1. Cruel Wednesdays


    Date: 10/14/2014, Categories: Lesbian, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

    loud. They cuddled for a bit, exchanging loving kisses and caressing each other. The air felt hot and the scent of arousal hung heavy in the air. They sixty-nined afterwards and brought each other to another screaming climax, with Clarissa lying on her back and watching me once more between licks to her lover’s pussy. It was so beautiful, and my heart was chopped to pieces while my lust raged inside me like a wild beast. And then they hugged and exchanged a small kiss, and the blonde put her dress back on and left. Clarisse looked at me through glazed eyes and smiled. “Good girl.” My heart stumbled and a strange warmth filled me at the praise. “You can dress now.” That poured over me like a bucket of ice water. ‘But...’ I wanted to say. Her eyes narrowed. This was her game, a cruel game, I realized. So I dressed. She did too. None of us spoke. The blindfold went back over my eyes, and then we were on our way again. I think I started to say something for a hundred times over the car ride, but each time my lips parted, the courage left me. My emotions spun and tumbled, and I could make neither heads nor tails of what it meant. I found myself back at the café, and everything seemed like a dream. A bad, exciting, horny dream. It was only five minutes to my tiny single-room flat, but halfway there and with my knees still shaking and pussy burning, I was lured by the dark, narrow gap behind the transformer station. My fingers strangely had no difficulty with my jeans buttons this ...
    time, and my hand delved between my thighs. They found slick, warm, sticky wetness. I rubbed hard, in a desperate race toward that climax that had dangled in front of me too long, and when it came, it rocked my core. I slumped to the ground, twitching and moaning, with my jeans bunched around my knees and the image of Clarissa’s eyes burned into my mind. I masturbated again as soon as the door had fallen shut behind me, shedding my clothes and diddling my pussy at the same time, and I fell onto the bed just in time for another big one. Spent, I fell asleep, naked as I was. I think I played with myself again at least four times that night, each time waking from a sticky, intense dream that revolved around her. * * * * I was back at the cafe the next Wednesday, fearing and praying that I’d meet her again. And she came, and she looked just as beautiful as last time. This time, she wore a violet dress that flowed over her body like liquid and shimmered in the light. She made no pretense, instead she sat down on my table and looked me hard in the eyes. “You want to play again?” I blushed and looked down at the floor, but I nodded. She pulled out her cellphone and typed something, giving me a bright smile when a small beep announced that her message had been sent. “Come.” It was the same ritual, the silent walk to her car, the blindfold, the drive - until we stopped in the underground garage, that is. As soon as my feet touched the concrete floor, I was pulled to the back of the ...
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