Lost Weekend


I had been waiting eagerly for this. With the holiday on Monday, my girlfriend and I had both managed to get extra time off from our jobs, allowing us to spend a rare four-day weekend together. I had been fantasising about something in particular for a long time, something devious…I adore Chloé. She’s clever, hilarious, beautiful, and highly sexual. Behind her innocent face, I had been amazed to discover a very kinky girl indeed. Her sex drive outpaces mine most of the time, and it’s hard to keep up sometimes.At last Thursday had worn itself out, and we were at home, free to relax. As evening fell we were snuggling on the sofa eating stir-fry vegetables and noodles.“So what do intend for us to do, my lover?” I asked.“Not a damn thing!” She laughed. “I’m going to sit around in my pyjamas and binge Netflix.”“Hey, if we’re just going to stay in, we could always get some cleaning done.”“Shut up. I’m not spending my weekend being your maid.”I laughed and stroked her long hair.Fortunately, Chloé was a willing participant in my hypnosis fetish, indulging me gamely from the first time I had told her about it. And she had proved to be a wonderfully susceptible and supple subject. I never tired of the way she looked when I took her into a deep trance.As we spooned together in bed that night, I began tracing a single finger down from her shoulder to her wrist, and back up again. Goosebumps shivered over her skin. As I repeated the motion, I could feel her automatically relaxing, so familiar was she by my method of inducting her.She stayed silent as I whispered in her ear. I asked her to picture herself at the top of a long staircase, stretching down into darkness. I reminded her that with every step she took down the stairs, the further down into sleep she would drop. Her breathing slowed into a slow, measured rhythm as she walked down. I encouraged her along, explaining how each layer of resistance was fading away as she continued.When she reached the bottom, I guided her through the next sequence. I told her to see a door, and explained that when she opened it, she would be in the deepest, safest part of her subconsciousness, ready to accept my commands without question. When she was ready, she opened it herself and stepped through. She released a dreamy sigh that informed Side escort bayan me she was ready.“Chloé, can you tell me where you are?” I asked.“I’m in my Open Room.” She breathed.“Yes, that’s good. And when you’re in here, the ideas I suggest to you become real to you, don’t they?”“Yes.”“Good. Can you remember the special message I once gave you, that you keep here in your Open Room?”“Yes.”“That’s very good. Now, I am going to tell you to keep something else here in your Open Room. You will leave it in here, and your waking mind will have no knowledge of it.” I took a breath, unsure if this next part was going to work or not.“You will keep the idea of your own orgasm in this room. When you wake up, you will no longer remember how to orgasm. The very concept will not exist in your mind. Do you understand?”“Yes. I will forget what orgasms are.” She seemed to accept it easily.“You’re doing so very well. You will still enjoy sex. You will still feel all the arousal you normally feel. In fact, each wave of arousal will simply build and build on top of each other without fail. You won’t even know there is an end to your pleasure.”“No end to my pleasure.”“Excellent. And this secret knowledge will stay right here, in this place, until I speak aloud your special message. That phrase will be the key that will unlock your Open Room, and you will remember what knowledge you have hidden here.”“I will remember.”Satisfied, I let her leave her imaginary room and lock the door. She ascended the steps back to full awareness, and no memory of my instructions. She opened her eyes, yawned, and wriggled around to look at me.“What did you do this time?” She asked, quizzically raising an eyebrow.“Oh, nothing at all, really …” I replied innocently, and kissed her. * * * Sunlight crept under the blinds on Friday morning, but we allowed ourselves a long lie in.“How do you fancy getting dirty while we get clean?” Chloé sparkled with a mischievous look.I grinned and reached under the covers to tickle her. She shrieked playfully and squirmed away from me. I chased her into the bathroom. Still giggling, she stripped out of her nightie and stepped into the shower. I joined her as she let the hot steamy of water soak into her fair hair.Her laughter soon Escort manavgat turned into trilling sighs as I devoted my soapy hands to massaging her body, carefully paying attention to every curve until I came to her breasts. Soon she was writhing back into me. She parted her legs and pressed her hands against the tiles to allow me to enter her.I could never last long when I felt her slippery wet body against mine, under the hot sting of water, her moans urging me one. As my own breathing came back slowly down, I turned the shower off, letting the last drops trickle down our intertwined bodies. I swept her around to give her a kiss.“That was fantastic, flower!”She looked at me strangely, her cheeks flushing pink, as though she was searching for something. But then she smiled and returned my embrace.We spent a pleasant day together, drinking coffee in our favourite café, and strolling through the park under the hot sun. I gauged that outwardly, she wasn’t all that different; a little more sparky and ebullient perhaps, but so was I, considering we were getting to spend precious time with one another. Still, I decided I would have to really push her buttons if I wanted to see any drastic difference.On Saturday evening, as we lounged on the sofa, watching television, I commenced my attack. I began rubbing her thigh, gently yet insistently. Still focused on the television, she silently consented to my advances. She opened her legs slightly, inviting my hand to push in further. Soon I was rubbing the cotton fabric of her shorts between her legs. Still pretending to watch the screen, her laboured breaths revealed her rising arousal.I was rewarded with a smouldering look I knew so well. She leapt onto me and kissed me. She pulled off her t-shirt and clawed at mine, raining hot kisses on my neck and chest once I was topless. She started to grind down on me, but I had other intentions. Easily lifting her up, I laid her flat on the floor. As she raised her hips in acquiescence, I slid her shorts down. She lay before me, naked, her arousal obvious. I tripped around until I was kneeling above her navel.I lowered my head and drew out my tongue, tasting her, teasing her most intimate parts. Immediately I felt her do the same to my cock. It alanya escort was electric. We kept our motions slow and steady for a while, but soon I was vigorously tickling her with my tongue. She tried to keep pace with me, but she was so turned on she had to cease to gasp and moan. I pulled away from her.“Don’t … stop! Don’t … stop!” She muttered.“Do you like it, when I lick your hot fucking cunt?” She loved it when I talked filthily. As a reply, she wrapped her lips around me once again and greedily sucked. Now it was my turn to lose control. I held on until I couldn’t.My own urges satisfied, I could devote my full attention to Chloé’s torture. I repositioned my knees slightly so I was both resting lightly on her chest – carefully ensuring I only pressed enough weight upon her so she would be immobilised, but not uncomfortable – and pinning her arms by her sides. Grabbing her buttocks, I raised her by the hips, forcing her body to remain completely still as I held her. It wasn’t the most comfortable position for me to be in, but I was determined to remain there for as long as I possibly could.I resumed my assault on her clitoris, now lapping with just as much pressure as I knew loved, then speedily swirling my tongue. I was rewarded by a delightful melody of gasps, as though she couldn’t retain enough air in her chest to breath, let alone beg.Now pushing into her as deep as I could, I spiked my tongue and bobbed my head quickly and forcefully. I knew from experience just how this would drive her wild, and normally, would be enough to tip her over her edge. I could feel the straining of her thigh muscles as she desperately thrashed around under me, unable to gain any greater purchase on my tongue.Her moaning turned into broken, incoherent shrieks. I don’t know for how long I managed to keep up that frantic pace, but finally, I could take no more, and I withdrew, my mouth and jaw aching. A matter of minutes for me, but I hoped an aeon for her. I lowered her hysterical, convulsing body back onto the bed.I watched, fascinated, as her erect clitoris pulsed and throbbed before me. Her vulva was incredibly inflamed, her lips gaping open and flooded wet with her own pearly arousal intermingling with my saliva.Now released, I watched the spasms continue to rip throughout her whole body – her legs were jolting seemingly independently of her torso, her head was violently agitating back and forth, and her eyes had rolled almost entirely white. Scooping her up, I clasped her tightly around the chest with one hand, and cupped her pussy firmly in the other.

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