Having Her Way 5
Miranda knew it was dangerous, especially after what had happened at the Christmas party, but she found the sight of the old man’s trophy wife so deliciously tantalizing. If she could have a piece of her, she would.
Miranda knew that Tiffany Dryer went to an exclusive women’s fitness club. It was so exclusive that it was unlikely that Miranda would ever have a membership. On the other hand, with the power of her little mind-control device, getting in wasn’t as difficult as it might have been. The girl at the front desk simply let Miranda pass her by without another thought.
Miranda couldn’t believe all the young and beautiful bodies there inside the club. For Miranda, the club was a happy hunting ground. She was going to have to come back here again.
But there was one specific person she was looking to find and she found her in the women’s locker room. “Hi,” she said.
Tiffany Dryer looked at her. “Do I know you,” she said.
Miranda was already holding the device in her hand. “I work for your husband’s company,” she told the woman even as she pointed the device at Tiffany, “but that’s not important now.”
Miranda watched as her opposing number’s face began to go blank.
Tiffany knew the other woman was talking but she found it difficult to focus. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered why this woman was talking to her, or why she was even bothering to talk to her, but that thought was much too far away from her conscious mind to even register inside her.
New thoughts were coming to her, not that she would have recognized them as such. To her, these thoughts were simply normal and obvious.
Like the desire to kiss this woman. Tiffany did not recognize this desire as something new. Rather, under the power of the little hand-held device, this desire seemed obvious and constant, and under the power of the little hand-held device, the intensity of that desire just grew deeper and stronger.
There were other ideas, too.
Like the desire to show this woman her body. She wanted this woman to see her naked body.
And then there was the desire to feel the other woman’s touch. Under the power of the mind control device, that desire grew and expanded. At first, it was just the desire to feel that touch, but then she wondered what it would be like to have her kiss her, and as soon as that thought entered her mind, Tiffany knew she wanted it, too. The desire continued to grow within her, and suddenly, she knew she wanted to feel the other woman’s body press up against her. She longed for the feeling of that. She wanted it bad.
And then there was that other desire. She didn’t just want this other woman to touch her but she wonderd what it would be like to have her tongue between her legs, and simply to have that thought was enough to make her crave it. But even more than that, there was something else she craved. She almnost could not admit it to herself but the thought was growing inside her and she could not deny its existence. She could not remember having that thought before but she knew she craved it. As much as she wanted to feel the other woman’s tongue between her legs, she knew she wanted something else. She knew she wanted to feel what it was like to have her own tongue on the other woman’s pussy.
Miranda licked her lips in anticipation as she looked at the other woman. The girl was young, very young. It figured, Miranda thought. That was what a trophy wife was. Hell, she was barely older than her husband’s daughter. She was perfect.
Miranda hooked a thumb in the front of her work-out shorts and then she was pushing them down and exposing her panties. “You see this,” she asked and Tiffany nodded. “Well, you’re going to get your mouth in here and you’re going to lick my pussy.”
Tiffany couldn’t help but feel her heart skip a beat as she heard that.
But then Miranda was pushing her shorts even lower still and then they fell in a heap at her feet and Tiffany licked her lips. She watched the other woman hook her fingers in the waistband of her panties and without even realizing she was doing it, she held her breath as she watched the other woman push her panties down her legs.
Tiffany let out her breath in a long, slow exhale as Miranda’s pussy finally came into view. She wanted to taste that pussy. She wanted it so bad, and now, there it was, just waiting for her to get her mouth on it.
Without even being told to, Tiffany found herself moving forward. She licked her lips as her mouth neared that patch between the other woman’s legs and then she licked her lips. She was going to do it. She was really going to do it.
Tiffany let out a low moan even as she attached her mouth to the pussy in front of her. This was what she needed, she thought. This was all she needed.
Miranda’s hands held Tiffany’s hair even as she pulled the younger woman between her legs. “Oh geez, yeah, that’s it. Just keep on doing it just like that. Just like that. Just like that.”
As lost as she was in the moment, Tiffany hardly even heard the words that Miranda was saying. All that mattered to her was Miranda’s cunt, Miranda’s wet, luscious, scrumptious cunt. Her tongue lapped over the other woman’s pussy. Oh yeah, that was it. That was what she wanted.
Miranda’s hands gripped Tiffany’s hair even tighter. She let out a little yelp and then a whimper. “Oh yeah, that’s it, you little trollop. That’s it. Oh yeah, eat me like that.”
Tiffany paid Miranda no heed whatsoever. She didn’t need to be told what to do. Her tongue dove into Miranda’s pussy. She knew what to do.
Miranda moaned again and then her body tensed and she moaned again. She was going to cum. She was going to cum so hard. She moaned again. Oh fuck, she thought, it felt so good.
Miranda just couldn’t help moaning as that tongue ate her over and over again. She couldn’t help it. She was just cumming so fucking hard.
Miranda opened her eyes as her body finally began to cum down from that orgasm. Oh damn, she thought. Tiffany still had her face buried between her legs and there were three women gathered around them, all of them looking at Tiffany with her face between Miranda’s legs. Oh damn, Miranda thought again. “What are you all looking at,” she asked irritably.
One of the women snorted as she looked at the two of them. “This is a public place,” she said. “If you two want to do something like that, why don’t you go out and get a room or something.”
“Yeah,” said another of the women, and the third one didn’t say anything, but Miranda was sure she agreed with the sentiments of the others.
Oh damn, Miranda thought. She hadn’t counted on this, but then–
Miranda was waving the little mind control device at the women, training it first on one of them and then on the other and then on the last of them. She moved the device back and forth between the three of them, watching as their faces slowly began to lose their anger, watching as their faces began to go more and more blank.
It was almost too easy, Miranda thought. It was almost too easy.
“Listen to me,” she said even as Tiffany’s tongue continued to go after her pussy yet again. She stifled a low moan. She was going to have to make this fast before Tiffany’s tongue suddenly made her incoherent. “Listen to me. Do you see the girl in front of you, the one with the wiggling butt?”
The three women all looked down at Tiffany. Her butt was indeed wagging slowly from side to side as she happily went after Miranda’s cunt. The three women all nodded.
Miranda stifled yet another moan even as she continued to train the device from woman to woman to woman. She’d never tried to control more than one person at a time before but she hoped this would work.
“Keep looking at that butt,” she told the women. “Keep looking at that butt and know that it is the prettiest
and cutest, little butt you ever did see. In fact, the more you look at that butt, the prettier it gets. Your eyes are fixed on that butt. You can
not take your eyes off that butt. The more you look at it, the prettier it gets.
The three women stared helplessly at Tiffany’s wiggling ass.
“It’s the most beautiful butt in the world, but there’s something wrong.”
Even though under the power of the mind control device, the faces of the three women stared at the butt in front of them, almost it seemed to Miranda, almost as if they were saying to themselves, what could possibly be wrong with that. Miranda was about to tell them.
“Look at that butt and look at the person who owns it. It’s fully clothed. That’s not right. You want to see that butt in all its naked glory. You not only want it, but you need it, too. You can feel the need deep inside you. Listen to the need. You need to see that butt. You need it. You need it. You need it. And nothing is going to stop you. Nothing is going to stop you. You need to see that butt and you will do whatever it takes to make that butt reveal itself to you.”
Even with the blank looks on the women’s faces, Miranda knew this was going to work because she could see the hunger in their eyes.
“You need to see that butt,” she continued, “but more than that, you need to make love to that butt. Each of you needs to make love to that butt. It is imperative. You need to make love to that butt. You need to make love to that butt. Let nothing stand in your way. You need to make love to that butt.”
Miranda finally pulled the mind control device back from the women in front of her. She let out another low moan. She was eager to see how the women responded to their indoctrination.
At first, the women just stood there and Miranda was starting to think that maybe the programming hadn’t been strong enough to take hold, that maybe trying to program more than one person at a time wasn’t going to work, but then the women started to move.
There were three of them so they couldn’t all get their hands on Tiffany’s ass, at least not all at the same time but they were trying. There was some pushing and shoving as the three of them all tried to get at Tiffany’s butt.
In very short order, a sort of hierarchy seemed to assert itself on the trio. It was clear to each of them that if they kept this up, none of them were going to get their hands on Tiffany’s ass. As much as each of them wanted to go first, they were going to take turns or work in teams.
A leader rose up out of the group. She was a full-chested brunette. “You there,” she said, directing one of the girls. “take off her shorts,” and then before the other girl could object, the buxom brunette directed her to take off Tiffany’s panties. As for her, she had a deep-seeded desire to see Tiffany naked. She tried to get Tiff’s top off but when the young woman wouldn’t pull her mouth away from Miranda’s cunt even for a second, the leader finally just gave up and tore Tiffany’s shirt down the back, literally tearing the shirt from her body.
All that Tiffany was wearing now was her bra, and all three women watched breathlessly as the leader undid the clasp and let it slide down her arms. They all heaved a sigh of satisfaction. Tiffany was finally naked.
Tiffany had nothing to say about all this because her mouth was still affixed to the pussy in front of her and there it was destined to say. As long as she had her lips on Miranda’s lips, that was all she needed. She didn’t care what the women behind her did with her butt.
On the other hand, as much as what really appealed to her was Miranda’s clit, there was no denying the pleasure that the other women were giving her, too.
At first, the women behind her just took turns running their hands over her butt and caressing her cheeks. But then those hands were sliding between her cheeks and she felt those hands rubbing her little, puckered hole. Were it not for the fact that her tongue was on the cunt in front of her, Tiffany would have moaned.
But then the buxom leader of the would-be onlookers moved in and Tiffany felt something new, something she had never felt before, something she liked, something she liked a lot.
It was the breasts of the buxom brunette that she felt being pressed against her backside. She didn’t realize what it was at first but when she did, she was elated. Her butt was small and those tits were big. Her butt was tit fucking the breasts of this woman.
Here she was licking the clit she loved and using her butt to tit fuck another. Could it get any better than this, Tiffany wondered.
She was about to find out that it could indeed get even better.
Tiffany felt a second pair of tits being pressed up against her butt. The second pair of tits didn’t supplant the first pair of tits because those were still there, too, but even as one of her cheeks continued to tit fuck the first of the women’s tits, so too did her other cheek tit fuck the other.
In point of fact, Tiffany had no idea what the second woman looked like nor did she care. She had always had her mouth pushed down on Miranda’s cunt and that was where it remained. Licking that cunt was all that mattered to her but she was finding that licking that cunt could be even better if it was accompanied by the feel of a couple pairs of tits massaging her butt.
Miranda couldn’t help but grin as she watched the other girls make love to Tiffany’s bottom. This was turning out even better than she had ever hoped it would. But then Tiffany’s tongue hit a really good spot and Miranda’s grin slipped as she moaned yet again.
Miranda moaned as Tiffany’s tongue hit her clit yet again. Damn, that felt good. Her hands grabbed her tits and she squeezed. Oh shit, the little vixen sure did have one hell of a hot, little tongue.
Miranda took her hands off her tits just long enough to pull her jersey over her head and undo her bra but then her hands were back again, squeezing her tits. She looked down at the girl between her legs. Damn, that girl sure did have one clever, little tongue.
Up until that moment, it seemed as if the third member of the trio in love with Tiffany’s ass had been locked out of the action but as Miranda stood there and took that tongue on her cunt, she looked up at the girl and in that moment, she realized the girl had only been biding her time.
And girl was the right word, Miranda realized. Tiffany was young, but the short-haired brunette with the tight, little body was younger still. Miranda wondered if the girl was even eighteen years old, but then in that moment, she knew she didn’t care. The girl was young and even though she hadn’t been told to do so, she had removed all her clothes. Her body was slender and her tits were small and she was sucking on her fingers as she watched the others play with Tiffany’s ass, and as her eyes locked up with Miranda’s, it was almost as if a signal was sent between the two of them.
Suddenly, the young brunette was moving, quickly dropping in behind the young trophy wife. Her fingers didn’t wait for just the right time. They just left her mouth and homed in on the little, puckered hole in front of her and then she was driving her forefinger deep inside of that tight, little butt.
As much as Tiffany wanted to keep her face between Miranda’s legs, the force of that finger in her butt was finally enough to dislodge her tongue from Miranda’s cunt as he let out a low, hard moan.
The brunette wasn’t done with Tiffany’s butt, not by a long shot. Even as Tiffany returned her mouth to the pussy in front of her, the cute, little brunette was moving her finger, pulling it out and pushing it in, corscrewing it and twisting it in the tight, little hole, and there was no doubt from anyone that Tiffany was liking what was happening to her butt.
And still the little brunette wasn’t done with Tiffany. Even as her finger continued to ream Tiffany’s butt, she spread her digits and soon she was plunging her fingers not only into that tight, little butt but into the
girl’s warm, wet pussy, too.
Miranda could sense the distraction in the girl in front of her. She knew that unde
r the power of the mind control device, licking her cunt was the most important thing in the world to Tiffany and no matter what the others had done to her ass, she had never lost focus on the job at hand, but now with those fingers in her ass and now in her cunt, now she was losing focus. Her mouth would slip off her pussy to let out a low moan only to return again and to then again, be distracted. Miranda loved it, but she wanted even more.
“Stop what you’re doing,” she directed Tiffany.
At first, it seemed as if Tiffany was not going to respond to the order, but then those fingers took her again and that was enough to dislodge her tongue from Miranda’s pussy.
Miranda laid down on one of the benches in the locker room. “Straddle me,” she ordered.
For a moment there, it seemed as if Tiffany was going to be able to resist that order but the compulsion and desire to eat that pussy was just to great. Her body started to move and then she was straddling Miranda’s body.
“That’s a good girl,” Miranda told her. “Now you go on ahead and keep on eating my pussy,” and almost as if she were showing the young woman what she wanted her to do, Miranda brought her face up and began sucking on the young woman’s clit.
Tiffany was ecstatic. As much as she had loved eating Miranda’s pussy, she had wished that somehow, she could have Miranda taste her, too, and now, she could. Tiffany moaned with pleasure as she slid her mouth between Miranda’s thighs. It couldn’t get any better than this.
But still there was the trio of women all gathered around and lusting after Tiffany’s ass. Straddling Miranda’s body as she was just made her butt all the more available to them, and so as Tiffany’s mouth descended on Miranda’s pussy, so too did they descend on her ass.
And this time, it wsn’t just the cute, little brunette who wanted to fuck her butt. This time, all of the women were doing it, each of them taking turns as they finger fucked Tiffany’s butt.
They kept coming at her and Tiffany knew she couldn’t take much more of this. If they kept doing what they were doing to her, she was going to cum, and she wanted to cum. She wanted to cum so bad. She didn’t care what her husband thought. He hardly mattered anymore. All she wanted was to cum so she could fill Miranda’s mouth with her juices. She wanted to cum so bad.
And then, just when she didn’t think it could get any better, it did. The hands still caressed her cheeks and the fingers still invaded her ass, but now there was something new. Sometimes when she didn’t have a finger up her ass, soemtimes, there was something else between her cheeks. Someone was kissing her cheeks. Someone was licking her hole.
Not just someone, she corrected herself. They were all doing it, and they weren’t licking either. They were licking and probing. Those tongues were trying to push their way into her ass and Tiffany moaned again and again, because the tongues were actually doing it. They were actually getting into her ass and it felt so good.
Tiffany felt as if she were going to scream. It felt so good. It felt so good. Those tongues in her ass and the one on her clit. It just felt so good.
And then Tiffany couldn’t help herself. She actually was screaming as those tongue finally got her off.
She just kept screaming and screaming. She knew her screams were probably going to attract attention but she just couldn’t help herself, but there was one way to keep from screaming, and Tiffany took it. Even as she felt another scream welling up inside her, she buried her tongue in the twat underneath her.
And in that instant, Tiffany felt it, the convulsive shake that told her that Miranda was cumming too, and then the gusher of pussy juice that filled her mouth. It all just felt so good.
Using the power of the mind control device, Miranda made the trio of ass worshippers go away. She wanted to be alone with Tiffany for just a moment longer so she made the others go away.
Tiffany just sat there quietly as Miranda looked at her. She usually came into the club to get a work-out and to keep herself fit, but she had never had a work-out like this before, and she was worn out.
Miranda couldn’t help thinking what she was thinking. The girl was a damned, good fuck and she knew she ought to give her credit for that, but the girl was also a gold digger, too. The old man had dumped his wife to marry this little trollop and as good as she was, Miranda couldn’t help thinking that something really bad ought to happen to her.
Miranda continued to llok at the girl even as the girl stared back at her and as Miranda looked at her, a slow smile started to spread across her face. Maybe, she thought, she’d dismissed the other women too soon. On the other hand, it wouldn’t be that hard to find them again if she needed to. After all, she knew where they came to work out.
The power of the little mind control device was not so great as to make the compulsions that it imposed upon a person permanent. In fact, those compulsions were rather transitory. Already, Miranda suspected that the compulsions that she had placed on Tiffany were already beginning to fray a bit at the edges.
On the other hand, a work-out was something that one did regularly, at least if one was serious about it. You set a time and schedule and then you stuck with it. Mirnada used the device again. “When you leave this club,” she conditioned the woman in front of her, “you will remember the sex that you had with other women and you will like it, but you will not remember me, specifically. You will be consumed by a desire to eat as much junk food as possible. You want to gain weight. You want to eat a lot of really fattening foods. You want to get a big, fat ass. See if you can’t add a good fifty pounds for me. okay?
“Okay.”
Miranda smiled as the other woman nodded her acceptance and she smiled even more broadly as she continued to press her commands into Tiffany’s willing mind.
The conditioning wouldn’t last for long. Miranda knew that, but she also knew that Tiffany would obey the commands at least until the compulsions began to fade. Afterwards, she would wonder why she had engaged in such self-destructive behaviors, and then she would dedicate herself to coming into the gym even more often to undo the damage that had been done, and when she did come in, Miranda would be there waiting for her, waiting to use her and condition her and bend her to her will.
It really wasn’t her fight. Miranda knew that, but the girl had used her sexual wiles to lure the old man away from his wife. Miranda smiled. By the time she was through with her, she was going to make sure she lost that cute, little ass, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t be magnanimous, too. She smiled to herself as she spied the women who had so recently made love to Tiffany’s ass. Yeah, they came into the club at the same time, too, and if Miranda had her way, they were going to keep on doing that. She’d make sure that from now on, no matter how big Tiffany’s ass got, these women would be there to take care of it.
to be continued …