by Harper Bliss
Scarlet had gripped the hand Olivia used to steady herself on the bed and dug her red nails deep into its flesh. Olivia studied her own hand with growing desire as she inserted a third finger inside of Scarlet, then locked eyes with her again. She wanted to touch herself and share this pleasure, but she only had two hands and they were both busy, one fucking and the other being scratched feverishly. Next time I’ll have to ask for two ladies, she thought, then focused her attention on finger-fucking Scarlet again.
“Harder,” Scarlet muttered. Olivia buried her fingers deep inside Scarlet every time she entered, revelling in the sticky warmth of it and the quick succession of sighs escaping Scarlet’s mouth. When she lowered her head to add some oral stimulation, Scarlet said, “No. Look at me.” Olivia was amazed by the intimacy of the whole situation and concluded it must be Scarlet’s secret weapon. The skill of eliciting a feeling of closeness between her and her clients, banning the grotesqueness and possible seediness of it.
Olivia bore her eyes into Scarlet’s and stretched her pussy by burying a fourth finger inside of it. Scarlet started shaking all over her body, her muscles contracting and detracting rapidly. She clamped the walls of her pussy around Olivia’s fingers and flung her head back. Her long neck stretched as her breasts bounced to the rhythm of Olivia’s thrusts. The pure joy of giving another woman such intense pleasure engulfed Olivia, hot pangs of lust shooting up her spine and warming up her skin.
“So good,” Scarlet moaned. “So fucking good.” When their eyes met again and Olivia detected a small tear glistening against the brown of Scarlet’s iris, she wondered how much it would cost to keep her for a few days, maybe a few weeks.
Olivia sank into the soft mattress of the king-size bed and let her eyes fall shut. Scarlet’s smell clung to every inch of her and the entire room was filled with the lush scent of sexual satisfaction. She wondered what else Scarlet might have in store for her but the beginnings of sleep muted her senses and the desire to ask. Scarlet slid under the covers next to her and glued her warm body to Olivia’s.
“Turn over,” Scarlet whispered. “Time for your massage.”
“This really is an all-inclusive service.” Olivia managed a lazy smile but the prospect of Scarlet’s strong fingers exploring her skin already awakened fresh sparks in her gut. She rolled over on her belly and slid her hands underneath the pillow. Scarlet straddled her from behind and she could feel her heat radiating on her butt cheeks. Olivia heard the squirt of a bottle and the slapping sounds of oil being heated between palms.
Scarlet put her warm hands on Olivia’s shoulders and briefly leaned over, her breasts stroking the skin of Olivia’s back. “Enjoy,” she said and her voice sounded promising and a little dangerous. When Scarlet’s expert fingers rubbed the lotion into Olivia’s tender muscles her entire body tingled with a calm and content excitement, a sort of silence before the next storm. Scarlet worked her way down, spending just enough time on the muscles around each vertebra to lull Olivia into a hazy slumber. By the time she reached the more erogenous area at the top of Olivia’s buttocks, Olivia had as good as surrendered and drifted off into the dream-like state between sleeping and waking up to the knowledge that another orgasm was just around the bend.
Scarlet’s hands dipped down to her legs first, focusing on Olivia’s calves and then, ever so slowly, creeping upwards along her thighs, a lone finger occasionally straying towards her pussy. When Scarlet spread Olivia’s legs wider so she could position herself between them, the fresh rush of air that caressed Olivia’s pussy lips stirred her from sleep and alerted her to the fact that things were about to heat up again. Scarlet kneaded her glutes with strong but soft movements, allowing her thumbs to drift further down with each stroke, until Olivia’s entire backside was one slithering mass of oil and burning skin. Gently, Scarlet parted the cheeks of Olivia’s ass and she felt a dollop of lube trickle down into the crevice. To Olivia’s surprise it excited her more than it frightened her. All she heard was her own quickening breath mixed in with the sound of Scarlet’s work on her bottom, zoning in and now almost encircling her anus with one finger.
“Don’t worry,” Scarlet said while she leaned over again, her breasts now sliding over Olivia’s back and her hard nipples pushing against her shoulder blades. “I know what I’m doing.” Olivia, despite not being well-versed in the pleasures of anal sex, didn’t have any doubts. On an afternoon like this, it seemed like the only logical course of action, one step further on the path to absolute delight. Olivia trusted Scarlet, not something she was prone to do after only two orgasms, but the fact this was, in essence, a business transaction, helped.
A fingertip probed at Olivia’s sphincter while a hand slipped under her pelvis, its palm applying pressure on her clit which, by the feel of things, was rock hard again. Scarlet’s finger explored the rim further, penetrating it only slightly while the other hand rubbed her wet clit with more intent. The stimulation from both sides, heightened by the fact that she didn’t see any of it happen and could only feel what was being done to her, aroused Olivia and she felt the wetness flow again, heating her up from the inside and engulfing her pussy.
Scarlet slipped a finger inside on both ends at the same time and Olivia had to bite the pillow to hide her surprise. Scarlet retracted both fingers simultaneously and let them hover at their respective rims and Olivia couldn’t wait for them to enter again. This time Scarlet used two fingers on her cunt and the sensation of being penetrated from two sides, of being so intimately fucked by a total stranger, roused a deep emotion from Olivia’s soul. Paired with the physical reaction Scarlet’s fingers elicited from her—goosebumps, hot flashes and a never-ending wetness all at once—Olivia was about to reach a higher state of consciousness, a state in which pure emotion took over and any brain activity that wasn’t base or animal-like was shut down.
No longer satisfied with mere teasing, Scarlet inched her finger deeper into Olivia’s anus, while she kept driving more fingers into her gushing pussy. Olivia was all sighs now, or maybe they were loud cries, she no longer had a way of distinguishing nor suppressing them. Scarlet fingered her, felt her, explored her, took her and the first wave hit her with such force, sprouting from her core and bouncing back between her cunt and her butt and multiplying, feeding off the separate stimulations which melted together as one now as she exploded from one orgasm into the other. Olivia felt herself drown into the mattress, all her energy spent and her muscles trembling beneath her moist skin.
Scarlet spread out on top of her to keep her warm while the aftermath of the last violent orgasm rippled through her body.
“Don’t move,” she said, her voice close and hot. “I’ll run us a bath.” By the time she got up Olivia had drifted off into a satisfied sleep.
The smile on Scarlet’s face as she sat across from her in the huge bath tub, their legs intertwined under water that bubbled with clouds of white foam, melted something inside of Olivia, a hardness that had taken root the day Véronique had left. Was this all it took, she wondered, to heal a broken heart? Some paid-for tenderness? She’d slept for almost an hour—an expensive one—completely wiped out and unaware of her surroundings, but it didn’t matter anymore because she’d already gotten what she paid for. The unexpected intimacy of the afternoon had restored her and, against all odds, had been much more than the sterile sex session Olivia had anticipated—so much more.
Scarlet had the rare gift of arousing an instant attraction in people while at the same time offering a promise and delivering on it. She instilled a confidence in Olivia that, in time, everything would be all right. The warmth she had bestowed on Olivia through whispered words at the right time and gentle caresses when Olivia least expected it, and her ability to mimic the closeness of a real affair and condense it into a few hours, was worth every penny. Olivia knew she had bought an illusion but, thanks to Scarlet’s personality and sexy lightness about it, the illusion was strong enough. At least for now.
The clock was tick
ing and they had scarcely half an hour left, but Scarlet stretched herself lazily in the bath, not indicating any urgent desire to leave. She’d washed Olivia almost chastely, steering clear of obvious danger zones like Olivia’s nipples and using one of the provided soft cloths to cleanse her pussy. Olivia, who by then believed to not have any arousal left in her, had felt herself grow moist again. Her clit had throbbed lightly and her nipples had perked up, but more than another release she wanted Scarlet’s tender touch then, her fingers washing off the scents and sticky juices they had earlier created.
“I hope this is not goodbye.” Scarlet’s sultry voice broke the silence. “I’d like to see you come again.” She grinned broadly, baring a row of blindingly white teeth Olivia couldn’t help but imagine nibbling on her nipples again.
“I’ll call.” Olivia said it with a firmness indicating truth.
“I know you will.” Scarlet pushed herself up and sat up in the bath, looking Olivia square in the face. “Come here.” She extended her arms under water and folded them around Olivia’s waist, snaking her hands up her back and down again. The kiss that followed was filled with gentle tenderness. Olivia surrendered one last time to the touch of this magic woman. She let her tongue slip along Scarlet’s lips and inside of her mouth, twirling it around Scarlet’s tongue and feeling the heat build inside her again. Scarlet’s fingers traveled to her chest and stroked her nipples. Olivia slid closer so her legs curled behind Scarlet and they both sat in the middle of the bath, water timidly splashing around them. She could feel the closeness of Scarlet’s pussy through the water and she knew she had to feel it again, as a last parting gift.
The kissing intensified and transformed into moaning as their hands trailed downward, slicing through foam and water. Olivia tentatively stroked Scarlet’s clit once, its wetness immune to the weak bath water. Scarlet mirrored her action and Olivia felt herself gasp for air again. Their faces were so close, their eyes staring down into each others’ souls, their lips touching every inch of skin they could reach. Scarlet’s breath was hot on her cheeks as her fingers probed again, slowly at first but Olivia had no more time for delays. She pressed her pelvis into Scarlet’s hand and demanded more fingers.
“Rub my clit,” Scarlet whispered and Olivia focused her attention on the soft wet button at her fingertips, drawing slow circles around it and matching the pace of Scarlet’s fingers inside of her. The low growl of Scarlet’s mutterings in her ear spurred Olivia on, as did their coordinated rhythms, and soon Olivia responded with her own moans. To her surprise, she seemed to have yet another orgasm in her.
“I’m coming,” Scarlet groaned and Olivia flicked her clit around a bit quicker, which, in turn, made Scarlet fuck her quicker. She felt it amplify again. It started deep in her belly and strengthened with every breath Scarlet sighed into her ear. “Yes. Can I?” she whispered, the tip of her tongue inside Olivia’s ear. She repeated it until she came over Olivia’s hand and Olivia let the climax build and then wash over her, like a wave that starts lazy but builds and builds and drags you down until you can no longer catch your breath, but releases you just at the right time.
Scarlet cupped Olivia’s head in her hands, palms under her chin, and planted a kiss on her nose. Wet strands of hair clung to her slightly flustered face and Olivia had to agree with Samantha. Scarlet was worth every cent—and them some.
All of Me
Sex with Laila was always dirty, but when she whispered in my ear mid-fuck that she’d be wanting my ass next, my pussy clutched itself around her hand so hard I expected her knuckles to come out bruised. I rode out my climax, my fingers lost in her raven-black hair as colours collided in my brain, my muscles flexing to the rhythm of her last strokes inside of me. Then she surprised me again by turning me over on my stomach, my backside bare and, seemingly, all hers. I’d gathered she meant next time she fucked me. I just hadn’t presumed that to happen so quickly.
Laila was in charge in the bedroom and in the kitchen, the two rooms of our flat where I was merely required to serve, to not take any initiative. I was a sous-chef at best in both places, but my pleasure always came first. I was well-fed and satisfied, living on a diet of expertly spiced dishes and my girlfriend’s delicious golden-brown fingers buried in my cunt at regular intervals. So far, she’d only teasingly ventured in the direction of my ass.
She covered my naked body with hers, her soft flesh moulding into mine.
“Your ass is mine tonight,” she hissed into my ear, while spreading my legs with her knee. I wondered what she meant with ‘mine’. Would she just lick it, finger it maybe, or rely on other objects? Or all of that combined? I knew better than to ask. In the bedroom, Laila did all the talking.
When she pushed herself away from my ear, her taut nipples grazed the skin of my back. They swirled patterns along my spine until they reached my ass cheeks. As Laila guided one nipple along my crack, and despite the slamming orgasm she’d just delivered, I felt myself go moist again. This was more than sex. This was breaking boundaries.
I gasped as she parted my cheeks and allowed her nipple to explore a little further. I imagined how the caramel of her skin—and the dark chocolate of her nipple—contrasted with the creamy whiteness of my behind. The gentle probing of her stiff bud was enough to make my asshole pucker with anticipation and, first time or not, to grant her unlimited access to the unchartered territory that my ass represented. Not that she would ever ask. Laila appropriated things. She took them because, within the dynamic of our sex life, they simply belonged to her. Our affair was not complicated. She fucked me and I came.
Her long hair tickled my back and, regardless of not being able to see her, I could easily imagine the smirk edged around her mouth. I’d witnessed it enough, usually with a few of Laila’s fingers sunk into me, to know its details by heart. Two fine lines bracketing her lips on the right as they curled up. Intensity burning in her eyes as she got off on my pleasure—and how I always, so easily, acquiesced.
She slipped one hand between my legs, under my pelvis, and found my clit, still a little sensitive from the previous round. Her nipple gently probed my crack while she circled a finger around my clit. Once, twice, just enough to make it perk up and want more, before retreating and focusing on my back door again. Laila was an expert at driving me crazy and, thus, at making me want things I never even knew existed before I met her—like a fist in my cunt and metal clamps on my nipples.
The room smelled of orgasms had and climaxes still to be bestowed. A heady perfume of anticipation blending with dirty delight.
On the way back up from teasing my clit, she coated her finger with juices dripping from my cunt. She traced a line from my pussy to my asshole and replaced her nipple with a wet fingertip. After dark, I always felt as if all of me belonged to Laila, no exceptions. That she could do whatever she wanted. Possess me, cuff me, whip me. This sensation multiplied by a hundred when she circled the meaty part of her finger along my most delicate passage. If Laila would ever ask me to marry her, this would be how she’d do it. By claiming me as hers, completely.
She entered slowly, letting my body adjust to the newness of what she was doing. My clit throbbed and my muscles tensed as the tip slipped in, invasive but welcome at the same time. I had no reference point for this, no prior experience to measure these sensations against. My asshole sucked at her finger as she pried deeper. I could hear her pant as she worked me with controlled excitement, which was pretty much the essence of Laila.
Before going deeper, she pulled out and started the circular motion again, drawing perfect circles around my rim. Laila knew me so well, as if she could read my body. She knew I’d be wanting more soon. I always wanted more of her.
This time, she pushed her finger in and out, just far enough to have me gasp for air every time she penetrated, stretching my asshole. No doubt preparing it for what was to come.
“I knew you’d like this,” she said, her voice dropping into that low register reserved for kinky activiti
es. “You’re all mine now, babe.” As if I wasn’t already. “Mine,” she repeated, and widened me further by adding another finger.
I yelped, unprepared for the filling sensation, the thickness of two fingers I could easily take in my cunt—four or a fist were most common— surprising me from the back. But I took it like the good girl she knew I was.
Juices leaked from my pussy, bathing my clit in wetness. I wanted to reach out and rub it, to add to the pleasure I was experiencing from behind, but I was afraid to move. With two fingers, Laila had me pinned down, at her mercy beneath her. The only way she wanted me.
She explored me further, twisting her fingers every time she stroked me inside. Bright white stars popped up on the back of my eye-lids as I buried my head into the pillow. Surely, I couldn’t climax just by having her fingers in my ass. Either way, I was certain Laila wouldn’t let me. She was nowhere near done with me.
Stroking turned into thrusting while I felt her hair dance on my ass cheeks. I pictured the white globes of my butt being parted by her fingers, her brooding brown eyes staring down at me there. No one had ever seen me the way Laila had and I was fairly certain no one ever would.
Her hair slipped down my hips as she lowered herself and planted a tender kiss at the top of my crack. It stood in stark contrast to the way she was handling my asshole, ravaging it with her fingers at an increasingly merciless pace. If my hands had been anywhere near my clit, it would have been more than enough to propel me into another star-shattering orgasm.
