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AUTHOR’S NOTE: This story picks up from No Holds Barred in London, which was based on the idea/request of a fan who wishes to remain nameless. We rejoin the action in Victoria’s (London) hotel room. As you may recall, Trish had been about to leave when she was made an offer she could not refuse.

*****

Trish approached the bed, thinking that Victoria really did look good enough to eat. For once she wasn’t spitting or snarling, and that certainly helped. So too did the fact she was naked under her unfastened white robe; naked and hot for more sex.

‘Why Victoria,’ she purred, ‘you’re positively dripping. Do you really want it so much?’

Victoria nodded. ‘That drawer,’ she said, pointing across the room. ‘There are things in it; things you can use.’

Trish opened the drawer. It contained all sorts of sex toys, some of which baffled her. Luckily, the things she knew how to use were easy to recognize: half a dozen dildos, three sleek vibrators, a couple of bottles of lube and a spare harness. She chose the biggest dildo . . . it was in Victoria’s favourite black, naturally . . . and went back to the bed.

‘You can help me on with the harness,’ she said, ‘before I immobilize you.’

Trish’s hands were trembling as she removed her robe. So were Victoria’s as she followed suit.

‘Any way you want,’ Victoria said as she fastened straps, pulling them tight, taking care to get the dildo standing up proud and firm. ‘The choice is all yours.’

‘Get back on the bed,’ Trish replied.

Victoria lay on the mattress and offered up an arm without being asked. The two bondage ropes were still hooked over uprights on the bedhead, ready for use. Trish checked out Sioux’s special knots and, satisfied they were still in working order, secured the proffered arm.

‘Give me the other one,’ she commanded.

Victoria complied then rolled her eyes, her arms splayed, defenceless and hotter than ever.

‘Fuck me,’ she said. ‘I want it so bad.’

Ignoring her, Trish made her way into the bathroom, hunting down discarded clothes. Not that there was a lot of black leather gear to be found. She gathered up the original harness, a bra that looked flimsy but was actually quite sturdy . . . and shiny, knee-length boots.

‘Hmmm,’ she said, examining the harness. ‘Nope, I’ll stick with what I’ve got.’

Surprisingly, the bra wasn’t a bad fit. If anything it was a little tight. Trish got it on easily enough and, sure it wouldn’t fall off, turned her attention to the boots. They were too big for her but came equipped with straps and buckles and could be tightened.

‘Pretty sexy, huh?’ she said, admiring her reflection. ‘Maybe I’ll reinvent myself and steal some of Vic’s persona . . . without the hard-on, obviously!’

Then, frowning: ‘I wonder what happened to her thong?’

The thong was back in the bedroom. Somehow it had ended up draped over one of the light fittings. Leaving it where it was, Trish generously applied lubrication.

‘I know you’re wet,’ she said, ‘but this toy of yours feels a bit dry. And I’m going to be fucking you long and hard.’

‘I wish you’d fucking get on with it,’ Victoria said. ‘Those boots are driving me nuts.’

Trish positioned herself over her and smiled. ‘Patience is a virtue,’ she said. ‘I want to play with your tits first. And a little kiss wouldn’t go amiss.’

‘A kiss!’

‘Yeah, like when two horny bitches mash mouths together. Like this.’

Victoria returned the kiss with interest, getting hotter and hotter by the second. Trish kept it going for a long, long time. Then, knowing only too well what her bound prey really wanted, determined to make her wait, she set to work on her breasts, steadily licking, nibbling and gnawing.

‘Please,’ Victoria moaned, ‘please, please, please . . .’

That only encouraged Trish to prolong playtime. She renewed the licking, nibbling and gnawing, carrying on even when her own arousal became a deep, primal ache. Eons later, no longer able to hold off, she aligned herself with Victoria’s body and, unaccustomed to the act, penetrated her, using her right hand to guide the dildo home.

Instant rapture!

Trish was aware of hot wetness. She’d heard men prattle on about all the sensations of entering a woman; warmth and wetness always featured highly in their ramblings. This, however . . .

For whole seconds she forgot what she was supposed to be doing, lost in awe. Then, still close to sensory overload, she collected herself and started to thrust.

Is it all mine? she wondered. Or is some of it hers? And why did I bother with lube in the first place?

Sticking to her promise was easy: Trish fucked her great rival long and hard. And she gave her a servicing up the ass too. That was fun, possibly even the highlight of the entire night. Instead of lying on her front and taking it, Vic got up on all fours, gripping the uprights, her wrists still bound, presenting a target that was impossible to miss.

‘Harder,’ she cried. ‘Oh yes! Harder, harder, harder!’

*****

Four bursa eskort o’clock in the morning and all was well . . . or it should have been. Although she’d dominated the last few hours, Trish had the nagging feeling that she’d come off second-best. And it was one of those really annoying nagging feelings. She couldn’t put her finger on exactly why she had it, but it was there all right.

Wasn’t it just!

‘I have to go,’ she said, ‘I’ve an interview on Sky at six thirty. Oh, the pressures of superstardom! Not that you’d know.’

‘Not yet. But I will do soon.’

‘When you get my belt, you mean?’ Trish chuckled. ‘Do us all a favour, don’t hold your breath while you’re waiting.’

Victoria was unbound and lying on her back, side-by-side with her new lover. Or was she really a victim? Or even a conquest? Whatever she was, this was cosy and comfortable, and Trish felt to be more of a loser than ever.

‘Share a shower before you go?’

That was another offer too good to refuse. Trish let Victoria scrub her back and lick her clit then, going for the naturally fresh look, caught a cab to the studio, where a makeup girl wouldn’t take no for an answer and caked her face with muck.

Fuck, Trish thought as she endured the unwanted attention, I never spanked Vic’s ass!

Then, getting increasingly vindictive: Sioux’s not getting away with it either. I owe her, big-time!

The interviewer must have graduated out of Presenter School. If it wasn’t for his English accent they could have been on ESPN or HBO.

‘I’ve got to ask you the sixty-four thousand dollar question,’ he gushed. ‘Are you going to bring your feud with Victoria to these shores?’

‘Don’t be fooled by appearances,’ she replied smoothly. ‘Victoria is a wonderful person. We’re not always at each other’s throats.’

*****

Saturday night couldn’t have gone better. Trish already knew she was going to win, of course, but her match was immediately described as a classic and given the title “The Battle of Britain”. Crazy as it may seem, getting a title for a match was a big deal. Unless you happened to be Muhammad Ali, having a match with its own title was unusual for professional fighters. Trish was delighted by the honour and readily agreed to breakfast next morning with the Commissioner.

‘Brilliant,’ he said while she tucked in to her “full English”. ‘Ah, should you be eating so many calories all at once?’

‘I’ll burn them off in no time,’ she assured him. Then, being playful, ‘Please don’t say you think I’m full of lard.’

The Commissioner had the grace to blush . . . which was more or less a first. ‘No, no,’ he said hastily. ‘I think you are perfect. So did last night’s audience. They loved you.’

‘That audience!’ Trish laughed. Back home her fellow Canadians thought Americans were over-the-top while Brits were oh-so reserved. Not last night, though. The Brits had gone berserk even before she got into the ring. They’d made Americans look like shrinking violets.

‘British sporting crowds,’ the Commissioner said, clearly knowing where she was coming from. ‘I wish I could bottle it and sell it worldwide.’

‘You have one eye on the profit line, as always.’ Trish laughed again. ‘But I know what you mean. They didn’t even need someone to wind them up.’

‘You did that very well yourself. Which leads me to ask: What’s next?’

Trish hesitated, a sausage-laden fork halfway to her mouth. ‘What do you mean?’

‘I mean you’re bigger than ever, more in demand. Where do you see your storylines going?’

A swig of tomato juice helped quell Trish’s excitement. She’d told The Sioux that she had sway when it came to storylines, but in reality it wasn’t so much of a sway. This was an opportunity too good to miss.

‘I know what’s coming up with Victoria,’ the Commissioner continued, ‘but Lita hasn’t gone away. And Molly will never back down. She was on at me only the other day . . .’

‘The Sioux,’ Trish put in. ‘I want a showdown with The Sioux.’

‘The Sioux!’ The Commissioner raised his eyebrows. For a man of many facial expressions he for once seemed truly surprised. ‘She’s hardly ready.’

‘That’s the story, isn’t it? I have to have her as a stopgap tag partner and she’s fantastic. I like her at first, but then I start to see her as a threat.’

‘What are we talking, weeks or months?’

‘Weeks as friends, then months and months as bitter rivals. Maybe she even gets the belt for a short while. And she gets even more bitter when I win it back.’

The Commissioner was nothing if not imaginative. ‘She has all the moves,’ he said. Then, with much more enthusiasm, ‘and she’s certainly got the body . . .’

*****

Next stop was Belfast, via Heathrow and City Airport. Having seen footage over the years, Trish half-expected to land in a battle zone, even though she knew The Troubles were a thing of the past. She was, therefore, pleased to find herself in a modern, vibrant city. And, although the local brogue bursa bayan escort was nothing like the “Irish” she’d heard in Toronto, it had its charm, rough as it was.

‘There are no-go areas,’ a spokesperson told them, ‘but you have them everywhere, don’t ya? I assure you it’s safer on the streets here than it is in New York. And youse guys have just come from feckin’ London . . .’

Trish approved of her room and treated herself to a coffee before dialling reception.

‘Patch me through to The Sioux,’ she said, and then laughed. ‘Sorry, hon, I didn’t mean to sound like a demanding Yank. Could you please connect me to my colleague? She goes by the name of The Sioux.’

The sweet colleen patched her through without demur.

‘Hi Sioux,’ Trish said brightly, ‘guess who?’

‘I’m unpacking,’ Sioux said fractiously, ‘who’s this?’

‘Someone you left tied to a bed. Ring any bells?’

‘Oh, it’s you.’

‘Little me,’ Trish agreed.

‘What do you want?’

‘Me? Nothing. But I promised you a break and I’m ringing to give you it. Interested?’

The silence was long and uncomfortable. But ambition won, as per always. ‘What exactly do you mean?’ Sioux at last enquired, cautiously.

‘I’ve dropped the plan of long-term tag partners. We’re going to have three fights together before falling out. Then, because you’ve made a name for yourself, you’re going to get an eliminator with Victoria. And guess what? You’re going to win in controversial circumstances.’

‘What does Vic have to say?’

Trish grinned at the use of “Vic”. She had been using the abbreviation herself without realizing it until right now. Was that familiarity or what?

‘Vic doesn’t know yet,’ she replied. ‘So far it’s between you, me and the Commissioner. Can I put you down as interested, or do I need to find someone else with knockout tits?’

‘Wait a minute. Please wait a minute.’ Sioux’s intake of breath was audible. ‘Yes, I’m interested. I am very interested. Who wouldn’t be? But Vic’s helped me a lot.’

‘Vic’s given you a leg up.’ Trish laughed saucily. ‘And a few leg overs, I have no doubt. But where has she got you? Nowhere really, that’s the truth. I’m getting you a shot at the world title, within a matter of weeks.’

‘Do I get to win?’

‘No, but you come close enough to get a rematch or two. And you might win one of them.’

Another uncomfortable silence was broken by an even bigger intake of breath. ‘What do I have to do to earn all that, exactly?’

‘I’m delighted you ask.’ This time Trish’s laugh was genuinely saucy. ‘You owe me a fucking. And by that I mean you personally. I don’t want you bringing frigging Victoria along to help you out.’

‘You fucked me already,’ Sioux observed. ‘Just like everyone else.’

‘No, listen to my words. You owe me a fucking. Settle up and the world’s your oyster.’

‘Where and when?’

‘Here and now would be a good start. I’m on the top floor. Anytime in the next five minutes will be fine.’

*****

Trish answered the door in a modestly fastened hotel robe. ‘Six minutes and twenty seconds,’ she said, looking at her Patek Philippe. ‘What kept you?’

The Sioux was still in her travelling clothes: faded blue jeans and a red T-shirt endorsed “Made in Canada”. Even in flat training shoes she towered over her hostess. Her legs looked to be miles and miles long.

‘I didn’t expect you to get the stopwatch out,’ she said, smiling uncertainly. ‘Will I be punished for being late?’

‘No,’ said Trish, ‘you’re here and that’s all that matters. There won’t be any punishments this afternoon. And no tying up or dildos, either.’ She shut the door, hearing it lock itself. ‘Would you like a glass of champagne? I’ve got some of that twelve year old Dom Pérignon. It seems to be popular here as well.’

The Sioux accepted a glass as she inspected the suite. ‘Is this presidential?’

‘It’s the Clinton Suite, so I guess it is.’

‘Are you saying Slick Willie has slept here himself?’

‘Apparently he has. I guess we’ll be making out in the very same bed.’

‘Wow, you certainly know how to live. Listen, what happened in London . . .’

‘What happened in London is in the past.’ Trish sipped champagne without taking her eyes off Sioux’s. Sioux had lovely big, bright-blue peepers. Simply looking into them was getting Trish wet. No, it was getting her very, very wet. Trickles were running down the insides of her thighs.

‘I got what I deserved,’ she went on, ‘champers, steak and a hell of a fucking. I didn’t even mind the change of partners. The only thing I didn’t get was head from you.’

‘You did so get head from me!’ The Sioux’s smile was less uncertain now. In fact it was downright seductive.

‘Not nearly enough,’ Trish said prissily. ‘Three or four hours will balance the books. Then I’ll call room service while I decide what you’re going to do for me next.’

*****

Trish couldn’t keep the grin off her face when she bursa ucuz escort finally made the call. The Sioux hadn’t merely balanced the books, she’d put herself well into credit. It had somehow got to ten in the evening and, while she hadn’t spent all of the time with her head between Trish’s legs, she’d certainly done all the doing.

And hadn’t she done it well!

Normally Trish made sure she shared the workload. So far she’d done next to nothing, lying back and enjoying the way Sioux made love, using lips, fingers and tongue. She’d used a lot of other bits of her body too, most memorably her tits. It had been incredibly good and impossible to count the cums. Parts of Trish which usually weren’t even ticklish had suddenly become erogenous. A simple kiss on the tip of her nose had caused orgasmic convulsions . . .

‘Two Carnbrooke sirloins done medium rare,’ she said into the receiver. ‘And two bottles of Dom Pérignon.’ Then, when asked what she wanted with the steaks: ‘Nothing too healthy. Chips and onion rings will do.’

The Sioux (no, when they were being intimate, she was just Sioux) had refilled their champagne flutes, emptying the first bottle in the process. She’d also commandeered a hotel robe which was not exactly modest; those miles-long legs of hers looked longer than ever.

‘About London,’ she said, ‘I sorry I called you a whore. I was the one acting badly, not you.’

‘Water off a duck’s back,’ Trish replied. ‘As I said, it’s all in the past. Ditch your rear-view mirror and look forward instead.’

‘Are you really going to give me a shot at your belt?’

‘It’s all arranged. The Commissioner probably has writers working on it as we speak.’ Trish had a sip of champagne and laughed. ‘I pity the poor bastard who has to tell Victoria.’

‘I pity me,’ said Sioux. ‘When she finds out, I mean.’

‘What’s she got on you? Is it sex?’

‘We’ve slept together five times,’ Sioux confessed. ‘But not at all in the last four weeks. She sort of rations it. I guess she thinks she’s keeping me on a string. I guess she also thinks I’m more of a lesbian than I really am.’

‘You like guys?’

‘I have been known to try them out, but mostly I like playing games. That’s what gave Vic the idea in London, as likely as not. I’d been suggesting bondage ropes for a while.’

‘Hmmm,’ went Trish. ‘I think she’s been using you, young lady.’

‘I think we’ve been using each other. Which leads me to ask: What about me and you?’

‘I told you the general plan. The writers will probably change it a bit . . . as they tend to do . . . but you will get your shot and that will catapult you into superstardom.’

‘Do we keep seeing each other in the meantime? Like intimately?’

‘You bet we do. And don’t worry; I’ll pull my weight every now and then. You won’t always be the one doing everything.’

‘What about Vic?’

‘She’s already a superstar, she just doesn’t realize it.’

‘How am I meant to be with her, though?’

‘That’s between you and her. I don’t do “clingy”. As far as I’m concerned you can do whatever you want . . . when you’re not being intimate with me, that is. If you want to fuck Victoria, you go for it. Assuming she doesn’t go praying mantis and bite your head off first.’

*****

Trish kept Sioux for most of the night, finally letting her go at seven am. During their intimacy her phone had been most decidedly switched off. Now, checking her messages, she found she had another early morning date with the Commissioner.

Thank God I’d had enough sixty-nine, she thought, smirking. Any more and I’d have been late.

Then, chuckling: As if anyone could have enough!

Fortunately, the message specified eight o’clock in the breakfast room. Freshly showered, Trish made it with minutes to spare. And then, while she sampled her first full Irish (it was very similar to a full English, but even more plentiful, and included a lot of fried potatoes), she listened to what the main man had to say.

‘Forgive me for asking,’ she said when he’d finished, ‘but aren’t you in charge of WWE?’

‘Victoria is a valuable asset,’ he said patiently. ‘And she’s right; it would be a catastrophe if she didn’t get to fight you again, and sooner rather than later. It’s what the viewers want.’

‘I hope the viewers don’t want me to lose to her.’ Trish took a swig of the strongest tea she’d ever tasted in her life before adding, a little anxiously: ‘They don’t, do they?’

‘Of course they don’t. But there’s growing demand for you to be a heel again. This evening gown match could do the trick, particularly with it being an unexpected bonus.’

‘And I really get to rip her bra off?’

‘Without a doubt . . . and in a very despicable way.’

Trish already knew she was going to go for it. She was only raising objections because she was expected to. ‘Does Victoria understand she’s going to be humiliated?’

‘Of course she does. She doesn’t know about the eliminator, though. We’ll get next Saturday out of the way and tell her then.’

‘It’s very short notice.’

‘I know it is. But you know each other inside out. And I’ve booked you both a rehearsal slot at the Odyssey this afternoon. You can run through the script there. Then, when we’ve arrived in Santa Barbara, you can run through it again.’

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By Pussylove69 (inspired by Michelle)

Thank you Michelle for sharing another of your hot nights with us (after “A Ladies night with a callgirl”). So thanks and kisses to Michelle and if any of you lady-readers out there would love to contribute to my series of readers lesbian real first times or special real life experiences or fantasies, I will of course be very happy.

Michelle´s story (Michelle is a mid-fourties reader with a very vivid sex-life):

I was buying some cosmetics today, from a store where one of our circle of lesbians work. The cosmetician is my friend Bea, who always gives me the best deals on my make up. Anyway they had a new young part time assistant named Lucy. WOW! What a gorgeous young lady. She only just turned 18.

I asked Bea: “Who’s the babe?”

“I know,” she said, “Isn’t she stunning!”

“Have you fucked her yet,” I asked.

“No! I would love to,” she sighed, as she raised her eyebrows. “But how can I when she works with me?”

I couldn’t take my eyes off of her and my heart pounded, my legs went weak and my panties became wet all in a matter of seconds.

“Well Bea, aren’t you at least going to introduce us?”

“Oh, of course I will.” So, Bea called Lucy.

Lucy turned to me and my knees knocked again. She had a beautiful black dress on with sexy black nylon stockings in high heels. I am a sucker for girls in black, especially black nylons and a garter belt. Mmmmmm!

Anyway Lucy shook my hand and said: “I’m pleased to meet you.”

“Me too! You are so beautiful!” I had to say.

“Oh, thank you,” she said, as she turned red in the face, her smile just lit up her pretty face and her gorgeous long brunette hair and her sexy sultry lipstick covered lips. I just wanted to kiss her and suck her tongue into my mouth. The thoughts of her young, full sweet lips sucking on my tits and then down on my pussy, really soaked my panties. So, Lucy turned away and started to work again as I fixed my eyes on her tight young, sweet ass.

“If you are not going to fuck her…. then please let me!”, I said to Bea. Bea turned around to look at her and Lucy was not aware that us two older, hot lesbians craved her so badly!

“Let me see,” said Bea….then she thought for a minute….”If you will let me fuck your Nancy, then I’ll try my best to make sure that you can get a date with Lucy.”

Without a second thought I said: “SURE! I know that Nancy likes you and I don’t mind at all. I want that date with Lucy as soon as possible.”

“But, I can’t guarantee she’ll let anything happen,” said Bea, “and if bursa escort you don’t get to have her, I still want to fuck Nancy, that is part of our agreement ok?”

So I said to Bea: “Why don’t you invite her over after work for a few drinks? Ask her now and if she says yes, I’ll call Nancy and arrange her for you ok?” Bea’s eyes lit up and a smile broke across her lips at the thought of fucking Nancy.

“Sounds good!” she replied. Bea then walked over to Lucy and asked her. Lucy looked over at me and smiled as she nodded her head. Bea walked back to me and said: “Yes! She’s coming over. Now it’s your turn. Call Nancy for me ok? I want her!”, said Bea as she tried to hide her excitement.

I dialed Nancy’s number from my cell phone and she answered. “Hi baby,” I said, “Would you come over tonight and entertain Bea for the evening, I have my eye on a sexy young honey that will keep me busy also at home for a while.”

“Sure,” said Nancy, “I like Bea. Is she a good fuck?” Laughing I said to Bea: “Nancy wants to know if you are a good fuck or not?” Bea smiled and said: “Give me that phone! Hi honey, don’t worry you won’t be disappointed, I’ll show you how an older women really can fuck. All that I am concerned about is whether or not you know how to eat pussy?”, said Bea.

“Of course I do,” said Nancy, “Just ask Michelle.”

“Good enough,” said Bea, “I’ll look forward to seeing you tonight.”

Bea and Lucy arrived at my place at 5.30pm and Nancy was already waiting with me. “So, you are really hot for this Lucy?” asked 19 year old Nancy. “Yes, she’s a babe and I am hoping to have her tonight,” I said.

Bea and Lucy arrived and I let them in. I was already undressing Lucy with my eyes. Little did the teenage girl know that I was really hoping to fuck her tonight. Of course Lucy had no idea that we were all lesbians at my place, but Bea kissed Nancy on her lips and that gave it away pretty quickly. Lucy was obviously stunned. I took Lucy by the hand and said: “Don’t worry baby, you are in good hands. Nothing will happen that you don´t like.”I took her into my kitchen where we poured some drinks, while Bea and Nancy were necking on my couch.

Lucy took their drinks to them and returned to the kitchen. I took her in my arms and said, “Relax baby. I just would love to show you the kiss of a mature, experienced woman.”

She pulled away but I pulled her back to me and kissed her sweet lips, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. she pulled back again and I said: “Lucy! relax!!!” I pulled her back to me and fondled one of her young tits through her dress and bursa escort bayan kissed her again. She tried to resist but I felt her now relax and she let me neck with her a while and I felt her kiss back. “That’s it baby. You are so sexy. Come with me,” I said, as I took her hand and walked into my bedroom. As we passed Bea and Nancy, Bea, who is over forty, like myself, was on her knees and her head was between Nancy’s legs, sucking her out. One of Nancy’s tits was hanging out of her dress and was wet from Bea’s sucking of it. Nancy’s eyes were closed and she was moaning away, as she humped her cunt into Bea’s mouth. The young Lucy was starring at the erotic picture in front of her and could feel how she got aroused more and more. I led her to my bedroom.

I sat on the bed and said: “Come here babe and sit next to me”, as I patted my hand on the bed beside me.

“I can’t do this, Michelle!” she said.

“Of course you can. Trust me,” I said softly. “Let me make love to you.”

Lucy just stood there and stared back at me. I knew that then, that I would have to do some serious convincing. So I stood up and pulled her again to me and kissed her again saying, “You are not going to leave tonight without having made love to me ok baby?”

I coaxed her onto my bed and made my move on her. I thought if only I could get her panties off and go down and give her a good licking out, then she would be mine. Lucy stood there so sexily and a bit nervous. So I stood up and led her to my bed saying lay down baby. Sexy Lucy laid down onto my bed and I went for her panties. She wore a pantyhose which I carefully took off. She didn’t do anything but lay there as I was getting her ready to be licked out. After her panties and hose were removed, I could smell her delicious cunt and I said, “Open your legs wide, Baby,” as I went down on her. Her young hairy pussy was such a beautiful sight and I wasted no time in putting my lips onto her cunt. “No!” she protested. “Relax baby!”, I said as I sucked her clit into my mouth. Lucy relaxed and I sucked and licked the life out of her and as time went on she began to hump herself into my face.

I knew she was mine now. Young Lucy came in my mouth and I wanted to drink from this beauty some more, so I continued to eat her until she came again.

After that I wanted to neck with her some more, so I took her again into my arms and we kissed. I took my panties off and said, “It’s my turn now, honey. Go down and suck me”.

“But, I have never done that before!”, said Lucy.

“You’ll do just fine babe!” bursa merkez escort With these words I pushed her down and held her face into my pussy and ground myself up into her mouth. Her youth and inexperience was so sexy to me, that it made me come very quickly.

“There’s a good girl!”, I said, “Keep eating and sucking.”

Lucy did as she was told and I smiled to myself as I looked down and saw her pretty young head bobbing up and down….she was now mine!

Bea and Nancy came into the bedroom, arm in arm. Bea’s strap on was hanging around her waist still wet from fucking Nancy’s cunt. I could see that Bea was in a very sexy mood. Bea said: “There you are, Michelle you lucky girl! You have Lucy now just where you want her.” “Mmmm! I moaned. “Yes licking my cunt, is where she belongs.” Then Bea said, “I want some of her ass,” and then she bent down, opened the cheeks of Lucy’s ass and licked her ass and cunt from behind.

“That’s it Bea, give her ass and cunt a good licking!”, I said.

Nancy crawled onto the bed to neck with me. She is such a good kisser. I could spend hours just sucking her tongue into my mouth. Latter I strapped on my own dildo and fucked Lucy from behind as she was on all fours. Her cunt was so tight, but I managed to ram my hard dildo all the way into her. So she took it all, in and out, in and out, it was so sexy to watch as I looked down and saw her cunt lips tight around my hard cock. Bea then got in front of Lucy on the bed and opened her legs wide and pulled Lucy’s head down onto her pussy. “Suck me baby!” moaned Bea, “You’ve been so sexy every day. I’ve seen you at work and you’ve been fucking driving me crazy!” Bea’s eyes closed as she concentrated on Lucy’s tongue, moaning and moaning, then after a while Bea’s moans got louder and louder. She came and screamed: “OH I’M COMING!!!! DON’T STOP!!!!!”, as she pulled poor Lucy’s face and tongue deep into her cunt. Nancy sat on the bed and played with herself with a buzzing vibrator. “That’s sooooo pretty,” she said, as Bea and I, the two hot and horny middle aged lezzies fucked our hot and sexy young girl. Nancy grabbed Lucy and they 69d together which was really hot and Bea said to me: “I haven’t licked you out for such a long time. Get down there lady,” I said, as I laid on the bed beside Nancy and Lucy as Bea went down and sucked me again to a sweet orgasm. I of course returned the favour and went down on her and then Bea and I 69’d together as the two young girls continued their tonguing of each other. The smell of hot pussy in my bedroom was beautiful. And the night still was not over.

Bea and I have decided that we are both going to share Lucy and spend as much time with her in our beds, to make her a real girl’s girl.

Comments, Votings and Feedback are very welcome and of course any contributions of your experiences. Feedback will also be passed on to Michelle. Your Pussylove69!

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It was almost eight months since Sunita had arrived in the capital on New Year’s Eve. She had been staying with her cousin Ram and his wife Anu in their two bedrooms flat, having taken a while to get used to the luxury of her ‘own’ room. The city itself had been an amazing experience for her; the crowds, the traffic, the hustle and bustle of everyday living, the shops, the sights, the many acquaintances and friends that could be made, the beggars, the entrepreneurs, the vendors, the very life.

Delhi, in Sunita’s mind, was a living thriving 5000 year old city whose origins could be tracked back to the ancient Indian text of The Mahabharata. She had soaked in this cultural, and almost religious, significance absorbing the history and culture at a scale so vast and so grand. She was always glad about having left the village to come out into the world. She spent the first few weeks travelling all over the city, taking public transport buses to the Red Fort in Old Delhi, the Qutab Minar at the southern end; she walked along the tree lined avenues of residential locations surrounding Lutyen’s Delhi and down Raj Path where the Republic Day parade took place every January; she took the Metro to a station near one of the posh suburbs in South Delhi and walked along the service lanes; she visited markets in places like Connaught Circus and Karol Bagh, saw street vendors sitting outside air-conditioned shops in Lajpat Nagar and Sarojini Nagar; stared out of the window when the buses drove past grand Five Star luxury hotels like the Taj and the Maurya; walked down the chaotic Pahargunj labyrinths opposite the main railway station; she had lived through the winter and the summer and the monsoon already.

But very soon after Sunita’s arrival, her sense of responsibility goaded her towards the need to find a job, however small, so she could contribute to the household expenses; Ram and Anu had been very hospitable and generous, never once mentioning the obvious financial burden that she must have added to. Initially she tried to help out at Ram’s motorcycle repair shop just below their rooms but realised she wasn’t being of much assistance beyond bringing glasses of tea for some of Ram’s friends who visited or came to get their bikes fixed. She asked around some of the neighbouring shops if they needed an extra hand but none of them were willing to pay for help, least of all a woman who wouldn’t be able to do any menial or physical work. She tried to take tuitions for school going children but their parents couldn’t really afford to pay.

Ram and Anu had a fair number of friends and Sunita was beginning to get to know them; she requested all of them to keep their ears open and let her know if they heard of any opportunities. Sunita discovered that domestic help was much sought after by the middle class families in south Delhi but because Ram stayed at the western end, she wasn’t sure how she could commute to those places of work. She did try however; Sunita met a few housewives, home-maker ladies that were introduced to her by friends and acquaintances of Anu but nobody wanted to hire someone who had no experience.

Sunita of course didn’t give up her search. During her second month, after she had finished her sightseeing and somewhat satisfied her curiosity about the city, after she had discovered that her immediate neighbourhood was not rife with employment opportunities, she began to venture further afield. She started with visiting schools, hospitals and offices looking for and talking to the security guards or gardeners or anybody who looked like an employee of these institutions; always asking whether their employers were looking for additional help. She began to get temporary jobs, usually to fill a vacancy that occurred if someone was on vacation. For a couple of weeks here, another week there, she worked as a cleaner, a maid, a helper, a sweeper, whatever came her way. She wasn’t happy with the kind of work that was coming her way but never complained; whatever money she got, she handed over to Anu.

Most of these jobs were at least a few stops away on the bus transport system and while she walked to these places initially, when the monsoon rains arrived she was forced to take the bus. On the bus Sunita discovered the sleazy behaviour of the Delhiite. The pushing and shoving she got used to, but the groping and pressing against her breasts, and the thrusting of masculine erections against her thigh appalled and sickened her. On occasion she would fight back by screaming at the person or abusing him, once she even slapped a young hoodlum that was massaging her saree clad arse. But it never stopped, at least not in the mornings when all the buses were crowded with the office going rush.

What Sunita didn’t know was that public groping in city transport systems was a worldwide phenomenon, not that that would have made it any more tolerable. She shared these stories of lewd horrible men with Anu, as she did escort bayan all her experiences, just to get it off her chest. Anu was sympathetic of course but could do little to help. When she told her husband what Sunita had to go through every morning he told her that there was no need for her to feel that she should contribute to the household income; they were doing fine financially and Sunita should wait till she found a more permanent and decent job. But she didn’t listen, she felt a moral obligation to chip in, and chip in she would.

Her longest stint of temp work was with a small school quite some distance away. She started leaving home at 6:00 in the morning when most of the buses were relatively empty and she managed to get a seat for the hour long journey. She would walk the last half kilometre from the bus stop to the school and arrive there sometime around 7:15 on most mornings even though her duty hours didn’t begin till 8:00 a.m. Her normal routine was to sweep the floors, dust the desks and chairs, clean the blackboards and ready the six classrooms by 9:30. Then, she helped out with the small children or doing whatever was required of her till all the kids left for home around 4:30. After that she usually had another two hours of chores to complete, and would try and board the 7:00 p.m. bus back to Ram’s house, thus completing her 14 hour day.

In the evenings after Sunita returned home she loved to spend time with Anu, talking about all that happened during the day, sharing gossip and generally chatting the way girlfriends do. They would prepare the night meal together and wait for Ram to get back when they all sat at a small table in their kitchen and ate.

On Saturdays and Sundays there was no school and Sunita and Anu loved their time together; especially on Saturdays when Ram spent the day tending his motorcycle repair shop while the girls stayed and worked together at home. On one of these weekend days, Sunita told Anu of what happened on the bus ride back some days earlier; she had been too embarrassed and ashamed to share this earlier but now she wanted to.

After their mid-day meal together, the girls sat in Anu’s bedroom both reclining against the headboard facing one another and Sunita told her about the experience she had last Wednesday night on her way back from work.

It was extremely crowded on the bus since Sunita had missed her regular 7:00 p.m. one and when the next bus came along at 7:40 it was crammed with people returning after work, mostly from a factory up the road. She eased her way to the middle of the bus from the front after paying her fare to the driver. As usual, most of the travellers were men; there couldn’t have been more than half a dozen women in the packed vehicle. As the bus navigated its way along Route 749, people got off and others got on, and the constant movement of bodies kept pushing her back further to the last row of seats.

About halfway along the journey a man on the corner seat of the last row got up and offered Sunita the place next to a window, saying he was getting off at the next stop. In fact two others got up to disembark as well and as she slid along the bench to the window, another man sat down next to her. Normally she would ignore her fellow passengers but this time she looked sideways through the corner of her eye because she smelt a pleasant cologne and a certain cleanliness from the man; most unusual on this route. Clean shaven, lean face with a sharp jaw line, well groomed hair; she wasn’t sure what to make of the man.

The window was open and the rush of air that blew across Sunita’s face and chest sent a slight chill through her body because her saree was a little damp on account of the quick drizzle that she had got caught in while waiting at the bus stop. She pulled the drape of her saree around her and began to doze, her eyelids feeling heavy after another hard day’s work. Thinking of the man sitting next to her as she slipped into a slumberous state, Sunita thought of the months she had not pleasured herself to an orgasm. She often wanted to but was usually very tired when she got to bed every night and usually fell into a deep sleep the moment her head touched her pillow. Her thoughts, as always when she was in this contemplative mood, forced her to remember her continued virginity at the age of 27 when all her friends from the village were already mothers of one or two children.

Suddenly, still in that phantom zone between wakefulness and sleep, she felt warm, trembling fingers touching the side of her 38D breast, waking her from the lull of sleep. The bus was almost in darkness because of a number of fused light bulbs and the constant purr of the engine threatened to calm her back to sleep. If only it hadn’t been for the strange hand trying to access her forbidden fruit, maybe she would have gone back into slumber. This was not someone pretending to accidently rub against her; it felt görükle escort calculated and intentional. There was so much notoriety in the act that it made Sunita’s groin throb. She closed her eyes again pretending to have noticed nothing. Sunita pulled the pallu of her saree tightly over her shoulders but that only seemed to give easier access to whoever it was.

She tried to calm her beating heart, and began to breathe as deeply as she could so as to put the stranger at ease. A few minutes passed and the stranger shifted on his buttocks; then a tentative finger was extended in Sunita’s direction. She felt the tip of the finger press gently into her soft fleshy breast. It sent an electric charge down to her pussy; she muffled a gasp. Slowly but surely the fingers slipped over her breast until the tips touched her nipple lightly. There was no movement for the next few minutes and Sunita waited impatiently. She knew she wasn’t doing the right thing, she should be objecting, pushing the man away; but for some inexplicable reason, Sunita didn’t want to stop him from going ahead, in fact wanting him to make his next move.

Just as her breast grew accustomed to the warmth the hand moved a little again until the palm cupped the swell of her breast and two fingers held Sunita’s nipple prisoner. She heard an intake of breath from her neighbour; her own heart skipping and trotting at the touch. Slowly the tip of his middle finger moved on her erect nipple until it virtually turned raw; just as she was about to push his hand away it moved into more forceful action.

She felt her nipple being pinched and pulled and his breathing became hoarse. Sunita hadn’t moved a centimetre since the stranger had started molesting her and she thought that made him confident. His hand moved ahead; he crossed the valley of her breasts and moved to the other one. He squeezed harder than before. Sunita wondered briefly if the man knew that she was awake and partaking in the pleasure; she hoped not but her pussy throbbed with excitement and she wondered at that moment about the condition of his penis; she imagined its girth and its hardness.

Then his hand began to move freely between her breasts, squeezing hard and kneading over her large firm boobs. Sunita began to imagine the man suckling on her hard nipples, allowing her fantasy to freely mingle with the reality. The hands stopped for a moment and her heart beat in anticipation. The stranger started to feel along the edges of her blouse, his fingers eventually honing in on the buttons. He circled a button with a finger tip then precariously unbuttoned it; then another and another until the front came lose. He pushed the blouse away from her tits and began to feel the lacy scalloped fringes of the brassiere. For a couple of minutes he let his fingers keep tracing the edges, touching the pushed up slopes of her breasts from on top of the bra. Sunita began to grow restless again, wanting the man to touch bare skin, rub her large hardened nipples.

Sunita wanted desperately to reach out to the stranger’s crotch, unzip his fly and grab hold of his penis; she pretended to move in her sleep and turned a little towards the window, pressing her back into him. He had easy access to the hooks on the back of her brassiere now; it was now or never.

In no time the stranger had unhooked her bra; a warm trembling hand came to rest on one breast and Sunita gasped audibly, then cursed herself and waited in agony at the consequence. The hand stayed where it was and try as she may Sunita couldn’t breathe evenly. In fact to make things worse she began to tremble. The hand moved to where her heart was thumping in anticipation and stayed there for a moment. Both hands then came to cup her breasts, mauling and kneading roughly the soft silken smoothness. He began to breathe hoarsely, then all of a sudden stopped, slipped down from his seat, pressed against one of Sunita’s legs then sat on his knees crouching before her under the fall of her saree completely out of sight.

He hugged Sunita around her waist in the near darkness trying to feel her bare skin against him, his face between her breasts. He rubbed his cheeks between them breathing deeply and contentedly then grabbed hold of one breast and began to suckle on it like a starved man. Sunita gasped, her pussy flooding immediately as she tried to picture him in the dark. She imagined him to be in his late twenties; a college student perhaps, muscular and ruggedly handsome. His stubble scraped her soft skin as her fingers curled into the back of his head pulling him closer to suckle her harder. He sucked one nipple while his fingers toyed with the other, and then moving his lips lower he kissed her belly button and the flat stomach below.

The stranger’s hand slipped between Sunita’s thighs and she began to tremble as he parted the sodden panties and pushed a cool finger into the molten lava of bursa elit escort her volcano. She gasped again, her head pushed back into the seat as she stayed there for the next few minutes. His finger dove back and forth into her open vagina, circling, rubbing, and shoving until she was writhing. With a deep moan and a sudden inhalation of air, she came in his hand. She saw him lift his fingers and smell her juices; then as if driven crazy he dived between her legs and lapped up hungrily biting and sucking on her full swollen lips until she came again with a shudder, fully spent.

The bus was approaching her destination, maybe one or two stops to go, when the man surfaced from under Sunita’s saree and she hastily buttoned her blouse without attempting to hook up her bra. He stood up in the darkness, his face occasionally lit by passing headlights of cars going in the opposite direction. But he didn’t sit back down next to her; instead he turned and walked to the exit near the middle of the bus.

Anu was absolutely mesmerised by the tale, asking Sunita if she had met the man or seen him again. But Sunita had never really got a clear look at his face, most of it being a product of her own imagination. Anu knew that Sunita’s body must have been craving some form of sexual release and she tried to coax her into finding a friend; perhaps one of Ram’s many acquaintances. So what if they were married, sex was sex. You have a body that men will die for, Anu told her. I mean, look at you. Look at your breasts, so firm and large. I’m sure your nipples are just as enticing, they must be large and fat, anybody would die to suck on them, she told Sunita. As she said this, Anu reached out one hand and gently stroked the contours of one of Sunita’s breasts, feeling the edge of her brassiere under the blouse.

Sunita was stunned for a moment as she lowered her head and looked at Anu’s finger tracing an invisible line around the circumference of her right breast, then move gradually to the other one. The finger made concentric circles around her boobs, circles that grew smaller and smaller with each turn as they honed in to the centre. She felt her nipples grow taut under Anu’s caress, too shocked to move or even utter a word. When she lifted her head, she saw Anu looking directly into her eyes, lips moist and eyelids just a mite droopy. Anu shifted her body and moved closer to Sunita as they lay side by side on the bed, now barely inches away from one another, their breasts almost touching.

Anu stretched out her arm and draped it over Sunita’s shoulder and back, pulling her closer so that their faces were only a hair’s breadth apart. She could feel Anu’s breath on her face but had little time to react before Anu took Sunita hard in her arms and pulled her into a passionate kiss. Sunita was surprised to have Anu’s mouth on hers, true… but it only took a second before she began to press back against her and return the kiss.

As Anu pushed against Sunita and began to kiss her with a sudden surge of almost violent passion, Sunita’s hands began to roam over her cousin sister-in-law’s body, feeling her tits and hard nipples, tracing her sides and the curves of her hips and arse, her hands sliding over the soft texture of her saree, gliding along the gentle curve of her hips. Anu was kissing Sunita’s neck above the neckline of her blouse, and soon was fumbling with the hooks that kept the two sides in place. Managing to release the links she pushed the blouse back off of Sunita’s shoulders thus revealing her white brassiere. Anu leaned into her, letting her tongue leave a delicate wet trail over those full boobs and down into the deep cleavage, her own hand finding the space between Sunita’s thighs, trying now to unravel her sari so she could reach Sunita’s pussy.

Tugging out the folds of the saree and throwing them loose, Anu then found the knot that held Sunita’s petticoat in place and pulled at a drawstring to release the hold. Pushing Sunita’s petticoat down over her thighs to the knees, Anu’s hand groped for the hairy bush that protected the cunt, moaning into Sunita’s mouth as her tongue became more energetic when she discovered Sunita wasn’t wearing any panties. Sunita’s blouse was then completely removed in a rush of fumbling fingers and her brassiere was on the floor seconds later.

Anu began running her hands over Sunita’s body as she kissed her hard. Squeezing and kneading her large breasts and then dropping her mouth to Sunita’s hard nipples. Then she pulled Sunita around and pushed her down so that her body lay supine on the bed. Anu was on top of her in an instant, kissing her lips and neck while rubbing her heavy tits against Sunita’s, and pushing her mound against Sunita’s pussy as if she wore a phantom cock and was fucking her with it. Slowly, Anu worked her way down her husband’s cousin’s body, Sunita’s moans persuading her to linger over her tits, pinching one nipple while she sucked the other breast deep into her mouth and then let it slip out so she could bite the nipple. Sunita was moaning loudly now, finding Anu’s aggressiveness incredibly erotic and arousing – she realized that Anu was the master of the situation, and her own submission turned her on even more.

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Although I love reading and writing lesbian erotica, I am in a committed relationship with one of the more masculine persuasion. However, this doesn’t stop me from dreaming up erotic fantasies every night, usually involving one or more beautiful women in my life. Here is one of my most vivid fantasies; involving someone who I’ll call Georgia.

It was a girls’ night in. Georgia, a few of my other girl friends, and myself had spent the entire night watching cheesy chick flicks and indulging ourselves with chocolate and vodka. Georgia, however, volunteered to be our designated driver just in case we went out for a late-night bar crawl. Georgia was always the type of person to think ahead. She was calm, calculated; all in a way that made her extremely mysterious and, dare I say it, sexy. She had gorgeous long black hair and beautiful almond-shaped eyes. She was perpetually thin, much to the envy of many girls our age. Georgia had always received attention from boys and men, but never paid much attention to it. She always gave us the “I need to focus on my studies” excuse.

Later on in the evening, one of our more intoxicated friends got the idea that we should all watch some porn. We indulged her and clicked onto a popular porn web site. Georgia rolled her eyes and went off to the kitchen to fix herself a snack. Before I knew it, all of us, sans Georgia, were watching a pretty girl get fucked by a huge, muscular man. It wasn’t really my thing, and I decided to join Georgia in the kitchen.

By the time Georgia and I were done fixing ourselves some treats and chatting, our two other friends had passed out on the couch. With a cute giggle, Georgia sat down next to them and scrolled through the porn website. I was shocked.

“I thought you were, you know, one of those anti-porn types.” I said to Georgia.

She laughed and replied, “Of course not. I just have.. A different taste in pornography, I guess. Some girl taking a cock in her ass doesn’t exactly get me going.”

I knew exactly what she meant. “What do you bursa escort like, then?”

She smiled shyly and clicked onto the “Lesbian” category. She replied, “Duh. Haven’t you noticed? I’ve never been with a guy. And it’s not just because of my studies. Here, let’s watch some. It’s stupid, whatever, but it could be fun.”

I nodded, excited to watch two girls fuck with my beautiful best friend. We sat next to each other on the couch as the moans of two sexy girls filled the room. She turned the volume down and whispered, “I don’t wanna wake them.” I followed her into her bedroom, closing the door behind us. We sat together on her bed, watching the sexy scene unfold before us.

Georgia and I watched several videos. As we watched one video of two girls fucking each other with a double-ended dildo, I noticed Georgia squirming uncomfortably. I looked over to her to see if she was okay, and noticed her legs squeezing together and her hand moving furiously in between them. I paused the video and she looked at me.

Her voice cracked slightly as she begged, “Please.. I need this. I haven’t done this in so long..” Her hand moved lightly over her panties and tights. She was rubbing herself outside her clothes.

A whirlwind of emotions flew inside me at that moment. She looked positively sexy; she looked like all she needed in the world at that moment was a big, fulfilling orgasm.

And I wanted to give her one.

I closed the laptop and moved in closer to her. I whispered in her ear, “Let me help you.” She gulped and nodded, closing the distance between her and I with a kiss. Our tongues caressed each other, rolling together and feeling each other’s mouths. As I broke the kiss, I could see she was no longer touching herself and instead had her hands up behind her, as if she was being pinned down by some imaginary force. I smiled and straddled her.

“I have a feeling you like it rough,” I whispered into her ear. She responded only with a heavy sigh. Biting her lip, she whispered, “Please.” Although bursa ucuz escort I loved to hear her sultry pleas, I didn’t want to make her beg anymore. I grabbed her by her hips and flipped her over, ass up and face down.

I pulled off her tights and panties with urgency, leaving her in her thin summer dress. I could see goosebumps rise on her ass and labia. She looked delicious. I slowly caressed her ass, then moved my hand lower towards her pussy. I whispered, “Do you like to be spanked?” She nodded vigorously. I smiled.

“Well then. I’m going to fingerfuck you harder then you’ve ever been fucked before. But if I hear one moan, or feel your pussy jerk towards me because you want more; you’re getting a good thwack on the ass. Understand?” She almost melted in simultaneous embarrassment and ecstasy and nodded. I smiled. “Good girl.”

I slowly dipped a finger into her already-dripping pussy. I could feel her pussy tighten around me, warm and wet for my fingers. Before I could get much further, Georgia looked up at me. She begged for me to take one of her toys from her dresser and use it on her. I laughed and complied, knowing how good it would feel for her to have a big dildo in her pussy and her best friend’s tongue on her clit at the same time.

I flipped her over again, now completely exposed to me except for her dress. I ordered her to remove it. To my surprise, she was bare and braless under her dress. Her tiny boobs were soft and lovely, drawing attention to her hard pink nipples. I smiled and left her pussy for a second to admire her gorgeous tits. I caressed and flicked her nipples with my hands, eliciting soft little gasps from her. I slowly lowered my mouth to one of her nipples and licked and sucked hard. She was already moaning my name softly as she massaged my shoulders and neck. I couldn’t wait any longer, I absolutely needed to fuck her. I flipped her back onto her stomach. She lifted her ass into the air, seductively showing off her asshole and pussy bursa elit escort to me. I couldn’t take it any longer. I slowly pushed the dildo into her pussy, hearing her moans of how big it was and how much it filled her up. I scolded her and reminded her of our agreement. I allowed her to talk dirty, as long as there were no moans; or else a spanking was due. She happily agreed.

I fucked her harder and faster with the dildo as she rubbed her clit. She was being such a good girl for me. She wouldn’t stop talking about how good I was and how much she wanted me. As I fucked her with the huge pink dildo, I could feel her pussy tightening, the tell-tale sign of a girl about to cum, hard. I exploited this knowledge to my advantage and abruptly took the dildo out of her pussy. She gasped at the sudden lack of cock filling her up, and turned back to look at me. I smiled and flipped her onto her back. It was my turn.

I kissed my way down from her nipples to her bare pubic mound. Her legs twitched as I kissed her labia, and then I slowly, agonizingly slowly, licked her from her entrance all the way to her clit. She was shaking in anticipation of the pussy-licking to come. I loved teasing her, but I loved making her cum even more. I pulled back her labia and clitoral hood and licked her swollen pink clit directly. She almost screamed in pleasure and had to bite down on some blankets to keep from waking our other girlfriends up. I continued licking her clit fast and hard, putting pressure on it to make her feel even better. Georgia moaned, “Oh fuck, god damnit you’re good at licking my wet little cunt!!” I was confident I could make her cum just from licking her.

She was getting closer and closer as I flicked my tongue across her heavy clit. Suddenly, she moaned, “Oh god, oh fucking god you’re so good I’m going to .. I’m gonna cum so hard I’ll piss myself!!” I smiled and looked up at her as I continued licking her. After just a few more seconds of sucking and licking her aching clit, she arched her back and I felt a stream of hot, clearish liquid shoot from her pussy. She was moaning, almost screaming my name and saying, “Oohhh god! Oh god yes!” It was so hot, I could’ve cum right there. I loved turning my best friend into a cute little slut for me. My pussy was aching for her…

***

To be continued!!

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“Oh no, don’t tell that story!”

Freddy winked and smiled at me from across the table. “Well now you know I have to.” He looked at the other two people and began without pause, “We went to pick up some of Cass’s crap from Jeremy’s place.” Everyone, including myself, made a face at the sound of my ex-boyfriend’s name. “Yeah, I know. Of course he was sitting in front of his computer, hand down his pants and screaming racial slurs at the poor people on the other end of his headset when we walked in. He hadn’t even gotten up to let us in. Told us is was open. So, we walked into the bedroom and started grabbing everything of Cass’s. I looked at the nightstand and saw this thing sitting there and asked her what it was. She looked up and, without missing a beat, informed me that it was the penis cozy she’d knit him.” By this point in the retelling, Freddy was almost doubled over laughing and clutching his stomach. Across from me, Tammy was wiping tears from her eyes and shaking her head.

“Oh God, Cass,” Andrew said to me. “Why?”

I shrugged and sipped my margarita before saying, “It was all I could make. It started as a potholder and…” It hit me: the absurdity of it, penis cozy and all, and I began laughing hysterically. My one and only knitting project had been a cozy for my ex-boyfriend’s penis.

“Do you guys still need a minute?” our waitress asked, looking at us suspiciously. We must have appeared crazy, the four of us mid-hysterics, if you did not know the cozy story. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, had long blonde hair and the greenest eyes I’d ever seen. They have to be contacts, I thought.

“No,” Andrew said. “We’re ready.”

We gave our orders and she took the menus. When she grabbed mine, our fingertips touched and a shiver ran up my spine. Stupid, I thought, but when I glanced up, she was staring at me. I’d never been with a woman, even in college, but there was something there.

A second after she left, Freddy whistled. “Girl.”

?”What?” Andrew asked. Tammy smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

“It’s always the straight mend who have the worst gaydar,” Freddy said.

I hit him. “No, it wasn’t anything like that.” But my protest sounded weak, even to me.

Tammy shook her head. “I don’t know, Cass. She’s cute.”

Freddy nodded. “Go for it. You deserve a little fun after all the crap you dealt with with Jeremy.” Easy for you to say, I thought. You’ve been out since you were fifteen. I’d always found some girls attractive, but I’d never thought of myself as a lesbian.

When the check came, Anni had written, “Thank you!” with her phone number underneath. Freddy shoved it in my purse.

We parted with Andrew and Tammy in front of the restaurant and walked to Freddy’s car. He and I had been roommates for two years and it was great. We were both neat freaks with a touch of OCD, never fought over the same guy and loved eating Ben and Jerry’s Phish Food while watching Disney movies on Netflix.

“You’ll thank me later,” he said without preamble when we got in the car.

“What?”

“Anni’s number.” He turned to face me. “Call her. She was into you. I know these things. And you do deserve it.”

I nodded. He was right. Freddy often was. I’d been with Jeremy for eight months before things went south. Then, I’d stayed with him for another miserable three before finally calling it quits. Honestly, he was so addicted to video games that I don’t know if he registered my absence. Well, probably only when he got hungry and had to leave the virtual world to fix himself a sandwich.

When we got home, we bursa sınırsız escort said goodnight and went to our rooms. I washed my face and changed into sweats and a tank top. Sitting on my bed, I held my phone in one hand and the receipt in the other. I debated with myself for ten minutes before I dialed.

She picked up on the third ring. “Hello?”

“Hi, it’s Cassie, from tonight.”

“Table seven, pasta primavera.” She laughed, a deep, smokey and seductive sound. “How are you?”

“I’m good, thanks. Is this an okay time for you?”

“Yeah, I just got home.”?

“How are you?” I settled back against my pillows and stretched my legs out.

“Better now that you called.”

I smiled and felt a pull low in my stomach. We stayed up past midnight taking and made plans to get coffee the next morning.

I couldn’t find anything to wear. I had half of the contents of my closet on my bed and the other half scattered across my floor when Freddy knocked at nine. “What happened?”

“I’m having coffee with Anni in thirty minutes and I don’t know what to wear. Guys don’t care as long as they can see a little boob,” I whined.

Freddy walked over and took my by the shoulders. “You’re over-thinking again. Wear what you feel comfortable in. It’s just coffee.” He smiled. “Lesbian coffee, yes, but coffee nevertheless.”

I hit him on the arm and smiled. “Not helping, Fred.”

He fished out a pair of dark skinny jeans and a green sweater. “Wear your black sandals and curl your hair a bit.” He kissed my cheek. “Have fun. Tell me everything later.”

At nine-twenty, I walked into the coffee shop a block away from Anni’s restaurant and saw her sitting at a table by the window. She smiled and stood as I approached.

“What do you want?”

“Oh, um, I can get it.”

She shook her head. “No, I asked you out. So tell me what you want or I’ll get you the craziest drink on the menu.”

I laughed. “Okay, grande vanilla latte.”

She nodded. “Be right back.”

Over two rounds of coffee and a split blueberry scone, we talked about everything. I learned that she was an only child; I have an older sister. She was raised on the East coast but had moved to the West when her parents divorced ten years ago to live with her mom and swore she was never living through another East coast winter. I was born and raised in the Bay Area but loved to travel. She’d dated boys in high school and came out during her freshman year at a public university an hour south of here. I’d had three serious boyfriends but didn’t think I’d ever get married.

We went to a bistro down the street and had lunch. The more we talked, the more I feel for her. Everything from the way she moved her fingers while she talked to the impressions she did of people as she spoke of them pulled me in. She was light, funny and beautiful. I found out her eyes were natural, not contacts though she did dye the ends of her hair. I had forgotten what it felt like to go out with someone and talk for hours. There were no lulls, no pauses or silences during the four hours we spent together that day.

Her shift started at three. I couldn’t believe my disappointment as she walked me to my car.

“When are you free next?” she asked. “Maybe we could get dinner and a drink?”

“Yeah, that sounds great. How does Monday work for you?”

“Perfect,” she smiled. “We’ll go to that new steak place downtown.” Before I knew what she was doing, she leaned over and kissed my cheek. “Say seven?”

I nodded. “Yep. See you then.”

Monday was only day after bursa üniversiteli escort that, but time stretched out into what felt like months. I could barely concentrate on simple tasks. I almost broke two glasses washing the dishes and stained a load of whites an okay shade of pink. Freddy looked at me with pity as I walked by with my laundry basket.

Finally, Monday night arrived.

She picked me up at seven on the dot and looked amazing in a deep purple top that brought out her green eyes, black pants and a gray leather jacket. I was glad I’d dressed up a bit in dark wash skinny jeans, a floaty blouse and heeled boots. She shamelessly looked me up and down. I blushed when she said, “Damn but do you look good.”

The steakhouse was new and owned by the same couple who owned the restaurant Anni worked at. We got the best table in the house, a complimentary bottle of Chianti and more than a few glances from other diners. I kept fidgeting with my napkin. It was weird, being out with a woman. I felt like people couldn’t tell if we were friends or more, but they were going to stare until they figured it out.

“Relax, Cassie,” Anni said after our salads were served. “You look like you’re breaking the law instead of having dinner.”

I felt horrible, not because she’d said it harshly, but because she was right. “I’m sorry. This is lovely. I’m just not used to…”

“Being stared at? Because I’d think you would be by now.”

“Why?”

She laughed. “You’re stunning.” I snorted but her face remained serious. “You think I’m joking? Cass, you’re beautiful. I’m sure people stare all the time.”

“Um, thank you.”

She smiled. “Just relax.”

I nodded. “I’m not used to being out on a date.”

“You think this is a date?” My stomach dropped until she winked. “Gotcha. Why aren’t you used to dating? Haven’t done it in a while?”

“Yeah, partly. I mean, I’ve been on a few blind dates since I broke up with Jeremy, but something was missing. That spark, you know?”

She looked at me and said, “Oh I know.” She sipped her wine. Every time her lips, stained by her lipstick and the wine, wrapped around the rim of her wineglass, I got a little wet.

We finished dinner and she asked as she paid the check, “Would you like to come back to my place for that drink? I’m just a few blocks away in the square.” I nodded. I couldn’t imagine what we would do once we got to her apartment but I couldn’t wait to find out.

“Wow, this place is amazing,” I said as she took my jacket. Her apartment had twelve foot ceilings large windows that looked onto the town square below, exposed beams and a fireplace.

“Thanks. It works for now,” she said. She walked around the counter, opened the fridge, pulled a bottle out and asked, “Chardonnay okay?”

I nodded and she took two glasses out of the cabinet. She poured without spilling a drop and handed me one. I sipped and was surprised at its smooth, crisp taste. “Wow, this is really good.”

She smiled. “Thanks, I got it from the restaurant. Want to sit on the couch?”

We sat and talked for a bit. I felt the wine going to my head. It was that buzz you get while the alcohol takes the edge off yet you’re still in control. I could smell her perfume. it was musky, heady and more intoxicating than the wine. At one point, she leaned over to put her glass on the coffee table and her hair fell off her shoulder, exposing her white neck. My pussy clenched imagining licking the tender spot where her neck met her shoulder.

She bursa anal yapan escort sat back, propped her head on her hand and looked at me. “I want to kiss you so much right now,” she said. There was no push behind her words, no force, just desire and fact.

I set my glass next to hers and said, “Okay.”

She leaned close so that our noses almost touched, held my head between her hands and pressed her lips against mine. They were the softest lips I have ever been kissed by and tasted of the Chardonnay. I reached up and pulled her closer. She responded by nipping my bottom lip. I opened my mouth and allowed her tongue to invade. I shifted so that I was straddling her without breaking contact. My hips rocked back and forth. The friction between our pants and her finger pinching a nipple made my pussy wet.

“You want it?” she asked.

I moaned, “Yes.”

She laughed softly, leaned down and sucked my nipple through my shirt. Her eyes were open and locked onto mine. It was the most erotic thing and I bit my lip as she sucked harder. It pulled from my tit to my pussy and I rocked harder on top of her. The pain was exquisite. Her cool fingers lifted the hem of my shirt and lazily made their way up to my bra. I pulled my shirt off, not caring that anyone below in the square would see everything. Let them watch, I thought recklessly as she sucked my other nipple through my bra while kneading my other tit wet from her saliva. When I almost couldn’t stand it anymore, she unhooked my bra and I finally felt her hot mouth take my nipple in. She pulled, sucked, nipped and flicked my nipple with her tongue. When she used just the tip, I exploded, soaking my panties.

After a few seconds, she began clawing at my pants and I tugged her shirt off. Soon we were both just wearing our underwear.

She slid out from under me and said, “Lie back.” She knelt on the rug and spread my knees. There was a wet spot on my panties that she kissed before pulling my clit into her mouth. I arched my back and clawed at the couch. Every time she tugged, my climax built inside me. I propped my feet on the coffee table to let her eat my entire pussy.

“You’re so wet,” she whispered against my pussy lips as she pulled my underwear off. Her tongue licked the length of my slit. I moaned and closed my eyes. I felt her stick a finger inside me while her mouth worked my clit in circles. My orgasm rolled through my entire body and I saw stars.

It took a minute for my body to stop shuddering. I leaned down and kissed her, tasting myself on her lips.

“Now you,” I said. She nodded and sat on the couch. I leaned down and sucked the hard bud of her nipple. Her breasts were full, bigger than my C cups, and I loved the feel as I held them in my hands. I lowered my hand to her underwear, easily found her swollen clit and flicked it.

“God,” she moaned. “Yes Cass, more.”

I flicked her nipple with my tongue and rubbed her clit faster. I could tell she was getting closer, I so said, “I want to taste you.”

She smiled. “I’ve wanted you to say that since I met you.”

I kissed her breasts, her chest and stomach and the top of her underwear, loving as how I got lower, her breathing intensified. With one tug, I had her underwear in my hands.

“Smell them,” she said. I looked her in the eyes, brought the thong to my nose and inhaled her musty pussy scent. She moaned. Her pussy was shaved and I could see the lips shining. I wrapped my mouth around her clit, sucked the nub into my mouth as I reached up and played with her nipples. She pushed her pussy into my face and I stuck a finger into her hole. I pulled, sucked and fucked her until I felt her pussy walls contract around my finger as juices leaked out.

She pulled me into her lap and kissed me. “God, that was amazing. You eat pussy like a natural. I can only imagine what you’ll do with a strap on.”

My stomach clenched. The night was only beginning.

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My name is Susan. I’m a happily married 50 year old mother of 3 grown children, and this is a true story of my recent and first experience with another woman.

I work for a small company with about a hundred employees spread across the country, and every December they fly us all to our corporate offices in California for an annual staff meeting and Christmas party. Although a long trip for me, I’ve grown to look forward to this long weekend and the opportunity to spend time with my co-workers. Now that our 3 children are grown and out of the house, it’s easier for me to schedule this time away from home and my husband of 30 years. The most exciting thing happened to me during my trip this year.

After our first day of meetings concluded, we changed for dinner and our Christmas party. Although dinner is always nice, the after dinner celebration is always a little disappointing and usually consists of us all just mingling and talking with some piped-in music in the background as the company owners are fairly old and past their partying prime. Most of the employees are 40-55 with families back home, and even though we’re no longer in our 20’s, we’re not dead and we’d still like to enjoy some music and dancing.

Things wound down about 9:00, too early to turn in, so a small group of us left the restaurant on foot in hopes of finding some decent dancing music in one of the nearby bars. Some locals pointed us to an upscale bar with a couple small dance floors that usually has good music on weekends. When we arrived we noticed the bar was nicely appointed with dim lighting and good dance music, and although pretty packed, we managed to find a couple of tables in the back. I noticed that most of the patrons were the same age range as us, and most were women, similar to our small group of mainly women with just a couple of guys.

The dance floor was packed and it looked like most were dancing in groups rather than couples dancing, and as there were many more women in the room than men, most of the dancers were women, which was fine with me as I’ve found women usually like to dance more than men anyway. After settling in, we all joined the party on the dance floor, and soon we were all just dancing together. In between songs we struck up conversations with some of the other women that were dancing and found that many of them also worked together and were out after a company dinner same as we were. We seemed to bond with these other partiers as we talked about work, being away from home, and just having a good time.

It seemed we were all 40’s to mid 50’s with spouses and mostly fully grown children, but one difference was that our group was mostly Caucasian and they were mostly African American. We continued to drink, dance, and visit, and after about an hour we were all like one big happy group of friends. The dance floors weren’t big, so when we all danced there was little room to move, causing us to make frequent body contact with other dancers. We were all bumping, swinging each other, and occasionally grinding to the music, and I was enjoying the slight friendly physical contact of these other women.

One of the ladies I had just met, Marsha, danced next to me for a few songs and we began to talk and get to know each other. We kind of hit it off as she was also married with 3 grown children. Marsha was a striking lady with rich deep chocolate skin, a full head of thick black hair that hung in ringlets around her exotic face and dark brown eyes. She had high cheekbones, large almond shaped eyes, and with her thick hair I imagined she had some Asian ancestry, although she was as dark as the night.

Marsha was lively with a warm engaging outgoing personality, but her most striking physical quality was her somewhat large mouth with thick full lips that spread into the most infectious laugh and smile displaying beautiful straight white teeth. She was actually captivating when she smiled and laughed, and we were enjoying dancing and getting to know each other.

We’d casually bump, grind, or swing each other to the music, and I was enjoying the contact and closeness of my new friend. Marsha also had the freshest scent from just a hint of vanilla from her perfume when I was close to her, layered with a slight muskiness, the combination was mildly intoxicating and I found myself wanting to be close enough to her so I could deeply inhale her fragrance.

When a slow song started, Marsha and I stood there uncertainly on the dance floor, as did most everyone else as most of us were women, until amidst some light laughter, everyone just seemed to pair up and dance together while slowing the pace and talking with each other.

Marsha looked at me and said, “shall we?”

I looked around a little nervously, and noticing others were also dancing, I said “why not,” as we closed the short distance between us.

Her eyes seemed to grow bigger as she approached while looking in my eyes and lightly placing her hands on my hips. bursa escort

Marsha was wearing a short tight skirt showing off her long muscular black legs and well rounded butt, and a low-cut sleeveless top that displayed her bountiful chest with modest cleavage showing. Her arms and shoulders were strong yet still feminine with the outline of her muscles softly visible beneath the smoothest silkiest dark brown skin. I felt a small jolt of electricity as my hands made first contact with her skin when placing them lightly on her bare shoulders as we began gently moving to the music. I couldn’t help but notice the stark contrast of my lightly colored hand on her deep brown skin.

Marsha was a little taller than my 5′ 9″, and she was curvaceous and full bodied with wide hips, a round full butt, and breasts perhaps a little larger than my full chest. We both still showed that we were mature mothers with a little more body than we had in our 20’s, but we were also both in good shape. I have long legs, narrower hips, and a small tight ass that my husband just loves to grip when making love. I wear lots of skin tight workout wear while home and my husband says he loves to watch my long strong legs and tight ass, men! I have light brown hair, blue eyes, and full sensitive breasts that my husband never neglects. Marsha and I must have been quite a contrasting sight dancing together.

Marsha smiled at me, leaned to whisper in my ear, and purred, “mmmm, this could be nice,” as we then closed our bodies and began softly, slowly dancing as I would with my husband.

I had never danced with a woman in this way, but her right leg naturally pressed between my legs and my leg between hers, and our breasts came together as our heads slid next to each other. Her hair lightly brushed my face, and as I took a breath her fragrance flooded my senses, still fresh and crisp but with a stronger hint of muskiness as if I was literally breathing her skin and hair. It seemed as though neither was leading, neither was following, but we were just moving as one.

Whether from the drinks, the closeness to Marsha, or a combination of both, I began to get a little lightheaded, and a warmth began to spread thru me as her fingers on my hips began to softly move to my back and then lightly stroke my upper buttocks while pulling me nearer, gently pressuring my pubic mound with her thigh. My hands on the naked silken dark chocolate skin of her shoulders began to warm. It seemed so natural to lightly stroke her shoulders, and then wrap my arms further around her full body as my hands traced up her back, beneath her hair to her neck, and I began to lightly run the ringlets of her hair thru the fingers of one hand as the fingers of my other hand lightly traced the dark skin of her long graceful neck.

Marsha slowly turned her head to my ear, so close that I could sense her full beautiful mouth but couldn’t quite feel it’s touch, and then whispered, “so nice.”

Her breath on my ear sent shivers radiating from my ear to my toes, and I felt a slight twitch in my pussy. Her mouth was so close to my ear that I could feel the warmth of her lips and my ear so wanted her to take it into her wonderful mouth.

The song ended too soon, and as we slowly and reluctantly separated, both looking into each other’s eyes while still lightly holding each other, we both said, “wow” at the same time, which made us laugh as we held hands to leave the dance floor.

Before getting to our tables, Marsha stopped and flashed me her beautiful smile and said, “hey, come with me,” and before I could respond she began leading me as we held hands to the far end of the bar and around the corner to the adjoining restaurant section that was now closed.

We found a series of small private dining areas now dark and deserted by the wait staff, so we entered one of the private dining areas and stopped by the wall as she turned toward me. “I hope you don’t mind,” she said, “but after that dance, I just didn’t want to be around the others.”

“Me neither,” I said as we stood closely, looking in each other’s eyes.

As my husband and I have aged together, we’ve opened up more sexually to each other. We’ve spoken of our fantasies, watched porn, read sexy stories, and explored a variety of toys. As I suppose with most men, my husband’s biggest turn on is to imagine 2 women together, with me being one of the women. I’ve never experienced another woman, but I have wondered what it would be like, tasting another women with my mouth, licking her clit and parting the lips of her pussy with my tongue. My husband is a great pussy licker and I love him to make me cum with his mouth and fingers, so I’ve wondered what it would be like from his perspective, with me making a woman cum with my mouth and fingers.

My husband tells me that watching women kiss turns him on more than nearly anything, so soft and sensual, and I’ve also wondered what it might be like to kiss the soft lips of bursa escort bayan another woman. We’ve fantasized together when making love about sharing another, sometimes a man and sometimes a woman. Although we’ve never actually included another in our love making, I knew if my husband were here he’d be encouraging me now.

My back was against the wall as my hands found Marsha’s hips and hers went to my shoulders and our bodies closed like magnets, not quite touching as we barely held ourselves apart, as though our auras were joining. Our heads went alongside each other and we traced each other’s faces lightly with our cheeks, noses, and lips, breathing in each other, until we finally could wait no longer and our lips quivered, barely touching. We began to lightly kiss, so amazing, her lips were so different than my husband’s.

Marsha held still as I lightly kissed her large thick upper lip, tracing it with my mouth from one side to the other, very lightly drawing that thick beautiful lip into my thinner, smaller mouth, and letting it travel along her upper mouth. She began to lightly moan as I then moved to her fuller lower lip, again lightly mouthing it as my smaller lips lightly engulfed her heavy yet silky smooth lower lip, moving from one side to the other across her full mouth.

She could be still no longer as her moan increased and I then felt her full mouth start to move into a soft full partially spread lip pucker and then completely engulf my smaller mouth. My mouth was completely held between the soft slightly moist warmth of her larger fuller lips. I was motionless with my lips relaxed and very slightly parted as she began to perform magic on my mouth, lightly sucking my mouth into hers, moving her lips, softly devouring my upper lip, my lower lip, my full mouth, until I responded in turn and our mouths were working together on each other, moving in unison while time froze and all our senses were concentrated on our joined mouths.

We kissed like this for what seemed an eternity, though I’m sure it was just a few minutes, still not using our tongues, but I could wait no longer. Her big full lips tasted so marvelous that I had to discover what treasure and flavors the depths of her mouth held for me. As I drew her upper lip into my mouth, I used the tip of my tongue to lightly trace its soft spongy fullness. Marsha moaned again as I then transitioned to licking her thick upper lip back and forth with the full flat of my tongue.

I then inserted my tongue more fully beneath her upper lip, parting my lips and reaching to tongue her beautiful upper teeth and gums. I knew then that I wanted to taste every corner and depth of her mouth, and this was the beginning. My tongue travelled back and forth across her upper teeth, her gums, and the inside of her upper lip. Our breathing increased as occasional moans escaped from us both.

I needed more. I lightly held her face with my hands and tilted her head as I moved mine opposite and we now hungrily mashed our lips together, our kiss growing in wetness as our mouths parted, allowing Marsha to fully accept my tongue into her sweet fresh tasting mouth. She drew my tongue into her mouth and welcomed it with her own full thick tongue. Our tongues began dancing together in her mouth, rolling around each other. I buried my tongue beneath hers, feeling the smooth underside of her tongue and probing the bottom of her mouth, pumping and massaging her salivary glands as they opened and filled her mouth, then licking the rougher top of her tongue, savoring the textured sensation of her taste buds.

My mouth was now fully buried within hers. Marsha alternated between sucking my tongue as though she was trying to swallow it, to sucking my full mouth between her massive lips. I have never kissed anyone this way, anyone with a mouth like hers. My small mouth fit so fully within her large mouth with its large soft lips, it felt like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I love kissing, and my husband and I love to kiss while making love, while cuming, but this was a very different experience. Kissing another woman was so different. A woman’s lips are much softer, and the sheer naughtiness of it made it far more erotic and sensual than kissing a man.

My tongue had been extended so long that I now had to withdraw it back into my own mouth, and Marsha’s large thick and very long tongue followed like they were connected. I felt the tip of her sweet tongue entering between my lips and then slowly filling my mouth to overflowing. She inserted her tongue as deeply as possible, nearly going down my throat as my lips wrapped around and clung to it. It felt wonderful as she swirled it within my mouth and then began a slow in and out motion, and I began sucking her thick full moist tongue as though it was a small cock.

My husband sucks my tongue in the same way when he’s buried in my pussy. I fuck his mouth with my tongue as he fucks my pussy with his bursa merkez escort cock, and Marsha was now fucking my mouth with her delicious tongue. Our arms encircled each other and our bodies were now mashed together and our hands moved over our bodies. I felt her strong arms pull me tightly to her, her strong hands massaging and gripping my back, and then moving to my ass, gripping a cheek in each hand as my husband does, pulling my lower body into hers as we both began to subconsciously grind our pubic mounds together.

I did the same with her, loving the feel of her strong yet feminine back beneath my searching, moving fingers. We continued our now deep wet open mouth tongue kissing and I too moved my hands to her large glorious ass and began to squeeze and kneed her flesh and glutes with my hands and fingers, never had I felt anything like her ass.

Our bodies were now very visibly moving together with our hands roaming up and down each other’s bodies and our pubic mounds grinding together. At one point we began to slide our breasts from side to side against each other’s chests, our nipples engorging and growing sensitive as we mashed and rubbed our tits together. I would lovingly yet forcefully hold her head in both hands with her hair trailing between my fingers, turn my head slightly to the side with our mouths open fully so I could feed my tongue as far into the depths of her mouth as possible.

Marsha’s much larger mouth and thick lips would completely surround my smaller mouth and thinner lips, drawing my full mouth into her own succulent mouth as I extended my tongue as fully as possible, tasting her wet mouth and wanting to draw her saliva into my own. She would then bury her tongue in my mouth, my lips and tongue tasting and swallowing her thick tongue as far down my throat as possible. The texture of her tongue as it stroked between my lips and over my tongue was so tantalizing. My mouth was wet for her and she lapped my pooling saliva back into her own mouth. I’ve heard of wet kisses, but I’ve never had one like this, I wanted to drink her into me.

Our breathing and moaning had grown until we finally broke our kiss, looked at each other with wide “I want you now” eyes, and I asked her, “can you come to my room?”

“Oh yes,” she answered.

We quickly gathered our things, told our friends it was getting late and we were leaving. It was dark as we left and began the walk to my hotel. Marsha reached to hold my hand and soon we were walking arm-in-arm to my hotel just a couple blocks away.

As we were walking, Marsha asked me, “have you ever done this?”

“No, I haven’t,” I replied, “have you?”

Marsha said, “no, but I want to with you!”

“Me too,” I said as we entered the hotel and headed to my room.

As soon as we entered the room we both instantly grabbed each other and resumed our kissing frenzy. Her amazing mouth travelled to my ear as she consumed it and then wrapped her thick lips around my neck, licking, nibbling, and sucking my entire neck causing me to physically shiver. The electricity of her touch and her rich sensuous vanilla scent that flooded my nostrils combined to inflame my senses.

It was then my turn, I had to, was desperate to taste her skin. I licked the full length of her long jet black neck with my tongue, up and down, tasting her fully, preparing for what was to come, and then I opened my mouth fully to take as much of her dark neck into my mouth as possible and I hungrily licked and sucked at her chocolate skin and neck muscles until she broke away with a squeal.

I then took Marsha’s hand and led my soon to become first female lover to the waiting bed.

Marsha lay on the bed as I straddled her, anxious to feel her body beneath mine. I ran my fingers through her strands, gripping hard and pulling her face to mine, tasting her soft lips, gently probing the inside of her mouth with my tongue. She sucked on it before reciprocating by pulling me close.

I sat up and Marsha took my hands and placed them over her breasts. I had never touched a woman’s breast before, at least not in this manner. I could feel her warm and soft breasts moving under my palms. The now hard nipples almost burned a hole in my hands. I looked at Marsha, my eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights and saw her smoldering eyes gaze back at me.

“Come here,” Marsha whispered and pulled me close until I was leaning over her. “Kiss me.”

As if in slow motion I leaned down until my lips were inches from Marsha’s. I closed my eyes and moved down. “Mmmmm,” I moaned when I felt Marsha’s soft lips under mine. My tongue came out of my mouth.

Marsha moaned as my tongue once again touched her lips. She opened her mouth wide to take it inside, and we were again kissing passionately.

I was aware of my saliva draining from my mouth and into Marsha’s. I felt Marsha swallowing, drinking it down. Then I felt the black woman’s tongue pushing back on my own. I let it in and sucked her tongue hard. Our mouths continued exploring each other’s faces and lips. I couldn’t believe how soft Marsha felt under my lips and fingers and I found my hands wandering over her body. I slowly caressed Marsha’s neck, my fingertips tracing her body down to her breasts.

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V.

The morning stretched out hot and dusty and long, so long. So much longer, it seemed, than any other morning in Mary Weaver’s life. It seemed as though she had been born, been a child, and grown up just so this morning could drag on and on and on. Myra couldn’t find her book; Mina wept over a dampened sketchbook and had to be coaxed to breakfast; Elpseth was sick from the anticipation and had to be dosed with arrowroot. The pension’s top floor had no water and in the kitchen the stove had been left to go out. Breakfast was untoasted bread and gritty jam. Hubert explained to the maid, twice, in his unhelpful formal Greek, that a particular shirt needed a warm iron but not a hot one. Weaver felt like shrieking at them all. Ten o’ clock approached like an injured tortoise. The steamer from the mainland came in, hooting long and loud in the bay and startling the girls into a last frenzy of packing. The cars would come at one. Weaver would have winched the sun to its zenith by hand if she could have. At last, the overnight cases were packed and the girls – with hats, handkerchiefs and assorted accoutrements – waited, fidgeting, in the front room of the pension. They were early. They picked at their lunch. Mr Hubert suggested a short walk, but no; what if the cars should come, early, and they were not there? And then were left?

“It may be better to wait here,” Weaver said, as terrified of the possibility of their being stuck there after all as they were.

“I didn’t get the impression they’d arrive much before one,” Hubert said, slightly awkward, scratching at his hairline. “They’re travelling with children, you know.” They were standing in the hallway; they had met on the stairs, coming down. Weaver, dreadfully aware of time passing, dazed from a half-slept night, slick with sweat at the small of her back, stood in the draft.

“How far is it to – where, Gourniliki?”

“I don’t know, now that you ask.” He signalled the concierge, half-asleep at his desk at the door. “Póso, um, makriá vrísketai i Gournilikí?”

“Ahhh…” The man rubbed his face, waking up. “Dyo óres, í ísos lígo perissótero, kyrie. O drómos eínai trachys.”

“That far?”

The concierge nodded.

“How far?”

“Two hours or more, he says.”

“Well, you said last night, the road.”

“Yes, but still, good heavens.”

“This certainly isn’t Surrey, is it, Mr Hubert.”

“Indeed it is not,” he said, and smiled a little. “We’ll be there well in time for a bathe, I think.”

“And such glorious weather.”

“You truly don’t mind being left here?”

“Not at all. I…I am sure I can amuse myself. I believe there’s a good bookshop somewhere near the harbour. I may go there.”

“Near the harbour?” Hubert touched his chin, thinking. “Ah yes. It’s right on the water. I have heard of it. Odd place for a bookshop, you’d think it’d be horribly damp. The proprietor’s some…an unusual character. I don’t think it can be very reputable.”

“I’m desperate,” Weaver said, a little sharply. “For a book. I’m – I’ve resorted to Myra’s Austens, just for something to read.”

“You aren’t fond of Austen?”

“Well, I’ve read them all a hundred times before – there, I hear a car.”

The girls had heard too: they came clattering out of the front room, a babble of high voices and ribbons. Outside, a small boy and a larger girl jumped from the back of a large open car and called bursa escort to them in excitement.

“I believe we’re off,” Hubert said, taking a deep breath. He beckoned to the concierge and a servant that was standing in the office doorway. “Eseís! Válte tis aposkevés se aftó to aftokínito. Grígora!”

“Steady on,” murmured Weaver, seeing the servant scowl at Hubert’s tone. “I’m sure they’ll wait long enough for you to get the bags in.”

“They might,” retorted Hubert, jamming his hat onto his head, “but will the girls?”

Out in the narrow street, the small boy was bowing to the girls. A teenaged boy, seated beside the driver, noticed Weaver and politely tipped his hat. Hubert went out to greet the well-dressed couple that had alighted from the car behind.

Hurry up and go, Weaver screamed mentally. You’ve miles to go! Miles! Quickly now!

“Mr Chase,” Hubert was saying, “Mrs Chase, my colleague Miss Mary Weaver.”

“How do you do,” said Mrs Chase, extending a long hand with polished nails and a freight of delicate bracelets.

“How do you do,” Weaver said, a little taken aback.

“How do you do,” said Mr Chase, a small and walrus-like man in a suit that somehow seemed to be wearing him, rather than the other way around.

“How do you do.”

“Oh Mum let’s go! Dad!” called the little girl, who looked to be around Myra’s age.

“Yes!” agreed the small boy. “Stop talking and let’s go!”

“Well, you see who wields the whip in our household,” said Mrs Chase, smiling at nobody in particular. “Miss Gardner, gather the children! Chop-chop!” She turned around, clapping her hands. “Places, everyone!”

Mary Weaver caught the eye of a harassed-looking, grey-faced woman holding a toddler in the second car, whom nobody had bothered to introduce, and shared a look of intense fellow-feeling. This would be the other

“Miss Weaver,” said Mr Hubert, executing a small ironic bow as he moved towards his seat in the first car. “Until tomorrow. Wish me luck.”

“Until tomorrow,” she said.

Then she was alone in the street with hours and hours and hours ahead of her with nothing to do and nobody to see.

VI.

She told the desk, in English, which the concierge spoke fluently and with an unmistakable American enunciation, that she would be out for tea and supper, and might be back late. The concierge nodded, politely uninterested, merely asking if she would like a key to the door, since she would be back late. She asked if she might have some water sent up, for a bath. She could. He would send a maid up with it directly. Hot water?

She prepared carefully. Here, her imagination let her down. She had little idea of what to expect, or how to get ready for it. She braced herself, from the habit of years, for disappointment, for an early return and the sort of clanging hollow feeling she had had before when long-expected treats fell short, or changes didn’t bring much difference. But still. In the bath, she washed carefully, bringing out a bar of good soap she’d bought in France. The water was lukewarm, but plentiful. She washed her hair. She fitted a new blade to her safety razor and shaved her armpits and legs. She pared her nails, filed them, cleaned them. Brushed her teeth until her gums tingled. Looked at her face in the dull mirror above the wash-stand and despaired at it.

But all the while a sort of clear, bright excitement escort bursa crystallised in her, sharp at the edges, hard and glassy, so that she carried herself carefully lest she slip and break it. It gleamed inside her, quite at odds with the nervous sweat that sprang in the small of her back and between her breasts, the salt taste on her lips, the slickness gathering between her legs.

Left. Right. Left, then right. The fourth white house, its little lions lined with moss, it’s wide stairs. The iron gate locked, the passage behind it empty but for a black cat that glared at her and sprang away over a wall.

This means nothing, this means nothing, she told herself, unnerved. The street was quiet but for a lazy torrent of Greek from two waiters, desultorily arguing about something in the doorway of a café down the way. The molasses heat of early afternoon. Noise from the docks. She wound her way down Agioy Nicolaos, through the net of smaller streets and dozing boulevards down to the waterfront. Past the teashop, its outside tables empty but for a lone man paging through an old Times, and an ancient woman with lemon tea.

The door of the bookshop was shut. A tin notice hung from an old nail at eye level read Closed / Fermé / K??????.

“Is closed,” said the waiter at the tea-shop across the way, coming out into the street.

“When did it close?” Weaver asked, turning to him, swallowing to keep her voice even.

“Ah…twelve o’ clock.”

“Is it always closed at this time of day?”

“Ah, closed? No. Open. Anoiktó, yes, open.”

“But it’s closed now?”

He nodded with infinite patience. “Yes.” He gestured towards the shop behind him. The man with the newspaper watched idly, his lips moving as though he sang under his breath. The waiter caught her eye. “Perhaps you would like some tea?”

The thought of taking anything in, tea, water, anything, was nauseating. She shook her head, aware that she was being rude, and left them all there. The heat was incredible. It loosened her limbs in their sockets, made her head swim. It had been hot in France, and Spain, and Italy had been hot and had stank, often, but this Greek heat got at her in a way she had never before experienced. The ground seemed to spring and sink under her feet although she walked on cobbles and gravel, dry and firm. She took off her glasses and wiped dry her eyes before putting them back. Without them the world was reduced to a blur of bright light and pale surfaces. She felt her neck beginning to burn below where her hair was put up. Weaver followed her route back through the town, past the strong fountain and the weak one, down a spattered street with pigeon-lofts hanging from the buildings’ high eaves, past shouting men gathered around a leaking water tank. Into Agioy Nicolaos with its bickering waiters and silent church and the gate in the wall standing open now.

VII.

The air thickened to water. Sound faded to a faraway murmur. She swung the gate to behind her. Found the arch in the wall, mounted the step, found the door, knocked with hands with no strength in them. Stood with her palms flat against the wood, waiting. Bare feet approached from inside; the bolts slid. Cabot stood in the dark doorway.

“Miss Weaver,” she said, in a voice for the neighbours. “How nice! Do come in.” She stepped out past Weaver, glanced down the alley to the gate, and stepped back up, bursa escort bayan pulling the door shut and bolting it behind them as she did. She walked down the hall ahead of Weaver, glancing back.

“Did I miss you, earlier?” she asked. “I realised a minute ago I’d locked the gate when I came in earlier. And then remembered, with a shock,” she added.

“I thought you were perhaps at the shock. Shop, I mean.”

“I was there this morning but I suspected you’d be – here, this afternoon. Did your cavalcade get away alright?”

“They’ll be well on their way by now.”

“Unless they came back for something,” Cabot said, and grinned.

Weaver stared at her in horror. “Oh, no, you don’t think –”

“No, don’t.” Cabot shook her head, raised a hand to cut her off. “Forget them. They’re gone. They’re far away and won’t be back for ever so long.”

They stood in a large room at the end of the hall. Immense thick curtains cut off most of the light, making bright blocks of colour over the windows. The room was dim, cool, carried the same scent of starch and wax and, faintly, oudh that the shop carried. A long table stood at the far end; beyond it, a stone-floored kitchen. The floor nearer to was plain wood. Books were everywhere, arrayed on shelves and stacked along the walls, spilling from trunks. The furniture was old, elegant, threadbare. Behind Cabot a flight of narrow stairs vanished upward. Weaver, now that she was here, shuddered.

“Are you alright?” Cabot asked, touching her elbow. The spot burned. She was wearing a pair of loose trousers, an old shirt that hung heavy over her shoulders, open to the midriff so that Weaver saw a strip of bare skin, smooth and olive. Bare feet, bare hands. She thought Cabot must have been reading when she had heard her knock; a book was face-down on the floor beside an armchair, and next to it a pitcher of water and a glass.

“I’m thirsty, I think,” Weaver said, realising it only as she spoke. Cabot went to the pitcher, poured a glass, and brought it to her. The water was sweet, welcome. Cabot watched as she drank the glass empty, then took it from her. Her eyes, on Weaver’s face, were grave. She set the glass aside on a shelf and put her hands on Weaver’s hips.

“Come upstairs,” she said.

“I don’t know.”

“What is it?”

It was Cabot’s voice that did it. She spoke softly, mildly, tenderly, but not gently; Weaver heard no particle of sympathy or pity in it, and that did it. Nobody much, or nobody that she had ever wanted, wanted and not had, had spoken to her like that. Weaver wasn’t often spoken to as an equal, and she’d almost never had someone ask her what the problem was without an expectation that she would sort it out herself. Cabot’s voice was cool, dark, gemlike. It suggested deep water, the middle of the night, certain poisons where you didn’t mind dying.

“It’s that – I’m – I have never done this.”

“Not once?” Cabot said, quiet.

“No, not – not once. I – there haven’t been – many chances.”

“Ah.”

“I’m – I’m sorry, I’m afraid this will be – I don’t know what this will be like.”

Cabot stood silent for a moment, her fingers shifting on the cotton over Weaver’s hips. Weaver watched the pulse tap lightly and evenly in her throat. She saw the curl of hair at Cabot’s ear, the line of down along the tendons at her nape, the beat of her long eyelashes. Under her tan she was freckled along the cheekbones. Her mouth was wide, full, solemn. And that ring of ragtag green around her pupil.

“I think,” Cabot said, and her voice was a cool draft against Weaver’s skin, “that you could come and find out what it will be like.”

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Sandy went over to visit her long time friend Lydia at her home. They’d both sent their husbands out for a guys’ night at their favorite billiards hall, while they had a ladies’ night in. The two women talked, laughed, listened to music, ate and drank wine all night as they caught up on each other’s lives for the first time in a while. Feeling silly, flushed and slightly tipsy, Lydia decided the two women needed even more entertainment. “I know, let’s play truth or dare. I got a set of truth or dare cards as a gag gift, but it might still be fun to check them out.”

Sandy giggled incessantly thinking about two grown women in their early thirties playing truth or dare like they were back in high school or college again. Trying to control her sudden fit of the giggles, Sandy managed to wag her head up and down, agreeing to play. Lydia walked over to a bookshelf and picked up a deck of cards.

She returned to her tan chenille couch and removed the cards from their small yellow cardboard covering. She shuffled the cards then asked her friend “ok, so truth or dare?”

Sandy had finally managed to get her laughter under control, though she still grinned widely. “Ummm… dare!” she finally exclaimed.

“Ok, the dare is…” Lydia began, looking down at the card at the top of the deck, “slither across the floor like you’re a slug.” Both women laughed hysterically as Sandy moved her toned, sleek, athletic 5′ 8″ body down to the floor then slid across it, facing away from Lydia. Sandy’s long cinnamon colored braids splayed over her back and her movements were very graceful. Lydia tried not to notice how round and appealing her friend’s ass suddenly looked as her black dress slowly rose over her luscious bottom the more she moved. Lydia could see Sandy was wearing a black thong, the strap teasingly drawn through her lovely caramel colored ass cheeks. Lydia flushed slightly, wondering where those thoughts had come from. The alcohol must really be getting to her…

After about 30 seconds of this activity, Sandy arose from the floor, pulling her dress back down over her butt as she walked back to the couch. Lydia put the card she’d just read from face down on her lacquered cherry wood coffee table. Both women were still giggling as Sandy seated herself again, then took the deck of cards from her friend. “Truth or dare?” Sandy’s voice questioned, sounding full of amusement.

“Truth,” Lydia said, worrying that she might not be able to manage the balance and coordination to pull off a dare at the moment.

Sandy read from a card saying “describe in detail your sexiest, wildest fantasy.” Both women smiled as more color tinged Lydia’s cheeks.

“Well… let’s see…” Lydia began. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath then continued by saying “I’ve always wanted to have a threesome with me and two guys. Of course now that I’m married, I would never even dream of telling Manuel that, but sometimes when we have sex I imagine what it would be like to suck another guy’s dick while my husband is pumping me hard and fast, aroused by me giving the other man head. I fantasize about what it would be like to get double penetrated too, with one man in my front and the other in my back door.” As Lydia spoke, both women had become entranced in her stimulating description of her ultimate fantasy.

Lydia opened her eyes again and looked over at Sandy, not wanting her gaze to linger too long on her friend’s eyes, she looked away. She was feeling flushed and a little embarrassed following her admission. “Wow, that would be so hot,” Sandy finally said breaking the silence and reassuring her nervous looking friend. Also, bursa escort Sandy couldn’t help but picture the scene Lydia had described in her mind.

Lydia smiled, feeling relieved that her friend hadn’t thought her fantasy was obscenely dirty or too crazy. Then she reached over to take the deck of cards from Sandy. As she was pulling her hand away that held the cards, she accidentally brushed her hand over one of her friend’s pert, lush 36D breasts. Both women outwardly ignored the brief and accidental contact, but inwardly, they both took note of its arousing effect on each of them. Lydia cleared her throat, feeling even more embarrassed. Trying to hide her feelings, she asked quickly “truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Sandy said, her voice sounding a little husky now.

Reading from another card, Lydia said “uh oh, it looks like it’s confession time,” she grinned, glancing over the card’s contents. “What is the naughtiest thing you’ve ever done?”

“Oh… um…” Sandy thought back, gathering her thoughts for a couple of seconds. “Well, David had always had this fantasy. He wanted to watch me have sex with another man. So for his birthday last year, his best friend Ted and I got it on while David watched from a chair across from us. It got me so wet and I came so many times watching my husband jack himself off while I fucked another guy.” The remembrance of these details sent electric shocks throughout Sandy’s body, causing her pussy to tingle.

“Oh my gosh! I can’t believe you did that,” Lydia exclaimed incredulously, but excited. “But afterwards, how was David? How did he act? I mean, did he freak out or what?”

“Actually, no. I think he appreciated that I was so willing to fulfill his fantasy in order to please him sexually. In fact, he was so hot and turned on later that we had sex three or four times a day, every day after that for weeks. We may even do it again.”

“Really?” Lydia asked wide eyed. “I wish I could be that open with Manny about my fantasies. But… I don’t know…” she said hesitantly, feeling unsure of how her husband would react to so much honesty about her secret sexual desires.

“You should try testing him out by whispering your fantasies to him while you’re doing it. See how he responds. If he seems really turned on by whatever you’re suggesting, then talk to him later when he seems like he’ll be most responsive to what you want. Just test the waters and see if he’ll go for it. After all, that’s how David ended making one of his biggest fantasies a reality.”

Lydia smiled, slowly shaking her head from side to side. “Maybe… we’ll see…”

Sandy took the deck of cards, trying to ignore the tingling between her thighs stemming from their arousing conversation. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Lydia proclaimed, feeling both bolder and steadier now.

Sandy chuckled as she read the card silently to herself before reading it aloud. “Moon all the other players.”

Feeling way more uninhibited than usual from her recent alcohol consumption, Lydia stood up and walked directly in front of her friend. She was facing away from Sandy as she unzipped her low rise blue jeans, then she pulled them along with her red hipster panties all the way down to her ankles. Next she bent at the waist and placed her hands on the coffee table in front of her. She widened her stance as much as she could with her pants slightly restricting her movement and began to wiggle her cute, round bubble butt in her friend’s face. From the position in which she was standing, Sandy not only had a spectacular view of her friend’s entire creamy beige colored ass, but also a very escort bursa clear view of her pussy. It also didn’t escape her notice that Lydia’s pubic hair was trimmed very close and her labia were starting to look puffy and engorged. Her slit was starting to moisten slightly too.

After a few more seconds of her exposure, Lydia pulled her pants and panties back up, laughing hysterically as she re-fastened them. As she turned to sit back down on the couch, her face was a bright red. She pushed her long, straight, dark hair out of her face. “I cannot believe I just did that,” she admitted, still laughing.

Sandy shifted, repositioning herself so she could reach over and hand Lydia the deck of cards, smiling and shaking her head as she did. She could feel the wetness more prominently in her own panties as she moved. Lydia took the cards and asked “truth or dare?”

“Dare!” Sandy said eagerly, starting to feel very excited.

“Ok, let’s see…” Lydia said, looking at the truth section of the card. “Oh this is a good one,” she commented before she read, “flash all of the other players.”

With no hesitation, Sandy stood up in front of Lydia, smiling down at her. She pulled her arms out of the sleeves of her black, long sleeved dress, then pulled the top half of her dress down to her waist. She proceeded to quickly unhook her black strapless bra, then pulled it away from her body and tossed it on the couch. Her beautiful 36D caramel colored breasts were released, their medium brown colored nipples already hardened. Lydia found herself having to stifle a gasp. Her friend’s tits were awesome! Lydia had never been physically attracted to another woman and had never had any desire to touch a woman in a sexual way. Yet right now, she found herself wanting to reach up and play with her friend’s breasts. She wanted to nuzzle her face in them and rub then suck on her nipples.

Sandy grabbed both of her breasts in each of her hands and gave them both two light squeezes. She erupted in laughter at her own silliness after she did this. Then she quickly pulled her dress back up to cover her naked breasts and replaced her sleeves on her arms.

Lydia wasn’t sure what was happening to her and why she suddenly felt so flushed, hot and bothered from their little game of truth or dare. Maybe she’d had too much to drink. Her thoughts about Sandy’s breasts were making her feel uncomfortable and slightly embarrassed. As Sandy sat back down on the couch, Lydia rapidly rose, excusing herself to go to the bathroom.

Instead, however, Lydia went to her bedroom and found herself stripping down completely naked as fast as she could. She kicked off her white flip flops, tugged off her jeans and panties, then pulled her white baby t-shirt over her head and unfastened then removed her red bra that matched her panties. She threw herself back into the middle of her made-up, king sized bed. She was on her back lying atop of the pretty sage green bed spread she and Carlos had gotten as a wedding gift. She rubbed her hardening light brown nipples on her luscious creamy beige colored 36C titties with one hand and spread her legs way open. With her other hand, she rubbed her engorged clit. Her hand moved slowly at first, working her clit back and forth, but quickly she built up speed in order to get herself off.

Meanwhile, Sandy was back in the living room. The flush of excitement from how the game of truth or dare was going combined with her alcohol consumption and wearing a long sleeved dress, were all contributing to her feeling very hot suddenly. Thinking that Lydia was in the bathroom, Sandy decided to go to her bursa escort bayan friend’s bedroom to see if she could find a long t-shirt to wear. As she approached the back of the house, she saw that the guest bathroom in the hallway was empty. Maybe Lydia had gone to use the one in her master bedroom. Sandy continued to the large master bedroom suite, but stopped short at the slightly ajar door at the main room’s entrance. She could hear Lydia moaning softly and heard a light, wet sloshing sound.

Unable to control her curiosity, Sandy peeked through the open door to see what her friend was doing. She saw Lydia lying on her back on a large king sized bed with her lovely trimmed pussy splayed, her legs opened wide towards the ajar door. Lydia’s eyes were closed as she masturbated, so she couldn’t see Sandy. Lydia caressed her lovely breasts and sexy, wet pussy. Sandy began rubbing one of her hands inside the top of her dress fondling her own breasts. With her other hand, she reached underneath her dress and pulled her black thong panties to the side. Then she started rubbing her clit with the natural lubricant already produced by her slick, very aroused pussy.

As she continued to watch, she could see and hear that Lydia was coming close to orgasm. Unable to control her urge to watch more closely, Sandy went into the room. The light creek of the door caused Lydia to start and look up to see Sandy walking towards her, watching her masturbate. Lydia was so aroused that she didn’t even stop touching herself. She felt like she couldn’t. She was too close to cumming. Under other circumstances, she would have died of shame and embarrassment at one of her friends walking in on her pleasuring herself. Yet her embarrassment was quickly squelched by the burning look of desire she saw in Sandy’s eyes.

Now hovering at the side of the bed, Sandy asked lustily “you need some help with that?” Lydia slowly wagged her head up and down, never removing her hands from her body. Sandy quickly pulled her dress over her head and tugged her panties free of her body. Then she slid easily onto the satiny comforter covering the bed and crawled over to her friend, before straddling Lydia’s petite, but curvaceous body. With her own legs between Lydia’s, she sat back on her knees supporting the rest of her weight on one of her arms. Then she moved her head down to suck on one of Lydia’s hard nipples, flicking it inside her mouth with her tongue. The whole time, Sandy kept her eyes locked with Lydia’s. As Lydia began moaning, Sandy caressed her body gently, teasingly running her hand over the other woman’s body.

As Lydia continued to massage her own clit, Sandy rubbed her hands over both of her friend’s inner thighs. Then, gently but firmly, she slid her middle finger into the other woman’s dripping pussy. Lydia rubbed her clit faster and Sandy matched her finger’s thrusting to the same quick pace. Lydia had never been with a woman before and suddenly the thought of exploring something so forbidden made her even more excited. Sandy slid in her index finger too, pistoning in and out of Lydia’s cunt as she switched to suck and nip on her other nipple. Within a minute or two, Lydia began to cry out in extreme ecstasy and Sandy stopped moving her fingers. Lydia came hard still rubbing her clit excitedly, her pussy gripping and convulsing on Sandy’s fingers in her orgasmic pleasure.

When Lydia had finished cumming, Sandy removed her fingers then moved her body directly atop Lydia’s and the two women started to kiss. The kiss started as light pecks on the lips and quickly moved to passionate French kissing as the two women explored each other’s mouths with their tongues. Sandy used her still wet fingers to massage each of Lydia’s nipples. As they continued kissing, Sandy rubbed her tits all over Lydia’s slick nipples. This action made both women moan, deepening their kissing.

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Yasmin Sharif knew that Stephanie Claude was trouble the moment she walked into the Little Mogadishu Restaurant on that particular Tuesday evening, sauntering in with a bright smile and confident stride, like she owned the place. The young Haitian Canadian woman had that unique swagger common to those gals from the City of Montreal, Quebec. A style, confidence and sassiness that the gals in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, couldn’t match.

“Keep your eyes on her face and not those dangerous curves,” Yasmin told herself, in a quiet voice, as the beautiful young Haitian Canadian woman drew closer. The gal looked like Hollywood actress and singer Rihanna, only a bit curvier, and with more ass. A whole lot more. Yasmin, who had a definite weakness for younger women, found this walking temptation about as welcome as strawberry cheesecake on a platter…on the first day of one’s diet.

Yasmin Sharif had lived in several African nations, starting with her native Somalia, along with Ethiopia, Yemen and South Africa, prior to moving to Canada in 2000 at the age of twenty one. She definitely could tell the difference between Afro-Caribbean folk and continental Africans. The Rihanna look-alike who walked into Little Mogadishu was definitely from one of the numerous isles of the Caribbean…

Moving to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, after living in places like Johannesburg, Puntland, and Sana’a, hadn’t been easy for Yasmin Sharif. As a tall, dark-skinned and curvy, Hijab-wearing African Muslim woman in a world that worshipped short, skinny white gals, Yasmin learned to draw on her own strength to persevere. She went to the University of Ottawa, earned a business administration degree, got a loan and started her own restaurant, Little Mogadishu.

Along the way, Yasmin Sharif discovered in herself a sexual preference for women, which put her at odds with the cultural norms of the Somali Canadian community and the rest of the Islamic community. Yasmin tried to repress her sexual feelings for women, but couldn’t. In time, she learned to accept herself as a gay black Muslim woman. To the Canadians Yasmin was an oddity. To the Muslims Yasmin was an aberration. Yasmin stopped caring what anyone thought and decided to live life on her own terms. Let the haters hate…

“Hello, gorgeous, is the owner around? I’m here about the kitchen job,” Stephanie Claude asked, smiling frostily while looking Yasmin up and down. On that day, Yasmin was ready to close the restaurant for the evening. Her employees, a delivery guy named Arif, and a kitchen gal named Josephine, had already bursa escort gone home for the evening. As befitting her status as manager and owner of the restaurant, Yasmin stuck around to take care of those things which she could only entrust with herself.

“I’m the owner, and, we’re closing, I’m afraid you’ll have to come tomorrow,” Yasmin said, and she looked at the young Haitian Canadian woman, who looked sexy and scandalous in a black T-shirt featuring well-known Haitian artist Tonton Bicha, blue jeans and black leather boots. In spite of the cold, she wasn’t wearing a jacket. This one must be Canadian by birth, Yasmin remembered thinking.

“Oh snap, good thing I came with a resume then, here you go,” Stephanie said, all but shoving the piece of paper into Yasmin’s hands. Yasmin was initially irritated but found herself charmed by the young Haitian Canadian woman’s sassiness and fearless ways. That’s why she tentatively offered her a job…with conditions. Stephanie eagerly accepted, and since then, six months had passed. Yasmin barely got any rest, or peace, since Stephanie came into her life. And there are many reasons why…

“You are always making a mess around the kitchen, Stephanie, and I honestly think you do it to get punished,” Yasmin Sharif said, smiling and shaking her head. The six-foot-tall, bodacious and chocolate-skinned, dreadlocked and absolutely stunning Somali-born restaurant owner looked at her worker with mock consternation all over her lovely face. It was a stormy Monday morning in late October in the east end of Ottawa, Ontario. Inside the Little Mogadishu restaurant, things were about to get stormier…

“I’m so clumsy, I’m sorry,” Stephanie Claude replied, and the tall, curvy, caramel-skinned and short-haired young Haitian Canadian woman flashed her boss a cocky smile, then leaned against a nearby table. Licking her full lips provocatively, Stephanie looked into Yasmin’s eyes, and then clucked her tongue. They stared at one another, boss to employee, woman to woman. A heavy silence reigned over the tiny restaurant, which would open at noon, as was customary.

“Hmm, what am I going to do with you?” Yasmin asked, even as she stepped closer to Stephanie, stopping right in front of the younger woman. Stephanie shrugged, and sniffed the air, inhaling Yasmin’s unique scent. The other woman smelled of sandalwood perfume, and womanly hotness, and a thousand other things which Stephanie couldn’t get enough of. Stephanie had been taken with Yasmin ever since she walked into the Little Mogadishu restaurant, inquiring escort bursa about prospective employment.

Stephanie had always been drawn to sexy older black women and they didn’t get any hotter than Yasmin Sharif, the tall and big-bottomed, Hijab-wearing MILF originally from Puntland, Somalia. I want to do evil things to that derriere, Stephanie thought to herself when Yasmin gave her a tour of the restaurant, leading her into the small kitchen, the basement, and the other spots. Stephanie barely paid any attention to what Yasmin was saying. She was simply too busy gawking at the Somali MILF’s booty…

“Hmm, I could think of a few things, ma Cherie,” Stephanie replied, and with that, the young Haitian Canadian woman took the Somali MILF’s lovely face in her hands and smiled. This is so haram, Yasmin thought to herself, even as her heart skipped a beat, so enthralled was she by her proximity to the gorgeous, fearless Stephanie. A second-year student in the culinary arts program at Algonquin College, Stephanie Claude carried herself with a confidence that was beyond her twenty years. And Yasmin couldn’t get enough of her…

“Hmm, do tell,” Yasmin replied, and Stephanie grinned, then kissed her. Passionately the two women embraced, not caring where they were. Yasmin slid her tongue down Stephanie’s throat, and she felt the younger woman caress her body, starting with her breasts. Yasmin felt tickles of pleasure coursing throughout her body as Stephanie’s eager hands explored her even as they continued with the kissing. When Stephanie’s hands grabbed her thick derriere and squeezed it, Yasmin almost jumped…

“I love this thick Somali ass of yours, been wanting to squeeze it all day today, that’s what you get for wearing yoga pants around me,” Stephanie said, as Yasmin looked at her, smiling and shaking her head. Licking her lips, Yasmin went on the offensive and this time, she grabbed Stephanie and pressed her against the kitchen counter. Yanking down the younger woman’s booty shorts, which Stephanie insisted on wearing in the kitchen due to the heat, Yasmin grinned upon remarking that she wasn’t wearing any panties.

“Hmm, no undies again? Stephanie, I really must punish you,” Yasmin said, and a grinning Stephanie turned around and bent over, exposing her thick caramel booty. Yasmin smiled and grabbed Stephanie’s long dark hair and yanked her head back with one hand, then smacked her big round ass with the other. Stephanie gasped as Yasmin began fingering her pussy from behind.

“Hmm, go harder, babe,” Stephanie whispered, and Yasmin bursa escort bayan was happy to oblige. Grabbing Stephanie by the throat, Yasmin thrust two fingers into her wet, hairy pussy, then added a third. Stephanie arched her back and bent low, pressing her big ass against Yasmin. The Somali MILF grinned, loving the way Stephanie’s big ass swayed from side to side. There was nothing Yasmin loved more than a sensuous cutie with a big bum, and Stephanie’s was in a class by herself…

“I’m going to punish this ass,” Yasmin said, and with that, she grabbed Stephanie and kissed her once more, and then the two of them finished undressing each other. Stephanie feasted her eyes on Yasmin’s voluptuous, curvy and gorgeously dark-skinned body. Yasmin turned around, and Stephanie’s heart skipped a beat when Yasmin twerked that ass for her. Tentatively Stephanie caressed Yasmin’s big ass, then playfully slapped it.

“Hmm, maybe I’ll punish yours instead,” Stephanie said, laughing, and Yasmin shook her head and tried to grab her. Stephanie batted her lover’s eager hands away, and the two of them tumbled on the floor and playfully wrestled. At six-foot and a hundred and eighty pounds, Yasmin was a bodacious and strong woman, but the shorter, smaller and no less curvy Stephanie was as slippery as it gets. That’s how Yasmin found herself pinned, with a triumphant Stephanie on top of her…

“Hello sexy,” Yasmin said, and Stephanie kissed her. Just like that, the two women began making love. Yasmin moaned softly as Stephanie kissed her lips, and then her breasts. Stephanie’s sleek, knowing hands slipped between Yasmin’s thighs, and she began fingering her lover. Yasmin licked her lips and closed her eyes, even as Stephanie sucked on her breasts while fingering her. At long last, the boss lady let go of the reins and allowed herself to be pleasured…

“Just relax, sweetness,” Stephanie whispered into Yasmin’s ear, and she thrust three fingers into Yasmin’s pussy, causing her to squeal. Laughing, Stephanie grazed the areolas of Yasmin’s breasts with her teeth and continued to finger her. Stephanie licked a path from Yasmin’s tits to her groin area, then buried her face between her thighs. Yasmin held her breath as Stephanie’s tongue slid into her pussy. The younger woman pleasured her sexy and very voluptuous lover, not letting up until Yasmin cried out, orgasmic.

“Hmm, that was fun,” Yasmin said, sighing happily as Stephanie stretched luxuriously on top of her. The two women lay on the floor, wrapped in each other’s arms. For a long time they lay there, enjoying each other’s company. Smiling, they finally got up after a while, and put their clothes back on. Yasmin Sharif and Stephanie Claude were the picture of professionalism as Little Mogadishu welcomed its first clients that morning at eleven a.m.

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(This story is not for minors or anyone offended by descriptions of sexual exploration between adventurous women. Feedback always welcome — I love to hear from readers, esp. dommes! This is a continuation of Lesbian Labor Day Rapture)

I lay quietly on the bed and my breathing grew regular again and I was conscious of an incredibly warm glow all over the back of my body. Heather must have given me three dozen blows, but to tell the truth I lost count. I remember that sometimes the lashes would come quickly in a volley, furiously from one buttock to the other, and then that she would tantalizingly trail the tendrils along my spine before coming down with a fiercely harsh stroke that made me quiver and scream into my gag uncontrollably.

As I write this I want to assure readers that I am NOT ‘in the lifestyle’: this was my first and only taste of hard submission. But it’s still so fresh in my mind and I’m tempted to of risk something like this again, and I suppose that if either Heather or Gwen called me I would leap at the opportunity. But frankly I’ve been afraid to return to Loveladies, afraid to stoke my desires beyond what’s healthy, afraid of really going over the edge. And yet…. I just hope you readers understand that I am not advocating doing any of the things I did.

Anyway, I lay face down on the soft bed in a delicious sort of stupor, waiting. I was still stretched taut and my nipples were being pinched under my leather bra by the plastic clamps every time I moved and my pussy was seeping and yearning to be filled. At least 30 minutes passed and I was growing tremendously frustrated. I had visions of prostrating myself to Heather, of gently licking along her thighs and pulling apart the sides of her crotchless thong to tease her lovely cunt in gratitude. Where was she? Why was she denying me the pleasure of serving her more fully? She was at least 10 years younger than I and the idea of her youth turned me on even more. But then again, everything that weekend did!

I was aware of the flickering candlelight and it soothed me as I wondered what more would be in store for me, wondered about Gwen – where was she?

Eventually the door opened and I heard Gwen’s sultry voice. She approached as I held my breath and kept my eyes shut fearing to displease her.

“Let’s see how well you’ve warmed up the little slut for me,” she remarked to Heather.

Gwen sat on the bed and stroked my hair and I opened my eyes.

“Mmmmm,” she went on, “my little Susie’s nice and red,” and she ran her fingers along my back.

“Thank you, Heather.” I could hear the two of them kiss as their lips met above and across my body, a long lingering wet kiss.

“You ought to be very grateful to my pet, slut,” she said to me. “Are you?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I whispered.

Her firm hand lifted my head back and upwards.

“Louder, please,” she commanded.

“Yes, Mistress!”

“Now, let’s get real,” she said ominously. “Heather, darling, stand her up for me.”

Heather swiftly removed the scarves from the bedposts and yanked me up by my beautiful red hair. She left the scarves attached to my wrists and ankles, however.

When I rose and caught sight of Gwen I gasped: she looked absolutely stunning in a fierce magnificent sort of way. Her dark hair was pulled away from her face and hung in a long braid. She wore a sort of elegant leather “bra” that exposed her luscious full breasts and their large dark nipples completely. She also wore the same kind of crotchless leather thong that Heather wore, so I could see her pink lovely bursa escort pussy lips peeping through. Stiletto-heeled black boots that rose just over her ankles completed this awesome vision. I trembled with anticipation as she stood behind me.

Gwen ran her hands along my flanks and I sighed, and then before I knew it she had deftly removed the nipple clamps from under my leather bra. As the blood rushed into my nipples I caught my breath and leaned forward from the sudden pain, but Gwen quickly held my head back. She kissed the nape of my neck and licked my ear so delicately and slowly I thought I would melt. I wanted to turn and kiss her, I wanted to drop to my knees and beg for her to use me as she saw fit, I wanted to lick her boots – I would do anything to please her, this utter stranger…..What had happened to me?

She folded my arms behind my back so that my hands were as close to my elbows as possible. This made my breasts jut out as my shoulders were pulled towards my spine. She fastened my hands and forearms very tightly with the trailing scarves and turned me over to Heather.

“Heather, dear, please give our slut the tour.”

Heather guided me – by the hair, as usual – over to a set of louvered doors along the far wall opposite the bed. She opened them and I stepped back in surprise: arranged on the shelf inside the closet were a variety of implements – instruments of torture. I hesitated, fear surging into my breast as my eyes played on the crops, paddles, whips, cuffs, clamps, dildoes… I didn’t know real people actually had such things.

Heather’s grip on my hair tightened as she lowered my head towards a particular flogger, black and with very long spaghetti-like strands knotted on their ends.

“Pick it up, slut, now! And get on your knees!” commanded Gwen. I opened my mouth and took the handle of the whip in my tender mouth, clasping it with my teeth, and swiftly knelt.

“Take that fucking useless bra off her too!” said Gwen. Heather complied and tossed it across the room.

“Now, slut, I want you to crawl over to me, quickly.” Gwen was standing in front of one of the small sofas, not far from the windows. I knelt before her looking up at her magnificent strong sexy legs and lovely beckoning breasts.

“On your back – hurry!” she urged. I let myself down to my side, awkwardly since my hands were bound behind me, but the whip fell from my mouth.

“Pick it up, slut, and try again,” she continued impatiently. I bent over and took it into my mouth once more and slowly rolled on my side and then onto my back. I was now staring up at Gwen’s pussy as she stood over me, legs apart, back to the sofa.

The way my hands were tied and positioned behind me caused my back to arch naturally upwards. Heather began to wind the scarves around my ankles – very tightly, as was her wont. She pushed my bound feet as close to my ass as possible, roughly, and then with another scarf she linked my bound arms to my bound ankles and pulled tight, as tight as she could, before knotting it securely. The effect was that my heels nearly reached my buttocks. I cried out as she grasped my ankles and slid me over the carpet a bit further towards her.

Then Heather leapt up like a cat and returned with a set of long cords. She wound the cords around the crooks of my knees and anchored the other ends to the feet of the sofa behind me. This made it impossible for me to pull my legs together. I was splayed open and now she unbuckled my leather thong so that my newly shaven smooth pussy was completely exposed and vulnerable. The thong escort bursa itself was wet from my excitement.

Heather prevented me from squirming backwards to slacken the cords by maintaining her hold on my ankles.

Even though I was truly afraid, I couldn’t help but appreciate the artistry of my tormentors. With a few scarves and cords they had lain me open like an immobilized prey. They went about their motions deliberately, without rushing, and this gave rise to a mixture of increased fear and anticipatory excitement.

Gwen removed the whip from my drooling mouth.

“Are you afraid, slut?” she inquired.

“A little, Mistress,” I lied – in fact, I was afraid a lot.

“Just a little?” Gwen lashed the inside of my unprotected right thigh and I yelped, “Oh my god, oh my god, it hurts, oh my, it hurts!”

“Just a little?” she asked again, before stroking my left thigh fiercely.

I screamed and tried to squirm but Heather held me in place.

“Please, Mistress,” I said, panting.

“Please what?”

“Please, Mistres…. It hurts…..” said I, wincing still.

“Isn’t that what you’re here for? Isn’t that what turns you on, slut? Isn’t that why you walked into my bar, bitch?” said Gwen coldly and softly.

I gave in and nodded.

“You’re here to please me, aren’t you?”

I nodded again.

“To do anything I ask, correct? Isn’t that what you agreed to?” she continued.

“Yes, Mistress.”

The artful whip came down across my exposed and tender cunt. I moaned as the pain climaxed, and then a warm new glow spread from my loins to my neck.

Then Gwen went to work in earnest.

She brought the whip across my breasts, my stomach, my thighs, my pussy, relentlessly. I screamed and squealed and quivered and winced. Heather spat on my cunt and the whip seared it and it was all becoming too too much and I thought I would literally faint — but then it all suddenly stopped.

I was heaving and sweating, tremendously relieved but still somehow wanting to please, wanting more, wanting to give more. I fought back tears, but I didn’t want my Mistresses them to stop punishing me like the fucking deserving submissive girly whore that I was.

Gwen returned to her post alongside me with two lit candles. I knew what was coming and my resolve to bear more torture melted away.

“Please, Mistress … don’t, I can’t take it,” I begged.

Gwen knelt beside me and kissed my lips.

“Do you know what a ‘safe’ word is?” she whispered.

I shook my head. “Well,” she continued, ” it’s a word a slave like you can use to keep things from getting too rough….. But there’s one little problem.”

My heart sank.

“You don’t have one.”

The next thing I knew a stream of hot wax seared my left breast. It was nearly unbearable – my body arched upwards and twisted and a scream escaped my lips — but I found I could take it, I discovered that I had the ability to withstand it and then more: to be excited by it. I confess: it was turning me on. I wanted more. And more I got.

Gwen took her time and brought the candles closer to my flesh thereby increasing the intensity of the heat and pain, and she left trails of wax all over my breasts, my nipples, my stomach, my splayed thighs. She did this all slowly and deliberately, maximizing my fear and the shock and electric lust. I was crying out and shaking and panting in lust and in fear.

“Do you want me to stop, Susie,” she asked.

I shook my head. No, I wanted to please Mistress, to please myself in pleasing her. I bursa escort bayan caught my breath and licked my lips, determined to bear all she would offer.

The searing wax splashed across my pink labia. I pursed my lips in an “O” but didn’t let out a sound. My cunt gushed. She covered my pussy with molten wax as I writhed and flinched. Heather held my legs firmly and the cords from the sofa kept them from instinctively moving inward for protection.

Gwen then kissed me, long and deep.

“Are you my good little slut?” she cooed.

I was sweating and breathing rapidly.

“Yes, Mistress,” I managed to mutter, “I love what you do to me, Mistress, I love how you make me feel, I’ll do whatever you wish, I’m your slut, your total fucking slut.” I was babbling deliriously and gulping for air.

“And do you know what your Mistress would like from you right now?” she asked seductively.

“No, Mistress, please tell me.”

“Your Mistress would like to see you cleaned up.” She paused. “Heather, would you mind?” she continued, handing her the flogger.

“Not at all,” Heather replied, smiling mischievously. Knowing how well I had pleased Gwen made me believe that Heather was becoming jealous.

She rose to her feet and had me kiss the handle of the whip before she commenced. I didn’t have the strength to protest. I didn’t have the desire either. Strangely enough I had grown so crazed with desire I yearned for more pain from either beautiful young sadistic bitches.

Heather was cruel and merciless as she scattered the dried wax with her blows. From time to time she cast a glance at Gwen who caressed the arches of my feet with her fingers as she held me.

I had entered a new world, a world where the distinction between pain and pleasure became meaningless, where only intensity, gratitude and excitement mattered. With every vengeful blow of Heather’s whip across my breasts or thighs or pussy I knew I was giving Gwen pleasure. I knew I was becoming special. I moaned and writhed in ecstasy.

“Harder, Mistress!” I shouted. “More, more! Punish me, you bitch!”

Heather deviously complied, directing a series of sharp relentless blows across my cunt.

“You fucking slut!” she shouted, whipping me. “Take that, you bitch!”

“Fuck yes, harder, fucking whip me you fucking bitch!” I was in a frenzy and in a flash I found myself cumming, screaming wildly with release.

Heather lost no time in slapping my mouth viciously, admonishing me: “Keep quiet, bitch, what do you think you’re doing?” I was still in spasms from my orgasm as she disciplined me.

“Oh dear,” frowned Gwen as she tested my cunt with her finger, coating it with my cum and inserting it into her mouth, “Heather made you cum without my permission….” She hesitated, and cast a disapproving glance at Heather. “What a pity. She should know better than that.”

Gwen glowered at Heather and forced her to her knees as she attached a leash to her collar and roughly cuffed her hands behind her back. Heather seemed dazed as she was led to the door. The leash was wound around the doorknob to anchor the supplicant.

“Now you can watch, bitch,” said Gwen to her pet.

Gwen then turned and released me from my bonds and led me gently to the bed where she cradled me and covered my burning body with kisses, so tenderly. I ravished her breasts and ferociously licked her aromatic cunt until she came thunderously over my face, crying and screaming as she pressed her pussy against my lips in a maelstrom of ecstasy. I glanced at Heather who was turning bright red as she watched enviously.

Eventually she rose and led her downcast pet away and out of the room before returning to me, her slut, her bitch, her new-found cunt. I gratefully shared this magnificent creature’s bed for the entire night.

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