The Hypnotist - Part 18

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In this part Michelle services her last customer, an ex-co-worker, at the motel before heading home with Carmen following. Michelle visits Sam Barlow and Marvin Cranston makes a move while Gerry struggles to come to grips with what is going on and how to stop it.

I anticipate two more chapters before ending this series but, the good news is that I put together a Mephisto spin-off titled "The Apprentice Hypnotist". I plan to add it to the final part of The Hypnotist as a bonus. Keep the comments coming as it is my only compensation. Enjoy!

In the meantime remember, as always, that this story is pure fantasy fiction and that all characters engaging in any sexual activity are 18 years of age or older. I do not condone any coercive, threatening, violent or aggressive behavior (including blackmail) towards women or anyone else for that matter. October 22, 2026

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Robbie...

Robbie waited for the explosive response and was shocked when it didn't materialize.

He couldn't figure out how Rodney had got his hooks into her believing that it must be some form of blackmail or threat. But her reaction told him that there was something else going on. She reminded him of a fleshy life-like mannequin... almost robotic.

As his eyes travelled across her chest it was clear that she was not shy about revealing her body to the world which was unlike her. She had always dressed conservatively -- at least at school -- and had gone to extreme measures to avoid showing the slightest hint of any cleavage. This was in sharp contrast to what he was now seeing. Her t-shirt was close to being translucent. There wasn't a detail about her large heavy puckered tipped breasts that couldn't be made out. She might as well have been walking around topless.

For a moment Robbie pictured her on a stage in nothing other than high heels and a g-string propelling herself around a silver pole while a number of men shouted out their appreciation for her efforts from the shadows anxious for a personalized lap dance soon to follow.

Robbie thought that he wouldn't have had any trouble whatsoever picking those melons out in a police lineup. They were not something he would soon forget. They were elite class tits.

And while Robbie hardened at the sight of her near naked tits it was her ass that had always drawn his attention. That hadn't changed as he invited her in and told her to remove her tight shorts.

From the moment he had first met her -- the year he became a teacher -- he thought that she had the most amazing ass he had ever seen. It was perfection in every sense of the word, tempting and taunting every male in sight of her even though it seemed that she was naively unaware of the effect she had on men. It was that fascination and obsession that took control of him when dancing with her at that infamous employee Christmas party where the trajectory of his life would take a serious hit.

She had been wearing a knee length skirt that kept flying up as she twirled her way through one dance after another with her husband. Clearly the two were quite proficient at dancing and it was equally clear that she loved being spun around and around by her husband.

Robbie had been salivating at the sight hoping the twirling would increase until her skirt revealed her panty-covered ass. It was like watching a busty woman with a few blouse buttons undone leaning forward, testing the strength and resilience of the material, while hoping that the material would give way, baring her magnificent breasts.

Robbie had been beside himself with lust fueled by one too many drinks, a tiny pitchfork bearing devil on his shoulder urging him to go for it. He had been convinced that he would have creamed in his pants right there had she inadvertently revealed her ass. She had been dancing a half dozen dances with her husband when he bowed out and disappeared and headed for the men's room. That's when Robbie saw his chance and moved quickly to the dance floor tapping her on the shoulder asking if she wanted to dance.

She agreed as the orchestra began to play a slow dance tune. Robbie could tell that she was disappointed having hoped for something livelier and less informal and intimate. She would strictly reserve slow dances for her husband but had committed to accepting the dance with her co-worker.

It had been the perfect storm. His seven inch cock was thick with blood, the head primed for a slow penetrating intrusion. He was more than ready for action when his alcohol weakened judgement was quashed by lust.

He took her by complete surprise and, before she could react, reached around her and took hold of her ass cheeks aggressively pulling her forward so that she could feel his throbbing erection. He would question himself over and over wondering what had possessed him to take that chance surrounded by dozens of witnesses most of whom were his co-workers and superiors. But there was no turning back. In his mind she would have been waiting for such a move from him and welcoming it, ready to offer much more, taking him by the hand and leaving with him for the nearest hotel.

Her response, however, was not what his addled mind had expected. She screamed, viciously pulled back, and slapped him so hard on the face that he thought that he had lost a filling. The music abruptly ended and everyone stopped doing what they were doing and turned to the commotion on the dance floor.

That was just the beginning as one woman after another came forward in support telling their boyfriends and husbands that they too had been manhandled by Robbie.

Robbie saw the writing on the wall and quickly exited the building as a lynch mob of offended males began to group.

While Robbie managed to escape unharmed, except for a red hand mark adorning his cheek, he knew that it wasn't over. His years of pleasuring himself at the expense of female co-workers and students who were too ashamed to come forward were over. The following day he learned that he was being let go. It wasn't a quiet opportunity to resign slinking away to some other city and beginning his life anew. No, his departure was loud and very public. His life took a serious downturn from there, leading him to the dilapidated motel. But now he felt a chance for some retribution. His main accuser was standing bottomless before him with no means to stop what was about to happen. For a second Robbie wondered whether her muscular husband was thinking about her. That made him harder, knowing that she was undefended and at his mercy, at least for the next fifteen minutes.

He looked her in the eye. He would describe the look as blank.

"Cat got your tongue!" he said waiting for some recognition but her expression remained blank.

He smiled. "Pussy is going to have my tongue in a moment," he said playfully.

His eyes drifted to her hardened nipples. He took hold of each bud, rolling, then pulling them stretching them almost causing her to fall forward before releasing them and watching them spring back. His evil smile said it all.

He moved back a couple of feet and undressed. When his hard seven inches sprang free he saw her eyes look down taking in the sight. Her mouth opened and her tongue slowly caressed her own thick lips. He could have sworn that her breathing accelerated a bit.

"You like him don't you?" he teased.

She nodded; her eyes fixated on the erection.

"Give it a kiss then," he said.

She moved forward and bent over obscenely as if preparing herself for a hard cock entering her from behind. She took hold of the base and pointing it skyward she planted her lips on the soft spongy head and kissed it.

"Now take it in your mouth. Let's see how much you can take."

Her mouth opened wider and her head moved down the length as it slowly filled her mouth.

"Ahhh fuckkk..." he moaned, "that feels amazing. Who knew that you would be good at that," he added.

"Give it a good sucking Michelle," he told her.

She obeyed immediately working her magic on him fucking his cock with her mouth, her tongue adding to his growing pleasure.

After a few minutes he pushed her head up and off him.

"That's enough for now. Don't want to blow my load just yet."

"Now it's my turn!" he said.

He had her stand up straight and told her to spread her feet apart as he moved on to his knees his face inches from her pussy.

He stared at her pussy slightly open with the spread position she presented. This was what he had been waiting for. He moved his hands behind her and took a firm hold of her buttocks, flesh on flesh. His hands squeezed and massaged her ass pulling her cheeks apart.

"Your ass is mine!" he said gruffly.

"Tell me it's mine!" he said aggressively.

"My ass is yours."

"You're damm right it is Mrs. Wilkensen and I want you to remember that."

"Now for a taste of your pussy," he said placing his thumbs on either side of her thick pussy lips and slowly drawing them apart. His eyes consumed the vision of sensuous folds, a partially concealed opening, blossoming and ripening by the second while a clit hovered patiently over it all showing its eagerness by hardening and thickening as if calling for attention.

Robbie pressed his mouth against her, working slowly and purposefully, looking as if he was slowly eating a delicious slice of watermelon. His tongue and lips roamed unimpeded through her most private parts exploring and tasting her very essence. Within minutes her hands here on the back of his head drawing him into her.

"Mmmm... mmmm..." she continually moaned as the sensations took complete control of her. Robbie smiled into her pussy as he feasted on her.

He pressed into her with his mouth his lips managing to capture each of her folds one by one paying homage to glistening smooth flesh that was becoming wetter and wetter by the minute. Her hips began to push against his mouth further encouraging him.

He pressed his nose against her clit as his tongue and lips sucked sweetly at the succulent flesh. His cock was painfully hard, bobbing excitedly between his legs, anxious for its own taste of her. Anyone watching would have thought he was eating an oyster out of the shell with the slurping, sucking, and chewing sounds intermingled with mewling sounds of arousal and pure pleasure.

Robbie wanted to finger her but did not want to let go of her amazing ass. But a glance at his watch told him that he only had five minutes left with her. He needed to move fast. He wasn't about to waste this opportunity uncertain of whether he would have a second chance.

He looked around the room looking for a bare spot next to the wall.

"There!" he said, "get over there," he added pointing.

She followed his lead and moved to the only part of the wall unencumbered by furniture, shelves, or paintings.

"Turn and face the wall," he ordered, "good. Place your hands on the wall and bend your upper body. Perfect! Now push your ass to me and spread your legs."

He stopped, held his breath, and stared hungrily at her.

"You could cure ED in that position Michelle," he said smiling as he shuffled forward until the tip of his cock touched her ass. He immediately pulled back as he felt that out-of-control sensation building deep in his balls. He wanted this to last and to count. While the thought of him dumping his load all over her perfect ass had him shaking with need and desire he vowed to defer that to next time assuming he would have her again.

He stood motionless letting his crazy spiraling emotions subside. His breathing and heart rate slowly returned to normal while he closed his eyes tight to temporarily remove the visual temptation inches away.

Knowing that the clock was ticking away he gathered himself and eased forward.

"Guide me into you!" he said.

He felt thin cool fingers grasp him and gently pull him forward. He followed along until he felt a wet satin like feel and then slowly increasing pressure as he eased into her one inch at a time until he couldn't go any further. His pelvis pushed up against her raised ass. He was all the way in.

"Ohhh fuckkk..." he said not believing that he was finally doing it with her. He took hold of her waist with both hands controlling her. He leaned his torso back so that his pelvis was angled almost straight up. His position was perfect. She would feel every stroke that would feel like she was being lifted off the ground.

He paused before gathering himself and, using his hips, pushed upward slightly, lifting her. Then the real fucking began. He was like a caged animal that had been freed. He fucked her at a furious pace, his pelvis enticingly shaking her ass with each quick thrust.

"Sixty fucking miles an hour," he said as he furiously fucked her. No one had ever fucked her like this. She would never have tolerated it.

With seconds remaining her pussy convulsed, her inner muscles clamping down hard enough to test his rapidly declining resolve. Her body's response was to empty the balls of the man mating with her. Her body won out as he screamed and ranted as his cock erupted spewing one stream after stream splashing against her cervix. Her pussy channel filled with his seed and, unable to contain it all, a thin stream emerged from her flowing to the carpet between her feet. But each blast of semen added to a growing orgasm that hit her with the force of a sexual tsunami. She ground back willingly and anxiously against the erupting cock consumed with lust as her body tried to capture every drop.

Seconds passed as their bodies slowed and stopped moving and thrashing. The room filled with the sounds of heavy breathing. Robbie smiled at watching his long thick cock emerge triumphantly from the receptive pussy of the woman who had destroyed his life. He had gotten some sense of pay back but his anger wasn't satisfied. He wanted more -- much more.

He physically turned her towards him. They stood face to face inches apart when he leaned forward and kissed her passionately. She returned the passion, pressing her body against his, her pussy leaking like a tiny waterfall.

A moment later there was a knock at the door telling him that his time was up. He broke the kiss and ordered her to get cleaned up and dressed. As she passed him he slapped her ass as hard as he could leaving a bright red hand mark on her. She jumped and squealed, turning back to him and smiling. He felt himself begin to harden again.

"A little payback!" he said as she walked into the bathroom to clean up.

Robbie smiled at the sperm trail she left as she made her way to the bathroom.

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Carmen followed her home in his car. As instructed she obeyed all the road signs and before long she was pulling into her driveway. Gerry wouldn't be home for another two hours. Carmen pulled alongside her and helped her out of her car and into her home. He followed along, unaware that the next door neighbour, Peter Kent had been quietly watching.

Carmen wanted nothing more than to have sex with her as soon as she was home but knew the risks were high but after watching her perform with the four men at the motel he was no longer thinking straight.

He knew that entering her home was dangerous but he couldn't help himself. He ordered her to sit down on the living room couch and to remove her t-shirt. He pulled down his pants and underwear and told her to suck his cock.

She leaned forward and took him in her mouth while his hands played with her breasts and nipples. He rocked his hips back and forth fucking her mouth while she toyed with his balls.

Carmen was in a dream world as the erotic sensations spread through his body. He looked down at her bobbing tits and head and grinned. But the liquid pressure on his cock proved too much for the over-sexed balding paunchy man as he froze and stiffened, as his cock unleashed a torrent of sperm that had lay dormant in his balls for the past few months.

He watched her throat work swallowing as much of it as she could but some dribbled out, landing on the upper parts of her breasts, before trailing on down past her nipples. Carmen felt his cock hardening already at the sight, but he had to leave now. Her husband was less than an hour away... but if he decided to come home early and catch him with his wife it would be all over. He began to feel the beginnings of a panic attack but fought it down as he quickly dressed ordering her to wash thoroughly as soon as he was out the door.

He turned to her just before leaving telling her to be very loving to her husband and to suck his cock but not to have intercourse with him. Carmen didn't like Gerry Wilkensen but he knew that she was the type of woman who would never have sucked a man's cock. He wanted her sucking as many cocks as possible even if one belonged to her husband.

She was turning on the shower faucets as Carmen backed out of the driveway headed home. He was unaware that Pete Kent had taken a number of photos of him leaving the home. Pete vowed to talk to Gerry about what he had seen. But he had begun to think that Michelle was suffering from something neurological, maybe nymphomania or maybe she had set-up her own private call girl service. He recalled reading about a woman who had experienced a mild stroke that altered her brain waves turning her into a sex crazed addict even though she was happily married with three children. He didn't know what to think. Why else would so many different men visit her while her husband was at work. Then his thoughts turned to the man she had returned with, albeit it in a separate car. He wondered where she had been all this time.

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Having showered and re-applied make-up she hid her slutty clothes in a bottom drawer and dressed more appropriately including wearing a fashionable button-down blouse, appropriate dress shorts, bra and panties. She was expecting Gerry home any minute as she elegantly walked down the stairs. Gerry walked in before she made it to the landing.

Gerry stared up at the litheness and fluid motion of his wife. To Gerry (and many others) she exuded sex with every movement. He felt himself harden. She turned and gave him that sexy smile she had once reserved only for him. He smiled back.

She was his wife, the love of his life. It was killing him that their relationship, particularly their intimacy, had taken such a turn for the worse. He blamed Mephisto most of all but knew that he shouldered part of the blame. He had made that proverbial deal with the devil and now he was paying the price.

She sensuously walked up to him and folded him in her arms; her lips pressed to his. He hoped that the tides had turned and that the hypnotic influence was slowly being eroded and that she was returning to her normal self.

But that thought was shattered when she moved back and said, "I hope you're hungry," she added playfully.

Gerry stood with a blank expression before saying, "I am a little hungry. What's for dinner?" he naively asked.

"That's not the hunger I meant," she said with a soft whispery sexy voice that caused his to cock to thicken.

Gerry gulped knowing that she was still under the influence of the hypnosis. In all their years together he knew that she would never have acted like this. She had likened such behavior to that of prostitutes. Yet here she was...

She took his hand, smiled knowingly, and led him up the stairs to her bedroom. Gerry couldn't call it his anymore ever since he was cast out to the guest room.

Gerry's heart raced. He couldn't wait to finally fuck his wife. It had been too long -- way too long. He was anxious to fill her with his sperm hoping that she would become pregnant and all of this would change for the better. He was hopeful as he entered her bedroom.

"Take off your clothes!" she ordered.

He quickly obeyed and stood naked his cock as hard as it was ever going to get.

She stared down at it licking her lips slowly. He waited for her to strip down but she remained fully clothed. She told him to sit on the edge of the bed while she moved to her knees her arms laid along his thighs, her mouth in perfect position.

Gerry inhaled sharply as he felt the tip of her tongue move just under the rim of the head of his cock trailing along this super-sensitive pathway all around his cock. Gerry tensed at the insane pleasure emanating from this tentative exploration by his wife.

He felt her move a hand that cupped his balls while her mouth encircled the head slurping and sucking it as it leaked profusely.

Gerry stared at his wife in shock. She had never done this so expertly before. He momentarily wondered where she had learned this new skill. But those inquisitive thoughts quickly vanished as she moved her mouth down slowly, her lips holding the shaft tightly while her tongue perpetually licked and teased the overly sensitive shaft. Then she was at the base having taken the full length. She slowly moved back up then down. She was slow fucking him with her mouth and he was already close to cumming.

Feeling him tense, she pulled her mouth from him with a liquidy suck that had him on the edge.

"Not yet!" she said playfully giving him a breather to recover.

Then without a word she removed her blouse and bra smiling at his reaction to seeing her hard nippled breasts bobbing and swaying within reach.

She let a minute pass while teasingly holding his gaze as she took her own breasts in her hands and caressed them. Gerry was beside himself at the erotic sight. This was just additional confirmation that she was still under hypnotic influence.

"Stand up!" she said.

Gerry stood while she remained on her knees. His cock was perfectly lined up with her mouth.

"Now let's finish this," she said, "you are going to fuck my mouth!"

Gerry just nodded, not certain what to expect. This was new territory.

She opened her mouth and eased forward again taking his length into her mouth until her lips were pressed against the base of his cock. He felt strong sucking before she began to pull back, her lips holding tight to his cock. Then with only the head in her mouth she reached around and grabbed Gerry's buttocks pulling him forward while she remained perfectly still. The cock slid into her mouth. She switched her hands from his buttocks to his pelvis pushing him back. The cock slid from her mouth. She then grabbed onto his hips and pulled him forward then pushed him back helping him fuck her mouth. He got with the program quickly and took her head in his hands as he started to fuck her mouth as if he were fucking her pussy.

He could feel her smile around his pistoning cock as he face-fucked her.

On and on it went until he felt that all too familiar sensation rising from his balls as his cock readied to explode.

She felt it too as the cock in her mouth swelled thicker and hardened further with each stroke. Her tongue licked the sensitive underside of him adding to the immense pleasure that was threatening. Suddenly he groaned loudly, having lost complete control. He thrust faster as semen raced up his shaft and shot out with one hard blast. Her throat worked furiously as she swallowed it all. A second less intense stream shot out following the first load down her throat before she pulled her mouth off him and held his cock at her chest.

Gerry looked down, caught up in the intense pleasure racing through him that had not yet been sated. He felt a third stream building then exploding from the tip of his cock but this time she held on to it like a tiny fire hose directing the spray to her breasts covering as much of her nipples as possible with the discharge.

Gerry was shocked and stimulated at the same time as a fourth and final dribbling ejaculation eased out of him. This time Michelle let the first thick drop land perfectly on her erect left nipple before licking the residue from him, taking it into her mouth, savoring what to her was an exquisite taste.

Gerry would never forget that moment. It was etched permanently into his memories.

He stood hovering over his wife who was trembling as if she were on the verge of hyperthermia.

"Are you okay?" he asked visibly concerned.

She looked up, semen adorning her puffy lips.

"You need to take a shower," she said ignoring his question.

Michelle was spiraling. The cock in her mouth and the semen on her breasts had together increased her arousal like none other. She was as horny as she had ever been and desperately needed relief. But the hypnotic trance prevented her from obtaining any coital relief from her husband.

Gerry picked up his clothes and headed for the master bedroom shower unaware of the inner struggle his wife was facing.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"To shower. Remember. You just told me..."

"Not there! That's my shower."

"Are you serious Michelle?" he asked exasperated.

"We need to reconnect first," she said, "don't you remember?"

"Yah! I remember," he said upset, "correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't we just reconnect a minute ago?"

"I mean emotionally connect Gerry," she said emphatically.

He was about to respond when she dismissively cut him off.

"Then off you go," she said pointing to the door.

"When do you want to have our next date?" he asked trying to salvage something.

"Maybe later this week."

Gerry lowered his head and walked out wondering whether things would ever return to normal. At least she gave him sex this time although he still desperately wanted to fuck her.

The minute Gerry vacated the room she waited and listened. She rushed topless to the bathroom and cleaned up wiping the semen from her face and breasts. She brushed her teeth twice, gargled with mouth wash, reapplied her make-up and brushed her hair out. She looked at herself in the mirror pleased with how she looked. She heard the guest room shower running and quickly put on her bra and blouse before racing down the stairs.

She pulled out a lasagna from the fridge that she had made from scratch and popped it in the oven. She grabbed a piece of paper and pen and wrote out a quick note before grabbing her purse and car keys. She stared at the new key on her key chain before leaving.

The note read: Gerry, I had to run out to the office. I forgot something. It's really important and can't wait. I should be back in an hour or two. Your dinner is in the oven and should be ready in forty five minutes. See you soon! Love. Michelle.

Twenty minutes later Michelle Wilkensen sat naked on the lap of an equally naked Sam Barlow her legs wide open as the big man expertly played with her pussy and tits while French kissing her. Her moans and encouragement ramped up his excitement by the second at the unexpected visit.

Over the last few weeks of private sex lessons Sam had lost nearly twenty pounds earning him a half dozen additional lessons -- it was a win/win.

In the meantime he had learned that her teaching skills were well above average although, truth be told, he was an extremely motivated student.

She had recently taught him how to touch her, identifying her sensitive areas, and how to use his fingers and mouth on her. He was surprised at how sensitive her feet, thighs, back, neck and ears were. He now knew enough to increase her arousal to the breaking point where she would be begging for it simply by touching and kissing non-sexual parts of her body. It helped tremendously that she spent considerable time on what she called on the job training. She refused to move on to other interesting exploratory efforts until he mastered what he had been shown. And she admitted that he was a quick learner.

While his fingers explored between her legs and his mouth lovingly sucked a bloated nipple he recalled his recent lessons.

They had spent the better part of a few hours on her pussy and surrounding areas. She had walked him through fingering techniques that were sexually powerful to her including how to pleasure her with subtle finger touches at the base of her clitoris and what she called a clitoral stroke. Once he had learned all her vaginal and clitoral secrets and had again mastered them, it was on to her breasts and nipples.

Given that her breasts and cleavage were the first things that drew her to him he was an avid student throughout. Once those techniques were understood she moved on to multiple simultaneous techniques including touching her ass and anus together with breast and vaginal play while intensely kissing. The lessons always ended with a comprehensive walk through culminating with intense mutual orgasms that sorely tested his heart health. He kept heart medication close at hand as a strict precaution but hadn't needed them so far.

The previous week was one of his absolute favorite times which was saying something. She had taught him her favorite way to fuck. She would lie on her back on a bed with a reinforced spring enhanced mattress, legs spread invitingly. She would angle her pelvis upwards to the ceiling as much as possible so that each stroke would be almost straight up and down. Sam would move into position using his arms to elevate his upper body and properly position his long erection ready to plunge in to her. His feet would be lightly touching the floor to give him added stability. When the couple were ready she would give him the go ahead and the fucking would begin in earnest.

Sam would push the first few strokes as powerfully as he could into her. This set up a pattern where the spring-loaded mattress would propel her against him. As he was pulling up her hips were being forced up by the mattress following him, meeting him abruptly as he plunged back down. This set up a carefully practiced rhythm where they met halfway, their fucking accelerated and powerful fueled by the momentous energy in the mattress. They had practiced it a dozen times with Sam having to withdraw almost every time. It was sorely testing his endurance but she was patient working with him to keep him as hard as possible. She told him that the secret was not to over-think it and to just let nature take its course. He had survived the tests and now thoroughly enjoyed the coupling stroking deeper than any man, other than his friend Marvin.

Sam smiled at the images of her leaving each time the lesson had concluded. She walked almost bow legged with a slight tremor or limp on her right side. Sam had never been happier but he wanted her for himself and the thought of her returning each time to her husband was emotionally painful to him but there was little he could do about it.

At the end of the last lesson he had asked her about the subject matter of the next lessons. She had smiled that playful look that had him wanting to rip off her clothes and fuck her senseless. She had looked longingly up at him (at least that was what he believed) and told him it was a surprise and that he would be receiving something special in the mail in the next few days.

Two days later he received a package and ripped it open like a kid at Christmas. He withdrew a Hard-cover book which he turned over in his hands. The book was titled, One hundred and twenty-nine illustrated sex positions".

He opened the cover and saw a handwritten note in her writing. It read...

Dear Sam, this is your new textbook for the upcoming semester. Our goal is for you to develop proficiency in as many of these positions as possible. It will be hard work but I am confident that you are sufficiently motivated. I expect you to be up for the challenge and that you will follow a trajectory just as successful as you have been so far. M.

These thoughts went through his mind while he stimulated her on his lap until she moved and straddled him. He felt his cock sink into her wet interior as they kissed and slowly began to fuck. With eyes tightly closed the couple enjoyed a sensuous sexual ride but they both knew that this was a simple prelude to the main event in their favorite position.

Sam sucked noisily on her left nipple as her pussy muscles squeezed and squeezed him. Successive muscle pressure on his large cock signaled it was time. Sam stood slowly carrying her with him, his cock slipping out.

"Hurry!" she said with an impatience that belied her arousal.

Sam carried her up to his bedroom and placed her on her back in their special position. In short order they were at it again but this time she managed to wrap her legs high up in his back like a gymnast almost to his shoulders allowing him to dive deeper into her.

She grunted and moaned through quick breaths as every stroke took her closer and closer to the edge. Sam's endurance was enough to stay with her until she was ready as he pounded her into the mattress just the way he knew she liked it.

When she started to scream he smiled and pressed harder waiting for the tell-tale pussy grips that warned of an impending orgasm of cataclysmic proportions. He continued his relentless fucking as the volume of her screaming increased. Then he felt it. A grip more powerful that those of the past weeks. He reached down squeezing her ass cheeks in his hands as she started to orgasm.

"YES! YES! YES! Ohhhh... fuckkkk meee... YES!!!"

The pressure on his cock and her screams of passion were too much for his newfound endurance skills and he finally gave up, his balls retreating then pulsing with energy as shockwaves of semen powerfully exploded from the tip of his cock hitting her cervix again and again.

"YES! YESSSSSS..." she screamed out as her body erupted no longer able to contain the building pleasure.

"I'mmmm fuckkkkinggg cummmmmingggg..."

Throughout it all Sam continued to fuck her relying more and more on the momentum of the mattress to release the needed energy. Their eyes opened and their mouths quickly joined as they felt the synergistic orgasmic energy of each other as their bodies continued to flay their nerve endings in mindless joyous pleasure.

Minutes later they were showering together when Sam began to explore her body. She was struggling with whether to stay or leave but she knew she had limited time with this man -- a man she used to despise but those feelings were a thing of the past suppressed by the trance imposed upon her. Nonetheless she kissed him before drying off, dressing, and leaving. They both voiced their feelings of looking forward to beginning the new lessons soon.

"Don't forget this!" he said handing her a folder with a dozen pages of a fictitious report.

She thanked him profusely.

With the excitement of newlyweds, they kissed one last time before she left.

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Back home...

Gerry heard his wife's car in the driveway. He looked at his watch. It was 8:45pm almost three hours since she had left. He was not happy.

The front door opened a minute later.

"Where the hell have you been?" he said angrily.

"Didn't you read the note I left for you?" she asked holding her ground.

"Of course, but you said you would be gone for an hour or two not three," he said firing back.

"Are you accusing me of something Gerry?"

The moment had arrived. But Gerry knew he had to play this carefully.

"No! No! Of course not."

"Then I apologize," she began, "when I got to the school and started going over the next part of the report it dawned on me that there were a few things I had missed. ... and the next thing I knew time had flown out the window.

Can you forgive me?" she said with that whispery sexy voice.

"There's nothing to forgive Michelle. I'm the one that's sorry for everything," he said meaning every word. "I shouldn't be jumping to conclusions," he said although his worry gauge was starting to turn red.

She moved to him and kissed him lightly on the lips before moving past him to the kitchen.

"Was the lasagna good?" she asked putting the confrontation behind her.

"It was actually one of your best."

"I hope that there's plenty left because I'm famished. Working on the report seems to have built up quite an appetite," she added.

Gerry's mind retreated to a time that began with their wedding night and a ten day honeymoon. Every time they had sex she would always say that she was famished when they were done. She admitted that sex depleted her energy requiring vast amounts of food to re-energize in preparation for the next time.

Gerry looked at her and wondered and worried.

After two hours of mindless tv Michelle announced that was going to bed. She bent over him and kissed him on the forehead.

"Goodnight!" she said, "see you in the morning."

"I'll be up in a bit," he said not knowing why he even said that given their current sleeping arrangements.

He watched her move up the stairs noticing for the first time that she seemed a little bow legged. Must be my imagination he thought waiting for the master bedroom door to close. Gerry listened, counting down from ten, but he only got to six when he heard the lock engage. For fuck sakes!

He waited five minutes before reaching into his pocket and retrieving the GPS vehicle tracker he had purchased. He opened the package and went outside in the driveway attaching it to the under-carriage of her car. Gerry didn't like what he was doing but he had to get to the bottom of things. He looked at the tracker app on his phone. He tested it out watching as a map indicated a flashing light at their address. Perfect! he thought ready to go back into the house when he heard a voice.

"Gerry!"

Gerry turned to see his neighbor Peter Kent walking towards him in a housecoat.

"Geez Pete, you scared the crap out of me sneaking around like that."

"Sorry!" he began, "and I know it's late but there's something you need to know."

"What's on your mind Pete?"

"It's about Michelle."

"Go on!" Gerry said. His heart beginning to race.

"Over the past few weeks I have noticed her acting differently."

"Different how?"

"Well there have been a few different men showing up when you're not around to begin with. And yesterday she drove off with another man in a separate car following close behind. They arrived back here an hour before you got back from work."

"I'm sure it's nothing," Gerry said starting to walk towards the house trying to pretend it wasn't bothering him.

Pete wanted to tell him about his sexual encounter with her and the clothes she wore when he wasn't around but didn't have the nerve. Besides he worried about his reaction. But he needed to get his attention.

"Wait Gerry! I took some photos I took of the man in the separate car.

Do you recognize him?" Pete said holding up his iphone.

Gerry turned around and took the phone from Pete. He scrolled through the photos his anger visibly growing by the second.

"So you do know him?" Pete said watching Gerry's reaction.

Pete calmly handed the phone back and managed to suppress his anger.

"No I don't recognize him Pete. Probably just a co-worker. She's been working long hours on a school project. But thanks for telling me. I appreciate it Pete."

Pete watched him leave. Man's in denial he thought watching him walk away.

"Gerry!" Pete yelled out, "I'll keep an eye out for you when you're not around."

Gerry turned to his neighbor and was about to tell him to leave it be but decided it wouldn't be a bad idea to have a set of eyes on her while he was at work.

"Appreciate it Pete! Thanks!"

"No trouble at all Gerry," he said as he turned back towards his house.

Gerry watched Pete disappear into his home before biting down on the knuckles of his right hand and screaming his utter frustration. "You're a fucking dead man Carmen!!!"

Gerry's concern over not trusting his wife at placing the GPS tracker vanished in an instant. Knowing now that things were going on behind his back while he was at work was the last straw. He had to catch them in the act -- whoever they were and whatever they were doing. At least he knew that Carmen was among the soon-to-be dead. He vowed to return home from work early the following day hoping to catch someone else. He couldn't blame Michelle since it was beginning to be obvious that others had learned of her hypnotic weakness and were taking advantage of her. That was the only feasible explanation he could come up with after much soul searching. And admitting it to himself added to the guilt of his involvement.

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Carmen & Rodney...

Carmen was just sitting down to breakfast the following day when his phone rang.

"Yah!" he replied.

"Carmen. It's me Rodney."

"What do you want Rodney?"

"To set-up another series of appointments with our lady friend," he said cryptically. Carmen had warned him about using names on the phone. Worried about certain people listening in.

"So soon? She took the appointments only yesterday."

"Yah but word has gotten around already. Word of mouth is a fucking gold mine! They're lining up even though I doubled the 15 minute rate to $50 and $100 for 30 minutes," he said with a maniacal laugh.

"We're gonna be rich Carmen!"

"How many appointments do you have?"

"As of a minute ago, thirty-four which includes the four she serviced yesterday. They are anxious for a repeat session."

"Rodney are you out of your fucking mind. She can't take that many appointments. Even if we keep it to 15 minutes each she can only see three an hour. That means she would need to be there for twelve hours at least and without a fucking break."

"And what's the problem?"

"Well for starters I could only arrange six hours at most and that's pushing it. Secondly I'm not sure she can handle that many. It would be an exhausting day for her."

"So how about this," Rodney began, "We cover the appointments over two days. That would allow her to meet with everyone and not be too exhausted. And by then a third and fourth day will likely have been booked. C'mon Carmen think of how much we could make."

There was silence on the phone.

"You still there?" Rodney asked.

"Yah I'm still here. Just thinking. It might be doable but I'll have to get back to you."

"Don't take too long," Rodney said, "number thirty-five just called for an appointment.

This was going to be interesting Carmen thought as he hung up.

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Marvin...

Marvin paced from the pool to the library and back again, his pants obscenely tented. He had been waiting for an opportunity to enjoy some personal time alone with Mrs. Wilkensen again, but the stars had failed to align. He kept returning to the library where he had sex with her breathing in deeply as he could, convinced he could smell her sex throughout the dark room. But it was only painful wishful thinking.

Over the last few days he had walked through the neighborhood hoping to stumble upon an opportunity but either her car wasn't there or their nosy neighbor, who seemed to be standing guard 24/7, gave him a less than pleasant look urging him to keep moving.

Marvin thought about calling her cell and triggering the trance to have her come to him but he knew just how dangerous that could be. There were way too many snoopy neighbors to report back to her husband.

But he knew he couldn't keep repeatedly walking past her house without raising suspicion. He wondered if he could rent a dog to take for a daily walk justifying his presence.

"Fuck it!" he yelled into the house.

It was a little after 1:00pm when he left his house headed in her direction. You can't win if you don't spin the wheel he thought. When he was in sight of her home he noticed that her car was gone but at least the nosy neighbor was not around, unless he was keeping watch secretly. Marvin knew he had to be extra vigilant.

He was about to turn back when he heard the sound of an approaching car. He watched excitedly as her car pulled into the driveway. He watched and waited as she got out of her car popped the trunk and removed two over-loaded paper grocery bags. She turned to the house and made it five steps before the bottom dropped out of one of the bags. He could hear her cursing.

Marvin ran to her. His sudden appearance startled her.

"Oh! Mr. Cranston!" you startled me.

"Marvin to the rescue," he said with a huge smile bending down to help pick up the scattered items.

"You don't have to..." she began.

"I would be a sorry neighbor if I didn't help," he said with a smile, "who said that chivalry is dead?" he added.

"Well, alright as long as it's not a bother."

"None whatsoever" he said watching her ass sway nicely as he followed her into the house.

Marvin made two more trips to empty her trunk and bring all the groceries into the house.

"I can't thank you enough Mr. Cranston," she said with a smile of her own.

Marvin, catching her off guard, spat out three quick trigger words and watched as she tensed. She remained still. Waiting.

"I'll help you put away the groceries," he said, "but you should take off your top and bra. It's a little warm in here."

He watched as she casually obeyed dropping the clothes on the floor.

"Fuck! I've really missed those big tits of yours," he said moving to her and putting his hands on her breasts.

He pressed his lips to hers as he continued caressing her breasts and rolling her nipples.

For the next ten minutes he helped put away the groceries while repeatedly copping a feel. Looks like today's your lucky day after all Marvin ole boy! He thought.

Marvin had been planning for this eventuality. He had taken a triple does of blue pills and a new medication that apparently tripled the quantity of a man's semen. The one side effect had been the ability to ejaculate up to three or four times over the space of a few hours but the downside was the stress it placed on the heart. Marvin was anxious to try it out on her and was unconcerned about any potential medical issue.

He turned to her and stared. She was a gorgeous woman with a gorgeous body that was built for sex. He intended to test her limits to the max.

"It's time to go up to your bedroom," he said, "so we can have a little fun."

"Okay!" she said moving past him and up the stairs.

"STOP!" he yelled when she was halfway up.

She stopped and turned to him.

"Take off the rest of your clothes."

He watched her remove all her remaining clothing. She stood naked.

"Now up the stairs you go," he said, "but nice and slow."

She moved as if she was in slow motion as Marvin stayed close staring at her ass cheeks and the hint of her pussy lips tight against each other.

"STOP!" he said again trying to catch his breath at the sight. His heart was already racing.

"Hold on to the bannister and spread your legs wide."

He watched as she moved into position while he unzipped his pants, reached in, and withdrew his long hard cock. He moved up behind her aiming the thick cock head at her, navigating just under her ass cheeks until he felt the pussy lips brush his head. He tentatively pushed and felt her lips part.

"Work with me," he said.

While he pushed upwards she pushed back and downwards until seven or eight inches moved through her tight channel setting off sparks in the two of them. Marvin took hold of her ass and held her in place. When she attempted to push back further he told her to stop and use her pussy muscles only. For the next few minutes Marvin grinned lewdly at the intense pussy pressure on his imbedded cock.

"Fuck! You've really gotten good at that."

As Marvin wanted much more he reluctantly pulled out of her and told her to continue to her bedroom. He followed behind, his cock rigid, throbbing, and pointing at her ass.

When they were both in the room Marvin undressed, turned and locked the door.

She stood there waiting.

"Let's get comfortable on the floor," he said.

He had her sit on the carpet with one knee bent and the other laying flat on the side. Her pussy was fully exposed and wide open. Marvin assumed the same position after undressing. She was partially open still bearing the memory of the intrusion on the stairs. Her clitoris stood out, thick and shiny. Marvin gripped his huge, thick, long stiff cock and pointed it at her.

"Now for some real fun!"

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Just as Marvin and Michelle entered the bedroom Gerry was parking his car down the block, a two minute walk away. When he got to the house Pete came out to greet him.

"Anything unusual happening?" Gerry asked him.

"Not that I have seen Gerry. Looks like business as usual but I did take a long shower a half hour ago so I might have missed something."

Pete hadn't told Gerry that his long shower had everything to do with masturbating to images of his wife.

"Thanks anyway Pete."

Gerry slowly and quietly opened the front door. He had oiled the hinges the night before in anticipation of a stealthy entrance.

The first thing he noticed was on the floor of the kitchen. He walked over to take a look concerned. Shock replaced his easy going demeanor as he realized that it was his wife's blouse and bra. He looked around panic stricken as he went back to the main room. That's when he noticed the rest of her clothes on the stairs.

NO NO NO he screamed in his head.

Then he calmed, thinking that she knew he was coming home early and she was waiting for him in the bedroom. With a newfound sense that this was a good thing he walked slowly and quietly up the stairs noticing that the door was closed. He began to perspire. Nothing to worry about... nothing to worry about he kept telling himself.

He got to the top of the stairs and stood before the door. He put his hand on the door knob and tried to turn it but it was clearly locked. Gerry was tempted to knock the door down but then he remembered Mephisto's warning about interrupting her. But was that BS he thought. Could he afford to take the chance?

One thing was for certain. He had to see what was going on in there. He moved on tip toes to his own tiny bedroom, leaned against the wall and peered through the peephole.

Gerry looked on in horror. He felt light-headed as he steadied himself. Try as he might he couldn't stop the flow of tears that streaked his face as his wife sat naked across from Marvin Cranston her vagina on full display. The partially stunned look in her eyes confirmed his suspicion that she was under a hypnotic trance. Mephisto's warning echoed through his brain. He couldn't interfere or intervene in any way without potentially causing her irreparable brain damage.

This is my punishment he blamed himself, for being so selfish, so self-absorbed, and trying to make his wife into something she was not. And taking advantage of her desire to become pregnant made it all the more a betrayal of their vows to each other.

He wanted to run from the house and keep running but he was inexplicably drawn to the sexual encounter taking place on the other side of the wall mere feet away... and there was nothing he could do about it... at least not yet.

He wiped tears from his eyes, took a deep breath and put his eye to the peephole.

To be continued...