by CELENE CAREY
My breasts really were outstanding in this corset, the deep purple gorgeous against my skin. I looked younger. If Paul didn’t want to fuck me dressed like this, then he had to be cheating. Hell, I wanted to fuck myself. Right here, right now.
The idea stuck in my head. I glanced down my body in the mirror. I’ve never tried anything racy or risqué before. I’m sure IF Jessie were here she would say stop being dead, start to live, be a bad girl. I took a considering sigh. Why not? Why the hell not. Oh just let me this one time touch myself in public.
I eased a finger between the ribbon ties of the corset. Finding my nipple, I stroked over it. My head tilted back. My mouth hung open. The nipple pebbled and grew sensitive. I flicked it back and forth, groaning at the feeling, spread my legs a bit, widening and steadying my stance. My knees were shaking.
Suddenly, from behind me, I heard the changing room door swung squeakily open. I looked past my shoulder in the mirror, my finger stilled, and my eyes half-lidded.
“Jessie?”
“Whoa, Cindy,” she squealed, then clapped a hand over her mouth and whispered again. Entering the changing room, she closed the door and locked it. I shuffled forward, still lost in a daze, and sat on the little bench facing her. My hand rested inside the corset, over my breast. Her eyes darted there and she smiled, a soft, knowing smile.
“You are supposed to lock the door.”
“Oh.”
We stared at each other, then my gaze trailed over the sexy numbers hanging from her hand.
“Pretty colors. I like the red.”
“I like your purple,” she replied. Her hands moved to rest on my shoulders. Her grip warm and strong. She dropped her collection of lingerie on the seat beside me. “Getting something for your husband?” Her pouty lips—how could I think them so masculine only moments before?—flattened into a smirk. A teasing grin. “Or yourself?”
“Paul,” I stammered. She stepped closer and it’s was as if I could now feel her shadow overcast on me.
“Wrong, Cindy. Always buy lingerie for yourself. If it turns you on it will turn your partner on. Sexy is not in the clothing. Sexy is in the confidence.” Her words reached into my heart and soul and tugged me from my stupor. She was right. I was beginning to understand Jessie almost always was. “And I’m pretty sure this little number turns you on quite a bit.” She stroked one palm down from my shoulder to cover my breast. She trapped my hand within the corset. “Having some fun?”
I nodded. “I’m sor—”
“Don’t be.” Her hand tapped against my chest. I felt her fingers, small and slender, ease beneath the neckline and caress the top of my hand.
“I thought I locked the door.” My voice was shaky, huskier.
“No harm, no foul.” Her other palm stroked up the column of my neck. I shivered with anticipation. I had thought her my husband’s affair. But now, now I knew she wasn’t his type. She was mine. I felt desire pool low in my stomach. I felt moisture wet my panties—the black satin thong I wore beneath the corset.
Her hand cupped my chin and lifted my face so that I was once again staring into her deep blue eyes. The touch of her feminine lips on mine sucked the breath right from me, and I tremblingly whimpered my surrender. She brushed her lips across mine, igniting passion. Lots of pent-up passion. Months of passion. I moaned, my eyes closed. I opened under her tutelage and my first female kiss became a wonderland of exotic desire and unique flavors. A whole cultural exchange program.
Jessie’s tongue tiptoed cross my threshold. I licked the tip and my nerves exploded with fire. With flaring, warm heat and a million promises of what to come. I licked at her again and then again. She complied, sweeping her tongue inside my mouth and tasting me. Different from Paul, Jessie seemed to think like me, knowing exactly what I wanted and then give it to me. Where Paul took, Jessie gave. It was amazing and exciting. My heart fluttered and skipped.
Pulling back, I followed Jessie. She helped me stand. My arms draped around her neck and I hauled her close, aching to feel her against my heaving bosom. I kissed her back. I tasted her mouth and fed from her lips. Taking the bottom one between my teeth, I nibbled her tender flesh until her lip was bright red and flushed with blood. Pleased, I let go. She grinned, cheeks pink and eyes flashing.
“Wow. Paul doesn’t know what he’s missing.”
“No, he doesn’t.”
“I wonder what more is he missing.” She winked.
“Find out.” I replied, forgetting where I was and what I had been doing. I had never thought of myself as a lesbian and still, as this was happening, I didn’t think I was. Curious. Curiosity drove me this time. And Jessie’s confidence. I saw my body in her eyes, saw myself as she did and I was gorgeous. I wasn’t too old, too boring, or too prudish. I was an adventure-seeking x-gen stretching my wings and taking the world by storm.
Jessie’s fingers untied the ribbons I had loosely tied crisscross down the front of the corset. I was wearing nothing beneath and as the opening gaped, my full size D breasts fell free, spilling over the lower half of the corset. She didn’t bother untying any more of the ribbons. Cupping one breast in each palm, she lifted and separated them. I was pleased to note I filled her hands and then more.
Kneeling before me, she leaned forward and lapped at my peaked nipple. Her finger and thumb worked upon the other one. She licked around and around the sensitive bud. Bouncing my breast in her hand, she plumped it, dragging her teeth across the tip. I shivered and whimpered. Grinning, she opened her soft mouth and sucked the whole areole in. Latching on with her lips sealed, she began to flick my nipple with her tongue and suckle. My body arched on the bench and I nearly fell off. Her thumb and forefinger were pinching my other nipple, sending shocks from breast to breast.
A low keening filled the dressing room. A gentle knock came at the door and I bit my tongue to keep from screaming.
“Miss?”
Her eyes flashed to mine, but Jessie didn’t stop. I cleared my throat, took a deep breath and answered the store owner.
“I’m fine.”
I don’t know if she believed me but I had never been so happy with a floor to ceiling dressing room in my life. She didn’t say anything else and I heard no key scraped at the lock, so I nodded at Jessie. One last lap of my nipple and she pulled back, a trail of her saliva connecting us.
“Still hungry” her whispered tone, her eyes, her smile, all predatory. Goosebumps formed on my bare skin.
Jessie’s fingers stroked my damp panties. I planted my palms behind me on the small bench and leaned back, spreading my legs. She caressed my folds through the fabric, slipping two digits inside the elastic and shifting my panties aside. Her mouth on my slit and I had to shove my fist between my teeth.
Sure, Paul had gone down on me once or twice, but it was never like this. She knew how much pressure I needed. She knew how to kiss and tease my clit, knew how to work her fingers inside my core and draw my moisture from me. She nipped playfully below my clit, nudging my flesh with her nose in a sensation I was at a loss to describe. All I knew was that with just a bit more I was going to come. On. Her. Face. In. Public.
Her lips kissed my folds and working her tongue inside with her fingers, she curved her digits and tapped my G-spot. Once. Twice. Again. Again. Her tongue tasted my essence. Tangling my hands in her short red hair, I pulled her up my body. Her chin glistened with my juices. I yanked her up, bent closer and licked the juice from her chin. Kissed her wet lips deeply, moaned into her mouth, her moan into mine vibrated in my throat.
She moved her wrist hard and fast. The sloppy noises of my cunt drove me closer and closer to the finish line. Her thumb pressed to my clit, she stroked as deep as possible within my sheath.
“Oh, my god!”
“Jessie?” A woman’s voice startled me. Had the owner come back?
Jessie froze. My eyes watered, my thighs quaked. Please, no! Don’t stop.
“Kelly?” Jessie replied.
“Yes. What are
you doing in there?”
Smiling at me caught in my so-close moment, she answered, “Cindy.” Then, with a final thrust, she knocked me off the precipice and I came. Loudly and completely.
BOOK 47
LESBIAN ROMANCE FANTASY STORIES : CONTROLLING HER TONGUE
Older Woman Younger Girl: Wife's Taboo F/F Sex: A Girl's First Time Erotic Thriller and Drama Fiction 2015
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EXCERPT from - CONTROLLING HER TONGUE
Jessie’s puppy-eyes looked up again,
“Do you want me to eat all of that now ma’am?” She went into an obedient slave character.
“Are you questioning me?” I asked
“Oh no ma’am. I wouldn’t.”
I yanked into her hair.
“Are you mocking meeee?” I snarled as I yanked and showed my teeth. “Do you want me to spank you little girlllll?”
“Yes ma’am, yes.”
“Then I won’t!”
I rammed her face hard onto her creamy sodden panties. My essence smelled heavenly, she nuzzled in it. A round cream spot transferred from my soaked panties onto the point of her nose.
“Take my panties off!”
“Yes ma’am.” She obeyed and went to pulling my panties down.
“Not like that girllll!” She looked up at my stern face. She was timid and confused, “With your TEETH!”
“Okay, kay.” She said with unquestioning obedience. I felt a sudden spastic pinch inside her pussy as she obeyed my sexual commands. I tried to keep a stern face and fighting not give away any signs of the sweet twitching sensation that was throbbing rampantly below my navel. But for the love of God my pussy would not stop twitching. Twitching tightly, sweetly. It felt so fucking good, boggling my senses. I closed my eyes for a moment, swallowed slowly, trying to quell the fire in my pussy. Calm my heat. And that’s when my pussy decided to paint along my thigh with my juice. It painted a single line, it wasn’t long. It was short and it seeped from the tight elastic leg of the black sheer material that I wore.
I tried to act as if the fine trickle of juice dripping down my thigh wasn’t there. Tried to keep my knees from wobbling, hardened my stare and said,
“What’s that you say?” Then snarled with a reprimanding wink, narrowing only one eye and crimpling my forehead. She knew she should never address me without referring to me by my title.
“Sorry ma’am. Sorry.” Then her cool hard teeth smoothly slid down between the meat of my hipbone and the waist of my panties. She closed her teeth together against my skin to get a grip at the waist. Her teeth were hard and cool and smooth and ohhh so titillating. The tingly sensation of the first time ever having her mouth down south on me made my body shivered. I strained to keep my knees straight. It didn’t work.
She noticed how pliable my knees went when she grazed against my hipbone with her teeth. She liked that. She sexily bit on the tender baby flesh around my hipbone. Caressing my aroused flesh with the edge of her teeth. I struggled to keep my pussy in order but . . . Download this story and continue reading now . . . FREE for Kindle Unlimited Users and Prime Members
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Table of Content
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 1
The warm water from the shower cascaded down my spine, my eyes closed, and my hair clung together in wet ropes at my shoulders as I tried to wash away my feeling of guilt. What I had just done was wrong.
I shouldn’t have cheated on my husband, and especially not in public; well, not actually in public, but there in the changing room of the store. It was not even with some hot dripping guy, it was with a redheaded butch. It was my first time lesbian experience and if all that wasn’t bad enough, though she took charge and controlled me, she was noticeably younger than me. Added to the fact that we worked in the same office was surely enough to have my tummy in butterflies right now. I turned off the shower. The pour of water down my back was cut off. I had had the warm water running down my back for so long that now that it was off, I could feel the rush of water as it raced down, sliding off my naked body.
I pull my soaked hair back in a ponytail with my eyes closed and a thought hit me, “Oh fuck!” I gasped inwardly. I will have to face her after this weekend, while my husband may be in the office too. I think that was the beautiful icing on the cake of turmoil; that my husband, Paul, worked in the same office too. Not only worked there but he owned the law firm. The young girl that had fingerfucked me in the changing room was his secretary, a new intern. I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to digest my new reality. I knew from now on all of us being in the same office would either be terribly uncomfortable or terribly exciting; only time would tell.
Exciting? Hmm . . . What the hell am I thinking? I shouldn’t have. This was so wrong, how do I make it right? I’ve never cheated on Paul, all through our four years of marriage. And Paul has never cheated on . . . oh wait . . . Had Paul ever cheated on me? I slid the glass door of the shower open and wrapped myself in a towel as I got out. Am I the only one in the wrong here? I mean, we haven’t had sex in months, and when I try to initiate sex with him at night, he’s always too tired or not in bed. Now, my girlfriend, Jessie, should I call her my girlfriend? Mhm . . . I could maybe get use to that, having a young girl like her, so talented with her touches, her fingers, her tongue, my breasts, my nipples, my lips, my tongue, my clit. Oh fuck, the naughty thoughts kept coming; the sweet feelings kept ripping through my body. There I went again, just remembering her sweet soft touches, kisses, and sucking and I was getting wet and reliving her every sensual tongue stroke. I touched my pussy and squeezed. I tried my best to think straight.
You know what? Jessie may be very right; Paul maybe cheating on me with a younger flashier girl. Why else would he have lost sexual interest in me? It can’t be just work. I picked up my cell, searched for Mr. Rodriguez’ number. A private detective would surely give me the answer to that. He was the best around town that money could buy. There was a final digital “beep” as I dialed the last digit of Mr. Rodriguez’ number, then I realized that I was hoping my husband was cheating on me. If he was, I wouldn’t have this heavy feeling of guilt anymore. The phone rang and I thought about it more, I hoped Paul wasn’t cheating. I was so confused. My heart began to kick in, picking up speed; it felt heavy in my chest and beat loudly in the lonely room. The phone rang somewhat loudly too, now on the second ring. My heart quickened more and more as I thought of having Mr. Rodriguez check out my husband’s faithfulness. What if he actually caught my husband in the act, like he did Mr. Carter? Would he keep to his word and keep it private? My heart was thumping so hard in my chest over this one phone call that I now had problems breathing.
“Hello, this is private detective Rodriguez how may I . . .”
I hung up the phone sharply before
he finished introducing himself. I would not go through with this. I would die if I found out that I was being neglected by my husband for another woman or girl. I examined my body in the mirror. I knew it couldn’t be my sex appeal because I was sure I hadn’t lost it, obviously. I opened the towel and stared intently at my rounded hips, my full breasts, the sink of my perfect navel.
A frightening ring and vibration in my hand. My cell.
‘Rrrringgggg ... Rriiinnngggg.’
I looked at the number. It was detective Rodriguez returning my call. My breathing became more difficult. Now, again, I was hoping my husband was cheating. I rejected Mr. Rodriguez’ call.
I can’t go through with this.
My cell rang again. There was a knock at my door at the same time. I was confused as to which to answer first.
The knob of my door turned as the phone made its second ring. I watched to see who was coming through the door- as if it could have been anyone else aside from my husband. The phone kept on ringing. I answered the phone.
“Hello.”
“Yes, hello ma’am. This is private detective Rodriguez, I just received a call from you but I don’t know what happened; we seemed to have been disconnected somehow. How may I help?”
Paul stepped through the door, he stared at me with the phone to my ear.
“Hello, ma’am, are you there?” Mr. Rodriguez said.
“Ahh . . . yes I am,” I answered staring at Paul who was watching my lips at the phone, “I’ll call you back. Sorry.”
“How you doing?” Paul said as he dropped the briefcase by the side of the bed and came close to hug me. His scent was unrecognizable. Or maybe I was paranoid.