Chapter 4: Raul Martinez

He's getting too much sex!

This was my diagnosis after my first meeting with Raul Martinez. Raul was a 31-year-old unemployed tennis pro. (I thought he was a gigolo.) He had been recently married to Alicia Mendoza, heir to the Mendoza real-estate/shopping center fortune. They were both second generation Cuban Americans.

Alicia's father had been a successful doctor in Cuba. In the early 70's he and his new wife escaped the Castro regime and immigrated to Miami where he prospered, multiplied and became very successful in real estate. The family holdings consisted of a vast array of apartments, four large office buildings and two shopping centers. Alicia was the only member of the family active in the day-to-day operation of this empire. She had taken over the reigns of the business last year after her father suffered a fatal heart attack.

Alicia and Raul lived in the Mendoza estate with her 41-year-old invalid mother, Maria, her mother's 35-year-old maiden sister, Victoria Lopez, and Alicia's 18-year-old sister, Lydia.

Alicia and Raul had only been married a few months when she brought him to me because he was listless and often unable to perform sexually.

Under hypnosis, Raul wouldn't tell me anything but I got the underlying feeling that, whatever his problem was, he was ashamed of it. I decided that the only way that I could find out what was wrong was to get into his mind through the process I called "internal joining." The first step was to implant the post hypnotic suggestion that he wanted to have sex with me.

(Clinical note; a person will not do anything under hypnosis that they wouldn't do when completely awake. Under hypnosis, the best you can do is to remove some of the inhibitions that would normally bar a person from doing a particular activity.)

The moment I brought Raul out of his hypnotic state he began his subconscious "courtship" of me. He puffed out his chest, preened, strutted and ran his hands through his long, silky black, hair. He was a handsome devil and he knew it. On a pretext of examining a tattoo on his arm I ran my hands over his shoulders. He immediately stripped off his shirt to show me another on his back. I could tell he was very proud of these "works of art" so I made the proper OH and AH sounds. I couldn't help but notice that there was already a bulge appearing in his pants.

I had broken the ice, so he did not object when I told him that I needed to do a complete physical examination of his body. I slipped into the other room and quickly removed my panties from underneath my mini skirt while he disrobed. (I never wear a bra.) When I returned, he was sitting on the examination table with his hands self-consciously covering his privates. To ease his discomfort I started by examining other parts of his body. I noticed that his erection had subsided somewhat. Then, I had him lay, face up, on the examining table with his hands by his side.

Although I pretended to be examining him, I was in truth caressing his torso and legs very sensually with my fingertips. Occasionally, I let my arm or hand come into causal contact with his penis or testicles. In just a few seconds he was completely aroused and his penis was rock hard. Just to let him know that this would be a mutually satisfactory encounter, I caressed and massaged it a little and then leaned over and took it in my mouth. His hand immediately went under my skirt. He found that I was just as aroused as he was the moment his fingers came into contact with the juice oozing from my pussy. With one hand I held his cock while I sucked it and with the other, I continued the massaging of his testicles.

I was dismayed and took it as a personal insult when his cock began to soften. Then I remembered that was why his wife brought him to me in the first place. His hand, covered with my pussy juice fell away, and as he lay on the examination table he turned his face toward the wall, very embarrassed. No amount of manual or oral coaxing on my part would bring him back up to speed.

I knew that he did want to have sex with me, but his body just wouldn't cooperate. Under these circumstances I felt I could overcome his problem under hypnosis but it wouldn't be a cure and would only be last for an hour or so. I hypnotized him again and told him that his body was as virile has it had ever been, and that he wanted to and would have sex with me now.

He was still in the hypnotic trance when I led him into the blue bedroom. He appeared to be quite normal but I had barely removed my skirt and blouse when he pushed me onto the bed and tried to enter me from behind. It's not that I dislike that position, but I know I need more skin contact than that in order to have a "melding of the minds," so I quickly rolled over and spread my legs.

I was a little alarmed by the way he leaped onto the bed and shoved his dick into me, almost animal like. It was indeed fortunate that I was already aroused and well lubricated. He began fucking me like he was driving pilings. His ass was ramming his cock into me with such force that I was afraid that I would be bruised. Despite my fears I began to enjoy it. He was going in and out like a trip hammer, with such speed that my clitoris was soon very sensitive. Without warning, he stopped, his body stiffened, and with a final push, I could feel his semen shoot into me and, through our union, I experienced his orgasm. This was what I needed to get into his mind but I was so horny that I told him, in his hypnotic state, that he wasn't quite finished and I would let him know when to stop.

He resumed his pounding of me (to hell with the bruises, full speed ahead) until, in just a few more minutes I went the same way he did. My climax was so great that I had difficulty remembering what we were there for. I also had the feeling that he had experienced my orgasm. In any event he came a second time.