$name1 volunteers at a hypnosis show and finds the trance is real — she becomes a cock-hungry doll until the snap.
The theatre smelled of velvet and cheap wine. $name1 volunteered from the third row, thirty, curious, laughing — until the hypnotist’s pocket watch swung and something in her mind went soft and warm and obedient.
“When I say the word blossom,” he murmured for the audience, “you will feel only pleasure and follow simple commands. You will remember wanting this.”
He said blossom.
Heat flooded her cunt. Her nipples hardened under her blouse. She stood when told, walked center stage, and at his gesture hiked her skirt to show the audience her lace knickers already dark with wetness. Laughter and cheers. She should have been mortified. Instead she ached.
“On your knees. Open.”
A volunteer from the front row — a man who had paid for a special bit — stepped up. $name1 freed his cock and sucked him on stage like a trained slut, deep and wet, spit shining, while the audience howled. The trance kept shame far away; only hunger remained. He came on her tongue. She swallowed and showed the empty mouth on command.
Backstage between acts the hypnotist fucked her over a prop table — skirt up, knickers aside, cock slamming into her dripping cunt while she moaned blossom blossom blossom. He filled her. She walked back on for the finale with cum in her pussy and a vacant blissed smile, touching herself through her knickers when told, coming in front of two hundred people with a soft cry.
He snapped his fingers at the curtain. The trance lifted. Memory remained. $name1 flushed scarlet — and then, slowly, smiled. In the lobby she found him and pressed her hotel key into his palm.
“No watch next time,” she whispered. “I want to be awake when you ruin me.”
He didn’t let her rest. While she was still shaking he pushed two fingers back into her soaked cunt, curling them against the spot that made her vision blur, and rubbed her clit with his thumb until she came again with a broken cry. Juice ran down his wrist. She tasted herself when he pushed those fingers into her mouth and she sucked them clean like the greedy slut she had become for him in this moment.
$name1 rolled onto her stomach, arse raised, and begged without shame. He mounted her again, sliding into her dripping hole in one smooth thrust, and fucked her with long deep strokes that made the furniture creak. Her tits dragged on the sheets. She pushed back to meet every slap of his hips, moaning filthy encouragement — harder, deeper, use my cunt, fill me up, don’t you dare pull out.
Afterward she straddled his face and made him lick her clean, grinding her swollen pussy against his tongue until a smaller, sharper orgasm fluttered through her. She laughed breathlessly, kissed the mess on his mouth, and told him she wanted round two before the night was over. Her body still hummed. Her thighs were slick. She felt beautifully ruined and already hungry for more.
They cleaned up only enough to be decent, then he bent her over one last time and rubbed his half-hard cock through her cum-slick folds without entering, teasing her until she cursed and reached back to shove him inside herself. He laughed against her spine and gave her a dozen hard thrusts that left her whimpering and full again, a fresh trickle of cream sliding down her thigh when he finally stepped back.
He didn’t let her rest. While she was still shaking he pushed two fingers back into her soaked cunt, curling them against the spot that made her vision blur, and rubbed her clit with his thumb until she came again with a broken cry. Juice ran down his wrist. She tasted herself when he pushed those fingers into her mouth and she sucked them clean like the greedy slut she had become for him in this moment.
$name1 rolled onto her stomach, arse raised, and begged without shame. He mounted her again, sliding into her dripping hole in one smooth thrust, and fucked her with long deep strokes that made the furniture creak. Her tits dragged on the sheets. She pushed back to meet every slap of his hips, moaning filthy encouragement — harder, deeper, use my cunt, fill me up, don’t you dare pull out.
Afterward she straddled his face and made him lick her clean, grinding her swollen pussy against his tongue until a smaller, sharper orgasm fluttered through her. She laughed breathlessly, kissed the mess on his mouth, and told him she wanted round two before the night was over. Her body still hummed. Her thighs were slick. She felt beautifully ruined and already hungry for more.
They cleaned up only enough to be decent, then he bent her over one last time and rubbed his half-hard cock through her cum-slick folds without entering, teasing her until she cursed and reached back to shove him inside herself. He laughed against her spine and gave her a dozen hard thrusts that left her whimpering and full again, a fresh trickle of cream sliding down her thigh when he finally stepped back.
He didn’t let her rest. While she was still shaking he pushed two fingers back into her soaked cunt, curling them against the spot that made her vision blur, and rubbed her clit with his thumb until she came again with a broken cry. Juice ran down his wrist. She tasted herself when he pushed those fingers into her mouth and she sucked them clean like the greedy slut she had become for him in this moment.
