Controlling the Sorority (The Magic Remote Book 2) (3 page)

It was all finally happening. Alyssa was living the dream. Here she was, in her gorgeous bed, making out madly with her gorgeous roommate. No, her gorgeous
girlfriend
.

Alyssa knew she deserved such a gorgeous girlfriend like Giselle. A mega-hottie like herself could only function if she had someone as educated and delicious as Giselle attending to her pussy whenever she wanted.

Kissing all the way, Giselle slid her face down between Alyssa's thighs. Alyssa pushed the soft silk sheets aside so she could watch her beautiful girlfriend's heated face. Giselle licked Alyssa's tight crotch, her tongue sliding against the denim of her brief shorts.

“Oh please,” Alyssa moaned. “Please, baby. You have to lick me. I need your tongue down there!”

Giggling, Giselle pulled down Alyssa's panties down her long, perfect legs, tossing them aside.

Oh gosh, thought Alyssa. She's so fucking pretty. I'm so happy I deserve such a pretty, pretty girl as my girlfriend.

Taking in a deep, luxurious breath, Giselle started licking Alyssa's clit. It was heavenly, like it was something she was already an expert in. Easily, Alyssa could imagine that Giselle had been taking pussy-licking classes for the past three years.

She started with slow, hot slides of her tongue over Alyssa's small bud. These licks sped up over time, but remained gentle little laps, not too much pressure. Soon, Giselle had reached a rhythm that had Alyssa bucking her hips into her girlfriend's face.

Each tiny little lick pushed Alyssa further and further into the abyss of bliss. It was so easy not to think when Giselle was such a good licker. And Alyssa knew she had to cum for Giselle. That was what good girlfriends did. They just came, all the time. They let their thoughts slide out of their head and felt the hot, perfect tongue pressing so wonderfully on their needy clits and just surrendered to that hot, steamy pocket of pleasure just aching to be released.

“Oh, Giselle!” Alyssa cried. “Oh, love! I'm gonna—gonna—gonnaaa—!”

Giselle only moaned in response, swallowing up Alyssa's pleasure. Her eyes remained fixated on this girl she had just hypnotized, totally transfixed from enacting her Master's will.

Alyssa came, the bliss rocketing through her body. She squeezed her thighs tight around Giselle's head, her hands digging into the mattress beneath her. Thoughts flew out of her mind, no longer important. Nothing really was nearly as important as having Giselle's tongue on her pussy.

Giselle moved her mouth off the pussy of the moaning beauty.

“So, tonight will be a lingerie party, right? And you'll cancel all the invitations to the guys?”

“It . . . will? I will?”

Purring in rapture, Giselle slid the tip of her tongue across Alyssa's still-trembling clit. Alyssa forgot whatever it was she was going to say.

“Of course you will, sweetie,” Giselle said between licks. “I want it. Don't you deserve to do what I want?”

“Oh yes, Giselle! It's just . . .”

Giselle kissed her clit once more. Drowning in the sensation, Alyssa's thoughts vanished once again.

“Yes, Giselle,” she purred. “Of course, Giselle.”

Anything Giselle wanted. Alyssa would be the best girlfriend ever for Giselle. She could hardly accept anything less.

“There's one more thing I need you to do, sweetie,” Giselle said.

“Yes?”

Giselle held up the remote, biting one lower lip in a hot show of arousal. “Look right here?”

Alyssa just almost recognized that remote. It was an important thing. It was . . . it was doing things, somehow.

“Wait—”

Her voice was quickly drowned out by her girlfriend's commands.

* * * * *

A
lyssa was playing with herself in the thick, wide bed where Giselle had adored her pussy only a few hours before, waiting for the clock to read eight forty-five. Some time ago, she had dressed herself completely in her hot yellow lingerie.

This was what Giselle had told her to do, and Alyssa did what Giselle said. Alyssa had to be the best girlfriend on earth so that she could have the best girlfriend on earth. It only made sense. She could only be the best girlfriend if she made Giselle happy, and doing what Giselle said made her happy.

Gorgeous was one of many possible appreciative adjectives to describe the display of Alyssa's breasts inside the skimpy silk halter-top arrangement she had decorating her mouthwatering curves. Two thin strips of yellow stretched down from her neck to the g-string panties and garters at her waist,  a long diamond of naked flesh showing from her neck to her belly-button.

Perfectly proportioned abdomen muscles, daily attended to from her rigorous cardio routine, held her tight frame even tighter, her enormous tits practically spilling out of the frail cloth.

Bright, lacy white stockings were on her legs, each notated with little yellow bows right above the knee. They eased down into the tall four-inch designer pump heels that would have cost her over a thousand dollars if she actually paid for them (instead of convincing a “boyfriend” to do that for her). The heels, as tall as they were, made keeping her legs in the air as she fingered her pristinely precious pussy a precarious proposition, but she managed to make it work. Mega-fine girlfriend babes like her were made to wear tall, sexy heels, she knew.

It was eight thirty. The party was due to start at eight. Alyssa knew all the girls in the house had come home on time and were ready to go—she could hear the voices downstairs. And she knew they had all arrived together—Alyssa had ordered them to be punctual. The girls did what Alyssa said. She deserved their obedience, after all, for being so hot and sexy and as wonderful as she was.

All of them, pledges and sorority babes alike, thought there would be boys there tonight—hot guys from all the different fraternities. Hot, rich guys that could decide their whole futures if they really wanted.

They had no idea that Alyssa had not bothered to advertise the party at all that day. They certainly didn't know that Alyssa had taken pains—under Giselle's instruction—to make sure that as far as the campus knew, the sorority was completely closed off for the night.

As the head of the house, all the other frats and sororities called her to invite her girls to different places. They also called to see if they were allowed to attend any events at the Kappa Phi Theta house. Alyssa, of course, had been turning them all down, her fingers in her pussy, gasping and breathing hard as she obeyed again and again with each new phone call.

The clock turned to eight forty four. Alyssa quickly gave herself one more hot cum, her fingers sliding up and down her wet clit, her tiny panties moved to the side.

“Giselle,” she let out. “Ohhh Giselle!”

After several seconds, the peak of the bliss passed, although her body still felt amazing, as if being massaged with angel's wings. Gasping and breathing hard, hot juices sliding down her incredible legs, Alyssa strutted over to the mirror, giving herself one last check.

Ravishing.

No, better than that.

Perfect.

She looked perfect for Giselle. Together, they were going to show this sorority exactly who was in charge.

She walked downstairs, but oddly, no one was around. There were noises, like moans and chanting, coming from the study. That was odd—why were the windows into that room closed, all of a sudden? It had been a late-addition to the house, built under Alyssa's tenure as President (for free, of course—the carpenter still sent Alyssa little woodwork hearts every month), which was why the windows were still there at all. Alyssa thought they looked cute.

That was why she made sure everyone knew not to close them. Why have cute indoor windows if they were just shut all the time? Curious, Alyssa approached the room

Just as she did so, Giselle stepped out of it, smiling as she saw Alyssa.

She looked . . . sensational. A gold and red slip covered her incredibly slim, long torso, the front of it made of mesh and lace, cupping and displaying her large tits. The sides were totally transparent and led down into sexy garters that attached to bright red stockings. The contrast of her beautiful dark skin and the hot redness of the lingerie was mesmerizing.

Alyssa squirmed helplessly, looking at her. She
loved
her so much. Had she told her? She had to tell her.

Right away.

“Hi, love!” she said happily. “You look . . . wow! You look amazing!”

“Oh, yes.” Giselle nodded. “He wouldn't allow anything else.”

A serene smile arrived on Giselle's face, apparently thinking about whoever “he” was. Alyssa felt enormous stabs of jealousy run through her heart.

“You keep saying 'he.'” She put her hands on her delicious hips. “Am I supposed to know who you're talking about?”

Taking one hand, Giselle grinned. “Just come with me.”

Alyssa followed, loving the soft, slender silky feel of Giselle's dark hand.

Heat pressed off the door to the study as purple light flooded beneath it. Alyssa, for some reason, felt herself getting turned on again.

Warm, hot tingles ran over her pussy, watching Giselle's round, tight behind as the chocolate-skinned beauty opened the door. They both entered and Alyssa stepped past Giselle, who then locked the door behind them with a thick key. Alyssa could not take her eyes off her beautiful love's sensational rear, so firm and well-muscled.

Giselle's ass was so pretty. All of Giselle was so pretty. Giselle was the best girlfriend Alyssa could ever hope for. She would never want anything more than her.

She heard moans from behind her. Alyssa realized she had not actually bothered to look inside the study before entering it. She turned around, a little confused.

Forming two rows down to the far end of the study, all twenty of her sorority sisters and all twelve of the potential pledges were on their knees, fingering their pussies. Each one had a purple glaze to her eyes.

At the far end of the study, at the end of the two rows, there was a young man sitting on the thick lounge chair near the fireplace, a big silver remote in his hands. He wore a golden crown, the same one that Giselle had worn earlier.

Two gorgeous women were kneeling beside him, one attached to each leg. Alyssa recognized the brunette—it was the new pledge, Carmen. And beside her—that was her stepmother, Monica, who had been there during the interview so many months before.

“What . . . what is this?” she asked.

Giselle didn't answer, happily skipping in her tall heels past all the kneeling sorority girls to greet the man with a sizzling hot kiss. His hand slid up inside of the crack of her ass, grabbing there hard. She squealed in delight and pressed her big tits against the side of his head as he examined Alyssa.

“Ah, hello there, pet,” said the man.

“Hello pet,” the sorority girls chorused, one after another, eyes still full of purple light:

“Hello.”

“Hello.”

“Hello.”

Each echo was breathier, weaker than the last. As if none of the girls could dare make their ideas or thoughts very loud in his presence, even if those words were the same as his.

“Damn,” he said, eyeing Alyssa up and down. “You are even hotter than Giselle and Carmen said. Why don't you come and get on your knees like a good slave?”

The slaves echoed again:

“Good slave.”

“Good
slave.
”

“
Good
slave.”

“What?” Alyssa asked, taken aback.

She stepped back toward the door. Get away. She should . . . get away, somehow. But . . . but Giselle was soooo pretty, and right there in front of her . . . her luscious face contorted with her inner struggle.

The man on the chair looked confused. “It's me. Jared. Your Master. You should come kneel . . .” he gestured at the empty space between his lap. “Right here, between Carmen and Monica.”

Carmen and the blonde, Monica, nodded happily, giggling and cooing at each word coming out of Jared's mouth.

“Right there,” the sorority girls all whispered.

“So lucky.”

“So jealous.”

“Oh, I'm sorry,” Alyssa scoffed. “You must have me confused with someone who would possibly want to date you over Giselle? So . . . whatever thing is happening here, I don't need to be a part of it. Come on, Giselle. Stop this . . . whatever it is you're doing, and let's get out of here.”

For a moment, Jared looked confused. He turned to the dark beauty pressing her tits in his head.

“Giselle, what did you say to her?”

“I did as you commanded, Master. I indoctrinated her into my service, and had her arrange this party for you.”

“Did you tell her how important it was to worship me?”

Giselle shook her head, still smiling happily.

“No, Master. That was not part of your instructions.”

He sighed, putting a hand to his face. He noticed Alyssa's shocked look.

“Slaves these days, huh?”

Alyssa stepped back toward the door. “G-Giselle,” she blurted. “W-what's happening? Why are you calling him 'Master?' Why is everyone on their knees? What's happening? Did—”

Something about the crown sparked a memory in Alyssa's head. Something about . . . something about a light?

Had she always wanted to Giselle to lick her pussy so bad? Maybe she just wanted to kiss her a lot? She could hardly imagine life without kissing Giselle, after all. Her hand reached the door, but it was locked. Oh, that's right. Giselle had done that. That was very smart of her. Giselle was so smart and wonderful and—no!

Alyssa put her hands to her gorgeous head, trying to clear some of the hot, heavy, delightful fog there.

“D-did you do something to me, Giselle? Baby?”

“Yes I did,” purred the hot sorority girl. “I made you into my hot little girlfriend. Isn't that so sexy? You were kind of a snob before. I guess you still are, but now you'll lick my pussy whenever I want. Won't you?”

Alyssa whimpered. She could not help but feel her pussy moisten when Giselle's voice, pussy, and licking were all rolled up into the same sentence.

“N-no . . .” she lied.

Jared whispered something to Giselle, who smiled and began to strut toward Alyssa. The tall beauty's hands ran across all the mouths and open, wagging tongues of each kneeling sorority girl. The purple had faded from their eyes, now, but they were still openly staring at Alyssa and Giselle with happy lust, sliding pretty fingers across their aching hot pussies.