She Tries

“FUCK!” The words erupted from Lydia’s lips as her body quaked on the verge of orgasm. She was teetering there, arms thrust out, stiff at full length to enhance the halt on their provocative contact with her chest.

Lydia felt tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, frustration at the sexual cusp she sat on, resisting that exotic influence, protesting the foreign vulgar opinions of her inner voice eager to embrace this new potency, power, and use for something clearly greater than she could perceive.

But Lydia couldn’t deny the influence her proximity was having on those around her. She held fearfully focused on the here and now, wary of the conscious lapse that lead to Brandie lapping at her pussy..

That thought provoked a tremble in the firmness of her dam of resolution against her fall to the flood of intent wanton perversion flooding her mind.

Lydia didn’t dare distract from her focus on protesting her fall. Her gaze distant, fuzzy, and resistant to shift towards Serena.

Resisting the urge to start pulling another soul into the abyss with her.

She had to leave… She had to get out of there…

Lydia trembled, feeling the shirt still firmly in hand, randomly grabbed from the rack. Would it even fit? Not bothering to consider anything more than that Lydia tried to act.

It was like an itch. A fidget.

That invigorating sense of being well rested, energized, efficient, needy of some thing to do.

Stir crazy.

It was need.

Need to get everything out of the way… Lydia rushed the thin too tight tank top over her head, wrestled it into oppressing her chest, and turned to Serena awkwardly trying to pretend none of this was happening.

Feeling her cleavage trying to spill free, the top struggling to cling to her stomach.

The fabric itching her hard nipples, growing warm, and damp.

Serena just watched wide eyed, nose flaring as she breathed deeply, and steadily. It was clear she was transfixed some how, Lydia unsure how or what about her recent momentary loss of control might have caused it.

Or even what Serena might have thought.

“Serena… Are… You… umm… Okay?” Lydia asked leaning her head back and forth as she slowly approached the clearly stunned woman. Oh god what is she going to tell Jonathan, Lydia worried knowing that Serena didn’t just shop here for her clients.

She was also Lydia’s bosses neighbour.

Lydia felt a knot in her stomach, unsure whether it was anxiety or desire.

Lydia shifted the slipping straps of the too small tank top to keep them in place, the movement seeming to break Serena’s pause.

With what felt like little more than a lapse in thought Lydia heard the clothes fall from Serena’s arms, the pull, the snap, and collapse of the tank top and the feel of silky hair as Serena’s face was pulled into the mauling cleavage of Lydia’s breasts.

Serena gasped in shock, her mind struggling to keep hold of a coherent thought as she got a deep breath of the alluring scent of Lydia, her skin warming, and feeling electrified by the warm smooth tit flesh, the moisture of Lydia’s milk smearing Serena’s face.

Opening her mouth to try and say something, to try and object just lead to Serena’s tongue making contact with the sweet addictive substance, her words forgotten as her tongue began lapping, struggling to cling to a nipple when first crossing paths.

Before her lips joined the struggle.

Latching hold Serena quaked in pleasure as she sucked her first taste of the milk from its source, Lydia stopped with the thrashing against Serena’s face, screaming and shivering in orgasm as her milk just flowed forth into Serena’s mouth.

Serena didn’t think about how she had broken some sort of metaphorical dam, it didn’t matter that some how she stopped suckling. All that mattered was that it flowed, her hands groping and massaging the one tit as the flow dribbled to a faint trickle.

Serena couldn't help but want more of the warm sweet nectar to roll across her tongue.

Lydia shivered and moaned, she knew what was happening. She had made a choice, asked for this, and now she had none.

Use me… The words echoed and resonated in Lydia’s mind as she helped pull Serena to her next breast, locking eyes with the hungry needy gaze of the woman she had moments before resisted corrupting, but now was reminded what she had asked for.

Agreed to.

Lived for.

Grabbing one of Serena’s hands Lydia guided it to feel the warmth between her legs through the pants.

As Lydia knowingly let Serena nourish herself upon the Idol’s corruption. She trembled in orgasm again, the thoughts of how this was now her sole purpose circling like a mantra in her thoughts. Lydia smirked in pleasure as she remembered all she had seen of her effect on her neighbours through just proximity.

As Serena pawed at Lydia’s pants, and her lips began to kiss down Lydia’s stomach Lydia felt more of the potential objection within her weakened and grow muted.

After all, she just easily quieted someone catching her.

Lydia let Serena strip her pants. Glancing about the racks as Serena fumbled with unbridled desire she couldn’t fathom the source of.

Gasping as Lydia pulled her head back by its ponytail Lydia glanced around at the clothing racks, contemplating just what she needed to do first. What had she been doing? She wondered as a foggy haze descended over her mind.

Lydia felt remorse for even considering resisting her new calling. One she had invited upon herself.

“Pick me out something that screams pornstar.” Lydia commanded of the beauty parlor owner, knowing full well the woman’s history of peddling fashions and event styles.

Serena gazed up wide eyed and stunned, Lydia gently grabbing her chin and guiding it to look up to her.

“I’ll Be honest, I think it’s too late to stop.” Lydia suggested before turning and strutting towards the change room.

Approaching the open curtain Lydia smirked as she looked down where the wet spot had been on the carpet, kicking Brandie’s discarded clothes to the corner Lydia turned and sat on the small seat, spread her legs and started toying with herself.

Watching, with little concern as Serena came to her senses and began to flee the store.

“See you in your dreams later.” Lydia screamed after her, the little voice inside her head panicking that their boss would be told on them responded with a lewd I look forward to that meeting.

Clenching her eyes shut Lydia muttered to herself for a glimpse of what she experienced the night before, her increasingly corrupted persona gaining growing control over the concerns and alarm at just what she was doing.

Soon the insights started, cementing a deeper silence on the hesitation as Lydia glimpsed the Idol’s influence.

Karl sitting in class, zoned out as his teacher prattled on. His thoughts were stuck else where, mired in the strangely euphoric dreams memory.

He wondered what his teacher would have looked like there. Or Ashe, or Kaylee, or what Danica would look like being nailed by her boyfriend Omar….

Abe was trying to pay attention and make notes in class, his mind stuck wandering back to the feel of Daniela’s pussy on his cock in the dream the night before.

Mark was washing up in the changeroom at school, trying to ignore his raging hard on calling for his attention, trying not to think about how he half would let anyone who walked in use Mary too if she were here for him to play with.

Lydia continued to strum herself, eyes clenched trying to find someone not just bogged down in lewd thoughts, but acting on them.

As Lydia did the stain on the carpet grew. The tainted pussy juices leaked from Brandie darkened the carpet where they had hit, and strangely left it looking newer and darker.

Mandy was at work, masturbating in the staff washroom trying to vent the arousal rehearsal before the club opened had already built up.

Jeb and Dorothy were still entangled in bed, their aged figures having easily shed 20 years. They had yet to truly get out of bed today, their desire to not lose the brief vitality creating a feedback loop of the Idol’s corruption and influence on them.

There she was, a perfect role model for Lydia.