Horny Holidays (The Complete Collection)

by Layla Bangs

  “What is your name?” she asked as she reached for a bottle of champagne that stood in silver bucket, surrounded by ice. “Grace” I responded as I lowered my body onto the bench seat next to her.

  “Pleased to meet you Grace. My name’s Karen. I can tell already that we’re going to get along just fine…”

  Karen handed me a generous glass of champagne, and before I could refuse her kind offer, her glass was raised.

  “To good times!” she announced proudly, clinking her glass against mine. I imbibed the sweet bubbly liquor under Karen’s watchful eye.

  I wasn’t a big drinker so I knew it wouldn’t be long until the alcohol hit me like a brick.

  “This is your first time at the Triangle Ball isn’t it?” I nod as I watch the corners of her bright red lips turn up into a satisfied smile.

  “I knew it! You looked like a little lost lamb on the dance floor. You know you’re supposed to bring a partner right?” she asked as she watched my facial expression drop to the beginnings of a frustrated frown.

  “Well… what’s your excuse then?” I fired back, the spark in my response unintentional. I knew straight away that Karen was a little taken aback by my fiery reply.

  “My my Grace, did I touch on a nerve?” I felt her hand on my knee, rubbing her smooth hand over my flesh as my pussy throbbed beneath my short skirt.

  “I’m only being nosy… obviously it is a sensitive subject for you. No matter, I figure you’ll tell me all about it if you feel the need. To answer your question, I organised this little shindig. It’s only fitting that I attend to make sure people such as yourself have a good time…”

  Great. Now I felt like a real idiot. My mouth had a nasty habit of engaging before my brain had a chance to censor it.

  “I’m… I’m so sorry; I didn’t mean to be rude. Look I’ve had a shit of a day, Caitlin; my partner was supposed to here with me. We’ve been planning this for ages, but then she had to go piss her parents off…”

  I felt Karen’s hand move further up my thigh. It felt so natural I didn’t feel uncomfortable or the need to even acknowledge what was happening.

  “Grounded eh? Sounds like you need to find yourself someone who doesn’t answer to their parent’s beck and call. You need someone who can teach you things… Someone who knows how to make you feel good…”

  My face turned bright red as I felt her fingers circle around my panty-clad pussy. I wasn’t expecting her to touch me beneath the booth table, but then again I wasn’t completely surprised either.

  There was some kind of unspoken chemistry between us both; it was different from being alone with Caitlin. As I stared into her deep blue eyes, I felt my soft cotton panties cling to my pubic mound, quickly becoming damp with my arousal.

  “Would your partner mind if you let your hair down for one night?” Karen said with an evil grin as she reached into her purse, pulling out a small, red vibrator.

  “She wants me to have a good time…” I moaned, my back instinctively pushing hard against the back of the leather seat of the booth.

  “Call her… Ask for her permission…” Karen said reaching up my skirt, pulling my panties hard to one side, exposing the soft dark bracken that framed my glistening wet sex.

  I thought she was joking, but as she hesitated with the vibrator poised at the entrance to my slit, now I wasn’t so sure.

  “Do it. Call up your lover, tell her what I’m about to do to you.” I nodded, I could feel the firm vibration radiating before my pussy. I wanted Karen to push the head of the vibrator inside me; I ached for its plastic sheathed comfort.

  “H…Hello? It’s me.” Caitlin must have thought something was wrong, being called so late, with me out of breath.

  “Is everything OK? What’s up babe?” she said. I could tell by the tone of her voice that she was lying in bed.

  “I need to know if it’s OK for me to fool around with another woman.” As I listened to myself speaking down the phone, it sounded unreal. What was I doing? “What do you mean fool around Grace?”

  Caitlin’s voice seemed to perk up; she seemed thrilled by my question. “I’m sitting here with a woman named Karen. She has a vibrator hovering over my pussy, she demanded I call you and ask you if it was OK to proceed.”

  “Yeah… Yeah I’m OK with it.” I was just about to re-confirm it was fine, after all it was a pretty extreme thing that was about to happen when Caitlin said something that removed any remaining traces of doubt.

  “Just one thing… can I stay on the phone and listen to you?” I felt so in love at that moment.

  Karen heard enough of our conversation over the din of the dance floor. With my panties still pulled back, she pushed the vibrating phallus inside of me to my delighted squeals.

  As the small vibrator ventured inside my needy hole, I could hear the rustle of Caitlin’s bed clothes through the phone. I knew that she wasn’t about to let me have all the fun.

  “Talk to me Grace… What’s she doing to you?” It took me a few moments to answer as Karen slid the shaft in and out of my pussy as party goers walked unassumingly past our booth.

  I did my best to control myself, censoring my whimpers of pleasure, trying to sit up straight with my phone somewhat obscuring my face, anything to hide my facial expressions.

  “She’s… fucking me with her vibrator; I’m in a booth near the bar. There… there’s people around us… they don’t know what she is doing to me.”

  I could hear Caitlin turn on a vibrator of her own, her loudening breathing and the odd gentle murmur told me that she was happily playing along.

  “Ohhhh… Ohhhh Fuuuuucccckkkk!” I whimpered, biting down hard on my lip as Karen angled the vibrator, holding it against my clit as she twisted and held it against my sensitive nubbin.

  “Now she is rubbing my clit… it feels good Caitlin… really good…”

  “I wish I was there to watch you Grace. I want to see you cum all over that booth!”

  I feared that it wouldn’t be too far away until I did cum as our moans alternated with each other, almost as if we were forming some kind of beautiful harmony with each other.

  Karen took hold of my breast, squeezing it tightly through the sleek black fabric of my dress before sliding her hand inside.

  I gasped loudly as her fingers teased my areola, pinching my nipple tightly, rolling my glans between her fingers as she watched me writhe before her.

  “What’s happening now?” Caitlin said detecting an increase in my excitement. “She’s rubbing my tits… Oh God Caitlin, I think I’m going to cum all over her hands!”

  “Do it!” she coaxed. “Do it Grace, I want to hear you orgasm. I want to know if it sounds the same when we’re together!”

  I closed my eyes, imagining Caitlin lying on her back on her bed. Her pyjama pants pulled halfway down her thighs, her back arched up with her dildo pushed deep inside her pussy as she listened to me being pleasured over the phone.

  As I felt intense warmth build in my lower back, I could almost smell the sweet scent of her throbbing pussy.

  “Caitlin… I’m…. I’m… Ahhhhhhh!” It happened; the orgasm had finally taken control of me. I was its helpless agent, powerless against its will as it had me bucking and twisting under Karen’s firm hand.

  Karen’s hand clamped down hard on my breast, her thumb and forefinger tightening on my nipple, grinding it between her fingers as I breathlessly moaned under her control.

  A few seconds later and Caitlin was in much the same position. I hear the first part of her scream, followed by a muffled continuation.

  I imagine her dropping the phone, reaching for a pillow to silence her cries of passion. The last thing she needs is her parents to catch her masturbating on the phone.

  “Are you still there?” I hear her breathless voice again. “Yeah I’m still here…” I say between forced breaths.

  Karen had now removed the throbbing shaft of the dildo from my cunt as she admired the glistening excitement I’ve left on i
ts candy colored finish.

  “Grace… I love you… have a good night… please come to me when you’ve had your fun…” with that she was gone. I opened my eyes to see Karen doting over me.

  I take the vibrator from her hand, hoping to return the favor she had just afforded me.

  “No no no… that won’t cut it I’m afraid. Follow me…” She signalled for me to stand up. I followed her to the back corner of the bar, there was a small red door leading to an upstairs office. She ushered me inside.

  “We might need a little more privacy for what I have planned for you…”

  I felt my heart race as I climbed the stairs. Karen led me into a small walnut finished office, the thick smell of leather permeated through the air as she closed the door behind me.

  “Take your clothes off. I like my subjects uninhibited. I’ll be back shortly.”

  She disappeared into a small bathroom that branched off the office. I dutifully slid my clothes from my body, folding them up before placing them in a pile on the arm of a leather couch that sat against one of the walls.

  I could hear some movement coming from the bathroom, the distinctive sound of stiff PVC being pulled over naked flesh.

  I quickly surveyed my surroundings. There was a desk in front of what appeared to be a large one-way glass window. I looked out the window to see a birds-eye view of the club below.

  On the desk there was a placard that read “Karen Sommerville. General Manager”.

  Her story checked out at least I thought as I heard the door handle to the bathroom turn. I quickly made my way back to the couch.

  I would be lying if I said I wasn’t caught off-guard at the sight standing in the doorway before me. Karen’s trim body was covered in a large black leather harness that criss-crossed her body, her full breasts and hairless pussy were in plain sight.

  She wore a pair of bright red PVC boots that came up to her mid thighs. As she approached me I listened the playful sound of the boots as they warped and twisted with her movement.

  “You have a nice body Grace… anyone ever told you that?” she said as she admired me from head to toe. Her eyes seemed drawn to my small breasts.

  “I love a small pair of tits; do you like them big or small?” Karen cupped her breasts with her hands, squeezing the soft flesh in her palms, wringing her nipples with the tips of her fingers.

  I felt a lump in my throat, this kind of situation was completely foreign to me and as more than a little intimidated by the leggy blonde standing before me in full dominatrix getup.

  All I could manage was a nod, which seemed to be good enough as Karen beckoned me closer.

  “Grace, I want those little pink lips of yours on my breasts. I want you to suck on my tits.” I didn’t need any encouragement or further instruction.

  Before Karen even had a chance my mouth was latched tightly around her waiting breast.

  I felt her entire body shudder as my tongue lashed around her stiff nipple, the pneumatic actions of my mouth pulling her sensitive pink glans onto the back of my tongue.

  She let out an audible sigh of relief as I suckled her; it was as if this had been the first time in a long time that someone had shown her this kind of attention.

  “This is so you don’t get away on me…” she said sharply as I felt the cool sensation of a leather collar around my neck.

  She snapped the lock together before tugging on a leash that was securely wrapped around her clenched hand.

  There was no escape, not that I was actively seeking one. I was more than comfortable to be her slave for the evening.

  “I can’t just stand by while your hands do nothing. Finger me Grace.” Another instruction came without any protest from me. From the moment I had laid eyes on her naked cunt it had piqued my curiosity.

  She spread her legs a little as my hand found its way to her glistening sex. I gingerly began teasing the soft pink lips of her labia; Karen grabbed hold of my wrist, forcing my fingers deep inside.

  “I’m not here to be toyed with Grace… I want to be fingered properly.”

  My fingers slid effortlessly inside her slit, her excitement was obviously at a fever pitch judging by how wet she was already.

  I let my fingers explore deeper, swirling them around inside before withdrawing them until only the tips of my fingers were consumed by her body.

  I could sense her impatience; she wanted my fingers to ream her pussy. Who was I to leave her disappointed?

  With a violent inwards thrust three of my digits disappeared up the knuckle, as soon as they were met with sufficient resistance, I slid them back out again only to repeat the motion to her excited howls of pleasure.

  “Not like this…” she said in a barely audible tone, panting loudly as I felt her melt on my fingers.

  “Lay on the floor…” she snapped, jerking my leash hard, my mouth force to release her breast. I did as I was told; Karen released her grip on the leash, grabbing what looked like a small ottoman from under her desk.

  “I hope you’re not claustrophobic!” she said in a voice that was still shaken, placing the stool over my head. I could see daylight through the narrow opening directly above my face.

  “What… are you going to do to me?” I asked more out of curiosity than concern.

  “Oh I think it’ll be to your liking Grace… I’ve seen the way your eyes lit up at my naked little hole, now’s your chance to get up close and personal!”

  I felt a tight burning sensation tear through my nipples, followed by the cool feeling of cold metal against my skin.

  As my nipples went numb to the tight clamps binding them together, the last slither of comfort I had left was now taken from me as Karen sat down on the stool, obstructing my vision.

  As my senses adjusted, the purpose of the stool instantly became obvious. Karen’s throbbing hole was now poised mere inches away from my waiting mouth.

  The sweet smell of her aroused opening was now flooding my senses. I winced as I felt the tight clamps on my breasts being pulled sharply. “Don’t just stare at it Grace. I want you to eat it.”

  Fearing a repeat of my punishment, I did as I was told. I extended my tongue and as it made contact with Karen’s throbbing sex for the first time, I felt her wriggle above my face.

  “That’s it Grace… taste me… what do I taste like Grace? Am I as sweet as Caitlin?”

  “Mmmhmm” I somehow managed to respond, my tongue pushing past the tight lips of her labia until my face was engorged.

  She tasted different to Caitlin, but it was a taste I was quickly growing to like. Karen was too pre-occupied to notice that I’d failed to answer the second part of her question.

  “I must say Grace… for a greenhorn you seem to know how to eat a pussy. I could keep you around you know?” Karen’s voice was breaking up as she fought to regulate her breathing.

  Each time my tongue brushed against her needy clit she would let out a shrill moan, it was her way of letting me know that I was hitting all the right spots.

  I lifted my head slightly, allowing myself better access to her cunt. I pursed my lips, pushing them into her sex until I had her clit exactly where I wanted it.

  I started by clamping my lips down tightly on her nubbins, I maintained the pressure I was exerting to a loud excited moan from Karen.

  As I began suckling her clit, grinding it between my lips in between long, hard sucks Karen was nearly inconsolable.

  “Fuuuuucccckkkk!” she hissed, her body bouncing up and down involuntarily on the stool above me as I fought to hold her sex in my mouth.

  “Grrrrrraaaaccceee!” she began wailing like a banshee. “Suck my clit you dirty little bitch!” She was there; she was butter in my mouth.

  She may have me bound, trapped and punished, but I now held the reigns.

  I didn’t let up; I dragged her clit hard into my mouth, fighting for breath through my nostrils as I continued my attack.

  The sound was unreal; I fully expected the door to her office to be ki
cked down as numerous bouncers stormed the room looking for the source of the racket.

  I felt the familiar pain in my breasts as Karen instinctively pulled on the chain connected to them.

  “Ohhhh Ohhhh Ohhhhh Ahhhhhh!” there it was, I had finally pushed her too far. I felt the lips of her pussy spasm under the grip of my mouth and a warm gentle gush of her arousal flowed down onto my face as I released her, hungry for a taste of her juices.

  Karen didn’t waste any time. Almost immediately she lifted her thin frame off the stool as my eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room, unimpeded oxygen supply a welcome thing to have back again.

  “Get on your knees. I have something for you…” she said firmly as she took the stool off of my head before heading back to her desk.

  As I climbed up on all fours I looked down at the heavy chain hanging between my tits as the thought crossed my mind that no real business items were probably in her desk drawers, just various sex-toys she used to carry out her depraved sexual fantasies.

  I was not disappointed at the sight of her latest accessory. I watched Karen as she attached a large purple strap-on to the front of the harness.

  She stood in front of me, with an evil grin on her face as she looked for my reaction.

  “Do you think you can handle this Grace?”

  “There’s only one way to find out…” I replied, my hips gyrating as I smiled back at her. I could feel my heart pound in my chest as Karen walked around behind me.

  “That’s what I like to hear…” she said as I felt her warm hands on my hips.

  I could sense the purple phallus nearing my entrance; I pushed my hips back until I felt the cool crown against the lips of my pussy.

  I was amazed by how thick it was and as Karen gripped hard on my hips, I could feel my pussy stretch over the fat head, my entire body shivering as it was buried deep inside.

  “You think you can handle this cock Grace?” Karen asked smugly as her fingertips traced a delicate path down my spine.

  “Only one way to find out…” I teased, hoping she would take the hint and fuck me already with her massive dildo.