“Now let’s get your dressing gown off. You won’t be cold, will you?”
“No, it’s lovely and warm here.”
She helps me off with my robe and stands back as if admiring all of me. “You have a very sexy body, Arielle. I was looking at your ass earlier. So round and shapely, but not big. I bet that ass drives Max wild.”
“It does.”
“Tell me what he likes to do to it.”
I have my eyes closed now and I conjure up one of our last lovemaking sessions, before my mind went pear-shaped with nasty memories. “He likes licking me there along the crack, pinching my pussy lips at the same time and teasing my clit until I’m begging him to fuck me.”
She bites her bottom lip. “Tell me more, it’s making me horny.”
“Sometimes he beats me with his cock. It’s so big and always rock-hard – he slaps me with it on my ass and right up at my opening. Until I’m so wet I can’t stand it anymore. Then he fucks me from behind until I come.”
“D’you have anal sex?”
“No,” I whisper. “He’s never tried. He’s very old fashioned that way. He thinks men who do that must be secretly gay or something. Doesn’t understand why anyone would do that to a woman.”
“Very vanilla.”
“Yeah, very. But sex with him is incredible. Well, when I’m not having needle-dick visions of that horrible night, that is.”
“That’s what we’re going to deal with now, Arielle. Beat away your guilt about that night with needle-dick and company.”
Her accent makes me laugh. Not that the needle-dick thing is funny, but it suddenly strikes me how ridiculous this whole scenario is. Both of us about to do this nutty experiment. I observe her graceful movements. She has now got a blindfold out of her box of tricks.
“Sit up a second, Arielle, let me put this on you.”
I ease up from the couch realizing how floppy and relaxed I feel. I’m about to be whipped and I don’t care. This is madness! She adjusts the black silk blindfold so I can’t see a thing.
“Now lie back,” she commands in her husky voice.
I lie back down. I can feel the tassels of the whip run up and down my flesh, but surprisingly it’s soft and soothing. She circles my breasts, not touching the nipple and guides it around my navel, fluttering it about my clit. I moan with pleasure.
“I can see you’re getting wet, Arielle,” she sing-songs, slapping me between the legs very slightly. But it doesn’t hurt. “You’re naughty, aren’t you? Playing around with me behind your fiancé’s back?”
“He wouldn’t mind,” I whisper, flexing my hips to meet the sweet brush of the tassels. But it’s trailing back to my breasts now, leaving my lower region bereft and needy for more. Then she stops and bends my knees up. I lie there in the darkness of my blindfold. I hear her getting something else out of the box.
“What are you doing?” I ask, a little scared. Maybe this woman is crazy. People in Los Angeles have guns. She’s a woman living alone in semi-countryside – she probably packs a pistol in that box of tricks. Uh, oh, am I about to have a snub-nose revolver held up to my head?
“Ssh,” she says pressing her thumb against my lips, parting them and then grazing it along my front teeth. I lax my mouth. Being blindfolded is scary, but sexy.
Then I feel her hand on my wet slit and she’s gently walking her fingers along my cleft and parting my lips down there. She doesn’t touch my clit, which is begging for attention, tingling with longing. She has something in her hands, what is it? Then I feel her slip something large inside me. I’m throbbing with pleasure. What is this she’s putting inside my opening?
She tells me, “These are jiggle balls. Don’t worry, they’re new, never been used before. You can wear these all day – prescribed by gynecologists to strengthen the pelvic floor muscles, but what I use them for is to make my pussy extra sensitive. Wear these about and by the time evening comes your orgasm is super intense.”
I can feel the chilly metal slipping inside – alien but welcoming. I’m so wet they slide in with relative ease. I’m already feeling stimulated. Nice.
Her fingers are lightly stroking my clit, and I’m feeling double pleasure. She goes on, “They’re called jiggle balls because they jiggle once inside – they contain weights so they vibrate gently when you move around. You know, you can go about your business, do your shopping, whatever, and nobody knows the little smirk you have on your face is because you’ve got a sexy little secret going on south of the border.”
I moan quietly, as Valentina presses my clit deliciously.
She continues, “These balls stimulate your G spot for discreet arousal.” She bursts out laughing. “Except, you know, Arielle, once I climaxed in the grocery store, so it wasn’t so discreet. I was feeling really horny, and you know those big chest freezers they sometimes have? I’d had the balls inside me all day long so I was already pretty worked up and all I needed was a little nudge, you know? So I pressed my pussy up against the corner of it and had like, this mind-blowing orgasm right there in the store. Nobody saw me – supposedly – but I bet it got caught on camera. Some guy in a control room somewhere getting his rocks off, watching a video of me coming like crazy. These little silver balls work wonders. You can keep these when we’re done. As a memento.”
I’m lying back in a zone of sexual bliss. Wow, this is sexy, I’m so aroused. She slides her finger inside me and circles it very, very slowly. The balls are warming up now – hot in fact from my burning core, which is pulsating around them and clenching with anticipation. It’s true, they’re making me needy. She’s got me, Valentina has. I’m at her mercy – I need an orgasm. I’ll do anything now to feel that release.
“Right, now I want you to sit up, turn over and get on your hands and knees doggy style. Stay on the couch.”
“But this is so great, I’m so happy where I am, just like this.”
“Do as your told, you naughty girl. Up!” She taps the whip between my legs, and it brings me to attention.
Still blindfolded, I crawl into the position she has described. I feel really vulnerable now – naked, my ass in the air. I sense the tassels tickling my opening as she guides the whip up and down.
“Get ready, slut!” and she brings the whip down on me. The tassels lash at my pussy lips. Ouch, it stings. Then I feel a soft stroking finger sooth my cleft. I’m clenching myself, I feel the balls inside me move – I’m still smarting from the sting. She’s stroking my butt cheeks softly with her palm in circles and then, whack! She brings her hand down on me hard. I think it’s her hand – it feels different. “That’s for wanting too much cock at one time!” she warns.
I cry out, “That hurts!”
“So it should. But I’ll be nice and kiss it better.”
I feel her soft mane of hair tickling between my thighs and her lips are blowing at my opening now, her warm breath making me shimmer and pound in all the right places. She kisses me there. Oh God, oh yeah...I feel her tongue flickering at the back of me right at the base and move north towards my butt slit. Glad I had that shower and lathered sweet smelling oils over my skin. She’s running her tongue up and down, and I’m bucking my hips at her – I can’t help it. I’m teetering on the edge. Then there’s a lull. Oh no, the punishment again? The trepidation is only making me all the hornier. This is nuts! Why am I enjoying this? Then I feel the whip thrash on my ass and then immediately tapping so softly against my clit as contact is made and then lost...trailing the whip softly from there up to the cleft of my butt...she does this over and over. The anticipation is killing me. My hips are gyrating – my pussy has morphed into a veritable humming bee, buzzing with desire. My breathing is profound – I’m moaning, “Please Valentina, please.”
“Please what? You want me to whack you again?”
“Touch me, press it, make me come.”
“Not so fast you bad girl who thinks cocks are the answer to her prayers.” She slips what feels like her thumb into my wet slit and st
arts moving it around. The balls are doing their thing. I can feel the build-up...all she needs to do is stroke my clit...
But whack! Down comes the whip with the tassels. It really stings this time.
“That freaking hurt!” I have tears in my eyes.
“That’s for getting gang raped, that’s for putting yourself in so much danger. Tell me you won’t do it again.”
“Of course I won’t, are you crazy?”
“I’m crazy about your sexy ass that makes me want to rub myself all over it and make my pussy come hard, but I have a job to do and that’s to make you never forget why I’m punishing you. To whip those filthy needle-dicks out of your memory.” SLASH! The whip comes down on my ass again, and I shriek this time. I must be sore as hell. “That’s enough!” I yell at her. Should I scream Spain?
“Tell me you’ll kiss me first.”
“That wasn’t the deal, Valentina!”
She pinches my pussy lips hard just at my entrance. The smarting pain is mixed with desperate carnal lust as I feel myself about to come. But my clit is begging for just a nudge of pressure. I need that release so badly. Suddenly the idea of kissing her soft lips and licking her full, beautiful tits fills me with horny desire.
“Do what you did when we were in the bath and I’ll come, please...I will kiss you Valentina, I promise.”
She trails the whip up along my stomach and on my nipples brushing the tassels over them. I groan with desire. She softly strokes my cleft with her hand and pressures my clit firmly with her whole palm with a few hard rubs. I rock back and forth to meet her hand. I feel a thunderous rush of blood well up, and my orgasm bursts from deep inside. The silver balls, her palm, the image of her breasts, Max’s gorgeous, sexy face when he’s fucking me – all unite into a wave of ecstasy. I push hard on her hand, the waves undulating through my core, and I’m moaning, still blindfolded, all the sensations doubled by not being able to see.
My legs are trembling and I collapse facedown on the couch. I press my own hands between my legs to eek out the post-orgasm quavers. Like musical notes they’re dancing through me, chiming and jingling, the balls heavy inside me, the tingling and shivers now light and feathery after feeling so deeply intense from within.
“Girl power,” whispers Valentina. “Tell me you liked that.”
“I loved it,” I murmur. “Well, not the beating bit but–”
“Stay there, I’m going to get some balm for that poor sexy ass of yours.”
She goes off to the bathroom and comes back with some calamine lotion. I know because I recognize the smell. It reminds me of when my mother would rub it on me when I was a child after too much sun, which just makes the reality of what I’ve done hit home. I am playing sex games with a lesbian! Is it wrong? Now I’ve had my orgasm I regret saying what I did – I really don’t want to kiss her – it’s too intimate. I think of Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman and remember that’s what her character said. I should go soon, anyway. Get out of here. I feel a wave of shame mixed with exhilaration. What a paradox!
I’m still lying on my front. Valentina takes my wrists and ties them together with what feels like a bandana. Why am I letting her do this?
I say weakly, “I said, no restraints, Valentina.”
“Oh this is nothing. I just want to ensure you don’t go trying to pleasure yourself. That’s my job.”
I chuckle. I’ve just had an incredible orgasm, I don’t need another! “I’m good. My whole core has just exploded, believe me, Valentina, I’m done. The last thing I need to do is pleasure myself.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“What are you going to do now?”
She says nothing but begins to gently rub the lotion on my butt, careful not to hurt me. It’s sore but not too bad. I’ll live. But...oh God...here she goes again. Her massage is turning me on once more. This is insane! Her fingers gently open my cheeks and with a little pressure she rests her thumb at that sweet spot where my thighs join my ass – she’s slipping her thumb inside me. Holy Moses – she’s circling it now and those sexy jiggle balls are still there. Oh wow. Multiple orgasms are not something that happen often, not even with Max...but...this...Holy Heaven.......this feels amazing.
Her thumb is inside, the balls are doing their thing – she’s got her four fingers resting on my mound, on my clit...the pressure...oh wow....any second now I’m going to come again. I’m rubbing myself hard on her hand. This feels so horny. It’s coming...it’s coming...
But she stops.
What is she playing at?
My nails are clawing into the material of the couch, wrists in front of me tied with the silky bandana. She has me so worked up. Teetering on the edge. Please!
“Please Valentina,” I plead in a desperate voice.
“Quite a selfish lover, aren’t you?”
But I told you I’m not gay. I don’t do girls.
“Turn over,” she commands.
I do as she says. I feel my wetness hot between my legs. I bring my arms down to touch myself. I just need that little push and...
“Not so fast.” She grabs my wrists and puts my hands above my head. I’m on my back again. Ouch, my butt’s sore! “Bend your knees up and press the small of your back into the couch, it’ll take the pressure off your ass,” she instructs.
I do as she says, all my nerve endings tingling with trepidation, my clit pounding...wanting round two. Not round two of a beating...no, I think I’m done with that little experiment for good, but round two of....oh wow, I can feel her warm breath on my inner thighs. She splays my legs apart some more, and I detect her mane of hair nestling between me. Softly. I flex my hips up higher to meet what I can feel is her tongue. Oh wow. She’s licking me now with long swipes using just the tip of her tongue. I’m writhing and pressing my groin into her – her tongue is resting so, so gently on my clit – I’m going to come, I’m going to come...
But she stops.
Pussy-teaser. “Please,” I beg.
She’s moved away from her position now. What’s she doing? My blindfold is still keeping me in my dark little world, each movement is multiplied a hundred times – each sensation more pronounced. I smell the rose incense and calamine lotion and her sweet minty breath – she must have brushed her teeth in the bathroom. She’s licking my tits now, flicking her tongue around my nipples, nibbling them gently with her teeth. I sense her hand on my head and she slips the blindfold off me in one quick movement. The room is dimmed but suddenly everything seems bright. Her cherry-red lips parting seductively, her dark hair falling like a cascade about her bare shoulders, she takes off her shirt and her breasts are full, the nipples erect – but she’s still got her jeans on, straddling me, not sitting on me, just kneeling on the couch. Tendrils of her long hair rest on my cheeks. She is breathtakingly beautiful, and I gasp at this unusual situation of not just having an upcoming movie star desiring me and pleasing my desires, but a woman!
“You really are stunning,” I hear myself say.
Her lips graze me lightly on the chin and then linger on my mouth without moving. I shouldn’t do this! But she smells so sweet, her skin soft as silk. I find myself parting my lips and offering her the tip of my tongue. Slowly – so slowly we lick each other, playing with just the tips, flickering together like a flame of a candle. Desire shoots like a current of electricity down to my groin. I moan into her mouth.
Her lips are lightly teasing – her finger tapping my clit as she kisses me. Oh, yeah. Her kiss gets deeper, more sensual and I think, I am loving this. She’s making little circles now with her fingers flat against my mound, pressuring me in all the perfect places. I’m gyrating against her and yes, oh yes, the build, the stairway...I start climaxing in a rush of rapture – Seventh Heaven – ignoring any preconceived notions of what a woman should or shouldn’t do with another female. My tied hands are grasping, fisting in her wild hair as she pleasures the fuck out of me. I see stars of color flashing through my brain. The orgasm is long, it keeps
going – rolling over me, under me, through me, the jingling balls wriggling about inside as I cry out with intense gratification.
Finally, the waves roll into ripples and the ripples begin to fade. Valentina gets off the couch and adjusts her position. With one leg firmly on the floor, and one still on the sofa, she holds my knee and thrusts it between her crotch – the material of her jeans pressing hard into my knee. I feel her heat. All it takes is a few dry rubs, and I see the expression on her face change to a clenching of the teeth, her nipples hard as nuts, and with one last push she screams out. “I’m coming Arielle, coming hard.”
This is a first! If Valentina weren’t so beautiful I would laugh out loud at the madness of it all, but her vulnerable face as she looks at me with such an expression of bliss and her tight, sexy ass thrusting her crotch on my knee in such a sexy way as she tips herself into ecstasy, makes it all okay.
I Kissed a Girl and I Liked It. The song captures my imagination as the tune hums about in my head.
But Valentina is looking serious. Like a guy who has just got what he wanted, she gets off me and slumps herself down into the armchair opposite. I’m relieved. The idea of post-coital cuddles with another woman would be going too far. It was curiosity. Sex. Carnal desire. A physical release. An adventure. But it’s Max I want, not a woman. That’s clear to me. Crystal clear – however much fun I’ve just had.
I still stand by my resolution, though. I won’t accept marriage if I have to live in a proverbial threesome with Jenny.
I observe Valentina. She’s lying back in the chair, her legs stretched out before her, her pretty toes pointed, her bare golden torso smooth as caramel.
“I have extremely intense orgasms, Arielle,” she whispers. “Afterwards, I feel drained – wiped-out. This one’s been building for a long time, thanks to you. Excuse me, I just feel like resting a while,”
I take the terry robe, which has been strewn over the back of the couch, and put it back on. “That’s fine,” I whisper back. I notice her eyes are closed now. Good. I can leave – slip away and she won’t get upset. Phew.
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