~Womyn Love & Lust~ (UPDATE)

Ooooh Weee Ms. Angel


Angel and I had been flirting for a few months. We met through business networking and began a phone relationship. The sound of her voice made my heart take flight. I found myself needing her, looking forward to our daily conversations. I knew somehow this would be THE woman; that she would have my heart forever. Playfully at first, but also wanting her to know my intentions. Some years back, I had been a phone sex operator. I have a low, sultry voice and my speech drips with sexual innuendo. Once during a late night call, I stepped up my game. Angel bucked and ran like a shy doe spooked by a hunter’s footsteps. Undaunted and being ever the “gentleman”, I emailed an apology to her that night, and a proper phone call the next morning. When she didn't hang up in my face, I knew that I had her attention. We decided to meet to spend a weekend hanging out at the beach…just as friends. We both lived in Florida, but were separated by about 250 miles. A weekend partying in Key West would be a good way to get to know each other. Angel would drive down to south Florida and together we‘d set out. 

My first sight of her, quite frankly, took my breath away. Her bright eyes shine, soft brown with a hint of mystery. Her skin…sun kissed caramel. Her bob cut locs framed a perfect face. At 5’5 with soft thick thighs, full but not too large tits and wide “mami” hips. She is the embodiment of all of my physical desires. Her spirit…so sweet, I am completely enchanted by her. “Ooh wee Ms. Angel.” I kissed her lightly on the cheek and hugged her…holding her against me maybe just a little too long for just being friends. Damn, she feels and smells so good, I can’t help myself.

We load my truck and set out for our journey. The leisurely drive is only about 130 miles with speed limits usually no more than 45 mph. We talked and laughed all the way. I can hardly keep my eyes on the road as the skort she is wearing gives me a perfect view of her jiggly but well toned thighs. My imagination runs wild with thoughts of making passionate love to her in every conceivable position. But we’re just friends and I have to show some restraint, right? We stop along the way to take some pictures of the beautiful scenery. Watching her as she walks is like a vision. Her hips sway in a very sensual rhythm. It’s like it feels good…really good, but just to her. We wade, ankle deep, into the shallow water. We feel the warm water splash as we walk. I kick some water at her, she responds by scooping a handful of the salty ocean and throwing it at me. I reach out to try to block her shot, and she loses her balance. She falls into my arms, somehow secure in the knowledge that I will not let her go. Looking down into her smoldering eyes, I know right there…our relationship is taking a turn. I hold her, feeling her breasts pressed tight against me, heaving as she tries to catch her breath. I bend my head to hers and kiss her sweet lips. Softly, gently….almost innocently, her lips part, my tongue finds hers and we are there, lost….lost in a state of suspended animation. I feel complete for the first time in my life. 

Quietly, we walk hand in hand back to the truck….I open her door, holding her hand as she jumps in. I momentarily get an exquisite view of her more than ample ass. My desire for her now foremost in my thoughts. Back on the road, we continue with casual chit chat, but the kiss hangs heavy in the air. Stolen glances, playful touching…she wants me…and I want her. We arrive to check into the hotel, there has been a mix up in our reservation and all that is available is a Gulf view King suite. We enter the room to find luxurious accommodations and an amazing view of the Gulf of Mexico from our balcony. But just one bed…a huge king sized bed with sumptuous bedding. We survey the room and decide we will just have to make the best of it. I walk up behind her, just as close as I can be without actually touching her. I lean in and whisper…“ you've been trying to get me in bed for a while now” she jumps, startled, a catch in her breath. A knock at the door cuts the growing sexual tension in the room. The hotel has sent champagne and chocolate covered strawberries as an apology for the mix up. Angel decides to grab a quick shower. I want so badly to join her. I imagine her soft, smooth, caramel skin as the warm, soapy water streams down her body, running over her tits. Her large…almost obscene nipples that have been clearly visible through the thin material of her tank top all day. 

Taking a chance, I strip and walk into the shower. The look in her eyes told me that I had made the right decision. At 5’9 with light brown, flawless skin, 44DDD pierced tits and  just enough thickness to be considered BBW. I am just what she desires in a woman and she was giving me an approving gaze. As if on command, we embrace, our hands touch as we explore each other’s body. Kissing, licking, sucking under the warm, lavender scented mist of the steam shower. I lay her down on the smooth tile bench at the end of the shower and begin my journey of discovery. Sucking and biting her nipples as soft moans escape her succulent lips. I kiss a trail down her round belly. I feel her hand in my locs, her body writhing in anticipation of my next point of contact. Her perfectly trimmed mound sits just above thick, lust swollen lips encasing her precious jewel of a clit. Nuzzling her with my lips and nose, she pulls me closer, as if begging for my touch. I slide my hot, wet tongue along her slit. She moans as low, sexy sigh. She tastes like heaven. Her hips grind in a slow almost hypnotic rhythm. I trace slow circles around her clit…I‘m completely intoxicated by her scent. Her wetness covers my lips, cheeks and chin. One…then two…then three fingers now in her tight hot hole. She grinds hard against my mouth. Her other hand on her tit, squeezing, pinching and pulling her rubbery nipple. Her breaths coming shorter, her words urging me on. “Yesssss Oh Yesssss right there baby, lick me…right there”  she whimpers, pulling me in closer. I know she can’t hold out much longer, but I don’t want this to ever end. Licking her sweet pussy as deliberately as I can, she thrusts herself hard against me as her juices flow, squirting deep into my waiting mouth. Running down my chin, dripping onto my breasts. Moaning, as she is spent, “make it yours baby, make this pussy all yours”.

Releasing her slowly, I move between her legs, pressing my body to hers. Angel does not begin to describe the sight that I am blessed to behold…she is glowing…beams of radiant light. She reaches for me, and kissed me deeply. we slide to the floor. I mount her once again, pressing her back to the river rock shower floor. Grinding my dripping pussy gently against her perfect flower. Feeling her hands on my ass, my back, my heaving tits. She is everywhere at once and I am still needing more. As if possessed, my body takes control, movements unlike any I had experienced before. Feeling my orgasm build, I lean forward kissing her passionately. Spasm after spasm grip me as hot spurts of cum drench her now quivering pussy as we cum together as one. Kissing her softly, looking into her eyes I know….I’ll never be the same. Oooh Weeee Ms. Angel 

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~Lyndell & Lacey~

The coupling between two women is one of the most magical experiences to be had. Men are excited by the sight, but will never understand the true passionate nature of the woman on woman act.

Lyndell and Lacey met in college and had been friends for years. They had briefly experimented sexually, but that was as far as it had gone. They both married after graduation, and had kids soon after. Now, 15 years later, they were both divorced and living just about half an hour from each other. They got together as often as their schedules would allow, for a quick lunch or maybe a day at the mall. They were both looking forward to spring break this year, as the kids would be with their respective fathers for the week. Lyndell and Lacey planned to spend a relaxing, adult, fun-filled week. They lunched in the city, taking in a movie one day and spa treatments on another. They really enjoyed their time together. Lyndell was a tall statuesque beauty. Olive complexion with dark, almond shaped eyes. Her boobs were just shy of what most would consider big, but with very large puffy nipples. Her hips were wide from child bearing, but sexy. Hair, black as coal and her lips wore a devilish smile. Lacey was pale with almost translucent skin. She had long, auburn hair that told her Irish heritage. She had full tits with small pink tips. Short at just 5’4 and thick, Lacey is the true definition of BBW. 

With their freedom coming to an end, the girls decided to have an evening on the town. They dressed in very sexy outfits. Lyndell, more conservative in a pair of slacks and a halter top that revealed her perky tits as she laughed. Lacey had on a way too short dress that left very little to the imagination, it really showed her slutty side. The club was packed. The men loved them. They danced and drank late into the night. After the club closed, they drove back to Lyndell’s house, since it was closest. They sat together on an oversized chaise on the lanai. They shared a bottle of champagne by the fire pit. The warmth made them comfortable and relaxed. They started reminiscing about college. Lacey laid her head on Lyndell’s lap. The conversation turned to sex. 

“So are you getting any?” Lacey blurted out. She laughed, the champagne made her feel silly. 

“Not lately” Lyndell replied matter-of-factly. She stroked Lacey’s hair absent mindedly. Her thoughts, turned to how badly she really needed some.

“Me either” Lacey turned to face Lyndell. 
“with kids, work and everything else, who has time?” She continued.
“My toys are even collecting dust” Lyndell added.  

Lacey’s face was just inches from her cunt. This made Lyndell spasm involuntarily. She remembered the steamy nights of play during their college years. She had always wanted more, but it had never gone anywhere. In their generation, good girls got married and had babies. They most certainly did not shack up with a woman. Lyndell’s hand ventured from Lacey’s hair, she trailed down to her round face. She traced her lips with the tip of her slim finger. Lacey playfully licked Lyndell’s fingertips. The sensation made both women shudder. Time melted away as if they were back in school. 

“Mmmmm” Lacey moaned, a low sensual sexy sound escaped her lips. She reached  for Lyndell’s face caressing her soft cheek, the contrast between their skin exotic and sexy. Whether it was the chill in the late night air, or the sexual electricity between them, both women definitely felt it. Lyndell raised Lacey to her. Kissing her softly on her full lips, fire shot through her yearning body. Long, slow and passionate, their tongues danced in unison. Lacey sat on Lyndell’s lap. She untied Lyndell’s halter top, it draped at her waist. Their hands explored, long dormant secret places. With her breasts in hand, Lacey planted light kisses on Lyndell’s protruding nipples. 

“I missed you” Lacey hissed between licks. Her hips ground down hard on Lyndell. Her dress rode up, her round plump ass danced in a slow almost methodic rhythm . The passion between them rose to a fever pitch. 

“I can tell” Lyndell moaned deep in to Lacey’s mouth. Her hands gently kneaded the soft ass flesh that sexily rode her lap. The warmth of Lacey’s horny cunt felt divine.  

Lyndell pulled Lacey’s dress over her head, and tossed it to a heap on the floor. She salivated at the sight of Lacey’s body. The years had been very good to her. She buried her face in Lacey’s cleavage, an inhaled deep. She cupped her tits. She held them together and licked her sensitive nips. The gentle but constant abuse caused Lacey’s cunt to throb uncontrollably. She pressed her tits tight to her lovers hungry mouth. Lyndell’s pussy leaked. She laid Lacey on her back, as she stood and removed her pants and sodden panties. She pulled Lacey’s thong away as if possessed and crawled between her trembling legs. She peppered her with sweet wet kisses. Lacey slid down and pulled Lyndell on to her. In a 69 position these two old friends found a home for their lustful desires. They licked each other delicately at first. They savored the tastes. 

Lyndell remembered Lacey’s love of anal play. While she teased her hot hard clit with her tongue, she slid three fingers into her. Her cunt spasmed as it tugged her in further. This made Lacey moan softly against Lyndell’s enflamed clit. The sweet vibration made her thrust harder against Lacey’s thick lips. She pulled her dripping fingers from her and rimmed her little puckered star. Lacey spread her legs wider and allowed her greater access. Her ass relaxed and ready, she was only too eager to allow this delicious invasion. Lyndell opened her sphincter, and probed her deeply. Her thick slippery tongue continued its assault on Lacey’s swollen clit.  White hot bolts of lustful passion raced through them as they humped and ground their horny bodies together. Lyndell’s orgasm was building hard and fast. Spurred on as Lacey masterfully licked her twitching nub. Her fingers pistoned in and out of her dripping hole. Her scent was intoxicating. Lacey could smell Lyndell’s need.

Lacey was unable to stand Lyndell’s manipulations any longer. Her clit jerked violently as her tightened ass gripped down hard on Lyndell’s digits. Her orgasm unfolded in Lyndell’s mouth. Lacey bucked wildly underneath her. She sucked harder on Lyndell’s cunt lips as the tides of her lust sprayed  into Lyndell’s waiting orifice. Lyndell arched her narrow back. Thrust hard onto Lacey’s mouth, an almost animalistic growl burst into the still night. Her feminine juices shot forth. Lacey was drenched, her tongue lapped every possible drop. 

There both lay there breathless. Entwined in one of life’s sweetest embraces these old friends found love again. 

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Pretty Little Rich Bitch

PT I


Mercedes was born of privilege and raised in a quite bucolic suburb of Atlanta. Well educated, well heeled and a classic southern beauty. Her waist length raven hair, her trademark. Bright, expressive brown eyes with just a hint of mystery. Petite in stature at just over 5’ with small perky tits and a trim tight ass. 

She is the apple of her father’s eye…his little princess, even at 27 years old. Mercedes is engaged to Dave, an ivy league graduate with a trust fund. 

Avery was from the inner city, raised by a single parent. Driven not to be the stereotype, she graduated top of her class, and has become quite successful in corporate America. The best way to describe her would be handsome. She is not feminine in any respect, but all woman. Dark brown, petal soft skin, 5’8 in height, Thick, about 200 lbs, big sexy tits, an unusually narrow waist for her size, and wide, sexy swaying hips. She has a commanding presence of someone much older than her 35 years. Avery is a powerful woman. 

They worked together, well actually, Mercedes worked for Avery. Avery is  very much a hands-on manager and works closely with her employees. Not to micromanage so much but, because she enjoys her work. Mercedes was her pet, her favorite. She knew that Mercedes was attracted to her even if Mercedes did not know it herself. Avery liked the playful banter between them but longed for more. Whether it was the occasional flirting over late night “working” dinners, or the accidental brush of her seemingly, always hard nipples. Avery knew she would have to play it just right. After months of hard work on a very lucrative contract, the bid was awarded to Avery’s company. To celebrate, she decided to take her star employee to dinner. As an added bonus Avery purchased a special present for Mercedes, having it gift wrapped and delivered. A sexy black halter dress, very short, low cut and it hugged her sexy little bubble butt nicely. She also sent a slutty pair of ankle strap stilettos. 

“What the fuck!” Dave screams at Mercedes. 

“What woman buys a dress like this for another woman?” He holds the tiny piece of material in the air. 

“It’s just a gift for a job well done” Mercedes says, trying to calm him. 

“That fucking dyke is after you” He continued.  “She is always finding new ways to get your attention”. 

Mercedes left the room to get ready, Avery would be there soon to pick her up. As she showered, she found that her thoughts were of her boss. She was such an interesting and powerful woman. As she soaped her body, she also found that she was aroused…surprisingly so. Dismissing the aching in her cunt, she finished the shower and toweled off.  She carefully applied her makeup, and then slipped into a sexy little pair of panties, a garter and some sexy seamed stockings. She slid on the tiny dress. The shoes were next. Then standing in front of the full length mirror, Mercedes gasped. She could not believe the sight before her. The dress clung to every curve, draping nicely over her perky tits. Her bulging nipples were so obviously visible through the thin material. Her toned legs gracefully tipped with the whorishly sexy shoes. Mercedes almost did not recognize her own self. But she liked what she saw. The doorbell rang, she grabbed her purse and headed out to the living room. 

“Hi” Mercedes says opening the door looking at Avery. Her heart raced at the sight of her, so sexy and confident

“How’s my number one girl today” Avery drawled. Her eyes traveled the length of Mercedes’ body. An approving smile on her lips.

Mercedes stood there stunned, unable to concentrate. Her body remembering the feeling she felt during her shower. 

“Please come in” she finally managed to eek out. 

“I just need to get my wrap” she stammered. Walking past Dave, not bothering to make eye contact.

“Hi Dave” Avery said, extending a hand.

“Hey” Dave said dryly, slowly seething. Knowing that this woman is after his woman and that she has his woman’s attention. 

“Going out to celebrate my girls hard work” Avery continued. “I want her to know just how I feel…if you know what I mean.” An innuendo filled smile crossed her face.

Mercedes’s shoes clicked on the ceramic tile, announcing her arrival. “I’m ready” 

To be continued.......


Pt II


Mercedes gave Dave a quick peck on the cheek and closed the door behind them. The pang in the pit of his stomach told him this was not good. Taking her by the hand leading her to the car, Avery appraises the sexy young woman. 

“You look amazing Mercedes” she drawled, looking at her with obvious, hungry eyes. Opening the car door for the lady, she asks….
“Are you ready to celebrate?”
“ I've got a special night planned for you”
“You deserve it after all the hard work you put in.”  She added with a wink.
Her devilish grim made Mercedes shiver. The sexual tension between these two women was undeniable. Mercedes did not know what it was that she felt. She just knew she was happiest when she was in Avery’s presence. The warm evening air caressed her exposed skin as they drove up the coast to the restaurant. Avery watched, from the corner of her eye. The sight of this woman’s stems in this too short dress command her attention. She felt a warmth in her cunt. They held polite conversation, Avery flirted coyly, running her long finger up the outside of her thigh. Mercedes felt that familiar twinge in her pussy. She liked the attention. But she would never admit it to herself, let alone Avery. 

“You’re a very beautiful woman Mercedes, Dave’s a lucky man” she began. Her mannish charm making the young woman blush and fidget in her seat.  
“I don’t think he knows how to handle a woman like you though” her words hung in the air. 

Mercedes was taken aback by this statement. 
“Whatever do you mean?” She questioned
“Dave and I are great, he handles me just fine” she spat back feeling proud of herself. 
Pulling into the restaurant valet, Avery puts the car in park. She leans over, pulling Mercedes to her. Softly kissing her quivering lips. With all of the innocence of a first kiss, she takes her time. Her passions becoming more demanding as she parted her lips and let her tongue dance on hers. Just a quickly she releasing her, leaving her gasping. 

“Do you feel like this when he handles you?” Valet opened the car door and Avery stepped out and walked to the other side of the car.
Mercedes tried to gather herself as Avery reached for her trembling hand. She helped her from the car, they walked to the restaurant. Mercedes hips swayed with clock work precision. Avery smiled to herself, those whore shoes were the perfect choice. They sat at the table having champagne to celebrate, Mercedes starts,

“I hope that I haven’t given you the wrong impression”
“I’m straight” her voice sounded hollow even to her.
“I’m flattered by your attention, that’s all”

Avery listened intently. A smile crossed her face as she seductively licked her perfect lips.
“Tell me how my kiss made you feel, baby” Her voice cool. This made Mercedes suddenly less confident in her own convictions.
“Tell Papi why you didn't pull away” She continued, she enjoyed the look of terror in this little kittens eyes. 

Avery poured another glass for them both. She watched the flustered woman in front of her. Her own nipples swelling against her bra. She knows she has her right where she wants her….and she will have her completely, very soon.
“I…I was caught off guard” she stammers. 
“I…” her voice trailed off as she almost chugged her champagne. 
She felt her panties sticking to her moist cunt. Avery had that effect on her. But how could that be? She asked herself for the first time in her head. I’m straight, it must be the champagne she muses. She looked across the table. Avery is a striking woman, she admitted. Strong, confident and powerful. Her mannerisms sexy, just shy of masculine. 

“You offer a lot of talk” Avery chides her.
“But not once have you said you did not enjoy it” Her gaze intent. She reaches for her hand. 
“Tell me you didn't”

Mercedes, unable to speak at this point, her pale face flushed beet red. She mumbled an excuse to leave the table. Not used to wearing such high heels and coupled with the champagne, she stumbled as she tried to walk away. Avery watched her as she made her way to the ladies room. Once in the safety of the stall, Mercedes quickly pulled her panties to the side. She sat on the commode, the golden trickle started to flow. Her hand parted her swollen slippery lips. She started slowly fingering herself , she imagined Avery’s large hand in it’s place. She felt so ashamed but couldn't stop, even as the stream subsided. This can’t be, she thought. Her cunt leaked onto her hand, dripping into the cool water below. 
“Why does a woman make my pussy slick and needy?”  She asked herself. Not any woman though, her boss. She imagined only Avery. Her mind spun. Her other hand slipped into the loose halter of her slutty dress. Her eyes closed tightly. She was so busy frigging her horny cunt that she was completely oblivious to her captive audience. Avery had come to make sure that she is okay. Only she found her moaning in ecstasy. She called out Avery’s name as she pleasured herself in that bathroom stall. 

Avery stood back, just out of shadow view. She listened intently to the unmistakable sounds of orgasm as Mercedes brought herself to the heights of pleasure. She leaned on the counter, and waited for her to emerge. Mercedes pulled her panties up and tried to collect herself. She opened the stall door and gasped as she saw Avery standing there smiling the familiar grin.

“I….I didn't  her voice trailed off as she walked to the sink to wash her slick fingers. 
“You called my name” Avery chuckled as she grabbed Mercedes by the wrists and pulled her close. She took her trembling hand to her nose, and inhaled deeply. She exhaled a low sultry moan as she started to lick her fingers clean one by one. The sweet yet salty, bitter taste made her nipples strain hard once again. 

“No, please, I’m straight” She pleads as her cunt juices leak down the insides of her thighs.
“I’m not a dyke” her words sounded oddly sexy to her own ears. 

Mercedes made a halfhearted attempt to pull away, but even she knew deep down that she really didn't mean it. Avery reached for her raven tresses and brought her mouth down on Mercedes’. She softly kissed her, and felt her body relax in her arms. They held each other and explored each other seemingly oblivious to anyone or anything but the rising passion between them. Avery tugged at her pointy nips that peeked through the thin material of her dress. Mercedes let out a whimper, arched her back, she wanted these advances. Her mind reeled. 

“This can’t be” She tries to clear her head and gain control. Without warning she felt Avery yank her towards the door. 

“Lets go slut” Her voice, for the first time, deep and threatening . Mercedes was scared of this new side of her boss. But at the same time her sloppy wet cunt was pulsating wildly in her cum and piss sodden panties. She pulled her by the hand from the ladies room. Mercedes followed her, she stumbled occasionally. Her thighs trembled from the intense orgasm she had just minutes earlier. Avery winked at the Maitre’d as they headed to the valet. They stood waiting, Mercedes fidgeted, Avery watched her amused. 
“Please, I..” Her voice broke, she somehow knew resistance was futile. The car arrived they got I and drove off into the night. 

“You bitches kill me” Avery glared at her as she drove back down the coast. 
“You want a woman” 
“You have teased me for months” She continued
Mercedes looked at her, her heart pounded hard in her ears. 
“I not like that” She interjected
“I like men” her voice shaky at best.
Avery pulled off the road on a deserted part of the beach. She got out of the car slammed the door and walked over to the other side. She opened the door and snatched Mercedes out so roughly, her shoes fall off. She stood there in the cool sand as Avery unzipped her pants. Her eyes wide, unsure of what was going to happen. An unfamiliar excitement gripped her. Before she knew it she was being shoved to the ground. Her pale face just inches from her bosses freshly shave cunt. 
“You say you like men, but it was my name that you called when you climaxed” her hand on her head pressing her to her moist panty clad mound. 
“This is the pussy that you fantasize about whore” She smirked, as she worked her cunt seductively against her soft lips. Her clit throbbed violently as she looked down at this horny little slut. Her face  tight against her cunt. She pulled her panties down and exposed her fat pussy to Mercedes twinkling eyes. 
“No please, I’m not that way” her soft pleading voice caused Avery lust to surge. 
“I have a man at home” her protest weak at best, muffled by this woman’s soft puffy cunt. 
“I ain’t thinking about your man, Avery moaned as she increased the pressure on the back of the little whore’s head.
“Tell me you don’t like it” 
“Tell me that you don’t want to taste my sweet black cunt” 
Mercedes could take no more. She knew Avery was right. She smelled so incredibly amazing. Mercedes timidly parted her lips and slid her tongue along the wet slit. Avery’s hips jerked forward. “Yesssss” she hissed. Mercedes tasted a woman honey for the first time. She probed her velvety folds deeper, needing more. She was hooked but didn't yet know it. She reached for Avery’s ass, she cupped it. She kneaded the plump flesh, and pulled her closer. As Avery leaned back on the car, she pulled one of her tits free and tugged gently at her engorged nipple. 
“Why did it have to come to this?”
“Why didn't you just tell me”
Her words hung in the night air. The sounds of the ocean gently crashing ashore. 
She fucked her mouth feverishly, rubbing her slick cunt all over this little white girls face.
Mercedes lapped at her clit hard and fast. Her fingers found Avery’s tight wet hole.  Slowly she invaded her. Not sure why, but the urge to be inside of her was too great, not to. Mercedes felt the warm wetness of her womanhood. She worked her digits deep. Avery ground her cunt hard, gasping as her new pet brought her to the brink. Mercedes had no idea of the pleasure she brought. She loved being used in this way. A thousand dirty thoughts and words filled her head. She felt so ashamed. Her the daughter of a prominent Atlanta lawyer. On her knees in the sand, licking a black woman’s cunt. 

“This is a one time thing” she thought. She would enjoy this experience and then go home to Dave. Avery moaned louder as she fucked those sweet lips faster. Mercedes slipped her hand in her sopping panties. She frigged herself hard and fast, her head being jerked violently as Avery releases deep into her mouth. Hot spirts of cum squirt on to her lapping tongue. 
“Aaaahhhhh, yesss take it bitch” she growled as her thick thighs trembled, as she thrust wildly. She looked down at the horny slut at her feet. Her hand pistoned fast in her juicy cunt. Avery reached into her shirt pocket, taking out Mercedes phone. She recorded her horny display. Taunting her, edging her on. 
“You like my pussy, don’t you?” still yanking her head, coating her face with sticky cum.
“Answer me!” pulling her head away momentarily.
“Yes” Mercedes gasps, before her head is slammed back on to that swollen cunt.
“I’ve got a special treat for my little cum slut” she drawled. She gapped her legs wide. The first golden trickle hits her tongue. Mercedes moaned onto her cunt as warm piss flooded her mouth. She tried to swallow it all, she felt so completely dirty as she brought herself to a screaming orgasm. She fell to the cool wet sand in a writhing heap. She lay there dirty, covered in cum and piss. Her make-up streaked face. But somehow, more satisfied than she had ever been.  Avery saved the video and scrolled through the contacts list. She found Dave’s name, and attached the video. 

She pulled up her pants and fixed her shirt. Avery had a plan. She sat next to her pet. Gently stroked her now matted hair. 
“You are a very sexy woman” She began
“I’ll enjoy you many times and in many ways” her confident swagger ever present.

Mercedes looked up at her bewildered.
“This can’t happen again” she starts weakly
“I’m not that way, I….I’m straight”
“I was just….” her words trail off.
Avery quietly starts to play the video. Mercedes eyes buck and fill with tears. She can believe how sexy they look. She watched the pure pleasure on Avery’s face. Then she experienced her own orgasm from a second dimension. She sees her face contorted in ecstasy. She up looked at her boss, knowing she will never be the same.
Avery shows her the text, it’s addressed to Dave, the filthy video attached. Her eyes widen in horror. 
“No please” she starts to cry.
“If you ever want to taste me again, you know what to do” She hands her the phone.  kissing her softly.
Mercedes looked at Avery and back at the phone.

She looks back at Avery and hits send………