Mind Control 101: The Ultimate Hypnotizing Box Set (7 page)

Soon her body trembles under mine. Her pussy clenches around the length of my dick, squeezing me until I can feel myself on the edge of cumming. I try to pull out, but I spurt inside of her before I can make it. By the time I slide out of Lindsey, her whole pussy is just coated in my white hot cum.

Shit. What am I going to do now?

I don’t even have time to think about it, because my dick is still hard and my horniness overrides my brain. I’ve never seen a pussy so full of cum before, and it just makes me want to fuck Lindsey even more.

I turn her over so that her ass is facing me, which is a little difficult because her body is so limp. When I have her over on her belly, I press Lindsey’s head down and pull her hips up into the air. Her little ass looks so full and round in the faint light coming through the blinds. I put my hands on it, spreading her cheeks wide.

A smile creeps onto my lips. Oh well, what Lindsey doesn’t know won’t hurt her, right?

I slide my dick into her pussy again, getting it slick and wet with the combination of her juices and my cum. Then I press against her ass. Just the idea of fucking her this way is almost enough to make me cum again, but I calm myself down.

Slowly, I slide in. I’ve heard so many stories about anal sex being difficult, but Lindsey is so relaxed in her sleep that I have no problem. My dick slides right into her on the very first try.

I don’t want to hurt her, so I start out slow. But soon I can’t help it. I hold on to Lindsey’s hips and thrust into her ass as fast and hard as I can. Her whole body jerks with each pump, and I almost wish that she was awake so that I could see her face as I fuck her.

Even in her sleep, Lindsey’s hips grind against me. Her body pushes into me, as if she wants to be fucked hard even in her dreams. I bring a hand down to her pussy and play with her clit while I thrust into her ass.

Our bodies are coated in sweat, and my whole dorm room smells like sex. Lindsey’s skin is hot to the touch. She pants against my pillow and I can tell that she can only go on for a little longer.

Soon, her body trembles underneath me again. Her legs give out and she falls flat on the bed. I lay on top of her, thrusting a few more times before I cum in her beautiful ass.

Slowly, I slide out of Lindsey. I’m totally spent and I can’t even think of anything. I just lie there next to her, catching my breath and cooling down from all of that fucking. Damn, that was good.

But as my mind starts to go over everything that happened, reason sets in. Shit! I fucked a sleeping girl in my room! Without a condom! And I came in her!

I jump out of the bed. As fast as I can, I grab an old t-shirt and wipe Lindsey’s still-wet pussy with it. Maybe that will get all the cum? I hope so anyway.

Carefully, I dress Lindsey in all of her clothes again. I cover her with the blanket and spray the room with air-freshener. Oh, one more thing, the hypnosis.
 

I lean down to whisper to her.

“Ok Lindsey, now you are coming out of your trance. You won’t remember anything that happened during your trance, but you will simply fall into a regular deep and restful sleep. You will wake up in the morning feeling relaxed and happy,” I say.

Finally, I get dressed and lay down on the futon. At first my stomach turns at the thought of getting caught, but eventually my fatigue wins and I fall asleep.

The next morning Lindsey wakes me up.

“Hey!” she yells. “Wake up sleepyhead!”

I can barely respond. Such a long night of fucking really tired me out. I can feel the soreness in my whole body. I groan.

“Huh?”

“I just wanted to apologize for falling asleep here.”

Lindsey is totally dressed. She looks like she’s stolen some of my toiletries to get ready for class. Her backpack is slung over her shoulder.

“Oh yeah,” I say. “No problem. Did you sleep okay?”

I cross my fingers.

“Yeah, I slept great!” she says. Lindsey smiles as she heads to the door.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt so relieved in my life.

“But one thing,” she says.

Lindsey turns to look at me, holding the door handle in one hand.

“If you wanted to try anal so badly, you should have just asked. Oh, and you might want to take a refresher course in hypnosis. You’re getting a little rusty.”

Lindsey blows me a kiss, and before I can even stammer a response the door slams shut.

Shit
.

“Truth or dare.”

We sit in a circle on the floor. I’ve forgotten how many of the bottles on the floor belonged to me, but I’m drunk enough for this.

“Lindsey, I’m not five. I’m not going to play truth or dare.”

Lindsey’s tank-top strap slips off of her shoulder as she crosses her arms and pouts.

“Trevor. I
said
, truth or dare!”

Everyone else in the circle stares at me. Kurt and Chip stare a little
too
intensely. I guess I’m bringing the party down, but aren’t we a little too old for this kind of game? I guess that’s what I get for coming to her 90s theme party. What was so great about that decade anyway?

“
Trevor!”
 

“Okay, okay, okay,” I say. “I give up. Dare.”

A smile breaks out across Lindsey’s face as she thinks of some new way to torture me.

“I dare you to challenge Kurt to an arm wrestling match. Best two out of three.”

I look over to the large football player and he’s already smirking. We all know how this is going to go down. Our skirmishes are barely long enough to call them matches. Kurt spends his days running into guys three times my size. I spend the day sleeping and playing video games. Who do you think wins?

When our matches are over, Kurt’s smile is even bigger. He high fives Chip, as if it were some accomplishment. He won three zip. I wasn’t surprised, but my right arm hurt like a bitch.

It’s Rose’s turn now, she’s one of Lindsey’s perky friends and she giggles as she chooses her.

“Lindsey, truth or dare?”

“Truth!” she yells. Good choice.

“What’s your deepest darkest sexual fantasy?” Rose asks.

Lindsey’s cheeks go red at the question. She looks like she’s struggling to make a decision, but then she smiles at us again.

“You know,” Lindsey says, “everyone always thinks I’m super cute and innocent.”

It’s true. She always seems perky and upbeat, the classic cheerleader type. She stuffed those magnificent tits of hers into pink shirts everyday, and even now her hair was parted into pigtails. I knew better than to think she was innocent, though.

Lindsey continued.

“But really, my
deepest darkest
sexual fantasy is to get gangbanged by a bunch of guys who take me in each of my holes and cover me in their dripping cum.”

Lindsey looks straight into my eyes as she speaks. Her words seem dead serious. My dick is getting hard just from hearing her, so I cover my crotch with a throw pillow. Then she starts to laugh.

“As if! Just kidding,” she says. “I want to wait to lose my virginity to my husband on my wedding night, of course.
That’s
the ultimate sexual fantasy.”

Everyone else seems to be convinced, but I know the truth. We had fucked three times already, each time under the influence of mind control. So if she was lying now, was she telling the truth earlier? Did Lindsey
really
want a gangbang?

I don’t have enough time to think it over. Lindsey’s 90s party isn’t over. We play Never Have I Ever, Two Truths and a Lie, and a particularly XXX rated version of Thirty Seconds in Heaven before the night is over. I’m throwing back some Hawaiian Punch and vodka when Lindsey comes up to me.

She’s a bit wobbly from all the partying, and her flannel shirt looks wet with beer. Lindsey gets up on her tippy toes to whisper to me.

“What I said earlier was a lie. You know that right, Trevor? I
really
do want a gangbang. Can you just imagine how fun it would be with you, Kurt, and Chip stuffing me full of your cum? Filling my mouth, pussy, and ass with your rock hard dicks? I’m getting wet just thinking about it,” she says. “The only problem is, I’m too shy and nervous to ever make it happen.”

Lindsey plants a quick kiss on my cheek before running to join the rest of the party. I stand there, a bit shocked. My dick is rock hard and all I can think of is how much I want this to happen. But how?

The idea doesn’t hit me until the next morning. I wake up in my bed, hungover, with last night’s clothing still on my body. The first thing I do is look up Kurt and Chip on Facebook. The idea was so simple, it was stupid.

Mind control. Duh.

I message the jocks.

Hey, come over to my dorm.
I type.

Why should we, nerd?

I promise, I’ll make it worth your while.

I don’t want them in my room any more than they want to be there, but this is too good to pass up. When Kurt and Chip arrive, they look suspicious of me.

“So, what is it?” Kurt says. He almost grunts at me.

“Well, remember what Lindsey said during Truth or Dare last night?”

“Yeah, she wants to wait for her husband or something like that,” Chip says.

“No, not that,” I say. “The part about the gangbang.”

“Yeah, but she was just joking, you know her,” Kurt says.

“No. The thing is, she
really
wants it. Bad. And she even said she wants
us
to do it.”

“And why should we believe you?” The two of them ask in unison.

“Because I’ll prove it to you. I promise.”

The two hulking guys crack their knuckles, and move closer to intimidate me.

“You better,” Kurt says.

“Or we’ll have to beat you up,” Chip says.

I assure them that I’ve got it all under control, but I’m starting to worry. What if I’m wrong? What if that was just some stupid drunken confession?
 

I’m nervous, but we exchange numbers and make the plan. We’ll meet with Lindsey on Wednesday to play Madden. She’ll probably be free since it’s a weekend, and it’s the only vaguely believable reason why Kurt, Chip, and I would be hanging out together. Football and video-games together. It’s perfect.

I text her about the plan, but she’s incredulous.

Why don’t you come over on Wednesday?
Kurt and Chip are coming and we’re going to play Madden
. I type.

What? Why would I want to play Madden with you guys?
She types back.

Come on, I played truth or dare with you.
 

Fine,
she types.
See you on Wednesday. This better not be boring.

I chuckle to myself when I read her final text. No, I promise it won’t be boring.

When the day finally comes, I can barely concentrate. Class goes by in a blur. I veer between fantasizing about fucking that sweet ass of Lindsey’s and freaking out about what Kurt and Chip will do if I’m wrong. I plop in Madden, make sure my hypnosis watch is nearby, and clear off my bed. Everything is ready.

Everyone comes as planned. Kurt and Chip give me knowing looks, but Lindsey is her usual self. We play for half an hour before doing anything else. Of course, I am losing. I’m surprised when Chip is the one to break the ice.

“Hey, Trevor. Why don’t you show us your mind control skills?” He asks, still mashing on the buttons.

“Yeah, we heard that you and Lindsey got A’s in that class. I hope you’re better at hypnosis than playing football,” Kurt says. “Anyway, you’re better than us. We got F’s.”

I put my head down and pretend to be shy about it. “Well, it’s been a while since the class...”

“Come on!” they yell.

I look over to Lindsey and she seems like she’s about to laugh. There’s a grin on her face that’s a little too amused at my discomfort.

“Can I use you?” I ask her.

“Why me?”

“Well, I can’t use these guys. They want to see it, and you’ve already got it mastered. Right?”

I hold my breath. Please say yes.

“Fine...” Lindsey says. She groans and grabs a chair.

Yes! I rush to grab my watch and get this party started. Kurt and Chip watch as I swing my watch in front of Lindsey’s face.

“Okay Lindsey,” I say. “Focus on the watch and feel yourself start to relax. Just listen to my voice and drift into a relaxed state. No need to force it. Just go at your own pace. Keep your eyes on my watch and listen carefully to my voice.”

As I speak, Lindsey’s breath slows. Her limbs become a bit slack and her eyes are glued to the swinging watch.

“Take a deep breath in. Now hold it. Now take a deep breath out. With every breath, you will fall deeper and deeper into a trance. After your third breath you will to totally in the trance and your eyes will close.”

Just as I said, Lindsey takes three deep breaths. After the end of the third, her eyes shut tight. Kurt and Chip are starting to freak out. I guess they really
did
flunk the mind control class.

“Okay, now listen carefully,” I say. “I’m going to count to three. When I do, open your eyes. You will feel awake, but still be completely under the trance. Okay Lindsey? One. Two. Three!”

Her eyes open, and my heart starts to race. This part is always a little nerve-wracking. Is she still under a trance, or have I just fucked up? Only one way to tell.

“Hi Lindsey,” I say.

“Hi Trevor.” Her voice is groggy. Almost as if she is drunk.

“You’re going to do whatever I say, okay?”

Lindsey nods her head and it bobs limply.

“Now, I want you to tell us the truth Lindsey. Don’t hold back or try to cover anything up.”

“Okay.”

“Tell us your deepest childhood secret.”

Lindsey seems a little distressed at first. Her eyelids flitter, but she calms down.

“I had to wear diapers until second grade because I peed the bed,” she says in the same drunken voice.

I have to hold my mouth to keep from laughing, but I’m relieved. Looks like she’s under all right. The guys are chuckling behind me, but I tell them to shut up. We can’t screw up now.

“Now Lindsey, is it true that you want to lose your virginity to your husband?”

A smile curls Lindsey’s lips. “Silly,” she says, “I lost that a long time ago.”