Hypnosis – A Federal Case - Pt. 3

FBI Special Agent Elizabeth Wilcox lowered her sweat-slicked body next to hypnotist Joseph J. Lexington.

“I have a question,” Wilcox said, settling into Lexington’s arms.

“I have an answer,” Lexington replied, stroking Wilcox’s raven hair.

“What if you get a hard-on during the presentation?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Natalia Kravchenko. You’ve got a serious thing for her.”

“And you don’t?”

“My thing doesn’t come with a nine-inch dick.”

“That’s a demonstrably false statement.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I’ll just tie-it into the lecture. Pavlov’s hard-on,” Lexington said. “A joke?” he added, clocking Wilcox’s blank expression.

“What you did to my asshole was no joke.”

“Yeah it is. You’ll be walking funny for a week.”

“Are you ever serious?”

“I’m always serious.”

“Seriously horny.”

“Ah. You got me there.”

“Yeah I do,” Wilcox said, giving Lexington’s wrist-thick shaft a playful squeeze.

A fragrant breeze cooled the intertwined lovers. Wilcox’s breathing slowed, synchronizing with Lexington’s rising and falling chest. Her mind began to drift.

A realization interrupted Wilcox’s daydreams.

Something was wrong. Her mouth was bone dry. Her heart jack-hammering in her chest. All her major muscles tightening.

Wilcox tried to identify the danger triggering her fight or flight response. The answer was so bizarre she almost laughed.

The fit Fed was on the brink of an enormous orgasm. Like a surfer being pulled towards a mountainous wave, she was powerless to resist its pull.

Without thinking, Wilcox inched closer to Lexington, rubbing her aching pussy against the hypnotist’s thigh.

Within seconds, the flesh-on-flesh friction unleashed a mega-tsunami of mind-blowing pleasure.

Every nerve, muscle, cell and fiber of Wilcox’s body lit-up like a Christmas tree. An overwhelming rush of mind-blowing pleasure obliterated all sense of time, space and distance.

Three words surfaced from somewhere deep inside Wilcox’s mind: petit mort. Little death. French slang for orgasm.

The same words whispered into her ear by a sleek foreign exchange student — after hammering Wilcox’s clit with her tongue. Bringing the future Fed to her first orgasm.

The climax wracking Wilcox’s adult body bested her barely-legal encounter by several orders of magnitude. She writhed uncontrollably, her body constrained by Lexington’s embrace-turned-wrestling-hold.

At some point, the orgasm controlling her body and scrambling her brain began to loosen its grip. Not quickly, and not entirely.

Before Wilcox could think about what had happened, another wave loomed, larger than the first.

“Oh god,” Wilcox cried out.

The second climax hit Wilcox with twice the violence of the first.

She screamed. An animal sound partially muffled by Lexington’s finger in her ear. Sliding in and out of her ear canal.

Lexington’s finger felt like his gigantic cock thrusting into the parts of her pussy no normal-sized man could reach. Only more intense.

“Please!” Wilcox shouted desperately, thrashing like a freshly-landed fish.

“Please what?” Lexington demanded.

Wilcox couldn’t answer. A part of her wanted the orgasm to stop. A part of her wanted it to last forever.

When Lexington finally removed his finger from Wilcox’s ear, the FBI agent collapsed. Moaning. Sweating. Shaking.

“What the fuck was that?” Wilcox asked, placing a hand on her legs in a vain attempt to quell the involuntary spasms.

“Hypnosis.”

“When?”

“When you were asleep.”

“Did I ASK you for a second pussy?”

“Did you ask your parents for the first one?”

“Asshole.”

“Is that a diss or a request?”

“Are you going to do this to Natalia? In front of everyone? In front of her father?”

“Problem,” Lexington announced, stretching out on the bed.

“Challenge,” Wilcox corrected, regaining her senses.

“Quentin McDermott implanted a blocking command.”

“What does McDermott want?”

Lexington studied Wilcox’s poker face.

“Why don’t you tell me FBI Special Agent Elizabeth Wilcox.”

“If I told you I’d have to kill you.”

“Let me see if I’ve got this straight,” Lexington said, putting his hands behind his head.

“So to speak,” Wilcox teased.

“I’ve got to let Mcdermott suck my dick before I can hypnotize the Ambassador’s daughter to fuck you.”

“Your first time getting blown by a guy?”

“I’ve had plenty of offers,” Lexington said defensively.

“I’m sure you have,” Wilcox said, nodding at Lexington’s gigantic manhood.

“I don’t know what you’re playing at, but fuck you.”

“Trust me JJ. You’re going to love it.”

“I repeat. Fuck you.”

“Anytime. Meanwhile, do you have any Q-tips?”

Hypnosis – A Federal Case - Pt. 3 by Justincase59

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