The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica (75 page)

With this, she pulled away from my mouth; a thin string of saliva still connected us for a moment, and then broke, swinging back to dangle from my open lips. She caressed my body as she walked
behind me, trailing her fingers lightly over my sweaty, flushed skin. She stood directly behind me, facing my deviously tied and parted thighs, her butchcock still sparkling with wetness from my
mouth. I dropped my head, trying to see what was coming next. I could see my tightly wrapped body, the blue ropes of the chest harness and the white ropes everywhere else. There was a long,
unbroken ribbon of come dripping down from my cunt into a small puddle already formed on the floor below.

She stepped in between my helplessly tied legs and drove her butchcock into my waiting, wanting pussy, and as she did I felt the butt plug in my ass even more than before. I felt totally and
completely full, as well as totally and completely helpless. Flying through the air, I was vulnerable to so much. She fucked me like this for quite a long time; occasionally I tried to fight
against the ropes that bound me and thrust my body against hers, but to no avail. I was being fucked and in control of nothing, so I gave up and simply went limp in the ropes, which she grabbed,
pulling me hard onto her butchcock, using my swinging body for her benefit. I moaned and cried out, loving the way my body was being used for her pleasure, and she relentlessly fucked my cunt until
she was on the very verge of orgasm again.

She withdrew her butchcock from my pussy, which was still dripping long strands of come into the growing puddle on the floor. For a moment I was sad, wishing she had kept fucking me until I
came, and missing the fullness in my cunt. When she pulled her butchcock out of my pussy I was already on the edge of such orgasmic bliss, I had no thoughts of what could possibly come next. She
took my chin in her hand, turned my head, and pushed her butchcock deep into my mouth again, this time deliciously covered in my own come. It was such a hot, sexy, degrading, and submissive
violation, it made me come a bit; I could feel the hot come dripping out of me, like liquid fire. She thrust deep into my mouth, parting my lips farther, making sure I took every last centimetre,
and making me choke as her come-soaked butchcock hit the back of my throat. I could taste myself on her. My eyes were wet with tears again, and they overflowed, staining my pink cheeks with little
salty trails that dripped from my chin.

She pulled her butchcock out of my defiled mouth again and quickly walked back behind me, to my already spread, already fucked cunt. Ignoring my throbbing and dripping cunt, she pulled on the
butt plug gently and began thrusting it back and forth, fucking my asshole with it. Slowly, she pulled it out of me, and for a moment I was completely empty. Then I felt her press her come- and
saliva-drenched butchcock against my now very wet asshole. Despite already having been stretched open around the butt plug, my tight asshole didn’t want to spread open for this large and
imposing butchcock at first, but she pressed on, harder, and finally my ass opened up for her, taking in all of her butchcock. She just stayed there for a moment, deep inside of my ass, completely
motionless. Then she began rocking, holding the ropes above my limp, hanging body for support while driving inside me, from deep inside my ass to the very brink of pulling out completely, over and
over. I know I cried out for her many times, screaming and moaning, pleasure and pain interpreted by my body as one in the same. It felt amazing!

She pulled back on my chest harness, swinging my body towards her, and bounced against my ass. All this time I was still held securely in the ropes, drenching them with sweat, though their tight
caress remained unchanged. I lost track of everything, I don’t know how long she fucked me like this; I could see nothing, yet I could feel everything. The air rushed against my face as I
swung back and forth through the air being impaled time and time again on her butchcock. I felt the orgasm growing inside me like a wildfire! I arched my back and raised my head up as far as
possible, she reached forward and grabbed my chest harness, holding me up and back within my ropes, as she rocked with me, knowing that I was coming, and coming with me, inside of my tight ass!

Delicately, she removed herself from my ass, and came around to face me. She dropped to her knees and pressed her lips to mine, kissing me as if it had been the one thing on her mind she had yet
to do. Her lips tasted of salt from her sweat, or maybe it was from my tears. She indulged in one long, lingering kiss before she stood and walked to my right side, and taking hold of my leg, still
tightly wrapped holding my heel to my ass, she began the process of letting me down. She untied the ropes that held this leg in the air, and then began unwrapping it, removing coil after coil from
my leg, revealing deeply imprinted rope marks. She helped me straighten my leg, and gingerly lower it to meet the ground. She did the same thing for the left leg, unwrapping it and helping me lower
and finally place weight upon it. She removed the rope around my waist, and untied the rope attached to the chest harness, finally freeing me to stand fully.

I stood there, naked except for the blue chest harness, my body quivering from head to toe, partially from my strained muscles and also because I was cold now that I had been released from the
majority of the ropes, thought it wasn’t particularly cool in the room. She held me tightly and kissed me again. Locked in this embrace, we sank to the floor together. I could tell that she
had anticipated us not making it out of this room after a full body flight like such as this one, by the way she had laid out a very large, soft pad over most of the floor, including underneath the
spiral staircase where I had been suspended. She loosened the straps that held her butchcock so tightly against her, and slid it off smoothly, then reached behind me and freed my wrists. Slowly,
she removed the chest harness that had held me so carefully for so long. She was very tender as she lifted the ropes from my skin, placing soft kisses upon the rope marks deeply etched all around
my breasts, and tracing them with her fingertips which made delectable shivers run down my spine.

We kissed passionately and lay back upon the soft padding, and we began to make love to each other and our up-until-now ignored clits! Our clits were so engorged with blood I could feel the
blood as it pounded; her clit throbbed under my finger, and I could feel my own clit throbbing under hers. I kept my lips parted for her, so that she could look at me, my open mouth, and easily see
my total submission, my hunger to please her. She put her hand over my open mouth, and covered my nose as well, controlling my access to air. My eyes sprang open wide with excitement and
immediately I thought I would come. But not quite, not right then; she didn’t allow me another orgasm quite so soon. She removed her hand and I breathed in, gratefully filling my lungs with
air.

Each of us focused on nothing other than the wonderful pleasure centres located between our legs, and together we drove each other almost to the point of orgasm countless times, with her always
firmly telling me “No!” Finally, I knew I had her and her clit at the point of no return, and I breathlessly asked her, “Can I come with you?” and she moaned, a yes. And
again, she covered my nose and mouth, and fucked me hard until I came again, screaming into her left hand, and gushing hot come into her right. She came with me, rocking her hot, sweaty body
against me, until we just lay there shaking and moaning.

We lay together; holding each other in silence for what seemed like hours, almost drifting to sleep, enjoying the afterglow of a high that can be matched by nothing else in this world.

Eventually she sat up and stroked my hair, and said to me, “You looked beautiful tonight as you flew, and you made me very proud as you took everything I gave you without protest. Thank
you for trusting me. Now . . . Let’s get you cleaned up.”

I smiled sleepily up at her, already thinking of my body sinking under the warm bubble-filled water, and whispered, “I love you.”

If the Shoe Fits

Susan Wallace

Jayne wandered into the shoe shop as nonchalantly as she could. Her hands were buried deep in the pockets of her black trousers and she was wearing a long, grey raincoat. This
was the third visit she’d made during the past week and today she intended to speak to Sarah, the manager, who had a bob of deep ginger hair and eyes the colour of orange marmalade, the kind
of colour only women with ginger hair can possess. Then she’d have to go to the shopping centre’s lost property to see if her handbag had been handed in.

She spied Sarah immediately, her attentive face turned to an elderly woman as they discussed suitable winter footwear. The smell of leather filled her nose and she took a deep breath of the
familiar scent, her spine tingling a little.

Jayne walked casually over to the high-heeled shoes on the right of the small shop, the sunlight streaming in through the window beside her. She absentmindedly picked up a black, strappy shoe
and looked at it, turning slightly so she could glance at Sarah as she bent down, the old woman now seated, her stockinged feet waiting for the attentions of the manager.

Jayne’s gaze briefly lingered on Sarah’s backside, black trousers tight around her cheeks and no visible panty line. She imagined them bare, the thin, black line of a thong
disappearing seductively between her pale, rounded buttocks. The fingers of her right hand pushed deeper into the trouser pocket and she rubbed at the top of her vulva gently beneath the
concealment of her coat. The hairs on the nape of her neck rising, she felt weakness in her knees as she imagined stroking and kissing Sarah’s rounded buttocks with a tenderness wrought of
sweet anticipation.

“Can I help you?” came a gentle female voice, making Jayne jump.

Slightly flustered, she turned to the young shop assistant whose face was thick with powder which accentuated rather than hid her mild case of acne. “Just looking,” she replied with
a forced smile, her hand stilled beneath the long coat, the crotch of her knickers damp and sticking to her hidden lips.

The assistant turned to go and answer the phone which had just started ringing beside the pale counter to the rear. Jayne glanced over at Sarah and felt more heat rising between her legs as the
object of her desire crouched before the old woman in a servile position, one which she’d imagined her taking on numerous occasions.

Sarah knew she’d come into the shop. She felt the woman’s gaze upon her and the stiffness of her nipples as they rubbed against her black polo shirt. She’d been coming in
regularly that week, presumably on lunch breaks, always immaculate in her suit, long, black hair trailing to her shoulders, curling slightly about her pale neck. She judged the woman to be in her
mid-thirties, a few years younger than she was.

She wanted her and yet she didn’t even know her name. She’d served the stranger the first time she’d come in, but their effort at conversation had been a stumbling affair
filled with awkwardness. “I should make an effort to talk to her today,” she thought as she crouched before the old lady whose bridge of upper front teeth kept coming loose as she
spoke, a gentle sucking sound just audible as she pushed the line of four ivories back into place with her podgy thumb.

The young shop assistant approached Sarah. “That was Head Office checking to see if the new area manager has been in to see us yet,” she informed her boss with a frown.

“Thanks, Vicky,” responded Sarah.

The assistant nodded and walked over to a mother and daughter who had just entered. “May I help you?” she said with a smile.

Sarah turned her attention back to the lady seated before her as Jayne waited, loitering by the dress shoes and handling them with disinterest. She glanced over at the counter to the rear of the
shop and their eyes met, the gaze held for an instant longer than was normal, a tell-tale sign of mutual interest.

After making the sale to her customer, Sarah walked slowly around the white counter and headed over to the woman, smile betraying the nervousness she was feeling; tight lipped and tentative.
“Would you like to try on a pair of those?” she asked in her rich, smooth voice as she straightened her name badge, “Sarah” written black on gold.

Jayne hesitated, gaze moving briefly to the other woman’s lips, imagining them upon her skin, gently caressing her neck, Sarah’s breath making her tingle. “Yes, thank
you,” replied Jayne, holding out the red shoe that happened to be in her hand.

“Size six, isn’t it?” Her eyes sparkled.

Jayne nodded. “That’s right,” she replied, happy that the other woman had remembered.

As Sarah went to the back of the shop and descended the stairs to the store room, Jayne seated herself on one of the green cushioned stools and slowly slid off her shoes, enjoying the gentle
sensation. She caught sight of her reflection in the tall mirror against the wall opposite and ran a hand through her dark hair, feeling a prickle of excitement, still aware of the moisture between
her legs as her pulse quickened.

The manager soon returned with a black shoebox and crouched at her feet with head slightly bowed. The open collar of her blouse revealed the alluring upper curves of Sarah’s breasts; pale
like snow and smooth like silk. Jayne longed to reach out and stroke them, but resisted the temptation as the manager opened the shoe box. She slowly took out the pair of red shoes and removed the
crumpled paper from within them.

Jayne’s eyes moved to the slightly pouting lips of the other woman, a sensuousness to their enticing fullness. Sarah looked up at the woman whose feet she obediently crouched before, aware
of the appreciative gaze which had been studying her carefully.

“Lift up your right foot, please,” she requested softly, Jayne taking in every movement of her glistening lips, which were touched with the merest hint of deep red.

Jayne did as asked as Sarah held the shoes at the ready, her index fingers stroking the leather subconsciously as she looked at the tightness of Jayne’s trousers about her thighs and
crotch, the rain coat falling open with the customer’s movement. She could make out the slight indent between the woman’s legs and the raised flesh to either side pressed tightly
against the cotton.