Emma's Hypnosis (Lesbian Mind Control Erotica) (5 page)

Forced to answer a now irresistible ache between her own legs, she undid her belt with her free hand, and the
n slid that hand down her pants, gripping the locket in the other. With her lips still pressed against Kayla’s slit, she began to masturbate, the pleasure already fairly intense from her powerful arousal.

She kept her lips like that for as long as she could, a small part of her still fighting her lust. This was insane, she tried to tell herself, but - again, she told herself, nobody would ever know, and she was totally in control…

She slid her tongue out, slipping it into the lower end of the slit against her mouth. Wetting the labia with a few little licks, she pushed her tongue deeper inside, tasting Kayla’s musky flavor for the first time. It matched her scent, and Emma found herself masturbating harder, an enormous ball of pleasure building inside.

She raised her head a little bit to get a better angle for her tongue, and penetrated as deeply as she could. The intimate musky flavor grew stronger, and she explored every slick fold, noting a rising wetness from more than just her own spit - Kayla was getting wet!
Emma looked up, but the blonde was still entranced, and she returned to her efforts.

Was this insane excitement what Bailey felt?
Emma moved back to sight Kayla’s clit, eager to re-enact the babysitter’s performance. The blonde’s hard knob was exposed now, coming out from under its hood.

Filled with a strange new kind of lust she didn’t quite understand, Emma took Kayla’s clit between her lips and used her tongue to flick.
The blonde’s breathing intensified - but she was still in a trance…

Emma kept flicking with her tongue and masturbating to what felt she
knew would be an insane orgasm. She’d simply never experienced anything like this…

Kayla’s breaths turned into little pants, and Emma actually saw the blonde’s tummy muscles tense in front of her eyes.
A gush of juices washed across her chin.

She rubbed herself in a frenzy, pushing through into a mind-blowing orgasm, fully taken with the knowledge that she’d just licked a
beautiful woman to orgasm… and it was Kayla, to boot. The queen bee would flip the hell out if she knew!

Her whole body clenched with the strength of her orgasm
, in an animalistic and hungry manner. It felt good, being in control like this… she kept licking Kayla’s pussy, more for her own pleasure than to elicit any reaction. It was… fun, she decided.

Finally, her muscles seized hard, and then she relaxed.

Sitting on her butt to give relief to her stiff knees, Emma wiped her chin with her free hand and stared at the carpet for a moment. She wasn’t stunned, exactly… but she wasn’t sure what had come over her. She licked her lips and rolled Kayla’s flavor in her mouth for a moment, before suddenly standing.

“
Get dressed,” she ordered, suddenly regretting what she’d done.

Kayla slid her underwear, bra, and dress back on,
and then stood unmoving.

Emma paced, distraught.
She’d come over her with a plan, but it’d gone completely awry. In her panic, she decided to go back to it.

She looked over at the blonde’s neutral expression. “Have you ever been with a woman?”

“Right now,” Kayla said.

“No, I mean have you ever had sex with a woman?”

“No.”

“Good,” Emma said. “From now on, whenever you get horny, think about women, and making love to women.”

Kayla didn’t respond.

“And I want you to
think about seducing every woman in the book club,” Emma continued. “One by one. You’re going to think about having sex with them, and that will turn you on greatly. Is that clear?”

“Yes.”

Emma nodded to herself. That was her plan - not to actually order Kayla to
do
anything, but just to make her think certain things. If she continued being a selfish bitch, she’d pursue her wants, consequences be damned…

“
And don’t remember that I was here today,” Emma said, before fleeing for the safety of her own house.

She watched Kayla’s house for a paranoid half hour after she let go of the locket, but there seemed to be no reaction.
After a long period of self-doubt, Emma decided to creep back over and check for herself.

She
looked in window after window until she finally peered under a hastily shut curtain and saw Kayla in the living room. Her jaw dropped - the former model had her legs out on the glass book club table, and she was masturbating! Moving to get a better angle, Emma saw the television. Kayla was watching two naked women making out…

Returning to her own house in a daze, Emma took one last look up and down the street, and then slammed her door.

It had actually worked…

Lydia showed up not long after for their afternoon hang-out, wearing a tight-fitting green shirt that showed off her large breasts rather nicely.

“
You seem flustered again,” the brunette immediately pointed out, returning from the kitchen with two glasses of wine. “What did that bitch say to you?”

“Who?” Emma asked, suddenly on edge.

“Kayla. I saw you go over there.”

Mortified, Emma gulped her wine.

“That bad?” Lydia asked.

Emma decided she wasn’t going to get out of this one without a little grain of truth, and, besides, she actually wanted to talk about it with her best friend. “I went down on Kayla…”

Lydia stared at her, her brown eyes wide. “You
what?
”

“I…” Emma paused, taking another gulp. “I ate Kayla out.”

“She made you eat her out?” Lydia asked, incredulous.

Emma decided to go with that, rather than try to explain the much worse scenario. “Yeah.”

“That bitch! Let’s fucking call the cops!”

“No, no, it’s fine,”
Emma pleaded, seeing the situation spiral out of control. “I actually kind of enjoyed it.”

Lydia quieted almost immediately, and began looking at her with a strange curiosity.
“You did?”

“Yeah, just please don’t tell anyone. I know this won’t happen again, so if we just don’t say anything, it won’t matter.”

“I guess it’s up to you… but…”

“But what?”

“I’m kind of jealous.”

Emma laughed. “Of being blackmailed?”

Lydia sipped her wine with a smile. “No. I love getting eaten out.”

“Oh…”

They made small talk and drank more wine for the next hour or so, shedding clothes piece by piece with thinly veiled excuses. It wasn’t long before they were in just their underwear again, watching television, drinking wine, and sitting close on the couch.

“I’m so glad we can hang out like this…” Lydia said after their fourth glass of wine. “It’s really nice
not having to be all done up all day.”

“Yeah…
and masturbating whenever we feel like it,” Emma giggled, deeply buzzed. She’d drank a little more than she’d wanted. They both knew exactly what was going to happen between them, and her anticipation of it was a little different without the element of absolute control. She could have Lydia forget if she needed, surely, but that was a last ditch option if something went horribly wrong… and, secretly, she wanted this to happen. It seemed right, somehow, to do it with her best friend rather than a comatose Kayla…

“Speaking of whenever we feel like…”
Lydia gave a buzzed smile and lay her hand on Emma’s tummy.

Emma slid her hand down Lydia’s tummy, already excited.

In short order, they had their hands under each other’s panties again, rubbing and fingering the ways they liked. Emma was surprised at how quickly they’d learned each other’s favorite techniques - communicating with her best friend was really easy. That was why she already knew what Lydia was going to ask, once they were both breathing heavily and heated up.

“Hey…”
the brunette breathed, looking over.

“Yeah,” Emma said with a smile, moving down to the floor.

Lydia laughed and squeezed her legs together to help the easing off of her panties. She breathed deep in anticipation as the panties hit the floor, and she spread her legs.

Aroused as hell, drunk, and really enjoying herself, Emma
shared a disbelieving laugh with her best friend, and then grabbed her thighs and moved in.

Lydia’s lips were a bit more pronounced than Kayla’s, but the brunette was practically soaked.
Her responsive emotions were as intoxicating as her sharp scent - Emma kissed around her mound, teasing and smiling up.

“You bitch!”
Lydia said happily, arching up in protest.

She made a little ‘guilty as charged’ expression, and then, unable to
resist any long herself, she licked up Lydia’s left lip and down her right. The brunette shivered, and she took a deep lick up.

“So good…” Lydia breathed.

Eager, Emma penetrated her best friend with her tongue and then licked up repeatedly, drinking in her intimate flavor. She tasted much different from Kayla, but the flavor was still very much that of pussy, and Emma found herself enjoying it immensely. Even better, the body under her mouth and the thighs under her hands responded with every little motion…

But Lydia was already bucking and moaning low. A gush of juices wetted Emma’s chin, and she realized her friend was getting off. She kept up her effort, wishing the experience had lasted longer…

Lydia sighed and touched her hair. “That was amazing… I’m so horny, it’s ridiculous.”

Emma got up and sat on the couch, putting on a good face to hide her inexplicable disappointment.

“Don’t be stupid,” Lydia said with a wicked grin, seeing right through her. “I’m going to do you, don’t worry.”

Pleasantly surprised, Emma watched as her beautiful friend got on her knees between her legs. “Oh…
but I thought you’ve never gone farther…”

“I haven’t,” Lydia replied
, looking up at her. “But I think we’re close enough to do whatever we want.”

Emma bit her lip, fighting a huge smile, and Lydia gently pulled her panties down to her ankles, and then off.
The brunette slid her hands up and parted her legs, sharing excited glances on her way in.

She couldn’t help but feel Lydia seemed insanely beautiful for some reason… her best friend kept looking up at her as she licked, at first hesitant and exploring, then growing more enthusiastic… they maintained eye contact almost the entire time. Emma automatically began squeezing her own tits, adding her note to the pleasure Lydia’s tongue was pushing through her.

Instead of her mind going blank, her eye contact and emotional exchange with her best friend seemed to keep her right there in the moment, rolling against her mouth and watching her glistening tongue going to work. The moist muscle seemed to shock pure bliss into her nerves. She felt engaged in a way that hadn’t been possible when Bailey went down on her, nervous and unemotional as that had been…

She felt the heat push up into her chest, and then spread out into her limbs, and then she took a deep breath, held it - and orgasm tore through her. Lydia smiled as she licked, their eyes still loc
ked.

S
he couldn’t help but let out her deep breath as an accidental squeal of pleasure.

And then suddenly all stops seemed off, and she squeezed Lydia’s head with her thighs, and the brunette licked harder and faster, spiking her orgasm to unbelievable heights - and still they looked at each other
, sharing every moment.

Her internal clenching had hardly begun to fade before Lydia was climbing up and pressing her naked body against her, breasts against tits, soaked crotch against thigh - and lips against lips.

They kissed without a single hesitation, trading tongues and grasping at each other’s soft bodies desperately. They rolled over on the couch, and Lydia pressed on top of her, their warm bodies pressing together.

“Fuck
…” Lydia breathed between deep kisses.

“I know…
!” Emma said back, overwhelmed.

The brunette maneuvered their legs, and humped her thigh as they made out.
They tangled up a bit, and then Emma found a good position for Lydia to put pressure with her leg, and they writhed together, their desperate breaths mingling between intense kisses.

Totally caught up, Emma let the pressure against her mound fill her with pleasure, even as she pressed her own thigh up against Lydi
a, enjoying the heated wet folds against her skin.

It seemed like all of her nerves were on overdrive. Every touch, caress, kiss, and press went straight to her lower body like some sort of electricity.
Lydia leaned back to leverage their sexes against each other’s thighs harder, and Emma felt two hands grip her sides to assist.

Practically fucking each other now, Emma brought her hands up to squeeze Lydia’s large bouncing breasts, pulling her nipples
the way she knew her best friend liked. The brunette gave her a naughty smile and thrust harder, and they both struggled to keep going steadily as their second orgasms approached.