The Limousine (12 page)

“Oh yeah,” groaned Kristi. “That’s so good...”
Brenda dissolved into a writhing mass of flesh with Kristi as the two women ate each others’ cunts. Both of them were mounting rapidly toward orgasm, and Brenda knew the sound of Kristi’s pleasure well enough to tell when she was doing exactly the right things to her pussy and clit. She teased Kristi expertly, as if she’d been doing this all her life, bringing her closer without bringing her off. And Kristi responded in kind. When Brenda felt her body cresting the wave of climax, she licked rapidly on Kristi’s clit and felt her roommate’s body tensing at exactly the moment that Brenda’s own orgasm peaked. Kristi’s moans were louder than ever, and Brenda thought she would die from the intensity of the pleasure. Gradually, Kristi’s grinding hips slowed and the two women came to a halt against each other. Brenda sighed as Kristi squirmed her way around again, snuggling up against Brenda so she could kiss her deeply.
“Have you been with many women?” asked Brenda after a while.
“Some,” said Kristi. “Mostly while I was dancing. I mean, I did shows on stage, but I would sometimes bring a girl home, too. My last roommate and I were lovers, but she didn’t like listening to me fuck guys, so she moved out. I normally prefer men, but I’ve been turned on by you ever since you first moved in. I didn’t think we’d end up in bed together like this, though. But you’re incredible. I’m glad we did. Are you?”
“Oh yes,” said Brenda, kissing Kristi.
“Have
you
been with many women?”
Brenda shook her head. “Never before,” she said.
“Ooooooh, a virgin. That’s sexy.”
“Thanks,” said Brenda, laughing.
Kristi stroked Brenda’s hair softly. “I think it’s time for a little afternoon nap,” said Kristi. “A nice, long, slow one. Your place or mine?”
“Yours,” said Brenda, wanting to be fucked on the bed where her roommate had gotten it so many times, keeping Brenda awake with her moans of ecstasy. As if the bed itself was some kind of magic place, where sex was always loud and divine and where Brenda would come again and again at the hands and the mouth of her roommate.
Kristi rose from the couch, took Brenda’s hand, and led her into the bedroom. This time she left the door open.
When Kristi went out that night, she wore her favorite score for the day—a very tight black corset with cut-out breasts and a matching garter belt with fishnet stockings. That was all she wore, except for her coat.
“That’s how you’re going out?” said Brenda, scandalized but still looking hungrily at her roommate as she stood there with the coat open, revealing her exotic outfit. “That’s all you’re wearing? Not even any underwear?”
Brenda and Kristi had spent the long afternoon and evening in bed, making fervent love between short naps wrapped in each other’s naked bodies. They had explored all the delights of their sex together, finding out some of each others’ secrets. After a shared shower, Brenda had given Kristi’s feet a long, sensuous tongue-bath, something she’d always loved to do, though very few guys seemed to like it. She had discovered that Kristi had exquisitely sensuous feet and that they were extremely sensitive. Kristi had almost come while Brenda was gently licking the sole of her right foot just in front of the heel. But it had taken Brenda’s tongue working other places to finally bring Kristi off with a shuddering moan.
The two women had tried on some more of their outfits, but couldn’t seem to keep them on for very long.
Now, Brenda was stretched out on the couch in her own favorite outfit, the teddy with the snap crotch. The corset was so tight that Brenda had had to help Kristi get into it, and the excitement of lacing her roommate into such a constricting garment had turned her on incredibly. But she couldn’t believe Kristi would go out like that—nothing between her and the world except an overcoat.
“That’s how he wants me,” said Kristi mischievously. “His instructions were very explicit. Don’t worry, I’ll button the coat up all the way.”
“Well don’t do it yet,” said Brenda, the lust in her eyes unmistakable.
Kristi smiled and came toward the couch. Brenda sighed as Kristi pulled the coat off halfway, slinking it down over her shoulders and revealing more of her body. Kristi leaned over her roommate as Brenda put her arms around Kristi. Brenda’s hands came to rest on Kristi’s bare ass and she caressed the luscious curves with her fingertips. She slipped her mouth over Kristi’s nipple and began to suck it gently, feeling it stiffen in her mouth. Brenda spread her legs and pressed her thighs around Kristi’s knees, feeling her wet pussy press against her roommate’s flesh. “Lovely,” said Brenda as she put one finger between Kristi’s slightly spread thighs and felt that her roommate was already quite wet. She parted Kristi’s shaved pussy-lips with her fingers and touched Kristi’s pierced clit with her fingertip.
“Ohhhhh God,” sighed Kristi, rocking her hips slightly as Brenda played with her moist, shaved pussy. “I almost want to stay here and go back to bed with you...”
“He’d never stand for it,” said Brenda, licking her way down over the tight lace corset, letting her tongue linger where the corset ended and Kristi’s skin began. Kristi lifted one foot and put it on the arm of the sofa, as Brenda bent low and pressed her face between Kristi’s thighs.
“Oh God,” she said desperately. Then, half-heartedly, she said: “Brenda, don’t.”
Brenda ignored her roommate and eased her tongue between Kristi’s parted cunt-lips. Brenda began to lick, tasting the sharp juice of her roommate’s arousal. Kristi muttered an unconvincing plea for Brenda to stop, but Brenda licked deeper, toying with Kristi’s clit-ring and teasing her clit to full erection and reaching down to unsnap the crotch of her teddy.
“Oh God, Brenda ... I’m going to be late.”
“No you aren’t,” said Brenda, between long slurps on Kristi’s cunt. “I don’t intend to get you off. Just work you up for the Master. You’ll be so ready for him you won’t be able to stand it. He’ll like that, won’t he?”
Brenda was becoming quite the slut Kristi had suspected she would. But this was deliciously cruel.
“You’re so mean,” she panted as Brenda began to eat her. Brenda’s hand was in her own pussy, sliding one finger in to her cunt as she rubbed her clit with her other hand.
“Mmmmmmm,” she said. “I’m going to come as soon as you leave.”
“Don’t
say
that,” said Kristi, her face hot with arousal. “You’re torturing me. I have to get all the way over to the Kennedy.”
“That’s right,” said Brenda softly, breathing warmly over Kristi’s wet pussy. “And the whole way, you’re going to be dripping wet down your thighs.
Now
how do you feel about not wearing underwear, you dripping-wet little slut?” Her tongue pressed between Kristi’s lips again, teasing her.
“Oh,” gasped Kristi. “Oh God...” Brenda took her mouth away from her roommate’s pussy and leaned back on the couch, spreading her legs, touching herself.
“You’re going to drip on that expensive carpet,” said Brenda playfully. “How do you like that?”
Kristi climbed on to the couch, straddling Brenda. She bent down to kiss her roommate’s succulent mouth, but Brenda laughed.
“Don’t smudge your lipstick,” she told Kristi teasingly.
Kristi was panting, almost unable to control herself. She let the coat fall back onto the floor, and pressed Brenda’s face between her breasts.
“I want you to get off
now,
” she said desperately. “Before I go.”
Brenda had wanted to wait, but the excitement of her roommate’s body, so close to the time when she would give herself to the Master again, drove her over the edge. She began rubbing herself fervently, sucking on Kristi’s breasts as she got closer to orgasm. Then she came, whimpering and moaning and fucking her hips against the couch as her climax flooded through her. She slumped back into the softness of the couch, her face and breasts flushed with pleasure and heat.
“Oh yes,” sighed Kristi. “Now who’s the slut?” She climbed off of Brenda and retrieved her coat. She put it on and buttoned it all the way, very slowly as Brenda watched and continued to touch her pussy.
“I’ve got something for you,” said Brenda.
“I know you do,” said Kristi. “But I’ve got an appointment to keep.”
Brenda laughed. “Not like that.” She got up and went into her bedroom, returning with a videotape. “It’s for you to give to him.”
“You’re not even going to let me watch it first?”
Brenda smiled mischievously, shaking her head. “Uh-uh. Sorry, it’s private.” She felt deliciously evil. She stretched out on the couch again and began to touch her pussy as eagerly as before, while Kristi, incensed, slipped the videotape into her pocket.
“That’s mean,” Kristi said.
“I know. I’m still going to come as soon as you leave,” said Brenda breathlessly.
“That’s mean too,” said Kristi as she turned and walked toward the door. “But I would hate for you to go without when you look so luscious. Just make sure you don’t wake the neighbors.”
***
From the second Kristi was gone, Brenda was unable to stop herself from thrusting her hands between her legs and frigging herself mercilessly, first on the couch and then on the floor. What turned her on so much was the knowledge that she had given the videotape to Kristi for her to give to the Master. Brenda had made the videotape while promising herself that she would never show it to another person—least of all the Master. But making the tape had gotten her so hot that she wanted to share her arousal with him. And, more importantly, making love with Kristi like that had broken down Brenda’s defenses—she felt like she could share even this intensely private tape with everyone! Brenda fantasized about throwing a big party, filling their apartment with men and women, and showing them all the videotape. Brenda came three times before she felt satisfied, and even then it wasn’t long before she found herself tiptoeing in to Kristi’s room to raid her porn collection. Brenda didn’t even get the tape in to Kristi’s VCR before she was sprawled on Kristi’s bed, smelling the delicious fragrance of her roommate, masturbating furiously as her mind’s eye filled with an image of the faceless Master penetrating Kristi anally while the two of them watched the videotape of Brenda fucking herself. Brenda decided that she would sleep in Kristi’s bed tonight, hoping that the Master finished up with her early and sent her home with the energy for a little late-night lovemaking.
***
Down on the street, Kristi felt incredibly revealed knowing that she was so close to nude under the expensive coat. She felt as if every man walking down the street knew what she was wearing under there. Her excitement mounted as she saw the limousine rounding the corner. Good—she wasn’t late. The Master was very displeased when she was late. Not that she minded displeasing him too much—it was one of the things that made him that much crueler, which she was particularly in the mood for tonight. In fact, she hoped that he would do something truly devilish to her. She felt sure that he would.
Sometimes the Master was gentle, tying Kristi up and making love to her insistently while she thrashed and moaned, pulling against her bonds. Sometimes he was perverse, making her crawl on all fours or tormenting her for hours with her own desires. Other times, he was rough, spanking her for many long hours and making her beg for it before he finally penetrated her cunt or ass.
Tonight, she hoped he would be rough
and
perverse. He always had something to surprise her.
Kristi relaxed in the limousine, unbuttoning her coat and luxuriating in her near-nudity. She reached down and touched herself, feeling how wet Brenda had made her. That little bitch had enjoyed torturing her. Kristi had half a mind to masturbate right here—and she could have come almost immediately, she was so turned on. But she wanted all her desire to be saved for the Master, who would put it to good use. Kristi relaxed, stroking her wet pussy up and down, feeling the smoothness of her shaved skin, knowing that she was ready for him.
The Kennedy was the most exclusive hotel in town—stunning opulence and decadence. When she arrived, she was greeted by a valet who asked if she had any bags and looked with unmistakable lust at her. Kristi felt her nipples stiffening against the inside of her faux-fur coat. She felt acutely naked and more than a little embarrassed, despite herself. She went to the front desk.
“I’m here to meet a Mr. Meister,” she said, having a little trouble keeping her composure.
“Ah yes,” said the clerk, a vague look of disapproval on his face. “He’s in the presidential suite, the penthouse. He asked us to show you up. I’ll have a bellman assist you.”
The bellman led Kristi up to the penthouse and let her in to the room. Kristi had seen plenty of opulence in the six months since she’d been with the Master, but the sight of the suites stunned her. The bellman looked Kristi over as if he, too, knew what was under the coat.
“Can I help you with your coat?” he said—a little lasciviously, or was it just Kristi’s imagination?
“No, thanks,” said Kristi, handing him a twenty.
“Very well, ma’am. Thank you very much.” The bellman disappeared, closing the door.
The first thing Kristi did was to take off her coat and hang it in the closet. She realized that she still had the videotape, so she took it out and tucked it under her arm as she stretched in the soft light of the suite, enjoying the feel of her tight corset that left her breasts revealed. She was acutely aware that the drapes were open, but she felt sure that the windows were mirrored from the outside. Kristi slowly walked around the suite, amazed at the beauty of it all. The main suite was split-level. There was a fire going in the fireplace and a huge window along one whole side of the suite, with a balcony outside. The view of the city was amazing. A full bar had champagne and white wine on ice, three different kinds of brandy, and fresh fruit. There was a wide-screen TV with a VCR. Kristi was shocked at the fact that there was a grand piano in the suite, off to one side near the entryway. A separate area of the suite had an enormous, sturdy table big enough for formal dining. But strangely, there were no chairs around the table. Kristi put the videotape of Brenda on the dining table, suppressing the urge to pop it into the VCR. In the bathroom there was a sunken tub big enough for ten people, a huge shower with two shower heads, and a bidet. One full wall of the bathroom was a window, showing another incredible view of the city, with potted ferns framing it. The fixtures in the bathroom were gold, and the bed—much to Kristi’s delight—was a four-poster with a canopy, and much bigger than a king. There was an enormous arrangement of fresh flowers with a card.