by T J Vertigo
Her leverage perfect, the club owner was able to twist and gyrate, pump and flex any which way she pleased, while her bound and suspended lover could do no more than accept it. Reece tested Faith's tolerance with a quick jerk of her hips.
"Yesss... please!" The blond all but screamed.
The tall woman chuckled. Faith was so receptive; so ready... it made her own heart pound.
"Come on, baby... fuck me... do it..."
The breathless and raspy plea shot through Reece like a thunderbolt. With a surge of adrenaline, she pulled back and then filled her lover.
"YES!"
Reece pulled back and this time she pumped harder.
"God, yes... harder..."
Reece strengthened her thrusts to the point that she had to slide her other hand under Faith as well, to keep them both from collapsing. The club owner was grunting and growling in time with Faith's gasps and moans.
"Your cock is soo goood..." Things were coming out of Faith's mouth and she couldn't even try to stop it. Each time Reece filled her, Faith uttered another word. She was driving her tall lover insane with each breath. "Shit, yes... fuck me... god... Reece..." Faith had become monosyllabic as the thrusts grew harder.
"You are so hot, Faith... look at how you take me inside... shit, you're so wet..."
Faith wanted nothing more in the world right now than to wrap her legs around that strong body and pull Reece on top of her. The way she was holding her by the ass made every muscle in her glorious arms twitch and jump. Faith wanted to suck on those bulging biceps almost as much as she wanted to flip them over and be on top. She never really thought much about being on top before, but the second she thought it, she had to have it.
Now.
She needed to look down at Reece's fiery eyes as she fucked her. Faith had a wonderful idea, one where she'd have her wish.
"So fucking hot..." Reece mumbled, thrusting rapidly, watching her dick slide in and out. The leather of the harness was glistening and she had the urge to lick it off.
Faith felt the tingling break out in her clit, followed by the hot sparks in her groin. No... this is too good! Nevertheless, she was powerless to stop it. "Fuck, Reece!"
"You're gonna come, baby... I can tell." Reece wrapped her left arm under Faith's back and freed her right hand. Those fingers flew directly to Faith's clit, where they pressed down, letting the pumping of their hips do all the movement.
The additional sensation caused the actress to cry out and jerk her pelvis erratically, her orgasm shooting through her like a forest fire. "Oh... REECE... REECE..." she screamed loudly.
The club owner's eyes widened for a moment at her lover's explosive screams. She'd never heard Faith make such sounds as the ones she was making now and it made her chest swell as well as her ego. With a cocky grin, she swirled her hips in time to her lover's spasming body, until Faith suddenly went limp; dead weight in her arms. Reece smirked her ass off. Who da woman? I da woman... that's who... Go Reece... go Reece...
Faith's breath was coming in great heaves and Reece couldn't help blowing on her fingernails and shining them on her naked shoulder. She chuckled out loud, as she placed her limp lover on the bed then leaned over to unbind her hands. That done, she twisted around her torso and quickly untied the straps from Faith's feet. Still wearing a shit-eating grin, the club owner brushed her hair behind her ear and leaned over gently to kiss her unconscious lover.
Like a bat out of hell, Faith attacked. Reece was sprawled on her back, her head hanging off the side of the bed with 120 pounds of spitfire chuckling evilly on top of her. "What the? I thought you... that I..."
"Yeah, you cocky fuck. Don't think I didn't hear you gloating while I had my eyes closed." Faith's eyes glowed as she leaned over and speared through Reece's lips with her tongue.
The club owner's eyebrows shot up, but no one noticed her question.
Faith wiggled her body around until she found what she was looking for. Reaching a hand between them, she placed the dildo just inside her dripping entrance. "I wanted to be on top," she shrugged at Reece's narrow-eyed glare, "and I know you never would have let me up from those ties until I was totally oblivious."
"Well... yeah... but... I thought..."
"I'm an actress, Reece. Now, go on, give it to me." Faith met Reece's challenging stare with one equally as menacing, adding a painful nipple tweak.
Blue eyes narrowed to slits and nostrils flared.
"Show me what you got, baby," Faith dangled her breasts in Reece's face, knowing that would end the stalemate.
The club owner grabbed a nipple with her teeth and sucked it into her mouth.
"Oh, yeah, come on, Reece. I wanna feel you inside," Faith purred.
The tall woman put both her hands on Faith's shoulders and thrust into her so powerfully that if she hadn't been holding her, the actress would have flown over her head and onto the floor.
Faith bit her bottom lip so she wouldn't scream. This was exactly what she wanted. If she could only open her eyes to complete the wish...
"You want me to fuck you like this?" Reece growled and planted her feet onto the bed, allowing her strong thigh muscles to do all the work.
Faith leaned back onto Reece's legs and groaned deeply, the dildo filling places it hadn't been just minutes ago. "Shit... that's good..." she breathed between hard thrusts. She reached behind her and clutched Reece's ankles.
Reece remained almost silent, she couldn't speak due to the incredible sensations coursing through her entire body while watching Faith meet her thrust for thrust. The harness jammed into her need with each movement they made, the contact sending hundreds of shocks through her clit. The actress was glistening with perspiration, something she usually didn't do. She was flushed from her breasts to her ears and it made Reece growl to see her so aroused. Her lover was so wet, the slickness was everywhere. The tall woman longed to feel it on her fingers and let one of her hands rest on Faith's hip and the other one fell between them.
Feeling the hand fall, Faith gasped. Green eyes opened and focused on desire-filled blue ones.
Faith could see the state Reece was in and knew what she liked. She released Reece's ankles and fell forward, leaning her hands and her weight on the little space on the bed above Reece's shoulders. She stared into the deep blue, lust-filled irises. "You feel so good... so deep inside," she paused to groan as she was filled again. "You fuck me so beautiful... oh!" She couldn't speak, only breathe through her mouth as Reece strained harder with more intense pumping.
The club owner wormed her hand between them and split two fingers at the base of the dildo, she closed her eyes and growled as Faith's lips crushed down on them again and again.
Faith could take only so much; those wonderful fingers were so close. "Stop moving, baby..."
"Shit... did I hurt you?" Reece barely gasped, so wrapped up in her own arousal.
"Shh... no... I just want to make you come when I come," Faith answered through deep breaths.
Reece raised an eyebrow and received two fingers in her mouth for her answer. She tongued them happily.
Faith adjusted herself until she was half full and clamped down on the cock with her vagina. Then she rocked back and forth slowly.
"Fuck... Faith... oh, Faith!" The dildo pressed rhythmically into Reece, the tall woman wasn't going to last at this rate.
"Touch my clit, Reece... please..." Faith groaned breathlessly.
Reece moved the hand that was currently fondling her lover's swollen lips, up and around the intrusion. Faith whimpered deliciously, making Reece even closer to losing it. "A little faster..." she grunted.
Faith rocked harder and quicker, satisfying both their needs tremendously. Both women were panting and groaning together.
"Almost, Reece..."
The club owner nodded, reaching her own hips up higher. She craned her neck to see between them and that's where she lost it. "Shit... oh... god..." she grunted and trembled.
Faith had been holding hers
back, knowing that as soon as she saw Reece come, she'd follow immediately. It never failed.
The club owner clenched her jaw tightly and blew out a loud gust of air. She sat up and stilled briefly, but when Faith convulsed above her, she jammed the harness into her already twitching clit and the tall woman fell back onto the bed hard.
The dildo filled Faith completely as she came, losing control of her vaginal muscles and she made a high-pitched sound, like a siren. She noticed her lover drop heavily to the mattress and fell on top of her, both women grinding their pelvises into each other relentlessly. It seemed their release would go on and on as long as they stayed together.
"GOD dammit... Faith... stop!" Reece's head was hanging off the bed and she sounded like she was yelling from far away.
The actress lifted her head off her lover's shoulder and giggled at the sight.
"I'm gonna pass out for real..." she groaned.
Faith, still chuckling and twitching, climbed off Reece and inhaled sharply as the dick popped out of her. The tall woman moaned. With a great deal of effort, Faith crawled towards Reece's feet and pulled her body down until her head was on the bed. "Are you okay?"
"I never came upside down, Faith. That was a trip," Reece breathed heavily between words.
"Your face is beet red, honey," Faith snickered.
"Your ass will be beet red if you ever do that again."
"What? Laugh at you or fuck you upside down?"
"Ha. I'm fainting away and you're asking questions," Reece stuck her tongue out as Faith climbed on top of her.
"I just want to know what to do for a spanking," she wiggled her eyebrows and kissed her lover soundly.
When the kiss ended, the club owner propped herself up on her elbows and cocked her head at Faith. "Yeah?"
"Well... I was just asking," Faith answered with a grin.
"You surprise me, Faith. Every day, you surprise me," Reece replied with a curious look.
"Good. Wouldn't want you to tire of me." Faith laid her head down on a strong slick shoulder and toyed with a lock of hair. "You stink like sex, Reece."
"Wanna take a shower?" she kissed blonde hair.
"K. Carry me?" she mumbled into the skin.
* * *
"FAITH! Get your ass down here!" Reece was fuming and disgusted.
The actress ran down the stairs, still in her towel. Her nose wrinkled at the foul odor. "Ew, Reece, did you do that?"
Blue eyes narrowed in a very un-amused way at her lover.
"Alright! God, it was a joke. Where'd he poop?"
"You name it, Faith. He's sick or something. God! It's repulsive!"
"Oh, aren't we cranky." Faith went to retrieve the roll of towels they kept for such an occasion. Reece smirked and waited. "Oh, GROSS! Ick... oh icky icky icky!"
Reece bit her lip.
The look of sheer amusement on her face didn't escape her hopping lover and Faith frowned. "You could have told me he had diarrhea."
"It's just poopy doops, Faith," she chuckled. Now Faith fumed. "Oh, aren't we cranky." Reece almost guffawed at the look on Faith's face as she cleaned her bare foot.
"Think this is funny? Guess who's taking him to the vet?"
"Oh, no! I have work! No way am I going to carry that shitbag to the vet!" Reece folded her arms and stood her ground.
Faith narrowed her eyes and tapped her foot.
The club owner growled and raised her chin.
* * *
Hours later, Reece stepped into The Lounge, quietly hoping Sam was away from the door.
"Hey, Boss!"
Reece cringed and stuck her hand in her coat.
"Hey, you okay?" The look on Reece's face was one Sarge was sure related to embarrassment, but in all the years she knew the tall woman... that was not a look in her repertoire.
"Uh, fine. Just in a hurry. Could you... umm..."
Sarge's eyebrows disappeared into her hair as she watched the boss's breast wiggle around on its own.
Caught, Reece reached into her jacket and pulled out Smudge. "He's sick; I had to bring him."
"Please don't tell me he's wearing panties Reece... please..." Sam's face turned red with the effort not to burst into hysteria.
"I told you he's sick! It's all they had!" Reece yelled and stalked away to her office. The loud laughter behind her caused her to growl loudly at poor Cori who was just trying to say hello.
* * *
Cori stood there by wall, trying to discern the image she thought she had just seen. Why would she take Smudge to work? And what was he wearing? The dancer started walking towards the boss' door. She lifted her hand to knock then heard the muffled shouting and thought better of it. She cupped her hand to the door and frowned. Eavesdropping would have been much easier if the door wasn't soundproofed. She knocked.
"Stupid dog! What!?" Reece flung open the door and Cori took a step back. The tall woman was visibly frustrated and not so pleased to see her. "Did I thank you for the rat yet, Cori?"
"Reece, where are your pants?" The dancer slipped past the club owner and waltzed into the office.
"By all means, come in," she said sarcastically and slammed the door.
"Well? What gives?" Cori gestured to the boss's bare legs.
"I took off his diaper and he fucking exploded."
"That was a diaper? Wait, he's sick?" Cori dropped to the floor and crawled over to the dog, placing him on the wee wee pad Reece had thrown down. "Is my wittle baby not feeling so vewy good?"
Reece rolled her eyes and took off her shirt with a wince. "No, he's not. Apparently he's fond of smelly, rotten garbage and made a pig of himself."
"Awww... the poor teeny baby. You have a tummy ache?"
"Don't pity him, he willingly ate the trash."
Cori did a double take as her boss was standing in nothing more than her underwear and socks. Narrowing her eyes playfully at her friend's stare, Reece twirled around dramatically.
"Was that a hickey on the back of your thigh?"
"Fuck you, Cor," Reece blurted in embarrassment.
"Ooo, I'm flattered, Reece, but what will Faith think?"
"Ha. Cori, put him down, if you know what's good for you," she warned opening her closet and pulling out some clothes.
"Always prepared, huh Reece?" The dancer placed Smudge back on his wee wee pad and stood up.
"It helps," Reece smirked, slipping her jeans on. "You know, if you were able to sneak the other rats in your apartment, why did you leave me with him?" the club owner gestured to the puppy that was contentedly chewing on his tail.
"Faith wanted to keep him, Reece. You know that. Are you gonna wash that stuff, Boss? It smells in here."
"Yes, I'm gonna wash this stuff," she mimicked.
"There's a laundromat a few blocks away. Uh, will you...?"
"Sure. You go on, he's safe with me."
"Just stay away from the firing end, Cor," Reece mentioned before disappearing.
* * *
Cori was sitting in the big leather chair with her feet on Reece's desk. She understood why the tall woman would be holed up in here for hours. With the door closed tightly, you could hardly feel the pulsing bass beats and the darkness that covered the windowless room was soothing. The dancer jumped as Reece's phone rang. She stared at it with a grin, knowing it was most likely Faith. "Lounge," she grumbled.
"I've been thinking about you all day, sexy."
Cori bit back a giggle. "Mmmm," she hummed.
"You wanna know what I was thinking?"
"If you tell me, can I watch?"
"CORI!"
"Faith!"
"You shit. Where's Reece?"
"She had to wash her clothes. Smudge is pretty ill."
"Oh, no. He barfed on her?"
"No, he crapped all over her. Did you have anything to do with his panties?"
"His what? Panties? You've got to be kidding me," she snorted with laughter.
"Yeah, they're blue and white gingham. You mean, Reece
bought him those things?" Cori joined in the mirth and snickered.
"I suppose. She called me from the Vet and I told her they make doggie pampers. I guess she couldn't find any," she giggled. "Oh, god, Cor, is she really pissed?"
"Actually, I think she's putting on a good show. He's definitely growing on her." The dancer began opening drawers and snooping.
"I think so, too," Faith agreed. "I caught her playing with him yesterday. She said he had dirt on his back, but she was petting him."
"How can she pet him without squashing him?" Cori picked up an envelope of photos and grinned at Faith's pose by the Christmas tree.
"Heh. She uses one finger. It's so adorable. He sits in her hand."
"How fucking cute is that? Oh, here she comes. Call right back," Cori hung up the phone threw the envelope back in the drawer and ran to the couch.
Reece peeked her head in the door and located the pup asleep on his wee wee pad. "Any surprises?" she whispered.
"Nope. I think he's done."
"Thank fucking god," she breathed and reached down to put the panties back on the dog. He jumped up immediately wagging his tail so vigorously his whole body was moving. Reece had to lift him off the floor to stop him from twirling around in continuous circles. When she lifted him, his little tongue flew out repeatedly, catching the club owner's lips over and over again. "Okay, okay... just calm down, rat... What?" she growled at Cori's highly amused face.
"Nothing," she giggled. "Nothing." The phone rang and saved the dancer further explanation.
The tall woman put down her puppy and went to the desk. "Lounge," she answered shrugging off her jacket. Her eyes narrowed and she sat heavily in her chair. "Oh, yeah? And then what?" she purred, waving her hand at Cori, dismissing her. Reece then twirled her chair around, her back facing the smirking dancer who saw herself out. The club owner closed her eyes and stretched out her legs. "Is that a promise?" she asked her very descriptive lover. "Wait, the phone clicked, hold that thought." She clicked over to the other line. "Lounge. Yes, this is she... hold on a second." Reece clicked back to Faith, "Hon, it's the contractor, I gotta go... me too." The club owner turned herself to face her desk and picked up a pencil to fiddle with before she connected back to the contractor.