Not So Much Borrowed as Loaned
"Do you want to borrow her?" Sharon asked, and as ashamed as she was of her own answer Denise couldn't help giving a tiny little nod. There was just something so incredibly hot about the vacancy behind Jill's empty eyes, the dopey smile on her face and the way her tongue lolled out of her mouth with a thoughtless desire to lick, and even though Denise didn't really know how much of this was on the up-and-up and how much of it was actually some kind of sinister hypnotic control her pussy didn't actually care. It needed to be pleasured, right fucking now this instant, and knowing there was a mesmerized lesbian fucktoy just a few feet away willing to eat her out was kind of messing with the brunette's head.
So she untied the strings on her bikini as Jill crawled over to her--it seemed foolish to insist on modesty with Sharon already naked and smeared with the messy evidence of her arousal all up and down her inner thighs--and she lay back on the couch and tried to relax into the sensation of warm breath against her pussy lips instead of thinking about the wild, unexpected situation she found herself in. This was supposed to be a relaxing day on the beach, not an intense sexual encounter with a beautiful blonde lesbian and the friend she'd apparently turned into an on-demand rugmuncher with the help of irresistible hypnosis, and Denise honestly wasn't sure if she could even get into what was happening until Jill's tongue made contact with her labia and she found that she absolutely could.
"She's very talented, isn't she?" Sharon cooed, sitting down next to Denise and reaching out to gently stroke her forehead. "It's that deep trance that does it. Jill's so mindless right now, so blank and empty and obedient, and that total focus on cunt is what makes it all so perfect. Nothing in that pretty, empty head but wet pussy and lapping, licking tongues, sending everything else drifting away into blissful irrelevance and turning the whole world into pleasure. It's just perfect, isn't it, Denise?" Sharon was undoing Denise's bikini top, tracing the tan lines on her breasts with her fingers, but Denise couldn't exactly tell her to stop. Not when she was so profoundly grateful to her for introducing her to Jill's single-minded devotion to cunnilingus. She nodded vacantly, her mind more on the pounding pleasure in her clit than the conversation.
"Exactly," Sharon murmured, her thumbs now strumming Denise's nipples with a speed and rhythm that left the supine woman's eyes rolling back in her head in ecstasy. "Vacant and deep and focused on cunt and it's so perfect, so wonderful, so enticing and sexy. Obedience and pleasure, wrapping that pretty mind up in pink ribbons so tight it's impossible to escape, making struggle useless and exhausting, and doesn't that sound so hot? Doesn't that make you so fucking wet, sweetie?" Denise had a momentary flicker of realization then, as she found herself agreeing with Sharon just a tiny bit too much to simply write it off as a closer understanding of what was making Jill such a meek and helpless submissive… but by then it was too late. Her mind was utterly submerged in arousal, sunk too deep to lever herself out of it, and if she knew she was sinking into trance for Sharon it somehow seemed like a worthwhile trade-off for this kind of pure, unthinking bliss. She let her eyelids flutter shut and sagged into limp, mewling relaxation, and drifted off into acceptance of everything Sharon was telling her as her first orgasm hit.
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