I had been smoking cigarettes since I was nine years old, I thought,to myself as I awoke with a smoker's cough. "It's time to quit!" I said out loud. I had tried many times before to no avail. This time I would try hypnosis. I had spoken to a friend that was hypnotized to stop smoking, and she hadn't had a cigarette in five years. She gave me the name and number, and I decided I would give it a try. I called and made an appointment, and they were able to take me that night.
I walked into the office, and gave my name, and the receptionist asked me to have a seat, and the doctor would be with me shortly. As I waited, I read a magazine article that discussed hypnosis to help quit smoking. It said in some rare cases, things have gone wrong. It further went on to say that, sometimes the brain understands what it wants, and doesn't always follow the orders of what is given. Before I had a chance to think about leaving, the doctor called me in. I asked him about the article I had read, and he said that has never happened with any of his patients, and I shouldn't be worried.
"How long have you been smoking, Tammy?"
"Since I was nine, so about thirty two years."
"Okay, let's begin." "Make sure you are completely relaxed."
I shifted a bit in my chair, and got comfortable, and relaxed. The doctor told me to close my eyes, and only pay attention to his words, and block out anything else. I did as I was told, and before you know it, I was asleep. I have no idea how long I was asleep, but I was now opening my eyes, and for some reason struggling to focus. As my vision became clearer, I noticed the doctor still sitting in front of me as I did when I fell asleep.
"How do you feel, Tammy?"
"Fine but a bit dizzy."
"That's normal, just relax for a few minutes, and you will be fine."
"Did the hypnosis work?"
"Well, only you know that." "Do you feel like you want to smoke?"
"Actually, no, it's suddenly a nauseating thought now."
"Okay fine, that's a good sign, but we won't know for sure until you are smoke free for twenty four hours."
"Oh, okay, so then we are done for now?"
"Yes, call me tomorrow, and you can give me an update."
"Sounds good doc, thank you."
"No, thank you Tammy, I'm always happy to help someone quit smoking."
"Okay then I will call you tomorrow," I said as I left his office.
As I stepped into the elevator, I started to feel very strange. I didn't have the urge to smoke, but I did have the urge to suck cock, and get fucked. I had never had an urge like this before, and I began to shake as I stepped into the elevator. There was an older man already on the elevator, about sixty years old, bald and overweight. He was not much to look at, but I suddenly had the urge for this man to use me. I have no idea what came over me, but I reached for the emergency stop button and the elevator came to a screeching halt. I got down on my knees, unzipped his pants, and took his old soft cock into my mouth, as he stood there in shock. He began to grow hard in my mouth, so I guess his shock was beginning to wear off.
My mouth went up and down on his cock until he couldn't take anymore, and roughly grabbed me by my hair, and bent me over. He rammed his cock deep inside me, making me scream, and beg for more. He continued his cock assault on my pussy, and reached down to pinch my nipples, which sent a shock through my whole body making me cum instantly. My juices were dripping all over the floor, as he filled me up with his seed. One last jerk, and he pulled out of me, fixed his pants and went back to standing as he was when I walked in. I straightened out my skirt, and blouse just as the elevator doors opened, and he quickly stepped out, and I lost him in the crowd of people in the lobby. I headed home.
All I could think about walking home was getting used like a whore. I have no idea what the doctor did to me, but it seems my need for nicotine had turned into an obsession for sex. Not just any sex, but kinky, dirty sex. So many thoughts were racing through my mind. I wanted to get fucked every which way I could. I wanted everything. I decided to take the subway home, instead of walking, hoping I would get home quicker.