The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotic Stories

by Barbara Cardy

  The fact that she could be caught and fired only heightened Sara’s excitement as she pulled off her own clothes. The neatly starched white blouse and the crisp black slacks were tossed to one side and she saw the admiring gaze her companion levelled on her large dark nipples. The skin covering her pussy was soft and clean shaven. Her clit protruded from between her fat lips as she put her harness on. She heard an indrawn breath and looked up in time to see a look of utter longing on the blonde’s face as she gaped at the thick, long cock that jutted out from Sara’s womanly curves in a dizzyingly sexy juxtaposition.

  There was no slow slide into sex. Jamie went to her knees with a greedy whimper. Her mouth opened, the cock slid past pearly teeth and an artful triangle of tongue came out and swiped at the head playfully before the belly of it disappeared down the arch of her throat. Sara dug her fingernails into scalp, relishing the soft sounds coming from her partner. The cock slid deeper and came back out glistening. The sight of it fucking that pretty face made Sara’s senses light up and she found herself pushing harder and faster, hips bucking and jerking helplessly as sensation slammed into her clit and spread through her cunt.

  “Make me come, pretty,” she said hoarsely. “Suck my cock until I come in your mouth.”

  Jamie nodded obediently and Sara bit her lips together to suppress her cries while wave after wave of orgasm rushed through her. Come dripped from her pussy and slid into the leather of her harness, her fingers tightened their grip and she pulled that face closer, fucking it faster. There were wet slurping sounds that made her spurt again. She had to pull out and back away in order to regain control, which she did quickly.

  The room was essentially bare but for a high twin bed with an old-fashioned iron foot and headboard and a long dresser. Sara got her playmate to her feet, and then guided her over to the bed. She pulled rope from her bag, a powerful vibrator and a roll of silvery duct tape before looking questioningly at her prey.

  “Are you up for this?”

  “Give it to me.” The answer was reckless, spoken in a breathless rush and Sara grinned as endorphins began to flood her system. She bent Jamie over the side of the bed, threaded the nylon rope around her wrists in long loops then hog-tied her hands behind her back. She forced her legs to open wide then made loops around each ankle, caressing the slinky straps of the stilettos as she removed them. With them on, the blonde was simply too tall. With loops finished, she tied the free ends of the rope to the feet of the bed. The rope was not to keep her in place, the extra lengths of it between her ankles would allow her to move, but it was the sensation of being in bondage that Sara wanted to impart. She stepped back and surveyed the bound woman with a pleased look on her face; the position made the other woman’s ass lift and her pussy was clearly visible. Her legs were already trembling with strain and effort. Her pubic curls were soaked and juice slipped down the insides of her thighs. Sara duct-taped her mouth and instructed her to hold up two fingers if she needed to stop. Then she began.

  She lightly slapped the exposed ass cheeks, her hands barely striking the skin. As the flesh began to warm and redden, she hit harder, enjoying the moans coming from behind the duct tape and the way the blonde arched up higher to get her spanking. Sara smacked her left cheek then slid a finger along the juicy pocket of pussy. It opened beneath her probing; the scent of arousal teased at her nostrils and slick warm oil coated her finger. She caressed and stroked, sliding her finger in and out in a slow and gentle motion and then she got on her knees and put her face into hot pussy.

  Jamie jerked and gasped as Sara’s tongue flicked across her lips, then higher. Sara used her fingers to stretch the tender labia open and used her tongue to massage the hard clit, working it under the hood and sucking gently at the beaded pearls of pussy juice and come. The blonde rocked helplessly against her face, grinding and humping at her mouth in a nearly frenzied motion.

  “You come when I say and not before,” Sara said and pulled away.

  Jamie whined out her dismay but Sara ignored it. She stood and positioned herself so that the head of the cock lay against the opening of Jamie’s pussy and then she slid inside her in one long hard movement. The cock was swallowed by the pink flesh and the blonde’s one visible eye rolled back in her head. To up the ante Sara leaned back a bit and gave her four more smacks on her ass then reached around the taut waist and used her fingers to rub the clit.

  “You want to come, don’t you?” she taunted and Jamie sobbed out a yes. “Be a good girl and take my dick and I will let you come, but if you come before I say, I will have to make you pay for it. You don’t want that, do you?”

  “No . . . Yes . . . please . . .”

  Sara waited until she knew the blonde was on the outer edges of an orgasm before speaking again. “Come,” she ordered.

  Come puddled and oozed from around the cock. Sara thrust faster, her hips slamming against the blonde’s ass cheeks. The bed shook and Jamie’s tiny tits bounced while her fingers made grabs at the empty air. A red flush lit her cheeks and forehead and her thighs quivered, all undeniable signs of her pleasure. But Sara was not done with her yet.

  She reached for the vibrator, turned it on and placed it against the shuddering clit. Her cock teased the puckered seam of the other woman’s asshole and her eyes went wide. Her body jerked forwards and her cries became frantic.

  “Yes?” Sara asked.

  Jamie nodded furiously, her hair falling across her gagged face. Sara pulled her hair away so the half of her face not pressed into the mattress could be seen, then moved into her ass slowly, inch by inch, savouring the duelling expressions of pleasure and pain on her face. Her own pussy ached with the need to come and she deliberately slowed down, prolonging her pleasure. The vibrator hummed and tears leaked down the blonde’s cheeks. Sara moved faster, her own needs taking precedence for a moment and she growled out, “I want you to come again. You come right now dammit while I am in your ass.”

  They both came, Sara biting at her lips to keep from screaming while her cunt clenched and opened, clenched and opened, with Jamie crying and begging behind her gag.

  Satiated, Sara pulled out and collapsed in a heap beside her victim, waiting for her breathing to return to normal. When it did, she untied her then removed the tape carefully, gathered her close and held her for a long few minutes. Her face pressed into the hollow of the creamy throat. She could smell perfume and cigarettes, feel the silken skin just beneath the skin of her own cheek.

  “I am so fired,” Sara said and began to laugh.

  “Don’t worry, if anyone says something about you being gone, I’ll just tell them I needed your help because I spilled a drink on my dress or something.”

  “My boss is a bitch. She wouldn’t care what the excuse was.” Sara stretched and yawned and then added, “It’s not really a great gig anyway.”

  “Are you saying I am worth getting fired?” There was a laugh in that voice and Sara shrugged, unwilling to concede the point. But in her head she yelled a loud hell yes. “Well, your boss won’t fire you. My parents use her all the time and if I say I needed you nobody would question it.”

  “Your parents?” Sara turned her head to look at the blonde. “This is your home?”

  “I grew up here but I live in London now. I was just visiting and I’m leaving again in the morning. I wasn’t going to be at the party tonight because I had to meet some old friends but we ended things early and now I’m glad we did.”

  “It’s too bad you have to leave so soon,” Sara said. “There are any number of things I would like to do to you.”

  Jamie slipped from the bed and began to pull her dress back on. Sara felt a pang of regret at the sight of it covering that luscious body. “Ah well, maybe we’ll meet again.”

  Sara climbed out of the bed and began to hunt for her panties. “Maybe so.”

  They took turns leaving, each of them stopping by the bathroom and Sara making an extra stop to toss her bag back into the employees’ room. The party h
ad died down; only those too drunk or foolish to know they had overstayed their welcome were left. Stale smoke made Sara’s eyes itch and she began the task of removing glasses that had been left carelessly on one small side table. If her absence had been noticed, nobody mentioned it. Jamie disappeared into a corner with her parents and then vanished altogether. A final guest, a man who walked far too carefully and kept asking if the cab had arrived yet despite being told repeatedly that it had, went through the doors of the elevator that opened into the living room. The doors gave a pneumatic wheeze behind him and Sara picked up a lipstick-printed champagne flute and a long gauzy scarf that someone had left behind.

  “I was thinking of heading out for a drink when we get done here,” Linda, the cute little redhead who had started her first day on the job that afternoon, said as she cleared crumpled napkins off a low coffee table. “You want to come?”

  Sara started to say no and then she changed her mind. She had had some fun but it was early and there were a lot of things a girl could do on a long night. Especially if she was in the company of a beautiful redhead.

  “Sure,” Sara said. “I just have to grab my bag.”

  SHY GIRL

  Kannan Feng

  When Tanya got the message to come straight home after work, her heart beat faster and a warm fire licked between her legs. As she hurried to put away her papers, she thought back to the words that had started it all.

  You’re a shy girl, aren’t you?

  Tanya hadn’t thought it was fair; anyone would be shy around Valentine. Valentine was tall and lean with a mane of curly black hair that fell to her waist and bright white teeth that flashed sharply when she smiled.

  They had been together for two years, and Tanya hadn’t changed. She was still shy, and she knew that it wouldn’t make any difference at all to Valentine.

  Tanya sat straight as a yardstick on the high stool, her neat bare feet tucked into the rungs and her blindfolded face held high and proud. She felt too aware of her full breasts and their bare weight on her body and of the way the tips of her blonde hair swept her shoulders. Her hands were clasped to the small of her back, gripping each other nervously. Dressed only in a long cotton skirt, she could feel the warm summer breeze from the window. Somewhere below, she could hear the crowds laughing and shouting. It was another Friday night downtown, but up in their apartment, it might as well have been another country.

  She strained her ears to hear where Valentine might be in the room, but the other woman was as light-footed as cat. She thought about Valentine’s clever hands reaching into the innocent wooden chest by the bed and she shuddered in both dread and anticipation.

  “Pretty girl’s hot for it tonight, isn’t she?” came Valentine’s soft, sly voice. “You wet for it too?”

  Tanya knew better than to lie. She nodded and then she whimpered when Valentine tapped her lips with a hard finger. She had been standing right in front of the blindfolded woman, and Tanya resisted the urge to reach out to touch her.

  “Speak up, I can’t hear you, love.”

  “Yes . . . yes, ma’am, I’m wet for it.” The words struggled out of her throat, but she said them.

  “Show me.”

  Keeping her hands to her back, Tanya spread her knees apart. She knew the stool was heavy enough not to tip, but without her hands to balance or a back to lean against, she felt as if she was always on the verge of tipping.

  Tanya felt her skirt lift up, and that playful summer breeze teased the skin of her inner thighs and the tender flesh of her newly shaved cunt for just a moment before Valentine’s fingers found her slit. First the other woman only ran the pad of her finger along the lips of Tanya’s cunt and then they pressed in more firmly.

  Tanya’s breath caught as Valentine’s fingers found her clit, circling once and then twice before drawing away. Tanya heard a light smacking sound and she realized that Valentine was tasting her, licking Tanya’s juices from her fingers like spilled wine.

  “You could be wetter,” Valentine remarked, and now Tanya heard her stepping away lightly. She strained her ears and heard the creak of the wooden chest’s lid opening.

  Once Tanya would have demanded to know what was coming out of the chest, but now she only bit her lip and waited. When she questioned Valentine, the result could be a switching with a handful of soaking wet willow withes, or clover clamps tightened cruelly over her delicate nipples. Those things could happen anyway, but now Tanya only waited. Valentine took her time.

  “There now,” she said, stepping closer. “Patient girls get rewarded.”

  Tanya felt something push against her lips, and obediently she opened her mouth to have it filled. Valentine pushed the rubber cock a few inches in before drawing it out again. The smell of the rubber made Tanya’s stomach clench with anticipation. She knew how much this cock would stretch her, she knew how little the rubber would yield. Desperately, she licked the tip, making it as wet as she could while Valentine chuckled.

  “That’s a sweet girl,” Valentine purred, working the cock back and forth in Valentine’s mouth. “You work that big thing.”

  Sooner than Tanya was ready for, Valentine drew it away and gave Tanya a slap on her thigh. “That’s a good girl. On the floor now, on your back.”

  Grateful to be off the stool, Tanya scrambled to the carpeted floor, turning on her back and pulling up her skirt just as Valentine liked.

  “Open wider now, little butterfly.”

  Tanya flushed with embarrassment but she bent her knees and spread her legs. She lifted her hips when Valentine pushed a pillow under her ass, knowing how open she was, how pink her cunt would look. She could feel her own wetness now, and smell it too.

  The head of the rubber cock pushed against her entrance, hard and blunt, and Tanya stifled a soft cry. Instead, she concentrated on breathing steadily, in and out, as Valentine worked the cock into her straining body.

  “Yeah, you look good like that, butterfly,” Val said softly, and Tanya felt a soft, wet kiss on the inside of her thigh. The thought of Valentine’s lips on her flesh made her buck her hips up, and she yelped as she forced more of the cock inside herself.

  “Oh, my girl’s so greedy,” Valentine cooed. “She can’t wait to get filled all the way up, hmmm?”

  There was something sharp in Valentine’s voice, and Tanya felt herself tense. Valentine wanted to play, and Tanya didn’t know what kind of game the other woman had in mind.

  “What’ve you got inside yourself, sweetheart?”

  “Your . . . your cock, ma’am,” Tanya said cautiously. She wished she could see Valentine’s face, but instead she dug her fingers into the carpet. Something was coming, and she felt a delicious heat pool in her lower belly.

  “And what does that make you?”

  “Your slut, ma’am.” The word came out soft and shy. Even after all that she had done with Valentine, had allowed Valentine to do to her, she could only say the word with difficulty.

  “What was that, love?”

  “Your . . . your slut, ma’am.” It was even harder the second time, her voice very nearly a squeak.

  “You don’t sound very convincing,” Valentine said cheer fully. “I think I want to hear you say it like you mean it.”

  “Please, please, ma’am,” Tanya said, her voice quivering, but then Valentine’s hand was wrapped around her bare upper arm and pulling her upright.

  “Come on, girlie, over the stool, and let’s see if we can put some conviction into that wavering little voice.”

  Tanya grasped blindly for the stool and Valentine positioned her over it. The stool’s hard edge pushed into her stomach and she grasped the legs close to the floor. It was the perfect height for her slender frame, and her full breasts hung down over the other side of the seat, leaving her rump positioned perfectly.

  Some nights Valentine took her time with small straps and switches, but tonight she simply pulled down Tanya’s skirt, baring her ass and landing the first sharp, open-handed blow i
n nearly the same motion.

  The crack of skin on skin was like a gunshot in the room, and without even a few gentle smacks for warm-up, the spot tingled before Tanya felt the fiery pain. She let out a delayed gasp, but that was interrupted when Valentine sent a stinging blow to the other cheek.

  “Oh, oh, ma’am, please!”

  “Please what, darling?” enquired Valentine, punctuating her question with another spank. This one fell right at the crease of her thighs, and it sent a rush of warmth between Tanya’s legs.

  “Please . . . please . . .”

  “Please more?” asked Valentine, her voice high and excited. She brought her hand down in a dozen sharp blows, so fast and strong that Tanya could only wail. She could feel the blindfold soak with tears, but it was so much less important than the burning pain of her ass.

  When Valentine paused, the only sound in the room was Tanya’s high whimpers. Her rear felt like it was on fire, and she could feel her own juices drip down her leg.

  Valentine pulled her upright and removed the blindfold. In the dim light, Tanya could see Valentine’s bright smile and the other woman drew her close for a sweet kiss.

  “That’s my darling,” she said, rubbing a soothing hand over Tanya’s abused flesh.

  The sweet touch after the pain made Tanya moan and she leaned her wet face against Valentine’s shoulder, letting the comfort wash over her.

  She had almost forgotten what had caused the spanking in the first place when Valentine whispered in her ear. “Now what are you, Tanya?”

  Tanya was struck silent by surprise, and then she howled when Valentine struck her hard again, directly over one of the worst spots.

  “Well?” she asked. “Do you want the hairbrush over that lot, hmm?”

  “No, no, ma’am, please!”

  In a panic, Tanya reached back to cover her ass with desperate hands. She was painfully aware of how she looked with her skirt around her ankles and her ass glowing red, but the thought of the hard wooden hairbrush applied over her bruises was unbearable.