1. Rooming With Jodie


    Date: 10/5/2014, Categories: Fetish, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 29, Source: LushStories

    pussy. She was still wearing the blue hoodie though. “What, Landlady?” Her voice sounded from far too close, and I took a step back. And another, because I felt her upper body touch mine. I was quickly pressed up against the wall in the hallway. “Don’t!” I protested. “Don’t what?” She snipped back. “Don’t get too close? Well, get used to it, we’re going to be around each other a lot. Or did you mean,” she paused and gave me time to register the sound of blood rushing in my ears, “not to touch you?” Something pulled on my bathrobe. I started to tremble. The flaps of the robe fell apart, and then there was a silky touch on my thigh that felt electric. I looked down and gasped. Jody’s upper legs was rubbing against mine, and didn’t feel anything like the sticky, yucky touch I would have expected. It was soft and warm and, actually, really, really nice. “I know how you work,” she whispered while she continued rubbing her leg against mine, “you’re all uppity and play untouchable, but that’s only because you’re such a slut deep inside. Anybody could have you, if they only tried.” “No!” I exclaimed, a hint of a whimper in my voice. “I’m not a slut!” The moment the words left my lips, I wanted to slap myself. She only giggled. I gasped again when her hands grabbed my wrists and pulled them downwards. Before I could realize what she was doing, my fingers touched her thighs, touched the silky, hot skin there and started to tingle. It was a crazy feeling. The discomfort I felt towards ...
    her was still present, but it was overshadowed by something more carnal, an almost morbid fascination that entranced me and made me jelly in her hands. “Rub my pussy,” she whispered throatily, “it’s creaming for you.” “No,” I stammered, but my hands trailed up her thighs already, “I’m not a - a lesbian.” “You don’t need to be. In fact, it’s much sweeter that you aren’t. Come on, rub my dirty, sticky snatch!” Her thong was soaked. Her pelvis pressed against my hand as soon as I touched it. Dirty, yes, that was exactly what this felt like, dirty and depraved, and when she started to rock her crotch against my fingers and the fabric slid wet and slippery against them, I felt faint and aroused. “You’re trembling.” Her voice shook with arousal and her cheeks were flushed. “God, you’ve never touched a girl before, have you?” I shook my head, too afraid that my voice wouldn’t obey me. Then she pulled her thong aside and my fingers were rubbing the real thing - a shaved, smooth, slick, warm, puffy pussy whose scent wafted up to me with heady strength. “Faster!” she urged and tweaked my nipples, which felt disgustingly pleasant, and thrilling sparkles shot through my breasts. I sped up my ministrations, and her breathing followed along. Soon, she was panting and moaning while my fingers rubbed all over her dripping snatch with squelching sounds. “Slut,” she accused between moans, her voice rising in volume and pitch, “dirty slut! Fuck, I’m going to… fuck, fuck, fuuuck!” Her whole body ...
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