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The Bachelorette party	By : ItwasMerlin Category: 1 through F > Bones Views: 38630 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N Hello everyone , so i decided to contiune this story if your not interested in mind control, hyonosis etc then just read it as a one shot and dont continue .
Before i get into explaining some things you should know , I do not have a beta , so do expect mistakes. While i try , perfect grammar is not something i specalise in.
I will admit , i know nothing about hypnosis so i just went with something easy , afterall this story is just a bit of fun . If you dont believe it etc im sorry theres better written stories around .
im open to suggestions on comments etc of what you would like to happen . And just for your information i hate Maddona haha its just random , youll understand when it gets to that point.
Also like to point you to my bio on this for information if you would like to suggest a story , anyhow hope you enjoy.

The Batchelorette party
Chapter two
Maddona is life Dr B
The Morning after….
Sweets hadn’t sleep, couldn’t in fact, not believing what he had done. At first he hadn’t felt guilt, his body to wired after experiencing the unbelievable pleasure of being inside Dr Brennan. His lust at the forefront of his mind , but as he lay awake between the covers of parkers bed , he eventually calmed down , realising what he had done… he had molested his friend and partners wife as she slept .
Thoughts entered his mind …. Would she realise somehow? Would she know, she was exceptionally smart after all ? Did I clean up all of my cum?
There was another feeling he was also dealing with though, a part of his brain telling him he wanted , no needed to have her again . Images of her large full breasts, her tight body and cunt flashed through his mind. His cock was rock hard almost the instant he had left her down stairs on the couch, after all he had wanted her sexually since they had met , and fucking her even unconscious had blown any sexual experience of his beforehand out of the water. His lust was increased at the taste of her pussy still in his mouth, the psychologist could of spent hours between her legs enjoying her essence.
Rolling over onto his side, he looked at the soccer shaped clock on the dresser side draw, seeing it was already seven in the morning, dread hit him at the thought of what would happen when he ran into Booth or Brennan.
Deciding he couldn’t sit there and wait, the man also needing to shower and begin getting ready for work. He climbed from his current bed, walking out of the room, only to stop in his tracks as he almost instantly walked into a hungover looking Dr Brennan. The anthropologist looked worse for wear, but as soon as her stunning eyes looked at him, he almost sighed in relief as there was no malice.
“Good Morning Sweets...” The hungover genius choked out, the effects of the night before obviously taking its toll. She was still dressed in her cow girl dress from the night before.
“So you have a good night?” Sweets asked, trying to act natural and keep calm.
“Yes... Angela... Alcohol... Bed”
Sweets had to admit, seeing Dr Brennan struggle to finish a sentence was in itself astonishing. He couldn’t imagine how much she had actually drunk. And when she merely walked past him, heading towards her room to obviously catch a few more hours in a more comfortable setting, a breath he didn’t realise he was holding was released . He couldn’t help it as he turned his head slightly, watching the unknowing woman he had fucked the night before walk to her bedroom.
With that he rushed to the shower, not being able to stop himself from releasing another load as he thought about the night before.
One month later….Sweets office.
Sweets didn’t think he could take it anymore, it had been a month since his encounter with Dr Brennan and it was nearly all he could think about. If he wasn’t working a case, he was thinking about her, even when he was working a case he was watching her out of the corner of his eye whenever she was in the room or crime scene.
His body needed her, hell he had even had a one night stand with daisy and all he could imagine was Dr Brennan bouncing on his cock.
He felt horrified that he had even contemplated drugging her just to experience it once more , but the only reason he had backed out was he knew she would eventually realise what was happening , after all she was to smart not to realise something like that.
It wasn’t long after the incident, he had also come across a case video of a psychologist much like him, who had been caught hypnotising woman he had in therapy to become his willing fuck buddies . The idiot only being caught out when someone stumbled across the video footage of his acts, along with a detailed instruction tape on how he was doing it. According to the police report, he had claimed he was doing it for a study. But Sweets had laughed the idea of that off, there was no way he could willingly get Dr Brennan to let him hypnotise her, she found therapy tedious enough as is, let alone him trying something like that.
But Sweets didn’t realise it was going to be his lucky day as a certain FBI agent suddenly knocked on his door.
“Come in.”
He watched as Seeley Booths large frame entered his office, his hands on his hips, walking towards the young psychologist.
“Hey Sweets you got a moment.”
“Of course Booth have a seat.” Sweets replied pointing towards the chair in front of his desk, waiting he watched as the agent sat down. “What can I do for you agent Booth?”
“Look its Bones.” Booth started, his right hand reaching inside his pockets as he pulled out his gamblers anonymous chip, fiddling with it between his fingers as he did. “She’s been having these nightmares, about Pelant, and what he said about there being another killer and she’s becoming obsessed. She’s not sleeping much, and when she’s not working a case, she’s looking into old case’s to see if she can find what Pelant had meant.”
Sweets nodded for the agent to continue.
“And I was just wondering, if maybe I could get her in here to talk it through with you, you could use some of your mind magic and help her out. She’s worrying me that with the lack of sleep she’ll burn herself out. I suggested sleeping pills, but she doesn’t believe in them apparently”
Sweets sighed, about to reply in the negative until an idea hit him like a ton of bricks.
“The only problem Booth, is Dr Brennan is incredibly strong willed, much like you , not to mention she can become borderline obsessive and stubborn when it comes to some cases . Therapy could take weeks to make a break through, and with Pelant being such a massive point in yours’s and hers relationship it could take even longer. And by then, she could have burnt herself out to the point she makes mistakes…. And while we all know Dr Brennan isn’t someone who makes many, it’s a risk in itself.”
Sweets knew some of that was crap, after all Dr B had become a lot more receptive and open that while a long shot, talking things through could help , maybe . He felt guilty about lying, but his thoughts where so consumed with lust at this point, he just couldn’t help it.
Booth growled in annoyance at the kid, even though he knew he had no right as it wasn’t his fault. But the woman he loved wasn’t doing well, he couldn’t help but worry.
“Thanks anyway.” Booth said, getting to his feet.
“Hold on Booth.” Sweets said holding his hand up to stop the agent from leaving. “There is something I can do that could maybe help, but getting Dr Brennan to agree would take effort on your part.”
Booth nodded for the younger man to continue, interested in what he had to say.
“In my earlier therapy sessions, before I joined the FBI.” Sweets began, the psychologist about to lie through his teeth. “I would sometimes use hypnosis on patients.”
“So you were a child magician.” Booth chided, not sure where Sweets was going. “How old were you in your early session’s, ten?”
Sweets gave a tight smile, ignoring the jibe, after all he couldn’t really be annoyed with Booth not after what he had done to his wife.
“Anyway. In my earlier sessions, I would use hypnosis to help some patients who wished to quit smoking, or needed help losing weight. I even cured one person’s sleep disorder.”
The sleep disorder comment made Booth perk up slightly, his wife couldn’t sleep, so surely, maybe as farfetched as it sounded this could help. Not to mention, he had no reason to believe Sweets line of thought was anything sinister.
“So you think it would work on Bones?”
“I can’t promise anything, but if you can get her to agree, and she’s open enough to try then maybe.” Sweets replied, quickly opening his diary. The younger man always having a few FBI regulated sessions in the morning before he would help Booth in the field. “You see if I can put her under, I can plant suggestions in her sub conscious that to work to her best ability, she needs a peaceful uninterrupted sleep.” Seeing he had a free morning appointment tomorrow he smiled. “I have a free slot nine till ten tomorrow morning, I won’t take anyone else on so the rest is up to you Booth.”
Worried about his wife, Booth agreed, it would be a hard task persuading her, but if it would help. With that he thanked Sweets and left the room.
Sweets couldn’t believe it, while a slim chance, he could may well have what he wanted. With that in mind, he went to his draw grabbing the case file of the hypno fucker Jonathon Simpson. He then went to his computer and accessed the evidence clips they had on him, and his instruction guide. After all he had to learn quickly, just in case something happened tomorrow.
It would be later that evening that Sweets received a text saying she would be there, he wasn’t sure how Booth had pulled it off , but the young ebony haired psychologist couldn’t wait . He knew it was wrong … but his lust for this woman was too much to bear.
Sweets office, the next morning…..
“While I believe this will be a waste of both our times, I don’t enjoy Booth worrying about me, so I have agreed to this charade.”
Sweets merely nodded, expecting nothing less from the brainy anthropologist who was currently sitting on the sofa in front of him, just ecstatic she was even there. The psychologist had spent all day yesterday, watching and re-watching Jonathon Simpson’s video clips. The man had it down to a t, but weather Sweets could pull it off was a different story. To make sure it was as close as possible, he had even gone into the evidence locker and Borrowed the pocket watch Jonathon Simpson had used on his victims.
Wheeling his leather desk chair so he was within arm’s length of the stunning woman, he tried ignoring the smell of her perfume, or the thoughts he had about taking her right now and decided to concentrate.
“Okay, let’s get started, I’m going to hold this watch in front of you and sway it side to side .” Sweets started, ignoring the sceptical look he was receiving from her piercing blue eyes as he held the pocket watch by the chain in front of her, slowly swaying it as he did... “Now I want you to relax, and let your mind go blank as you listen to my calm and soothing words.”
Noticing she wasn’t watching the watch swaying, instead giving him a look indicating annoyance he stopped.
“If you want, I can tell Booth you wouldn’t even try I mean……..”
Dr Brennan huffed, slightly uncharacteristic from her. “Fine, start Dr Sweets.”
Clearing his throat, Sweets then once more began swaying the watch In front of the anthropologist, happy to see her Blue eyes now going side to side with the movements.
“Listen to my voice” Sweets began, keeping his voice as soothing as possible. “You feel relaxed, you feel sated like nothing can disturb you. Your body and mind are one, you feel warmth spreading through your body as your brain slowly shuts down.”
He continued speaking soothing relaxation words just like Jonathon Simpson had said, keeping his voice at the same tone as his eyes curiously watched Dr Brennans for a good five minutes, until much to his surprise her eye movements started to slow. He kept it up, until just like Simpsons patients, her eyes went almost blank like no one was home.
Sweets couldn’t believe it as he gazed upon Dr Brennan … the world renowned anthropologist, the woman who hated phycology with a passion was sitting in a trance on the sofa opposite, after he had used hypnosis trying it for the first time in his life.
Sitting in a black blazer , tight black jeans, and her usual black boots, with her eyes vacant staring of into space, Sweets knew it was his chance to get what he craved so much ….. Dr Brennan’s sweet pussy. The guilt still panged in his chest from what he was planning on doing …. But he had obsessed over this so much, he couldn’t not take this opportunity. With that in mind he got to his feet, leaving his leather desk chair and stepped towards the out of it Brennan. Dropping to his knee in front of her the auburn haired woman, he marvelled at her stunning blue eyes that seemed almost lifeless at the moment.
Swallowing nervously, he knew he needed to test something out first to make sure she was really under. Thinking quickly, he came up with something he knew the normally head strong Brennan would never say. Making sure to remember to use her first name like Simpson had explained on the clip , apparently the subconscious responded better to it.
“Temperance, can you hear me?”
“.. Yes...” The doctor replied almost robotically. The tone of voice surprising him.
“Temperance, please repeat after me … I Temperance Brennan believe in god.”
“…. I Temperance Brennan believe in god.”
Sweets wanted to dance on the inside once he heard Dr Brennan repeat something she never would. It was something she was adamant about, even if Booth believed dearly, if he could get her to repeat that, the unbelievably stubborn Dr Brennan, he could only assume it had worked and she was under. Knowing he first had to tackle the real reason she was even here he began.
“Once I release you from this trance Temperance, you will sleep soundly at night having no more nightmares about Pelant. You’ll instead dream of happy things or things that make you feel good. Do you understand?” Sweets whispered, his voice firm.
“……… I understand…. Happy things” Brennan replied once more, her voice showing no emotion.
His heart raced as he moved to make his next commands. Hoping to god it worked and that nothing went wrong.
“Temperance, once I release you from this trance...” Sweets started, pausing slightly before continuing trying not to let his nerves get the better of him. “You will fall back into a trance just like this at the sound of my voice, and only my voice saying the word’s Madonna is life. Do you understand?”
“….. Yes...”
Sweets remembered watching the videos of the criminal Jonathon Simpson and his explanation to himself of how to perform his bullet proof hypno technique. He had been very pacific on the fact that the words used had to be ones people close wouldn’t utter , while the person under control shouldn’t reply to anyone else’s voice it was always best to make it as obscure as possible just in case . Knowing the people of the jefforsonian well, and booth, he couldn’t imagine anyone saying Madonna is life…. While Angela was close to music , pop wasn’t something she enjoyed.
“Once back in a trance, you will reply too two actions. At the snap of my fingers you will be released from the trance but will be a different version of Temperance Brennan. This one will be your normal personality but you will agree to anything I say and do anything I say, you will act with enthusiasm like my suggestions where something you had been waiting for all day. You’ll be happy to do anything I ask, and think I was your desired partner for these requests. You’ll will also welcome my touch, and feel very happy whenever I do touch you.
If at any point I snap my fingers twice in quick succession though , you will return back to your normal self , but you will remember nothing I commanded you to do , instead you will assume we merely chatted as friends and think nothing of the fact you can’t remember what we had even been talking about….Do you understand Temperance?”
“… I understand…” Dr Brennan uttered, her voice still an emotionless tone.
Sweets nervously ran his hand through his dark wavy hair, looking on at the stunning doctor in front of him. It was the moment of truth, and eyeing up the stunning, yet blunt doctor ….. Knowing the delights he had once sampled, knowing what was under her unrevealing clothes, he hoped more than anything it would work.
“Now when I count backwards from three Temperance, you’ll will awake and return to normal….. Three, two, one.”
Watching with hope, the psychologist eyed the anthropologist as her piercing blue eyes flickered. He eyed her as she came to from her trance, her face already contorting with her usual scepticism.
“So Dr Sweets, I can only hope this hasn’t been a waste of my time and yours.”
Typical blunt Dr Brennan.. Sweets thoughts to himself … god I can’t wait to bend you over and fuck you again… Sweets felt slightly nauseous as the guilt hit him once more due to his thoughts about a woman who was married to a friend, of thoughts of a woman he had technically raped once before and was planning more actions against her will. But he had come this far not to …..
“I was able to put you under … weather your subconscious will react well to my repeated messages about your nightmares I don’t know.”
“While some studies have shown hypnosis can work, I don’t trust this minor science.” Brennan replied her words once more blunt, looking down at her watch she noticed her allotted time with Sweets was nearly finished, expecting Booth any minute to come see how it went , She gave Sweets a sincere smile before moving to get up.
“I do want to thank you though Sweets for your time, Booth has been very worried about me and it has definitely eased that I have at least come and spoke to you. ”
Sweets smiled a tight smile, trying not to show just how guilty he felt as the anthropologist spoke. Knowing he needed to still test his commands he began to speak, only to be stopped by a knock at the door. He sighed inwardly knowing who it was, he would have to try to see if the hypnosis had worked another time.
“That will be Booth seeing how it went.” Brennan said, happy to see her husband of course but slightly annoyed by his over protectiveness. “Thank you again Sweets.”
“Of course anytime...” Sweets replied, slightly annoyed as he watched Brennan walk to the door, opening it to her husband and partner Booth.
Midday, FBI….
“Hey Booth” Sweets called as he walked into the FBI agents office. “I’m about to head out for some food at the diner, you want in?”
Looking up from his large stack of paper work, Booth shook his head.
“No Sweets, the director wants all this paper work finished within the next few hours so I’ll have to skip it or order something in.”
Sweets nodded. “I’ll probably head to the jeffersonian after quick, talk to them in person about the case see if they’ve made any progress.”
Really Sweets wanted an excuse to see Dr Brennan, wanting to see if his hypnosis session had worked, while he knew he couldn’t get her alone inside her place of work long enough to try anything , he could at least hope to put her in and out of a trance . But what Booth said next, gave him a golden opportunity for more.
“Do me a favour Sweets, go there first and try and coax Bones into going for some food with you. I’ve had to cancel because of the paper work, I know she won’t eat unless someone makes her.”
Sweets nodded, smiling on the inside as if Christmas had come early before walking out of Booths office and heading towards his vehicle. While he felt slight shame … the thought of what he could be doing within the hour seemed to cloud any of those thoughts.
The Jefforsonian…..
Striding through the halls of the large museum, Sweets entered the main area where the squints performed there magic. At first, he did what he always did and searched out for Angela or Cam for an update, usually Dr Brennan was also a good source but he knew he needed to actually find out about the case and not just if the woman in front of him responded to his hypno tricks. After talking to Angela about Molly May’s death, the case he and the team where currently working, he asked her where Dr Brennan was.
“She’s in the bone room going over everything, to be honest sweetie, I’ll be surprised if you can get her to budge. But Booth is right she needs to eat.”
Thanking the artist, Sweets walked towards the bone room, his nerves heightened at what he was about to attempt. The lanky, suited FBI psychologist tried to remain calm, nodding his head to anyone he recognised until he reached the outside of his destination.
Looking through the door, he saw his obsession hard at work, concentrating on a small bone of the victim’s. He admired her form, dressed in her blue lab coat, tight jeans and knee high boots with her white latex gloves, her auburn hair tied up in a ponytail.
She’s your friend, and best friend’s wife… A thought whispered in his head , but the images of Dr Brennan’s tight body , and how amazing it felt to fuck her wiped it from his mind.
Deciding it this was his best chance as she was alone, he strolled into the room acting as normal as he could.
Alerted to his presence, Dr Brennan looked up from her work, giving him a look with her blue eyes that indicated she knew why he was here ... well kind of.
“Hello Dr Sweets, if Booth has sent you in some form or capacity to try and get me to have something to eat he isn’t to worry, I have a sandwich in my desk witch will be more then officiant.”
“No he hasn’t said anything.” Sweets lied covering for Booth, after all, he owed him that much… and more. “I was just on my way to the diner and wondered if you wanted to come for a spot of lunch and talk about the case.”
The anthropologists face scrunched up in annoyance, knowing Sweets was lying.
“I don’t believe that Dr Sweets, I know Booth and his alpha male tendencies to well. Never the less, I have work to do, I can eat later.”
His heart beating a mile a minute, Sweets knew it was the time to see if his hypnosis had truly worked and weather the trigger words would bring about something he had been lusting over since he had met the woman.
“That’s fine Dr Brennan, by the way, you know ….” Sweets stalled looking at the piercing eyes of Temperance Brennan staring at him. “ … Madonna is life.”
Sweets watched in amazement as the stunning genius in front of him’s eyes glassed over, almost like she wasn’t there. Walking around the tranced woman, he eyed the door making sure no one was around before he leaned in close to her, breathing in her scent. Her perfume making him shiver, he knew he couldn’t let anyone come in to what was happening so with that he tried the next move, clicking his fingers once.
He watched as she practically blinked the trance away like nothing had happened before looking back at the FBI agent.
“Like I said I think you should come to the diner with me for something to eat, but well take your car if that’s okay.” Sweets said wasting no time, wanting to try and see if he could get her out of here and alone. The FBI also had a tracker on his car in case of emergencies, so it would be better for him if they used hers.
Dr Brennans blue eyes lit up at the statement. “Of course Dr Sweets, I’ve been hungry for a while and it’s probably best I grab something to eat.”
The anthropologist then removed her latex gloves before chucking them in the bin, she then turned her attention back to the man in the room.
“Let me go and get changed, just wait near the entrance for me.”
Its working Sweets whispered to himself in amazement as she walked from the room. She seemed so receptive to his suggestion, it was then he truly allowed himself to wonder how well the next part would go. Because if it went well, his dreams would soon be a reality.
With that he left to go wait at the entrance to the labs for the beautiful doctor.
Ten minutes later….
Out of the corner of his eye, Sweets watched as the now changed Dr Brennan who was back in the black blazer she wore earlier in his office started up her blue prius. Before beginning to head for the exit, pulling of onto the road that eventually led towards the diner.
Obviously not wanting that, Sweets had thought of the perfect spot on his way over here. A small patch of forest no one entered much anymore due to a murder that had taken place a few years back. It was eerie, he knew that, but both of their places where further away. And he couldn’t take the thought of anyone unwanted making an appearance.
So with that he suggested the place telling her it was the perfect area to discuss the case, dancing on the inside when she nodded in agreement.
A little while later….
Sweets still couldn’t believe it as Brennan drove him to a secluded forest in dc just from his command, like it was a natural thing for her. He turned to look at the brainy anthropologist as she parked the car, placing the handbrake on as she did. She then turned towards him, her blue eyes watching him.
“You said you wished to discuss the case Dr Sweets?”
Eyes quickly gazing around the car, Sweets gazed into the back seat before turning back towards Dr Brennan.
“We should discuss it in the back seat.” Sweets said, trying not to show his nerves. He couldn’t believe it when she nodded her head and opened the car door. He watched as she then slipped into the back of her car. Following her lead the psychologist exited the front car door before slipping into the back. Turning towards the Auburn haired beauty he eyed her chest….. Moment of truth Sweets thought to himself, knowing what he was about to start, truly started right now.
“So what insights did you want to share about Molly’s killer?” Brennan asked curiously unsure as to why Sweets seemed so nervous.
Here we go the gangly young ebony haired man thought as he nervously placed his hand on Brennans jean covered thigh. Looking up from his hand anxiously, he looked at her face, relief washing through him when she merely smiled at his movement. Slowly he began rubbing up and down the top of her leg, inching closer to her crotch.
“I thought you wanted...” Sweets began talking only to stop, swallowing trying to clear the lump in his throat, his hand still rubbing bones leg. Looking at her waiting face, he eyed her plump lips. “Before we spoke, didn’t you say you wanted to give me a relaxing blow job as you said I looked tense earlier?”
Sweets looked on as Brennan’s face turned from curiosity to the look of someone who had just remembered something of utmost importance.
“Of course Dr Sweets.” Brennan said her tone almost apologetic. “You did look very unrelaxed earlier, so of course the best case of action would be for me to perform oral sex on you. As one of your co-workers I need you at your best, and giving you an orgasm using my mouth would be the best solution.”
Sweets couldn’t believe it was working so well, as the blunt and formal Dr Brennan agreed as if she had actually suggested it just like he had made out.
He watched in anticipation as the married woman reached towards the belt on his trousers, unbuckling it with ease before pulling the belt away, dropping it to the floor of the backseat of her car.
“Relax back Dr Sweets.” The hypnotised Brennan whispered as she pushed lightly on Sweets chest. The gangly psychiatrist doing as told as he leaned back against the chair, his arms lying across the back of the car seats.
It had been one of Sweets fantasy’s ever since he had laid eyes on Dr Brennan to have those sweet looking lips around his cock …. And to believe it was about to happen was something he couldn’t imagine was possible. His mind barely registered the guilt he felt over what he was doing as the auburn haired beauty unclipped his trousers, leaning in from his side, before proceeding to unzip him. She then gripped both sides of his trousers, pulling them from under him, Sweets raising up slightly to let her. Leaving him in his loose pair of blue boxers that without waiting she pulled down as well, leaving his already semi hard cock out in the open as his bear ass hit the seats of her car.
Without waiting the hypnotised Brennan grabbed Sweets cock and slowly began to stroke it, causing Sweets to groan in delight at the feeling of Brennan’s hands wrapped around his hardening cock. He looked at the ring on her finger and for some reason it only made the situation hotter, his lust filled mind telling him it was real, and that she was a bored wife looking for excitement. It didn’t take long until his seven inch cock was rock hard in Brennan’s hands, causing the hypnotised anthropologist to turn and look at him, his cock still in her hand.
“You have a very nice penis Dr Sweets. It’s very arousing” She said in her own blunt style before her blue eyes gazed back down towards his throbbing cock. “I will enjoy performing oral sex on it, something I am very adept at.”
Sweets groaned lustfully at her words, but soon realised he had after all told her while hypnotised, that any actions she performed while under, that he would be her desired partner for said actions. Not thinking on it too long, he watched in anticipation as she leaned down until her mouth was millimetres away from his now throbbing cock.
He nearly spilled there and then when he felt her soft lips kiss the tip of his painful cock, it was made worse as she teasingly kissed down his prick, along the shaft all the way down to his balls. What happened next would forever be etched into his mind as her tongue slipped from her mouth as she licked slowly from the bottom of his cock right to the top, her wet tongue making him shiver in delight.
He was near speechless as his fantasy fuck’s full lips then wrapped around the head of his cock as the anthropologist took the first few inches of him into her warm, wet mouth. The pleasure heightened when he felt one of Brennans free hands grab his balls, massaging them slowly as her mouth engulfed more and more of his cock.
“Fuck.” Sweets whispered as the auburn haired genius began to bob her mouth up and down on his pole, her pace gradually growing. His breathing increased as she took inch after inch of his cock over and over, coating his hard member in her saliva.
With one of his free hands, he placed it on the back of her head, his fingers threading through her long soft hair as he applied slight pressure, speeding the movements of the hypnotised anthropologist’s wet mouth.
“Take me as deep as you can Dr Brennan.” Sweets groaned out as her heavenly mouth worked him over, still under his control , she did as she was told with enthusiasm as she come up his dick only to take it once more back into her mouth , this time , his body shook as she deep throated his dick completely .
My god she wasn’t lying when she said she was adept…. Sweets thought to himself as she continued to bob her head, deep throating his cock each time, taking his seven inches to the back of her throat. He listened in pure bliss as she slurped, gagged and sucked his cock hard like a professional as he received hands down the best blow job he ever had.
In a daze, his gazed over her body as she continued to pleasure him. Her suit covered body looked so edible, knowing what delights lay under them, he slowly reached his right hand over placing it on her back. Letting out a breath, he slowly slid his hand down her back, his palm running over the cotton of her black blazer, trailing to her jean covered ass. With the way she had her body, her legs where slightly bent inwards making her ass stick out seductively.
Still in slight shock he could even do it, Sweets placed his hand on her rump, marvelling at how good it felt in his hand. When he had fucked her the first time, he hadn’t got the best of views, after all he didn’t want to wake her from her drunken stupor, but now he didn’t have to worry as he grabbed and rubbed at the anthropologist’s bum, enjoying the feeling of the married woman he had become enamoured with.
It was as he was doing this, he could feel Brennan’s sweet mouth bringing him rapidly closer to exploding, it wasn’t surprising how quickly she was, given how much he had wanted this. Breathing heavy, he gazed down at the watch on his wrist, seeing they had enough time to do what he had wanted since he had first taken her, plus go and actually get something to eat to lower suspicion he regrettably knew he had to stop her before he blew his load too soon.
“Stop what you’re doing Temperance.” Sweets whispered breathlessly, he watched as the auburn haired beauty stopped, before dragging her sweet lips back up and off his cock, her mouth making a pop that made Sweets shiver with lust and want.
The hypnotised Dr Brennan, who was also slightly out of breath now as well, cocked her head slightly her blue eyes looking at the psychologist with expectation.
“What is it Dr Sweets?”
Sweets eyed her now swollen plump lips, his mind telling him to get them back around his dick but another part wanting something else. Looking her up and down, still slightly nervous even after what had happened, he made a suggestion.
“I think the best way actually that I could relax…” Sweets said, pausing slightly. “Is by having sex with you.”
He watched in anticipation, as slowly Brennans face went from a curious look to an almost devilish grin …. Something that was unbelievably sexy to the young man.
“That would be best Dr Sweets.” She replied, still grinning slightly. “You should know I am very adept at intercourse as well.”
Sweets bit his lip, his already hard cock jerking at her words. It had been amazing to fuck her unconscious …. He couldn’t imagine how good it would feel for her to fuck him, but willingly want to … well not willingly, but close enough. With that, he made his next move.
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