“Hommm my doinngm?”
“What’s that?” Faith asked.
“I said,” said Sarah, lifting her mouth from Faith’s mound and looking up at her from between her lightly tanned thighs, “How am I doing?” Sarah slide a hand between Faith’s legs to rub her clit while her mouth took a break. “I’ve never eaten pussy before.”
“You’re doing great. Don’t stop!”
Faith let her head fall back onto the pillow as Sarah buried herself in the young woman’s pussy again.
Faith was 20. She had been studying for a business degree at an exclusive East Coast college until the pandemic forced her back home with her parents. She was an attractive brunette with shoulder-length hair, a pair of perky C cups that Sarah had spent some time massaging earlier in the afternoon, and was well proportioned even though she’d never quite managed to lose the freshman 15 after she’d put it on. She was also, unbeknownst to her parents, a lesbian.
This was, as always, Pete’s doing. It had started innocently enough. Pete wasn’t even trying to pimp Sarah out to women. He was just trying to get into Faith’s pants himself. He’d arranged to “accidentally” bump into Faith occasionally over the last two weeks as the young woman went out for her daily jog. When he learned she swings the other way….well, Pete saw the business opportunity. Some negotiations, a “student discount”, and a little coaxing later and here Sarah found herself, in bed with another woman for the first time.
Sarah ran her hands along the smooth skin on the inside of Faith’s thighs as she traced the alphabet on her clit with her tongue. She’d been down here for, what, 10 or 15 minutes? She still felt so awkward and she wished, for the thousandth time this afternoon, that she’d actually asked one of her exes what they did down there. She’d been with a couple of guys who had felt AMAZING and she wished she knew what they’d been doing.
Feeling daring and, frankly, a little bored, Sarah slipped her tongue inside of Faith. Faith moaned a little and placed a hand on the back of Sarah’s head, holding her in place to grind her mound against Sarah’s face.
Getting into it now, Sarah slid both of her hands under Faith’s tight butt and lifted, trying to pull Faith even more tightly against her lips. Licking, sucking, tonguing, and nibbling with gusto now, Sarah reveled in the satisfaction of doing a job well as her client squirmed and writhed on the bed under her.
Faith’s hands left Sarah’s head and started to tug at her shoulders. Sarah was concerned she’d done something wrong until she realized Faith was pulling her up, wanting to make out some more as they had done to start their session.
Sarah felt more comfortable now as her lips found Faith’s. Kissing another woman was different, sure, but not that different. To be honest with herself, Sarah found she liked kissing Faith quite a bit. She certainly tasted better than most men Sarah had kissed. Even now, with Faith’s juices mingling on both their lips, Sarah thought the sensation wasn’t half bad.
Faith bucked her hips, grinding her pussy against Sarah’s stomach. Sarah slipped a finger inside Faith tenatively. Thinking better of it, she quickly followed that up with a second finger as she began to rub inside and make a “come hither” motion. Sarah was rewarded with a more furious bucking of hips.
For a few minutes both women were mostly silent. The room filled only with the sounds of the lips locked together, the rustling of sheets and the wet, slippery sounds of fingers sliding in and out of a young, tight, moist pussy.
Sarah quickly found a rhythm, fingering Faith in time with the woman’s gyrations. In sync now, the two women both moved faster….faster…faster. Sarah’s hand ached. She was used to fingering herself, but the angles were so different that her muscles were tiring so fast.
Faith began to bite at Sarah’s lips as something began to feel different about the young woman’s movements. They became more urgent, more primal, more unrestrained. *Oh thank god,* Sarah thought, her whole right hand crying out now for a rest, *finally!*
Faith cried out, “Fuck! Don’t stop!” as her pussy tensed and pulsed, gripping at Sarah’s fingers. Faith bucked her hips wildly up and down now and it was all Sarah could to do hold on. Even her forearms felt exhausted as the woman beneath her stopped moaning, suddenly so tense and unable to even speak. She came suddenly, warmth and moisture spilling out onto the bed and soaking the sheets if they hadn’t already been sopping wet from the afternoon the two woman had spent together.
Faith placed her hand on Sarah’s. “Thank you,” she whispered, “fuck. Thank you. Best money I’ve ever spent.”
Spent herself, Sarah collapsed. Warm, sweaty, sticky, happy. Another day, another dollar. Well, a lot of dollars, actually. She thought she could get used to this.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/g2m0dd/sarahs_pussy_pays_the_bills_part_3_a_first_time