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Old 16-04-2007, 08:03 AM
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Re: Sexual Hypnosis

"I don't know why I did this with you," she worked in between licks,
"But you better not tell anyone or so help me..."

"Come to my house after work tomorrow." He answered. He simply ahe thought.

"No fuckin' way, bastard," she continued to lick. He was up again and
pulled her face into his prick. She opened her mouth and took it in
again with a little maneuvering. Her tongue felt good working the
seam on the bottom, and before he knew it, the come spurted into her
mouth, and as he pulled out, all over her face.

"Now look what you've done!" she snapped.

"Hard to avoid with your pretty little whore face. Before you leave
hadn't you better get dressed." She snarled in his general direction
as she pulled on her pants. He walked up behind her while she snapped
them closed, and took the opportunity for another grasp at those lovely
little tits. "You also best admit you are my whore to use, or everyone
in the office will hear, and maybe several others will take turns
too."

She blanched. "I,uh,I..." She realized she couldn't let anyone know
she'd done this. She might lose her job. How could she have allow Bob
the liberties he'd just taken with her?

"Come on slut, you can say it. Tell me you're my property and you
really want to be my whore."

"Fuck you!" she was confused still over her bodily responsiveness.

"Tut tut, you could be in the sack with someone really repulsive if
you keep that up."

"I'm your fuckin' whore, goddamnit"

"Not good enough, bitch." He waited, brutally twisting her nipples now
to stress the point. He could see the shot of pain/pleasure rise
through her chest to her throat. To her astonishment the humiliation
was beginning to excite her too. She couldn't tell this had been Bob's
doing also.

"I'm your whore, your personal slut." she finally got out in a demure,
half seductive, half aroused voice.

"Fine, I'll expect you at seven tomorrow. Come dressed nicely." She
slipped away finally and Bob pulled his own clothes on. He relished
the thought of having Randi and Fran at his beck and call.