Francine Helps Her Doctor With a Project
"Why don't you tell her all about it, Frankie?" Doctor Weston asked, and even though it was difficult to tear her attention away from the slick, dripping cunt in front of her Francine at least managed to take in enough of her doctor's words to obey the instruction. Her lips parted, and even though Francine's jaw momentarily went slack and her tongue briefly lolled out in an unthinking attempt to please the pussy of the squirming, glassy-eyed blonde she was kneeling for she nonetheless managed to babble out a stream-of-consciousness ramble about her favorite topic and her most cherished belief while Doctor Weston groped and fondled the receptionist sitting naked next to her.
"It feels so good to be hypnotized, Cherie," Francine heard herself gabble, her voice slurred and sleepy and unable to filter out even a single thought from her rambling flow of speech. "It makes me so wet to be weak and horny, it turns me on so much to be a slutty helpless pussy pleaser. I told Doctor Weston all about it, all about how much it makes my cunt throb and ache and drool to be a pushover for hypnosis and--and how to do it to other girls, and she's been… nnnnh… she's been practicing on me. Putting me into trance again and again, telling me to fight it and then figuring out how to hypnotize me anyway. Just like…." Francine swallowed hard, not out of any swell of emotion but because her mouth was watering so much it was difficult to speak. "Just like she did with you."
Cherie let out a tiny whimper at Francine's words, but the kneeling woman didn't know whether it was a last gasp of impotent resistance leaving her body or a mewl of desperate anticipation for her final fall into obedience. Either seemed just as likely--Doctor Weston had dropped them both at the same time, using her demonstration of Francine's susceptibility to hypnosis to ensnare Cherie's unsuspecting mind, and by this point the blonde receptionist was so wet and needy that the promise of getting her pussy licked was like an anchor on her mind. Try as she might to fight it, she couldn't ignore Francine's lips just inches away from her cunt, and the desire to be eaten out was gradually eroding her willpower until it was finally ready to vanish altogether.
And Francine had no willpower right now, waiting only for permission to seal her mouth against Cherie's cunt and drive her to new heights of pleasure. "You're going to love it so much when you give up and let me eat your pussy, Cherie, I'm so good at it and you'll be so happy Doctor Weston broke your brain and made you a pushover like me. I'm gonna suck on your clit until you can't think of anything else, and Doctor Weston's going to tell you how to be a good girl while you cum, and you're just… f-fuck, you're going to be so good against my tongue…." Francine probably wouldn't have been this enthusiastic to help Cherie see the virtues of mindless obedience if she was awake. But if she was awake, she would already have forgotten all of this.
Cherie finally gasped out, "yes, please, I don't want to think anymore," and by then she was such a mess that Francine's chin was immediately smeared with the musk of her arousal when she leaned in to lick. She felt Cherie's fingers knotting themselves in her hair, pulling her close and holding her face directly against the blonde's labia, and when Doctor Weston began to speak to them both Francine found that she was too busy licking to think about what she was hearing. But she knew she was being a good girl, and that was all that mattered.
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