“That’s a damn good question,” Amber replied. “It’s not like they’re good for anything. Except for their cocks of course.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” Heather said with the exaggerated inflection of someone who is wasted. “If they didn’t have those damn things they’d be totally and utterly worthless.”
“Hell, even cocks can’t save most of them,” Amber said.
“You can say that again sister,” Heather said.
So Amber did. They both laughed.
“But seriously,” Heather said as the laughter died down. “Just imagine if we had cocks. Then we wouldn’t need men at all. We could replace their pathetic asses completely.”
“Who says we can’t anyway?” Amber replied, only half-joking. At this point she was so drunk and so horny that she was starting to get on board with this whole idea of leaving men out of the loop.
“What a minute, what are you saying?” Heather asked. She was trying to sound all innocent but Amber knew her too well to buy into it. Heather knew exactly what Amber was talking about.
“Cocks are the easiest thing in the world to replace,” Amber said. “I’ve got three of them in my room right now, all different sizes. And don’t tell me you don’t have at least a couple yourself. I’ve heard you making noises in your room when you think you’re alone.”
“What kind of noises are you talking about?” Heather said, pretending to be offended.
“Don’t give me that shit,” Amber said. “You know what the fuck I’m talking about.”
“Are you saying that you listen to me when I’m playing with myself?”
“Not listening, per se, but I can’t help but hear you. Not with all that moaning and groaning you do when you’re in there alone.”
“Does all that moaning and groaning turn you on?” Heather asked. She was still smiling but her tone was a bit more serious now.
“Of course it does,” Amber replied. “How could it not?”
Amber looked at Heather and realized she was looking right back at her the same way. And just like that, it happened. They both leaned forward at the same time and kissed.
Heather took the lead, hopping up on top of Amber and straddling her while they made out.
Both ladies found it amazing, kissing another women, not only because it was taboo but because they were both great kissers. Their lips were soft and supple, their tongues active but not crazy. Both knew just how much pressure to use; not too much but not too little. And both were imagining how good the other would be with their tongues in other areas.
Amber put her hands on Heather’s stomach and moved them up under her shirt and grabbed her breasts.
Heather leaned back and slipped off her shirt, revealing her boobs in all their glory. Fat and juicy and hanging low with huge aureoles. They were amazing.
“Do you like my tits?” Heather said, bouncing up and down slightly, making them jiggle and shake.
“I fucking love them,” Amber said.
Heather smiled and pressed them together with her arms. “Yeah, they are pretty nice, aren’t they?”
“They’re more than nice,” Amber said. “They’re beautiful. Just like you.”
“Ahh, aren’t you sweet,” she said. “Deep down, despite your hard exterior, you’re just a little softy, aren’t you?”
“Sshhh,” Amber said, bringing her finger to her mouth in the universal sign for silence. “Don’t tell anyone. I have a reputation to uphold.”
“Don’t worry Amber,” Heather said. “Your secret is safe with me. I won’t tell a soul.” Her voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper. “Provided you do something for me, of course.”
“Anything you want,” Amber said.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” Heather said. Then she leaned forward and thrust her tits into Amber’s face. “Well,” she said. “What are you waiting for?”
So Amber started playing with one of them, fondling and licking it, slowly moving her tongue over her nipple a few times before clamping on it and sucking it until it got hard.
Amber glanced up to see Heather’s head thrown back, her face towards the ceiling and her eyes closed. Soft sounds of pleasure escaped from her throat.
Amber figured she was doing something right so she switched over the other nipple and gave it the same treatment.
While Amber worked on her other breast, Heather ran her hand down Amber’s stomach and slipped her hand under Amber’s pajama bottoms and started rubbing Amber’s pussy. Amber was already turned on but this took things to another level. She started working Heather’s nipple more aggressively in response to her growing excitement and Heather replied by rubbing Amber’s pussy with more intensity. They continued like this for a little while, each one upping the ante and the other responding, until they’d both taken things pretty much as far as they could go.
Amber’s panties were completely soaked through by now, making it feel like Heather’s fingers were rubbing her pussy directly, but Amber needed something more. She couldn’t take the teasing anymore. She needed something inside of her. So Amber climbed out from under Heather and quickly slipped out of her pajamas and panties. Falling back onto the couch Amber spread her legs and started playing with herself, her eyes locked directly on Heather’s as her fingers slipped in and out of her pussy.
Heather slid out of her bottoms shortly after Amber did, leaving them both naked from the waist down.
Amber was expecting Heather to start playing with herself too but what she got was even better. Heather dropped down to the floor, crawled over until she was between Amber’s legs, and started licking Amber’s pussy.
Amber let out a low moan of pleasure and shifted her fingers so they were rubbing her clit while Heather ate her out, Heather’s tongue working expertly in and around Amber’s pussy, hitting all the right notes as only someone with a pussy of their own can.
Amber wasn’t not sure how long they went at it like that but soon enough she was cumming like she’d never cum before, her body shaking and shimmying as a scream escaped her throat while the orgasm wracked her body.
“Holy fuck,” Amber said once she’d recovered.
“A good one, huh?” Heather said, smiling, her juices covering her face, making it gleam in the light.
“Only the best one ever,” Amber said.
“No lie?”
“I swear.”
Heather put on her pouty face. “I want a turn.”
“Be my guest,” Amber said, relinquishing her spot on the couch.
Clapping her hands, Heather bounced up onto the couch, spread her legs wide and beckoned Amber over. Smiling, Amber obliged, dropping her face onto Heather’s pussy and going to town while Heather played with her clit.
A short time later Amber brought Heather to orgasm, her legs clamping down on Amber’s head while her body spasmed, her juices squirting out of her pussy and drenching Amber’s smiling face.
“Holy shit you were right,” Heather said, panting to catch her breath. “I can’t remember ever cumming so hard.”
“I told you,” Amber said.
“And to think, all these years we’ve been screwing around with boys . . .”
“Yeah, what a shame, huh?”
“Indeed,” Heather replied.
Amber stood up and fell onto the couch next to Heather. Amber dropped her head onto Heather’s shoulder then turned her face upwards.
“It’s pretty sad to think about all the time they wasted on those boys,” Amber said.
“Ain’t that the truth,” Heather replied. “Who knew that they didn’t actually need them at all?”
“Maybe those that did know kept it to themselves,” Amber said. “They didn’t want the secret getting out.”
“Yeah,” Heather said. “They didn’t want any competition.”
“That’s what I’m thinking.”
They fell silent for a moment. Then Heather starting laughing under her breath.
“What’s so funny?”
“What is?”
“The fact that they really don’t need them at all,” Heather said. “They really are only good for their cocks, and like you pointed out earlier, those are easily replaceable.”
“They certainly are,” Amber said.
“I mean, think about it,” Heather said. “They don’t know how to kiss. They don’t know where to touch you. And they sure as hell don’t know how to eat pussy. They simply don’t know how to please a woman.”
“Where women, on the other hand, know exactly how and where to touch each other, because we touch ourselves all the time,” Amber said, picking up where Heather had left off.
“Exactly!”
“Plus men only think about themselves,” Amber added. “As far as they’re concerned, once they’ve cum that’s it. They’re done. It doesn’t make any difference if we’ve gotten off or not.”
“Which brings us to perhaps the best thing about being with another woman,” Heather said, looking at Amber intently.
Amber knew exactly where this was going. She was thinking the same thing herself. It was something that came up every time they talked about boys.
“Women don’t have to stop after one orgasm!” they said at exactly the same time.
“We can go all night long without a break,” Amber added.
“We can indeed.”
Amber stood up and held out her hand. “Shall we continue, my dear?” Amber said in a faux-elegant voice.
“We shall,” Heather replied in kind as she took Amber’s hand.
Amber helped her up. “Your room or mine?” she asked, leading Heather towards the hallway.
“Does it matter?” she replied.
“Not at all,” Amber said, turning towards her. She pulled Heather close and started kissing her right there in the middle of the living room. “It doesn’t matter in the least.”
“But you know what does matter?” Heather said after they’d broken off their kiss.
“What?” Amber asked.
“How freaky we’re going to get with each other.”
“How freaky do you want it?” Amber asked.
“Very,” Heather said.
“What exactly did you have in mind?”
“I want to get dominated,” Heather said.
Amber raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Are you serious?”
“Completely,” Heather said.
Amber literally shivered in excitement and leaned in and slipped her tongue into Heather’s mouth. After they made out for a bit, Amber pulled away, smiling widely.
“I take it that’s a yes?” Heather said, her smile matching Amber’s.
“That’s not just a yes,” Amber said. “It’s a FUCK YEAH!”
They both laughed and hugged each other.
“The only question left is how extreme do you want me to get?” Amber asked.
“Nothing too crazy this time,” Heather said. “No bondage or nipple clamps or anything.”
“Fair enough,” Amber said.
“And definitely no dunking my head in the toilet or pissing on me or anything like that.”
“I’d never do that to you,” Amber said. “Not even if you asked me too. There are some things you don’t do to another person, no matter what.”
“I figured as much,” she said. “But I just wanted to make sure.”
“So just your basic domination starter’s kit,” Amber said. “Smacking, pulling hair, choking, that sort of thing.”
Heather’s eyes lit up and she vigorously nodded her head.
“And how rough do you want me to get?” Amber asked.
“Just use your discretion,” she replied. “I trust you.”
“Okay,” Amber said. “But because it’s our first time, I’ll probably err on the soft side a bit, so make sure you tell me if you want it harder.”
“Oh don’t worry,” Heather said. “I will. And you don’t have to take it easy on me. I kind of want to see how much I can handle.”
“Sounds good to me,” Amber said, her grin growing wider. “Are you ready to get started?”
“I can’t wait,” Heather said, flashing a little smile.
“Well, let’s get going then,” Amber said, grabbing a handful of Heather’s hair and giving it a sharp pull, bending Heather’s head backwards so her face was looking up towards the ceiling.
Heather’s smile widened as she moaned in pleasure. Her eyes shone with enjoyment. As did Amber’s.
“Do you like being treated like this?” Amber asked.
“I fucking love it,” Heather said.
Smiling widely, Amber fondled one of Heather’s tits and pinched her nipple, eliciting a little gasp from her. Then Amber slapped down on it.
“Holy shit that feels so fucking good,” Heather said, shivering in joy. “Do it again. Except do it harder.”
So Amber smacked down on her tit again, a little bit harder this time.
“That’s right,” Heather said. “Just like that. But harder.”
So Amber slapped Heather’s tit again, harder still. And then she did it a few more times, trading off occasionally, until both of Heather’s tits were bright red.
After a few more smacks for good measure, Amber pulled up on Heather’s hair, snapping her head forward.
Heather was taking deep, heavy breaths but she was still smiling widely, obviously enjoying herself. Her eyes were glowing with pleasure.
“Are you ready for more?” Amber asked, their faces centimeters apart.
“I can’t fucking wait,” she replied.
Amber jammed her tongue into Heather’s mouth and they made out for a few seconds, then Amber pulled away and immediately started walking, yanking Heather along by the hair behind her. Amber dragged Heather over to the wall, spun her around, and pushed her back up against it. As Amber stood directly in front of Heather, she released Heather’s hair and grabbed ahold of her throat, squeezing just a tad, nothing too extreme.
Heather’s smile didn’t fade one bit. In fact, it got larger.
With one hand still around Heather’s throat, Amber slapped Heather’s face. The sound filled the room like a gunshot.
Little red blossoms flared up on Heather’s cheek. But she still smiled.
“More?” Amber asked.
“Yes please,” she said.
Amber slapped Heather again. Then Amber squeezed her throat a little harder. And slapped her face yet again.
Heather’s smile was fading but here eyes were still radiating excitement. Her whole face was turning red now as her blood flow was restricted.
“Do you want me to stop?” Amber said.
Heather shook her head and whispered the word no.
So Amber slapped Heather again. And again. And again. Amber was squeezing tighter now, almost completely cutting of the blood flow to Heather’s brain.
Heather’s lips were slightly apart and quivering slightly. Her eyes started to flutter and her pupils rolled back, exposing the whites of her eyes. Her head lolled slightly to the right.
Amber let go of her throat.
The color ran back into Heather’s face and she gasped for breath. Her smile was back in full effect. Only this time it was filled with excitement.
“That was incredible,” Heather said.
“You’re one dirty girl, aren’t you?” Amber said, laughing to myself.
“The dirtiest,” Heather said, reaching down to slips her fingers into Amber’s pussy.
Amber grabbed Heather’s arm and pulled it away. “Not yet,” she said. “We’ll get to me in a little bit. But right now I want to mess with you some more.”
“If you insist,” Heather said, her tone filled with mock disappointment.
Amber grabbed ahold of Heather’s throat again, not really squeezing this time, just holding Heather in place as Amber’s free hand wandered down Heather’s flat stomach to her pretty little shaved pussy. Amber rubbed Heather’s pussy for a couple
of seconds to get her warmed up but it was unnecessary. She was already soaking wet down there. So Amber stuck two fingers inside Heather and started finger-fucking her.
Amber stood there, facing Heather, staring directly into her eyes as Amber explored Heather’s insides with her fingers, Amber’s excitement building like a thunderstorm because of the control she had over her roommate.
Heather was looking at Amber with wide eyes, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, her breath growing more and more rapid as Amber increased the pressure and depth of her fingers inside Heather’s pussy.
Amber slid another finger inside Heather while simultaneously tightening her grip on Heather’s throat, choking off the gasp that was forming on her mouth. With three fingers now inside Heather, Amber started moving her hand more quickly in and out of Heather’s pussy, Amber’s wrist angled slightly upwards to rub the edges of Heather’s clit as Amber finger-fucked her.
Heather’s mouth had opened slightly and little gasping sounds were escaping from her throat. Her face was slowly turning pink as the blood flow diminished.
“You like this, don’t you?” Amber said.
Heather nodded as much as she could in her compromised position.
“Do you want another finger?” Amber asked.
Heather nodded.
Without releasing Heather’s throat, Amber slipped her pinkie inside Heather’s pussy, joining the other three fingers. It was a tight fit but Heather continued to loosen up more and more as Amber banged away.
A short time later Heather’s entire body was quivering, her legs on the verge of failing. Her head slumped to the side again and her eyes fluttered. She was about to pass out.
Amber didn’t want that. So she released Heather’s throat but continued finger-fucking her, making it difficult for Heather to catch her breath.
Only able to take low, gasping breaths, Heather leaned into Amber to keep from falling, her head on her chest.
Amber was the only thing holding Heather up but still she continued working Heather’s pussy, keeping her right on the edge. Heather’s breaths were shallow and punctuated by high-pitched sounds of pleasure.
“Holy fucking shit,” Heather said breathlessly once she’d recovered a bit.
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