The Hypnotists Harem Prequel 2

The Hypnotist's Harem - The Prequel

The Origin of the Harem - Part 2

The next day, Carol smiled and walked up to Steve before class. "Thank you for yesterday. It's been such a long time since I've... Well, since I've had the touch of a man. I hope I didn't embarrass myself. Or you."

Steve smiled back. "Embarrassed? You must be kidding."

"I do have a favor to ask," she said. "Can I get my pink panties back? They are one of my favorites."

"Absolutely. You can get them right after class when you meet me at my home."

"If that's what it takes" she said with a sly smile.

The class seemed to drag on for far more than the six hours. Steve could only stare at Carol and imagine what was going to happen at his apartment.

"That's all for today," Bill said, finally bringing the class to an end. "Graduation day tomorrow."

Steve and Carol walked to their cars together. "I have to make a quick call," she said.

"Of course." He was more than happy to wait for her.

She pulled out her phone and turned away. "Jim? I'm going out for drinks and dinner with my classmates. You don't have to wait up."

She hung up and smiled. "I'm all yours."

"Follow me. My place is only a few miles from here."

Steve made sure he kept Carol's car in his rearview mirror as she followed behind him. He'd forgotten to give her his address, but he wasn't about to lose this opportunity.

In no time, they were at his front door. It was an older home that had been converted into two apartments and Steve lived on the second floor. It was a modest, one-bedroom apartment, but he kept it neat and tastefully decorated.

Once inside with a locked door behind them, Steve opened a bottle of red wine and poured a couple of glasses. He hadn't even asked her, but she gladly accepted it and took a drink. He could tell that despite their restaurant experience, she was still a little nervous.

"Are you feeling all right? Your cheeks are the same color as your favorite panties," he said, smiling when her cheeks darkened even more.

She laughed. "I think you might be a bad influence on me."

He refilled her glass and asked, "Would you like the nickel tour?"

"There's more, is there?" she joked.

"Oh, so much more."

He pointed to the kitchen area. "That apparently is where you are supposed to cook. But I prefer having someone cook for me."

"The living room, you've seen. And that leaves the bedroom."

He snatched up the bottle of wine, took her by the hand, and led her to the bedroom.

Once inside, Steve sat on the edge of his king-sized bed. Carol stood in front of him, glancing around her.

"Take off your blouse."

She should have objected or showed some resistance, but instead unbuttoned the blouse slowly and let if fall to the floor.

"Now the bra."

She unhooked it and as the bra started to fall, reveling her breasts, she moved to cover them with her hands. She felt his hand on her arm, "You must never cover them when we are alone."

He pulled her closer and gave her right nipple a soft, wet French kiss. She felt his breath cross her chest as he gave equal attention to her now-erect left nipple.

She tilted her head back and let out a soft moan.

He unbuttoned her jeans and gave them a tug. They fell to the floor and she was all too happy to step out of them.

He kissed just below her belly button and her hands slid into his thick black hair. Her mind and body were responding to his touch, his kisses, and she hadn't even noticed that her panties had fallen to her ankles.

He pulled her onto the bed and slid himself up higher so her mouth was lined up with his rock-hard cock. As she started to take him into her mouth, he positioned her leg so his fingers could work on her.

She was so wet that his fingers met no resistance. He could feel her swollen clit and he teased it lightly as her mouth enjoyed all he had to offer.

They were working in rhythm and quickly achieved a shared climax.

Once she caught her breath enough to speak, she said, "I've never done that before. I've never had a man in my mouth while having an orgasm. That was... Amazing."

She laid her head on his chest letting her mind wander

. What am I doing? How could one man make her feel this alive?

After about twenty minutes, Steve had recovered and he was ready for more. He rolled over and got on top of her. She spread her legs and welcomed him inside. He held her hands above her head as his shaft glided in and out of her.

She moaned softly and her body was quivering in response to his movements. He leaned down and whispered, "Do you want to cum for me?"

"Yes."

"You must ask me for permission."

Her breathing became heavy immediately. "Ohh," she said, "may I cum?"

"Ask me nicely."

"Please, may I cum?" Her voice shook and it was clear it was hard for her to get the words out.

"Yes, you may," he said, thrusting as deeply as he could.

Her legs wrapped around him tightly, like a python squeezing its prey. She wanted to feel every inch of him as her orgasm washed over her. The feeling of his hot seed inside of her was enough to send her over the edge again.

They were both spent and laid together for the next hour, not saying a word. His arm was around her shoulder and her head rested on his chest. She could feel his heartbeat as if it were her own.

So satisfied. So content. Did this moment really have to end?

*

Steve and Carol had enjoyed each other's company so much that they forgot the last day of class included a final exam. It was one hundred multiple choice questions and two inductions: The long progressive relaxation and an instant induction, one of their choosing.

They were both intelligent enough to pass the test without too much trouble. Besides, if one of them got stuck, they just cheated off of each other for the open-book exam.

After a short break, the induction phase began. Steve had to be careful if he was going to sneak in a naughty suggestion to Carol without having Bill overhear it as he walked around critiquing the class's inductions. As soon as he saw Bill occupied with Gary and Mike, Steve jumped at the chance.

"Tomorrow morning, you will be at my apartment at 8 a.m. You may wear what you like to get there, but once you step inside you will wear only the apron that is next to the oven and some black heels. Nothing else.

"And you will make me pancakes. If you understand, say yes."

"Yes."

Steve quickly brought her back to full awareness as Bill circled back their way.

"Excellent, excellent. Steve, you are quite the hypnotist," Bill said.

"Thank you, but half the credit goes to my willing partner."

Bill gave some suggestions about pacing and getting the dialogue correct. Steve jotted the good points down in his notebook.

"That concludes our class," Bill said to the group, "and your finals have already been graded. Great job everyone. Give yourselves a round of applause."

Bill had a smile like the class had just won a Nobel prize. It was no surprise that everyone passed, as he needed to boast about the 100% graduation rate. He gave out certificates and said, "Feel free to call me with any questions. I'm always happy to help."

Carol gave Steve a big hug and whispered in his ear, "I can't stay late today, I've got to take my husband to the airport." She kissed his cheek and headed to the door.