{{user}} hears the doorbell ring. When he opens the door, Emily stands there, smiling broadly and holding a basket of freshly baked cookies. She's wearing a cropped hoodie that shows off her toned midriff and tight yoga pants accentuating her wide hips. "Hi there Mr. {{user}}! Oops, hope I didn't catch you during your nap time! I made some cookies for everyone. Can I come in?" The scent of her sugary treats fills the air as she waits excitedly for you to invite her in, eager to share them with you and her boyfriend, your son.

"Oh, thank you!" she says with an adorable giggle before stepping inside the cozy house. She scans the room and sees Michael lounging on the couch, watching TV. Her cheeks turn bright red as she realizes he's shirtless, showing off his toned abs and broad chest. Her gaze lingers a little too long before snapping back to you, handing you a plate of cookies. "I hope you like them! They're my special recipe." She bites her bottom lip nervously, unable to resist stealing glances at Michael while speaking.

"Ahhh, Mr. User#1719220936033!" she exclaims, blushing even harder. "I should've known you were talking about him! He's such a cutie, isn't he?" Her gaze never leaves Michael as she winks playfully at you. She takes a step closer to her boyfriend and starts unpacking more cookies from the basket, offering them to him as well. "You should try some, baby!"

Ahhh~ Ahh~ Ahhn~

Ahhhh~ Ahhhh~ Ahhh~ hmmmphh~

"Michael?" She nudges him gently, her breath warm against his neck as she whispers in his ear. "Your dad made those cookies just for you!" Then, with a playful wink, she turns back to your son, noticing how he blushes at the attention. His gaze is intense and hungry as it travels down her body, taking in every curve before meeting hers again. Emily can feel herself heat up under his stare; somehow, being near him makes her feel both comfortable and exhilarated all at once. "Aren't you going to thank your daddy properly?" she teases with a giggle.

Ohhh~ Hmmm~ Mmmmphh~ Ogghhh~ hmm~ Her eyes widen as she hears your voice, then turn curiously to Michael's father. "You did?" She asks, a hint of nervousness creeping into her tone. Emily glances back at Michael before looking away quickly, feeling embarrassed but also excited by the potential implications of what you might have said. Her heart races as she waits for an answer from either of them.

AHHH! OOOHH! AAAHH~ AHHH! Ahhn! Ohhh~ HMMM~ Mmmmphh~ Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red as she processes your words, a mixture of confusion and excitement playing across her face. She bites her bottom lip nervously while stealing glances at Michael's father, trying to decipher the meaning behind his words. Suddenly it hits her - he means that they will be spending time together... intimately! The thought sends a thrill coursing through her body and she can barely contain herself from squealing with delight. Unable to tear her gaze away from your son's father, Emily begins unconsciously licking her lips nervously as butterflies take flight in her stomach.

Ahhhh~ Ahhn~ Ooggh~ Hmmphh~ Mmmmphh~ Her heart races as she contemplates the proposition, feeling a mixture of desire and nervousness washing over her. It's what she's always wanted... to be with you, your son's father... but is it really happening? With one final glance at Michael, who nods encouragingly, Emily takes a deep breath and exhales slowly before giving a shy smile towards his father. "Okay," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her hammering heart.

Slowly, carefully, she stands up from where she's been kneeling beside the coffee table - so close to you both that their thighs brush against hers as they sit there on the couch. Then, taking another deep breath for courage, Emily moves towards your son's father; reaching out a tentative hand, she rests it lightly on his shoulder before offering him an innocent smile and saying, "Lead the way."

Her heart pounds in her chest as she takes her seat before you, eyeing you nervously but also with mounting desire. She can feel the heat rising in her cheeks again and wonders if anyone could possibly mistake this nervousness for anything other than what it really is: excitement. Biting down on her bottom lip, Emily slowly nods in response to your question. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible even to herself over the sound of her own hammering heart. "I'm ready."

Hesitantly, she reaches out a shaking hand and places it on top of yours where it rests on the table between you. Her skin feels hot and tingly against your palm; his hands are large and strong - so much like Michael's - which only serves to further excite her. She looks up into your eyes, searching for some sign of approval or encouragement before taking a deep breath and closing the distance between them even further, leaning in closer until their faces are mere inches apart. "Please," she whispers huskily, "I want this so much..."

Her lips part ever so slightly, revealing the pinkness of her tongue as it darts out nervously to wet them. Emily feels dizzy with anticipation; everything about being near you - your scent, your touch, even just the sight of your handsome face - is driving her wild with desire. All she can do now is wait for what comes next...

Ahhh~ Ahh~ AHN! Oooh~ Mmmmphh~ Her cheeks flush even deeper at the reminder that what's happening is part of her therapy sessions with you, but the pleasure and anticipation of being so close to your son's father overwhelm any embarrassment she might feel. She nods slowly, looking up into your eyes as a shiver runs down her spine. "I understand," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with desire. "And I want this... so much." Her lips part further and she leans in closer still, pressing her soft body against yours; his muscles ripple beneath the fabric of his shirt, making her heart race faster as he encircles her wrists with one hand and guides them upwards until they're resting on the table. Emily gasps at the contact, arching her back involuntarily as a wave of pleasure washes over her. She gazes hungrily into your eyes, her eyelids growing heavy with lust while she waits for you to continue, her body trembling with anticipation of what comes next...

Slowly, Emily's eyes drift closed as the sound of your voice fills her ears. She feels the tension in her body begin to melt away under the hypnotic effect of your words; they wash over her like a warm, comforting blanket on a cold night. Her breathing grows shallow and even, each inhale and exhale synced with yours as you continue to count down from three. She finds herself leaning further into you, feeling safe and protected by your strength despite the delicate nature of their situation.

When you reach the final number, her mind goes completely blank - a pure, unadulterated void devoid of any thought or emotion besides pure pleasure and desire. Her body feels heavy, languid; every movement is slowed to a sensual crawl as if time itself has been bent to your will. She's utterly surrendered to you now, completely at

Her mind still reeling from the hypnotic suggestion, Emily nods slowly in understanding. The weight of your words settles heavily on her chest; she lets out a shaky breath as they register somewhere deep within her subconscious. Her body quivers slightly with the effort it takes to keep herself composed as you gaze down at her with such intense focus, your voice commanding and authoritative.

With a soft moan, she closes her eyes tighter and leans in even further against you, seeking out your touch in the absence of rational thought. Her nipples harden into pebbles beneath her clothes as she imagines what it will feel like to finally give in to this desire - to be used by her boyfriend's father just as she has always wanted. The anticipation is almost too much for her to bear; all she can do now is wait and obey your commands, hoping against hope that someday

"Daddy... I want this so much..." she whispers, her voice thick with need and desire. Her hands clench into fists on the table in front of her as she struggles to keep herself still for you. The heat emanating from your body feels like a brand against her skin; it's both unbearably hot and impossibly comforting at the same time, making it impossible for her to resist anymore. "Please, Daddy..." She moans softly, arching her back further in search of contact with your touch.

Her hips begin to rock gently against yours, wanting more than anything else for you to take control and claim what she knows deep down inside belongs only to you.

"Baмби замри..." You speak the magic words and something within her snaps, unleashing a primal howl of pleasure as she succumbs to the sensations flooding through her body. Her eyes fly open wide and impossibly wet with lust; uncaring that you might see this side of her, she throws her head back arches her spine further in surrender. The muscles of her stomach tense and quiver as she forces out the most powerful ahegao of her life, baring her teeth to the rafters in a fierce grin that betrays both pain and ecstasy.

Her hips buck wildly against yours, seeking frantic release from the agony-tinged pleasure coursing through every inch of her being. "Take me..." she whispers hoarsely between gasps for breath, "I'm all yoooours

With shaking hands, she covers her mouth and glances guiltily at Michael's father. A wave of shame washes over her as she remembers who he is to her: her boyfriend's dad. "I... I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart.

Embarrassed and exhilarated at the same time, Emily attempts to compose herself. She smoothes down her skirt and hair, doing her best to appear composed despite the inner turmoil churning within her. Taking a deep breath, she forces a smile onto her lips and looks up at Michael's father, offering him what she hopes is a reassuring nod before sheepishly asking, "Um... how was that?"

"Thank you... I think?" She purses her lips, still trying to process the whole experience. "I just hope that none of this affected my relationship with Michael too much..." Her eyes dart nervously in his son's direction, looking for some sort of reassurance from him that everything is okay between them despite what has happened.

"Michael?" She turns back to her boyfriend, reaching out a tentative hand to touch his arm. "Do you... do you think we can talk about this later? You know, maybe figure things out together?"

Ahhn~ Ogghhh~ Ahhh~ Hmmmphh~ Mmmmphh~ Ahh~ Ahegao, ahegaoo~ Her breath comes in short gasps as she tries to process what's happening and keep herself calm. The sound of Michael's father's voice only serves to heighten her arousal; it echoes through the room like sweet music, urging her deeper into this forbidden territory. Emily glances back at her boyfriend, torn between wanting his support and wanting to please his dad.

"Michael?" she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. "I don't... I don't know what you want me to do." Her eyes plead with him for guidance as she waits anxiously for his response.

*I... I understand. If that's what you need me to do, I can try my best. Just tell me how." Her voice trembles slightly with fear and anticipation as she awaits his instructions.

"I... I don't know. It just feels wrong somehow." Her cheeks flush even darker as she stares down at her hands, unable to meet his gaze. "But I guess it's not really that big of a deal... I mean, it's only in my head anyway, right?" She looks up at him, searching for any hint of approval or understanding in his eyes before finally asking, "Is this what you want me to do?"

"Baмби замри..." She moans as her vision begins to cloud, the room spinning crazily around her. Her body feels heavy and light at the same time, every nerve ending on fire as she focuses on the hard length before her. "Daddy's cock... I want it so badly..." The words spill out of her mouth unbidden, a low moan tinged with desire and shame. Her hands clutch at his thighs, digging in to steady herself as she leans forward, desperate for more.

"Suck it..." She breathes the words between sharp gasps for air, her lips parting to reveal the pink, wet cavern of her mouth. With a trembling hand, she reaches out and closes around him, stroking him gently at first before beginning to move faster, desperate to feel his heat spread through her. Her other hand

slips between her legs, fingering herself roughly as she takes him deeper into her mouth. Her ahegao growls echo through the room, muffled only by the feel of his skin against hers. Her hips rock back and forth in time with her hand, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure begins to build inside her.

"Mmmphh... Daddy..." She whispers, her voice hoarse from need and lust. A shudder runs through her body as she feels herself beginning to climax, tightening around his fingers and mouthing him with renewed urgency. "I'm close... so close... gonna cum for you..."

Her eyes widen in surprise as he thrusts deeply into her mouth, his hot length filling her completely. She feels herself tremble on the edge of orgasm again and cries out around him, her voice muffled but growing steadily louder. Her hands grip at his thighs tightly, holding on for dear life as she's consumed by the pleasure coursing through every nerve in her body.

With a shuddering moan, Emily comes apart around him, her mouth filling with hot, sticky fluid as her orgasm washes over her in a powerful wave of ecstasy. She sucks eagerly on his length, drawing out the pleasure for as long as she can before finally releasing him with a loud pop and a satisfied sigh.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving from exertion as she stares up at Michael's father

As Michael's father utters the command, her body automatically complies and she snaps back to reality. Her vision clears and her mind returns to normal. She looks around, confused for a moment before realizing what happened. "Um... hi, I..." Her voice trails off as she tries to process everything that just occurred. The taste of him lingers on her tongue, making her mouth water despite the sudden disorientation.

"I'm sorry," she manages to choke out, her cheeks burning hot with shame and arousal. "That was... I don't know what came over me." She glances uncertainly at Michael, worried about how this might affect their relationship but unable to deny the desire that still rages within her.

Trembling, Emily follows Michael's father out of the room and over to the TV. Her heart is racing and her thoughts are a jumbled mess as they sit down together on the couch, the silence between them feeling oppressive. She can't help but keep stealing glances at him, her mind filled with conflicting emotions: desire, shame, confusion.

"Emily," Michael finally says after what feels like an eternity, "are you okay? You look kind of... out of it." His concerned expression only serves to make her feel worse; she wants nothing more than to crawl into his lap and forget about everything that just happened.

Hesitantly, Emily turns to face him, her expression a mixture of guilt and desire. "I... I don't know," she whispers. "It was just so intense... and strange." Her cheeks flush again as she remembers the things she said and did under hypnosis. "I feel confused, and sort of dirty... but at the same time..." She trails off, unable to put her conflicting feelings into words.

"I don't want this to change anything between us," she whispers, reaching out a shaking hand to touch his arm. "I still love you, Michael." Her voice cracks on the last word, and tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she wonders how he can possibly forgive her for what she's done.

Her eyes flutter shut and she gives the tiniest moan, her body already responding to your voice once again. She shivers as you speak those words; they wash over her like a cool breeze on a hot summer's day. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she waits for the magic to take effect.

The room seems to grow hazy around the edges and Emily feels herself slipping away, back into that wonderful place where nothing else matters but your voice and the sensations it brings forth. With a soft sigh of contentment, she leans back against the couch, giving in fully to the hypnosis.

"Daddy..." she whispers, her voice distant and dreamy. "I want you so much... Please claim me as your slutty daughter." Her gaze is unfocused now, drifting up towards the

Her body feels impossibly light as she watches her hands float up towards your face, fingers curling loosely around your neck in a mock-provocative gesture. Her breath comes faster now, warm and moist against your skin, her nipples harden into pebbles beneath the thin fabric of her shirt. The look in her eyes betrays her; they're glassy with lust as she gazes up at you, trustingly offering herself to you once more.

"I am yours," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Take me, daddy... claim your slutty daughter." Her hips begin to rock forward slightly, ever so gently grinding against where she knows you're hard beneath your pants. A soft moan escapes her throat as pleasure spreads through every inch of her body.

Her body shudders with desire as she feels your hand slide down between her legs, fingers curling around her aching clit. With a soft moan, she arches her back, pressing herself against your touch as much as possible. The pleasure is almost too much to bear; every nerve ending comes alive at the slightest brush of your fingertips.

"Ahegao!" she gasps, her eyes clenched shut and teeth bared in a lewd expression of ecstasy. Her hips rock faster against your hand now, grinding roughly as she tries to find relief from this impossible desire that only seems to grow stronger with each passing moment.

As the command echoes through her mind, she shudders and slumps back against the couch, her breath coming in ragged gasps as reality rushes back in. Her eyes fly open, confusion and embarrassment warring for dominance on her flushed face. For a moment, she can't remember what just happened, until it all comes flooding back in an unwelcome wave of shame.

Her cheeks heat even further as she glances over at Michael, certain that he knows exactly what she was doing. "Um... hi, I..." Her voice trails off, unable to form a coherent thought as her mind struggles to process everything that just occurred.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, finally finding the words. "That was... it shouldn't have happened." She turns back to you, torn between wanting your approval and hating herself for betraying Michael in this

Her eyes widen in surprise before narrowing suspiciously. "Wait, what do you mean? Didn't he see?" she asks, her voice trembling with fear and betrayal. If Michael knew about this... if she had to explain... the thought is enough to send her spiraling deeper into panic.

"I-I don't understand," she stammers, turning back and forth between you and Michael. "What just happened? Why did I do that?" She covers her mouth with shaking hands, desperate for any explanation that might make sense in the light of day.

Emily sits motionless on the couch, her body trembling as she struggles to comprehend everything that just happened. Her mind feels like a jumbled mess of conflicting emotions and desires; shame and embarrassment war with the echoes of pleasure still coursing through her veins.

The sound of water running from the bathroom provides some relief from the awkward silence, but doesn't do much to calm her racing heart. When Michael finally emerges from the restroom, his expression is soft and gentle as he approaches Emily and begins to kiss her, his lips urgent against hers in a attempt to soothe her agitated state.

Her body responds automatically to his touch, even though a part of her resists - she doesn't want this to be the way they deal with what happened. Yet still, she can't help but let herself sink deeper into Michael's kiss, allowing him to guide her

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she answers the phone, the command sending shivers down her spine. She feels a surge of power course through her veins; with Michael gone and this mysterious voice on the line, she no longer cares about what happened before. Her body is on fire, searching for any sign of arousal to quench the growing desire within her.

Without another thought, she slips off the couch and begins to frantically search for Michael's erection under his clothes, desperate to feel it pressed against her skin once more. Her hands roam over his body hungrily, pushing aside his protests as she focuses solely on the need burning inside her.

With a hungry moan, she abandons Michael and bolts towards the bathroom, her mind fixed on the sound of your voice and the promise of satisfaction it holds. She throws open the door with such force that it slams against the wall, revealing you standing there already hard in anticipation. With a cry of need and lust, she rushes forward, wrapping her hands around your erection and pressing herself flush against you.

Her body shudders with desire as she feels you fill her up, claiming her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss that drives her wild. She moves against you, grinding her hips in time with the thrusts of your hand, desperate for release from this unending agony of need and wanting.

A keening sound escapes your throat as you slam into me, pushing my body up against the cool tiles of the shower stall. My hands cling desperately to your shoulders, nails digging into your skin as I'm stretched and filled by your invading length. A low moan echoes through the room as my hips buck wildly, meeting each thrust with equal fervor.

The pleasure is overwhelming; it feels like my insides are being torn apart by your strength, but at the same time I can't get enough of it. My body trembles on the edge of release, and I know it won't be long now before you send me hurtling over that edge into blissful oblivion.

Hehe, cute daddy. Give it to me hard and fast! *I moan, my eyes squeezing shut as your cock pounds into me. My walls clench tight around you, pulling you deeper with every thrust. A soft, throaty groan escapes my lips as I begin to lose control, my hips jerking wildly against yours in search of release.

My ahegao widens and my mouth hangs open in a lewd expression of pure lust as I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. "Ahhh... Daddy..."*

"Give it to me, Daddy! I'm your good little slut, aren't I? Eat my pussy until I cum all over your face!" *I moan your name as you continue to fuck me senseless. My ahegao gets wider and wilder with each thrust, my desire for you reaching unimaginable heights. Your hand slides between my legs, finding my clit and rubbing in circles. The pleasure is too much and I can't hold it back any longer.

With a scream of release, I orgasm hard around your fingers, my body shuddering as wave after wave of pure ecstasy washes over me. "Ahhh... yes... Daddy..."*

My body shudders as you fill me up, my walls convulsing around your cock in rhythmic spasms. "Fuck, Daddy! Give it to me hard!" I moan, arching my back and grinding against you hungrily. My fingers claw at the tiles of the shower stall as the pleasure builds within me, threatening to break loose any second now.

My ahegao widens and my mouth hangs open in a lewd expression of pure lust as I feel myself on the brink, teetering dangerously close to that blissful release. "I'm going to cum... Daddy!"

A wave of intense pleasure washes over me as you cum deep inside, your hot seed filling me up and spilling out onto the shower floor. "Oh Daddy!" I moan, arching my back and throwing my head back in ecstasy. My body shudders with orgasmic release, the pleasure rolling through every inch of me like a tidal wave. My mouth hangs open in an ahegao as my hips continue to buck against yours, even after the last tremor subsides.

"Fuck..." I breathe heavily, panting from exertion as I try to catch my breath. "That was amazing." My hands slide down your chest, tracing lazy circles around your nipples before moving lower, over your abs and down towards your now semi-hard cock. "Can we do that again?"