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Thanksgiving Hypno Orgy
By Hypnofur
“Mitchell, take a picture of me and Kelly!” Jenna told her husband. Mitchell dutifully took her phone and snapped a picture of the two of us.
“I’m sending this to Tessa and telling her to hurry up!” Jenna said as she took the phone back and started texting our mutual friend.
Tessa, Jenna, and I have been friends since college. Every year, we do a friends Thanksgiving, yes, I suppose it is a Friendsgiving. For the Thanksgiving of 2014, it was decided that we would leave Manhattan and have a “Destination” Thanksgiving in Vermont. I think we all knew our time without kids was dwindling. Plans had been made over the summer, and shockingly, no one had backed out.
That was especially surprising considering that it had been an especially hard year for the group. Tessa had separated from her husband Paul around Labor Day. We were glad she decided to still come for the weekend, despite being solo.
Mitchell and my husband James were loading luggage into the house we rented as Jenna and I caught up, and talked a lot about Tessa’s situation. We were eventually interrupted by a text notification on Jenna’s phone.
It was a selfie of Tessa. “Kel, she looks sad” Jenna said.
“I think those are duck lips” I said. Tessa posted similar type pictures to facebook all the time. Jenna and I were definitely attractive, we were 8’s for sure. I’m not bragging, it is just true. Tessa though, Tessa was a smoking hot 10. Always had been.
A text came through from Tessa. “Those r duck lips. I’m not sad!” she said. Jenna and I laughed hysterically.
“She looks like she is in the passenger seat” I said. That surprised me. Wasn’t she driving herself up alone?
Jenna texted that question. “Are u a passenger?”
“y” Tessa answered
“Are u taking UBER?” Jenna asked. It was a three hour drive from Tessa’s place, so I really hoped she hadn’t UBER’d up.
“no” Tessa answered.
“How many people are in that car with u?” Jenna asked, typing out what I was wondering as well. It wasn’t completely out of the range of possibility that Tessa could have brought a bunch of people with her. She sometimes… marched to the beat of her own drummer. The house we rented only had a certain amount of bedrooms though. I worried about stuff like that, Tessa didn’t.
Tessa just sent back a selfie with two fingers held up.
“r u bringing a date?” Jenna asked.
“y” was Tessa’s response.
“Well, this weekend is going to get a lot more interesting!” Jenna laughed.
Almost two hours later, Tessa and her “date” arrived. He was a bit older, and kind of plain looking. Tessa was beautiful and rich, so we assumed that anyone she dated, even a rebound guy, would be a model type.
What was noticeable though, was his confidence, and his smooth British accent. I could see Mitchell and James give each other looks. They liked to talk sports and guy stuff. Tessa’s now estranged husband Paul fit right in. I could tell the guys were doubtful that Tessa’s new friend Marcus would be talking NFL playoffs with them.
Jenna and I were of course charmed by his accent and wonderful British manners. What girl doesn’t love a well heeled Brit?
We had a wonderful dinner and all got caught up. Frankly, we were all really good friends and regularly texted, facebooked, etc. There wasn’t that much catching up required. That left plenty of time to do some digging on Marcus.
It turns out they had only known each other for about two months. My mind immediately did the math, and realized that was around the time that Tessa and Paul separated. Wow! Did Tessa dump Paul for this guy? Paul was really rich, which was something Tessa had always loved about him. I had a hard time believing that she would do that. I knew there were some pre-nups in there.
“Tessa, perhaps your friends would enjoy some of the wine we brought?” Marcus said. Tessa nodded and immediately went to go fetch the bottle. Jenna and I instantly looked at each other in disbelief. We had known Tessa for years. She always bossed guys around, had them waiting on her hand and foot. We had never, ever seen her do something a guy told her to do. Not that Marcus told her to do it, but it was implied. We couldn’t believe it. She even poured some for us all. I was floored.
It was pretty good wine too. Strong, but good.
“So, Marcus, what do you do?” my husband James asked, coyly giving me a wink. He knew me, he knew I would be so curious. I loved James.
“I’m a hypnotist actually.” Brian said. Didn’t see that coming.
“Wow, like a hypnotherapist? Helping people quit smoking and stuff?” Jenna clarified.
“Like that, but I refer to myself as a Master Hypnotist, more than a hypnotherapist. There are subtleties” he said.
“So you can really hypnotize people?” Jenna pressed.
“Well, yes, I’m afraid that is what a Master Hypnotist does” he said. Politely pointing out in his British way that Jenna was just restating the obvious.
“Have you hypnotized Tessa?” I heard someone say. Oops, it was me. I had a tendency to say what was on my mind.
“Yes, Tessa is a wonderful subject” Marcus said, looking over at Tessa with a loving look. She looked back at him with equal adoration.
I saw Mitchell and James exchange glances. No doubt they were thinking that it would be hot to hypnotize Tessa into some sex stuff. I’m sure they both thought she was hot. They were men, all men find Tessa hot.
It didn’t take long before the obvious suggestion had been made. ”Could you hypnotize Jenna?” Mitchell asked. I was glad James had not been the one to pipe in. Marcus politely declined, then of course there was the obligatory pressure, and he caved. Wow, who didn’t see that coming.
We all took seats in the living room. I felt very tingly from the wine. Marcus moved the coffee table and set up one single chair in the center. He invited Jenna to take that seat, which she did. I was surprised that she didn’t look nervous at all. Jenna wasn’t as uptight as I was, but she wasn’t usually this easy going either. Maybe the wine was making her tingly too?
Marcus stood behind Jenna and held a multi-faceted crystal ball on a gold chain in front of her eyes. He spun it gently at first, just telling her in his very smooth British voice to relax and watch the crystal. As he spun the gem, the hundreds of angled cuts on its surface caught the illumination from the lamps and roaring fire in our rented living room and reflected it in all directions across all of our faces. I looked at the Tessa and the other two guys. They were all gazing at the crystal ball, a blank look on their faces. Jenna was watching it as well.
Up until that point, I had not looked directly at the gem Marcus was spinning. Jenna staring at it so intently, I could understand. She was trying to be a good sport, I thought. But seeing the crystal ball captivate Mitchell and James piqued my curiosity. I finally looked at the shining crystal. The way it caught the light and shot it off into so many directions did make it interesting to look at, but I didn’t feel any different, I didn’t’ feel hypnotized by it. I could hear Marcus’ instructions to Jenna. I will admit, as I continued looking at the spinning crystal, it was like I could hear his voice more clearly. It was kind of like he was talking to me.
He was telling me to relax and concentrate on the crystal, how rays of light would only relax me more as they gently cascaded across me. He was reinforcing how amazing the spinning crystal was to gaze upon. He told me I would go even deeper into trance for him each time I saw and felt one of those beams. I was feeling more relaxed, as the crystal refracting a light beam at me every few seconds. It was a very pleasant feeling, and I found myself wanting to continue looking at the beautiful hypnotic crystal. Listening to Marcus’ words made it so easy. It felt so good to just concentrate and relax, concentrate and relax. It was so good. No wonder the others were lost in the lights and the ball the way they were. It felt so wonderful to relax this way. Just like his smooth British voice was saying. Concentrate and relax. Concentrate and relax. My entire body was becoming limp, my muscles so relaxed I couldn’t move. I didn’t care. I just enjoyed the wonderful relaxed feeling that was unlike any I had ever experienced before.
“Awakening on one, feeling refreshed and wonderful.” I heard Marcus say as I came to. I looked around the living room. Mitchell and James seemed to be waking up as well, as did Jenna in the chair. Had he hypnotized all of us? Was that a problem? It didn’t feel like a problem. It was relaxing and refreshing. No wonder Tessa was so into this guy. I’d love to have that experience all the time. He was very attractive as well.
We all thanked him for the demonstration. He then told us that he was getting tired, and wanted to save his energy for a hike the next day, and that he was going to retire to bed. He told Tessa to come with him, and she followed obediently. The rest of us decided to stay up and play our annual Connect Four Tournament.
Truthfully, after that, I was having a hard time keeping my mind on the game. My mind wandered to Marcus hypnotizing Tessa. Does he do that for her every night? It was so relaxing, so wonderful. I imagined just letting him hypnotize me on a beach somewhere. God, that must be so wonderful.
After a little while I said, “I need a sweater.” I stood up to go get one from my room. I really didn’t want a sweater. I knew what I wanted. I walked up the stairs wondering if I could hear Marcus putting Tessa in a trance. What I heard as I entered the hall was far more… intimate.
“Oh god, fuck me, fuck me, sir”
I could hear Tessa’s voice.
“God I love your cock. I’m so yours. I’m your lover, your slave, fuck me please sir, God yes, yes, fuck me.”
I stood there listening. Thinking about that hypnotic man fucking Tessa made my heart beat faster. I knew I should have left, but I stood there listening.
"You hypnotized them all so deeply,” I heard her say in admiration. Then I heard rhythmic grunting. “Mmmmph, mmmph, mmmph, I could tell he was jamming his cock in her.
"God yes,” Tessa moaned. “Anything you want you can have. No one can deny you anything….”
“You know what I want,” he replied.
“Yes, mmmph, what can I mmmmph do,” she panted between grunts. “How can I serve you?”
They continued to fuck. I felt flushed and warm. Getting scared I’d get discovered, I headed back downstairs. As I ducked into the bathroom for a minute to catch my breath, I wondered what he wanted. It seemed she’d do anything for him. Was he that good a hypnotist that he had finally tamed the wild stallion that is Tessa? Why did I find that sexy and not alarming?
I caught my breath, splashed some water on my face and rejoined the others
“Couldn’t find your sweater?” asked Jenna.
Dammit, I’d forgotten why I went up there. “No, I decided, I didn’t need it after all” I replied.
We played a few more rounds and all headed to bed. By the quiet in the hall it was obvious Tessa and Marcus had finished.
When we got to bed I was horny. I rolled over and gave James a passionate kiss. He kissed back. I slid my hand down to his cock, he stopped me.
“I’m just so sleepy,” he said.
“I’m not” I complained, well, whined.
“Night Kelly,” he said. He kissed me, rolled over, and closed his eyes. He was asleep in minutes.
I couldn’t sleep. I could feel a need between my legs. I tossed and turned. I looked at James sleeping. What the hell, I thought. I pushed off my pajama bottoms. I bent my knees and spread my legs. Dropping my hand to my pussy, thoughts of Marcus’s hypnotic voice running through my head, I brought myself to an orgasm. James slept right through it. I finally fell asleep.
The next day, James and I wanted to explore the quaint Vermont village we were in. We had heard there were some cool little antique shops. Jenna and Mitchell and Tessa and Marcus were set for a hike, and were getting ready for it when we left.
James and I had a great morning, and found a terrific little lunch place. After lunch, he saw a snowboarding store. I know he can just get lost in those places for hours, so I suggested we part ways. I took an UBER back to the house we rented. Mitchell and Jenna’s BMW was still parked at the house, but the car Tessa came up in was gone.
When I walked in the house I heard the unmistakable sound of sex. Jenna and Mitchell were obviously having sex in the kitchen.
I heard Jenna. “God yes, oh god, I love that cock, fuck me, fuck fuck fuck, it feels so good, fuck, mmmmph, fuck.”
Wow, Mitchell was really giving it to her. I couldn’t believe they were doing this! In the kitchen no less! Then I heard Mitchell’s voice…
“You like that? You like that cock? You like feeling his cock in your hypnotized pussy?”
Wait? His? What? I couldn’t help but look. There was Jenna, bent over the table, her yoga pants and panties were around her ankles, and Marcus was behind her fucking her hard. I could see the muscles in his ass as he drove into her. As I was taking this in I realized that Mitchell was kneeling there watching. He had his cock in his hand and was encouraging her.
“Go ahead baby. Show him what a great fuck you are. Take that cock. Cum all over it. Show him you’re as good a fuck as Tessa.” Then Mitchell said to Marcus, “Please sir. Make my wife yours. Fuck her.”
“Oh my god,” said Jenna. “Mitchell, from now on I am his slave. If he wants me. I’ll run to him. I love you, but I am his now. He can do things you haven’t. He can cum in my mouth. He can fuck me as he pleases. I’m your wife, I’m his slave!”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and seeing. It both shocked me and made me wet as hell. I was focused on that cock slamming Jenna’s pussy. The fact that Mitchell was watching her get fucked shocked me. I slipped upstairs before anyone saw me.
Alone with my thoughts my mind was racing. Marcus was fucking Jenna. Should I tell Tessa? Mitchell was watching. He had clearly hypnotized them both into thinking this way. Should I tell her that too? Jenna looked so hot being fucked. I had never seen someone I like, knew in real life get fucked before. It was hot. Mitchell thought watching her was hot too. They were so hypnotized, so under Marcus’ control. Before I realized it I had unbuttoned my jeans and had my hand in my panties. I pictured myself, bent over the table, Marcus’s cock pounding my pussy. I came all over my fingers.
Tessa and James arrived home at the same time. I don’t even know where Tessa had gone. I headed downstairs and everything seemed normal. Jenna started making small talk. The conversation flowed easily between all of them. I felt oddly out of it. I wasn’t sure what to do. I didn’t know if I should say something. I resolved to tell James when we were alone.
We all sat down for an after-dinner board game. Eventually it was bed time. When we got to our room, I decided to tell him.
"James, when I got back here today, something weird was happening.”
“Weird? how so, he replied. He just looked at me, waiting.
"Well, I walked in on Jenna and Marcus having sex,” I said. He just looked at me.
“Not only that,” I went on. “Mitchell was watching them.”
That seemed to bring a reaction.
“Watching?” he repeated.
“Yes, he was kneeling on the floor watching and masturbating. I think Marcus hypnotized them into doing that”
“Wow, he must have been so deep under to just watch her submit to him like that.” he mumbled.
It was kind of weird. He wasn’t really commenting on his Jenna screwing Marcus but seemed more fixated on Mitchell watching while hypnotized.
“Yeah, he watched, Marcus hypnotized him into it” I repeated. “What should I do? Should I tell Tessa?”
“Well, it’s really none of our business,” he said calmly. Then he shocked me. “When you think about it, it’s kinda hot ” he said.
“Hot?” I responded in surprise. We’d been married eight years and he never had said anything was hot.
“What was hot?” I asked. “Jenna having sex with Marcus?”
“I don’t know,” he answered. “But the idea of being so deep in hypnosis that all a guy could do was watch his wife submit to the hypnotist is hot I guess.”
“Are you saying you want that to happen to you? To me?” I challenged.
“I just think the situation was hot.” He said avoiding the question.
That gave me something to think about. Did he want to be hypnotized into watching me have sex? He didn’t say no. A picture of Marcus fucking Jenna flashed in my head.
That gave me a lot to think about. I again had trouble sleeping. This time the noise from the bedrooms started before James fell asleep. In fact this time it seemed as if Jenna and Tessa were trying to out do each other.
From Tessa’s room we heard. “Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck me, give me all that cock. Mph, yeah oh god yes, you are the best fuck Sir. Shove that cock in my pussy, in my mouth, anywhere you want it. Anywhere. I’m yours sir. Just fuck me.”
Meanwhile from Jenna’s room. “God Mitchell, that was amazing. I love cock, it makes me feel so full, fuck me, yes fuck me.”
I wasn’t sure if she was talking about Marcus or Mitchell’s cock. I was pretty sure it was Marcus’s.
I kissed James. This time he didn’t push me away. To the sounds of our friends being fucked James rolled me on my back and stuck his cock in me. It felt so good but also like I was missing something. I tried to relax in the rhythm, but I heard Tessa and Jenna. They were still being fucked and loud about it. I could never be that loud, I’d be too embarrassed.
It took about 2 minutes and James came. I rarely came from sex with him. This time it left me extremely frustrated. Especially knowing both Tessa and Jenna were still getting fucked.
James rolled over and fell to sleep. I immediately stuck my fingers in my pussy. I felt the messy cum and then I took my messy fingers and rubbed them on my clit. I listened to Jenna and Tessa getting fucked. I imagined it was me bent over a table with Marcus’s cock in my pussy and his hypnotic voice in my head. I came, I thought that was it, but it wasn’t, I wanted more. I started jamming my fingers back in my pussy. I came again. I felt better, but still like something was missing. I fell fitfully asleep.
The next day was Thanksgiving, the big day. The reason why we all came here to this rented home. The three of us ladies were up early putting the Thanksgiving dinner together. Well, that’s a bit of an over simplification… I was putting it together, Jenna was assisting, and Tessa was with us, but to say she was helping would be a stretch. I was grateful to be so crazy busy with it all though, because it gave me something else to think about other than the sexual weirdness.
When the actual food was ready, we all worked to get it to the table, except Marcus. He was sitting at the head of the table, letting everyone serve him. Tessa even jumped in to help with set up, but only in terms of getting Marcus what he needed. She and Jenna were just fawning over him. Mitchell seemed to be too, less in a French maid kind of way, and more in a “do you need a beer? Need anything at all?” kind of way. It was totally weird.
And during dinner, everyone was hanging on his every word. Like he was the king. It made the whole dinner weird. By the time we were done eating, the three of them were just staring at him, waiting for his next command. James looked at me, worried. It was clear he could see this situation was extremely odd as well.
Marcus finally said, “Kelly, you did an amazing job with this dinner for all of us. Tessa, Jenna, and Mitchell, I’d like you to clean this up while I hypnotize Kelly and James on the couch.”
They all said “Yes Marcus” in unison, and immediately got busy. I could see they were in deep. This was a totally crazy thing, now this guy thought we were going to let him play with our minds and make us like them? Was he kidding? I looked at James, wondering if he was going to make a dash for the car keys.
He wasn’t, instead he was just looking at Marcus, seemingly frozen in thought? Indecision maybe?
“James, you’d very much like to be hypnotized again, wouldn’t you?” Marcus said to my husband.
“I-I” James stumbled.
Marcus didn’t wait for him to stammer anything out. “Take Kelly by the hand and go sit on the couch” he directed calmly but firmly.
James turned to me and took my hand, walking me to the couch. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Wasn’t he going to fight this? Wasn’t I?
Marcus sat down across from us. “I know you’ve been wanting to get lost in this…” he said as he pulled the crystal from his pocket. My eyes immediately went to it. Oh god, it felt so good to look at it. I knew I should stop, that I should look away. But I couldn’t it felt to good.
“Now, listen to the sound of my voice and get lost in that” he added. That was the last thing I remember before surrendering to his hypnotic bliss.
Next thing I knew, I heard a snap of his fingers. I looked over, James was next to me, clearly waking up like I was. I looked over at Marcus. Tessa was sitting on his lap. Her sweater was still on, but her pants were not. She was just in her sweater and panties. She was just staring at him lovingly, caressing his head and the back of his neck.
Jenna came over sat down next to Marcus, he put his hand on her knee… which was also exposed because she too was in her sweater and panties only. Mitchell kneeled next to her in only his boxers.
“Marcus looked at James. "Looks like your wife is overdressed,” he said.
I wasn’t sure how to respond. I was shocked he said it, but I also wondered how James would respond. I didn’t say anything.
“Um, seems that way, sir” James said.
“Well fix it,” said Marcus with an evil grin. “I’ve been dying to see more of her since we got here.”
James looked down, “I don’t think she’d let me,”
I still hadn’t responded. Too many thoughts flying through my head. No way I wanted James to undress me, well, maybe. I imagined showing of my body to Marcus. He was so hot, I wanted him to like it. The thought made my pussy tingle.
Then I thought, what was I thinking? This man fucked Jenna and Tessa. Was I going to be another conquest? I thought about how pleasured both Jenna and Tessa were when they fucked him. How they both praised his hypnotic cock. that looked hot.
“Sure she would,” I heard Marcus say. “Because she knows it will please me”
Marcus looked at me. “Stand up,” he said.
I immediately stood up.
Marcus said to me, “I really want to have you.”
Just like that, in front of my husband. In front of Jenna, Mitchell, and Tessa. I didn’t respond I just looked at James.
“Look at him,” Marcus affirmed. “He just wants to see me pleased. See me served.”
After hearing James call him sir, I was starting think that might be true. Before I could think anymore, Marcus stood up, he scooped me in his arms and kissed me. I could feel the muscles in his chest and arms as he kissed me. I didn’t resist. I kissed back.
"Tell me what you want,” he whispered in my ear.
I moaned.
“Say it,” he pushed.
I pulled back and looked him in the eyes. I thought of James behind me, not moving, not objecting. “I want you to serve you, to please you,” I whispered.
He pulled off my top. Now I was in bra panties and jeans.
“Go ask your husband to undo your jeans.”
I turned to James. I wondered if the reality of the situation would break the spell and he’d back out.
I stood there watching his face. He reached for the buttons. He hesitated a minute, then undid the buttons on my jeans.
“Unzip them,” Marcus said to James. It was obvious we were all under Marcus’s control now. James unzipped my jeans.
Marcus then pulled me to him. He undid my bra. I shrugged it off and let it fall to the floor. I instinctively covered my breasts with my hands.
With one arm he scooped me off the ground and held me. With the other he pulled my hand away. He wrapped his lips around my nipple.
I couldn’t believe I was letting him do this but it felt good. Knowing I was being watched only made me feel more controlled. Unfortunately, I realized I liked feeling controlled by Marcus. A lot. My husband always treated me like a wife, a partner. I wanted to be treated as a slave. I wanted to be fucked, not made love to. I moaned as he sucked on one nipple then the other.
“Get out of those pants,” he said.
“Yes sir” I said automatically. As I was taking them off, I looked around. Jenna was stroking Mitchell’s cock through his boxers. Tessa had her fingers in her panties. James seemed to be rubbing his cock through his jeans.
Marcus pushed lightly on my shoulders. “Suck me,” he said.
I’d given maybe ten blowjobs in my life. I did not consider myself an expert. I got down on my knees and unzipped his pants. I wondered how big this thing was. I used both my hands to stroke his cock while I lightly fucked the tip in and out of my lips. It grew hard. It was no bigger than James’, but it felt so much more powerful, more majestic.
After a few minutes he pulled me to my feet. “Mmmmm, that was good my pet,” he said. I looked up at him and smiled.
He reached both his hands under my ass and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, he carried me to where my husband was and dropped me, facing out, into his lap. He grabbed my legs and pushed them apart.
“Hold her legs,” he said to James.
James grabbed my legs and pulled them back. I could feel his cock hard through his jeans. I looked around the room. Tessa’s panties were now on the floor and her fingers were buried in her pussy. Jenna was on her knees between Mitchell’s legs sucking his cock.
My pussy was dripping wet. Marcus knelt down between my legs, I mean between mine and James’s legs. He placed the tip of his cock against my pussy and with his hand rubbed the head up and down my slit lubricating the tip. Then he started to enter me. I felt my pussy lips give way to accept the head of his cock.
He started gently pulling it out and sliding back in. With each stroke my pussy accepted more and more of him. It felt amazing. Like every piece of my body and mind was filled with his power. I kept my eyes open and focused on his hypnotic eyes.
With one last thrust he was all the way in me. I tilted my head back and breathed in. When I did I saw my husband’s eyes watching me intently. I almost forgot that he was holding me and spreading my legs.
“Oh my god,” was all I said.
Marcus started pumping his cock into me. With every thrust I felt my pussy move with him. I could feel the pulling at my clit as he thrust.
“Oh my fucking god,” I sighed. “This feels so good. I never knew a cock could feel like this.”
Tessa moved and sat next to James. She took my hand.
“I know, Kelly. Enjoy it. You are becoming Master’s.”
I let myself go. The thrusting became more urgent.
“Ungh, ungh, ungh,” I grunted with each thrust. “Oh God yes, fuck me, give me that cock, fuck me. Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck.”
Tessa held my hand with one hand and played with her clit with the other. “That’s it Kelly, take that cock. Fuck him. Become his”
The sound of her voice sent me to my first orgasm.
“Ohhhhhhh,” I sighed.
“Oh yeah,” Tessa moaned as she came in her fingers beside me.
Marcus just kept fucking me. Thrust after thrust of his hard body and hard cock. With James holding me, and Tessa holding my hand, I placed my other hand on Marcus’s chest. I felt the hard muscle beneath his skin move with every thrust. I came again.
This time I was louder. “"God yes. Fuck. Fuck me, unghh unghhh unghhh. Fuck.”
I suddenly remembered James was spreading my legs. “Fuck James. His cock is amazing. You’re going to have to spread my legs for him again. Any time he asks, I will fuck him. I want to fuck him in our bed. We are his now!”
The thought of lying on my back, in my bed. James holding my legs open, and feeling Marcus’s hard body on top of me made me cum again.
“Yesssss,” I hissed.
Marcus pulled his cock out of me, “Noooooo,” I moaned.
With his strong arms he picked me up and flipped me over. I was on my knees. I pressed my head and chest to the floor. I spread my legs a bit so he had complete access to my dripping pussy.
He placed the tip of his cock against my pussy opening again. I was soaking wet. He still took his time with his first thrust. Slowly thrusting back and forth till again he was buried inside me.
I looked at James as Marcus gave him permission to play with himself. He pulled his cock out and started jerking it as he watched. Jenna had repositioned herself and was sitting on Mitchell’s cock and fucking him. She was grunting as he fucked her.
“Yes, yes, yes.”
Now Marcus started really fucking me. I grunted with each thrust. Soon he had me cumming again.
“Fuck yes, Master!” I cried.
I was getting tired. Marcus put his strong hands on my hips to steady me. I felt like a rag doll. He was just pushing me and pulling me on his cock. I came one more time. I couldn’t fuck back anymore. I collapsed letting his cock slide out of me.
I rolled onto my back and laid there panting.
“Oh my god’, I sighed. "That was amazing.”
Marcus was kneeling there with his still hard cock in his hand. I spread my legs and begged, “please cum in me.”
He positioned himself on top of me and guided his cock into my well stretched pussy. He started fucking me again. With everything I had left I started fucking back.
“Cum for me, please, cum for me, give it to me, squirt inside me,” I begged
If it was possible I felt his cock getting bigger. I felt he was going to explode.
“Oh yes,” I cried as I came again. “Cum in me. Make my pussy yours.”
I felt him shudder and then hot jets of cum squirted against my pussy walls. Even as wet as I was I could feel it hot inside me. Pulse after pulse. Somewhere in my brain I heard Jenna cumming beside me. I came again.
He pulled out. I didn’t even have the strength to sigh. The last jet of cum landed on my belly and tits, as if he were marking me.
“Mmmmmaster,” I sighed contentedly.
I looked at James. I don’t know when he came, but he had his sticky cum all over his hands and clothes.
The rest of that weekend was spent with Jenna, Tessa, and I worshipping and making love to Marcus as the two guys masturbated. There was also a lot of hypnotic programming.
For the next three years, Marcus looked to be Tessa’s live in boyfriend. In reality, he was all of our Masters, and our New York existence was all about serving him. Jenna stayed married to Mitchell, and I stayed married to James, but we belonged to Marcus.
Eventually, he decided to move on a bit. He had James and Mitchell kidnap Paul and he brainwashed him. With the original crew back together, we moved on with our lives. We eventually all had kids. Marcus kept taking beautiful women in their late twenties.
Every once and a while, when he was in Westchester (where we all settled), we’d have another hypno orgy. The guys would transfer a bunch of money to him, and the three of us would just worship him like he was a king and we were his harem. Those were the times I was truly Thankful for.