When I arrived she was wearing thigh-highs and high-heels and thick black eyeliner. It was sort of our ritual. Looking at her reminded me of the sex. Sex we’d shared on other days, the sex we were going to have that day. My heart pounded and an electric feeling jolted my body. She stood and waited, arms folded across her bare breasts, while I undressed and then redressed. I sat down on the edge of the bed, dressed much the same as she, in black thigh-highs and black patent leather stilettos. I adored the high-heels. They made me feel sexy and I liked the way my legs and ass looked with them on. She knelt before me with the pony-tail plug laid out across her palms. It was her favourite, and mine also. I loved to watch the tail as it hung, swaying from her backside. I took the buttplug from her and held it upright between my legs. Obediently, she fellated my faux-erection for a moment, and then picked up the bottle of sex-goo that lay on the floor by her knee. She lubed the length of the plug with one hand as she looked up at me, silently, with pleading brown eyes.
Melissa – I called her Mel – stood and turned and bent at the waist. She pulled her dizzying ass cheeks apart before me. The bright red fingernails furrowed and creased her cheeks, and the pony tail rustled as I touched the tip to her asshole. The plug was six inches long and a little bigger around than a quarter at its widest. Mel sucked in a breath and pulled her ass cheeks wider. The greased dildo started inward and Mel sucked in another deep breath. I pushed until the apex of the plug stretched her asshole to a thin, tight membrane and then disappeared. My palm landed a sharp, congratulatory smack against her ass.
Mel knew the deal. After the plug was in place, I lay back on the bed and lit a cigarette. I spread my legs wide apart, slowly, in spite of the agonising anticipation. I looked down past the features of my body, and Mel looked up at me as she eased between my thighs. My pussy burned. Her tongue touched, soft and warm, against my clitoris, and then inside me. I blew a billowy cloud of cigarette smoke at her face. She licked several times against my clit and then sucked it between her lips. I pulled and twisted my nipples erect. My hips lifted and lowered evenly, helpless to be still. I flicked cigarette ash at her face – she liked that – as she sucked my horny, aching pussy.
I finished the cig and dropped it into the glass on the nightstand, then reached down as I raised my legs up over my head and pulled my cheeks apart. Again, Mel knew the deal and she submitted. Her tongue swirled my asshole and then pushed in. I pulled her face against my cheeks until her tongue fucked in as deep as it would go. God, I loved her.
I lowered my legs and spread them wide and locked straight. Mel’s lips again found my clit. Her tongue flicked at the tip, and then her cool, slender fingers entered my openness. I moaned. Mel sucked my clit and fucked my pussy, until my abdomen and ass cheeks clenched and my hips bucked uncontrollably. The pleasure waned gradually as my body relaxed.
She immediately rolled off the bed and retrieved the strap-on. We called it “Frank”. The dildo was considerably larger than the typical penis, much larger than Mr Jeffrey’s. Mel said ‘Penises are for making love, but dildos are for fucking’. She manoeuvred the strap-on in place on my body and cinched it comfortably tight. I uttered pretend-groans of encouragement as she sucked the head and stroked the shaft of my fake cock.
I stood at the foot of the bed and lathered the dildo with the lube. I inhaled deeply, savouring the mingled aromas of sex lubricant and pussy. Mel laid face down on the bed with her legs apart, her cunt-hole swollen and open and ready. I flipped the pony tail up onto her lower back, knelt between Mel’s legs and slapped Frank’s bulbous head against her twat. She held her breath. I eased the mammoth prick into her pussy, almost halfway, and then laid myself down atop her warm soft body. I grasped her wrists with my hands above her head to keep her from masturbating. We both enjoyed those frantic moments of orgasm denial when pleasure has gone too far and release is teased near then cruelly shooed away.
I fucked slow and deep and Mel’s hips lifted in time with my thrusts. It wasn’t long before I had to strain to keep her hands under control. Mel’s rapid breaths and squirming body belied her nymphomaniac desires. The harder, the deeper the thrusts, the louder the panting, the more fervent the squirming. I loved that I was making her feel so good.
Twice in quick succession Mel’s hand wrested free, and I fought to regain control of her. I reared up and back, and took a handful of her hair in my hand and pulled, hard, until Mel was up on her hands and knees. I jerked the plug from her asshole, and she chirped in protest. I swatted her ass hard with the tail and tossed the buttplug aside.
I touched Frank’s head to Mel’s butthole. She sucked in yet another deep breath and held it, then pushed her hips backward and practically impaled herself on the massive, latex fuck-stick strapped around my hips. She exhaled sharply through her tightly clenched teeth. I wrapped my hands around her waist and fucked her as she fucked me back. This time I allowed Mel to masturbate at will. I twiddled my nipples with my thumb-tips as I watched Mel finger pleasure into her pussy with obsessive purposefulness. I loved the way her ass spasmed and flexed when she came, and I let her come twice. I wished I could come inside her.
By noon we were pretty loaded on screwdrivers of mostly vodka and the thin taste of orange juice. We spent the afternoon fucking, at times like lovers, at times like animals. Mel liked the collar and leash and the crop. I led her around on her hands and knees on the living room carpet and made her lick my pussy and my asshole while I stood over her. I striped her ass red with the crop while she fingered herself. We fucked in the shower, on the deck in the hot sun, and we took turns eating each other’s pussies on the stairs.
The Jeffreys, Paul and Melissa, hired me two years ago. I was 24 then. Mel is five years older than me; Paul is six years older than she. He is a fairly accomplished architect, works on a number of municipal projects in Midwestern cities, and travels quite a lot. I serve as Mel’s assistant. I help her with life’s tedium and coordinate her appointments. Nothing too glorious. Mostly nail and hair and spa appointments. I accompany her on shopping trips and do all the cooking and buy the groceries. Most of the housekeeping is taken care of by the maid service. Sometimes Mel keeps me pretty busy. Sometimes we just goof off. Sometimes we just fuck. I practically live at the Jeffreys’ during the week, but the weekends are mine. I keep a small apartment on the other side of town, which they pay for.
Mel and I began to “explore” our friendship about a month after I started working for her. Mel said she’d never thought about fucking a woman before. We were lounging and drinking on the back deck. After a couple of hours in the hot sun, she suggested we “cool off” in the shower. She made the first move by offering to wash my tits. Her eyes flashed with a mad lust, which surprised me at first. ‘I’d love it,’ I told her, and she lathered my breasts. Then we kissed in the warming stream of the shower. The rest of the day was a blur of excitement, feelings almost like a crush. I have no words for the intensity of the pleasures and the orgasms.
It was hardly my first taste of pussy, but Mel has helped me understand how much I appreciate being with a woman. Not that I’ve given up on men. No way. I still love a stiff thick cock, and being with a woman a lot can really make you miss a man. You expect a woman to be soft, gentle, graceful, beautiful, fragrant. Being with a guy, you expect him to be strong and rough and coarse. It’s part of the fun. But, when a guy is gentle and patient and humble, the contrast kind of blows me away. So I still see guys. On my time.
Mel likes being dominated, and I found that the kink was a fucking turn-on for me. At first I thought it was weird that I worked for Mel, yet I was the one being dominant. If someone had told me beforehand that I was going to be having a kinky affair with my boss, I would have pictured it the other way around. Now it just seems natural. Mel likes me to stuff panties into her mouth and slap her face and call her ‘whore’ and ‘slut’. Sometimes I write such words on her body in red lipstick, and penetrate her ass and pussy and mouth with various toys and take pictures. We sit at her computer desk and look at the pictures, huddled together, masturbating ourselves and each other, chain-smoking and drinking ourselves stupid. I like Mel a lot. Actually, I love her. I would do anything for her. I just about have ...
Six months after I started working for the Jeffreys, Mel unveiled a devious plan. Paul was in town. In the late afternoon, she pretended to head off for yoga. I pretended I had work to finish up. Mel hid in the master closet with the door open a crack. I flirted a little with Mr Jeffrey until we were up in the bedroom. I sucked him off on my knees at the foot of the bed. He came in my mouth and I swallowed his come; he seemed to appreciate that. I heard the muffled sounds of Mel masturbating, which kind of scared me, so I moaned loudly to cover it up. Afterwards, I had to get Mr Jeffrey back downstairs so Mel could sneak out and then come back in. I implored him to show me how to make martinis in the kitchen. Mel walked in with her yoga mat rolled up and tucked under her arm. Mr Jeffrey acted guilty as sin. It was kind of funny. I got a raise a couple of weeks later, and I still wonder if the raise was Mel’s idea, or Paul’s; I never asked. Mel gloated that Paul never breathed a word about the blowjob. A couple of other times I actually fucked him in their bed in similar, contrived situations. Mel said, ‘I love the taste of your pussy on Paul’s cock.’ And we laughed at the thought of Mel walking in at the “right moment”. Paul would have shit himself. He’s a really good guy. Very sweet and gentle. I think that is why Mel likes me to dominate her. I’m not so sure he could pull it off – being that “cruel-to-be-kind” sort of lover.
I asked Mel if she’d ever want to do a three-way with Paul. She said, ‘God, no, I wouldn’t!’ and then, ‘I hate to admit this, but I don’t want Paul to ever know of this part of me!’ I shrugged. Whatever. I guess Mel liked having her secrets. I think I understood. The secrets are their own wicked pleasure.
Once, Mel took me to California with her for a week. We shopped and dined on Rodeo Drive. In a week’s time we fucked in half the restrooms and dressing rooms along that little stretch of shopping heaven. We laughed pretty hard about that. Two women can go in anywhere together, but if a man and a woman went into the restroom at the same time, someone would be having a shit-fit for sure. She bought me some really nice things. She liked flirting with the guys. It was all teasing. She liked the way they looked at us, and said it was a turn-on. She’d flirt, lead them on then leave them flat. It was funny and it was sad too. For the guys, I mean.
The last night in LA, Mel had me parade her around a few of the nightclubs with a black collar and chrome-link leash. She wore a low-cut, short and super-tight black dress and did her make-up like the whore of all whores. I told her to put in a smallish buttplug before we went out. She took the plug out in the cab on the way home and sucked on it until the cabbie looked at her through the rearview mirror. His voice shook when he spoke after that. She was – I should say we – were quite a spectacle. It was fun getting so much attention and it made us both horny as fuck. We took care of that back at the hotel.
The sun was almost setting. I woke up on the sofa with both my arms around Mel, and I felt hungry. I patted Mel on her ass. When she woke, she lifted her head off my shoulder and blew late-day, boozy, morning-breath in my face. I put on a pot of coffee and then we sat, naked and cross-legged on the couch and smoked cigarettes and drank coffee, until we were both alive enough to think about getting dinner.
We got showered and dressed and put on fresh make-up. I drove Mel downtown in her Audi. We ate filet mignon and asparagus with béarnaise sauce, and drank a private reserve cabernet sauvignon. A good hour passed while we window-shopped, hand in hand. We ended up at a club off 72nd, and danced a ton, mostly with each other. By midnight we were off our asses again. I hate driving drunk. I smoked cigarette after cigarette as we carefully made our way home.
Mel toppled onto the bed and I kicked off my shoes and rolled onto the bed next to her. We kissed a soft and sensual and long lady-kiss. ‘You want to fuck?’ Mel whispered. ‘Yes.’ I whispered back.
I sucked Mel’s lower lip into my mouth and bit down gently, coaxing the hem of her dress up the curve of her beautiful ass. With just the tips of my nails I traced lightly up and down her thigh and ass cheek. Mel draped her leg across mine and raised it until her bent knee was above my waist. I touched my fingertips to the cleft between her cheeks, barely, with the lightest of touches. The kind that gives you the chills. Mel was already breathing hotly. I circled a fingertip in a wide arc around her pussy then commenced to explore its slick, dripping folds.
Touching Mel’s wet pussy made mine tingle and swell and I wanted to come terribly. I kissed my tongue deep into her mouth as I pushed my fingers into her begging twat. She moaned and I could feel myself heaving for breath. I felt her fingers reach into the top of my dress and she found my nipples. My body ignited to her touch.
I raised a hip and tugged at my dress. Mel helped me pull it up, over my head until it was off and I tossed it at the foot of the bed. I helped her out of hers and then pushed her legs apart roughly, hooked my arms around her thighs and sucked her abundant pussy into my mouth. Mel’s cunt poured and I swallowed all I could. I hooked the middle and index fingers of my right hand into my pussy and tugged rhythmically. My whole body burned.
I straddled Mel’s face and lowered my hips, and again sucked her entire pussy into my mouth. I love the way her lips and clit swell, firm and full and tight, when she is alight with the kind of desire that turns into need. I twisted her nipples and she fingerfucked my asshole and sucked and nibbled at my aching kitty. The sensations overwhelmed – every nerve in my body raged. I humped my hips down against Mel’s face as she serviced my clit. Pulsing tremors of pre-orgasm ripped through me and, as I bit down on Mel’s innermost thigh, I came, hips pumping, with not a shred of dignity – beyond any glimmer of self-control.
Mel and I have always fed on each other’s sexual energies. Mel growled as I came and spread her legs wide and out straight like a porn actress. She reached down and fucked the first two fingers of each her hands into her own pussy, pulled it wide open, and drove the fingers inward. I took her clit in my mouth and she four-finger fucked herself while I sucked. She endured a protracted, gut-crunching climax with much swearing. I knew from that orgasm that we were only just getting started.
Mel went slack beneath me and then slapped my ass several times. I rolled off her and turned and looked at her sweating face. ‘Fuck me ... please ... nasty ... with Jerry.’ Jerry was way longer than Frank, just not as thick.
With Jerry’s long, shining, gently-curved blackness strapped to my body, I pulled Mel’s hair as I fucked her face. She gagged as she tried to throat the dildo. I wondered if she ever ate Paul’s cock with the same eager enthusiasm. Tears melted her eyeliner and dribbled dark streaks down her face. I rolled her onto her back and pinned her knees to her armpits with my palms, fucking Jerry into her pussy, just like a man would, with my torso elevated and arms straight. I liked how my tits swung as I fucked in and mashed my clit against her clit as she lifted her hips and hoarsely begged me to fuck her ‘harder’.
I fucked and fucked, until my ass cheeks and legs began to burn with the effort. Being the “man” is a lot of work. Mel came, practically screaming. I wondered if I had a real cock, if it would be difficult to keep an erection with the woman making so much noise. A real man wouldn’t have a problem with it, I’m sure.
Mel’s orgasm made me extremely edgy. I knew what she was going to get next, but I needed some first. A girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do ... I got up off the bed and found the slender pink vibrator. I lubed it and eased it into my ass and twisted it on, and then loosened Jerry’s straps. I stood on my knees between Mel’s legs as I fucked the vibrator up my asshole with one hand, and rubbed my pussy, crazy-fast, with the other. Mel looked at me, with her legs up and back, and pulled her asshole open for me as she watched me “jill off”. The release came quick, and it helped me get back on track. I pulled the vibrator out and re-tightened Jerry’s straps as I caught my breath.
If I was patient and slow and gentle, I knew I could get most of Jerry up Mel’s ass. We’d done it before. It made my pussy tingle to imagine all of Jerry there. Mel closed her eyes as I pushed. I paid very careful attention to her expressions. The first six inches moved in easily then I pushed more slowly. Mel grimaced and I paused. I touched my thumb to her clit and the corner of her mouth bent in a smile. I raised the angle and pushed then lowered the angle and made another gentle, easy push.
One day we’d measured a good ten inches of anal penetration with Jerry up Mel’s ass. She was pretty proud of it. She said it hurt a little, but the pain turned her on. I told her she should be doing porn. She joked that she would if I would. I admit that I’d do it if Mel did – the thought of fucking Mel in front of a camera turns me on – but I honestly don’t have any idea how to get into porn.
There was enough of Jerry still out of Mel that I could wrap four fingers around the last of the shaft. That meant maybe three inches. Jerry was a full 12 inches. I pushed again. Mel grimaced then croaked, ‘That’s plenty, babe.’
‘No fucking way,’ I shot back, sternly.
‘N–o–o–o ...’ Mel moaned. Her lip quivered as she tried to force a smile.
The vibrator buzzed alive. I teased Mel’s clit until her pussy splayed open, and the walls of her vagina pouted out between the lips. Repeatedly I denied her the orgasm, as I adjusted Jerry’s angle and nudged. A little further, then a bit more. I looked down. I slapped at Mel’s hands when she tried to touch herself, and I raised and lowered Jerry’s angle again and pushed. Mel’s ass cheeks touched against the top of my thighs, and I fucked in hard till my body mashed against hers. ‘Ohhh ... Gawwwd ...’ followed by a low, otherworldly groan.
I liked it when Mel was so desperate for release she actually sobbed. Sometimes those sobs put a lump in my throat. To hasten the sobbing, and to heighten my own hunger, I slapped her tits and twisted her nipples and slapped her across the face.
Tears welled in Mel’s eyes. ‘Please ... pleeeease ...’ she begged. I slapped her face again, harder. A plaintive sob. I twisted her right nipple viciously then touched the vibrator to her clit and raised it away when she lifted her hips. A mournful sob followed by gagging and she wept openly. I rotated my hips to make room, turned the palm up on my left hand, and slipped three fingers into her swollen twat then returned the vibrator to her clit. Her hips lifted, instantly, forcefully. The weeping became a tortured howl. I fucked the fingers in and out as fast as I could. Mel’s entire body cramped tight – I could see the muscles of her arms and legs and chest and stomach flexed and straining, and the sinews in her neck stood out. Mel’s eyes squeezed shut and then opened frightfully wide. She came, shaking violently and shish-shish-shish-ing for breath through her clenched teeth.
She flung her body against the bed as the orgasm finally subsided. Mel groaned ‘Ohh! Fuck!’
‘I’m coming!’ I returned. I eased the dildo out of her ass and scrambled up her body, stroking the shaft as I moved. Mel gobbled the head, ravenously. I jacked Frank’s length mimicking frantic urgency. ‘Ohh ... fuck, babe. Suck my cock. Oh, God! Ohh ... fuck! Suck my cock! Swallow my come! Ohhh!’ I flexed my body hard as if I were coming. Mel sucked the head and then kissed it as the “orgasm” subsided.
I loosened the straps on Jerry, pulled it out of my way, and lowered my pussy to Mel’s face. Her lips found my clit and the real magic started. I scrubbed my pussy against her face as I fingered my own asshole. The orgasm was brutal. Almost painful. So violent, so consuming, it gave me stomach ache. My asshole and pussy tingled fiercely, even after the orgasm was gone.
I collapsed against the headboard. I wanted a cigarette and a drink. Mel’s hands coursed gingerly up and down my body. ‘I love you, Niki,’ Mel whispered. My given name is Celia. I am Niki when we fuck. ‘I ... love ... you ... too ... bitch,’ I huffed in reply, still gasping for breath.