Hypno Slut Party 01

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Hypno Slut Party

" by CraigOOL

Group Sex

- Wives do gang bang for husbands

Author's notes: Warning! This is a group sex / cuckold story. It is also an erotic hypnosis / mind control story. This hopefully will be hot enough to be a whack off story for the people who like these themes, as it does have a lot of sex in it. For those who don't like these themes please move along. Civil and constructive comments are appreciated, hate speech will be deleted.

Finally, this is a FANTASY, while elements of the techniques are real, absolutely none of this story has anything to do with Pam and Cecil from Denver, Colorado, or any one of their friends, or anyone who might resemble them.

All characters are eighteen or older at the time any sexual contact in this story takes place.

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My name is Don. I'm an amateur hypnotist who specializes in 'liberating' housewives to reveal their inner slut to themselves and their husbands. I do all the stage hypnosis party tricks, and the ones you don't see in the shows because they are X rated. But I'm not there to exploit them. I'm there to free them.

Take Pam. I've known her for over a dozen years, we met in high school. No one noticed her then, she was slim, petite, and geeky. Only her luscious full lips gave you any clue there was a vibrant, lusty woman inside. Pam dated a lot. Guys liked her because if they had a car, they knew Pam would put out, like any other strawberry blond slut. Not in the traditional sense - Pam remained a virgin until college. Being born in December, she was held back a year, and so was 18 even at the start of senior year. But Pam loved the attention, having no excuse to wear a bra and otherwise rather androgynous. So she made sure every boy who took her out got a good blowjob or two (or even three) on every date just to make sure you knew she liked you, and that despite her short cut hair, she was not 'playing for the other team'.

I was never a part of Pam's clique, but I was good friends with Cecil. He was one of the guys who often scored a hot chick, so she could meet his friends and move up to the big leagues. He often got left right in the middle of a party, while his date made out with one of the studs. I was a repeat offender in this regard. Cecil seemed OK with it, something I didn't understand until my upper level psych classes. Cecil is a furry little nebbish, and slightly awkward socially. Furry and almost a real life dwarf, he could be relied to dress up as one every Halloween. So the two least socially adept people found each other and fell in love.

I lost touch with them for years after they married until I joined a bowling league. My girlfriend Deidre, a model pretty leggy beauty with long dark hair finally had some competition in her high class 9 category - Pam! She'd put on weight, now had D cups with booty to match, and made a very good Jessica Rabbit to Deidre's Morticia on Halloween. Cecil is only an average bowler but for some reason remembers me fondly, while basically drooling over Deidre who just thinks he is 'harmless' and 'cute'.

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Cecil calls me one Saturday to beckon me over to admire their newly painted house, to supposedly get my advice on 'how to paint the trim'. I know the real reason is just to flaunt his hot wife's beautiful curves, teasing her availability to me.

We have another appointment later in the day, so I bring Deidre, my ever faithful sidekick, with me to save on travel time. Besides, if Cecil is trying to score points with Deidre, I will have free reign to score points with Pam. The moment we enter the house from the back porch, it became clear that Cecil has orchestrated this entire charade for one and only one purpose, his true intention being to show off his wife, Pam. In reality, Cecil's ruse to show off his wife is available to me, basically 'putting her on offer' (as my British friends say) will turn on Deidre as much as Pam due to their competitive natures.

Pam is dressed in a white blouse so sheer that her swaying breasts can be seen clearly through the fabric. The blouse is tied just underneath them, drawing attention to her ample cleavage. Deidre instantly gets it is clearly to show off Pam, but can't take her eyes off the fulsome breasts so transparently displayed. Pam stands tall and confident, proud to leave nothing to the imagination, every detail of her nipples visible. The only way the fabric clinging to her lush curves could be any more transparent, like a second skin, would be to spray her breasts with cold water.

Pam's 'Daisy Dukes' are incredibly revealing, dangerously cut so high half of her round, tan ass cheeks are hanging out, peeking out from beneath them. Pam's front zipper is left undone, teasingly low, so it looks like they should fall off at any moment, giving the impression that they must slip off at any moment. But it isn't just about flaunting Pam's beauty, it is about showing her as a sexual predator.

But all this is just a distraction, mere decoration, just drapery, window dressing for the real show. Framed in the V of the her unzipped shorts are the tufts of Pam's flaming red pussy hair, and the smallest transparent white bikini thong I've ever seen. It's barely enough to cover the top of her slit, almost completely exposing her most intimate areas. It's a deliberate and shameless display. I feel myself blush as I realize that I am meant to be the audience in this private peep show, Deidre was never intended to see it. Deidre is staring at Pam's exposed pussy, mouth open, almost panting. We both can't help but stare, both shocked and mesmerized by the boldness of it all. This is definitely not your average Saturday afternoon paint job, but it is the best trim I've seen in a while.

"If you don't do her, for damn sure I will." Deidre said huskily.

I consult with Cecil while Deidre and I watched in rapt attention as Pam climbs up and down the ladder to get a small brush full of paint, straining up to reach the crown molding in a position that seemed certain to pop her now apparently double D jugs out but never did. But she could, at any time, fully reveal her breasts, fully reveal her pussy, so the tease never goes away, only getting more intense.

We had another appointment, so we left, but that night and for the next several days our lovemaking had an uncommon furious intensity. We shared our memories of Pam, like they were logs on the fire of our lust. Deidre made me promise we would have a threesome or a foursome with Pam, or Pam and Cecil, if that was what it took.

Pam took up chatting with Deidre, and they shared their fantasies of being with each other in lurid detail, in person and over the phone. Despite long years of 'not playing for the other team', Pam has always fantasized about more attractive women being into her, and Deidre is the epitome of that in spades. So despite being highly motivated to 'put a move' on Deidre, Pam needed to be CERTAIN that move would succeed. Her clit begs for that result daily, in furious masturbation sessions, with every hot glance between them that she remembers, with every shared confidence.

I'd long since took 'the safety off' Deidre's clit through hypnotic suggestions, and there is no way in hell she ever is going to go back to the days before her unbridled passions illuminated our life. Curiously, Deidre has become so wrapped up in seducing Pam she could not actually seduce Pam. It is like two scorpions in a box, unwilling to attack and take their prize, unwilling to back off and lose it. They circle around each other, claws out, knowing that sooner or later, they would both claim victory, their tongues intimately caressing each other's most private parts.

"They have problems you can help with. Go over and talk to them. At least chat her up. I'll make it worth your while." Deidre promises, in unmistakable tones of lust dripping in her voice. 'Make it worth my while' had always previously meant about two weeks straight of unreserved, unabashed passion, so - don't threaten me with a good time as my Dad would say.

So I chatted Pam up. Turns out Cecil got off on other guys hitting on Pam, and had gigabytes of cuckold porn. Mostly they now watch it together, on their couch, casting the porn to the big TV. Pam uses her 'Big Jim' vibrator while slowly sucking Cecil off, over and over again. While physically satisfying, it was getting intellectually boring for both of them. They knew they needed to take it to the next level. I am indeed rewarded for making the first move that my wife could not. In spades.

Pam gives me a Zoom call. "We need to do the real thing. Cecil's birthday is coming up and I want to give him a night to remember. All his bowling buddies gang banging me. All his friends knowing I'm a slut and will put out for them. Cecil knowing at any time he could walk in on us fucking. Cecil knowing Deidre and I have gone lez for each other. Cecil knowing that a foursome between us means him just watching, jerking off, and licking up."

Pam has switched her web cam on at the start of the call, now showing me every detail off her applying 'Big Jim' to the sodden squelching demands of her overheated pussy. I am conscious enough to have pressed 'record' at the first glance of Pam's stellar naked body, or Deidre would have beaten me unconscious, then waited until I woke up to beat me unconscious again if I had not saved this phenomenal sexual display.

So I meet with Pam in the afternoons, and start her hypnotherapy. We focus on building up a series of suggestions that will amplify her natural tendencies and magnify the intensity of her experiences. Given the results with Deidre, I knew she'd be happy, and so will everybody else. Deidre is now a woman in heat, unable to be around me without having sex of some kind, while giving me every opportunity to take advantage of my access to Pam's subconscious. "All in good time, my dear, all in the fullness of time." I repeatedly parry her lurid suggestions of what to do to Pam so deep in her mind she cannot get it out.

"Remember when you were young, back in high school. You wanted to be pretty, you still want to be pretty. But you thought your only pretty part was your lips. So you give your lips to their mouths. You give your lips to their cocks. You are pretty when you give your lips to their mouths. You are pretty when you give your lips to their cocks. You are pretty when you give your lips to their pussies."

"You learned to love sex by serving others. You are a natural at serving others. You know what they want. You know what they need. You are so very willing to give it to them. Being willing makes you feel pretty. Actually doing it makes you feel sexy. You are a being of lust. You project that lust so they know you are willing. You entice that lust because you are willing. You give into that lust because you have given yourself complete permission to be who you are, to do what you want, to do what they want you to do. You are a being full of lust. You crave to consume their lust by serving them."

"You once took your clothes off and no one noticed. You were practically invisible. You hate being invisible. You have channeled that negative energy into a new, positive direction. You have made your body a temple of lust, and will keep it well toned and attractive to others. You will be willing to show off your temple, in sexy garments that accent your sexuality. You are proud of your naked body. You are proud to show off your naked body. You will never be invisible again. Your hot, luscious curves will always be on display and in action. You will court the gaze of men. You will court the gaze of women. You will seduce the attention of men. You will seduce the attention of women. Your body, your temple of lust, will gratefully accept both male and female worshipers. You shall in turn worship the bodies of men. You shall worship the bodies of women. You are a goddess of sex and lust incarnate."

"You have a high priest, Cecil. He is allowed to see all of your lust in action, unless you find that teasing him drives him wild with lust even better than seeing or hearing it. You may play with him like a cat plays with a ball of string. You control his cock. You control his orgasms. You control when he has sex and how he has sex and who he has sex with. He does not control when you have sex. He does not control who you have sex with. He does not control how you have sex. You are free to do as you please, when you please, how you please. He is entitled to do as you demand. You are the Goddess. You choose your worshipers. You choose who worships. You choose how they worship. You choose who watches. He is grateful beyond measure to serve you. He serves as you choose. He is pleased beyond measure by serving you."

"Your ability to read people improves every single day. You notice where they look. You read their body language. Likewise, you control where you look, to give unmistakable signs of interest. Your body language conveys exactly what you choose. You are pretty, because pretty is as pretty does. You are sexy, because sexy is as sexy does. You are fucking hot, because fucking hot is as hot fucking does. You are like a hurricane of sex, you walk into a room and everyone gets drenched in lust. Act like you are undeniably sexy because you know you are undeniably sexy. You fuck because you ARE fuck. You suck because you ARE suck. You lick because you ARE lick. BE the lust. BE the sex act. Be the goddess you have chosen to be."

Pam says "I think that is a good foundation. We can always add more later, right?"

"Yes, there is some standard hypno-babble for induction and pulling you out of trance, plus some safety measures for emergencies. But repetition of the core is the most important, and that is a good solid core, anchored as it is to your real life experience and beliefs. Deidre is going to want to spend a lot of time with you." I tease.

"Trust me, I'm already jilling off several times a day just remembering how her eyes raked back and forth over my body when I was painting. There will be no problem getting her and I together. Getting us apart again - that's going to be the difficult part!" Pam laughs. Cecil gives me worried looks, but I reassure him all is OK.

Six weeks later, we gathered at Cecil and Pam's house, the guys from the two coed teams Cecil bowled on, Deidre, Pam, and Myself. Eight guys, three women (including Candy, one of the wives from one of the coed teams who dared not let her husband out of her sight). Candy is clearly more than a little anxious about being in competition with Deidre and Pam, since Candy is slightly overweight, slightly lacking in the boobs department, and does not yet have the benefit of slut hypnotherapy. So I give her a quick induction, some deepening drills, and suggestions that will make the experience a pleasant one for her. She may not become a slut herself, but at least her marriage will not become roadkill. I leave her suggestible to ideas from Deidre or myself.

"Okay guys, so this is how it goes. Stage one is tease-time theater. Pam changes outfits, every 15 minutes, while I keep track of the timer. Everybody has drinks, and we have three wardrobe changes. That's the first hour or so. Fondling, kissing, fingering - all allowed. The idea is to drive Pam mad with lust, but not to let her cum. Then we do the lineup, where Pam does the blow bang of her dreams. Then Pam gets the seat of honor on the center of the couch, riding one cock, stroking two. I may be so mad with lust I have to keep her clit well lubed. When everybody has had their one free ride, if our girl still feels up to it we will go into airtight sessions on the floor. Be aware Cecil will be on cleanup duty, but it is his first time. Be gentle, he's an oral virgin." Deidre says with a laugh, knowing that Cecil has had six weeks of bisexual cuckold hypnotherapy to go with his years of bisexual cuckold self study.

"Oh, there are three cameras on tripods, and a fourth hidden camera. Suffice it to say this is for Pam to relive over and over, so not optional. You want to share her, you get to be in her movie. Be gentle until she tells you otherwise, be respectful regardless, and have the fucking time of your lives!" Deidre urges.

Pam has been dressed in a simple terry cloth robe, and drops it over a dining room chair. Underneath, she is in the same outfit Cecil had her in the 'Day of Trim', a gauzy white top (as before, with no bra), the unzipped daisy dukes with a tiny (transparent when wet) bikini thong, white socks and hiking boots.

"Gentlemen, to the couch. Pam will proceed left to right, looking from the back of the couch. Kiss fondle, grope - but do NOT let her cum! When you've had your two minutes, make room for someone who hasn't had her yet. Drink up, there is plenty to go around!" Deidre demands.

I of course, knowing how things would go, was sitting at first base. As Pam sat on my lap I untied her top and grabbed her jugs with both hands, as Deidre kisses Pam, long and hard, then turns Pam to kiss me. I turn Pam to french kiss Candy, whose eyes pop out as wide as if someone had just slammed a six inch fully lubed vibrator up her ass. Six guys besides me were waiting to have their turn, but Deidre was already stirring Pam's honeypot, making clear this was no PG rated movie we were filming. If you knew all your wife's secrets, what turned her on the most, how would you use that in front of all your friends to bring her to the edge of climax, but never let her cross the threshold? Deidre, now knowing everything Cecil knew about Pam, is doing that and more in her investigation of Pam's erotic hot-spots. The fact of what Deidre and I did (and are doing) to Pam has Cecil so hard he almost comes in his pants without even touching himself.

The kitchen timer went Ding! We pick Pam up by arms and legs (there were six guys besides Cecil and myself) and put Pam on John's lap. John is a burly ex-marine, and wastes no time before pinching Pam's nipples to her limit while kissing her. Deidre is still controlling access to Pam's pussy, bringing her right to the edge but not letting her cum. John's close cropped hair is salt and pepper, his body still muscular because he still works out and drives a delivery truck. Pam likes what she is sitting on, as she thrusts her hips back and forth, dry humping John (can it really be called dry humping when she is soaking, even splashing - wet?) as the kitchen timer went Ding! again. We pick Pam up as she moans into John's mouth, not wanting to let go and move on. We have to peel her arms force-ably from around his neck to make her let go.

Cecil, for his part, could not handle watching his wife offering herself to his friends so openly and brazenly, so he simply dropped trousers and starts jacking his dick. This led to Mike, who'd taken my place when I stood up to move Pam, to pull out his cock. Pretty much every cock in the place was out, hard, and being jacked off by someone in mere moments. The kitchen timer went Ding! We pick Pam up and start stroking her pussy with vibrators. Sensing the vibration and having nothing to do with her hands, Pam starts jacking Mike's cock, and George's on her right side as well, while cooing like a baby bird unable to decide between two fresh worms. Deidre is drooling, but knows these cocks aren't there for her, which makes her insanely jealous. Thus sharp pinches to Pam's clit and undefended nipples ensue.

At this point, Pam is basically an un-fucked fuck doll, naked and wide eyed, nipples stiff, clit stiff, lips above and below swollen (and dripping) with lust. People are touching her in ways she's never experienced, much less as the central focus of a group sex scene specifically engineered to hit all of her hottest fantasies, turning them into mind blowing realities. We are not even fifteen minutes in and Pam is so deep in sluttiness she will never recover.