Climax: Volume 2

by Ella Ford

  Miss Todd was now completely naked but the for the wedge heels and an enormous strap-on dildo that hung between her legs from a complicated leather harness that snaked around her waist and between her legs. With a purposeful motion, she thrust her hips forwards, allowing the ponderous appendage to swing back and forth. I peered at it, horrified and captivated in the same measure. It was fleshy and bulbous, around ten inches long and several thick. The rubbery length was rippled with veins and tipped with a rounded end that was thicker still. She smiled a viper smile and gazed at us both.

  “Now, girls, it’s time I taught you a lesson. Kimmy, Jessica, bend over the couch, show my your pussies,” she commanded.

  “Y-yes, mom,” I replied. “Y-yes, Miss Todd,” said Kimmy and we both slid into position, side by side on the sofa, upper bodies resting on the soft cushions, asses pushed back and pussies exposed.

  “Since you apparently can’t get enough of each other, why don’t you make out for me while I decide which of your pretty holes to use first,” she said.

  I turned to Kimmy and found her doing the same, then, without further encouragement, we started kissing again. As my tongue found hers, I took a moment to reflect on the strangeness of the situation that I found myself in. This wasn’t me, this wasn’t my world. Before last week, I was shy and reclusive, crippled by anxiety and awkwardness. I’d barely kissed anyone before, let alone had sex with a woman. But now, here I was, about to be fucked within an inch of my life by a mysterious lesbian pornographer, just minutes away from having received the orgasm of my life from a submissive human sex slave. On camera to boot! With a mental shrug, I cast off any sense of doubt and focused on Kimmy and her eager mouth, relishing the minty fresh taste of her and the feel of her tongue rolling against mine.

  Suddenly, Kimmy paused and her eyes went wide. I wondered what was happening for a moment and glanced back to find Miss Todd kneeling behind her, thrusting her hips back and forth, driving the thick rod into Kimmy’s pussy. Kimmy blinked twice, then began to breath quickly, moaning as she did so. I felt a surge of pleasure race through me, captivated by the expression on her face and longing to feel the same myself. I kissed her again, and she sluggishly responded, allowing herself to be probed by my tongue. Her hand found my own and I felt her slender fingers wrap around mine, squeezing my hand in time with the quickening strokes of Miss Todd’s cock.

  In time, the pounding became too much and her body began to rock back and forth, caught up on the piston that was ramming into her. It became impossible to maintain the kiss and I laid my head down on the cushion, watching the pretty blonde’s face as she became lost in her own world of private ecstasy. Her mouth fell open, red lips smeared with our passions, and her eyes squeezed shut. I sensed her body become tense as she gripped my hand harder than before. She cried out. “Ah! Ah! Ah! Fuck yes!” she screamed.

  I glanced back to find Miss Todd gazing down at the pair of us with a maniacal stare. She caught my eye and grinned, then slapped Kimmy’s ass hard, causing a sharp crack. Kimmy jumped forward, but was unable to escape. She cried out once more, screaming in pain and enjoyment.

  Suddenly, her head raised from the sofa and the muscles in her neck bulged and strained. Her back arched upwards and her mouth fell open in a silent scream. She held that pose for several long seconds before finally finding her voice. “Ohhhhhhhh!” she cried out loudly, not caring who heard. I felt a sudden pain in my hand as she squeezed it roughly, channeling the power of the orgasm outwards in anyway she could.

  Then she collapsed forward and slid off Miss Todd’s cock. Her body went limp, her face soft and relaxed. She appeared to deflated before my eyes, like a popped balloon. Her expression became one of content exhaustion and her fingers lost their grip on mine.

  “Let that be a lesson Kimmy,” said Miss Todd, and I realized what was about to happen next. My heart skipped a beat, the thrill of anticipation and the fear that I wouldn’t be able to take such a monstrous length. I wasn’t like Kimmy, I had barely any experience. I was suddenly deeply worried about what was going to happen. But I remained where I was, bent double over the sofa, pussy on display.

  “Jessica, it’s your turn now. Do you have anything to say to me before I plough your virgin pussy?” she asked.

  “N-no mom,” I stuttered, wishing she would just get it over with.

  I felt a presence behind me as Miss Todd got into position, then a soft touch on my hips, steadying me, pulling me backwards slightly. I realized that I was pulling away from her, unable to overcome this insistent reluctance completely. I tried to relax, to allow myself to enjoy this.

  Beside me, Kimmy stirred into life and gripped my hand again. She locked her pretty blue eyes onto mine and flashed me a look of reassurance. I felt myself relax slightly, lulled by the softness of her expression and the fading contentment in her eyes.

  Slowly, Miss Todd began to tease the dildo around my pussy, dragging it through my lips, wetting it with the juice of my desire. She pushed it idly against my hole, giving me a tantalizing feeling of its girth as it pushed onto my tight opening. It felt big and wide, still warm from fucking Kimmy.

  Then she eased forwards into me, impaling me with glacial slowness on the thick appendage. I gasped and felt my eyes widen as she entered me, mirroring the expression that had gripped Kimmy’s face minutes before. I felt the rod slide forwards, then she reversed her stroke and pulled backwards, slipping out of me with as much care as she’d taken entering. Then she pushed forwards once more, harder this time, deeper, ramming herself into me and causing me to sigh.

  The feeling was indescribable. An overwhelming sense of being filled, of being complete. Instantly, the fire in my body reignited, and my pussy roared. “Oh yes! Yes!” I cried out and gripped Kimmy’s hand. Then I felt Kimmy kiss me again and I reciprocated forcefully, sliding my mouth on hers, pushing my tongue out to meet hers, eager to taste her again and again.

  Behind me, Miss Todd picked up her pace, driving the moulded dildo into me again and again, faster and faster, deeper and deeper. With every thrust I felt my pleasure ratchet upwards, soaring up to unimagined levels of fulfillment. My entire body felt impaled, limp and loose on Miss Todd’s cock, a slave to her motions, the willing captive of her endless rhythm.

  For endless minutes, I resisted the urge to come, resisted the urge to release myself into the glorious embrace of orgasm once more. I focused on Kimmy and her hungry mouth, trying to ignore the constant pounding of my pussy and the occasional slaps on my ass by Miss Todd. But in the end, it became too much. The overwhelming input of my senses was simply too great for me to push away and I sensed a distant point of no return being crossed.

  Inside me, the orgasm rushed to the fore. A fractured dam of pent up energy gave way and the deluge swept forwards, engulfing everything in its path with an endless surge. I screamed out, and lifted my head far off the sofa, desperate to release this maelstrom somehow, yet unable to escape its roaring force. I began to feel detached, pulled away from my body and lifted skywards, up into the stratosphere. I gazed down with ethereal eyes and surveyed the scene: Miss Todd looming over Kimmy and me, her thick cock pushed into my dripping pussy, forcing me open and filling my body. I saw Kimmy and her pretty face, staring at me, still rocked by her own orgasm and the memory of pleasure. A sensual scene of debauched lesbian passion, it was intoxicating to view, overwhelming to be a part of. The whirling storm of my orgasm surged onwards, ripping at my very being, fueled by the input of my senses.

  And then it left me, releasing its grip on me and letting my soul fall back to my body. I went limp and slid forwards, Miss Todd’s cock leaving my pussy and leaving me with a distant feeling of regret. I exhaled deeply, my lips still touching Kimmy’s mouth. We lay together, two ruined bodies, two spent vessels, devoid of animation or intent.

  “Girls, that’s a wrap!” said Miss Todd from a million miles away.

  Epilogue

  And that’s how it ended. Or, should I say, how it began.


  After that steamy morning at Miss Laura Todd’s house, I became an occasional employee at Kimmy’s Foot Palace. I play “Nerdy Jess”, Kimmy’s shy and retiring next door neighbor; foot crazy, naturally, and hungry for pussy. I know, I know, stereotyping, much? It’s a good job, and a world away from where I started, so much so that I often wonder if all of this is one of my elaborate erotic dreams.

  I also met someone. A woman called Dani. She’s a bit older than me, and a cop. I found her in a Craigslist ad. She was looking for another girl to explore her love of pantyhose with. She was shy and inexperienced when I met her, looking to explore some curious urges that she’d had after a conversation with a friend. I was, of course, happy to oblige her, and, yadda yadda yadda, we’re moving in together next week. I know, right? Me…

  So, I like feet, and you know what, that’s okay. I’m okay with it. I spent a lot of my life pushing the feeling aside, denying it and hoping it would go away. But to what end? Since I’ve embraced my fetish, and explored it to its natural conclusion, I have found such fulfillment, such intense satisfaction. And why not? We’re here on this dumb planet for such a short time that it doesn’t make any sense to do anything other than embrace our deepest passions, our strongest desires. If it doesn’t hurt anyone else, then why wouldn’t you follow your urges?

  Here’s my advice. From one pervert to another. If you have a fetish or a desire, then don’t deny it. You live in a wonderful age of openness and tolerance. And internet porn. If you like a thing, then odds are that someone else does. Find that person, find them and explore your desires together. Whether you like feet, or pantyhose, or girls, or guys, or trannies, or tits, or balls, or asses, or anything! Find that person and fuck together.

  Because life is short. So live yours.

  THE BEGINNING

  Making Their Maid

  by Ella Ford

  Prologue

  The two girls stood side by side, almost completely naked. The brunette wore pretty white stockings, held up by a frilly lace garter belt, and strappy silver sandals on her dainty feet. She was winsome and refined, with shoulder length curls that framed her delicate, pale features. The hooker was a stark contrast to her companion. She wore only bright red platform heels with a peep toe. Her hair was long and straight and a rich auburn. Where the brunette was small and fragile, the hooker was curved and unsubtle; full breasts and wide hips with a face that was painted to entice.

  Both girls’ arms were crossed behind their backs; they stood with their shoulders almost touching and their feet spread slightly apart, waiting. The brunette appeared calm and composed, happy to stand like this for as long as was required, while the hooker appeared twitchy and nervous, clearly resenting this enforced servitude.

  What a pretty pair they make, thought the blonde as she watched them from the hard backed chair. The virgin and the harlot, she added, then smiled at the idea that the brunette was anything like a virgin. Still, she played the role well enough.

  “Listen lady, I told ya, I ain’t into this kinky stuff okay?” protested the hooker with no real conviction in her voice. “I’ll do girls, but this…” she added, trailing off as the blonde locked her withering stare on her.

  “Fine. Then leave. You know the arrangement. Three thousand dollars for one night of your time. If you don’t want it, then Vegas is not short of hookers who will.” She flicked her icy blue eyes across the room to the desk and the pile of crisp, one hundred dollar bills. The hooker followed her gaze and sighed, shoulders slumping as she resigned herself to her fate.

  The blonde turned back to the girls and studied them idly for a few moments, enjoying the submissive way that they stood to attention. She rested her elbow on the arm of the chair and placed her chin in her palm.

  “Turn to face each other,” she whispered. She was no stranger to the company of Vegas hookers, enjoying their company whenever she came to this dreadful city on business. But she had never involved the brunette before. Her mind raced with the possibilities and the thrill of control.

  The two girls turned on their heels, the brunette reacting smartly and instantly, the hooker taking an eternity of seconds to respond.

  “Stand closer,” said the blonde, gesturing them together with a sweep of her hand. The two girls shuffled towards each other until their breasts were pushed together and their toes were almost touching. They stared into each other's eyes, lacking anywhere else to look. It almost looks romantic, thought the blonde with a smirk. She found herself relishing the way their nipples brushed against each other as they breathed, the way the hooker looked down on the shorter brunette.

  “Why don’t you kiss for me?” purred the blonde, crossing her legs and shifting her body in the seat. She could feel her excitement growing, enjoying how it felt to dictate her wishes to the two girls, the way they looked together.

  The hooker snorted in protest, a feeble attempt at rebellion, but then she leaned her head forwards and touched her ruby lips against the brunette’s delicate mouth. The pair were nervous and restrained at first, each kiss nothing more than a light peck, but they soon found themselves lost in the moment and gave in to their desires. In no time at all, their hungry tongues were rolling together, eyes squeezed tightly shut and lips sliding back and forth.

  The blonde allowed them to enjoy each other for several minutes, studying their movements, cataloging the points of contacts on their bodies and the intimate friction they caused as they moved together. Then she stood and slipped the black satin robe off her shoulders.

  The hooker caught sight of her standing from the corner of her eye and gasped, pausing with her lips pressed against the brunette’s. Hanging between the legs of the blonde was an enormous plastic appendage, fastened to her body with an intricate arrangement of thin leather straps that snaked around her waist and through her legs. The blonde swung her hips provocatively, and the thick length swayed before her, a meaty metronome marking out the rhythm of her desire.

  The hooker’s eyes widened and she broke off the kiss, opening her mouth to protest.

  “Don’t even think about it, bitch,” said the blonde with a viper’s smile. “Now both of you, bend over the bed. Let me see those pretty slut pussies of yours,” she commanded, not giving the slightest hint that this was anything other than a firm requirement.

  “Y-yes ma’am,” said the hooker, still eyeing the swaying rod. The brunette nodded as well, her face sparkling with a different emotion to the hooker: anticipation.

  The girls stepped across the room, hand in hand, then dropped together to kneel beside the bed, bending their bodies to rest on the silken bedsheets and spreading their legs wide to reveal the treasures that lay there.

  The blonde casually followed them, watching them move, relishing their bodies and the sense of nervous trepidation that filled the room.

  I’m going to enjoy this, she thought and lowered herself into position behind the trembling hooker.

  The hooker left the room at three am, exhausted and spent, clutching the pile of notes to her chest.

  After she left, the brunette and the blonde curled up on the bed together, the petite brunette resting her head on the blonde’s lap adoringly. The blonde stoked her slender fingers through the other girl’s curls and sighed contentedly.

  “I enjoyed seeing you with another woman,” she said.

  The brunette sighed and smiled, stroking her hand up the inside of the blonde’s naked thigh, not saying a word.

  The blonde thought for a moment, then spoke. “I think it’s time that I got you a plaything.”

  Chapter 1

  “Oh hi! You’re early! Hang on a second, I’ll buzz you in,” said a soft female voice through the gate intercom.

  I took a step back and peered through the imposing wrought iron gates at the house beyond. It was single level and pristine, nestled in the hills overlooking the city and surrounded by a high white wall. The house was modern and clean, with sharp lines and crisp corners, a modern fortress that betrayed n
o hint of the comfort within.

  After a few seconds, the gate began to trundle to the side, propelled by an unseen mechanism hidden in the wall. I took a deep breath, then started to walk up the long path to the house’s intimidatingly large door. I clutched my bag to my side, suddenly very nervous and apprehensive. I needed this job so badly, I really hoped I didn’t screw it up.

  As I approached, the door swung open and a woman stepped out to greet me. A petite brunette with porcelain skin and delicate features. She was wearing a light summer dress with a pretty floral print, tied around her slender neck with a single strap, leaving her shoulders and back bare and revealing her pale, unblemished skin.

  “Hi!” she said pleasantly. a warm smile spreading across her refined face “You must be Leanne?”

  I took a deep breath and composed myself. “Yes, I’m Leanne. I’m pleased to meet you.” I held out my hand and she took it in hers, shaking enthusiastically. “We spoke on the phone?” I added.

  “Yes, yes. You’re the art history major?”

  I blushed, remembering that I’d given the woman as much detail as I could, desperate to get the interview. I’m not sure that having a degree was strictly necessary for the role of housekeeper, but it couldn’t hurt, I figured. “Ah, yes,” I replied with a smirk, “my greatest folly!”

  She smiled back at me and cocked her head to the side. “Oh nonsense,” she said, “what is it they say? ‘An education is something that stays with you long after what you’ve learned has been forgotten’!” She laughed at this and I joined her, instantly put at ease by this woman’s pleasant nature.