Gwen's Hypnosis (Lesbian Mind Control Erotica) (8 page)

A moment later, they were suddenly kissing.

Warm skin and hot breath mingled,
both feeling amazing against the cold.

"I've missed your taste," Gwen whispered between deep kisses.

Lydia pulled back, closing her eyes for a long moment. "I can't… I have a girlfriend…"

"But - what about all that sex in the dungeon and the shower -"

"That's different," she said, flustered. "That's something we did
together.
"

Gwen shook, nervous. "All that in the shower, she wasn't there… our chemistry
was real. That was the best sex I've ever had. I
dream
about that sixty-nine with you."

"It's lesbian sex," Lydia countered, stepping a foot back. "It's amazing, addictive, especially the first time. I
t's the same way the locket hooks people. That's all."

Heated, Gwen undid her belt and jeans button. She grabbed Lydia's hand and forced it down her pants. "You feel that?
You make me wet.
You're so fucking gorgeous, and you're a woman, and you
turn me on.
You can't wake me up to all this and then leave me out in the cold!"

Trembling, Lydia gave no immediate response. Her hand moved lightly
between panties and warm, wet skin.

Gwen closed her eyes, struggling to keep from shuddering at the private touch, strugg
ling to keep from spooking her companion.

"You turn me on, too," Lydia whispered. "That's why I chose you."

She tensed.

"That's right. It wasn't Emma's idea, it was mine. I have a thing f
or blondes, and I saw you at the bookstore, and I used the locket to keep redoing our conversations until I said just the right thing to get you to do what I wanted. I manipulated you into going down on me, and then, later, I used the locket to bring you to our house and put you in that cage."

Gwen listened to the entire confession in silence, her heart racing.
Reviewing her own memories, she could see now how their first conversation - in the bookstore, and in that changing room - had gone perfectly. Lydia had played her expertly, bringing her down that one rare path that actually brought to her knees to lick another woman… something that, at the time, she would have never consciously considered.

Strangely, the thought of her own manipulation and domination just turned her on more.
It was the flip side to what she'd just done to Grace on her wedding night…

She gripped Lydia's arm tighter, moving her hand against her heated sex. "I like it."

"What?" The brunette stared at her.

"I like what you did," she said again
. "It's
hot.
"

"…so you're not mad? You don't think I'm horrible?"
Her tone belied her own tortured insecurities.

Gwen shook her head sincerely.
"You're not horrible. You're beautiful."

They began kissing again, Lydia's hand now working intently down her pants.
The simmering energy between them intensified, and they backed up against a tree, exchanging tongues and breath.

Gwen sighed
and laid her head back against the tree as the hand against her mound grew more forceful.

Lydia kissed her taut neck,
trailing down to the limits of her jacket. Just as she was about to unzip it, she stopped and stood slowly. "I can't."

They moved apart.

Heart rate slowing, her face burning from embarrassment, Gwen hastily buttoned her pants back up.

"I really love Emma," Lydia said, almost apologetically. "
I'm sorry."

"It's fine," she replied, refastening her buckle. "I
didn't really think it through. I'm not sure what I expected to happen."

Lydia looked her up and down, biting her lip hard.
"It's really hard to say no to you."

They walk
ed back out of the woods in silence.

Approaching
the house, Lydia stopped on the porch. "I'll get that book and call you. I think it's important."

Disappointed
and still burning with arousal, Gwen just nodded and left for her car parked two blocks away.

Sitting at the wheel, she fought a strangely powerful urge to retrieve the locket, return to that house, and
make
Lydia give her what she wanted.

She laid her forehead against the chilly steering wheel,
unhappily torn. She wanted to do what she knew was right, but thinking about doing the wrong thing made her incredibly turned on. She curled her toes as wetness began seeping into her underwear, squirming in an attempt to escape the powerfully erotic notion that she could
take
anything she wanted.

When she began shaking while driving home, it became obvious she had to do something.

Retrieving the locket from its hiding place, she
returned to her car, driving at random down increasingly unfamiliar streets. Pressing her legs together to resist her growing urges, she tried to come up with some place she could go or something she could do that might release the tension.

This would be the last time using the locket, she promised herself. She just had to make it until Lydia got that book and they figured out some way to destroy it…

She found herself pulling into, of all places, a supermarket.

Walking along the back of the store, she peered down each aisle, seeking something that might satisfy her fix.
Random men and women populated the rows, but none suited her - until she came upon the beer aisle, where a young redhead stood, contemplating which brand to buy.

Gwen approached her on the sly, checking her out. The girl had to be
just about legal drinking age. Her skin looked very soft, and her cleavage - framed by a tight green shirt - was immediately eye-catching. She had a delicate chin and high cheekbones, and Gwen immediately imagined the girl's face between her legs.

There was no more fighting her urges. She gripped the locket in her left
jacket pocket and approached the girl. "Hey."

The redhead turned around with a smile, but her face immediately went blank as she fell into a trance.

Looking up and down the aisle to ensure a moment's privacy, Gwen leaned in close and whispered. "When you come out of this trance, I want you to lick me to orgasm." Heart pounding, she let go of the locket, too desperate to ask any further questions.

The girl blinked. Her gr
een eyes matched her shirt, and those eyes expressed a slight confusion.

Gwen took her by the shoulders, laid her down on the floor, unzipped and dropped her
own pants quickly - and sat on her face.

Whatever the girl had been thinking a moment ago, it was gone now, replaced by her
orders. She brought her tongue out without hesitation, pressing it against her steaming sex.

Sighing with long-awaited satisfaction, Gwen gripped
red hair between her fingers, urging the girl into licking her.

Her inexperienced tongue
went to work, parting lips and lapping randomly.

"Focus on my clit," Gwen said softly, chest heaving with increasing pleasure.

The girl nodded, focusing her efforts.

Gwen
watched the moist tongue flattened against her, parting her labia and pressuring her clit. As aroused as she'd already been, her juices quickly spread around the girl's mouth. It felt incredible…

A gasp sounded at the end of the aisle, and she saw
some old woman turn and almost run from the aisle. Two college-age guys stood at the other end of the row, dumbfounded.

"Better hurry up," she whispered to her temporary slave.

The girl made a muffled noise of understanding, and began licking with more force. She settled into an almost eager rhythm.

Gwen tensed her thighs, letting the white-hot bliss build up. She figured she could afford the time, since the locket gave her all the power she needed.
Indeed, when a large tie-wearing man rounded the corner with unhappy intent, she slid her hand in her jacket and raised her hand.

The manager froze.

"Go away," she said. "Go to your office and forget you saw this, after destroying that tape." She glanced up at the security camera she'd noticed high up behind him.

She let go of the locket, and he rushed off in a dutiful manner.

A crowd of random shoppers flowed by the ends of the aisle, either fascinated or disgusted in turn.

"I'm gonna come," she informed her slave. "Keep going just like that."

The girl made another little noise of understanding, her tongue sliding against clit in constant rhythm.

Gwen clenched, unable to keep her orgasm pent up any longer. She could feel a dozen eyes on her, and the thought of all those random people watching sent her over the edge.
She tilted her head back and clenched her jaw against the sheer power of the pleasure surging in her head and between her legs.

She moaned happily, and several onlookers murmured
in surprise.

Finally, a strong feeling of release drained out the rest of her orgasm, and she looked down to find the redhead's face running with juices.

"Thanks, that was just what I needed," she said downward.

The girl just laid ther
e, stunned. "Um, you're welcome…"

Gwen quickly climbed off of her, grabbe
d her pants, and pulled them up, intent on getting out of there as quickly as possible. She walked by many leering and shocked gazes, returning only a wicked smile to each of them. The two college guys that had watched the entire debacle high-fived each other, prompting her to laugh as she passed.

Back in her car, pulse racing with the audacity of what she'd done and gotten a
way with, she realized that she was already horny again. Her little stunt had only aroused her even more - and, worse, she'd given in and used the locket. She wasn't about to stop now.

Pulling up to a coffee shop drive
-through window, an insane idea seized her.

The
brunette apron-wearing barista that greeted her in the window had exactly the kind of body she'd hoped to see. Her uniform hid whatever cleavage she might have had, but she was slightly curvy in her cheeks.

Gwen was certain she would have an amazing, grabbable ass…

She could see the girl's coworkers behind the window, making the drink she'd ordered at the speaker. She wasn't sure how they would react, but she couldn't stop herself. She reversed her car, and then returned, a few feet further away from the window.

She gripped the locket.

"Drop your pants."

She complied immediately.

"Climb into the window," she ordered.

Blank-e
yed, the brunette barista climbed up and sat crouched on the window's wide sill in just her panties.  The sill looked wide enough to hold the girl's body flat without much discomfort…

"
Turn around, lie across the sill, and hang your ass out here."

Gwen quick
ly grabbed the strap-on and harness from her purse, exited her car, and slid it on over her jeans for lack of time. She spit in her hand, rubbed it on the toy's long shaft as best she could, and came up behind the girl.

"Stay where you are and don't make a sound until I'm gone," she ordered, letting go of the locket.

She could see the girl looking around in confusion, probably wondering why she was hanging from her drive-through window ass out. She got her answer a moment later.

Rushing with the thrill, Gwen slid inside her.

The car behind hers in the drive-through line immediately turned and drove away, honking angrily.

Unperturbed, she began thrusting, fucking the confused barista. She'd been right, too - the girl's ass was nice and round. She gripped it eagerly, surprised at how good thrusting into the girl felt.
Despite the jeans between her and the strap-on's pressure, each thrust brought a little flare of electric pleasure. Turned on beyond all belief, she began thrusting as hard as she could, desperately building the beginnings of an orgasm.

"The hell?" one of the other girls inside the coffee shop exclaimed. She and the other barista, a young man, stood frozen and staring.

Gwen grabbed the locket in her jacket for a moment. "You two just stand and watch until we're done."

The two were forced to comply, watching in shock.

Although the girl she was fucking couldn't make a sound, she did grip the window sill - not in an attempt to escape, but against the pleasure flushing
the back of her arms and neck red. She curled her head down, breathing hard, and began moving back against the massive presence inside her as best she could.

Hard thrusts - and the insanity
of what she was doing - quickly brought Gwen close to orgasm, but it was the shuddering of the girl under her hands that pushed her over the edge. They came at the same time, thrusting into each other.