Hypnotryst - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Hypnotryst - Part 2

... vigour as the heat of her narrative rises. TW) TW: What’s the woman doing? SR: Nothing. It looks like she’s passed out. Ryan pulls me back away from her and lifts my ankles over his shoulders. I look down and I see his cock for the first time, the head swollen and purple, twitching and throbbing against my open pussy-lips. I don’t know whether I’m ready or not, but I know I only have a few more seconds to decide. Ryan is stroking my breasts and lightly pinching the nipples; I can’t think straight and I’m having trouble focusing, but I know I want more control of the situation so I reach between my legs and grab his cock around the middle. Oh my God, it feels heavy … dangerous almost. So hard, and throbbing in my hand … I can almost feel his heartbeat in its veins. He pulls back to give me room to put it inside me, but I don’t want to yet; I just want to hold it and get used to the weight. I touch the end to my clitoris and a bolt of sensation – not entirely pleasant – makes me jerk and squeeze his cock. Ryan moans and tries to push it into my pussy, but I don’t have him in my entrance yet and he just skids off, the soft underside of his shaft gliding through my open lips and across my clitoris; this time it feels better and tingly sparks of pleasure fire off in my pussy. (EDIT: I’m going to have to remove this notation later, but right now I need to capture my own thoughts so I can refer back to them later with some objectivity. The sight of this beautiful woman in my ...

... consulting rooms, her breathing elevated and a light sheen of perspiration on her face, has begun to make me aroused as well. Susan’s legs are wide apart and her loose skirt is pooled in her lap so I can see all the way up the smooth flesh of her trim thighs to the pink lace of her panties. She has the two middle fingers between her lips, spreading herself so wide that I can see the soft pads of her outer labia – now pink and engorged – either side of the lacy gusset of her panties and plumped between the two outer fingers. Watching the shadow of her fingers moving beneath that sheer, pink fabric, I can see the moment she breaches her entrance and releases a soft moan in the middle of her narrative. The eroticism is beyond anything I have experienced in therapy … beyond anything that I could have been prepared for. In her hypnotic state, Susan is aware only of my voice and I know that I have the privacy to do as I please physically. In a moment of weakness I unzip my jeans and my own hand steals desperately into my panties, finding me every bit as wet and open as Susan. I continue listening to her … story? … confession? … timing the stokes of my own sex to those of the erotic, blonde vision in front of me. TW) SR: Ryan pulls back and I slide his length down through my open lips again, and this time the pleasure is the same but reversed, like the sound of a bow drawing backwards across a violin. His cock is all wet now and the feeling is different against me; I can feel the heat and ...