Emma's Hypnosis (Lesbian Mind Control Erotica) (7 page)

She brought her fingers up and slid one into the model’s now soaked slit, and Kayla responded by lifting her butt up to better thrust against Julie’s fingers and tongue.

Emma felt her crotch growing sticky and heated. If she let her arousal grow too much more, she really wouldn’t be able to stop herself… she glanced at Lydia’s cleavage, excited to touch her best friend’s body again…

“What are you guys doing?” someone asked behind them - Sue!

“Shh!” Lydia whispered, pulling her hand away from between Emma’s legs slowly so as not to attract the housewife’s attention. She then tilted her head towards the door.

Curious, Sue crept up and peered through the crack,
seeing Kayla humping Julie’s eager face and hand, the blonde’s toned ass cheeks bouncing with the effort. “Oh. Oh my.” Sue turned away, flustered.

Suddenly, the sounds from inside the bedroom stopped.

Before they could react, the door swung open. Kayla stood there, her dress fixed. “What are you doing up here?” she demanded.

The three of them just stared at her. It was obvious they’d seen her.

“Fine,” she said, angry. “Get in here.”

They followed her into the bedroom, and she closed and locked the door.
Emma glanced at Lydia - they both seemed uncertain what Kayla intended. Julie stood at the back of the room, her chin hastily wiped dry, but her hand still wet.

“
Well, we’ve got to stop this gossip right here and now by making you all party to it,” the blonde said with an air of command. “Sue, on your knees.”

Kayla sat back and pulled up her dress, cinching it around her waist to leave her bottom half bare.

Sue looked at each of them in turn, her blonde curls bouncing with her nervous glances, and then she got on the floor.

“You don’t have to do this,” Lydia said suddenly. “We don’t have to do what Kayla says. Come on!”

Kayla glared at her. “Sue has confided in me many times. She knows that,
as friends
, I would never spill her secrets.” Her threat was clear.

Sue hung her head down meekly. “I don’t want to cause any trouble. Look, I really don’t mind.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Lydia shot back, angry.

Emma just watched, a little stunned, but mostly excited. This had all been her doing, really, and it turned her on like crazy for some reason…
it seemed a little mean, but she so very badly wanted to see the repressed housewife go down…

And Sue did, without so much as a pause.
She went to it with an air of resignation, as if she was used to such an act of one-way service. Kayla sighed as the blonde obediently lapped at her already-worked-up sex.

Sue made noises of enjoyment, well-pract
iced, but with a subtle undertone of not actually enjoying herself.

Her thoughts clouded by arousal herself, Emma exchanged confused glances with Lydia and Julie, their enmity temporarily forgotten.
Sue’s demeanor hinted at some sort of terrible sex life with her husband, probably related to whatever secrets Kayla held over her. And, more troubling, it seemed as if Kayla’s idea for a sexual servicing hierarchy might actually have some traction, if someone as normal and polite as Sue had been so easy to bring to heel…

“Mmm,” Sue muttered obediently,
keeping her hands folded on her knees as she made repeated deep licks against Kayla’s clit.

The model scrunc
hed her eyes closed and sighed. Her thighs tensed, and she made a sharp intake of breath - and then let out a few pants, as she came in front of them, Sue’s obedient and insistent tonguing finishing what Julie had started.

Finishing with a look of satisfaction on her face, Kayla opened her eyes and considered what to do with the rest of them.

“Julie, sit here,” she ordered. “Sue is yours now. I’ll initiate each woman and then decide who they’ll service…”

Flustered, but unwilling to resist Kayla, Julie sat on the bed and slid down her pants as ordered. Sue scooted over witho
ut a word, waiting at her feet.

Kayla’s attention turned to the two of them, still watching in shock.

“Lydia and Emma… hmm… what to do with you two?”

“You don’t control us,” Lydia said, fuming.

“You see, there’s this little problem,” Kayla said, ignoring her. “You two lesbians will probably actually enjoy licking out your betters. That defeats the purpose.”

Tingling with embarrassment and arousal, Emma’s glance strayed to the side of the bed, where Julie had her hand tight in blond curls, directing Sue’s obedient oral efforts
… until her attention turned to Lydia, who seemed red-faced angry - but she hadn’t denied Kayla’s accusation of the two of them being together.

Sud
denly, Emma felt reality surge back into her thoughts, along with a sharp sense of protectiveness for Lydia. She decided that Kayla’s ego and brutality had gone on long enough - but she worried that, if she used the locket waiting in her pocket, Lydia might have serious doubts of her own. How could her best friend ever be sure that what she felt was genuine?

“Hmmm…” Kayla mused aloud. “Yes, I know. Until we get this all set up, with you two regularly servicing
, let’s say, four women each, you’ll be my personal little show.”

Behind her, Julie began breathing deeply, enjoying herself.

Kayla stood and went to her closet, pulling out a strap-on, complete with harness. “Bought this little thing yesterday, for just something like this. You two are going to fuck on the floor.” She threw it at Lydia’s feet. “Let’s see which of you is the butch, shall we?”

Kayla sat back and began rubbing her reddened sex, watching them with a powerful lust.

It seemed quite clear to Emma that Kayla had gone slightly insane. Had the locket done this to her? Had it seriously messed with her head, having lesbian fantasies forced on her? Or had she always been this vicious, but without serious outlet for abusing her power? And she was in a position of power over most of the women on the street, ready to use her secrets and influence to destroy everyone’s lives if they didn’t satisfy her sadistic desires…

“
I’m not doing anything you say,” she said through clenched teeth, reaching for her pocket, intent on ending everything, even if it meant Lydia finding out about the locket.

“
It’s fine,” Lydia said softly, touching her arm. “I don’t mind…” She turned to Kayla. “And you’ll let us go after?”

The blonde model narrowed her eyes a little. “
Yes. For now.”

Angry but resigned, Lydia began undressing, while Kayla watched with eager eyes and rubbed herself.

“Fuck me,” Lydia whispered, looking up.

“Are you sure?” Emma asked.

Lydia nodded. “Trust me. And be ready.”

Curious as to her best friend’s plan,
Emma stripped to her panties and bra, while Lydia kept just her bra to support her large breasts.

“All of it,” Kayla ordered
her, sliding a finger inside herself.

Setting her jaw, Lydia slipped her bra off and let her breasts swing free.

Her skin running with electricity from the situation’s sexuality and strangeness, Emma stripped, too. She figured she could just get each woman later and make them forget, if she had to… her body very much wanted this… but that would mean using the locket on Lydia… still conflicted, and now naked, she slid the harness on, oddly excited.

Lydia got on all fours and lifted her ass in the air, her forehead on the carpet. Instinctively, Emma leaned down, wetting her best friend’s exposed sex
with her tongue.

“I knew it!” Kayla said, her eyes half-closed with lust. “You two
are
lesbians…”

Saying nothing, Emma licked and spit a few times, heating up with the familiar tastes and scents, all of which had become indicators of passionate sex to her body.
Once Lydia seemed ready, she dug her knees and feet into the carpet, and guided the strap-on between engorged lips.

Lydia let out a deep, strained breath, adjusting to the presence inside her.

Growing moans cut into her awareness - Julie, approaching orgasm under Sue’s tongue. On the bed, Kayla masturbated hard, her hand halfway inside herself.

Emma looked back down, at Lydia’s sleek back, and she
softly ran her hands around the brunette’s firm ass cheeks, pressed against her thighs. A curious sensation bubbled around beneath her heart, and it occurred to her that she was feeling more than a little emotional connection with her best friend. She was so beautiful it was almost painful…

Gently, they began to
thrust. Emma watched the toy slide in and out of her best friend’s pussy; she watched as glistening lips slid and stretched with each pump.

Gripping the carpet, Lydia moaned with pleasure.

Excited, Emma slid her hands to a better hold on her best friend’s ass cheeks and began thrusting harder.

“Yeah, just like that,” Kayla breathed, her tone sultry.

Ignoring her, Emma focused on the rhythm between the two of them, and they began fucking at a rapid pace.

Lydia began moaning louder, r
eally starting to enjoy herself, even as Julie let out a few suppressed groans. The redhead held a hand over her own mouth as she came, barely louder than Sue’s practiced noises of enjoyment.

Kayla’s legs quivered, and a gush of juices wet the bed under her bare ass. Emma watched her as she fucked; the model kept her eyes closed, breathing in like she was meditating…
and then she opened her eyes and watched her fuck Lydia. She began masturbating again a moment later.

“Emma…” Lydia breathed between strained pants of pure enjoyment.

“Yeah?”

The brunette turned her head to the side, barely able to see her out of the corner of her eye. “I think… we should… go on a date… after this…”

Filled with warmth, Emma smiled. “I’d like that.”

Kayla made an excited noise and began masturbating even harder.

Emma looked over at her. “You like that?” she demanded, her anger surging.

The model never got to answer. Julie grabbed her arm.

“What the hell are you doing?” Kayla demanded.

Suddenly, Emma pitched forward - Lydia pulled away, and, naked, she rushed to the bed and held Kayla’s other arm.

The blonde thrashed against them, but her dress, tangled up around her upper body, made it difficult. “I’ll scream!” she threatened.

“No you won’t,” Lydia said. “You want this.”

“How did you two coordinate that?” Emma asked, dazed.

“We used to be
good friends,” Lydia commented, looking over at Julie. “And I don’t think anybody wants to be this bitch’s sex slave.”

Next to the bed, wiping her chin dry, Sue shook her head in agreement.

“What do we do?” Julie asked, gulping.

“Give her what she wants,” Lydia guessed.

Kayla glared at each of them, making constant threats that seemed strangely insincere.

Catching her breath, Lydia looked over. “You want to use that thing on her?”

Emma raised her eyebrows, and then lowered them, angry. “Yes.”

She climbed on the bed
, eagerly sliding the slickened toy into the writhing model’s puffy slit. Kayla took in a sharp breath and arched her back up, but she didn’t seem to be struggling too hard.

Tired from fucking her best friend, but highly motivated, Emma thrust against Kayla with a
ll the force of her resentment.

“Oh god…” the model breathed, and, then… they were movi
ng in a rhythm, fucking in sync, while Julie and Lydia held her down.

“She likes it!” Julie commented. “Is that what this insanity is all really about?
Her fulfilling her… fantasies?”

Lydia nodded. “I’ve seen alpha bitch types act out like this before.
What she really wants is to be made to submit.”

Sue coughed. “Um, I’m… rather turned on… do you think I could…?”

They watched her in confusion as she dropped her pants, but her intent became clear as she climbed past them and over Kayla’s head. Squeezing the blonde’s head with her thighs, Sue looked down. “Eat my pussy, stupid bitch!” Then she looked around and giggled. “Sorry for the swearing.”

Laughing, Lydia and Julie held Kayla tighter, and the model sighed happily as she bounced against Emma’s thrusting - and then she tilted her head up, and
Sue dropped down. Kayla began licking in earnest.

“
Who’s the
fucking lesbian
now?” Lydia said triumphantly.

Kayla just moaned happily as she licked and bounced.

Julie looked at her, questioning. “You mean you two aren’t…?”

“Maybe a little bit,” Lydia admitted
, smiling over at Emma.

“Wow,” Julie said, looking down to watch Kayla lick and suck on Sue’s clit. “Then I guess you’re the only ones in the neighborhood with a working relationship.”
She gave a self-deprecating laugh.