“Oh, shut up.” Izumi fingers worked urgently, wetness dripping from her knuckles. With her mouth open wide, she leaned forward, unable to stop herself.
Karan groaned as she wrapped her lips around him as last. He was hot and firm, and she moaned as his cock throbbed on her tongue. The pressure in her core was building, squeezing around her fingers. He leaned forward, bracing himself on the back of the chair.
“Izumi,” he gasped in surprise as she angled her head to let him go deeper. “Oh fuck!” She braced her hand on his pelvis as he pushed eagerly into her throat. She struggled to relax her jaw, resisting the instinct to gag. “Fuck!” He thrust forward, unable to resist the urge to bury himself. She saw flares of color at the edge of her vision, and a warm gush around her fingers.
Finally, she pushed him away, choking as he pulled out. He staggered back against the wall, hand in a fist around the base of his cock. She sank back in the chair, gasping for breath. He stared, eyes wide, as she rubbed tight circles around her clit with one hand, still fingering herself with the other. She watched hungrily as he started slowly stroking the length of his shaft for her.
“I know that, uh,” he panted, struggling to control himself. “I know you want to win the bet. I know you think hypnosis is fake.” She shook her head, wanting him to stop talking. “But, come on. Just admit it! Admit that you’re absurdly turned on, and it’s because you were put in a trance by my cock.”
“Fuck me,” she groaned. “I’ve never seen a dude work so hard to avoid getting laid.”
“Laid?” His cock throbbed eagerly in his hand. “Izumi, look, I like you, and fucking hell do I want to go further, but you’re in a trance. It wouldn’t be right.”
“I’m not in a goddamn trance,” she growled. “I’m just horny, and I need a cock inside me, and you’re lucky enough to be here.”
“I don’t know,” he hesitated. “I don’t want to risk our friendship.”
“What’s risking our friendship is if you don’t bend me over this desk right now.”
Before he could answer, she got out of the chair and shoved everything on the desk to one side. Then she bent over the edge, and wiggled her ass at him.
“Oh fuck,” he mumbled, stepping up behind her. She shivered in anticipation as he rubbed the head of his cock between her lips. “Alright.” She laid her cheek on the cool surface and grabbed the far side of the desktop. They both moaned as he pushed inside, burying himself in one stroke.
She felt deliriously good as he filled her. It was like letting out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. The entire time she’d been watching his cock sway back and forth in front of her eyes, her body had been preparing for this moment.
He grabbed her hips as he started sliding in and out. Every motion sent a ripple of sensation along her spine, leaving her gasping in time with his thrusts. He groaned as she squeezed around him, desperate for more. Her body was crackling with lust. She couldn’t believe how good this felt.
Abandoning any efforts at control, he began moving more urgently. She bit her knuckle to keep from loudly crying out with every thrust. The smaller items on the desk moved rhythmically, inching closer and closer to the edge. A cup of pens clattered loudly to the floor. A desk lamp fell, hanging by the cord, swaying in time.
His cock seemed to swell, and she suddenly needed to shove a hand between her legs, clamping her fingers over her clit. Firm pressure helped to diffuse the nearly overwhelming sensation. She moaned, and reached lower, to brush against his shaft thrusting urgently into her. He was hard and hot and slick with her wetness.
He groaned, feeling her touch, and started fucking her even harder. His fingers dug painfully into her hips, and she did cry out then. Her body shook, spasming with pleasure, squeezing around his girth. With a gush, she came, dripping down her thighs and onto the floor.
“Izumi,” he panted, “I’m close. Where should I cum?”
Her cunt clenched excitedly at the thought of letting him finish inside. She moaned happily, knowing that her climax was pushing him closer to the edge. Still holding her clit with one hand, she lifted onto her other elbow to look back at him.
“Cum inside me,” she moaned.
“Oh fuck,” he gasped, eyes wide with surprise. “Are you sure–ah!–you don’t want me to cum on your tits?”
“Stop trying to prove you hypnotized me! I know what I want!” She rubbed her clit, building rapidly towards another orgasm. “Now, pull my hair and fucking cum in me!”
He reached forward, grabbed her hair in one hand, and pulled gently back, grunting with each thrust.
“Harder!” She groaned.
He tightened his grip, jerking her head back. Her mouth hung open, panting as he fucked her over the desk. Waves of pleasure radiated from her core, rippling around his cock.
“Cumming!” He blurted, as he slammed into her one last time, burying himself deep.
“Fuck! Yes!” She shuddered as she felt him twitching. “Oh my god!”
He let go of her hair and leaned against her, making a little surprised sound each time he throbbed inside her.
She moaned happily, finally feeling completely relaxed.
After some time, he softened and slipped out. She covered her pussy with her fingers, trying to keep his cum from leaking all over the floor. The pressure felt good.
He stumbled back and collapsed into the desk chair, trying to catch his breath.
She turned around, leaning on the desk with one hand between her legs, and smiled crookedly at him.
“Fucking hell, Karan, that was something.”
He laughed breathlessly and gave her a thumbs-up in agreement.
Still tingling with aftershocks of pleasure, she picked up a fallen box of tissues and started wiping up.
“Izumi,” he said, climbing to his feet, “that was incredible.” She nodded in agreement. “But seriously, I shouldn’t have let that get out of hand…”
“Are you still worried about the bet?” She laughed incredulously. “You lost, man! Your hypnosis didn’t do anything, just like I knew it wouldn’t.”
“No, seriously, I don’t think you…”
“Karan, forget it.” She stepped into her underwear. “Did you have a good time?”
“Well, yeah, but…” He watched her fasten her bra with concern in his eyes.
“So did I. I’ll make you a deal.” She pulled up her dress and turned around so he could zip her up. “Keep your money, but take me out to dinner soon.”
He nodded as she gave him a kiss on the cheek.
“And no more hypnosis talk, alright? It was a decent pickup line, but you can consider me ‘captivated’ already.”
She walked out feeling quite pleased with herself, leaving him looking awestruck.
Hypnosis! Ridiculous.
