I met Serena in an adult chat room. She was friendly and warm, as well as gorgeous, and we hit it off quickly. By chance we lived only an hour apart, and once I mentioned being a lesbian her attention focused like a laser, wanting to know everything about me. By the end of that first conversation she had my phone number and I had a lunch date for Friday.
We met at Whispering Woods—a pub Serena suggested in her town—and, as usual, I was early. It was raining pretty good and I had not dressed for it, so I went inside to wait and get a table. When Serena entered, I recognized her right away. Smooth skin, the color of coffee with cream; jet black hair in a long braid that hung down over her shoulder; full, blood red lips that rested with just a slight frown; large, dark eyes that eased the hardness of her other features.
I almost choked on my tongue as she started walking towards our table. Serena was built like an Amazon. Strong, muscular legs swept back and forth under a knee-length skirt; wide hips tapered into an athletic waist; full, heavy breasts sat high on her chest, behind a close-fitting tshirt; toned arms were holding a small, blue wallet and a long rain coat. Even from sitting I could tell she was taller than me and, as I stood to return the hug she offered, I realized it was by at least six inches.
As we ate, Serena was talkative but charming. A strong contrast to my short answers and awkward glances. My brain was trying to process this. There was this woman, this goddess, and she had asked me on a date. Eventually, she caught me staring.
“Enjoying the view?” She teased.
“I–ummm. Sorry.” I stared hard at my plate of half-eaten food, blushing like mad.
Serena laughed and stroked my hand. “I have been too.”
I managed to look at her, though my face was growing even redder. “Thanks,”
“I’ve got to get back to work soon,” Serena said. “Join me in the restroom first?”
The look in her eyes was easy to read. My own eyes went wide, but I somehow managed to nod. Serena stood and offered her hand, I took it and followed her across the small bar.
Stepping into the restroom, I did a self check in the mirror. My light brown hair hung about my shoulder in soft waves. The strapless green summer-dress hugged what little figure I had; small, firm tits; narrow hips with a generally scrawny build; and, though my makeup skills were advanced, there was nothing particularly special about my face. I shrugged to myself. The lady obviously saw something she liked.
I heard the lock click and the instant I turned around she was on me, pushing me until I hit the wall with a soft grunt. Serena had her hands around my waist, arching my back, as she locked her warm mouth onto mine. She tasted like lemongrass, she smelled like cinnamon, and I was drunk on her immediately. My legs left me when her tongue slipped past my lips. I would have sunken to the floor, but Serena held me in place until stability returned.
Her neck was bent just to reach my mouth, and even then it was small, fleeting kisses. My hands circled around her back, reaching up to her shoulders and trying to pull her down into a better angle. In response, Serena tightened her grip on my waist and lifted me up the wall until my head was above hers. I wrapped a leg behind her ass as my tongue invaded her throat.
Breaking away from my lips, Serena began kissing across my collarbone. The occasional bite making me squirm in her hands. I was already panting when she bit down on my throat and I had to stifle a cry. Her hands slid up my body as she slowly lowered me back down, her teeth never losing pressure. As soon as my feet hit the floor she pulled the front of my dress down, then leaned back; growling softly as she eye-fucked me and licked her lips. The look on her face looming over me made me shiver.
“Hurt me.” I said. The words came suddenly and sounded far away. In a voice I didn’t recognize, but their affect on Serena was visible.
“Oh?” She said, a single eyebrow raising.
“Yes!” The voice spoke again. “Please. Please hurt me.”
Serena’s slight smirk was my only sign of acceptance before her hand moved to my nipple. She twisted hard and pulled with enough force to pull me from the wall. Immediately her other hand shoved me back, pinning me by the shoulder as she tortured my tits. Her fingers released my nipple only to squeeze my breast in her strong grasp until I whimpered. The joy on her face turn to hunger, then to something darker.
The hand on my shoulder moved to my throat and applied gentle pressure. The hand on my tit moved down to the edge of my sundress, no more than halfway down my thigh. As her fingers began to glide upwards, Serena smiled.
“You’re dripping.” She said.
How right she was. Not wearing panties had been part of my hopeful expectation and that decision had now left me with a small stream that flowed past my knees. Her fingers trailed through my wetness before she brought them up to my face.
“Well?” Serena said, brushing her glistening fingers over my lips and squeezing my throat.
My tongue shot out, licking hungrily.
“Look at me.” Serena commanded. My eyes shot to hers and locked on as I sucked her fingers clean of my juices.
“Good girl.” She cooed. Squeezing even harder, she completely cutoff my oxygen, then leaned in to kiss me again. Her tongue flew across my lips and through my mouth too fast to keep up. My lungs were on fire but the flames reached other parts of me as well. My nipples burned and my clit was begging for attention with throbbing screams. I was writhing from the ecstasy and the lack of air. The edges of my vision were fading before she loosened her grasp and pulled her mouth away.
“You taste like candy.” Serena said, licking her lips again.
I was still sucking hard at the air when the fingers I had just licked clean slid up between my dripping pussy lips. She stopped at my clit and began making slow circles with a single finger. I whimpered again, my hands wrapping around Serena’s arm. Her fingers kept a steady pace but it was slow, teasingly slow. I rocked my pelvis toward her, but she moved with my motions granting no satisfaction. My pussy was clenching at nothing as my mind was being dissolved into a frenzy of lust. I growled and fought against her hold on me, not that it was effective.
“No you don’t, little whore.” Serena said, slowing her fingers even more. “Maybe you just shouldn’t cum at all.” Her fingers left my clit entirely.
“No, you can’t.” I pleaded. “No–no–no– Ahhhh—“
Her fingers returned, driving with three digits into my hungry cunt. I cried out.
“Quiet.” Serena hissed, squeezing my throat and making my next moan a choked-off gurgle. Her hand moved to my clit again with fury behind it.
My hips bucked against her hand, my eyes rolled back, and I moaned loudly again until her hand squeezed. “Shhhhhhhhut up.” Serena whispered into my ear, her swirling fingers never missing their rhythm. I suppressed a groan.
My hips started to shake and my muscles spasmed. I bit my lip, fighting the scream as the orgasm rolled over me. Serena squeezed again anyway, just in case. The pressure was redirected from my lungs to my pussy and a hot gush of fluid ran down my legs, soaking my socks and spattering on the tile floor. Were it not for Serena’s support, I’d have collapsed on the spot. My legs were useless as I dangled in her grasp.
For a better grip, or intentional torment, she moved her hand to slip two fingers back into my cunt. Torment, it was. Serena began massaging my gspot while her thumb continued the assault on my clit. The shaking hadn’t stopped when I felt the second orgasm come ripping through me. I had the chance to do squeezing of my own as my pussy clamped onto her fingers. The scream was caught in my throat again and another flood of cum splashed across my skin.
“Gooood girl!” Serena cheered. Her hand left my swollen pussy as the other moved from my throat to my tits again. She pinched my nipple and twisted, then brought her other hand up. I expected to lick my cum from her fingers again, but instead she slapped me hard. My face was tingling but I could feel the warm wetness on my cheek. With a satisfied smile, she released my nipple and grabbed a fistful of my hair. Pulling my head back, Serena licked my cheek slowly.
“My turn.” She said, and started forcing me downward until I was kneeling in my own puddle.
I lifted the hem of her skirt with shaking hands. My mouth immediately began to water when I saw the sheen across her neatly shaven lips. A small triangle of dark hair came to a point just above her labia and, though a few shades darker than her skin tone, I could see a hint of pink just beyond. I barely had time to lick my lips before Serena’s hand in my hair shoved my face into her crotch. My tongue slid back to her beckoning entrance first, and as soon as I parted her velvety, soft lips, a hot trickle of cum escaped down my chin. I moaned into her from the feeling when the heat touched my nipples.
I gripped her by the thighs and set to licking without hesitation. Fast, light flicks across her clit. I ran one hand up Serena’s leg until I could feel the lips of her pussy. I teased her briefly, before sliding two fingers deep into her tight cunt. She sighed happily as I started pumping with my hand while swirling with my tongue. Serena raised a leg, placing the back of her knee on my shoulder. Using her leg, she pulled me even closer until I could hardly breathe through my nose as it was squashed against her mons. I chose eating her out over breathing and dove in fervently.
Serena was using her hold on my hair to grind my face into her pussy as her free hand and knee braced her against the wall. Her breathing was hard and I could see her eyes glossing over. I sped up the pace of my thrusting fingers and doubled the speed of my tongue. She moaned softly, fucking my face, then her fingers tightened and I could feel her muscles tensing across my back. With all the bone-crushing strength she possessed, Serena crushed me against her body as her thighs trembled. Her cum rushed down my throat and over my lips to run down my chest.
I kept licking, sucking, and fingering until she pulled me off of her. Serena looked down at me and promptly covered her mouth; a giggle on her lips and shock in her beautiful dark eyes.
“What is it?” I asked, wiping my mouth uselessly on the back of my arm. She waved a slender finger up and down over me then pulled me up, turning me to the mirror.
There was an obvious handprint on my left cheek as well as several small welts across my chest. The mascara was running from my eyes and smeared lipgloss had stained the skin around my lips. A section of hair hung wetly from my head, a few inches above a massive dark streak down the front of my pale green dress.
“You’ve got to leave the bar looking like… that.” Serena nearly doubled over, cackling.
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