Disclaimer: I don’t normally do this so this account was created for this purpose. This is the beginning of a story that I wrote in response to a prompt on DPP. The prompt was a red haired busty “bitch” classmate and hypnotism turning her into a slave. All characters are understood to be 18 or older. I sent some of it but I never heard back from the person so, I thought rather than just delete it, I would put it here. Hope you like it. Here goes.
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Hello, My name is Jackson. I’m 6’4″ and muscular. I have dark brown hair and blue eyes. I wear jeans and boots most of the time. I’m 18 and about to graduate. I moved to town at the beginning of high school from Texas. I drive a truck and play guitar. I played traditional sports like baseball and football but I’m really good at rodeo. I can ride and rope with the best of them. I have a secret that helps me when training horses. I’m kind of a horse whisperer so-to-speak but it’s more than that. We’ll talk about my “gift” later. I work at a horse training facility outside of town while I go to school. I’ve had a few girls throughout high school but none compare to Hanna. Hanna and I are in a lot of the same classes. She’s my age. Hanna reminds me of a beautiful mare in a wild herd, incredibly well built but mean as a snake. Now, I’m content to let wild horses run wild, but sometimes you have to break and ride one and Hanna left me no choice.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve had this ability. It started when I was little with kids who didn’t want to share toys. My parents said that the other kids would suddenly just give up their toys only to snatch them back as soon as my attention turned from them. I’m not sure what causes it but I’ve learned to control it. No one knows the extent of this ability, not even me. My parents just chalked it up to being persuasive. However, it’s as if the person blacks out, consciously, and is totally under my control. They don’t remember anything afterward. It’s like hypnotism. I don’t have to swing a watch, it just clicks and they’re mine. I have fought the urge to use this power on people my whole life. I have, however, used it to help me train horses. I can take the most ornery, untamed horse on the planet and, within a few minutes, have it doing rein work or roping or poles. Now with horses, it sticks. They’re just wired differently, I guess, but with people, the effects only last as long as I’m actively focused on them.
Relationships are tricky and I’ve avoided most of them because I’m never sure if people are being genuine or if I’ve somehow manipulated them with my gift. Since I learned what was going on, I’ve never used it on people for my own gain until now.
Enter Hanna. Hanna is a bitch, and I don’t use that word lightly. She controls people around her with fear. If you cross her, she humiliates you. She has a gaggle of friends that hang around and do her bidding. Hanna makes life hell, and not just because she’s a bitch. Hanna is by far the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. She has long red hair, fair skin, and plump lips. That’s just the start. I swear she has the most gorgeous breasts on Earth and she always wears these low cut blouses with no bra. Yet, they always look pushed up like they’re trying to escape. It’s a struggle not to stare, but if she catches you so much as glancing, she will end you.
On top of that she has an ass that couldn’t be more perfect and she always wears clothes that accent it. Tight jeans, leggings, and short skirts seem to be the limit of her wardrobe. And if that wasn’t enough, she has made it known that she never wears panties.
She makes my life miserable. I feel a mixture of resentment and an overwhelming desire to fuck her senseless. Whenever, she catches me so much as glancing in her direction, I’m usually met with “What the fuck are you looking at, perv?” and the like. So I generally steer clear of her and keep my head down, but I swear she gets off on drawing me in just to shut me down. But then again, that’s her MO with everyone, except those that she deems worthy.
Today, I was sitting on the bottom bleacher, in the gym, minding my own business. I was propped against the wall facing the rest of the gym when Hanna and her minions came in. They stationed themselves a few rows higher than me, directly in my line of sight. I glanced up and it felt like someone had hit me in the balls because Hanna was positioned so that I could see up her short skirt, and I got visual confirmation of her distaste for undergarments. She was clean shaven, probably waxed, except for a small strip of red hair. I had overheard her say before that she left just enough hair to confirm that she was a natural readhead, and my imagination ran wild. Seeing it now, there was no doubt, it was indeed the same color as her gorgeous red hair. I felt my dick begin to harden. I looked away but it didn’t help. I couldn’t unsee it.
Ok, so, I’m well endowed, just over 8 inches and thick, so erections are nearly impossible to hide. I casually grabbed my notebook and placed it on my lap. I opened it and pretended I was working on something, trying to focus the hard-on away so I could escape.
Hanna let out a loud laugh and I looked up. She had her firey mane thrown back and, as she rocked back with laughter, her leg lifted just enough to reveal the bottom of her perfect ass cheeks pressed against the bleacher, under the most plump, luscious pussy I had ever seen. My member started to throb and I suddenly became aware of their conversation as Hanna took over.
She began discussing a sexual encounter from the night before. She had gone out on a date with one of her hopeful suitors. She described in detail how she flirted with him and the events of the evening. Her friends and I were hanging on every word as she began reliving her exploits. She had rubbed his cock through his pants on the ride home and told him to pull over. She said she pulled his dick out and then detailed each motion she made with her lips and tongue. I swear I could feel every word she said. I knew I had started staring but I couldn’t look away. My gaze was locked in a battle between her animated lips and her exposed vulva. I could feel the pre-cum begin to come out of my enormous erection, when I heard her say that she felt his hips buck and she knew he was about to come when she sat back up, took a picture with her phone and told him, “It’s too small. I thought if I sucked it it would get bigger, but no. Don’t call me again, and just wait till I tell my girls.” This chick is EVIL.
That’s when it happened. We locked eyes and she yelled, “What the fuck, perv?” I jumped, startled, and my notebook fell. Her eyes immediately went to my bulge and she yelled, “OH my god. Are you hard?” She yelled more but I grabbed my things and ducked out, notebook in front of my hips. I had rounded the bleachers and was going under them when I realized she had followed me. She meant to utterly destroy any dignity I had left. Her posse hadn’t followed her and we were alone there under the bleachers when I stopped short and turned to face her. It took her by surprise and she took a breath from her screaming. I felt rage well up and I half-yelled “You know what, Hannah, Blow me!” And without a word, she started to unbuckle my belt.
There was a brief moment of panic as I felt her fingers unbutton my jeans. I had apparently used my power on her. This wasn’t what I meant. It was an expression, not to be taken literally, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop her. Her huge breasts were straining the top button of her blouse and I could just barely see the edge of her areolas. I reached up and unbuttoned it, freeing her magnificent chest. Her perfect pink nipples were even more magnificent than I had imagined.
We stepped back into the shadows of the bleachers, out of sight, as she dropped to her knees and pulled my throbbing, pre-cumming cock out of my pants. She licked a bead of pre-cum from the tip of my glans before taking me into her mouth. The warmth of her tongue and the feeling of her teeth brushing my cock made me ooze cum into her mouth. It was a weird sensation. I didn’t have the muscle contractions that came with an orgasm. It was as though there was too much pent up semen waiting for her mouth. I was still painfully engorged, but my thoughts changed from a sense of panicked pleasure to something much darker. Suddenly, my frustration and anger toward her started to flow out as well.
At the taste of my cum, she started to pull her head back, and it seemed like someone else talking as I told her, “No. You’re not finished.” She gently nodded and resumed stroking my head and the end of my shaft with her heavenly mouth. My resentment toward her began to take over and I began to speak to her. “Where do you get off being so arrogant and cruel when you can’t even take half of my cock? You’ve got a small mouth. Well, physically anyway. You talk to fucking much. You know that?” I felt her gently nod and hum an “uh-huh.”
Her hands were stroking my shaft and scrotum, when I felt one leave my cock and go down to her vulva. Pulling out of her mouth, I bent down and grabbed her hand. She fought to keep my throbbing cock in her mouth, like she was drowning and it was her only source of air. I felt how soaking wet her pussy had gotten. She was getting turned on by this. I looked her in the eyes and said, “You don’t get to do that yet. You have to earn it. Get back to work.” and she took me back into her mouth.
As she pumped me harder and faster, I noticed her shying away when it hit the back of her mouth. I stopped her and said, “No. All of it.” With that, she nodded and started to go deeper. I could feel her start to gag.
“No. None of that. Open your throat” I commanded. She once again nodded agreement and pulled my hips toward her and I felt my head go through the tightness of her tonsils and down her larynx. I’d never felt anything like it before. I could sense that she needed to gag, but her mind wouldn’t let her. She stuck out her tongue and I could feel it on my balls. She pumped in and out an inch or two, straining to go deeper, like she was trying to swallow my whole body but my pelvis was in the way. Then she withdrew until just her perfect red lips were barely on the tip of my glans. She pumped in and out a few times and built up enough suction that I thought my head would pop. Then, in long, even strokes, she took me down to the base and back out to the head, again and again and again, repeatedly, until I couldn’t hold it anymore. I put my hand on the back of her head and she held at the base, pulsing in and out again. She looked up at me with watery eyes outlined with runny mascara, tears streaming down her cheeks, as her body fought the urge to gag. She pulsed in and out more as I removed my hand. As the seconds ticked by, her body yearned for air but she was under my spell. She had a look that was equal parts lust and fear as I exploded inside her. Powerful convulsive spasms shot years of sexual frustration and hot semen down her throat.
My knees got week and my 6’4″ frame nearly crumpled from the intense suction that she applied as I slipped inch by inch out of her throat and then mouth. She stroked my recovering cock and licked every drop that she forced out from the tip of my immense glans.
When she had gotten every drop, she looked at me and I told her, “Put it back.” With that, she tucked it back into my underwear and started tugging on my jeans. I stopped her and produced a napkin from my pocket. “Here, I’ll do that. Clean yourself up.” She took the napkin and wiped her semen laced saliva from around her mouth and dabbed at her mascara. Her red lipstick was smeared on her cheeks, but most of it had worn off on the base of my shaft. After I was fastened up, I told her, “Stand up. You may go now.”
After she stood up, it was like a switch flipped. She pushed me and yelled, “What the fuck, perv?” and stormed off.
As she left, I noticed a tiny puddle from where her pussy had begun to drip. I touched it and rubbed it between my fingers. It felt slick and gave me a stirring feeling in my groin, again. I thought, “I’m going to have to try that next.” But then, a sense of regret came over me. What did I just do?
I quietly walked back through the gym, where Hanna had plopped back down with her friends, hoping to go unnoticed. However, as I passed, Hanna yelled something about me being a perv. My feelings of remorse vanished and I stopped and turned to her and said, “Go ahead, Hanna, you’ve earned it.” I could hear the shrieks from her little coven as they watched her reach up her skirt and start rubbing her wet clit.
Unfortunately, they were the only ones around to see it. As I left, I smiled to myself and thought, things were about to get interesting between Hannah and me.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/bne805/hypnotizing_hanna_mf_mc
Now that was awesome