Hypnotic Creampie and Cum Eating Coming at the right time, in the right place… Words at the right time, in the right place… *Tongues* at the right time… in the right place… the right taste… To make you empty and owned, filled only with fulfillment and devoid of thought. Devoid of any thoughts at all and in that void there is lots of space for me to put the things you just don’t need any more. And right now, until later… I can think of a few things you just don’t need. Think of my voice filling you up and searching through. I am sifting through you. You feel both seen and sorted. Subjected and sifted. Leafing like a catalog. Taking you to an obedient pleasurable place where you could even turn over a new leaf… if I wanted you to. It feels so good to see all the parts of you laid out nice and neat, all the parts of you open and available, patiently laid out. You can be comfortable here, because we’re going where we go… together. My hands on your back, running over your body, releasing tension, relaxing you. The more you relax into the release the more the massage becomes the only release. This is the only release for you. Heavy eyes, easily trained, easily drained, easy for me… like you’ll always be. You’re being so open, you’re being so good to yourself… It’s good for you when you and I do this together. It’s so good for you when we can just push your mind where it needs to be, and take *inventory*. Your inventory, your index, all the things inside you which, when you rest, you leave at my disposal, at my mercy. And I will be merciful… I will free you from all concerns. For example, I want to play with you for a while, and if I do that, you might climax early… you might come far too early. If that happened, we’d have to stop. I will protect you from having to stop. You will be able to continue for a very long time… if I take a few index cards out of your library. If I just pull a few things out… And let you continue laying right where you are… With everything right where it is except the single index card which would have allowed you to climax… if I’d left it where it was. All there is in y our body is everything that was there before, less a single thing: climax. You can get tense, horny, aroused… you can feel excellent, exquisite sensations filling your mind. But no matter how good you feel, your mind finds its way back to how you could feel even better. It could feel even better if I let you off your leash, if I let climax storm through your libido and find its way deeper. If I allowed it ,but I’m going to let you get worked up… Our bodies, clutching together. Your desire growing to the point where you’ve just never felt this turned on… Eyes locked on mine. Drawn into them. When my eyes flutter, when I let myself drop just a tiny bit… You have a new space inside you, a new index… where your ability to climax used to be. So a little bit of relaxation for me, turns into an enormous flood for you. Flooding mind and body with hunger and need… Because you can feel *so* good if we rub our bodies together, if I press my breasts against your face while I get soaked and you drip for me, the more libido you ignite, the more lust you allow out, the better you feel… And the better you feel, the more optimal a moment I will have to let you have it back. You’ll climax, you’ll come for me, you’ll come WITH me, and you can clean it all up after… You can tidy me up, you can keep us both happy all this time. You have so much ability to give us both happiness, and all it takes is for you to forget a release, forget a climax, forget your ability to end a cycle that we will begin. This cycle will begin in seconds. This cycle will begin in minutes. This cycle will persist as long as I like. The climax is abandoned, the climax is lost, but the pleasure… our pleasure… my tits, my curves, my sex, all dedicated to getting mmmm… so horny for you. You getting horny for me?You getting ready? You have permission to fantasize, to fill your head with every alluring hypnotic thing you’ve ever gotten hot for, you’ve ever dripped for… Drool your own thoughts out between your legs and let your mind just stay there. Your empty head is mine to turn on, to make hot and needy… So that when I take hold of you for real and we grind together, your mind goes offline and your body goes into overdrive… Denied, waiting. Knowing you can’t, you want it so bad… want climax so bad… And you’ll only get it when I say, when I allow it… Until then, you’re waiting for opportunity, waiting for your chance… and with my hand between your legs… with my breasts touching down on your face, covering you, sticking to your face for you to suck and lick… Taste me. Adore me. Enjoy me. As I will you, until you’re so turned on the memory of climax comes snapping back and you’re stuck in it… ohhh… When you remember, you’ll come. There’s no escape, no refuge… just whether you have the knowledge, or not. Now it’s time, you’re right on the verge, it’s coming back into your mind because you’re already listening to me. You’re already wired in to what I need… the spread of my legs, the way I lay back.. It’s inviting you. How hard are you, having come this far without your ability to come? That means when you hit one hundred percent, when you are where you would climax… you didn’t stop… One hundred and one… One hundred and ten… One hundred and twenty percent, even. An ever ascending tower of the powerful pleasure you can feel, could feel, if you just let go and relaxed. The pleasure of letting your orgasm out is more than it would be ,and those extra percents aren’t just additive… they’re multiplicative… Lay on top of me… ohh.. So hot…so hard… inside me. Slide inside me right now, put it in… In deep… Feel every squeezing centimeter of my passage, already hungry for you. Hungry for your cock as deep as it goes, for your balls to well up and just flood me… I’ll give you back the power to come when I command it, when I truly can’t take it any more. I’ll only return the index, the power to climax, when we both need it the same… And as bad as you think you need it? You don’t need it nearly as much as I do … ohhh… not yet. More than just the head, push it in. More and more. Push inside, deep inside. Deeper, warmer Shallow thrusts, as I lay with my tits on your face, and a shallow angle means… deeper penetration. Ohhh, oh… so deep I don’t know what’s going to happen when you remember how to… Well, you don’t need to remember what makes you feel SO good to forget. What makes you feel so good, and makes me so wet… I’m soaked, squeezing, drenched, lost. We’re both in this together now… You’re, in me… and I’m dripping over you. You’re deep… deep inside because of the shallow angle. I’m lying atop you, and you’re able to push in deep while barely moving me… up and down… forward and back… Tiny movements, pushing your balls right against my soaked entrance…Ohhh… deeper, please, more… that’s right. That’s good. So good… Rhythm in and out, constantly. Keep it up. Literally… just keep it hard. I’ll do the rest, all the rest, in my hunger. I’ll slide on you… mmm, my juices are painting you, slathering down your balls Knowing you can’t come means I don’t have to hold back… kiss me… You’re going to use that tongue for a lot more, shortly… Just keep moving, keep thrusting. Are you getting close? No, you’re not… not even anywhere near, because all you can do is squirm… All you have in you is more and more squirming. The longer you push into me, the more you get into unforeseen, unexplored territory. There’s no way to do anything except climb… Ascend… Grow gradually toward release. Because getting off this ride, stopping the pumping of your hard cock in and out of me, would require that you have somewhere to go, something to get out of it besides more pumping, more of my juice, more coating you in slick inescapability…. You are coated in me, absorbed utterly and covered constantly… And the dripping down your balls, which are tight against the base of your penis… is not going to slow… I’m only getting more turned on, and you’re only getting more tuned in, to what you’re missing and how I’m going to use it to break you. Thrust… fill me, fuck me… You’re going to climax for me, to come as deep as you can, to press as much cum as you can into my body, into everything. I feel it all over… I’ve put away my ability to climax as well… so we’re only going to come when we both need it the same… and I need it. I need you. I need you deep inside. I need you to come in me… I need you to squirt SO deep I can’t take it, can’t resist, can’t escape, hound us both with such pleasure… Thrusting deeper… deeper and causing jets of my juice to escape as you fuck me into a froth.. My squishing tight pussy wrapped around you… Wrapped so tight you have to use a little more force, a little more energy… put more power into your hips to assist me at all… Pushing through my tight passage is going to take some work… Pushing in, my insides milking you in waves, keeping you working, keeping you waiting for me to let you lose yourself… let you release… Climax is creeping up on you. Climax is finding its way into you. The longer you’re waiting the stronger it’ll be, as it pushed beyond, beyond what orgasm has ever been. Speeding heart, clenching length. You’re deep inside, ohh… feel my nipples, pointed, firm, against your face. Suck while I ride. Suck while you’re inside. Suck and fuck and there it is… You feel so much pleasure it’s making your back arch and your whole body shake,. The pleasure is finding its way into your back, your butt, your legs, making your whole body shiver and your skin get goosebumps… that’s it. Your body is running out of places to put the pleasure, so that is going to bring that card, that little index card from the library of your mind, is going to make a comeback… cum in me… cum… cum… cum deep -ohhh yess… It’s coming back… in full.. With a vengeance. You’ve been waiting to be able to do this, and now you have it back. Your ability to come, and with it, redoubling your *urge* to come, which magnifies, amplifies… ohhh. Oh… come on come, yes… so much of it… That’s so good. So very good… Come, come, come in me, squirt as much as you can, absolutely fill my pussy with your cum… yess… And now… we can… ohhh… oh yes fuck. Now we can start. Ohhh… I’m going to pull .. off of you… You’re still hard somehow. Is it that good?Ohhh, it’s like you’re still gushing, flooding. Suck my tits while I… mmm. Pull you out of me… I’m pushing my fingers - ohh - inside me, holding the cum in, making sure your load doesn’t leak out… because you’re going to handle that for me. Mmm, here, I’ll roll over next to you and… spread my legs. Ohhh, see how your load is dripping out between my lips, sliding out where I’m spread from your cock gaping me while we fucked? Yeah, dripping out, along with my juices… Dive in. Slide in. Face first. Taste me. Taste *you*. I don’t know who has more juice in there… your load, or my own aching needy juicy cunt doing its best to lube up for round two. Get your tongue in… Taste the bittersweet truth of your climax… you waited, I made you wait. Now you get to lick me clean… Run your tongue up my slit, and lick the outer lips… taste every drop… The long streams of your cum I felt hit me hot and deep inside. The way my juice trickles out when I squeeze… like this… Taste me, lick up drop by drop because it’s all going to go down, and how would you stop? The more you lick the more you submit and the more your mind leaks all over my slit. Your saliva is your thought, your saliva is the dripping thoughtless mindlessness of you… slathered over me while you use your tongue to dig deep. Dig deep and slurp up your cum, your own cum, in my pussy, lick your load out of me and submit to it… Submit to my slit. Lick your mind away. Every time you lick you lose more of what you had before and get more of me inside you. Slurp me up, while I trail my nails down your scalp and rub behind your ears, scritching your thoughts away. Scritching a lot of things away… Like your memory of how to cum… that’s something I’ve touched recently… That’s something I’ve taken away recently… I could even take it away again. Keep licking, and I’ll decide whether you get to keep coming after this, or do I take your permission, your knowledge, and put it away somewhere else… Lick, pushing your tongue in, still tasting the cum that’s been squeezed to the entrance of my slit, hot tight lips squeezing down ohhh… on your tongue… And now I roll my hips up, grab your head, push you face first into my pussy… This is where you live, this is where you belong, slurping me up until all your thoughts go away. You don’t need thoughts. You don’t need *to* come… you just need *your* cum. Magnetically drawn to my pussy to service me, to slurp up your cum, needing it inside you more than you’ve ever needed anything… more than anything else you need this cum inside you, filling your mouth, sliding down your throat, filling everything up. This is all you’ve needed and wanted anyway. You came here wanting this. I wrote that on a little notecard and slipped it in your index. You must have my pussy clean and cleared of your come, you must slurp up every drop of the cum you let out and make me clean, glistening with your saliva, glistening with your mind, covering, consuming all your thoughts and leaving you a whimpering mess with your tongue right where it belongs, right where it goes… inside my pussy, dripping, drooling, slathering, slobbering. Lick me all over, pull out as much cum as you can and slurp it up, push your tongue inside, practice extending it, licking all over my inner walls, soaked as they are with my arousal from riding you. Remember what it felt like inside me? I want your rock hard while you slurp up your own cum until I’m empty, cleaned up, ready for you to give me even more time and attention. This is where you belong, between my legs, licking, tasting, lost in my taste mixed with yours… You’re right where you need to be and now it’s impossible to escape because you’re also doing what you want to do. What you have wanted to do in the first place, and will want to continue doing… Licking me up, lapping me up, tasting me constantly until all of your cum has been absorbed back up, until you’ve swallowed it all and left me clean and glistening. The more you swallow the more swallowed up you are in adoration of my pussy, in the delicious taste of your own surrender sliding ever further down. Further down your throat, into you, your cock hard, your mind melting and dripping out of it the more turned on you get. Your cock is doing all the work, throbbing, propelling you, keeping you magnetized to my pussy. The longer this goes on the more fixated and locked in place you are. In your mind there is only my pussy, stealing all your thoughts away. In your body there is only the movement of your tongue, slurping your cum out of my pussy until I’m empty, until you’ve gotten every drop, every perfect drop… You know how you put it there, and when you lick it up you remember how it was when you filled me with your cum, filled me to the limit. You’ll remember the pleasure, and it will run through you again as you take each and every slurp into you… as you slurp up your cum, clean me off, undo your own handiwork… ohhh… and I squeeze my thighs around your head… and just relax while you lick up every drop of your cum. Good…