Hypnoservice

Janson Patrick was a hypnotherapist. Not the most prestigious of sciences... some claimed it wasn't science at all... but he was actually a certified therapist, even had a degree in psychology and everything!

But he'd found this means to manipulate people, supplemented by his knowledge and education, into helping themselves. A noble goal, and it lined his pockets just as well, and so he was pretty happy.

That said, he did have the odd nutcase to deal with that he sometimes had to refer elsewhere, but Lorena Garcia was a bit of an unique case.

"That's- that's not what we do here..."

Lorena pouted. 

"It's just TV stuff, you can't hypnotize people to force them to have sex with you, and even if it could, I would never teach anyone how to do that!" the therapist explained, causing Lorena to frantically shake her head.

"No no, I don't mean like that! I mean on myself! Doctor Patrick, I would like to have sex under hypnosis!"

For a moment, Janson didn't know how to respond. "W-What?" he asked. "Ma'am, what."

"Exactly that!" she said. "I would like for you to hypnotize me and fuck my brains back in!"

Janson was just too shocked at this point. "Look, I- I can't-"

But then...

She was hot. A latina beauty, dusky sun kissed skin, a well proportioned body - she was a surfer, he knew, she'd told him a few details of his life. Living in a beach city by the southeast coast had made Janson a bit used to the beauty of the locals, but Lorena was a cut above the rest for sure.

He swallowed as she crossed her arms below her considerable chest, and shook them slightly.

"Not in my office," he finally said, succumbing to the temptation. He quickly grabbed a paper and one of the pens from his labcoat chest pocket, and wrote down an address. "Here," he said, passing it to her. "Just... just go for now, alright? My hours end at six today."

And that was that. She giggled as she left, clearly anticipating, and Jan spent the rest of the day mentally preparing himself, as well as reviewing his notes on Lorena.

Nearly at eight, Lorena showed up at his house, still dressed lightly in the summer night. Janson swallowed as he allowed her in and led her to his sitting room, sitting her on a couch.

Shaking slightly in excitement, Janson sat on his armchair, in a passable facsimile of the usual setup you saw on TV, and took a deep breath, steeling himself.

This was not his first time working on Lorena Garcia, and as he hit a button on the remote controller for his sound system, it began playing a soft white noise, waves on the beach. A sound that relaxed and set her at ease.

Incense had been burned since earlier, a pleasant scent - the same he used at his clinic. Soft. Almost unnoticeable.

The lights were almost imperceptibly dimmed, as well. Just enough that she would notice, but not enough to notice she'd noticed.

Janson smiled as she began to relax, as he knew she would. 

"Your house is really nice, Doctor," Lorena admitted. "Nice knicknacks."

Gifts from some of the other patients, since quite a few of them traveled around the world, and Janson had helped enough that they wanted to return the favor. 

"Lorena, are you comfortable? Relaxed?" Janson asked. "I want you to picture yourself amidst the waves, relaxing on your board, you just took the biggest wave of the day... the gently swaying ocean rocks you about... it's a nice feeling, isn't it?"

She immersed herself in the mental image the doctor created for her, as he turned the volume on the wave noise up a little. "The sun warms you up and the cool water refreshes your skin, and you're moving back and forth, gently, slowly, back, and forth, and back, and forth... just let that feeling grow... let it come over your body... back, and forth..."

The woman relaxed and began to rock back and forth, as Janson continued to repeat the same words, leading her further and further into the trance that she willingly followed him through.

Soon enough, she was fully, completely and utterly relaxed, entering the state where her mind would neither think through nor analyze his suggestions and words, and instead would just act on the trust she had placed upon him.

"Lorena, you will not wake up from this trance until I tell you to wake up, no matter what happens, you will remain placid and calm, you will remain floating in your board, in that gently swaying ocean, relaxed and warm, and you will think only of that magnificent wave you rode..."

The command was repeated, twice more, until Janson was satisfied that Lorena had taken it in fully and completely.

Each patient had their own quirks and particularities, their own details and methods, and Lorena was no different, but her ability to go into such trances and relax so deeply and completely never ceased to amaze him. Sometimes he longed to be the one relaxed like so, but still...

He tested her awareness, snapping his fingers in front of her face for good measure, and smiled when she continued gently swaying from side to side.

With that said, he shook himself so as to get the jitters out, and undid his pants, letting them drop. He carefully put them away, swung over the armchair, and did the same with his shirt.

Next was Lorena, who wore only a tank top and short shorts, under which she wore a one piece swimsuit. Janson chuckled. She probably didn't even own that much underwear, that woman thought of nothing but the sea.

Licking his lips, the hypnotist pulled her swimsuit aside, revealing the glorious sight of her smooth, freshly shaven pussy. Someone was looking forward to this. More importantly, with her in a trance this deep... 

She was already wet. It seemed she wasn't lying when she said this was a fetish. Janson's finger pierced her lips easily, sliding between them, and her pussy welcomed it with ease. 

Not wasting time, he spread her legs and placed his dick at her entrance, unforgiving in his approach as he pushed in without much ado. She was tight, but pleasantly so. The tightness of an experienced and ready pussy, that could handle cock like a pro. 

Janson groaned, as he worked himself in and out, slowly, building up speed, as her overly wet cunt made some quite lewd sloppy, wet sounds. She didn't make a sound to show her arousal, still pleasantly swaying back and forth, but it was obvious her body was responding to his.

"You-" Janson's voice was a bit too laboured, as he thrusted, and so he had to actually catch himself, "you can start to feel it, feel the big wave building up, the anticipation, the heat of the sun all over your skin, building, rolling, churning," he instructed. "It's coming, you can feel it, the ocean is getting ready, it's coming for you, growing in the distance."

Speaking dispassionately worked best for her, but it seemed that she was in such a deep trance and distracted that it was working nevertheless, as she began to squirm a little, thinking of the wave incoming.

"You are like the ocean, your excitement builds and you're burning up inside, heated by the sun and churning deep within!"

Janson had to stop, for a moment, as his voice caught when a particularly sudden squeeze hit him and he nearly came. After he caught his breath and redoubled his determination, hitting a better angle by spreading his legs a little more, he continued.

"It's boiling, bubbling up from within, from the very bottom depths, and it's massive, it's huge, it's a wave like you've never seen before, the King of Waves, rising and rising and rising, higher and higher and higher, keep picturing it, as it takes you, as it sweeps you, as you ride it for all you're worth, reaching higher and higher until you're at the peak, and it's faster and faster and faster."

Janson panted as he himself found that his words quite accurately reflected his current state, as he continued pounding the woman who failed to respond. 

"It's sudden, and it's intant, and it's exploding, all at once, as the wave begins to come down and then speeds up even further, and it's coming, it's coming and so are you! Do like the wave, be like the wave, cum! Cum as hard as you can for the wave!"

Janson hilted himself, screaming his orgasm as he began filling her up, pouring his dick milk as he triggered her orgasm with hypnotic suggestion, both of them feeding into each other as the sexual intense feelings all crashed into her at once and her blank mind found itself defenseless against the tidal wave of pleasure that washed over it.

Not that Janson was much better off, as he squirmed in place as her cunny milked him for all he was worth, her womb greedily drinking his seed.

It was only minutes later that he finally found himself willing and able to pull out of the entranced woman, and with a sigh and a chuckle, he saw as his semen began to overflow from her cunt. Feeling cheeky, the hypnotist pulled her swimsuit back into place, and chuckled as a stain already began to spread.

Her clothes went on fairly easily. Entranced people were quite eager to help one manipulate them, so long as you were polite and someone they considered trustworthy, and Janson Patrick was exactly that for Lorena.

The trigger to wake her up was a simple one. 

"Rise and shine, Lorena," 

She blinked. "Hm... what was I doing?" she mused. "Oh, right, so, are we going to do it or what?"

Janson chuckled, waving his hand. "This requires some build up, you know, you can't just go straight to that, but we had a productive session."

Lorena pouted. "Ah, Doctor Patrick, could I use your bathroom?" she asked.

"Sure! Back and to the left," he instructed.

As soon as Lorena stood up, she wobbled on her feet and fell back down. "Oh dear, I don't know what's wrong with me, must've hit the waves a little too hard," she said. "My legs have no strength."

She once more got on his feet and hummed as she did.

There was a blush on his face as she took a few steps, and clearly began to feel something was off.

She turned to him and bit her lip. 

The doctor merely smiled.