Stress Relief (Hypnotized II)

-----------------------------Everyone in all my scripts are 18 years or older------------------------

Stress Relief (Hypnotized II)
[F4M][Mf][AGE][Hypnotism][D/s]play[Teacher/Student][Vanilla][Sundress]

The late bell has rung and all the detention kids are scurrying away. School will be deserted in a few minutes and I swish into his room, all cute in my flowered sundress and Roman sandals. I can tell he likes it. I always know when he likes what I wear for him. There's a certain smile he has in his eyes when I'm wearing a skirt or anything dressy or hot and I see it now.
"Hey, 'Lissa." he says. "What's up?"
I make a pouty face and tell him that the college mess is stressing me out and I've had a headache all day and the general angst is just killing me. He offers to give me some aspirin, even though he's not supposed to. I'm his favorite student so he bends rules for me. I decline and then make the suggestion that’s brought me here today.
"Remember back in 10th grade when you hypnotized me?" I say. I notice him do a sort of double-take.
"That was a long time ago, but sure." He says carefully. "Why?"
"All I remember is how completely relaxed I was afterwards and I could really use some relief now."
"Uh huh." He replies and I see him listen for a minute to how quiet the school has become.
"So could you do it again?" I ask.
"Just like I did before?" He replies
I touch my head. "Or maybe even go further than you did last time?" I say biting my lip. "I'd really like to sleep through the night tonight."
He says sure and moves around shutting shades and locking doors. Then he rummages around in his bag till he finds the purple crystal. I ask him why he's been carrying it around with him and he says something vague about 'practicing' I think he's suspicious. I think he may know. But I don't see him stopping it.

I sit down in the other desk chair and he sits across from me with the crystal. This time he's put some slow music on. I hear Cello; It's Bach. He starts the crystal moving and has me count backwards as he coaches me in his low voice. I feel myself falling backward suddenly, like before, only different, but I know the Cello Suite and I hold onto the melody to stay...

I'm standing up in the middle of the room. He's looking at me carefully as if I might jump and scare him.
"Hmmmm." He says. "Questions."
"What's your middle name?"
"Dawn." I tell him.
"That's no secret." He tells himself. "That's on the computer."
"Are you still a virgin?" He asks. I tell him no.
"Tell me a secret, Melissa. Something you never told anyone."
"I write stories." I reply. "Dirty stories and I masturbate to them." A warm feeling builds up in my nether regions
"Some time in the future, you should bring them to me." He tells me and there's this sudden ‘ting’ in my brain like a computer that accepts a code.
“Tell me another secret.” He says.
“I love to suck cock.” I reply.
"Who did you dress up for today."
"You." I say and grimace internally. He knows. He must know. He’s playing with me and he won't go any fur..."
"Uh huh. I bet you can take that dress off really quickly, can't you?" He says. "So do it."
My pussy his soaking, now. I really can take it off quickly, but I don't. I reach back and undo the zipper and then pull it over my head in a slow motion, savoring the surprise I have for him. I did dress for him today. I am wearing a matching thong and half-bra from Victoria's Secret.
"Very nice." He says with a suddenly dry mouth. He turns and gets his digital camera from the bag and takes a few shots. "Pose for me." He tells me. I do a hands on hip pose, hands behind back looking down pose and feel like a star as the flash goes off. "Nice sandals too. Like a roman slave girl." He says. I can barely hold still, I want to jump him so bad it hurts. "Get rid of the bra." He tells me.
I undo the clip in the front and shed the lace and satin behind me. My breasts stand at attention for him. They don't count for much among the high school boys, but he loves them.  The flash goes off again.
"Now the thong." He says thickly. I roll the fabric off my hips and bend to push them off me. As I stand the flash goes off again. He walks around, staying at arms length, inspecting me. I yearn for him to put his hands on me, check how wet I am, see how close I shaved for him.
"Tell me what you want now, Melissa." He murmurs in my ear.
"Touch me." I say. And suddenly he is on me, rolling his hands over my body, kissing my neck and breasts. The sensations are confusing, but so good as I feel his passion seep into me and join with mine. It's tough to stand without reacting to this, but he hasn't ordered me to respond to him and somehow I can't move on my own.
"Do you want to kiss me?" He asks as if he read my mind.
"Oh, Yes."
"Then do it." He says and puts his mouth on mine. His lips are soft and tender and he kisses the same way but with an underlying violence of passion that makes my knees weak. I try to match him and our tongues wrestle together like lovers. One of his hands finds my pussy and he begins stroking me as we kiss. I don't know where I am anymore; this isn't anything like what I do by myself. It's not like anything I ever felt with another person either.

"Get on the desk." He says, suddenly and I hop up. He pulls his chair up and swings me around so that my pussy is right in his face and he bends to lick and suck on me. He buries himself in me, grunting with passion as he eats me. I feel myself begin to whimper lightly and I'm having a little trouble breathing. This feeling is building in a way I've never felt before. It's slower and somehow bigger and I'm sca..."
"Are you on the pill?" He asks, startling me.

"Yes" I reply. Wondering 'Why is he asking me tha...oh!' He stands up and enters me so fast I never see him undress. It feels so unreally fucking fantastic I can't believe it. He pushes me down and I lay back on the desk, knocking books and papers astray.
"I want to watch you." He says.

He goes slow, savoring every stroke, pushing himself all the way in and then pulling all the way out, watching me. One hand on my pussy, his thumb strumming my clit. The other hand is massaging my breasts. I can't help it and my hips start to move with him. I love his cock in me.
The feeling thats been building starts to escalate. There's a small twinge deep down, then the vibration builds slowly at first, and then like the volume knob gets suddenly turned up.
"Come for me, baby." He murmurs and I do and its sublime. It's tough being quiet. I feel like yelling 'yay!' at the top of my lungs.

He pulls out of me then and I miss him.
"I want to come in you, but that would be hard to explain." He says half to himself.
I want to tell him, go ahead, but if he thinks I'm acting he might stop.
"Get on your knees, Melissa." He tells me. I sigh and slide down off the desk.

I know what he wants and I take his cock, slick with my cum and suck it deep into my throat. He gasps like he can't believe a girl like me can do that, but with him I can do anything. Working my tongue like a porn star I slide up and down his long thick tool.

The feel of it in me and the anticipation of what is to come makes my pussy quiver again. Soon my lips feel the muscles of his cock jump and his breathing comes in small fast gasps. I moan a little as the first burst of his sweet cum hits me in the back of my throat. I gulp it down, continuing to work his cock till I milk every drop out. I feel warmth in my belly as I take in this part of him and make it mine. I continue to kiss his cock gently as it recedes and I want to tell him that I love him, but my words won't...

I'm sitting in the desk chair across from him and he's snapping his fingers in front of my face. I'm dressed and so is he and I'm wet but not as wet as I should be. But I can still feel him touching me, smell him on me.  Can't I?

"Thought I'd lost you there, for a minute." He says. "How are you feeling?"

"I don't feel that terrible headache or that knot in my back anymore." I say, wonderingly.  It's true. I feel better than I have in weeks.

I thank him and we make small talk while he packs up his stuff so we can walk out together. He sees me to my car and then gets into his. I shake my head and smile as I wave goodbye. It must've been the stress that made my dream life suddenly intrude so much. Or maybe there's more to hypnotism than I knew about, I definitely feel better and I know I'll sleep like a baby tonight.

I just wish I knew if it really happened. Then I drop my keys in my lap as I try to start the car and when I fish them out, notice that my thong is missing.