Lesbian Mind Control Adventures: One (2 page)

The Control was buried deep in the woman's brain, doing exactly what Stacey wanted her to do. She ran her tongue up and down her mound, probing her cunt with the tip, before slathering its length against her clit.
She had never licked a pussy before in her life, but thanks to the Control she was an expert.

Stacey ground her body against the woman's mouth mercilessly, keeping her hand firmly on her head. Her eyes however were on
Erica and Sophia. The black woman had got the strap-on into position as if she'd done this before. Stacey knew she hadn't, but she'd thought about it a lot.

While Stacey enjoyed
Amber’s tongue, Erica pushed Sophia down over the arm of the couch, exposing her ass fully for everyone to see.

"Spank it first," Stacey said, wrapping her leg around
Amber’s head. The woman struggled a bit, but the Control wouldn't let her give up. Erica snatched up one of the riding crops from the coffee table, and began to tenderize Sophia’s ass. Stacey let her scream into the top of the couch. She didn't tell the black woman with the crop and the strap-on when to stop. She let her go, while her eyes wandered to Rachel and Tara, who without prompting had shed their panties and we vigorously finger-fucking each other while kissing deeply. Tara even had a finger stuffed into Rachel’s ass.

Stacey felt an explosion of her juices against
Amber’s mouth, but she wasn't letting the woman up—her mouth was too good for that.

She got
Erica finally to stop striking Sophia’s caramel ass, and the woman's sobs were delicious…easily heard over the groans of delight coming from Rachel and Tara.

"Stick the other end of the crop in her cunt," Stacey ordered, through gasps of her own.

Erica flicked the cane over and jammed it eagerly into Sophia. The thick grooved end made the woman squeal. Erica worked it in and out hand and fast, with the added benefit of stroking the clit of the Latina with her curled finger. Despite her protests Sophia’s sobs now were not from pain, and when she came it was hard and violent. The wet sounds from her cunt gave her away as well as her cries and squeals into the seat of the couch.

Stacey reached down and grabbed
Amber by the ears, fucking her face hard, grinding herself mercilessly against the woman mouth, nose and cheeks. Amber was going to tasting and smelling her for many days after this one.

Tara
and Rachel meanwhile had snatched up the vibrators and butt plug like kids with a desire for too much candy. Rachel was plugging Tara’s ass while licking her cunt like a Labrador. These five had been so easy...and were so good.

Stacey barely had to use the Control on them now, but she wanted to command
Erica some more. Sophia was looking up at her friend, her face wet with tears and sweat. Stacey could feel the woman's shame at her reaction. "Please Erica, I can't..."

Stacey moved
Erica’s hand. The blow hit her on her cheek, leaving a sharp red mark.

"Oh, now you have to fuck her in the ass," Stacey said, her own breath coming out hot and ragged. The Control now worked like a whip on
Erica. Pinning her friend down with one hand, she spread her open with the other. From her angle Stacey could see how red and wet Sophia’s cunt had gotten. That lizard brain was getting exactly what it wanted.

Erica
spat between Sophia’s butt cheeks—that consideration the only concern she showed her friend. Then she pressed the thick, hard strap-on against her ass. Sophia shrieked and gave a wriggle, but it was too late. Erica angled herself a little bit above her friend's trembling ass, and then plunged down hard. Her tits bounced as she began to really get into it. Something about seeing that cock disappear into Sophia’s tight little asshole triggered her darkest desires, and she really let go.

Stacey was not using the
Control at all. She was able to lie back and face fuck Amber, while Erica got into her role as defiler.

Indeed, s
he slammed into Sophia’s ass like she'd been doing it all her life. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh in a deep rhythm was deeply sexy and told Stacey she was doing her job right.

Erica’s
tongue darted over her lip, as her eyes remained fixed on what she was doing to her friend. Sophia’s shrieking turned sobs, and then finally as her own darkest desires took over, she began to pant. Erica hammered away on that ass, making and jump and dance, but she eventually reached down and shoved her finger against Sophia’s clit, wriggling her finger back and forth in time with her strokes.

Stacey bucked against
Amber’s mouth, and then got the woman to shove one of her own fingers into Stacey's ass. It was painful but just what this moment needed.

"No, I can't," wailed
Sophia. She couldn't believe she was getting ass fucked and loving every hot and painful second of it.

One glance over told Stacey that
Tara and Rachel were fucking each other hard. Rachel was gasping as both her holes were filled by Stacey's products. Erica’s nipples were hard enough to cut glass, and her taunt brown thighs were covered with her own juices.

“Fuck each other,” Stacey groaned. “Fuck each other until it hurts. I want you bitches to walk out of here feeling it for days. Your husbands won’t be able to give you this much pleasure…only these women can do this.”

Erica wrapped her fist in her friend’s long, dark, sweat soaked hair, bending her backwards in a U shape, as she increased the tempo on Sophia’s wriggling ass. Stacey appreciated the view of Sophia’s jiggling tits as she took what her friend was giving out.

And it was
Sophia that went there first. As Erica’s hard rubber cock claimed her ass, stretching it wide, her body finally gave up another orgasm. She screamed and howled into the now damp surface of the couch, sobbing like an animal. Sophia roared after her, the pounding of that cock and balls against her own crotch doing its work.

Rachel
and Tara were sixty-nineing, mercilessly licking each other while plugging their asses with Stacey’s equipment. While they came against each other, Stacey wrapped her thighs around Amber, and squirted all over her face and mouth. For a moment she lost the reigns of the situation, as they fell into a pit of hot, female orgasm.

The Control was done with her. As the women, sweaty and limp disentangled themselves from her, she knew that this would not be their last time.
She’d make sure of that.

She
levered herself up from the chair, pulled down her skirt and looked at them with a wicked smile. “I’m going to leave my samples and contact details here with you, ladies. Buy everything you need from me, and you’ll get more of this. Much more.”

She took in their still erect nipples and damp cunts. “
Amber here has yet to be fucked properly. I suggest you do that while you still have an hour or two before your families get home.”

She pushed
the woman down onto the floor with the tip of her high heel. “Fuck her hard, she’s been good.”

And with that, Stacey turned and left them to their own newly discovered desires. She had a strong feeling that their weekly gatherings would now be more than about books and playing bingo. She felt she’d done them an
immense favor. They’d buy enough for her to meet her sales for the month, and come begging for more. She’d have to put this group on her regular list. It would be fascinating to see what they would be like in a month.

As Stacey shut the door behind her, she heard Amber begin to giggle and squeal. Four on one; those were the kind of odds Stacey liked.

The MILF Ladies

Holly stepped into the showers at the gym, and let the hot water work its wonderful magic her body. Around her she could hear the chatter of the other women from her class, but blocked it out and just concentrated on enjoying this moment of solitude before the workday started where it was just her the soap and the stinging water.

As it ran over the toned body she worked so hard on, she began to think to the day ahead. With Emily and Jason both at camp for the summer, she had been able to dive head first into the cases that had been piling up. Holly, the intern she had taken on would be arriving at nine and then they’d tackle the tax season.

She stepped out of the shower, her mind bubbling with ideas, and ran a towel over her legs and body. She was proud of the fact that even at thirty-five she still had the lean form she’d had in college. Her breasts might not be huge, but they were still firm after two kids and her ass was still tight enough to draw wolf-whistles.

Quickly she ran a towel through her short, dark hair, and got dressed in jeans and a white tank top—just enough to get her home. Since Holly worked from there she enjoyed being able to get in a morning workout, and she didn’t have to worry about traffic either. It was only fifteen minutes at the most to her comfortable home that she’d got in the divorce from Emily and Jason’s father over a year ago.

After waving goodbye to the gym receptionist, Mary, Holly went out in the parking lot and strode towards the green mustang that she’d paid for herself. She was proud of that too.

“Holly?”

She spun around at the mention of her name; a woman’s voice, but one that she didn’t recognize. Still it sounded friendly.

A petite Asian woman was smiling in her direction as if they had met previously. She was nearly a foot smaller than Holly, dressed in a tight black mini skirt and white blouse, with a killer pair of heels on. Strange to think that at this time in the morning someone was so well dressed, but not at work yet.

Holly frowned slightly. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

“Sure,” the woman replied, a sweet and forgiving smile on her face, “we met last month at that meeting?”

She held out her hand, and on reflex Holly took it. Immediately, warmth travelled up her arm and lodged somewhere in her brain. Suddenly things seemed strangely fuzzy. Holly let out a slow sigh, as the beautiful young Asian woman smiled, but her smile was no longer sweet…it was decidedly wicked.

“My name…since we didn’t ever really met, is Kaori. Now wait here.”

In the back of Holly’s mind was a small voice wondering what was happening. Her body felt so languid and distant, that as much as she called to it, it didn’t respond. The woman’s words however were very, very important.

She turned her head to watch Kaori, who was standing by the door to the gym, but Holly didn’t move. Kaori had told her to wait, so she did. She would have stayed there even if she’d been on fire.

The petite Asian girl greeted Crystal as she came out of the door. The younger woman was someone Holly knew a little by sight. She was one of those overly groomed woman, who lunched a lot, and had nannies to look after their kids. She’d also spent a lot of time on her appearance, long white-blonde hair extensions, and ridiculously huge breasts on a rail thin body. In short, Crystal was not the type of woman Holly was usually friends with. She cared about her body, but work was also very important.

Yet, Kaori was coming back towards Holly with Crystal following along right behind as if she were a well trained dog. Crystal had her tits stuffed into a tiny sports bra, and was wearing a matching pair of yoga pants that looked as though they had been painted on.

Holly’s best friend Allison had called Crystal skanky the one time their paths had crossed at the hair salon, and in this moment Holly agreed. Yet her opinion hadn’t been asked, and strangely she found she couldn’t voice it.

Kaori flicked her hair back at looked the two women up and down as if they were in a shop window. She tapped one fingernail against her teeth before saying, “Tell me ladies, do you have plans for today?”

Crystal licked her large lips, her blue eyes glassy. “No, my nanny has the kids all day, and they won’t be back until dinner.”

Holly wanted to tell Kaori it was none of her business, but the words popped out of her mouth instead. “No, just work. I should…”

The Asian woman tilted her head up slightly so she met Holly’s gaze. “No work for you today, Holly. We’ll go to your house though.”

It was so strange, but Holly meekly unlocked her car. Kaori and Crystal slid into the back seat as if she were their chauffeur. As they drove the short distance, Holly’s eyes drifted to the rear vision mirror where she could see her passengers.

Crystal had her hand inside Kaori’s shirt, rubbing the full breast of the Asian girl with considerable delight. Kaori’s gaze locked with Holly’s, even as she leaned back in the seat. The corners of her mouth jerked slightly.

As Crystal began to lick and nibble on her neck, Kaori spoke. “You can probably both feel it, the Control. Some women, a very few lucky ones, are born with it. It is the ability to make anyone do what they want. At first you won’t like it much. Still I’m going to do things to you you’ve never imagined—but don’t worry, after awhile you’ll start to like it.”

Holly shook her head, feeling her hands tremble on the wheel, and she wondered if she was in fact dreaming. How could she be in this situation only moments after a normal start to her day?

They pulled into her driveway, and by then Kaori was kissing Crystal long and hand in the back seat. She had her hand between the younger woman’s taunt thighs and was eliciting groans from the woman like she was a musical instrument.