Hypnotizing Hanna Chapter 3 [MF] [MC][DOM-SUB]

So, Hanna. What am I going to do? She has been on my mind nonstop. At school, she’s everywhere. Outside of school, I rarely used to see her. Now, it seems like she’s everywhere. Why? We don’t hang out in the same places or with the same people. If it weren’t so far fetched, I’d say she was following me. For instance, I went with some friends to the mall. I never really liked malls, by the way. A whole bunch of stores selling different versions of the same things that I have no use for. She’s there, at every turn, looking radiant. Then, we leave and go get food. We walk in and she’s there. I can’t escape her.

Before, in my mind, I would relive the things she did to me. The feel of her lips, her throat, her tongue, the sensations, her eyes, they all focused on me, and my pleasure, but now things were different. What I couldn’t get over was the way her body writhed with pleasure on that table. Her moans and whimpers were constantly in my ears. I wanted to make her come. I wanted to feel her body tighten up as she approached the edge. I wanted to see her perfect pink nipples darken and harden as her arousal starts to peak. I wanted to see how she would convulse with pleasure as her orgasms rocked her body. Yes, orgasms, plural. I wanted to make her come, repeatedly. I couldn’t shake it. I wanted to make her come until she begged me to stop. I needed to. I wanted to see her struggling to walk and know it was because of me. I wanted to see her perfect chest heaving, gasping for air. I was becoming obsessed with her coming.

Days passed with no opportunity. It seemed like she was everywhere but I couldn’t get her alone. I needed time and a place where she wouldn’t be heard. There’s no way I could get her to meet me anywhere. I could use my “gift” to get her to go places, short term, but any more than a few minutes away from me and it would wear off. She wouldn’t remember anything. It had to be at school, because I couldn’t plan where she would turn up outside.

A week had gone by since the field house. I can’t tell you how many times I masturbated to the thought of her body on that table. Every time I replayed it, in my head, I let her finish and every time, I came with her. However, no matter how many times I did it, it wasn’t enough. I needed to figure something out before I went crazy. Then, at lunch, I figured it out.
My friends and I were sitting around talking about our classes and hobbies and such, and Steven mentioned something about the AV lab. He’s really into music and was exited because the school had recently renovated the lab and included a sound – proof recording booth. He said, “This thing is awesome. You can’t hear shit in there. There’s an intercom system to communicate to the control room but without that, nothing. I can’t wait to try it out.”

There it was, my opportunity.

I spent some time at the end of that day exploring. I went to the AV lab and found it unlocked. There was a deadbolt on the inside so I could lock it later. That door led into the control room. I looked at the table with all the mixers on it and found the intercom mic. My plan was this. I would take her into the booth and turn the intercom mic on from the control room. It was a basic 2 way system where you had to key down the mic to talk. Keying down the mic in the control room would let me hear outside noises without anyone hearing inside noises. I couldn’t wait.

That afternoon, I couldn’t focus on my work with the horses. I fed and watered them, and then I groomed them while dreaming about Hanna. My mind wouldn’t go anywhere else. I over filled the water buckets and dropped a bag of feed. It split and went everywhere. I failed to notice a tender spot on one of the horses’ hooves while I was scraping them. I hit it with the hoof pick and the horse recoiled. I lost my balance and fell as a hoof came close enough to my head to dishevel my hair. I decided that was enough. I doctored the hoof and went home.
That whole night, I dreamed about Hanna. Her body. Her eyes looking up at me as she flicked her tongue on me. I was restless.

The morning brought more restlessness. I was anxious and excited. I had to turn cold water on in the shower try and calm down. It didn’t help. Now, it was just cold and hard. I got dressed in some jeans and boots as usual. I put on a buckle that I had won at a High School roping a few years before and left.
By the time I got to my first class, the “swelling” had gone down, slightly. It was short lived, though, because as soon as I saw her it started back. I couldn’t help it. It was like she had this control over me. Like I was under her spell. I hurried to my seat before my bulge became too obvious.

She was wearing this tight fitting white blouse with snaps on the front. Her breasts pushed against it putting pressure on the top snap. Her cleavage spilled out of the top. It was almost obscene. I don’t know how she gets away with dressing so far outside the rules. Maybe the faculty was scared of her. She was, after all, a tiny terror.

Her bottom half was covered, if you can call it that, by a tan, pleated skirt. I didn’t even have to look to know that there weren’t any panties under it. As a rule, there weren’t. I could see every detail of that beautiful flower in my mind and it was driving me crazy. I didn’t know how long I could hold out. I thought about the recording booth, sitting there, empty, taunting .

As the bell rung to leave, I took a half jogging step and said her name. Hanna turned and looked at me with an expression that said what I’d heard her say a thousand times, “What!? Perv.” I whispered, “follow me.” and her look softened as she fell in behind me. I felt my excitement build up and resisted the urge to run to the AV lab. I fought the urge to get hard the whole way there. As we rounded the last corner, I grabbed her hand and we half sprinted through the door and locked it. I told her to go into the booth and I keyed the mic down on the intercom.
Inside the booth, the soft white noise coming from the intercom reassured me that I would hear anyone coming. I shut the door to the booth and said, “Let’s get started.” She stepped forward and grabbed my belt, and as weak as that made my knees, and as hard as it was to do, I stopped her. I said, “No, you first.” I motioned toward the table that serves as an anchor desk for the student news program and she climbed up.

With one hand, I ripped open the snaps on her blouse. With the other, I peeled back her skirt. I touched her perfect breasts for the first time. I placed my hand between them and traced the light patch of perfect freckles that I had never seen before on her sternum as I laid her back. I parted her knees and gently kissed her inner thighs, alternating, left, right, until my face was inches from her. Her hips squirmed as she felt my breath on her vulva. I gently kissed the smooth, plumpness of her labia majora. Before spreading them gently with my fingers. Her smell was intoxicating. I could feel my pulse quicken and my blood pressure rise as the room in my jeans lessened. She let out a deep moan as my tongue made its first contact with her clitoral hood. I could feel her clit stiffen as she became more and more aroused. She became wetter and wetter as I worked, licking around but not touching her clit. I pulled back the hood and gently let my tongue touch the edges of it. I was teasing her, and she was loosing it. I was loving it.

Now, for sake of detail, nothing about me is small. My tongue is no exception. I can touch my nose and my chin and all that. So I decided I would use that to my advantage. After making sure she was fully aroused, I started low and licked her clit with my whole tongue. When I did, her hips came up of the table and she whimpered, “Fuck.” I attacked again from another angle and she got louder. I continued this for a few minutes. She grabbed my hair and her thighs squeezed against my head like she was trying to crack it. I shortened my strokes until I was flicking her clit slowly with my tongue.

I was so hard that it was uncomfortable. I reached down and unfastened my belt without stopping. She managed to reach down and pull on my shirt so I ducked out of it as quickly as I could and got back to work. I finished undoing my belt and unbuttoned my jeans. I pulled my penis up a bit so it was peaking up out of my waist band at an angle.

After, I was situated, my entire focus was back on her. Her bare thighs felt amazing on my shoulders. It turned me on even more. Her moans were louder now and she was writhing on the table, but I was taking my time. I sealed my lips around the base of her clit and sucked, circling it with my tongue in my mouth. I felt her nails dig into my shoulders. I could feel them breaking my skin. I heard her half moan and half scream, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” and her body tensed even more.

I released suction and she groaned and let go. I spent a few seconds licking before placing my lips back on it. It was time. I sucked down hard and rhythmically worked my tongue over it. Her nails bit down into my shoulders again but this time she started to drag them down my arms. The pain made me even harder and my tongue got faster and faster. She started to scream, “Oh, shit! Shit! Fuuuck!” and as she took a deep breath, in the silent pause, I heard the keys hit the door.

I stood up quickly and saw her stomach muscled contacting, begging to be allowed to finish, and I desperately wanted to finish her, but there was no time. The key wiggled in the lock as I threw her my shirt. “Cover up and run!” She must have known what I meant because she covered her face and gorgeous red hair and sprinted toward the door. I tucked the tip of my penis back in my jeans and tried to fasten back up. As the door opened, she flew through it. I stood there, breathing hard, shirtless, bloody scratches on my shoulders and arms, a mixture of my sweat and her juices on my chest hair, and a throbbing cock trying to force its way through the denim of my jeans, as the face of our principal turned from shock to anger. My time with Hanna was over.

Or so I thought.

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