by Lynn, KT
Before Ashley could protest again, Gina's mouth was back on her breasts, this time sucking on pale flesh until blood rose to the surface. The brunette's teeth scraped over Ashley's hardened nipples and the younger woman cried out. The blonde felt the juncture between her legs growing wet and her brain scrambled to make sense of her conflicting emotions. What Gina was doing felt amazing – the sharp nips, the harsh tugs – but in the back of her mind, she was uncomfortably aware of who was doing it. With each increase in pleasure, a part of her mind screamed that she wasn't attracted to women.
“Now,” Gina sat back, her own pert breasts heaving with each gulp of air. “We get to explore below the waist.”
Ashley went pale, then bright red in a matter of seconds, mind reeling. What was Gina going to do now? Was she going to touch her down there? Or, Ashley stopped breathing for several seconds out of either horror or anticipation, she wasn't sure which, was her friend going to use her mouth?
“Let's start on the guy,” Gina stood abruptly, grateful for her tiny black skirt. She wasn't sure what Ashley would say or do if she saw how wet her own thighs were, and not all of it was from her encounter with Austin. In fact, the majority of it wasn't. Gina reached into the top drawer of her nightstand, grabbed what she'd been looking for and turned back around with a triumphant smile.
Ashley felt her jaw drop and her eyes bug. Her brain tried to refuse to acknowledge what she was seeing but she couldn't. What in the world was Gina going to do with that?
“Let's see what you can do with this,” Gina returned to the bed, a wicked gleam in her emerald eyes. She held out her hand and Ashley nearly fell off the bed. “Come on, Ashley, it's not like you don't...” her voice trailed off as her eyes widened in realization. “You don't have one?”
The blonde shook her head. “Of course not. That's...” her cheeks flamed and she changed the course of the conversation. “Why would you need that? You can have any guy you want.”
“Because,” Gina retracted her hand. “As you heard, guys don't always finish the job to a woman's satisfaction.”
Ashley stared as Gina ran the flesh-colored phallus over her bottom lip. Her mind suddenly flashed back to a night of awkward groping. The deep echo of her ex's words ran in her ears. “Come on, all the girls do it.” She hadn't been able to bring herself to put it in her mouth then, choosing instead to let him claim her virginity. It had been over in seconds and he'd never asked her for a blow job again. Why bother when she was willing to spread her legs?
Gina watched the expressions play across her friend's face and understanding dawned. “You've never given a blow job, have you?”
The younger girl thought for her that she'd die from embarrassment and a part of her wished she would just so this would be over. She shook her head, eyes dropping to her hands. Gina's hand on her chin made her jump.
“Let me show you how it's done,” Gina kept her hand where it was and used the other to bring the dildo to her lips. “Rule number one, watch the teeth. If your man likes a bit of pain, he'll tell you. Otherwise, sheath the teeth.”
Her hand dropped from Ashley's face and the blonde leaned forward, just enough for Gina to see the shift. The other woman's resistance was crumbling. Gina ran the tip of her tongue around the crown to draw Ashley's eyes where she wanted them. Without another word, she slipped the dildo into her mouth, the taste of rubber and soap heavy on her tastebuds. Wide blue eyes watched all seven inches disappear between pouting red lips, the head dropping down the brunette's throat. Gina hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard and working her tongue around the shaft and head as she drew it back out.
“I can't do that,” Ashley whispered after Gina had repeated her performance a few times. “I'd choke.”
Gina swallowed as the tip left her mouth. “It takes some practice before you can take it all, especially if your gag reflex is strong.” Her voice had a rougher edge to it. “But, your man'll be grateful you tried and it'll make things easier.”
“Easier how?” Ashley could feel her body responding despite herself.
“Lubrication,” Gina winked. “And if you're lucky, he'll reciprocate.”
“Recipro... oh,” Ashley breathed the last word.
The older girl moved back so she could pull her legs up enough for what she wanted to do next. She felt Ashley's eyes on her, but chose not to look this time. She had the blonde's attention and didn't think she was in danger of losing it any time soon. She kept her voice low and soft. “When he enters you, fucks you, you need to know if you want him to go faster and harder or deep and slow.” Gina didn't move her skirt, keeping it around her hips so that Ashley couldn't quite see her recently waxed pussy. The brunette slid the dildo up between her legs, closing her eyes as the cool rubber touched her lower lips. A moan fell from her mouth as she penetrated herself.
Ashley couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything but stare at her friend, at the small breasts rising and falling, at the flesh-colored phallus disappearing between smooth thighs. Something low in her belly tightened in a way she'd never felt before, not with her previous boyfriend, not with Mark.
Gina slid her free hand under the top of her skirt, fingers expertly manipulating her aching clit. Her entire body shuddered, pleasure coursing through her as her hands worked in tandem. She could feel the pressure in her body building and knew it wouldn't be long. She'd been tense from the moment Austin had left her on the edge of what she'd been sure would have been at least a satisfying orgasm. Then, working on Ashley had her creaming and ready to explode. With a small cry, her release washed over her, body quivering as the tension eased out of her.
Watching her friend climax made Ashley distinctly uncomfortable but she couldn't seem to look away. She was captivated by the moment, the way Gina's lips had parted, a wordless exhalation passing through them. The dusky rose flush that spread underneath the tanned skin. The light sheen of sweat that had broken out over the brunette's body as her back arched. The way her relaxation was almost visible.
When Gina opened her eyes, she knew she'd find Ashley still watching. She slipped the dildo out of her pussy and removed her hand from underneath her skirt. The toy she set aside, her hand she raised to her mouth. Green eyes locked with blue as Gina slid her fingers into her mouth, savoring the flavor of herself and the faint latex aftertaste from Austin's condom.
“Your turn,” Gina dropped her hand to her breast, fingers leaving a cool trail of saliva as she traced over her still-heated flesh.
“I-I...” Ashley stammered. She was torn. Her body felt like it was on fire and she wanted, no she needed, relief, but she couldn't bring herself to do what Gina had just done. Not with the same thing. Not with her friend watching.
“Let's back up to the reciprocation then,” Gina grinned. She climbed off the bed, purposefully spreading her legs to give Ashley a glimpse of the wet folds beneath. The brunette moved so she was directly in front of the other's woman's feet and then dropped to her knees. She kept her eyes on Ashley as she grabbed her friend's ankles and yanked the girl towards her.
Ashley let out an undignified squawk as her ass slid across the bed until it was just an inch from the edge. Her shoulders were propped up by her pillows, giving her the perfect view of Gina's sultry wink when the older woman pulled her legs apart. She started to struggle, unsure if it was because she didn't want Gina to see how she'd soaked through the crotch of her panties or because she was still resisting the idea of what they were doing.
“Shit, Ash,” Gina breathed. Her cunt throbbed as she saw the nearly transparent fabric covering Ashley's mound. She bent forward, ignoring the blonde's protest, and ran her tongue across the wet cotton. Ashley made a strangled sound and Gina wrapped her arms around her friend's thighs as she settled into place.
She briefly considered removing the underwear but decided that it would break the mood. Besides, she kind of thought it was hot to do this while they both retained some of their clothing. She pushed aside the distraction and focused on the task at han
d. She used one long finger to pull aside Ashley's panties, earning another negative sound. She ignored it again. The younger girl wasn't trying to move away, wasn't actually asking her to stop, and the juices glistening in the fine blonde pubic hair told a different story than the noises being made.
All the same, she spoke before starting. “When your man eats you out, you should be able to help him. Not every man, damn few in fact, actually know what they're doing. They'll take a few licks, maybe at your clit, maybe at your hole, then think that's good enough. You need to know what feels good, how to encourage him when he's doing well, how to direct him when he's not.”
Her eyes darted up to Ashley's face. “Talk to him. Tell him where you want him to go, what you want him to do. Suck your clit? Hard? Not so hard? Lick from bottom to top like you're an ice cream cone on a hot summer day? Fuck you with his tongue? Add a few fingers? Maybe you want him to go a bit lower, stick his tongue or a finger in your ass?”
Ashley gasped.
“If you don't know what you want, all you're going to get, even if you do manage to get him into bed, is a few quick pumps and a 'well that was fun.' If you want to keep him, you have to know what to do.”
Ashley swallowed hard, hands clenched into fists at her sides. This was really happening. Her friend, this beautiful sexy woman who'd already fucked half a dozen guys and it was only halfway into the first semester, was going to put her mouth... the blonde keened as Gina's tongue took its first pass. How had she never known it could feel like this? Nothing her boyfriend had ever done had created this intense burning that seemed to spread through her entire body, lighting every cell on fire, the center of which was wherever Gina's talented mouth was venturing.
First it was just licking, running from the center up to the top, circling that little nub of nerves that was screaming for attention. Then the brunette was working her tongue into her cunt itself, lapping at the walls and dancing across the sensitive skin until Ashley was writhing, pleading for something more, something that would push her over the cliff that she was dancing on.
“Please, Gina, please, I need – I need – I...” Ashley couldn't find the words to say what she needed, but her friend knew.
Gina placed her hand on Ashley's lower stomach, reveling in the soft skin just below the other woman's belly button. Holding her lightly, but firmly, in place, the older girl took Ashley's clit between her lips and sucked.
Back arching, hips desperately trying to buck, muscles taut, Ashley came, screaming. In that moment, she didn't care that the entire floor could hear her, that the person who'd done this to her was a woman, was her friend. Everything was focused on the nearly too-much pleasure racing across her nerves, short-circuiting her brain. Her nails bit into her palms, the pain just adding to the overwhelming sensations. Her eyes rolled back, body suddenly going limp as she passed out.
“Well,” Gina sat back on her heels, wiping a hand across her mouth. “I'd say that was a success.” She pulled off her skirt, dropping it to the floor next to the bed and then took Ashley's underwear as well. Once both women were naked, she climbed into bed, maneuvering herself behind the blonde. She wrapped her arms around Ashley, tugging up the sheets to give them a bit of coverage. As she was settling everything in place, the blonde came to.
“That was...” Ashley seemed to be searching for what she wanted to say.
“A lot of fun,” Gina tried to keep her tone light. The other girl wasn't pulling away, so she didn't want to push the subject. “Do you feel ready to try for Mark again?”
“Mark?” Confusion passed over Ashley's face for a moment. “Oh, right. Mark.” She frowned, then snuggled back against Gina. “I don't think so. I think we may need to practice a bit more.”
Gina chuckled, warmth spreading through her. She pressed her lips against Ashley's temple. “Whatever you want.”
“Maybe this time,” Ashley flushed. “I could reciprocate.”
The older girl bit back a groan at the image of those pretty butterscotch curls pressed between her legs. “That would be amazing.” She tightened her arms around Ashley. “First, sleep. After all, we'll have plenty of time to continue practicing.”
Elena Shaved
[Blind Date with the Billionaire: Part III]
by Alora Matisse
Themes: BDSM;
Note: Blind Date with the Billionaire Parts I,II, & V can be found in Filthy Smut (Vol. 2) and Filthy Smut (Vol. 4)
“Hold still,” Michael instructed. “I don’t want to cut you.”
“I am still,” Elena replied, though that wasn’t quite true. She squirmed a bit under the cold of the shaving cream. The bathroom floor, too, was cold beneath her bare ass. She wanted to hold still, but that wasn’t quite the same as actually being still.
Michael dragged the razor carefully over Elena’s neatly trimmed public hair. Though she could not see him, she could feel the sharp blade glide over her skin and she willed herself to remain absolutely immobile.
He had promised her a unique experience and Michael did not disappoint her. He had tied her hands together over her head using leather restraints and placed the blindfold over her eyes. She could smell the shaving cream and could smell the leather of the restraints, the scents combining in a very enticing way.
It seemed like such a simple act, just removing some excess hair, yet there was definite possessiveness to the act. Michael was marking her – even though it was just in a temporary way. He continued to amaze and excite her with every passing day.
Elena barely dared to breathe when she felt the razor against her sensitive skin. It was highly erotic, the cold metal against her warmth. “You’re washing away all the shaving cream,” he teased and Elena blushed. She knew she was incredibly wet and she could feel herself making a puddle on the bare floor.
“I knew I should have put a towel under you,” Michael chastised. “Very, very messy.” Elena felt her blush deepen and she tried to imagine how she looked to him, sprawled and tied on the cold bathroom floor. This bathroom was attached to Michael’s master bedroom, but this was the first time she had ever been inside of the room.
She was lost in the scents and the sensations and with being with Michael. She didn’t know where this was headed, but she definitely wanted to find out. She did, though, remember each moment that led to her being tied up on Michael’s bedroom floor.
On Thursday night, Elena arrived at Michael’s front door as instructed. She was having fond memories of their previous weekend and the delightful pool exploits. Her face felt bright red, a shade that matched her new favorite lipstick. She was wearing a red dress – a color that she rarely wore – but she was feeling inspired and excited.
Her heart was beating so furiously that she was sure Michael could hear it on the other side of the door. Just in the slight chance that only she could hear the frantic racing of her heart, she rang the doorbell.
Her smile faltered a bit when the door opened and Michael wasn’t on the other side. She was certain of the address and recognized the house, but the woman answering the door was decidedly not familiar.
“Ms. Carter, please come in,” the woman said, opening the door to fully allow Elena inside. Elena did so, glancing at the woman. “Mr. Anderson instructed me to place you in the library to wait for him.”
Elena made a point not to linger in the foyer, as memories of the last time she had been there flooded her mind. She felt a distinct tingling wondering if she would have similar memories in all the rooms in Michael’s house. She noticed that she was lagging behind the woman and she quickened her pace.
Elena followed her into the library and the woman closed the door behind her. Strange, but she had never thought of Michael as “Mr. Anderson” before, though she did know that was his last name. Of course she had not realized that he had servants either, but now she knew he had at least one housekeeper. It made sense, of course. After all, it was a large house and she knew that Michael was quite busy with work. She had been learning how important hi
s job was to him, even though she still had just a vague notion of what his business did.
Being in the library ordinarily would have thrilled Elena, as his private collection of books was astonishing. Tonight, though, her mind was elsewhere – to wherever in the house Michael was. She knew he had to be close and she couldn’t help her innate curiosity. She felt drawn to him, as though she had to see him even though she knew it was irrational. After all, he would be with her as soon as he finished whatever business he was conducting.
Elena opened the heavy library door and peered out, not seeing anyone in the hallway so she squeezed through the doorway and began walking as quietly as possible down the hall, searching for signs of Michael and whatever might be happening within his house. She walked slowly, not wanting her heels to make too much noise on the floor. She decided not to take off her shoes, as she might have a hard time explaining why she was wandering around Michael’s house carrying her high heels with her.
Elena listened in the stillness of the house and in the quiet she heard voices coming from a room near the end of the hallway. She eased her way toward Michael’s home office – or what she thought was his office. She had been paying attention to Michael’s tour, but he had such a disarming way of distracting her. She blushed again just thinking of him and then distinctly heard his voice. Just the sound of it made her listen intently, even though he wasn’t talking to her.
