The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotic Stories

by Barbara Cardy

  Narine rode the boot harder as Tisha grunted and tossed her head back. Black braids bounced against the table’s blond wood. On the web feed, Narine’s asshole puckered between spread cheeks as she rubbed her pussy against PVC. She pressed her clit against the sleek blackness and let her body glide in a pool of her own pussy juice. God, what a feeling! She hugged her girl’s thigh before slipping her fingers down the sides of the boot. The zipper was at the back, she knew, but she didn’t like to touch it because it only reminded her that eventually the boot would come off and this pleasure would end.

  As Narine bounced her wet pussy against the toe, alternately pausing to circle her clit around the gorgeous patent leather, Tisha arched and groaned, rubbing herself off hard.

  “You come so fast,” said jealous Narine.

  “Well?” Tisha cried. “Don’t dawdle!”

  After a deafening climax, Tisha pulled her fingers away from her pussy and strapped her leather panties back in place. Her cheeks flushed as she pulled her foot away from Narine’s pussy, descended from the table, and flew from the room.

  Narine looked from camera to camera, confident that Tisha would be back any moment. Still, she didn’t like the idea of dead air.

  “It’s such a stroke of luck to find someone who shares your fetish,” she said to the camera on the table. “I didn’t have to go looking for Tisha at parties or clubs or whatever. One day, she just showed up here for a job interview. I saw my boss walking her out afterwards, and the second I spotted those big-ass boots I knew what she was all about. It was like fate that she came to work here. I seriously don’t know what I would do without her.”

  She heard shuffling in the hallway, and Tisha appeared carrying one of the sturdy chairs from the waiting room. Narine quickly put a finger to her mouth and said to the cameras, “Shh! Don’t tell her I told you any of that.”

  Tisha was lanky, but stronger than she looked. She set the chair on the table and then climbed up, this time without Narine’s help.

  “Grab the baby wipes,” Tisha said, taking a seat.

  She grabbed the wipes with a giddy grin, and took hold of her girl’s ankle when instructed to do so.

  “You know what comes next?” Tisha asked.

  Narine nodded, suppressing a smile. “You get me off with your boot.”

  “That’s right.” Tisha looked like a queen on her throne. “That’s why we need to be extra clean. You’re dirty enough as it is – if you get any dirtier, I won’t want anything to do with you.”

  Her pussy palpitated as she lovingly cleaned Tisha’s six-inch heel and the sole of her boot. “All done.”

  “Is it clean enough to eat from?” Everyone needed a catchphrase, and this one she’d chosen for herself. She raised her foot up to Narine’s face. “Well?”

  After grabbing the boot with both hands, Narine licked the sole in one drawn-out motion. It tasted faintly of baby powder.

  “Very good,” Tisha said, raising her foot higher.

  Narine closed her lips around the slim heel and sucked the patent leather to get it all nice and lubricated.

  “You know what to do next,” Tisha cooed, removing her foot from Narine’s grasp.

  Did she ever! Narine rolled back until her shoulders met the table. Tisha helped by lodging one foot beneath her ass like a doorstop. Now she wouldn’t fall or roll away. Finally, Narine held her leg back over her head while her pussy opened for the cameras like a pink rose. Now she was ready to take everything her girl had to give.

  Tisha leaned slightly forward and spat. She missed, and Narine trembled as warm saliva glistened down her thigh. When she spat again, her lubricant landed precisely on Narine’s clit. It made her feel wonderfully dirty when her girl spat on her. She loved it.

  This maneuver required a tremendous amount of control on Tisha’s part and trust on Narine’s. Tisha lifted her foot up from the table and pressed the newly cleaned sole of her boot down on Narine’s clit. She gasped at the awesome sensation. She wanted to buck up somehow and grind her pussy against the little ridges at the bottom of her girl’s shoe. Of course, she couldn’t move if she wanted to, and if she tried too hard she might get punctured. She knew better than to budge.

  Tisha turned her toe slowly, like she was putting out a cigarette on Narine’s clit. The wet, squishing sensation coupled with the pressure and scent of PVC formed a heady perfume. The harder Tisha stamped down on her clit, the more Narine felt as though she were floating high above the scene.

  And then, Tisha’s pièce de résistance: as Narine held her upside-down body absolutely still, Tisha perched her gorgeous heel at the mouth of Narine’s pussy. Everything was perfectly juicy down there. It would take no effort at all to slip that clean black heel deep inside her body.

  “Please,” Narine begged. Her voice was higher than high. She nearly squealed, “I want you inside me.”

  For a moment, Tisha didn’t move. She only sat in her chair like Miss Priss and made her wait. Finally she sighed, “Very well,” and pressed her wicked heel to the pussy, searching for the slit.

  Narine struggled to remain still. She wanted to thrust her hips, rock them, fuck that beautiful boot, but she knew better. Tisha would give her what she needed.

  “More?” Narine pleaded.

  Tisha slowly pressed her heel deeper inside. Propping her sole against Narine’s clit, she bounced her heel quickly, leaning her foot back to strike the spot she’d taught Narine to love.

  Narine couldn’t close her eyes to blink. Her gaze was stuck on the image of Tisha’s gorgeous black boot assaulting her snatch in the most wonderful way imaginable. It took every drop of her will to keep still. She wanted so desperately to ride that boot, but she had to trust her girl to give her everything she needed. Now she needed to be fucked by that beautiful heel, and Tisha was doing an expert job. As she pressed into Narine’s slit, her platform sole rubbed Narine’s clit better than any finger, vibe or tongue ever could.

  Her temperature rose. Her skin tingled. She felt hot all over, but the sensation was definitely concentrated in her pelvis. Everything felt tight with pressure, and she had to bear down against the heel that was fucking her. This was getting to be more than she could handle. She dug her fingernails into her thighs, just above the lace line of her stockings.

  As the boot moved inside her, she surrendered to the oncoming wave of orgasm. It took over her body and her mind, warm arousal swirling like a tornado in her belly. Her clit throbbed under the ridges of Tisha’s big boot. The sensation was too good.

  Narine whimpered and pleaded until Tisha slowed the pace. She clawed at her own skin and thanked her girl again and again. There was nothing left in her – she’d given it all to Tisha.

  And when Tisha removed that delicious heel from her slit, Narine rolled onto her side and sought the wet thing like a baby seeking its bottle. She sucked her pussy juice from the heel until she found the strength to rise up on all fours and lick the patent-leather toe.

  As Narine cleaned up her mess, Tisha cooed with accolades and her heart soared. Their desires, not to mention the broadcast of their kink, might seem strange to some people, but she knew she wouldn’t make it through her day job without the promise of “Tisha and Narine’s After-hours Fetish Party”. She would be nothing without her girl, and she wanted the world to know it.

  Read more Giselle Renarde stories in Lesbian Erotica Volumes 6 and 9 and Erotica Volume 12

  THE GO-TO GIRL

  Courtney James

  Kay has a reputation for being the go-to girl. If something needs fixing, she’s your woman. But when she helps Nadine, the newest member of staff, with a computer problem, she doesn’t expect Nadine to have a unique way of showing her gratitude . . .

  Special search words: Go to Girl, Courtney James, Harry, Kay, Spa, bubbles, pussy, creamy juices, ecstasy, Internet porn, Darren, sacked on the spot, Filipina girls, exotic fruit, swell, breasts, petite, dream girl, IT department, tech support, motherboard, extracurricular, goddess, eye
candy, spreadsheet, expenses, accounts, Nadine, bum cheeks, panty line, thong, gorgeous buttocks, underwear, bare pussy, prim, office, cunt clench, spasm, spider plant, plant pot, stuffed toys, photographs, into other women, rebooted, crash, not enough memory, program, musk, perfume, PC, home calls, free tonight, reception, after work, lip gloss, strawberries, kissed, soft lips, work colleague, classic rock, down and dirty, pulsating bass, flat, school, high ceiling, Victoria, snake, reptile, python, slither, cheated on, into girls, Australian Shiraz, polished floorboards, overloaded, surfing the Net, ruse, firm and full, crotch, pussy, knickers, caress, bedside cabinet, fly, jeans, boots and socks, laptop, white cotton knickers, wet at the crotch, nipples, black suit, white blouse, pink bra, pussy shaved, jelly dildo, bottle of lube, dildo, lick, sex, pleasure, bubbled to the surface, heavy breasted, apex, fleshy bud, oral, slit, cookie, finger, wet pink hole, velvet, clasped tight, orgasm, gushed, satisfaction, passion, bed sheets, saliva, toy, strummed, naughtier, slid deep, cuffs, leather, bed head, restrained, horny, solution, problem, wicked delight, turned on, dominance, pussy, quivered, fucking, fucked, convulsed, release, bondage, naughty, sex games.

  Genre: Lesbian, Sex at Work

  FORBIDDEN TOUCHES

  Chris Westlake

  Debbie quickly discovers that Las Vegas is all about glamor, glitter and . . . gorgeous croupiers in skimpy bikinis! Her inhibitions are stripped naked when she hits the jackpot with one of the girls, who lets her break all of the rules of the game . . .

  Special search words: Forbidden touches, Chris Westlake, Debbie, Las Vegas, glamor, glitter, gorgeous, croupiers, inhibitions, jackpot, rules of the game, stroke, fondle, long limbs, mantra, Deborah Jane Simpson, date of birth, Viva Las Vegas, celebrate, marriage, middle seat, plane, older lady, aisle, best friends, strip club, pole, acrobatic, private dance, jaw dropped, box room, bench, Latino, olive complexion, athletic, pouted, purred, daydreaming, blanket, monitor, summer dress, inserted a finger, frilly, soaking wet, sweet and innocent, nipples, panties, stilettos, crease of her sex, smooth and hairless, being watched, dampness, turned on, sexual frenzy, dominated, fantasies, probed, security blanket, thunderous orgasm, took full control, turbulence, film, air hostess, husband, sticky wet fingers, winked, embarrassed, Sin City, restaurant, show, old town, strip, flashing lights, strip club, casino, scantily clad, kid in a candy store, roulette, dollars, chips, stunning, Tiffany, bikini, round ass, arse, tingled, sheer excitement, clit, personal, hotel room, horny as hell, use and abuse, fuck me, naked, hotel bed, handcuffed, bedposts, legs spread wide, American, gone to heaven, thrust, cock deep, strap-on dildo, fresh linen, snoring, blatant, beautiful body, flimsy, cleavage, hen pecked husband, bus stop, flashing lights, strip club, self-conscious eye contact, leopard-skin, succulent, mouth, wicked, touch me, gamble, confidence, round breasts, hot sticky wetness, sucked a nipple, sucking, moans, coming, writhed, buttocks, you can touch.

  Genre: Lesbian, Strip Club

  PAINT IT RED

  Kannan Feng

  Abigail convinces Harley to play with make-up, and while Harley doesn’t care for the results, she has plenty of interesting ideas about a certain red lipstick applied to some unusual areas!

  Special search words: Paint it Red, Kannan Feng, Harley, make-up, red lipstick, Abigail, slender, elegant, powders, brushes, straddle, Victorian, maiden, lap, palm, carry case, clear skin, stranger, mirror, idea, tube, lipstick, bright, whore, full attention, crude, promise, surprise, hooker, look the part, get rough, slutty, red with embarrassment, pale, freckled, clean-shaved cunt, nipples, arousal, stomach, slut, legs open, pale skin, spread, safe word, smack, handprint, slit, red paint, all fours, in the air, cheeks apart, pucker, admiration, possessive, tell-tale, lover, done yet, pencil, black line, buttock, choked, fingers deep, other woman, stiff as a board, deep inside, so tight, crooned, beg, bulky, cumbersome, small breasts, arousal, obscene, tender, apex, sly, entrance, submission, skillful, riding, teeth, excruciating, pleasurable, please, fireball, waves, sensations, shaking, collapse, aftershocks, favorite, sweet cunt, enjoyed.

  Genre: Lesbian, Sub Dom

  CORE PLEASURE

  Elizabeth Coldwell

  Mimi wants to get fit, and Pilates instructor Lia comes highly recommended. But can Mimi resist her attraction to her sexy tutor, much as she wants to adopt more intimate positions than Pilates usually allows?

  Special search words: Elizabeth Coldwell, Core Pleasure, Sophia, bistro, hot pink, Christmas, figure to die for, Pilates, conspiratorial, Sancerre, pelvic floor, exercise, instructor, studio, Fulham, computer, justice, tuition, gym, phobic, home visits, mat, floor, posture, breathing, core muscles, abdomen, back, virtues, plush, prone position, toned thighs, waxed, lustful, precise, controlled, movements, physical exercise, pubic curls, plank, kicks, abdominal muscles, chest lifts, side kicks, curl ups, guidance, stretches, cool down, crotch, yoga, stain, step classes, spinning, yoga, aquarobics, intimidate, regular basis, lesson, relief, workout, pleasure, silicon, vibrator, G-spot, fishing expedition, Lia, Mimi, plank position, lunch hour, repetitions, belly, pussy, professional woman, client, embrace, fantasies, kissed, love beads, treat, lube, chocolate, toys, wash bag, toiletries, jelly beads, pink, sports bra, stripped, teacup, cherry, nipples, controlled movement, nether lips, wicked, Kegel muscles, rhythm, orgasm, fitness, beg, clit, hole, strokes, convulse, drained, satisfied, tutor.

  Genre: Lesbian

  THE GO-TO GIRL

  Courtney James

  “Harry reckons you might be able to help me. He says you’re the go-to girl.”

  Kay almost jumped out of her seat at the sound of the voice. She’d been daydreaming about the girl in the Secret Spa shower gel advert again. Every morning, she found herself stuck in traffic at the junction where the poster had been sited and, every morning, her attention was hooked by the blonde whose lush curves were barely concealed by a froth of bubbles. How she wanted to join that model under the shower spray, rubbing lather into her flawless, creamy skin, soaping up her big, round breasts before sinking down to lap at the girl’s pussy till her creamy juices mingled with the bubbles and her pink-glossed lips parted in an “O” of undiluted ecstasy.

  At least she hadn’t been caught looking at Internet porn on company time, not like poor old Darren. He’d been sacked on the spot when he’d been discovered watching the antics of two very flexible Filipina girls, demonstrating exactly how much fun they could have with a banana. It was a shame he’d had to go, Kay thought, particularly as she hadn’t had the chance to get the website address from him before he left. Purely for browsing in the comfort of her own home, of course . . .

  The girl standing by her desk, chewing nervously on her full lower lip, drove all thoughts of porn stars playing with exotic fruit from Kay’s mind. She had the same tumbling blonde curls as the poster girl Kay had been lusting after, together with wide green eyes and a pretty, heart-shaped face, marred by the concerned expression that currently crossed it. The black suit jacket she wore was a little tight, straining across the swell of breasts almost too big for her petite frame. A newbie around the office, surely; Kay would have noticed someone who fitted so neatly into her definition of “dream girl” long before now.

  “So what does Harry think I can do for you, exactly?”

  She really didn’t need to ask the question. When someone came scurrying towards her desk, looking distraught and desperate, it could only mean one thing. Their small branch office – more of a twig than a branch, really, Kay had always thought – didn’t possess its own IT department. All tech support was handled by staff at the main branch, meaning a long wait to solve any problem that couldn’t be fixed simply by talking it through over the phone. Once Harry discovered Kay knew her way around a motherboard as well as anyone who eventually deigned to make their way over from head office, he sent all staff members needing help in her direction. Of course, there had never been anything extra in her pay packet as a thank-you for all this extracurricular work, but, looking at the newbie, Kay reckoned may
be today she was being rewarded by the goddess of eye candy.

  “My machine keeps freezing up every time I try to run the spreadsheet program,” the girl said. “And I need to get all the expenses forms over to accounts by the end of the day or—”

  “OK, slow down.” Kay rose from her chair, and came out from the behind the desk. “I’m Kay, just in case Harry didn’t mention it. And you are?”

  “Nadine. It’s only my first week here, and . . .”

  Before Nadine could start gabbling again, Kay told her to lead the way to her desk so she could take a look at the problem. The girl’s skirt was just as deliciously too tight as her jacket, letting Kay admire the twin globes of her bum cheeks as they flexed in movement. She couldn’t see a panty line, which should have been visible under the tautly stretched fabric. Did that mean little Nadine was wearing a thong, its thin strap neatly bisecting those gorgeous buttocks, or might she have neglected to put on any underwear at all? That latter image, of a flagrantly bare pussy hiding beneath the prim office clothing, caused Kay’s own cunt to clench in a sudden lustful spasm.

  Nadine’s workstation had been adorned with a few personal touches, including a spider plant in a blue china plant pot and a clutch of cutesy stuffed toys, but no photographs, nothing to indicate she was in a relationship. Not that Nadine had given any indication she was into other women, but a girl could dream, Kay thought, as she rebooted the misbehaving PC.

  Checking the settings, looking for anything that might cause the machine to crash, Kay quickly found the root of the problem. “There’s not enough memory been allocated to run that particular program.” She typed in numbers, clicked check boxes. “There you go, that should do it.”