Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Mult, Coercion, Hypnosis, Lesbian, Heterosexual, Fiction, Cheating, Gang Bang, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Sex Toys, Exhibitionism, .
Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - "So tell us," asked Mrs Trent over the brandy, "what you can make people do?" Her question was really about what disgusting things have you made some poor girl do while under my influence, but she was too polite to say it like that.
I'm only a minor celebrity, I've been on the Television a few times but I still get a lot of invitations to Dinner Parties like this one where I'm here to provide some sort of after dinner entertainment with my Hypnotic act. It's a nice way to meet new people and can be very rewarding; let me tell you about one typical time.
Mr and Mrs Trent were on the way up, socially that is, he works in the City while she entertains at home. Tonight they were entertaining for twelve people including me in their large Town house.
"So tell us," asked Mrs Trent over the brandy, "what you can make people do?"
Her question was really about what disgusting things have you made some poor girl do while under my influence, but she was too polite to say it like that.
"Oh the usual," I said stringing her along.
"Oh, please tell us," said Sam, a stunningly beautiful girl who had been sitting next to me throughout the meal.
"Well in my day clinic I get all sorts," I said, "from helping them to stop smoking or drinking, to some sexual problems."
"Oh my what sort of sexual problems?" my hostess asked her voice becoming breathless.
"I'm not sure I should be discussing peoples problems like this," I said.
"Oh please," simpered Sam.
"Tell you what," interrupted Mr Trent, "Why don't you take those who want to hear all about it into the Lounge and us that don't can stay here and enjoy this rather good Brandy."
"Yes shall we Mr Johns," soothed Mrs Trent after glaring at her husband.
Along with Mrs Trent and Sam two other ladies joined us with two newly opened bottles of wine.
"So now we're alone perhaps you can tell us all," asked Mrs Trent.
"Yes, go on please," begged Sam and she put her hand on my thigh.
"Well ok," I said faking my reluctance for this was what I was invited here for.
"Believe it or not ladies," I said quietly so they had to lean closer to hear, "not all young ladies enjoy their sexual unions with their husbands and have to come along to me to help them out."
"Yes," encouraged Mrs Trent who was hanging on to my every word.
"Well I will put them into a trance to find out if there's anything in their past that may be affecting them," I said.
"Yes," said Sam.
"Well I sure you would all be surprised at what things they come out with," I said teasing them.
"Like what?" asked one of the other ladies.
"Ok let me think," I said, "Ok just last week I had this woman who was molested by her two brothers from an early age right up to her wedding night."
"Oh my," said Sam.
"You find that quite often," I said, "a family member, often a brother or an uncle will sexual abuse them and although they may not now remember the incident, it still may affects them."
"I've seen you on stage," piped in the fourth of my small band, "it was very funny if a little scary."
"Scary, how come?" I asked.
"You made some poor girl take her top off," she said.
I do that sometimes when I have an adult audience and I can slip a ringer in.
"He didn't," yelped Sam, "he made her go topless in front of everybody."
"Yes," she confirmed, "picked her out of the front where she was dining with her husband and he made her take her top off."
"Yes I do do that sometimes, if I have a mature audience and I know they are not going to be offended," I admitted.
"You can do that," said Mrs Trent in a very small voice.
"Sure, nothing could be easier," I smiled at her discomfort, "do you want me to show you."
Well I could see it in her eyes that she did just as long as it wasn't with her.
"Some other time perhaps," she said.
I entertained my small audience for an hour or more with further stories of my patients, than as it was getting late they had to leave; I was invited to stay the night. I was sipping the last of my wine when Mrs Trent came and sat beside me.
"Thanks for entertaining us this evening," she said.
"It was a delight," I said.
"Now we are alone," she said, "perhaps you can tell me some more, more risqué tales."
"Mrs Trent you're just a little bit naughty," I scolded, "but how could I deny such a beautiful host and woman as you; just sit back and relax."
It was so easy to put her under, she was already tired after a long day and the drinks she had consumed only helped me. I quickly took her deep then after placing a trigger I brought her straight back.
"What! You did it to me," she said her eyes going big.
"You're a perfect subject," I smiled.
"What have you done to me?" she asked her voice wobbled slightly.
"I've done nothing to you as yet," I said with a chuckle, "but next time I need some ones top to come off I know whose it will be."
"No, please you wouldn't," she said her arms protectively around her chest.
"From what I can see you have nothing to be shy about," I said leering at her chest.
"How could you make me do something like that if I don't want to?" she asked.
"There's nothing I can't make you do if I set my mind to it," I said trying to sound serious.
"Oh my god," she sighed, "please no, why don't you use Sam, she very beautiful with a great figure, much better than mine."
"There's nothing wrong with your figure," I said, "you are in your prime."
"No please," she said putting her hand on my thigh, "I'm sure there must be away out of this for me."
"Mrs Trent," I said with a big smile, "I could make you do some really disgusting things, things you've not even thought about in your darkest dreams."
"Oh no," she gasped putting her hand up to her mouth.
I reached forward and squeezed her left breast noting with some pleasure that she wasn't wearing a bra under her dress.
"Do you want me to make you do these things?" I asked.
I could see the turmoil in her mind, of course she didn't want to do these things but she wanted to know what these things were.
"No," her voice breaking.
I moved even closer so that I could get my spare hand under her dress skirt.
"Have you ever done it with a number of men at the same time for instance?" I asked.
"N-no," she croaked.
"I could make you do that?" I said.
Her mouth opened and closed a couple of time then she shook her head.
Her skin was warm and smooth under her dress.
"Why don't you take your dress off," I asked.
Again she shook her head.
"Do you want me to make you?" I asked.
"You couldn't," she croaked.
"Nothing could be easier," I repeated.
I stared into her big eyes for a few heartbeats then she reached behind and pulled her zip down. It didn't actual come off but ended up bunched up around her waist; her bare breasts were a delight, full and firm.
"Let's loose these as well," I said tugging at her thong knickers.
There was nothing in the way now so I moved between her legs, unzipped and pushed into her wet pussy.
"Please don't make me do all those things," she begged, moving her hips against me.
"You and I are going to have so much fun," I chuckled.
"Please I don't want to be unfaithful," she said tried a different tack.
"You're being unfaithful now," I said bluntly thrusting into her harder.
"Please just you," she said, "I'll do anything with you, but nobody else please."
I didn't answer for I was too busy, my hands were roaming over her naked skin. It wasn't far now, just a few more thrusts and I was there.
She came into my flat and looked about happy to see I was alone.
"Welcome to my little flat," I said taking her coat.
"What are you going to make me do?" she asked her voice already breathless.
"Something nasty," I laughed, "but not that nasty."
"Please it'll be just you won't it?" she said.
"Yes, just me this time," I said. "What I thought we'll do is, I'll will put you under down really deep and then I'll get you to tell me all the naughty things you've ever done."
"You can do that?" she asked her eyes just got much bigger.
"Simple," I said, "unless you just want to tell me."
"What do you want to know?" she asked, her eyes down cast.
"Tell you what," I said, "why don't you take all your clothes off and lie down and get comfy and then I'll asked you some questions."
I watched as her few clothes came off then I led her to my sofa. I put my arms around her naked torso and cupped her fine tits.
"Right now that we're comfy why don't you start," I said.
"Please, I don't know what to say," she said.
"I'm sure a fine looking woman like you has been naughty a time or to," I said, "so think back or I'll have to put you under after all."
"Please, I can't think," she said.
I said her trigger word and her head dropped onto my chest, then immediately I woke her up again.
"Oh no, you did it again," she cried.
"Yes, see how easy it is for me," I said, "now let us continue shall we. Why don't you touch yourself, get you self in the mood, you do touch yourself don't you?"
"Please, I can't," she sobbed.
"Open your legs slightly and put your fingers into your pussy," I instructed, "now to start us off tell me how often you touch yourself like this?"
"Everyday," she whispered after a long pause, "usually in the afternoon after my bath, I lie on my bed and touch myself."
"With your hands or do you use something?" I asked.
"Please I can't," she said.
"Tell me," I repeated.
"I've got this thing," she admitted again after a few seconds pause.
"What sort of thing?" I asked.
"A battery thing," she whispered.
"A vibrator, lovely, I have a few of those here for my lady friends to use when they visit me," I said. "Now tell me what you think about when you make yourself come."
"Oh God," she whispered, "please I can't, I'll just die if I told you."
"Shall I put you under then?" I said with a big smirk on my face.
"I think about being forced into having sex with men," she blurted out, "sometimes women as well."
"It turns you on to be forced just like I'm doing now?" I said and I could feel her body move as her hand worked harder between her legs.
"Yes," she said very softly.
"Would you like to have Sam here with you now?" I asked.
"No," she said much too quickly.
"I just bet you would," I said giving her tits and extra squeeze.
"Yes," she said her voice barely audible.
"I'll have to do something about it," I said.
I could feel her hand moving faster between her legs and I knew her orgasm was not far away.
"How many men would you like?" I asked.
"Please no," she whispered but just me mentioning it took her over the top and her body shuddered as she came.
"Was that nice?" I asked.
He head nodded but she remained silent.
"So tell me, how many men do you like?" I asked gently squeezing her tits.
"I don't know," she admitted, "I just feel their hands on me, touching and squeezing and them pushing their cocks into me."
"And what about Sam," I asked, "do you see her with you?"
"Sometimes, sometimes it's someone else," she admitted.
"Oh who?" I asked.
"You don't know her," she said, "but she's my sister-in-law, my husbands sister."
"Well I have to see if I can do something about this," I said, "I'm sure I could get Sam here. Now I need something, on your knees and suck me."
There was no doubt about it she was a good cock sucker, then I pushed her onto her back and fed my cock into her sopping pussy. She was a good fuck too, her hips came alive, pushing back at my every thrust.