KC’s stomach clenched with that giddy happy feeling that came along with getting to see Lonnie. She had taken extra care as she dressed for their meeting. She’d even shaved her legs, a chore she detested, but Lonnie was always very vocal with her appreciation of it.
After breakfast with her sisters, KC ran a few errands, recorded two lectures and uploaded them, graded a virtual stack of essays, and thought ceaselessly about what she wanted from her meeting with Lonnie. First on the list: orgasm. Preferably followed by more orgasms. To that end, she’d decided to try something a little different.
“Hello, darlin’. How can I help you?” Lonnie obviously didn’t recognize KC.
KC wanted to draw the charade out, to play the part of the man she’d dressed to be. She’d braided her hair and tucked it up under a fedora and wore tailored men’s slacks with a crisp white button-down shirt. Hell, she even sported a tie to complete the look.
She took a couple of steps deeper into the reception area, her right hand resting high on her thigh in her best imitation of the gangsta stride. If she had a real cock, her thumb would have brushed against it with every step. When her student-teacher rotation took her through a Seattle high school, she’d laughed at the male students who walked that way. Now it gave her a perfect form to imitate.
“I’m sure you can think of something.” KC pitched her voice deeper and gave her not-so-manly parts a squeeze.
“Now listen here, young man.” Lonnie changed from solicitous realtor to scolding mama instantly. KC loved Lonnie’s feistiness. If she’d tried this with a lover in Seattle, she would have ended up with a face full of pepper spray and being hauled away in handcuffs. Lonnie had no reason to think she was in danger, because in Fairmont she wasn’t. Any unruly young man could be put easily back in line with a fiery lecture accompanied by the right amount of finger wagging. “You may talk to folks like that wherever it is you come from, but ’round here we do things different—”
KC grabbed Lonnie around the waist and pulled her close. She was tired of listening to Lonnie rant. She had an agenda for their meeting, and being scolded like a child was nowhere on the list. Lonnie made her heart beat like a wild horse. And she wanted to let the horses run for a while.
Lonnie struggled fiercely and KC squeezed her tight to keep her from escaping. This was getting out of hand. As soon as she touched Lonnie, Lonnie lost control of the situation. That was never KC’s intention. She wanted to play, not give her lover a heart attack. Before Lonnie could scream bloody murder, she pressed her lips to Lonnie’s ear. “Baby, it’s me,” she cooed, the words low and soothing. She needed to calm Lonnie down before things got any worse.
“KC?” Lonnie jerked out of KC’s grasp. Her chest heaved and her eyes were open wide with fear. She slapped KC across the face. “You scared the shit out of me.”
KC rubbed her palm against her cheek, the flesh hot to the touch. Tomorrow, KC knew, she’d need extra makeup to cover the handprint. “Lonnie…” She didn’t know what to say.
Lonnie kept her from having to figure it out. She launched herself at KC lips first. “Goddamn, you look sexy.” She breathed the words into KC’s mouth between sloppy open-mouth kisses.
KC gripped Lonnie’s hands at the wrist and pulled them away from her face. She held them down by her side and said, “There’s a window right there.” She jerked her head toward the large plate-glass window, its view one of the reasons Lonnie had selected this office space.
“Oh, hell. You made me forget myself.” Lonnie straightened and removed her hands from KC’s grip. KC wanted to hold on a little longer, a little tighter, to see what kind of reaction she’d get, but she let go and Lonnie retreated to her office. “Come on, sugar. I’ve already closed the blinds in here. Hurry.”
KC forgot all about her practiced man-strut as she rushed to reach Lonnie. On her list of priorities, getting Lonnie naked, and hopefully on her knees, ranked above posturing. As soon as she cleared the threshold, she closed the door and twisted the lock.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I like it.” Lonnie spread her hands over KC’s shoulders, smoothing the fabric.
“I want you.” KC led Lonnie’s hand down her front to the juncture between her legs. When she’d slipped into the harness earlier, she wasn’t sure how Lonnie would respond. Now she couldn’t wait to pull out the silicone cock and make Lonnie beg for it.
Lonnie gripped the width and gasped. “What’s this?” She wrapped her fingers around it and squeezed. “God.”
Lonnie was a Texas lady. That meant she wore makeup like she was appearing on TV, with her hair high and wavy, and always, always, left home wearing a dress. KC dropped to her knees and pressed her open mouth to Lonnie’s stomach through the fabric. She eased her hands slowly up Lonnie’s thighs, appreciating the feel of real silk stockings and garters. She didn’t stop her upward movement until she reached Lonnie’s panties. “I want these off.” She jerked them down, none too gently, and left them around Lonnie’s knees. Far enough down for Lonnie to spread her legs some, but not far enough for her to step out.
KC stood abruptly but left her hands resting on Lonnie’s hips inside her skirt. She held her face close enough to feel Lonnie’s breath on her lips but didn’t kiss her. Lonnie’s low, deep moan vibrated down KC’s spine.
“Open my pants.” KC barely managed a whisper. So much for debonair and commanding.
Lonnie’s hands shook as she worked the button loose, then lowered the zipper. She started to push them down KC’s hips and KC stopped her.
“Leave them.” KC kissed Lonnie, sweet and tender. She poured every ounce of emotion she could find into the meeting of their lips. If she had her way, everything that followed would be anything but gentle. She wanted to remind Lonnie that she cared for her even if Lonnie wouldn’t allow her to say the words.
KC left their lips pressed together after the kiss ended. She held Lonnie quietly. With her eyes closed, she savored their connection.
“What do you want?” Lonnie whispered.
KC took a deep breath. “Take it out.” She moved her hands to Lonnie’s shoulders, squeezed firmly, and pressed down. Lonnie hadn’t spent any time on her knees with KC, but that didn’t mean she didn’t understand what was being asked of her.
Lonnie kneeled with a good deal more grace than KC had managed. She eased her hands into the open fly of KC’s trousers and tugged on the cock. It popped out inelegantly and came close to poking Lonnie in the eye. KC wrapped one hand around the base and held it firm. It jutted out proudly and Lonnie took a deep breath. “Oh, my.”
KC adjusted her stance. Her pants threatened to fall to her ankles, which would shatter the illusion. They’d officially crossed a line, and the promise wrapped a constricting band around her chest and left her light-headed. She cupped Lonnie’s cheek with her free hand and dug her fingers into the wispy hairs at the base of Lonnie’s neck. Again, she encouraged Lonnie into motion. Her thumb trailed over her cheek, back and forth, as she coaxed Lonnie forward. God, she wanted to see this woman’s mouth wrapped around her cock.
“Suck.” Her voice was firmer this time, the command clear.
“Yes.” Lonnie’s response was barely audible. She licked her lips, then closed the gap between her mouth and KC’s cock.
Lonnie’s lipstick smeared a red trail over the length, and KC moaned at the sight. Lonnie on her knees, messing up her perfect face to please KC…It was so very debauched, and KC fought the need to thrust. She wanted, she needed to be farther inside Lonnie. Lonnie sucked almost a third of the dildo. When it hit the back of Lonnie’s throat, KC felt the resistance deep in her cunt. Lonnie gagged slightly and tried to pull back, but KC held her firm by her neck. When Lonnie stopped struggling, KC withdrew, using the motion of her hips.
Lonnie stared up at KC, her mouth open wide with barely the tip nestled inside. KC pushed her hips forward slowly and watched the cock disappear. Her knees buckled when she felt it reach the end again. She wanted to push farther, to breach the barrier and slide her cock down Lonnie’s throat until Lonnie could taste the leather of her harness with her lips. She held perfectly still for as long as her trembling legs would allow, then withdrew again.
“God, Lonnie.” She pushed in again, a little faster this time. She just needed to fuck. “You look so sexy right now.”
Lonnie moaned when KC hit the back of her throat. She hummed around KC and didn’t gag.
“Good girl.” KC released her cock and framed Lonnie’s face with her hands. She held Lonnie steady with both hands. “God, I just want to fuck you so hard.” She pressed a little deeper and Lonnie’s eyes widened. She gagged slightly, then took a breath through her nose and started to hum again. “So fucking sexy.”
KC didn’t press hard enough to slide down her throat. She needed Lonnie to still be able to talk when this was over. She knew if she went any farther, she wouldn’t be able to control herself for long. She wanted to fuck Lonnie, not destroy her vocal chords by slamming into her like an overly enthusiastic boy. She withdrew and Lonnie whined.
It felt so good, the push-pull of thrusting into Lonnie’s mouth. She pushed in again, a little faster, a little harder, but no deeper. She stopped when she felt resistance, keeping a firm grip on Lonnie’s head and swirling her hips. The cock slid deeper, an inch, then two. KC groaned. Pleasure radiated from her cunt through her body. She was seriously close to losing her shit, and she hadn’t even really started. She pushed just a little deeper and held it. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back. She needed a moment to collect herself, to both revel in the decadence of the moment and to calm her body. She didn’t trust herself to move without coming inside Lonnie. Fake cock or not, it was bad form to come in a woman’s throat, even if the woman was moaning for more. Especially if that woman hadn’t had an orgasm herself yet. KC was not a selfish lover.
When she felt her impending orgasm recede enough to move, she withdrew completely.
“Up.” She tugged on Lonnie’s head hard enough to make Lonnie yelp. She was sorry for that, but not sorry enough to stop. She needed back inside Lonnie now.
Lonnie rose hastily and struggled to keep her balance. She was breathing hard, the rise and fall of her chest hypnotic. KC hesitated for half a moment to appreciate the sight. Lonnie’s hair was falling down, her makeup smeared, her dress akimbo; KC had never seen Lonnie so undone. She was heady with the power.
She grasped Lonnie by the hips and forced her to turn in a circle. When Lonnie’s back was to her front, she guided Lonnie forward until she bumped into the edge of her desk. She kept up the forward momentum until Lonnie folded over the desk facedown, ass jutting out.
Lonnie wiggled her ass and taunted KC over her shoulder. “What are you going to do now, sugar?”
KC didn’t have a plan. She was making it up as she went along, doing what felt right in the moment. And right then she wanted to take back the control that Lonnie’s teasing had stripped from her. She smacked Lonnie on the ass, once, swift and firm. The popping noise echoed through the office.
Lonnie cried out and turned to say something else. Before the words could leave her mouth, KC spanked her again, harder and in the same spot. “Quiet.”
Lonnie whimpered and gripped the edge of the desk. They’d never talked about taking their relationship in this direction. It was uncharted territory and KC was uncertain, but committed. She’d chosen her path and wouldn’t turn back unless Lonnie asked her to. Still, she didn’t want to genuinely hurt Lonnie. There was no fun in that kind of pain.
With both hands firm on Lonnie’s ass, she inched the fabric of her dress up until it bunched around her waist. She smoothed her hands over the firm flesh. The right side was hot and angry red from KC’s palm. She gently rubbed the skin, her fingers barely touching it. Goose bumps rose in a wake behind her touch. She knelt behind Lonnie and pressed her cheek against the outline of her palm, then turned her face to kiss it gently. Lonnie squirmed.
KC gripped Lonnie’s cheeks and spread them apart, exposing her fully. Her cunt glistened with excitement. KC could lose herself in worshipping Lonnie’s folds, to bringing her pleasure. She extended her tongue and licked along the line of Lonnie’s labia. Lonnie’s legs tensed to the point of vibrating. When KC licked her the second time, she dedicated extra attention to Lonnie’s clit, wiggling her tongue into the folds until she found the hard bundle of nerves. She circled it gently, then flicked over it hard and quick. Lonnie’s knees buckled.
KC pushed against her ass to hold her up. She wanted Lonnie spread out over the desk and open to her for a while longer. If need be, she could tie her hands to the front desk legs to keep her in place, but she wasn’t sure how Lonnie would respond to that. That was the universal theme for this entire encounter, and so far Lonnie’s only response had been to grow increasingly wet.
“God, Lonnie, the things I want to do to you.” KC moaned into Lonnie’s cunt, her tongue buried as deep as she could get it. She withdrew and pushed it in again. It felt woefully inadequate. KC wanted to fill Lonnie to the point of breaking, to push into her and demand that she open herself. More than that, she wanted Lonnie to beg her for it. She replaced her tongue with her fingers. Soon, she would use the cock dangling impatiently between her legs, but not yet.
“Tell me.” Lonnie shifted, her ass pushing back against KC’s hands with the desire to thrust. “God, please, KC, tell me.”
“First,” KC licked around her fingers as she thrust in and out, “I’m going to tease you.” She wished she could reach Lonnie’s clit with her tongue from that position. Unfortunately, no matter how many yoga classes she took, she’d never reached that level of body-bending flexibility. She removed her fingers and spread Lonnie open. Her cunt was a beautiful pink and dripping. Rather than dip her tongue inside, KC remembered her original target. She teased Lonnie’s clit, moving her tongue in tight, fast circles. She pressed hard and firm. Lonnie clenched and shook, and KC pressed harder, circled faster.
She would give Lonnie this orgasm, and then she would take hers. When Lonnie was close enough to fall, KC pressed her finger against Lonnie’s anus. She didn’t go inside, just held it against the rim and vibrated. Lonnie keened, then collapsed against the desk, her body limp.
“Oh, my.” Lonnie mumbled facedown into the desk. Aftershocks vibrated through her legs and ass. KC gave her clit a gentle kiss then stood.
“Then I’m going to fuck you.” KC positioned the cock at Lonnie’s opening and pushed inside without waiting for Lonnie to fully recover. As slow and careful as she possibly could, she moved inside at a fraction of the speed her body craved. She let herself settle deep inside Lonnie and waited for Lonnie to adjust to the size. Lonnie’s body tensed and she pushed back against KC.
She positioned her hands on Lonnie’s hips and held her firm against the desk. She didn’t want Lonnie’s help. She wanted her to remain still so she could fuck her with all the pent-up energy that had been building since the morning before. She wanted to pound her frustration into Lonnie until it burst. And she wanted Lonnie to let it happen.
“Don’t move.” KC slapped Lonnie’s ass again to emphasize her point, and Lonnie instantly stilled. KC rewarded her by gently smoothing her palm over the red flesh of Lonnie’s ass. “Good girl.”
KC withdrew just as slowly, forcing herself to be restrained. She paused when she was fully out, not even the tip inside, and waited. Lonnie didn’t disappoint. She whimpered, “Please, sugar.”
As KC was about to push in, Lonnie’s cell phone rang. It sat on the desk just a few inches from Lonnie’s face, playing the theme song to Bonanza. Glen’s picture filled the screen. KC hesitated. She wouldn’t stop Lonnie from answering, but she wouldn’t stop fucking her either. This was her time with Lonnie, dammit. She had an appointment. Lonnie didn’t move and the phone stopped ringing.
KC pressed forward again, then back out without hesitating. She was done teasing, done going slow. The phone beeped to signal that Lonnie had a voice mail and KC let go. She set a hard, fast rhythm that had Lonnie gasping for breath. Once she stopped restraining herself, KC moved quickly to orgasm, the energy in her cunt radiating out until even her fingers felt the increasing need ready to explode.
When she finally came after days of building, KC didn’t stop. She paused to shudder inside Lonnie, then continued thrusting. She had more inside of her and wanted to release it all. She gripped Lonnie by the hair and pulled her back until she was flush against KC’s front. “Kiss me.”
She thrust short and hard, barely moving inside of Lonnie, but pushing ever forward. Their kiss was sloppy and hot and wet. She kept one hand bunched tight in Lonnie’s hair, pulling her head back to meet her, and wrapped the other arm around Lonnie’s body. She pinched her nipples through the fabric of her dress, a frantic grabbing and twisting that made Lonnie arch and scream into her mouth. She thrust harder and worked her hand lower, her fingers spread wide and pressing hard against Lonnie’s abdomen.
“I want you to come, dammit.” KC tugged Lonnie’s hair, jerking her body taut, then bit the column of her neck. Lonnie was trembling, on the verge of falling apart. KC licked her neck, then pressed her lips to Lonnie’s ear. Her thrusts were erratic and poorly controlled. “Come on, Lonnie. Do it.”
Lonnie squeezed her body tight and thrust against KC, and KC couldn’t hold her still. She thrust and rode KC, despite their reversed positions, until she tensed and shook uncontrollably. “Oh, my God.”
“Good, let it go.” KC nipped at Lonnie’s ear, punctuating each word with her teeth. “So I can push you down and do it all over again.”
Lonnie came with a scream and KC released her hair. Lonnie fell over the desk, limp and languid, for the second time that afternoon. KC pounded into Lonnie with renewed energy. She dug her fingers into the meaty flesh of Lonnie’s ass and thighs as she held her in place. She fucked until her legs shook and her body heaved. Her lungs begged for a break. And then she fucked harder, driving her cock as deep into Lonnie as it would go, only to pull back and fuck her deeper and harder.
Lonnie’s body rose quickly toward release the third time, tension building from her cunt and radiating out until KC could see the muscles of her jaw straining. KC reached around to find Lonnie’s clit. She was close, so close to coming, and she wanted to take Lonnie with her. Her movements were abrupt, sloppy and hard. She couldn’t make circles with her fingers. She grabbed at it, tweaking it like she had Lonnie’s nipples. What she lacked in finesse, she made up in driving power from her hips and a burning desire to please.
Finally, blessedly, when her legs were on the verge of muscle failure, KC came inside Lonnie. She came hard and it overwhelmed her. She collapsed against Lonnie in a shuddering mess.
She needed to move, to pull out and get off Lonnie, but her muscles were spent. She took a moment to breathe and then straightened. She paused, her thighs twitching. Movement was not her friend.
“Sorry. Give me a second.” Slowly, very slowly, she retracted her hips until the dildo fell clear of Lonnie. Lonnie groaned.
Lonnie lay prone against the desk and said, “Damn.” She clenched her legs.
While Lonnie was recovering, KC got herself in order. She loosened the O ring on the harness and removed the dildo. It needed to be washed thoroughly before she could leave Lonnie’s office. “I’ll be back.”
KC collapsed against the inside wall of the washroom. She needed time to think, to process what they’d done. What she’d done. None of that, save the orgasm, had been planned. She hadn’t even known that sex like that would turn her on, let alone give her a giant, body-quaking orgasm. She didn’t have words to describe how it affected her. Nor could she explain the feeling of dread building in the pit of her stomach.
She washed up, careful to clean under her fingernails. She wished she had a toothbrush, but she hadn’t thought that far ahead when she left her house. KC stared at her reflection, her hair braided tight and pinned up. Her face hidden beneath the brim of the hat, she barely recognized the angles of it. Beneath the shadow of the brim of the hat, its contours looked carved deep, defined and edgy, instead of the soft curves she was used to. She removed the fedora and let down her hair. It was closer to normal, but still not right. She loosed the braids and finger-combed through the waves. Short hair had always appealed to her, but now she wasn’t so sure.
Like the toothbrush, KC hadn’t thought to bring a change of clothes. She removed the tie, wound it around the dildo, and tucked the makeshift package into the deep pockets of her slacks. As long as she walked with one hand in her pocket, it wouldn’t poke its way out the top. She loosened the top two buttons of the shirt and rolled up the sleeves. This was as good as she was going to get without a personal makeover in Lonnie’s office bathroom.
When she made it back to Lonnie’s private office, order had been restored. Lonnie looked refreshed, no signs of being recently well fucked. Her hair was pinned up properly, her dress straightened, and her makeup perfect. KC felt a throb between her legs and wanted to mess it all up again. Lonnie shouldn’t be able to recover so quickly, so completely, when KC was still falling apart.
“There you are, KC.” She smiled politely, like friends meeting at church. “Glen is coming to take me to dinner. He’ll be here shortly.”
KC’s stomach dropped. “When?”
Lonnie glanced at the clock on the wall. “In a few minutes.”
“Why didn’t you—”
“Lonnie, darlin’, you ready to go?” Glen’s booming voice sounded in the reception area.
How long had Lonnie known of his visit? Had she planned the close timing? What if they hadn’t finished when they did? Questions pinballed through KC’s mind. What if they’d gotten caught?
“Oh, hello, KC.” Glen tipped his hat to her, ever the proper Texas gentleman. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”
“Hi, Mr. Truvall.” KC swayed, pinpoint black circles edged her vision. “I didn’t expect to see you either. What a surprise.”
“Darling, KC just came by to check on me.” Lonnie stretched on her tiptoes to kiss Glen’s cheek. “She was worried about me since I was feeling so under the weather yesterday. Isn’t that sweet?”
KC kept her right hand in her pocket, protecting her detachable manhood. She prayed Mr. Truvall wouldn’t offer to shake her hand. He sometimes did that. The whole lesbian thing threw him off kilter and he wasn’t sure which manners to employ. To KC’s mind, he couldn’t decide if being gay meant she’d spontaneously sprouted a penis and was no longer a girl.
If only he knew.
“Why, thank you, KC,” Glen said. “It’s very kind of you to check in on Lonnie like that.”
“Yes sir, it was no trouble at all.” KC scooted toward the door. She needed to get outside so she could breathe again. “I best be going now.”
She didn’t wait for a response. She walked out the door and straight to her car without stopping. When she was safely inside, with the doors closed and locked, she took a deep breath.
Then she dropped her head against the steering wheel and cried.