Hypnotryst - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Hypnotryst - Part 2

... just in time to witness Susan reaching her own climax. TW) SR: The sensations engulf me. Cock stretching my entrance, fingers on my clitoris and lips around my nipple all blend into one gigantic, blinding flash of ecstasy and suddenly my body is on autopilot. My hips are bucking against Ryan and my shoulders are writhing beneath the naked torso of the woman making me come, and still I have the presence of mind to suck her breast, drawing the nipple deep into my mouth and tonguing its hard point. My pussy feels like it explodes and it clamps down on Ryan’s cock. My thighs lock up and contract and I want to close them to concentrate the pressure in my pussy but I can’t; I just lock my heels behind him and drag him into the spasming, vicelike hold of my sex. Ryan stiffens and I can tell he’s coming too; his cock is actually vibrating as it pumps thick gouts of cum deep into my womanhood and that sets off another climax, this one concentrated way down where the tip of his cock is pressed into my cervix. (EDIT: The tape runs for about thirty seconds at this point while Susan comes in my consulting chair, her back arched and cords standing out on her neck while she thrusts onto the imagined cock in her pussy. TW) SR: When the orgasm retreats, my muscles relax and I release Ryan from between my legs. He slips out and the woman above me draws back and brings her lips to mine once again. We kiss deeply and I wonder how I ever mistook her cheeky, darting tongue for Ryan’s. She moves ...

... around beside me and I roll into her embrace, our breasts pressing softly into each other as we share the sweet afterglow of my climax. When I finally pull away from her lips, I look up and Ryan is gone, but I can still feel the warmth of his seed inside me, the only proof I have that he was ever there. TW: What did you do then? SR: I … I don’t know. It’s just … black. TW: Did you go home with Ryan? SR: Um … no. I went home alone. I think that was the last time we went out. TW: And the woman? SR: I don’t know. I haven’t even thought about her until now. TW: Susan, I’m going to count backwards from ten again. This time, when I reach one you’ll be awake and refreshed; and you’ll remember all of the things you just told me. Are you ready? SR: Yes. (EDIT: Playback terminated. TW) ~~~ That’s essentially the end of the session. Professionally speaking, I felt compromised after secretly masturbating in front of her and I was ill-equipped to continue counselling, except to make sure that she had fully recovered from the hypnotic state. I checked that she now remembered the events of that party from so long ago and asked her to consider whether those repressed memories trying to resurface could be causing her anxiety. She allowed that it was a distinct possibility and thanked me. She seemed distant and distracted – not anxious – but said she had a lot to think about. She said it cast a new light on her meeting with Anna. “The woman from kindergarten?” I asked. “Yes”, she responded. “And ...