Hypnotizing Hanna Chapter 2. [MF][MC][DOM-SUB][DENIAL]

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Alright, It’s Jackson again. I feel like I just jumped right in last time and didn’t get a chance to “set the mood” so to speak. Let me give you a little background on me and my situation. My family moved here from Texas to California. I don’t necessarily fit in here but I have a few friends. I grew up working on a ranch with my dad and after he passed, my mom met a guy in some type of software company. We moved to California with his job and I’m just biding my time until I graduate. After that, I’m getting the hell out of dodge and back to my grandparents ranch in Texas. I may go to college but with my skills, I can make good money with horses.

I guess I don’t fit in because I don’t try. I’m here for my mom, I don’t want to be. The kids here drive Priuses and sports cars and I bought a beat up old F350 with a black flatbed and headache bars. My truck didn’t cost as much as the tires on some of their cars. I also stand head and shoulders above most of them. My truck in the school parking lot looks like me compared to them. A big rough looking truck in a sea of pristine daddy’s money cars.

Speaking of small and pristine. Hanna is one of those. She comes up to the middle of my chest. I don’t have a clue what she weighs but it can’t be much. On top of that, any weight she has is perfectly distributed between her chest and ass, which brings us back to the matter at hand.

After that encounter under the bleachers, I couldn’t stop thinking about Hanna. I thought about her before but now I felt myself obsessing. I couldn’t keep her out of my head and I couldn’t stay soft with her in there. That whole afternoon, as I worked my horses, I never got less than half hard. Have you ever ridden a horse with a hard on. The motion resembles the rhythm of sex and the saddle rubbing me wasn’t helping so I dismounted and did some lead work.

I was anxious when I got to school the next day because I wasn’t sure what to expect. However, nothing was different. Hanna was the same cold bitch that she had always been and nobody seemed to know about her little “incident” on the bleachers. Her girls must be afraid of her. Hell, everyone else seemed to be. I definitely saw the advantages of staying off her bad side.

She was wearing this long blouse type shirt, I guess it was a shirt, it wasn’t long enough to be a dress. Under it she had these white, insanely tight, tights, and when I got to my desk, she was leaned over talking to someone. The back of her shirt – dress had ridden up and the bottom half of her perfect, plump little ass was pointed directly at me. Her tights shaped every curve perfectly and you just could see through them. Her vulva was perfectly outlined and the tights were tucked into it enough that you could find her clit from across the room. I got that same kicked in the balls jolt that I’d gotten before, and I thought, “Here we go again.”

She turned around and I averted my gaze, but it was too late. I heard her say, “Uhh, perv.” with a disgusted sigh as the bell rung an we had to take our seats. I honestly have no clue what that teacher was rambling on about. I couldn’t focus. I was hard and I kept seeing her and reliving the previous day’s events. That’s when she started to whisper to Bella, her brunette sidekick.

“I cancelled my date with Trevor last night.”

“Why? He’s so cute.”

“Wasn’t feeling it. And my throat is sore as fuck? I swear I think my tonsils are bruised.”

“Are you coming down with something?”

“Don’t think so. I don’t feel sick.”

“Did you go down on something?” smiling.

“Shut up. No. But I am horny as fuck. Maybe I’ll call Trevor up and let him go down on me.”

At that point, I had to tune them out. I couldn’t take it. I don’t know why, but I had just the slightest bit of jealousy welling up in me. I had no claim on her. She didn’t remember anything. But I did. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Was I wrong to have done it? I didn’t force myself on her, I didn’t grab her, and I didn’t drug her. I simply told her to do things and she did them, enthusiastically.

By the time lunch rolled around, I was frustrated. Three classes with her in the morning was too much. I had one more in the afternoon and I didn’t know how much I could take.

I was sitting at a table with a couple of my friends when Hanna started walking my way. I figured she would turn at the last minute but she locked eyes with me and I thought, “Oh, shit!”

She put her palms down on the table and leaned in. At that angle, I could just barely see one of her perfect pink nipples as her shirt fell away from her chest. “Eyes up here, perv. You need to move you’re ugly ass truck. You know that is not where you park.” Now parking spots were first-come first-serve but some of the entitled assholes here had laid claim to certain spots. Apparently, I had parked in one of those spots. I told her, “I’ll move it this afternoon when I leave.” Now I noticed that she was sucking on this little mint and the way she twirled it around in her mouth brought back memories of being in her mouth. I could feel myself getting hard as she stared at me with a hint of startled indignation. She was used to people jumping when she spoke. I said, “Is there anything else?” She just stood there tapping the toe of her white strappy heel. “Spit it out.” I said. With that, she spat her mint out on the table. The other kids at the table jumped back and said, “Ew” “Gross” “What the fuck, Hanna?” I just stood up, walked around the table, and whispered in her ear. “Field house. 10 minutes.” Without a word, the turned an left and I sat back down.

As the 10 minute mark approached, I half ran toward the field house. Inside, the musty smell of sports equipment was stifling. She was standing there, arms crossed, tapping her foot, with that same indignant look on her face. No mint this time. I said, “Calm the fuck down and get up there.” I motioned to the physical therapy table, in the corner. She climbed up on it and waited. I wanted so bad to fuck her but I couldn’t risk it. No condoms and I didn’t know if I’d fit without tearing her. I didn’t need to make her bleed. That would be hard to explain. So I got an idea. “Pull down your tights and finger yourself.”

She raised her hips just enough to slide them down. She exposed the most gorgeous flower of a pussy that I had ever seen. Her legs spread open like sepals exposing the delicate petals within. Her fingers moved down past that deep, fiery red strip of hair until she was rubbing her engorged clit like a pistil gently peaking out of the petals. Her nectar started to flow like someone had turned on a tap and I couldn’t take it. I unbuckled my jeans and started stroking my already throbbing shaft. I reached one hand up and wiped her juices from her engorged twat as she furiously worked her clit with one hand and fingered herself with the other. I brought my hand back to my glans. I gripped the base of my shaft with my right hand and worked the top half with my other. It was slippery and better than any lube I’ve ever felt. I kept getting more and more from her luscious tap. She started moaning and I knew we would get caught so I shushed her and her moans became the hottest little whimper. I could feel myself getting closer as she squirmed.

I took my left hand and put it up to her mouth. “Lick” she began licking her own juices, mixed with my pre-cum from my hand. I kept alternating between collecting her nectar, working my glans, and letting her lick it off. Her body was bucking as I started to approach the point of no return. I said, “Wait, come here.”

She gave a muffled scream of frustration and she drew her knees up to her chest. She climbed down and dropped to her knees. I laid my throbbing cock on her lips and she parted them. She started to grab my hips and I said, “No, rest your throat. Just the tip. Don’t go past the head.”

She kissed the tip and took a deep breath. As she sucked my head into her mouth, I’ve never felt that level of suction. Her lips worked the two inches between my corona and my meatus and her tongue lapped furiously around it. I frantically reached for something to hold onto as I felt my body begin to climax. The force of my orgasm surprised us both. Her eyes got big and the corners of her mouth struggled to turn up into a smile. She readjusted her posture and, as impossible as it seemed, she sucked harder. She massaged my slickened frenulum with her thumb while the intense suction felt like it would turn me inside out. My knees buckled and I grabbed the table and fell against it. She stayed with me through every move and offered no release from the torturous pleasure she was giving me as load after load pumped into her mouth. The spasms spread further and further apart and she stroked my shaft to get every last drop.

As I struggled to recover, her body was still quivering and she was still dripping wet. I looked down at her and said, “Not yet. Go to class.” And she left.

This was insane. I couldn’t control myself around her and as bad as she wanted to come just then, I wanted to make her. Maybe I felt like I was teaching her a lesson, letting her get a taste of what she dishes out. Maybe I was punishing her. Or maybe I was breaking her.

I was late to class because I had to take a minute. I had to get myself together and frankly, it was hard to walk because I was still hard and my jeans rubbing the head was making my knees buckle. Plus, I couldn’t walk through the school with a huge bulge that stretched almost all the way to my hip.

When I finally got to class, Hanna’s eyes met mine and she gave me the same eat shit look that I’ve come to expect from her, like nothing had happened. I took my seat and waited for the bell to ring. She was sitting a few seats up and I could see her wavy red hair was a bit disheveled. She looked all the more beautiful for it. Her white tights were visibly dirty from the floor of the field house and she squirmed in her seat for the rest of the period.

Finally, the bell rang and I slowly made my way out of the desk. I was still tender. As I walked by Hanna’s desk, I looked in the seat and there was a wet spot from where she had soaked through her tights. I felt the blood returning to my loins as I came to the realization that I was becoming addicted to Hanna.

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