by CELENE CAREY
‘Please call me Alice… your scent is still on my body and it’s driving me wild. I want to play…’
Alice couldn’t believe the text messages. It was as though Julia had turned on a switch inside Alice; she wanted to see her again and she didn’t know how to stop the feeling. Julia was engaged… to a man she had slept with multiple times! Yet Alice couldn’t help envisioning being alone in a bedroom with Julia…
What was happening to her?
BOOK 15
THREESOME LESBIAN ROMANCE ROUGH STRAPON FEMALE DOMINATION OVER SISSY HUSBAND
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Tucker looked at her with wild eyes, not saying anything, but pleading with his gaze. She shoved him around forcefully, pushing him by the nape of his neck until his head was in the sheets.
“All fours,” she said again as he crawled onto the bed. Angel stepped up to her as Tucker crawled up onto the edge of the bed, Sarah still holding his head down. She shoved his head down hard and let go. “Don’t move,” she muttered as she quickly and clumsily opened the bottle of lube and squirted a generous amount on his ass, pushing it towards his puckered anus before quickly pushing a finger inside him. He quickly relented to her finger so Sarah pushed two more in, looking for him to scream in pain or something. But he felt a bit loose down there. Maybe loose enough for the dildo.
Tucker had his hands fisted in the sheets but he wasn’t saying much. Sarah realized her palms were sweating when she gripped the girth of the dildo, squirting some lube on it and pushing it against Tucker’s asshole. He shrank back a bit from it when she began pushing the head against him. “Fucking stop,” she hissed, gripping his hip with one hand and guiding the head of the dildo inside him with a tiny pop.
He grunted, shivering a bit and clutching the sheets tighter as she pushed deeper, watching his physical reaction as she eased the strap-on deeper inside him.
“You like that, bitch? You like it when women fuck you in the ass?”
He just grunted in reaction to it. Angel had drifted beside Sarah to watch. Sarah ignored her, watching the flush of Tucker’s pale skin increase as he moaned out finally, clutching the sheets hard as she pushed in and out of his ass slowly.
“Yeah,” she grunted, slapping his ass. He bucked a little and she slapped his ass again, aiming to leave a red handprint there. It appeared and got even redder when she slapped him again and pushed the dildo deep.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
“Oh my god,” Angel giggled. “He is so hard right now.”
Sarah glanced at her and she gripped Tucker’s hips, pushing into him more confidently. Her pulse was racing as Tucker grunted and moaned on his knees in front of her.
“Beg for this big black cock,” Sarah hissed, slapping him on the ass. “Beg me to fuck you.”
“Please fuck me,” Tucker moaned, reaching one hand down to stroke his cock.
He shuddered and Sarah felt a strange swell of pleasure. The feeling was heady. She was owning this little bitch.
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Table of Content
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 1
Sarah leaned back, watching her girlfriend sucking on the thick black strap-on she was wearing to get it wet. She flipped her reddish hair to the side as it began to hang in her face. Her girlfriend was so gorgeous, the kind of girl guys hit on walking down the street, even if they knew she was gay.
It annoyed her, especially when it looked like Angel was responding to their catcalls. The thought made her particularly angry as Angel looked up at her with big blue eyes. Sarah grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and shoved Angel down deep on the thick dildo. She was always impressed by how deep she could take it.
The hacking sound of Angel choking on the thick cock was the only sound in the room besides Sarah’s heavy breathing. “Yeah, bitch,” she whispered, moving her hips forward. Angel’s back arched as she tried to pull back and couldn’t. Finally, Sarah let her come up for air, saliva streaming from her mouth, coughing, tears come from her eyes.
Sarah looked down at her, squatted on all fours in front of her. She didn’t say anything, she just gently guided her mouth back down onto the dildo and kept fucking her face with it while whispering words of encouragement. Angel loved sucking on big dildos and while it brought neither of them direct physical pleasure, Sarah loved the sound of the back of Angel’s throat getting stuffed. She leaned over, letting a hand trail down Angel’s back and over the perfect heart curve of her ass before finding her wet little snatch and slipping two fingers into it, adoring the squelching her fingers made as they slipped in and out.
“Baby,” Angel moaned around her big cock. “Fuck me?”
Sarah looked down at her and slipped the big dildo out of her mouth. Sometimes she wished she had a real cock to properly fuck Angel with. Something about seeing hot sperm all over her pretty face made her wet.
“Turn around,” she said, gesturing to Angel. Angel did, spinning around on the bed quickly and spreading her legs a little, arching her back on all fours and looking back at Sarah.
“Beg me for it,” Sarah whispered, teasing the thick dildo at the entrance to her swollen pussy.
“Please give me that big fucking cock, baby,” Angel moaned, pushing back against the dildo.
Sarah smacked her tanned ass with the dildo. “I didn’t hear you,” she said.
“Please fuck me with that big fucking black cock,” she moaned, a little louder this time.
Sarah slapped her ass again, this time with the flat of her hand before using the other to shove the dildo into her pussy. Angel’s toes curled immediately and she shuddered as Sarah pushed deep.
“Ohmigod,” she gushed, gripping the sheet. Sarah gripped her hips and slipped back a little. She was so wet. Wetter than she ever got with just Sarah’s fingers, or even a vibrator. And she came the hardest while Sarah was inside her with the big dildo, fucking her.
Sarah gritted her teeth and grabbed Angel’s hips, pushing the strap-on deep and then holding it there, letting Angel feel it. “Fuck me hard, baby,” she whispered.
Sarah pushed in deeper before pulling back. Angel’s tight pussy was gripping the strap-on so hard she thought it might pull off. Sarah pushed forward again, thrusting as best she good as Angel rubbed her clit with her free hand. Her moans grew louder and louder and Sarah increased her pace, trying to fuck her hard.
“Ohmigod,” she moaned. “Put a finger in my ass!”
Sarah slipped a hand over from Angel’s hip and pushed her thumb into Angel’s ass, pushing in deep past the fir
st joint and lodging it there, wiggling back and forth while Angel began to convulse underneath her.
“Fucking cum,” Sarah muttered. “Fucking cum whore. Cum on this black cock.”
“Oh…OH!”
Angel thrust back into the strap-on, holding herself deep as she feverishly rubbed her clit before exploding off the dildo, her squirt spraying everywhere as she curled her legs up in blissful agony.
Sarah let the strap-on bob up and down as Angel’s squirt dripped off of it. Angel was lying face down, breathing hard. Sarah was breathing hard and she wasn’t sure whether it was Angel’s squirt or her own pussy juice running down her thighs, but she knew she was aching badly for some sort of release.
She wanted Angel’s mouth on her.
CHAPTER 2
Sarah quickly unstrapped the strap-on and tossed it onto the bed beside her before rolling Angel over, who was still breathing a little hard from her intense orgasm. Angel looked at her just before she pushed her sopping wet pussy against Angel’s mouth.
Angel’s mouth opened a bit as Sarah ground against her, her hands gripping fistfuls of Angel’s hair. “Oh my god,” she whispered, grinding her pussy against her mouth as Angel looked up at her.
Blood rushed through her veins, her pulse pounded in her skull. She could feel Angel’s tongue flicking her sensitive clit even as she ground back and forth. “Yes, yes yes yes!”
Angel’s hands ran up and down her back, slipping around to grip her breasts as Sarah bucked against her mouth, her own mouth agape.
Pleasure coursed through her like a wave and she trembled, losing her frantic rhythm for a moment and then coming back to, faster, faster, even as she began shaking. Angel rolled her nipples back and forth as Sarah tightened her grip on Angel’s hair and came hard, her orgasm crashing in her skull like a jetliner and exploding through her nerve-endings, raw and sharp and heavy.
“Fuck!” she screamed, spittle flying from her mouth as she convulsed, her eyes shut so tightly as Angel held her through the storm. And then it was over. She slipped back a little from Angel’s face, giving her more room to breathe and let go of the deathgrip she had on her hair.
“You’re amazing,” she whispered, slipping down to lay beside Angel, who was smiling at her with a wet face.
“Taste your pussy, baby,” she whispered, leaning forward and opening her mouth. Sarah leaned in and kissed her softly, sucking Angel’s tongue into her mouth. Angel giggled as they kissed for what seemed like forever before Sarah rolled off the bed and walked to the shower.
She turned back at the entrance to the bathroom and looked at Angel, who was still draped over the bed. “Are you coming or not?”
“Yeah,” Angel said, scooting off the bed and taking Sarah’s hand.
CHAPTER 3
Sarah rolled to her side and shut off the alarm on her phone. Angel shifted beside her, groaning something under her breath. It was very early in the morning, earlier than she wanted to get up. Earlier than the sun wanted to get up. She went about her morning routine, taking a shower, getting dressed, eating breakfast, styling her hair and applying makeup, all while Angel lay in the bed, still asleep. She had classes later that morning but Sarah was the only one of the two that worked. Sometimes it caused stress in their relationship but mostly Sarah was supportive of her focusing on school. If she hadn’t lucked up and gotten the job she had now, Sarah didn’t know where she’d be financially. She’d never been a good student or a smart girl or even a girl with any particular talents.
But she worked hard and things had fallen in her favor. She couldn’t be happier with Angel.
She couldn’t have been happier until it happened. She came home early from work the next day, much earlier than she’d ever left work before. Angel’s car was sitting in the parking lot. She should’ve been at school. Sarah walked up the stairs, fishing her keys out of her pants pocket and unlocking the front door.
When she swung it closed behind her, she heard a thump coming from the bedroom.
“Angel?”
There was no answer so she walked back to the bedroom and pushed the door open. When she did, her heart fell in her chest. Angel was standing up, helping a short, pale man get out of their bedroom window and onto the fire escape with his clothes piled up in his arms.
“What the fuck?” Sarah screamed, lurching forward through the bedroom door, pushing past Angel, who tried to stop her and grabbing a fistful of the guy’s hair.
“Wait, wait, my glasses, wait!”
“Fuck your glasses!” Sarah hissed, pulling him back through the window. He slipped, barefoot back into the bedroom, falling and dropping his clothes. He tried to scramble to his feet and Sarah shoved him towards Angel who was sitting on the bed, also naked, sobbing quietly.
“What the fuck?” Sarah asked, the question directed at the both of them but said to Angel. She stepped back as the guy adjusted his glasses and sat down beside Angel on the bed.
CHAPTER 4
“Who are you?” she asked the guy.
“Me?” he stuttered. “I’m Tucker Simmons?”
“Do you not know for sure who you are or something?”
“No,” he said. “I’m Tucker Simmons.”
“Who is he?” Sarah asked Angel.
“He’s a friend—”
“We met online,” Tucker said, interrupting Angel. “I’m so sorry about all of this, I assumed you were okay with what was going on between the two of us—”
“Okay?” Sarah asked. “Okay? How could I be okay with something I didn’t know was happening?!”
Angel looked at her. At some point she’d used a Kleenex to wipe the running make-up from her cheeks. Sarah looked at her with a frown on her face, her mouth twitching in anger.
“Why couldn’t you fucking say something?”
“You wouldn’t understand,” Angel said. “You…you hate guys.”
“You’re supposed to hate them, too!”
“I’m bisexual! I told you that when we got together, Sarah! Don’t pretend like you didn’t know that!”
“But we’ve been together for a year. We’ve been exclusive. We’re in a relationship. We live together!”
“I know that. But I’m just not being satisfied. I was hoping that eventually you’d be okay with bringing a man into the mix, but after knowing you for a while, I knew that you’d never be okay with that, so I started seeing Tucker. He’s local, I posted an ad on Craigslist about my situation and he replied, letting me know that he went to the same school as I did. We’ve been hooking up for about a month.”
Sarah put her hand to her face, rubbing her forehead. Angel got up and moved to hold her, but Sarah put out an arm, keeping her away. “Don’t do that. Don’t…do not do that.”
“I’m not cheating on you. I love you. I just need a cock in bed to get me off right. I mean, you know I’m only really satisfied after I get fucked.”
“So, what? You chose him? This…fucking shrimp? Look at this guy! I’m more of a man than he is!”
Angel looked back to Tucker, who’d now shriveled completely and was still sitting on the bed. He looked from Angel to Sarah who was staring at him with an angry look on her face.
“I’m…I’m not really part of this. I didn’t know what was—”
“You’re a bitch,” Sarah said. “You’re a cocksucking bitch. Look at you. You little shrimp. You’ve got a body made for taking cock in the ass. I bet you like it. You’re fucking a bi bottom, Angel. Look at him.”
Tucker’s eyes were a little wide as they flicked to Angel. She looked back at him. “I know he’s bisexual. It’s why our situation worked out better.”
Sarah cursed under her breath. “Get on your knees, bitch,” she snapped at Tucker, who was a bit mortified.
“Sarah, can you stop over-reacting please?”
“Shut the fuck up,” Sarah said, moving to their special drawer and pushing through it until she found Angel’s favorite strap-on. She grabbed it out as Tucker watched her, lookin
g from her to Angel.
“Tucker, you should leave,” Angel said.
“I’m not dressed,” he gushed as Sarah dropped her pants, stepping out of them as she furiously put on the strap-on. He stood up as Sarah came towards him, a bottle of lube in her left hand.
“I…wait…I don’t want to—”
She cut him off by slapping him in the face. “Sarah!” Angel snapped, grabbing Sarah’s arm.
“Shut up!” Sarah snapped back. “He likes it!” She turned back towards him. “Don’t you, bitch?”
Tucker looked at her, his face reddening from the slap and from the embarrassment of the situation. She slapped him in the face again and stepped up to him, pushing her forehead against his.
“You want this cock, don’t you? Turn around and get on all fours, bitch. I’m going to mount you.”
CHAPTER 5
Tucker looked at her with wild eyes, not saying anything, but pleading with his gaze. She shoved him around forcefully, pushing him by the nape of his neck until his head was in the sheets.
“All fours,” she said again as he crawled onto the bed. Angel stepped up to her as Tucker crawled up onto the edge of the bed, Sarah still holding his head down. She shoved his head down hard and let go. “Don’t move,” she muttered as she quickly and clumsily opened the bottle of lube and squirted a generous amount on his ass, pushing it towards his puckered anus before quickly pushing a finger inside him. He quickly relented to her finger so Sarah pushed two more in, looking for him to scream in pain or something. But he felt a bit loose down there. Maybe loose enough for the dildo.
Tucker had his hands fisted in the sheets but he wasn’t saying much. Sarah realized her palms were sweating when she gripped the girth of the dildo, squirting some lube on it and pushing it against Tucker’s asshole. He shrank back a bit from it when she began pushing the head against him. “Fucking stop,” she hissed, gripping his hip with one hand and guiding the head of the dildo inside him with a tiny pop.