Sex Stories Futanari – Mesmeric

Sex Stories Futanari - Mesmeric
From Affect 3D

“The man on the sidewalk was tall. He had dark hair and a bushy mustache that looked like it might be fake. His eyes were intense. I remember you laughing at something, but I don’t remember what he said.” She was sitting on the couch trying to describe everything she remembered.

I could tell her memories were in bits and pieces, like they were pieces of a jigsaw puzzle thrown across the floor, nothing was making sense to her.  “That’s it? That’s all you remember?”

“The next thing I remember is being back at the hotel. I keep thinking there was something else, like he said something, but I can’t remember it. I can almost see his mouth moving, that mustache, remember the mustache?” Her eyes widened, “I remember you joking about the mustache.”

She was right, as soon as we had walked away, I started joking about the hypnotist’s mustache, it was bushy like Mario’s in the video game. He had told me to joke about it, said it was important that I mentioned it more than once. “It was like a miniature push broom glued to his upper lip.”

“Yeah, it was, it made it hard to see his lips moving, but I remember he said something, it was important, what did he say?”

I looked Val in the eye. “I don’t remember, I mean, he said a lot of things. He was funny. I can’t believe you don’t remember his jokes.”

It wasn’t the first time Val and I had run over the story of the sidewalk hypnotist we had run into on our girls getaway to Vegas. It was in there, stuck in her head somewhere she couldn’t reach.

“It’s just so weird, Alex. I mean, I can remember walking down the sidewalk with you, I can even remember talking about the other street performers – that fire breather guy, but…” Bryn ran her hand around her neck, and I thought of the little black collar.  “I know,” she picked up her coffee and took a sip. “I’m sorry, it’s all I can think about lately. It’s so weird.” She set her hand on my thigh. “You’re such a good friend for listening.”

I picked up my coffee. “You should probably just forget about it,” I took a sip and set the coffee back down.

“You’re right,” Bryn chuckled, “how much fun was that trip though, right?”

I laughed, “we girls know how to party.”

The trip had been spur of the moment. Bryn was a week out of a relationship, a little worse for wear, and had two weeks of vacation to use up. When she called me and asked if I thought we should do something, I jumped at the chance immediately. Of course, I had selfish motives for my answer.

Bryn and I had known each other since college. We had a number of classes together and graduated the same year, but our friendship really started when she and I ended up taking jobs at the same firm. We worked on opposite sides of the same floor, her in real estate and me in business.

We saw each other almost every day and had lunch more times than I could count, but we were very different people. Bryn had sort of a fast and loose philosophy when it came to her love life. She wasn’t a party girl, but she did like to hit the clubs, dance, and wake up in strange parts of town from time to time.

Every time we got together, she would regale me with stories about which guy she was considering getting serious with, but it seldom happened and, when it did, it was never for very long. Bryn was just that kind of girl, still too young for anything serious and really, really pretty. A girl with long, blonde hair, a trim, athletic body, and eyes that could stop time.

But although Bryn and I were about the same age, worked for the same law firm, and ran in some of the same circles, we were very different, fundamentally different. And although I had always wanted to tell her about how I felt and who I was…I couldn’t do it.

Bryn’s hand lingered on my thigh as we sat side by side on the little couch in her apartment that morning. “Really, Alex, I mean it, you’re such a good friend.”

It didn’t always happen and I told myself that it wasn’t going to happen this time. I took a breath and stared down at the coffee in my cup, but her hand was on my thigh – the spindly fingers with the painted nails. I took a breath. No.

Bryn moved her hand. “Shit, maybe I should just become a lesbian,” she chuckled.

“Ha,” I tried to laugh, “yeah, you could do that.” I swallowed and tried to ignore the pressure between my legs.

“I wanted to back in college,” Bryn stood and started toward the kitchen, “I mean, I always thought you and I,” she threw a daring little glance over her shoulder.

I smiled and tried not to focus on the perfect roundness of her ass in the yoga pants she was wearing.  “Yeah, right.” I wondered how many times I had laid in bed at night and imagined Bryn and I together.

“No, really. You remember that night at the party?” She was in the kitchen now, leaning across the little island. “But you had that boy, what his name, James? Super nice guy.”

I remembered James, a girl who identified as a boy. He was the only person that knew my secret in college.

“He was so shy but you two,” Bryn said the words in a southern drawl and waved a hand in front of her face like she was flushed. “You two were never apart.”

And there I was sitting on the couch listening to Bryn remember my first real sexual conquest and all I could do was sit and stare. I couldn’t take my eyes off her chest, her breasts, hanging loosely in chamois, the nipples poking through the fabric were like hanging fruit and I was getting hungry.

“Do you ever think about him?” Bryn asked.

“James?” I cleared my throat and set my coffee down, “yeah, I mean sure, every once in awhile.”

“He was pretty hot,” Bryn turned toward the sink and I adjusted my panties.

“Alright, if we are going to go to lunch, I had better get a shower,” Bryn turned around and pulled her shirt over her head. Her breasts bounced into view, the heavy curves, the pert nipples…I almost choked.

“Liquid dreams.” The words tumbled into the air. I took a deep breath and stared at my shoes on the floor. I swore I wasn’t going to do this. Why am I so weak?

I thought back to the man on the sidewalk in Vegas.

“Hey, you two look like you’ve been having a good time.” His eyes had wandered across us, not in a sexual way, but in an appraising way, like a conman doing his best to figure out exactly how much we would be worth.

“We are!” Bryn was mostly drunk, we had caught a show after dinner and were on our way back to the hotel to change so we could hit the clubs. “Super fun!”

He looked at me and I raised my eyebrows as if I wanted to challenge him at his own game. He was in his forties maybe, short black hair that matched his mustache. He was slightly over weight in an expensive looking suit that might have given him the air of being trustworthy except for the gold pinkie ring and heavy, gold necklace. Sleeze, was all I could really see.

“Want to play a game?” He looked away from me.

Bryn jumped up and down like she had already won. “Yes, yes, yes!”

“Close your eyes,” Bryn did as she was instructed and I stared at the man ready to intercept a grope or a quick grab at the little purse in her hand. “I bet I can make you squawk like a chicken,” he looked at me and grinned. “Want to hear her squawk like a chicken?”

“I bet you can’t” Bryn looked over at me. “Watch this.”

The man stepped directly in front of Bryn and locked eyes with her. “Do you like animals?”

“Yes,”

“Do you like chickens?” He stared into her eyes.

“I love fried chicken,” Bryn laughed and glanced at me.

“No, you have to look at me,” his eyes were serious and his voice seemed to be all I could hear, like he had flipped a switch and set the rest of the world on mute. Everything became background noise. “Give me two words.”

“Um,” Bryn sounded less bubbly, like she was kind of far away lost in thought, “wet.”

“Um, how about liquid? Wet’s pretty common.”

“Wet,” Bryn laughed.

“One more,” he stared into Bryn’s eyes.

“Dreams,” Bryn said quietly.

“Good, very good. Your queque is liquid dreams,” the man grinned. “When I say those two words, you will be under my spell.”

“Ok.”

I watched carefully, but even my own thoughts felt like syrup.

“Liquid dreams,” The man took half a step back and Bryn straightened her stance, adjusted her posture until she stood tall and still. “Now,” the man took a step toward me and I recognized the look in his eyes, like he knew something I didn’t.

He turned beside me and crossed his arms while Bryn stood as still as a statue. “She doesn’t know, does she?” He didn’t whisper and all I could suddenly think about was my secret.

It didn’t make sense, really. There was no reason to think that he could possibly know what I was and what I was hiding, but it didn’t matter. I was suddenly scared, scared he was going to blurt it out.

“She has no idea how much you like her,” he grinned. “Want me to tell her?”

I looked back and forth. “What?”

“I can always see it. The best friend who is secretly in love,” he stepped back in front of Bryn. “What is your name, young lady?”

“Bryn,” her voice was neither happy or sad.

“Want to know a secret?” He glanced at me.

“Yes,” Bryn said.

I waved my hands in the air and shook my head, suddenly desperate. The man smiled.

“Twenty bucks and I break the spell, fifty and you can…” he looked Bryn up and down, “…have some fun with her.”

I reached into my purse and pulled out a handful of bills. “Here,” I tried to sort through the wad, but I all I couldn’t focus, my hands were shaking, my mouth was dry. All I wanted to do was run away. “Are you alright?”

“Yes,” Bryn didn’t turn.

“And now ladies and gentlemen,” the sidewalk performer slipped the fifty from between my fingers and waved to the people passing by. “The power of hypnosis! Squawk like a chicken.”

Bryn tucked her hands under her arms and begin to cluck and walk like a chicken. People applauded and shook their heads. “Alright, very good. Liquid dreams.”

Bryn’s eyes went wide and she sort of took stock of where she was and what she was doing, namely standing on a busy sidewalk in Las Vegas having just finished a rendition of the chicken dance.

Two weeks later, the words still worked and Bryn now stood in living room topless and still in front of me. I swallowed hard. No, you have to stop, this isn’t right. I took a deep breath. What are you doing? The thick rod of flesh between my legs was growing, pressing against the spandex fabric. I wish I could tell her, this has got to stop.

I looked at Bryn’s lips and remembered them slowly kissing mine. There was a smile on her face, a devilish look in her eyes as she had lowered her attentions, first to my breasts and then to the raging erection that rose between them.

No, you have to stop. I looked up at Bryn, her breasts exposed, the nipples hardening in the air conditioning, and her eyes glued to the spot between my thighs. God, I wanted her. “Liquid dreams,” I sat back on the couch and shook my head as if I had been the one under hypnosis.

“Were you staring at my tits again?” Bryn looked down and cupped her breasts. “They are irresistible, aren’t they?” She moved them up and down like they were dancing but then suddenly stopped. “Are you?” She looked like she was trying to say something but couldn’t quite figure out what she was after. “I mean,” her eyes ran over my body, “do you want to…”

My heart jumped. “What?” I returned the favor and took her in.

“Nothing, um, no, nevermind, it’s…I’ll be out in a few minutes.” She tossed the t-shirt over her shoulder and walked across the room and down the hall.

I watched her go, the plump cheeks of her ass moving back and forth behind the thin, blue satin. What just happened? Was she asking me if I wanted to…get a shower with her? No, that can’t be what just happened. What was she…

The water started in the bathroom and I imagined Bryn stripping out of her undies and stepping under the spray. I stood up and took a couple deep breaths. My head was a storm of thoughts and desires and my futanari gift, my secret, was straining so hard against the way it had been folded back between my thighs that it was beginning to hurt.

“Come on Alex, get a hold of yourself,” I paced in front of couch.

But the strain was too much. I slipped my capri’s down and reached into the black spanks that held my secret safe. The turgid flesh throbbed in my hand and rose past my belly button, not full but heading in that direction.

Bryn started to sing in the shower. My cock expanded and a few drops of clear liquid rose from the tip.

My chest tightened as panic set in. My futanari gift was not going to subside, not without some attention. I glanced down the hall. One last time? 

***

I turned the knob and quickly slipped into the bathroom. “I was beginning to wonder if it had worn off,” Bryn said matter of factly. “I mean, I wondered how long it would last.” She opened the door and looked into my eyes.

“Oh,” she looked afraid, like I was the last thing she expected to see.

“Liquid Dreams,” I blurted the words but Bryn only pushed the sliding shower door to the side and reached for a towel.

“I guess it was bound to wear off at some point,” she ran the cloth across her face and looked down at the throbbing cock pointed straight at her. “At least we don’t have to hide anymore.”

I stepped back. “Wait, what?”

Bryn wrapped the towel around her waist and stepped toward me. “I have a confession to make,” she smiled devilishly. “The hypnotist on the sidewalk. He hypnotized you.” She stared into my eyes waiting for me to realize what was happening.

“I know,” I said. “I paid him fifty bucks to…”

“Alex,” she put her hands on my shoulders, “sweetie, I paid him.”

My head was spinning. I thought back to the sidewalk. The entire exchange passed before my eyes and then we were in the hotel and I used the words there.

I remembered Bryn on her hands and knees between my legs. I remembered running my hands across the smooth curves of her waist, her tongue running along the length of my futanari gift, and my hands gripping her waist as she straddled my waist and impaled herself on all she could take.

“No, wait, I…”

“Were hypnotized,” she reached down and wrapped her fingers around my shaft, “it was the best fifty dollars I’ve spent. I mean, I had no idea this,” she looked down at the throbbing cock slowly growing between us, “was even possible.”

“But I paid the man…” I still couldn’t wrap my head around what she was saying. I remembered everything, the wad of bills, the look on the man’s face. Hell, as soon as you said liquid dreams Bryn became a…”liquid dreams,” I blurted the words again.

“Yeah, that’s what you have been giving me for the last two weeks,” Bryn squeezed and pulled on the arm sized cock she held. “You’re not mad are you?”

“Mad?” I shook my head still completely befuddled.

“I mean, I did take advantage of you.” She stepped forward and planted a soft kiss on my lips. “I thought I was just going to find a pussy when I got there, but…” Bryn stepped back and stared at the arm of flesh that was nudging against my breast, like a dog that wants to be pet. “…this was a fantastic surprise.”

“But, I thought, I was, I mean you were…” I stared at her and realized that everything that had happened could have been the other way around, it could have been me. I mean, the more I thought about it, the more it made sense.

My memories of the hotel room and then once here at her apartment were…wrong. She was smiling, laughing, talking to me about how she wished I wouldn’t have kept my futanari gift a secret. We should have hooked up in college.

I could have been fucking you for the last two years instead of the brain dead pieces of meat I have been going through like water.

Put it inside me, fuck me. 

The memories, the real ones, flooded back. I had been the one hypnotized.

“Are you mad?” Bryn bit her lower lip and let her eyes wander across me.

“No, I mean, I thought it was…”

“He said you would,” Bryn smiled and stepped to me, wrapping her arms around my waist. Our breasts pressed into each other and my cock nestled between them, snug and leaking. Pre oozed across our bellies and the curves of our tits.

“Mmmm…this is already better.” She kissed me.

“Than being your sex slave?” I grinned.

“Oh, you’re still my sex slave,” Bryn looked kissed me deeply and slid her tongue between my lips. “And you will obey me.” She slapped my ass.

I smiled and moved my hip pushing my cock between our breasts and under Bryn’s chin.

“Oh,” she squealed in delight, “hello there.” She swiped her tongue across the head. Crystal clear strings of precum stretched from the eye of my cock across her chin and onto her lips.

“Come on,” she stepped back and took my hand, “our Saturday plans just changed.” She laughed.

***

The moment we cleared the bedroom door, Bryn swung me around and pushed me onto the bed. “I have a thousand questions,” she looked back and forth between me and my gift, “like, oh my God, how the fuck do you keep that thing hidden.”

“I shook my head, it’s not easy – especially when you’re around.”

(Part Two cumming soon. Let me know what you think!)

 

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