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When Crystal and Emma entered the limousine later that day that had showered, dressed, and been made up by professionals. Emma could tell that Crystal still was aching to be fucked properly. One taste of what Emma could do to her, and she was hungry to learn more. She kept looking at the Control with lust in her eyes, and the older woman knew exactly what she wanted.
She wanted to be spanked, hit, tied up, tied down and possessed. It was an easy expression to figure out. Emma had seen it on so many famous women’s faces before. Once their veneer was broken through, they really just wanted to let go and be screwed.
As they drove towards the party, Emma leaned forward and whispered into Crystal’s ear. “Don’t worry darling, once we’re done here, we’ll go back to your place, and I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
Crystal wriggled in her seat and let out a contented sigh.
With that promise made, Emma was able to concentrate on the task at hand. Nailing Miss Hadlee Kerry.
True, she was older than she had been, in her late thirties, but Emma thought her one of the most beautiful women she’d ever seen. Perhaps part of it was wanting to pay her tribute…perhaps it was about wanting to cut her off a slice of that pie. Emma was a genuine fan of her acting, and thought in the future that remembering fucking her while watching them, would be a very fine thing.
They exited into one of the fanciest restaurants in LA; it was all gleaming crystal chandeliers, silver cutlery, and immaculately dressed waiters.
With Crystal making the introductions, Emma found herself hitting it off with the well heeled of LA—the Control made sure everyone loved being around her. However, she only had eyes for one woman.
“Introduce me,” she hissed to Crystal, as she saw the short cropped-hair of their host and her target. Despite being dripping with horniness, Crystal called out.
“Hadlee, over here!” They had worked on a movie two years before, so Hadlee turned and smiled.
Emma felt her own legs weaken. She was perfect; mocha skin, brown eyes, a heart shaped face, and breasts that demanded to be stroked. Hadlee was wearing just a simple strapless silver dress, but she shone among all the beautiful people.
Emma wanted to fuck her right there and then. When Crystal introduced her ‘as her friend’ Emma held out her hand and found herself gabbling, “I’m a big fan.”
Hadlee smiled warmly, if a little emptily and shook her hand. “Thank you, that means a great deal.”
At that point, Emma knew she had to move fast. The guests were gathering, it was still early in the evening, so there was still time.
“Do you want to go to the bathroom and fix your makeup?” she gabbled out to Hadlee. It was a desperate move, because she needed this woman now. Stacey would have found this situation hilarious, but there it was. Emma was losing her own control with her goal in sight.
The real gift of Control luckily saved the day. Hadlee tilted her head, feeling undoubtedly the pull of it, and said, “You know…I really do…”
She gestured to her security guards who were keeping to the background, since this event was a closed one. They escorted the two women to the bathroom, and then stood in front of it so that no one else would come in. It was one of the perks of being Hadlee Kerry.
It was a beautiful bathroom, lined with marble, with a chaise longue on one side, and lit by light that mimicked candles. It was all very flattering, but Emma was so horny she could barely stand it. For a moment it was almost like she was one of her own targets. Almost.
Hadlee stood in front of the mirror and examined her reflection. There was a hint of confusion in her expression though. She had to be wondering what she was doing in the bathroom with someone she just met.
Keeping her eyes fixed on Hadlee’s reflection, Emma moved up behind her and ran her hands from the star’s thighs to her ass. The woman stood frozen, her eyes widening at the strangeness of it. Emma however was enjoying the feeling of her firm body, and recalling how much she had enjoyed seeing it in the movies.
“No underwear I see,” she whispered into the woman’s ear, before unzipping the back of her dress just a fraction—enough so that she could free those full, dark nippled tits that Emma had seen only once in the movies.
They looked even better in person, as she pressed Hadlee down, so she was leaning on her hands against the cool marble countertop. The expression on her face said she couldn’t believe what she was allowing.
When Emma reached around her and rubbed her nipple, she felt the shudder run through the actress. Emma nuzzled against her ear, smelling the perfume on her captive’s skin, sweet like roses.
“I’m going to fuck you, Hadlee,” she told her. “I’m going to make you come like a whore and then we’re going to walk out of here like nothing happened. You won’t forget this.”
For the first time, she dipped into her bag. Thanks to being with Crystal when she entered, no one had looked in there. Pulling up her own dress, Emma stepped into the strap-on cock, and pressed it hard against her crotch. She felt so full of lust she wasn’t going to be able to contain herself.
Hadlee’s brown eyes widened as she felt the hard rubber tip pressed against her lips, and Emma grabbing her hips. When the woman behind her shoved forward the star let out a yelp, but the cock slid into her easily. It was beautiful to know that the actress she had admired for so long got wet so easily.
Emma grabbed the back of Hadlee’s hair, it was short but she still used it to yank the woman back, as she began to pound her cunt. All the time they both watched in the mirror. Hadlee’s full lips parted, and she began to gasp through those perfect teeth. Her breasts jiggled against the marble as Emma worked the cock inside her.
The Control hammered her hard, enjoying the squeals and sounds she was getting from her. Letting go of the star’s hair, Emma slapped her hand against the round supple ass she was pounding. The echo of the strike only made her hornier.
She couldn’t get enough of watching Hadlee’s creamy dark breasts pressed against the counter. After a few more smacks on that ass, Emma felt the star getting wetter.
“My God you are a horny little bitch,” she grunted, grabbing hold of Hadlee’s hips and ploughing deeper.
“Yes,” the woman gasped her eyes locked with Emma’s, “Yes…I am…”
Emma pulled out of her in one smooth motion, and rolled her over on the countertop. She could tell Hadlee was close and she wanted to watch it for real. Hooking one of the star’s legs of her arm, the tall redhead buried her cock back in that dripping cunt. Hadlee let out a muffled scream when Emma dropped her head and clamped her mouth and teeth around her erect nipple. She tasted of sweat and perfume.
Both of them orgasmed together. Emma pounding Hadlee’s cunt, and knowing that the glasses were recording it all. The star let out a shriek of unexpected delight and ground herself against Emma, covering the dick in her juices. It was not a performance…but it soon would be on the forums.
Slowly the women disentangled themselves. Emma reluctantly took of the strap on, though she would have loved to take Hadlee’s ass right then and there. Both of them pulled down their skirts and did up their zippers.
“Would you care to join us at Crystal’s?” Emma asked as they emerged from the bathroom. “You’ve made your appearance for this charity, you really don’t have to stick around, do you?” For once she did not use the Control.
The star glanced between her and Crystal, standing off by the bar, her brown eyes uncertain, but she surprised Emma, when a smile flickered over her face. “I think I need a break…and I am sure we can have some fun. Lots of fun.”
Emma thought of Hadlee’s lush coco breasts pressed up against Crystal’s pale white ones, and felt a tremble begin in her crotch. She should have been satisfied, but she wasn’t.
“Oh, I would say more than a little fun remains in the evening.” She led Hadlee over to where Crystal waited. She didn’t even need to tell the blonde her plan; she snuggled
in against Hadlee, lust still brimming in her eyes.
Both of the stars smiled wickedly, she drew them towards the door and the waiting limo. Two things were certain, Emma was going to keep those glasses on for a good many hours, and Stacey was going to get the show of her life.
The Librarian Ladies
Alexis was shelving books in the non-fiction section.
Megan was lazily watching her from behind the front desk. The library was warm in the late summer day, and she could feel her eyes drooping. However, there was something riveting about the repetitive movement of the young intern, Alexis, picking up a book, climbing up the small steps, and reaching over to place it on the shelf. She was wearing cut-off jeans that curved tightly around her butt, and a thin white cotton shirt that gaped just a little when she leaned over. In the stillness of the library, Megan could hear her breathing as she worked. Alexis was a very hard worker.
This was the particular sight that drew all the boys to Morrisville from every farm and high school within many miles. Quite frankly Alexis was just good for business...and the library business needed all the help it could get just now.
Megan shifted in her chair behind the desk a little, adjusting her glasses and her line of sight. She concentrated on the computer once more with a little frown and a little sigh.
While Alexis was like a honeypot for the local boys and men, Megan was also an attraction; she knew full well what the men of the town thought of her. Every time they saw her, Megan knew they thought of all the librarian pornography they had seen on the internet, and imagined it would go the same way for them when they smiled at her.
She remained an attractive woman, though it was over ten years since she'd been brave enough to wear cut-off jeans like Alexis did. Still, she kept the long line of her creamy brown skin concealed beneath more conservative clothes. Her mother, a Harlem girl who had improbably ended up marrying a hick from hayseed territory, had always warned her that even in this part of Ohio, she had to be careful. Women of color were held to much higher standards than little white farmer's daughters like Alexis. As a bi-racial woman she was in the minority, but she was also something of a sexual oddity in the area.
As one of her regular librarian patrons liked to point out from time to time 'it's good to have a little milk in you dark coffee.' Megan just plastered on a smile and pretended he was funny. So even though the local men might want a taste of her milk and coffee, she never gave it to them.
Instead, the library had become a haven...even if on a hot day like this she wouldn't have minded those cut off jeans for herself.
When she rubbed the back of her neck and let out a soft sigh, Alexis glanced her way. "Everything alright, Miss Allen?"
Megan smiled, as the girl climbed down from the steps. "Oh, I'm fine, Alexis...just still working on this latest corn research of Dan Owens. My eyes are crossing at all the jargon." The lie was easy.
Alexis flicked her a smile and then tugged on her ponytail, making it tighter. The motion caused her shirt to gape even more. If any of the teenage boys had seen that they would have had to run into the stacks to hide their boners. "You work so hard, Miss Allen. I never really thought library stuff was more than shelving books and issuing them out to folks."
The librarian managed not roll her eyes, because the truth was most folks thought that very same thing. Not many had yet to catch on that she was a fierce researcher who loved to ferret out what her customers required. The library might have been created in 1893, but that didn't mean that with the addition of wi fi that it couldn't be a hub of other resources.
For the last few months a couple of the more astute farmers had been catching on; they had begun using their local librarian’s considerable skills to find out about the latest developments in agriculture. She appreciated using her reference skills, which had begun to wither out here in corn country.
However, Megan had finished that research on Tuesday, with the weekend coming up, she was focused on something else...something far more intriguing than the latest developments in corn research.
"Alexis," Megan said, leaning forward and pointing to the stack of books on the cart nearby, "could you take those back to reference section and shelve them for me?"
The intern looked at the rather large pile with wide eyes. "Lord, look at all those encyclopaedias!"
"I know, Mrs Thomas comes in every Wednesday and insists on taking them all down," Megan said softly. "I keep trying to show her what’s available online, but I honestly think she believes that is the devil's work."
They both laughed at that, but Alexis cheerfully wheeled the cart towards the rear of the quiet library, her ass wiggling in a distracting way. Maybe, Megan considered, she should post that picture on their internet page to get the customers in the door.
However, Alexis was more than just a pretty face and arse around the place. The last two interns Megan had been forced to endure had taken all summer to train, but Alexis had proven quite helpful almost immediately. She'd only been in the job for two weeks, but had never once complained about the things.
Megan liked that, amongst other things, about the perky teen. Still, with her busy at the rear of the library for the next few hours, Megan could once more delve back into the research that had really taken up her time lately.
It had all happened by accident really; Megan had been working on her blog. It was a rational science blog she had started as an antidote, and to keep her sane, in this town where science often took a back seat to religion. Megan believed in God, but she also loved science, the beauty of math, and the delights of nature. So, anonymously she had set about creating this blog where she examined science in light of that.
It was a simple comment in one of her posts that got her thinking about it. Something about mind control, something that as crazy as it sounded hit Megan as true. Expecting to find deception she trawled the internet deeper. She found her way into chat room for lesbian women, and stumbled across something even odder; women who had come to it very late. She ran across comments like ‘I never thought I’d like it’, ‘I never imagined’, and all of them were followed by ‘but then I saw this one woman, and she showed me things.’ One of them mentioned ‘it was like she was in control of me.’
As Megan searched further, she found more and more of these kind of women, and she began to wonder about the mind control. Surely this kind of thing couldn’t possibly exist?
As Alexis worked in the back, sometimes softly singing to herself, the day began to wriggle itself towards dusk, and Megan continued to trace the spider-web of gossip and innuendo in the chat rooms.
It was certainly intriguing, and if she could prove it somehow would make her blog very, very well-read. She was so intrigued by what she was doing, that she completely forgot to lock the front door and turn the sign over to ‘closed’.
Megan jerked her head away from the computer screen when the bell over the door rang. Two women entered, one was a tiny Asian lady, while the other was a curvy Latina. They were wearing the kind of clothes that said they weren’t from around here, and they had a certain sway to their hips that seemed to claim the room.
Megan got to her feet. “I’m sorry, I should have closed up half an hour ago.”
“Let me do that for you, Miss Allen,” the Asian woman said with a smile, sliding the bolt closed and flipping the sign.
Megan frowned, feeling her heart begin to race. She slid out of her chair and came around to the front of the desk.
“Librarians are so fucking sexy,” the Latina said, her full lips spreading in a wicked smile.
“Ex…excuse me?” Megan said, feeling her face flush. She glanced down towards the rear of the library where Alexis was still working, and the intern appeared to not to have heard the newcomers.
“No excuses are necessary,” the Asian woman said softly, moving towards Megan.
“Look…” the librarian stammered, “I don’t have any money here…”
“I am Kaori,” the woman replied, a
s if she hadn’t heard, “and this is Stacey. We believe you have been looking for us…”
A clench of fear, or something else twisted in Megan’s stomach. “I don’t…”
“Shhh,” Stacey said, “don’t worry. You’re not in trouble.” She sat on the edge of the desk next to Megan, and turned the computer screen around so she could see it. “You’ve been searching for something, but it isn’t just us you’ve been looking for.”
Kaori seated herself in the chair where the customers usually sat, and crossed her slim, elegant legs. Megan flushed harder, she had glimpsed that the woman had no underwear on under that short, tight skirt.
Stacey tilted her head and looked Megan up and down. “Do you really not feel it?”
The librarian was about to ask what she meant, when the sounds of Alexis’ singing broke the silence. Stacey and Kaori didn’t jump, but their heads turned slightly.
“Pretty young intern you have there,” the Asian woman said, and her tongue licked momentarily over her lips. “Does whatever you ask her to I imagine…”
The lascivious tone in her voice made Megan’s heart start to beat faster, and a warm sensation flooded between her thighs. Suddenly the image of Alexis’ firm young ass flashed through her brain. She felt ashamed by what she was feeling…but she knew what it meant. She had never liked men in that way, but in a town this small she had no option but to keep those desires locked away.
When she met Stacey’s eyes it was with some surprise that she realized that there was sadness in them. “You really don’t know,” she said, and her hand clenched over Megan’s.
“Know what?” the librarian whispered, glancing between these strange women.
“You’re one of us,” Kaori said. “You are one of the Control.”
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