It's ten o'clock on Wednesday. You struggle to wrap your head around this damn project, but you're already suffering midweek burnout and are feeling really so fucking stupid. If only you could make a living just being a dumb bimbo. That'd pay the bills WITHOUT thinking too hard!
Suddenly a light knocking from your doorframe. It's your boyfriend, the self-proclaimed "hypnotist". A sexy stud, sure, but hypnosis? Bitch, please.
"May I come in?" He asks in that smooth, smooth voice that sends shivers down to your cooch. You nod before you can say anything.
He steps in and closes the door, locking it. You get alarmed. Your boss needs that door open! "My boss-" you begin.
"...Is barking at his secretary, whom thinks she's a cat," explains lackadaisically, "So weird, you know? But you say it happens every day."
That didn't seem quite right... until your memories are flooded with the usual happenstance that Mr. Jameson would bark at Allison, and she'd hop on the table and hiss in contempt. Doy. Typical office hijinks.
You return your gaze to your boyfriend when you see his tented groin. Happy as you are to see him, especially him horny, he'd have to wait. This project was due -ZIP!
You look up again and suddenly you see he unzipped his pants and dropped his underwear and there IT was...
God, it's so fucking beautiful.
You hear him chuckle. "Oh dear. Has my Hypnocock put you under a spell again? Gosh darn it. I should be more careful."
You nod dumbly, for no real reason. Your mind clouds in a fuzzy haze as everything fades into the aether... and suddenly all you can think about is servicing that wonderful Hypnocock!
He climbs on top of your desk, scattering papers. Your eyes never once leave his throbbing member. Once it's inches in front of you, it has you good, and you don't want it to let go.
You hear a knock but you can't be bothered to look away from Hypnocock. A muffled voice says "Hey! It's Ralph! I just wanted to see if you finished-"
"YOU WANT TO COME BACK LATER!" Your boyfriend's voice booms like a command from the gods on Olympus, unfathomably true and right. After a brief silence, Ralph mumbles, "I... want to... come back... later..." and then, silence.
"Now...where were we?" He asks, groping your freed breasts. That was kinda odd, because you were sure you were buttoned up moments ago, but the moment he touches them, the concern evaporates and you stopped giving a shit completely. A hand absent-mindedly slips into your skirt and slinks into your sopping-wet panties, where you lost all ability to remain poised.
"Hypnocock demands his worship," he says.
But of course! Almost as if you were so sorry for forgetting an anniversary, you lunge up to your one true master, Hypnocock! You kiss it passionately, desperate to please him. To the outside world, it may have looked more obscene than "a kiss", but goddammit, Hypnocock is deserving all this and more!
Hypnocock shows signs of appreciation. You are so proud! In no time, he gives you the greatest honor you have ever known! And that very gift triggered a powerful orgasm, as your cum-soaked mouth gasps for air.
"Good girl", someone says. As soon as you hear a "zip", it's as if a light clicked on. You look up at your boyfriend, who of course only stopped by to give you a good luck kiss for your big project!
"You're so sweet, baby. But I really gotta get back to work," you say, "please leave the door open on your way out."
He chuckles like he knows something, but you're too charmed to question it. As he leaves, and you calmly button your top back up, to the tune of Mr. Jameson barking down the hall.
Pfft. Typical office hijinks.
