Lyndsey held on as long as she could. She was going to burst. It had been a few minutes and she was starting to wonder frankly how Gail was getting air and how she had the energy to continue to lick her inside out the way she was. It was so good. She just wanted to release herself all over Gail's beautiful face. Oh, when was he going to let them go?
"Ok," Daniel said. "I want to see you come."
Lyndsey let go and the orgasm was epic. She felt the most exquisite pleasure followed by the most intense split second of pain as if her entire stomach was being ripped out by the explosive force of her climax. But then it was all peace and all relief mixing with the pleasure.
"Nice. Now I want Gail to turn around in a doggy position and I want Lyndsey to eat you from behind."
Gail quickly adjusted her position. Lyndsey moved into place as well, though it took her a few moments as her legs were almost too wobbly to support her weight at all. Her sense of balance was really messed up and she really just wanted to lie still for a while.
But the sight of Gail's undercarriage was all it took for her to change her mind. She buried her face in Gail's business and went to work. Her tongue was buried between her legs and her nose inside her smooth and curvaceous cheeks.
The taste of Gail's peach was sweeter than Lyndsey could have imagined. It was as if during the whole evening Gail had been marinating the flavors and succulence of her sex. She must have been dreaming and thinking of this night for days. And she had done no self-love during that time. That was a given. Lyndsey did not know how anyone could go more than a few days without pleasuring themselves, but she was sure that Gail must have gone since the last time without doing anything.
Lyndsey quickly buried her face and began to suck up the juices as she licked, sucking on the button harder and harder and then ignoring it completely for a few moments. And then ramming right back on top of it to assault her senses.
"That's it! That's it! I want to see her squirm!"
Lyndsey continued to push and lick deep inside of the tight seal of a slit that Gail possessed. She was so tight and pure that Lyndsey wondered how long it had been since she had been with a man or even a vibrator.
The juices were now running down her chin and she could tell that Gail was getting close. How long was Daniel going to make her wait? Lyndsey was feeling a cramp in her neck and her tongue was losing some of its tenacity, but she tried to fight through the fatigue. The pleasure was far outweighing the pain and she did not want any of it to stop any time soon. She just wanted to feel the dam ripping open and the floodgates exploding into her mouth.
"Let it go! Let me see you finish!" Daniel yelled.
That was all that he had to say as Gail released it all quickly, flooding into Lyndsey's mouth and overflowing down her chin and onto her chest. She tried to take as much as she could but it was just too damn much.
"Now we are not done yet," Daniel said as he stepped forward. He was naked and he was clearly hard. Lyndsey had to admit he did not have a bad body for such a douchebag.
He threw something on the bed. It was a large bull whip. "I want you to beat me," Daniel said.
Ten minutes later Daniel was handcuffed to the bed ass up and the girls were taking turns beating him raw with the bull whip while he cried and said he was a dirty bastard. Lyndsey had to admit that it was turning out to be one of the weirdest, but most fulfilling evenings she could ever remember.
Every time she struck this pig with the whip and he squealed as the skin broke it was electrifying. She and Gail were almost doubled over laughing as they continued to beat him. The laughter seemed to piss him off, but they would just hit him harder and he would scream for more. She hated the asshole so much that she considered wrapping the whip around his neck and just strangling him. But somehow she held off.
Daniel ordered them to continue the beating for almost an hour.
Lyndsey and Gail neither one could hardly use their right arms the next day.
Chapter 15, Who Called the Meeting?
"Who called this meeting?"
Daniel Fitzpatrick's question went unanswered for several seconds as he walked into the large conference room. He was the last to arrive of the eighteen high ranking associates and partners in the firm. As he sat down he seemed surprised to see his parents Frank and Rita enter the room in front of Maggie, Sophia, and Debbie Brown.
Maggie took a deep breath as she took a seat near the back. It felt odd to be in that room again. It was fear and nostalgia.
"Dad? Mom? What is going on here?" Daniel asked.
Debbie Brown stood up in front of the group infront of a large computer monitor with a remote control in her hand. She introduced herself saying, "Ladies and Gentleman, my name is Brown, Debbie Brown. I have called this meeting today because I feel a huge congratulations is in order. The law firm of Fitzpatrick Dutton has had such an overwhelming year full of successes that it should be celebrated. I have put together a little presentation I think you are all going to enjoy."
Debbie pressed play on the remote control.
A second later the screen was filled with the image of Daniel, Gail, and Lyndsey having sex together from the night before. It was almost like a highlight reel, focusing on the graphic nature of his commands and finishing with the end of the night where he demanded that they whip him for an hour.
"What is the meaning of this?" Daniel screamed as he flung himself at the monitor trying to quickly locate the power button.
"Look I can explain—"Daniel began, his eyes darting around the room, but too ashamed to look at his parents.
"Save it," said a voice from the doorway as a gentleman in a suit followed by several police officers walked into the room.
"Who the hell are you? I demand to know what is going on!" Daniel yelled.
"Detective Stevens, do you have any information for us?" Debbie asked the man in the suit.
"Yes, actually." He pointed at the door as three more police officers came into the room each holding a garbage bag. "Following up on an anonymous tip we have just recovered nine kilos of cocaine. Three bags –a kilo each- found in the offices of Gail Aiello, Lyndsey Langdon, and Daniel Fitzpatrick."
"What? This is an outrage!" Daniel screamed. "I want to see warrants! How dare you!"
Stevens motioned for the officers to take Daniel Fitzpatrick out of the room. Daniel started screaming and yelling that he would sue them all as they began to read him his rights. Two other officers rounded up Gail and Lyndsey and placed them both in cuffs.
Maggie could not believe this was happening. She thought she would never see the sight of those two backstabbing bitches getting what they deserved. She could not help the smile that spread across her face as Gail and Lyndsey were escorted out of the room.
Tears were streaming down Lyndsey's face.
"Girls," Frank Fitzpatrick began. "I feel I must apologize for my pathetic excuse for a son. He has always been a bad seed. I want to make this up to you. I want all three of you to be senior partners in this firm. I know under your guidance we will be able to prosper and put all of this mess behind us. And we will put forth the orders to have Sherry released immediately."
"Thank you sir!" Maggie shouted as she and Sophia hugged each other tightly.
Two hours later Maggie was sitting in the limo watching as Sherry walked out of the gates to the Rikers Island Penitentiary. The smile on her face was the most beautiful thing that she had ever seen.
She and Sophia hopped out of the car just in time to catch Sherry as she ran to them and reached the car, falling into their arms. The three of them exchanged giant hugs and kisses for several minutes.
"Oh, I can't believe you are back!" Maggie said. "We love you so much!"
"Oh, God. I love you both!" Sherry said.
As they piled in the car and the driver began to pull away Maggie had a thought.
"Debbie, I thought you got ten kilos of cocaine from Patricia's hookup?" she asked.
"I did."
"But ther
e were only nine taken in by the police."
Debbie smiled as she looked at the three girls. She reached into her large briefcase and pulled out one kilo of cocaine.
"Ladies, girls just wanna have fun?"
Chapter 16, The After Life
Lyndsey grunted as her face made contact with the hard concrete wall of her cell. She tried to look over at Gail who was also experiencing the warm greeting to their new life in Rikers. They had just been greeted by their new friend Patricia.
"Girls, you eat my pussy in the morning, and while one of you is eating my pussy, the other is going to be licking my asshole, then in the afternoon, you can switch. After that, I´ll watch you two wash one another because I don't want no dirty bitches eating my shit. Then, it's back to business again."
"Oh God! How the hell did this happen?" Lyndsey heard herself screaming and she wasn't sure when she would be able to stop.
The End
She Loved Me
by
Olivia Hampshire
Chapter 1, The Fading Love
Beatrice was laying in bed, under comfy and fluffy pink covers, clutching a photo of her and her girlfriend Susan in her hand. Her long, wavy brown hair fell in bouncy curls by her side, and the sun that was shining through the cracks in the blinds glinted off of her well-manicured acrylic nails. Beatrice had opted for a delicately colored French manicure, with gold glitter on the tips. The sun made the glitter shimmer brightly, creating small spots of light on her porcelain skin.
Her beautiful, full pink lips were in a pout, and her bright, curious blue eyes with their long, luscious black lashes were at once both drowsy and perplexed. Her button nose was wrinkled. The photograph in her hands was a picture of her and Susan on Halloween a few years ago. They were both dressed up in sassy, sexy superhero costumes. Susan’s long blond hair was done up in two pig tails with buns on top, and she was dressed as Sailor Moon, the beloved Japanese cartoon character. Beatrice was wearing a Wonder Woman costume. They both had giant smiles on their face, and looked like they had no cares at all in the whole entire world.
Both women had been in the Navy, that was where they had met. They were strong, powerful girls despite their demeanors. They were also very intelligent. A bit nerdy, some might say. They had bonded over their love of engineering and comic books, and a love affair had quickly grown between them. After retiring from the Navy, they had put their brains to use. They used their veteran benefits to enroll in a top notch engineering school, and they had graduated last year and been hired by the very rich Chell Oil company.
The photo had been taken during their last year of engineering school, when they were both still filled with energy and unconcerned with the burdens of the world. They had been very social, often going to parties and galas, and they were always the belles of the ball.
Although work at Chell Oil meant they could afford a very lavish life style, including a lovely penthouse apartment overlooking the beach, an exotic pet ocelot, and beautiful furniture, clothing, and a well-decorated apartment, things had become more serious. The first few weeks they had done a lot of hosting in the apartment and had a lot of fun, but then Susan had hit upon a new idea and it seemed to take her to another place, far distant from her doting girlfriend Beatrice.
The ideas that Susan was working on seemed both alternatively draining and energizing. Susan would often spend long nights alone in their drawing room, drinking coffee until the wee hours and attending work with deep, dark circles under her eyes. Her hair and clothing would be disheveled, her long, beautiful silky blonde locks done up in a messy bun.
Other times, she would seem so excited she was almost manic. She would speak fast and furious, her eyes shimmering with a brightness that Beatrice had never encountered before. They seemed to be almost on fire. As educated as Beatrice was, she had a hard time keeping up with the avalanche of ideas that was spewing out of her girlfriend’s mouth. She learned to just nod and smile, because in the past whenever she had tried to introject or ask for clarification, she had clearly annoyed Susan to no end.
The house parties stopped, the socializing stopped, and worst of all, the sex and cuddling and romantic evenings in bed together stopped. Susan simply did not have time for sleep anymore, let alone the finer things in life. Beatrice’s vibrator had become her new lover and best friend.
It was sad, and Beatrice looked at the photo wishing she could somehow get back to those happier, more lighthearted days. She could hear Susan’s light laughter in her head, a sound she had not heard in a long time. These days, when Susan had time to laugh, it had a different sound to it. A bit more maniacal. Still, Beatrice respected genius and she knew that it could be odd and isolating. The birth of a new invention required a total adjustment of one’s life, and that was why stories about mad scientists were always so popular.
Still, Beatrice desperately wanted to ask Susan to marry her. She had been planning it for a while. She thought once they had graduated and settled into their new jobs and their new apartment, she would find a wonderful and romantic way to propose. But things did not seem to be heading in that direction any longer and it made Beatrice’s heart hurt. She spent her evenings alone while Susan was locked away in her study, flipping through bridal magazines and checking out engagement rings on her phone, sometimes with a single, solitary tear falling from her beautiful, sparkling crystal blue eyes.
It was amazing how quickly life could change, and tragic in a certain way.
Beatrice was surprised when she heard a knock on her door. It was Susan. She was dressed a little more neatly than usual, and had taken the time to blow dry her hair and put on makeup. Beatrice smiled in spite of herself. She was certainly a vision. Tall and lithe with long blonde hair, an angel’s smile, and a beautiful heart shaped face. She had emerald green eyes that shone beneath her long, nowadays often unkempt bangs. She looked more like a model than a scientific genius, and that only added to her charm.
“You are going to be late to work, Beatrice!” Susan scolded her.
Beatrice quickly hid the photo she had been looking at under the covers and got out of bed. To her surprise, Susan suggested that they carpool together. Most mornings, Susan had been out the door before Beatrice even woke up, or else she took the day to work at home and spent twenty four hours locked in her study. Something had changed today.
Susan left Beatrice to get ready, and when Beatrice was dressed, she found Susan waiting at the door with two power bars. “Let’s hit the road,” Susan said, giving Beatrice a peck on the cheek that knocked her out of this world.
During the car ride, Beatrice and Susan munched on their breakfast and chatted lightly. Susan seemed to be in such an unusually happy and light mood, Beatrice had no idea what had overcome her. Maybe she had figured out her invention, or perhaps she had given up on the problem altogether and was now overtaken with a new lightness and happiness. Whatever it was, it felt good. It felt like the old days. It was comforting enough, that Beatrice felt so bold as to bring up the idea of marriage.
Before she could get too far, a serious look clouded Susan’s face. Beatrice braced herself for bad news, and Susan told her that, unfortunately, she was at a standstill with her project, and only days before a major presentation with the board of directors. She had spent weeks securing this presentation for herself, and now she had no clue what she was going to say. She was trying to get a change of perspective and refresh her mind so she could generate some new ideas, but marriage was way too much of a change of perspective than she wanted right now.
“I’m sorry Beatrice, but there is a lot going on right now and its more important than some silly wedding.”
Beatrice frowned, and held in her tears. She did not think a wedding was silly at all, and the Susan she used to know would not have thought that either. The Susan she used to know loved to celebrate their love publicly, and would have been gushing over the idea of a wedding. She would have wanted a big one, with lots of booze and lots of guests, and she would
already be dreaming about her wedding dress and how she would do her hair and who the bridesmaids would be.
Something had changed, and Beatrice hoped it would change back soon.
Chapter 2, The Problem
That day, Beatrice was done with work at her normal time. She went to go see Susan and see when she wanted to head home, but Susan could not be bothered with anyone. She was told by Susan’s assistant that she should catch her own ride home and Susan would see her later.
Beatrice sadly complied, and she caught a taxi home. She didn’t know what she could do to help her girlfriend, but she knew that a nourishing meal could help and she decided that she would take some time to go grocery shopping and make a nice, delicious dinner for Susan. Susan had always loved chicken picatta, and Beatrice wasn’t a bad cook. She lovingly picked out fresh, organic ingredients from the local Whole Foods, paid for the expensive food, and went back to the apartment and donned her apron and got to cooking.
When Susan finally got home, Beatrice had a delicious smelling, hot dinner waiting for her, along with a beautiful, locally grown salad and a bottle of champagne.
“What’s all this?” Susan frowned.
“I thought that a nice, healthy dinner would cheer you up and maybe get you in a more productive mindset. You said you needed to shake things up and get some new ideas, and it has been a long time since we have had a nice dinner together,” Beatrice told her. It had also been a long time since they had had sex together, but Beatrice did not say anything about that. Still, in the back of her mind she was hoping that perhaps a romantic dinner, some champagne, and the need for distraction would snap Susan into a more sexual mood.
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