Saturday Mornings

z119z

© by the author 2011

“My cock is sliding slowly across your face as you nip and lick at it. 30 minutes. Good Boy.”

The email was waiting for me when I logged on this morning to my Hotmail account. The header read “Cum for me.” For almost three years, I have received a message with that header every Saturday morning. The Hypnotist sends it late Friday night, and I always read it first thing Saturday morning. I get up early just to play the scene he describes. Every Saturday I live a different scene, the scene described in his email. Every Saturday I cum for him at the end of the time specified.

Upon receiving his message this morning, I found myself lying prone on a bed face up. He was on his knees behind me. The head of his cock slid slowly across my forehead. The tip was wet, and he used it to draw a line down the center. His cock continued down the ridge of my nose, filling my sight. His cock is so beautiful. It is perfectly shaped, a large bulbous head, long throbbing veins running the entire length. An even width from top to bottom, the head flared where it joins the shaft.

I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out. He touched it with the tip of his cock and ran it lightly over the surface. I curved my tongue around his cock, bending my head back so that I could take it into my mouth. He raised himself up and bent over me. His balls settled across my nose and covered my eyes. They felt so cool, a gentle pressure on my eyelids. They felt so hot, moist and full.

I closed my lips around his cock and slowly sucked it into my mouth. So very slowly. I wanted to feel each part of it as it entered me. Each throbbing vein. Each bump. Each curve. I could feel the head travel into me as I closed my cheeks around it, past my tongue and then down into my throat. He pressed his groin hard against my face and thrust his cock deeper into me. The hair on his pubes ground into my face. His cock filled me.

He slowly withdrew until his cock was poised above my open mouth. He rubbed it over my face, letting me lick it from time to time. It was hard, so hard. Sometimes he pressed it into me, as if he were trying to push into my cheek. He rubbed it over my eyelids, over my nose. I moaned and begged him to let me suck him again. “Later,” he said. “Just lie still for now and lick it.”

I licked it from top to bottom, on all sides. I licked the piss slit. I licked the shaft. I licked the base. I licked under the flange. I licked for half an hour. His cock glistened. It was so hard. It was so beautiful. It was my world at that moment, my entire universe.

At the end of the half hour, I came spontaneously. I did not touch myself or stroke myself. When the time expired, the cum spurted out of me.

I awoke from the trance and found myself sitting in front of my computer. My cum had seeped through the black jock strap I wore. It shone white against the black fabric. The computer was in the sleep mode. When I rebooted, his email message still occupied the screen. I wrote him a message describing the hallucination I had experienced at his command.

I do not know his name. I know nothing about him. I have named him “The Hypnotist” for want of anything else to call him. Several years ago he posted a file on Warp My Mind. It was a simple induction but a very effective one. At least it was effective for me. I wrote him and thanked him for making the file. He asked me if I would like to test his next file and provide feedback. I was flattered that he asked and happy to oblige. File after file followed. At some point, I crossed a boundary, and he was able to program me as he wished.

For me the trances that he triggers with his weekly email messages lead to vivid hallucinations. When I experience them, I do not know that they are hallucinations. They are real while I am living them. It is only after I awake at the end of the time specified that I realize that I have been in his reality again. Each message works only once. I have to wait until the next Saturday for his next email.

Some of the messages include pictures. The previous Saturday, for example, the text read, “Your new skin. One hour. Good Boy.” Attached to the message was a picture of a man wearing a shiny skin-tight suit made of black latex. Other than open holes around the eyes, allowing the man to see, his entire body was encased in the suit. A dildo made of the same material as the hood protruded from the area of the mouth.

The instant I saw the picture, I was in the black suit. I stood before a mirror. Except for the eyes, my entire body was covered. But it wasn’t a suit--my skin had become black latex. Extending out from my face was a black dildo, except that it wasn’t really a dildo. A cock, a fully operational cock, was growing from the area of my mouth. It, too, was black and shiny as if the flesh were latex. Reflected on its surface were images of all the lights in the room. I touched it. I felt my fingers on it. It was as sensitive as the cock attached to my groin. I stroked it gently, letting my fingers glide over the smooth shiny surface. It grew even harder and longer. I knew that I could experience an orgasm through it. Cum would shoot from it. Another cock extended from my groin.

There was another man in the room. He knelt on all fours on a table. Lithe, athletic, each muscle hard and defined. Like me, his skin was shiny black latex. I walked around him, letting him see me from all sides. He moaned with desire. “Please,” he whispered. I approached him. He opened his mouth and wet his lips with his tongue. I stood before him. He licked my groin cock and stroked my balls. I let him enjoy it in its soft state for a few minutes. My cock and balls shone with his spit as he licked and tongued me. His breath came in pants as he struggled to satisfy his lust for me. I let my groin cock grow hard and long. His lips closed around it and he sucked it deep into his throat. A steady moan rose from deep within his body.

I leaned forward over his back and slid my fingers up and down his latex ass crack. He lifted his ass so that I could reach it more easily. Each time I slid my hand up and down, I pushed my fingers deeper into the crack. His glutes closed tightly about them, but sweat or lube—I don’t know which, perhaps both—allowed my fingers to glide between them. When I finally penetrated deep enough to touch his anus, he cried out. I shoved my groin cock further into his throat. I pushed the tip of one finger into his asshole, gently massaging it and opening it. He sucked even harder. Gradually I penetrated him with my finger, one finger, and then two and then three. His ass was so tight.

I pulled my groin cock from his mouth and turned him around. I dug my fingers into his ass cheeks and pulled them apart. His latex skin dimpled. I lay down on the table between his legs so that my mouth cock was positioned below his asshole. I rubbed his hole with the tip of my cock. It felt electric. I could see the tip of my mouth cock as it pushed against his hole. Black latex against black latex, the lights reflected along its entire length.

I thrust my mouth cock into him slowly, savoring every inch as it glided into him. The ring of his sphincter muscles closed tightly about my cock. The sensation was glorious and overpowering. He leaned forward and took my groin cock into his mouth, so that I was penetrating him with both of my cocks. When he leaned forward to take my groin cock deeper into his throat, my mouth cock would be pulled out of his ass. When he leaned back to take my mouth cock deeper into his ass, my groin cock would be pulled from his mouth.

Back and forth, wave after wave of pleasure emanating from my groin and mouth cocks. I lay back and relaxed. He would exert himself to pleasure me. I need do nothing but enjoy his talents. His ass quivered as I thrust my mouth cock into him. In and out, deeper and deeper. Harder and harder. Longer and longer. More and more aroused. My body shimmering and vibrating with pleasure, being sucked and fucking simultaneously. The excitement building within me, every cell on fire with sexual pleasure. Nothing but sublime pleasure. Both cocks held tightly within his body. Rigid. Taut. Mindless.

I came. Thick jets of cum spurting into his mouth and ass over and over.

The hour ended, and I found myself seated before my computer. Cum oozed through the black jock strap I wore, white against the black. I was back in my own skin. I typed out my report to The Hypnotist and sent it.

Saturday is my favorite day of the week. I look forward to it all week long. I no longer look elsewhere for sex. Nothing could possibly match the pleasures The Hypnotist gives me with his emails.

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