Paul took out the Hypnoticon and showed it to everybody in the room slowly explaining what he was about to do. He spun the jewel a little letting its mesmerizing power have time to have an effect. Kneeling in front of Gwyneth, he began the hypnotism, gently swaying the pendant now.
“I want you to look at the jewel, see how it sparkles and glitters and how that makes you feel relaxed, comfortable. You feel more and more at ease, peaceful and calm. I’m now going to count from 5 back down to 1, and with every number you will feel more relaxed and grow sleepier. When I get to 1, you will fall asleep and enter a deep trance.”
“5……4. The pendant is so beautiful, you can feel yourself slipping away as you stare at it, you are feeling so comfortable you are beginning to get sleepy. 3……2… you are nearly asleep, it’s an effort to keep your eyes open.1 and sleep.”
Gwyneth’s head dropped to her chest as she entered the trance, her breathing slow and peaceful. Paul stood up and looked around the room. The agent had his arms crossed lying on the desk, his head resting on them as he snoozed. One of the guards was leaning against the wall, as he too was asleep.
The last man in the room was still awake, but Paul could see he was struggling, so he walked over to him, holding up the Hypnoticon and finished putting him into a trance, before turning back to the agent. Speaking to the agent, he told the man that he was now completely ok with Paul now, trusting him completely with Gwyneth, and he agreed that it would be better to leave them alone. He also planted the usually commands and suggestions that he should rave about Paul’s abilities; always good to drum up more customers, hopefully rich famous ones too.
He woke the three men, and the agent quickly got up, shook Paul’s hand when he saw Gwyneth in her trance and left the room, taking the guards with him. Paul now had Gwyneth to himself.
“Gwyneth, listen to my voice, you find it very comforting and want to do as I ask, your will is now mine; you are my slave and I am your master.”
“Yes. Master”, the pretty blonde happily replied.
“Good girl. Now listen to me, think about a horse and as you do see how magnificent he looks, and how he makes you feel good about him. You feel silly now that you ever thought of him, or any horse as scary. When you wake today you will remember this image and that you are no longer afraid of horses, in fact you look forward to role now and getting the chance top learn to ride, something you will pick up easily and quickly. Understand?”
“Yes master, I was so silly to be scared of the lovely creatures.”
“ok , when I say the word ‘Awake’ you will wake up and follow any instructions I have given you as if they were your own Idea, and when ever I tell you to ‘Sleep now’ you will instantly revert to this trance state. This time when you awake you will find that you are incredibly horny and that you are intensely attracted to me, so much so that you will happily have sex with me, doing what ever I wish of you. You will come easily and often, savouring every moment.”
“Yes. Master” came the quick reply, her voice sounding extremely eager.
“Awake”
Gwyneth awoke, smiling back at Paul, her attitude one of obvious interest in him.
“Ok, tell me, are you looking forward to making your next movie?”
“Very much so, I’m especially looking forward to learning to ride the ….. OMG, you’ve done it, I actually feel that I like horses now!” excitedly she jumped up and hugged him tight, pressing her breasts into his chest.
“Ok,” he whispered in her ear “you can take your clothes off now.”
She stepped back smiling wickedly at him, and slowly stared to take her clothes off, teasing him with her strip. Swaying her hips, she took of her top, reveling a lacey bra underneath which pushed her breasts up a little. Next to hit the ground was her skirt, underneath which were the matching panties. Paul watched her, his hard cock in his hands as he gently rubbed, as she pressed her breasts towards him, slowly sliding her bra off. She turned away from him, looking over her shoulder at him, the wicked grin still on her face as she thrust her ass towards him, sliding her hands over her pants. She continued to sway her hips, tugging and her knickers, but not yet making the effort to pull them off.
It was all too much for Paul and in one swift movement, he was behind her, fingers tugging down her panties, barely giving her time to step one leg out of them before pushing his cock deep into her pussy. Taken a little by surprise, she screamed out her pleasure at being taken. Paul was glad he had planted the suggestion into the minds of the men waiting in the reception to completely ignore any sound coming from the office, unless he directly commanded them. Mrs. Grint of course had had that suggestion in her mind from the very beginning.
Paul grabbed her around the waist as he pumped into her, his hips moving in a rapid, deep motion. Gwyneth bucked her hips back to match his rhythm, moaning every time his cock was all the way in, his balls slapping against her clit. She started to play with her own breasts, pulling and squeezing her own nipples, the feel of which along with the dick ramming her pussy brought her to her first and very vocal orgasm. The sound of her Cumming spurred on Paul and he increased his already rapid pace.
On every thrust his hips would loudly slap on her ass, the sound somehow highly erotic. Paul lasted long enough to have her Cumming again, and nearly a third time before with a grunt he pulled her tight on to him, and unloaded his spunk into her .As he pumped is seed into her, he slid one hand between her hips to her clit, rubbing it in an effort to get her to that third orgasm before he was done, and Cum she did, her vagina rippling squeezing the last drops from him.
He let her fall forward onto the couch, her chest rising and falling as she panted in recovery. Standing over her he pressed his very nearly still erect penis against her lips, and she greedily sucked him in. Gently pushing her back , being careful not to interrupt the oral treatment he was receiving , he climbed onto the couch beside her , lying with is head between his legs .He wanted to give her the return pleasure he was receiving and so placed his mouth to her pussy lips.
He slid his tongue deep as it could go inside her tasting the mixed juices held within. He twisted and flicked his tongue inside her, knowing he had hit her sweet spot when she squealed, the tip of his dick getting an extra thrill as her throat vibrated. Concentrating on her G-spot, it didn’t take him long to bring her to yet another orgasm, her cum flooding his mouth with its sweetness, its muskiness. He held her ass tight, squeezing the cheeks, and pulling her on to his tongue.
He could feel her wonderful lips running up and down his shift making it slick with her saliva, her tongue flicking and twirling around it, he found it hard not to buck his hips and fuck her hot mouth. He managed to get her to Cum twice more before her talented sucking and slurping mouth had the desired effect and had him blowing his seed into her mouth. She swallowed so much, but allowed lost to ooze out of her mouth and cover her chin. As Paul removed himself from her body, she used her fingers to scoop up that escaped Cum and suck them dry.
The sight was so erotic, watching this famous film start greedily gobbling down his seed, was enough to send tingles into his penis. She reached out and started stroking his cock, the combination was enough to soon get him hard again, his dick feeling even more erect this time. She lay there on her back and opened her legs, staring at him as if to ask what he was waiting for. He needed no further invitation and climbed on top of her, there hot sweaty body sliding over one another.
He slid his cock passed her now so blood filled swollen pussy lips, in one long thrust. He wanted to really enjoy this coupling so much more, thrill to feeling of her hot pussy on his dick, that he stared with a nice slow rhythm. Leaning forward as he pulled his hips back and forth, his mouth found hers and they kissed, a deep kiss full of lust. She wrapped her legs around his waist, thrusting her own hips up to meet his as her tongue slid into his mouth.
Their thrusting hips matched timings as they built up the speed, going quicker and quicker. Gwyneth Came several times , such intense orgasms , by the time Paul had built up his rhythm to a frantic pace , his cock going as deep as he could sliding with ease against her vaginal walls , so slick with juices was she, before he exploded into her for the last time. Spent, his breathe rasping in his lungs, matching the woman beneath him, he collapsed next to her. For long minutes they lay there, simply trying to recover some strength.
“Sleep now” Paul whispered.
He had Gwyneth go to his private bathroom to clean herself up and remove the evidence of their lovemaking whilst he quickly got ready and dressed himself. Picking up her panties from where they had fallen, he stuffed them into his desk to add to his collection, when she reentered the room. He got her to dress, reminding her that she had not worn knickers that day, before burying the events in her mind; she would only remember them as snatches in her dreams.
Her mind now prepared, he brought her out of trance and escorted her out of his office, she thanking him again for solving her horse problem. She assured her agent that all was well, and he was visibly delighted. Before she left, Gwyneth very kindly signed a magazine for Mrs. Grint, thanking Paul once again.
After they had gone, Mrs. Grint and Paul looked at each other with huge grins on their faces, both thinking about their very different souvenirs from the film star client.
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