The Hypnotist on the Road

Chapter 4

4th Chapter

The blonde was still there, shamelessly fixed on our display with her head in her hands. She got up and hurriedly made her way over to the pool. Rose's body was still and her suit was back on. Hurriedly I told her to rest until she felt me tap her, rest without noticing any sounds.

“I…” husked the bathing beauty, looking down at us. "I believed Dan and I did things... b-but..." I raised a smile to her. “We didn’t bother you too much?”

“What do you think?” She responded. “Lumpy over there didn’t even notice, but I… I…”

“I saw you, too… umm…”

“Maggie,” she said, “uh, Margaret and uh, Dan my date.” She sat with her toes in the water now, her lean thighs flexing themselves as her calves fluttered back and forth.

“John, and this is Rose.”

Rose of course didn’t move at all.

“Um, is she asleep?”

“Sort of.”

“God I could feel her from way over there. She truly understands how to have fun! She must have dropped ten pounds just now.”

I smiled again. “She doesn’t care that much about pounds,” I said, tapping gently behind her head once. “You know that you are so beautiful, and now you know how others feel too, don’t you?”

I touched her abdomen with a palm, and we watched the body clench up and gently quiver yet another time. As she stared at the woman with loose legs who was so blatantly exposed to a stranger, Maggie licked her lips. “Jesus, how… uh, how can you be so free? Even though I don't mind cuddling in public, you put on a show! It’s our first time, too!

"Well, Rose, you've given ME ideas. I’m gonna teach that guy something he doesn’t know! Later, that is… I’m – I’m still a little shy I guess… I’ll leave you alone, sorry for barging in, Rose.”

“She can’t hear you, Maggie.”

“Oh, Jesus, I’m sorry, I didn’t know…”

“No, no, she’s not deaf at all,” I smiled. “As a matter of fact, she’s hypnotized right now.”

“H-hypnotized!” Maggie stared down.

“That’s right, no one exists in her mind… she’s really shy as you are… more so!” I said, “She was jealous of your body and that suit you’re wearing would wake the dead!”

Maggie tweeted, "Thank you, kind sir," but "she’s like, out of it?" I’ve seen some mental acts over in Vegas, and I thought it was like, a fake or something.”

“Well Rose is no fake,” I answered, “she’s an excellent subject, and she seems to like it a lot, though she won’t remember anything tomorrow, she IS still shy.”

“Bull… sorry, but you mean, really truly forget?”

Maggie asked with her eyes if she could join us in the pool because her robe had fallen off. Soon we stood together, looking down at my entranced friend.

“I’d like to be able to do that,” she whispered, staring at the serene features. “Can I… like, touch her?”

“Rose, you are in a sleeping trance now,” I said, tapping her for her cue. She was already out, and gave no overt signs. “Sure, it’s okay.”

Maggie lifted the woman’s arm out of the water. We’d been in so long that the fingers were prune-wrinkled. The arm lay flaccid in the blonde’s grasp.

“Her skin’ll be dry tomorrow!” she whispered, “bet you hadn’t thought of THAT!”

“Oh, damn,” I answered, I don’t even know if she brought lotion!”

“I have some, maybe I could drop it over. Are you going to bed soon?”

Her eyes locked into mine.

“I’d like to… you know if you had time… maybe you could show me… a little…”

“About hypnotism?” She nodded. “Rose really likes it.” I chose not to go into detail or respond to her question yet. “Boy, you said it,” she whispered, closer to my ear now, still holding the limp arm in her own tanned grasp. “I don’t think that would work with me, I like to be in charge of things.” Again, she gave me a look.

“In charge…” I murmured back, meeting her eyes. “In control…”

“Yeah, like I’d be the one giving the orders.” Her eyes glittered up at me, then down again at my drifting Rose. “Dan might like to try… but you sure gave her a good time there!”

“Rose, come back to your dream now. Stand up now.”

She quickly rose to her feet. “She won’t remember any of this?”

“No, we agreed that it would be easier not to be shy if I would make her forget Maggie.”

“Can I, could you make her open her eyes up?” asked the girl, eyes fixed on my subject now standing, relaxed, water dripping down from her hair, hand still held by the inquisitive blonde.

“Rose, your eyes are opening.”

Obediently the lids rose, and Maggie now tried all the tricks, waving the hand in front of the face, thrusting it suddenly close, but there was no reaction.

“Look at me Rose,” she suddenly said, tugging at her arm. I was annoyed, and she shot me a slightly guilty, but willful look. She said, "Just testing," and she dropped the arm. She had a little streak of childishness, I judged.

“We’re going to turn in, I think, we've got a lot on our plates tomorrow.”

“Oh, the lotion!” interjected Maggie. “Please call me if you need it, we’ll be turning in soon too. Please, it's not a problem, and it's really nice and smooth. It's liked by men too! I suddenly remembered: I couldn't remember how I had my own orgasm, and she looked straight at me. Had I been standing up?

“It’s really smooth and makes everything feel silky… I have a lot of it, I spread it all over myself after I’ve been in the pool, you’ll like it too, Rose!” she said suddenly, trying to catch my friend in a ruse, but of course that was hopeless.

“It’s not a trick, I promise you!” I led Rose out of the pool into the cold air. She started shivering right away, as did I.

“Here, take this robe, Rose, you’ll catch your death!”

I took it from her outstretched hand and draped it over my own shoulders. She was startled and annoyed at my “selfishness,” but I said:

“Maggie, Rose doesn’t need this, do you, Rose?”

“What do you mean, the poor thing is…”

“Is becoming warm, watch her. Rose, hear and obey. I've just turned up the heat, and it's quickly getting more and more comfortable. Doesn't that feel good? “…Yes… warmer, ahhh.” Her eyes still blank, her shivers quickly ended. and she rotated her shoulders a little as if taking pleasure in the sudden warmth.

I told you, "Warmer and warmer." Soon you'll feel quite warm, almost hot, and you'll feel a little uncomfortable. The temperature keeps getting hotter and hotter, making you feel a little itchy. Maybe you'd like to take off your itchy hot suit because you're getting hotter and hotter. Maggie was staggered, as was I! at the instant response of my companion. Her legs twitched and fidgeted as her tongue emerged to lick her lips and her hands rose to pluck at her neckline. “Jesus,” breathed Margaret, watching Rose closely, peering into her blank stare, seeing her brow furrow as her breath started whistling through her lips, and she mopped her brow as though sweating.

“…so hot… soo hot…” muttered the entranced girl, and now she simply reached up to her shoulder straps, and matter-of-factly pulled them down, reaching behind her to loosen the clasp of the suit, lowering it over her panting breasts, lower and lower…”

“And now you’re cool again, cool and ready for sleep, Rose. Hear me. You're ready for a long, deep sleep because the temperature is comfortable. Let’s walk now, Rose. Goodnight, Maggie.”

As I led my captive to our room and dropped her robe over a nearby chair, Maggie could only wave her hand. Once inside, I took in my victory. She stood without looking around. “You will dream of a new suit, and the fun you will have feeling the waters again…”

“Yes.”

“The waters caressing you, and that suit is just in the way of all your pleasure.”

“…yesss, pleasurrree…” and she swayed a bit on her feet.

As my erection began once more, I said, "Remove that old suit now, Rose." Her hands repeated their motions, only this time I didn’t stop them. And then…

Then she stood naked and unashamed before me. Her breasts hung heavily from her shoulders, with the most appealing lower curves. She didn't try to trim her relaxed figure as her soft belly curved downward. "Do you have cream for moisturizing your skin?" “Yes.”

“Get all ready for bed now, Rose. You will want to sleep and dream in your nakedness tonight, so keep it up. She now went about her toilette, using the commode, brushing and flossing her teeth, removing her contacts (I hadn’t even known about them!), then jiggling her heavy mammaries as she dried and brushed her dark hair vigorously.

Now she dug out a bottle of lotion (aloe vera, I suppose) and set about rubbing herself all over with it. How her bosoms quivered as she spread her palms gently all round them, making her dark brown n*****s perk up as her fingers brushed against them! She worked lotion into her fingers and toes, up her legs, as I worked my own hand up and down my fleshy tube, glomming every nude inch of my companion’s pink flesh, jiggling and quivering under her own touch…

When her palms reached her mons, I saw her eyes droop, and she sighed heavily. I became hot and flushed, and my c**k stood straight out, poking across the small distance between our bodies. Her fingers swarmed over her sensitive flesh, and as I watched, she parted her legs a bit as the palms swirled down, around, between, behind, setting up a little pelvic motion, bring me to iron-hard readiness just from the sight of her naked, proud and unashamed.

I approached her and held her chin. I looked into her eyes as I kissed her. The kiss was as magic as ever, even more so as I tapped her into a swoon. Again the jaw dropped, and the eyes widened like a “deer in the headlights.”

I pulled back the covers, commanded her to lie down; my c**k quivering mightily, wanting just to let the heated column of flesh wander, slithering over every inch of her skin… poking into her lightly-furred armpits, circling round her soft belly button, exploring her receptive ears, and… her mouth… her slackly hypnotized lips, now parted helplessly, just inches away from my glans… I groaned as I saw a shiny drop of lubricant appear at my slit… then another, dripping steadily down onto her carpet.

“Rose,” I husked, boring into her mind, “you will dream tonight as I have commanded you. Sleep deeply and dream. And now I will cause you to forget our episode as you know I can do… ummm, as I tell you that your eyes are heavily closing in sleep now… yes, and your delicious creamy liquid is ready for you to taste, which will erase all of your memory as it sends you deep asleep. You will now tell yourself to sleep deeply, Rose, and I will nurse you into slumber with my hot, thick liquid that you… umm… you need so much.”

Her voice immediately began. "Sleep... sleep... sleep deeper and deeper... deep... deeee..." “Sending you off, Rose…” I stood next to her head, and forced my c**k downward, towards the drowsy lips speaking in obedience to my commands… and then…

“Sleeppp… sleemmmm… lmmmm… lmmmmmm” is all she can say as I offer my bulging member to those waiting, hungry, needing lips, and she pulls it gently into her, pulling gently over and over, her mouth pursed round the blazing fiery-hot c**k, its knob fisting up and bulging as I withstand with all my being the urge to slam it completely down into her throat…

My hand reaches down to cup one of her soft, flattened bosoms, resting so trustingly open to my touch, so soft as I explore and manipulate it, but now I just look down at her face, and reach down, to slide an eyelid up, and the eyeballs are rolled backward, and her lips purse and suck, pulling… pulling so sleepily and obediently, in I slide and out, regular as sleep… deep hypnotic sleep… deep hypnotized nursing as the c**k feels so heavy! so heavy! I can’t possibly pull away, I’m hypnotized myself with the gentle suction, and I hear myself whisper, at least in my mind:

“…My c**k is in your mouth Rose… you’re sucking and pulling and milking my c**k… I can’t resist you… I’m getting more and more ready… milk my c**k, feel it swell up, feel as if it's going to burst open and you’re going to be full, fulllll of thickkk… ohhh… thickkkk…. cockkkk… thickkk…. cockkkk…”

In and out it slides moistly and evenly, unstoppably past her lips, pushing them in, pulling them out… they pucker in and out as she nurses and milks me…

And one hand reaches over sleepily towards my groin! The fingers close and fist around the base of my c**k. She’s making cooing sounds, quiet little gentle cooings to her master! The c**k shaft is dark, dark purple, every contour stretched to its limit as her lips pull, pull pull, and my own fingers must reach down and cup my testicles, must press and circle round my bags, they’re pulling up, getting wrinkly and tight under her nursing, here it comes, the first pulse is here, under her fist, up the shaft, past her sleepy squeezing lips, and onto her questing tongue… and now…

BLAST.

BLASSSSSTTTT.

Another BLASSTS out of the head, hurtling out, out into her mouth, her voice stops, and she just hums as her throat tastes nectar, milk and honey flowing in delicious creamy bursts and dribbles, flowing down into her wanting throat, I BLAST another agonizing jet, and my hand holds the bed as now comes that feeling of leaden pleasure overcoming everything, that the c**k is made of soft, molten lead, that its a hot tube of heavy, heavy thick lead, weighted down by surging blood, by thick molten heavy creammmmmm…

As I try to maintain my composure while inhaling rasping gasps through dilated nostrils, I try not to even let out a groan. All I can do is watch that stalk pulsing between her pursed lips, softening a little, her cheeks remaining pursed inward, and it hurts so suddenly! The climax is over…

I pull back and my glistening, bright red fleshy column softly pulls away from her still-pursed lips, the lips open reluctantly as the painfully sensitive glans slide out as last, trailing a long strand… the strand breaks and drapes along the sheet as my member pulses a last dollop of semen towards her face, now peaceful, breathing heavily in her slumber, and I reach down and gently lick her lips and chin clean of my salty fluid, and risk a small suckle on her t**s, because she’s asleep and I don’t want her to wake up.

Before walking next door and sinking insensibly into my own welcome bed, I covered her flattened, naked bosoms on her chest, dimmed the lights, and listened to her deep breaths. Later in the night, I am awakened from my own sleep by something… it’s a noise… repeated calls and moans… someone’s… someone’s “doing the nasty” nearby…

Then I remember, and placing my ear to the intervening wall, listen as my lovely robot relives her self-induced orgy in the pond, calling loudly in the agony of her own repeated crises, before the moans finally subside. It’s four A.M.