I’m on a plane, sitting next to Coral, who is to my right in the aisle seat. We’re on our way to Las Vegas, where we will marry. Coral is wearing a pale green blouse made of the thinnest of cotton, with a deep-V front that nearly stretches to her navel. No bra, I notice with approval. I watch her breathe in and out — her oversized nipples look ready to push through the cotton weave, and I can see two-thirds of the flesh of her right breast, rising and falling with every breath.
She knows that I’m staring at her breasts, and leans into me. “I have the best tits you’ve ever seen, don’t I?” she asks in a whisper. “You can’t be in a room with them and not get hard.”
She has me figured out, although her words feel haunting for some reason. I respond by leaning towards her, so the tip of my erection presses against her thigh.
“Poor boy,” she says, stealthily placing her hand in my lap to give me a good cock-squeeze. “You'll just have to wait, Michael. You can’t feel me up here on the plane.”
“I could if I put you in the immersion state,” I respond, not willing to take “no” for an answer. I explain the plan to her — somehow it makes sense that others will barely notice her having a nipple- kneading orgasm if she has been hypnotized into not caring about their reaction.
“Okay,” she says, surprising me with her willingness. “As a special wedding present. Just… don’t take advantage of me when I’m not all here.”
“I promise,” I reply insincerely.
I have Coral close her eyes, and lean the seat all the way back. Guiding her through her body is so easy, as though she was always meant to succumb to the technique. I have her thoroughly hypnotized before she’s even made contact with her right arm. Nevertheless, we proceed straight to her breasts.
“Bring your consciousness into both breasts, Coral. Feel their weight. Feel how they expand with every in-breath. Can you feel them as you breathe in? Are you inside of them?
“Yesss…”
“You know how beautiful they are. It feels so good to have Michael loving them doesn’t it Coral? You love being able to come from having Michael play with your beautiful breasts.”
“I… love it…”
“But there are other ways to please Michael even more.”
“Tell me… how…”
“You will throw out all of your vests when we get home,” I direct. “You no longer have a need for anything that is meant to obscure your beautiful breasts in public.”
“Throw out… Even my bras?”
Damn, she’s willful, even when hypnotized. It’s a good question, though, and I give it serious thought. “There are bras, and there are bras,” I answer. “You need all new lingerie, Coral. Sexy lingerie. Naughty lingerie. No more sleeping in an oversized T-shirt, or buying bras merely for comfort. Your body is too beautiful, your curves too exciting. From now on you will come to bed in lingerie meant to show off how sexy you are. Your primary mission, every time you get dressed for bed, is to make Michael’s cock ache to fuck you. You love that, don’t you Coral? Making Michael excited. Making Michael hard.”
“Yesss…”
“Reach over right now and feel how hard Michael is.”
The touch of her hand on my raging cock.
“Michael’s cock is so hard for you, Coral. It makes you want to suck it, doesn’t it?”
“I… I…”
“You’re dying to suck Michael’s cock.”
“I’m… dying….”
“To suck Michael’s cock. Nothing is more exciting than swallowing Michael’s cock, and sucking the cum out of it.”
“I… I’m afraid…”
“No fear. You want to swallow Michael’s cum. It’s delicious. It excites you and satisfies you, all at the same time. You love it. You love sucking Michael off. You were crazy to ever hesitate.”
“I was… crazy.”
“Suck Michael’s cock, Coral.”
“Now?”
“Now. Later. Every day. A day without the taste of Michael’s cum is a wasted day.”
“So… wasted…”
“A lifetime spent without sucking Michael off is a wasted lifetime. You don’t want to waste your whole life, do you?”
“No! I need… I need to…”
“What do you need, Coral?”
“Michael’s cock! I need to suck Michael’s cock! Let me suck it! Please! I’ll swallow! I’ll never stop swallowing!”
“Michael? Wake up.”
“Hmmmm?” I opened my eyes, and felt my legs cramped and my dick hard. A steady rushing sound rushed in my ears. We were on a plane, flying to our wedding, just like in the dream.
“Put this over your lap,” she said, offering me a blanket. To hide my very noticeable erection, I understood. “You’re obscenely hard,” she whispered. “What were you dreaming about?”
“You,” I answered truthfully. In real life, Coral wore a thin pale green blouse, but also a matching jacket, hiding the inspiring volume of her tits. And though she loved me, she probably wasn’t dying to suck my cock every single day, and never all the way.
Coral leaned in close to whisper in my ear. “I’m flattered, but you really can’t feel me up in public, even at thirty thousand feet.” I noticed that her hand held mine, as in holding on tight. She had probably needed to grasp my hand to keep it from doing something very inappropriate to her while I dreamed.
“Sorry,” I apologized.
“I suppose it’s reassuring, right after your bachelor party. As long as it really was me you were dreaming of.”
“It was. I was, um, talking to your breasts.”
She laughed. “Did they talk back?”
“Not exactly. But they wanted to be showcased more often in lingerie.”
“I sense a dose of wish fulfillment there. And you’re getting ahead of yourself. We agreed that we’d wait until tomorrow night, after the ceremony. Remember?”
“Right.” It was our version of making the wedding night special, by sleeping in separate rooms the night before.
“Now go back to sleep. It’s going to be a long day.”
It would be a long day. Check into the hotel, reunite with Grace and Lucinda, meet Coral’s parents…
I wiggled my rear in the seat, the area around my shaved crotch itching. Coral knew that I hadn’t slept all night, but she hadn’t asked many questions about the bachelor party. She was aware that Bill and the others had hired a stripper to tease me at his house, but no details beyond that. She certainly didn’t know that the letter “M” currently graced my dick. M for Mira madness. M for merciless mind manipulations. M for monumental mistake. M for misbegotten marriage mischief.
I closed my eyes and tried not to think about it. Replaying the dream as best I could, I felt my itchy dick pulse. I’d never dreamed of putting Coral in the immersion state before. I had imagined it a few times, sure, something close to the dream’s nature, where I worked to make her more willing to stick with a blowjob until the end. I’d never do it, though. I’d given up that part of myself, and what had that kind of behavior gotten me other than complications and the need for lies?
Incredible unattainable sex, a voice chimed inside. True enough. But I had wonderful sex now with the woman I was about to marry, and all without unclean underhanded deeds.
Undermining Coral’s mind to get even more of what I wanted? So deceitful. So unabashedly controlling. Grasping hold of her mind and bending it to my will? So wrong. So obviously out of bounds.
My dick kept pulsing.
I’m on a plane, with Coral sitting next to me in the aisle seat, already deeply suggestive in the immersion state. For some reason, I can’t seem to lift my gaze any higher than the level of her tits. I struggle to lift my eyes, or my head, but no matter how hard I try, I cannot look up at her face.
Not such a terrible thing, I decide. Coral’s face is gorgeous, but I can just speak to her tits, or her pussy, and let the hypnotic commands filter up through her body to her mind.
I’m about to give the initial suggestions, when I see a pair of legs walking up the aisle. There is no mistaking their shapely splendor, all shiny smooth in sheer pantyhose and heels. Nobody but Mira has legs like that. She’s on board, on the same flight. Is she stalking me? Intending to interrupt the wedding ceremony with wet leggy theatrics?
I try to look up to catch her eye, but it’s still impossible to lift my gaze. Mira’s legs pause in front of our aisle, and I have the feeling that she is looking down at me, or Coral. I dread what might happen next.
Something lands on the floor between Mira’s feet. I hear her moan, and again something drips down from above. A little tendril of smoke rises from the floor, and I see that the flooring of the airplane is catching fire between Mira’s legs. It must be her pussy, dripping for my cock, only the drops glow brightly, like liquid fire. Mira moans, and the dripping comes faster, and I’m horrified to feel a small gust of air whistling through a tiny hole in the floor, leading to the plane’s belly.
She moves on, but I hear her moaning more loudly behind us. I don’t know how it’s possible, but Mira’s steady flowing lust has turned into literal fire. As far as I know, she’s creating a larger hole on the floor behind us, weakening the plane’s structural integrity. Nobody else seems aware that a hole has already been burned in the flooring, but I know without a doubt that if I don’t follow Mira up the aisle to put out the heat raging inside her pussy, we’re all going to die.
And there is only one way to douse those flames.
I could just step over Coral, as she’s unaware of her surroundings while thoroughly hypnotized. I want her to understand the need, though. Not just my need, but everyone’s.
“You want to live,” I speak with forced calm to Coral’s hypnotized breasts. “And living means accepting that Michael’s cock will always be needed by another lover’s pussy.”
“N…no!” Coral protests. Her breasts look confused, caught in the middle.
“Yes. Michael’s cock is yours, you know that. But Michael’s cock belongs to another as well. It’s an inescapable fact.”
“But…”
“No buts. It’s imperative that I fuck this other pussy. I need to fuck it right now!”
I leave her there, confident that the immersion suggestions are already imprinted, and she will come to accept the wisdom of my actions. The aisle flooring is on fire in spots where Mira’s pussy has dripped. I follow the flames until I come to her legs, spread wide on the floor near the back of the airplane.
“Oh God I need your cock!” Mira cries. Her pussy is glowing, and by it’s fiery light I see the letter “M” branded into the area just above her pussy. It’s the exact opposite of the letter she created above my dick, as her M is shaved bare into surrounding trimmed pubic hair. Mine is raised, hers is indented; she’s an M innie, I’m an M outie… We’re like two interlocking pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Like Velcro. Created to be attached. Fitted to each other. Made for each other.
“Hurry!” Mira screams. “Fuck me before we all die!”
It’s going to hurt for a minute, plunging my cock into that consuming fire. I drop my pants, take aim and thrust straight into her molten wetness. My raised M fits precisely into her indented M. and we are joined, M to M. Mira and Michael. Mmmmmmm…
“Michael, wake up.”
“Mmmm?”
“You’re having a nightmare.”
Crap. We were still on the fucking plane, and my dick was about to explode.
“Why are you squirming in your seat like that?” Coral asked. “You look like you have ants in your pants.”
It’s the blistering erection in my pants, which she couldn’t see because of the blanket she offered me earlier. My hard-on rubbed against the five o’ clock shadow of my shaved groin, and everything felt raw and itchy.
“My privates itch,” I whispered to Coral.
The look she gave me would have fit right in if I’d said, “My dick is growing tentacles.” She didn’t know one thing about shaved privates and Mira, but I could see suspicion neurons sending messages throughout her brain.
“What, exactly, did you do with this stripper last night?” she asked. “Don’t tell me we’ll need to take antibiotics to get married.”
I wouldn’t have confessed to the itching dick if I didn’t want part of the truth to come out. How much truth, though? Telling her the whole thing would be suicide, but it wasn’t like I’d be able to hide the damage done to my nether region.
“The stripper last night… Um, she shaved my crotch.”
Coral flinched, and stifled what I hoped was the urge to laugh hysterically. She ended up lightly coughing. “Shaved it how much?”
“Almost totally. It’s… I look like a freak.”
“I see." A long painful pause. "Is there anything else you need to tell me about last night?” she finally asked.
“I don’t think so.”
“Just how intimate were you with this stripper?”
“Only enough for her to shave off my pubic hairs.”
“Excuse me if that sounds rather intimate to my ears."
"It wasn't. It was only... You know what I mean."
"Is there a form of insanity that grips men when they congregate in numbers? As in you become incapable of saying 'no' to women with razor blades? Why on earth would you let the entertainer do something like that to you?”
“They tied my hands to a chair. I was helpless. I couldn’t stop it.”
“Your coworkers wanted this to happen? How could they give us — me — a wedding present like that?
“I think… I don’t believe they had any clue it was going to happen. The stripper was kind of a wild card. She might have been nuts, actually.”
She didn’t look happy. Coral wasn’t a woman to go into hysterics, though, or pick a fight just for the rush of fighting. “We’re going to end this particular conversation,” she said in a calm voice. “Unless you have something you need to confess to me