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Gentlemen, first chapter of The Cure.
Sincerely
Spiller
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WARNING. The usual warnings concerning adult literature applies to this
short story too. SO: If you're a prude or it is forbidden in the area where you
live: Stay off.
Also if you are a minor - however that is interpreted in YOUR area - you
should leave this story alone.
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THE CURE. - Part one.
by Spiller
Chapter 1.
Often through our twenty years of marriage I have bitterly regretted that
I ever fell in love with my wife - and that my love/hate emotions towards her
still contain that element of love. If not , I'd have moved out the moment the
kids left home to fend for themselves.
You may have guessed, that our sex-life is the BIG problem. Strangely
enough she has always loved sex if it's done on her conditions: She on her
back with closed eyes, legs slightly spread, five or ten minutes of 'handwork'
and then when she says 'umph' a vigorous fucking with me on top until she
comes with a little muffled scream, and then for me hopefully to get finished
within half a minute or so. Anything else, and I mean ANYthing, is absolutely
'no,no', because it is dirty, perverted, no NICE people do it, etc.
Lonnie was brought up by her very religious mother. Her father was
killed when she was only a year and a half old, and I feel sure, that the old hag
secretly was happy about that, as she could collect a handsome monthly
pension, she had social status being an officer's widow and single mother,
and she was relieved of the tedious business of sex.
In this atmosphere Lonnie was indoctrinated with a distaste towards
anything sex-related. It was the burden of "fine women", and she'd have to
endure but never enjoy. And if on rare occasions she'd feel lust she would
have to do her best to hide it and ask God's forgiveness later.
When my 45th birthday was coming around I had more or less given up
on her. I realised, that since she had lived 42 years and still adamantly refused
to talk about our relationship, the chances of a change were minimal. For the
last 6 months we hadn't had any sex at all, because I had grown sick and
dead tired of her attitude, and as long as I didn't initiate any sex she was
happy, and nothing would happen.
I decided to give it one last try before I left her, and I booked a session
with dr. Winther, a well known local psychologist, to see if he could give me
some advice. A marriage counsellor was completely out of the question as
Lonnie wouldn't dream of going. I poured out all my thoughts to dr. Winther,
and waited full of hope for him to turn up with some good advice, and it was a
true 'downer' when he said:
- Mr. Alcott. I'm sad to say there is not much hope that the situation can
be changed. I might call in your wife for some talks, but her condition is so
well rooted in her mind, that all you'd get out of it was a heavy bill and status
quo. I have tried something similar a few times, and sad to admit: I have
failed.
I'm sure he could read my disappointment on my face long before I
reacted to his answer.
- The only possible solution would be to sort of bypass her upbringing.
Hypnosis is a possibility, but that is not my line. Can I rely on your discretion?
- Of course. I wouldn't bite a helping hand, would I?
- You see, the problem is that I can get into serious trouble if I
recommend some unqualified person to you. It's considered professionally
unethical, and if I told you that dr. Arthwell might help you I should violate
that rule. Dr. Arthwell is not a psychologist. He's a medical doctor with a
special training in hypnosis, and I know that he has had some satisfactory
results.
- I'd never tell anybody, if you told me so.
- OK, Mr. Alcott. I'm sorry I could not help you, and I shall not bill you
for this short session. But please let me know, if you obtain results. You
know, just to satisfy my curiosity.
- I shall, dr. Winther. And thank you for your understanding.
Chapter 2.
I found dr. Arthwell in the yellow pages, and a week later I was
scheduled for an interview in his clinic.
Well, Mr. - he looked down on his calendar - Mr. Alcott. What can I do
for you?
- That is a question I ask myself. You see, I come here on the advice of
one of your colleagues.
- Oh, I say. That doesn't happen too often. And on whose advice, if I
may ask?
- Dr. Winther suggested, that you may help me.
And then I poured out my heart's trouble over the next five minutes,
while dr. Arthwell was listening intensely.
- I see why dr. Winther has declined you. And why he thinks I can help
you. By the way I'll have to make this a short summary of the possibilities,
because my next patient is scheduled in 15 minutes.
- I'll listen.
In short he told me that dr. Winther was right. Lonnie's condition was
so deep-rooted, that chances of therapy bringing her out of it were sparse. If
she herself felt anger towards her mother and was unhappy about her present
situation, help might be had from psychotherapy. But alas. Under the
influence of hypnosis it might be possible to block out some of her
inhibitions for certain periods of time, and then we might hope for her natural
sexiness to take over. To that end I must be prepared for a period of turmoil
as Lonnie might feel very much in doubt about herself, and when her
transformation began she'd need all my support.
- There are a few risks to this procedure, and you'll have to consider
them seriously.
- Yes?
- Hypnosis is not like an operation. We may have results spanning from
a slightly bettered condition, to something you wished for, or even further to a
behaviour you didn't expect and may not like.
- What do you mean?
- Your wife may shed more inhibitions than you imagine, or she may
only shed a few. And she may shed just the amount you want.
- In plain English?
- She may get more horny, than you can handle.
- I'll take that risk.
- And the second problem is getting her here at all. Does she have a
medical condition that troubles her and that might bring her here?
- She is a bit troubled by headaches that hit her at the most
inconvenient times.
- OK. Next time she has one tell her that you have heard of me, and that
I have helped a lot of people with hypnotherapy.
- That's a fine idea.
- And then be prepared for a rather steep bill. It takes time, and I'm
running a risk doing unqualified therapy, and I have to calculate that risk into
my prices.
- I don't wonder. Well, I can afford it, and if it helps it will be worth it. At
least it's my last try at saving my marriage.
- OK, mr. Alcott. You call my office and book a session when you have
convinced your wife, that she needs treatment.
Chapter 3.
I left dr. Arthwell's office feeling much better and with a tinge of hope.
And luck was following me, as Lonnie was struck by a severe headache right
after supper that evening. This gave me the opportunity to bring up the
subject of hypnotherapy. Her condition being that pills only brought her a
minor relief from her pains, she was in a receptive mood and asked:
- Do you really think it helps?
- I don't know for sure, but I read an article somewhere, that after a few
treatments a lot of people felt much better, and quite a few were cured.
- That sounds too good to be true.
- I'll see what I can find out, dear. You go to bed and let's see if a good
night's sleep will make you better.
Friday when I got home from work a bit early, I told her that I'd found a
doctor who might help her. I told her that dr. Arthwell was a medical doctor
and that he only used hypnotherapy on rare cases.
- Did you talk to him?
- Yes. I told him that your headaches come and go randomly, and that
we have not been able to trace the reason. It's not food or stress or anything
like it.
- No, I really don't know what causes it.
- He didn't promise a complete cure, but he'd work on you a few times,
and then he said, that maybe some of the modern painkillers might help you
better.
- Well, I'll give it a thought. You didn't book a consultation, did you?
- Actually I did. I booked you for an appointment next Friday afternoon,
but he told me I could cancel it, if I called Monday morning.
Over the weekend she had another headache, and the cancellation was
not brought up again. I could hardly wait for Friday to come.
Chapter 4.
- Hello, Ms. Alcott. And welcome. Your husband briefed me shortly on
your problems with headache, but I'd rather you told me yourself.
- Well, yes. These bad headaches hit me right out of the blue.
Sometimes not so bad, and at other times violently uncomfortable - and my
painkillers only dull the pain, they can't make it disappear.
- And you can't see a pattern of some kind?
- Absolutely not. It can be a fine day, a bad day or just your run of the
mill day. Morning, noon and night. What I have eaten has no influence. I'm
really without a clue.
- Seems to me, you MAY have a mix of conditions, that sometimes work
together, and sometimes don't. Before you leave, my nurse will measure your
bloodpressure and take a few blood samples for further analysis. The tests
are used for help with the diagnoses and for finding the right medication. For
now I want to feel your neck and the top of your spine. Will you please go
behind the screen and take off your coat and blouse and put on the white
housecoat instead?
- Yes.
When she returned in the white coat dr. Arthwell placed her on a stool
with her arms on the couch and her head resting on her hands. As he pulled
the coat off her shoulders he could not help admiring what he saw. She might
be quite an old girl, but her shape and muscletone were magnificent.
- Now, Ms. Alcott. I want you to relax as much as you are able to.
- Mmm. I shall.
From the other side of the couch he stretched out his hands to let his
thumbs slide up and down the muscles supporting her spine and neck, softly
at first but firmer and firmer as time went by.
- Ms. Alcot. You are both right and wrong about the stress-factor. You
don't have any of the usual muscle infiltrations normally accompanying
stress, but try to feel this. He applied a stronger and more pointed pressure
on the side of her neck, and Lonnie responded with a surprised: - Ouch.
- You see. These small knots are the remnants of earlier infiltrations,
and they are rather deep-set. The same way the reason for them may very well
be set deep in your subconsious mind, as the reasons may be 5-10-15 years
old.
- That sounds reasonable.
He lifted the housecoat back on her shoulders and told her to get
dressed again. When she returned from behind the screen he was sitting
behind his desk, and he offered her to sit down again.
- Ms. Alcott. I think my first analysis of your symptoms was right. Your
condition is a combination of a medical and a psychological condition, or
rather the remnants of a psychological condition. When I get the results of the
bloodtests next week, I can give you a more precise medication. For today I'd
like to bring you into a very light hypnotic trance so I can induce some
relaxing procedures to last for the weekend. And then on Tuesday I want to
see you again. And I want you to keep a record of your headaches until
Tuesday at - say - three o'clock?
- Yes, dr. Arthwell, I'll keep a record all right, but I'm not sure I am that
easy to hypnotise.
- Oh, never fear, Ms. Alcott. Please lay down on the couch, make
yourself as comfortable as possible and then close your eyes. I'll be with you
in a minute when I have put down this to your journal.
He sat down beside the couch and started the usual preliminaries of
hypnosis. Actually she was quite easy, and soon he had her in the light
trance. He had decided, that it was important to build up a trusting
relationship with Ms. Alcott, so he stayed off the sex-business this first time.
He induced a couple of code-words in her mind and then called her back.
She opened her eyes and looked at him questioningly.
- I think I can remember all you said. It was not at all that strange.
- No, of course not, Ms. Alcott. I'll tell you, what I have done. First of all
I have given you two words. One, you do not need to know, that is just a small
code-word to make it easier to hypnotise you next time.
- And the other?
- It is just the words "relax,dear".
- And what about them?
- For the days up till our next session, I want you to find half an hour
around noon, where you will not be disturbed. On your way home I want you
to buy one of these rectangular Japanese pillows. They are rather hard, and
you place them under your neck. (He showed her where.) Then you close your
eyes and when your breathing has become slow and relaxed you say: "Relax,
dear" to yourself. You'll fall asleep immediately and then wake up half an hour
later - very relaxed.
- Is that all?
- No, no. If you feel an oncoming headache you use the same
procedure. If you can claim a room in your house as kind of a 'headache
laboratory' it will make everything easier and better.
- That shouldn't be a problem. We have plenty of rooms.
- Good, Ms. Alcott. And then the last instruction before we are finished:
Will you please tell your husband to call me late this afternoon? If we are
going to have good results his co-operation is imperative, concerning peace
and time for you to follow the cure. And I'd like to tell him myself how he is
going to help you.
- I shall, dr. Arthwell. And thank you for now. It has been most
encouraging, and you have given me a bit of hope that I can find a better way
to live with my condition.
- Good bye, Ms. Alcott. And please stop at my nurse's office on your
right hand when you leave here. She'll be ready to take the necessary tests.
Chapter 5.
I called Dr. Arthwell late that afternoon, and he told me what had
happened at Lonnie's consultation. Also the need to stall the sex-therapy till
next week. He then sent a tape of the consultation to my office, which is why I
know what happened.
Lonnie was quite enthusiastic when she came home with her Japanese
pillow under her arm. She had ordered a new bed with a hard mattress and
short legs, and when it was delivered around 5.30 it was put into the former
nursery. By evening she had turned this room into her 'headache-workshop',
and most likely she was happy to have a 'legal' place to bed down instead of
our bedroom. And actually I was happy too.
By Tuesday she had only had one severe headache and two minor ones
which were cured without medicine. So she left for Dr. Arthwell full of
enthusiasm and in good spirits.
I didn't get any tape of the Tuesday session, but a call from his office to
mine.
- Alcott speaking.
- This is Dr. Arthwell. Hello.
- Hello, Dr. Arthwell. How was today's session?
- Very well, indeed. I'm sure I have won your wife's trust, and not only
is she going to get better headache-wise, but I have installed the first sexual
block in her mind.
- Sounds interesting.
- Well, listen carefully, because it is important these first 5 or 6 weeks
that you do not press your luck - and that you report back to me fuck by fuck.
- Sure, I'm listening - Oh, am I listening.
- Your wife has been conditioned with some movements. Whenever for
the next week she feels a headache coming up she'll ask you for a massage of
her forehead. And you'll follow her to her new bed. When she is stretched out
on her back you'll wave your right hand in front of her eyes and then snap
your fingers. Your sign that the conditioning is working, will be that she feels
hot and sits up again to remove all her clothes. Then you will rub her
forehead for a few minutes, and then you can freely play with her tits, her
belly and her cunt. BUT DO NOT FUCK HER ! Not yet. And make sure that she
doesn't orgasm - yet. You can touch her and masturbate yourself for all you
want. When you are finished you just cover her up with the bedsheet and
leave the room till she wakes up again and comes out into your livingroom.
Are you sure you understand this?
- Yes, I'm definitely sure. And I shall be careful not to be carried away.
When I got home from the office Lonnie was there, doing household
chores with a smile and humming as she did.
- You seem to be in a good mood. Did you have a nice session with Dr.
Arthwell?
- Oh, yes. I think that man is a wizard. I got some new pills to try out,
and then he told me to persuade you to help me in some situations.
- Well, if you tell me which, I may tell you 'yes' or 'no'.
- He thinks painkillers should only be the last resort. He wants you to
massage my forehead if I feel a headache coming on. Could you do that for
me?
- I really don't know. I wouldn't know how to do it, and I'm not sure I
want to do it.
- Oh, please Peter. I'll show you how, and you should be such a great
help to me.
So Lonnie taught me and I waited.
Chapter 6.
Wednesday evening she told me she could feel a headache coming up,
and would I please give her a massage?
Everything worked as planned. The fingersnapping worked perfectly,
and for the first time in many years I saw her naked body by the light of the
bedside lamp. Actually the years had been good to her body and she looked
quite inviting lying there on her back. I nearly forgot to give her the massage
first, but I definitely enjoyed her tits, her belly and her cunt ! And she did too.
Just a minute of touching had her clit stand out, and she voluntarily spread
her legs to give me access to her slit. A minute more and she was dripping
wet! That resulted in my first satisfactory wank for years, where Lonni was
the object of my fantasies and my reality. WOW. And thank you Dr. Arthwell ! !
Half an hour later she returned to our livingroom wearing her
housecoat plus a smile on her face.
- Hi, again. So soon?
- Oh, yes. And thank you SO much for your help. You see, the headache
didn't develop, thanks to your help, and I feel a whole lot better.
- Yes, you look like it. But it's also thanks to Dr. Arthwell.
- Oh, sure. Isn't he clever? He predicted all of this, you know.
- No, I don't know. Tell me.
- He said, that if you would help me with the massage I could avoid the
headache. And the only price I'd pay was, that I'd feel hot all over. But then I
should not feel bad about it. After all you ARE my husband.
- That's right.
- Well, thank you, anyway. And now I'm going to have a cool shower,
and then I'm off to bed.
I'll come up later, dear.
I stayed in the livingroom for another hour contemplating this very
positive turn of events. Then I had a shower too, and off to bed beside Lonnie
who was splayed out on her back in a thin night-gown I had not seen for
years.
That was pretty much the events of Friday and Sunday nights too plus
a Saturday afternoon where I almost lost my head and was close to jumping
her bones.
Chapter 7.
Tuesday afternoon on the phone: - Hello, Mr. Alcott. And how are you
proceeding?
- Things have improved considerably, I'll have to say.
- And this week will be even better. Ready for your instructions?
I was allowed to put my cock into her vagina for the next week. No hard
fucking, though. Only slow movements. And right before I was ready to come
I should pull out and sit in a chair beside the bed to watch a show.
- And be careful not to weigh her down with your body. She may snap
out of her trance if she feels enclosed.
Lonnie was happy and active when I came home. We went to bed
around half past ten, and I had given up any sex for that evening. But at 11
she woke me up.
- Peter. I'm so sorry to wake you up. Couldn't you be a dear and give
me a massage?
- What? At this time of the night?
- I know, dear. And I feel so sorry for disturbing you. But it helps me so
much.
I feigned reluctance, but of course I gave in, and we trotted of to the
'headache-laboratory'.
Same procedure - only this time, when she was dripping wet from my
manipulating her clitoris, I climbed on the bed, and willingly she spread her
legs. God, it was delicious to have my cock back in a hot, wet pussy. Actually
I had been without for so long, that it only took me two minutes of heavenly
slow fucking till I reached the point of return. I pulled out and sat down in the
chair waiting.
Lonni shocked me when she started to groan, and her right hand
moved down across her belly, through her black bush, and her middle finger
separated her cuntlips to allow her to masturbate her clit, slowly and
deliciously. I was watching in awe, and soon I was stroking my very stiff cock
in tune with her masturbation, and we exploded simultaneously, four feet
apart!
I covered her up, cleaned up in the bathroom, and returned to my bed.
Not a word was mentioned next day, but for the whole week the pattern
seemed to be for her to get a premonition of a headache late in the evening,
and for three more nights I dipped my cock in her cunt which seemed to
become more and more willing.
Waiting for Lonnies next step upwards wasn't that easy. But definitely
my cock was feeling a lot better, just like Lonnie was, judging from the look
on her face. She was smiling a lot more, she was a hell of a lot kinder around
the house, and her headaches seemed to stay at the premonition-stage.
Next Tuesday, when I knew she was at Dr. Arthwell's, the personal
phone on my desk rang.
- This is Dr. Arthwell. Can you give me a few minutes where we can talk
freely?
I sent my secretary back to her own office and said: - Now, Dr. Arthwell,
I'm all alone. What's the problem?
- I've found a so-called block in Lonnie's subconscious mind, and I
need your help or your permission to handle the matter myself.
- I'm listening.
- Her resistance against admitting lust and realise that she's having a
cock pleasuring her pussy is very strong. I will have to bring her back and
forth between two levels of trance while she is slowly fucked to orgasm
without her knowing.
- I see.
- So I want you to come to my office immediately to help me by fucking
Lonnie.
- Dr. Arthwell, I can't very well leave my office now. In two or three
hours maybe, but no sooner. Can't it wait?
- I'm afraid not. You see, I did not anticipate a block this size, so I'm
having her in a trance right now, and it is imperative that she is fucked before
I call her out of it. Otherwise we shall go back to a situation even worse than
when we started, because I should have to remove all things done up till now.
- I'm terribly sorry, but it is absolutely impossible for me to leave now.
Over the next two hours I have two very important negotiations which can be
decisive to our company.
- That's too bad for you, Mr. Alcott.
- What did you think of, when you mentioned you could handle it
yourself?
- It's something I really don't like, Mr. Alcott, but if you give me
permission to be your substitute Lonnie will never know, and this is strictly
professional. You have no reason for jealousy.
My head was spinning. For sure I didn't want him to fuck Lonnie, but
on the other hand I didn't want to miss my wet pussy again.
- Can you make her believe that she has been fucked by me, if she
needs to know at all?
- Of course. She'll never know it was I who removed that block.
Reluctantly I gave him my permission, but without feeling too sure
about it. I had a bit of a hard time concentrating at my meetings. Images of Dr.
Arthwell fucking my wife kept forming to my inner eye, but fortunately I was
able to end up the negotiations with an extremely favourable deal. In the
afternoon my secretary brought coffee to my desk and I had time to consider
what had happened in the morning. If Lonnie didn't know what had happened
it should be up to me to digest it. And strangely enough that went a lot faster
than I should have imagined. Actually the idea itself was quite erotic, and I
was very surprised to realise that I was getting a hardon at the thought.
By three Dr. Arthwell called me on the private line. He informed me, that
everything had gone as planned. He told me, he had conditioned her to
become horny at 10 o'clock this evening. When she heard our 'grandfather's
clock' strike 10 she would go into a mild trance and invite me to go to bed.
He wanted to be sure, that I knew she was still in a trance, and that I should
not fuck her hard and vigorously. A slow and loving fuck would be the thing,
and Lonnie would be conditioned to reach an orgasm very easily. I was
allowed to come in her cunt and to enjoy how horny she could become.
- She has still got her inhibitions towards oral sex, so please do not try
anything of the kind. And give me a call tomorrow morning and report to me.
That is important at the present stage.
- And how did Lonnie react to your fucking her?
- As part of her treatment her reactions were very satisfactory. You have
no reason for concern.
chapter 8.
Well. Ten o'clock had me on tenderhooks. Lonnie's eyes glazed over
and she rose to ask me:
- Well, dear. Isn't it time to go to bed?
- Are you tired, dear?
- No, I shouldn't say that. But I'd like to get you to bed BEFORE we are
too tired.
- You are making me curious.
- I would like ever so much to have you fill up a void for me.
- If I can I'll gladly do that for you. What do you have in mind?
- If we are too tired that fine cock of yours will not be up to its best, and
that's what my little wet void wants, dear.
I almost had a heart attack. Never ever had she said anything remotely
like it. My cock showed a lot of co-operation and stood at attention
immediately.
- Oh, I see you are not too tired, dear. Let's go, shall we?
She took my hand, then she put her other arm round my waist, and led
me upstairs. She pushed me down on the bed and proceeded to undress me.
When I was naked she undressed with a hint of a stripteaseshow in her
movements. God, she still had a beautiful body. She climbed on the bed and
pressed her soft skin against mine and kissed me with passion. Heaven
descended on our bed when she took my hand and led it down to her dark,
furry triangle and whispered: - Feel how wet I am. I am so ready for you. Will
you please make love to me? I need you right now.
Evidently she had no need for an extended foreplay, and slowly and
lovingly I rolled over and lay down on top of her. Smiling she spread her slim
thighs and raised her head to kiss me while she grabbed my cock and
directed it to the entrance of her cunt.
- Give it to me now, she whispered.
She was so wet and hot. I slid all the way into her in one long
mindshattering movement. She showered my cock with juice and began small
rocking movements of her hips which made the tip of my cock push up and
down on her cervix. I started a slow, deliberate movement in and out of her
cunt. All the way out till only the head was buried between her lips, and then a
long, slow slide till my pubic hairs were tickling her clitoris.
- Mmm. This is so wonderful. I love you so much Peter. Oh, my God it is
so good.
I had never heard her use Gods name for anything but prayers, but I
sure liked it.
- You are gorgeous, dear. I love to see your breasts move when I push
into you.
Goddamn-it she smiled and said: - Then push again and see them
jiggle!
- You are so pretty, and I love you, Lonnie.
- And your cock is so perfectly long that I'm going to come in a very
short time.
By now she was breathing in short gasps and her thighs clasped firmly
round my hips. She kept raising her ass from the mattress to meet my thrusts,
and suddenly for the first time in our long marriage she let out a deep groan,
which a little later turned into a yell: - Oh, my God. I'm coming. It's so
wonderful to have your cock in me. I'm coming Peter, aaaarrrhhh, so
wonderful, ooohhhh. Put it all the way into me, love. I'M COMING, I'M
COMING.
Her cunt started contracting in a series of short and fast spasms, and I
felt as if I poured my brain down my spine, out through my cock and into her
dripping, contracting cunt. Her yelling had stopped, but she clasped her legs
round my body to keep my cock buried in her, and her arms folded round me.
She kissed me and made little cooing sounds deep in her throat, and in only
three or four minutes she was sound asleep, and her legs fell down from my
body, her arms were splayed out on the bedsheet, and her breathing became
slow and regular.
That night, at 10.48 I couldn't very well have cared less, that Dr.
Arthwell had fucked her earlier in the day. If that was what it took to transform
her into the woman I had just made love to, it was OK with me !
Next morning I called dr. Arthwell to report. If he was not satisfied with
my explanations he'd pose a few questions.
- Very well, Mr. Alcott. Up till now the treatment has been satisfactory,
and it is up to you to continue. Remember, she is still under hypnosis when
she seems to be so loving and ready to fuck. But you'd want her to be so
without the hypnosis, wouldn't you?
- Of course Dr. Arthwell. It's a wonderful change, but it is not real,
really.
- You are quite right. Now listen. It is important, that you make love to
her every night till next Tuesday. Do you think you can live up to it, or do you
want me to prescribe you some Viagra?
- I don't think I'll have any trouble.
- You don't think. But I ask you: Are you sure?
- Nobody can be.
- That is a very sensible remark. Shows that your sense of reality is
working. I have better write out that prescription, just in case. I'll send it to
your office today, so you can pick it up at any drugstore you want. And by the
way: Keep your calendar free next Tuesday in case I need you. Lonnie is
scheduled for 10 to ten-thirty.
- OK. I'll try to keep it open. And thank you, Dr. Arthwell.
- Goodbye, then.
Over the week Lonnie progressed by her own accord so I almost forgot
that she was still under hypnosis. When the clock struck ten Monday night
there was nothing demure about her. Her eyes glazed over all right, but she
stood up, turned towards me and lifted up her skirt, showing that she was
wearing not panties, and asked me:
- My dear, I think you have got a nice little gift for this nice little pussy,
haven't you?
For a second I wondered how she could have prepared to shock me by
wearing no panties. She was not hypnotised when she made that decision, or
was she?
In our bedroom she proceeded showing off. A veritable stripshow was
taking place, and she was vocal at that. Beyond imagination.
- I think I have better take off this shirt. I know how you like to see my
tits juggle, don't you? Ohhh, no, that is when you fuck me you like to watch
them, you naughty man. Off went the shirt. No bra ! (wondering again!) She
stretched out her arms and moved her shoulders like a burlesque dancer and
her beautiful tits with the upturned nipples jiggled right in front of my nose.
- I'm getting so hot under my skirt. Do you think you could help me
taking it off? I think my little pussy needs a bit of air to cool off.
Of course I helped her - and that was it, shirt and skirt off and she was
naked. She sat down on the bed and said: - Now I want to see you strip for
me. Maybe you have something for me under all those clothes.
Really, I'm not that much of a dancer, and I know I should have looked
ridiculous had I tried to put up a show. But I stripped all right and Lonnie let
out a deep sigh when I pulled down my boxershorts and my cock slapped
back and hit my stomach. She let herself fall back across the bed with her
legs still on the floor and her ass close to the edge.
- Look, my love. Have you got a present for my little pussy?
- Certainly, my dear. Do you want it now, little pussy.
- Right inside me, and as fast as possible.
Unfortunately our bed is of the wrong hight. Kneeling my cock could
not reach her pussy, and standing on my feet her cunt was way under my
cock and the position was very strenuous. I gave up and proceeded to lift her
legs and try to turn her the ninety degrees I needed. But again she shocked
me:
- Oh, no. I want to lie like this. But I think the Japanese bed in the
'headache laboratory' is of the proper hight.
She rose, took my hand and led the way, wilfully jiggling her tits and
ass obscenely. She immediately took up the same position, spread her legs
wide to show her furry black bush and the pink, wet lips hidden in it.
- And now I want you to kneel and fuck me good and everlasting. My
little void feels so wet and empty.
My cock was hard as steel, and it slipped easily into Lonnie. And the
hight of the bed was perfect. My cock would slide along to top of her vagina,
passing her G-spot and pushing its way against and past her cervix to hit
bottom when it was buried to the hilt. After some minutes of this wonderful
slow fucking Lonnie was breathing hard, and suddenly she opened her eyes
again and looked at me.
- If you want to see my tits jiggle you'll have to fuck me a little harder,
dear. And I shall love you for it.
Her smile and her eyes were igniting me something fierce, and for the
next two minutes I was constantly accelerating speed or power. Her beautiful
tits were jumping around on her ribcage, she had long passed the point of
moaning. When I was getting close she was yelling out loud, her belly was
contracting in orgasm after orgasm, and when I came myself - pumping hot
sperm up her juicy cunt, she screamed: OOHHH, YESSS, YESSS, MY GOD, IT
IS WONDERFUL. FILL UP MY VOID. DO IT. FILL ME. FUCK ME. I THINK I'M
DYYYIIIIIINNNNGG.
After much kissing and fondling we returned to our bedroom where
Lonnie just stretched out on her back and was sound asleep a few minutes
later. So was I, and my last thoughts concerned themselves with what to
expect from Tuesday.
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