Hypnosis – A Federal Case Pt. 2

Jonathan J. Lexington stopped outside the heavy wooden door, listening to the moans and groans filtering into the hallway.

Voyeurism wasn't the hypnotist's thing. If forced to choose, he preferred to be watched, rather than watch.

Even so, Lexington was nothing if not a curious man. A lifelong student of human nature. And an irredeemable horn dog.

The woman on the other side of the door began screaming. A sound combining pleasure and pain in equal measure. Again and again. Faster and faster. Louder and louder.

"Fuck her harder," a male voice urged in a thick Slavic accent.

Lexington didn't wait for the inevitable climax. Nature called. Besides, he had work to do...

"Get lost?" FBI Special Agent Wilcox asked.

"Not as lost as when I stare in your eyes."

"When you're fucking me," Wilcox clarified.

True story. If ever a woman put Lexington into a cock-stiffening euphoric state, FBI Special Agent Wilcox was it.

No matter how, when or where the gray-haired hypnotist got down and dirty with the ridiculously fit FBI agent, he was mesmerized.

Captivated by the sights, smells, sounds and sensations of sex with a woman who catered to, indeed encouraged, his every desire.

Standing next to his FBI handler cum lover, watching her scan the embassy ballroom in a black dress so sexy and simple it must have cost a fortune, Lexington felt an old weakness coming on strong.

"I found a private bathroom," Lexington hinted.

"There's no such thing as private," Wilcox admonished, nodding at a gorilla dressed in an ill-fitting suit. "And in case you forgot, you just covered my face with cum."

"Which looks fabulous," Lexington said, plucking a glass of champagne from a passing waiter's tray.

"Best moisturizer ever," Wilcox admitted. "You talked to the ambassador's daughter yet?"

"I'm waiting for the right moment."

"Don't wait too long. I turn into an abused step-sister at midnight."

"The best ones do."

"There she is," Wilcox said, nodding at a beautiful blond girl approaching a gleaming grand piano in the middle of the room.

With her blond hair pulled back in a tight bun, Natalia Kravchenko's fine features and sky blue eyes were on full display.

Her skin-tight silver cocktail dress did nothing to disguise a body built for both speed and comfort, and much to enhance it.

"She's stunning," Lexington said, unnecessarily.

Natalia adjusted her dress, lowered herself onto the piano stool and closed her eyes.

True to form, Lexington imagined the regal teen closing her eyes as his monster cock penetrated her pussy.

"Your job is to get her to fuck me," Wilcox whispered, reading the day-dreaming hypnotist's mind.

"Sloppy seconds?"

Wilcox sighed and shook her head.

Natalia's fingers danced on the Steinway's keys with all the confident fluidity and technical expertise of a concert pianist.

Lexington's mind wandered. Not for the first time, a disquieting question surfaced.

No doubt: hypnotizing Natalia to have sex with Agent Wilcox would set a chain of events into motion that would change the girl's life. For the better or worse?

"Diplomacy is a blood sport," Lexington's history professor declared back in the day.

"Let the bodies hit the floor," Lexington said to himself.

A ballroom door creaked open, interrupting Lexington's reverie. Half the room turned to look.

A statuesque woman entered dressed in a royal blue gown, showcasing a figure time had done nothing to diminish.

Lexington clocked the late arrival's resemblance to the pianist. Natalia's mother, then. But there was more to it than that...

Mrs. Kravchenko's body language and the faraway look in her eyes told Lexington she was a freshly-fucked female. Most likely the woman getting railed in the back room.

A few moments later, Ambassador Kravchenko followed wearing a disheveled tuxedo and a smug, self-satisfied grin.

"Looks like Mom and Dad have been having fun," Wilcox observed.

"You don't know the half of it," Lexington said. "Make that the two-thirds of it."

Wilcox raised an eyebrow, then put her finger to her lips, nodding in the direction of the ambassador's daughter.

When Natalia finished the fiendishly difficult piano piece, she remained perfectly still, insensitive to the applause echoing in the caverness room.

"Here he comes," Wilcox warned as the crowd returned to the business of socializing.

"Well, if it isn't famous hypnotist Joseph Lexington," Ambassador Kravjenko said in an accent as thick as zharkoye stew. "And how is my favorite FBI Agent?"

The ambassador leered at Wilcox while maintaining a vice grip on Lexington's hand.

"I'll let you two get acquainted," Wilcox said, heading for an older gentleman at a nearby table.

"She is very beautiful," Kravjenko said, accepting a glass of champagne.

Following Kravjenko's eye-line, Lexington found himself staring at Natalia.

The belle of the ball was pretending to listen to praise from fawning admirers. Her head slowly swiveled towards Lexington and Ambassador Kravchenko.

When Natalia saw the hypnotist staring at her from across the room, their eyes locked like industrial magnets.

"You want to fuck her?" Ambassador Kravjenko asked, accepting a glass of champagne from a handsome waiter.

"If she's as good with my dick as she is with that piano," Lexington shrugged, maintaining eye contact with the ambassador's daughter.

"I like you," Kravchenko laughed. "You've got balls."

"And an enormous cock," Lexington said, facing the ambassador.

"This I've heard."

"And I know what I heard earlier."

"What do you want?"

"Introduce me to Natalia."

"She's a virgin," Kravchenko said. "And she's going to stay that way. Zrozumilo?"

"Zrozumilo. I want her for a stage show."

"McDermott didn't pay," Kravchenko said dismissively before downing his sparking wine.

"I'll fuck your wife until she can't move. Then fuck her again while she's lying there. Comatose."

"Why I trust a hypnotist with my daughter?"

"Because you'll be watching. As usual."

"I am thirsty," Kravchenko said, staring into the bottom his empty glass.

"Yeah you are," Lexington agreed as the ambassador left.

Twenty minutes later, Ambassador Kravchenko escorted his daughter to Lexington's side.

The nineteen-year-old piano prodigy listened to her father's introduction with a practiced smile -- as if she hadn't shared an intimate moment with her guest.

"Gaspard de la Nuit," Lexington said, shaking a hand as delicate as fine porcelain.

"I love Ravel," Natalia said.

"He's always spoken highly of you," Lexington joked.

Natalia's smile changed into something more genuine. More importantly, she glanced at Wilcox.

"Cascading arpeggios, tremolos, delicate melodic lines," Lexington continued. "What's not to love?"

"Like shimmering water."

"Dr. Lexington wants to use you in a stage show," Ambassador Kravchenko announced. "Like McDermott."

"It's more of a demonstration."

"Of?" Natalia challenged.

"The power of positive thinking."

"And how to use a beautiful girl to sell tickets," Kravchenko added. "You will go."

"Thank you Natalia," Lexington said, watching her give her father the side-eye...

"Damage Spock?" Wilcox said to Lexington while they waited for the valet to wheel-up in Lexington's Porsche.

"She has the female characteristic I prize above all."

"What's that?"

"Low self-esteem."

"Oh really?" Wilcox said, thanking the valet opening her door.

"Focus," Lexington said, settling into the driver's seat. "Did you see the way she glanced at you when she smiled? You're in."

"That's not my impression."

"I've got better news," Lexington revealed, easing the car into traffic.

"Let me guess. You're horny."

"Yes," Lexington said, unzipping his pants. "And Natalia's a sexually repressed virgin."

"Well you sure aren't," Wilcox said, reclining her chair and grabbing the hypnotist's cock.

"Sexual repression comes from cultural, religious and family restrictions. When girls feel shame and guilt about their sexuality, they develop emotional and psychological issues, including low self-esteem."

"I love it when you talk dirty," Wilcox said, lowering her head to Lexington's towering manhood.

"Not as much as you love cum."

"You mean pussy," Wilcox said, running her tongue up and down Lexington's shaft.

"Respect," Lexington groaned, fantasizing about breaking Natalia's cherry.

A fantasy eventually exceeded by the reality.

Hypnosis – A Federal Case Pt. 2 by Justincase59

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