Erin didn’t know who was behind her. It sounded almost like Kristin, but… but Kristin was straight. Kristin had a boyfriend, she was practically engaged. Kristin didn’t, didn’t touch other women. She sure as hell didn’t touch other women like this. Erin’s head lolled forward, the sure and confident caresses of her nipples sending spikes of pleasure through her body that made it impossible to do anything but slump back into the embrace of the woman behind her and enjoy. Kristin wouldn’t do any of that. So it couldn’t be Kristin.
But it sounded like Kristin. The husky, throaty purr that said, “It’s okay, Erin. You can admit that you’ve wanted this. You can tell me that you’ve fantasized about being held like this, being played with like this, about someone taking away all your decisions and replacing them with pure bliss…” Wasn’t that Kristin’s voice? Or did Erin just want it to be? All the times she’d daydreamed about acting on her urges, it had always been with Kristin. Had she given it away somehow? Had her friend decided to stop waiting and just pull Erin’s shirt open from behind and play with her tits?
But… Erin’s eyelids fluttered as the fingers tugged and strummed on her nipples, fogging her mind up with waves of pleasure. But Kristin couldn’t know how to touch her this perfectly, could she? This was, this was the kind of perfect sex Erin only fantasized about, someone knowing exactly how to make her melt into mindless arousal before she even thought about whether it was right or wrong. The person behind Erin, the one she couldn’t see because her eyes had closed somewhere along the line and she didn’t even notice, she was so good at making Erin dizzy with bliss. Erin couldn’t believe Kristin was this practiced, this confident a lover.
But the words… the person behind Erin knew her. How else could she explain the way that they seemed to know exactly what to say to tug her mind deep into a foggy reverie of desire that felt so much better than thinking? “Let go of all those thoughts, sweetie. They’re only getting in the way. Your cunt doesn’t need to think, your tits don’t need to think. Just lean back, spread those legs, and let yourself go nice and blank for me. Let all those thoughts melt down between your thighs, let them leak out your wet pussy, and let my words become your thoughts for a while. It’s so much easier. So much better. So much hotter to think what you’re told to think like a good girl.” Only someone who knew Erin intimately would know how to turn her on so much that she stopped even trying to think.
But… but did Kristin want her like this? Blank? Foggy? Mesmerized by pleasure, captivated by sensation? Did Kristin want Erin to be an obedient slave instead of a friend? Erin’s head fell back, her breath coming out in a low moan as the voice in her ear told her to play with herself. Would Kristin really want Erin’s mind to melt away into mindless compliance as she strummed her clit with her fingers and whimpered out, “Yes, Mistress”? Erin couldn’t reconcile it with the woman she knew. But she couldn’t ignore the way that the powerful, commanding woman behind her reminded Erin of her friend. She felt helplessly confused, her mind struggling with the bizarre, incongruous situation so fiercely that it couldn’t even think about anything else.
“That’s my pretty little pet,” the woman behind Erin said, as she let out a choking gasp of pure pleasure and her hips strained in orgasm. “No need to think anymore. Just belong to Mistress. Just belong to me.” Erin still didn’t know who she was surrendering to. But as her climax hit, she couldn’t really bring herself to care anymore.
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