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mild steady pressure of the clamps on my nipples also factored in. If
I didn t come soon I would combust. Much as I wanted her to deliver
my first orgasm, I also wanted to see her turned on and losing control. I
wanted to tease her the way she was teasing me.
With one hand I fanned myself apart, and with the other I dipped
a couple of fingers deep inside and slowly withdrew, pulling a web of
fluids with me. I met her gaze and said, Look how wet you ve made
me. Taking my time, I licked my fingers clean before moving them to
my clit.
Eyes closed, I followed the familiar route to release I d taken again
and again fantasizing about women I knew and didn t know, about
faceless strangers and lovers long lost and yet to be. I could remember
none of them now. All I saw, in my mind s eye, was Luke, standing at
the end of the bed, arousing herself as she watched me. My fingers did
their work, circling and caressing the stiff knot of my clit, stretching
and flicking and tugging until I was lost in pleasure. My back arched
of its own accord and I lowered my feet, digging my heels into the
bed, pushing against my hand. Tension built, my womb cramped, my
breathing grew rapid and shallow.
I knew the noises I could hear were my own incoherent cries,
and the wet kiss of my fingers appeasing that uncontrollable itch. But
something else tickled my senses and I became aware of the hushed
language of leather flexing over skin. Then she was there, right next
to me, her weight changing the way the mattress supported my feet,
making me roll slightly onto one side.
I forced my eyes open and brought her face into focus, just inches
from mine. Her gaze locked with mine and she ran her finger gently
along the slender chain that connected my nipples and gave a small tug.
A flurry of pleasure careened along my nerves and converged at my
center. I gasped, Oh, God.
Come on, baby. Let it go. Her mouth parted mine and she
murmured hot, sweet words as I gulped for air and strained for release,
writhing and whimpering and thrusting my hips faster.
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My blood thundered in my ears and a thin keening cry rose from
my throat. I could only sob as I gave in to one powerful contraction
after another. Luke lifted me into her arms and held me as the twitching
abated and my panting slowed. All the while she stroked me and tended
to me, smoothing my hair, wiping my face, telling me how perfect I was.
Eventually, when my breathing slowed, she eased away and passed me
a bottle of water from the night table.
I drank slowly so I didn t choke, then handed the bottle back to
her and flopped against the pillows, unable to stop smiling. Staring up
at the stars, I demanded, Now, will you fuck me?
Her eyes glinted. Yes, baby. But first& She touched the nipple
clamp nearest her. I think these have done their job and since you re a
clamp virgin, I don t want you wearing them for too long.
Warning me that I would feel some pain, she gradually lowered
the slide on each. I flinched as the circulation rushed to my nipples.
Tenderly she took them one at a time in her mouth, warming and
soothing. I wallowed in the sight, overwhelmed with a flood of emotion.
A second wave of yearning encompassed me and I ran my hand over
her strong shoulders and down her back, loving the shift and squeeze
of her muscles.
She lifted her head and straightened, kneeling but resting back on
her heels. I made my way upright and knelt to face her. Beneath the
thin white cotton of her T-shirt, her nipples rose to greet me. I lifted my
hands to them, allowing them to push against my palms. She caught
her breath and changed position, rising off her heels to draw me close.
Our bodies aligned, hers pressing to mine, and I felt for the first time a
distinctive bulge at her crotch. I looked down and ran my hand lightly
over the outline of a cock sheathed beneath the leather. Belatedly shy,
I backed up.
I didn t have a lot of experience playing with toys. Some partners
had wanted me to strap it on and I did, but I always felt inept and on
some level dismayed by their enthusiasm for the fake phallus.
Over the years, I d put up with reeducation from Suzie about my
yesterday attitude and my discomfort over terminology, choice of toy
shape, appearance, and all the rest. It had taken me a while to recognize
that toys were not about wanting men, or pretending to be men, or not
being a real lesbian. We had the power and the right to give and receive
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pleasure any way we chose.
Luke liked to fuck her partners with a toy. Who was I to make that
wrong? Anyway, I would be lying if I said I wasn t turned on by the
idea. I wanted her inside of me again and I was past caring about the
technicalities.
She took my hand in hers and placed it firmly over the accessory
in question. It s not essential, but I know how to use it and I think
you ll be happy.
I decided not to pretend sophistication I didn t have. My cheeks
felt red and my voice was hoarse. I don t have a lot of experience with,
er&
She silenced me with a kiss. It s not important. I have plenty.
Her mouth moved hotly down my throat and shoulder and her
hands took possession of my body, caressing and stroking until I could
no longer think clearly. Somehow, she sensed exactly when my mind
closed down and my body took over.
She sat me back against the pillows, and got off the bed. Standing
at the side closest to me, she drew off her T-shirt and tossed it to the
floor. Her breasts were not full, but were fleshy and sat high on her
chest, the nipples dark and hard.
Undo me, she said. See what I have for you.
I was getting wetter by the moment. My fingers fumbled with the
metal snaps that kept her cock confined beneath the straining leather. I
tilted my head slightly and found her gazing at me with such intensity
that I started shaking and quickly looked down again, knowing what
was coming. I was so transfixed, then, that I had to force my eyes off
the dark, thick shape that emerged from her pants; there was so much
more of her to enjoy.
Luke was maybe an inch taller than me, but we didn t have much
in common physically. She carried no surplus and was toned all over.
Her shoulders and biceps were smooth and hard, her abs chiseled, her
thighs powerful. She wasn t a bodybuilder; she was more graceful than
that. I reached out and dragged a fingertip over her belly and down onto
her jutting cock. A frisson of alarm arrested my breathing. How would
I take all that?
Relax, she said, because apparently I was pitifully transparent
to the people I most wanted to impress. It ll be just fine. In fact, I m
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going to let you control this.
I moved over to make room as she sat down on the bed. She
swung her legs up and leaned back against the headboard, tucking a
few pillows behind her back. Get on me, she invited.
Soaked and swollen, I happily swung one leg over and sank down
onto her lap. I could feel her cock lengthwise beneath me, trapped
between her thighs. Experimentally, I rubbed back and forth. A salty
sweet leather smell invaded my nostrils. She d left her pants on and
was adjusting them so I could feel the firm texture of her harness.
Desire winnowed the strength from my limbs and my head drooped
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