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The Wonders of Hypnosis
By Jennifer Doalfer
Copyright 2000 Jennifer Doalfer
FF/M+, Voy, Exhib, mild SM)
Preface:
I would like to point out that this story is written especially
for publication. I have included actions which I honestly don't
care much for myself, but which I have understood that my readers
like to read. If you are one of my readers who likes the intimacy
of my stories and the feeling that you get to know me through my
stories, then please don't take the content of this story as an
indication of my true feelings.
The Wonders of Hypnosis
Copyright 2000 by Jennifer Doalfer
I am sorry to say that many years ago I was a smoker. I know that
doesn't go very well with being a medical student, as I was at the
time, but the studying was hard and I needed the cigarettes to
relax. When I graduated I decided to stop, but I couldn't. I was
getting rather desperate. I thought I had a fairly good
character, and I had always been sure I could stop anytime.
So when one of my good friends suggested I should try hypnosis, I
was willing to try, even though I had always been a strongly
sceptical. My friend Brian, however, insisted that this guy who
was Egyptian, was fantastic and that he had got one of his friends
off 60 cigarettes a day. As I was under 20 a day, but still
feeling that was a burden, I thought that, maybe, this guy might
actually be able do something for me. So I booked a time to go and
see him, and one afternoon a couple of weeks later, I went along.
I was received by a beautiful girl who was obviously also
Egyptian.
"Please come in. Sit down and relax," she said.
I looked around. Even though this was in a completely normal flat
in one of the better parts of Copenhagen, everything inside was
Egyptian, even down to the smell of incense. I was in a large
room divided by a thick curtain, almost like a carpet, the way I
imagine the Bedouins have the interior of their tents separated.
"My father is still busy with his last client, but he should be
out in a short time. You can't always tell how long these sessions
are going to last," she added apologetically.
I smiled back. I just hoped that I wasn't going to change my mind
in the meantime. Fortunately I didn't have to wait long. I never
saw the previous client, as that person was ushered out behind
another curtain, which covered the way to the door. I could hear
a muffled conversation, apparently between the girl and her father
before he came out to greet me. He was a rather small man. Not
ugly, not particularly old, but in some way strangely mysterious.
The first thing I really noticed about him was his eyes, which
were large, round, and almost black. I already found them
mesmerising, thinking about what it would be like staring into the
eyes of a snake. But I didn't feel uncomfortable. I guess I
would have been disappointed if he had been a completely normal-
looking man. He certainly fitted the part of a hypnotist.
"Hello to you then," he said in the same broken Danish I had heard
before.
He held the curtain to the side so I could step through the
opening. He kept it open, indicating with his head that his
daughter should leave. I got the impression she didn't want to,
but that she was frightened to disobey him. She quickly slipped
out and I heard the main door close and the lock click.
I felt slightly worried, but he smiled a very warm and reassuring
smile.
"Please sit there in the large chair," he said, as he indicated a
large, very cosy looking chair, a mixture between a chair and a
bed. It looked very Egyptian as well. I could imagine a slim
Egyptian goddess resting on it smoking a long thin black
cigarette. The thought of the cigarette reminded me of why I was
there.
I almost had to climb into the chair, but once I sat down I could
understand why he was using furniture like that. It was extremely
comfortable, and I had no problem finding a relaxing position. He
didn't speak for a while.
"Have you ever tried hypnosis before?" he wanted to know.
"No," I replied
"Do you believe in the possibilities of hypnosis?" It was asked
very neutrally, but I wanted to be careful about answering it.
"I admit I am sceptical, but on the other hand if I didn't believe
in its possibilities I wouldn't be here now."
"True enough," he said with a friendly smile. "It is common that
people need to have experienced the effects of it before they
fully believe in it, but as long as you are receptive it shouldn't
be a problem being sceptical."
"Okay then," he said, and started out in way I hadn't anticipated.
I had expected a pendulum, or him staring into my eyes and telling
me to go to sleep. Instead, he asked me to imagine arriving at a
tropical beach, leaving my single-seater outrigger, and walking
across the fine and soft sand into a narrow jungle path taking me
up a mountain. As I walked along he described the feeling of the
sand, the colour of the flowers and the sounds. Soon I really
felt as if I was walking in the jungle, up the path and finding a
small temple. Inside was a hot spring that flowed into a pool. He
told me to get undressed and immerse myself in the pool, relax and
leave all my worries and stress from the civilised world behind
me.
"You are now in a totally relaxed position," he told me, and I
could only agree. I really was. You almost feel weightless in
the water and the minerals in the water make you dozy and sleepy.
Rest your head against the edge of the pool and fall into a light
sleep where you will be very receptive to all I am going to tell
you."
He told me to go to a journey inside myself. He took me back to a
room inside myself, where I could sit in an elevated position and
look down on myself and my inner feelings. His voice had changed
into a soft, persuasive, persistent droning, which made we want to
sleep.
He showed me how I had a pool of desires, of food, comfort, sex,
sleep, and smoking.
"You have the same total pool of desires. What we need you to do
is convert some of the unwanted desires into a stronger feeling
for some of the other desires, so that there is no more room in
the pool for the unwanted ones. The strongest desire, and the one
easiest to convert to without either sleeping or eating too much,
is sex. I want you to concentrate on your desire for sex. Think
back to some of the best sex you have had,"
He paused while I easily found one of my most recent experiences,
which had, indeed, been very good.
"Now think of some unfulfilled desire and get deep into dreaming,
or imagining a way where that could happen."
That was much harder, but I had recently been at a swimming pool
where I had noticed two guys staring at me. Later I had imagined
what it would be like if I had met them in the changing room
afterwards. In my dream the two guys actually walked into my
temple in the jungle, undressed, and joined me in the pool. It
wasn't long before I was imagining us having sex there in the
water.
I guess he must have been observing my rate of breathing, because
as I was getting quite excited from my dream, he interrupted me
with his soft voice, "I want you to concentrate on the feelings
you have now. Next time you think that you need a cigarette, you
will be experiencing this feeling and emotion instead. You will
feel that if you take the cigarette, you won't be able to feel
like this again. That it is the choice between feeling the
pleasure of the cigarette or the pleasure of sex. Do you
understand that?"
I nodded and said yes, even though I didn't fully understand it. I
understood his command and I was concentrating on being able to
carry it out, but I didn't really understand or believe that I
could feel like that, just from wanting a cigarette.
"It is very important that in the following weeks, you have a lot
of strong sexual activity. You need to make your mind understand
that the desire for cigarettes can be overcome with your desire
for, and the pleasures of sex. Do you have a regular partner in
your life right now?"
"No, I haven't had a steady boyfriend for some time now, and I
haven't had sex for more than a month." I hadn't really intended
to say that, but I felt I had no secrets I couldn't tell him.
"As your desire for cigarettes gets converted into desires for
sex, it is very important that you fulfil those desires, so that
your subconscious will accept the switch. I will now give you
some further instructions. These will be stored in your
subconscious mind, and when you wake from your present state, you
will not remember any of them, but you will obey the instructions
carefully. Do you understand that?"
"Yes," I understood that, and was willing to accept it.
"When you hear somebody offering you a cigarette you will decline,
but if the same person says the words, 'take the whole pack', in
any connection, this will be a trigger sentence meant for you.
From that point on you will lose any inhibitions. You will accept
any offers or suggestions being put to you. You will feel a
strong urge to exhibit yourself and you will take off your clothes
if asked. You will be in a state where you will accept any
advances or sexual suggestions made to you."
"The next trigger sentence you must remember is, 'I can see you
don't need that'. When you hear that you will feel very strong
sexual desires. Your breasts will be very receptive to touch, and
you will feel a burning desire to have somebody touch, fondle or
kiss them. You will feel a strong desire to touch yourself between
the legs or have somebody do it to you. You will become very wet
and feel you must have sex right then and there. You will not
care where, or with whom, but you must have an orgasm as soon as
possible. The sex will feel very, very good to you, and in this
state you will have very strong orgasms. You will only be able to
think about sex and of getting as much as possible. You will feel
no inhibitions as all."
"The last trigger sentence you must remember is, 'stub it out'.
This will bring you to a state where you will slowly return to
your normal self. You will stop feeling sexually aroused, but you
will feel pleasantly satisfied. You will get dressed and assume
the activity and conversation you were engaged in when you heard
the first trigger sentence. After that you will forget all that
happened, but you will have a strong feeling, that the rejection
of the cigarette, has given you fulfilment of a different, and
much stronger desire. You will know that it was this rejection
which made you feel so good."
"Notice that when you wake up you will not remember that you have
been given these instructions, but you will, all the time, be
listening for the trigger sentences, and react to them when you
hear them. Do you understand that?"
"I do." I certainly did. I had no idea where this would lead,
but the instructions were very clear and I had a strong feeling of
a need to comply. I was certainly going to do this if I should
hear those sentences. I didn't know what situations it might
bring me into, but I appreciated the theory of converting desires,
and if this was what it took, and if I could have some good sex at
the same time, then that was fine with me.
He now guided me back from the pool. Feeling the cool breeze and
hearing the sound of the birds. Dressing and walking to the
beach, getting into the outrigger and leaving the shore. I
opened my eyes. I was surprised I had closed them. I wasn't even
aware of closing them. I was strangely unaware of how much time
had passed. I felt I was oddly short of breath, but otherwise I
felt fine. I thought back to the journey through the jungle, and
remembered everything clearly. I understood the need for the
replacing of desires, and the sense in using sex, one of my
strongest desires, as that replacement. I was surprised, however,
at remembering him telling me about the trigger sentences. I
remember hearing him saying that I wasn't supposed to remember
those instructions. I did remember, but I felt a bit
disappointed. Maybe the rest of it wouldn't work either then.
"How are you feeling now?" he asked me.
"Fine, very relaxed," I lied. I felt a bit confused, but I didn't
want to tell him. I didn't want to let him know that I doubted
him. Also I found the instructions a bit embarrassing now, and it
would perhaps be better just to forget about the whole thing.
"How would you like a cigarette now then," he asked as be brought
out a pack and offered me one.
"No thanks," I said with a smile, knowing he was testing me. I
was very much aware of being in the process of converting the
desire. I found myself thinking about the last time I had had
sex, and the pleasure I had experienced. No way was I going to
give that up for a cigarette. I felt quite pleased with myself
for making it work. Maybe there was something in it after all.
"You can take the whole pack," he said as he closed it and offered
it to me.
I shook my head as I realised that that was the trigger sentence I
was supposed to look out for, but not know about. I knew he was
still just testing me, but I was surprised to find that I was
feeling very grateful that he was giving me this opportunity and
helping me. Actually, I would probably do anything he asked me; I
was just waiting for instructions.
"I want you to unbutton your shirt," he said quietly.
I could see nothing wrong in that. We were, after all, just
testing if the hypnosis worked. I wanted to let him think that it
did. Actually, I quite liked the idea of letting him see my
breasts. When I consciously accepted to obey him, I was surprised
to find that my hand had already undone half the buttons. As
usual I wore no bra. I unbuttoned the shirt all the way down, and
had to pull it out of my trousers to get the bottom ones undone.
When they were all undone, I looked over at him. His eyes met
mine. They were soft and not unpleasant at all. Even though he
had not asked me to I wanted to pull the shirt open to let him see
my breasts. As a matter of fact, I felt a strong desire to do so.
I looked down my front as I opened the shirt, completely baring my
breasts to him. I could see the cooler air was making the nipples
react. I didn't know what to do, but if he had come and touched
them, I would happily have let him do so. Actually, he could do
anything to me he wanted. I felt really grateful towards him.
"Take it off completely," he said, and of course I did that. I
felt like I was lying in the pool. It was so comfortable.
He looked at the pack of cigarettes still in his hand and said, "I
can see you don't need these."
I didn't even get time to reflect on the fact that this was the
second trigger sentence. I don't know if it was the hypnosis
working, or whether it was my exhibitionistic tendencies but just
those words made me know that this was more that just proving that
the commands worked. I looked down at myself and noticed my
nipples had become very erect. I wanted to touch them, but I felt
just a slight pang of embarrassment from doing so while he was
staring at me. That didn't last long. I didn't really care. He
was my mentor. I was in a process of converting my desires, and
why shouldn't he be allowed to watch that? I looked up and saw
his eyes resting on my breasts. I felt myself go wet. I was
wriggling a bit in the seat, trying to get my panties to rub
against my pussy, which felt on fire. My fingers found my nipples
and started to rub them the way I love. I leant my head back
against the pillow and arched my back so my breasts stood out more
prominently.
"Now lift up your skirt and remove you panties," he said, in the
same soft voice.
Oh, that was just exactly what I was burning to do. I wanted to
show him the effect his words were having on me. What a good
patient I was, that I was obeying his commands, and that I was
converting my pleasures. I pulled the skirt all the way up over
my hips and quickly removed my panties. I pulled up my legs and
spread them as much as I could. I gripped the insides of my
thighs, pulling them apart, offering him a perfect view of my
pussy, which I keep nicely trimmed, and leaving the lips
completely bare.
"I want you to bring yourself to an orgasm, and I want you to
think about the pleasures you are feeling, that you are only
feeling them because you rejected the cigarette," he said, in his
soft persuasive voice.
Of course I knew that. This was only part of the therapy, but it
felt so good. I really wanted to keep rejecting cigarettes so I
could continue feeling like this. My hands slipped down to my
pussy. I spread the lips, feeling so randy. If he had wanted to
make love to me now I would have let him do it, no problem. As it
was, he didn't make any move, so I just plunged two fingers inside
me, rubbing them in and out, trying the best I could to mimic the
movements of the dick I really was dreaming of having inside me.
Meanwhile the fingers of my other hand had found my clitoris. It
was just so sensitive that it only took a few careful strokes
before I started losing it. I lost contact with reality, or
whatever you could call my present state, and just concentrated on
my feelings. I think I was shaking my head from side to side and
crying out, as the work of my fingers sped up.
When the first waves of the orgasm hit me, I bucked as my stomach
muscles contracted. I happened to look at my mentor who was
staring at me. I could see drops of sweat rolling down his
forehead. I felt happy that this was having an effect on him,
that it wasn't purely clinical. He saw me watching him, and he
smiled an approving smile and nodded for me to go on. Not that I
could have stopped even if I wanted to. Apart from the exquisite
pleasure I found from my fingers, there was also the added
excitement of actually doing this in front of a guy. This was one
of my great exhibitionistic dreams coming true. I stared into his
eyes all the way though the orgasm. I didn't want it to stop, so
I kept up the movements past the point where I normally felt it
too much to go on, and was rewarded with the immediate knowledge
that the next orgasm was about to hit me. Looking into his eyes I
kept telling myself, as he had instructed, that this was the
result of converting my desire for the cigarettes. As I collapsed
in the spasms of the next gigantic orgasm, I could only think
about how grateful I felt for this opportunity to drop smoking
cigarettes in this way.
I felt completely spent. This had been such a strong sensation.
I was out of breath, I was sweaty and would have been happy if I
could just go to sleep, right there like that, in his presence.
He stood up, and as he put a hand carefully on the inside of one
of my thighs, he looked into my eyes and said, "I think we can
stub that out now". That was the first time he had actually
touched me and it felt electric. I quickly recovered myself, and
without being told to, I knew I would have to get dressed and get
back to reality. I got off the chair to get my panties from the
floor, and when I turned around I was alone. I dressed quickly,
found a mirror over a hand washbasin in the corner of the room,
and did the best I could to brush my hair into a decent shape
again. I could have done with some makeup but I hadn't brought
any along, so I just washed the worst of the perspiration off my
face.
When I turned around again he was back in the room again, watching
me.
"I hope you believe more in the powers of hypnosis now. You seem
very receptive and I am sure it will work fine with you. If,
after some weeks, you feel the need for sex instead of the
cigarettes becomes a liability, then please come back, and we can
adjust the need for crossover desires, to your reduced need for
cigarettes at that time."
"Thank you, very much. This has been a very pleasant experience,
and I am sure that it will work - I can feel that it will!" I
said, knowing that I really couldn't let him know that I had been
very aware of what had been happening, and that I hadn't, as
instructed, forgotten all about the sexual experience.
I got my purse out ready to pay him, but he looked almost
offended.
"That has been taken care of. Don't worry about money now, my
dear," he said, and gave me a hug goodbye.
He led me out through a side door, and I was soon down on the
street. Only then did it hit me what had actually happened in
there. God, I thought to myself, did I really do that? I knew I
had. I had no problems at all remembering. I also knew that the
hypnosis worked because, despite my history of not shying away
from any possibility of a sexual experience, I was very much aware
that I had been 'conned' into this. I would not, under normal
circumstances, have done what I had. As I walked down the street
in a daze, I also realised that I had enjoyed it, and that if this
was what was necessary to do in order to drop the smoking, I would
happily do it again. I managed to get all the way home before I
felt the need for a cigarette, but I was very relieved to realise
I had no problem concentrating my desires on sex instead. I was
surprised however, how strong the sexual feelings were. Just
thinking about a cigarette made me wet.
I decided to accept the situation. I put on my best rock album
and settling in the bathtub, dreamt up an exciting sexual
encounter. It wasn't long before I had myself lathered and rubbed
into another orgasm. I felt that as long as I could convert my
desire for smoking into this kind of pleasures, I knew I wouldn't
need any more cigarettes. My last thoughts, however, before I
turned out the light over my bed, were how I should get through
the day tomorrow, without spending all day in the bathroom
*converting* my desires.
The next day started off so busy, I wouldn't even have had time
for a cigarette, even if I had still been smoking. Later in the
morning I met Brian who looked equally stressed.
"Hi Jenny. What a morning! I am glad it is not me quitting
smoking today. I really need one," he said as he made his way
towards our hiding place in the storeroom. Smoking was not really
allowed in the hospital, but it was generally accepted, that due
to the stress, some staff just couldn't live without it, so one of
the storerooms had been fitted out with extra ventilation and an
air purifier.
I automatically made to follow him, when I remembered I didn't
smoke any more.
"Brian," I called out, "stop a minute. I don't smoke any more, as
you may remember."
He stopped and looked back at me in a funny, querying way.
"Of course you don't smoke anymore," he laughed. "You went to my
Egyptian friend yesterday, didn't you?"
"Yes I did," I said defiantly, "and it works. I haven't had a
cigarette since yesterday morning."
"Okay, but I haven't stopped yet, and I need a smoke now. Come
along and tell me about yesterday. You can prove to me that you
don't feel any more desire for cigarettes." He smiled as he
waved me along.
I went along feeling certain I would have no problems. I would
just think about sex, I said to myself with a smile. That
shouldn't be difficult with Brian about. He was always joking
about sex. He was becoming a very good friend, and if he hadn't
been a colleague, I would have accepted his advances a long time
ago. I just didn't want to start my career as a doctor with a
relationship with another doctor. That would just be too clich
for words.
The storeroom had windows all along the side next to the corridor,
so we had to hide in the back behind the second row of shelves.
That had the advantage that we could see through the shelves and
extinguish the cigarettes and pretend to be looking for stores if
security should come around. They were the only ones who still
were not accepting that smoking took place in the stores. I guess
they were responsible for fire safety as well, and they didn't
like the idea of smoking going on in a storeroom with laundry and
linen.
By the time I reached the back of the stores Brian had already got
his cigarettes out and was lighting up.
"Are you sure you don't want one," he asked with a big smile.
"Yes, I am very sure. I really don't need it any more," and
immediately found my thought drifting off towards the pleasures of
my bath last night.
I must have had a dreamy look on my face, for Brian looked at me
strangely.
"I guess that Egyptian hypnosis worked then," he muttered more or
less to himself.
He looked at me oddly as he fished the cigarettes out of his
pocket again.
"I guess you can take the whole pack then," he said in an
uncertain, questioning way.
I stiffened. There was no doubt this was the trigger sentence I
had been told to listen for and it wasn't just said by chance.
The sentence didn't fit well into the conversation we just had. I
knew that the only explanation was that Brian also knew the
trigger sentence, and knew what I had been told to do when I heard
it. I stared at him. I felt hot. If that was what he wanted
then I would give it to him. I didn't know if it was the hypnosis
that worked, or it was the realisation that this man, who I felt
attracted to, had just told me, in a secret way, that he wanted
me. I didn't want to let down the Egyptian. I had been told what
to do if I wanted to stop smoking, and I was going to carry it
through, no matter what. If, as a side benefit, I could have sex
with one of the best looking doctors, and be able to pretend
afterwards that it had never happened, so much the better.
I was aware that we were vulnerable in the storeroom, but this was
where the trigger words had been said, so this was where it had to
happen. I didn't care. Let them all come and watch, I thought.
Brian was staring at me. I still had given no indication that his
words were having any effect on me.
I took the pack of cigarettes he was still offering me. I didn't
look at it, I just put on a shelf.
"Thanks," I said, as I kept staring at him. "What do you want me
to do?"
He gave a start, as if woken from a dream. He hesitated a bit,
and then said as if out of breath, "I want you to take off your
clothes."
Again I was surprised to find that my hands obediently started to
unbutton my white uniform dress, even before I had consciously
decided to do it. But there was no way I wasn't going to do it.
I desperately wanted him to see me naked. I knew he had tried to
hide looking at me when we changed into the scrubs (the green
outfits we wear when in the operating theatre). I would always
get very hot when operating, and I only wore underwear under the
scrubs. We had often helped each other into the scrubs (which had
to be put on without being touched on the outside by anything that
wasn't sterile). For that reason I always wore very decent
underwear, but I was always very much conscious of him watching me
while I put on the scrubs over my head.
I had the dress unbuttoned and slipped it over my shoulders, and
catching it behind me, I laid it over the back of a chair next to
me. This was the state he had seen before, but as I put my hands
behind my back to undo my bra, Brian's breathing almost stopped.
I paused slightly to see the effect. He looked up into my eyes,
questioningly. But as soon as I undid the hook and slipped out of
the bra, his eyes shifted to my exposed breasts. I enjoyed him
staring at my breasts, with my nipples starting to rise. I didn't
stop but continued undressing by sliding my panties down. As I
stepped out of them, I moved all the way up against him, put my
arms behind his head, and pulled myself up to his lips for a kiss.
He was holding me tight while we kissed, and I could feel his dick
straining in the loose jogging trousers he normally wore under his
white coat, now open. I felt strangely exhilarated standing
there, completely naked up against him, just waiting for his next
command.
He pushed me a bit away so he could look at me.
"You are just so beautiful," he said, with obvious admiration in
his voice. "There isn't one single male in this department who
wouldn't give their right arm to see you like this. Everybody is
talking about you. Seeing you like this, in here, is just so
incredibly arousing."
He grabbed the pack of cigarettes off the shelf and said, "I can
see you don't need these anymore." The second trigger sentence.
I knew it was coming, and I was already halfway there, but I was
surprised at the intensity of the excitement these words instilled
in me. I almost felt dizzy. I got such a strong urge to touch
myself that I couldn't stop myself. I leant my head back, closed
my eyes, and grabbed my breasts with both hands. I had hardly
touched my nipples before I could feel myself getting very turned
on. I didn't really want to do this in front of Brian, but my
hand just slipped from my breast down between my legs. I was so
wet, my fingers slipped into me without me hardly noticing it. My
legs almost buckled. I put one arm out to Brian for support, as
my other hand frantically worked itself in and out of my pussy. I
just couldn't stop. I opened my eyes and saw Brian watching me.
His hands found my breasts, the first time he had actually touched
me intimately.
I stared at my breasts as his fingers found my nipples and started
to massage them. I could feel I was starting to come, but I
didn't quite want that just yet. I stopped and moved one of his
hands between my legs. While his fingers found my love button, I
plunged my hands inside his trousers. One hand found his semi-
erect dick, while the other yanked at his trousers to get them
down. I didn't quite succeed with my one hand, but when he helped
with his other hand, we managed, between us, to get his trousers
down. He moved his hand from my clit and stood back a little,
stepping out of his trousers, now around his feet.
I watched his dick jerk the last little bit into being fully
erect. I moved in close again. I grabbed it with both hands and
rubbed it against my stomach. He was gasping. His hands found my
nipples again. I stood on my toes and kissed him hard and
hungrily, as I guided his dick between my legs. I just slipped it
back and forth along my slit, wanting it inside me, but I couldn't
get up high enough. He was so much taller than me, I couldn't get
the angle right.
Brian must have felt as frustrated as I did.
"Jenny, hang on a second," he said. "Let me sit down here." He
moved my dress and some stuff off the chair and sat down. He
leant back against the backrest.
Now I could get at him. I stood above him with a leg on each side
and slowly lowered myself down on his towering dick. He was
holding it upright, guiding it into me as I sat down on him,
plunging it into me in one long thrust. He put a hand on one
breast, and the other found my love button. It was up to me to
control all our movements. That was fine with me. I held on to
his shoulders as I lifted myself off a little, and plunged down on
him again. Before long I had found a rhythm that suited me, and I
could concentrate on my feelings. I could clearly feel his rather
large dick slide in and out of me, but the best thing was the way
he held his fingers in a position where they would hit my love
button each time I thrust down on him. I would stay down just
long enough to gyrate around his fingers, before lifting myself
off again. Then down again, the speed picking up as the excitement
grew.
I looked over his shoulder. Through the bottles and boxes on the
shelves I could see the door to the storeroom, and through the
wired glass I could clearly see our colleagues and some patients
walking past, oblivious of what was going on just on the other
side of the door. I slowed down as I saw the storekeeper, Robert,
at the door. There was no way we could hide or cover up if
someone came in and walked round to the back shelves. He opened
the door and came in carrying a big cardboard box. I stopped
moving.
"Don't stop now, don't stop," Brian whispered, having heard the
door opening, but unable to stop his oncoming orgasm. I sat up a
bit, stretching back staying down on Brian, just slowly rubbing
myself against his fingers. I could feel he was just about to
come, but I couldn't move for fear of our movements being seen by
Robert. Then I realised that I didn't really care what Robert saw.
He was an old age pensioner filling in some spare time by looking
after the storeroom. Brian grabbed my breasts. I almost wished
Robert would turn around and look through the boxes and see me. I
started to move again as he was putting down the box on a far
shelf. He was half-deaf anyway, so I doubted he would hear us.
Brian grabbed my hips and started to force me back and forth. The
excitement of doing this, with the door of the storeroom open and
people walking past and Robert there, was all of a sudden too much
for me, and I couldn't help speeding up as I could feel the
beginning of my orgasm emerging. Brian was getting frantic. He
had his back to the door, and I didn't know how much could be
seen. I had stopped caring. I was biting my lip in order not to
make a sound, but I could feel Brian was about to come, and I was
getting close too. Nothing was going to stop me now.
Robert turned around, looked through the shelves, but didn't
pause. Had he done so he would have seen the new doctor, the one
that apparently every male was talking about, just about to
orgasm, with tits flying as Brian frantically pulled and shoved,
in the last throes of his orgasm. But Robert didn't stop. He
just walked of out the open door and pulled it shut behind him.
"Oh, Brian, I've got to come now. Shiiit, wait for me!" I yelled
as I felt him shooting into me. But he stayed hard, and with the
action of his fingers, he had me going full out, rapidly catching
up. The effect of the hypnosis, the excitement of the
circumstances was just up my alley, the frustration of the slowed
action at a crucial moment, all added to the size of the orgasm.
I just couldn't control it. I yelled out and collapsed, crying
over Brian, while I slowly rubbed up and down, getting as much out
of the after shocks as I could, not wanting it to end. I was
kissing him desperately, while his hands carefully caressed my
firm breasts, the nipples now very sensitive to his touch.
I knew we had to get dressed and back to our duties, but I really
didn't want this to end. However, it did end when Brian just
said the words, "Stub it out," without trying to hide it in a
sentence meant to make sense. I knew that was the end and that I
couldn't do anything about it. I slid off Brian and found a paper
towel to dry myself and Brian with. Then I got dressed while he
just sat there watching me. I realised I was not supposed to
remember anything after this, so I just pretended to gather myself
together and get back to normal. I really wanted to give him a
big kiss, hug him and say that I loved him, and that I would do
this again anytime without him needing his trigger words, but I
couldn't break the spell. So I just left him sitting there as I
walked out of the storeroom. The first time in days not having
the least desire for a cigarette, and pleased that for a change, I
could walk out of this room not feeling guilty about smoking. I
wasn't even feeling guilty about my converted desires. I just
felt very satisfied and very pleased with myself.
Continued in part 2
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