Controlled by His Voice Box Set (Erotic Romance) (19 page)

"Does she look clean down there?"

"Yes, mentor."

"Is the hair all around her anus removed as I instructed?"

"Yes, mentor."

"Really look, Meghan. Spread those cheeks and look closely."

I wrenched her ass cheeks further apart. Her rosebud widened. God, even her butthole is beautiful! No discoloration. No moles.

"It looks just perfect, mentor."

"Good", he said as he stood up and folded his arms. "Isabella, turn around."

She did, stealing a glance down at me before looking straight ahead.

"Now inspect Isabella's pussy," said Tristan.

Her muff was a couple of shades darker than the rest of her, a delightful light brown. Bright pink lips drew squiggly lines down from her rather large clit. I could smell her. She was wet. As I looked, I could see a sheen of moistness all over. She was very very wet.

"It's good," I said.

Good? What did I mean by that?

"Is it clean?" he said.

"Um... sure... it looks clean, mentor."

"Well, then taste it to find out."

Taste it? No! Look, fuckhead, I'm not going there. You're NOT going to make me part of your little lesbo fantasy!

Shut up, Meghan. It's just a pussy. It isn't going to kill you.

Oh, fine.

I stuck my tongue out and leaned forward. I licked from the bottom of her inner lips almost to her clit. I heard her gasp and lean forward a little. But what shocked me the most was how much I enjoyed the taste of it.

"Very clean, mentor," I said.

"Are you certain?" he said.

"Yes, mentor."

"I don't think so. I want you to really get in there. Explore Isabella deeply."

What is this, the fucking Howard Stern Show?

"But mentor, I---"

"Meghan, would you like to be accepted back into submission training?"

"Yes, mentor."

"Then do as I say. Inspect Isabella deeply. You have no choice. You must do it."

"Yes, mentor."

I put my lips on hers. I stuck my tongue out just a little. God, she was drenched! Her juices dribbled down my chin as I lightly stroked her inner labia.

Oh, fuck it.
I dive in, my nose pressing against her clit. My lips suffuse themselves in her slippery torrent. My tongue finds her tunnel and presses in.

My own pussy rushes to life. God, if you had told me this morning I would be getting aroused while eating the snatch of the most gorgeous girl on Earth, I would never have believed it.

I guess I'm still controlled by his voice, aren't I?

As I lap her up, she sways backward a little. I put my hands on her ass cheeks and pull her into me. She groans.

I almost leap up when I feel her hands touching my hair. Caressing me.

It's okay, Meghan, just relax.

As she strokes my hair, I begin to knead her ass. I lick all around her mound, diving my tongue into the tight little tangle of neatly trimmed black hairs all around her slit. Shit, I'm going to have to grow a few of these. Just a mouthful. They're nice. I like them.

Then I lick her inner lips back and forth, left to right and right to left. I make one sweeping motion upward and press hard for one second into her nub.

She bucks. I know what she's feeling. It's so weird. Being a woman, I know what's going on in there. While I'm a high-scoring cocksucker, I'll never know exactly how that feels. But this...
this
I can feel right along with her.

My God, he's turning me into a fucking lesbian. I'm eating pussy. And I like it. Fuck, what's wrong with me?

"How does her pussy taste, Meghan?" says Tristan.

"Good, mentor", I say.

And it does. I love it. I find my tongue deep inside her, wishing I could shrink myself so I can climb up there and swim around in her ocean.

"Good," said Tristan.

I look up. He is standing to my left, slightly behind Isabella.

"Now bring Isabella to orgasm," he says. "Isabella, I give you permission to cum whenever you want."

"Thank you, mentor," said Isabella.

Don't call him mentor! I'm the only one who gets to call him mentor, bitch!

Shut up, Meghan. Just eat the pussy.

I make strong strokes up and down now, brushing her clit more often. Her hands go wild, messing up my hair.

God, I wish I was naked. But whatever. I just keep burying my face in her cunt until I recognize the involuntary hip motions. Yep, she's about to come.

I press my lips hard around the top of her clit and lick it with my tongue, allowing her own hip movements to slide the entire length of her sodden slit as it travels in and out of my mouth.

Then she shakes all over, letting out three little short sounds. Her hands leave my hair and press into the sides of my neck.

As she comes, I enjoy the power of being the trigger that did it for her. Much like sucking cock, knowing I can bring another person into that state is an amazing thrill.

I hug her pelvis, kissing her dripping snatch as she winds down from her orgasm. I haven't made anyone come in a while and I admit it felt good.

"You both just shared an intimate experience together," he said. "Now show affection for each other by kissing."

Really? You're fucking kidding, right? There better be no hidden cameras, bud. I better not end up on PornHub.

I look up at Isabella from her crotch. She smiles at me as I stand up. I bring my plain white girl lips to her big thick ones and our tongues immediately start dancing. My own pussy is on fire now.

"Good", said Tristan. "Very good. That session is over. Come sit back down."

I felt kind of disappointed at hearing that. I need more. But from him, not her.

We all resumed the same seating arrangement as before, the only difference being that Isabella was stark naked and all aglow from her orgasm.

When the fuck do I get mine?

I looked at Isabella. I hunted for any signs that she felt the same way about Tristan as I do. But I couldn't find any. Her vibe was different. It was like she was made of pure sex. And she just kept on fucking smiling at me.

"Meghan," said Tristan, "strip."

Don't need to tell me twice.

I put my clothes in a neat pile and stand naked in front of Tristan. I look at Isabella. She's staring at me the way I stare at Tristan.

"Isabella," says Tristan. "May I share with Meghan some of your journey?"

Isabella just keeps staring at me.

"Isabella?"

"Hm?" she says. "Oh yes. That's fine."

"Meghan, Isabella here has been struggling with her feelings toward women. I've been helping her to see that she is perfectly free to experience women as well as men. I'd like to try an exercise."

Isabella just kept staring at me. While I do find all this scintillating, there is a sliver of it that hits me the wrong way.

Whatever. Remember the mission, Meghan.

I turn to look at Tristan. He is taking his clothes off. What the fuck? Not that I don't want him to take his clothes off. But I don't want another woman anywhere remotely around when he does so.

Then there's his 8-inch boy, tall and erect. Fuck, is he always erect? How does he do that?

I smile at his cock. It's been a while since I've seen it. I can't help but stare. I want to embrace it like a long lost friend.

My girl down below comes to life, starting her gush. My asshole twitches too. Don't blame her seeing as she's experienced the glory of him and she wants him back.
No, me next!
shouts my puss.

Quiet, girls!

"On your knees," he said.

I complied immediately.

"No," he said. "Not you, Meghan. Isabella, on your knees. Meghan, stand up."

Fuck, where's this going? Not sure if I like it. Nope, I'm sure. Definitely don't like it.

Never breaking eye contact with me, Isabella crawls catlike onto the floor on her knees and looks up at me with wide eyes. Shit, I think she wants to crawl up inside me. Now I'm getting a little uncomfortable.

Then I feel Tristan's hand on my shoulder. The world rights itself and I look into his eyes. I sense strength and calm.

In fact, he always projects strength and calm.

Except for one time.

"Now, Isabella, suck my cock."

No! Fuck that! That's
my
cock, bitch! I'm not sharing.

Like he reads my mind, Tristan grabs me and stares into my eyes. He transmits an unspoken communication that freezes me.

God, what the fuck ever. Just keep looking into my eyes and it will all be fine.

I feel him swaying a bit. I don't want to look. I know his cock is in her mouth. The thought makes me want to punch the living shit out of both of them. But he holds me and centers me.

We stay like that for a minute or two. He seems to have no reaction to getting a blowjob from her at all, steadily holding eye contact with me.

"Stop," he says.

I look down. Isabella sits in wait, a dribble of spit on her lip.

"Now, Isabella," he says, "lick Meghan's pussy."

Oh no... no fucking way!

He grabs me again and does the eye thing again. Great, now I'm controlled by his eyes too. No need for the voice anymore apparently.

An amazing sensation spreads between my legs as Isabella's tongue enters me. I grab Tristan's shoulder to steady myself. She traces lines all up and down inside me. Delightful lines.

"Look down at Isabella," he says.

I don't want to break contact with the coral reef in which I like to get lost, but I look down.

Now, there's a sight I've never seen before. A beautiful milky amber girl's face half buried in my cooch, her eyes radiant as she licks while looking up at me. Gotta admit it's a hot picture. Shit, if there's one thing Tristan has given me, it's a lot of firsts.

And she's damned good!
This girl has definitely licked pussy before. My hips start their slow bucking as I feel an orgasm inside me beginning its launch sequence.

"Now suck my cock again," says Tristan.

Oh God, you sadistic bastard! Don't tell her to stop now! And never EVER tell her to suck the cock that is mine!

Easy, Meghan. Breathe.

Isabella looks disappointed too as she returns to his power rod. She definitely doesn't suck it half as well as I can. I feel like pushing her aside to say
Let me show you how it's done.

She even looks up at me while she's sucking with a clear message that says
I'd rather be eating you.

Tristan smiles at me. I just look at him, begging and pleading with my eyes to just take me and fuck me.

But he doesn't.

"Isabella, go back to Meghan's pussy."

I brace myself on Tristan as Isabella gladly returns to my snatch. She really gets into it. Yep, we definitely have a girl-lover here. She laps me with a ferocity that brings me right to the edge. While she licks, she places two fingers on either side of my lips and presses inward, sending my clit into heaven.

Tristan holds me tight and stares into my eyes.

"Do you like pussy, Isabella?" Tristan says.

"Yes, mentor," she says.

"Say it, Isabella. Say 'I love pussy.'"

"I love pussy."

"Do you love cock, Isabella?"

"Yes, mentor."

"Say 'I love cock.'"

"I love cock."

Not sure if I buy that.

"Say 'I love cock and pussy,'" he says.

"I love cock and pussy!" she says.

"Cock is normal."

Ouch. He had to use that word, didn't he?

"Cock is normal," she says.

"Pussy is normal," he says.

"Pussy is normal."

"Loving both cock and pussy is normal."

"Loving both cock and pussy is normal!"

"Isabella, make Meghan come."

That's when I lose it. I squirt, drenching Isabella's face in my liquid. She seems to enjoy it immensely.

But what
I
enjoy is coming anywhere near this man. We're having some deviant fun, sure, but this man is my destiny.

She kept licking me long after my orgasm was spent. Should I tap her on the head and say
Okay honey, now snap out of it?

"Isabella, stand up," said Tristan.

Oh, thank God.

Isabella stood up.

"Let's take a break," he said as he put his clothes back on.
Damn, I don't want his clothes back on.
"We'll each meet separately to discuss what we learned. Isabella first, okay?"