The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica (24 page)

Mandie grabbed a handful of her lover’s hair, and pushed her head down. “Oh, yes, there is.”

Harry whispered, “Are you going to beg me?”

“I don’t need to you, whore. You want to anyway.”

Mandie shuddered with want as Harry silenced further comment by covering her mouth with her own, before sliding the unwrapped chocolate bar deep into her waiting cunt.

Coming swiftly, panting into Harry’s shoulder, Mandie pulled out the sticky chocolate. Forcing it between Harry’s lips, Mandie began to feed it to her, whilst teasing skilful fingers
across her clit, bringing Harry to her own release.

Availing themselves of the facilities, the girls quickly smoothed down their uniforms, adjusted their lipstick and returned to the shop floor. Only three hours and they could go home.

Mandie had prepared as carefully as she could. Slipping back into the toilets after her shift, she put on a pair of new, very delicate, plum-coloured French knickers, and a
matching lace-up, which neatly encased her heavy chest. After replacing her stockings with clear hold ups, Mandie checked inside her bag to make sure the present she’d brought for Harry was
still there. Her heart fluttered in her chest as she anticipated the evening ahead.

Harry’s flat was only small, but it was neither cramped nor cluttered like Mandie’s bedsit.

Together in the tiny kitchen they kissed long and hard before Harry broke away. “Will you do something for me?”

“Of course.”

“Sit in the living room and wait. I won’t be long, but I need to get something ready.”

“Can’t I help you?”

“No. This is for you. Please, just sit.”

“Can’t I at least change out of this foul outfit?”

“No,” Harry shouted from the kitchen, “I like you in that. It’s like taking off horrid wrapping paper and finding a pearl of a present inside.”

Mandie left the kitchen reluctantly, subsiding into the living room’s soft creamy sofa, cradling Harry’s compliment like a prize.

Harry seldom bothered with underwear, but as Mandie adored it she had made the effort. The cream stockings that covered her slim legs, lead to a soft pair of cream silk briefs. Her neat breasts
remained unfettered though, behind an almost transparent ecru blouse. The slightly crumpled material, draped seductively across her chest, had just enough buttons done up to suggest what delights
might be found underneath. Slipping on her kitten-heeled strappy shoes to complete the effect, Harry took a deep breath, picked up the plate of food she’d prepared before work, and some wine,
and headed for the living room.

Mandie stood up as soon as Harry entered the room, and wiped her lightly sweating hands down the side of her polyester skirt. “You look incredible.”

“Good enough to eat?” Harry smiled mischievously indicating the plate in front of her. Mandie glanced at the neatly sliced, cleaned and conveniently shaped pieces of carrot, celery
and cucumber.

“Well, that doesn’t leave much to the imagination, does it?” Mandie kissed her as she took the plate out of Harry’s hands and placed it on the unit behind her.

Harry pushed Mandie down, and lay on top of her, half on, half off the sofa. “I’ve been thinking about this all day. I want tonight to be for you. It’s your present. There is
only one rule.”

Mandie slithered into a more comfortable position. “Which is?”

“You do what you are told. Okay?”

“Okay.”

Harry led Mandie through to her small bedroom. They stood, holding hands at arms length. “Stand still,” Harry commanded as she slipped the blue jacket off Mandie’s
shoulders.

Mandie reached out to remove Harry’s blouse, only to have her arms gently restrained at her sides. “Not yet, honey. I said, stand still.” Harry whispered.

Mandie stifled a sigh as Harry undid her despised work shirt instead, sliding the shiny material off, so that it joined the jacket on the floor. Harry’s intake of breath at her first sight
of her lover’s lace up was worth waiting for. She stopped taking her time and yanked off the skirt, revealing Mandie in her beautiful new lingerie.

Forcing the basque’s laces as wide open as possible, Harry pulled Mandie’s tits out, so that they rested above the bindings. Falling on them with relish, a practised hand kneaded
one, whilst Harry’s mouth worked across the other. Squeezing, flicking, licking and biting until Mandie was utterly breathless. “Please, Harry, I’m gonna come.”

Harry bit down hard on Mandie’s nipple causing her to cry out in pain as she spasmed with longing.

Harry sounded insincere as she apologized. “Sorry, babe, I was going to make you wait, but for heaven’s sake, you look so incredible.”

“Don’t be sorry,” said Mandie as she dragged Harry back down on top of her. “I still promise to be a good girl and do exactly as I’m told, on one
condition.”

“Which is?”

“Let me unbutton your blouse. It’s crying out to be taken off, and I can’t concentrate. I need to see those neat little tits.”

Granting Mandie’s wish, Harry lay still as she savoured each button. Her light fingers trailed gently around each globe, rubbing the sensitive underside until Harry began to raise her hips
in an automatic response to the feelings being aroused within her. Then, unexpectedly, Mandie let go. Harry moaned as the intense sensations were suddenly denied her.

“Well,” teased Mandie as she twisted one of her lace-up’s ties around her fingers, “you are supposed to be the decision maker tonight. Do I let you come or
not?”

“Of course you bloody do!” Mandie grinned at Harry’s hungry, lust-filled face. She locked her eyes into Harry’s, licked her index finger, and almost in slow motion,
lowered it on to the very tip of her right nipple. Harry bucked right then, the heat of the evening’s expectations, and the attention to her chest tipping her over the edge.

“So much for seeing how long we could both wait! Come on, let’s eat something; you’re making me hungry.” Once she’d caught her breath, Harry took Mandie back into
the living room. “Now comes the part where you really have to do as you’re told.”

“Yes, Miss.” Mandie looked demurely up through her eye lashes.

“That’s a good girl.” Harry patted the long thin coffee table which ran along one side of the room. “Hop on.”

Mandie sat down on the edge of the cool brown surface, but Harry shook her head. “No. Lie down. Tonight you are going to be the fanciest tablecloth I have ever had. And as tablecloths
don’t speak, I don’t think you should either.”

Mandie lay on the hard, slim table, her discomfort relieved only slightly by two small silk cushions, which Harry slid underneath her head and bum, raising both slightly off the table. Still
attempting to make herself comfortable, Mandie was taken by surprise when Harry pulled her left arm above her head and secured it to the table leg with a short leather strap. As Harry carefully
manoeuvred her right arm into position Man-die’s heart quickened and her head spun.

Leaving her ankles free, Harry stood back to admire her work. Words failed her as she examined the amazing sight she’d created.

The few minutes Harry took to decide where to begin felt like an eternity to Mandie. Her body was desperate to be fondled; she had to clamp her mouth shut to hold in the frustration that was
building within her.

Well aware of the effect the delay must be having on Mandie, Harry took her time. She poured a glass of very cold white wine, and after a few sips, carefully balanced it on her new
“table”. Mandie gasped as the cool glass met her bare stomach; she hardly dared breathe, imagining how it would feel if the chilled liquid spilt across her body.

Picking up a handful of salted peanuts from a dish, Harry toyed with them a second before sprinkling them in and around Mandie’s belly button. Holding the stem of the glass in place, Harry
began to nibble them up, swirling the residual salt around the peach-coloured flesh with her tongue.

Mandie released a low moan as Harry finished her hors d’oeuvres. She didn’t speak, but Harry knew she longed to. After a swig of wine, Harry removed the glass, and swung her leg over
Mandie, so she was sat astride her stomach.

Mandie tried to lift her head towards Harry’s clit; she was so sure that it was at last on offer.

“Patience,” Harry admonished her with a light slap. “I thought you might like something moist to eat.” She reached across to her tray and picked up a long thin slice of
cucumber. Pushing her panties to one side, Harry slid the pale green wand up inside her own pussy. Moving forward, she stood over Mandie’s face, offering her the contents of her snatch as a
snack.

Mandie began to lick the end of the cucumber as if it were a tiny cock. Then she used her tongue to push it further up inside Harry, until it almost disappeared. Being unable to use her hands
frustrated her madly. Mandie strained uselessly against her straps to get a better purchase on the treat that was being proffered.

Harry crouched down, until she was virtually sitting on Mandie’s face. Struggling to keep herself still, as Mandie began to nibble the sticky baton from out of her, Harry felt a mewl
building in her throat. Mandie’s sensually slow tongue was driving her to distraction as the remaining morsel was twirled inside her body. She sat down abruptly on Mandie’s chest, her
climax overcoming her, causing the remains of the cucumber to escape.

“My turn, honey.” A few seconds later Harry had recovered enough to move back down the table to collect a wand of carrot. Carefully, she teased the blunt end of the orange stick up
and down Mandie’s legs, causing her captive to writhe in her bonds.

Mandie was desperate to move now, to clasp Harry with both hands; but she lay as still as she could, waiting for the carrot to be stuffed into her neglected cunt. She bit her tongue in an effort
not to speak, but as the teasing continued across her lower body; Mandie couldn’t help but yell out. “Shove it in me Harry, please!”

Harry contorted her face in an effort to look cross. “Begging me already? I didn’t even hear you ask for permission to speak.”

“Please, Miss? I feel so empty.”

Harry rammed the baton hard and deep, causing Mandie’s backside to leap at the chilled invasion. It felt good, but was nowhere near thick enough to stem her rising need.

“I think it would be best if you weren’t able to talk for the time being. Punishment for speaking out of turn.” Harry disappeared from view as Mandie felt a sharp wave of panic
sweep over her. She had been bound before, but never silenced. The perspiration prickled across her back against the hard table.

Harry returned with her hated work blouse, rolled up into a long thin gag. “Open wide.” Mandie didn’t move. “You promised you would do as you were told.”

Mandie continued to hesitate until Harry leant down and began to suck her left breast. Automatically, Mandie opened her mouth to sigh, and Harry quickly filled it with the material, lifting her
head to secure it in an uncomfortable knot beneath her. Mandie was still unsure, but Harry looked so deliciously triumphant and happy that she swallowed her fear.

“Now. Don’t move.” Picking up a small bowl of honey and mustard dressing, Harry took a long stick of celery and used it as a scoop to dribble some of the contents over each of
Mandie’s incredible tits. Mandie shivered as the cool sticky liquid trickled across her chest. Harry loosened the laced basque further, allowing the plum silk to fall to Mandie’s sides,
and watched the dressing run down towards the table, her tongue rescuing the drips before they hit the delicate material.

Mandie began to tremble again as Harry worked over her lush body, cleaning her up. By the time she had sucked all the dressing off Mandie’s left tit, her right side was screaming out for
attention and, her previous orgasm forgotten, her clit burned with need. The neglected carrot, too thin to have had any satisfying effect, fell out as she squirmed against the table. Mandie bit
into the blouse, desperate to concentrate on anything other than the feelings that swelled with her.

Harry scooped up some more dressing. Refilling Mandie’s belly button, she swirled sticks of food in and out of the mixture, before eating them in small neat, provocative mouthfuls.
Man-die’s legs began to twitch with the effort of keeping still. She began to wish that they had been tied down as well.

Aware of the effort Mandie was making to be good, Harry decided to reward her by jamming a large, thick, stick of celery into her soaking snatch. Even the gag could not totally suppress
Mandie’s cries, as her legs and hips leapt away from the hard table.

“You are gorgeous,” Harry whispered into Mandie’s ear, “I could look at you like this for ever.” She turned back to the unit along the wall, “In fact, I think
I will.” Mandie was unable to protest as Harry produced a camera, and took picture after picture.

Finally, throwing the camera to one side, she laid full length on top of Mandie, pushing the exposed bit of celery in to her own body as if it were a double-headed dildo. She rubbed her whole
body against Mandie, until she called out in ecstasy.

Pulling the gag away from Mandie’s mouth, Harry kissed her long and hard. “I’m going to enjoy looking at those photos; they’ll be the perfect souvenir of an incredible
evening.”

Mandie smiled up at her, “Permission to speak?”

“Yes?”

“Untie me. I want to take some snaps of you.” Harry didn’t hesitate, her fingers fumbling in her haste as she loosened the straps.

Mandie stretched her aching arms, before pushing Harry to the floor and sucking each of her small globes hard. “Stay there,” Mandie commanded as she grabbed the camera and
photographed Harry in her dishevelled heap upon the floor.

“I have a present for you.” Mandie produced the little parcel from out of her bag.

Harry’s eyes lit up as she carefully undid the pretty paper. Her lust-fuelled smile as she weighed the tiny silver vibrator in her hand said it all. It was the perfect size to be hidden at
the bottom of the capacious pocket in her work skirt. “I have a feeling that tonight is going to get even better,” she said as she pushed Mandie forward over the back of the sofa.
“Come on you, I want to test this on your cute arse . . .”