Copyright © 2017 by, Tara Cummings
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Sexy Sample:
… “Spread your legs,” she ordered as she tapped the back of my thigh. I did as she said. Without warning she pulled the vibrator out of me and tossed it to the ground. “Stay just like that and don’t you dare move.” She said with venom on her tongue. I heard she walk back over to her bag where she pulled a few more items out. I dared to look back, just in time to see her shimmying a strap on dildo into place. My heart skipped. This was every fantasy I had ever dreamed of and I was more nervous than ever.
As soon as she came back she leaned over me, her strap-on playfully pressing against my ass and her words whispering against my ear. “Even though this is your first time, don’t expect me to go easy.”
With that she leaned back off of me and I felt the unmistakable feeling of a wood paddle rub against my ass. She pulled back, my muscles tensed from the anticipation of the hit. I was physically scared. I wanted to tell her not to do it. I wanted to run away, but I couldn’t move. I was completely at her mercy.
SMACK!
As soon as she hit me I rocked forward and my hands clutched at the bedcovers. I hissed through my teeth as I felt the prickly pain across my cheeks. I clenched my eyes shut and waited for the next hit…
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“This is going to be the craziest bachelorette party you’ve ever had!” Jody practically screeched as the bartender dropped off our third round of drinks.
“This is the only bachelorette party I’ve ever had.” I gave her a little smirk.
“Right, of course. But it will still be the craziest.”
“I still can’t believe I agreed to this…” I took a huge gulp of my Long Island Ice Tea. I thanked the heavens above that they made drinks extra strong at this bar. I was going to need it.
“Oh come on! It’s gonna be great.” Jody assured me with a gentle nudge of the elbow. “You’re going to look back at this night for many years.” I looked at her skeptically.
This whole thing had started a couple years ago during one of our drunken nights out with the girls. We were playing some truth or dare game and I had inadvertently confessed my kinky fetishes to them; spanking, bondage, blindfolds. But the most revealing confession I made—I wanted it to be with another woman. There were few things that turned me on more than a strong woman bending me over for her pleaser. The more I thought about it, the more I got chills up my back. How could I have ever told them such personal thoughts?
At the time they all looked at me with shock as they bit back smiles and laughter. How could a cute, nerdy, secretary girl like myself ever be into such depraved debauchery behind closed doors—lesbian debauchery at that. Now it was the night of my bachelorette party and Jody and three other friends of mine had decided to hire a “special kind of stripper.” They said she doesn’t specialize in the stripping part, it’s what she does afterward that makes her special. They said “She’s everything you’re into and more.”
Now that I was getting married to Brian they figured it would be the best time to go through with their little plan. It was a now or never situation. And I was starting to wonder if I wanted it to stay never. I told them at the time that Brian wasn’t into those kind of those. He was a cute investment banker I met downtown several years ago. Our relationship was great, after all I decided to marry him. He wasn’t exactly bad in bed either, he just wasn’t all that adventurous. To be honest, I never even bothered telling him the kinds of things I was in to. I was afraid he’d look at me like a crazy person. So I kept it to myself and eventually spilled the beans to my girlfriends. That was probably a terrible idea. Now I had to go through the most awkward night of my life. Even though they kept reassuring me that it would be great, I had my doubts.
“I’ve gotta tell you Trish, I never would have expected you to be into such things.”
Oh, great. Here we go again. I thought to myself as I rolled my eyes.
“I know, I’ve heard it a thousand times. I should have never told you guys.”
“Oh, stop it! If you never told us tonight wouldn’t be happening and you’d never know what it would be like.”
I gulped nervously. I was beginning to wonder if I even wanted to know what it would be like.
“You know me and Gabriel did those things once.” Jody said as her lips curled up in a smile around her straw.
“You what!” I couldn’t hide the look of shock on my face.
“Yep!”
“Why didn’t you tell me! You guys just rambled on and on about how you couldn’t imagine me being into those things, let alone with another woman.”
“Oh come on Trish. You don’t seem like you would be. Do I seem like I wouldn’t be into anything?”
I took a look at her and held back a giggle, “no, not exactly. So what did you do?”
“A little light spanking, bondage.”
The bartender was walking past with buggy eyes as he overheard our conversation. He quickly smiled and turned away. Jody noticed him, but didn’t pay him any mind. I waited on bated breath for her to continue.
“So, did you like it?”
“It wasn’t bad,” she shrugged her shoulders. “The spanking not so much, but the bondage I did.”
I gulped.
“It felt amazing to have my legs spread wide and him teasing me with his tongue. I couldn’t stop him or control the pace.” Jody looked up as if she were reminiscing on a fond memory. Then she gave a vocal sigh and playfully fanned her face with her hand.
Her little story made my own chest flush red. I could practically feel the warmth spreading across my cheeks and between my thighs. I was starting to hate this aspect of me. Just the mere thought of kinky BDSM with another woman got me hot and bothered—probably because it was a sexual craving I never satisfied.
“I’m worried about Brian.”
Jody looked at me cautiously for a second.
“Come on Trish. You’re not going to back out now are you?”
I just looked at her, worry etched all over my face.
“Just one more night of fun before you say ‘I do.’ I think this is something you have to do for yourself anyway. If you don’t, maybe you’ll never experiment with it and then you’ll never be happy and then your whole marriage will be in shambles and you’ll be divorced in 5 years!” Jody laughed.
“You always have a way of exaggerating things.”
“Exaggerating! You know sexual incompatibility is the cause of 75% of divorces.”
“And 90% of statistics are made up on the spot. You’re such a bull-shitter.” I laughed. Jody only gave me another playful shrug of her shoulders as she finished her drink with a long suck of the straw.
In all honesty, she might have had a point. I loved Brian to death, but my kinky thoughts were really starting to get the better of me. I probably watched more lesbian porn than the average frat guy. And that was something totally out of the ordinary for a girl like me. Or was it? I guess I never really asked my other girlfriends if they watched any. I just assumed other woman didn’t watch it—and definitely not as much as me. It had become the only way I could get my sexual frustrations out of my system.
I don’t know how many times I had pleasured myself to the image of a woman bending a g
irl over a bed and spanking her cheeks red before taking her with a strap-on. I just wanted to be dominated and Brian wasn’t the one to do it. Not to mention, he was a man. He was too sweet and loving for anything like that. Sometimes a girl just wants to be bent over and taken.
I clenched my thighs tight and reminded myself that we were in a busy bar. It was the last place for me to get all flushed and horny.
“You’re thinking about tonight aren’t you.” Jody teased as she looked me up and down.
“Of course I am. How could I not be!”
Jody laughed, “well it probably won’t be much—”
She was quickly interrupted by her buzzing phone on the bar top, “longer.” She finished her sentence as she grabbed the phone and looked at the text message.
Then she looked up at me with the biggest grin I had ever seen.
“It’s time. They’re ready.”
***
As soon as I entered my apartment my heart kicked into overdrive. It was dark with thumping music and flashing spotlights filling the room. I could barely recognize it as my own apartment. I said a few curse words underneath my breath for letting us do this think at my place. Now I could barely recognize it as my place at all.
“Hey girls!” Tammy greeted us with more drinks as we walked into the room. I gave her a little smile as she grabbed my arm and tugged me into the living room. It was obvious—I was nervous as hell and it was probably written all over my face like a giant billboard to the world.
As soon as I walked into the dark living room I saw her. She was giving Jennifer a lap dance as the music thumped and hummed the walls to life. She was fit and busty. Her arms were toned and strong as she gripped the back of the chair and rolled her hips against Jennifer. She definitely looked like the type of woman who could dominate.
The girls hooted and hollered as soon as I walked into the room. Then the stripper turned around with a smirk curling up the side of her face. My eyes trailed down the crevice of her breasts and toward her shapely abs.
I gulped harder than ever and instantly downed the drink Tammy had given me.
She danced closer until she toward over me. I was surprised at how tall she was for a woman. She had to be close to six foot. I could practically feel the heat radiating off her skin as she stepped closer.
“So you’re the special girl?” She asked as she stooped down toward my ear, her hand gently snaked around my lower back to pull me closer.
I swallowed hard and squeaked out a meager, “yea.”
“Call me Cynthia. She said as she gently tugged my arm and motioned for me to sit down on a chair in the center of the living room.”
As the music pounded in my ears I could already feel the warmth spreading between my thighs. She danced and rolled her hips on me. The whole time she rubbed her wetness against my skin. The other girls hollered and danced in their seats. Then Jody appeared by my side.
“Take this off! Show some more skin for our lovely guest.” Jody laughed as she started to tug my blouse up over my head. I started to protest at first until Cynthia grabbed the other end of my blouse and pulled it over my head with Jody. My skin instantly bumped up with goosebumps. I felt as naked as ever sitting there with only my bra and skirt on. My chest was a flushed bright crimson red.
“I’ve got a little gift for you.” Cynthia said against my ear. Her words were hot and heavy and sent tiny tingles cascading down the back of my neck. Her hand landed on my knee and snaked its way up the inside of my thigh. I quivered and sucked in a deep breath. But I let her message my leg and tickle the inside of my thigh with her fingertips. Just as I was starting to get used to her touch, she turned around and walked towards a bag next to the couch.
I tried to peer through the darkness and the flashing lights to see what she was taking out of it. When she finally came back my heart stood still. It was an unmistakable vibrator.
“This is a remote controlled vibrator Trish.” Cynthia said as she gazed at the pink vibrator with a devilish smirk. “I’m going to insert it inside of you and control the vibrations with this remote. It’ll help you…behave.” she said with a wink.
I looked over at Jody for some kind of guidance, but she just shrugged her shoulders, “I told you she was a ‘special kind of stripper.’” The other girls laughed and hollered as they watched my mortified expression. I’m sure they were having a good time, watching me be the center of attention as they sipped away their drinks.
“Are you ready?” Cynthia asked as she started to delicately roll my skirt up my thighs.
Jody leaned over the back of my chair and whispered in my ear. “It’ll be fun. Trust me.”
I nodded towards her and slowly opened up my legs. she reached the vibrator between my thighs. I clenched my eyes shut as I felt her push my panties aside and ease the vibrator past my wet lips. I was surprised at how wet I already was, but having a woman like Cynthia playfully thrusting her tits in your face tends to turn a girl on.
My mouth fell open and my eyes locked onto her as she pushed it deep inside of me.
“Now I control your pleasure,” she whispered as she pushed a button on the remote. Buzzing tingles instantly attacked my pussy. My hands fell to the armrests. My knuckles turned white as I clenched the chair as tight as possible. Cynthia continued to dance and roll her body against me. My tongue ran across my lips as I watched her pussy against me.
“Looks like someone wants a taste!” she yelled out to the whole room.
The other girls laughed and started chanting “Take it off! Take it off!” in unison. With that, Cynthia grabbed the tiny strings of her underwear and pulled it down. My breath stood still as her wet pussy came into view. Then without any sort of warning she propped herself up on the chair and thrust herself towards my face. I turned for a second laughing as I saw the other girls dancing in their chairs with shocked expressions on their faces.
“Lick her! Lick her!” Jody started chanting, the other girls quickly followed suit. I looked up at Cynthia to see her smiling down at me, her hips gently rolling in circles and her wetness dangerously close to my face. Her musty scent tickled the back of my nose.
“Fuck it.” I whispered as I reached my tongue out. Slowly, I trailed it up her wet lips. It was the first time I had ever come this close to another woman’s pussy. My heart raced a million miles an hour. I could barely believe it was actually happening. Cynthia let out a deep grunt as she slowed her rolling hips. I teasingly flicked the tip of my tongue along her clit before flattening my tongue along her wetness and lapping her up and down.
“That’s it girl!” Jennifer yelled out as I felt her growing even wetter against my mouth. Her fingers slipped through my hair as she gripped the back of my head and forced my mouth harder between her legs. I drew it in a deep breath through my nose as her pussy enveloped around my mouth. I looked up at her as she playfully wiggled the remote control in my line of site. Then she pushed it up a notch. I let out a low moan around against her wetness as the buzzing between my thighs picked up speed.
All the girls were hooting and hollering and the music was thumping so loud I could feel it in my chair. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. It was so unlike me.
My eyes started to water as I drew my mouth back. Her wet juices were smeared along my cheeks. As soon as I sucked in a deep breath the vibrator kicked off.
“Your pleasure is my pleasure.” Cynthia said as she stood in front of me, propped up on my chair with her pussy still in front of my mouth. I looked up at her before pressing my lips back against her and rolling my tongue against her. With that, the vibrator clicked back on and I clutched at her thick thighs. she started to her pussy against my mouth faster and faster with the beat of the music, clicking of the vibrator a few notches up every so often.
I could already feel the pleasure boiling up inside of me and ready to spill over. My legs jolted and tensed as I felt the impending orgasm about to tip me over the edge. Cynthia drew back and stepped off the chair and watched me
as I twitched and trembled from the vibrator stuffed inside of me.
Then she clicked it off.
I looked at her with desperation in my eyes.
“Looks like she’s ready for the other room!” she laughed.
Jody walked over to me and bent down, “Have fun in there.”
Cynthia took my hand and pulled me up off of the chair. She led the way to my room as all the other girls continued to laugh and dance. As soon as we stepped inside she closed the door behind us. My lamp next to the bedside was already on. But my regular lightbulb had been replaced with a red one so the whole room was lit red with harsh shadows stretching across the walls.
Then I saw it. A large padded X shaped piece of furniture with shackles on each point.
“That’s called a St. Andrew’s Cross. Are you familiar with it?” Cynthia asked as she guided me to it.
I was too stiff and nervous to say anything so I only nodded yes.
She let out a little laugh, “oh are you now?”
“Yes. I’ve seen videos.” I said with a timid voice. “Have you ever done anything like this before?”
“No.”
“A beginner are you?” she asked against my ear as she stood behind me, her breasts lightly brushing against my back.
“Yeah, well I’ve watched a lot of videos and read some books.”
“This will be nothing like your videos or books. Or let’s just say, it won’t feel like any of your videos or books.”
Without warning she gave me a swift smack on my ass and pushed me closer to the cross.
“Take off your skirt,” she said. Her words were short and to the point. Her tone bordered on an order rather than a suggestion. I turned around and looked at her as I shimmied my skirt down my legs and kicked it to the side.
“And the rest,” she said, motioning towards my bra and panties. With that I got completely naked and stood in front of her like a timid schoolgirl in trouble.
She stepped so close to me that her breasts pushed against mine. A little shiver raced up my neck as she walked me back to the cross. My eyes remained locked on to her until my back bumped up against the cross and I was trapped between her and the padded surface behind me.
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