The Roper
Paula and Carol had been inseparable since their freshman year at college, drawn together by those late-night study sessions that inevitably turned into deep conversations, shared secrets, and uncontrollable laughter. Paula was simply stunning, a biracial beauty standing at 5′9″ with a toned, athletic body sculpted from her ion for yoga and mountain biking. Her naturally curly hair framed a face with full, kissable lips and intriguing amber eyes that seemed to draw people in like a magnet. She moved with effortless grace, her long legs and lithe frame turning heads in every room she entered.
Carol, on the other hand, was a pretty brunette from Louisiana, curvy and compact at 5′5″, with bright blue eyes that sparkled with a mix of innocence and mischief. Her figure was voluptuous, full, beautiful breasts, wide hips, and thick but attractively shapely legs that she carried with unapologetic confidence. Like Paula, she had no shortage of irers, her dark waves of hair and soft, inviting smile making her impossible to ignore.
Their friendship had taken an unexpected turn one hazy night after too much drinking, including shots of absinthe that blurred the lines between curiosity and desire. It started innocently enough with a playful kiss amid giggles, college girls experimenting, but it quickly escalated into heated petting, hands exploring each other’s bodies with growing urgency. Carol, emboldened by the alcohol and her secret gift, went down on Paula, her mouth working with a skill that transcended the ordinary. Unbeknownst to Paula at the time, Carol’s aunt was a powerful voodoo mistress back in Louisiana, who had bestowed upon her niece a unique enchantment, whenever Carol used her mouth for oral pleasure, it wove a hypnotic spell over the recipient, stripping away their resistance and leaving them utterly susceptible to her suggestions.
That night, Paula was lost in waves of ecstasy that lingered for hours, her mind foggy and her body humming with residual pleasure. It took several weeks for her to fully shake off the effects, and even now, she teased Carol about occasional “flashbacks” that would hit her at random moments, a flush creeping up her cheeks as she ed the intensity and an almost longing feeling to relive the moment. After that, the two friends had shifted their focus to chasing boys, but the bond between them remained unbreakable, laced with that shared, intimate secret neither of them shared with anyone else.
There was one boy that they both had in common. Carol’s crush on Anders Peterson had been simmering for months, the Swedish exchange student was the epitome of quiet allure, he was tall and leanly muscular, with tousled blond hair, piercing green eyes, and a charming accent that made every word sound like an invitation. Anders moved through campus with an easy confidence, his athletic build hinting at hours spent in the gym or on outdoor adventures and Carol would light up whenever she spotted him, her blue eyes following his every move in lectures or at campus events.
Carol would confide in Paula about her fantasies, how she’d imagine running her fingers through his hair or feeling his strong arms around her, but Anders, as it turned out, had eyes for Paula. He was drawn to her height, her lean elegance, the way she commanded attention without trying. True to their unspoken “bro code,” Paula respected Carol’s feelings and kept her distance, never pursuing him despite the occasional spark she felt when their eyes met or Anders constant flirting with her.
That changed one lazy afternoon in their dorm room, where the air was thick with the scent of vanilla candles and scattered textbooks. Paula lounged on her bed in oversized pajamas, scrolling through her phone, while Carol sighed dramatically over a photo of Anders from a recent campus party.
“He’s perfect,” Carol murmured, her voice laced with longing. Paula looked up, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.
“You know, your gift… it’s tailor-made for this situation.” Carol’s eyes widened, but Paula pressed on. “Think about it. He wants me you know how he’s constantly flirting, but I can use that to get him alone with both of us. I’ll flirt, draw him in, and then you work your magic. One taste of that enchanted mouth of yours, and he’ll be putty in your hands completely hypnotized, helpless, and completely yours.”
Carol flushed, her curvy frame shifting uncomfortably on the bed.
“Paula, that’s… I could never. It’s wrong.” But even as she said it, a spark of excitement flickered in her blue eyes. She bit her lip, considering the possibilities, the way Anders might finally see her, desire her, under the spell’s influence. After a beat, she burst into laughter, reaching out for a high-five.
“You’re absolutely evil and I love it. Let’s spring the trap this weekend at the big house party. And believe me it’ll be subtle, you know something that blows him away with no regrets for him.”
The plan was ingenious, playing perfectly to Carol’s unique ability. Paula would be the bait, her stunning looks and flirtatious charm luring Anders into isolation. Once alone, Carol would unleash her gift, the hypnotic power of her mouth eroding his willpower until he surrendered to her completely. It wasn’t about force; it was pure, irresistible seduction, amplified by voodoo magic that made resistance futile.
The party that weekend was electric, the kind of college bash where inhibitions dissolved into the thumping bass and dim, colorful lights. The house was packed with bodies swaying to the music, red solo cups sloshing with beer and mixed drinks, the air heavy with a mix of sweat, perfume, and the faint tang of spilled alcohol. Laughter echoed through the rooms, groups clustering around beer pong tables or spilling out onto the porch for smoke breaks.
Paula felt the energy pulse through her as she scanned the crowd, her short skirt hugging her toned thighs over sheer tights, her form-fitting cashmere top accentuating her curves. She spotted Anders almost immediately, looking irresistible in tight jeans that showcased his muscular legs and a polo shirt that clung to his lean frame like a second skin.
She made her move, weaving through the throng with purposeful grace. “Anders,” she purred, sidling up to him and leaning in close enough for him to catch the subtle floral notes of her perfume. Their conversation ignited instantly falling into light banter about classes, shared jokes that had him laughing, his green eyes lighting up as she invaded his personal space. She brushed his arm casually, leaned in to whisper something teasing, her amber eyes locking onto his with playful intensity. Anders sipped his drink, clearly charmed, his gaze tracing the curve of her lips and the elegant line of her neck.
Carol ed them seamlessly, her outfit mirroring Paula’s but with a daring twist, her top featured a peephole that offered tantalizing glimpses of her full, beautiful breasts. She positioned herself on Anders’ other side, her curvy body pressing close as she laughed at his jokes, her bright blue eyes sparkling. Anders tried to play it cool, but Paula noticed how his gaze flickered downward, struggling not to linger on Carol’s exposed cleavage. The three of them chatted, the alcohol loosening tongues and heightening the flirtation. Carol invaded his space too, her soft hips brushing against him, and her breasts occasionally grazing his arm. Anders was buzzed, flattered by the attention from two gorgeous women, but Paula could sense his preference as his eyes kept returning to her tall, lean form.
Seizing the moment, Paula leaned in, her lips brushing his earlobe as she nibbled lightly. A shiver ran through him.
“Want to find somewhere quieter?” she whispered, her voice husky with promise. “Just us… for a little alone playtime?”
Carol rubbed along his other side, her breasts pressing firmly against his arm, sending a clear signal. Anders nodded, his pulse quickening, though a flicker of disappointment crossed his mind because truly he’d hoped for Paula alone. Carol was attractive, sure, with her pretty face and curvaceous body, but Paula’s elegance was what stirred him. Still, the prospect of whatever was unfolding was too intriguing to resist.
They guided him upstairs, Paula leading the way with a sway in her hips, Carol trailing behind to ensure no interruptions. The bedroom they chose was dimly lit, a soft glow from a bedside lamp casting shadows across the rumpled bed. Carol closed the door behind them, twisting the lock with a quiet click that seemed to seal their fate.
Anders started to speak, confusion mixing with arousal. “What exactly…” But Paula cut him off with a deep, sensual kiss, her full lips claiming his as she pulled him onto the bed. She positioned him with his back against her chest, her arms wrapping around him possessively. Her breath was hot on his neck as she nibbled gently, sending sparks down his spine.
“Shh, baby,” she murmured. “Just relax and enjoy.”
Carol knelt between his legs, her blue eyes gleaming with anticipation as she slowly undid the button of his jeans, her fingers brushing his skin teasingly. Anders tensed, his initial disappointment resurfacing, wait this wasn’t the intimate moment with Paula he’d envisioned. He shifted slightly, but Paula held him steady, her hands roaming his chest under his shirt, her lips trailing kisses along his jaw as she teased his nipples to perfection.
As Carol freed his hardening cock, Paula’s voice turned seductive, weaving a web of words in his ear.
“Carol’s mouth… it’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt, Anders. Pure magic. that story I hinted at? The night she had me completely under her spell, helpless and begging for more?” Her tone was low, intoxicating, as Carol leaned forward, her warm breath ghosting over him.
Anders was distracted by the feel of Paula’s body and the pleasant buzz of the alcohol. He was not fully paying attention to Carol and then it happened. Carol’s lips enveloped him, soft and inviting, her tongue swirling with expert precision. Anders gasped, his breath catching in his throat. The sensation was immediate and overwhelming, her mouth was perfectly warm, velvety, drawing him in deeper with each subtle movement. It wasn’t just physical; a strange, tingling energy pulsed through him, like invisible threads wrapping around his mind.
Paula chuckled softly, her nibbles turning into slow licks along his neck. “Oh no, sweetheart… she’s got you now. Feel it? That pull? Just surrender. You can’t resist what’s coming.”
Anders tried to focus, but the pleasure intensified. Carol’s mouth worked him slowly at first, her lips sliding up and down his length with a rhythm that built like a tide. Each suck pulled at something deeper than his body sapping his willpower, his thoughts, unraveling thread by thread. Her tongue danced along the underside, teasing sensitive spots that made his hips buck involuntarily. The magic hit him in waves… first, a warm haze clouding his mind, then a deeper erosion, as if her suction was drawing out his resistance, sip by sip.
He felt the desire he had for Paula leaving his body, it was slipping away, the initial disappointment dissolving into pure, addictive bliss. Why had he ever overlooked Carol? Her full breasts pressed against his thighs, soft and warm, adding to the sensory overload. He gazed down, mesmerized by her pretty face, those bright blue eyes locking onto his with an intensity that pinned him in place. Her head bobbed hypnotically, her dark hair swaying, and even the arch of her feet in those sheer tights seemed erotic now, her toes curling as she poured her focus into him.
The erotic pull grew stronger. With every hollow of her cheeks, every swirl of her tongue, Anders felt his defenses crumble. It was as if her mouth was a vortex, sucking away his independent thoughts, replacing them with an insatiable craving for more. His mind fogged, memories of his preference for Paula fading like smoke. Carol’s technique was masterful alternating between deep, enveloping sucks that made his toes curl and lighter, teasing licks that left him gasping, desperate. The voodoo enchantment amplified it all, turning pleasure into a hypnotic anchor, pulling him under. He moaned, his hands instinctively reaching for her hair, not to stop her, but to guide her closer, deeper. The world narrowed to her warmth, her rhythm, the way she seemed to anticipate every twitch, every pulse.
Carol sensed his building climax and ramped up the intensity, her mouth moving faster, tighter, the suction relentless. Anders tried to warn her, his voice a ragged whisper, “Carol, I’m…” but the words dissolved into a groan as ecstasy crashed over him.
He exploded into her mouth, waves of pleasure ripping through his body, each spasm more intense than the last. Carol didn’t pull away; her cheeks hollowed as she swallowed every drop, her tongue milking him gently, prolonging the bliss far beyond what he thought possible. The aftershocks trembled through him, her continued sucking drawing out the last remnants of his release, leaving him boneless and utterly spent.
Slowly, Carol released him, climbing up his body with feline grace. She straddled his lap, her blue eyes never breaking with his, now heavy-lidded and dazed. Paula stroked his hair one last time, whispering to the entranced Anders and giving Carol a quick kiss whispering…
“Enjoy the ride,” before slipping quietly from the room, leaving them alone in the charged silence.
Carol’s voice was a silken caress, low and inviting. “You’re safe here with me, Anders. Feel how incredible this is… how that pleasure lingers, warming you from the inside. Let it build I want you to let your attraction to me grow, unstoppable, like a fire you can’t extinguish.”
She leaned in, her full lips brushing his in a deep, lingering kiss, sharing the intimate taste of him, the spell weaving tighter with every breath they shared. Her hands traced his chest, nails lightly scraping, sending shivers across his skin.
“Relax”
“Surrender”
“Submit”
Anders stared into her eyes, really seeing her now, the depth in those blue depths, the softness of her curves, the way her body fit against his so perfectly. The hypnosis pulsed through him, erotic and inescapable, turning desire into devotion.
“Why… why did I resist you for so long?” he murmured, his voice thick with newfound need. He kissed her fiercely, his hands fumbling with her clothes, stripping away her top to reveal her beautiful breasts, full and inviting. He cupped them, thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened, eliciting soft moans from her that fueled his arousal as he quickly replaced his thumbs with his mouth.
They tumbled back onto the bed, clothes discarded in a frenzy. Anders explored her body with reverence his mouth kissing the curve of her neck, trailing his lips again down to her breasts, suckling gently as she arched beneath him. Carol’s hands guided him, her touch electric, the spell ensuring every caress amplified his pleasure. She wrapped her legs around him, her thick thighs pressing against his hips, drawing him closer. When he entered her, it was slow at first, savoring the warmth, the tightness that enveloped him like her mouth had moments before. Their rhythm built, hips grinding in perfect sync, her blue eyes holding his captive, reinforcing the enchantment with every thrust.
“Carol I’m sorry I…I ignored how amazing you are. Thank you for opening my eyes.. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life…”
The lovemaking was intense, powerful and sensual with Carol’s moans filling the room as he drove deeper, her nails digging into his back. The hypnotic pull made every sensation heightened: the slap of skin, the slick heat between them, the way her body clenched around him. Pleasure coiled tighter, building to an unbearable peak. Anders felt it coming, the same irresistible pull as before, but now shared. They climaxed together, her cries mingling with his groans, bodies shuddering in unison as waves of ecstasy washed over them.
In the aftermath, they lay tangled in the sheets, sweat-slicked and breathless. Anders held her close, kissing her forehead, her lips, her neck with tender affection. The spell had sealed it, he was hers, completely. As morning light filtered through the curtains, he nuzzled her ear, whispering,
“Girlfriend… what would you like to do today?” Carol smiled, tracing lazy patterns on his chest, knowing the magic had worked its wonders, binding him to her in pleasure and love.
“I think we can start with you showing me what magic your mouth can work on me?” Carol smiling as Anders prepared to do just that.