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  HYPNO STUD 3

  by

  Jen Eastwood

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  The characters and events in this story are intended for titillation purposes only and in no way represent any real people or transpired events. Any similarity to actual individuals or events is purely coincidental. All characters depicted are the age of 18 or above.

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  HYPNO STUD 3

  I still kept Bridgette and Dawn apart. Even as the semester wound to a close, I knew I'd miss the both of them when they went home for the six week break. I had to find someone else to be in my company, and fast. Finals were only a few days away.

  The bars near campus were full of new recruits I could pick up, but I would have the same problem of them going away for a while. I decided on the nightclubs closer to downtown, well out of walking distance of where all my classmates were living. Before I wasted my time on another coed, I had to get a local pet.

  I took a cab, having no intention of ending up at my own place that night. Arriving at The Red Room, it was already hopping, just like any other Saturday night. I could tell the women going inside were closer to thirty than twenty.

  Standing in line, I knew the bouncer might start turning people away soon. The standard creeps and obvious troublemakers left disappointed, but when he turned back sure bets for getting in, I knew the place was at capacity. As the line inched forward, I prepared myself for using my powers more than once that night.

  The tall, bald pinhead towered over me as I walked up to him. “Club's packed, go somewhere else,” he said.

  I whistled my C note and held a stare. Do as I will it be, for it is service I call you to. “I think you can fit me in.”

  His eyelids drooped as he said, “Step right in, sir.” Easy enough.

  The warmth of the club and the flashing lights shocked my body. The cold darkness outside had worn me down, but my brain went into overload as I tried to scout out my next target. The place was packed with opportunities, but I knew I could afford to be picky.

  I parted my way through the crowd of dancing half-drunks, taking a good measure of each woman I passed. Too tall. I couldn't make out who had spilled half a mixed drink on me. She's a damn nice looker, but I'm not in the mood for a redhead. As the song changed, the crowd calmed down and I closed the last few feet to the bar.

  The bartender, an amazing girl who looked at least half-Latina, came over and pointed to take my drink order. She was tempting, but I had to get at least one helping of liquor in me before I made my choice.

  “Three Wise Men, on the rocks.” I let my C note fly, putting more volume in it than usual to break past the background noise. Do as I will it be, for it is service I call you to. She got lost in my eyes as I added, “And make it heavy on the Scotch.”

  I measured up her ass as she bent over for the bottles. Not too big, but enough to give me something to hold on to. The curve of her waist would have given an hourglass a run for its money.

  She sat the snifter down in front of me and bent over to pour the Scotch, Bourbon, and Tennessee Whiskey. The deep cleavage peeking out of her tank top made the decision for me. “What time are you outta here tonight?”

  Her voice came out as sultry as what her top and jeans hid. “Eleven. I got the early part of the night.”

  Only one hour to go. “Find me after you're done working. I'll be around somewhere.”

  She winked and moved on to the next thirsty drunk. I spent the next sixty minutes chatting up other candidates, pulling in four others with phone numbers I planned to keep on retainer for a later fuck.

  I strolled out of the bathroom after relieving myself of the three beers I threw on top of the whiskey concoction. My bartender subject was checking the crowd across the room. I started making my way over, ready to get the hell out of there for the real fun of the night.

  She met my eyes between the heads of two lounge lizards trying to chat her up. I cocked my head to motion her over, disappointing the pair of old bachelors. I was pleasantly surprised when she turned and ground her rump against me, matching the bass line of the song blasting through the club.

  “Let's go to your place!” I could barely hear myself over the music.

  The girl whose name I hadn't even gotten yet pulled me by the belt loop toward the back of the room. I followed, package first, getting a few stray elbows to my ribs as she forced her way between people. She turned to face me when the red exit sign was right above our heads.

  “I'm Maria,” she said, finally in a place where the speakers didn't rattle my organs.

  The alcohol did a bit of the talking for me. “I'm Trent. Let's fuck!”

  Maria pushed her breasts together and pulled closer to me. She got down on her knees before I could figure out my mistake. My zipper started creeping down before I caught her by the shoulders and pulled Maria back up.

  “At your place, not here.”

  The refusal to let the order stand unfulfilled spurred her on. Maria pulled me through the rear door by the open fly. The sound of the raging party inside softened to a dim drum line as soon as the door slammed shut.

  “You're the first customer I've taken home with me. You're a lucky man.” Maria didn't try to hide her intentions, slipping the hand deeper inside my zipper. The small crowd standing at the opening of the alleyway turned their heads to watch.

  “We'll take your car. I'll drive.” I had my reason.

  “Right around the corner. Let's go.”

  We rounded the brick building, making our way to the Mazda parked under the streetlight. The headlights flashed and the car chirped. I got in the driver's seat, Maria taking the other side. She handed me the keys and dipped her head in my lap, taking advantage of the open zipper I never bothered to pull back up.

  I followed the muffled directions to her place, just a few miles and minutes of road head away from the nightclub. I caressed the volume of hair covering my lap and asked, “We're here, right?”

  Maria eased up and said, “Park in front of the second house down on the right.”

  I eased the car between two others on the curb. It wasn't much bigger than my place, but a hell of a lot nicer than the student slum I called my playhouse. “Bartending must be a decent way to make a living.”

  She smiled and opened the door. I got out and looked at her over the hood. She opened her hand to catch the keys. I tossed them over the car as she said, “It is. Now hurry up.”

  “What's the rush?” I followed, watching her ass as she walked to the front door.

  “I put that much effort into getting you hard after a glass of whiskey. I'm not doing it again.”

  Whiskey dick. I wasn't a stranger to it. “If I don't stay hard, just do it again.” Another blowjob was beyond welcome in my mind.

  Maria slowed down a bit, picking the door key out and jamming it in the lock. She eased the slab of wood open and stepped in. I hesitated for a second, trying to decide exactly what I wanted to do to her.

  As I closed the door behind us, I knew Maria already had a plan. She turned to me popped the button on her jeans. “Have you ever fucked a girl on a washing machine, Trent?”

  “No, but I'm always up for something new.” The corner of her mouth went up as she turned, guiding me through the living room and kitchen. A nice front-loader sat waiting.

  “Take your clothes off too,” she said. “It's a good enough excuse to turn it on.”

  I was getting the idea. My clothes flew off of me in record time, barely beating Maria to fully nude. She met every expectation, right down to the tiny, neat landing strip I figured she would have.

  She wasted no time, emptying the pockets of our jeans, opening the door, and shoveling the clothes inside. She didn't bother adding detergent, flipping the door shut with her foot and turning the dial to spin cycle. She pressed the start button and hopped on top.

  The machine whirred to life, gradually speeding up as I closed in on those amazing tits. Vibrations jarred the floor underneath me, making Maria's body buzz with the reverberations as I put my hands on her. It finally reached a crescendo, feeling like an earthquake set to fast-forward.

  Maria hummed in tune with the machine, already feeling the effects of the stimulation. I had to dig in, pressing my mouth against a nipple and feeling the puffy lips of her vibrating pussy with my hand. I pressed two fingers between the shaking metal and her folds. Maria was already leaking out, her mouth whimpering as the speed of the washer kept up.

  My cock touched the side of the machine and I found out what she was getting so worked up about. It was almost too much for me to handle. I parted her walls with my fingers, taking in the warmth and wetness.

  Maria started moaning when I found a spot that pleased her. I turned my attention to the other breast. The second nub was already pointing out, ready for the care. “God, Trent. Don't stop.”

  Her hands pulled me tighter to her mounds. I pushed a third finger in and took her clit between my thumb and pinky. My entire hand buzzed with the machine, drivin
g her into a head-shaking fit.

  I heard the water stop flowing through the machine. It beeped and sped up even more. I knew I'd have to make an investment for my own house instead of going to the laundromat from then on. The miracle of becoming a human sybian was worth the price.

  Maria's whimpering started to shift pitch, giving way to screams of pleasure. I pushed the back of my hand into the buzzing sheet metal as hard as I could. Within seconds, she buried her mouth in the top of my head, shouting into my skull.

  I took the nipple between my front teeth and gave it a playful nibble. Maria's screams picked up. She wrapped her arms around my neck.

  The weight of her upper body fell in on my shoulders as she came. I spread the three fingers in her pussy, moving them a bit to keep feeding her the sensory overload. Her shouts drifted into pain, and I knew she'd had enough.

  I pulled the hand away and held Maria tight. The washing machine kept pumping waves of orgasm into body. The climax boiled over as she cocked her head back, opening her mouth as wide as possible and belting out a scream straight out of a murder.

  Maria's body had taken too much. I lifted her off of washer, letting her collapse into the linoleum floor. I had no intention of letting her come this hard. Her knees buckled as the orgasm finally broke. I put myself under her, letting her fall on me as I caressed any part of her body that seemed tempting.

  Maria pulled through like a champ, wrapping a hand around my cock. I brushed the hair out of her face and said, “That's the best damn orgasm I've ever seen.”

  She chuckled and gave me a slow stroke. Her chin rested on my sternum as she asked, “You've never heard of the washing machine trick?”

  “Never.”

  “It's one of the joys of womanhood, if you ask me.”

  My hands drifted to the perfect orbs she called ass cheeks. I tried to pull Maria up, ready for penetration. Her grip tightened around my shaft.

  “Why hurry, Trent? We don't have to start screwing on the floor.”

  “What did you have in mind?”

  Maria released my dick and pulled herself up. I rose along with her, wrapping my arms around her from behind. My cock was growing impatient.

  Her hands snaked back, rubbing the sides of my thighs. I took the opportunity to push Maria into the dryer, pinning her upper body against the top. “Dirty boy,” she said, spreading her legs ever so slightly.

  I took my time with her, burying my face in her pussy from behind. It tasted like nectar from Heaven, already dripping with more than I could lap up. Maria gasped with each lick, slowly raising her body as I kissed her headlong into more pleasure.

  Maria's ass gave me the perfect grip to pull my tongue even further into her. I broke past her entrance and tasted her essence at the source. She began moaning as she lifted her legs in the air, resting her thighs on my shoulders.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck baby!” Her voice echoed through the tiny room, passing through the thighs pressed tight against my ears. I felt Maria's body quiver with the first tremors.

  Not content to let her come yet, I pulled her down by the shoulders. Her legs whipped down, planting her feet back on the floor. I dipped my fingers back in to keep the stimulation going.

  Maria's incoming orgasm plateaued at nearly-there. I reached a hand around to get to her bean and pulled my fingers out. I pressed the wet hand into her back, forcing her breasts against the cold steel.

  I was beyond ready when I pressed my cock against her pussy. My torture of her clit slowed down as I eased my way in. Maria whimpered harder with each additional inch.

  The slow progress ended with my dick buried to the hilt. I pulled Maria's head back by the hair and grabbed onto her shoulder. If she was coming again, I was going to make sure it was on my terms.

  My body shifted back as she pleaded, “Hard! Fuck me hard!”

  “You can't come until I say you can.”

  I thrust in fast and deep. Maria screamed with each hammering blow. “Harder!”

  My hand moved from her shoulder to the small of her back. I picked up what steam I had, using my entire body's leverage. Her cries of ecstasy rang out, bouncing straight off of the wall a foot in front of her face.

  I pushed her right leg up on the dryer and said, “You're a good little slut, you know that?” The spread of her legs let me go even deeper and faster.

  Maria half stated and half screamed from the fucking, “Yes, yes, yes!”

  The machine rocked with each thrust, pulling the legs up and crashing them down in a rowdy commotion. I couldn't help teasing her, asking, “Do you want to come already?”

  I could feel her labored breathing as Maria's hands gripped tight on the control panel up top. “Please let me come!”

  Maria's lifted leg curled around me. I couldn't pull all the way out anymore, so I took advantage of her weakness. The bone-shattering thrusts gave way to a quick burst of shorter, faster pumps.

  With a quick bob of my hips up and down, Maria reached her limit. “Ah... Fuck! Please Trent!”

  I forced her leg back down. I did a quick set of hard slams into her and pulled out, dropping a hand to get back to work on her clit. Her voice turned into a primal scream.

  “Now come hard for me.” I dove right back in with my shaft before taking my fingers away. I had to stay deep inside her confines, fighting back against the walls of her pussy which were desperately trying to eject me.

  Maria's pussy clenched in waves passing from her cervix to her entrance, then back in again. My cock felt ready to blow already. As the pulses died down, I ripped myself out of her and commanded, “Blowjob. Now.”

  She tried her best to slide down and into position, crumpling in the floor. I pulled her up by the shoulders and forced myself into her waiting mouth. I grabbed onto a handful of hair and pulled her head back and forth. Coming too hard was no excuse for one of my toys to give out.

  Maria wrapped her hands around my ass, trying to push her head away. I pulled hard, knocking the back of her throat with my full length. “Give in. You can't say no.”

  Her throat tried to relax. I felt her sputter through my shaft, unable to take the whole thing, even with a direct order. I knew not to push the bounds of what she could physically handle. Choking her to death on my cock wasn't my goal.

  I pulled myself out of her mouth and gently guided her up by the roots of her hair. Maria tried to resist, refusing to disobey my order for a good blow. “Stand up,” I said, trying to prevent her sexual suicide.

  “Yes sir.” Maria stood and wiped the spittle from her lips. She looked like a scolded puppy, sticking her lower lip out and bowing her head.

  I lifted her chin and said, “You did well for your master. Don't be afraid.”

  Maria's face lit up. “So what can I do for you now?”

  I had to think for a second. The possibilities for how I could defile my senorita of a bartender were damn near endless. Then inspiration struck.

  Maria's legs lifted in the air as I picked her up. She clamped her arms around my shoulders and asked, “Are you gonna surprise me?”

  I started walking with her in my arms, carrying Maria into the kitchen. Like any decent bartender, she had a small bar complete with spouted bottles in the middle of the room. I sat her down on the tender-side counter, pressing her knees into her breasts.

  Her tight little pussy invited me back in, hovering just over the edge of the counter at the perfect height. The bottom of my cock rubbed against the lowest section of her little entrance as I made my way back in, the tip finally hitting her roof.

  Maria jerked and moaned, pulling my body closer around her legs. “That's it baby, you got it,” she said, letting her head roll to the side for a good look at my shaft as it vanished inside her.

  I braced her shoulders with my arms, letting her eyes get an even better view. She rested her head on a knee as I asked, “You like watching, don't you?”

  My strokes eased in and out. I withdrew completely and pushed back in. Maria's lips smiled as she took witness.

  “Someday, Trent, you'll have to fuck me on the bar at work.” I did another complete reentry. “Oh shit, that's good.”

  I rewarded her eagerness by stroking her cheek. “Such a good little whore.”

  Maria's big brown eyes looked up at me. “Am I really your good little whore, or are you just-,” I gave her a hard thrust. “-ah! Telling me that?”