by C. C. Morian
Which drove Lauren crazy, seeing Bob licking Gina, Lauren loved being licked, it was even better than being fucked, it’s what always got her off, and seeing Gina’s tongue, remembering how it felt in her mouth. . .
Gina’s eyes closed, her head went back, Bob was obviously doing something very good. Lauren took the opportunity to reach down and touch herself, she was soaked, she’d never been so wet so fast, she hadn’t even been touched by anyone, she couldn’t help herself, she should have felt like a hussy, on display, and all she could think of was to rub her pussy.
Suddenly Gina’s eyes snapped open. “You don’t get to do that, slave.”
Lauren froze, her hand on her pussy. She was the slave, she had to obey. She reluctantly moved her hand away. Gina smiled, and as Bob continued to lick her, Gina kept her eyes locked on Lauren. Lauren couldn’t turn away, the sight of Bob, on his knees no less, licking Gina, wearing nothing but her heels, looking sexy as hell, Gina really getting into it.
“That’s so good, I bet you think about this at the office, don’t you Bob? Licking my pussy? I bet you can’t concentrate at work. Lauren, I want you to remember this the next time you are in the office, instead of feeling high and mighty, you won’t be able to concentrate either, thinking about me getting licked like this while you are standing there naked and helpless.” Gina squirmed on the couch. “He’s really good, Lauren. I love being licked by someone on their knees, don’t you?”
Which was exactly what Lauren was thinking, she had to force herself not to touch herself, she was so worked up she’d masturbate right in front of Gina, she was past caring. So was so wet. . .
Lauren watched, mesmerized, as Bob slipped his finger into Gina’s pussy, then two, then three, sideways, fucking her with his big fingers, his tongue still on her clit. Lauren could actually hear the sound of his fingers moving in and out, she was unconsciously leaning forward to get a better view, she wanted to hear it. . .
“Fuck, that’s so good!” yelled Gina.
Gina’s outburst made Lauren look at her face, Gina’s eyes closed again, her hands wrapped around Bob’s head. Gina looked. . . simply gorgeous. Lauren had never seen a woman like this, she’d watched a little porn, but it all seemed so fake, here it was really happening, she wondered if she looked like that herself when lost in sex. Gina’s mouth was parted slightly, her luscious lips quivering, the same lips that Lauren had kissed. Lauren suddenly had the urge to jump off the table and kiss Gina, to take those lips in her mouth, to lick them the same way Bob was licking Gina’s pussy lips.
Lauren never got the chance to find out if she would have acted on her urge, because right then Gina started to shake, her nostrils flared, and she moaned, Bob speeding up his thrusts with his fingers, and now Lauren was moaning too, seeing Gina have an orgasm, the most erotic thing Lauren had ever witnessed, even more exciting than watching a man come, Lauren unable to take her eyes away from Gina’s face, flush with the throes of a shivering orgasm.
Gina finally opened her eyes, looking right at Lauren, then another spasm hit Gina, and she sighed.
“Was that good for you too, Lauren?”
Lauren flushed, feeling her face turn red. Yet she still burned with desire. She wanted to call Gina a bitch, but she couldn’t, the image of Gina’s beautiful face, lost in the orgasm, still in her mind.
Bob pulled himself up onto the couch and looked at Lauren. “Gina asked you a question. Was that good for you too?”
Lauren turned away, not knowing what to say.
“I think she liked it,” said Gina.
“Maybe we should find out if she’s turned on,” suggested Bob.
“Oh, I can tell she is,” said Gina. “Lauren, look at this.” Gina kissed Bob, her mouth wide open, her tongue darting into his mouth. “I taste good, don’t I, Bob?”
“You do,” agreed Bob. He put his sopping fingers to Gina’s lips. “I’ve never seen anyone get so wet. Lick it off.”
Gina put her lips to Bob’s fingers but then stopped. Her eyes narrowed. “Make her do it.”
Bob laughed. “You are a bitch.” But he got up and stood in front of Lauren. “Get on your knees.”
Lauren did as she was told, her legs were shaking so hard she was having a hard time standing up anyway. Bob held his large hands in front of her face, Lauren wanted to turn away, it was so kinky, and yet her eyes were drawn to his fingers, wet and sticky, Gina’s musk filling Lauren’s nostrils. She wasn’t going to do it, it was too crazy. . .
Gina jumped up and grabbed Bob’s hand and shoved it onto Lauren’s face, smearing her juices all over Lauren, forcing her fingers into Lauren’s mouth. Lauren didn’t have time to think, she just reacted, as she had when Gina had kissed her, Gina’s scent made her dizzy, and Lauren started sucking on Gina’s fingers, then Bob’s, taking all of them into her mouth.
Swallowing Gina’s juices.
Suddenly nothing else mattered, not the hard wood against her knees, not the thought of the crazy thing she was doing, the taste of Gina in her mouth drove Lauren wild, she couldn’t get enough.
“She does like it,” marveled Bob. “Lauren, you surprise me again.”
“That’s all she gets,” said Gina. “Although I bet she wants more.”
“What else should we make her watch?” asked Bob.
“I can think of a few things,” said Gina. Gina dropped to her knees in front of Bob, her mouth feeling for him through his pants. “But I think Lauren likes watching, and I’m not sure I want her to have that pleasure. She’s to used to getting whatever she wants. So I’ll save this for later, maybe we’ll make her turn around when I fuck you, so she can’t get to see.”
“You’re mean,” said Bob.
“You were too,” said Gina, standing up. “Inviting both of us up here, this stupid competition. Of course I’d win. Look at this body, how can I possibly lose?” Gina gestured to her breasts and legs.
“What now?” asked Bob.
“I’m hungry,” said Gina.
Bob put Gina’s hand on his crotch. “I’ve got something for you to eat.”
“Later,” said Gina. “Right now, I’m actually hungry. Sex always does that to me. Do you have any food?”
“Of course. You mean you want to stop and go get something to eat?”
Gina looked at Lauren, still on her knees on the coffee table. “No, I want her to go get it.”
“I’m a waitress now?” asked Lauren, peeved.
“No, you’re still a slave,” said Bob. “Go in the kitchen. In the refrigerator there is some salmon and chicken, and some fruit. Platters are underneath the counter. Bring us something nice to the dining room.”
“This is ridiculous,” argued Lauren.
Bob sighed. “Lauren, you really do need to accept your position.”
Lauren fumed, those were the same words that Gina had used to her. Lauren always saw herself as someone who would be in charge, who would be on top. Even though she wondered if she could be the boss, that’s what she always thought she craved.
“You’re right, Bob. She’s always trying to be someone she’s not,” said Gina. “Lauren, it’s time you learned where you belong in the pecking order. Now get our food.”
Lauren, angry, yet somehow glad to be told exactly what she needed to do, got off the coffee table. She was still naked and went to retrieve her dress.
“No, you don’t get that,” said Gina. “But I want something to wear. Bob, give me your shirt.”
Bob took off his shirt and Gina put it on, but didn’t button it. Lauren thought she looked incredibly sexy, wearing nothing but a man’s shirt. Lauren started for the kitchen but Gina stopped her.
“Lauren, I always see you staring at my shoes. Do you like them?”
Lauren was going to say Gina always looked like a hooker in them, but she bit her lip. And she realized that Gina was far too pretty for a hooker.
Gina slipped out of her heels. “You wear them.”
“I can’t,” protested Lauren.
“My feet are bigger than yours.”
“Good, they’ll remind you of how much smaller my gorgeous feet are. Do it.”
Lauren slipped off her own shoes and put one foot into Gina’s shoe. It was at least a full size smaller than what she wore, Gina had slim, elegant feet. Her foot screamed in pain, but the shoe was sexy, and Lauren felt a wave of excitement as she put the other one on and balanced on the four inch heels. She looked down at her legs, the tall heels accentuating her leg muscles, the spike making her feel so decadent, so slutty.
“Hey, those look pretty good on her,” said Bob. “Maybe you should wear something like that to work, Lauren.”
“Eyes here, Bob,” said Gina, although she was looking appreciatively at Lauren as well. “Now go and get our food, slave.”
Lauren gingerly made her way to the kitchen, glad to be away from them, but missing the eyes on her, the decadence of the slutty heels overcoming the pain in her feet. Maybe she would wear something like this to work, just to tease Bob.
In the kitchen Lauren leaned against the counter, still hot and aroused, not believing what she was doing, she’d just watched a woman get licked! And now she was totally naked, acting as a slave. What would happen next?
Lauren’s hands moved to her pussy, her clit jumped out at her fingers, and without thinking she began to rub herself, the image of Bob on his knees, and the look on Gina’s face. . .she moaned.
Suddenly her hand was slapped away. “What are you doing?” hissed Gina, right there, her mouth up against Lauren’s face, Gina’s breasts pushed into Lauren’s back. “I told you, no touching.”
“But I’m so—,” Lauren couldn’t help it, the words were out of her mouth.
“Turned on?” whispered Gina, her hand gripping Lauren’s wrist. “What got you so excited? Where you watching Bob? Or me?”
“Both of you,” admitted Lauren.
“Admit it, you are jealous!”
Lauren gritted her teeth and kept her mouth shut.
Gina laughed. “Be like that. But I know the truth. And now you know what it’s like to want something you can’t have. Now get our food. And I’ll be watching you.” She turned to go, then said, “And bring us some wine.”
Lauren hurried to get the food. She found three small platters, filling them with the fish, the meat, and a mixture of fruit. As she cut up the fruit she realized she’d never prepared food naked before, and she giggled, her first time in the kitchen naked, and she wasn’t even at home.
Lauren found a bottle of chilled white wine. From a wine glass rack in the corner, she took out three glasses, then after thinking, put one of them back. She was, after all, the slave, she wouldn’t be allowed to drink, nor should she.
If this was what it meant to be a slave, it wasn’t all bad. Even the pain from the shoes reminded her of her place. In a way, she kind of enjoyed it. She didn’t have to think about what to do, just do it. She had made her life so difficult, learning how to boss people around, always wondering if she would make the right decision, always insecure, worried about what people might think. Being told what to do was so—refreshing, so free. Nothing to worry about, nothing to think about. Just do what you were told.
She was being a slave, and nothing at all bad had happened, in fact, she was enjoying it. Even her embarrassment was fading away.
Lauren brought the food and wine to the dining room, where Bob and Gina sat at the large gleaming steel table, like a couple in a restaurant, if the restaurant allowed guests wearing just an open man’s shirt, and had naked waitresses. Lauren giggled again.
“What are you laughing at?” asked Gina.
“Nothing,” said Lauren quickly. She set the platters down and poured the wine, then stood there uncertainly.
“We need plates,” said Gina, harshly.
Lauren turned to go, but Bob said, “No we don’t. Come here, slave.” He gestured to the table. “Get up here. This time, lie down.”
“What?” asked Lauren, confused.
“Lie down on the table,” ordered Bob. “Face up.”
“And you call me a bitch,” said Gina. “Hurry up, Lauren, you heard him.”
“Come on, I’m hungry,” said Bob, lustily looking at Lauren’s body.
Lauren gingerly stood on one of the chairs, struggling in Gina’s heels. “Maybe I should take these off?”
“No, I like them,” said Bob. “Sit on the table, then swing your legs over.”
Lauren did as she was told, the cold steel of the table giving her goose bumps. When she swung around to lie down, her legs were momentarily thrust open, and she was surprised when she caught Gina looking at her pussy.
“Lie down flat,” ordered Bob.
Lauren flattened herself on the table, looking up at the ceiling, feeling even more self conscious than she had on the coffee table.
“Hold very still,” said Bob. He grabbed a strawberry and placed it on Lauren’s belly button, the coldness making her tighten up. “Still, I said,” said Bob. He proceeded to cover Lauren’s body with the fruit, cantaloupe between her breasts, peaches on her tummy, more strawberries.
The cold wet fruit made Lauren squirm, she felt so depraved. But nothing like what she felt when Bob bent over and sucked the strawberry out of her navel. His tongue touched her belly button and a shiver ran through her body.
“Umm, that’s good,” said Bob. He looked at Gina. “We need some whipped cream.”
Gina laughed. “I’ll get it.”
“And some bananas!” called Bob. He grinned wolfishly. “I wish I had a cucumber.” He continued to fill Lauren’s body with the fruit. “Do you like this, Lauren? I do say, you have exceeded my expectations.”
“You’re cruel,” Lauren gritted at him. She didn’t want to admit she was enjoying herself, although if she had been alone with Bob, being treated like his slave, she wasn’t sure she would have been enjoying it so much, there was something about Gina being there that changed the equation. And deep down, Lauren rationalized, she still wanted to beat Gina, didn’t she? Although at the end of the day, Lauren wasn’t sure if Bob was worth winning, he had a selfish streak, he wasn’t fair, and he had lied to her.
Even Gina hadn’t done that. Gina had just been, well, Gina.
Gina came back with a bunch of bananas and the whipped cream and set them on the table.
“Now,” said Bob, “Should we tease her a little?”
“Just a little,” said Gina, her eyes glittering. “I want her to suffer.”
Bob took the whipped cream and positioned it between Lauren’s breasts. Lauren stiffened, waiting for the cold blast. When it came she almost leaped off the table, the rush of air jolting her even though she was expecting it. Bob ran the cream down her belly, across her belly button, then back up, across her breasts, making a small pile at each teat. Then he shook the can and held it over her pussy, a mad smile on his face. “Want to be creamed?” he joked.
Lauren watched her legs open as if someone else was forcing her, her hips thrusting up, not understanding even her own body, reaching out for something as simple as whipped cream. Bob grinned and shot the cream over her pussy, her clit swelling at the onrush. Lauren groaned, thrashing on the table, jarring some of the fruit off her belly.
“Tsk, tsk,” said Bob. “Hold still.” Lauren tried, but every time Bob sprayed her she shook, she wanted to grab the can and stick the nozzle right up against her clit.
The can was empty, and Bob put it down. “Too bad.” He leered at Lauren. “You look delicious.” Bob ran his tongue along Lauren’s stomach, licking up the cream, sucking in some of the fruit. “You taste delicious, too.”
Gina was laughing. “You used up all the fruit, what am I going to eat?”
Bob glanced up at her, his mouth covered in cream. “You can have the meat. Or,” he paused dramatically. “The fish.”
“Ha-ha, very funny,” said Gina.
“What’s the matter?” asked Lauren, having a hard time speaking, she was so turned on. “You to
o good to eat off me?”
Gina’s eyes flared. “You’re the slave, I’ll do what I want.”
“She does have a point,” said Bob.
Gina hesitated, then bent her face over Lauren’s breast.
Lauren held her breath. Gina’s curly hair fell over Lauren’s neck, feeling wonderful, but blocking her view, and for some reason she wanted to watch Gina. Lauren reached up and moved Gina’s hair aside, just as Gina wrapped her lips around Lauren’s nipple.
Lauren moaned again, the feeling of Gina’s mouth, just the sight of it, this beautiful woman, a woman she wanted to hate, sucking the white foam off her breast, it was such a turn on. Gina licked up the cream and smacked her lips, pulling at Lauren’s nipple, hard, maybe thinking it would be painful. If only she knew, thought Lauren, that’s what turns me on more than anything, I could never get a guy to suck my nipples as hard as I wanted.
Lauren gasped, pretending to be in pain, and just as she hoped, Gina sucked her harder, pulling Lauren’s stiff nipple into her mouth. Gina’s hand came up and grabbed Lauren’s other breast, roughly squeezing the nipple.
“Please,” gasped Lauren.
“Oh, does this hurt?” asked Gina. “Too bad, I like it.” Gina sucked even harder, and Lauren thought she might have an orgasm right there, she’d dreamed of this, her nipples being manhandled.
But she’d never thought it would be by a woman.
“I want some of that,” said Bob, and he pushed Gina’s hand aside and started sucking on Lauren’s other breast. Lauren was in heaven, her two breasts being suckled at the same time, hard, one of her favorite fantasies, never imagining it would really happen.
And she was not only being sucked, but being sucked hard. Just the way she loved it. Lauren bit her tongue, she wanted to let Gina and Bob know how good it felt, but she was afraid they would stop if they realized how much it was turning her on.
Gina finally pulled away, Lauren’s nipple exploding from her mouth with a loud pop, the teat impossibly elongated. Gina glanced up at Lauren, maybe expecting to find some sense of pain in her features, but Lauren couldn’t fake that.
“Hmm,” said Gina. “Maybe we need some kind of clamp for this.”