Leading Bridget

[BLACK BART]

Jeff enjoyed the hot water and the way it revived his tired body, his mind going forward to Bridget's plan and just how it might be accomplished.

"That feels good slut"

He smiled and spoke to the figure that knelt at his feet, her mouth moving vigorously up and down his rock hard shaft...

"Soooo good"

Leaning back into the wall and water he watched Bridget's skill with her mouth and admired her ripe body as the water rolled off of it.

"AHHHhhhhhhh"

He groaned and felt his body go weak, his eyes watching her lick the last drop off her lips and grin like the proverbial cat.

"So who do we call first?"

He questioned as they stepped from the shower and dressed quickly, his urge to keep Bridget to himself growing with every minute....

"Or is the question...do you mind me fucking the Professors hot wife?"

He posed, then grinned as Bridget smiled and asked.

"You mean "us" fucking her , don't you?"

Nodding he laughed as she picked up the phone and pulled the number from her blouse pocker, her eyes bright as she made the call and convinced the party atthe other end she needed to "come in for those free sessions tonight, or lose them.

"Say free Master, and us women will come running"

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Within an hour Heather Blackwater was at the door of Jeff’s office and Bridget was answering the door. She’d gotten dressed in a loose sweater and a pleated knee length skirt. She welcomed the woman in and offered her a glass of tea.

“I don’t know what this was about. I don’t recall making any sessions with some doctor,” the woman replied, accepting the tea, but still leery of being in the Doctor’s office.

Bridget smiled warmly. “You didn’t. Your husband did. He said something to Doctor Diamond about your addiction to nicotine and how you wanted to kick the habit. Doctor Diamond is known to be one of the top hypnosis in the States and well. . .trust me you’re in good hands. He’ll have you off your addiction with one session. You’ll be craving life more than a cigarette. Hell. . .he’s made me capable of doing things I never thought possible.”

“Bridget?”

She turned and welcomed Jeff into the room with a warm smile. “Hello Doctor. Missus Blackwater is here and she’s anxious to meet you.”

Heather lifted a brow, but didn’t refute Bridget’s overzealous claim. “Do you need me here or would you prefer I go?” she asked, still not sure how much of her presence was needed during this “first” session.

 

[BLACK BART]

"It's proper to have another woman in the room when the Doctor is of the opposite sex?"

Jeff alibied and as Heather looked to Bridget he dropped the tiny pill into her cup of tea.

"Perhaps you'd go through the question forms as I set up the demonstration?"

Jeff smiled and nodded to the woman, averting his eyes so she wouldn't see the lust in them, his glances confined to making sure she drank the cup of tea.

"Perfect, so the goal is to stop smoking and lose ten pounds?"

He played the proper Doctor and glanced over the filled out forms.

"We should be able to accomplish that in two sessions, shouldn't we Bridget?"

Turning on the screen he instructed Heather to watch it, knowing the drugged tea would soon put her in a mild level of sleep, and that once she was in that state she would be easily controlled...at least temporarily.

"Bridget, dim the lights will you?"

He instructed and moved aside, waiting silently as Hether yawned several times then laid her head downon the table before her.

"Just like that?"

Bridget questioned curiously and Jeff explained to her how limited the first session would be in control and in time.

"I can make her stop smoking...eat better...and one more suggestion that will stay with her, do you have a suggestion?"

Bridgets suggestion and smile matched in evil intensity, and as she spoke the single word Jeff grinned, then nodded...

"Nympho"

Twenty minutes later the suggestions were in place, Heather would no longer desire cigarettes or fast food...and with the speaking of the trigger word turn into an obediant and willing slut...

And as she woke all that remained was to test it...

"Show Missus Blackwater to the office will you Bridget, there's one last form she needs to sign in there"

Jeff winked to his accomplice and turned the intercom on,, waiting until the two women entered the room to speak the trigger word....

"Missus Blackwater, it says your current employment is that of a NYMPHO, is that true?"

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Heather’s head snapped up and Bridget eyed her with a look of curiosity. A bit of her wondered if this was what Jeff had done to her, but she pushed the thought away. Would she want to go back to the spineless Bridget she was before. No. . .she looked at Heather. “What’s wrong Missus Blackwater?” Bridget asked, reaching out to smooth the woman’s hair from her face. She let her fingers caress the smooth temple and then slide lazily down to cup her chin.

“I feel so warm and. . .”

“Moist?” Bridget asked, slipping herself between the desk and the woman who was working to loosen her blouse, because of the intense warmth her body was feeling. “Let me help you?” Bridget whispered, reaching out and slipping one button loose, then another. Soon Heather was helping remove the blouse and toying with Bridget’s long red hair.

“You’re beautiful Bridget,” Heather whispered, reaching down and cupping the young student’s breast.

“Mmm. . . so are you,” Bridget answered and pulled her shirt off, exposing her tits for the other woman’s hungry gaze. “Doctor Diamond won’t be back for a while.”

Heather’s lips formed a pout. “That’s too bad.”

Bridget giggled. “I’ll help you though.” She pushed Heather’s chair back and offered her a hand. The woman rose and removed her bra. Bridget purred in pleasure and reached out to caress the round globes of Heather’s tits. She cupped them, squeezed them and then played with the hard points. Heather moaned and arched her back, pushing herself closer to her tender teacher.

With a single step Bridget closed the distance and bent her head down to circle Heather’s right nipple with her tongue. She knew her Master was not only listening, but watching the interaction and she wanted desperately to give him pleasure. She eased her lips from one nipple to the other. She traced the shape of the dark rosy areola before tugging on the pearl with her teeth and pulling it out. She released it and her boob bounced and swayed.

Heather’s fingers dug into Bridget’s hair. Bridget moved to the other globe, treated it with deliberate seduction and then licked her way up the woman’s body. Their mouths met in a heated and hungry kiss. Bridget sucked on Heather’s moist muscle, drawing it out, then biting her lower lip and snapping it back. Heather whimpered. Her fingers slid down Bridget’s back, pressing her upper body to against Bridget’s ample bosom. Their nipples collided, sending erotic sparks through creamy flesh.

Heather’s lips moved from Bridget’s. She sucked on her neck, and reached for the skirt the student wore. Bridget complied, stepping back and pulling her skirt down. Her shaved pussy gleamed with juices and she slipped a finger inside. “You like?” she asked, knowing the question was not only for the woman in front of her, but for her lover behind the door.

“Yesss. . .” Heather admitted, pulling her own skirt off and then forcefully yanking her panties from her round hips. “It’s beautiful,” Heather admired and then touched Bridget’s hot mound.

“So is yours,” Bridget replied and pushed several of Jeff’s papers from his desk. “Climb up here,” she told Heather.

Heather did as she was instructed and lay on the desk. Bridget grinned and climbed over her. She straddled the woman’s face with her slick pussy and lowered her own hungry mouth to Heather’s trimmed cunt. Without thought as to what they were doing, both women began to munch on the other’s swollen lips and hardened clits.

Bridget swiped her tongue up and down Heather’s sex, pushing a finger into her hot, slippery home and driving it to the left and then right. Her teeth tugged and pulled on wet flesh. She sucked and kneaded the older woman’s pussy, forcing a second finger in and then a third. She gasped when she felt Heather tease her ass. “Ohh fuck yes, you slut,” Bridget hissed and moaned, before blanketing Heather’s cunt with a full frontal assault of teeth, tongue, and fingers.

Heather dove into her meal with the enthusiasm of a cat who’d be caged too long. She gnawed on Bridget’s clit, bringing the woman’s heady juices to the forefront where she drank them down. She pushed a finger into the girl’s tight asshole, drove it in and out and the pushed in fingers from her other hand into Bridget’s sloppy pussy. Her tongue made sure to lap up at all the delicious streams that coated her soft mound. She turned her head and cleansed the woman’s thigh and then returned to drink the honey from its source.

“Bridgettttttt...” Heather growled, lifting her hips and bucking hard against the college student’s face. “Fuck... ohhh fuck... me...”

Bridget laughed and ground her hips harder into Heather’s face. “Shut the fuck up and eat, God Damn it!” Bridget cursed. She forcefully slid her cunt up and down on the older woman’s face, felt her clit being mashed and her ass being toyed with. “Ooooh fuccckkk!” she squealed as her come cascaded from deep within her.

Heather grinned in delight, opened her mouth and accepted the hot gift of liquid silk. Bridget shuddered, arching her back and coming a second time as Heather continued to eat her out. “Meee...” Heather begged and Bridget laughed.

She dove back into the slippery sex she’d been feasting on and soon she too was drinking the squirting fluids that hit the back of her throat and slid warmly into her belly. She pushed herself from Heather’s body and licked her lips. “Let’s move to the sofa. I’ve always wandered what it would feel like to rub my pussy against another.”