Gwen's Hypnosis (Lesbian Mind Control Erotica)

by X, Lexie

  "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 living 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 down, 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.

  Laying 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.

  "Oh, incredible," Grace breathed between tonguings. "You taste so good…"

  Gwen's smirk widened, and Richard's face turned red with inexpressible rage.

  Grace took a moment to breathe. "What should I do? What feels good?"

  "Lick my clit. I want to come on your face."

  "Yeah!" Grace shot back, eager. She flattened her tongue and began lapping against the top of Gwen's sex, stimulating her clit. "This is so much fun!"

  Gwen nodded, agreeing, as surging pleasure forced her to curl forward. She put one hand on the pillow above her companion's head, taking care to avoid her strewn hair, and used her other hand to squeeze and knead her own right breast. The stimulation in her chest and between her legs combined into a very pleasurable feeling.

  She squeezed her thighs against Grace's head, and the woman moaned happily in response, enjoying herself.

  The pleasure soon became impossible to manage. As much as Gwen wanted to prolong the experience for her first-time pussy licker, orgasm forced itself upon her, freezing her muscles and shaking her with bliss.

  "Mm, I felt you come," Grace said, running her hands up and down soft thighs and ass. "It's indescribable…"

  Gwen dismounted, breathing hard. "Yes, yes it is."

  The new bride sat up and wiped her chin, a deep satisfaction evident in her cheeks.

  Gwen reached down, taking her recently purchased strap-on and harness out of her purse. She'd felt completely nuts going to that seedy store and buying it, but thoughts of what Emma had made her feel with a similar toy spurred her to do it.

  Now she was glad she'd bought it.

  She put Grace on her hands and knees and faced her away from her husband so she wouldn't see her husband's anger and despair - curiously, she never bothered to look over at him anyway.

  Tightening the harness, Gwen shook her head, almost unable to believe the incredible change that had come over her. A week ago, she would have called herself straight, but here she was, about to fuck a new bride with a strap-on…

  Rubbing Grace's puffy mound to make sure she was wet enough, she slowly slid the large black toy inside.

  Grace mewled and gripped the sheets.

  Pleasantly surprised by the experience, Gwen drew the toy out again, watching those large labia wetly grip the shaft. Was this what men saw? What a beautiful, animalistic sight…

  She glanced over at Richard again. His anger was gone, replaced with open and silent tears. He'd dropped his towel and begun stroking himself in despair.

  Instead of pity, Gwen only felt disgust. "Does it turn you on when I fuck your wife?" she asked.

  His face screwed up with pain, but he only began stroking himself faster.

  Turning away from him, she focused on thrusting against Grace. The physics of her hips against the woman's thighs was completely new to her, but the smooth back stretching in front of her turned her on enough to spur her forward. They quickly found a rhythm, fucking doggy-style with eagerness.

  Grace's pants and moans filled the air. "Harder," she breathed. "Fuck me!"

  "Oh yeah?" Gwen asked, gripping her slender shoulder. "You like that?"

  They began thrusting against one another with passionate force.

  Gwen threw herself into the effort, feeling a rising pleasure from the pressure against her sex. She imagined what Emma must have felt - it was incredible, being in control like this, being the one doing the fucking for the first time in her life. She could see how this feeling could become addictive.

  Unused to those motions, she quickly grew tired and sweaty, but it didn't take long for Grace's moans to reach a crescendo. She shrieked once, thrusting back with all her might, and then curled up with orgasm.

  Gwen kept up her effort, fucking pleasure into her companion as long as she could.

  Finally, Grace collapsed - but then immediately grabbed Gwen and rolled her on her back.

  Surprised and tired, Gwen lay on the pillows and watched as Grace desperately mounted her.

  On bent knees, the newlywed began moving up and down on the erect toy, fucking herself.

  Her breasts hung down, and Gwen cupped them, sucking on each nipple happily.

  Grace rolled against her, half lost in another world of animalistic fucking.

  When she got some energy back, Gwen contributed, thrusting her hips up.

  The brunette's breathing deepened, and her thrusts grew more focused. Her orgasm this time came long and low, an extended affair that left her dripping sweat.

  Gwen blinked as the sweat fell on her forehead, turned on even more by Grace's sheer desperate need. She rolled again, keeping the strap-on inside her lover, winding up on top of her.

  It was Grace's turn to suckle and play with the breasts in her face, while Gwen gripped the sheets and fucked her as hard as she could.

  Their rhythm turned into desperate gripping and thrusting, both women pulling at one another, sweating profusely, and building an incredible energy between them.

  The pressure against her sex - and the sheer passion of their lovemaking - was finally getting to Gwen. She could feel a deep, fiery pleasure building, and she fought through tired muscles to push both of them faster and harder.

  Gripping each other, fucking, panting, and screaming, they came together. Thighs quivered, tummies tensed, and they both curled bodily into one another, shivering through intense orgasm.

  A time of calm followed, both women recovering. Caressing one another and kissing lightly, they exchanged whispers about how incredible it had been.

  Gwen glanced at Richard, finding him practically dripping tears and still stroking himself furiously. She looked away, disgusted.

  Grace finally noticed. She only seemed slightly surprised. Still running a hand along Gwen's body, she addressed him. "Richard, honey, I don't think I can marry you. I've got some things I need to think about… and besides, look at you. You're pathetic."

  "Please," he begged, still stroking. "I'll do anything not to lose you."

  "Anything?" she asked, her eyes neutral.

  "Anything!"

  Grace sighed. "Gwen, I'd like to be alone with my husband now."

  Nodding, Gwen clambered out of the bed, grabbed her towel and purse, and closed the bedroom door behind her, wondering what the hell she'd stumbled into - and what dynamic she might have inadvertently sparked in their marriage.

  She found Mona stone drunk, passed out on a couch in the main room.

  Covering her friend's nakedness with a blanket, she sighed. Her exhausted and satisfied body still carried a spark of lust - she briefly fancied going down on her passed out friend.

  She shook her head, taking the locket out of her purse.

  Was this wh
at it did to people?

  With a temporarily clear head, she could look back on what she'd just done with some shock. Seducing a bride on her wedding night, forcing her husband to watch, and now considering licking her unconscious friend's pussy - what the hell had gotten into her?

  She rubbed her thigh idly.

  The sex had been amazing, though…

  ***

  Chapter 4

  Lydia rolled over in bed, head pounding. It felt like a week-long hangover that was only now beginning to fade, and Emma seemed even worse. Her girlfriend remained passed out, face pressed sloppily into her pillow, her hair a mess.

  It was the loss of the locket, they'd realized. It must have had some effect on them, even while they were using it to control other people… the night before, they'd made a loving promise to repair their relationship once they felt better and recovered from withdrawal.

  She went downstairs, feeling like hell, and made some coffee. The hot black liquid - and some painkillers - seemed to lighten the pain a bit. She sat in the kitchen and watched the bare trees sway in the chilly morning wind outside.

  Her thoughts mostly dwelled on the rather insane things she and Emma had done while under the locket's influence.

  Wrapping her robe tighter around herself, she took her coffee downstairs.

  Rachel stirred in her cage.

  "Morning," Lydia grumbled. "You're sure you don't want to go?"

  The girl's brown roots were now clearly visible under her black hair.

  "Are you kidding? This is great. I needed some time off from classes anyway."

  Lydia shrugged, and separated her robe at her waist. "Alright."

  Excited for her morning wakeup ritual, Rachel thrust her head between the bars and buried her tongue.

  Lydia was forced to hold the chill bars with one hand to keep steady. The girl really had grown into a good little expert slave, and if she wanted to stay, well…

  Her orgasm was quick and satisfying.

  Leaving to let Rachel masturbate like usual, she gave one last comment. "Emma's still out. Might be awhile before she takes her turn."

  Her slave just moaned in response, smearing the juices on her face into her own mouth as she fucked her own hand.