Case Study 301 Hypnotized is it fantasy or reality
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When we masturbate there is a little bit of us that drifts off into the unknown. As a young girl, my d***k father(Who had fallen asl**p) let me watch a porn movie, where a girl was passed around a large group of older men, and repeatedly ****d, over and over.
As I sat wide eyed and realised what my vagina was for, I found myself touching it repeatedly, as my father snored in his chair. I had made the connection between forcible sex, and passive sex, and the more I dwelt on it, I found I enjoyed having my **** fantasy.
A few years later as I went into a local toilet I was confronted by a man who grabbed me from behind, as I opened the cubical to the toilet. I was immediately in a real situation, that found me not struggling but actually getting sexually aroused.
I could smell him, such was my state of mind, and although he was trying to remove my clothing that barred him from my privates, I stood very still and passive, eyes closed as he pulled my panties down, he suddenly realized I was completely passive, then to his surprise, I reached behind myself and took hold of him and guided him into me.
I had completely turned the whole situation into a toilet sex between two strangers, and even as I got into the whole thing, he came inside me and fled, leaving me desperately masturbating myself, trying to complete the fantasy he had just started, and the thing is, I never saw he was, but many years later he contacted me anonymously, and reminded me of the night.
It was the kind of sex I found exciting and irresistible. At University I caught an Asian guy from India, jacking off in the communal kitchen, looking at a group of us girls who were chatting about sex.
He was considered the butt of their jokes and constantly teased cruelly. He was shy but horny, and blond girls sent him over the edge.
We had come back to the halls after a night out in town, and sat down to watch a TV movie, ‘I spit on your Grave’, and there was six of us, and him in the background, sitting quietly and watching. One of the girls called out to him to come over and fuck one of us, which was meant as a another put down joke, which caused a little consternation.
However as the girls retired, complaining how the movie was a big turn off, I was convinced they were retiring to their room for a little vib fun, the girl who called out to him had fallen asl**p, and soon it was only the three of us that were left in the room.
That’s when he was brave enough to come and join us, ‘Do you mind if I join you please’, was his introductory almost apologetic plea.
I was seated on a couch for two, and the other girl, was lying crashed out, and showing a lot of leg, and it was this that was turning him on. She was a racist bigot, who found darker skinned me revolting, and as an ironic twist, here she was, helpless and available to a man whom she thought worthless.
The thought sent my hormones into a tizzy, I was the very person he both fancied and provided a safety barrier for her, I was the one who was stopping him from taking her there and then.
I pointed to her sl**ping form, ‘Sit there, move her legs over a little’. There was a glint in his eyes as gingerly touched her ankles and fumbled as is touching something very precious.
‘Don’t be shy I said impatiently, she’s out cold’. The irony of the situation was killing me, I would take some photos and humiliate her, showing her expanse of nude legs over this Indian’s lap.
I got up and said I would be right back as I went for my camera, and as I made my way to my room, I could not help but feel he would be indecently touching her, and I could not get back quick enough.
When I did, he was sitting on the couch where I had been sitting. ‘You can’t sit there Sunshine’, I said, ‘you have to sit with her’.
I was angry and disappointed as if the opportunity was lost, but when he got up, lifted her legs and slid under them, the sight of her white panties, made me groan.
I raised my camera, and before any protestations, I took a photo. ‘Why do you take photo’, he asked me?
‘To teach her a lesson’, I replied, my voice was thick, and I walked over, reached down, and placed his hand on the bare thigh, inches from her panty line, ‘Just massage her here’, I said, and as I focused my camera, I saw his fingers touch her through her panties.
‘That’s good’, I encouraged him, and flashed another shot to disk. He was now touching her labia, and she was responding as her head moved as she was registering the messages from her clitoris, and her thighs moved, which caused him to look at me.
‘Don’t stop, she is cumming’, I said thickly, ‘keep rubbing her pussy’, I really was getting carried away.
He had lifted the elastic of her knickers to expose her pussy, and I watched in agony as his fingers dipped into her responsive juices now freely flowing from between her swollen labia.
He looked at me as I moved in closer for close up shots, and reached out and touched my breasts. My nipples were like pebbles and I let him fondle me, ‘Take her knickers off’, I said it aggressively and thickly.
Just watching him peel her undies down mid-thigh, made my bl**d run hot, the sight of him looking into her womanhood, something under normal conditions he would never have had a hope in hell of looking at, and yet, here were his brown fingers parting her moist lips, as she u*********sly wetted herself to his illicit fondling.
He lifted her legs high onto his shoulder until they lay across the back of the settee, and her bum and cooch were level with his zipper, now being peeled down to reveal his erection, as it sprang free, touched her pussy, the soft doorway into her very being, and now showing little clear dewdrops of clear liquid, a clear liquid that oiled his soon to be journey to her unyielding uterus.
‘Oh the joy’, my heart felt, as I looked into her beautiful face, with her racist brain and vile contempt for men such as him, now toying with her guilty cunt, enjoying his machinations, making her wet and wanton, if only she could see herself giving him her denied pleasure, she screamed no, as her body readied itself for his cock.
He was holding himself against her, and a close up of his brown thick Indian cock nestled between her swollen pink and white Labia. He moved easily as her wetness coated his despised cock, the tube leading to his seed at one end, and her cervix, deep inside her cunt at the other end, and the surrounding pleasure that would unwillingly massage and caress him to fertilize her eggs, apparently awaiting for white seed only.
I watched breathlessly as his hand left her thigh and gripped her hip, my eyes fell to her crotch and clearly saw his cock was inside her, humping her, his eyes were closed as he felt her inner heat grip him tight, he was fucking her, and in her d***ken stupor, she was enjoying him, I just kept clicking my camera, and left the lovers to enjoy each other.
When he pulled from her, he showed no seed, it was lying deep inside her doing its fertilizing thing. ‘Go shower’, I said calmly, ‘say noting of what happened here’.
He started to adjust his clothing, and I reminded him, ‘what you did was very wrong, she hates you, so say nothing’, I reminded him as he fled the room.
I re-adjusted her clothing and shook her awake, but that proved pointless as she was too far gone, so I managed to get her to her room and undressed her and put her to bed.
Four months later she announced her pregnancy, to all of us, by her cuckold boyfriend, no doubt its colour would put an end to that nonsense, as we would all have finished our courses and our Indian would be back home none the wiser he had just silenced his biggest detractor, by giving her a baby.
Of course through time, my photos would eventually tell the truth, but that is for another time perhaps, what do you think I should do with them?
Eisley
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