At that moment, Henri came back into the dining room to check on them, and he turned her head back and forth to look at each of them, befuddled as to why they would be standing.
“Is there something the matter with the food?” he asked.
“No, no,” said Bette. “Langston just wanted to see a few pieces of art that I’ve just acquired. Do you mind putting our plates in the oven for a few minutes while we run up to look at them?”
“Absolutely,” said Henri, quickly moving to grab the plates.
“This way,” Bette said to Langston, keeping a smile painted on her face. Langston didn’t know what to do for a moment, feeling stuck between following Bette or grabbing her coat and running outside. As Bette walked out of the living room, something inside of her pulled her towards the former.
Just as they had done at the bar, Langston followed Bette up the steps to the third floor of the home saying nothing. Bette pushed open the first door on that floor, leading them into a spacious bedroom with large cathedral-style windows that overlooked the street below. At the center was a California king bed, and Langston barely had time to take in her surroundings before Bette had her arms around her and started to kiss her.
Langston was surprised, but started to kiss her back. When they pulled away, the other thing she could utter was, “And here I thought that you were unhappy with me.”
“I was for a second there,” said Bette softly. She kissed her again, this time with hands on both sides of her face. Langston raised her hands to let them slip around Bette’s waist and trail down to her thighs. They started to walk backward, and kept going until the back of Langston’s legs hit the bed. They pulled away from the kiss and Langston fell back onto the bed. Bette came on top of her quickly, her dress slipping to the side as Langston began to caress her soft, silky legs.
As they continued to kiss, Langston pushed the dress even further to the side until her hands came to her perfectly firm ass. Bette’s lips were wandering down Langston’s neck, and her hands were running under her shirt. They fondled each other in that way as they kissed, until Bette pulled off Langston’s shirt.
Langston had neglected to wear a bra, and Bette immediately devoured her naked breasts with her lips and her hands. With one hand she traced the outline of their roundness gently with her fingertips, and then her fingers were replaced by her soft, warm tongue. She sucked on the nipple lightly, her tongue flicking against the small, erect bud.
Langston felt like an ice-cube that had been left to melt on a hot sidewalk. She was consumed by lust, and the pulsating between her legs only picked up the pace. Her breath quickened, and she moaned as Bette started to pull and pinch at her nipples, moving her mouth back and forth between them.
They were on a mission to get each other naked. Bette got to work unzipping Langston’s pants while Langston in turn undid the sash that held together Bette’s dress. Langston pushed down the sides of the dress, and the silky fabric slipped away, leaving Bette to be the first one down to her underwear. She looked like a goddess. Her underwear was bright red, matching the color of her lips perfectly.
Langston started to kiss her again and playfully got her to lay back onto her back. She spread her legs, and started to kiss up one thigh, ending just a few inches away from her slit. She repeated the same thing on her other leg, giving her small, biting kisses up her inner thigh. Bette moaned with a smile, her legs spread wide and eager for her touch.
Langston brought her hand up and used a finger to trace the outline of Bette’s lips through her lacy underwear, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her. Langston felt a pool of wetness growing there and found her clit getting larger. She circled it slowly as she kept licking and kissing her thighs.
“Fuck, I can’t take it anymore,” said Bette. Smelling perfume and a scent that was all Bette, Langston inhaled deeply. Her mouth watered.
Langston laughed into her skin and continued to kiss her. “Can’t take what?” she muttered.
“I want you,” said Bette, voice low. “I want to fuck you.”
Langston glanced up from her position in between Bette’s legs. Bette was reaching her hand towards the bedside table that was sitting nearby and she pulled open the second drawer. Inside there were three dildos, and Langston propped her head up to see them better. Two of them were fairly tame—the pastel colored ones that were an elongated eggplant shape. The last one caught Bette’s attention. It was a light purple color and it had attached straps.
Langston crawled over Bette and picked it up by the straps. It was made of silicone, it was very large, Langston realized that the straps around it made a harness.
“That one’s new,” said Bette, smiling coyly.
“Who’s it for?” asked Langston, genuinely confused.
“For me,” said Bette. “I owe you, don’t I?”
“You do,” said Langston.
“I should warn you though,” said Bette. “I’m not going to go easy on you. As you’ve probably been able to figure out, I’m a woman who tends to get what she wants.” She set the stap next to her and got onto her knees.
Langston could feel her pussy throbbing with anticipation as she watched Bette strap the dildo onto herself over her underwear. Langston started to pull off her pants, and she couldn’t help but shove her hands under her briefs to rub her clit. Bette looked so good with the strap on, it caused Langston to let out a little moan as her fingers continued doing the work under her panties.
Once Bette was ready, she put her hands on her hips, giving Langston a once over. “Get on your back,” she said. “I haven’t got all day, you know.” She watched in contentment as Langston felt the need to comply as quickly as possible, scrambling to take off her pants and adjusting herself onto her back. She looked up at Bette who was kneeling above her, the light shining behind her head like an angelic halo. Smitten did not even begin to cover how Langston felt about her. She felt drawn to her the way insects were drawn to light.
Bette slowly began to rub the strap as she looked over Langston’s body. Langston brought her hand towards her leg, rubbing it slowly, eagerly awaiting whatever it is that Bette wanted to do with her.
Bette got to work pulling off Langston’s underwear. She lifted her legs up and rolled them slowly, as if she was savoring the moment. The briefs were tossed aside, and Langston spread her legs open, revealing her ready pussy. Langston was ready to get completely devoured, but it seemed that Bette wanted to wait.
She knelt down and pulled Langston into a passionate kiss. Their tongues intertwined and Langston reached up to play with her breasts, squeezing them and rolling the nipples between her thumb and forefinger, pulling at them harder than usual. She moaned into Bette’s mouth, and Bette shifted her body by straddling her. Langston felt the tip of the strap pressing against the bottom of her stomach.
Then, Bette pulled away suddenly, a devilish smile on her face. Langston bit her lip as she watched Bette trailing down her body, rubbing her hands down her sides and thighs. Langston wasn’t used to being so still and submissive to someone else, but for some reason, she was relishing the attention that Bette was giving her. Then Bette moved up, aiming the strap playfully at her face. “Open your mouth,” she commanded. “Stick out your tongue.”
Langston was surprised by her tone, but did as she was told, pulling her lips apart and letting her tongue out. She relished the little bit of control Bette was allowing her to have. Bette curled her hand around her chin and rubbed her thumb on her tongue in slow gentle circles. “I'll be having a lot of fun with you,” she said.
Langston shuddered with arousal. Bette was so incredibly hot. She nodded, keeping her tongue out, and Bette began to guide the tip of the strap onto her wet tongue before stuffing her cock further into Langston’s mouth. Langston stretched her jaw open as much as she could, struggling to take the girth of it, but Bette slipped a hand on the back on her head, and began to shove the strap deeper into her mouth, thrusting it over and over again until she pulled it
out, allowing her to take a breath.
Bette ran her hands down around the back of Langston’s legs, pushing them up even more so that she could separate her thighs even further. After another body adjustment, she was able to place the tip of the strap right in front of Langston’s wet mound.
Without warning, Bette slid into her. Not just the tip, but the whole thing. Langston gasped at the feeling of the large toy filling her up. Bette went slowly at first, holding herself up with her hands on either side of her shoulders. Langston gasped with each thrust, squeezing her eyes shut in pleasure and their legs became intertwined as she dug her knees into the bed. She began to rock into her, building up a rhythm, then put her thumb in between her legs, rubbing Langston’s moist, swollen clit.
Langston’s pussy fluttered around the toy, and she gasped out as she pounded her into the bed with more strength that she was expecting. Her shoulders rolled back, and her back arched as she wrapped her legs around her bottom, pushing herself into Bette with each of her strokes, trying to stifle her moans as she felt the white-hot tide of sensation building outwards from her pussy, over her thighs and out to each and every single nerve ending in her body.
Bette knew what to do to make her give in. She brought her head down to put her mouth on hers, kissing her deeply. Langston could barely handle it. The feeling of Bette’s hot tongue dancing against hers made her control shatter within seconds, and she clung to her as she plundered her with forceful thrusts. Langston’s body shook with tremors overwhelming her.
“Fuck,” said Bette, pulling out just enough to tease her, rubbing against her. “You don’t know how good you look when you come.”
“Do you want more?” she asked.
“Yes,” said Langston, trying to get her breath back.
“I want you to beg for it.”
Langston grunted in frustration, bucking her hips.
“I want to hear you say it,” said Bette, slipping the strap up and down Langston’s slit. “Tell me that you want me to fuck you.”
“I want you to fuck me,” Langston gasped, completely turned on.
Bette gave her what she was asking for. She sank into Langston, pushing in deep and leaving Langston completely powerless to her.
“Don't stop!" she pleaded, as she gripped her legs tighter around her waist. Her cries echoed off of the walls. Anyone else that happened to walk through the hallway just outside of the bedroom would have heard her, but she didn’t care. She came long and hard, her face flush with heat.
Bette’s gorgeous breasts bounced with each thrust, and she pounded the huge strap into Langston as if it was a natural extension of herself. Langston’s hands dug into the bedsheets and was gasping out, her head thrown back as she let the incredible feeling take over. Bette ground her hips into hers, and slipped her hand between them to play with her clit for a few moments before moving her hand up to play with her tits.
Bette pulled herself out, panting slightly. “Turn around,” she commanded, breathlessly.
Langston gave her a small smile, but did as she was told. She turned her body around, getting up on all fours in front of her, waving her round ass in Bette's face and turning to see her reaction. Bette was fixated on it, and she landed a quick, playful slap on one of the cheeks before spreading them open and getting the full view of her from behind.
“My, my, my,” she heard Bette say, amused.
Bette put her hands on Langston’s waist and thrust herself back into her, and Langston gasped, each thrust pulling a small whimper out of her. Bette was penetrating her even deeper, rubbing her palm along her ass. Now Bette had better access to her clit, and she happily reached her hand around to flick it and rub it with her middle finger.
“Oh, my God, oh my fucking God,” Langston cried out, barely able to hold herself up as Bette didn’t relent in each of her strokes. It seemed that she was nowhere near finished, and she only pounded faster as Langston got louder, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled their ears.
Langston was struggling to keep herself together. Without losing her stroke, Bette was alternating between rubbing her breasts and wet clit. It wasn’t long before she surrendered to the wave of climax crashing over her. Her entire body shuddered as Bette continued rolling her hips forward so that the strap stayed deep inside of her throughout the entire length of the orgasm before pulling it out.
Langston flopped down onto the bed, taking in deep, gasping breaths while Bette stayed on knees with a proud grin plastered on her face. Langston turned around and pulled Bette down to her, kissing her again in a flurry of passion. Bette rested her head on the pillow, their arms encircling each other.
“I hope this will be sufficient in paying you back,” she said, brushing the loose strands away from Langston’s forehead.
“I think so,” said Langston, smiling.
The End
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