HypnoDad

After a minute or two of this, Alisha put her hand between her legs and lifted my cock up towards her slit. Then she sat down. I felt her warmth envelop me as she sank down all the way. I instinctively put my hands on her ass, feeling that young, smooth skin against my palms. I started to wake to the realization that my cock was actually inside my daughter. I swallowed nervously, still checking on my wife, but she still seemed to be sound asleep.

Alisha started grinding against me.

"Ohhh... Daddy, it feels so good..."

"Yes... so good..."

I could only agree. Her pussy was amazingly tight, even though she was so wet, she made herself slide up and down on my cock very easily. Butterflies flew wildly around in my stomach, and that gentle nervous tingling I had felt as she put her mouth on me had continued to grow. My arms, hands, legs... there was a strong tingling sensation everywhere, created by the risk of what we were doing.

"Oooohhh..." she kept moaning under her breath.

"Ssshh..." I hushed her, and she nodded, putting one hand over her mouth.

It suddenly occurred to me that this was her first time. This was the first time my daughter had felt a man's cock inside her. The tingling sensation grew even stronger. It was so intense, my cock started jolting and twitching inside her channel. I lay back and closed my eyes, unable to focus on anything other than the pleasure. My daughter kept fucking me, clearly enjoying the feeling of her father's cock.

The feeling was building inside me. I wasn't far away. I grew increasingly concerned as I felt myself unable to stop moaning out loud. My body made small, involuntary thrusts up against her - I just couldn't control myself. It was getting more and more difficult, keeping quiet. Alisha leaned forward, breathing heavily in my ear.

"You're gonna make me cum..." I whispered.

"So?"

"Slow... slower... I can't hold it..."

She raised herself up on her elbows and looked down at me for a second.

"Too bad." she said with a wicked smile and started gyrating her hips, grinding down at me. She made it impossible to hold back; her tight, slippery cunt massaged my whole shaft from head to root. Since she was on top of me, I couldn't pull out. I desperately tried to hold it, but I couldn't use force to stop her for fear of waking Ava. My wife was right next to us, so I couldn't very well start a wrestling match. I held my hand over my mouth and tried to avoid moaning too loudly. Alisha raised herself up, then arched her back and slid back and forth on top of me, rubbing her slippery pussy against my sensitive cock.

"Okay, you can cum now..." she whispered.

My head started spinning and I couldn't see clearly. A groan escaped my lips just before I pressed my hand hard against my mouth to muffle the noises. Powerful contractions spread through my nether regions and started shooting out everything I had between my daughter's legs.

I felt everything down there getting wet and slippery. My lower belly got covered in sticky cum. When the orgasm finally subsided, I looked down and saw my cock resting against my stomach, with Alisha sitting on it, her pussy still sliding back and forth against its underside. She was so wet, and the stimulation had been so intense, I hadn't even realized that my cock had slipped out of her before I came. Streams of cum had shot out onto my belly and now she was leaning forward, rubbing herself against me and smearing it out between us.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I realized that I hadn't deposited my load inside my teenage daughter. The very idea felt so wrong, it made my stomach tingle wildly. I didn't even know if she was on birth control. In any case, it was a moot point right now. I just felt relieved.

Most of all, I was also relieved that Ava hadn't heard us. I looked over to her side and she seemed to be sleeping soundly, just the way she was before my visitor arrived. Alisha eventually slid off me and sat on the floor. Just before leaving, she leaned over and whispered:

"Dad... don't shower. I want my juices to be on you."

Then she left, swaying her round hips seductively as she walked out the door. All night, my own semen mixed with my daughter's vaginal juices stayed smeared all over my skin.

Man, I was beginning to feel like I wasn't the boss in the relationship anymore. My daughter had just fucked me. Right next to my wife, despite my protests. At the end, she had given me permission to cum - that's how she had worded it. It seemed like she was determined to just do what she wanted whenever she wanted, whether I thought it was a good idea or not. Because she turned me on so much, I was unable to resist her. She was the one deciding things.

The following week was pretty much all work. I had lots of appointments, Ava was back in the air and Alisha had several big school projects coming up. For days, my mind was preoccupied with everyday issues and not really focused on anything sexual at all. Because Ali didn't mention anything either, it was as if life returned to normal for a while. She behaved like a normal eighteen year old girl, treating me like any girl treats her father. Anything we said to each other was just about practical things.

Then she changed it around again, like it was nothing.

"Mom's away this weekend, right?" she asked while I was going over some papers from the city council.

"Yeah. She's staying over in L.A., so..."

"Okay. So can we do it again?"

"Do... what?"

My mind was on other things, so when she asked me this, I was genuinely clueless.

"Sex, dummy! Can we have sex?"

My ears went hot with embarrassment and I instinctively looked around to see if anybody might have heard her, even though I knew that Ava was out shopping.

"Uuuh... I mean..."

"It was so good last time, so I want a more. I've just been so busy with this thing. But I want it soon. Okay? Good."

She left. Again, very abruptly. She just said those things as if they were the most natural things in the world, then she was off. Like her mother would do. With our busy lives, we would plan like that sometimes. I suppose I should have been happy she hadn't jumped me right there. Ava probably wouldn't have responded well to coming home from Walmart to see her daughter riding her father's cock.

I laughed at the absurdity of the idea. Shit, how did we even get to this point? I had never really found that out, had I... Maybe I should do another therapy session with Alisha and figure out where these ideas had all come from. Some ideas for questions started popping into my head and I wrote them down so I could use them later. I also got some ideas for other things...

That Friday, I felt more and more anxious as the time drew near. Sex with Alisha, that's what was coming, I realized that now. She had said that she wanted it, so I knew she was going to make it happen. I also realized that I wasn't going to stop her. It was too tempting. Even though it felt wrong to indulge these urges, I felt powerless to stop it from happening.

I made us dinner as usual. Ava packed her overnight bag - a small, black suitcase on wheels, the perfect size for short sleepovers. Part of me wished she wasn't going. It's that feeling you get when you're approaching the top of the roller coaster. My heart beat faster as I looked at the clock on the wall and saw that the hour of my wife's departure was approaching.

Ali, on the other hand, seemed completely relaxed. She just sat there at the table with us, eating and smiling as if everything was normal. I couldn't help but wonder what was going on in her head. Was it the same as in mine? Was she too looking forward to this evening with a mixture of anticipation and dread? When Ava eventually got ready to leave for the night, I was a nervous wreck, like a teenager who was going on his first date.

I followed Ava out into the hall to see her off. As she was leaving, she gave me a long, intimate kiss and rubbed herself up against me - just the way she knew turns me on.

"I hope you're going to be all right here without me all weekend...?" she whispered, giving my cock a light squeeze as she turned around to leave.

"I was going to say something about enjoying the sight of your leaving, but it's getting a bit old, isn't it. I'll have to come up with something new to compliment your ass soon."

"Well, you have all weekend to think about it. Hey, Ali! Take care of your father for me, all right?"

Alisha appeared behind me and waved goodbye to her mother.

"Yes, Mom, I'll take really good care of Daddy."

I looked back and saw her winking at me. I swallowed nervously as she disappeared into the living room. Ava went out the door and proceeded over to the waiting taxi, and we waved our goodbyes before she sped off. I was left there with my daughter. My sex-crazed, overconfident teenage daughter.

Where'd she go? As I locked the door behind me, I couldn't hear anything. It was completely quiet, except for the ticking of the clock on the wall. Did she go upstairs?

"Ali, did you want to do a session tonight?" I called out. "I thought of a few..."

I was interrupted by the sight of Alisha standing by the stairs. Completely naked. Her beautiful teenage body, a vision to behold; her amazingly firm medium-sized breasts, her round hips, her shaved mound... all of her on display, right there in full frontal view. I was speechless.

"My room."

She turned around and gave me an amazing view of her ass as she walked up the stairs. I thought she had run out of ways to surprise me - clearly, I was mistaken.

We headed up to her room and she lay down on her bed as usual. I sat myself down on the chair next to her, struggling to focus on the process of bringing her into a state of trance. It usually took about ten minutes, maybe fifteen. This time, I was so distracted at the sight of her naked body lying there on the bed, that it took at least half an hour before I felt sure that she was completely under.

As usual, I started with some basic questions and therapeutic statements, getting her to open herself up. Eventually, though, I felt confident enough to dig a bit deeper.

"So, Ali..."

"Yeah..."

"You've been doing some new things lately."

"Yeah."

"Things that you like."

"Yeah. I like them."

"That's good..." I said, knowing that while this kind of encouragement was working in the direction of boosting her self-esteem, it also drove her closer to doing more and more of it.

"Yeah, it's really good."

"What made you want to have sex?"

"It's exciting. Makes me tingle."

"Why did you want to have sex with your dad?"

"More tingle. Yeah. Tingle..."

I wasn't sure what she meant, but it sounded familiar. Could she be talking about the same feeling I was feeling? That nervous tingling that started in the stomach and spread out everywhere whenever I thought about how wrong it was of me to have sex with my daughter? I was still distracted by the sight of her nakedness - her breasts stood up like two mounds on top of a hill as her chest rose and fell when she breathed. She just lay there, looking so pure and angelic, yet I knew that underneath, there was more to it.

I kept probing away, but I wasn't able to get much more out of her. There was a limit to her responses while she was hypnotized; they were short and to the point, as if they should be self-explanatory. They probably were, in her mind. To an outsider, such responses don't always make a whole lot of sense. I decided to be more direct, and to see if she could remember specifics.

"What made you decide to give your father a blowjob?"

"I wanted it. Mom gets it. I wanted it too, so I did it."

"You just wanted it?"

"Yeah. I can get what I want. Do what I want."

"Dad told you that?"

"Yeah. I wanna suck him off... so I do it."

"Why do you want to?"

"I like the taste."

"The taste?"

"Yeah... and when he moans."

"Mhm..?"

"Moans for me, yeah."

"He moans for you?"

"Yah, I'm doing it. I make him moan."

"Uh-huh..."

"Then he cums for me. I make him. Then I tingle."

"Right..."

At this point, I was hard as a rock. My horny brain had a million things on its 'to do'-list, but I stuck to the things I had planned earlier. My hand reached out and started stroking her naked skin, touching her while I kept talking.

"Does it tingle here?" I asked, stroking her stomach.

"Yeah."

"And here, in your chest...?"

"Yeah, tingles..."

I kept stroking her velvet skin all the way up to her neck, then moved down her arms and touched her all the way down to her fingertips. As it turned out, she was tingling everywhere. I kept going.

"You feel a soft touch slide down your belly... it's exciting and makes you feel warm inside... Now down your thighs... down the inside of your knees... slowly down to your feet... You feel it tingling and it feels nice and warm..."

"Mmmmm..."

"You feel your father's hands touching you..."

"Yes..."

"... and it makes you feel warm, relaxed and comfortable..."

"Mhm... more... want more..."

"You want more?"

"Yeah. Cock. I want..."

"You want cock?"

"Yeah. Dad's."

"Mhm.... and where do you want your father's cock right now?"

"In my mouth, duh. Yeah. I want it in my mouth."

She had her mouth open, breathing deeply, her tongue licking her lips. I didn't think any more about it, I just stood up and pulled down my pants. At this point, there was a wet spot in my boxers.

I leaned over and positioned my cock right beside her head.

"Can you see his cock next to you? If you turn your head, you can find..."

She turned her head quickly and sucked me in before I could finish the sentence. I moaned immediately. The sensation of her wet mouth was just so beyond anything else, and the sight of my daughter lying there with my cock in her mouth made shivers go down my spine.

"Ohh.... that feels good..."

"Mmmmhhh..."

"You feel his cock throbbing in your mouth..."

"Mh..."

"It turns you on, doesn't it..."

"Mhm!"

She moved her head back and forth, sliding her mouth onto my shaft. The only problem was the weird position I was standing in. It wasn't perfect for Ali either; lying on her back with her head turned to the side wasn't a great way to do this. Also, I really ... really wanted to fuck her again. Torn between my desire to penetrate her and to let her keep using her mouth on me, I eventually forced myself to step away.

"UUH!" Alisha protested.

"You feel calm and relaxed..."

I kept my hand on her head and managed to calm her.

"Uh..."

"You feel confident that you can get what you want..."

"Uh-huh..."

"You want to feel your father's cock inside you..."

"Yeah, I want it. In my pussy."

"You can feel it's about to happen, and you feel your body relax, preparing for it."

"Yeah..."

I took off all my clothes and lay down on top of her while I kept giving her these little sentences that backed up what she already wanted. It worked amazingly well. She could be steered. As I moved on top of her, she readily spread her legs for me, opening up and welcoming her lover. I kept stroking her breasts, kissing her soft skin as I moved into position.

"You feel it touching your pussy, getting ready to slide its way inside you..."

"Yeah..."

"You feel good about it..."

"Yeah. So good."

Her voice was whisper, almost shivering, but still calm. I could feel the tip of my cock touching her opening now. She was dripping wet, overflowing with juices, moistening anything that came into contact with her delicate flower.

"It pushes inside you..." I whispered, my own voice now also beginning to shiver as the feeling overpowered me.

"Yes, yes..." she whispered back.

"You feel it filling you up..."

"Mhm... mhm..."

"How does it make you feel?"

"Tingly... it tingles... my stomach tingles..."

I sank all the way into her and felt her arms and legs wrap around me. Her tight, slippery channel clenched around my shaft and massaged it all the way from its base to the sensitive head. I couldn't help but moan with pleasure, thrusting involuntarily into her like any man would when they're inside an amazing woman like this. I felt her breath in my ear, her whimpers making my stomach churn in a wave of excitement. There was just something about this that felt so wrong ... so bad... that it came all the way back around to feel good.

"Now..." I moaned, having to take a new breath after just a few words. "I am going to... count down... from ten..."

"Uhhh..."

"When I reach zero... oh... you will... wake up and feel... excited and... full of desire..."

"Yeah..."

"Ten... You feel really good... about getting fucked... like this... Nine... you feel like... you've accomplished... your goal... Eight... you feel like... you can do anything... Seven... Oh my God, Alisha, you're so... fucking tight..."

I lifted her legs up and bent them backwards, folding her over so that her feet were almost above her head. She was so flexible, this didn't seem like a problem at all; she just bent to my will and let me do what I wanted. In this position, I could easily penetrate her all the way, bottoming out and pushing myself against her insides. It made me feel like I was huge.

"Six... you just... love getting fucked... by your father... don't you...?"

"Yes, Daddy..."

"Five... you feel that ... that tingling sensation you've been longing for ... spread all over..."

"Huhhh...."

"Four... you feel like... saying it out loud... how much you like it..."

"Yes, Daddy.... I love it... I love your cock... inside me..."

"Three... you want your dad... to fuck you all the time..."

"Yes, fuck me, Daddy... fuck me, fuck me..."

"Two... you feel yourself... getting an orgasm... it's coming... closer and closer..."

"Uh! Uhh!"

"One... you're about to cum!"

"Yes... yes!"

"Zero..."

Alisha opened her eyes. For a moment, there was an expression of surprise on her face as her eyes flickered around as if taking in the situation. Then, her whole body shuddered. Because I had her pinned down, she couldn't move, but I could feel her pussy clenching and spasming as she came.

"OOOHH!"

"That's it... cum for me..." I growled, trying to keep her held down while staying embedded in her.

"Oh! Oh!" she kept crying out, her legs twitching and jerking around in the air above her head.

A few seconds later, she seemed to shake out of it, blinking her eyes to focus. Eventually, she looked up at me, staring me directly in the eyes, still with that surprised look on her face. It almost had me worried me for a second, but then her face changed to a beaming smile.

"Oh, Dad, I didn't know it could work like this... This is amazing! Fuck me! More! Moooore!"

So I did. I let my desire take over completely, using my daughter's body for my pleasure. My arms were over the back of her knees, holding her locked in that bent-backwards position, completely open for penetration. I held myself in a straight position on top, my weight placed entirely on my feet and arms so that I could use my body weight to pound her every time I thrust downwards. Alisha cried out in pain every time I thrust into the bottom of her. We bounced on the mattress, up and down with every stroke.

Her face was so beautiful. Pearls of sweat all over her skin, a shade of red spreading across her cheeks... She had an expression of both pleasure and pain, both shock and surprise, but also determination, like she wanted to continue. There was a wrinkle between her eyes, giving her a strained expression, but her moans told me to keep going. She also kept clawing at my back, pulling me close, breathing heavily.

"Urrrghghh God, fuck, Ali, you're so fucking good...!" I groaned in between my own noises of pleasure.