by Alina Sawyer
"No complaints about that either!"
"And kissing all that warm, revealed caramel flesh."
"You know thinking about this makes me want to pounce on you, don't you Laura?"
"...And finding Plato's cave between your lovely brown cheeks."
"Naughty bitch."
"Yes miss."
"You can search."
"Do you think my tongue might compete with the fire you mentioned?
"I believe so, yes."
"My little pink tongue in your tight, brown bottom hole?"
"That would certainly help, yes."
"Pushing down between your cheeks, while I watch you wriggle so attractively?"
"I'm already wriggling, you naughty slut and you have hardly even touched me."
"But are you wriggling attractively?"
"I'll let you be the judge, Laura."
"Do I get to wear an ermine gown?"
"I'd honestly prefer you naked."
"Well I'd better wait for you to get my knickers off then, hadn't I, miss?"
"I'd like to just lie here with my head in my arms and watch you take them off for me, Laura."
"I'd better get thoughts of my tongue out of your hole then," Laura giggled.
"You are far too talkative right now to lap me, girl; but you can talk if you like. I am happy to just feel your hands and take in every word you speak."
"I'll have to realise that the shadows on your bottom are not constitutive reality after all, Danielle."
"Will you perceive that the true form of reality lies in my undulating thighs each time you massage them, Laura?"
"I will just get up and slip my knickers off so you can struggle beyond the illusion of my shaven puss, Miss Thorbin, towards some kind of connection and reality."
"Yours would really be the most delicious form of pussy, I think."
Laura turned her head and slid her panties down, gazing across the water, watching the still blue expanse at length before turning back and then knelt back down over Danielle's body. She looked over Dani's shoulder into the water beyond them and saw the reflection of the academic's chocolate brown eyes.
Danielle reached behind her and pulled the white girl downwards, turning over and unbuttoning Laura's blouse. She didn't hesitate now as she stripped the flower girl's red brassiere off and pressed her palms to the young woman's breasts. Then she wrapped her arms around the younger woman's shoulders and pulled her down so their foreheads were touching and their breasts were crushed together. Then they kissed long and deep.
They lay there naked together for an age until Danielle snaked her hand down the length of Laura's nubile body, sensing the younger woman pushing her bottom further out, and arching her back to accentuate the curve of her back. At that moment Dani almost wished she had been behind the girl, able to see as she reached her hand out and spread her fingertips, brushing them across the white woman's naked buttocks.
She listened as Laura moaned softly, recollecting her former mistress's touch, remembering the moments when Danielle had seen fit to torture her for hours and then threaten her with whips and thrashings, which were administered without the black woman batting an eyelash at any of Laura's heart-rending screams.
"Are you teasing me, miss?"
"Of course"
"You're still good at it."
"Practice pet."
"You certainly know all my buttons."
Danielle slid her hands down over her former pet's jutting rear and smoothed the girl's skin, spanking her hard enough to leave a possessive red mark.
"Spread yourself, Laura."
"Yes miss," Laura moaned obediently, reaching behind herself to open herself up to Dani's prying fingers. Dani slid from under her and crouched down behind the white girl, brushing the crack of Laura's arse with the tip of her finger, savouring the tightest, pinkest anal bud Danielle had ever had.
Danielle sighed at the sight of all that creamy exposure. She groaned, feeling the bud of her clitoris and her pussy juice starting to take the inevitable trip down her inside thigh.
"Lift yourself up girl."
"Yes miss."
Danielle watched as Laura spread herself showing off the thick labia and the slickness of that smooth, hairless, pale femininity waiting to ensnare her. She could feel her head beating faster as she leaned down to spread the labial lips to expose the pink tightness, already wet and be-juiced, awaiting Danielle's insistent touch.
Laura could feel Dani's breath on the backs of her thighs and she squirmed as Danielle made the presence of her tongue felt, pressing her face into Laura's nether regions.
"Press yourself back towards me, girl, I want to lap your sex."
"I thought...mmmm... we were just going to consider the condition of woman in Socratic debate?"
"I think someone is going to get spanked, if she doesn't use more hip and less lip."
Laura bit her lip and let her small breasts hang down over the massage board, before pushing back and showing herself off as requested.
"You're right though," smiled Danielle, pushing two fingers into Laura's pink twat.
"Mmmmm."
"Yes, we'll use the Socratic method. I'll ask you a bunch of questions as I finger fuck you."
"Are prizes awarded?"
"You are the only prize pet."
"That's good miss."
"Why's that?"
"Your third finger will really prize me apart."
"Once again you read my mind, girl; and the pad of my thumb on your arsehole?"
"I think it's just being wicked."
"Wicked is as wicked does," grinned Danielle as she pressed her thumb into Laura's pretty white backside. Laura groaned.
"What are you doing, miss?"
"I'm attempting to release your inner juices – now, open those flood gates, pet."
"Is that an allegory or just an order, miss?"
"An order, cunt."
"This moist white cunt is at your disposal, miss."
"Excellent."
Danielle grazed her other hand up Laura's inner thighs and then pinched the girl's clit hard, watching the tight belly tremble, taught with expectation.
"You're a very damp cunt, Laura."
Laura said nothing. She just closed her eyes and leant back, while Danielle pushed her little finger inside the wetness so that four fingers now sluiced in and out of Laura's sex.
Dani kissed Laura's arse cheeks and then proceeded to lick between them, tasting where her thumb had so recently been, whilst her hand slipped inside the young woman's wet desire.
"I'm quite ecstatic to be using you again, flower girl."
"I don't look graceless and ridiculous then?"
"Of course not! You're lovely."
"Just checking my platonic sightlines."
Danielle responded by pumping her fingers in and out of Laura's pussy experimentally, watching Laura spread as far as she could to help Dani own the cunt of her choosing.
"Do you like this, Laura?"
"I like to please - you know this."
"I know, but are you pleased too?"
"Yes,"
"Good." Danielle smiled and pushed the widest part of her hand into Laura's receptive sex, squeezing her thumb in too.
"I'll have a capacious cunt at this rate," Laura giggled.
"That's kind of the idea!"
"You want to fist me then?"
"I think I am already. And I do - amongst other things," Danielle grinned evilly. "If you're good I might even list these "things"."
"Oh my."
Dani diddled the girl's clitoris and watching her wriggle despite herself. "I'll flick my tongue across your arse again in a moment."
"Should I look over my shoulder as I appreciate your flicks, miss?"
"Yes – you can wet my fingers with your mouth."
"But you only like me to do that when you take me anally."
"Careful: I might find a way to occupy that mouth of yours."
"Oh?"
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nbsp; "I have ideas."
"Yes, miss. Anything I should know about?"
"In time; right now, let me enjoy your wriggling body and your pussy wriggling around my hand."
"Yes miss," Laura sighed as Dani pushed her fingers in and out of her sopping wet sex, slowly at first, but eventually picking up speed as Laura's stretched vagina got used to the black woman's fist within her. Laura appeared to resist a little by squeezing her thighs together but was rewarded with a hearty spank from Danielle's other hand.
Laura squealed and gasped, heedless of the wanton way she must have looked, lost to everything but her former mistress's clever touches. She felt Danielle's fingers within her, speeding up and then slowing down to prolong the sensation and stop the girl from coming.
"You'll come when I say so, girl," Dani laughed almost cruelly.
"Inevitably."
"It's only as inevitable as your mind considering the allegory of my fist in your cave."
"Oh god"
"No goddess... and I'm your goddess, Laura. And I'm going to free you of all your petty inhibitions again."
"But miss."
"And it's a lovely butt, Laura – I look forward to marking it and plugging it again – now come for me like a good cunt," Danielle grinned and spanked the white girl hard with her dark hand, pistoning her hand in and out of the girl's cunt.
"Oh missss! Miss! Missssss! "
"See - you can't stay chained to the cave wall, forever."
"I can so too," Laura breathed heavily, coming down from her post-orgasmic high.
"Oh no, you can't. It's not a nice cave."
"Nice cave; nice shadows; nice hobbits - oops - wrong cave."
Danielle laughed despite herself, watching the girl giggle foolishly: "Mmm - you're cute when you pretend to be vapid."
"I am vapid."
"No."
"We flower girls get accustomed to our density and darkness," Laura smiled and turned over, reaching down for a blouse to cover herself.
"No, dearest."
"No?"
"Stay naked for me. And think of me as your surrounding darkness; and I will think of the darkness inside you, waiting for me."
"How do you mean?"
"I'll let you stew on that."
"Hey - no fair! Miss Meanie-head."
"You don't like surprises?
"I just don't think you should withhold vital information. You are the intellectual guide round here."
"I never withhold button holes compliments on your shoes or a ready tongue."
"So you don't, but I'm not withholding information. I'm just waiting for the right time to take you back again."
"I'll withhold my tongue until you find the right time, miss."
"You drive a tough bargain."
"I can laugh at the cheap shoes you'll be wearing at your convocation too while showing off my Jimmy Choos."
"Yikes."
"I'd walk around the pool naked, but for said heels, if you hadn't fist-fucked me quite so rigorously, miss."
"mmm."
"The Choos are red to go with the recently discarded panties."
"I do appreciate colour coordination."
"I try to look good - comes with the selling."
"Never sell yourself cheaply, Laura."
"Yes miss. So tell me the truth about the darkness inside of me?"
"I just think you have a hole that needs to be filled."
"Again?"
"Mhm: a few of them, actually."
"I feel like a pie crust now."
"You shouldn't," Danielle smiled. "Though you will get lots inside you if I have anything to say about it."
"Are you going to mate me with your gardener?"
"No, I'm going to fuck you with my strappy."
"Oooh! Yes please."
"It's hot when you beg, pet."
"Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please..."
"Mmm"
"When will you take me back?"
"When you eventually earn the honour."
"No – now, Danielle."
"Don't be impatient."
"I'm not. I just think you need to take me as I need to be taken."
"I will: just not now."
Laura looked sulkily at the ground as she slipped her panties back on and hunted for her skirt, buttoning it up with a frown on her face. Then she reached round to put her hair back up: "Where's my hair band?"
"I've hidden it."
"I need to go, Danielle."
"I've forgotten where I hid it."
"Get me one of yours then."
"Foiled again!"
"Stop the games," Laura said crossly as she buttoned her blouse hurriedly.
"You forgot your bra."
"Have it as a memento."
"Don't you want a shower," asked Danielle. "Or a dip in the pool?"
"No, I'm late already," said Laura coldly, hunting in her handbag for her makeup bag.
"You're really leaving now?"
"Tell me when you'll take me back and then perhaps I'll stay."
"You drive a hard bargain."
"Yup."
"You normally win, don't you?"
"No - but I want to today."
"Ok...I'll take you back."
"When?"
"When it suit me."
"That's not the right answer."
"And you are the one to decide that, Laura Black?"
"Yes."
"I don't think so, pet. Now think of a dystopian fantasy and double it."
"Shan't."
Danielle smiled weakly. "You're sweet when you pout."
"Hardly."
"Extremely."
"Sometimes, I'll concede."
"You give me much more leeway than you really want to, you know."
"Maybe," Laura shrugged.
"Most girls wouldn't have left by now."
"I like your intellect - makes me feel more intelligent. I like the way you can celebrate your gift even if you don't share all your secrets or take me when I'm clearly here to be taken."
"You make a good fuck-toy Laura."
"Is that all?"
"No. Your head band is in the pool."
"Oh yes – I'd forgotten. It fell in earlier."
"You could try not to litter my pool, toy."
"Shall I just jump in your pool and have done with it?" Laura said ironically and stood up by the side of the pool, looking for the band that had drifted to the bottom of the pool.
"You've convinced me."
"Convinced you, miss?" Queried Laura, leaning forward to locate the band at the bottom of the deep end of the pool.
"Convinced me to take my mother to the ceremony and convinced me to detain you all afternoon," said Danielle standing up and coming up behind the younger woman.
"Detain me all afternoon... but the shop...?"
"The shop will be fine, pet."
"What will you tell them?"
"That you are developing some of the features of my garden. Where's the band then?"
"What features?" asked Laura and pointed to the band.
"The water features," said Danielle brusquely. "Now why don't you go fetch it like a good little fuck-toy?"
Laura half-turned and was convinced that Danielle smiled coolly as she gave Laura a telling nudge before stepping back to avoid the worst of the resultant splash.
"You utter beast," squealed Laura eventually as she surfaced, "you horrid, horrid beast."
"Aren't I just?" Danielle nodded happily, watching the girl tread water. "Did you find the hair-band?"
"No."
"Well dive down and look for it, while I ring your employers and tell them that you are doing some extra work re-arranging my garden this afternoon."
"Bitch," muttered Laura under her breath.
Danielle watched the girl dive down, careless of the fact that her skirt had rucked up round her waist and that her little red sodden panties were quite transparent.
Laura w
as quite as lovely as she remembered. The warm contours of her thighs and buttocks that bruised so easily when caned; the wildness of her cry when whipped; the softness of that breast, revealed once more through a very translucent blouse now, that she had pinched and pressed so many times when they were together.
Ah sweet memories indeed – and wasn't it nice that they had returned to haunt her – such serendipity. She bent to pick up the florist's card. As she dialled the number, Danielle smiled mischievously to herself.
She didn't want the young woman to get into too much trouble; though she would have some fun teasing Laura and whipping her on her employer's soon to be much maligned behalf and there was that "bitch" remark to be paid for and the girl's audacity for interrupting her.
Yes, Danielle Thorbin was going to have some long overdue fun that afternoon.
The End.
The Tequila Shot Orgy
I'll call her Red, because she had reddish tints in her black hair and because she told me her name was Elliot I figured that was bullshit. Most girls give out fake names on meeting in a bar or party because they think they'll never see you again. Hey, everyone lies to everyone. I do it myself. But Elliot? I mean what happened to Barbara, or Sarah? Anyway, who really gives a shit? A hot broad is just that: a hot broad.
"I was hoping you'd come to the party," she said, smiling at me. "I watched you at practice yesterday. You were sensational!"
I should mention that I arrived at St. Joe's with High School All American credentials. St. Joe's, while a decent school basketball-wise, wasn't in the same league as St. John's, Kentucky, or North Carolina back in the early Seventies, but they were good enough to get the occasional NCAA invite.
Anyway, the broad, multi-hued horizontal stripes on Red's tight dress were the sort of thing only petite women can get away with. The front of the dress was zipped only half way, revealing a sports-bra that strained to keep its heavy payload in place. Red's curly redish-black hair framed a kind and intelligent face.
I mumbled something about having a smoke. "I'll come with you," she responded. My best buddy Farrell, who had been flirting with a couple of shy girls, snapped some pictures of us, then went back to the girls. I would treasure the pics for years, jerking off to Red's facial expression in the picture's as I recalled what transpired later.
It was only later, as we sat side by side on a couch by the dance floor that I found out Red was from Brooklyn, not far away from where Farrell and I hailed from. That being Jersey City.
