Authors: Titania Leslee
I had my arms under her ass now, holding her up as my own
ass shook for the crowd and my knees dug into the wall for support. I bit and
nipped my way down her neck until I reached the upper swell of her right boob.
I licked her hard nipple through the fabric, and glanced up at her as I did so.
Her face contorted in that same glazed, blissful look just like the women in
the girl-on-girl porno movies I’d secretly been watching since walking in on
Kaydee and Savanah last summer. I dragged the fabric aside with my teeth until
I could close my lips over the hard nub. At the same time, I found her wetness
with my probing fingers as I continued to shake my ass for the now-screaming
crowd.
Leslee gazed down at me while I circled her nipple with my
tongue and sank a finger into her tight pussy. She moaned and thrashed between
me and the wall. Panic suddenly filled her eyes.
“Melanie.”
I lifted my head and kissed her mouth again. God, I wanted
her. Wanted nothing more than to devour her all night long.
“What?” I asked against her mouth as I finger-fucked her
harder, faster.
“Y-you can’t do this. Not here, not now. You have to stop.”
“Why?” I dropped to my knees and dragged her down with me. I
pushed her back so that she lay on the stage. My pussy was an absolute inferno,
so I climbed on top of her, straddling her while I lay over her and rubbed my
cunt against hers. I needed to put the fire out, had to, but I also wanted to
make it hotter, get more and more and more and
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Leslee’s hands pushed against my shoulders. “
Melanie.
”
Something about the tone of her voice made it seem as if
she’d tossed a bucket of freezing water on me. I blinked. The music stopped.
The entire crowd stood in a collective drool. I caught a glimpse of Savanah and
Kaydee standing there with their jaws hanging open.
Oh my god.
Oh. My.
God.
I jumped up and wiggled my skirt back down into its rightful
place. My gaze caught sight of the DJ, who said to the entire city over the
radio waves, “Whoa, we definitely have us a winner here at Pussycat’s. If
you’re out there on the town and not here, you’re missing it. That was
the
hottest contest entry I’ve ever seen.”
The crowd started a slow clap that escalated into whoops and
cheers and “Win-ner, win-ner, win-ner!”
My face flushed hot beneath the stage lights. I looked down at
Leslee and sudden horror filled my soul as she held her hands over her face
while still lying on the floor in a ravished heap.
I knelt and helped her to a sitting position. “Leslee. Oh
damn it, Leslee, I’m so sorry. I-I-I didn’t mean to go that far. I-I didn’t
mean to humiliate you like that, and in your own place of business, at that. Oh
my freaking gawd.” I buried my face in my hands. Humiliation didn’t even begin
to describe how I felt. I longed to run from the stage, from Louisville, from
the entire country, and just bury myself forever in a deep, dark hole.
Thank goodness it had only been on the radio and not on TV.
That earlier reggae song started to play again on the
overhead speakers. “Hot sex on the beach, yeah mon, lick ’er juicy peach…hot
sex on the beach, yeah mon, eat ’er juicy peach…”
“No, no.” Leslee pulled my hands away from my face. She was
smiling. And she was clearly still turned-on. “It’s okay. Really. I think I’d
just prefer to do the rest of what you started in private. Wouldn’t you?”
I looked around. The patrons danced to the music, raised
their drinks in celebration and chanted along with the song. But before I could
answer Leslee’s obvious invite, Charles, that ass, pushed his way through the
crowd and stopped at the side of the stage near the stairs.
He sneered, his upper lip curled in a crooked slant. “Well,
well. Even better than I’d imagined. As long as business picks up over this,
you’ve got yourself some more time with Pussycat’s, Leslee, and Bards Holdings
can be, well, held off a bit longer.”
I helped Leslee to her feet so she could stand her full
height on the heels. Her legs trembled. I slipped my arm around her waist to
prevent her from falling.
But that was the only reason I held on to her—wasn’t it? Ah,
but she did feel so sweet with her hip pressed to mine. Her arm slid around my
shoulders and something shifted in my soul.
Something I didn’t care to name at the moment.
“Whatever, Charles, whatever,” Leslee mumbled.
He winked at me. “You have no idea how much you’ve helped
the cause. Good job.”
Nausea bubbled in my belly again. “T-thanks.”
His gaze raked me. No, raped me. “You’re very, very—”
“Wow, that was awesome,” Kaydee shouted as she pushed
through the dancers and made her way to the bottom of the stage. She gazed up at
me with that shitty grin she’d always used that said, “I knew you were hiding
something with that homophobe attitude of yours.”
Charles rolled his eyes and made his way back through the
crowd, flirting and flattering as he went.
Savanah slithered up and draped herself around Kaydee.
“Honey, you were fabulous.”
Awkward. She might be a virtual stranger to me given she’d
married my dad well past my moving away from home, but that didn’t take away
from the awkwardness of my stepmom telling me I’d just done a fabulous job at
an onstage lesbian sex act.
“Thanks. I did it for Leslee, that’s all, nothing more. To
get that asshole off her back.” I glared across the room at Charles. He caught
my gaze again and I couldn’t look away fast enough. Ew, how he gave me the
creeps.
Kaydee nodded and grinned. “Right. Nothing more. Well, you
should’ve been an actress in that case. Could’ve won an Academy Award or
whatever the hell you call it. Damn girl, I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“Shut up, Kaydee. I told you I did it for Leslee. She’s my
friend, my boss. Why else would I do such an outrageous thing?”
Kaydee threw her head back and laughed with hearty
amusement. “Outrageous doesn’t even begin to describe it. I’m proud of you,
pal.”
Leslee squeezed me then stepped away. “It’s true. She’s just
a good friend, and I’m so grateful she came by. We can’t let Charles sell the
place. It’s about the only decent lesbian bar in the area.”
“Don’t worry,” Savanah said with a yawn. “I’ll keep you
updated on things. I have an insider with Bards who’s been keeping me informed
on Charles’ antics. We’ll head it off if possible. Now Kaydee, my love, can we
go home? I’m exhausted.”
“Right. You’re ‘exhausted’.” A look passed between Kaydee
and Savanah, one that only the two of them understood. “Sure, baby, let’s head
out to your place.”
With Kaydee’s offered hand, Leslee made her way down the
stairs. She hugged first Kaydee then Savanah. “Thanks for coming and showing
your support, ladies. It means a lot to me.”
“Sure,” Kaydee said with a nod. “Anytime for old friends.”
I hugged both Savanah and Kaydee then they went to the bar
and settled their tab before leaving. I was relieved to see them go. The crowd
dissipated, dividing off into corners and booths, or making restroom runs.
Leslee finally turned to me. She brushed her hand down my
arm, branding it with the heat of her touch. “Thank you again, Melanie.
So
much.”
“You’re welcome.” I glanced around, suddenly feeling out of
my element again, just like I had when I’d first arrived here tonight. What had
passed between us on stage seemed miles away, yet my pussy still clung to this
throbbing warmth that refused to die out.
Leslee nodded. Damn, she looked so gorgeous, her wig hair
all ruffled from me pawing at her and tossing her to the stage floor. My face
went hot with embarrassment. Had I really done that? What had gotten into me?
“Look, I-I’m sorry I let that get so out of hand. It’s not
like me. I don’t know what came over me.”
“Maybe you like women more than you know?” She shrugged.
“No,” I said emphatically. “That’s not possible. I’m just
curious is all.”
Leslee stepped forward and slid her arms around my waist.
She yanked me closer so that our pussies slammed together. It was all I needed
to bring the embers back to high flames. “Are you sure?” she asked, and splayed
her hands over my ass.
“I-I
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Oh wow, what’s
happening to me?” I wrapped my arms around her neck and leaned close so that I
could rub my lips over hers. Our lipstick smeared together and I thought there
could be nothing hotter than the stuff of two females mixing as one.
Leslee leaned back against the stage and drew me with her,
nudging my legs apart. She grinded her pussy between my thighs, so hard that I
could swear her clit brushed mine. “You agreed to let me finish what I started.
How about it, Mel? Come up with me and let me show you how it’s done.”
“Up? Up where?”
“I have a loft apartment upstairs. I dare you to come hang
out with me, if anything just for a drink.”
Warm cream trickled out and soaked my G-string. So tempting.
So fucking tempting. “You dare me?”
She grinned. “I dare you.”
Before I could answer, her mouth closed over mine and I got
lost in her kiss again. Warm, wet, firm
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mmmm,
but such a soft tongue. It swirled around mine, devouring me, forcing me closer
to “Yes”.
When she reached down between our bodies, slid her hand up
my inner thigh and swirled her fingertip around my clit, I was so far beyond
“Yes”, I couldn’t remember why “No” had even been in my vocabulary in the first
place.
“Okay, you win. Yes, I’ll come up…but just for a drink.”
Chapter Four
Leslee: Her Sexy Grand Prize
“Wow, nice place,” Melanie said as she wandered through my
loft apartment. She crossed the hardwood expanse of the floor, heels clicking
on oak, to the wall of windows that overlooked the parking lot and Louisville’s
skyline. She stood next to my Christmas tree. With the tree’s multicolored
lights and elegant ornaments surrounding her, she looked like an angel—or maybe
she-devil was a better description? Her hips swayed beneath the short dress. My
hands itched to hold those firm globes in my palms again.
And I damn well would before this night was up.
I crossed to the open gourmet kitchen, pulled down two
crystal stemware glasses from the hanging rack and uncorked a 1981 merlot
bottled by a local vineyard. “Glass of wine?” I asked even as I poured it.
“Mm-hmm, yes. Sounds good.” Melanie turned to face me and
leaned against the windowsill. She stood smack-dab beneath some mistletoe I’d
hung from the top of the window frame. Oh but I’d do way more to her than one
of those typical, chaste mistletoe kisses…
Her curvy body was outlined by the light of a full moon,
which currently hovered over her shoulder, peeping from behind a darkening
cloud. Apparently that forecasted snowstorm was on its way. Heavy snowflakes
fell in a dusting behind her, while the radiator below the window blew her hair
up in a gentle fan of silk. Holy mother, she was so hot. My mouth went dry and
I took a long draw of wine. The mistletoe swayed above her, luring me closer.
I’d already kicked off those stupid stilettoes, so I walked around the island
and padded toward her on bare feet. The wood was cool beneath my soles, but the
room was slowly warming since I’d also flipped on the gas fireplace as soon as
we’d entered my apartment.
Or maybe it was simply having her here that warmed the
space?
Her gaze dropped to the bulge beneath the tight dress I
still wore, and her eyes widened. There was no hiding it or my intent. I’d gone
over to the bedroom area and slipped on my strap-on almost as soon as we’d
arrived upstairs.
“Here ya go.” I pressed the glass into her hand. Our fingers
brushed, lingered. My cunt began a slow throb against the faux cock, and I knew
it would pick up its pace and not stop until I’d been sated by her. Until I fucked
her so thoroughly, she wouldn’t know what had happened.
“Thanks.” She took a sip and regarded me over the rim of the
glass. Her free hand reached up and she brushed my upper lip with her thumb.
“Now, I’m not calling you a clown, but your lipstick is smeared again. It looks
cute.”
I took another long drink, welcoming the rush of a buzz in
my system. She mimicked my move, but when she swallowed hard and lowered the
glass, I took it from her and set it on the windowsill with mine.
“Cute? I don’t want to look cute, I want to look
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naked.” I pulled my dress over my head and
stood nude before her. The wine warmed my belly and made any inhibitions or
hesitation I might have go
poof
.
She pulled in a swift intake of air and glanced over her
shoulder. “Aren’t you afraid of being seen?”
“No. Are you?” I nudged her knees apart with mine and wedged
my way in between her legs. Since she still had the heels on, she towered a
couple inches above me, but that was good because things got real interesting.
I eyed her deep cleavage and the twin peaks that pressed against the slick
fabric. Real good and real interesting, given it put her breasts closer to my
eyes and mouth.
She fanned her face. “I guess not. Whew. It’s gettin’ kind
of hot in here.”
I grinned and caged her in by pressing my hips and the
strap-on into one of her upper thighs and placing my hands on the sill at her
sides. The move made the toy brush my clit. I couldn’t wait to get it inside
her and turn on the switch, make her scream and beg for more.
“Want me to open a window?” I kissed her jaw, bit down
gently on her earlobe.
She tipped her head to the side to allow me better access.
Good
girl.
“I
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no, that’s okay. Mmmm,
that feels so good.”
“I can make it feel way better.” I kissed and licked my way
down to the swell of her breast. I freed one tit. She gasped and her head fell
back against the windowpane. I filled my hand with the supple roundness and
lifted its weight to meet my mouth. Her cry of ecstasy echoed through the high
space of the room when I speared her nipple with my tongue.
“Yes, way better, I want way better,” she agreed and let out
a long sigh. She tangled her fingers in my hair and held my mouth to her
breast. I’d already taken the damn wig off, so she had free reign of my hair.
Her fingers massaged my scalp and wound around and around in the strands until
she had a hold so tight on me, it almost hurt. But I didn’t care. My cunt
thrummed with need for her. I couldn’t wait to get her in my big king-sized bed
and tie her to the wrought-iron headboard, ravish her until she begged for me
to stop one minute, and continue the next.
I reached down and caressed the strap-on, stroking it as I
switched to the other breast. Damn, they were nice ones, just the right size,
not too large, not too small. But I wanted more. I reached down with both
hands, gripped the short hem of her dress and dragged it up and over her chest.
Our gazes locked.
“Wanna get naked with me?” I asked, and swiveled my hips so
that the cock rubbed her clit.
She whimpered. Her knees buckled and I caught her to me. She
didn’t really need to answer the question. The dark pools of her eyes were
begging me to just fuck her in whatever way I wanted it, whether it was with
the dress on or off.
But I waited until she bit her lip and nodded. “Yes, take it
off.”
I lifted the dress over her head and tossed it aside. It
made a
whoosh
sound as it slid across the gleaming wood floor. I stood
back and took her beauty in. She was utter perfection, her breasts full, her
waist thin, her hips flared. The only thing in the way was the G-string. I
hooked my finger in it and dropped to my knees as I slid it down her legs. She
kicked it aside and gazed down the length of her flat belly at me.
“What are you going to do now?” she asked with a smile that
blinded me. Yet again she reminded me of an angel. The snow fell behind her,
the lights on my Christmas tree cast various colors on her smooth skin and the
muted light of the moon shrouded her in clouds and haloed around her. The
firelight touched her face in an orange dance of light and shadows. She simply
stopped my heart and left me breathless.
I chuckled, remembering how she’d seemed to know her way
around on stage. “What am I going to do? Are you teasing me?”
Her smile faded. “No. I’m serious. I’ve never done this
before.”
“I know that, but you could have fooled me.” I studied her
shaven pussy and the way her clit was just starting to emerge from her labia
and glisten. “You had me so wet on stage, I thought I was going to come right
there in front of everyone.”
“Really?”
I gulped, staring up at this perfect woman and wondering how
she couldn’t know how sexy she was, or how much she’d nearly made me lose all
control right there in front of all of my friends, customers and even Charles.
“Really. I’m used to taking the lead. It usually turns me on more. But there’s
something about you
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I don’t know. You
made me want to surrender and just be…conquered. And
that’s
unusual.”
She stared down at me, her breasts rising and falling with
her rapid breathing. Her nipples were like pebbles. She absently reached up and
cupped and kneaded both tits as she pondered my words. It was an erotic picture
I’d hold in my mind forever.
“It was hot doing that to you, so much that I even forgot
about Kaydee and Savanah. I liked it, the ‘conquering’, which is surprising. I
never thought
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Anyway, I want to do
that to you again, but this time at least, can we um, proceed as planned?” Her
gaze settled on the strap-on where it jutted out between my legs as I kneeled
on the floor. My pussy moistened and the weight of the toy pressed harder
against my clit. It was as if her gaze had hands that stroked and rubbed me,
and it almost seemed as if the fake penis was a part of me.
I closed my hand around the toy and rubbed it up and down,
watching her watch me. She licked her lips. I licked mine. “You want me to fuck
you, Melanie? Is that what you mean?”
“Yes,” she whispered, sliding one hand down her abdomen and
circling her clit with her fingertip while her other hand remained on one
breast, massaging the swell of flesh, tweaking the nipple. “I want you to fuck
me, Leslee. Fuck me really hard, make me come over and over. I-I need it. It’s
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it’s been a long time for me.”
Wow, what a statement. The weight of the challenge and a
wave of heat washed through my groin. I tried to prevent my eyes from crossing,
but they did anyway. “Turn around,” I ordered.
She blinked and glanced over her shoulder again. “But
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”
“It’s okay.” I twirled my finger in the air to prompt her to
obey. “The windows are one way. Didn’t you notice when you pulled in that
they’re mirrored on the outside? You can only see in when all the lights are on
and it’s dark outside. And except for the tree, they’re not on.”
“But the tree lights…” Melanie nodded and took a deep
breath. She seemed not to want to admit that the Christmas lights could
possibly help voyeurs see her. To be truthful, I’d never noticed or thought
about it because I’d never had a woman here in this position before. So the
decision was purely hers.
She finally spun on her heels and turned her back to me,
apparently liking the ambiguity of the situation. Hell, maybe she had a voyeur
fantasy or liked not knowing one way or the other? If so, wow, chalk another
one up for me hitting the jackpot tonight.
Her hands were on the windowsill, her pussy perched above
the blowing heater. Damn, what an ass. So hot, so round and firm and biteable.
I remained kneeled behind her and gripped her hips. I leaned closer, inhaled
the scent of her perfume mixed with the aroma of her pussy juices as they carried
on the warm air. I nipped her ass over and over with my teeth and tasted the
clean and salty flavor of the meat of her tight buttocks.
She groaned and pushed her butt closer to me. Her head was
turned, alternating glancing down at me and guarding the window, no doubt still
afraid she could be seen yet turned-on by the naughtiness at the same time. She
bit her lip. A gasp escaped her throat when she leaned farther and her breasts
pressed into the frosty windowpanes. Her hands went up and splayed over the
glass when I reached around and found her clit, stimulating the hard nub with
butterfly strokes.
“Oooh
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Ah, Leslee,
that feels
so
good. Don’t stop, please don’t—”
She cut her own words off with a growl when I speared her
pussy with my tongue. The sweet flavor of her cream burst in my mouth. My nose
was buried between the cheeks of her ass, right near her anus. I inhaled her
fresh fragrance, detecting soap and that same perfume again. It turned me on to
know that she’d sprayed her asshole with that expensive fragrance. I tried to
imagine what other private things she did to herself grooming-wise to up the
femme notch.
I bit and licked my way up her rump and her back until I
stood behind her. I dragged my fingertips down her shoulders and spine, then
lightly wacked her on the ass. “Spread your legs wider so I can reach you and
fuck your pussy with my cock.”
Melanie whimpered. Her breath came in short spurts, fogging
the glass. She obeyed, spreading her high heels apart and bending so she could
prop her elbows on the windowsill. “I-I’ve never had anyone talk to me that way
during sex, or spank me. I-I didn’t think it would turn me on. B-but it does.
Very much.”
The position left her cunt wide open for my viewing
pleasure. My mouth watered. I hungered to taste her again, but the glistening
labia and oozing pussy begged to be fucked. I wrapped my arms around her,
rubbed my tingling nipples over the smooth skin of her back and pressed the
strap-on between the cheeks of her ass.
“
You
turn
me
on. You always have, from the
moment you sashayed into my office in that tight business suit and gave me a
peek of your panties during the interview.”
“I did not sashay
or
give you a peek.” Her eyes met
mine over her shoulder. She was smiling, but the smile faded when I filled one
hand with her breast and slid the other up to cup her jaw.
I held my mouth a fraction of an inch from hers and
whispered, “Yes, you’ve been teasing me from the first moment we met.”
Our lips merged. Hers were already open on a sigh so I
nibbled at both lips until our mouths sealed together. Then I slid my tongue
past her teeth at the same moment I aligned the strap-on with her pussy and
entered her.
Her scream of ecstasy was muffled by the kiss, which became
fevered and frantic. She drank of me hungrily while I explored her breast with
my hand and fucked her from behind with the toy cock. Each slow, deep thrust
rubbed my clit to hardness and made my pussy wetter. It was rare for me to come
like this without turning on the vibrating mechanism, but I could feel the hot
tension building in my loins like never before. All it would take was a few
more strokes and the sound of her release, and I’d be a goner.
But I didn’t want to risk her not reaching orgasm, so I slid
my hand down her belly and located her clitoris. I rubbed the slick bud in a
circular motion with my fingertip and broke the kiss. She groaned and panted,
her breath fogging up the window again. I had her pinned to glass, the wooden
sill and the furnace vent all at once. We were both sweating from all the heat
in the room, and from the sexual fire that burned between us.