Hannah Achieves Her Goals in Therapy
"See, sometimes it's all about the angle, sweetie," Rex said smoothly, taking Hannah by the shoulder before walking around her while he put enough pressure against her body to send her toppling over the arm of the couch. His other hand went swiftly and surely to the small of her back, making sure the whole descent went off without even a hint of discomfort, and somehow being manhandled into a supine position with her feet dangling a few inches off the floor sent Hannah so much deeper into trance that she barely even felt connected to her physical presence anymore. She was floating somewhere above everything, while her limp and dissociated form lay on the sofa like a broken dolly.
Rex clambered onto the sofa just behind her, murmuring, "I know you can take my whole cock so much easier if it has a straight path to go down your throat," and even though Hannah didn't remember that was even a goal for her it simply felt so much easier to agree. She was flopped out on her therapist's couch, naked and limp with her cunt throbbing in helpless arousal, and he seemed so confident in his assertions that her gossamer thoughts simply molded themselves around his conviction. Obviously she'd come to him for help in guzzling big hard dicks, and naturally he'd hypnotized her so she could relax her gag reflex and allow herself to be skullfucked, and when their initial efforts weren't quite working he'd decided to show her how to hang her head back in the perfect fleshlight pose. It all madeā¦ sense.
And once Rex cupped his hands around the back of Hannah's neck, putting his thumbs right on the little notch of her clavicle so he could hold her steady, she understood exactly what he meant. His prick slid in smoothly and effortlessly, pumping in and out of her mouth just like he was fucking a pussy while he gripped her firmly but not painfully to keep her in place. Hannah didn't know why she knew exactly what it felt like when her hypnotherapist fucked a pussy, anymore than she understood the emphasis on throat training, but that was only because she had increasing difficulty thinking of herself as a person at all and not just a masturbation aid for the older man. Hannah kept dropping deeper and deeper with every thrust, and that depth objectified her in the literal as well as figurative sense.
She was so deep by the time he finally shot his load down her throat that she didn't even remember swallowing. It was simply automatic, the action of a self-cleaning sex toy with nothing better to do than accept cocks in every hole, and Hannah didn't so much as flinch in surprise when she felt a second dick penetrating her from the other end while she waited for Rex to stiffen again in her mouth. She'd lost the ability to think about anything that was happening to her, mind fully absent and body reduced to a vacant, depersonalized object, and she didn't even try to lever her heavy eyes open to see who was fucking her.
It no longer mattered, Hannah finally realized, because she was serving her purpose, and Hannah's brain readily recontextualized all her earlier therapy as part of the effort to reach this exact goal. She was nothing more than a vessel for pleasure, a fleshlight for any cock that wanted to fill her, and whatever tiny remnant of her mind she had remaining fizzed in euphoric rapture as Rex's hips began to move again in slow, rolling thrusts that pushed his stiffening prick straight down her perfectly angled throat.
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