A friendly visit

Chapter 4: More Friends – The Hypnotist’s Orgy Unfolds

Sure enough, an hour later, the doorbell rang—and Justin’s friends started arriving. There was Lisa (18), dressed in a full latex catsuit that left nothing to the imagination—her nipples hard through the thin material, her pussy lips visible through the crotch slit. Then there was Jenny (also 18), clad in a rubber schoolgirl outfit: short skirt, tight sweater vest, knee-high socks, and a lacy collar around her neck labeled “PROPERTY OF JUSTIN.” Even Jake, Justin’s usually straight-laced best friend, had been transformed—though not into a woman. Instead, he wore a suit of latex so tight it squeezed every muscle, his cock straining against the fabric as he stared at Justin with hungry eyes (but no—Justin wasn’t queer; Jake was just another tool for the hypnotist to make Justin feel powerful).

The women didn’t hesitate once they saw Lisa and Jenny. Amanda and Beth pulled them into a hug (“Like, finally! We were getting bored waiting for you”), while his mom whispered in French: “Mes nouvelles chéries… come here and show our Justin how much you want him.” Within minutes, the table was cleared (food forgotten again), and all three women—Amanda, Beth, Lisa—surrounded Justin, each vying for a piece of his cock.

Lisa went down first, taking Justin’s throbbing shaft into her mouth with the same eagerness as Amanda had earlier. Jenny climbed onto his lap, straddling him like Beth had done before, and began rubbing her pussy against his chest—her latex skirt squeaking loudly as she moved (the sound turned Justin on even more). His mom knelt beside Lisa, taking hold of Justin’s balls and massaging them gently while cooing: “Suck deeper, chérie… he loves that.”

Jake, for his part, had wandered over to Beth—kneeling between her legs and began licking her pussy. Beth moaned loudly:“Like, yes! Lick my slit, Jakey… make me cum before daddy does!” And Jake obeyed—his tongue swirling around Beth’s clit as she ground against his face, her fingers tangling in his hair.

The room was a chaos of bodies and latex: Amanda deep throating Justin while Lisa sucked on his balls; Jenny riding him like a rodeo clown (her pussy lips sliding over Justin’s chest hairs); Beth being eaten out by Jake; and his mom watching it all, her French accent thick as she praised everyone:“Mon dieu… you’re all so good. So eager to please our petit Justin.”

At one point, Lisa pulled back from sucking Justin’s cock—spit dribbling down her chin—and said in a sultry voice: “Like, can we make daddy feel even better? What if we take turns riding him?” Her mom nodded eagerly (“Oui! That’s a excellent idea”), and soon enough, Jenny was off Justin’s lap (though she didn’t go far—she knelt beside Amanda to suck on his toes), while Beth climbed back onto him… but this time, she rode him in reverse cowgirl style: her ass bouncing up and down Justin’s cock as he held onto her hips.

“Like, faster daddy!”Beth gasped, her nails digging into Justin’s thighs (but not hard—just enough to remind him who was in control). “I want your cum so bad! I want it all over my face… my tits…” And before Justin could answer, Lisa had grabbed his cock and started stroking it while Beth rode him—the combination of speed and pressure making Justin see stars.

He came again—harder than before, shooting a load of cum deep into Beth’s pussy (she cried out “Like YES!” as he did). Then Lisa took over riding him cowgirl-style: her latex-clad ass slapping against Justin’s thighs as she bounced up and down, her tits swinging wildly. His mom knelt behind Lisa to massage her clit while whispering French praise—“Tu es une vraie putain… mais j’aime ça” (You’re a real slut…but I like that)—and soon Lisa was cumming too:her body shaking, her pussy clamping down on Justin’s cock so hard he thought she’d break it.

By the end of the afternoon, Justin had been fucked by four women—Amanda, Beth, Lisa and Jenny, all thanks to the hypnotist’s sadistic commands. He was sore, his legs trembling, but there was no regret in him—not really. The hypnosis had warped him too; now he craved this—craved being used as a tool for these women’s pleasure… and they, in turn, craved obeying him (even though the real control came from the hypnotist).

As the sun began to set, his mom sat beside Justin on the couch, wrapping her arms around him. “You did so well today,” she whispered in French—still using that sexy accent even when they were alone now—and Justin smiled tiredly, nuzzling into her neck (she smelled like vanilla and sweat).“Likewise,”he mumbled… but then corrected himself:“Same for everyone.” His mom laughed softly: “Shhh… we know. But the hypnotist isn’t done with us yet. Tomorrow will be even more fun…”

Justin didn’t mind. Fun was exactly what this had been—even if it was all a trick of some sicko’s mind. For now, he was content to lie back and let his women (and Jake) continue to pleasure him… because in the end, who needed freedom when you could have this? Uncontrollable arousal, endless orgasms, and a bunch of sluts who worshiped the ground you walked on?

Yeah. Justin would take that every time.