Tales of an Unethical Hypnotist Ch. 06

"The way we kiss, hold and touch each other. It's magical. Ever since I was young, I've treasured those moments. But, I realized a long time ago that they weren't 'normal.'

"And, you're right. I did use to talk about marrying you one day when I got older. Lot's of little girls talk about marrying their father, or grandfather. It's a cute fantasy that is quickly grown out of.

"The difference with me is that I never grew out of it.

"I tried. I tried to 'like' the boys at school. I tried to flirt. I tried to date. It always just felt wrong. They just annoyed me.

"Now, it's true that you'll never hold a candle to Johny Depp," she said as she smiled warmly and reached up a hand to caress my cheek.

"But," she continued. "How could I ever be interested in those boys? You're the man I love. That I've always loved.

"It's weird, just now, when you said that Mom had a special relationship with her dad, and then you told me it was my choice, something changed.

"I can't describe it. It's like this tension in my head, this battle that's been waging in my thoughts just suddenly stopped. I feel so light, I feel so free. I feel like a fog has been lifted, and I'm seeing clearly for the first time in a long time. I feel..."

She paused as her words got caught in her throat. It took her a moment to continue, and when she did, her voice was a little hoarse, a tear ran down her cheek.

"I feel like... No, I know that... I'm in love. With you, Daddy. I'm in love with you, and if you're asking me to be your girlfriend, secret or otherwise, then the answer is an unequivocal, 'YES!'"

I was kind of floored. This is not at all what I expected. Just over a week ago, I had accidentally hypnotized my daughter. From there, I started down this path with the express intent of corrupting her into my sexual plaything.

At every step of the way, she responded in unexpected ways. The least expected of all was just now when she expressed her love for me and her desire to be my secret girlfriend. Not as her hypnosis created alternate personality. Not even while in trance. No, as her normal, waking self.

I was confident, in fact 100% certain, that I created this. The manipulations I'd done over the past week led us here, but there must have been more to it.

Maybe I tapped into some underlying emotions that already existed. Maybe when I...

"Daddy?" Chani brought my attention back to the here and now.

"Oh, sweetheart. I'm sorry. What you said just now, it really touched me. I was moved. I love you too, Chani. I love you so much."

"Daddy, the truth is that we'll probably need to sit down with Mom and work out what this looks like moving forward. Also, there are some things, nothing terrible, that we also need to talk about.

"But, as I recall, you had something to show me? Something to help with my, um, my..."

I interrupted her, "Your horniness? Your arousal? Love, it's not going to be instantaneous, but if we're going to do this, in fact, part of the reason I want to do this, is to help put you in touch with yourself, your body, your sexuality. So, as much as you're comfortable with, and FYI, I'll probably be pushing your boundaries, but as much as you're comfortable with it, just talk to me like a close friend, like your boyfriend.

"Use dirty words, 'naughty' words, it's okay," I said, smiling at her.

I was really trying to be present and engaged, but her comment about sitting down with Mom was gnawing at the back of my brain. If what I did tonight with Marsha had worked, this could all go great. If it didn't... oh, boy.

I think I mentioned it already, but when I set out down this path of sexual corruption, I was totally thinking with my "little brain." I had NOT thought through the potential pitfalls and consequences.

I was risking everything.

Well, things very well could go sideways tomorrow. Which meant I might have been hours away from beginning my life as an incarcerated sexual predator. And if I was going to end up in prison for doing this, I was damn well going to do everything in my power to make sure I earned it.

"Okay, Dad," Chani started after taking a moment to digest my advocacy for a more robust, adult vocabulary. "I'm... uh... I'm uh really, fu... fucking horny right now. So please, Daddy, help me."

That was all the encouragement I needed.

I leaned in toward my daughter and picked up where I had left off just a few minutes before. Starting with her lips, I began kissing her passionately as my hands roamed her body.

Once Chani was reengaged and starting to again become lost to our passion, I moved. First, to her right ear, just a quick nibble, then down to her neck where I kissed, sucked and bit.

After a few moments, I pecked my way across, her cheeks to her left side, and repeated the process.

Then her collarbones and clavicle.

Her breasts and nipples were next.

Soon I was trailing kisses down her stomach as I repositioned my body between her legs.

Finally, working my way ever lower, I slid down and wrapped my arms underneath Chani's thighs. My hands held her hips as her legs rested on my shoulders. Her gorgeous, wet, and delectably fragrant 18-year-old pussy was directly in front of my eyes.

My head was spinning, and it took every ounce of willpower I had to maintain even a modicum of restraint.

First, I turned to my right and began kissing and licking her inner thigh all the way up till I reached her mound.

Next, I did the same to my left as she moaned, and her thighs reacting with tiny little spasms.

Then, reaching across with my hands, I spread her pussy lips and gazed into her glistening pink folds. Magnificent!

Unable to restrain myself any further, I closed the last few centimeters between us and kissed and lightly sucked her sensitive little nub into my mouth.

Chani immediately let out a startled gasp and tensed up, her athletic and shapely legs threatening to crush my head, but only for a few heartbeats.

After she had released her death grip, I likewise released her clit.

"Chani?" I waited for a moment before repeating a little louder, "Chani?"

"Yes, Dad?"

"I want you to enjoy this, but there are no expectations here. You and I are just having fun. That's it. There's no right and no wrong.

"If something I'm doing feels good, please tell me. If you don't care for something I'm doing, please tell me.

"If you want me to go faster or slower, harder or softer, just ask.

"If you want me to go back to something I did before, just ask.

"If you want me to keep going, I'll keep going. When you're ready to stop, I'll stop.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy. I'm a little nervous, though. I've never done this before," Chani said, her voice full of excited anticipation mixed with a little trepidation.

"That's okay, Love. I have done this before. But every woman is unique, so I'll start with what I know, but please help me by giving me lots of feedback. Okay?"

"Okay," came her replay as she noticeably relaxed.

With all that being said, I resumed kissing and sucking and licking my daughter's cunt.

At first, she was mostly quiet. I did my best to adjust my technique by paying attention to her unspoken queues. That doesn't always work, though. For one woman, a flinch might mean, "Oh, I didn't like that." While for another woman, the same flinch says, "Wow, that was amazing, do more of that."

Even so, I did my best. After just a few minutes, Chani's silence gave way to sighs and moans.

And another minute after that, she said, "Oh yes, right there, Daddy. Yes."

Then, "Do more of those long strokes with your tongue."

Then, "Lower, yes, a little lower."

Which eventually turned into, "Move back up, ahh...ahh. Yes, right there!"

I was sure that my daughter would pop off quick, this being her first time and all, so I was surprised at just how long she was lasting.

That said, I've done my fair share of marathon cunnilingus sessions. The kind that leaves your jaw too sore to eat anything but oatmeal the next day. This was nowhere near that long.

Eventually, Chani started to tense up again, her legs wrapping around my head and firmly pulling it into her. As she did, she began, "Right there. Don't stop... Keep going... Yes... Oh... Yes... I think I'm gonna... No, no, go back, go back... Yes... Just... Oh god... Oh, god... Oh gnngn..."

Finally, her orgasm hit her, and by the looks of things, it was a good one. I would hope so. One, she was really "backed up." And two, we had been building up to it since right after she got home.

I just hung on and enjoyed the ride. As I did, it occurred to me that Chani hadn't mentioned if she'd experienced an orgasm before or not. She said she had trouble masturbating, but I hadn't asked about orgasms. Well, there would be plenty of time to ask her later.

Now, Chani's mother, Marsha, was usually a one orgasm women. (Of course, that was before I implanted the false memory of her escapades of sexual discovery with her father. I had no idea how that memory -assuming it took- was going to affect her.) Interestingly though, Ashley, Marahs's sex-slave alter-ego, was very multi-orgasmic.

I've had a similar experience with multiple women in the past. Awake, they achieve one climax (if that), but in hypnosis, they're multi-orgasmic.

If this was Chani's first experience, I wanted it to be a formative one. I would much rather she believe that she could be multi-orgasmic, so I decided to try for round two.

I waited for several minutes as my daughter was lost in bliss. Apparently, she had forgotten my presence, or just didn't care, because as she laid there, her legs remained locked behind my head.

When she finally began to stir again, I took my index finger and started to gently trace the inner folds of her sex. I tried for that perfect balance, not so gentle as to tickle and not so firm as to be rough.

As I circled my finger, I took the opportunity to collect her natural lubricant, which was still collecting at her vaginal entrance, and spread it all around.

As her engorged and sensitive tissues slowly became slick with her fluids, the pleasure that my single-digit was generating intensified.

And, as the pleasure intensified, her wetness increased. It was a sexy feedback loop that was, as I had hoped, ramping Chani's arousal back up.

Once her juices were really flowing, and Chani was again emitting coos and sighs of pleasure, I reenlisted the talents of my tongue to help speed her on her way.

Now, I'm about to reveal a secret. I have long been amazed that this remains a secret because it has worked with every woman I've ever been with.

I think the reason is that many women, and many men, for that matter, think it's gross. Well, maybe it is, but you know what, sex is gross!

Here it is. The key to helping a woman climax (particularly one who struggles with it) is to relax her butthole.

When a woman's asshole is relaxed, she comes twice as fast and twice as hard. I don't know why it is, though I have some theories, I just know that it works.

And, if a woman can learn to naturally relax her butthole during sex... that's right! Better orgasms without any extra work.

So, as Chani slowly allowed herself to let go and enjoy my renewed oral ministrations, I took my finger and began to spread her pussy juice over her puckered little hole.

"Um, Dad," Chani said as she tensed up and lifted her head to better look at me.

I met her eyes and responded, "Trust me, Honey. Can you trust me?"

"Yes, um... Okay, just... Yes, I trust you," she managed to get out before laying her head back down.

I took my time. Her juices were flowing, so gravity provided me a continuous supply of the world's best lubricant. I just continued to spread it around, slowly massaging Chani's sexy ass while I continued eating her cut.

Full disclosure: I love eating ass. I just love it, but I figured that it would probably be too much for Chani tonight, even if it is the fastest way to loosen things up back there.

Over time my circling massage began to incorporate a gentle pressure. And as I did, the muscles guarding her backdoor slowly started relaxing.

When I thought she was ready, I initiated a particularly strong "assault" on her clit. While she was otherwise distracted, I pushed my finger in, up to the first knuckle.

I repeated the same maneuver a couple minutes later to get my second knuckle in.

Eventually, once she had time to acclimate, I began slowly pumping my finger in and out. Every few strokes I would remove my finger, scoop up more of her cunt juices, add a little spit, then work it back in.

It only took a minute or two of this before I could tell that Chani was really getting into it.

She had picked up her legs off my shoulders and was holding them back, at the knees, to give me easier access to her derrière.

Once she did that, I sat up and gave my jaw a break. The thumb, of one hand, strummed her clit while my finger, on the other hand, continued to pump her ass.

Another minute or two, and I stopped touching her pussy altogether. She didn't seem to notice as she made grunting noises in time with my pumping digit.

God, I love how bestial women get during ass-play.

For a moment I considered working a second finger into her hole, she seemed to easily accept and enthusiastically enjoy the one that was already in there.

And, based on how relaxed things were back there, I was pretty sure it wouldn't take much to work in a second finger.

But, again, I didn't want to push things too far.

So, reluctantly, but with that mission accomplished, I extracted my finger and repositioned myself next to her in bed.

We resumed our passionate kissing. As we did, my "clean" hand reached down and once again started working Chani's clit.

"Can you taste your pussy on me, Chani?" I asked, my voice firm and authoritarian.

"Yes."

"Do you like kissing me? Do you like kissing my mouth that's covered in your pussy juice?"

"I love it, Daddy."

"Good."

I stopped playing with her. Then, taking her by the wrist, I guided her own hand down to her crotch.

"Touch yourself for me," I whispered into her ear. She immediately complied.

"That's it, Baby, work your cunt," I almost growled. She seemed to redouble her efforts, and seconds later was back to panting and grunting.

Chani had told me that she felt like she was "broken down there" because she had trouble masturbating. We'll she'd already experienced one orgasm this evening, helped along by me. I also wanted her to experience one caused by herself.

Thankfully, as worked up as she was, it was all but inevitable.

I took my hand, the one which had moments ago been going to town on her drenched pussy, and brought it up to her face. "Smell yourself on my fingers."

She inhaled deeply.

"Now clean them."

To my utter delight, and without even a second's hesitation, Chani took my fingers into her mouth and began sucking and licking them.

Once I felt that she had thoroughly "cleaned" them, I removed my fingers from her mouth. I then used them to tweak and tease her nipples as we returned to kissing, and she continued to rub her pussy.

The eagerness behind her kisses soon increased, and I suspected that she was getting close. Every few seconds, she would stop kissing, without entirely breaking contact, as she attempted to catch her breath.

I was more than a little surprised when she started talking, her words interleaved between passionate kisses and pauses to catch her breath.

"Daddy?" [kiss, kiss] "Do you..." [breathe, breathe] "...lick Mom..." [kiss, kiss] "...down there?" The broken pattern of speech continued as this unexpected... um, conversation (I guess) unfolded.

"Yes... I do."

"Does... she... taste like... me...?"

"A little... different... maybe... I don't... know... certainly similar."

After I replied, Chani did something I never, I mean never would have expected. She broke our kiss and leaned away from me just slightly. Then, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, she brought up the hand which she had been using to pleasure herself and smeared her fluids all over my lips and cheeks.

With that accomplished, her masturbation hand returned to its task. And, judging by how Chani's body, and her bed, were shaking, that hand was suddenly working much harder than it had been just moments before.

Simultaneously, Chani practically attacked my face with her mouth. She licked her own juices from my cheeks and sucked them from my lips. It was an act of total abandon, and it was incredibly hot!

I didn't know what fetish or fantasy Chani was attempting to satiate. She must have been successful, however, because seconds later, her entire body began convulsing violently.

"Fu.u.u.ck... Oh... Fu.u.u.k... Da.a.a.dy... Yess.ss.sss," She managed to exclaim through gritted teeth.

For the next several moments, Chani just lay there in my arms. Her breathing slowed. Her body relaxed. And she started getting goose flesh on her arms and shoulders as her body became aware of her nakedness in the cool bedroom.

For my part, I was in awe. I had just had my first sexual encounter with my own daughter. I mean sure, we had made-out a few times already over the past week. And, sure, my cock never left the confines of my pants. Even so, there was no question that this was a full-on sexual encounter, and it seemed very, very likely that it would not be the last.

Eventually, Chani began to stir, and rolled toward me, burrowing deeper into my embrace. As she did, her thigh brushed the obvious bulge in my trousers.

Realizing what it was, Chani tittered a sleepy little laugh and reached out to tentatively touch said bulge.

"Daddy, I'm sorry. I've been so selfish," my daughter's words were sincere but also betrayed the fact that she was barely able to keep herself from drifting off to sleep.

My cock lept in its prison of cloth at her gentle and timid touch. Meanwhile, it screamed at me, "Let me out! Let me have her! I need it! I deserve it!"

Sigh. I wanted to acquiesce to my baser needs. In fact, show me a man who has had my night and wouldn't give in. But I managed to overrule my "little brain."

I don't know if it was my iron will or the fact that I'm middle age and had already had sex just a couple hours prior (it was the latter, let's be honest), but I decided to refrain. I wanted Chani's first experience with me to be about her pleasure, and we had accomplished that.

"Thank you, Sweetheart. I appreciate your concern, but I want tonight to be about you. It's late, and we're both tired. And don't worry, I'll make sure to get mine next time," I finished with a playful tone in my voice.

"Next time?" Chani asked as she cooed and snuggled a little deeper, planting a gentle kiss on my chest. "I hope 'next time' comes soon? Very, very soon."

"It will be, Love," I replied as I untangled myself from her embrace and extricated myself from her bed.

Then, after covering her up and tucking her in, I wished her goodnight, leaned down, and kissed her, gently, lovingly, and romantically on her lips.

She returned my kiss and even used her tongue to lick my lips in a lazy, sensual, and gentle way. "Goodnight... 'boyfriend Daddy.'" She smiled contentedly, snuggled into her blankets, and, as far as I could tell, drifted off to sleep.

I left Chani's bedroom, closing the door behind me, and turned to head down the hall to my own room. I stopped in my tracks, though, because, to my complete horror, there was light coming from underneath my bedroom door.

Marsha was up.

The funny thing was though that I terrified as I should have been, my emotional reaction was brief and weak. I'd already had several of these "scares," and they were losing their impact.

I could sit here in existential dread, or I could just go to my room. Chani's second orgasm was kinda loud. Maybe it woke Marsha. Maybe she had no idea what had been going on. Maybe she was startled awake and not know what it was, decided to go pee, and was just now heading back to bed.