Path: not-for-mail
From: Incest Man <incestman@graffiti.net>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.hetero,alt.sex.stories.d
Subject: "The Highway Hypnotist" (mf, mc, hyp, cons, mast) Part 2
Date: Sat, 13 Jan 2007 04:13:34 -0800
Organization: http://groups.google.com
Lines: 439
Message-ID: <1168690414.213222.170990@v45g2000cwv.googlegroups.com>
NNTP-Posting-Host: 86.57.167.105
Mime-Version: 1.0
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="koi8-r"
X-Trace: posting.google.com 1168690426 5813 127.0.0.1 (13 Jan 2007 12:13:46 GMT)
X-Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com
NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 13 Jan 2007 12:13:46 +0000 (UTC)
User-Agent: G2/1.0
X-HTTP-UserAgent: Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 6.0; Windows NT 5.1; SV1; iOpus-I-M),gzip(gfe),gzip(gfe)
Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com
Injection-Info: v45g2000cwv.googlegroups.com; posting-host=86.57.167.105; posting-account=6ttmXQ0AAAAqMfCVT-uT5GTcFQQNZsUC
===================
http://www.incesttabooo.com/hihy02.html
The Highway Hypnotist
Part 2
All this fun took up much of the remainder of that
afternoon's driving. I worked over and over on her open,
yielding mind, arranging several posthypnotic commands,
strengthening the amnesia I wished to impose, and so on.
Again and again I stressed my unbreakable, irresistible
power over her body and mind, and she willingly repeated
all the dogma with what looked like almost religious
fervor!
"Wake up now Rose," I finally said quietly. Her eyes
opened. She was intently staring down the highway as she
had been earlier, and she shook her head and rubbed her
eyes.
"Wow... have I... ahhh... did you...?"
"I'm tired of driving now, and I want to see how you do.
Feel good?"
"Oh, jeez, I feel great!" she enthused, stretching as far
as the auto would allow. Her breasts thrust upwards in my
peripheral vision.
"How good do you feel?"
"Just like a turtle!" came the response, followed
instantly by a giggle. "I meant, just like a turtle. I
don't know why I said 'turtle' when I meant to say
'turtle.'"
I did!
We swapped positions again, this time I was so sure of my
success that I relaxed into a heavy afternoon nap almost at
once.
I awoke with a start. The sunset was passing into
evening's quick desert darkness. The car hummed along. I
had become aware of a repetitive touch along my arm and
left hand. I had been asleep so deeply that I forgot what
was going on myself!
"Whzzat? Anything?" I mumbled drowsily, and then I heard
a low, crooning murmur from Rose.
"No, I'm fine, everything's fine we have an hour to go, you
get some rest, I'm driving fine, go on back to sleep
now..."
My right hand felt her fingers pressing warmly into my
palm, and I remembered what I had hoped would occur. I
snuggled around and feigned sleep. Momentarily things were
still, then, over the road hum and engine noise, her low
seductive crooning began anew.
"...Mmm yes... yesssss..." came the low hiss, "the strong
strong hands, mmm..." again my left hand was stroked and
clasped. "Mmm, sooo strong alll over me, all over
everywhere... ohhhyess so warm and strong and gentle the
fingerssss..." and I heard a quick break in her voice and
my forearm was now lifted and my arm laid across the top of
her thighs!
"I've dreammmed about your hands, Johnny," came the lowered
voice, almost a ragged whisper as her fingers gently
manipulated my own, brushing in and out of my palm,
pressing the back of my hand down into her lap, where I
could sense a deep heat throbbing gently. "Dreammed your
hand and fingerrrs were on me, they were everywhere, I - I
had no secrets, Johnny, my darling Johnny, your hands find
out all my secretsss so smooth and - and dark and thick and
stronnnggg... mmmhhhh feel sooo goood I didn't want to I
shouldn't but I had to, I had to, I hadtohadtohadto..."
Now her hand with more urgency was sliding my own upturned
wrist back and forth along her upper thigh, now and again
lifting it up and clasping it against her midriff. My hand
sank into the soft flesh of her belly beneath its shirt (as
my cock renewed a more urgent throbbing just inches away),
and was pulled up against the heavy weight of her soft,
soft bosoms!
Would she cross the line to overt sexuality in this
"waking" state? My orders had been just to let herself
daydream aloud, without thinking at all about what she was
doing or saying, while her waking mind concentrated on
driving skills and mental alertness.
"I-I hope you never find out how I need you, Johnny..."
came the low murmur once more, "need those hands so much,
so strong, ooo stroke me now, sofffftly, sofffftly so you
don't wake up darling..."
I had been concerned about things going too far, and it
seemed as if I'd have to try and defuse her, but just then
my hand was replaced tenderly in my lap (brushing that
monstrous pole that now pronged down my pants leg again!)
and I heard rustling noise as she rearranged herself
quietly.
Then a muted click and shortly the local public radio
station was filling the car with classical sounds.
I stirred.
"Did we have a lovely little sleep?" came an entirely
different, mischievous voice, as I feigned a large yawn.
"We're getting into town, and I don't know about you, but
I'm hungry!"
"God, how did the driving go?"
"It's so great, John!" she enthused, wriggling with
little-girl glee. "I was alert the whole time... it was
wonderful! I paid attention to plants, and signs, and
cracks in the road..."
I glanced ahead, city traffic was not heavy, and I wanted
to test her again, I turned to face her and my left hand
crept behind her headrest as she chattered on. Now,
reaching over her hair, my fingers pressed suddenly into
her forehead lightly and I said:
"Waking trance now."
"...And it was the most, the mmmmm..." her voice sank away
in mid-sentence. I was ready to grab the wheel, but she
responded perfectly! Her eyes remained opened, and I heard
only a small sigh escape her lips.
"Deep deep waking trance, you are again deeply hypnotized
as you drive carefully and alertly to our motel. Do you
remember the directions?"
"Yes," escaped the answering sigh from the lips set in the
placid, blank face of my companion.
"You are responding perfectly to my control. You love, it,
you need to feel controlled and dominated, as if you had no
will whatsoever."
"Yes," came the instant response.
"You have had many fantasies about me, Rose, I know you
have... "
"Yes."
"You may speak more normally from your deep hypnotic
state," I instructed. "You like to imagine my strength
overpowering you, as I have with my will."
"Yes... I-I mean, yes, I've th-thought that sometimes."
Her voice was hesitant, but I ignored the tone.
"But you sense how gentle my strength is, how you want to
trust it, that it will only control you, never hurt you..."
"Oh, oh, yes, that's it!" she said, more animatedly now.
"And I have had many male fantasies about you... about
your soft, yielding womanhood, Rose."
"You... have... yes. You had some today didn't you?"
The question caught me unawares and I was shortchanged for
an answer.
"You know... you felt sexy, I know you did... you do...
don't you think I have a sense of smell?" she said, almost
giggling! "Your perfume... YOU know... from... from
there..." and she became subdued again suddenly. "We're
not just soft little sex toys."
My musky odor was now brought back to my attention, and I'm
sure I blushed! I'm glad she'd never remember jerking my
chain that easily.
"Of course you're not, you're strong, a strong woman, and
of course your NEEDS are strong, and getting stronger,
aren't they?"
She gulped a little. "Oh, if you only knew..."
"I do know, and we both know now that I can help our
fantasies come alive, Rose, come alive... yes you did
smell me, you probably smell me right now as I let your
senses heighten in intensity..."
"Yes, you smell strong now... but I like the smell... it
means... th- that... th-that..."
"Go on, the smell means that I am... what?"
"You're - you're *turned on*" she dropped to a whisper, and
I saw her tongue sweep across her lips. I heard a pleading
tone suddenly in her voice. "John... are you sure? Are
you sure it will be all right?"
"Rose, be silent now," I ordered brusquely. "I have
mastered you so completely, you would forget your own name
if I directed you. You can forget, and... you can
remember too. Remember Lesson Two now, Rosie. Say Lesson
Two."
The response was instantaneous: "Lesson Two. I feel your
total control through my entire body and mind. I feel so
good when I am under your hypnotic power. I feel dominated
and controlled, and I deeply want to feel your power
penetrate me."
Her voice had grown robotic again, and my cock surged anew
watching her blanked expression.
"And the other? About forgetting? Which Lesson is that?"
"Lesson Four. Whenever you kiss me and tap my mind I will
instantly become completely ready for my orders. My eyes
will open wide and you will see deep inside my mind. Your
voice will tell me what to forget, and my mind will obey.
When you tap my mind three times, I will awaken."
"Yes, you see how easily you remember and forget, Rosie,
and you make me very excited just now. Continue driving,
and give me your right hand."
The point of no return. Spurred by my painfully mis-shaped
erection lumping up again in the leg of my shorts, I set
her hand down right on my thigh.
"It's hot, your hand and fingers feel so sensitive now you
can feel everything, it's very exciting to you, your hand
is being pulled slowly over, it wants to, you will let go
now and I am summoning your hand, Rose. Slide it to the
right."
Her illusion of control breaking down definitively now her
breathing caught and became more shallow. Closer and
closer to my crotch she let her fingers creep, and then..."
"Oooohhhh... yesssss..." I heard the faint hiss of
pleasure as she finally encountered my tumescence. A split
second more she hesitated, then the soft, hot palm slid
directly over the fat bulge.
My body reacted with almost as much excitement. The surge
was almost frightening, as I felt my asshole pucker shut as
my buttocks squeezed themselves together involuntarily.
"You are excited as I am, Rosie," I managed to gasp out.
"Just gently explore our fantasy now, and talk about it..."
"It's a nice, nice big thinggg..." and she slid out
towards my bulging glans, then back again. The hand
squeezed gently down, and I know she felt the answering
clenching of my whole sexual being. "Nice, John, nice,
Johnny... Johnny, it feels so tight in there, does it
hurt, Johnny? It feels so cramped and tight..."
"It feels just the way you wish it to feel, Rose, just like
you love it to feel, but your touch is so exciting to me,
I'm sure ... I'm *aahhh* sure you can tell...."
"Oh yes, Johnny, I can feeeellll everythinnnggg... mmmmm,
I bet you like to be touched very lightly, don't you, but I
like to slide my hand allll over it... mmmm I just felt it
jerk hard... is it too much, darling?"
I had about enough self-control left to order her to pull
the car over, into an unused daytime parking lot. I was
sure this encounter would be over soon... my cock was
letting me know in no uncertain terms that my balls had had
enough stimulation, thank you!
I know that my cock felt both inflamed and trapped by the
constricting material that held it bound to lie tightly
along my thigh... it so wanted to burst free of its
confinement, and she sensed this immediately.
"Does his big thing want to get out? Mmmm?" crooned my
willing seductress, her fingertips from both hands free to
torment my stalk now. "I'm hypnotized and I'll never ever
remember that I'm... I'mmm oooh, I feel your pulse,
darling, do you want me to stroke it more? Of course it
wants to be strooooked and strooooked over... and over...
and overrrrrr..."
I think the whole car must be jerking now to my pulse;
getting more heated, I lean forward and my trembling hand
finally pulls the pants leg back, scraping the
super-sensitive skin of my desperately quivering tube that
now pokes well out into the musky atmosphere of the car.
Her fingers fluttering and hovering, sampling, it seems,
every bump and vein as she murmurs to it:
"Yesss, my darling is getting ready now, ready, so ready,
oh, yes, Johnny's going to do it... do ittt..."
I'm ready... there have already been two barely-suppressed
spasms that take all my resistance, but that heavy, leaden
pulse is just ... going... to ... going to... I can't
hold more than another couple seconds, I barely husk out to
my tormentor:
"It's going to come out, Rose, your fingersss are teasing
it out, it's the most beautiful perfume, the most delicious
creamy treat, you're hungry to have it all, make it fl-fl
uhhgmghhh... floww out into your hand, oh, Rose I love
your hand, I can't hold it, can't... umh... holllddd it
back..."
"No, darling, I won't let that big thing hold back any
more, it wants to give up to Rose, darling, you are in my
hand, Johnny it's big and hot and hard I want it now, I'm
going to jiggle you darling, jigglejigglejigglejiggle...
oohhh I want to feel it happen... here you come...
here... now... now... now... Oh!"
She responds like a little girl as my knees stretch apart
and my buttocks thrust my member as far out as it will
stretch, and the first little *pang* of my release opens
the floodgates, and then a large *thud* as her manipulating
hand is jerked upright, and the first blast shoots out into
her curling hot palm poised at my bulging glans here's
another *thud* as my body tries to launch my shots of semen
as an archer launches a long-distance arrow... "ummmmgh!"
wrenched from my gut, and then "nnnaaahhh" as now comes the
most immense pleasure surge... over and over with
subsiding urgency but more tenderness I pour forth my
thick, molten cream, flowing out as she jiggles my shaft
gently, feeling me subsiding yet still pulsing with life,
dying out... dying out, relaxing now...
The roaring of my own blood has shut down all sound, but
now I hear her continued murmurs of tender coaxing: "here's
a whole cup of thick cream for me darling, right in my
hand, are you finished, Johnny? Getting so sleepy now?"
Indeed I'm almost comatose with this incredibly strong
afterglow, when I see her raise her come- filled palm to
her lips.
Her hummingbird's tongue reaches out to touch it, she
inhales deeply, then tips her palm towards her, and...
"Slll-l-lp-p--pppp!" comes the sound of my essence being
suckled in over her pouting lips and... Jesus, the most
wrenching, surprising feeling as my nearly spent cock
surges again! and with the soft spurt of a belated few
drops along my knee comes a sensation... I can't even
describe it! except maybe, as if I were passing a large
bowel movement through my penis, as if my insides were
turned inside out... very nearly pain, and the following
ache in my nuts lasted for at least an hour!
"mmmh... mmmhhhh" and similar grunts are all I could
manage for another minute, as I saw her smile and lick all
round her fingers, then reach down to my member, still
rubbery-firm, and lift it away from my thigh. Her gentle
fingers bestowed the tenderest of little pats as she lifted
my shorts out enough to push it back into a position of
more comfort. Her saliva-slick fingertips wipe my knee
clean of my congealing spunk, and again the fingers were
conveyed to her willing lips.
"MMMmmm... it's so yummy!" she said, looking at me with
some sparkle in her eyes. "Did Rosie make Johnny reallll
realll hot?"
"ahhh... ahh God," I croaked, then, gathered myself
together and tried to sit up straight.
"Can't you even talk? My, my, you almost boiled over out
of your little teapot, didn't you? Mmmm..."
I held her to me, and we began a deep kiss, so different
from the little social pecks we had allowed ourselves in
the past! Her lips parted eagerly and my tongue, pushing
into her soft hot mouth, tasted my own juices mingling with
her saliva. Our tongues played with each other, and I felt
yet another of those little almost painful sexual
after-shocks from my groin.
I knew that she wanted "absolution" or at least
forgetfulness now, she had spelled that out to me in no
uncertain terms. In mid-kiss my fingertip now tapped her
atop her soft, dark crown. Instantly her tongue stopped
its wriggling, and I felt her lower jaw droop away.
Pulling back, her face in my hands, I beheld her eyes.
Drooping and heavy-lidded, they were opening slowly wider.
Wider. And now they stared up into my own, like a bird
must look at a serpent. The white showed all round the
dark irises; even under the night glow of the sparse street
lamps I could see she was deep.
In my best Bela Lugosi manner I widened my own eyes
commandingly and bored my steady gaze right back at her. I
intoned, deep as I could:
"And now, my subject, I have hypnotized you deeply, and you
will obey me. Look deeply into my eyes. Yes, and now I
remove and erase forever all waking memory from your open,
helpless mind. From the time I placed you in waking trance
to now... gone forever, except in your pleasure dreams.
You have already forgotten, but you will always be ready to
comply with my desires, with my total power over you. Say
'yes, Master.'"
My captive's slack mouth murmured "ehyessss...
assssterrr..." and now I turned her face-forward and
commanded my slave to resume driving. She pulled out into
traffic.
"I will bring you back to quick wakefullness now." And I
tapped her on her head three times, lightly.
With the smallest start, her voice picked up her dropped
thread from a half-hour before:
"...most I've ever driven before without getting sleepy!
You know, I owe you a dinner, eh?" and she poked me in my
fairly substantial tummy, "a nice big one, I think, no?"
she said, chuckling.
Soon we were checking into our fairly luxurious motor
lodge. We were of course renting separate rooms, but I did
get adjacent ones, and soon found they had a connecting
doorway... as we all know, else how else could this
fantasy continue?
Wanna more hot porn stories? >
http://www.incesttabooo.com/hihy02.html