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Hypnotist Next Door Ch. 04 free porn video
Jeanette Wilson slammed the door when she got home and leaned against it for a long time, her mind racing, heart pounding. Bimbo top? What the hell is a bimbo top? she wondered feverishly.
‘Well, I’m sure as hell all wound up, that’s for sure,’ she sighed as she tried to get a grip on the situation. Dr. Morgan’s words rang clearly in her frenzied mind.
‘Now my little bimbo-top. I am about to spin you out my front door. You will not remember being hypnotized. You will remember everything else that’s happened to you here this morning, and each time you think about it…about Lonnie’s big, hard cock being shoved down your throat…about how it felt when he fucked you senseless with that big, black, ..about eating his cum from my pussy. Each of those thoughts will make you wetter, hornier, more desperate for release.’
Then she’d fingered Jeanette right to the brink of orgasm and sent her home with a powerful post-hypnotic suggestion. Now Jeanette was breathing as if she’d run the hundred yard dash. She wondered if this is what being on speed felt like. No, speed probably didn’t make you cream your panties and want to hump the couch.
She decided to take a shower to try to wash off some of the sweat and cum from having been given to Dr. Morgan’s attorney like a cheap whore. As she undressed, she admired herself in the mirror. At 38, she was no spring chicken, but she still had a voluptuous figure. Large but firm thighs, broad womanly hips, a flat stomach and full soft 38C breasts with only a hint of sag, capped by dark nipples that stood out like pencil erasers. She’d never considered herself a stunning beauty but her Mediterranean features, dark eyes, high cheekbones, broad jawline and long, dark hair gave her the allure of a mature woman. A ‘MILF’ Ben had called her.
The memory of having been tricked into having sex with her son and his best friend just last night sent another thrill through her core and she felt the moisture trickle down her thighs. She remembered how much Ben and her son Mark had loved her ass, and she couldn’t resist doing a turn in the mirror to try to see it from their perspective. She’d always been a little self-conscious about her size 44′ hips and a big round bottom. But apparently her son Mark loved looking at it. And these days, groping it. And letting his buddy fuck it, while she was in a hypnotic trance, unable to resist.
‘My God, did I really let those boys use me like that?’ she wondered out loud. ‘What a tramp, I’ve become! I just wish I could remember what actually happened. Not that it would do me any good at this point, it would just make me hornier.
She stepped into the shower and lost herself in the sensation of the hot water pelting her sensitive skin. Soon, her mind wandered backward to the surreal events of the morning. One minute, she was humming as Mark filled her mouth with his cum, the next she was next door and reeling as Dr. Morgan slapped her face in rage. She moaned and groped her breasts as the memory of Dr. Morgan humping her face came rushing back.
Then she gasped as the memory of Lonnie Evans big, black cock slamming into her pussy. inflamed her sex and made her lower lips hungry for more. She lathered up her hands and slid them slowly over her clit and into her pussy. She moaned deeply and shoved three fingers as far into her burning cunt as she could. He had such a huge cock, and he fucked me like an animal. I came so hard I passed out! Oh GOD, it was so fucking hot!
Trying to recreate that exquisite feeling, she fucked herself so hard she almost pulled a muscle in her arms. Despite the intensity of her self-ministration, her efforts were woefully inadequate. All she was doing was stocking the fire. She stood under the hot water for almost an hour running her hands all over her ample curves, caressing her big firm thighs, squeezing her full round breasts, pinching her long dark nipples, all to no avail.
She finally gave up and stepped out of the shower, whining with frustration. DAMN that Doctor Morgan, I feel like I’m gonna scream if I don’t get some cock soon!’ She allowed herself a strangled scream of anger and frustration as she stormed out of the bathroom and got dressed.
Her mood dictated her attire. She put on a stretchy black top with lots of cleavage showing, a thong, dark nylons, and a miniskirt. At least the miniskirt, which barely reached mid-thigh, gave her easy access to her aching, steamy pussy. It gave anyone easy access to her pussy. Before she realized what she was doing, she had walked out the front door in search of a hunk. She yelped in shock and embarrassment at her shameless appearance, and dashed back in the house. She lay on the couch, fingering herself and pinching her nipples through the tight Lycra blouse.
Ohhhhh, damnit, I can’t believe this, I’m so horny I can’t fucking stand it!
‘Who does that bitch think she is, treating me like this?’ She cried out to the empty house.
She’s the shrink who helped my son get his grades up in school and helped me stop smoking…probably saved my stupid life. Why the hell couldn’t she have done it without turning me into a filthy tramp?
She reclined on the couch humping her hand, mulling over the events of the past few days. Had it only been a few days since Dr Morgan, her hypnotherapist had invited her son Mark into a smoking cessation session that ended with Jeanette on her knees sucking her son’s cock, then bent over the couch, coming like crazy as Mark fucked her brains out, with her therapist seated above them fucking herself with a dildo? Yes, that was just a couple of days ago, but it felt like ages.
And now, I’m all wound up…like a bimbo top whatever the hell that is, waiting for the next man I see…Oh God, what’s gonna happen? I was going to go shopping. I can’t go now, what if the next man I see is a cop and he pulls me over and I drop to my knees and rip my clothes off and beg him to fuck me right there on the hood of his squad car? Oh God, that would be so wild! Oh, and all the people watching, getting hard, getting wet, watching me spread-eagle on the hood getting fucked deep and hard…
‘Jesus, this is crazy, I can’t go on like this,’ she whimpered. ‘I don’t even remember the last time I was this horny. Oh wait a minute. Yes I do. Has it been that long?’
The memories of her teenage romance with Damien came seeping, then flooding back. They were young and madly in love. Married right out of high school, poor, but young and full of passion. Damien got a job as a mechanic at the local Chevy dealership. Often, he’d come home on his lunch break and fuck her right on the kitchen table, then they’d screw again right after dinner. She’d forgotten how hot they were for each other. What happened to them?
Mark happened. When she became pregnant at nineteen, it changed everything. Damien had to take a second job, he was never home, and she was suddenly a completely different woman. No longer a hot young bride, now a mother pouring her heart and soul into caring for her baby. They say the best form of birth control is having children. ‘It certainly worked for us’ she mused aloud.
As the years passed passion faded, and Jeanette’s naturally passive nature became more of a problem. Damien became more and more frustrated with her disinterest in trying to turn him on. ‘Less sex, more arguments. Fighting about Little League, about PTA, about money,’ she mused.
Then came the day she want to the dealership unannounced to visit her husband, now the sales manager. She walked in on him ‘negotiating’ with a young woman who wanted to buy more car than she could afford. She was negotiating on her knees with her husband’s cock deep in her mouth.
‘Oh well. I guess I can’t blame him really. He’d lost his wife a long time ago, really. All those years with me not paying attention to him, not wanting to start anything, I think now I know how he must have felt.’ She spread her legs wider and slid three
fingers into her pussy, recalling the horny scene in his office…the girl’s head bobbing up and down in Damien’s lap, the slurping, the moaning.
He must have been so frustrated, so hurt for so long. The realization hit her hard. Tears welled up and washed over her face. ‘And now he’s gone. And I’m alone and horny and having sex with our son! I’m just some psychotic psychiatrist’s sex toy! And now, here I am waiting for some stranger to show up so I can degrade myself even more. Jesus, can my life possibly get any worse?’
She almost jumped out of her skin when the doorbell rang. Her heart leaped and she was off the couch in an instant, stumbling toward the door. She took a moment to wipe her face and smooth out her hair as she slowed, wondering. Who could it be? It’s-Oh, God, it’s lunchtime, it could be anybody!
The doorbell rang again and she jumped at the sound. Her pussy had started creaming again and her nipples ached.
‘Bimbo top is right,’ she muttered to herself. ‘She couldn’t have gotten me more more wound up if she’d had three miles of string. Calm down, Jeanette, it probably isn’t even a man. Probably just some girl scouts selling cookies or something. God, I hope I don’t molest a girl scout. At this point, I’m capable of just about anything.’
She took a deep breath and opened the door. There stood Mitch Feingold, her neighbor from down the street. She gasped and covered her mouth in shock. Mitch was a slight man, about 5′ 10′ with a medium build, blonde hair, greenish eyes and a little paunch. Mitch and Marilyn had been friends with Damien and Jeanette for years. She hadn’t seen much of them since the divorce and Mitch was clearly worried about his friend.
‘Hi Jeanette! Mind if I come in,’ he asked cheerfully. ‘Hey are you okay? You look like you’ve been crying. Is this a bad time?’
‘No!’ she fairly shouted as she grabbed his arm and pulled him into the house. ‘I was um…I was just y’ know thinking. About the divorce and all. And I uh, I got– I get a little misty sometimes. Thinking about Mark. I mean Damien! Damien and Mark. Have a seat, here on the couch, would you like something to drink? Coffee? Coke? A glass of wine? Anything?’
‘Jeanette, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so…hyper. Are you sure you’re alright?’
‘Yes, yes, I’m fine, just a little anxious that’s all. Thinking about guys. My guys. you know and I..I just, y’know, I get a little worked up sometimes…here all by myself.’ She took a deep breath to calm her nerves. That reminded her how tight her stretchy little blouse was. She felt how hard her nipples were and saw Mitch’s eyes glance at her chest. He gulped and his face reddened.
‘You uh…dressed for a party or something, Jeanette? You look…terrific’
‘Thanks Mitch,’ she said with a beaming smile. ‘You’re a sight for sore eyes too. So, what brings you here in the middle of the day? Didja miss me?’ She was in full flirt mode now, doing her best to reel him in and put out the fire.
‘Well, I wanted–that is, Marilyn suggested– I stop by to see if you need anything. You know, since Damien left. She was thinking maybe you needed help with some honey-dos around the house and I have the day off so I figured I’d stop by and check on you.’
‘How sweet of you to think of me. As a matter of fact, Mitch,’ she purred, as she put her arms around his neck and stepped into him, ‘I do…need something very badly. You see, the reason I’m so worked up is..well I’m just so lonely, and soooo horny. I need you baby and I need you right now.’ She kissed him hard and thrust her tongue into his mouth. He moaned and started to pull her into him, then pushed her back.
‘Whoa, whoa hold—hold on Jeanette, I can’t do this! I don’t think Marilyn sent me over here to have sex with her best friend! I just…I can’t. Not that you’re not attractive or anything. You know, you’re a beautiful woman.’
She kissed him again crushing her breasts into his chest. This time the kiss held and he grabbed her and ran his hands down her back, over her hips and squeezed her ass.
Yeah, baby that’s it. Keep going! She reached down between them and felt his dick growing and stiffening in his slacks. He collected himself, broke off the embrace again, stepped back and took a deep breath.
‘No, no, this is not happening! Look Jeanette, I know you’re lonely and all and you..I mean, I’ve always thought of you as beautiful woman, but I can’t. I mean after all, I’m a deacon in the Church for cryin’ out loud. I can’t go around committing adultery, I just can’t!’
‘Deacon shmeacon.’ she snapped. ‘Don’t give me that crap, Mitch, I know you! You think I haven’t seen you sneaking peaks at my tits and ass all these years? And I know damn well your precious Marilyn is an ice queen! You get to fuck her once a month if you’re lucky. Besides,’ she purred, as she calmed down and put the honey back in her voice. ‘You’re obviously in need too.’ She pointed at his tented crotch and stepped closer, reaching out to massage his hard-on.
‘So quit being Mr. Goody two-shoes, and just give me..what..I.. need. Please Mitch.’ She stepped forward, took his face in her hands, and looked deep into his eyes. ‘Please, Mitch, I’m begging you. Please fuck me!’
Before he could utter another word, she unbuckled his belt, unzipped and tore open his pants, and dropped to her knees. She fished out his stiff cock and engulfed it in one swift, desperate movement.
Mitch moaned loudly as the last of his resistance melted away in the heat of Jeanette’s mouth. She stroked and sucked it, moaning with urgent desire and pure white-hot lust. Mitch started pumping slowly in and out, gently fucking her mouth. That just made her heart pound faster. Her pussy was drooling down her thighs now. She tasted pre-cum and decided to back off before he reached the point of no return. She released his cock and gave it a few gentle strokes, watching a large drop of clear fluid form on the head.
‘Come over here loverboy,’ she purred, as she stood up and walked backward, never letting go of her slick handle. She loved the way it felt, pulsing in her hand. The fact that she’d done that to him gave her a sense of power and added to the thrill of the moment. She laid back on the couch, raised her miniskirt up over her waist, pulled her panties aside and spread her legs wide. Mitch whistled in appreciation.
‘Give it to me baby!’ she hissed. ‘Fuck me hard. Right, fucking NOW.’
Mitch mounted her in seconds, driving his cock deep into her sopping wet cunt. She gasped and whined as she finally got what her body and soul had been burning for all morning. A hard cock buried deep in her pussy! She wrapped her legs around him as if to trap it deep inside. Already she was on the verge. She could feel her climax building.
Mitch buried his head in her hair and moaned loudly into her shoulder as her incredible pussy enveloped his manhood. He’d never experience such unbridled passion before. It was everything he’d ever dreamed of. He bit her shoulder and began thrusting deep into her, spearing her with his cock. Jeanette gasped with each thrust and started whispering nasty things in his ear, clawing at his back and fucking back against his thrusts.
She started to shudder and buck. Her legs thrashed and she started a long whining moan that grew steadily louder. Mitch felt her cunt tightening like a vise. For a moment he thought she might squeeze him out, so he fucked her harder, driving it back down balls deep into her pussy.
That set her off and Jeanette lost all control as she convulsed in an orgasm that wracked her body with such force she thought for a moment she might hurt herself or poor Mitch. Mitch was caught up in the wave and began to buck just as intently, growling into her neck. Another orgasmic tsunami rolled through her as she felt his cock explode and fill her with hot cum.
‘Oh Yess Mitch, you’re filling me up! Oh fuck yesss! Oh FUUUUCK!!’<
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As their tremors subsided, they lay still for a long while. No words were spoken as they recovered their senses. Jeanette felt a trickle down her bottom and realized she was about to overflow onto the couch.
‘Um…Mitch, honey. I think I might need a towel. Would you mind letting me up, I’ll be right back.’
‘No need, Jeanette. I’ve been trained to clean up my own messes,’ Mitch said quietly, as he began to rise.
‘Oh that’s sweet of you. They’re in the hall closet, you know where it is. Just…Oh! Ohhhhh..’
Mitch had dismounted and quickly slid down Jeanette’s body and spread her legs.
‘Oh, I see what you mean,’ she purred as she felt his tongue slide down the sopping crevice of her pussy and wriggle into the crack of her ass.
‘Mmmmm yes! Oh, Mitch that feels…soooo good’. She raised her bottom so he could work his tongue farther down. He licked all around her asshole, then slowly dragged his tongue upward and snaked it past her labia. She gasped and moaned as he gave her a slow, passionate tongue fucking, occasionally slurping as he sucked his own semen from her well-fucked pussy. She fondled her breasts and humped his face lewdly, savoring the wonderful sensation of having her lover clean her pussy. Then he slid his mouth upward, trapped her clitoris, and licked and sucked on it, humming with desire. Jeanette’s head thrashed backward and she grunted as another orgasm crashed through her. She rode it out, gushing into his mouth.
‘Oh…Oh my God, Mitch,’ she gasped as she caught her breath and relaxed into post-orgasmic bliss. ‘You know, Marilyn told me once that she had you trained to clean up your own messes, but I thought she was talking about the damn garage! Wow, I think I owe her dinner at the Cheesecake Factory,’ she chuckled. She looked down and noticed him wiping his cock and reaching for his handkerchief.
‘Hey wait a minute there neighbor,’ she grinned as she leaned forward and took hold of his slimy dick.
‘Fair is fair. Let me get that for you.’
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After Mitch left, Jeanette remembered the rest of Dr Morgan’s instructions. She wanted a report. Dealing with the hypnotist next door was the last thing she wanted to do right now, but she knew she had no choice. The report afterward was part of the same post hypnotic suggestion that made her seduce her friend in the first place. She could try to resist, but it was useless. Reluctantly, she picked up the phone and dialed Dr. Morgan’s house.
No answer. What a relief. She was about to leave a short, vague message when Dr. Morgan’s voice interrupted. The call had been forwarded to her cell.
‘Well, hello Jeanette, how nice to hear from you! And you have perfect timing, I just finished with a client and I have a few minutes before my next appointment. I expect you have good news?… Wonderful, tell me all about it, don’t leave anything out.’
Jeanette gave her all the raunchy details of how she’d seduced her best friend’s husband. She could hear Dr Morgan’s breathing change as she listened. The twisted bitch was getting off on it just as she had that morning, watching Lonnie humiliate her. Knowing Dr. Morgan was getting wet hearing about her sordid affair was both infuriating and exciting.
‘Well that’s it. So I’ve done what you wanted. Your little ‘bimbo top’ spun out of control and probably wrecked my best friend’s marriage.’
‘From what you’ve told me, it was bound to happen sooner or later. It’s probably a good thing he ran into you instead of some home-wrecking hussy. Anyway, don’t worry yourself about that. How do you feel?’
‘Well I….I hadn’t taken time to think about it, but I feel…pretty damn good. Maybe just because I’m not so horny anymore, but…it’s more than that.’
‘You feel more confident don’t you?’ Dr Morgan asserted.
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