Wildride

"You must be Melinda, right? Debbie's friend?" Melinda tried to walk past the man with the salt-and-pepper beard and the piercing brown eyes, but he grabbed her wrist with one suntanned hand and tugged her neatly into a pirouette that left her off-balance and stumbling backwards right into his lap. "It's so interesting, Melinda, but I've always found that the fastest way to make a smart girl like you into a dumb, drippy little slut is simply to play with her pussy." Melinda tried to sit up, but everything happened so fast and unexpectedly that she barely even had time to register what he was saying and doing before his fingers pushed aside her swimsuit and began to tease her pale pink labia. And it turned out he was right. It was a very fast way to make her dumb.

Not that she didn't try to resist, or anything--she felt her muscles spasm and twitch, and her mouth opened to make some sort of protest about his casually demeaning and condescending treatment. But before she could organize her instinctive motions into any kind of deliberate and controlled movement, the older man found her clit, and Melinda discovered for herself just why Debbie suffered his presence at her parents' beach house despite having a good two decades on the newly minted grad students. His fingers were absolute fucking magic, and before she knew it Melinda's jaw was simply hanging slack and vacant as she stared blankly and saw nothing but pleasure. "There's that dumb little girl I knew you had inside you," he purred, and Melinda heard her breaths turn into panting gasps of arousal as if from a long way away.

"Feel that silly little mind emptying out into your cunt," he husked out, his other hand tugging down Melinda's bikini top to expose her small, tender breasts before going up to her neck to lightly and tenderly rest against her throat. "Feel all those thoughts getting smaller and simpler as you get closer and closer to cumming for me." Melinda's hips bucked and tensed against the strong, dexterous fingers, unable to stop herself from squirming with ever-growing desire--it was absurd, she hadn't even bothered learning the older man's name, he was just that creepy guy who was leching on Debbie all afternoon, but now she craved his touch like a bee craved nectar. Melinda's tongue slowly lolled out of her drooling mouth in a mindless hunger for pleasure.

The man chuckled, spreading the fingers around her throat to push his thumb between her vacant lips. "No more mind, no more thoughts, no more will," he cooed softly, his voice a seductive baritone growl in Melinda's ears. "Just pleasure and obedience, stupefied by my caresses into a meek and compliant little girl for me now. Every time you try to stir that sleepy, sluggish brain into motion, another surge of ecstasy washes over you and you coast back to a dead stop with nothing in that empty head by my words and my control." He was hypnotizing her, Melinda realized, finally recognizing the sensation from a YouTube video she watched once on a dare back in high school. But the revelation wandered uselessly with nothing to connect to, and she finally let it collapse into blissful euphoria as she came for him and forgot everything but the rapturous sensations between her legs.

Debbie came into the room then, her eyes widening as she saw Melinda drooling vacantly with her legs spread wide and her slick pussy exposed, and for a moment the hypnotized woman's mind teetered between worry over a confrontation that would end their friendship and a wild, desperate hope that Debbie might free her. But both of them faded away as Debbie's gaze went rapt and glassy, her knees giving way as she dropped to the floor and crawled over to the couch with nothing but obedience behind her empty stare. She leaned in and licked, and soon Melinda discovered that there was more than one way to make her a dumb, drippy little slut for her new Master.