Gwen's Hypnosis (Lesbian Mind Control Erotica) (6 page)

Gwen stared into her wine to avoid looking at anyone else. Mona had been
joking?
And Grace had just laughed it off, as if the idea was preposterous? But it had seemed such an obvious play for a drunken foursome… glancing up, she saw Grace hastily look away.

She had an unbelievably daring idea at that moment, something she would never have gone for if she didn't have the locket in her purse outside the jacuzzi. If things went horribly wro
ng, she could just erase it all…

Gulping, she moved her foot forward inch by in
ch beneath the surging bubbles, feeling across the hidden bottom. Eventually, her big toe made contact with a soft foot.

Grace glanced at her briefly, still talking to Mona about whatever it was they were discussing… but her gaze lingered just a split second too long.

Steeling herself, Gwen raised her foot, tracing up the gorgeous bride's leg.

Grace paused for a barely perceptible moment between sentences, but then continued talking and sipping her wine.

Using all her concentration to act casual while her mind surged with amazement, disbelief, and excitement, she moved her foot forward ever so carefully…

To her credit, Grace gave absolutely no visible indication that another woman's foot had just slid up against her bare mound.

Pretending to stretch and relax, heart racing, Gwen applied gentle pressure, rubbing as best she could without giving herself away.

"What about
you?" Grace asked, turning slightly to face her - a cover for setting up a better angle, and, judging by the subtle smirk on her face, a torturous tease.

"Um, uh," Gwen stumbled, feeling like everyone in the jacuzzi could suddenly see her outstretched leg under the bubbles. "What was the question?"

"What were your college days like?" Grace asked, the edges of her mouth rising slightly as the foot against her mound went back to work.

Richard looked on wit
h a slightly dark expression, probably sensing something strange was going on, but not consciously aware of it.

"Oh you know, lots of drinking and partying," Gwen responded, riding high on the craziness of what she was doing.
"Nothing quite like this, though."

The bride's face and neck began to flush red with
a little more than the water's heat. She closed her eyes for a long moment, and then looked over. "Richard, honey, do you mind getting us more ice? It's your turn."

Crumpling his just-finished beer, he clambered out with no attempt at modesty. "Perfect timing," he said, grabbing a towel and his pants.

The moment he left, both women sank a half-foot in the water.

Finally in a good position, Gwen rubbed hard with her foot.

Grace leaned back and began breathing deeply, her firm breasts rising from the water with each heave. She shook slightly, and tensed with a rather obvious orgasm. Her staccato panting finally tapered off just as the door to the suite opened again.

"What the fuck was that?" Mona asked quietly,
looking back and forth between her two friends. Her expression turned to wide-eyed shock as the truth dawned on her.

"Here we are," Richard said, entering the room with the ice bucket and another beer.
"Something wrong?"

Mona shook her head. "Umm, no, just… a shocking tale of indiscretion from our college days."

Richard's brow darkened. "Well, what is it?"

Grace seemed to lose her orgasmic high almost immediately. "
Nothing, honey, don't worry about it."

"
I want to know," he said flatly, almost glaring at his new wife. "Mona, what exactly did she do in college?"

Mona coughed, visibly uncomfortable at the sudden shift in mood.
"Um, it wasn't her. It was Gwen."

He immediately lightened up. "Oh." Dropping his pants, he slid back into the water
, taking up his prior spot like nothing had happened.

Grace stood, frowning, and clambered out.

"Come on!" Richard called after her. "We've got guests! Don't do this right now."

"Awkward…" Mona said, sliding down an inch or two in the bubbles.

"I'll go talk to her," Gwen said, standing. She made sure to draw out her motions, watching Richard track her breasts with his eyes - she understood a little more now.

Wrapping a towel around herself and grabbing her purse, she moved through the large livi
ng room and entered the bedroom. She found the brunette bride sitting on the bed, fuming and glaring at the wall, arms crossed over her bare breasts.

"He can be so…" Grace made a noise of frustration and clawed her hands.

Surging with adrenaline and opportunity, Gwen sat next to her. She decided to go for it, and rely on the locket in her purse if she screwed everything up. "Look, I'm not your friend," she said quietly, so that Richard and Mona wouldn't hear. "And I don't know what's going on in your marriage. But you're fucking gorgeous, and I would love to get you off."

Grace's jaw dropped an inch, her dark green eyes wide.

"Judging by that little stunt in the hot tub…" she continued.

"I haven't ever had an orgasm with him," Grace whispered, interrupting.
"It was really stupid, doing that in front of him, in front of Mona… I'm just so desperate…"

Gwen knew, then, that she had the woman.
All she could do was strike and hope they had time before her new husband came in with his inevitable apologies.

Taking each of Grace's arms, she gently moved them down, exposing her firm tits.
"Ever been with a woman?"

Grace shook her head, staring like a deer in headlights.

"A woman knows what a woman needs," Gwen whispered, sliding her hands up to knead and cup. "I'm going to make you feel really good, alright?"

Visibly entranced by her own long-frustrated needs, Grace just nodded.

Keeping her gaze locked on those wide green eyes, Gwen took a soft nipple between her lips, stimulating it with her tongue until it hardened. "You're really beautiful," she whispered.

Grace took in a deep breath
.

Gwen moved to the other nipple, hardening it with gentle sucks.
Her massaging hands moved to the woman's sides, and then she pushed her lightly on her back.

"I've got to… I'm…" Grace mumbled half-formed excuses, looking toward the door to the bedroom.

"Relax," Gwen whispered, kissing down her athletic tummy. "I'm going to make you come. Is that alright?"

The new bride just made a low desperate mewling noise… and nodded.

Her large labia framed her delicate slit rather prettily, and her strip of trimmed light brown hair suited her mound perfectly - of course, Gwen thought to herself. Her body was just amazing. It would be a pleasure to make her feel good.

She circled gentle kisses around her heated mound, still sensing the heat of the jacuzzi
. She kept teasing until Grace finally made a little pleading motion.

That titillated her. She wanted this gorgeous newlywed to
want it
… it was criminal, being in a relationship without orgasms like that. She could show Grace a world of pleasure she hadn't considered before…

She watched those green eyes flutter as her tongue made first contact. She could see the shock as it hit home that a woman was really licking her pussy.
The visible pleasure came a moment later, erasing that moment of doubt.

Gwen luridly parted those large
labia with her tongue, giving a good view of what she was doing. It was important that Grace watched… the woman's sharp intake of breath hinted that it was starting to feel really good.

Throwing the last vestiges of her towel on the floor, Gwen used one hand to caress Grace's thigh, and the other to rub herself. This was what she'd fantasized about it so powerfully in the shower, and each night of the last week…
her fifth pussy tasted light and smooth, much like Grace herself.

A small part of her still wondered what the hell she was doing, on her knees going down on a newlywed bride with her husband two rooms over… but the satisfaction of her growing craving was too fulfilling to stop.

She took each of Grace's labia between her lips, sucking gently and eliciting a happy little moan. She drew one out, holding on with her mouth and gazing upward, making sure Grace was watching and captivated.

She moved down, pressuring the
inner base of her sex with her tongue, lapping up her growing juices. "God, why do you taste so good?" she said quietly.

Grace squirmed.

A slight noise from the other room reminded Gwen she probably didn't have long. She had to make this gorgeous woman come and then go back in there like nothing had happened… now, how had Rachel done it…?

She brought
her free hand up.

Grace instinctively sucked on two of her fingers, wetting them.

Those fingers found their way inside her a moment later, one at a time, seeking her G spot.

Getting a good rhythm dow
n, Gwen added her tongue to her companion's now-exposed little clit.

"Holy fuck," Grace whispered, her face screwing up
as a red flush worked its way up her body. She tensed and squirmed in time with the ministrations.

Gwen smiled happily as she fingered, sucked clit, and masturbated.
It felt incredible to know how much pleasure she was giving another woman; after a week without licking pussy, the experience felt almost spiritual.

She rode the new bride's bucking all the way through, bringing her to a panting, clenching, thrashing orgasm.
The subsequent gush of juices was all the confirmation she needed of her success.

Grace fell back on the bed, leaning on one arm and staring at her.

Gwen just waited, idly rubbing her own aching sex, matching the woman's confused and satisfied gaze. She knew exactly what was running through the mind behind those dark green eyes, and she knew exactly how it would turn out - she'd made Grace come, just as she promised, and now the new bride was hers, whether she knew it yet or not.

She could already sense the change in inhibitions. As the aftershocks of orgasm echoed through Grace, she'd be far more willing
to explore sex with another woman, possibly even eager…

Yep, Gwen thought, there it was.

Grace grabbed her and pulled her up, kissing her hard.

Almost laughing at how right she'd been, Gwen pushed on top of the new bride, pressing their
breasts together. She wanted this woman to feel everything
she'd
felt with Lydia in that shower -

"What the fuck is this?" Richard demanded, his half-empty beer crumpled in his hand with angry force.

Grace froze in terror, but Gwen looked back at him with flaring eyes, like a predator crouched overs its prey. That venomous instinct seemed to take over, and she reached down the side of the bed into her purse, gripping the locket. A quick flick of her fingers completed the chain.

"Sit down, Richard," she practically spat.
"And
stay there.
Don't speak."

He moved
to a chair in the corner, eyes blank.

She unhooked the locket and left it in her purse.

Grace jumped, coming out of her momentary trance a little disoriented. She watched Richard fearfully, but he just sat in his chair, himself confused. "Honey, I -" she began, but Gwen cut her off with a finger to her lips.

"Shhh.
We're going to make love, and he's not going to interfere."

Grace blinked
, visibly confused. She probably thought her husband had set this all up somehow… but she didn't think it through very much. Quickly accepting her own half-formed excuse, she nodded.

"That's a good girl."

They began kissing again, bodies entwining.

Gwen glanced over at Richard once or twice, watching him fume and rage in helpless silence.
"I'm going to make you come again," she said to Grace, watching him burn with anger in reaction to her words - and all that they implied.

L
aying her head back on a pillow, Grace nodded, her eyes low with lust.

"But first…" she climbed up on her knees, positioning herself over the newlywed.
"Let's satisfy your curiosity."

Her guess was proven right when Grace
gave a light moan of excitement and gripped her ass cheeks. There was no hesitation, no moment of contemplation - the brunette dove right in, thrusting her tongue straight up.

Gwen shuddered at the moist firmness exploring her. She grinned over, and Richard glared hate-filled daggers back.
She'd sensed some jealousy and tension over Grace's curiosities and his inability to satisfy her, and, for some reason, it was enormously gratifying to make him sit and watch his greatest fear unfold. "How is it?" she said downward, not turning her grin and gaze from Richard's glare.