HypnoFucking

Lois glued her mouth to the cunt in front of her, tongue pushing in deep. Her mind was trying to focus on the cock plunging in and out of her own slit. The rhythm of the thrusts was like nothing she had ever known, irregular and yet...there was a pattern to it. She found herself counting the timing of, the length, the way the cock seemed to swell to some nameless tune. There was something artful to it, something fascinating.

There was a pounding in the reporter's head. It seemed to match the cock plowing so strangely in her cunt, the two rhythms interacting strangely. It made her so dizzy she momentarily forgot about the pussy she was eating, until a light tap along the jaw reminded her, and Lois resumed her absent-minded **** on the pussy before her, still lost in that strange, hypnotic interplay of rhythm.

The reporter could feel the composite rhythm moving through her whole body. Lois could feel her thoughts drifting away as she lost herself in the rut. Let herself fall in line. Moving her body in response to the push of cock and pull of cunt. It was so deceptively easy, to just not think and go with the flow.

The world seemed to fade away. The sltch-sltch-sltch of the hard cock sliding into her wet slit, the hrff-hrff-hrff as she breathed hard into the pussy in front of her. The rhythm was growing faster, more complex...almost as though it was talking to her in a language only her body understood. A thumb teased the reporter's asshole and an electric tingle seemed to go up her spine, a new element in the rhythm, and she found herself relaxing and clenching, relaxing and clenching in time to the strange tap-tap-tap, until she effortlessly let the wriggling digit in.

Then there was no more thought for a while. She lived as a meat machine, fucking and being fucked, conscious mind consumed by the rhythm, letting it guide her body. Somewhere, someone started talking, whispering things into her ears, but the conscious part of Lois wasn't paying attention, focused as she was with the double penetration in her rear, the taste of the twat in front of her, the undulating pulse of the fuck that seemed to travel up and through her body.

But a part of her, deep down below the conscious level, heard and understood the words. They were instructions...