#hypnofucking
“That’s it, sweetie. Just watch that bounce for me, up and down. Up and down. Just keep watching those big, beautiful asscheeks jiggle while your mind drifts deeper into the warm, wet pleasure and your cock throbs harder and harder. You like being fucked like this, don’t you? No thrusting, no bucking… you can just lie back and let everything but that stiff, aching dick of yours go limp with ecstasy while your eyes focus on my ass and your thoughts melt away into sleepy bliss. That’s a good boy. That’s a drowsy boy. You know you can be deep asleep and still fuck me when you’re like this, and it feels so very nice.
“You wanted to watch my ass like this, didn’t you? Of course you did. I could tell. Every time I turned around, I saw your eyes on me. You always looked so confused whenever I caught your gaze, you know that? It’s because you lost yourself staring at my soft, plump, jiggling asscheeks and forgot anything else in the world even existed, and when I turned around it always took you just a second or two to remember where you were and who you were. That was when I knew you were just the perfect horny boy for me. When I saw that my curvy ass truly mesmerized you. Not just turned you on, not just made your pretty cock so hard for me, but really truly hypnotized you.
"You don’t remember what happened after the restaurant, do you? Of course you don’t. You don’t even know what’s happening to you right now. You’re so deeply fascinated by my bouncing, jiggling butt and the deep pleasure of my pussy clenching around your aching cock that you’re not even really listening to my words. You’re just responding automatically, agreeing with anything I tell you. I could make you think we’ve been married for years, and you’ve always been my mindless obedient ass slave if I wanted. I could make you think your fucking name was ‘Ass Slave’, and you’d answer to it, wouldn’t you? That’s right, baby doll. ‘Yes’ is always the right answer for Mistress.
"But I want you to know the truth. I want you to know just how weak you were, how easy it was for my ass to hypnotize you and enslave you to my will. I followed you out of the restaurant, and when I saw that moment of hesitation–were you trying to remember where you parked? Thinking about the drive home? It doesn’t really matter. You were confused for just a moment about what to do next, and when I walked past you, that hard cock of yours locked onto the motion of my ass under my skirt–side to side, bouncing with every step–and tugged you forward. You walked behind me without even thinking. All you wanted to do was keep watching my swaying, jiggling butt.
"By the time we got back to my apartment, you were utterly lost. You followed me right up the stairs, right through the door, right into my bedroom. As long as I kept shaking that plump, curvy ass, you didn’t think at all, did you? No, of course not. You just stared and sank and let your drowsy mind sleep in my will. You obeyed perfectly when I told you to get naked and lie on the bed. And now… oh, sweetie, you’re never getting away. I’m going to keep hypnotizing you with my asscheeks while I fuck you until you’ll do anything to cum, and cumming will only take you deeper into my power. You belong to my ass now, darling. And doesn’t that feel so good? That’s right. That’s a good boy. That’s my good boy, now. Good, good ass slave. And deeper.”
There comes a point, in every really spectacular fuck, when the brain simply… shuts down. The frontal lobe gets overwhelmed by the sheer amount of sensory information coming in, and the oldest, most primal structures devoted to reproduction take over. The conscious mind collapses in on itself, and critical thought becomes genuinely impossible as the approach of orgasm becomes a singular, inescapable focus. In those moments of helpless ecstasy, someone can be made so desperate for more pleasure that they’ll do anything… absolutely anything… to get it. Arabella rarely reached that point with any of her lovers, and when she did they’d usually reached that same state of urgent abandon themselves. She was slowly, sluggishly realizing what a good thing that was.
Because Carlo, well… Carlo knew just how to fuck her like that. He had a nice long cock, sure, but it was more than that–he had technique behind his thrusts. Every time his light brown penis disappeared into the puffy pink folds of her soaking cunt, he seemed to hit some new and wonderful spot that drove Arabella to new heights of pleasure, and it was never long before her body lit up all over with thrumming ecstasy that made her acutely aware of her quaking tits and tingling clit and the heavy fog of lust that was making her brain slow and stupid. Even when she came, and oh god did she cum hard when Carlo fucked her, it never satisfied that need. Her lizard brain always craved more.
And Carlo knew what was happening to her. And he… oh, fuck, he had so much stamina. So much self-control. Long after Arabella reached the point where her thoughts slowed down and her eyes rolled back into her head and her cunt clenched relentlessly around Carlo’s cock in a desperate attempt to milk his heavy balls, he was still smiling down at her with that playfully sadistic expression on his handsome face and talking to her in complete sentences that she could only reply to in grunts and moans. Arabella always came out of that slutty, submissive headspace a little bit embarrassed by how easily she succumbed to the thick fog of arousal in her brain, and resolving to hold together a little more willpower the next time they hooked up. Or if she couldn’t, to maybe find someone a little less dominant for her next fuckbuddy.
It never worked. Every time Carlo texted her, even with the most inane and obvious ‘u up?’ message that was obviously an invitation to sex, Arabella’s thoughts turned back to that warm, honeyed voice promising her more and more pleasure if only she would let her mind slide away into that sensual fog and open herself up to him. And even though she knew going back to him would only make the situation worse, her cunt throbbed in naked anticipation every single time until she couldn’t hold back any longer and she had to reply. She was just grateful that all he seemed to use his control for was getting Arabella to spread her legs for his hard cock.
Until the day she came over and found a few of his friends hanging out with him. And Arabella realized she wasn’t going to be able to get her slow, sluggish brain off the subject of sex until it finally shut down completely.
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