Is this wrong? Iâve been trying to decide if it is, and I canât decide.
Iâve been using hypnosis to sleep with women. Maybe hypnosis isnât the
right word ö maybe itâs just persuasion. Iâm not sure about the technical
stuff. I donât use a gold watch on a chain or anything like that. I just
maintain eye contact, speak in a steady, almost monotone, tone of voice,
and after a while of doing this, I start making suggestions.
The first time I did this was back in October. I was in a real dry spell ö
I hadnât had any sex in months and I had no prospects. I was out at a bar
one night and started talking to this hot blond. She was about 5â4ä, nice
big tits and a thick, athletic body. Her name was Sheila and she was a
pretty cool girl. I could see the two of us going out. But for some reason,
I was impatient that night. I didnât want to exchange phone numbers, or
wait to go out with her some other time. I was sitting there talking to her
and something inside me just said, ãtry it.ä So I made a point of looking
right into her hazel eyes and using that tone of voice whenever I was
telling her a little story or talking about my job or whatever.
It seemed like it was working. She looked more and more comfortable the
more I spoke. I could see her shoulders relax as I looked into her eyes and
used that tone of voice. After a while, it seemed like she wanted me to
keep talking that way, like she wanted to let go and have me take over.
I was a little nervous about how I would test it out so that I would know
for sure that it was working. I didnât want to go too far and mess it up,
but I also wanted to prove that I was on to something. We had been talking
for an hour or two, and I was pretty sure that we would hook up, at least
make out a little, with or without the hypnosis. So I wanted to suggest
something a little more daring than just kissing.
We were sitting at the bar, at the short side of an L-shaped bar. There
were people along the other side of the bar, and every now and again,
people would walk into the little area behind us to fill up a bowl of
popcorn from the machine. We were by ourselves for the most part, but not
completely out of sight.
I looked into Sheilaâs eyes and started talking about some book I was
reading. In the middle of a sentence, I stopped talking but continued
looking into her eyes. She didnât look away, and she had this completely
patient look on her face. I think she would have stayed completely still if
I had just sat and kept gazing at her like that.
But I didnât want her to sit completely still. I said to her, ãSheila, Iâd
like you to do something.ä No reaction, just that same patient look. ãIâd
like you to put your hand on my crotch.ä
She didnât even hesitate. In a smooth motion, and subtle enough that the
people on the other side of the bar didnât even notice her doing it, she
moved her hand quickly along the inside of my thigh and let it rest on my
crotch. It was a great touch, warm and firm. Her expression never changed.
My mind started racing, but I kept it together. Still looking into her
eyes, I said, ãThank you. Thatâs enough for now.ä She smiled a little at
that and took her hand back. I broke off my gaze and watched her out of the
corner of my eye. She had that same little smile and a content look on her
face. She seemed like she was OK, or even relieved, about what was
happening.
I didnât waste any more time. I looked at her and said, ãSheila, letâs
leave the bar now.ä She smiled that little smile and stood up. I touched
her arm and guided her out of the bar.
We walked towards my place, but I wanted something different than my
apartment. A block or two from the bar was a small, dark parking lot. There
were only two or three cars there and I guided Sheila into the lot and
behind an older model SUV. A streetlight gave us enough light to see each
other, but we werenât directly in the pool of light. We couldnât be seen
from the street, but if anyone came into the lot, weâd be seen for sure.
I positioned Sheila in front of me and leaned against the SUV. ãSheila, I
want you to unbutton your sweater.ä Smiling, she did so immediately. The
three buttons were undone and her sweater was open before I knew it. The
sight of her white lace bra and her full tits got some blood flowing down
below for me. I started to make up my mind about what I wanted her to do.
ãTake off your bra,ä I told her. She slid her sweater off and unhooked her
bra. Her tits were round and her nipples were large. I was getting more and
more excited, but I stayed in control. ãUnbutton your jeans and slide them
down, but donât take them off.ä She did all this without ever breaking eye
contact. She wanted that contact, wanted me to be in control.
Before I said anything else, I reached in front of me and felt her breasts.
I moved my hands along the underside, followed the rounded slope up towards
the top, and then moved my palms over the front of them. I used my thumbs
to stroke her nipples and felt them get hard under my touch. She opened her
mouth a little and let out a little gasp.
ãNot too loud,ä I said. ãWe donât want the neighbors coming down here.ä She
nodded and kept looking up at me. ãNow, take your hand and move it down
into your panties.ä She did so right away and let out another little gasp.
I moved my hands to my own pants and unzipped, getting ready. I told Sheila
to masturbate and her hand started moving. I leaned against the truck and
watched. I had just told a half-naked woman to jerk off in front of me in a
dark parking lot. And she did.
Her hand moved slow at first, stretching the fabric of her panties. She
rubbed up and down her pussy, looking at me the whole time. She was
breathing heavier and faster. After a couple of minutes, I reached over and
slid her panties down so that I could get a better look. She was sliding
her middle finger along the length of her slit while her other fingers
touched the lips. I had to remind myself to look into her eyes every so
often. I didnât want to break the connection.
She spoke. ãTouch my breasts again.ä I thought about making her say
ãplease,ä but I didnât bother. I caressed her tits as she started moving
her hand faster. I told her to put her finger in her pussy, and her eyelids
fluttered as she did. She moved her finger in and out and I could see that
she was rubbing her clit with her thumb. Then, I told her to take her
finger out and put it in her mouth. She hesitated for a second, but then
she did and moaned as she did it. I took her hand and put the same finger
in my mouth, keeping the eye contact. I sucked her finger for a second and
then moved her hand back to her pussy. She looked like she was getting
close to ecstasy.
I pulled my dick out of my pants and put her free hand on it. She moved the
tips of her fingers up and down the hard shaft, and she rubbed her clit
faster and faster.
ãAre you going to cum?ä I asked. She nodded while her lips quivered. ãNot
yet,ä I said and she eased up on her rubbing. ãPut my dick in your mouth.ä
She crouched down immediately and her mouth was on me before I could catch
my breath. She pressed her tongue against my dick as she moved her head up
and down. I was pretty close to cumming myself. She was cupping my balls
with her hand while she blew me. I hadnât even asked her to do that.
I pulled her head off my dick and stood her up. I turned her around and
told her to lean forward, against the truck. I dropped my pants down,
grabbed my dick and guided it towards her pussy. I moved my head next to
hers, spoke into her ear, and put my dick on her pussy lips. I said to her,
ãYou can cum anytime now,ä and slid my dick in. She was so wet that I went
right in, and so hot that my penis felt like it was burning. She was
moaning low, deep in her throat and I think she came as soon as her pussy
muscles wrapped around my cock.
I didnât take much longer. I grabbed her hips and thrusted hard and fast.
Her pussy felt so good that I couldnât hold out. The moist, warm pressure
surrounding my cock was bringing on my orgasm. At the last second, I pulled
out and a shot a load of cream onto her round, white ass. I think she would
have stood there like that, bent over, hands on the truck, if I hadnât told
her to go ahead and stand up. I told her she could use her panties to clean
herself up.
The panties went in the dumpster and I walked her home. Iâm pretty sure she
liked the experience, even if I did manipulate her into it. And itâs not
like I did anything to humiliate her. So, if she liked it, and I liked it,
that leads me back to my original question. Is this wrong?
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