Sugar and Spice: A Collection of Kinky Girl-On-Girl Stories

by Mira Paul

  She dipped her head and sniffed loudly, breathing in the scent that only Selene could create: bubble bath, peppermint, and the ocean all in one. She licked Selene’s slit with her tongue wide and flat, covering as much of her cunt as she could with her tongue. Again and again she lapped at her until Selene’s wriggling and thrusting hips made her pleasure clear. Then she curled her tongue and thrust it in and out of her wet pussy, listening with glee to the familiar sounds of Selene’s moaning orgasm.

  Smiling like the Cheshire cat, she stood, stretched, then lay down beside Selene. Alex removed the clothespins, then stroked Selene’s jawbone gently with a glove-covered index finger. Bending low to her ear, Alex asked, “Are you enjoying yourself, little girl?” Selene nodded shakily, eyes still unfocused with pleasure.

  “Here’s where the fun really starts.” Alex backed away, taking in the beautiful picture of the naked, bound girl lying sopping wet on their bed. “That first dildo was just to get your throat opened up, sweetie. But we’re going to get you an upgrade tonight.” While she spoke, she unclasped the straps to remove the modest five-incher she’d been sporting and pulled a much taller and thicker model out of a bedside drawer.

  Slipping the dildo into the harness with practiced motions, she took her time deliberately adjusting the straps just so in front of Selene’s waiting, trembling body. With the dildo poised between her legs, Alex stepped to the bed and knelt stood so it pointed at the bound woman’s mouth.

  Selene expectantly opened her mouth, but Alex reached down to correct her with a not-so-gentle slap to the cheek. “I didn’t tell you to do anything, did I?”

  Selene shook her head.

  “Then don’t act like you know what I want, little girl.”

  Selene nodded.

  “Now lick your lips and show me how hungry you are.”

  Selene complied, smearing her ruby red lipstick that, until this moment, had remained pristine in the process.

  “That’s good. Now you can open up.”

  Selene’s lips parted, revealing her tongue and throat. Alex swirled her hips, rubbing the dildo around Selene’s mouth, further mussing her lipstick, before she slipped it in. Selene automatically started sucking, complying with the movements of Alex’s hips and hands, which were pulling at Selene’s dark hair, forcing the dildo deeper with subsequent thrusts. Selene gagged, but Alex was relentless and the girl yielded, opening her throat to Alex’s insistence.

  Alex watched her, gripped with lust, and felt her body respond. The dildo, once an extension of her, was now something she felt as if it were her own. The sensations caused by Selene’s mouth started slowly but built quickly, so Alex could not keep herself from fucking the girl’s face harder than she’d planned, orgasms shuddering up from her groin to her breasts and back again. When she had come back to herself, she climbed off of Selene and kissed her gently across her soft face.

  “That was so good, baby. I came so hard. Do you think it’s time you had another orgasm?”

  Selene nodded wildly and Alex reached into the slit between her bound thighs to feel her sopping pussy lips. Slippery and full of blood, Selene’s delicate cunt lips gushed at her touch. Both women shook with pleasure, waiting for the orgasm to work through Selene’s body. Alex felt pride, pleasure, and lust roaring through her, could feel the powerful ache of her dark desires roaring up out of the place where she stuffed them deep down out of the light of the every day.

  Roughly, she pulled the girl up, turned her about, and threw her facedown on the waiting bed. Selene’s ass glowed like a beautiful moon, making Alex hungry to mark mauve lines across the smoky landscape of her beautiful girl’s skin.

  She chose a slim black slapper from her toys and caressed it expertly in her gloved fingers. Since Selene was new to the pain-as-pleasure game, Alex wanted to use something with high shock value but little damage. Slappers were perfect, with their alarmingly loud noise but fairly gentle impact—compared to Alex’s riding crops and canes, that is.

  Selene waited patiently, facedown on the bed, the lines from the chair already starting to fade.

  With a rakish grin, Alex swung her hand up and then firmly down on Selene’s ample bottom, landing the slapper with a loud thwack! Selene’s entire body convulsed against her binding ropes to jump in surprise. Alex’s grin grew wider and she paused a few seconds before once more swinging her slapper solidly into Selene’s exposed nethers. Two-inch-wide stripes of dark pink appeared before Alex’s waiting eyes, like Polaroids bubbling into images, and she growled deep in her throat.

  Such sights never failed to bring out the animal in her, and Alex spent the next ten minutes wildly bringing the slapper down across Selene’s ass and thigh, watching the crisscrossing pink cover more and more of her lover’s sensitive skin.

  Having released some of her internal frenzy, Alex felt contained enough to once more touch the beautiful, rope-wrapped Selene. Gently, she caressed Selene’s bottom with her gloved hands, kissing the blood-warmed skin over and over. Alex started licking instead of kissing the closer she came to the slit between Selene’s legs, and she let her broad tongue travel slowly across the creases between her ass and thighs.

  Selene, still facedown and wrapped in rope, began rolling her hips and arching her back, exposing more of her ass to Alex, who pulled it closer and shoved her face in deep to tongue Selene’s little pursed hole. Selene squealed and bucked, so Alex popped back up, laughing gently.

  She slid her long, firm body up against her partner’s smooth back and ass, lifting her torso over Selene’s bound arms. She loved feeling so much of their skin against each other, the mutual heat they generated, physically and mentally. It made her hunger deep inside open like a chasm that she willingly threw herself into.

  Roughly, but tenderly—she knew how much pain was just too much—she pulled Selene’s dark hair back, exposing her delicate bronze neck. With a lick and a kiss to the neck, she plunged the dildo into Selene’s sopping cunt, thrusting with wild abandon as she gripped the bound woman tighter to her breasts.

  Her hips, abs, and thighs strained to keep up the momentum as her mind was filled with images of fire and drowning—the only scenes she could fathom to fit such an absorbing feeling. She was a thing to serve and please this treasure in her arms, and she gave herself over to the task with abandon, mingling her cries with Selene’s.

  When they were both spent, Alex forced her groaning body to remove Selene’s binds, kissing where the pressure had left imprints. Selene’s body released itself like a flower opening, and she lay hazy-eyed with pleasure, slicked with a sheen of sweat. Alex collapsed beside her, curving herself to fit beside her lover. Together they panted till their breath returned to them. Then, holding hands, they rested silently, letting the air conditioning whisk away their sweat.

  Once she felt cool again, Alex sat up and turned, smiling towards Selene. “How’s about that dinner then?”

  Selene laughed and exaggeratedly mimed her exhaustion. “I couldn’t possibly cook now!” she protested.

  Alex bent down to kiss her lovely lipstick-smeared lips. Rubbing her nose to Selene’s she murmured, “Then come sit with me while I cook for us, darling. I can fill you up right.” She grinned as a fresh peal of laughter rang from Selene. Alex sprang up, giving her hands to Selene for help.

  Once Selene was standing, Alex couldn’t resist holding her just a bit—and after a long, slow hug, the lovers walked hand in hand together down the hall.

  Für Elise

  by Maggie Morton

  “How does it look?” I asked, looking at myself in the mirror. The collar was almost too tight, but maybe that was how it was supposed to be. It was my first time wearing one, after all. My first time being collared. “Hot,” Elise said. She stood to my right, and I looked over at her—my beautiful femme with the long, brown curls, the beautiful blue eyes, and the red-lipsticked grin of a sadist. Then I looked back at the full-length mirror I stood in front of, giving myself the once-over. I looked more of a dyk
e than her, my hair cropped short and close to my head, my face plain and empty of any makeup. I detested the stuff, but loved it on Elise, loved watching her hook her garter belts around her waist, adjust her teardrop breasts in her lace demi bras, then she would bind me tight, wrapping layer after layer of soft, beige cloth around my own breasts, the ones I usually didn’t want. I hadn’t known that first time she saw me naked that she would some day beg to top me. We’d started out oh-so-vanilla, her hot breath coating my cunt when I let her go down on me, her tongue flicking away. The sighs and shudders came from her most of the time, though, because my cunt should have been a dick, should have been something to penetrate with—oh no, not the other way around.

  I’d let her fuck me just once with the strap on, and yes, it had felt good, her cunt sprouting that flesh-colored silicone cock, sliding in and out of me, slick, hard, mean. But I was the one who did the fucking after that, and she accepted that, told me I was her butch prince, and she would never try to take that away from me.

  But do princes ever wear collars? I wanted to ask her that, as I stared at myself in the mirror. True, I looked hot as fuck with it on, the thin band of black leather proclaiming to the select few who knew, who understood, that I was owned, that I belonged to someone—that I was someone’s bitch. I was Elise’s bitch, I would tell anyone who asked, but hopefully no one would. And tonight I would let my breasts announce my femininity, free from their usual binding, and I would be a woman, just this night—for her, for Elise. “You ready to go, Parker?” Elise asked. We were going to the opera, and while I had been willing to go without my binder, I still insisted on wearing a suit. So along with the collar, I was wearing a tailored dark gray pinstripe, complete with vest and shiny black loafers. Even I knew I looked good, but everyone’s eyes would be on Elise, on her cleavage, her lovely legs, her shapely hips. The velvet knee-length dress caressed her flesh, and for a second I pictured pulling it off her, shoving her onto the bed, saying “Let’s skip this opera thing,” when I really meant, “Let’s skip this submission thing.” I was scared, and I knew Elise could tell. That was part of submitting to one’s lover, wasn’t it? Being afraid? Not knowing what might come next, a kiss or the riding crop? Not that we had one—at least, not that I knew of. Then Elise lifted her purse off the bed, and I saw it was her biggest one, and I may be butch, but I know enough about how women dress that you don’t bring a purse that size to the opera. Elise was up to something, it was obvious. “You ready?” she asked, grinning at me, and I knew that grin, but for once, I didn’t know what it meant beyond the fact that she was thinking dirty thoughts. “Uh, yes. Let’s go.” I didn’t bother hiding the apprehension in my voice. I knew my girl, just awakening to the world of topping, would enjoy hearing it. On the drive there, I kept flipping my mirror down to glance at myself. The sight and feel of the collar was starting to make me wet, something I certainly couldn’t have predicted. I found myself picturing doing things for Elise, submitting to her. Sucking her fleshy cock deep down my throat as she stood above me, laughing as I slobbered all over her dick, laughing at the submissive butch who would do anything she said, all she had to do was ask, or she could order me to stick my ass and cunt up into the air, present myself to her—open, willing, up for whatever she might ask me for. I glanced at Elise from time to time, deciding finally to tell her. “This collar is making me wet, babe. It’s making my clit rock-hard.” “Good, because I have a detour planned. We aren’t going to the opera,” she said, smirking at me. Oh, how evil of her. What on earth did she have planned? “So? Where are we going?” I asked, my deep voice rising a little higher than usual. “We’re going to Nina’s. She and I are going to top you. Together.” Oh, my. I had been crushing on Nina for ages, as Elise very well knew. We would talk about our crushes sometimes, about our attractions, but it had never gone beyond just talk—at least, not until now. “If that’s okay with you,” Elise added, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye. “Yes. Yes, it is,” I said, starting to smile for the first time that night. I just hoped she wouldn’t be too hard on me. Nina had been a member of the leather community for years, and I had heard from various sources what happened to people who bottomed to her. I liked pain all right, but I was worried. Would there be needles? Electric toys? Worse?

  “She’ll take it easy on you, I promise. I told her you liked pain but you’re not in love with it.” I found myself picturing Nina as we got closer to her house. She had sleek jet-black hair hanging down to her hips, and her skin was liberally coated with tattoos, something I sometimes found very sexy, with sleeves of blue, red, and yellow, an ouroboros winding around her neck and chains around her ankles. She was a switch, I had heard, but mostly liked it on top. I didn’t know where I liked it. Yes, I’d been bitten. Yes, I’d bit back. And I’d spanked a few girlfriends’ asses till my hands left lovely red marks. But what tonight would bring, and what it might teach me about myself, my kinks, how I liked to be fucked—that, I didn’t know quite yet. “We’re here,” Elise said, pulling me out of my reverie. That we were, pulling in towards the garage of Nina’s large house. I’d been here before, but only once: a small dinner party late last spring, and it was where I had met Elise, where she’d made me fall for her just a little, just from one short conversation. We got out of our car, the outside air cooler than it had been at our apartment. At the front door of Nina’s house, Elise gestured towards the door, and I knocked twice, softly. Then there was Nina, wearing a buttoned-up white dress shirt and black ankle-length leggings. Her hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, just as lustrous as always. “Welcome, Elise…and her slave,” Nina said, her lips curling into a smile. “Hi,” I said. I wanted to disappear into thin air in that moment. But more than that, I wanted to see what Nina and Elise had planned for me. I wanted to know—what would they do to me? What would they use on my body? And how would it feel, being topped for the first time?

  Inside Nina’s house, she led us through the entryway and into a large living room, the chairs and couches down a couple of steps. We followed her down a hallway, and from it we entered a room to the left—a bedroom. Of course. Elise sat on the bed and began taking things out of her purse, things I’d never seen before, things she had bought without me knowing. That turned me on a little, picturing her going into a sex toy store, maybe a seedy one, where the man behind the counter would leer at her, watch the obvious dyke pick up things for her obvious girlfriend, things to use on her. Things to use on me.

  There was a harness with a sizable black dick attached—it must have been at least seven inches, bigger than I’d ever taken, possibly even bigger than I’d ever fucked someone else with. There was a white leather mask—of course, without eye-holes—and after that, a ball-gag and some pink rubber anal beads, steadily getting bigger and bigger the further down the line they went. As she removed each item, she placed it on the bed, and once she was done, she glanced from Nina to me, smiling.

  I didn’t know which of the things would be used on me. Some of them? All of them? I’d never let anyone penetrate my ass before, but a number of dykes I’d known were quite vocal of their love of ass play, so, well, maybe I’d like it too? I guess tonight would be my chance to find out.

  “Strip down,” Nina said, her voice cold, her expression austere. “Now.”

  I did as she asked, shimmying out of my pants, my boxer briefs, pulling off my jacket, vest, shirt. Soon, almost too quickly, I was completely naked. I glanced from Elise to Nina, feeling a little shy—me, with not a stitch on, and both of them still dressed. “Do you think we should strip down, too? Make him a little more comfortable?” Elise asked. She was grinning, and there was a bit of wickedness in her voice. “Maybe…yes,” Nina said, with a curt nod. “Yes, I think that will do just fine. After all, we don’t want to scare him too much this first time bottoming.” Him? So I was a man, thank goodness, and Nina wouldn’t try to turn me into something I wasn’t, try to put a round peg in my square hole like so many others had. Both women began to und
ress, and I couldn’t help but stare at Nina, as I got to see parts of her skin I’d never seen before this night. Soon, both women were down to their underwear, then only Nina still wore hers—Elise was completely naked. Nina wore a cupless black leather bra, her nipples a dark chocolate brown, her areolae only slightly paler than them. Strips of leather crisscrossed across her breasts, revealing more than they hid, to my delight. On the bottom, black satin boyshorts showcased her full ass and voluptuous hips. She began walking towards me, a walk that spoke of wild things, of power. “Shall we blindfold him now?” Elise asked. I had almost forgotten my darling Elise was in the room—she, the one who had orchestrated this whole thing. I smiled at her, mouthed “Thanks” silently, and she blew me a kiss.

  “I think so,” Nina said, and she walked over to the bed, picked up the blindfold, then, quick as a wink, she slammed me onto the bed face-first, displaying the hidden strength beneath her delicate arms. I grunted as I hit the bed, I couldn’t help it.

  “Didn’t see that coming, didja?” came Elise’s voice, and I could tell there was an edge of laughter beneath her words. I couldn’t tell if she was smiling or not, couldn’t see her at all, then Nina (it must have been Nina) grabbed hold of my hair and yanked my head up.

  Go ahead,“ Nina growled. “You do the honors, my dear.”

  I didn’t even hear Elise approaching; the carpet must have masked the sound of her footsteps.

  Then I was masked, the thick white leather covering my eyes, and I felt one of them, probably Elise, buckle the mask behind my head. Hands, who knew how many—two? three? four?—skimmed my flesh, caressing and pinching. One kept creeping lower, lower, until I felt fingers sliding dangerously close to my asshole, sliding in between the cheeks surrounding it, then a few fingers grazed that spot that I’d never let anyone touch before this night. I squirmed, wriggling against those fingers, and found myself surprised I wasn’t trying to move away from them, from that touch, that I was instead trying to enhance it, hoping maybe those fingers would go ahead and slide right inside, take away my anal virginity.