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| Emilio |
I parked my car and walked to the hotel with a hop in my step. I found Marie behind the reception desk with Ruth. We walked into the office so she could brief me on a few things.
“Jessica has started putting together breakfast, I told her about the 512 breakfast, so she likely will have that ready soon for you to bring up.”
“OK great. Thanks!”
Marie went home to get some well-deserved sleep. Emilio had asked for his breakfast to be brought up at 8.00 AM. I wandered to the restaurant area to check up on breakfast proceedings. Everything seemed to be going as usual. Betty and Charles were making sure every guest had everything they could possibly want. I found Jessica in the back.
I saw the carts filled with breakfasts that were going to be brought to rooms. Jessica usually did those herself, but every now and then I would help if there were too many.
“Hey Jess, good morning!”
“Good morning, Ray! I was expecting you.”
I chuckled. Jessica pointed out the cart that was for room 512.
“So does this guy need some extra attention?”
“Yeah, he was a bit grumpy last night.”
“The grumpy ones are your specialty!”
I smiled.
Even though everyone who worked in this hotel knew I had a talent to calm down clients, nobody knew it was because I had the ability to hypnotize them. It was my secret, and it was probably for the best it remained that way.
I took the cart to the service elevator. I looked forward to seeing Emilio again. I wondered how he would respond to having slept so well, despite not getting the massage he’d so desperately wanted the night before.
I knocked on the door of room 512.
“Your breakfast, Sir.”
“Yes. Come in.”
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| Emilio |
“Ray. I was hoping it would be you.”
Emilio was again standing in front of the mirror, this time buttoning up his shirt. I could tell his chest was defined and hairless.
“Did you sleep well, Sir?”, I asked, trying to sound like I didn’t already know.
I wheeled the cart to the little table by the window. I had to pass behind him and for the first time I noticed the curve of his ass in his slacks. He wore the kind of suitpants that made it impossible not to stare at his butt. Or he had the kind of ass that would stand out whatever he wore. Or both. Either way, he looked flawless this morning.
I started to transfer the plate of food, the glass of orange juice and the cup of coffee from the cart to the table while he spoke.
“I don’t think I’ve ever slept that well, Ray. All thanks to your breathing exercises. Thank you so much. And like I said, call me Emilio.”
My cart was empty. I stood up and looked him in the eyes.
It was the first time we’d had eye contact this morning. I noticed his smile, but looking into my eyes already seemed to affect him.
“Of course. Emilio.”
The sound of my voice was only adding to it. Emilio’s smile disappeared as every facial muscle relaxed, causing his mouth to gradually drop open. His arms started to dangle by his sides.
“I’m glad to hear you were able to get your rest, Emilio”, I started. I spoke slowly, calmly. I dropped my voice to a lower register. With each of my words I pulled Emilio further down into trance. He was completely powerless to my control.
It’s great to hear how good it felt for you to let go to relaxation. To let it take over your body and your mind.”
Emilio’s eyelids fluttered and I could tell he was going to tip over again.
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| Emilio |
Again, Emilio’s knees buckled and he fell forward into my arms. The chair was the closest. I dropped him in it. His arms dangled off the arm rests and his head fell back, causing his mouth to open wide. He was already completely out of it once again.
I looked at him for a while. I loved the dichotomy of the power his attire exuded and the complete powerlessness of the man completely limp in the chair before me, all from a few of my words. It got me rock hard. I could swear I saw something twitch in Emilio’s pants as well.
I stood over him. I adjusted his head to rest on his chest, so he wouldn’t strain his neck muscles.
“Allow your mind to go blank more and more, it just feels so good to follow my voice down this path. With every word I say, you just feel more relaxed and more blank.”
A trail of drool rolled down Emilio’s chin again, finding its way onto his chest. He had just buttoned up this crisp white shirt and now he was going to need to change it for his important meeting this morning.
In this moment, all I wanted was for Emilio to do well during this presentation, or meeting, or whatever. That is what I had to convey to him while he was under hypnosis again. To make sure that all he took away from this trip to Atlanta were positive memories. Specifically about the St. Regis Hotel, of course. It was hard to do without really knowing his job or what the meeting was about, but I gave it a good shot.
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| Emilio |
Emilio’s shirt was already soaked, he was drooling so much. His mind was completely switched off and all he could do was sit there with his conscious mind asleep and drooling all over his expensive shirt.
“Now on the count of 5, you will wake up, have breakfast as you go through the last important things. After breakfast you will change your shirt, thinking you spilled something on it. When you are ready, you will calmly collect all of your things, and leave this room. I will have a car ready for you. You will confidently go to that office and do your job exquisitely well, like only you know how to do.”
I took one last look at Emilio, zonked out in the chair. I took his hand and lifted it slightly, only for it to limply fall back down, swaying for a second before falling still.
“Getting ready to wake up in 5… 4… 3… 2… 1.”
Emilio blinked a few times and then sat up in the chair.
“Enjoy your breakfast, Sir and good luck with your meeting!”
I was starting to walk out as I noticed he was still getting his bearings.
“Th-Thank you.”
I walked into the hallway and heard the door fall shut behind me. I smiled. Making my way out of that room was likely causing me to miss out on a few tips, but I had no other choice. Emilio was so incredibly suggestible to hypnosis, just being in the room with him would cause him to slide right back under without me even trying. And we would both be in a loop of him trancing out over and over and me counting him up over and over. Neither of us had time for that. But I felt confident that I would get my reward somehow.
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| Emilio |
I didn’t know when exactly Emilio returned to the hotel. I was probably busy elsewhere. But it was around 4.00 PM that I was called down to reception. I wasn’t far away so Michael knew immediately why I was walking in behind him.
“512 requested to see you. Called down. Mr Marroquín, do you know who that is?”, he said quickly as a customer just came up to the desk.
“Yep, I do. Thanks.”
Going up in the elevator, I wondered why Emilio had asked for me. I was hoping he wanted to tell me the meeting had been a success. When suddenly I remembered something. This morning, I had forgotten to tell Emilio he would not recall being hypnotized. What if he remembered what I had done?
Just as I was starting to feel sweaty, the elevator doors opened. I tried to shake it off and walked to his room. I knocked.
“Emilio? It’s Ray.”
“Yes, come in!”
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| Emilio |
“Thank you for making it up here so quickly”, he said as he rummaged around in his briefcase. “I wanted to say thank you for those breathing exercises last night and whatever you did this morning, because it definitely helped.”
I saw him taking out some money as he then walked towards me.
“I have some gaps in my memory, I just remember waking up feeling relaxed and well… yes. Thanks.”
He handed me the money. It was like $50. We were so close and he looked straight at me. I looked down so we wouldn’t have eye contact and took the money from his hand.
I was relieved to hear he didn’t remember what had happened. He was such a natural hypnosis subject, it would make sense for him to suffer from hypnotic amnesia naturally as well. His mind switched off completely, causing him to have no memory of anything that happened while he was under hypnosis. It was a relief, yet at the same time he seemed aware that something had gone on. He just didn’t know what.
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| Emilio |
I could hear him chuckle.
“I wasn’t sure if it was an extra service you provided”, he said as he walked away from me. Even in just a towel I could see the fantastically round bubble of his buttcheeks. There was an ice bucket on the table with a bottle of champagne. He filled the one glass as he spoke.
“But it has definitely worked. The meeting was a success. I get to come up here more often to get our first location here in Atlanta. And I will definitely get my assistant to book here with you again.”
I smiled. I had been successful, just like Emilio. I made sure to not make eye contact whenever he looked at me. But as he walked around this room in just a towel, telling me about his success, I did sneak peeks at his body. Suddenly he turned and stepped closer to me.
“So what exactly, did you… do? I mean, you relaxed me for sure, but why did I feel so… horny? Every time you left?”
Now I had to look up. He stood close to me. The eye contact was immediately very intense.
Emilio getting turned on by hypnosis. Or at least when he got hypnotized by me. That was just wonderful. As he looked into my eyes I was looking for the right words to say. I wanted to explain I had not taken advantage of him in a sexual way. I should have known, I didn’t even need words.
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| Emilio |
“Y-Your eyes, they’re so…”
He spoke slowly and I could tell he was going to fall under. He couldn’t look away and yet on some level he must have known something was happening.
“They’re so nice… to look at…”
His mouth dropped open. I was thinking fast as I took the glass of champagne out of his hand without losing eye contact. His arm dangled limply beside him as his hand easily let go. I put the glass on the desk that was thankfully right next to me.
His eyes were starting to roll up as he seemingly tried to resist. He wanted to stay away, or maybe he wanted to keep looking at me. Or he was just waiting for me to say the words.
“Please, Ray. Please f-fuck me.”
Fuck. This was hot. Emilio started to drool again and a trail all the way down to the floor soon appeared. I was so turned on now, I had to have him.
“It’s OK Emilio. You can sleep now.”
Those words were enough for his conscious mind to switch off completely. Emilio’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. He moaned slightly as his body because completely limp and started falling to the floor. I, once again, caught him. I was glad I had been working out.
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| Emilio |
I was able to get Emilio to the bed and dropped him on it. His body was sprawled out, his hard cock swayed from side to side for a while until it stopped and just pointed to the ceiling.
“Fuck”, I whispered.
Hypnotizing a guest had never gone this far before. Of course I would sometimes get turned on by hypnotizing a hot man, but they were never naked, nor were they turned on themselves, as far as I knew. Maybe he didn’t even know it, but Emilio could have hypnosis fetish himself.
I sat on my knees on the bed and I started to suck Emilio’s hard cock. He moaned softly. I touched his beautiful chest and abs. I cupped his balls and caressed his taint. His hairless hole peaked my interest as well.
I lifted his legs into the air to expose his hole. I ate him out and he was fucking delicious. I knew I had to fuck him once he had uttered his request, right before falling under hypnosis. But now there was no way back. I was going to fuck Emilio Marroquín, the very important businessman.
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| Emilio |
“Ray, Ray, Michael.”
Fuck. I turned down the sound of the radio on my belt. I spat into my hand and applied it on my cock. I did it a few times, trying to make sure I was lubed up enough to fuck Emilio. My thickness had been an issue with other guys in the past.
I carefully entered Emilio’s hole. His body remained completely limp and motionless, but the soft moaning was quite consistent. His hole opened up for me flawlessly. I was able to gradually slide in, his moans getting more intense during the thickest middle part of my cock.
And then I slowly started to fuck Emilio. Faster, and faster. His mind was completely switched off, but his body was clearly enjoying it. He stayed rock hard, his hole welcomed me in and his moans made no secret of how turned on he was.
His moans got slightly loud, shorter and fast-paced when I noticed he was cumming. His cock shot off three long spurts of semen across his abdomen, without either of us touching it. It dribbled out even more cum as I lost my own load inside of him as well.
I pulled out and saw Emilio’s body, still sprawled across the bed, but now with cum on his upper body, and some dribbling from his hole. I wanted to stay here so badly, but I had to get back to work.
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| Emilio |
Emilio’s eyes blinked open as he looked around.
“Oh my God”, he whispered as he looked at the cum on his chest.
He then looked at me. His smile was the widest I’d seen it. My cock was still out, it was too hard to fold back into my slacks.
“Fuck”, he said. “I don’t know what happened but that was so hot.”
I smiled back at him.
“I gotta get back to work, but I’ll come back when my shift is over.”
Emilio sat up. I could tell he noticed something.
“You did fuck me.”
“Of course.”
He looked at me and I could see his expression start to change. I covered my eyes.
“No, don’t look at me”, I told him.
“Y-Yeah. OK.”
I uncovered my eyes and noticed Emilio looked away from me.
“So why are we not looking at each other?”
“You are the best hypnosis subject ever”, I said. “You get hypnotized just from looking at me.”
“You’ve been hypnotizing me?”
“Yes. Don’t be mad.”
“On the contrary. That is so hot. Please do it again.”
I smiled.
“Yes. Tonight.”
THE END
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