by Amy Valenti
Reaching for the controls with her other hand, Tasha turned the dials. Up, up, up they went, and Ashley’s moan grew louder, her breath coming in fast gasps.
“Again!” Ashley cried, just that one word as her second orgasm seemed to shoot through her like an arrow, driving her body into a tight arch, her toes curling upward as she quivered on top of the machine. Her body turned quickly to jelly again, trembling and nearly collapsing.
Tasha stood quickly, her fingers never leaving the woman’s wetness, and came to stand next to her on the stool. Ashley quavered against her, still moaning and twisting on the machine.
“Stay with it,” Tasha encouraged her, spreading the woman’s lips as she squirmed on the Sybian. “There’s more.”
“Noooo!” Ashley cried. “I can’t, no more!”
Tasha lifted the woman’s chin off her shoulder with her other hand, turning her face to hers. God, but her eyes were beautiful. Dark and questioning, searching for something. “Yes... you can.”
“Please,” Ashley begged, swallowing hard. “I don’t think...”
Leaning in quickly, Tasha captured the woman’s mouth. It was soft, like rose petals, and she tasted sweet. But this was no little kiss, no brief connection, like before. Tasha’s tongue pressed past her teeth, forcing past her resistance. She didn’t think, she just acted, her mouth slanting across Ashley’s, taking the kiss as the hum of the Sybian rose all around them. Tasha could feel her give, she could actually feel it in the way Ashley softened against her, kissing her back, now, their tongues gently exploring.
“Yes,” Ashley murmured as the kiss broke, their eyes meeting. Tasha saw a trust in the woman’s eyes that made her heart lurch in her chest. “More... more...”
Ashley’s hand slipped behind Tasha’s head, her fingers lost in the soft black wings of her short, dark hair as they kissed again. The jolt that went through Tasha was electric and she moaned, unable to help herself. She had spent hours listening to and watching clients ride her machine today, which always left her wet and ready for a ride herself. But now, this quiet, shy woman was kissing her so hungrily it was as if she had never been kissed or touched before, and Tasha couldn’t take anymore.
“More,” Ashley insisted, breaking the kiss only to say the word before pressing her lips to Tasha’s again. Ashley’s fingers were moving over Tasha’s blouse, her dark little nipples hard and noticeable, even through her bra. What she lacked in experience, Ashley made up in enthusiasm, giving up on the buttons and just pulling Tasha’s blouse out of her skirt, shoving her bra up over the soft little mounds of her breasts.
“Oh God,” Tasha moaned when Ashley began to finger her nipples.
“So tiny,” Ashley murmured, moving back and forth between, as if she were testing them.
Tasha tried to fight the ache between her legs, growing even greater as her nipples were tugged and gently twisted in the woman’s fingers. The hum of the Sybian made her ache to climb up on it herself. Could two of them fit? she wondered. Tasha’s eyes flew open. What was she thinking?
“Oh my God,” Tasha gasped, breaking the kiss, moving her hand away from the woman’s pussy for the first time since she had first touched it. “We can’t... I’m sorry... this is...”
Ashley looked her, quizzical, her eyes glazed. She was still rocking on the Sybian, the wetness spreading to her thighs.
“This is very unprofessional,” Tasha said, swallowing hard. “I apologize.”
The woman’s lips curled into a smile. She reached her finger out and touched Tasha’s hard nipple through her blouse. “I won’t tell.”
Ashley pulled her in for another kiss. Tasha tried to resist, and if her skirt had had a zipper that day instead of elastic, she might have been able to, but Ashley’s hand had found its way underneath, seeking heat, and found it. There was no thinking anymore after Ashley’s hand cupped her mound, rubbing there as they kissed. Resistance was futile. Tasha was lost, too.
“Oooooohhhh!” Ashley moaned against Tasha’s mouth, her hand curling into a fist against Tasha’s pussy. She was trembling, and Tasha knew she was close again.
“Keep going,” Tasha gasped, feeling the woman’s knuckles moving over her pussy lips, as if knocking for entrance. “Don’t stop... remember, it’s a wave...”
“It’s so... goooooood!” Ashley shuddered and Tasha’s hand crept down again, spreading her lips and exposing her against the machine. “Ooooooooo yeah yeah!”
Ashley came for a third time, wrapping her arms around Tasha and pulling her in hard. The climax seemed to go on and on as Ashley bucked on top of the machine, grabbing Tasha breathless with each shuddering wave.
“Oh hell,” Tasha whispered, kicking off her heels and reaching under her skirt, pulling her panties off in a flash. “Want to see if this thing can hold two of us?”
Ashley nodded, still gasping, holding her hands out for her. “Come on.”
They tried it facing each other first, but the angle of their legs made it too difficult. The Sybian was going full blast and Ashley was quivering still as the dildo up inside her kept going and going. Tasha swore, climbing down, biting her lip and thinking.
“Ohhh yes,” Ashley moaned, leaning forward a little, her hands gripping the front of the machine as she rode. The woman hadn’t ever had even one orgasm before she walked through the door, and she was well on her way to her fourth! Tasha, on the other hand, would be happy with just one...
“Ah ha!” Tasha cried, wiggling out of her skirt and pulling her blouse over her head, not even bothering with the buttons. Her bra joined the rest of her clothes on the floor and she saw Ashley’s eyes moving over her briefly, lingering at her completely shaved mound, before Tasha mounted up on the Sybian behind her.
“Like a horse,” Ashley murmured, reaching behind her for Tasha’s arms and wrapping them around her.
“Giddyup,” Tasha agreed, cupping the woman’s heavy breasts with a sigh. She’d been aching to do that since she first saw them, and the weight of them didn’t disappoint her. Ashley shoved forward a little to give her space, although with the dildo up inside of her, there wasn’t much wiggle room.
If Tasha hadn’t been so narrow, they might not have fit, and she was thankful that Ashley had chosen an attachment that stretched all the way from the front of the machine to the back. She settled her wet, aching pussy over the machine with a happy sigh, fitting her hips against the soft, rounded seat of Ashley’s behind.
“You feel good,” Ashley murmured as Tasha pressed her breasts into the woman’s back and pushed her hair aside to kiss her neck. “Ohhh I like this...!”
“Me, too,” Tasha whispered, her mouth moving over the woman’s shoulder. They rocked together, their breath coming fast in the little room. Tasha knew it wouldn’t take her long at all to come, at least the first time. Her pussy was humming with pleasure, her belly quivering in anticipation.
“Ohhhh God!” Ashley moaned, cupping her own hands over Tasha’s, leaning her head back against the woman’s shoulder. “I can’t stand it!”
“Yes you can,” Tasha insisted, rocking her with her hips, moving her forward and back on the machine as the dildo up inside Ashley’s pussy whirled. “Ride with me, honey. You can do it.”
“Something inside me...” Ashley whispered, and Tasha could feel the woman’s fleshy thighs trembling against slim ones. “Is... is...”
“It’s okay...” Tasha bit her lip, rubbing her own clit over the flesh-colored rise between her legs. “It will... feel different... but still really, really... oh God this feels so good!”
“Mmmm!” Ashley turned her head for a kiss, and Tasha obliged. Tasha swore she could feel the electric pulse of their tongues touching down in her pussy, where the Sybian was roaring against her clit.
“Ohhhhh fuck!” Tasha cried, breaking the kiss and gasping against Ashley’s neck. “My pussy feels soooo fucking good!”
“Mine toooo!” Ashley’s fingers were digging into Tasha’s thighs as they rode together, hips l
ocked and thighs spread over the back of the machine. “Oh something’s... happening!”
Tasha knew Ashley was about to be carried away by her first g-spot orgasm but her own body was like a runaway train, and she couldn’t stop to explain it or prepare her. All she could manage was, “Hold onto me, baby,” as she wrapped her arms around the woman from behind, resting her cheek against her shoulder.
“Ohhhhh yes yes yes!” Ashley moaned, wrapping her arms around Tasha’s as she came, her head going back, her long hair spilling over them both. The jolt of Ashley’s body against Tasha’s, again and again, sent her rocking over the ridge of the machine, her pussy making wet noises as she shoved her hips into the woman in front of her.
“Gonna come,” Tasha whimpered, bucking her hips against Ashley’s as she did, her orgasm, so long-awaited, hitting like a thunderbolt, rocking them both forward and back in its wake. Ashley held tight, pulling Tasha’s arms around her as she came, wiggling her behind against the woman’s mound, both of them squirming in an attempt to stay on the machine.
Tasha kissed over Ashley’s shoulder and neck again and again in the wake of her own orgasm, still moaning softly at the hum between her legs. She could ride again—she could ride all night, she knew, until she found that place where orgasms peaked over and over in her belly, like one, long continuous thing.
But Max was due home in an hour, and she had to clean up. Groaning, Tasha slid down, reaching for her blouse and the controller at the same time. Ashley sighed when the dials were turned down and then off. She slumped over the machine, still panting.
“Thank you,” Ashley murmured, lifting her eyes. Tasha looked into them as she buttoned her blouse, feeling a slow heat rising in her face. My God... what kind of line had she just crossed? She just nodded, pulling her panties on and searching the floor for her skirt.
Ashley slid the dildo out with a little cry, tumbling off and leaning back on the table on her elbows. Tasha glanced over and saw her pussy, the inner lips red and swollen, a thick, creamy buildup of her juices pooling at the entrance. It was the sexiest thing she had ever seen.
“I’m really...” Tasha gave up looking for her skirt, coming over to stand by the table, her eyes meeting Ashley’s. “I haven’t ever done that with... a client... or... anyone...”
Ashley nodded, pushing a strand of dark hair out of her face, her eyes large behind the squarish frames of her glasses. “It’s okay... I told you... I won’t tell...”
Tasha gave her a small smile, her eyes moving down the woman’s breasts and belly to rest between her thighs. “I didn’t mean for it to happen... you just... you were so...” she shrugged, at a loss for words.
“I liked it.” Ashley shifted on the table, her hips moving slightly, and Tasha couldn’t take her eyes off the woman’s pussy. It was so swollen and pretty... “I’d like to do it again.”
Lifting her eyes, Tasha remembered the reason she was here, saying, “Well... there’s this club that I’ve started...”
“No,” Ashley cut her off, reaching her fingers down to touch herself, and Tasha’s eyes fell there again, like a magnet. Ashley spread it open, easing those thick folds of flesh back a bit at a time and Tasha found herself wondering what she tasted like.
“No?” Tasha managed, the ache between her thighs nowhere near sated.
“I meant, with you,” Ashley finished, biting her lip.
Tasha met her eyes... God, those big, beautiful brown eyes. She imagined doing this again and the throb between her thighs thickened. Smiling, her hand covered Ashley’s swollen mound and she murmured, “I think that could be arranged.”
Chapter Six
Tasha was still amazed at how Max didn’t seem threatened at all by the presence of the Sybian in their basement. She was riding it at least three to four times a week now. The more rides she gave out during the week, the more it seemed to call to her. Sitting on the other side of the door listening to the sounds of pleasure emanating from the little room was bad enough, but she was often called in to videotape, which was worse.
On those days, after seeing woman after woman rocking on top of the machine, the images mirroring what she’d been watching on the Internet and the DVDs they’d ordered months ago, her pussy was dripping and aching by the time Max got home for dinner. She could barely make it through the chicken stir-fry and brown rice or whatever she’d managed to throw together before racing back downstairs to the machine.
But Max didn’t seem to mind. Probably because her sex drive had increased exponentially. She’d never been a slouch in that department, but now she was a powerhouse, and Max was taking it in stride. In fact, he loved nothing better than to tease her about it. And he was merciless! His fingers would creep up her thigh during dinner, his eyes bright as he pressed them against her panties. He’d just tease her a little, carrying on a normal conversation while she squirmed in her chair and poked rice around her plate, waiting for him to finish.
Today was worse than most, too, because Ashley had come again (oh God, she had come… and come!) and they had ridden double for a while. It was funny, but Tasha couldn’t just settle for a five or ten minute ride anymore. One orgasm or two wasn’t enough. The amount of pleasure the Sybian was able to give her just kept edging upward every time, it seemed. Tasha glanced at Max, who was getting another helping, feeling a little guilty. She hadn’t told him… Ashley was still her little secret.
“Hey, baby,” Tasha said, getting up and putting her plate on the sink—a hopeful hint. “I got a new catalog today that I want to talk to you about.”
Max leaned back in his chair, his smile widening. “Uh-oh.”
“Look…” She found it in the stack on the counter, coming to slide her chair next to his and opening it beside his plate. “See?”
“You’ve already got things circled!” he laughed, flipping through. “Whoa… I like this one…”
She glanced at the machine, low to the ground, a thick dildo attached. “They’ve got all kinds of ‘fucking machines’… that’s what they’re called… just think of the variety we could offer!”
He gave her a sidelong look, and then grinned. “We’re gonna need a bigger room.”
“Well…” She bit her lip and put her hand on his leg, sliding her bottom closer, pressing her thigh against his. “With what we’ve made from the Sybian alone, I know we can afford it…”
He nodded, back to flipping pages. “Oooo, I’d like to see you on this…”
“Buy me one, then.” Her hand slid further up his thigh, seeking the stiff heat between them, and found it. He leaned back a little, taking the catalog with him, as she freed his cock.
“Mmmm yeah…” His voice came from behind the magazine as he looked at women in all sorts of positions, their pussies being filled by various dildos, driven by the force of a machine. “Get down there and suck it, baby.”
Eager to comply, she slid down under the kitchen table, tugging his trousers down enough so she could work without restraint. Tasha loved sucking cock, and Max’s was the most beautiful and responsive one she had ever had in her mouth. It stood straight up, the length of it nearly touching the underside of the table when it was free, the head a perfect, round mushroom, the thick, veiny length pulsing under her hand.
She wiggled herself between his legs, and he eased his chair back, giving her more room to move. Her tongue traveled the distance between his balls and the tip of his cock in one long, slow, ice-cream lick. He groaned and shifted when she swirled the wet heat of her tongue around the head and then took him into her mouth. She kept her hands on his thighs as she sucked him, working just her mouth up and down his shaft, trying to aim him for the back of her throat.
“Ohhh yeah….” he sighed, tossing the magazine onto the table, his eyes closing, his head going back. If he had to choose just one, this would be the sexual act that he would pick as his favorite, and Tasha had a way with blowjobs, there was no doubt about it. Nothing could beat eagerness and skill put together.
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sp; “I wanna go for a ride,” she whispered, still teasing the head, probing the hole there with her tongue, tasting his pre-cum.
He smiled, but didn’t open his eyes. “Lemme check and see if you’re ready…”
Sliding up between his legs, Tasha stood, pulling up her skirt and tugging down her panties. He squeezed the crotch of her panties first, noting the wetness, and then sought the smooth flesh of her pussy lips. Her labia were already slick with her juices, and the heat of her slit radiated like a little furnace when he spread her lips with his fingers to look at the pink inside.
His finger traced her clit in circles and she moaned, quickly working the buttons on her blouse. Max watched as she unhooked her bra and tugged at her nipples, her eyes half-closed in pleasure.
“Turn around,” he instructed, and she did as she was told, spreading her legs and pushing his plate to the other end of the table so she could rest her flushed cheek against the cool surface. Her legs were long and slim, but her pussy lips were fat and swollen under her tight little asshole, so pink at the center with its dark halo border.
“Oh God,” she whispered when he pressed his finger against the tight ring of her ass. She spread her legs wider, going up on her toes.
“I brought you a little present,” Max murmured, working his finger gently in, twisting it around until she was taking just the tip. “It was delivered to work today.”
She glanced over her shoulder at him, her eyes bright. “A new toy?”
Smiling, he stood, removing his finger and pressing the head of his cock against her pussy lips. They parted and his eyes closed briefly as he slid easily into her.
“Max!” Tasha gasped in surprise and arched back against him.
“Just don’t want you to forget what that feels like.” He winked, sliding his now-slick cock from her and slapping it across her ass.
She moaned. “Not likely.”
“Is the Sybian all ready?” His cock head made a wet trail from her asshole to her clit and back again.