Mind Control 101: The Ultimate Hypnotizing Box Set (6 page)

I hold my breath while he considers my proposition. I can almost swear that the clock stopped. Even my heart beat seems to slow down while I wait.

Then finally, "Yes." Trevor doesn't even wait to finish speaking before he opens my legs. He positions his cock right in front of my pussy, teasing my lips with it. Then I remember the condoms. They are in my purse. For a moment I want to stop everything and get them, but I stop. I don't want anything to prevent me from feeling all of that hot dick in my pussy.

I pull on his hip and he pushes into me. Even though my pussy is slick, it's still a struggle to get him all in. When he's finally in, I feel amazingly full. Then it takes all I can muster not to scream when he starts ramming into my pussy.

"Is this what you wanted?" I ask. "Your rock hard dick ramming into my sweet little pussy?"

"Yes!" he yells. He's covered in sweat and our bodies are moving in sync.

"Are you going to fill me up with your cum?" I ask.

"Yes!" he says. As he does, Trevor gives one last thrust. His dick hardens even more and spills his warm cum into me. I can feel it fill me up and even spill out of me onto my legs and the bed. At the same time my pussy tightens, squeezing him until every last drop is out. I buck against him, hard, and then I finally relax. When he pulls out, a pool of cum spills out of my pussy and onto the sheets.

It takes a while for me to remember that this is no regular hook-up. I lay there, panting on the bed for a while before I remember that I have to get Trevor out of hypnosis. After I clean myself off, I get him cleaned up, dressed, and awake again. He's none the wiser and eager to finish up our project.

After his turn, I hug Trevor before I leave.

“Well, that’s the end of the project, partner,” I say.

“Yeah, I guess,” Trevor says.
 

“I felt totally safe in your hands,” I say. It's true. “I hope if we have another group project, we can do it together.”

“Me too,” Trevor says.
 

It’s been one week. The next day in class Professor Mesmer gives a wrap-up lesson about hypnosis. I barely pay attention, because I learned all I needed to know when I was researching our “project.” We turn in our project journals. I fudge on the details, but I basically explain how I got Trevor to follow my commands.

A week later we get our grades back. A’s!
 

I rush over to Trevor and throw my arms around his neck.
 

“Omigod!” I say, “I’ve never gotten an A in this class!” I even kiss him on the cheek, I'm so excited. I got away with it,
and
I got a good grade.

“Yeah, that’s pretty cool,” Trevor says.

“Thanks partner,” I say and drop a note into his hand. I wrote it the night before, when I decided I just had to tell him the truth. “Sorry, but see you around.”

 
I run away before he can say anything. A few hours later I get a text from Trevor. I'm almost scared to check, but I finally do.
 

When I read it, it says,
I've got something to tell you. Let's meet at our usual time.

Something tells me I know
exactly
what he's going to say.

“Aren’t you glad I dragged you out and you're not stuck in your room playing Halo?”

Lindsey yells at me and it’s still hard to hear her. The pounding music is so loud that I can feel it vibrating in my chest. I take another swig of my beer.

“Yeah,” I say. “It’s fun.”

Or at least it’s fun to watch. I’m not much of a dancer, but Lindsey has brought all of her friends out with her. It’s like being surrounded by a cheerleader squad full of perky girls. Maybe not the most fun, but nice on the eyes.

The music changes and all of the girls scream. They abandon their drinks and rush to the dance floor en masse. The air is hot, and you can almost see the sweat from the dancers floating in the air. The girls are dripping wet as they wind their bodies up and down, gyrating to the beat.

Lindsey runs up to me, grabbing my hand.

“Come on, you have to dance with us!”

Before I can protest, she has me out on the floor with her. I look down at her, but I can’t seem to keep my eyes off of her chest. Her breasts stretch the fabric of her top and jiggle as she dances. I can even see little drops of sweat forming on them, making them look shiny and wet.

“Come on! Don’t just stand there, dance!”

Lindsey pulls me close to her and puts my hands on her hips. I try out a few moves, but she’s really the one dancing here. Lindsey presses herself against me so the heat of her body burns my skin. The softness of her breasts is pressed against me and her hands seem to be everywhere at once.

Lindsey’s hair is a little damp from sweat, and the pink flush in her face only makes her look hotter. She turns around, bending over and pressing her ass against the crotch of my jeans. Her skirt is so short that I’m sure her panties must be pressing against me. I try not to look and hope that she doesn’t feel my hard dick poking at her.

The music changes and Lindsey goes back to her circle of friends. She waves at me, smiling as she leaves. I head back to the bar and try to take a breath. Yeah, that was any guy’s dream, but I’m too nervous to hang out with her like that in public. I order another drink. Maybe the alcohol will give me a little more courage. Or at least I won’t
remember
how nervous I feel.

The night drags on. Eventually Lindsey comes up to me again.

“I’m going back to my dorm,” she says. Her eyes are lidded and she’s obviously pretty drunk. “I’ve got class pretty early tomorrow.”

“Are you sure you’re okay? I can make sure you get back safe if you want,” I say.

A friend of hers steps between us.

“We’ve got it. She’ll get home fine.” Obviously, she doesn’t trust me.

“Fine. See you Lindsey.”

She waves at me from the crowd of girls, and before long they are gone.

Freshmen are always leaving early. I’m glad I’m done with all of those pre-requisites. I don’t even have to get up before 2 p.m. if I don’t want to.
 

I look down at my half empty beer and stop congratulating myself. But what am I doing here drinking beer alone? I call it a night and head back to my dorm room. Everywhere, stumbling students shuffle along the campus paths. Some girls walk barefoot, carrying their heels in their hands. Yep, it’s a good time to head home.

I make it to my building, but something is strange as I walk toward my room. Light spills out from the gap under my door. Did I forget to turn it off? Am I being robbed?

My heart races as I turn the doorknob. I move slowly, all my muscles tensed to fight if I need to.
 

But when I look inside, everything looks fine. It’s just as messy as always. I relax and step inside, closing the door behind me. Maybe I just left the light on.

Then I see her. Lindsey is splayed out on my bed. Her top is scrunched up to show off her thin waist. She’s cuddled up with my pillow, one hand pressing it into her face as her chest gently rises and falls.
 

The last thing I notice is that her legs are wide open. Her skirt has ridden up and I can see her bare pussy on display. Was she not wearing panties the whole night? Lindsey’s pussy is glinting in the light. It’s slick and wet, and her hand is still resting just above her clit.

What the fuck?!

 
It takes me a moment to process it all. Why is Lindsey in my room? Weren’t her friends supposed to take her home? And why did she masturbate in my bed? Did she not realize she’s in the wrong room? Most importantly, what the hell am I supposed to do now?

I try to take my mind off of my dick. It is straining against my pants, telling me to jump on the bed and fuck Lindsey until she wakes up with my cum spilling out of her. But I resist. I’m not that type of guy, right? What kind of guy fucks a girl in her sleep?

“Hey Lindsey,” I call. She doesn’t even move, so I try a louder voice. “Lindsey!”

Not even a twitch. Looks like she’s out cold. I cover her with my bed-sheet, both to keep her warm and to cover up that delicious looking body of hers. Since my bed is taken, I clear a space on my couch and prepare for a pretty uncomfortable night of sleep.

I guess every guy on campus probably dreams of having Lindsey in their bed. But I’m sure they would never think they’d end up on the couch instead of in the bed
with
her. I have the best luck....

My futon is not the most comfortable bed in the world, and I find it hard to go to sleep. My dick just won’t give up, and it’s still rock hard in my pajamas. I try to think of something,
anything
, to get Lindsey out of my mind. But it’s a no go.

Dreams of her pert little nipples make their way into my sleep. Lindsey does a strip tease in my mind, taking off each piece of clothing one by one until she’s totally naked in front of me. Dream Lindsey gives me a lap-dance, and I can feel her hot little pussy through my pajama pants. The only thing separating us is a thin piece of fabric. I just want to dive right in.

I don’t normally hear sounds in my dreams, but Lindsey moans. Her mouth opens, showing off her pink tongue, and she takes her own breasts in her hands. They overflow her fingers, but she kneads them slowly until her nipples are hard. The moaning gets louder and louder.
 

I wake up. Those weren’t dream moans. I can still hear Lindsey’s voice muffled against my pillow. It’s hard to see in the dark, but I let my eyes adjust until I can make her out. Peeking over the couch, I see her.

Lindsey has completely thrown off the cover I put on her. Her head is down, buried in the pillow, and her ass is in the air. I can see her hand between her legs, moving in and out of the glistening wetness of her little pussy. As she does, moans escape her mouth.

Really? Is this
really
happening?

I blink my eyes, wondering if I must still be dreaming. But this Lindsey doesn’t disappear. She’s real. Just watching her is so hot that when I reach down to grab my dick, it is covered in dribbling pre-cum. I want to jerk myself off so that I can sleep, but I’ll never calm down with her moaning like that. Then an idea hits me. Something that will solve
both
of our problems.

I tiptoe over to Lindsey. Even though she’s obviously horny, she’s still completely asleep. Her eyes are closed shut and she doesn’t even seem to notice that I’m near her. I decide that it’s time to put my psychology class learning to use.

I lean down to Lindsey and whisper in her ear.

“You’re going into a deeper sleep now. Relax, let your mind go blank. Go limp. Let go...” I say.

Lindsey stops her moaning and flops flat onto the bed. Her body is limp.

“Good Lindsey. You’re doing a good job,” I say. “Now you will go into a trance. It will just be like you are in a very deep and peaceful sleep. You won’t come out of it, no matter what happens, until I say so. When you come out of the trance, you won’t remember anything that happened. You will just have a restful sleep and wake up in the morning refreshed. Now. Rest.”

I wait a moment before doing anything. Did it work? It’s been a while since I’ve hypnotized anyone, and I’ve never hypnotized a sleeping person before.
 

 
I pick up Lindsey’s hand and let go. It drops down with no resistance.

“Wake up Lindsey, you have to go!” I yell. Nothing. Not even a flinch.

I did it! I smile to myself. Now it’s time to get down to business.

Lindsey is still on her stomach, and I turn her so that she is facing up. I pull down her skirt, tossing it to the floor. Slowly, I pull up her shirt and let her big breasts free of the fabric. They pop out, looking round and soft on her gently rising chest.

I’m almost overwhelmed by looking at her like this, completely naked. There are so many things that I could do! I don’t know where to begin.

To start, I pull out my dick and start to move one hand up and down it. I grab a handful of Lindsey’s breast in the other. Even in her trance, she whimpers a little at my touch. At first I’m a little scared, but then it just makes me want to go further.
 

I keep pumping my cock as I lower my mouth to her nipple. I don’t even try to be gentle, and I suck at it roughly. My saliva coats her chest as I move back and forth between her breasts.
 

Then the slipperiness gives me an idea. I position my dick in between them, pressing them onto me with my hands. Her breasts feel soft and pillowy as I fuck them, and it’s nice but I’m hungry for the real thing.

Lindsey’s pussy is sopping wet by the time I bring my face to it. Her juices run down her thighs and over her ass, making a wet spot on my bed. At first, I just give her clit a light lick. Her whole body squirms underneath me.
 

I grab her ass, stopping her from moving, and drag my tongue up and down her pussy. Her juices cover my face, coating my tongue and mouth in their sweetness. I wonder what kind of wet dreams she’s having that get her so hot?

My tongue keeps going, licking every inch of her pussy. Soon I hear her whimpering and Lindsey’s body trembles in my hands. When her breathing calms down again I wonder if someone can cum when they are hypnotized.

Time for the next stage. I spread Lindsey’s legs wide. She looks so vulnerable and exposed, naked in my bed like this. Just the way I like it.

I position my dick just outside of her pussy. Slowly, I drag the tip of my cock around her lips. Her juices completely cover the head so that it is slick and wet. Perfect.

At first, I think to go in slowly. I gently press into Lindsey, letting her pussy get used to the feeling of my cock inside her. But this is my chance to go wild! So I shove myself in deep and hard, filling her all the way up in an instant.

Lindsey’s mouth drops open and she lets out a slow, guttural moan as I press as far as I can go. Her back arches even though her eyes are still closed and her arms are limp.

With each thrust, I pull the whole length of my cock out of her. When I slam back in, I hear that slow moan and it only makes me fuck her even rougher than before. I grab her ass, using it to pull me even deeper into her tight pussy.