The Ultimate Collection: 18 Books

by D. L. Savage

  She turned to the bar to get my drink and as she was talking with the pretty female bartender, I started to get the feeling that I was being watched. Sure enough, as my eyes traced another circle around the room, I realized that practically every girl in this damn place was looking back at me.

  It was such a strange feeling – a mixture of excitement, nerves, embarrassment, and lust, too.I felt so exposed, so vulnerable – dressed in nothing more than this tiny little skirt and vest – and it must have been obvious to all of them how young, how innocent, how inexperienced I was.

  “I’m Layla, by the way,” the friendly girl at the bar said, handing me my drink. “And you are?”

  “Bobbie,” I replied, feeling my face flushing with heat, all over again aware at how intense this whole evening had suddenly become. “So,” I added shyly, “do you know who invited me up to the VIP room?”

  At this her face broke out into a playful smile and she nodded.

  There was a pause, just long enough for me to feel my heart booming in my chest, before she said, “I did, sweetie.”

  I stared back at her in total disbelief. She was stunning – as beautiful and gorgeous as any catwalk model. And out of all the girls in this club she’d chosen skinny little me? It felt like some crazy dream, as I sipped my drink nervously, trying to hide the huge grin that was starting to tug at the corners of my glossy lips.

  “So, d’you wanna dance?” she asked in a sexy purr, her sparkling blue eyes fixing onto mine.

  “Sure,” I replied, knowing that even if I was totally nervous and out of my depth, I’d regret it if I didn’t take a step outside my comfort zone. Because deep down wasn’t this just what I was hoping for all along?

  She offered me her slender hand and I took a final nervous gulp of my drink before setting it on the bar, then taking her hand and letting her lead me right into the center of the dance floor. As she led the way, I realized just howtall she was, too – way taller than me.

  We began to dance, each matching the other’s rhythm, and even though I could still feel the burning gaze of all the other women in the room, my eyes stayed locked on Layla’s now, just like hers remained fixed on mine. As we moved to the beat, I even began to enjoy myself – actually reveling in the sexy, slutty clothes I was wearing, savoring the way my movements and my body were obviously turning Layla (and perhaps a few onlookers) on, feeling the cool air against my bare ass, feeling the subtle tug of my thong between my buttcheeks, and my nipples pressing and aching against the stretchy slutty fabric of my top.

  And on top of that, Layla seemed so in tune with me; always moving in closer, pushing her body against my own, her hands exploring my curves (if you could even call them that). Because next to her, I felt like some silly little schoolgirl. She was all woman; tall and beautiful, her long blonde hair flicking as she danced, her ample breasts straining tightly against her sexy, skintight outfit.

  Before long, I just couldn’t resist it any longer. It was like there were invisible magnets, pulling me even closer towards her. As I leant in, I noticed she was doing the exact same thing, and as our lips finally met, a deep shiver of pleasure ran through my body.

  Oh my god, it was such a delicious kiss, and I melted into it, giving myself up to her completely, letting her take control – pushing her lips firmly against mine now, her tongue exploring my mouth as I felt my nipples tightening even more, becoming two hard little buds while my clit beginning to throb and ache in my soaking wet panties.

  “You want to take this somewhere a little more ... private?” Layla murmured between kisses. “We could go back to my apartment if you wanted sweetie?”

  “Yes,” I replied, my voice trembling with excitement, hardly able to believe that my sexy girl-on-girl fantasy was about to become reality. “I’d really like that.”

  “Come on then,” she grinned at me, taking my hand. “What are we waiting for? Let’s go!”

  As we made our way hand in hand, back out through the busy club, I cast around for Kelly, hoping to at least let her know where I was going before I left. I’d not taken my cell with me and I suddenly felt stupid for being so unprepared. But at the same time, I was way too excited to stop what was happening. And anyway, I figured that I could just see her in the morning and tell her what happened then. Who knows? Maybe she was going back to the apartment of some hot chick that she’d picked up too!

  As we stepped out of the club into the cool night air, I felt another rush of nerves. I’d been so sensible in my life up until now, so reserved, so innocent, so cautious. And now here I was, dressed up in slutty clothes, about to go home with a total stranger.

  Just then, I felt her slender hand slip around my waist, pulling me in tight towards her, as she purred in my ear, “I can’t wait to get you alone.”

  Another shiver of anticipation and pure lust shot through me, and the cold night seemed to accentuate just how hot and wet my pussy was for her.

  She stuck out her hand and like magic, a taxi pulled up to the curb right next to us.

  “Ladies first,” she grinned as she held the door open for me, and as I slipped inside the cab, I could feel my tiny skirt riding right up around my waist, my bare ass flashing back at her for a brief moment ...

  God, I felt like such a total slut. And I was loving it!

  The taxi ride was a blur. She only lived a few blocks away, and while I wanted to kiss her, I felt shy doing it in front of the gruff male driver. I guess Layla felt the same way, because we both just sat there in silence, our hands intertwined, our hearts pounding. And with each fresh second that passed, the anticipation became even more intense between us.

  Pretty soon the car pulled up again outside a regular-looking apartment block, and she quickly paid the fare, then got out first before holding the door for me again.

  She punched in the key code at the main entrance and then we stepped inside the surprisingly plush interior. Holy shit. This was a world away from my crummy student housing. She was living as a real adult; that was for sure.

  “It’s up on the first floor,” she said, nodding at the flight of steps.

  So I set out first and as I began to climb the stairs with Layla behind me, I was reminded all over again just how damn short my skirt was. She must have been getting quite the eyeful, because a moment later she giggled and said, “Oh my god, your ass is so cute!” and even gave one of my bare butt cheeks a little slap.

  As she did so, I felt another rush of excitement. This was really happening! It wasn’t just some crazy dream or fantasy!

  Finally we reached the top of the staircase and Layla punched in another code, then pushed open the door to her apartment and flicked on the light and I let out a little gasp of surprise.

  “This place is amazing!” I gushed. It was true. It had to be the most beautifully furnished apartment I’d ever seen – polished wooden floorboards, huge floor-to-ceiling windows along one wall, giving an amazing view of the twinkling lights of the city below us, and standing in the center, a plush purple couch, big enough to double as a bed.

  “You want a drink or anything, sweetie?” she murmured, letting the door to the apartment softly close behind us.

  I shook my head, as I turned to face her, and from the expression in her face, her bright blue eyes sparkling with naughty glee, it seemed like drinking was the last thing on her mind, too.

  “Just look at you,” she said with a smile, her heels clicking on the wooden floorboards as she made a slow deliberate circle around me, appraising my slim body from head to toe. “Aren’t you just the cutest little thing?”

  I didn’t know how to reply, so I just smiled and nodded, feeling my face once again flush with a telltale heat; that weird mix of embarrassment and total lust coursing powerfully through my veins.

  She came to a stop before me, and I took the chance to really look at her too: tall and elegant, slim yet toned, her blonde hair so long and glossy, tumbling over her tanned shoulders, her tight white dress perfectly showing off he
r beautiful body – those large firm breasts, those gorgeous hips, those toned thighs. It was all I could do not to just fall on my knees before her and worship her perfect physique.

  As she took a step closer to me, my senses were filled with the scent of her perfume – both sweet and spicy simultaneously. It suited her perfectly, complimenting both how utterly feminine she was, yet also hinting at a strength, a power; hinting at how utterly dominant and in control she was right now.

  I realized I was actually trembling as she took my face in her long slender fingers then leant in towards me. I closed my eyes, savoring the silky feel of her lips brushing against my own, teasing me in a quick kiss before pulling away again.

  I let out a soft moan, despite myself, as her hands moved to my body now, tracing my tender breasts, her fingertips lingering for a moment over my rock-hard little nipples, toying with them through the stretchy fabric of my top, before taking my hands in hers and leading me towards the large purple couch in the center of the room.

  I gave myself up to her completely, letting her lead me over towards it, then softly pushing me back onto it, so that I was lying there before her, propped up on my elbows, watching in anticipation as she stood before me.

  I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her as she confidently reached behind her back for a moment, and then I heard the telltale sound of a zipper, as easily peeled off her tight white dress, letting it fall away from her shoulders, revealing the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra beneath it.

  And oh my god, her breasts were absolutely perfect. Just the right size for her body, pert and full, her large deep pink nipples standing up to attention in two delicious-looking, inviting buds. As I stared at them, I felt my pussy throbbing and aching, as I imagined what it might be like to take one of her nipples in my mouth, swirling my tongue in sensual circles around her hard puckered flesh.

  She wiggled her hips a little, pushing off the rest of her dress, letting it fall around her ankles, revealing a cute white g-string beneath, through which I could clearly make out the meaty bulge of her pussy lips, and again I felt my body aching for her, imagining what it might be like to finally get my first taste of pussy.

  But it seemed as if she wanted the exact same thing, as a moment later she fell to her knees before me, reaching out and placing her hands confidently on my knees, spreading my legs so wide that my skirt once more rode up around my waist, exposing my soaking wet thong beneath.

  She leant forward, her bright blue eyes locking onto mine, her hands now slipping beneath me, cupping my ass as she brought her mouth to my clit, teasing it through the silky material of my panties, sending a sharp shockwave of pleasure right the way through me.

  I gasped, letting out a deep moan, as she flicked her tongue over my clit, and then a moment later, she hooked her thumb around the edge of my panties, and pulled them roughly to one side, exposing me, before quickly bringing her mouth between my legs, this time dancing her tongue up and down my sopping, aching pussy in swirling sensual motions, causing fresh waves of pleasure to bubble up and shoot around my writhing little body.

  I lay back on the couch, totally lost now in the sensations, the moans escaping my mouth in such a rush that I found myself sucking on one of my fingers to stifle them, as she worked my pussy and clit so expertly with her tongue.

  She kept her hands firmly on my butt, cupping my cheeks as she tongued away at me, way sexier than any guy, and before long I began to feel that familiar rush building inside me, bubbling up and out from my core, until all of a sudden, with a final delicious shiver, I was coming hard on her face, my body bucking and thrashing as I sucked on my knuckle, my stifled moans and sighs still filling the room despite my best efforts to muffle them.

  Holy shit, I thought as I lay back contentedly on the couch afterwards,that was intense!

  But even as I was savoring the sensations, I could feel my lust returning again, as I realized that I still hadn’t even started to enjoy my new friend’s body yet – so far I’d just laid back and let her do all the work. Now it was my turn; my turn to bring her pleasure. And at the thought, I felt my body responding eagerly, my pussy once again starting to throb with anticipation.

  Layla pushed herself back to her feet, standing before me, so perfect, so beautiful, and I noticed with a shiver of excitement that her plump lips and chin were shiny with my juices.

  “You taste delicious,” she smiled, licking her lips.

  “Thank you,” I replied, no longer feeling embarrassed or shy. And suddenly I felt able to say exactly what I wanted. “Now I want to taste you,” I stated, surprised at my newfound confidence.

  “Why certainly, sweetie,” she smiled back, hooking her thumbs beneath the waist band of her tiny white g-string and sliding it down over her thighs, revealing her shaved, glistening pussy beneath. I couldn’t take my eyes off that secret place between her legs: it was so perfect, with a surprisingly big pink clit peeping deliciously out from beneath a thick dark hood of skin, and below it her pussy lips so puffy and meaty, already swollen with anticipation and glistening a little with her juices.

  She kicked off her panties, then climbed up onto the couch, lying down next to me. When she leant in for a kiss, I shivered with delight, as I tasted the sweetness of my own pussy juice on her tongue and lips.

  And then it was time: time for me to finally give in to my deepest desires.

  With a fresh pang of nervousness, I pushed myself up onto all fours and climbed over her, my heart pounding as I finally gave myself up to my most secret urges ...

  I began with her breasts, cupping them in my palms, savoring their softness and warmth for a moment, before taking one of her hard dark nipples between my lips, flicking my tongue around the stiffened flesh, feeling flashes of pleasure rush through my own body as I sucked on her hard teat, finally satisfying an urge I’d had for so long. And from the soft moans Layla was making beneath me, I guessed that she was enjoying herself too.

  As I kissed and suckled on her nipples, I let my fingers stray further downwards, first over her toned washboard stomach and then right between her legs, registering with surprise just how fucking wet she was. As I stroked her thick meaty pussy lips with my fingertips, I could feel the sticky, silky warmth of her juices flowing out in a rush from deep within her, and I used her goo as a lube, tracing it upwards, then circling her hard swollen clit slowly and sensitively with my fingertips, causing her to shiver and moan again, her body trembling now.

  Finally, I couldn’t take it any longer. I just had to kiss her there – I had to taste the sweetness of her pussy.

  Still trembling with excitement, I began to trace my kisses downwards, over her firm stomach and then right between her legs, first lapping tenderly at her clit hood, then further down, teasing my tongue right between the glistening folds of her pussy lips, her sweet juices flooding my mouth as I worked my tongue deeper and deeper inside her, my own pussy throbbing madly too, my whole body charged with excitement as I finally acted out one of my most private fantasies on this gorgeous woman, writhing in ecstasy beneath me.

  But all of a sudden, I felt her hands slip into my hair and softly pull my face away from her, even though I was enjoying what I was doing so much I could have just carried on forever.

  “Huh?” I said, a little disappointedly, and when I looked up at her I noticed there was a naughty little smile playing on her lips.

  “You want to see something really cool?” she said in a half whisper.

  “Sure,” I replied, still puzzled, wondering what she could mean.

  “Pass me that case,” she said, nodding towards a strange, small black box on a little side table next to the couch.

  I did as I was told, reaching out and grabbing the black case and handing it to her. It was heavy and well made, and I wondered what it could possibly contain. I watched, transfixed, as Layla slowly unclasped its lock then opened the lid of the case, revealing two small identical glittering items inside, bulb-like in shape and cut from some kind
of sparkling glass.

  “Are those ...” I began. But I couldn’t quite bring myself to say the word.

  “Butt plugs,” she smiled back, without a hint of embarrassment. “But these aren’t just any kind of butt plug. Watch ...”

  I stared, totally transfixed, as Layla took one of the glittering plugs and lifted it to her mouth for a moment, wrapping her plump lips around it and sucking on it until it was nice and wet. Then she lay back on the bed, spreading her legs wide apart, as she began gently teasing her tight little asshole with the plug. I watched her eyes close and her mouth open in soft sigh of pleasure as she slowly eased the plug right into her ass, her body sucking it quickly inside, leaving just a delicate glittering round circle of glass resting on top of her butthole.

  I had to admit, I was pretty turned on as I watched her, and a kinky little part of me wondered what it might feel like to plug my own ass like that, too. Back when I was with Jared, he’d hinted at trying butt stuff a couple of times, but I’d always said I wasn’t interested – that it was just gross. But now, watching Layla softly sighing in ecstasy at the feel of that plug in her ass, I was starting reconsider my opinion.

  In fact, her moans were getting pretty crazy now. She was lying back on the bed, legs spread wide, really groaning and sighing and I wondered what exactly it was about a butt plug that was getting her so damn hot.

  But even as I was watching her, something started happening that I simply couldn’t quite believe. Her pussy was ... growing.

  I stared, totally transfixed as her clit thickened and lengthened, first to an inch, then two, then three, and still it kept swelling and swelling. And beneath it, just above Layla’s meaty pussy lips, two round bulges had started to appear, too. No, it couldn’t be, I thought, as I watched in total amazement.

  But sure enough, Layla was actually growing a full cock and balls, right there above her pussy. Her clit was no longer a clit at all now – it was a thick glistening cock, growing thicker and longer with every second, and below it were a big fat pair of silky smooth balls.