by Jen Eastwood
HYPNO STUD 2
by
Jen Eastwood
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HYPNO STUD 2
It took a little getting used to, but my control of Bridgette had kept me entertained at night for just over a month. I ordered her to learn a few new tricks while I was at it. During the whole ordeal, I far preferred to fuck her with the glasses on. But like all good lays, you eventually get tired of a nightly routine.
As soon as Bridgette's gimmick lost its magic, I went hunting. I decided to keep her under my control in case the urge hit for some fun with the nerdy library assistant. However, I had a college campus full of candidates. Why limit myself to one good fuck when there were potentially thousands walking about?
I continued my experiments with the mind control trick at the same time. My grades shot up, but not from studying harder. I even managed to snag a few cases of beer for the low, low price of free. But complimentary booze and a better GPA weren't my endgame.
My last class of the day had let out a few minutes early that afternoon. I was walking back to my house near campus when I noticed a nice ass trotting along in yoga pants. Her back was turned to me and she moved quickly. I jogged to catch up.
I came up from behind and asked, “Can you tell me what time it is?”
A vision of sweetness turned and pulled her phone out. “Five o’clock.”
Jogging backwards, I put myself directly in her path and stopped her with my hands on her shoulders. I stared her in the eyes as she recoiled. I leaned forward and whistled the C note before she could turn away.
Do as I will it be, for it is service I call you to. The girl's eyes went dull as she asked, “Is there anything else you need?”
I put myself back in a normal posture and let her shoulders go. “Your name, first of all.”
“Dawn Sommers.”
“Could we go somewhere more private?”
Her eyes took on a normal shine again. “That's up to you.”
“Follow me.”
We made our way to the closest building, the fine arts center for the campus. We ducked into a side hallway with no lights on. Dawn obediently stopped when I did and faced me.
“Dawn, could you do something for me tonight?” I tore the corner off of my notes from class and began scribbling my address.
“Anything. Just name it.”
I had to call Bridgette and get her away from my place. I knew I had control, but jealousy between pets was a boundary I wasn't ready to test. I finished the note and passed it to Dawn. “Knock on the front door of this house in about an hour.”
“And then what?”
It was hard not to start fucking her in the hallway, but I had to refrain. “I'll tell you when you get there.”
Bridgette was gone by the time I made it home. The first night at her place in more than a month might have done her some good. I grabbed a quick bite to eat and watched the clock tick down to five after six, exactly one hour after giving Dawn the instructions.
I went out on the porch a minute early and tried to greet Dawn. She acted as if I didn't exist, walking straight past me and giving the door a knock. The mindlessness of those under my control wasn't new to me at that point, but I didn't know it was so powerful until then.
Dawn turned to me and asked, “So what should I do now?”
“Step inside, and my name's Trent.”
Once in the living room, I placed a hand on Dawn's back and guided her to the bathroom. I turned the shower on and waited for the steam to begin rising from behind the curtain. She tapped on my shoulder. “Should I step out now?”
“No. It's for both of us. Take your clothes off and get in.”
We stripped on the spot. Everything about Dawn checked out in spades, except for her pubic hair. I had always been partial to a full shave, or at least a neat trim. Dawn, however, had a bird's nest.
I grabbed my razor, clippers, and shaving cream as she stepped in. When I followed, Dawn had already started wetting her hair. I let her lather it up and rinse it out before saying, “Stop and let me help.”
She stood before me, her luxurious breasts staring at me through the mist. I took hold of the girly-scented body wash I had gotten for Bridgette. The generous amount I squeezed out dripped off of the loofah.
“Let's switch sides.” Dawn let her entire full-frontal nudity slide against my body as she made her way to the back of the tub. I gently pressed her shoulders against the wall. The first streams of lather trickled down her body.
I took the opportunity to do a full exploration of my new territory. Before I conquered it, I had to know the terrain, at least. The only obstacle left to full domination was the removal of that jungle.
Dawn's body tried to slip away from me as I pressed into her, guiding her lips into mine with a finger on her chin. She knew what I wanted already, taking hold of my shaft. But first, we had a bit of landscaping to do.
I stepped back, reached down, and buzzed the clippers to life. Lush clumps of bush fell to the bottom of the tub. I knew better than to try shaving it at full length. Even I wasn't that cruel and demeaning, whether the girl was my mind slave or not.
“Spread 'em,” I ordered. Dawn propped one foot on the edge of the tub, giving me free access as I knelt down and peeled away the first strip down the center of her mound. The rest of her triangle slid away in just a few more strokes.
The hair around her pussy itself proved a bit more tricky. I got a damn good view of every feature as I trimmed my way through, taking care to get every single hair. Within minutes, I had her muff bare as the desert and slicker than a glass marble.
I had already done my sexy shower session with Bridgette that morning, but I was up for another fun scrubbing. I rinsed the loofah and put a modest amount of my body wash on it. I handed it to Dawn and said, “Now it's your turn. Do me.”
Dawn pressed her breasts into my back, running both hands on a full circuit of the front of my body. She didn't take extra time between my legs, having not been ordered to. When she made her way to my back, she turned me around, letting my cock slip in the small, open triangle between her thighs and pussy.
I let her motions slip her skin against my dick, feeling almost as good as sex itself. When Dawn finished, I pressed her against the wall once more. “You look like you need a good fucking.”
Her blue eyes relaxed as she draped her arms over my shoulders. “You're right. I do.”
“And you need a hard one at that.”
Dawn tried to position herself so I could enter. “You'd do that for me?”
I propped my tip against her entrance. Dawn smiled as soon as she felt it. I pulled back, only to be met with a pout.
“Let's get out and dry off,” I said, trying my hardest not to start fucking her anyway.
Dawn's lack of formality compared to Bridgette clued me in to the role of the subject's personality in her response. She exited without saying a word, wrapping a towel around herself
and bundling her hair in another. She glanced over at me as I wrapped my own body. “That was mean, Trent.”
I liked the change in attitude the new pet brought with her. “If I wanted to be mean, I wouldn't have sex with you at all tonight.”
“But I thought that's what you wanted to do.” Dawn stepped closer and looked up at my face. “Why else would you shave my pussy?”
I caressed her on the arm and said, “I guess that's for you to figure out.”
As I walked past, I heard her slam the door behind me and shout, “Meanie!”
As the night wore on, I found myself with a subject in need of discipline. Unlike Bridgette's subservient attitude, Dawn took her own interpretation of my orders. By the time her hair had dried completely and I had ordered her to put her underwear back on, my hand was raw from the fun rounds of spankings for her slight signs of rebellion.
It started off with her taking a seat on the floor when I commanded her to sit. She proceeded to take my first spanking, which she followed up by asking for another. By the time her inability to follow anything but detailed orders started to wear on me, my palms and her ass cheeks were red.
“Dawn, you've got to think about what I want when I give you an order.”
“But you told me to do that.” I tried to be easy as I pushed her off of me. I had to wonder if I was dealing with a ditz, or if Dawn was actually trying to resist.
“When I said sit a little closer, I didn't mean sit in my lap.”
She smiled as her ass hit the cushions. “You should have been more specific.”
Another spanking seemed too painful for myself at that point. “From now on, follow any orders I give you like a normal person. Don't assume I mean 'do that, right there' or take things too literally. Got it?” I expected any order for her to play with my dick to involve dolls or sock puppets.
Dawn got down on all fours, leaning her face into my shoulder. “Are you that disappointed with me, Trent? I'm trying to do what you tell me.”
“Then prove it.”
She couldn't have looked more confused if she tried. “How?”
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
I caught a small glimmer of regret in Dawn's eyes for a brief moment. “Yeah. Clay's always been happy with me.”
It wasn't my intention to steal another guy's girl, but it did have its appeal. “Then show me a better time than you've ever shown him.”
“You mean by having sex, right?”
I nodded. The question of whether she wanted to defy me or if she was just an airhead still hovered in the air.
Dawn inched forward, letting a hand rest between my legs. She rolled over and asked, “Do you want to get right down to it, or fool around first?”
A little foreplay had its merits, but stealing Dawn from some douche named Clay had me rearing up and ready to go. I grabbed her by the hand and ordered, “Follow me.”
We rushed to the tiny bed. I couldn’t tell if she was wanting it that badly or just in a hurry, but I didn’t care one way or the other. I lost my breath as Dawn flung me by the arm into the comforter, and then gasped in amazement as she straddled my crotch.
Her fingers immediately went to work on my boxers, tearing the button open and ripping them down with enough force to give me a friction burn. I snatched the straps of her bra and sat up, pulling them off her shoulders. I flipped the three clasps behind her back and pushed Dawn’s arms, sending her into mattress on the other end of the bed.
I had her pinned, and I couldn’t help but stare at the bounty underneath me. I fought to get a verbal idea across, finally saying. “I didn't think you'd be so eager.”
Dawn tilted her head and cupped a breast. I loosened my hold on her and as a silky hand grabbed onto my staff. “Am I still messing up?”
I couldn't lie to the poor girl. Dawn was meeting every expectation then. I leaned down to mouth her neck, stopping long enough to say, “No, just keep doing what you're doing.”
Her fingers tightened around my dick, pulling it closer to the ultimate goal. I could feel Dawn move her other hand and lift her ass up to push the panties down her thighs. I slipped my own underwear down, kicking them free to land who knows where.
I caught my breath and took a second look at the newly-shaved pussy that seemed ready to go. Just the heat of it sparked a reaction in my head. As I moved in for the kill, Dawn forced me back into the bed once more.
She looked down with an ear-to-ear smile, caressed my dick and gave it a lingering stroke. I felt the soft cushion of her lips as they wrapped around the head. She eased herself back to lie on her stomach and took my entire length in one fluid motion.
I was near Elysium, savoring the feeling of Dawn’s tongue. It massaged the entire plane of my cock on her way down. She had taken more than she could manage to hold in. I felt her fight a gag reflex, following her orders to go above and beyond with gusto.
Dawn pulled her head up, curling her fingers around my shaft. “You’re longer than my boyfriend. Doing that to him was never a problem.”
My hands sifted through her hair in approval. I lowered her head ever so slightly, trying to encourage another round of that wonderful madness. “There's not a man on earth who wouldn't feel good hearing that.”
“Really?” She grinned and took my member back in another oral embrace, shifting her shoulders and neck with each new blow. I rubbed the back of her neck with a couple of fingers, trying to slow Dawn's efforts before she could finish me off too early.
Dawn pulled herself up, letting her hands run up my torso until they rested on my shoulders. “Do you want to see what else I do for Clay?” She pulled her hands down to cup her breasts and push them into me. “I promise he likes it.”
“What happens if I appreciate it more?”
She turned her body around and fell into the mattress. It was all I could do not to faint when I saw that perfect ass arch up as she bounced. Her hands snaked down her sides as she asked, “Are you fucking me, or should I go back to him?”
I stood on the floor and grabbed her thighs, pulling her pussy just beyond the edge of the mattress. The wetness of it was beyond capacity already. I spat on my palm, mixing my spit with hers in a final preparation.
Dawn latched on to the bed when I used my tip to knock on the door to Heaven. The way her back arched sent the blood surging for that extra little bit of hardness. Not wanting to keep my new conquest waiting, I leaned in, sliding myself into her supple passage.
Dawn wrapped her legs and planted her feet into my back. It urged me deeper inside as she whimpered in the utmost delight. I pressed a hand on her back for a bit of extra control.
I pulled myself out a bit, but Dawn tightened her calves. The soles of her feet pushed hard against the middle of my back, drawing me back in. Her eyes closed and she said, “I think you like me after all.” I overpowered her attempt to hold me captive inside her pussy, then pushed back in like the fist of an angry god. “Oh fuck, yes! Keep going.”
My dick threatened to go off already. The urge to just let go and come already gnawed at my head, but I wasn't ready to give in yet.. I grabbed Dawn's thigh, turning her on her side for clear access to the swelling nub between her lower lips.
Rooted deep within Dawn’s throbbing walls, I gave myself a break to work her magic button. I couldn't tell if she was trying to finish me off as soon as possible, but she was doing a damn fine job of it.
Dawn’s body quivered with each tap of her clit. She curled her torso, grabbing my waist to pull me even deeper. I gave her pearl the full effort, feeling her pussy tremble around my length.
Her voice cracked out. “I’m gonna come, fuck!”
I gave her clit a light slap as she tensed up in preparation. Dawn's entire body contracted, her screams trying to escape through clenched teeth. I kept going as her voice grew higher.
Dawn's orgasm crashed through her entire body. She writhed as I pulled myself out, her throat whimpering with each shock. I fell into the bed beside her and lightly
gripped her throat.
She hadn't quite come to her senses yet when I asked, “Does your boyfriend do that for you?”
Dawn’s lips curled in a smile after a few seconds. She opened her eyes and caught her breath before kissing me. Pulling her mouth away and snuggling up, she said, “He used to, but it's been a while.”
“Maybe I could convince you to do this again. I have that effect on people.” I wrapped an arm around her back and straddled myself between her legs, tightening the vice on her throat. Her pussy was already begging for another spin.
I pushed back in, gripping her neck a slight bit harder as I felt her vocal cords vibrate. Dawn forced me deeper with a shift of her hips. I rolled over on top of her and said, “You have to come in a minute, otherwise, you won't get to a second time.”
The order took hold as I felt a hand running down between her legs. “How hard do you want me to come?”
“Fucking hard.” My cock drove into her slit repeatedly. Dawn's screaming picked up the pace as the wetness made her pussy lose all resistance.
She tensed up again. Her pussy's wetness spilled out as I plundered what belonged to another man. She arched up and bit my ear, then between groans managed to whisper, “Will you come with me next time?” I pushed in again, trying my hardest to split her like firewood. “Please?”
I didn't bother responding, battering her with my engorged shaft. Dawn tried to say something else, never getting it out. With a hard drive deep into her territory, I forced her over the edge again, causing her to part the clouds with a blast of screams.
Dawn came hard, giving me the chance to slip away and lie down on my back. She shook as she tried to crawl on top of me. I pulled her up by the shoulder, the look on her face all smiles.
She paused as soon as I felt her hole swallow my tip. She stared down at me, smirking like a jackal as she wiggled her hips, slowly riding her way down my length. “Did I do what you asked?”
I saw her hand reaching back down, her fingers working away at the hood over her clit. I grinned and took a firm hold of the legs to each side of my own. “Can you make me come that hard?”