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Subject: {ASSM} "Creampie Hypnosis" (MF) by Creampie Eater
Date: Sat, 23 Dec 2000 11:10:06 -0500
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something else. Note also that my stories may portray sexual acts that are
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so, caveat lector.

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Creampie Hypnosis
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"Ngh! Ngh! Nggggggh!", he grunted.  Karen could feel Clem's ejaculate
spewing into her wet hole, even though he was buried deeply inside her.  The
realization that he was going to be momentarily sucking it out of her
brought her that much closer to her own orgasm.  She waited until he stopped
trembling, and she felt his body relax onto hers.

"MMMmmmm," she purred, "was that nice for you?"

"Oh baby," he sighed, rolling onto his side, his cock now shrinking and
pulling out to unplug her.  "That was wonderful!"

She rolled onto her side, willing the words to come out.  She felt herself
nudge even closer to orgasm.  "Are you ready to clean my nasty pussy now?"
she said, knowing how much he loved her talking explicitly.

"Oh baby," he murmured, drifting off to sleep.  "Some other time, 'K?"  And
then, he was gone, and his breathing settled into a deep rhythm.

Karen stared at him for a long moment, bitterly disappointed.  This was the
fifth time he had excited her with his hot fantasy about sucking her pussy
after he'd filled it.  This time he'd whispered it again and again as he ate
her.  Finally, he'd pushed into her and in about three minutes had cum hard.
She thought this time it would be likelier he'd follow through, since it was
barely five minutes since he'd begged her to let him do it.  She'd even
summoned the courage to ask him to do it.  But like the other four times,
he'd left her hotter than ever, but without any relief.

With a sigh of disappointment, she rolled away from him and opened her
bedside stand, taking out the vibrator she kept there.  The confused
thoughts about why he did this were set until later as she felt herself
racing into her own state of bliss.

A week later

"Normally, I'd let your wife fall into a deep sleep now, but she wanted to
be awake when you were hypnotized," he explained.  "Most people report that
they sleep like the dead after hypnosis, and that they feel better than they
have in years."

"Well, it is important to her," Clem replied.  "She wants us both to start
the next millennium smoke-free."

"I know you'll be able to do," the hypnotist replied.  He turned back to
Karen.  "Tonite you will sleep restfully, and wake fully refreshed in the
morning.  When I clap my hands, you will wake up now, and you will find
cigarettes disgusting.  1. 2. 3!"

Karen blinked a few times, and looked around dully.  Then she spotted the
Camel in Clem's hand.  "Put that damn thing away!" she snapped, "it is
really foul!"

Clem was impressed at the reversal his bride showed.  He looked at the
hypnotist as he stubbed out his smoke, and said "Looks like you have one
successful case today.  Let's try to make the second."

"Alrighty," said the hypnotist.  "Just try to relax and listen to my voice."

"I warn you," declared Clem, "I don't know if I can be hypnotized.  I kinda
think my mind is too strong."

The hypnotist smiled, knowing that Clem would be even easier than Karen.  It
was a paradox that those who claimed to have strong wills were often the
easiest to hypnotize and easiest to make follow suggestions.  "Just relax,"
he intoned sonorously, "and listen to my voice."

Karen was amazed at how quickly Clem went under.  "Did I go under this
fast?" she asked.

"No," the man said, "you took a lot longer.  You really fought it for a
bit."

Karen nodded and watched as the hypnotist took Clem down even deeper, then
implanted the suggestion that smoking was horrible, like eating borscht but
perhaps even worse (if that was possible).  He hated smoking, and never
wanted to smoke a cigarette again.  "Is it really that easy?" Karen
whispered.

"It is really that easy," he confirmed.  "But, the subject has to be open to
the suggestion.  To be really successful, they have to want the suggestion
to work.  I can't make Clem do anything he doesn't want to do."

Karen looked at her husband, his peaceful face reminding her of his
post-orgasmic sleep.  That thought made a synaptic link, and she had a
sudden thought.  "Can you help him overcome drowsiness?" she asked, her
pulse quickening.

"Well, I helped a clergyman last year who always yawned in the middle of the
Lord's Prayer.  He would start it and deplete his oxygen supply, and yawn in
the middle, in the same spot every time.  I was able to help him get through
that physical experience, so, yes, I can help overcome drowsiness."

"Well, he has this problem after he orgasms," Karen started.  The hypnotist
began by nodding his head in understanding, but was wide-eyed when Karen
finished.  "Can you help?"

"Well, I can implant the suggestion.  I'm not sure if it will work, but I
can try."

"Good enough," Karen agreed.  Hell, it was worth a shot.  The hypnotist told
Karen what he would suggest, and Karen confirmed the idea was perfect.

The hypnotist turned to Clem, who was sitting upright but was gone, long
gone.  "Clem, do you remember that you hate smoking?"

"Yes," he murmured.

"You used to crave a smoke when you were stressed or unhappy.  Now, you will
crave your wife and making love with her.  Do you understand?"

"Yes," he intoned.

"When you make love, you will be able to control your ejaculation, and will
be able to make love to her for a long time."  He looked at Karen, who was
smiling.  "You won't get too excited and orgasm, and you will be considerate
of her needs.  Do you understand?"

"Yes." 

"And Clem, when you cum in Karen, you will feel energized, like you just
woke up.  You won't be tired, and will be ready to keep going.  Do you
understand?"

This time, there was a pause.  "Yes," he finally answered.

"When you cum in Karen, you will feel the urge to eat it back out of her. 
You will enjoy it and think it is really sexy, and you will think the taste
is like sweet honey.  You will know that Karen loves this and loves you for
doing it, and it won't seem strange to you."  The hypnotist looked at Karen,
who was happy.  "Do you understand?"

"Yes," Clem said, decidedly.

"I think he'll go along with it," the hypnotist stated.  "I think he wanted
to, but maybe was a little afraid.  That sort of thing I can help."

"Cool," Karen smiled.  The hypnotist suggested that she let Clem fall into a
deep sleep, and she agreed.  She watched as the man she loved moved to their
couch and laid on it, the very picture of a restful sleep.  She agreed to
call the hypnotist and let him know how it worked, paid him, and let him
out.  Then she went up to bed, pulling out her vibrator to make the most of
her excitement.

The next night

The next night Karen surprised Clem with a delicious meal, ostensibly
because they had both survived a day without smoking.  That she served it
completely nude made it much more memorable for Clem.  She was rarely this
overtly sexual, and he loved every minute of it.  For her part, Karen was
excited to find out if the hypnotic suggestion worked.

Dinner done, she suggested he go into the bedroom so that she could serve
him dessert in bed.  Of course he agreed, and she came in a few minutes
later with a bowl of chocolate body paint on their fine silver platter. 
They took turns painting each other, giggling as they licked it off.  The
tension was building and Karen could hardly contain her excitement.

Her excitement was such that she wanted to do something she'd rarely
enjoyed: cocksucking.  In the past, Clem had thought it was such a turn on
to have her want to suck his dick that he barely gave her notice before
spraying her face.  This time, although she could tell he was rock hard, he
could contain himself as she painted his cock with the chocolate and then
ate it off.  Then again.

His ability to hold off intrigued her, and also gave her enough time to
learn to enjoy having his throbbing muscle in her mouth.  Her horniness
eventually got her to thinking about how it would feel to have him cum in
her mouth.  She'd heard friends say it was great, a real gift, and now she
wanted to try it.

She positioned herself so that she could watch his eyes she sucked him.  She
saw that he was ready to cum at any time, his eyes rolling back.  It was a
miracle he hadn't cum.  Maybe he couldn't, with the hypnotic suggestion he'd
gotten.  That was bad, because now she wanted him to!  She decided to ask.

"MMMmm, baby, I love this cock of yours," she tried.

"Ohhhhhh," he moaned for the hundredth time.  "It feels so nice.  I wish you
would do this more."

"I will, baby," she promised.  "But I want you to do something for me now. 
Can you?"

"Ohhhhhh, whatever you want," he groaned.

"I want you to cum in my mouth.  Can you fill my mouth with your sperm?"

"Are you sure?" he asked, looking down at her with pleading eyes.

"Yes," she said after a nice deep slurp.  "Do it for me."

"OK," he laughed, "if you insist!"

He lay back, and she sensed that he was letting go of some reserve, some
control.  She put her lips firmly around his head, sucking gently while she
stroked his saliva-covered cock.  She'd seen that in porn movies, and it
always worked.  Sure enough, in less than thirty seconds she felt his cock
swelling and she steeled herself for the blast.  He erupted into her mouth,
squirting hot sticky streams of jism.  She continued her stroking, knowing
that his pleasure would diminish if she stopped while he came.  Finally, his
jets of semen became infrequent squirts, and she removed her mouth,
intending to tip her head back and gargle with his seed in a display of
nastiness.

Instead, he grabbed her and rolled her onto her back.  She was very
surprised by it, but even more so when he pressed his mouth to hers and
began a frantic French kiss.  She felt him moan as his tongue swirled inside
the pool of cum in her mouth, scooping out as much as she'd let him.  She
never imagined he would be so nasty, so damn exciting!

She rode that thought for a minute, then needed to ride more.  Wrestling him
onto his back, she moved up and planted her sopping cunt onto his mouth.  In
moments, his tongue was inside her, swirling in her juices and brushing
against the root of her clit.  She'd never been so turned on, and she never
had such a strong orgasm as he sucked at her.  He was still tonguing her
when she collapsed and fell onto the bed.

He moved up to her and held her, kissing her again.  She didn't really
respond, although she usually loved her taste on his mouth.  As she
recovered, she became aware that he had another erection pressing into her
thigh.  Hmmmm.

"Damn honey," he said in the affectionate tone that seemed to strum across
her soul, "you are so sexy.  You make me so happy."

"You did a great job yourself!" she laughed.  Whew!  He had!

He chuckled.  "What made you want to have me cum in your mouth?" he asked.

"I dunno," she answered honestly.  "What made you want to kiss me
afterwards?"

He shrugged, looking at her lovingly and stroking her hair.  "I don't know,
but I felt this urge to do it.  I wanted to taste myself in you."

Karen had a revelation.  The hypnotist had planted the suggestion that he
eat any cum that was inside her.  "Inside her mouth" was "inside her."  That
realization made her heart skip, because the next fucking they did he'd be
cleaning her out.  She moved then, rolling him onto his back.  She moved
astride him, and reached down to grip his cock and aim it into her.  With a
sigh, she settled back, letting him penetrate her and rub her insides.  It
was marvelous.

Karen and Clem had been the only lovers either had ever had.  Thus, the
fucking they enjoyed was longest and most varied either had ever
experienced.  When Karen tired of fucking Clem, he rolled her over and
fucked her.  Pleased with his newfound ability to contain his orgasm, they
each tried different positions they'd always wanted.  For Clem, that meant
he fucked her doggy style in front of their mirror, watching her tits
swaying and her face contort when she came on his cock.  For Karen, it meant
sitting on the bathroom vanity, her legs spread wide and her vibrator
massaging her clit as he pumped her.  Karen came twice like that.  In fact,
by the time she was ready to stop being fucked, she'd cum five times.

She wanted to save the best for last.  Turning out all the lights, they
opened the blinds in their upstairs front bedroom so that they could see the
snow falling.  Anyone who cared to look carefully could have seen them by
the light of the streetlamp.  She stood and leaned against the window as he
entered her from behind.  She loved feeling his hips pressing against her
rump, and the icy feeling of the cold window on her breasts.  But mostly,
she loved the exhibitionism they were enjoying.

"Cum in me now," she croaked hoarsely.   "Fill me with your cum."

"You sure?" he asked.  He hoped she was, because his back was damn sore.

"Mmmm, yeah baby.  Put your cum deep inside me."

Almost on cue, he reached up and grabbed her hair, pulling her back onto his
impaling prick.  Then he came.  And came.  And came.  It was a marvelous,
draining orgasm, the sort that should have rightfully made him drop.

And he did drop, but not to sleep.  Almost as soon as he stopped cumming, he
dropped to his knees and buried his face inside her pussy.  Karen gasped as
his tongue pressed in aggressively, searching for his sperm.  She shuddered
closer and closer to orgasm, with his nose buried between her fleshy
buttocks, and his tongue worshipping her pussy.

She looked out across the street, seeing old Mr. Potts walking his old
grayhound.  The entire deliciousness of the situation hit her at once and
she came.  She heard Clem gasping, and moaning and telling her how sexy it
was that she was ejecting "mayonnaise," and she realized she was flooding
him and that he loved it.

Her orgasm was just about subsided when Clem stood and entered her again. 
She was shocked.  Three erections?!  This time he clearly desired a fast
orgasm, because he pumped her hard enough and fast enough to press her
against the window.  She imagined Mr. Potts looking up to see her nude form
pressed against the window, and she let out a moan.  Clem started babbling
about fucking her sloppy insides, and then made it sloppier with his third
orgasm.

She smiled contentedly as he kissed his way down and began to tongue her
again.  She thought that it was a Good Thing she'd given up smoking.  She
wanted her lifespan as long as possible if it were going to include this!


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