by X, Lexie
“How’s that feel?” Lydia asked.
Diana sighed, her eyes locked on Emma’s play. “Good…”
“Rub yourself,” Lydia said, touching near her pink panties.
A tentative hand reached down and began a gentle rub against the small wet spot on her panties.
“Very good,” Lydia said, watching.
Emma played with Diana’s chest to her heart’s content, trading off with Lydia after a few minutes. She sat back and watched her almost-naked girlfriend play with the young blonde’s tits, surprisingly aroused. She thought she’d be jealous, but the sight was an incredible turn on.
Meanwhile, Diana’s own hand picked up a little speed as the chest play began having an obvious effect on her.
After getting her fill of the girl’s firm young tits, Lydia took her by the sides and carefully laid her on the middle of the bed, propping her head up with a pillow. The blonde took up rubbing her panties again without being ordered to.
“You ever fantasized about eating pussy?” Lydia asked, rubbing Diana’s thighs with each hand.
“No…”
“Never?” Lydia said softly, rubbing higher. “Not even once? Maybe about a celebrity, or one of your friends?”
Diana shook her head.
“Well, we’ll just have to warm you up a little, then…”
Emma watched in amazement as her girlfriend massaged and manipulated Diana with a subtle domineering attitude she found incredibly sexy. She wondered where this side of her had been hiding all this time…
Lydia swatted Diana’s hand away, not letting the girl relieve her growing tension. She kissed around her pink panties, taking care to breath warmly on them. Diana began squirming.
“Emma,” Lydia said, catching her gaze. “Climb on her face, will you?”
She didn’t have to be asked twice. Emma swung a leg over Diana’s face, setting both her knees on the pillow. She held herself an inch or two over the blonde’s face - Diana stared at the dark spot on her white panties, overwhelmed.
“Diana,” Lydia ordered softly. “Lick her panties.”
She made a little noise of hesitation that sounded almost like a squeal, but obliged. Lifting her head a little, she ran her tongue across the fabric.
Emma watched her do it, struggling to contain herself. As much as she would enjoy doing everything to this girl, it was just as enjoyable making her do things… she felt Diana move a little, and she glanced back to see Lydia licking the girl’s pink panties.
“So that’s how it is…”
“Mm-hmm,” Lydia responded. “Diana, you’ll get what you give. I want you to pull Emma’s panties to the side.”
A thin arm reached up around her leg, partially gripping it to get a good angle. A shaking finger pulled at her panties, sliding the bottom to the side and exposing her soaked sex. Diana’s green eyes fixated on her obvious arousal.
Emma glanced back and saw Lydia pulling the girl’s pink panties aside in the same manner.
“Do you want to feel good, Diana?” the brunette asked, her tone wicked.
“Yes…”
“You know what to do.”
They stayed like that for a few long moments, Lydia poised between Diana’s legs, Emma kneeling above her face.
Emma watched the emotions running through Diana’s gorgeous face. She was obviously torn, and even… crying! A few tears squeezed from either of the girl’s eyes, running down her cheeks. She made that squealing noise again, and then stuck out her tongue.
Quivering with excitement at the submission beneath her legs, Emma dropped an inch to help… and Diana lifted her chin, her tongue coming into contact. The firm muscle immediately felt incredible, answering her unbelievable arousal.
The blonde let her tongue slide slowly up wet lips, her eyes wide and shocked.
Behind her, Emma could sense Lydia doing the same, gently licking. Diana’s body trembled underneath her.
“Slide your tongue all the way in,” Lydia ordered. “How’s it taste?”
Doing as she was told, Diana gently probed, bringing her mouth and chin right up against Emma’s sex.
Emma held her breath against the feeling. She was so turned on, she felt like a raw nerve - every motion of the girl’s hesitant tongue felt amazing.
Diana pulled back. “Good…”
“Just good?” Lydia asked.
The blonde screwed up her face. “Really good…” She moved back in, taking long exploratory licks.
“That’s what I thought.” Lydia began licking more quickly, and, this time, it was Diana following her lead. The younger girl sank into it as her own pleasure grew.
Emma squeezed and kneaded her own breasts, enjoying the blonde’s lapping tongue. She leaned down to whisper to her, excited by Lydia’s dirty talk and engaging in some herself. “You’re a good little lesbian,” she whispered. “You’re going to make some girl very happy.”
Diana looked up at her with trembling eyes, but she increased her pace and enthusiasm, taking long licks and adding gentle sucks now and then.
It wasn’t long before the energy between the three of them changed. With unspoken accord, they paused to slip their panties off and out of the way, all three now fully naked.
Diana reached up for her ass, bringing her right back down to sink back into pussy, while Lydia brought her expert oral skills fully into play.
Emma pinched her own nipple and held Diana’s hair with her other hand, gently thrusting against the girl’s face. The sadistic pleasure was like a drug, filling her with rising heat. She understood, now, what Lydia had found so alluring about seducing and screwing some young girl.
She came with a thunderous rush, squeezing her thighs against Diana’s head. Her insides clenched almost painfully, and she couldn’t help but moan loudly. She curled over with the rush of pleasure, riding it - and Diana’s face - until she couldn’t take it anymore. She had to almost push the girl off, as into it as she was, and they quickly switched. Lydia wiped her chin of juices, grinned, and sat on Diana’s face.
Clambering down the bed and in between Diana’s outstretched legs, Emma found a soaked circle on the sheets and a pussy reddened from arousal and orgasm. She’d noticed Diana breathing heavily through her nose as she licked - of course Lydia and her amazing tongue had made her come.
The younger girl’s slit was smooth and attractive, even while puffy. She had a patch of blonde hair above her sex, and her clit peeked out from under her hood.
Emma hadn’t realized how much she’d looked forward to this moment - smelling, tasting, exploring a new pussy… she lay on her stomach and brought her hands forward, pulling apart soaked lips to slip her tongue in.
Diana tasted a little sweet, almost like candy. Excited, Emma sucked each bit of her lips, drinking in her juices, before moving up to suck on her exposed clit.
The sleek thighs on either side of her trembled.
Spurred on, Emma brought her fingers up to rub the girl’s G spot as she sucked her clit. The beautiful body under her mouth trembled further… and she had a sudden notion. She could do anything she wanted, right?
She pulled back a bit to see more clearly, and slid another finger inside Diana’s tight sex. Moving with the girl’s rhythm, she slowly inserted another finger, and then a fifth - she felt inner walls clenching against her hand, and she could hear Diana moaning as she ate out Lydia.
Carefully, she slid in her thumb, getting her entire fist in the girl’s tight inner space. Soaked labia pressed against either side of her wrist - and she began fisting her gently, eliciting louder moans and copious juices.
“That’s hot,” Lydia said between panting breaths, glancing back. “Fuck her hard!”
Smiling, and wondering where the hell this particular idea had come from, Emma increased the force against Diana’s inner walls. The sensation of having her entire fist in another woman was certainly interesting… she could feel every little response in her body…
Diana began thrashing, and
Emma kept up her effort, feeling the blonde’s inner walls clench tightly. Her tummy tensed, and she began making noises of ecstasy in her throat, her mouth still busy on Lydia’s clit.
Juices poured around Emma’s fist, soaking her forearm and the sheets.
Lydia had her head turned to watch, and Emma could tell her girlfriend was coming from the animalistic sight and Diana’s dedicated mouth. They shuddered together, and Emma felt like her hand might be crushed by the younger girl’s intense clenching.
Finally, the tremors slowed, and Emma withdrew her hand carefully.
Lydia finished her orgasm and climbed off. They let Diana catch her breath - covered in juices and sweat, the young girl stared languidly at the ceiling and enjoyed her orgasmic high.
“You’ve got to do that to me sometime,” Lydia grinned.
“Gladly.” They kissed deeply, embracing for a long moment as they usually did after sex.
“Enjoying yourself?” Lydia said, turning over to Diana.
“Yeah,” the blonde answered, sighing happily. “I was nervous, didn’t understand why I was here… but it’s so much fun going down on a woman, it all makes sense now…”
“I know what you mean,” Lydia said with a smile, glancing at her girlfriend. She reached for her purse and brought out two vibrators. “Now we’re going to teach you a few things. And after this, you’ll fuck us with our strap-on.”
Emma and Lydia sat against the headboard, legs spread, as Diana sat between them and used a vibrator on each of them.
“This was a really good idea,” Emma breathed, feeling the pleasure course through her.
“Mm-hmm,” Lydia responded, moaning softly with her eyes closed.
“You want to do this every weekend?” she asked suddenly. “We’ll make it our date night ritual, bringing some girl back to a room…”
Lydia opened her eyes and read her sincerity. “You’re serious? Then hell yes, that would be amazing - I love you!”
Emma smiled back at her girlfriend and gently adjusted Diana’s hand, and the vibrator. She thought about the locket, and all it had brought - and would bring. “I love you, too.”
It turned her on in some dark, sadistic way, to think about all the girls they’d be meeting at bars and turning into sex slaves with a little hypnosis… the orgasm finally rushed through her like fire - her best one yet.
“Does that feel good, Emma?” Diana asked, her green eyes wide and hopeful.
“Yes… and call me mistress.”
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This story continues in Part 2:
Lydia's Hypnosis
As Emma's behavior grows more domineering and sadistic, her girlfriend Lydia confronts her about her mysterious ability to seduce any woman. To make things right with the woman she loves, Emma reveals the secret of the locket's hypnosis, and lets her use it to do anything she wants - no questions asked. Will Lydia's desires take her down the same dark path?
A mind control / virgin lesbian erotic romance focused on hypnosis, domination, and emotion.
Content advisory: Contains scenes of f/f sex, f/f/f sex, mind control, oral sex, seduction, and domination. Intended for adults only.
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Lynn sighed as she clicked through the dating site’s list of potentials. Her eyes scanned the series of disappointing thumbnails for the third time in the last hour. There were good-looking men with some intellect, certainly, but they disappeared from the market quickly - often without explanation, even if she’d gone on a date or two with them.
The rest of the men online seemed only slightly better than cavemen; their uncouth, incomprehensible, or desperate messages immediately earned a click from her ‘ignore’ button. In any case, her year of being single had worn her down into a repetitive habit of forlorn clicking.
She clicked back to her own profile, wondering if her bad luck was due to something she’d written, or maybe her photos. Brunette, age twenty-eight (listed as twenty-six, of course), cute shoulder-length hair, nice cleavage if she did say so herself… she frowned, and wondered if she should go blonde…
This, too, was a ritual she ran through a dozen times a day. She glanced at the clock briefly, noting she had fifteen minutes until work ended. She’d probably do this all again at least once more before quitting time.
She looked around to see if any of her coworkers were free. They all seemed busy chatting away on their headsets with - she shuddered mentally every time she thought the word - customers. The only customers that ever called her company were the ones with complaints, and they were usually the lowest common denominator of the lowest of the low, often with a bonus tendency to shout and swear… she leaned her cheek on her curled hand and gazed around the cubicle farm in abject boredom and despair.
Her eyes lit up as her inbox indicator changed from zero to one. She hovered her mouse over the button, relishing the moment. Even though it was probably a dud, every unsolicited message was like playing the lottery, and she enjoyed the rush. She waited a moment more, imagining and hoping at the possibilities, and then she clicked.
You’re really cute.
“Another winner,” Lynn grumbled at her monitor, before she looked at the sender’s picture. Her eyes widened as she realized her one-line disappointment had been sent by - a girl! She checked her profile and confirmed that she was still listed as ‘straight.’ Frowning, she clicked the female sender’s picture. Her profile was rather sparse, and listed her as straight, too…
Hey there, said a sudden message box in the corner of her screen. Lynn silently cursed, only then remembering that the website notified people that were online when someone looked at their profile.
Uh, hi, she wrote back after a moment, still wondering how the mix-up in messaging had happened. Lynn clicked through her pictures - the girl was at a bar or a party in every picture. She had short black hair, pale porcelain skin, a metal lip stud, and seemed to favor bright red lipstick. She was obviously from a scene Lynn herself had never really been a part of in college… how old was this girl, anyway? She
clicked over, and her jaw dropped slightly.
Like what you see?
Lynn looked around at her coworkers, wondering if somebody had found her profile and was playing a prank on her, but nobody seemed to be paying attention.
lol, what is this? Lynn wrote back. Are you really only twenty?
Yeah, is that a problem? came the quick response.
No, I mean, what’s a twenty year old girl doing messaging me?
I think you’re cute, duh. Can’t you read?
She sat back in her chair for a moment, confused. She’d tried to dance around the issue, tried to beat around the bush, but she could see this girl wasn’t the type to mince words. As was her habit when stressed, she unthinkingly stuck her tongue out to the side a little as she typed her very direct response.
I mean we’re both straight, so what’s this about?
What, can’t a girl think another girl is cute?
Relieved, Lynn sighed. She felt a little bad for being so confrontational.
Oh, ok. Thanks :)
A moment passed before the girl’s response appeared.
Sure. Want to hang out?
Hang out? Lynn asked, surprised. Like what?
I don’t know, a bar or a club, whatever. You do drink, right?
Of course I drink! she wrote back, wondering how awkward it would be to hang out with a twenty-year old - and confused as to why she was even entertaining the notion. She still felt a little bad for questioning the girl’s intent, and she did feel complemented…
Come on, it’ll be fun!
Ok, alright, she gave in, surprising herself. But when and where specifically?
Tonight around nine. What’s your number?
Lynn messaged her cell number, still confused, surprised, and cautious.
Cool, I’ll text you later!
