1 comments/ 33330 views/ 0 favorites The Lieutenant's Adventure Ch. 02 By: SamuraiSword If you are under the legal age of consent in your area (generally 18 years but sometimes as much as 21), or if you are offended by graphic descriptions of sex and sexual pleasure between adults, please do not read further. I fully realize the PREMISE of this story is not original, but chapter one IS loosely based on actual events (minus the mind control aspects). Do not post elsewhere without the expressed, written permission of Samurai Sword. © 2006 by Samurai Sword. All rights reserved. Notice: This chapter serves to demonstrate the further ensnaring of the female characters and set up subsequent chapters. If you are here for nothing more than to read about hot, steamy sex, this chapter probably is not for you. To those who read Chapter One prior to August 2006, I have since edited that first chapter to add a mind control capability for the main male character. That plot point now runs through subsequent chapters. Begin Chapter 2 The wee morning hours found our little group at Tropical Rain nightclub. We were all having fun drinking and dancing. Around 1:30 a.m. Nick and Linda began discussing checking out a new place a few blocks away. I had kept my power under tight control, but I knew the special moment had not passed. I allowed my persuasion to radiate once again. Monica was seated to my right and I turned to her. "Hey girl, you look really, really tired." She actually looked wide awake just before I made the statement. Monica's eyelids drooped and her shoulders sagged noticeably. She placed her hand in front of her mouth just in time to cover an enormous yawn. "Yeah, I'm really beat." Joe cried out, "Ah, party pooper! Come on, the night is young!" Monica glanced at me and I shook my head in a tiny motion imperceptible to our friends. She yawned again, "Nope, I just can't make it any further. I'm sorry to drag everybody down." I quickly stepped in. "It's okay, I'm tired too." I looked at our companions. "Why don't you three go ahead without us? I'll ride in the cab with Monica back to her place, then walk down to you guys apartment. I'll just crash on your couch until I'm sober enough to drive home." "Are you sure?" "Yeah, don't worry about us. Enjoy the rest of the evening." With that, I stood and offered my hand to Monica. "Come m'lady. Your chariot awaits!" She slipped her hand in mine and we walked outside. We stepped to the curb and I hailed a passing taxi. There was no point in Monica being sleepy anymore. As the cab pulled up, I looked at her, "Well, the fresh night air seems to have done you a world of good. You don't look so sleepy anymore." Monica immediately stood straighter and with a look of mild confusion said, "Yes, I actually feel great now." Before she had time to reconsider, I opened the taxi door, slid my hand down the small of her back and gave her a gentle push. She entered the cab without resistance. "Where to?" asked the cabbie. I looked at Monica again, "Wow, I'm REALLY hungry right now. We haven't eaten in hours. Mind if we stop for a bite first?" I knew my powers were in high gear because I heard her stomach growl loudly. "Uh, now that you mention it, I'm starving!" "I thought so. Driver, Greystone restaurant please." "The one on Koval?" "No, the one on Charleston near Las Vegas Blvd." Monica didn't question why we were going to a restaurant further away and in the opposite direction from her apartment. I immediately engaged her in idle chit-chat. The restaurant was not crowded, and I asked the lady at the counter for a booth close to the door. Our hostess wore a short black skirt and my eyes were invariably drawn to her shapely legs. The black nylons she wore made a pleasant hissing sound as she walked us to our seats. I was slightly disappointed to see she wore black sneakers instead of heels. Monica and I slid into opposite sides of the booth and when the hostess handed us our menus I took the opportunity to check her out further. She was probably early to mid-thirties with hazel eyes and curly reddish-blonde hair hanging just below her shoulders. Her skin was fair and she had a light dusting of freckles on her nose and cheeks. A few crow's feet and laugh lines were beginning to show, but they weren't yet deep. Her dark red button-down work shirt was a bit over-sized, but it couldn't hide the fact that she had a very ample chest. She carried a few extra pounds in the rump and hips, but she wasn't fat by any stretch of the imagination. In summation she was the sexy, nice looking housewife next door (though this one wasn't wearing a ring) who would be a real hottie if she hit the gym regularly. I glanced at her name tag and smiled up at her. "Thank you, Ann." She blinked. I think she was taken a bit off guard when I used her name. "Y-your welcome," she replied meekly, quickly turned away, and walked back to her hostess podium. Her mannerisms and movement told me she was a very timid woman who was shy and uncomfortable with herself. I watched her walk away and felt Monica's stare at me. "Not bad," I remarked. "Down boy, I hear those older women are tricky." I grinned. "Maybe she's more up YOUR alley." Monica blushed furiously and stared at her hands. "I..I..I have to go to the bathroom." She left the booth so fast it was as if she were shot out of a cannon. I let her go. Monica's scrambling caused Ann to look back in our direction and I made eye contact with her. I felt my power surge. Three people in one night was another first! I was on a roll. She looked away, but in a few seconds she glanced towards me again. I shrugged my shoulders. "Slow night, eh?" Her eyebrows arched up briefly. I had startled her. "Uh, yeah. Slow." I tapped the end of the table. "Ann, you look really bored. Come chat for a minute." She froze. I gave her my best smile and let my power radiate. I saw her body twitch and then she began to walk towards the booth. I continued to smile and she attempted one of her own. Her self-confidence was so obviously lacking that I felt sorry for her and tried to put her at ease. "All right, cool. Oh, my name is Jake, by the way." "Nice to meet you, Jake." "Mmm hmm. Well, at least on slow nights like this there's nothing to stress about. I would imagine it's kinda relaxing. You can just take it easy for long stretches." The effect on Ann was immediate. Her eyebrows lowered noticeably, she loosened her shoulder muscles, and her posture become less rigid. "Tonight hasn't been bad." Even her voice had dropped an octave. "Great. We've had a good night so far too. Life can be fun. Do you like to have fun, Ann?" She was staring at me, but her focus was a million miles away. She wasn't in a trance, but I had been able to change her demeanor. She was now at ease. "I...yes...fun...I like fun." "I notice you aren't married." "Divorced. Finalized a few months ago." "Sorry to hear that." "No, he was a jerk. Took me 10 years to realize it, and three more to do anything about it." "Anybody who would treat you poorly is a fool. You are a nice woman, Ann, and very pretty too." She blushed and looked away. "Thank you." Some of her nerves had returned. "Look at me, Ann." She turned back towards me and I smiled. "Nothing to be worried about. You deserve the compliment. You know you are a pretty woman don't you?" "I..." "Don't you." It was a statement, not a question. "Yes." "And you have really hot legs." She smiled at me but began to shift from one foot to another. "I'd love to see you in some high heels." "Uhm t-that's sweet of you to say, but I'm on my feet all night. I just can't handle heels on this job." "I understand, Ann. It's just something I'd like to see sometimes because you have such good legs." She giggled. "Well, you never know." "Indeed," I said softly. "So, I guess you get a lot of traffic from the strip club around the corner." "Yes. Some of the girls come in here when they get off shift." "I'll bet you get hit on." She looked away again and blushed. "By the girls?" She said meekly. "Look at me." She did. "Ann, we both know a lot of those girls prefer the company of women. As attractive as you are, I'm certain they flirt with you. Right?" I concentrated to prevent her from lying or avoiding the question. "Y-yes." "Do you like it when they do that? Be honest." She wanted to turn her head, but I wouldn't allow it. I saw her breathing rate increase. "Ann, tell me please. Do you like it when the girls flirt with you?" "Yes." Long pause, then she added, "but nothing ever happens besides that." I could sense her yearning. "It's because you get nervous, right?" "I suppose." She began to chew at her bottom lip. "But deep down you admire them. They're so confident and in charge of their lives. They don't worry or stress. You wonder what it would be like." I deliberately left the meaning of "it" ambiguous. "S-some..sometimes." I focused on putting her at ease again. "It's okay. Nothing wrong with that and it's nothing to worry about. Let's not forget what a slow, relaxing night we're having, eh?" She smile, "Uh huh." Out of the corner of my eye I saw Monica returning from the restroom. She seemed to have regained her composure but she was giving me a quizzical look. She had to be wondering what I was doing chatting up the hostess. Ann noticed her too and she began to turn away from me. I could tell she thought she should return to her hostess station. "Hang on a sec', Ann." She froze. As Monica approached the table I pointed at her and grinned. "Hey, I've got an idea. Just for a sec. Monica, let Ann put on your heels. I was telling her I'd like to see it. I know she'll look hot." "Whaa?" Monica's eyebrows scrunched up. "You're silly. And they wouldn't even look right at all with her outfit. They're white!" "I-I-I couldn't anyway. R-really," Ann stammered and again tried walk away. "Hang on everybody." I let my power flow and both girls stopped. "We're all having a good night. We're all having fun. What would be the harm in letting Ann wear Monica's shoes for a minute? Not a thing." Monica exhaled, "Okay." She sat on the edge of the booth and began to undo the straps on her heels. The hostess looked confused. "Ann, just pull up a chair and get those ugly sneakers off." She complied. Even though Ann got a later start, the complicated wrap-around straps on Monica's sandals meant Ann had her sneakers and black ankle socks off even as Monica was finishing her task. Monica held out her heels to Ann. "Here you go." "Aw now, Monica, help her. They're your shoes and the straps look complicated." At this moment I was only using my power at a very low level. I didn't mind that as a result Monica was able to be a bit annoyed with me. It was part of the fun. Monica rolled her eyes at me, but then turned back to Ann and tapped her own knee. "Slide closer please and put your foot here." Ann lifted up enough to scoot herself and the chair towards Monica. I watched Ann raise her right foot and place it gingerly on Monica's knee. Ann's foot and toes, encased in black pantyhose stood out wonderfully against the white of Monica's pants. "My what pretty feet Ann has! Right, Monica?" Ann involuntarily flexed her toes at my remark. "Yes, Jake," Monica replied through clenched teeth. She cut me an evil glance. I grinned. Monica got both shoes on Ann fairly quickly. Upon buckling the final strap, she tapped Ann's ankle lightly, turned to me and said, "All done." Monica stuck out her tongue at me. I grinned again. "Okay, Ann, let's see." She stood up. "Give us a twirl." The White open-toe heels over her black hosiery weren't going to win her any fashion awards; however, the effect on her body was magnificent. The heels caused her calves to tighten, her hips to rotate back and her chest to thrust forward. "Awesome!" I said loudly. Ann blushed. COUGH!! "Ahem!" Ann spun towards the entrance to see a man and his date staring at her impatiently. I had seen them enter a couple of minutes earlier, but I knew Ann was too distracted to notice them. A look of utter panic showed on Ann's face. "Oh, I ...uh...sorry...right with you folks!" Ann leaned over and began to fumble unsuccessfully with the straps on her shoes. The man coughed again. His date sighed. Ann was having no success and Monica stared at me and frowned, "Way to go, Jake." "She's alright." I turned to our hostess. "Go ahead and take care of them, Ann. Your shoes will be safe here for a minute." Ann looked at me, down at her inappropriate footwear, over at her empty sneakers, and back at me. "Yeah okay, thanks." She walked quickly, though a bit unsteadily to the couple. Monica and I watched her seat the unhappy customers. "I hope you're happy," Monica said sarcastically. She drew her feet up under her. "And I don't want my bare feet to touch this floor." I turned up my power a notch, "Relax, it's no big deal." Monica blinked. "I guess you're right." "Of course I'm right. And her legs look incredible." "Yes they do." I smiled as we both continued to watch Ann. "Mind if I join you?" The voice shook us from our stares. Tonya! I looked up to see her step to the edge of our booth. She wore a devilish smirk, along with a tight zip-up velvet sweat top, matching pink sweat pants, and white sneakers. The top was zipped down enough to reveal the tops of her breasts and a little scoop-necked white undershirt. The outfit itself wasn't particularly hot or especially revealing, but like everything else associated with Tonya, on her it was undeniably sexy. Monica looked as if she'd just seen a ghost. Her skin was almost as pale as her outfit. I thought her jaw might hit the table. Tonya glanced at me and then stared back at Monica. Tonya arched her eyebrows and raised her shoulders, prompting Monica for an answer. Monica was still dumbfounded. I spoke first, but wanted to see what would happen if I held off on using my power. "Hey, how about this? What do you say Monica? Shouldn't we extend a little hospitality?" "I...uh...I...uhm," "What's that?" Long pause. "okay," Monica whispered. Tonya leaned in, "Sweetie, I didn't hear you." I chuckled to myself. Tonya had definitely heard Monica but she was enjoying this too. Monica finally found her voice. "O-okay. Yes, please do." Tonya slowly slid in next to Monica. Monica began to move away. "Monica, I don't think Tonya is going to order a huge feast." Monica startled and looked at me confusedly, "What?" I tapped the wall on the side of our booth. "This wall is solid. No way you can squeeze through it. Besides, I don't think Tonya needs THAT much room." Tonya looked at me and laughed aloud. Monica's previously ghost white skin turned blotchy and red. "S-sorry." She moved a tiny fraction of an inch back towards Tonya. "So Tonya, busy night tonight?" "It was okay. About average." Meanwhile, Monica maintained a death-grip on her menu and her eyes were locked to it. "Well, you're timing is perfect. We haven't ordered yet." "Cool, oh one thing wasn't average for my shift. I got to dance for this REALLY sexy couple." Tonya deliberately drew out the word "really" and faced Monica when she said it. The identity of the couple could not have been more obvious. Monica's skin went from blotchy red to solid crimson and I watched her jaw muscles clench and pulse. I could have used my powers to put Monica at ease, but that could wait. Her embarrassment was amusing to me and I could tell Tonya got a kick out of it too. Just when it seemed things couldn't get worse for poor Monica, Ann walked over and set Monica's shoes on the edge of the table. Apparently Ann had removed them at the hostess stand while we were distracted by Tonya. "Th-thanks," she said meekly, grabbed her own shoes and socks, and scurried away. I let her go. Tonya turned to Monica and gave her one of those what-kind-of-kinkiness-have-you-been-up-to smiles. Monica could only stare at the shoes, contemplating her dilemma. She sat too far from the shoes to simply reach out and grab them. She would either have to slide towards the edge of the table and lean out to get the shoes, which would put her in bodily contact with Tonya OR she would have to ask Tonya to hand her the shoes. Monica looked at me pleadingly, but I had deliberately leaned far back in my seat. I grinned, "See? Ann didn't get in any trouble." Tonya lifted one of the shoes and eyed it closely. "These are hot! I was admiring them earlier tonight, but they look even better in the light." Monica whispered, "th-thank you." "You're welcome. Hey, why was SHE wearing them?" Tonya nodded her head towards the hostess. Tonya's tone was that of a teacher talking to a little schoolgirl. "Jake wanted to see her in them." "Mmmm, Jake's pretty persuasive. Isn't he?" Tonya gave me wink. "Monica helped her put them on," I responded "Well, I'm sorry I missed that. You were so nice to do that, Monica." I decided Monica had suffered enough humiliation. It was time for her to enjoy herself a little. I let my power radiate fully. "Yes, Monica is very nice. She's such a good person and she likes to help people. She should feel really happy with herself because of that." Monica smiled and finally released the menu. Her skin returned to a more natural hue and she raised her posture out of a nervous slump. "Thanks!" Tonya handed her both shoes and Monica immediately began to put them on. I kept my influence going with, "Ah, two girls who like shoes. That's something you don't see every day. Ha! Ha! You two should go shopping together. I know Monica said she really likes the Fashion Show Mall." Floodgates open! Honestly, I did not have to exert too much persuasion to get the two lovely ladies chatting about shopping. All through the meal they were like best friends gabbing away on their favorite topic. I was able to keep my powers at low ebb and I only interjected once or twice (purely for my own entertainment) to direct the conversation briefly towards the topic of lingerie stores. After I handed my credit card to the waitress I again allowed my power to flow fully. "Well, that was a very satisfying meal. I know it's late, but I'm not the least bit tired. This is a lot of fun! You girls look ready and rarin' to go too" "Yeah, I enjoyed this. But I'm not really dressed for going to a club" Tonya smiled at Monica. Monica looked at me, "I can't believe I'm not exhausted." "I've got an idea!" I smacked both hands flat on the table for effect. "Let's go to my place and continue the conversation. I make a mean margarita!" Tonya arched her eyebrow and turned to Monica, "I'm game." Monica looked at me and smiled, "I've always wanted to see your place." "Cool!" The girls began chatting again and the waitress brought me the receipt. I signed it and also scribbled a note on a napkin. I handed the receipt to the waitress and palmed the note. Then I slid out of the booth and made a sweeping gesture with my arm. "Ladies!" They giggled, slid out of their side of the booth and headed towards the door. As Tonya and Monica exited the restaurant ahead of me, I stepped to the side and approached Ann, who had her back to me at the hostess podium. In one swift motion I put my right arm around her shoulder and used my left hand to brush the hair back from her ear. She froze in shock. "Follow these instructions," I whispered. I then slipped the note in the waistband of her skirt and walked away. Tonya and Monica had stopped on the sidewalk. Tonya turned to me, "Should I just follow you guys?" Monica and I looked at each other, "Actually, we are without a vehicle at the moment. Our designated driver is out partying somewhere else," I replied. The Lieutenant's Adventure Ch. 02 "That's easy. We can take my car." We followed Tonya around the side of the restaurant. She pressed a button on her key-chain and the lights on a red sports car flashed in response. "Oooooh, a new Mustang! I absolutely LOVE those! It's gorgeous!" Monica gushed. Tonya's keys sailed through the air towards Monica, "Yo! Think fast!" Monica nearly fumbled, but managed to snag the keys before they hit the ground. The lieutenant shook her head furiously. "No, I couldn't." "Yes, you can and you will. No arguing!" Monica sighed in mock anger but her excitement was obvious. I opened the passenger door and took the back seat. "Better let the owner ride up front," I remarked. "I can give directions and Tonya will help you navigate." Tonya peered over her shoulder at me with that now familiar grin, "Yeah, you seem to be pretty good at giving directions." I merely nodded. Was she somehow aware of what I was doing? The crank and roar of the engine took my mind away from that thought. Monica drove cautiously at first, but she gradually loosened up and began to drive more assertively. A few minutes into our travel a vaguely familiar song began playing on the radio. Tonya looked at Monica and smiled. "Hey this is one of the songs I dance to for that sexy couple." When she used the word "sexy" she ran her index finger up Monica's right arm. Monica shivered. I had not been paying attention to the song when Tonya danced for us, but I recognized it now and took advantage. "How about that, eh? Tonya is SUCH a great dancer. Really nice moves. Don't you agree, Monica?" I didn't allow her the option to disagree. "Yes ... good dancer," she said softly. "Well, thank you so much!" Tonya reached over and began to stroke Monica's arm. I watched Monica's neck and shoulder muscles tighten. "Hey, are you having fun driving Tonya's car? I'll bet it FEELS really good behind the wheel. Really nice and powerful, eh?" Tonya gave me another wink and started caressing Monica's shoulder. "...yesssssss..." We had Monica trapped. She knew she had to concentrate to keep control of the powerful vehicle but this meant she couldn't put up a solid mental or physical defense to Tonya's advances. Rather than use the full extent of my powers, which was required on her at the strip club, I could rely on just a trickle to maintain the situation. I did need Tonya to take things slow enough to keep us out of a car wreck, but I began to sense the dancer and I understood each other pretty well. Tonya continued, "Mmm, baby, you are doing a wonderful job." Tonya had rotated in her seat to face Monica directly. Tonya now gently scratched the back of Monica's neck with her left hand and used the other hand to stroke Monica's thighs. "Do you like my car?" ".....mmmm hmmm..." Monica's mouth hung slightly open. I interjected, "you're doing such a good job with Tonya's car. You seem to be having a lot of fun." "...fun...yeah," she whispered. Tonya leaned in and kissed Monica's arm. Her right arm went under Monica's arms and rested on Monica's stomach. Tonya began to nuzzle Monica's shoulder. "You smell delicious." "Th-thanks." Fortunately for our travel safety, we arrived unscathed at my place. I directed Monica to my parking spot and she shut off the ignition. Monica turned and looked at the two of us, "Guys, I ..." "Hey," I quickly interrupted. I sensed Monica was embarrassed again at what just happened and she was about to say she wanted to go home. I let my power radiate fully "Who's thirsty? I am. I'll bet you two are. This is going to be fun. We're gonna have such a good time!" "Well, I guess I could use a drink." "Me too!" The car doors opened. End of Chapter 2 The Lieutenant's Adventure Ch. 03 If you are under the legal age of consent in your area (generally 18 years but sometimes as much as 21), or if you are offended by graphic descriptions of sex and sexual pleasure between adults, please do not read further. The author fully realize the PREMISE of this story is not original, but chapter one IS loosely based on actual events (minus the mind control aspects). All subsequent events are purely fiction. Do not post elsewhere without the expressed, written permission of Samurai Sword. © 2006 by Samurai Sword. All rights reserved. Notice: This chapter is NOT about violence or pain. It contains elements of mild physical and strong psychological coercion. This chapter is fiction and the author does not condone or advocate nonconsensual sex. * I led the girls up to my apartment, engaging them in idle chit-chat along the way. I only needed a minute to unlock the door, flip on the lights in the living room and deactivate the alarm. Tonya tossed her purse on the couch and Monica placed hers gently on the coffee table. "Alright, let me get you ladies a drink." Tonya laughed and placed her arm around Monica's shoulder, "We want a tour of this 'bachelor's pad' first." Monica's shoulders stiffened and she smiled at me meekly. "As you wish!" My apartment was neither large nor fancy. The tour took only a couple of minutes and ended in my bedroom. While I told some blah-blah-blah story about my real estate agent helping me find the place, Monica stared at some pictures on the wall. Tonya stepped to within a few inches of me and looked at me quizzically. I grinned and looked at Monica who had her back to me. She was standing a few feet away and was still staring at the pictures. "I just have to say, you ladies are SO incredibly hot. Whew! I mean you are both just smokin' sexy women. How could anyone resist?" Monica turned, "Uh, thanks Jake, I..." Tonya covered the distance between them in an instant. Before Monica knew what hit her, Tonya kissed her forcefully on the lips. "EEMMMMM!!!" Monica squeaked in surprise. Nearly simultaneously the picture frames rattled loudly as the force of Tonya's embrace thumped Monica's back and rear end against the wall. Tonya tightened her embrace and kissed Monica harder. Monica's hands flew out from her sides, palms up and open. Tonya's arms were wrapped around Monica's upper arms, preventing the brunette from getting any leverage to push away. Tonya broke the kiss with a loud SMACK! I wanted to see what level of my power would be required in this situation. So I didn't give Monica a full blast. Before Monica could say anything or react further I interjected, "YEAH, that is beautiful! Oh, you girls are incredible together. Don't stop! This is waaaay hot!" Tonya lowered her head and began to work on Monica's neck. Every time Monica tried to speak in protest, Tonya cut her off with a bite, lick, or nibble that forced Monica to roll her head back or to one side. Meanwhile Tonya scissored her right leg between Monica's legs and used upward leverage to further pin Monica against the wall. This freed Tonya's hands and she now let them roam freely over Monica's ribs, shoulder and arms. Monica tried to look at me pleadingly but Tonya's actions kept causing Monica to groan and break eye contact. I had deliberately not pushed aside all of Monica's inhibitions and I sensed she thought I might be her lifeline – a way out of this situation, if only she could get me to help. She was about to discover just how wrong she was. Tonya cooed to her, "Mmmm, you like that don't you baby?" I joined in, "Of course she does. Don't you Monica? Tonya knows how to make you feel good, right?" "....uhhhgnnnn..." "Right?" Tonya slid her hands up Monica's sweater and cradled her breasts. "Oh God!" "Answer his question," Tonya commanded, giving the breasts a firm squeeze. "Yes! Oh ...oh...oh...yessssss!" Monica's hands collapsed to her side in surrender. In a blur Tonya whipped Monica's sweater up and off. She then began kissing Monica on the lips again. This time more gently. Monica ceased her resistance but she was still not actively participating. Tonya eased the pressure she was using to hold Monica against the wall and began to gently stroke Monica's face and neck. Tonya was persistent, keeping this up for several minutes. I stepped closer to get a better look. Gradually, almost imperceptively, Monica began to respond. Monica gently placed her trembling hands on Tonya's hips. Monica's lips parted and Tonya's tongue immediately darted into the opening. Both girls moaned. Tonya continued stroking Monica's face and neck with one hand, while she unzipped her own top with the other. Tonya soon freed herself from her sweat-top, without breaking the make-out session. She next crossed her arms in front and wrapped her fingers in between Monica's fingers. She used their now intertwined hands to grab hold of her undershirt. In this manner she forced Monica to help her pull the undershirt over Tonya's head. Both women were now down to their bras. Tonya quickly began kissing Monica again. Monica's hands came to rest on Tonya's shoulders, but Tonya was more adventurous. She groped Monica over her bra and I could see Monica involuntarily press her chest into the contact. Tonya loosened her leverage and allowed Monica's back to separate from the wall. In one swift motion Tonya slid one arm around the small of Monica's back and the other around Monica's neck. She pulled Monica's upper body towards her and pushed up slightly with her legs. This allowed Tonya to pirouette both their bodies. Before Monica even understood what was happening, Tonya pushed both women forward two steps to the side of my bed. Monica was off balance and toppled over on the comforter with Tonya on top of her. "Unmmfff!" The combination of surprise, a short fall, and Tonya's weight forced the air out of Monica's lungs. Tonya used Monica's momentary disorientation to her advantage as she climbed onto the bed and straddled Monica's hips with her thighs. Tonya leaned down, allowing her hair to create a veil around Monica's head. Tonya began kissing Monica again and both women were soon moaning softly. Tonya reached back and unclasped her bra. When the straps came loose, they dropped down Tonya's arms and the bra fell on Monica's neck. Something about this contact seemed to raise Monica's self-awareness and her body stiffened. Monica broke the kiss and turned her head to the side. "Please, no. I can't. This isn't right..." Tonya flung the bra aside and cradled Monica's face in her hands. "Oh, baby, there's nothing wrong with this. We're just having a bit of fun. I can tell you like it." "I can't. This isn't supposed..." I was strongly tempted to let Tonya work it out herself, but I didn't want the action to slow down. I interjected with a modest dose of my power. "Just have a good time Monica. Your body is responding beautifully. Your body wants this. Everything is safe here. Nothing to worry about." "I don't know...I..." "Shhhhh," Tonya placed a finger delicately against Monica's lips. Tonya leaned in again and whispered, "It's okay, baby. Just have fun. We're all friends here." Tonya began kissing Monica again. "Mmmm....mmmmm" I figured I could quietly help things along. I went to the side of the bed and started with Tonya's shoes. In a moment I had both her sneakers and socks off. She broke her embrace with Monica long enough to look back and give me a wink. Monica's knees were still bent and hanging off the edge of the bed. I squatted and very delicately began unbuckling the straps on Monica's heels. Tonya's actions must have had her distracted, because I got the heels off without any apparent reaction from Monica. I moved around to the opposite side of the bed and lowered my elbows to positions above and just to the outside of Monica's shoulders. I gently worked my hands under Monica's shoulder blades and let my fingers come to rest under her arms. She seemed not to be aware of me. I radiated a small amount of power. "Why don't you girls move to the center of the bed?" Tonya rose slightly and loosened her grip on Monica. It was my opening to pull Monica so that her entire body was now on the bed. Monica's only response was a weak, "huh?" I released her and sat on the corner of the bed. Tonya again collapsed on top of Monica. She began to squeeze Monica's breasts more forcefully. Tonya planted butterfly kisses on the tops of Monica's breasts and licked between her cleavage. Tonya's breasts pressed against Monica's tight stomach. "Oh...oh...oh...god...nnnnghhhh." Monica ran her hands through Tonya's hair. Tonya's hands found the front clasp on Monica's bra and she released it. Before the cups fell away, Tonya slid her hands under them and onto Monica's bare flesh. Monica's back and neck arched fiercely. "OH...OH....AHHHHhhhhh..." The only things now hiding Monica's breasts from the open air were Tonya's hand. Tonya spoke softly to her in a husky voice, "Sweet Monica, you have gorgeous boobs. I love them. Ohhh, they're wonderful." Tonya cradled Monica's breasts, pushed them up and together and then milked them upward further, finishing by twisting the nipples between her thumb and forefingers. The light brown nipples, which were already hard, grew even puffier and gained a reddish tint. "Ahhhhh...ahhhhh....ahhhh." Monica's head turned slowly from side to side. "Doesn't that feel good, Monica?" I asked. "yesssssssss....ohhhhh...yesssss" "What should Tonya do next?" I asked. "Ahhhhh..." Monica couldn't answer. I chuckled. "Well, I think she's getting ready to kiss your nipples." "Ohhhhh...Ohhhhh." Monica's body trembled. "Would you like that, Monica?" "Ghahh...mmmmmmm" "We can't hear you." Monica nostrils flared as she inhaled deeply, "Yes!" Tonya slowed her squeezing of Monica's breasts, "She should ask me nicely." Tonya smiled at me. "Monica, you heard the lady." Monica grunted and attempted to push her chest up into Tonya's hands, but Tonya merely pulled back that much more and further slowed the squeezing. "Mmmmffffff." The frustration in Monica's groan was obvious. "Go ahead and ask her nicely." Monica exhaled, "please...please...ohh" "Please, what?" Tonya whispered. "Ahhh...please kiss my breasts." Tonya grasped Monica's breasts and brought the nipples close together. She proceeded to bath one nipple and then the other with her tongue. Monica's fingers dug into Tonya's shoulders. Tonya firmly rolled one nipple between her thumb and forefinger. The other she encircled with her lips and sucked forcefully. "OHHHH...OHHH...FUCK...Ahhhhhhhhhh." I saw beads of perspiration break out on Monica's forehead. She was rapidly loosing control. "Does that feel good, Monica?" I asked. "YES! S-so fucking goooooooood...ohhhhhhh." I marveled at Tonya's expertise for the next several moments. "Nice. Now it's time you returned the favor, Monica." Tonya moved forward and placed her hands on either side of Monica's head, allowing her large ripe melons to hang tantalizingly in front of Monica's face. Monica had been very timid and hesitant to kiss Tonya's breasts earlier in the evening at the strip club. Not now! The well of her desire had been tapped and Monica greedily sucked at the nipples. She also didn't need gentle prodding from Tonya to place her hands on Tonya's chest. "How's our girl doing, Tonya?" Tonya looked up at the ceiling, "Oh my, she's doing very good." I let my power radiate a bit, "It looks like she's doing quite well." Tonya shot me a strange glance, "Yeah, YOU don't have to convince me." I know the surprise showed in my face. Tonya continued to stare at me for a moment. An understanding passed between us. Somehow, Tonya was aware of my power! She clearly didn't want me to use it on her anymore. My initial shock turned to curiosity and acceptance. This evening was getting more and more interesting. Monica was oblivious to the unspoken communication between Tonya and me. She was moaning steadily, and soon Tonya was moaning too. Tonya reached down with one hand to fondle Monica's breasts. After a few minutes of this, Tonya gently pulled away from Monica and kissed her on the forehead. She steadily worked her way down, kissing eyelids, nose, lips, and neck. She paused for a few moments to lavish some more attention on Monica's chest. Soon she was licking Monica's bellybutton and unzipping her slacks. Monica's pants were fairly tight, but a few determined tugs by Tonya did the trick and they were off. A tiny white thong, soaking wet with Monica's own juices, was now the brunette's only remaining clothing. Tonya dug two fingers around the waistband on one side of the thong and gripped the other in her teeth. Monica's eyes were riveted to Tonya's face. I saw excitement mixed with fear and apprehension. Tonya uttered a playful growl and pulled the thong down Monica's long shapely legs and over her feet. Monica's wet pink womanhood, topped by a thin wisp of dark pubic hair was now exposed. Tonya tossed the thong in my direction and Monica's eyes followed its arc of flight across my bed. I caught the thong in my mouth, shook my head fiercely and growled. It was the perfect tension breaker because we all three laughed. Tonya next inserted herself between Monica's legs, forcing them open. She kissed Monica's stomach and her hands rubbed Monica's thighs. I quickly jumped up from the bed and pulled off Tonya's pants and thong. She giggled and didn't offer any resistance. Her magnificent ass and bald pussy were a stunning sight to behold. Tonya began to kiss lower and her rubbing hands moved closer to Monica's pussy. Monica and I were both mesmerized. Would Tonya's lips reach Monica's sweet spot first, or would her hands? Monica's breathing deepened and became more rapid. Her hips began to rock back and forth and her leg muscles twitched randomly. Tonya's kissed trailed down into Monica's pubic hair, and her hands parted open Monica's vaginal lips. "Ohhh...Ohhhh..." Monica threw her head back and closed her eyes. Tonya paused. "Look at me, Monica." Monica's eyes fluttered open, but she stared at the ceiling. Tonya rested her chin just at the edge of Monica's pussy. "Watch!" She commanded. Monica raised her head and looked down at Tonya. As soon as she did, I slipped a pillow under Monica's head. Tonya opened her mouth and smiled. Then she lowered her face into Monica's quivering wetness. Monica's hips bucked. Her hands found Tonya's head and she locked her fingers in Tonya's hair. It was an understatement to say Tonya knew what she was doing. Tonya was unquestionably gifted at oral sex and she played Monica like a fine musical instrument. She kept her face firmly planted between Monica's legs, but skillfully alternated between licking and sucking, hard and soft. She brought Monica to the brink several times and deliberately eased off. She often allowed her hands to roam up to Monica's breasts -- to great effect. Monica was reduced to a moaning, sweating, breathless mass of nerve endings. Her muscles spasmed and rocked and her voice was ragged and parched. Just when I thought Tonya couldn't make it any more intense, I saw her sneak a hand under Monica's ass. Suddenly, every muscle in Monica's body seemed to clench. "Ghahhhh...ghah...unghhhh..." Monica couldn't seem to catch her breath. Though Tonya's face was still buried between Monica's legs, I could see the mischievous smile in her eyes. "My goodness, Monica. What is Tonya doing to you now?" I asked in mock surprise. "Unngh..ahhh...she's...she's...her...fing...uh..." Monica was still having trouble breathing. "Her finger? She's doing something to you with her finger?" "Ohhhh....yes...yes..." "What is the finger doing?" Monica's hips bucked harder. Her hands found her own breasts and began to squeeze. "T-t-t-touching...touching...mu-mu-mu-my...touching my asssssssss...ohhhh" "Gosh, that's very, very naughty isn't it?" "Y-yesssss...mmmmmmm...mmmmmmm." "What part of your ass?" Monica bit her lip hard, "NO!" Sweat poured off her face. "Now, now. I insist you tell me, Monica. What part of your ass?" "My...ughnnn...my....a-a-asssshole...oohhhhhh...ohhhh...ohhhhh" "I see. So she's running her finger around the rim of your pretty little asshole?" "Yesssssss." "Well, that might be TOO naughty. She should probably stop doing that right now!" Monica's head thrashed back and forth. "NO! NO! please....please...oh." "So you LIKE having her finger circling your hole, even though it's naughty?" "Yessssss...." "Let me get this straight, Monica. You like having a GIRL rim your asshole and lick your pussy?" "ooohh...oohhh...ah..." "Can't hear you?" "Yesssss!" "Well, I bet I know what would get Tonya to keep touching Monica's ass and licking her pussy." Monica looked up at me with desperation and confusion. Her breathing was now shallow and very, very rapid. "Monica I'll bet your hot titties are big enough for you to suck on the nipples all by yourself. That would be quite a show for Tonya. She'd probably be motivated to keep touching your ass." Tonya nodded her head up and down and bellowed a deep "UH HUH" through Monica's pussy. Monica immediately lifted her own breasts and craned her neck as far forward as she could. Her efforts paid off as she was easily able to take a nipple in her mouth. "mmmmmm....mmmmm...mmmmffff." "Hey Tonya, I think Monica deserves a little reward. Maybe you should stick the tip of that finger in her ass." Tonya clearly thought it was a good idea too. The nipple popped out of Monica's mouth as Tonya's finger dipped into Monica's hole. Monica couldn't take it anymore. "Ahmmm..." Monica's vocal chords locked up as the long awaited orgasm sparked powerfully through her body. When the orgasm peaked, her eyes locked with mine and her body went rigid for several seconds. At this moment, time seemed to stand still. I sensed something in my power I had never felt before. I saw tendrils of energy whip from my body and reached into Monica's head. Though my normal eyesight showed my bedroom (seemingly frozen in time), I now also "saw" something else. I couldn't understand it at first. It looked kind of like the old textbook diagrams of soil layers I remembered from school. Suddenly the revelation hit me. I was looking at the landscape of Monica's personality, and all the things buried beneath. Not only did I see her personality, somehow I knew I could also make changes. This was a power I had never imagined. Deep in the layers I saw a pulsing dot. Don't ask me how I knew, but I just knew it was her repressed lesbian desire. If I so chose, I could permanently bring it to the surface. But it was buried beneath a number of layers, including a very thick layer of heterosexual desires. It was clear to me now that which I already suspected -- Monica was not a gay person in denial. She was a straight girl who merely had a very mild lesbian curiosity, hence the mere tiny dot in her personality. It was pulsing because it was being acted on right now. If I tried to bring the dot upwards through the thick layers, so that she would act on lesbian impulses on a regular basis, I might do serious damage to her psyche. That went way beyond a single night of fun for me. I wasn't ready for that and didn't think it proper. Instead I left the dot where it was and merely gave it a small burst of energy that I knew would be temporary. I next located an even smaller dark dot (her interest in and sexual response towards hosiery and nylon) and also gave it a very strong temporary burst, causing it to pulse as well. It too would serve its purpose soon. Finally, before "exiting" her mind, I next located her main sex-drive and gave it a similar burst. The Lieutenant's Adventure Ch. 04 If you are under the legal age of consent in your area (generally 18 years but sometimes as much as 21), or if you are offended by graphic descriptions of sex and sexual pleasure between adults, please do not read further. I fully realize the PREMISE of this story is not original, but chapter one IS loosely based on actual events (minus the mind control aspects). All subsequent events are purely fiction. Do not post elsewhere without the expressed, written permission of Samurai Sword. © 2006 by Samurai Sword. All rights reserved. * Tonya looked at me quizzically, "Who the hell rings your doorbell at three-thirty in the morning?" "Well, if you want to know more about my powers, here's an opportunity to watch, learn and participate. Just go along and I promise to tell you more when we're done." "Okay, but promise not to use your 'powers' on me again. I'll know if you do." "Promise. One more thing – I made a couple of 'temporary adjustments' to Monica's psyche. Do you have any problems dealing with a little harmless fetish play in the next few minutes?" Tonya sighed and shook her head, "Why not?" I kissed her on the cheek and then headed for the front door. "Wake Monica up," remarked as I left the bedroom. ---- "Ann! What a pleasure! Do come in. I'm glad you found the place." Our restaurant hostess from earlier in the evening stood in the doorway. She had an unmistakable deer-in-the-headlights look. In one of her hands was a black plastic shopping bag and in the other was my scribbled note. "Please come in," I repeated. She didn't move, "Well I don't know if I should. I mean I was just..." Ooops! The events of the past several minutes had caused me to forget that I actually needed to USE my powers at this point. I let them radiate fully towards the nervous woman. "Of course you should, Ann. Absolutely the right thing to do. We're all friends here. Come on in." I reached out and took her by the elbow. "What's that you brought?" I faked ignorance and pointed at the plastic bag in her hand. She couldn't look me in the face. Staring at the floor she mumbled, "Just, ah, just what you wanted me to bring." "Oh? Well first of all I must insist that you relax. Nothing to worry about here. Everything is going to be just fine. You're done with work now. You should feel great to be off shift." Ann breathed out deeply and her eyes brightened. "Yeah, I feel pretty good to tell the truth." "That's great." I didn't ease up on my power as I took her by the hand. "Now please follow me." --- "Oh!" Ann startled as we rounded the corner into my bedroom. The site before us was enough to make me pause for a second as well. Tonya had pulled the bed covers partially over herself and Monica. The two women's bodies pressed together as they slowly and sensually kissed. "Ah ladies, excuse me." They broke off the kiss. "We have a visitor. You both remember Ann?" "Sure, hi!" smiled Monica, looking appreciatively at Ann's legs. "Nice to see you again," said Tonya. Ann was still stunned. Her jaw hung open. I squeezed her hand. She startled. "Uhm, hi. Nice to see you too." I looked at Monica and Tonya, "Ladies, Ann is bearing gifts for you." "Ooooh, cool. What is it?" asked Monica. Tonya merely raised an eyebrow at me. I squeezed Ann's hand again, "show them." Ann tore her gaze away from the girls to stare at me. I smiled, "Go ahead. You've got the bag." Ann looked back at the girls as her hands fumbled briefly with the plastic shopping bag. She pulled out two small flat packages and held them up for the girls to see. "PANTYHOSE! Yaaah!" Monica squealed and scrambled from under the bedsheets. She ran to Ann and wrapped her in a tight hug. "Thankyouthankyouthank!" Ann was so surprised by the naked girl that the packages tumbled from her hand. Monica let go of Ann, scooped up the packages and jumped back on the bed, crashing into Tonya's side. It was Tonya's turn to be surprised and confused, "Goodness!" she said, looking at me. Monica words were bubbly and fast paced, "Awesome! Oh look, they're crotchless. Which do you want, the black or the nude? I'll take black if you don't want it. I have to get these on right now. This is so awesome. I just LOVE pantyhose. Here!" Monica had already ripped open both packages and tossed the nude pair to Tonya. Tonya looked at me and nodded. She understood I had brought out something new in Monica. I rolled my index finger in a "go-ahead" motion. I put my arm around Ann's shoulder as both women pulled on the pantyhose, Monica much quicker and more eager than Tonya. "Well, your gift is certainly a hit. Great job, I'm glad you came through." God bless Las Vegas for having plenty of all night sex shops! "Thanks, I'm glad too." Ann whispered as she watched the two girls. Monica had finished putting her hose on much faster than Tonya, and approached the blonde, "May I help?" Tonya was sitting on the bed. Her right foot was already in the hose and she had the other side bunched up in her hands, with her left foot poised to step in. She looked at Monica and with a big grin Tonya deliberately dropped the bunched nylon, "Ooops, yeah, I guess I do need some assistance." "Goody!" Monica beamed, not picking up on the slight sarcasm in Tonya's voice. Monica kneeled beside Tonya's left leg. I decided it was time to get our newest guest into the mix and I gave her another full blast of my power. "Ann, I do believe Monica could use a little help. I'll bet you could do a great job assisting her. That would be fun for you." "Okay!" Ann replied enthusiastically and made her way to side of the bed where Tonya sat. Monica already had the left leg of the nylon bunched and ready to place on Tonya's foot. "Monica, let Ann help you," I said. "Sure. Here, you take one side and I'll take the other." Ann stood directly in front of the seated Tonya. Ann faced Tonya's left side, looking towards Monica. Ann slipped her hand into one side of the nylon bunch held by Monica. Monica then repositioned her own hold to have a firm grip on the other side. Monica next looked up at Tonya, "Ready?" "What would I do without you two?" Tonya placed one hand on Ann's shoulder and one on Monica's shoulder as she pushed her foot forward into the nylon. Okay, I knew two women assisting another perfectly capable woman with her hosiery was totally overkill. From a simple task standpoint it was also awkward and silly. But I didn't care anything about that. The vision before me was un-fucking-believably beautiful. Ann and Monica worked together to get the one side of the hose up to Tonya's knee. Then Ann stepped to Tonya's right and began working the other side. They tugged the pantyhose up over thighs and hips and finally smoothed them into place on Tonya's waist. Tonya rubbed each girl's shoulder. "That was great. Thanks!" Ann smiled. Monica immediately began stroking her own ass. It was now time to get Ann more involved. "Hey, one of these things is not like the other," I pointed at Ann. Tonya chuckled, "Well, we'll just have to do something about that!" Tonya reached out and popped open the top button on Ann's shirt. Monica fell to her knees and pulled on one of Ann' shoelaces. "Oh, my, I..." Ann's eyes opened wide and her body jerked. She took a step back from the girls. I moved towards Ann and let her have another dose, "Easy, it's okay. Ann, we're all having a good time here. Nothing is wrong. Nothing bad is going to happen. Everything is safe. This is fun. You've been enjoying yourself, I know it." A dreamy look crossed Ann's face. "fun?..." "Yes, fun. That's what we're all having. But too much clothing isn't fun. It's boring." She frowned. "Boring?" "Yeah, boring is bad. Clothes are boring. Except for pantyhose aren't boring. Those are fun for you girls. And YOU brought them here! That means you already know how to have fun!" Ann's body swayed slightly. "Yes, I like to have fun. I like pantyhose." "Of course you do. You're a sexy woman. The only things standing in your way right now are those icky clothes." She frowned again, "Yeah." "Now, you just let Tonya and Monica help you." "Okay." The girls resumed Ann's disrobing. Tonya tugged Ann's blouse out of her skirt and worked through all the buttons. Monica untied both shoes and pulled them and the black ankle socks off. "Nice, this is going so well. Ann, you're going to have so much fun. These girls know how to make you feel good. I can tell you're feeling better already, right?" "Better? Yes, better. Much better." She was totally passive now, watching the girls' efforts. "My, what a boring bra," Tonya remarked as she pushed the blouse off Ann's shoulders to reveal a plain full coverage white cotton bra. "That's okay," I responded, "We're getting rid of boring things here." Monica seemingly abandoned the disrobing job as she was content for the moment to stroke Ann's calves and feet. Tonya next unbuttoned the top of Ann's skirt and pulled the zipper. She pushed the skirt down over Ann's hips and Monica moved her hands out of the way to allow the skirt to fall to the floor. Monica looked up, "Hey, not crotchless, and ewwwww, granny panties!" Ann's full-size white cotton panties were indeed a terrible blemish underneath the black hosiery. "S-s-sorry." She blushed and attempted to cover herself with her hands. "It's okay, Ann. No need to apologize. You shouldn't feel bad. In fact, you should feel very good, because everything will be fixed and you'll feel great." Ann stood a little straighter and smiled. Monica returned to stroking Ann's feet and legs. Tonya stepped behind Ann and removed the older woman's bra. Ann's body was an interesting contrast in comparison to the two girls. Here was a mature woman. Though her stomach and hips probably looked better than the vast majority of women her age, she clearly had a few more pounds and less muscle tone than Tonya or Monica. It was apparent she didn't yet have saggy breasts but they probably had a noticeably higher place on her chest 10 years ago. She still had a fairly clear complexion, but time was beginning to rob her of the supple skin of youth. Ann was no longer a kid, but she was aging pretty darned well. No sane husband could say he dumped her because she'd lost her looks. I took a pair of scissors from the nightstand and handed them to Tonya. "See if you can make Ann match." "No problem," she laughed. Tonya positioned herself behind Ann and set the scissors within easy reach. Tonya then took hold of the waistband on Ann's hose and began to roll them down just below Ann's hips. Monica watched for a moment and then responded with an "Ahhh" as she now comprehended the blonde's plan. Monica helped get the top of the hose even lower. Ann watched it all with unblinking curiosity. Tonya next pulled one side of Ann's panties away from her hip and carefully ran the scissors between Ann's flesh and the cotton fabric. A single snip cut through the material. Tonya repeated the process on Ann's opposite side. With a few gentle tugs, Tonya pulled the now ruined panties out of Ann's hose and tossed them towards me. I repeated my earlier antics, catching them in my mouth and uttering a loud growl. The three women laughed. I was sort of expecting Ann to have a large unkempt bush, but I was pleasantly surprised to see a well groomed triangle. While, it wasn't Monica's tightly cropped "landing strip," it fit Ann's figure and age very well. Tonya stepped around towards Ann's front and faced the older woman. "Almost there. Hey, help me Monica." Monica rose to her feet and stood beside Tonya. Tonya placed the back of her hand against Ann's stomach. Ann looked down silently with an open-mouthed stare. I watched the skin on her stomach break out in goose bumps. Tonya carefully slid her hand down inside the waistband of Ann's pantyhose, coming to rest at the juncture of Ann's right hip and thigh. Monica seemed to understand Tonya's plan and she performed the same movement on Ann's left side. Both hands inside Ann's hosiery simultaneously pulled out from her body and slightly down. The cotton panel on Ann's hosiery was now separated from her body by a couple of inches. Using her free hand, Tonya brought the point of the scissors towards the outside of the cotton panel. The sight of the scissors caused Ann's to inhale sharply. Her body flinched. "OH MY!" "It's okay, Ann. Tonya knows what she's doing. You can relax now. You'll enjoy this." My voice soothed her. Tonya slowly rotated the scissor points downward so that they faced more towards the floor than Ann's body. She positioned one of the points against the panel and gently applied force until the point penetrated the top of the cotton material. "There." She whispered at Ann. Snip, Snip, Snip. Tonya opened a sizeable hole in the front of Ann's pantyhose without putting a runner in the nylon. Tonya placed the scissors on the dresser. Neither of the younger women was in any hurry to remove their hands from inside Ann's hose. In fact, both hands began to roam as the girls pressed their bodies to either side of Ann. Tonya kissed and nibbled at Ann's neck. "Oh my! Oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhh..." Ann's upper body spasmed and her large breasts jiggled pleasantly. Monica, being a bit taller than Tonya, used her free hand to take Ann by the chin and turn Ann's face towards her own. The two women kissed. "Mmmmm, mmmm, mmmmmm." I could tell Monica had worked her tongue into Ann's mouth. Tonya began to caress and then squeeze Ann's breasts. "MMMMMMmmmmmm..." Ann's eyes rolled back and her eyelids fluttered. Tonya freed her right hand from Ann's pantyhose and immediately cradled the older woman's breasts. In an instant Tonya was kissing and sucking at the nipples. "mmm...," Ann's head jerked back, breaking her lip-lock with Monica. She practically screamed, "AAAAHHHH, OH GOD, OH GOD!" Ann's knees buckled. The tight embrace of the younger women was the only thing preventing her total collapse. "Uh, ladies, I think you'd better..." But Tonya already knew what to do and she maneuvered the threesome onto the bed. Because Monica now had a temporary hosiery fetish, I figured it best for her to focus on Ann's lower half. "Monica, I'll bet Ann's feet are a little tired after her shift. You should show them some special attention." Monica gave me a mile-wide smile. "Oooh yeah! Great idea." Ann lay on her back. Tonya sat beside her and leaned down, kissing her softly on the lips. At the other end of the bed, Monica stroked and massaged Ann's feet. Tonya caressed Ann's checks and neck. Monica continued her efforts, getting her face closer and closer to Ann's feet. Ann lay still, her hands by her sides. I prodded the older woman along. "Ann, it's okay. You can touch Tonya. You SHOULD touch Tonya." A trembling hand reached up and rested lightly on Tonya's shoulder. It was a start. "Good, keep going. Tonya feels nice doesn't she?" "mmm hmm." Tonya slowly swung one of her legs across Ann's legs. Their hose hissed softly over one another. Monica looked up toward the sound and moaned, "Ohhhhhh...so beautiful." Tonya's rolled up and rotated over Ann's body. Her knees were positioned to either side of Ann's lower thighs and she lowered her self towards Ann. Tonya's head dipped and her lips reached a point just above Ann's waiting mouth. I could tell Ann was ready to continue making out with Tonya and it appeared the women's lips would be the first part of their upper bodies to come into contact. Tonya paused. Ann waited, anticipating. Tonya grinned. "OH!" Ann cried in shock. Rather than the expected kiss, Tonya had deliberately allowed their nipples to touch first. Tonya was now moving her chest in a small circular motion, causing the nipples to swirl around each other. "Ahhhhhhh!" Ann arched her back up into the luscious contact. Tonya covered Ann's mouth with her own. Meanwhile, Monica pressed her nose into Ann's nylon covered feet and inhaled deeply. "Mmmmm" "ooohh" "mmmmm" "aaaaahhh" Ann and Monica's sounds of pleasure floated through the air. Monica kissed Ann's toes. Ann's hands now freely slid down Tonya's back and she squeezed the dancer's beautiful ass through the sheer hosiery. I sat on the corner of the bed. "Ann, have you ever kissed another woman's breasts?" Tonya propped up on one elbow and winked at me. "N-no," Ann responded, never taking her eyes off Tonya. "Would you like to?" I asked She nodded. Tonya looked at her, "Ask me." "Please," whispered Ann. "Please, what?" replied Tonya as she softly twisted one of Ann's nipples between her thumb and forefinger. "P-please, let me kiss...let me kiss your breasts." Tonya smiled, "Of course, honey." Tonya rose up and inched backwards, knees bent, sitting upright on Ann's thighs. She pulled Ann up to a sitting position, eye-level with Tonya's breasts. A succulent pink nipple hovered within an inch off Ann's lips. Meanwhile, Monica continued with Ann's feet and her own moans grew louder. Tonya stroked Ann's cheek. "It's okay. Kiss them. You know you want to." Ann let out a soft moan and pressed her mouth to the firm nipple. Similar to her earlier efforts towards Monica, Tonya guided Ann's hands onto Tonya's breasts. Ann's didn't need anymore prodding as her desire took over. She lifted and squeezed Tonya's breasts while licking and sucking at the nipples. Before long, I noticed Tonya's eyes close and she bit at her lip. Within seconds, Tonya's moans joined those of Ann and Monica. I moved around the bed to get a better view of Monica's actions. She held Ann's feet and sucked several toes in her mouth at once. Then she sniffed her way down from the toes to the balls of the feet, licked her way back to the toes and started the process again. All the while her moans grew louder and her lovely ass stuck higher in the air. "Having fun, Monica?" "mmmm hmmm" "How does it feel to lick another woman's feet through pantyhose?" "Ohhh God, it's sooooo good!" I rested my hand on her ass. "And you have pantyhose on too." "Ohhhhhhh...mmmmm" She sucked harder on Ann's toe. Without warning, I ran two fingers down her hot dripping pussy. "OHHHHHHHHHH!" "You naughty hose girl, don't stop taking care of Ann's feet," I commanded. I slipped my fingers further in between her lips and stroked harder. Each downstroke brought her swollen clit between my fingers. "Ahhhh...ahhhh...ahhhhh." "You're a dirty little nylon slut, aren't you?" "Ahhh...yesssss." "Tell me what you are!" I rubbed faster and more forcefully. She pushed herself harder into my hand. "Oh..oh...I'm a dirty nylon slut! Dirty nylon slut! OH SO FUCKING aaahhhhhh!" Monica's hips bucked with the orgasm and she jammed her mouth as far down on Ann's foot as she could. Monica sucked softly on the toes as she recovered. I stood and walked to the front of the bed. Ann was still at Tonya's breasts. "Ann, did you know Monica just came while sucking your pretty toes?" I asked. "Mmm hmmm." Ann's response was muffled because her face was buried between Tonya's breasts. "I'll bet it feels nice to have her doing that." "Yessssss!!!" I looked at Tonya, "You know, Monica has been on the receiving end of things twice already tonight. I think it's time for her to give." Monica's eyes flew open. Tonya stared at me for a moment. "Good idea." Tonya gently pushed Ann back and climbed off her. "Monica, make Ann happy. You know what to do," I said. Monica stopped kissing Ann's toe and smiled at the three of us, "Really?" "Yes, go ahead." Ann turned to Tonya, a look of fear and apprehension on her face. "It's alright." Tonya grabbed a pillow and placed it under Ann's head. Tonya then slid an arm under Ann's neck, cradling Ann's head against Tonya's shoulder. Tonya rolled to face Ann, pressing her body against the older woman's side.