Hypnotizing the Babysitter Ch. 02

I laughed at her earnestness and she lowered her eyes and blushed. "I want you to undress me," I told her gently. "I want you to touch me the way you did the other night." She seemed startled that I'd said this, but she immediately began unbuttoning my shirt, fidgeting with my belt. "Did you think I'd forgotten?" I asked her.

"After you ... gushed ... and fell asleep, I told you that you'd remember it as an erotic dream," she said, working my trousers down past my hips. She became flustered when she couldn't get the pants past my shoes, so she had to shift her priorities. She snuck a peek up at me as she worked. "But you knew, of course. You are so strong. Much stronger than me. I bet you could make me believe anything ... or forget anything. Anything at all. But you remembered it ... you've known all along, haven't you?"

"Touch me again," I ordered, lying on my back, my erection pointing mightily skyward. She grasped it without hesitation, then bent forward and kissed it. I allowed a deep moan to escape my throat as she slowly sucked me into her hot mouth. She applied a great deal of suction and kept her teeth well out of the way, bobbing her head up and down. My wife had always refused me this little pastime, so I actually had very little familiarity with it ... but in my limited experience, this was perfect. "You've done this before, haven't you? You've done this to another man."

She jerked her head up and stared at me, tears suddenly springing to her eyes. "Y ... you ... you made me tell you, didn't you, sir? When you hypnotized me ... you made me tell you about him. I have no secrets from you, do I, sir? You know everything about me." She issued a shuddering sob. "Please, sir. Please don't make me talk about him now. Everything is so ... perfect. The way you're controlling me ... guiding me ... the way you're making me feel. Please don't spoil it. Please don't make me talk about ... him!" She spat out the last word as if it was a piece of rotten food.

"Come here, Dawn," I told her quietly. She cocked her head and looked at me quizzically. "Come here ... into my arms." She scooted herself up until our faces were even, and I grasped her wrists and guided them around my neck. I kissed her gently, but when she pressed her lips into mine, seeking more urgency, I drew back before kissing her lightly again. For the next several minutes, I kept it very tender ... very intimate. I stroked her back and sides, the top of her butt.

Her breathing deepened, her breasts straining into me. "Please, sir. Please take me. You're driving me crazy, sir."

"There will be no wild, animalistic sex tonight, Dawn. I just need to make love. I need it so badly. It's been so long since I've really made love."

She backed away until her eyes could focus on mine. "I'll do anything for you, sir. Anything. But I've never done this. Please tell me what you want."

"Touch me again." One of her hands came away from my neck and back down to my straining hard-on, and she began pumping me slowly. I kissed her again, and I was surprised to find that the fingers of her other hand were now in my hair at the back of my head. She gasped into my mouth as I began tweaking her left nipple. "A bit sensitive, are they?" I asked, keeping my lips in contact with hers.

"Y ... yes, sir." I dropped my hand between her legs again and began rubbing the top of her cleft. Her clitoris was enlarged and hard. "OH! Oh, sir! Sir, NO!"

Her eyes were wide, and I looked into them sternly. "What will you do for me, Dawn? Will you do anything I ask?" (This was all new to me. I'd never played the part of the assertive master in bed before, and I was making this up as I went along.)

"But ... but ... OH! Oh, sir! I've already ... You've already made me ... OH!"

"Will you do anything I want you to, Dawn?" I repeated.

She gulped. She was panting hard and fast. "Y ... yes, sir. OH! Yes, sir. Anything, sir!"

"Then relax," I ordered, whispering the command directly into her ear. Her body tensed and shook. Hmmm ... I'd just discovered that her ears were an erogenous zone. "Relax and let it take you. Let me have my way with you." I felt her shoulders slump a little; my arm on her tummy felt the muscles there relax, then clench, then relax again. "I can make your body do everything I want it to," I breathed into her ear again. "I know just where to touch it ... just what to do. I can make you do ... anything."

On that word, she launched into another totally consuming orgasm, and I clenched my teeth as the fingers of one of her hands squeezed my rock-hard penis like a vise while those of her other hand gripped my hair. Her body strained up off the bed ... slammed back down and rose yet again, tension in every part of her. After I thought she might rip my hair out by the roots, I stopped rubbing her and she collapsed, limp, eyes closed, unmoving except for her heaving chest.

I rolled atop her, fitting neatly between her widely spread thighs. I lowered my lips to her ear again and whispered. "Now, Dawn. Guide me into you. Do it now." Her eyes flickered open and she grasped me, leading me toward the target, gasping audibly as she inadvertently scraped the tip across her still-engorged and overly-sensitive clit before pulling it into herself. "Your body is just the way I want it," I continued. "Wet and relaxed and open and ready. This is the way I want it, Dawn. This is the way I want you for the first time."

I pushed down and down and down. There was no resistance at all. She was very tight, but oily-slick, and in ten seconds, I was buried to the hilt. She threw her head back and moaned. "So full," she groaned. "So deeeeep! OH, SSIIIIRRRR!"

I knew right away that I wasn't going to last long. It had been almost half a year since I'd been with Rita ... or any woman, and this was one hell of a lot more than a dreamy hand job. She was superbly slick, and as if her vagina wasn't tight enough already, her inner muscles began flexing, as if trying to examine this monstrous new invader through feel. By sheer force of will, I began moving my body in slow, sensuous, purposeful thrusts into her. After four or five of these, she began meeting me with lunges of her own, arching her back and rising toward me, matching my cadence. I wanted to be tender this first time with her, and I gently tried to draw my head back until I could kiss her again, but she refused to relax her arms around my neck.

"I ... I can't ... I can't hold out very ... long, Dawn," I groaned. "I ... I'm going to ... going to ..."

"Oh, gosh, sir!" she moaned in my ear. "Oh! You're swelling, sir! You're getting even bigger! Fill me, sir! Please fill me up!"

I froze as I came, then couldn't help pounding her for several more strokes, then freezing again. I felt her squeezing me with her inner muscles. "More, sir. Please give me more." She brought one of her arms down and pressed my butt with the palm of her hand, holding me inside her. "Once more. Let me feel you give me just a little more." I strained into her, shuddering one last time.

I remained embedded in her for a long while, until I finally shrank and slipped out of her. "Oh, gosh, sir. I'm dripping. I'm going to make a puddle on the sheets."

"You seemed to be able to change the sheets without waking me up the other night," I chided. "You can't change them while you're in the bed yourself?"

She giggled while I rose and went into the bathroom for a towel. Then I went down the hall to her bedroom and took the necklace from her dresser before returning to her. She saw it in my hand, and her smile faded for a moment before returning. "It's all happening so fast, sir. Taking my mind ... taking my body. You made me want this SO much! You made me ... made me want YOU so much!" I held the crystal in front of her eager eyes. "... Made me love you so much," she droned sleepily.

And in only a few more seconds, she was under.

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MAY 25th

I woke up twice during the night: once to discover her snuggled in my arms, one of her legs thrown over mine; and once to find that I'd nestled into her back side, my left arm draped across her body, under her arm, my hand filled with the spongy softness of one breast. But now, with the sunlight streaming in past the small gaps at the sides of the window blinds, I found her head on my chest; and while I couldn't see beyond her thick hair, I knew instinctively that I was being stroked erotically by insistent fingers. "And good morning to YOU, Dawn," I groaned.

"You get hard when you sleep, sir."

"Sleeping next to a nude girl will do that to a man."

She sighed. "Everything is so new ... So ... perfect." She stroked me a few times and giggled as I moaned.

"Are you sore?" I asked her. "If you keep doing that to me, you know that I'll have to take you again."

"That would be ... wonderful, sir." She abandoned my shaft and began tactilely investigating my testicles.

"Get on top of me, Dawn. Do it now." I hoped that I sounded masterful enough to satisfy her obvious feelings of submissiveness. I guess I succeeded, because after a few moments' hesitation, she rolled atop me, straddling me.

"Like this, sir?"

I pushed her upright and massaged her breasts for awhile, then reached up, put my hand behind her neck and pulled her down for a long, leisurely kiss before pushing her back up again. I petted, squeezed and stroked her here and there, tweaking her large nipples and finally rubbing her slit and clitoris. She collapsed back into me when I did this, but I again positioned her just the way I wanted; and I finally used my knees and thighs to raised her body up while I maneuvered my prick into her. She sank downward, filling herself with me, throwing her head back and groaning loudly. Soon she understood, and she began rising and falling while I took advantage of the easy access to all the places I wanted to touch. It didn't take long. I'd rubbed her clit for about a minute when she came, her inner muscles clutching my shaft hard, rhythmically; milking me; and I joined her in ecstasy.

This time, when she collapsed atop me, I just held her, and the only movement was our heaving chests and my cock, which still twitched inside her every now and then. I felt a warm wetness on my neck and shoulders.

"Are you crying?" I asked, concerned. "Why are you crying? Did I hurt you?"

"You've made me love you, sir," she explained, keeping her face out of my view. "I know that this feeling is the result of a hypnotic suggestion, but that doesn't matter. It's true, nonetheless. I am really, really in love. And I know that ... that I'll lose you soon ... that you'll send me away. You will take all that I have, and you'll discard me." She shrugged. "That's just the way my life is. But ... but this time, sir ... this time, it's worth it. Oh, God, I'm happy! Thank you, sir!"

I tried not to show the utter confusion I felt. She was a big girl, but she had the security and sensitivities of an immature ten-year-old. I'd always regarded her as a bit ... off-center; but now, for the first time, I began to question her sanity. Something had happened to this woman. Something had shredded her confidence and left her utterly dependent on those near her. But no, that wasn't true, either. I had seen her act assertive and normal around others ... just not around ME. Perhaps I could be a little more logical later ... when she wasn't crying ... or nude ... or had her vagina wrapped around my deflating cock. I sighed. Later. I'd figure all this out later.

We were silent for a long, long time before I rolled us onto our sides. "Shower," I told her. "Now."

She smiled happily and kissed me lightly on the lips. "Yes, sir."

We showered together; and I took great pleasure in cleansing her huge breasts more than once; and she giggled and sighed; and she moaned on occasion, when my soapy hands wandered lower. But eventually I deemed myself sufficiently hygienic, and I left her so as to pursue duties in the kitchen. There I decided to attempt a coffee cake from scratch in honor of Sunday breakfast, and I was in the process of measuring the cinnamon for the crumb topping when she finally made her appearance. She was wearing one of my dress shirts, the long sleeves rolled up just above her wrists, the top three buttons free, the collar gapping open to show the tops of her creamy, jiggling mounds. The shirt tail hit her midway between knees and crotch, and it was very evident that she wore no panties underneath.

She blushed demurely and turned around for me. "I hope you don't mind, sir. I thought that maybe ... you'd want me to wear something that ... um ... could be easily removed."

I smiled approvingly. "You were in there an awfully long time. Were you just picking which of my shirts to wear?"

She blushed even more. "You know what I was doing, sir. I was doing what ... what you wanted me to do; what you ... suggested I should do."

I studied her intently. "The suggestion that I hypnotically implanted in you," I said.

"Yes, sir."

I nodded. "The coffee cake will be done in twenty minutes," I told her. "Go out and get the Sunday newspaper for me please."

She looked startled. "Like ... like this?" She looked down at herself, her fingers going to the third open button on the shirt.

"Exactly like that, Dawn."

She left the button undone, stood for a long time, contemplating my demand, and then she finally turned and walked to the front door. I gave her a few second before drifting in the direction of the big front bay window, and I watched as she strode steadily down the front walk to the spot the paperboy had flung the newspaper. She kept her body vertical, bending her knees to get the thing, and then she turned and started back toward the house before skidding to a sudden stop. She faced to her left (my right) and gave a little wave to someone I couldn't see, bringing her hand only shoulder-high, so that the hem of the shirt didn't ride up any more than it already was. She was speaking, but I couldn't hear her words; and then she waved again and continued into the house.

When she'd gotten inside and saw me, she couldn't help dropping the paper and running into my arms, her hands going around my neck. "Oh, sir! Someone saw me! The lady next door saw me!"

"Mrs. Wagner? My, my. She's one of the biggest gossips in town. What did she say?"

"She just smiled and said good morning. She asked me how I was. Do you think ... do you think ... um ...?"

With her arms around my neck, the hem of the shirt was pulled up almost to her waist, and I let my hands wander over her bare posterior. "What do YOU think, Dawn?"

She shuddered. "Everybody's going to know, sir! Everyone in town is going to know!"

"Know what, Dawn?"

"They're going to know that we ... um ... that we're doing it. Having sex. They're going to know that I'm in love with you, sir ... that I'm giving myself to you."

I pushed her back until we were slightly apart, and then I hooked a finger under her pert chin and lifted her face to mine. "I detest secrets," I told her softly. And I kissed her. She melted into me, parted her lips and sparred with my tongue for awhile before becoming more animated. She reached for my thickening cock. "Later," I told her firmly, almost moaning. "The old battery has to recharge."

She seemed disappointed, but (of course) followed my orders and backed away from me. We worked together in the kitchen for awhile, making the coffee and cutting up some fruit. I found yet another limit to my control over her when she refused to eat more than a small sliver of the cake, choosing fruit instead. She claimed that she had been on a diet "her entire life," and that she now had to make penance for the big dinners I had forced on her the preceding two evenings, which had resulted in a three-pound weight gain.

After breakfast, I took her into the living room, where I insisted she remove the shirt and sit nude next to me while we did the New York Times crossword puzzle together. This was my first opportunity to see the result of my "hypnotic suggestion," which had obviously been that she shave off all of her pubic hair. That made it sort of difficult for me to concentrate on the puzzle; but another surprise awaited me: she was remarkably bright. More than bright. She swore that she'd never done the Times puzzle before ... that she'd only done a few crosswords ever ... but she seemed to know almost everything. She very quickly got wrapped up in doing the thing, and she often actually clapped her hands when she figured out a group of words, much the same as my daughter would do when she was overly excited.

When it was done, I announced that she had earned a reward; and she gave a giggling shriek as I threw her back onto the cushions of the couch and buried my face in her denuded pussy, where I licked her until she screamed in erotic release. I then forced her to stand and bend over the arm of the sofa, and I took her from behind. This was the first time I'd taken her hard, slamming into her over and over, my thighs slapping loudly against her buttocks, while my hands roamed freely over her back and sides, to her breasts and nipples, down to her clit ... everywhere. I found that I could last longer this time, and it went on for awhile. She came once more before I emptied myself into her eager body.

We fell asleep on the couch afterward, and she felt very good to me, wrapped in my arms the way she was. It was dark when we finally arose, and I pan fried some leftover chicken to mix into a salad for dinner.

During the meal, I ordered her to tell me about the first lucky guy who had gotten a blow job from her; but while she talked a lot about it, she didn't really TELL me much. She had only referred to him as "Sir," and he had evidently been some sort of personal advisor in college. He had a wife, Dawn told me, as well as at least one lover ... another student. But, while ALL of her professors (and high school teachers before them) were authority figures, this was the first time she had been assigned solely to one person ... to one man. And eventually, they both discovered something startling: There was absolutely nothing that she wouldn't do for him.

For her, the revelation was deeply personal ... she thought she was in love (though now, she told me, she knew that she hadn't been. The feelings that she'd had for him were nothing like the ones she had for me now). But for him, the epiphany was something entirely different. For he realized that not only was there nothing she wouldn't do ... there was seemingly nothing she couldn't do. ("I've always been a pretty good problem-solver," she told me.) He had wanted something built for him ... something in the laboratory; which, after a period of months, she had produced for him. As soon as he had this thing, his need for her was over; and he sent her away, telling her that he not only didn't love her ... he couldn't really stand the sight of her. She was fat. She was ugly. He didn't want her anywhere near him. She had left the school ... and the state ... shortly thereafter.

The oral sex had been demanded earlier in this scenario when he was having some sort of trouble with his student girlfriend. According to him, he was angry when he found out that this girl had only been using him for purposes of scientific advancement (just as he had evidently been using Dawn). Lots of that going around in the wonderful world of academia, I guess. For her, the fellatio had just been another assignment. He ordered her to do it, and so she had. Dawn hadn't liked it ... and she got the distinct feeling that he hadn't enjoyed it all that much, either. But he had forced her to do it again the next night. And the next. She didn't know why it had ended, and she didn't question it. She knew that there had been no romance involved ... for he had never kissed her, had never held her, had rarely even touched her.