by Amy Brent
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“Are you still together?”
Two weeks later she’d gone back to see Sol and her stepbrothers, at their request. It was a family visit—they’d told her as much—but she was a little concerned when Sol showed her to the library where they’d started that epic session. “Yes,” she said, now, watching as Altaire poured her a cup of tea. “He’s learned a lot,” she added. “He makes me so, so happy.”
“We’re glad,” said Mars. He’d taken Calvin’s seat next to her, and his massive hand settled on her knee.
“All right, boys, what do you want?” Alisha asked. “Do you want to fuck me or something?”
Sol turned red. Alisha felt her eyes get big. She’d been joking—the session had been a success, and Calvin was now a much, much better lover. That was the end of it, right? “Seriously?” she asked, standing up. “I don’t fucking believe—”
“Please, hear us out,” said Altaire, now, putting a hand on her shoulder and gently pushing her back into the chair. She glared at him—it’d always been a mystery to her, how a man so slender and reedy could be so strong. “It’s not like that.”
“Then by all means, enlighten me—what’s it like?” she snapped.
Sol ran his fingers over the front of her dress, and she shivered when his touch brushed her nipple. “It’s like this,” Sol said. “We frequently find ourselves aiding single men who want to learn how to please a woman. They need, shall we say, practice. Some of them want to try out bondage, others want to try out being bound. Sometimes we have women, too, who want to command—”
“Wait, what?!”
“We need someone who’s relatively easy to bring to orgasm, a woman who’s open-minded to trying new things, and who isn’t ashamed to get naked in front of strangers—”
She flushed when she remembered that night at Blue Diamond. Hm, maybe they’ll teach me how to go down on the owner, she thought—and then at once she felt a deep and burning shame for having thought that. She was getting propositioned by her brothers—and all she wanted to was a VIP pass to the Blue Diamond? She’d always been a proponent of the idea that sex was fun and should be enjoyed, but the idea of going down on the owner of the Blue Diamond just to get a pass was too close to prostitution. “I never said I was into trying new things,” she protested. Sol looked at her: Really?
“We won’t let anybody else fuck you,” Altaire said, softly. “We’ll make sure that it’s one of us who’s going in-”
“Please, Alisha,” Sol said, brushing her other nipple with his hand. “Was it that bad the last time?”
“No,” she said. “But you’re talking about me having sex with someone else—I’m quite happy with Calvin, okay? You’ve seen to that already.”
“What if we told you that Calvin is okay with it?”
She felt her jaw drop open with surprise. “That doesn’t sound like Calvin at all,” she said. But then again, he had let three strangers touch her, and two of the cocks that had been inside her weren’t his. Sol was looking smugly, infuriatingly, amused again.
“As long as it’s one of us,” Mars said, sliding her dress up her leg. “You’ve got nothing on underneath,” he said, surprised.
“It’s laundry day,” Alisha muttered, turning red. Between that, and everything that Calvin had been doing to make her go wet and wild, she didn’t have anything clean that day. But it didn’t matter, so she’d told herself.
“Alisha,” Sol said, “just try this one thing, okay?”
“One thing,” she repeated.
Sol nodded. Altaire helped her to her feet, and said, “Feet shoulder-width apart, please.”
Sol pulled out a slender stick, with a little piece of stiff leather on the end. “What’s that?” she asked.
“It’s called a riding crop,” Sol said, slapping his own knee with the little patch of stiff leather. “In sex, it’s used to hit certain body parts, to elicit a certain reaction. Some of our clients find this pleasurable to watch—”
“—and some of them find it fun to do,” said Mars.
Sol dragged the crop over her breasts—and then he raised it suddenly and she flinched, bracing herself for the sting. She could imagine it falling on her nipple, the crisp smack as it hit her, the little shot of pain that would go through her. But the blow never fell—and much to her surprise the thought of getting hit made her wet.
So stepped up close to her and reached up her skirt, sliding two fingers into her cunt. “See, if you weren’t into this, you wouldn’t be wet,” he said, softly. “If the thought of you being taught how to take a fist didn’t excite you in the least you would have left at the beginning of this meeting, no matter what I’d asked. If the thought of getting your pussy hit with this stick really left you cold, you’d have closed your legs by now.”
Alisha didn’t know what to say. She didn’t quite know if what Sol was saying was really true, but it felt that way. “And yes,” Sol continued, “there’s the fact that you’re beautiful and we’d like to keep fucking you if we can.”
“We’re prepared to offer you forty percent,” said Mars.
“Forty percent?” she repeated. She was aware she sounded like an idiot.
“Of our profits, from the sessions that include you,” said Altaire. “You are, after all, the one who’s going to be putting up with men who couldn’t find a clit if you tattooed a little sign to it, saying, “I’m the clit!’”
“That doesn’t sound reassuring,” she said.
“But just think,” Altaire said. “You remember how unhappy you were with Calvin just two weeks ago? Just imagine being able to help other women like you—and help them feel what you do and love their men the way you love Calvin.”
Altaire always knew how to appeal to the best in her—but he did have a point: between the three of them they’d saved her relationship with Calvin. She could feel herself wavering. “Doesn’t every woman deserve a shot at happiness?” asked Sol.
“All right,” she agreed. “But first, do me a favor.”
“What’s that?
“Smack my pussy with that,” she said. “I want to know how it feels.”
THE END
ACCIDENTALY YOURS
Chapter one
Charisma looked at her friend and roommate and couldn’t believe that she was living with a girl that was this open with her sexuality. She was wearing nothing but a pair of jeans with no top. She was hanging one leg over the couch, while the other was spread and showing a dampness that came from an oversexed libido. “I think that you should probably put something on. What if we were to get visitors? I would be embarrassed and I don’t think that I would be able to show myself in public again.”
Tonya looked up and saw Charisma, as a very repressed young woman that had never experienced life the way that it was supposed to be. “You need to live a little. It’s more than likely that you need to get laid. You have a stick up your ass and I don’t mean in a good way. Get over yourself. I’m comfortable. If you don’t want to see it, then you don’t have to look.” She was a true musician that starved for her art. Her creative genius came from the inspiration of a nubile creature that she couldn’t get off of her mind.
“I’m perfectly happy the way that I am. I don’t need to get laid. Who says something like that to their roommate? I would think that a little private space might be a good thing.” Charisma saw this purple haired freak, as someone that didn’t know any boundaries. She had no filter and would say anything that was on her mind without worrying about the consequences.
“I don’t know what your problem is. You are a very beautiful woman. That boy friend of yours doesn’t treat you the way that you should be treated. I think that you’re scared that you are going to do something that is out of character. The day that you finally do something that’s out of your comfort zone is the day that I’m going to applaud.” She got up and stepped up to Charisma. Tonya looked up and down her diminutive 5’3 frame and believed that she could break her will and sp
irit. “You have everything going for you. You take my breath away every time that I see you sleeping in the nude.” She could see the look of shock on Charisma’s face and decided that she wasn’t going to pull any punches. “I’ve watched you for some time and I’ve been tempted to pin you down and have my way with you.”
“I can’t believe that you are saying this to me. I don’t need for you to watch me sleep and I think that might be the creepiest thing that I have ever heard in my life. I’m not sure if this is working out anymore and maybe you should move out.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Charisma. You need me and I’m not just talking for the rent. You need me to find the real woman underneath. You can be more than this straight laced blond bitch. You have the kind of body that I would be happy to make my wonderland. I would spend days between your legs, licking that sweet little slit of yours, until you can’t scream anymore. You dress like a fucking nun and you really should try and do something about your attire.” Her naked breasts were pressed up into the C cups of Charisma. Their nipples were actually touching each other.
“You’re making me very uncomfortable.” She knew that she was trapped in a world that she couldn’t get free of. She felt the heat of this Amazon pressing her up against the wall. She tried to move, but her obvious weight advantage kept her exactly where she was. “I have to get ready for my date with Jack. He sent me a message a little while ago and told me that he wanted to talk to me. I think that he’s going to ask me to marry him.” She swallowed hard and the way that Tonya was licking her lips had her legs to trembling with a need that she never thought was even there before.
“I would say congratulations, but I wouldn’t mean a damn word of it. You need more than what he can give you and the sooner that you realize that, the sooner that we can stop playing this game. You are sexy as hell and I think that once we get you out of this virginal dress you might see what kind of woman you really are. I suspect the once you get a taste, there’ll be nothing and nobody that can stand in your way of getting more of the same.” She moved slightly to graze her nipples against hers through the fabric of that silly flowery dress and a bra that was standing in Tonya’s way of really making her feel something.
“I’m trying to be cordial, but you are really making it difficult.” This time, she found a way to duck out from underneath her, only to hear her laugh. “You’re fucking crazy. Pardon my French.” She raced into her room, closing the door and lying back against the frame with her hand up to her beating heart. Her pulse was racing. She began to think of these whirlwind of images that really wasn’t conducive for her catholic upbringing.
She didn’t even get this feeling from Jack. It had to be that she was coming down with something. She was going to have to nip that in the bud with a remedy that she had gotten from her mother. She was an only child. Her parents sheltered her from the real world. She wanted to be more than just a secretary for a law firm that really didn’t appreciate her real talents. She sometimes felt like a stranger in her own home. All of these things were weighing heavily on her shoulders.
She soon heard the door slamming shut and knew that Tonya was on her way to another gig. Their band ‘Rock Goddess’ had a cult following. She had heard a couple of their songs. Tonya was the lead singer and her voice was like it was speaking directly to her. The melody that came from her mouth caused her to lie in the dark and wonder about the possibilities. She would never do something like that. She convinced herself that it was dirty and even thinking about it should have her mouth washed out with soap.
Charisma looked around and she could see that the woman that was living in this room had never gotten out of the past. This was the same bedroom that she had when she was growing up under the strict tutelage of her parents. She was home schooled and never really had a chance to immerse yourself into friendships that would mold her into the woman that she was supposed to be. She had been taught from an early age that sex was meant for those that had wedding rings on their fingers and a commitment in their heart to the lord.
Charisma had to admit to herself that she was anxious to get it over with. She had heard horror stories and she was hoping that Jack might be the one that would finally show her what all the fuss was about. They had already done a few things and tasting him on the edge of her tongue was not something that she wanted to do again. She told him that she didn’t want to go all the way, but he was pressuring her to take that next step in their relationship.
She walked down the hall and saw that Tonya’s door was open. She stopped and took a peek at a woman that had no real organizational skills. Her clothes were everywhere and that discarded pair of soiled panties on the floor at her feet were drawing her to it like a moth to a flame. With her heart in her mouth, she reached down and touched the center. It was warm. She pulled her hand back like somebody had burned her on top of the stove. She stared at the material mesmerized, taking in every little detail of the thrill seeking black see through garment. She imagined it hugging Tonya’s hips and the way that her pussy would be pressed up against it all day long.
She picked it up and moved it into the light. She brought it down closer, until she could actually smell the scent of the woman. She closed her eyes and reveled in that smell like some kind of aphrodisiac. She was smiling and then she realized that what she was doing was wrong. She threw it out of her hand and it landed on Tonya’s bed. She backed away, thinking that it was disgusting, but inside deep down she was excited beyond words.
She left the apartment, thinking that a new chapter was about to begin. Life was about changes and this man was about to become her future husband to be.
Chapter two
Tonya had come home and had the lipstick of one very sultry redhead on her mouth. She was one of those groupies that had found her after the set was done on stage. They made out like crazy in the bathroom, pulling each other’s hair and moaning into each other’s mouths. She actually stuck her hand down into this woman’s jeans and found her bald and naked mound waiting for the insertion of her finger. She brought the girl off with her crying out in orgasmic glee for everybody to hear.
She stuck that finger into this girl’s mouth and made her taste the product of her own lust. They probably would have done a whole lot more, but they were interrupted by her irate boyfriend. He actually took a swing at her and got a kick in the nuts for his troubles. The girl came to the guy’s rescue. Tonya knew that things were not going to progress any further than what they had already done. She was to hot to trot and the pickings at this time of night were slim. She had left the club alone.
Her skin was still tingling from the kiss and her body was supercharged with no available body to take out that pent up sexual frustration on. She went into her room and she saw the black lace panties on her bed. She didn’t think that they were there before and that could only mean that Charisma had touched something very delicate and intimate of hers. It made her smile with evil intentions.
All of her thoughts settled on the fact that Charisma had handled her panties. She would’ve thought that the girl was only trying to pick up after her, but that was the only thing that seemed out of place. She was going to have to confront her. She was wearing her customary leather pants. The heat of being onstage and that girl turning her on made her into a sexual animal.
She heard the door slam shut and then saw a blur race by her in the hallway. “I don’t… want to…talk about it.”
Charisma raced into her room slamming the door and sitting on her bed with her hands up against her face. Jack didn’t want to propose. He wanted to level an ultimatum. He told her that she needed to give it up, or he was going to find somebody that was more than willing. He told her that he didn’t want to hurt her, but he had needs that she had not met.
She tried to talk her way out of it, but he was determined to get her with her legs spread and her feet in the air in the back of his truck. They argued and then he had done the most unforgivable thing possible. He had ripped one of the stra
ps on that virginal flowery dress. She was appalled and even though he apologized profusely, she still made him take her home. By the time that they arrived back at her apartment, he was livid and decided to throw everything about the relationship back in her face. He eventually told her that he didn’t want to see her again.
She heard the light knocking on her door and she looked up and realized that Tonya was not more than a couple of feet away from her behind the door. “I don’t want to talk about it. What word didn’t you understand? Leave me alone.” She was being defensive, but she was using Tonya to lash out at. She thought that she would hear her mumble something underneath her breath and then hear the sound of her footsteps receding down the hallway. Instead, the door swung open with the defiance of a woman standing there with her hands on her leather clad hips.
“I don’t think that you really want me to leave you alone. It’s obvious that something happened and you may as well get it off your chest.” Tonya was looking at the ripped strap and the porcelain smoothness of her shoulder. She was overcome and attacked the girl, until she was pinning her to the mattress of her own bed. She looked down on Charisma, seeing her eyes wide with the wetness of her tears. “Stop crying or I will give you something to cry about.” Her tone caused charisma’s mouth to part in a kind of confusion.
Taking that as an opening, she stuck her tongue down her throat. Tonya could feel her struggling against her, but she was more than up to the task of giving her something to think about. She squeezed her breasts through the dress, feeling the nipples poking quite noticeably through the material and the bra underneath. The kiss was not as passionate, as Tonya would’ve liked, but it was a good start to breaking down her defenses.
