Homeomorphism - Step 01 - Sex Stories

Homeomorphism - Step 01

... of composure, grinding herself against the source of her pleasure, rhythmic moans crawling from deep within her core. Charlotte's tongue, dancing playfully across her ear and neck, felt incredible, as did her words, creeping into Hayley's brain and stroking it.

Charlotte glanced at her phone, feeling immense pride that it had been less than three minutes since she began. Three minutes was all she needed to reduce Hayley from her proud, regimented self to this.

"What were you going to say?" Charlotte asked, suddenly slowing her fingers.

Hayley whimpered, thrusting helplessly against the quickly disappearing sensation between her legs. She turned her head to look at Charlotte, pouting. Begging. Charlotte just smiled.

"You were going to say something before I interrupted you."

"I...I do...I do hanging-"

Charlotte's fingers resumed their attack and Hayley's words devolved into a groan.

"Hanging what?"

"...hanging...hanging...hang..." Hayley couldn't think straight. Every time a thought formed, Charlotte immediately rubbed it away, ensuring Hayley's brain stayed nice and spotless. Empty, even.

"Hanging knee raises?"

Charlotte's words were no more than incoherent garbles to Hayley now, but she nodded regardless, willing to agree with anything Charlotte said.

Grinning ear to ear, the topless, black-haired girl slid backwards, careful never to stop her rubbing, and tilted Hayley towards her so the taller girl fell against her chest, Hayley's lips ...

... grazing Charlotte's stiff nipple. Seemingly driven by nothing but instinct, Hayley latched on, sucking happily on Charlotte's breast.

Charlotte let out a blissful groan, feeling herself getting wet at the sight of Hayley mindlessly sucking on her tit. She began to rub harder, practically digging her fingers into the soft flesh of Hayley's pussy, eliciting a gasp from the needy girl.

It had only been a month, but Charlotte already knew Hayley's body better than Hayley knew it herself. She knew exactly where Hayley needed to be touched. Exactly how hard she needed to be touched. Exactly how long she needed to be touched. Hayley - greedy, desperate Hayley - would touch herself for too long if she did it herself. Charlotte knew what Hayley liked to hear - what she liked to imagine - whispering exactly the right words to guide her through a forest of humiliation by the faint candlelight of praise.

It was like a game to her, or a science experiment, as she searched for every possible combination - every permutation - of sensations she could inflict on the needy, helpless girl trapped in her grasp, noting the effectiveness of each in her mental lab notebook.

She could elicit specific breaths, sighs, whimpers, moans, groans, or grunts to play a song.

She could control Hayley's expressions like a puppet, desperately pleading one second, slack jawed and grinning the next.

She could make Hayley say things she would never dream of saying otherwise.

"Who's my good, needy ...