Hypnotist Next Door Ch. 05

"And she gave you another blow-job? Sucked your hard cock?" Dr Morgan sighed. She never took her eyes off his as she slowly stuck out her tongue and swirled it around the head of his cock. He gasped and his cock jumped and throbbed in her hands. "Go on Mark. Did you fuck her mouth again?"

"Uh...uh yeah, for a little while. I had both hands in her hair and I just fucked her mouth right there under the bleachers. She was moaning and sucking like there was no tomorrow. After a few minutes of that, I pull out and she's looking up at me, licking her lips like a porn star. I kneel down with her, reach down and pull her skirt up and start feeling her pussy. She was sooo fuckin' wet! She starts moaning and grinding against my hand and I'm thinking 'Jackpot baby!' So I pulled her panties off and pushed her over into the grass. Before she can say anything, I"m on top of her. I took her right there and fucked her in the grass under the bleachers. Just pounded that pussy. She went wild. When her head wasn't thrashing from side to side, she was kissing and biting my neck. It...was...awesome!"

Dr. Morgan was pumping his cock more rapidly now, bringing the head to a deep purple and milking more pre-cum from the engorged head. "And, were there any..repercussions? Did she just let you take her right there in the grass?"

Mark gasped again fighting to concentrate on the memory while Dr Morgan stroked his hard cock. "Uh, repercussions? No, she loved it. We've been dating ever since. The next date, we went out for dinner and I took her home, parked in back of her house. Her parents were inside playing bridge with some neighbors, so I walked her into the her back yard and pushed her up against a big oak tree, out of view of the house. She already had her panties off, so I hiked her skirt up, picked her up and backed her into the tree. So her back's against the tree and I've got her by the ass. She whispers, "fuck me!" so I lift her ass up step between her legs and fuck her right up against the tree. Oh my God that was wild. She was biting her lip to keep quiet, so I fucked her even harder. She stuffed her skirt in her mouth when she came but she was still kind of loud. We could hear her parents inside talking and laughing. I think that made her even hotter. And I'm thinking, 'Yeah old man, you wouldn't be laughing if you knew I was out her fucking your daughter'.

The next day at school, she was all over me, actin' like Romeo & Juliet. So of course right then I knew I had it made. Jackpot. Of course, I see her less now since I'm fucking Mom, but Karen still lets me do her pretty much whenever I want. Wherever I want. "

"And that young man, is a big problem." Dr. Morgan said firmly. The firm grip she had on the base of Mark's manhood matched the steel in her voice. He winced, fully expecting her to squeeze his balls again. "Mark, your father was only half right. You got lucky in more ways than one. You can't go through life thinking you can take any woman you want if you're aggressive enough. And, I may have pushed you farther in that direction when I gave you permission to have sex with Jeanette."

"You mean when you gave me permission to fuck my mother." he smirked.

"Yes, to fuck your sweet, frustrated, chain-smoking mother. She needed it and I'm convinced it was the right thing for her, but I'm afraid we've given you a dangerous message. I don't want to read about you getting arrested or kicked out of school for date-rape. You're going to have to learn that not every woman is sexually submissive. Some of us..." she smiled lustily as she stood and began removing her jacket "...like to be in charge."

Mark watched mesmerized as the stunning blonde tossed her pinstripe blazer aside, slowly unbuttoned her white silk blouse, unhooked the front clasp on her lacy black bra and removed it. Her D-cup breasts barely moved as she unfettered them. They were full and round and perfect. She slid her hands down her sides and deftly removed the pinstripe skirt, revealing only nylons and a lacy black garter belt. Her neatly trimmed blonde bush barely covered her glistening, swollen labia.

"You, young man, need to be taught a lesson." She straddled his prone body on the couch, reached down and took hold of his cock. Her eyes fluttered briefly as she felt the head of his hard young cock pressing against her mound. "You need to learn that sometimes, the man is not in charge...and doesn't need to be. Hört mich an, mon jouet. You will lie perfectly still until I give you permission to move. You will not touch me unless I say so. And you will not - cannot- ejaculate until I give you permission. Do you understand?"

She had entranced him instantly, sending him into a state of extreme suggestibility. Even if he wanted to object, he felt completely powerless to resist. And he definitely didn't want to object. "Yes ma'am, he intoned."

"Goood." She smiled that electric smile that made his pulse race. She slowly settled down and with maddening deliberation lowered herself onto his cock, savoring each inch as it penetrated and filled her. He gritted his teeth and laid his head back on the couch fighting the urge to grab her hips and thrust upward into her wet womb. She sighed as she finally sank down onto his pelvic bone and began gyrating on his hard young cock.

"Oh my God," Mark gasped as he was enveloped in her incredibly tight, hot, wet pussy. He was thankful for her hypnotic suggestion. Otherwise, he'd be blasting her cervix with cum already. He felt like every nerve ending in his body was alive with energy.

"Mmmmm, yess," she purred seductively. "Good boy, Mark. You, young man, are my sex toy. My real live blow- up doll, my human dildo. A nice, thick, hard one". She raised her hips and started moving up and down. She settled into a comfortable pace, riding his rod, working it for every ounce of pleasure.

"I'll bet this feels better than when you fucked Karen in the grass, doesn't it," she purred. She leaned forward, resting her hands on his chest, bringing her barely swaying tits tantalizingly close to his face.

"Oh hell yeah," he moaned.

"Do you know why it feels soooo good, Mark," she whispered. "Because I'm in control. Because all you have to do is lie back and enjoy my body. Feel my hot pussy sliding up and down your hard cock, sucking your cock like a hungry mouth." He groaned as she gripped him with her vaginal muscles and slid slowly upward until only the head was inside. They gasped in unison as she slammed back down, burying his cock deep in her pussy.

"I'll bet Karen felt the same thrill when you fucked her under the bleachers. She just laid back, spread her legs, and let you take her. She surrendered herself completely to you, body and soul. Did she cum while you were pounding her tight little pussy?" Her voice was taking on an urgent edge to it, as her own passion built. "Did you make your little sub-slut girlfriend come?"

"Yes!" he gasped. "She was wailing and clutching my back. Her pussy got so tight."

"She came because she surrendered herself to you, just like you're surrendering yourself to me. It feels good to surrender, doesn't it, Mark?"

"Oh yeah, it feels so fucking good!" he grunted.

"Since you've been such a good boy, you can touch my breasts now, with your hands and your mouth." Mark's hand were a blur as he grabbed her magnificent tits. He fondled them both, raised his head sucked her entire left aureola deep into his mouth. She gasped, slammed herself down on his cock, and began riding him faster, using her weight to drive his thick eight inch tool into her pussy. She bit her lip for a while, but eventually the torrent of obscenities began to flow as she rode her human sex toy.

"Oh FUCK yes, baby, bite my fucking titties you horny little bastard, oh yeah it's so fucking hard...nasty little bastard, you've been fucking that sweet young girl and fucking your own mother...shoving your big hard cock deep in her hole... pounding her pussy and filling her with your nasty cum...ohhh fuck, YES!"

To Mark it seemed like an eternity, a moment suspended in time. Dr Morgan convulsed, grunting and hissing through tightly clenched teeth and slammed her pussy down onto him, grinding out her release. She humped back and forth and bathed his fleshy pole in her nectar. Minutes passed while she floated back to full awareness and leaned forward, kissing Mark lightly on the lips.

"Thank you Mark," she sighed.. "There's nothing quite like fucking a nice, hard, young cock. And how about you? It does feel good to surrender, doesn't it Mark?"

"Yes ma'am!" he groaned. He squeezed her firm tits again and bucked upward into her relaxing pussy, almost whining with frustration and lust.

"Mmmmm, you're still nice and hard, and all that hot cum is still locked up tight in your balls. I'll bet you want to let it go, don't you?" She said with a wicked smile.

"Yes please!"

"You will, young man." She slowly slid up his throbbing cock teasing him as her wet lips drooled along his aching shaft. "But not quite yet. And certainly not in me." She climbed off of him, walked casually to her desk and pressed a button on the intercom. "Emily."

"Yes Dr. Morgan?" Came the reply. It was the lovely receptionist Mark had been ogling before he came in for the session.

"Come in here quickly" Dr Morgan's steely voice replied. There was that tone of iron clad authority. "I require your assistance with a patient." The 'Yes ma'am' was cut off as Dr Morgan ended the conversation and settled in her chair without bothering to put her blouse or skirt back on. Mark looked a little confused, but he was so horny that he'd have fucked Hillary Clinton if she walked in the room.

Emily strode quickly but silently into the office, her head down, eyes averted. She was dressed in a tweed skirt and black blouse with dark nylons and high heels.. She barely stood 5' 6" in the heels and Mark figured she couldn't have been more than 115lbs soaking wet. Her dark hair, tied up in a bun on her head and her large black framed glasses gave her a studious look.

Dr. Morgan strode quickly to meet her, grabbed her roughly by her bun and pulled her head downward. Emily quietly sank to her knees. Dr. Morgan continued to force her head toward the floor and Emily collapsed onto her hands and knees on the cold, hard tile floor.

"Good little bitch," Dr. Morgan said coldly. "Now come along." She pulled at Emily's hair like a leash and the lovely brunette followed along, crawling over to the couch. Mark reacted instinctively, scooted to the edge of the couch and spread his legs. His rock-hard cock, still glistening with Dr. Morgan's creamy nectar stood straight up in the air, pulsing with his heartbeat.

"Mark, I believe you've met my assistant, Emily". Dr Morgan said. Her face was as hard as her voice. "She's been with the practice for many years. She worked for my late husband Carl and I decided to keep her on when I took over. Emily, Mr. Wilson is in some distress, as you can see. Please relieve him. That is what you do best, after all."

Before Emily could reply, Dr. Morgan had stepped over her, straddling her back and pushed Emily's head forward with both hands, driving her mouth down on Mark's cock. She gasped and gagged as Dr. Morgan forced her head relentlessly downward until Emily's nose was pressed against Mark's groin. He cursed and gasped at the exhilarating sensation of having his cock suddenly buried to the hilt in this beautiful girl's throat.

"You see Mark, Emily here knows all about the joy of submission, don't you Emily?" She abruptly yanked the girl's head upward, allowing her to gasp for air and breathe out a "Yes ma'am" before she shoved it back down and buried Mark's cock deep in her throat. Emily's throat was relaxed and there was no indication of resistance in her face,but her hands clenched and unclenched in silent panic.

"Oh fuck!" Mark groaned as he bucked involuntarily, driving his cock deeper into Emily's hot mouth and throat. He clenched the couch and grunted, straining against the pressure in his balls and the iron will of Dr Morgan's post-hypnotic command. "Ahhhhh fuck, that feels so good!"

Dr Morgan looked up at him and smiled sweetly as she continued to pin Emily's face against Mark's groin. "See I told you? Sometimes it feels better to surrender. Now, are you ready for that sweet release? Do you want to shoot your load down this little's bitch's throat?"

"Yes ma'am," Mark grunted. His whole body was one big knot of sexual tension.

"Oh, I've got a better idea," Dr. Morgan said in a deep, sultry voice. She jerked Emily's head upward. The girl's retreating lips left thick strands of drool and pre-cum stringing down to Mark's cock.

"Stand up Mark," she ordered. As he did so, she perched on the edge of the couch, took hold of his cock with one hand and grabbed Emily's hair bun with the other. Holding Emily's head just inches from Mark's throbbing, glistening cock, she began to stroke it vigorously.

"Open your mouth, bitch. Give us a nice little target," she hissed. Emily complied and parted her lips looking up at Mark. "Oooh yeah, that's it cunt. Now, open wide and say 'please'."

"Please," Emily said quietly. She was barely audible, but her big dark eyes were full of desire.

Dr. Morgan jerked her hair sharply back, causing a whimper in pain. "Say it like you mean it, Bitch!" she hissed.

"Please, give me your cum, Mr. Wilson," Emily groaned. "Please shoot your hot, sticky semen all over my face!"

"Much better, dear," Dr. Morgan purred. "You look so sweet when you beg. And now, Mark, be a gentleman and give the cum-guzzling little whore what she asked for," Dr. Morgan said sarcastically as she jerked his cock toward Emily's mouth.

A heartbeat later, he groaned loudly and shook as Dr Morgan jerked him off, jerking his cock like a pump action shotgun. Emily's face took the full blast at point blank range. Thick white streams of cum splashec across her glasses, streaked her cheeks, hung from her nose down to her lips and began to pool on her chin. She shuddered and gasped as the hot semen splashed and cascaded down her skin.

Dr. Morgan held Emily's head firmly in place inches from Mark's spurting cock and jerked it until he had spent his load. She let his cum ooze out over her fingers, then flicked it off onto the floor. A huge wad slid slowly from Emily's chin, and landed with a splat on the tile. Dr. Morgan released Mark's cock and slowly ran her fingers around Emily's face, gathering the rest of Mark's thick,creamy-white jizz from her cheeks, and pushed it into Emily's open mouth, then closed her jaw with her hand and said, "gulp it down."

Emily did as commanded and gulped loudly, swallowing most of Mark's load. Her face was a mask of passive serenity. Only the cum on her glasses remained.

"Oh my, look what a mess we've made," Dr. Morgan said. She pulled Emily's glasses off , turned them around and presented them to her. Emily quietly licked them clean and swallowed.

"Oh dear, you're not done yet. Look what you've done to my nice marble floor,"she said

At once, Mark understood why Dr. Morgan's office wasn't carpeted. Still gripping Emily's hair by the bun, she pushed her assistant's face relentlessly downward and said, "Clean up this mess, you stupid little bitch."

She forced Emily's face to the cold hard floor. The expression on Emily's face registered her humiliation as she obediently stuck out her tongue and licked Mark's cum from the floor. Dr. Morgan held her down until she had licked most of it up, then smeared her face in the residue, using Emily's face like a dishrag.

"Holy shit," Mark whispered. "That's just about the nastiest thing I've ever seen."

Dr. Morgan released her grip on Emily's bun and patted her head. "Thank you Emily. That will be all."

"Yes ma'am," Emily said in her submissive little girl voice, as she struggled to her feet. She straightened her blouse, and adjusted her glasses in a futile attempt to regain some measure of dignity. But the effort was ruined by the remnants of Mark's cum now smeared across her cheek and lips. She lowered her head slightly, turned and silently left the room.

It took Mark a few minutes to fully recover, during which time Dr Morgan dressed and made a few notes on her pad. By the time his head had cleared and his heart stopped pounding, she was looking at him as calmly as when the session had started.

"So Mark, as you see, sometimes it pays to let other people do the driving. Your father was only partly right. As you grow older, you'll need to be able to determine which women are truly submissive - like your mother-and which are not. Making the wrong judgment can be quite a costly mistake. And speaking of judgment, I trust you've learned your lesson about forgetting who's in charge here."

"Yes ma'am," he said quickly. One hand went involuntarily to his crotch and he cupped his balls. Dr. Morgan noticed the defensive gesture and smiled.

"Good boy. Now, speaking of other women, I'm thinking it's time for you to bring yours together.

"Excuse me," Mark was still a little dazed. "What women?"

"Your girlfriend and your mother, silly. Isn't it time you brought Karen home to meet the folks?"

"The folks? You mean, the folk. My mother. Well, I don't see why not. Karen and I have only been dating a few months, so it's not like we're engaged or something. But...since they're both, as you say, 'submissive', and I'm the man of the house now, it might be a pretty cool idea."

She gave him a warning glare and cleared her throat. "I know, I know." he added quickly. "Sometimes it pays to be submissive. Got it. I'll keep that in mind when I go off to college."

"I'm serious Mark, I suggest you make a date and bring Karen over for dinner. And speaking of dinner, it's getting late. I promised Jeanette I'd bring you home with me. Let's get going before they lock us in the office building."

"Okay, I'll think about it," Mark said as they made their way toward the door. "Maybe Mom and Karen will hit it off. Hey, maybe they'll get in an argument over who's the hotter sub-slut and a cat-fight will break out. They'll rip each others' clothes off and start a nude mud-wrestling match. I can sell tickets!," Mark chuckled.

"Insufferable jock" Dr. Morgan slapped him on the shoulder. "You'd better watch yourself young man, or I'll hypnotize you and turn you into a drag queen."

"You wouldn't!" Mark gasped as he froze in place. "Yes ma'am, dinner it is! Sometimes it feels good to submit!"

They both burst out laughing and, as they headed toward the elevator, Mark turned and added." I've got a better idea. Why don't you join us for dinner? Tonight. Mom's making spaghetti and meatballs. I know you like sinking your teeth into some big juicy meatballs," he teased.

She glared at him for a moment, then softened and slapped him in the back of the head. "What the hell am I going to do with you?" she chuckled. "But yes, actually that sounds like a good idea. That will give me a chance to catch up with Jeanette and help her process a few things. Thank you Mark, I think I'll take you up on that."