This is a work of erotic fiction. Any resemblance to real people and situations is entirely coincidental. All of the characters in this story are over the age of 18.
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"I couldn't believe how real it seemed," Nancy replied to Danny's question. "You were really professor Evans. I could see his face, even smell his cologne. The classroom. I could actually see my fellow students. They were there writing the test. Just thinking about it now, thinking about how you changed my reality terrifies me. Terrifies me and excites me all at the same time."
"Do you want me to stop?"
"Yes... No... I don't know," Nancy gushed. "I can't begin to describe how it feels for me. How it feels to be so under your control that I can't trust my perception of reality. I'm so... Confused. Confused and scared, and horny. Soooooo horny when I think about how you can control me."
"You know I love you and will never hurt you," Danny stated rather than questioned. "If we discuss things in advance, then I'm afraid it will spoil the excitement of the unexpected. I'm afraid it will lessen the experience for us both if we do that. But what if I promise to make sure I allow you to remember everything like I did with the professor session? Do you think we could try that?"
"Yes... Yes. I think I will be OK with that."
A few days later as Nancy was working around the house, she started to feel a strange sensation. Her ribs felt itchy. When she scratched them, the itch moved. No matter what she did, every time she put her hand on the itch, it moved. This was insane. She'd never experienced anything like this before. Eventually it worked it's way around to her pussy. When she scratched herself there, the itch didn't move, it turned to excitement. Now she couldn't stop. Each stroke of her finger drove her to new heights of pleasure. What was going on?
Danny! Even when it hit her she still couldn't stop pleasuring herself. Each stroke of her fingers brought her closer to orgasm. Close but not close enough. As her excitement continued to mount, she began to freak out. She could not remember a time that she had been so excited and yet unable to climax. The more she worked herself the higher she went but still no release. It was too much. She needed to cum. She was going to lose her mind if she didn't cum soon.
As she neared delirium Danny entered the room.
"What's this? Playing a little game of stink finger without me?"
"OH MY GOD. Make it stop. This is you isn't it? Please. Please make it stop. I'm begging"
"Freezeframe," it was a post hypnotic suggestion he had installed in preparation for this moment.
At his command, her entire body froze in position. She was still more excited than she had ever been. Right on the verge of orgasm, but could do nothing to achieve release.
"NOOoooooo," she howled. "Let me cum you bastard. Don't just leave me hanging here."
"You want me to let you cum, then you better be nicer to me than that," Danny teased.
In her sexual frenzy, Nancy tried to move her hand to work on herself but couldn't.
"OK... OK... Please. Please let me cum. I'm begging. I'll be nice to you I promise."
Danny walked up to his begging sister-in-law and slid his hand down the front of her pants. When his finger touched her clit, it sent a jolt of excitement directly to her brain. He was in control. He was in complete control and he was going to make her cum. The instant he rubbed her, she began to cum. Little waves of pleasure and release at first, followed by larger and larger spasms.
Her entire body was shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Immobilized, Nancy could do nothing but moan and then finally scream when the pleasure became too much to bear.
"Somnus."
That afternoon, life intervened. One of the hostesses at the casino had a car accident, and broke her clavicle. Nancy began to pull some extra shifts to take up some of the slack. Danny too found himself with an increased seasonal driven work load. Although they still saw each other regularly, there was no time for play time between them. It was several weeks before they were able to sit down for an evening together.
"Somnus," Danny intoned as they sat sipping their after dinner coffees. "Did you ever go on that date with the Army guy from the casino?"
"Do you mean Gunny? He's a Marine, not an Army guy," Nancy responded from her trance. "And yes. Yes I did go out with him two weeks ago."
"Close your eyes and tell me what happened on this date," Danny instructed as he settled back into his chair. "Start with when he picked you up and leave nothing out."
" Well let's see," she began. "He arrived at the door exactly at the appointed time. I wasn't ready and had to rush down in my robe to open the door."
"Describe him."
"He looked incredibly handsome," Nancy gushed. "His suit was a perfect fit. Not a wrinkle to be seen Fresh white shirt with stiff starched collar. Not a single hair was out of place, and I swear I could see my reflection in the shine on his dress shoes. There's just something about a well turned out man. A sharp man in a sharp suit makes my blood run hot every time."
"How did you feel Nancy? Did your blood run hot?" Danny inquired of his sister-in-law as he began to slowly rub himself.
"Oh yes, Nancy replied. I felt my pussy start to melt the minute I opened the door. When I saw his eyes cast downward, I followed his gaze and was embarrassed to realize that my gown had opened quite scandalously. I could see that he had a clear view of my cleavage right down to the tie at the waist of my robe. Of course I had no bra on yet, so he had a great view of a significant portion of my breasts. Realizing how much I had shown him spiked my arousal even higher. Then, to make matters worse, I had to take the bouquet of flowers he presented to me so I had no free hand with which to adjust the robe."
"The perfect gentleman, Gunny never mentioned my state of undress, not even a hint. When I invited him in to sit and wait while I finished getting ready, he simply smiled, kissed my cheek and moved into the living room. I offered him a bourbon and he accepted. Without even thinking, I bent over to hand him the glass and I know my robe fell away from my breasts. I'm sure he got quite an eyeful. I was mortified when I thought about how slutty I must have seemed to him and thought maybe he would cancel our date, but he never said a thing except to thank me for the drink. I quickly ran back upstairs to get dressed."
"What did you wear Nancy?"
"I put on my evening dress. You know, the long black slinky number with the deep plunging neckline and no back. I added my black choker and a pair of 3" heels."
"What did you wear under it Nancy?"
"Well, you know I can't wear a bra under that dress, the front is open way too deep for that. He was already waiting, and I didn't want to waste the time putting on stockings, so I was basically naked under the dress except for my black lace thong. When I made my entrance, Gunny let our a low whistle and stood to greet me, telling me it was worth the wait to have such a beautiful gal on his arm for the evening."
"Dinner was rather uneventful. We had a good meal and a very pleasant conversation. I told him a little about me and he told me some stuff about himself. We were having a lot of fun and so he asked me if I liked to dance. I told him that I liked it OK and he offered to take me to another place he knew. I was having so much fun, that I agreed and soon we were parking in front of a lovely old hotel. Gunny ushered me inside and through the main concourse to a large ballroom near the rear, where I could hear big band music playing."
"The hostess seemed to know him, greeting him warmly and ushering us to a table near the large dance floor. I was surprised when the waiter arrived with a bottle of champagne on ice saying it was on the house. After a quick toast, Gunny stood and asked me for a dance. He led me to the dance floor and soon had me in a firm embrace. His dancing was, in a word, magnificent. He was so light on his feet and we seemed to glide across the floor almost effortlessly. Foxtrot, Waltz, Rumba, Cha-cha. His strong calloused hand planted firmly, low on my naked back, my unfettered breasts pressed brazenly into his solid chest."