An Arrangement Ch. 02

He watched his cock disappearing into her mouth, hesitate, then continue. She said this was something just for him, and not her husband. It was a privilege to have the woman learn to deep throat just for him.

He cleared his throat and uttered the one word, 'Stop!'

Rita let his cock go before it was too late. If he hadn't prevented her, she would have gladly swallowed his cum. Instead, she sat back on the floor and pulled her panties off, and threw them behind her. Her bra followed. He examined her for moment or two, admiring the attractive body. For someone close to forty it had been kept well.

'You have such an attractive face, Rita, you look so beautiful,' he said, and was pleased to see how much she enjoyed the compliment.

'You have nice tits, he said, while massaging them.

She sat with her legs parted as wide as possible, showing off a hairless pussy. He'd ordered her to shave down there, and was glad to see the order carried out. Ordered to be crude, she now called it a cunt. Sometimes she called it his cunt.

When she referred to herself as a cunt hole, the expression had shocked him. This was going too far, and he found it obscene. It demeaned her, and he was concerned for her feelings. He changed the command to prevent her from using nasty phrases. On the other hand, being romantic wouldn't have felt decent, not with another man's wife.

'Does, sir, want me down there,' Rita asked, sounding concerned.

It was just as well he didn't know she'd become aware of what he was doing. After every visit, he was careful to make sure she forgot everything, and just left commands to be absorbed for next time. Only, something went wrong when he last visited.

Remembering every wicked act, and details of her humiliation, was the whole point of the game for her. A deep and powerful command was for her to pleasure him, and that it was very important to be devoted, and fulfil the pledge. It was all so exciting and refreshing, compared to the staid sex she was used to.

It was dangerous, letting him do anything he liked with her mind and body. She couldn't resist what he wanted, but would be aware of him starting to make disgusting demands. Anal sex, deep throat, bondage, and anything weird was off the menu. If he went too far, she would have to go somewhere, and have the hypnosis removed.

He slid off the sofa, and leant over her sex. He kissed her right between the legs! Instinctively she wanted to clamp her thighs around his head, and squeeze. Under orders to hold her legs apart as far as possible, that's what she had to do.

Over the past few weeks a lot of orders had been built into the hypnotic state, and they all had to be obeyed. She was learning about them when he came round to her home. It was exciting, being in a helpless state, no longer responsible for what she did. It was liberating, as well as being frightening.

He was tempted to just ram his cock into the helpless woman, as he could do whatever he liked with her. It was wrong on several levels, so he would take his time, and learn something about foreplay. He lifted his head from her pussy.

'Tell me what you want, Mrs Jones,' he ordered.

'Fuck me, fuck me long and slow, please! Oh! Please fuck me,' she gasped through the panting.

He rubbed his hard cock up and down her over-sensitized slit. Now she wished it was possible to tell him what she wanted. Now! Was what she wanted, now! His big dick was needed now!

Long slow strokes were what she asked for, and maybe that is what she was used to. He rode her slowly, and was rewarded to hear her groaning from arousal.

'Don't cum yet!' he told her.

He thought he needed longer, and to pound her hard, so as to cum. Instead he was unexpectedly spurting into her.

'Cum with me, do it!' he ordered.

The command to orgasm, and knowing he was climaxing, triggered her. She wasn't sure if she was having an orgasm because this boy had ordered her to, or she had been ready for it. As it struck her, she no longer cared.

With head thrown back, she yelled out an orgasm. The gurgling, throaty sound, was unmistakeably a sound of animal satisfaction. It set him off. He pumped cum into her, again and again. It was obvious the way he was holding himself stiff, pushing hard into her, that he was having an orgasm. Imagining his youthful sperm spurting directly into her womb, set her off again. A small aftershock of an orgasm vibrated through her body.

A dreamy post coital bliss extended out to the universe, and brought him into being a part of her.

***

Next day Derrick called at Mrs Jones' house, being careful not to be seen. He had an excuse ready, that he was clearing their yard, but he didn't want to use it until it became necessary.

He was keen to see if she was willing to play his latest request. It was probably pushing her too far, but he needed to find her limits. He didn't want her to suddenly and unexpectedly pop out of the hypnotic state, while they were having kinky sex. How embarrassing and dangerous would that be?

He imagined her screaming, and running down the road naked. He sat on the sofa as usual. When she would offer him a drink, then offer him the latest sexual game he'd hypnotically planted.

'Do you want my ass, Derrick?' she casually asked.

'Wouldn't that hurt, Mrs Jones?' he said, looking concerned.

'I don't mind, Derrick. Whatever you want, of course. It would help if you let me know in advance, so I could prepare my asshole for you,' she demurely spoke.

'How do you mean?' he asked.

'I've never had a cock up my bottom before, so I'll need to stretch it for you. I guess a couple of days notice will do. Just before you want it, I'll need to grease my asshole for you,' she casually informed him.

'I see. I never thought about all that. I'll let you know then, alright?' he asked.

'Certainly, Derrick. As you're in charge, your wish is my command. Please remember to give me plenty of notice,' she reminded him.

Mrs Jones flinched inside. Offering her bottom was bad enough. Preparing her asshole by stretching it for his cock, was an alarming prospect. Giving her virgin ass to a boy, when even her husband hadn't taken it, was appalling. This wasn't anticipated at all. How stupid had she been to let the game go so far. It should have been nipped in the bud when she had the chance.

'You had better buy a set of butt plugs to stretch yourself, Mrs Jones. Try them out, and let me know if they work,' he advised.

'Sure, Derrick that would be best,' she confirmed. 'How might I pleasure you today, Derrick?' she pleasantly asked.

Mrs Jones relaxed. That had been a close run thing. He had been testing her out, and had no intention of using her virgin ass. It was just as well, as she could feel how vulnerable she was. If he'd told her to, she would have given him her asshole to fuck!

He left her with more commands to think about. He could see how reticent she had been over anal sex, so he strengthened the command, dressing it up with reasons why she should accept it. He was very doubtful about doing it, but it was a good test of his power over her.

***

Derrick arrived at her house the following Monday. She opened the door, surprised to see him, and an awkward silence followed. She wanted to ask what he wanted, but if he said, her, what would she say?

He said something, which she didn't catch. Telling him to follow her she walked into the lounge. Was he here to embarrass her over what happened at the party, in his room, or something else?

He sat down beside her and said something, which again she missed.

Sitting there in a daze, she realised she was hypnotised. Oh! Shit! The boy had left a command in her head from last time he visited. The bastard had activated it, leaving her in a susceptible state. She just sat there, awaiting his next command. This was ridiculous, what in hell's name did he think he was doing!

She was a mature married woman, he couldn't do this to her. Rita felt vulnerable, yet that excited her. Was this something she wanted to happen? Was this her weakness, needing to be dominated, while helpless to protect herself? If it was, it was working for she was hot.

'You enjoyed me holding you and kissing you at the party, and in my room. You'd love to be in my arms again, and would do anything to have me kiss you,' he commanded.

From looking cross, she suddenly smiled, then looked away. She looked back at him, and giggled. Looking up at him with a bowed head, through long eyelashes, she tried to tempt him.

'Will you hold me? Please!' she brazenly spoke.

'Ooo! That feels so good!' she cooed.

She looked at him, with an open mouth, and said, 'You can kiss me if you like,' she offered.

After tightening up on the hypnotic commands, he'd almost started over. On the last visit he'd noticed something was wrong. then realised she was aware of what he was doing to her. Why she hadn't fought him off was a mystery but what was important was that he keep this a secret, even from her.

He hadn't expected her to be so forward this time, and ask him outright. Nevertheless, it was what he wanted. They kissed for awhile, and then they broke away to stare into each other's eyes. He could feel how hot she was. It was like hugging a radiator and she was grasping onto him for dear life.

'You want to keep me happy, and do what I like, so as to get what you want. Put your hand in my lap, and grab my cock,' he said.

It was nice going back over old ground, and more exiting to start again. His cock was hard as iron, and aching for it. He let out a sigh, when she gripped his cock. If she had spun out of hypnotic control it would have been a disaster. How much trouble would he be in. His mother's friend, and neighbour, was being molested by an eighteen-year-old.

He wanted to laugh from the way she was gripping his cock. He had to remind himself who she was, or he might take her for granted. He'd got her to offer her asshole, though he hadn't taken advantage of her.

'What do you want?' he asked.

'This lovely big cock!' she heavily breathed.

'Where do you want it?' he asked.

'In my pussy, right up inside me, filling me up with cock. Then fill me with your potent young sperm,' she seriously spoke.

'Talk dirty to me,' he demanded.

'I'm your slave girl, and need to be filled. Fill me with your potent cum. Make me your slave girl, make me satisfied,' she heavily said.

She took the nod as a confirmation of what she wanted. Almost dragging him to the floor, she pulled his trousers down, and climbed aboard his cock. She pressed down, grunting when it hit the back of her vagina.

He let her work upon his cock, slowly sliding up and down it. With his knees he lifted her its full length, then dropped her down, for her bones to crash against his. For awhile they pumped each other, in a steady rhythm they fucked.

He pulled on her shoulders, down onto his chest. They were flat enough for him to turn over, so he was on top of her. Without his cock slipping out, he turned over, to be on top of her. She liked the feel of his weight on her. Like this he could control the action, and get it right. Right meaning best for her.

Their piston action was faster and more thorough. Eventually they had an orgasm, and enjoyed it. It was an ordinary cum, nothing special, just something really nice to share.

He didn't apologise, and she didn't make a comment. She lay her head on his chest, listening to his heart thumping. Having so many orgasms had left them jaded, so something more exciting had to be tried.

Before he left he thought through what she was to do next. He commanded her to think about them having sex throughout the next few days, and the desire for him to grow. He also renewed the security phrases, that sounded innocent enough, but let him know she was alone in the house.

All set, he walked to the door.

'One more kiss and cuddle, please!' she begged.

They had taken many a break to smooch, when he got her to repeat the new commands. She wanted more, which was evidence of one of the commands working well. He was no longer devouring one of his mom's friends, he was sucking the tongue of a beautiful and attractive woman.

***

During the next week, Derrick came around at least once a day. On Friday he visited three times, for them to have sex, in three different positions. He was making up for the fact that her husband would be home over the weekend.

***

Monday afternoon, he turned up to help in the garden.

'Hi, Mrs Jones, how are you today?' he asked.

'All the better for seeing you, Derrick,' she pleasantly said. 'Would you like something before you start?' she innocently asked.

'What was that?' she asked, not hearing properly what he said.

'What are you wearing today, Mrs Jones?' he asked.

'Well, apart from these shoes, just the dress, and a push up bra. I don't seem to be able to wear panties recently. I don't know why, it's just one of those things,' she said.

'Don't you feel funny, not wearing any?' he asked.

'No, not at all, I've got used to it. It's just one of those funny things that happens, you know, something unexplainable,' she said, and shrugged.

'Really? It doesn't make any difference then? What about when wearing short skirts?' he asked.

'It's no problem. Oh! Do you mean that someone might see my bottom when I bend over. This dress has a short hem, but I don't think anything is revealed. Here, I'll bend over, what can you see?' she asked, needing his opinion.

'If I was sitting low down in an easy chair, I might, but you're right, it's okay,' he told her. 'Besides, you have a nice bottom, worth showing off!' he encouraged her.

'Do you really think so, or are you being kind?' she asked.

'Really, it's the best in the neighbourhood,' he said.

'Here, you can judge better, if I . . .' she hesitantly spoke.

With the hem gripped in both hands, she just stood there. Eventually she lifted it to show off her heart shaped bottom.

'Do you still think I have a nice bottom?' she asked.

'Oh! Yea! A real nice ass, Mrs Jones,' he enthused.

'Derrick! There's no need to be rude. I'm showing you my bottom for your opinion, and there's no need to use such language,' she crossly spoke, and pulled down the hem, pulling it into place.

'Sorry, Mrs Jones, I didn't mean to disrespect you,' he said.

'Well, you can make it up to me, by giving me a hug. It's so nice having you hug and kiss me, I always feel so much better,' she pleasantly spoke.

'Of course, Mrs Jones. I owe you a big hug to make up for my rudeness,' he said.

'Kiss me, Derrick, I do so love your kisses,' she told him.

'Are you sure that's not rude?' he teased, with a straight face.

'Of course not Derrick, it's just a kiss and a cuddle that's all. It can lead to other things, but not between a married woman, and a boy. It's just a harmless kiss and cuddle, between friends,' she reassured him.

'Oh! Derrick!' she heavily breathed around his deep kisses.

He was kissing her neck and ears, and it felt so good, she hardly noticed anything else. His fingers found her emerging clitoris, and gently rubbed it. The teasing strokes were wonderful. She opened her thighs as wide as possible.

'See how far apart I can get my thighs. I've been practising all week, and can almost get my legs our sideways,' she boasted.

'Very good, Rita, well done,' he commented, then continued kissing and fingering her.

'Do you want me to show you?' she innocently asked, then moaned as he touched a sensitive spot.

'Not just now. What else have you been practicing?' he asked, and pushed hard on her clit.

'Ohhhh! Deep throat, I've practiced until I can take, ohhh! Take a banana down my throat,' she moaned and groaned her achievement.

'Show me, Rita, I'd love to know how well you've practiced, and what you've achieved,' he said.

Eagerly she got on the floor in front of him, and extracted his penis.

'You don't mind if I show you like this?' she asked, while about to suck on the head of his cock.

'Sure, go ahead!' he encouraged.

He keenly watched his cock disappear into her mouth, with slurps, and the wetting of his cock. Up and down in quick nods of her head, she prepared it, lubricating it enough to swallow. Feeling the end of his cock gripped hard in her throat nearly made him cum. He should have asked if she was going to swallow, but it was too late now. Nothing would hold him back from an orgasm.

It was fascinating watching his mother's friend, bob her head up and down his cock. She'd done this before, but never so expertly. She had been practicing for sure. The steady rhythm was exactly what he needed. Nearly there he tried to warn her. She knew what he was going to do, and held her head down, kissing his pubes.

He pumped his semen down her throat. Only just refraining from holding her head down. He lifted her head up, frightened she might drown or suffocate. She choked on the last of his cum, then swallowed that too.

'You should have saved some, to show me on your tongue,' he admonished her.

'Sorry, sir, next time I will,' she apologised.

He patted his little sex pet on the head, then patted the sofa, where they had been deeply petting. It hadn't taken long, even with the playing around. Rita needed to orgasm, and was bouncing with sexual tension.

'I'll take care of you tomorrow. I've got to go now,' he said.

'Oh! Please, sir, please let me cum,' she implored him.

He really did have to go and meet some friends. For him there was always later, or tomorrow. Leaving her like this meant she would be desperate tomorrow. No bad thing, for she would be even more eager to please than usual.

It was one of the orders in her head, to be eager to pleasure him, and needing to orgasm. The commands weren't always compatible. Now he'd cum, there was no need to hang around. An adolescent boy didn't respect a desperate older woman, or appreciate the pain from frustration and self doubt she would go through.

They kissed and cuddled at the back door. She didn't want to let him go. He'd left her with orders to practice, and get right for his next visit. If he didn't get to see her tomorrow, when he did visit, she would be jumping him as he came through the door.

It was nice to know he was needed. he was doing the woman a service. He was servicing her needs as well as his own. It was a mutual satisfaction, good for both of them. The hypnosis was to make it simple. She simply obeyed his orders, satisfying his needs first. Otherwise she would be a typical woman, and have to wrap her actions in complicated illogical excuses.

Breaking off from her clinch, he said, 'You did well, Rita. I'll reward you with something special,' he said, and kissed her forehead.

Rita skipped to the kitchen to make a coffee, feeling on top of the world. A feeling of euphoria was close to being in love, yet it was unaccountable. Something in the back of her mind would reveal who or what it was making her feel this way. The clue just wouldn't surface however hard she tried to dredge it up.

Satisfied with simply being exceptionally happy, she sipped at the coffee.

'What? What am I doing?' she murmured.

Her hand was up the dress, in her crotch. Whipping her hand away, she told herself not to be so obscene. A giggle ensued, and she got up to wash her hands. It wasn't so easy to wash the naughty thoughts away. If her fellow church women saw her doing such a nasty thing, she would have been ostracised.

An urge to touch herself pulled at her, and translated as needing a shower in her conscious mind. Maybe she'd picked up a yeast infection. That would explain the involuntary touching. A trip to a store would solve that, if it was an infection.

Wearing a nice cool sundress, she walked to the car. Without thinking about it, she held down the hem. There wasn't anything wrong with going without panties, it was just that she didn't want to show off her nice bottom to just anyone.