Build Up

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man in black t-shirt and black shorts walking on desert during daytime
man in black t-shirt and black shorts walking on desert during daytime

Buildup

copyright 1998, 2024 by Deep-Trances tm

Jessica was a tall woman, twenty at the time, with long black hair, and big brown eyes. She was thin, with huge breasts. When she learned that I knew a little hypnosis from my karate lessons, she was a little curious and asked me to put her under one day. We've been seeing each other for about a month, and at that time I didn't realize how erotic hypnosis was.

I put her under in the standard "staircase going down" method, and in fifteen minutes she was under. That first session I didn't do too much. I just put her under, reran a movie she liked in her mind, made her forget the number four, and gave her a post-hypnotic suggestion to go back under again on the nonsense word "Densac." She came out of it feeling relaxed and happy.

Later, that night, we were alone in my apartment. As she looked at me, on a whim I said the trigger word, "Densac". She turned to me, slowly.

"What?" she said.

"Densac." I repeated.

She just stared at me. I repeated the word, and, she slumped into her chair, Her eyes still staring at me. "Jessie?" I asked.

A long pause.

"Yes." she finally said.

"How are you feeling?" I wasn't sure what was happening, I didn't expect the post-hypnotic command to work, but there she was: staring at me, barely blinking, blank expression on her face.

Finally, she spoke, very slowly, almost slurring her words. "I feel relaxed like I'm floating."

"Close your eyes."

She did, "What do you see?"

"Nothing."

I told her to count down and go deeper into it.

As she did her speech got more slurry, and she slumped deeper into the chair. Before long, she couldn't even speak out the numbers aloud. I told her to stop and asked her how she felt.

"Very relaxed," I could barely hear her, "like I'm high."

"How do you feel?"

"Being high makes me horny." I couldn't resist what I was about to do.

"When you come out of your trance, you will feel normal, relaxed, and happy. You will not remember going under or anything that happened, but you will carry out this command.

"When I touch your face lightly, it will trigger you to get aroused. You will try to hide it and ignore it, but the more you resist, the stronger it gets. You will touch and expose yourself without realizing it. In twenty minutes, you will be so horny you will lose control of all your inhibitions. But no matter what you do, you can not orgasm until I tell you to. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she barely whispered.

I brought her out of it, and she seemed normal. We decided to watch TV. I went to get something to drink and as I passed by her, I brushed her cheek.

Her eyes widened, her mouth opened, her back arched and a low moan slid out her throat. She settled down and looked at me. Her eyes were as wide as a deer caught in headlights.

"Something wrong?" I asked.

"No," she said, "nothing." But something was happening.

She lay down on the couch as she did, she brushed her hand over her nipples. She got comfortable and continued to watch TV. Her left hand was unconsciously rubbing her nipple through her blouse. I sat beside her and watched as she began rubbing her legs together. One of her hands slid down her shirt and rested between her legs. Slowly her hand started moving up and down. Her legs opened up just a little, as her hand started to move faster against her crotch.

"You want something?" I asked.

"No," she smiled at me, and I turned away.

In my peripheral vision, I saw her staring at my crotch. By now I was very hard and even I had a difficult time pretending I wasn't aroused. The air was heavy with sex. Without knowing it, she slipped her hand inside her blouse. She shifted her weight, sliding down the couch and letting her skirt slip up to expose her long legs. Her white panties were showing, and her hand was making small circles on it. I pretended not to notice.

"Will you get me something to drink," she asked, "I'm getting fucking thirsty."

The only times Jessie would swear was either in anger, or in the middle of sex: Hardly ever in casual conversation, and she wasn't angry now.

"Sure, what do you want?"

"Shit, anything wet," she said.

I got up and got a cola. I could hear her moving and moaning as I was in the kitchen. When I returned, her blouse was open and her bra undone. Her breasts were almost fully exposed. I could see how hard her nipples were underneath the bra. The other nipple was peeking out over her bra.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"Yes, why?"

"You are, well, disheveled. Your breasts are exposed...not that I mind, but..."

"Oh Fuck, sorry," she said, making a half-hearted attempt to cover herself by pulling her blouse over her breasts, "All I was doing was shifting positions, and well, my fucking tits fell out."

I couldn't believe the way she was talking. It made me so hard, I couldn't walk. I stood in front of her and handed her the soda. "Is this soda ok?" I asked, trying to stay nonchalant.

I really couldn't. She stopped adjusting herself to grab the soda and saw my bulge right in front of her. As one hand reached for the can, the other hand slowly reached down to her crotch. This was the ultimate tease for both of us. It felt like any minute now either of us would explode. It became a game of whoever did lose.

"Yes," she said, grabbed the cold can, and ran it across her forehead.

As I sat down, she rubbed the can against her exposed nipple without realizing it. Her other hand was rubbing her pussy through her panties. I could see how wet she was. The sight of her watching the TV with her legs wide open her hand on her pussy and rubbing her nipples with the cold soda can almost made me cum.

We spent some time went by watching the tube. During that time, she got more aroused. She had removed her shoes, her pantyhose, and her blouse. Her skirt, and panties, were all that she was wearing. Her bra was hanging on to her breasts for dear life. Throughout the whole time, she pulled on her nipples, rubbed her clit through her panties, and moaned like crazy. Most of the time she stared at the TV, but I sometimes caught her looking at me, her tongue licking her lips, her eyes almost blank.

I wanted to know what was going on in her mind. "Are you horny or something?" I asked with a smile.

She stopped, closed her legs, covered her breasts, and looked at me. "Fuck, no," she said, breathing very heavily, "what the fuck gave you that idea?"

"You were playing with yourself."

"No I wasn't," she said as her hand slipped between her legs again.

"You're doing it now."

She writhed on the couch, opened her legs wide, and slipped her hand under her panties. "No, I'm not..." she almost couldn't get the words out of her mouth, she then let out a low moan and continued "...I'm just...uncomfortable."

She crossed her legs, with her hand still rubbing her clit. I couldn't help it myself: I started rubbing my cock through my pants.

"And..." she said, hardly able to speak she was breathing so heavily, "what the fuck... are you... fucking doing?"

I looked straight into her eyes. "Stroking my hard cock, what the fuck are you doing, Jessie?"

"I'm just...Oh fuck! I need...I'm fucking hot..." and she lost it.

She removed her panties and stood up. The last of her clothes slipped right off. Completely naked, she walked over to me. Her long black hair was tousled all over and her breasts heaving. She never removed her hand from her pussy. She stared straight at me and without a word, tugged at my pants, pulling them off.

"You did this to me," she said as she pulled at my pants, "You fucked me up. Didn't you? I have never been so fucking wet and fucking horny in my life! Your dick better be up to the fucking it's about to receive!"

She almost jumped on top of me, held me down and with one hand slid my shaft inside her. She was so wet, I felt her juices on the inside of her thigh before I entered her. When I slid in, her lips clamped around my cock and held tight. She bounced hard on it and screamed with every stroke. I couldn't hold it for much longer. The sight of this beautiful woman in a full sexual frenzy was just too much. I didn't want to cum alone.

"Cum now," I commanded.

She looked at me as if I startled her, then slowly eyes rolled into her head, her mouth opened into a silent scream, and she threw her head back. Her body slammed down on my cock as she arched her back. I came hard and long, deep within her. I kept cumming and shooting over and over inside her tight pussy.

She convulsed on top of me. She screamed with every convulsion, and every convulsion an orgasm. She finally collapsed on top of me. After we caught our breaths, she stood up smiling.

"That was fantastic," she said, "was I under the whole time?"

"It was a post-hypnotic command. I didn't think it would work." She paused.

"Are you going to put yourself under hypnosis some time?" she asked with a smile, her tongue licking her lips.

"I could. Why?"

"Because," she said kissing my neck, "Payback's a bitch..."