Gilly Develops a Fixation
"Unnhhhh…." The thoughtless grunt of hot, desperate lust escaped Gilly's lips entirely without any intention on her part, and it was really only when she heard herself moaning out loud that she realized she'd been staring at Darren's cock for something like a solid minute without even so much as thinking a word, let alone saying one. A few sluggish memories trickled into her brain, something about her tutor explaining hypnotic inductions and eye fixation and finally just pulling his dick out for her to stare at, but every time she tried to use them as leverage to shift her mind out of neutral she soon found herself just locked onto that stiff prick again. And another throbbing pulse of lust from her clit soon made her moan again.
Darren asked her, "Do you want a closer look, Gilly?" and her head bobbed up and down in an unthinking nod before her conscious mind even caught up to the words. She crawled onto the table, heedless of the books and papers scattered across its surface, and if her sheepishly embarrassed mind recognized that it would have been wiser to go around it was only after she was face-to-tip with his mesmerizing prick. She wasn't wearing anything from the waist down anymore, a development whose details had all been swallowed up by the urgent pulses of arousal pounding away at her swollen clit, and Gilly knew she had to present a picture of utter, brainless desire to the grad student who was teaching her. Gilly wasn't a prude and she got as horny as the next college-age woman, but it felt delightfully different when her emotions were so carefully cultivated by hypnosis like this.
He said, "You can suck it if you want to," and even though it wasn't actually a suggestion Gilly was so primed from what felt like hours of staring longingly at Darren's stiff prick that she didn't know how to refuse the offer. Her mouth plunged down onto his cock, and it gave her a muddled sense of pride when he couldn't stop himself from tangling his fingers into her hair and fucking her face like she was a fleshlight. However long he'd been planning this, however long it had taken him to slip all those suggestions into her mind that primed her to drop into trance whenever she saw a sufficiently captivating hypnotic focus, it was all because he couldn't imagine desiring anything more than plowing her wet and drooling suckhole with his dick and that made her feel weirdly valued.
Not that she could tell him any of that, of course. All she could really do was make gulping, grunting sounds around his shaft, and Gilly's cunt throbbed even harder at the spectacular pornstar noises she made when Darren skullfucked her. She was giving him the best blowjob he'd ever gotten, Gilly could tell just from the panting gasps that escaped his lips and the urgency of every thrust, and it made her dazed and drowsy mind so happy to know he wasn't going to be able to stop himself from spurting his load straight down her hungry throat. She didn't wonder why that was suddenly such a priority for her, any more than she thought about why her own pussy pulsed in sympathy with every twitch and spasm of his cock, and when he finally came Gilly didn't question her own accompanying orgasm.
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