Controlling the Sorority (The Magic Remote Book 2) Read Free Page B

such a delightful experience that had ended so abruptly.
    “Oh . . . um . . . wow,” Alyssa said, stumbling over her words in a rare display of true emotion. “Giselle, wow . . .”
    Giselle said nothing, just looking at Alyssa with heavily-lidded eyes. Her hand sank down Alyssa's bare torso and slipped up inside of her cunt. Alyssa moaned for half-a-second, and then pushed Giselle away gently.
    She didn't want that; not yet, anyway. Maybe after a week or two of heavy kissing and petting. But right away, a girl's fingers touching her down there? It was too much, too soon.
    “N-no,” she protested. “I like you, Giselle, but I want to . . . I want to take it . . . sort of slow, you know? It's just—ohmygod your hands are. So. Soft!””
    Giselle nodded sympathetically. “I know, sweetie. Here, look at this.”
    Keeping one hand pressed firm on Alyssa's pussy, Giselle turned and grabbed the remote off from the night stand table. Alyssa had a moment of panic and wonder, and then her mind blinked off as the purple light blinked on once more.
    * * * * *
    W hen she came back online, she was kissing Giselle. And, this time, she was indeed really kissing Giselle, her tongue sliding over her roommate's mouth, her hands pawing at the black girl's considerable bust.
    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