The Phone and the DVD

I'm not entirely sure why I wrote this. Maybe it was just a desire to get another hypnosis story on the site. Maybe it was for someone else. I'm not sure. What I do know for sure is that the names were randomly determined, which meant the genders were random as well. The action... well, that wasn't random at all.

Hillary's Video

One of the nice things about making partner was that she had more control over her hours. No more seventy hour weeks. All that was behind her. Now it was more like thirty hours on average, with the occasional fifty here and there, depending on projects. 

Most people at the firm, even partners, work more than that. But Hillary doesn't have to, not anymore. Her case record speaks for itself. So long as she keeps winning, they'll let her set her own hours. Which means as long as she keeps on top of her game, she can keep getting home at five o'clock on Fridays. Which, in theory, meant she could date.

Dating was never all that effective for her. Even the one she went on last week hadn't gone well. It wasn't bad, per se. There was just nothing there, no connection. She couldn't even remember the guy's name. He hadn't called yet, and that was fine by her. It didn't matter if he never called again.

She was sorting through her mail when her phone rang. It wasn't a random number; the contact was saved as 'Answer me.' For some reason, that didn't strike Hillary as weird. She just connected the call.

“Hello?”

The voice on the other end was clear, casual, and very calm. “A day spent fishing is still a success even if nothing is caught.”

**

The shampoo ran down the drain while she swirled the mouth wash. It left her breath feeling minty, her hair shining and clean. The water was still warm, and her muscles were starting to relax. What had she done to pull both of her shoulders like that?

Hillary turned off the water and toweled herself off, careful to avoid the tattoo on her stomach, right above her freshly shaved pussy. She put the gel on it without really looking at it, without reading it, then put her bra on over her sore nipples. She proceeded to get dressed and headed down to her coffee maker.

She put her hair up in a tight bun while the coffee was brewing, and looked at the clock. Still only six am. Plenty of time to get to the office.

**

“Morning Ms. Littlepage.” He'd learned to always be there before she was. For a paralegal, he was doing a great job. She would have promoted him already, but he was just so good at his job that she didn't want to lose him, even if he did need the extra money.

“Good morning Kurt.” She smiled at him, and didn't notice the way his eyes drifted briefly to her stomach. “How was your weekend?”

The question made him smile in satisfaction. “It was outstanding,” he said. “How was yours?”

She opened her mouth to answer, but for the life of her, she couldn't remember. But she didn't want to look stupid. “Pretty standard,” she said.

“Nothing memorable?”

She was already looking away, so she didn't see his smirk. “No, not really.”

**

The day was starting to drag on. Hillary had skipped lunch, as usual. Time for coffee. She pressed the button on her phone. “Kurt?” She said. “Any chance of coffee?”

“Of course,” he said. “A day spent fishing is still a success even if nothing is caught.”

**

Hillary popped a mint into her mouth as she pulled the car into the garage at her apartment. Anything to get rid of that weird taste. She rubbed her eyes before she got out of the car. “Long day,” she said. The clock said it was nine pm. She must've been really working hard. “I can barely remember it.”

She stretched out her neck and rolled her shoulders, trying to get the feeling back. She must have been sitting wrong all day to hurt like this.

She dropped her keys in the bowl by the door and nearly tripped over the little box on the floor. It was a CD case with a DVD in it. The DVD said “Watch me.” and it was in her hand writing. She must have left it there at some point.

She poured herself a glass of expensive white wine and sat on her thousand dollar couch, turning on her fifty-five inch television and started the DVD.

There was no preamble. No loading screen. It just jumped immediately into the action. Hillary normally would have turned it off as soon as it started. It was pornography.

Worse, it was badly shot port. Clearly, the guy holding the camera was also the guy fucking the girl from behind. The camera looked at the other man, the one fucking the girl's face. It was disgusting. 

Awful.

Hillary shook her head and the terribly degrading thing she was seeing. But she didn't turn it off. She didn't even think about it. Just like she didn't even think about the way her hand had crept under her skirt. She didn't even think how strange it was that she wasn't wearing panties. Consciously, she was just focusing on how degrading the movie was.

Especially when the guy pulled out of the girl's mouth and came right at her, getting in her hair and probably all over her face. She didn't pull away, didn't even flinch. She just kept right on getting fucked from behind.

“You like it in your ass, don't you?” this voice came from the camera. He grunted a little as he pounded into her. “But it's not as good as sucking cock, is it? Not as good by far.”

The other guy, slowly calming down, smiled and reached for the camera. The view shifted as the former camera man pulled out of the girl's ass. “Turn around and suck me clean.”

The camera zoomed down onto his shit-covered cock. It was clear that the girl's ass hadn't been clean. His cock was disgusting, but Hillary could see that the girl in the video didn't care. She plunged her throat down onto the dirty cock, sucking and moaning like she was having an orgasm while she did it. The camera didn't seem to care about the girl, not even catching her face in the shot. But it did pull back enough to see the guy's face.

The guy, the one who had been the original camera man, the guy having his shit covered cock sucked by the disgusting whore between his legs, was familiar. She knew that smile. She knew that face. Kurt.

Hillary wanted to turn it off, already embarrassed and wondering why she had the video in the first place.

He smiled at the camera, then wrapped his hands into the girl's hair and began fucking her face hard and fast, not caring about the whimper of pain she made. Eventually, he started to orgasm, and he pulled out in time to cum on her the same way his friend had.

Kurt laughed and pushed the girl over. She fell without a word. “Stay there, you filthy whore,” he said. She was out of frame, so Hillary wasn't sure if she did or not.

The Kurt took the camera back, starting the shot down at the girl's lower body. “It's amazing how much that turns you on,” he said. He turned the shot to her legs, where her pussy, shaved completely bare, was engorged and practically dripping with desire. “So turned on,” he said. The camera started to drift up.

On the girl's stomach was a tattoo. One that was clearly still fresh. It said “Cum dump” in flowing calligraphy. The camera kept moving up slowly, passing by one pierced nipple and up towards the girl's face. The first splash of cum was visible on her neck, and there seemed to be more and more the higher the camera went.

And it wasn't all fresh. There was quite a bit of dry, crusted cum on her chin, on her lips.

Then the camera pulled out enough to show the girl's whole face.

Hillary looked at herself on the screen, watched her lick her assistant's cum from her own lips, and smile at the camera.

“Tell the camera who you are,” Kurt said.

“I'm Hillary Littlepage,” the girl said. “And I'm a filthy cum guzzling whore.”

Kurt laughed. Then he turned the camera around and looked right through the television and into Hillary's soul.

“And that concludes our first video,” he said. “Don't worry, there will be more. Anything you want to see us do to the pathetic cunt, just say the word down in the comments.” He waved, and the screen went dark.

Then it came back, and Kurt was there, sitting at her desk. He was wearing the same tie he'd been wearing in the office. He smiled at the camera.

“I bet you're wondering what's going on,” he said. “And how long it'll be before that video ends up all over the web. Well, let me reassure you,” he said. “It's online already.” He chuckled, then reached between his legs to adjust something. He made a soft sound of pleasure. “Gotta love hypnosis.” He shook his head, then reached for a remote.

He pushed a button, and the shot zoomed out. As soon as it did, Hillary saw herself on her knees, sucking his cock while he talked to the camera. “Remember how my resume said that I was a qualified hypnotist? We talked about it during my interview.” He laughed. “What am I saying? Of course you don't; I didn't want you to. You shouldn't have kept passing me over for promotion,” he said. “And you sure as hell shouldn't have told me about it.”

He put his hand on her head and let her watch herself pleasuring him for a few seconds. Then he looked back at the camera. “By the way,” he said, “this isn't blackmail. It's not about that. I'll make all the money I'll ever need selling videos of you. Videos you won't even remember making. Maybe I'll send some of them to you, like this one you'll find when you get home tonight. It all depends on how I feel.

“Once this is over, I want you to call me. You're playing with yourself, aren't you? Going to cum from watching yourself do all this stuff. Well, you go ahead and cum. Enjoy the orgasm. Then lick your fingers clean and call me. When you do, tell me what a filthy pig you are and how much you love making these videos. Maybe even invite me to come live with you.”

In the video, he pulled her head off his cock and then slapped her, hard, across the face. She didn't even flinch. She just went right back to sucking his cock. “I bet you're wondering why in the world you would ever do that. Maybe you're even insisting that you won't, or planning to call the police, or something like that.”

He pulled her face off his cock again, and gave her another sperm facial. Well,” he said, putting himself away and looking down her kneeling there, in her own office, his cum dripping down her chin. “Let me put your mind at ease.”

The camera zoomed in again, and Kurt smiled. “A day spent fishing is still a success even if nothing is caught.”