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As the explosions rumbled throughout the basement around her and her silhouette was outlined by the reflection of light off the screen, she was overcome with the desire to be filled, and used. Albeit, consciously this time… No use of trigger words or even a thought of the hypnosis impacting her decision at this moment. She sat on the couch between them and placed a hand on each of their legs and began to caress them. They both scooted closer, her husband to her left, and his friend to her right, each of them placing a hand on each of her breasts. She felt a rush of electricity throughout her body as she was being groped, fondled, squeezed, and pulled. She breathed deeply and sighed as she felt a tongue licking her right nipple, and it began to harden. She felt a hand moving up her right thigh as she instinctively spread her legs to give him access to her soaking wet pussy. 

With her tit in his mouth, he sucked and pulled gently as he slid one, then two fingers into her creamy hole. She gasped for air as her husband put his tongue in her mouth and kissed her deeply and passionately. She sighed and began to moan as she felt a third finger enter her and his thumb pressed up against her slippery clit. She arched her back and spread her legs further apart welcoming his fingers deeper inside her. She began to grind her pelvis against his hand in rhythm with him, as his fingers penetrated deeper inside her. 

Her husband stood up on the couch and placed his cock on her face. She breathed heavily as his friend punished her cunt while she licked the tip of her husband's dick. She tasted the precum dripping off him, and took him into her mouth. He moaned from ecstasy as his friend slid off the couch and positioned himself between Laura’s legs. He lifted and pulled her body towards the edge of the couch and shoved his tongue into her leaking pussy. She felt his tongue sliding over and around her clit, up and down her drenched labia, and slightly into the entry of her opening. He buried his face in her pussy and spent the next several minutes lapping up her juices as she flooded him and the couch with her excitement. She sucked and swallowed her husband’s cock, as though she had a craving for it and it could never be fulfilled. She felt the tip hit the back of her throat as she gagged, but she continued to shove it in as far as she possibly could. She sighed and moaned as her pussy was being eaten like the delicacy it was, and her body writhed with miniature waves of orgasmic joy as she edged toward the climax she desired. 

In unison, her husband grabbed her arms while his friend grabbed her ankles and they lowered her to the floor. Her husband barked at her:

“On all fours, slut.”

She complied, and moved to her hands and knees. Her husband grabbed her face and slid his dick back into her mouth. His friend positioned himself between her legs as she felt his long, hard, cock begin to slide into her from behind. She felt the tip slide through her opening, as her walls stretched to accommodate his width. She could feel it drag past her G-spot and slide down inside her until she felt his balls against her clit. She moaned on the cock in her mouth as she curled her toes and dug her fingers into the carpet below her. She felt the dick slide back out of her pussy and up against her clit, then he forcefully shoved it inside her, deep and hard. She bounced back and forth between their cocks, with her body enjoying every inch they gave her. Her husband slapped her ass as his friend buried his cock deep inside her. 

“Lick your pussy off his cock” her husband commanded… and she did as she was told. She turned around and took his friend's dick into her mouth. She could taste herself as well as his precum. It was sweet and slightly salty. He was longer than her husband and she couldn’t quite fit it all in her mouth, but she gave it her best attempt. She licked it from the bottom of his balls up to the tip, and slid it down inside her throat. She heard him moan and felt him twitch in her mouth. She could tell he wanted to cum. She saw her husband stroking himself while he watched her. She sucked more intently as she caressed his balls under her chin. As she could feel him begin to tense up she sat back and held up her tits for him.

“Cum on my tits. Stroke it and cum for me!” she exclaimed…

She watched as Shaun stroked his dick inches from her face, as he shot stream after stream of white, warm, sticky cum all over her chest. He grunted and moaned as his load soaked her body in the glow of the movie screen. She felt her husband shove her to the floor on her hands and knees again, as he pushed himself inside her dripping wet cunt. He slapped her ass and ordered her, “make me cum, slut” as she pushed back on his cock with every thrust forward. She reached under herself and began to rub her clit while he thrusted inside her. Within moments she felt her orgasm on the edge and within reach. 

“Oh god… yes, make me cum” she stated between gasps of air.

Her husband violently shoved his cock into her over and over as she rubbed her clit until she felt the lightning bolt throughout her body as she convulsed. She breathed harder and harder as she moaned louder and louder. As she moaned she felt the rush of warm cum fill her pussy as her husband unloaded inside her. She felt it fill her and begin to drip down onto her hand as she played with her clit. She was exasperated, yet exhilarated at the same time. She’d never willingly done anything like this. Who was she? Was this the freedom Dr Vance had talked about? Was this who she truly was? Taking what she not only needed, but wanted? She felt incredible, and loved having cum both on her and in her. She loved feeling used, but in control at the same time. She felt powerful to make men cum at her bidding. How would she use this new power?

To be continued…