I woke with a lazy sort of feeling. It seemed tom me as if my whole body was clamoring for a sexual adventure. I yearned for a cock in my cunt or my ass! I couldn't quite decide why it was that this was bothering me, but then, I realized that it must be the aftermath of my hypnotic episode. It was then that I spotted my faithful hair brush leering at me from the top of my dresser. Gradually, I recalled the sensation I had felt when I pushed that brush – bristles first – into my widely open cunt. Could I have actually done that? Somehow, the mere thought of doing that to my body brought back the feelings I had experienced when those stiff bristles had rubbed along the sides of my cunt channel. A nasty thought sprang up in my over sexed mind. Could I possibly do that without the impetus of a hypnotic suggestion? Without any real hesitation, I reached over and grabbed my brush. With one swift move, I tried to jam the bristle-end into my cunt. The sudden, sharp pain told me at once that this was not possible. I quickly reversed the brush and with another brusque thrust, I jammed the handle into my puckered hole as far as it would go. Oh, God! How good that felt!
I lay there with the brush handle deep inside of my ass for a considerable time, but the demands of the day caused me eventually to withdraw the brush and begin my morning routine.
As I began my drive to the office, I realized that I was a different person than what I had been just the day before. I checked out the sexual area of the bodies of every person I saw. Mentally, I visualized the cunt lips or the cock of each one. When I entered the office, I inspected my compatriots in the same manner. My eyes bored into their crotch areas and I wondered how their sex organs looked to the naked eye. The first one I looked at so assiduously was Kayla. She must have actually felt the force of my gaze for she suddenly stood, faced me and lifted her shag gown thereby exposing her cunt. I stood for the longest time just staring at her cunt and the gold ring she sported just above her clit. I felt her eyes boring into my genital area and, without any conscious thought on my part, I, too, responded to her demanding gaze by lifting my gown and displaying my cunt. I looked over at the other two and, as if they were moving in slow motion, they, too, exposed their genitalia! It was the acknowledgement that our hypnotic experiences had forged us into a group of sex-hungry sister-harlots! The insistent ringing of the phone broke the spell that had descended upon us all and we quickly returned to our work day.
My first glance downward at my desk top surprised me even more. For, laying upon my desk, was a small, portable DVD player equipped with ear plugs. Along side of this implement, lay a plastic DVD capsule. I quickly scanned the desks of the others and noted at once that they all had similar players – none of which were currently in use. I had no idea how I had happened to receive this or what it was for. I opened the DVD capsule, extracted the disc and inserted it into the player. The music I had heard the day before began immediately and, as I listened, that soft melodious voice began to speak to me. My sexual excitement blossomed into full bloom almost immediately. The message was brief and to the point.
"At 11:00 sharp, you shall arrive at the office of William Jensen, the company comptroller and there you shall satisfy Mr. Jensen's basic physical needs!"
Some of the things Yvette had said during our introduction to the sexier side of La Minette, had intimated that we might be used as company whores for our own members of management. Somehow, I had not assimilated this completely, but now, there was little doubt as to what I was expected to do. I didn't have to concern myself with any worry about whether or not my sexual excitement level would be sufficiently elevated. My internal juices began flowing at once and, by the time I had listened to the message a second time, there was a distinct damp spot in the back of my gown. I felt the surge of sexual hunger in my guts and I knew that I would be more than capable of engaging some male stranger in any sexual gymnastics he might wish to undertake.
Promptly at 11:00 I opened the outer door to the office of the company comptroller. I was a little surprised to find myself looking at a rather young secretary. I started to announce myself, but she cut me off before I could even begin.
"You are expected! You may go right in! Mr. Jensen's private secretary will tell you what you are to do."
She was pointing at another door so I moved over to it and entered without knocking. This time, I was facing a mature woman of about sixty years of age. She rose from behind a very large desk and extended her hand.
"I am Miss Jensen, Mr. Jensen's private secretary. And you are?"
It was surprising when she didn't even know my name and I wondered at what kind of situation this was since both the official and his secretary had the same name.
"I am Olivia from the secretarial pool."
"Yes, of course you are. Come. We shall go right in, but first, I must tell you that Mr. Jensen is totally deaf. I shall act as his translator so you need not concern yourself with these kinds of problems. Since he is deaf, Mr. Jensen prefers to take his girls from the back – facing away from him. In that way, he can concentrate upon my hand signs. Does this upset you in any way?" I shook my head indicating a negative answer.
I knew at once that I was obviously expected for she had not announced my presence. The office we entered was even bigger than the one before and it was much more richly appointed. I didn't have much time to examine the office for my attention was immediately captured by the slender, fortyish man sitting in one of the easy chairs. He was looking at me very intently as he lazily stroked his nearly erect cock! His chair did not have arms so his lap was unobstructed. I turned to look at Miss Jensen and she, in turn, began unbuttoning my gown. That woman was superbly capable in undressing females. In a matter of a few seconds, I was standing before her clad only in my quarter-size bra and my open crotch panty hose. Her hand shot out and began stroking my cunt lips. At the same time, her other hand located my girly cock and began a stimulating rubbing of that organ, As she rubbed it, my girly cock got bigger and bigger. I stared into her eyes and was somewhat taken aback by the mean avaricious look I saw in them. However, her glaring look did not obstruct my arousal. Soon, I began breathing very rapidly and heavily. The hand tweaking my girly cock was causing shivers to course throughout my body and she knew it! She knew that I was ready!
"My dear, how would you like to be used? Front or rear?"
Under most circumstances, I usually preferred a frontal approach to my cunt, but, for some reason, I told her that I wanted my rear entrance used as the means of access. I don't know if this surprised her, but it certainly surprised me. I was still wondering what that hypnotist had done to me when she began gently pushing me back towards the man in the chair. The two of us stopped just short of the man's legs and, while I watched, she began a frantic series of motions with her hands. Obviously, she was relaying my wishes to Mr. Jensen.
The sexual escapade that I now began was one of the strangest in my whole career. She stood directly in front of me and, as I slowly descended upon that upraised cock, she began mimicking my facial expressions and relaying the sounds I was emitting by hand signals. In a very strange way, it was like looking in a mirror while my sexual impulses raised hell with my insides. When I managed to ask for more cock, her hands flew a mile a minute and, just as fast, I felt the cock in my ass slide further into me. He was lifting and allowing me to fall by hand pressure upon my buttocks. Of course, I was aiding the action by flexing my knees and belly muscles.
This was not the only unusual thing that happened during this sex session. Mr. Jensen's cock had no more than just begun to push into my ass when I felt myself coming! Once more, I wondered just what that hypnotist had done to me. I couldn't restrain myself from uttering a cry of pure pleasure and, when I saw the consternation upon her face, I managed to tell her to tell Mr. Jensen not to stop - for I still had two or three more orgasms in my bubbling sex cauldron. As my orgasm swept through me, I saw the expression upon her face change in subtle ways. Her tongue emerged from between her lips and began a slow wiping of her lips. She was looking directly into my eyes and then her eyes swept down across my tits, down my belly finally to stop at my girly cock. Her staring eyes had stiffened my girly cock beyond my wildest imagining! Suddenly, I recalled what granny had said about performing sex in front of an audience and now I knew what she had meant. Here stood this woman looking into my very inner thoughts as my body grew progressively more and more agitated. In one of my most intimate moments, this female was scouring my rising sensations with her eyes. Luckily for me, Mr. Jensen was just as prolific as I. While the occurrence of my first and his first did not coincide, the second orgasms for the both of us occurred almost simultaneously and our third, double orgasms exploded at the same immediate time! By this time, Miss Jensen was almost as aroused as I. Her eyes had never left my genitals and her breathing was rough and raspy. This final orgasm was so powerful that I nearly fell forward and, if it hadn't been for Miss Jensen and her hands, I would have toppled onto the floor!
At one point, I could not keep from laughing. This was such a strange affair. In some very strange way, Miss Jensen was coming right along with Mr. Jensen and me! Two of us were actively fucking and three of us were screaming as our joint orgasms tore through us. As my second orgasm roared through my nervous system, I happened to look at Miss Jensen's feet. A puddle of what could only be cunt juice was forming between her fashionably shod feet!
