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Mephisto and Martha Part 2
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Mephisto and Martha
Part 2
Faster and faster he thrust into her wonderful body,
feeling the current from the machine driving her wilder with the
continuing orgasms as he started to spurt his own juices into
her!!!
Screaming, they both climaxed together as the machine
automatically shut itself off.
She swam up through the darkness only to be greeted by
more darkness. She was awake now, she was sure, but there was
no light to see by at all. Breathing heavily as the fear
descended into her, she felt a hand touch her left thigh.
"I see you're awake," the Hypnotist's voice said, calmly.
"Don't worry about the darkness, I turned off the lights after
our session. Was I what you expected?" A touch of humor there.
She settled back and remembered dreamily the incredible
orgasm he had brought her to and sighed contentedly. "Yes ...
yes and much more ..." her voice trailed off as his hand moved
up the inside of her leg. She was wet instantly, the scent of
her arousal rising to her nostrils like steam from a cup.
"You were very pleasing yourself," he chuckled, a low
almost animal sounding rumble in the dark that made her smile as
his fingers teased her slit. "You are a very good hypnotic
subject. I'm surprised that you didn't go under when you saw my
show."
She laughed softly at the memory. She had been there with
several of her friends and her mother. Mother was always the
conservative. She had voted for Nixon, Goldwater and even
supported Joe McCarthy at one time. The only reason she was
with them was because her daughter's best friend had invited her
along. Mother was one of the first ones hypnotized, sitting
right in the audience! If it hadn't been for HER, she would
have been hypnotized, too!
By the time she had finished explaining, the Hypnotist was
laughing as well, but for a different reason. Her mother had
been one of the many who had visited him backstage for an
advanced experience in hypnotic control!
His mind flashed back to that memorable night. The woman
was in her mid-forties, sleek and trim with a very up tight
attitude. He had noticed her in the company of about six other,
much younger, women. At first he thought her a house-mother
from the University, but then the idea hit him that this was a
birthday party and she was somebody's real mother. He watched
her out of the corner of his eye as she almost instantly fell
into trance. Her reactions to his suggestions and commands were
uniformly lewd and she came on to him at every opportunity.
He knew from the show that she was a recent widow and that she
was one of the best hypnotic subjects he had ever encountered.
A small suggestion, while she was in trance, that she should
visit him backstage was accepted with almost panting eagerness.
Like Mother, Like Daughter he laughed to himself, especially as
he was going to see her again, as he had weekly from the date of
the show almost a year ago.
She was a minx in bed and hotter than a blowtorch. His mind
reeled with the idea of a threesome with the two of them and
rejected it almost immediately. Their ethical and moral codes
would never allow something as far out as THAT!
He looked over at his new slave and smiled. He was almost
ready for his second go-round with her. She looked back at him
with a sunny smile which became a glassy-eyed stare as he
casually snapped his fingers twice. She rose from the chair
moving fluidly, like a sleepwalker, over to him as he shifted in
the chair to allow her better access to his tool.
She knelt in front of him slowly, like fog descending from
above, her hands moving to his zipper, freeing his thick rod.
Bending over it, she slowly sank her hot, tight lips down over
the knob of his cock and continued down to the root of his
shaft. Her mouth felt like warm honey as she moved up his shaft
with the speed of molasses in january, her suction a hot and
clinging delight to his rock hard member.
He reached down and cupped her right ear and she froze in
place, her trance deepened exponentially. He spoke softly to
her enthralled mind. "Each stroke you make up and down my cock,
you FEEL my cock also stroking up your pussy. Every movement
you make with your mouth on me, you will also feel in your
lovecanal!" Snapping his fingers, he broke her trance and she
started running her baby soft lips faster and faster up and down
his tool. Her sucking became more and more urgent as she thrust
her own hips against the imaginary cock that was doing to her
just what she was doing to him!
She felt the hot prick Moving in and out of her like a
twisting piston, rounding the sensitive nub of her clit and
sending shocking waves of energy through her! The taste of his
cock in her mouth was like nothing she'd ever tasted and she
couldn't get enough!! He was stroking her hair and moaning
softly, a sound that made her ecstatic with joy. She was making
him happy! It seemed to be the most important thing in the
world. She picked up speed a bit, swirling her tongue around
the knob of his rock hard tool and gasping as the cock down
below did the exact same thing to HER!
Her lovely head bobbed up and down faster and faster. His
breath was coming in ragged gasps as she drove them both to
heaven with her perfect mouth. Crying aloud, he came in large,
steady spurts and, as he did, he cupped both of her shell-like
ears in a post hypnotic signal.
She felt the hot spurts of his cream jetting into her
mouth. Tasting like a rich wine, she eagerly started to swallow
every drop when his hands touched her ears and her whole body
convulsed in the most unbelievable orgasm she had ever
experienced! She arched her back and screamed as she came and
came and came!!!
Darkness engulfed her then.
She awoke, alone. On the table, a single red rose and a
note. It was in a man's firm hand. "We will meet again, I
have placed a compulsion in your mind to meet me in the future,
a compulsion you agreed to follow before I placed it in your
mind. You will have no idea what the signal that triggers this
compulsion is, but you WILL follow it. I am looking forward to
it!" It was signed simply with the letter "H."
She could hardly wait.
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