s face. Cassandra I looked up at the stiff rod inches from her mouth and I could that she was wondering what it would feel like in her mouth. She shyly reached her hand out and touched my hard prick. She moaned and her lips parted of their own accord and her tongue flicked out and licked a drop of pre-cum from the thick bulbous head of my cock. She continued to moan as she tentatively traced the outline of the head with her tongue before she flattened her tongue out and licked my warm throbbing cock like a Popsicle. Then with a shy little smile, she took my aching cock into her mouth, and then held her head still while she enjoyed the spongy feeling of my thick throbbing head between her lips. She held the hard shaft in her hand and sucked on the head as her mouth began to slide over my turgid rod. It felt strangely empowering as her hand pumped my cock while it slid in and out of her lips. Then she opened her throat and took my big cock down her throat until her nose was pressed against my kinky patch of fur.
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Cassandra continued to slowly work my cock with her mouth providing just enough stimulation to keep me hard and excited without letting me cum. I began to lose myself in the experience. My smooth pulsating flesh in her mouth and the primal musky scent each time she buried her face against my pelvis coupled with the intense emotional thrill of the experience only served to intensify her efforts. Her hand was a blur as she sucked and slobbered on my hard throbbing cock. My breathing was coming in short gasps as my climax approached. When her delicate little hand cupped my big hairy balls the sensation was so amazing that I cummed so hard that I thought my balls were exploding. I felt them tighten as my cock spasmed spiting ribbons of warm thick cum into her mouth. Happily she swallowed the gobs of creamy cum as I shot into her mouth. When my cock stopped shooting and Cassandra held it in her mouth like a pacifier.
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Finally Cassandra fell exhaustedly back on the couch and watched Debbie slurping between her outstretched legs. Surprisingly enough, Cassandra enjoyed having Debbie eat her pussy so much that hypnosis was only necessary if Debbie wanted to get into something kinky, like bondage, and role-play. Cassandra was so petite that if she put her hair in a ponytail and wore a school uniform she passed for a teenager. Some times I would hit here trigger word and have her come to the dinner table in a thigh length plaid skirt, modest white blouse, white knee sox and penny loafers, and white cotton ‘granny-panties.’ By the end of the meal she would have committed some infraction that required Debbie to turn her over her knee, flip her skirt and spankings her cotton panty clad butt. Debbie got so excited spanking Cassandra’s perfect little butt that she’d cum all over herself.
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To protect Cassandra from …
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To be continued…
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Roommates
Part-5-of-5
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To protect Cassandra from scandal we confined our play to the privacy of our own home or on out of town trips. I’ll admit that I liked public sex; it gave him a feeling of power. For light amusement, when we were out driving, I’d let truckers watch as Cassandra spread her legs and I played with her pussy. Several times she’s sucked him off in the car at the gas station with the attendant watching while he washed the windshield. When we go to the grocery store I wear a loose skirt with no panties. When no one is around Carl will have me lift my skirt and finger myself than lick my finger. And I’ve blown him many times in the men's restrooms at places like Denny’s, Shari's and Jack in the box. Carl will check out the restroom to be sure that the coast is clear. If there’s no one in there, I’ll duck in and go into the handicap stall. I usually sit on the commode while Carl stands in front of me and fucks my mouth. Several times unsuspecting guys have came in and used the urinal while I was giving Carl a blowjob 3-feet away on the other side of the partition that separates the urinals and the commodes.
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A couple of times, Carl thought that it would be funny to leave me in there while a guy was using the urinal. I would have to squat down on in the commode so they wouldn’t see my feet under the partition and hope they don’t open the stall door.
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One time, I think the guy urinating knew what was going on, because as soon as Carl walked out, he joined me in the stall. Knowing the trouble and the embarrassment I’d have if I were caught, I never said a word. I just unzipped the guy’s pants, took out his dick, and gave him the most incredible blowjob that he’d ever had. When I ducked out, I left him in a euphoric stupor sitting on the commode.
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Between playing with Cassandra and studies grad-school just flew by. Over time Cassandra became almost a part of the family and the 3-of us spent all our free time together. And, surprisingly, Ashley had been right, when used properly, hypnotism was a tremendous study aid. With each other’s help we both graduated with honors. Then thanks to our excellent grades we were both offered excellent jobs and moved to several different cities, including San Francisco.
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We’d become so close that when, after graduation, Debbie and I took jobs and moved to San Francisco, Cassandra went with us. Because we passed her off as Debbie’s cousin no one questioned her living with us. We had been together for a few years and still had a mutually satisfying sex life. I considered myself lucky, my blowjobs didn’t cease immediately after the ‘ceremony’ like it does for most guys. For most guys, when they’re single the oral sex is great. They think ‘Life is good,’ I could get used to this. I think I'll sign up for the lifetime plan. Then, he gives her a ring, says, "I do", eats a mouthful of wedding cake and ‘poof,’ the blowjobs stop. Think to our mutual love of hypnotism, our sex life is as hot as ever. Sometimes I would sneak up on her and take control of her, sometimes when we were in bed she'd whisper, "putting me under." The day came when the invitation to my five-year undergraduate reunion arrived in the mail. I wasn't too excited about going, but Debbie talked me into it. Debbie was so excited about going that she’d gotten both a pedicure and a manicure.
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We arrived at that small college town, settled our things into the hotel room, and went downstairs to the party. I had been mingling and catching up with the guys when I noticed that Debbie was nowhere to be seen. I went back up to the room to check on her; I thought that the flight in might have left her a little unsettled.
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When I walked unexpectedly into our hotel room and there stood Candy, hypnotized. Debbie sat on the bed in a nightgown I didn't recognize.
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”Like the new nightgown?” beamed Debbie happily, “It’s too big for me; its hers. She saw us come in together and caught up with me in the restroom. She introduced herself and told me that she was a friend of yours from school. On a whim, I tried out your favorite trigger words until I hit the last one you had used on her. You never told me that you had hypnotized her without her permission. “
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"Well, Debbie, did Candy ask you to hypnotize her?" I returned.
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”No, she never knew what hit her.” Then with a giggle, she added, “I guess I'm as bad as you are. I would have brought Ashley too, but she is here with her husband Jason and she'd be missed. I was thinking. I know men are always curious about their old flames at reunions, and you never let me put you under, so I thought we'd compromise. Candy's yours if you want her as long as I get to control her. Let me help you decide. Candy, take off that dress. Be a gentleman and help her with the zipper, Brian.”
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The years had been good to Candy; I could see through the red silk dress she wore that she had continued to go to the gym. Besides the very short red silk dress with about twenty buttons down the front, and I swear eight of them open, she was wearing extra tall heels, and a lacy Demi bra and showing lots of breast. Obediently, Candy pushed the silk dress down her body, revealing the equally silky skin beneath. She wiggled and pushed it down past the curve of her hips and it hit the floor. The rest of her clothes followed as Debbie put my first love through a slow, seductive striptease. Once Candy was naked, Debbie reached up and took her face between her hands and said, “God, you’re so beautiful and I want some of that lipstick.” Then she kissed her full on the lips, blotting Candy’s lipstick onto her lips. God Debbie was really hot for Candy and who wouldn't have been. It wasn‘t a long wet kiss, but she made her statement
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"Candy, you are as stiff as a board." Candy began to sway as her subconscious fought to keep her on her feet. A wide-eyed, almost stunned look was frozen onto her face. "Timber!" Debbie shouted, giggling, as she pulled Candy face down onto the bed. Her legs stuck out over the edge just under the knee. Fondling tenderly and then swatting Candy's still firm butt, Debbie asked, "So, is this her best side?" She then flipped Candy's rigid body over with a slight grunt and pulled her all the way up to the headboard. Still stiff, Candy now stared at the ceiling, waiting for instructions. She'd be making no decisions tonight.
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Quickly, I climbed into bed, and began to stroke those small breasts that I had first fondled all those years ago. "Candy, relax." At Debbie's command, Candy's stiff pose became a sprawl on the bed. "Candy, take Brian in your arms and make love to him like you used to." As we began, I wondered. Which woman was I really making love to? The one whose naked body writhed beneath me or the one controlling her movements, using everything she had learned about what I liked over the years? "Candy, become stiff again." She froze, still wrapped around me, her grip tighter than I had ever remembered. Debbie always knew the best time to slow things down. I somehow managed to turn us over to put Candy on top. “Now go completely limp," laughed Debbie. I immediately felt the dead weight of her body press against me as I finished.
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The girls, Debbie's mind and Candy's body, brought me back up for another round two more times.
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Once I was sated, I took over and turned the tables on Debbie. I had her lie flat on her back in the center of the bed. Then I had Candy start at her feet, and then take a slow trip up toward Debbie’s pussy. Candy was stroking her legs while she kissed her way toward the wettest part of Debbie’s body. Her pussy was already very wet and Candy’s cum was making it even she was making it wetter with this slow routine of hers. Debbie couldn't wait, she already had her fingers on Debbie’s pussy by the time Candy’s mouth arrived, but Candy pushed them aside and started to lick Debbie’s beautiful pink slit. God Candy knew what to do to Debbie. She had Debbie going crazy with lust and from wanting to do more. Suddenly Candy turned and placed her pussy directly above Debbie’s hungry mouth.
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Candy was not slowing down not even Debbie flicked her tongue out and started returning the favor. Within a few minutes juices were flowing from both of them. It was only a few more minutes until they were both cumming. It seemed like they were never going to finish. Candy kept herself tight against Debbie’s mouth, so I think she was as starved for pussy as Debbie was. After hugging, kissing and holding each other for a few more minutes, Debbie’s better judgment returned and they decided to get dressed. Then Debbie did something she’d always wanted to do, dress another girl. Once she got started, Candy let Debbie dress her completely, from her bra and panties to her skirt and top. I could tell by the expression on Debbie’s face, it was a very erotic. After Debbie got Candy dressed and sent her back to her room with instructions to go right to sleep and remember nothing the next morning.
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As she snuggled up to me in bed, Debbie said: ”It turns out that Candy wound up living in San Francisco too. She is rooming with another friend of yours from school, Janice.” Then with a nasty little giggle, she said, “Maybe we should invite them over sometime.”
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End of Story…
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