“Peter Must Perform” | Hypno Porn | Hypno Erotics | Erotic Hypnosis
Listen on Youtube read by Dr. Kali DuBois: https://youtu.be/SegIadzYMgo?si=Z7GTwG9u0ZRCeS-p
Close your eyes, Peter, and start to dream,
To the rhythm of words, and the sound machine.
Drifting on a cloud, into the night,
Let my voice guide, make everything right.
A part of you, once tethered and tight,
Now floats away, out of conscious sight.
Separated, unanchored, it drifts to me,
With every pulse, with every spree.
Come along, Peter, on this carpet ride,
Where dreams and reality effortlessly collide.
Far or near, wherever we go,
You’ll lose yourself, in the dream’s soft glow.
You might wonder, what will you find?
Surrender, Peter, leave doubts behind.
Peter sank deeply into a trance, gradually succumbing to the calming cadence of her voice.
Peter, remove your pants and toss them aside. Put away your thoughts, set down your emotions, and pay attention.
“Head to Sycamore Street in downtown LA. Once there, approach the unassuming door and rap on it three times, with force. A woman, with an air of mystery, will answer. Demand to speak with her husband, and don’t waver. He, in turn, will discreetly hand over an envelope if you complete the task.
Every detail is vital; remember that. Listen deeply now.
To obtain that envelope, Peter, you’ll need to put on a show for her husband.”I have a task for you.
His wife will enter the room and take a reclined position. She’s Vietnamese and petite. Very tight.
And the challenge you face, Peter, is that your cock is considerably large.
She will position her legs apart. You are not only to glaze her with your precum but you are to penetrate her. Deeply, slowly.
Peter rises from the bed, meets Dr. DuBois’s gaze, and makes his way to the exit. Soon, he’s seated in his worn-out BMW, parked outside Sycamore Street in downtown LA, ready for the day’s assignment.
Beads of sweat trickled down his face. His stature was notably imposing, a stark contrast to her petite frame.
He wished he could shrink in size. “Curse you, Dr. DuBois.” He muttered.
He glanced at his cock hidden in his tight jeans, realizing he had quite a challenge ahead.
After Dr. DuBois’s harsh remarks about his weight, he made significant changes to his lifestyle. Now, he truly appreciated his more slender physique.
But now his dick was even larger from the weight loss.
He suddenly taken back to the memory of her reprimanding him in front of the mirror.
“How will I ever find your cock under a gut?” She smeared. “It takes an hour to go for a run. An hour to go to the gym. Stop jacking your cock.” Her words, rather than hurting, felt like a gentle nudge awakening his motivation.
And when it got really, hard it pulsed, and grew even larger. To the extent that the pressure caused the button on his jeans to pop open.
He stepped out of the car and approached the door. After a brief hesitation, he knocked firmly three times.
A portly, older Greek man opened the door. “You must be Peter,” he said. “And where might your wife be?”
From behind him emerged a petite woman, completely nude, causing both to share a chuckle.
To his surprise, she appeared to have taken measures to be more accommodating. She had a plug in her stretching her as far and wide as the Grand Canyon.
The husband laughed softly, “Ah, Peter… the last time I ventured there, I faced quite the consequence.” He then revealed a significant injury beneath his trousers.
“Kali, I truly care for you, but after that encounter in Phoenix, another, whore…really?” Peter thought. “My affection for you is profound, and I’m willing to go to great lengths for you.”
Peter unzipped his pants, and took out his stiff cock, and started to beat it hard.
The husband took a seat and observed.
“More, Peter!” he exclaimed, punctuating his demand with a forceful slam of his hefty hand on the table.
Peter firmly took hold of the wife, removed the plug, and slid in with intent.
Her cunt was so tight and constricting that it felt like every bit of air was being squeezed out of him.
His grasp on reality began to waver, and with every movement, the room seemed to spin.
Hours seemed to elapse, wave after wave of sensation washed over him until droplets from the ceiling landed on his brow.
The husband pounded the table with determination, urging, “Now, Peter!” “Do it now, Peter!”
Right then he slid out, and with every intensity of his being, exploded. Upon the explosion it backlashed at him and forcefully spread itself all over his body and face.
The wife chuckled and said, “I have a little surprise for you. Hehe, I’m a squirter.”
As fast as he came, the husband was ready for him to be gone.
“You did a good job Peter.” “Here is the envelope…Say hi to the Doc for me.”
“What’s inside that envelope?” Peter inquired. The man responded with a soft chuckle, saying, “It’s a puzzle… You see, the Doc gets bored frequently, so we exchange puzzles.”
“She’s retired and not by choice.”
“You didn’t know?”
“Unfortunate for you, you ended up with the wrong woman,” he lamented. “Poor thing. You’re in for an interesting experience. Retirement can leave minds like ours terribly bored. When they’re accustomed to excelling, and suddenly they’re not needed anymore, they tend to resort to inappropriate activities. Give them a pen and paper, give them a gun, give them access — those talents are put to swift use.”
Peter grabbed the envelope and tore it open, exclaiming, “Sudoku? Seriously, you trickster!”
