A Lovely Lesbian Collection

by Emily Vixen

  "Looking good," Veronica complimented Erica when she returned. "Alright then, let's get some more pictures done!"

  Erica posed for a few pictures but was running out of ideas. There was only so many sexy poses she could think of and she wasn't sure what would look best either.

  "Want some help?" Veronica offered.

  "Please," said Erica. She wasn't sure what sort of help was being offered but she figured that a professional like Veronica would know what sort of assistance she needed. It turned out that the help she got wasn't just what she needed but was also something she desperately wanted. She held back a shudder of excitement as Veronica started laying her hands on her bare arms and legs, helping to position her for the camera to heighten her sex appeal as much as possible.

  "Let's see, nearly..." Veronica was mumbling to herself as she continued moving her, but stopped when her hand slipped. She'd not been watching what she was doing and had managed to get a handful of Erica's tits. "Oops, sorry!" she laughed.

  "Mm!" Erica moaned softly. "It's fine, you can do that as much as you want," she said. She didn't mean to come out with something so brash and blunt but she'd been getting steadily hornier for the past hour. She was losing the ability to control her reactions and was starting to become awfully honest about how aroused she was.

  "Oh"? Veronica seemed surprised for a moment but grinned and squeezed her again, earning another little moan of pleasure from the other woman. "You like me touching you?" she asked. It wasn't too unusual for a client to want a little extra attention, and when they were as sexy as Erica she was more than happy to oblige.

  "Ah, yes!" Erica gasped. "It's er, been a while since my husband was interested, so..."

  "You'd be surprised how often I hear that," Veronica said, putting a hand gently on her cheek, "though if it means I get to fill in then I don't really mind." She leaned in and kissed her softly, Erica eagerly leaning in to return the kiss. This was one of the perks of the job. Horny, beautiful women in sexy underwear throwing themselves at you. "I hope your husband won't be back too soon."

  "It's fine, even if he was back soon he'd only be happy," Erica chuckled, "he's kind of into watching women get off together."

  "Is that so?" Veronica asked, grinning at the idea that popped into her head. She moved back over to her camera and pointed it at the bed before setting it to record. "Well then, why don't we go a step beyond the photo-book and make a little film together as well? If he's that into it then I'm sure we could give him something fun to watch."

  "Really?" Erica asked, surprised at the rather forward offer. "I mean, if you're sure, of course! I'd love to!"

  "Just what I wanted to hear." Veronica moved back over to her and the two of them tumbled onto the bed. Veronica stripped down to her underwear and soon enough the two of them were a tangle of limbs wearing nothing but underwear as they kissed and groped and squeezed one another wherever their hands could reach. It was a sudden turn of events but certainly not an unwelcome one. They had both been enjoying the sight of the other since the moment they'd met, and while most people would have insisted on dinner or a movie beforehand there was no reason they couldn't enjoy themselves without suffering through an awkward first date. It was much more fun to simply let the passion of the moment overwhelm them.

  Veronica's hand travelled down across Erica's stomach and slipped beneath the waistband of her panties, eagerly seeking out her moist, waiting hole. Erica was already moaning into their kiss the moment she brushed over her pussy and her noises of arousal only grew in intensity when Veronica started rubbing her clit in small, tight circles.

  "Fuck!" Erica gasped, breaking away from the kiss to gasp for air. It felt incredible but she didn't want to be the only one enjoying herself. Her hands darted down and peeled away Veronica's panties, exposing the other woman's cunt. She started rubbing her in return. She intended to start slowly and gently build up the speed and pressure but it was impossible. She was too horny to control herself. Instead she went in giving it everything she had, rapidly rubbing over Veronica's pussy, urged on by hearing her moan in response.

  Not to be outdone, Veronica took things a step further. She pushed her hand down a little further and curled her fingers around, slipping her index and middle fingers straight up into Erica's pussy. Two fingers seemed to be just the right amount - she was far too wet for only a single finger to do the job but her tight pussy wouldn't have been able to handle three fingers at once.

  Their lips met again in a passionate kiss, their tongues wrestling as they swapped saliva and moaned into one another's mouths. Erica was moving her hips back and forth, desperately fucking Veronica's fingers. It felt incredible having something other than her vibrator inside of her. It had been weeks, possibly even months, since someone else had actually taken any interest in getting her off.

  "Mm?!" Erica let out a disgruntled noise of confusion as Veronica pulled away both her fingers and her mouth.

  "I don't think our hands is going to be enough," Veronica explained, already panting for breath. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting her huge tits bounce into view. "I think we should take things a step further." She was already wriggling out of her panties without waiting for an answer.

  "Definitely." Erica didn't know what she was planning but she didn't care. Whatever it was, it was bound to be good. She followed suit and stripped off so the two of them were sitting on the bed completely naked.

  "Lie back." Veronica's instruction was brief. She was too aroused to waste her time going into detail, and Erica was too turned on to question her. She happily lay back and allowed Veronica to position her however she saw fit. Moments later, Veronica's plan became obvious. She turned around on the bed and knelt down with her knees either side of Erica's head, her dripping wet pussy hovering just over her mouth. She shuffled a little on the spot, making sure she was comfortable before leaning forward and burying her head between Erica's legs. She didn't say anything or give any kind of instruction. Instead she got straight into the action, licking and sucking and tasting Erica's sweet, juicy pussy and listening to her yelp and gasp and groan with pleasure in response.

  Erica didn't need instructing. It was easy to see what Veronica wanted her to do and she was more than happy to oblige. She leaned up and returned the attention she was receiving, kissing and licking at the dripping wet cunt above her. She could taste the other woman's wetness trickling down from her pussy and she eagerly lapped up every drop she could with her face buried in her pussy. She angled her head slightly and pushed her tongue out and into Veronica's clit, swirling it around and watching as he other woman shuddered with pleasure above her. Seeing how horny she was seemed to actually arouse Erica even further as well.

  The two of them continued for a while, loving the taste of the other's cunt as they slurped and licked and tasted one another. The room was filled with their moans and the filthy noises their mouths made as they pleasured one another. Unfortunately the overwhelming passion didn't just mean that they got down to the action quickly. It also meant they couldn't keep it up for long. Already Erica could feel her orgasm getting closer.

  "Mm!" She had planned to pull away and warn Veronica that she was going to cum but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She couldn't bring herself to pull her lips away from Veronica's tight cunt. Instead she simply gripped her tightly by the ass and doubled her efforts, trying to ensure that she wasn't the only one who got to cum.

  Veronica let out a muffled scream of pleasure and suddenly she seemed wetter than ever. Clearly Erica had done the right thing by doubling her efforts. She felt Veronica cum hard against her face, and knowing that she'd managed to get her off was enough to push her over the edge as well. Her pussy clamped tightly shut for a moment and she shuddered with pleasure. She buried her mouth against Veronica's cunt to muffle her yell of pleasure as she reached her climax, her pussy squelching with cum as she orgasmed.

  "Wow." It took a couple of minutes of panting for Veronica to rec
over enough to speak. She slowly dragged herself away from Erica and sat up on the bed, bracing her hands against her knees for support. "That's not the sort of service I usually offer, but maybe I should offer that more often," she said with a little laugh.

  "Definitely." Erica still hadn't recovered enough to give her more than a one-word answer.

  "I'll just turn the camera off," Veronica said breathlessly, easing herself off the bed and returning to her camera. She reached out to stop the recording and hesitated. "Oops."

  "Oops?" Erica asked without moving.

  "It looks like it wasn't recoding video after all," Veronica explained with a little chuckle. "Sorry about that."

  "It's fine," Erica assured her with a tired smile. "Just come and rest here with me for now. We'll fix that later."

  "Fix it? How?" Veronica returned to the bed and lay down beside Erica, who snuggled happily against her.

  "Once we've got our energy back we'll just do it all again and you can make sure you record it this time."

  "Oh?" Veronica grinned slightly and leaned in, gently kissing Erica. "Sounds like a good plan."

  "I thought so too," Erica said proudly, closing her eyes to rest properly. The intense orgasm really had taken a lot out of her. After a little rest however she was certainly looking forward to doing it all again. Maybe she didn't need the photo-book or the sexy video now anyway. If her husband didn't want to fuck then that was his loss. She was happier having Veronica in bed with her anyway.

  A Lovely Lesbian Queen

  Faith sighed quietly with exertion as she straightened up again and dusted her dress down with her hands. It had been a tiring day of work but that was nothing new. As a maid in the castle she always had plenty to be done, and as the head maid who personally saw to the queen's chambers and her every need, Faith was always especially busy. Still, it certainly wasn't a bad life. She was paid well for her services and though the queen didn't always say as much she was clearly thankful for her services.

  She stood back to admire her handiwork and get a better view to ensure everything was in place. Not quite satisfied with what she saw she stepped forward again and began adjusting the bedsheets to ensure they were neat without a single crease in order to please her queen. Considering her position there was no room for mistakes. Even if the queen would take pity on her and accept the odd mistake here and there she still had no intention of getting sloppy. She wanted to prove herself worthy of her position and make herself indispensable to the queen. Queen Summer could be somewhat brash at times and the last thing Faith wanted to do was get on the wrong side of her at the wrong moment. If she did then she could end up losing more than just her job.

  Stepping back to take another look at her work, Faith gave a brief, decisive nod. Good. Everything was in order. It had taken her a long time but eventually she had managed to finish her work for the day, not only getting everything in order for the queen but also getting everything in order for the princes and the princesses. It was a lot of work but fortunately her workload wouldn't be increasing any time soon.

  Although the queen was still healthy and fertile, her husband was no longer with them. The story told around the kingdom was that he had fallen ill suddenly and passed away, though as someone who was close to the royal family, Faith knew the truth. It was true that the king was no longer with them, but he wasn't dead. He had actually taken an interest in one of the women in the castle, and when Queen Summer discovered what he'd been up to he made a hasty exit with his newfound woman in tow. Nobody knew where they were now but the queen seemed happy to let him leave in exchange for taking control of his kingdom. None of her children were old enough to take over yet either, meaning she had total control in his absence.

  She was about to leave the room, satisfied that her work for the day was finally complete, but found herself hesitating. She felt as if she was missing something. She ran through a mental check-list of things as she looked around the room, trying desperately to find something amiss. Try as she might however, nothing was wrong. Everything had been completed. No single task had been left unfinished. More than likely it was just a strange feeling of something being wrong that would turn out to be incorrect yet even so she couldn't shake it. It was going to bother her endlessly if she didn't do something about it.

  Without any real work to do, Faith simply busied herself around the room. She fluffed up the pillows again. She dusted and tidied again. She double-checked the bed to ensure everything was in order. She even went on to open up a dresser and make sure that all of the queen's clothes were hanging properly and nothing needed to be cleaned. Again, she could find nothing that needed attending to. She even resorted to checking through some draws, though knew it was probably a bad idea. Who knew what the queen would think if she caught her going through her things? Despite that, her restlessness left her no choice. She knew the queen would be busy at the moment anyway. She was safe to do as she pleased.

  Faith only expected to find underwear and the like when she was looking through the draws. She found something more than that however, something that could only be described in polite company as a 'marital aid'. She hesitated for a moment before gently removing it from the draw to look at it. It felt surprisingly realistic, though the size was certainly larger than any penis she had ever seen before. She squeezed it slightly, rather enjoying the sensation of the dildo in her hand. She couldn't help grinning slightly at the texture. Then she realised what she was doing and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. This wasn't just a regular dildo. This was the queen's. More than that, it was probably seeing regular use considering that the queen no longer had a husband to attend to her needs and hadn't been known to take men to bed.

  It wasn't until the smell hit her that she realised what she was doing. Something in her had apparently convinced her it would be a good idea to bring it closer to her face and smell it. It was a bizarre decision yet strangely stimulating. Although faint she could almost swear she could still smell the queen on it. The queen was, without a doubt, an incredibly attractive woman. Faith had no problem admitting as much. The thought of getting so close to her pussy, albeit indirectly, was a huge turn-on. She could already feel the wetness of excitement growing between her legs. The thought that this object had been inside the queen, and was now in her hand, was incredibly exciting. Then it occurred to her that she could do something even more exciting with it. She knew the queen wouldn't be back for some time, meaning she had the entire room to herself. She also had a dildo in her hand, one that the queen had personally used. She wouldn't dare use the bed, of course, for fear of having to make it again, but there were still other options.

  Driven by her rapidly building lust, Faith hitched up her dress and lowered herself onto the floor. She spread her legs and reached down between them, already feeling the wetness of her pussy beginning to seep through her underwear. She could feel her heart racing as she removed her underwear and set it to one side, exposing her bare cunt to the room. Even knowing that she was safe it was impossible to shake the thought of the queen walking in and catching in the act. Strangely, rather than terrifying her, the thought just aroused her even more. She wriggled impatiently on the spot and slowly brought the dildo between her legs, gasping quietly as she cold tip pressed gently against her soaking entrance. This was it. She was going to do. She was going to masturbate in the queen's room, using a toy that she knew had already been inside the queen. In a strange way it was almost like getting to fuck the queen herself. After thinking that, it was impossible for her to hold back any longer. Faith stopped hesitating and pushed, biting back a quiet little moan as she dildo spread her pussy open.

  She moved her hand slowly at first, easing the thick toy slowly in and out of her pussy. She was already dripping wet and she had barely even begun yet. Clearly she was even more desperate than she had originally realised. The only sound in the room was her own quiet, panting breaths and the filthy squelching sound of her pussy every time she pushed the dildo in again.
She didn't dare strip off completely, just in case she was caught, but that didn't mean she had to limit her fun. She ran her free hand gently over her chest, groping her tits through her dress and squeezing them softly. She closed her eyes to focus more intensely on the sensation of pleasure, continuing to build up her pace and force as she continued fucking herself. No, that wasn't right. Viewing it as fucking herself, while strictly true, wasn't the best way to look at this. This was something that had been inside the queen. It was better to look at this as the queen fucking her. That was what she wanted, after all. She had no problem admitting, at least to herself, just how attractive she found the queen. If it was ever requested then she would have stripped off and leapt into the queen's bed in a heartbeat. It was incredibly disappointing that she had never received such a request, but failing that opportunity she considered this to be the next best thing.

  Rather than getting used to the sensation it just seemed to get better and better with every passing moment. She could hear herself getting louder and she had to bite down on her lower lip to try and stifle the sounds. Her moans were getting out of hand. The last thing she wanted was for someone to overhear and come to investigate. Not only would it land her in a world of trouble but it would also bring her fun to an abrupt and unsatisfying end. That was something she wanted to avoid at all costs. Her teeth clamped firmly on her lower lip to stifle her moans while her free hand continued to grope and squeeze her breasts. Her nipples were growing hard with arousal, enough that she could start rubbing over them even through her clothes. The feeling made her shudder with pleasure, though it was still nothing compared to the pleasure she was feeling further down.

  Faster and faster she continued to fuck the dildo, ramming it in as deep and hard and fast as possible. Eventually, biting down on her lip didn't seem enough to guarantee her silence. She released her breasts and clasped her hand over her mouth, using that instead to stifle her moans as they began to develop into screams of ecstasy. Her entire body was shaking and her pussy tightened suddenly, squeezing around the dildo as she grew even wetter. She had no idea how she was managing to keep so quiet, even as she reached orgasm, but even the orgasm alone wasn't going to be enough for her. She still needed more. She pressed her hand firmly against her mouth to silence herself and continued to ram the dildo in and out of her sopping wet slit. The sound of her pussy squelching with every thrust was incredibly lewd and the noise just turned her on even more, not that it was necessarily considering how aroused she already was.