Todos os capítulos de Dangerous Pleasures: Capítulo 3311 - Capítulo 3320

"You won't feel ashamed or embarrassed in any way. It will feel like a perfectly natural way to thank me for repairing your air conditioner," I said. "You will not remember any of this."I watched her hanging her head down with her eyes still closed."Now on the count of three and after I snap my fingers, you will awaken. One, you're slowly awakening while feeling relaxed and rested. Two, you're awakening a little more while thinking about how you'll thank me. And three," I said.She straightened up, opened her eyes, and smiled."Thank you, Brian. I'm so glad the system is still working," she said.She lifted her blouse to her naked breasts and up over her head. She sat before me topless. She stared down at her naked breasts before staring up at me."It was so hot without the air conditioning," she said with a grin.She cupped her breasts in her hands and lifted them as if offering me her big tits. Then, she ran slow hands across her nipples. Finally, she pinched them, pulled them, tu

I held my breath in anticipation as she looked hesitant at first. Then, she smiled at me as she slowly parted her knees and lifted the hem of her short skirt to her crotch to show me her white, sheer panties. As shocked as I was sexually excited, I couldn't believe my eyes, with her obeying my hypnotic suggestion, I had hypnotized her.In the way that I did at the café, I stared at her pussy mound. I stared at her camel toe. I stared at her pussy slit. I stared at all that I could see of her patch of trimmed, blonde, pubic hair through her sheer panties.Something that I'll never forget, Susan Jill Parker flashed me her panties while under my hypnotic suggestion. I stared at her sexy lingerie. I watched her spend the whole day being morally modest and especially careful not to unintentionally flash her bra and/or her panties to anyone. Now, she relaxed back while giving me a full upskirt view of what until now she's been trying not to show. With her not pulling down her skirt and clos

The first day that I was there, my brother introduced me to two of his friends, Chad, and Troy. Sounding too fabricated, no doubt, Chad and Troy weren't their real names but their gay names. Yet, they seemed friendly enough and not standoffish in the way that straight men are when meeting one another for the first time."Hi, pleased to meet you," I said shaking Chad's hand.He was young, my age, about 25-years-old. He had dyed, blonde hair, and big, blue eyes. A good-looking man, he was about 5'9" tall and slim. If I didn't know that he was gay, I'd be trying to fix him up with my sister.With me taller than my brother, Daniel, who was six feet, two inches tall, Chad gave me an approving eye while staring up at me and shaking my hand. Troy was about the same age and shorter than my brother and I, about 5'10" tall. He had black hair and brown eyes. He was as good-looking as his friend."Are you gay, too," asked Troy with a sexy laugh, no doubt, hoping that I was?Not an odd question fo

Without having to put a subtle hand to his shoulder or a gentle hand to the back of his head, with him already on his knees, Chad leaned forward and pulled down my briefs to my feet. Immediately, my cock sprang to life as if it was a sideways Jack in the Box. I stepped out of my underwear.As soon as he saw my giant cock sticking straight out, no doubt, before I changed my mind, he wrapped his hand around my naked, erect prick and slowly stroked me while staring up at me. I couldn't believe that I allowed a gay man to give me a hand job. Yet, I was so horny that I would have allowed my mother and/or my sister to give me a hand job if they were here. In shock, I stared down at him and watched him masturbate me.Actually, it felt good for him to masturbate me. I enjoyed him stroking my prick. Definitely, he was expert at giving a hand job. He gave me a better hand job than most women ever gave me a hand job.Hard for me to wrap my head around, something that I thought that I'd never do,

Glad that my kid brother remembered that I loved to dance, generous of him to do that, he gave me enough money each week to buy a couple of drinks at a bar. Fortunately, I wasn't much of a drinker. One beer to sip throughout the night was plenty enough for me. Especially when visiting a new and unfamiliar place, and surrounded by people that I didn't know, in case of trouble, not wanting to be a victim of a crime, it's better that I keep my wits about me.Besides, I preferred single, malt scotch when I could afford it, or French, red wine of a good vintage to beer. Yet, until the time when I can afford to buy my own drinks, I stuck to sipping one beer that lasted me the whole night. Moreover, with my brother not living in the safest of neighborhoods and with more people packing concealed handguns than anywhere in the country, I needed to stay aware and trust my survival instincts when walking home from the bar in downtown Austin, Texas late at night.Trying to fit in, I wore my cowboy