“Are you sure about that?” Karan raised an eyebrow.
“Absolutely sure. I’m wide awake and in full control.” Izumi resolved not to let him see how distracted she was. He’d try to claim it was the hypnosis, but it was only natural to want to look. How often did you get to see a coworker nude, let alone with their rather appealing erection swaying in front of your face? No one could blame her for being curious.
“Back and forth. You’re becoming entranced.” His voice dropped back into that practiced rhythm. “Back and forth.”
She squeezed her legs together and tried to focus on the bet. If she proved him wrong, she’d get a hundred bucks to put towards those new shoes she wanted. All she had to do was concentrate, and stop getting distracted by the thought of running her tongue up his shaft like a popsicle.
“Follow the movement. Back and forth. You feel deeply relaxed.”
Fuck, what was she doing? This was inappropriate! She shouldn’t be salivating over Karan’s dick like this. No matter how enticing it looked, or how good it would feel to touch…
“You’re getting very aroused.”
“What?” She looked up at him, blushing furiously. “How did you… I mean, no I’m not!”
“You haven’t been watching the coin at all.”
“Well, I, just,” she gestured at his cock. “It’s distracting!”
“I can see that. Your nipples are hard.”
“That doesn’t mean anything!” She protested, resisting the suddenly overwhelming urge to squeeze her breasts.
“And you’re squirming.”
“I am?” Shit. She hadn’t realized quite how obvious she was being. Now that she considered it, that familiar heat between her thighs had been building for some time.
“It’s okay,” Karan reassured her. “Obviously, I’m turned on, too. I’ve been trying not to take advantage of your hypnotized state, but, uh, it’s difficult when you lick your lips and lean closer like that.”
She hadn’t realized how far forward she was bending. With some effort, she forced herself to lean back in the chair.
“Look, forget about the coin,” he said, dropping it on the floor. “Hypnosis works with any focal point. And you’ve been fixated on my cock ever since we got undressed.”
“What? No, dude. I didn’t get hypnotized by your dick. Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Hey, it’s perfectly natural! You wanted to win the bet so bad, you slipped into a state of hyper-focus.” His cock twitched. “And now you can’t stop staring.”
“I can stop!” She wrenched her eyes away, and triumphantly stuck her tongue out at him. “See? Just admit that you never hypnotized me.”
“I can’t do that. You’re definitely in a trance. Look at you, with your tongue out, leaning forward again without realizing it. It’s obvious that you’re thinking about wrapping your lips around me.”
“I’m not!” She absolutely was. She wanted to lick up that little bead of precum that had appeared at the tip. To swirl her tongue around his head, and swallow him. With some difficulty, she closed her mouth and pulled away.
“Do you even realize you’ve got a hand between your legs? Do you know how long you’ve been playing with yourself?”
“I didn’t,” she protested, “I wasn’t…” But it was true. Without even realizing she was doing it, her fingers had begun caressing her lips. She was sensitive, hungry for stimulation, and slick with excitement.
“Are you wet?”
“No! I mean, fuck, yes,” she swore as she slipped a finger inside, “but this is stupid. Hypnosis is bullshit. I’m probably just ovulating, is all. I always get horny this time of the month, and you were swinging your cock in front of my face. Of course I got turned on! If we hadn’t picked such a warm office, and started undressing, nothing would have happened.”
“I have to tell you,” he said with some reluctance, “it’s not actually very warm in here. That was part of the hypnosis. I didn’t expect it to go this far.”
“That’s ridiculous. It’s like a sauna in here. The thermostat must be broken.”
“Izumi, I’m sorry that I’m such a gifted hypnotist.” He wrapped his hand around his shaft and started stroking. “I’m trying to do the right thing, but it’s hard with you touching yourself like that.”
“Gifted, my ass,” she groaned, squeezing her breast. “You got swindled with a fake hypnosis class, and spent thirty minutes waving that stupid coin in front of me.” Unable to stop herself, she added another finger, curling inward.
“How can you be so sure?” He gasped, flicking his thumb over his head. “Look at you spreading your legs so I can see you fingering yourself. You can’t help it. You got hypnotized by my cock, and now you’re uncontrollably aroused.”
“Nooo,” she protested, “I’m not! I just–Fuck, I’m so wet–It’s not hypnosis, it’s just dumb luck. Right place, right time. If it wasn’t you, I’d have gone home early, and I’d be rubbing one out in bed right now.”
“I don’t believe you,” he panted, stepping closer, masturbating directly in front of her face.
“I don’t care,” she moaned. “I just… Oh fuck, I just need…”
“If you’re not hypnotized,” he shivered, feeling her hot breath on his skin, “then why are you opening your mouth for me?”
“Oh, shut up.” Her fingers worked urgently, wetness dripping from her knuckles. With her mouth open wide, she leaned forward, unable to stop herself.
