Keywords: FF, cons, interr, rom
Part: Chapter 31
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance
Of course, the major difficulty was that she saw
Yvette at work every day. It was not like it had been with
Rina or Karen, who worked in different parts of the company,
and whom she had seen only seldom. Yvette was there every
day, and somehow the long evening of fucking they had spent
together had done nothing to slake their thirst for each
other.
On the very first day back, Yvette pulled Laura aside
in the corridor.
"My boss is on a trip to New York," she whispered.
"His office is empty. Come on."
Laura glanced furtively up and down the hall. "Someone
will see us."
"Just join me there in ten minutes. It's 4GH, the
corner office." She winked.
Laura's pulse raced. She realized her cunt was even
wet. Just whispering with Yvette in the hallway aroused her
wildly. But it was so risky, meeting this way at work.
Still, she couldn't stop herself.
Five minutes later she was knocking on the door of 4GH.
She glanced around, but there was, thank god, no one in
sight. Yvette opened the door and let her in. She shut the
door and locked it.
"God, it's so risky," Laura said.
"No one will know. I have the key."
They began kissing even in the midst of talking. They
were both dressed in expensive clothes but began rapidly
undressing each other anyway. Laura had Yvette's silk
blouse open down her back in seconds. She freed the last
button, pulled it down, then pulled Yvette's bra straps down
from her shoulders, quickly freeing the girl's perfect
upswept breasts. She filled her hands with them, dropping
her head quickly.
"Ohhhh!" Yvette gasped as Laura's lips closed over one
of her thick, bulging black nipples. "God . . . bite it!"
she whimpered.
Laura bit the swollen bulb gently, and Yvette's knees
sagged. She was so close to a climax that she nearly came
standing up.
"God . . . Laura, I'm going to come!" she gasped.
"Ohhh! God, bite it again."
"We can't do it right here by the door," Laura
whispered. "What if somebody walks by?"
"I know."
"Quick. Over here."
Laura drew her over to the leather sofa beside the huge
executive's desk. They sank into the spongy brown cushions
and Laura slid down to her knees on the floor, pushing up
Yvette's skirt and pulling down her panties. She skimmed
them completely off, over Yvette's white sneakers, then fell
on the girl's beautiful, long, perfectly-shaped wet pussy
with her mouth, tonguing and sucking it until Yvette spilled
over in a sharp orgasm.
"Annggnn! Oh!" she panted, biting her own forearm to
stop the involuntary sounds, and whinnying frantically as hot
spasm after spasm of ecstacy shook her body.
"Oh baby . . . oh baby!" Laura murmured, moving up
again, sucking Yvette's nipples and fucking her with two
fingers, quickly bringing her to another quivering climax.
"Auunggghh!" Yvette groaned, coming sharply again.
Still groggy from her two orgasms, she got her hand
under Laura's skirt, bringing it up between Laura's thighs,
while kissing Laura heatedly at the same time. Both girls
were like animals in heat, paying no heed to their expensive
business clothes or the fact that they were fucking in the
boss's office, on his sofa.
Laura's eyes rolled up as Yvette slid two fingers
under the elastic of her panties and into her soupy cunt.
She helped Yvette get her own blouse unbuttoned, then moaned
softly as Yvette nearly ripped off her bra and devoured
Laura's breasts. It was like a rape. Yvette's mouth and
hands mauled Laura's naked breasts, bringing her to the edge
of a sharp orgasm in just seconds.
She was panting and whimpering uncontrollably as
Yvette quickly sank to the floor, pushing up Laura's skirt,
pulling down her panties, pressing her lips against the
glistening wet lips of Laura's throbbing pussy. Laura had
experienced wildly exciting sex many times, but it was
different this time. The risk was so great that it somehow
increased the excitement a hundred times.
She understood why Yvette had gone off twice like a
firecracker as she felt herself coming too, from the merest
touch of Yvette's lips against her pussy. A hot, startling,
shooting orgasm pierced her body, and she turned her face
against the sofa cushions to muffle her loud cries of
ecstacy.
"Ohhnnnnggg! Ungggmmmpphh!" she groaned, twisting and
churning as the climax wrenched her flesh.
She lay back, gasping and panting, while Yvette
embraced her and kissed her. "I love you, Laura," she
murmured. "I love you."
"Ohhh!" Laura sighed again as Yvette's mouth fastened
on one of her nipples, sucking hard.
Yvette's hand slid back down between Laura's thighs.
Her fingers scissored Laura's clit, bringing on another quick
seizure of coming that left Laura stunned and and mewling
with the aftershocks of pleasure as she regained her breath.
They both lay in their disheveled clothes on the
leather sofa, shocked by the recklessness of their passion,
and overcome by their hot, uncontrollable need for each
other. Yvette's eyes smoked with desire. Laura knew that
neither of them had had enough. They wanted to keep fucking,
but it was too dangerous. Sooner or later, one of them would
cry out too loudly, a sharp cry of bliss that would be heard
outside the closed door.
But they couldn't keep their hands off each other.
"I want to make you come again," Yvette whispered.
"You came so hard."
"It's so dangerous."
"I wouldn't let my husband touch me, you know," Yvette
said, her black eyes glistening, murky with sexual
excitement. "I told him I was sick. All I could think about
was fucking with you again."
She kissed Laura heatedly. Laura was already aroused
and didn't have any trouble responding, even though she was
scared. We could lose our jobs, she thought. But god, sex
with her is so thrilling.
"I want to fuck you again," Yvette whispered.
"Tonight. After work."
"No. Now."
Reluctantly, Laura let Yvette undress her. Carefully,
the girl removed Laura's skirt, her silk blouse, and
unfastened her half-removed bra. Except for her stockings,
Laura was naked. She looked down at them.
"God, leave them on," Yvette panted. "It's so sexy
with them on. Your legs are so beautiful."
Laura nearly melted under Yvette's hot gaze. It was
so exciting to have someone want her as much as Yvette did.
Her body quivered involuntarily as Yvette's hands roamed
over her flesh.
"I want to suck your nipples, but I don't want you to
come yet," Yvette murmured. "You have to try not to come,
not until I let you."
"Okay," Laura smiled, lying back and letting Yvette
have her way. "Just don't suck them too hard."
"Or bite?" Yvette grinned.
"I'll come."
"I know."
Yvette caressed and kissed and sucked Laura's
sensitive breasts until Laura was ready to scream. After two
or three minutes of it, she was twisting, squirming, her
muscles clenching, soft, desperate moaning coming from her
throat.
"Oh god, honey, I need it," she moaned to Yvette.
"Ohhhnnn . . . oh god, honey, I need it, I need it."
But Yvette had learned her lessons well, learned them
from Laura. She turned to other parts of Laura's tense body,
caressing Laura's thighs above the line of her stockings,
teasing her, making Laura want to feel the girl's lips on her
pussy, her tongue there. Laura panted and twisted
frantically, cupping her own breasts--still wet with
Yvette's warm saliva, her nipples erect--in her own hands
and squeezing them sharply.
When Yvette's mouth finally reached the wet, puckering
slit of Laura's inflamed cunt, Laura nearly cried out with
hot ecstatic excitement. Again she turned her face into the
pillows, whimpering as her hips churned frantically, pushing
her cunt up into the girl's mouth.
"Oh god . . . oh god!" she panted.
"I love you, Laura," Yvette said again as she stroked
Laura's swollen clit with her tongue, bringing Laura expertly
to a shockingly fierce climax.
Her face torn with ecstacy, her body arched and
shuddering wildly, Laura bit off her own screams deep in her
throat and came in torrents. She could not believe how she
could let herself have such a total, shattering orgasm when
only a thin wall separated her from discovery by her fellow
workers. And even Yvette seemed stunned by the power of
Laura's climax.
"God, are you okay?" she asked, kissing Laura, trying
to bring her back from the daze she was left in.
Laura blinked away the tears and finally regained her
breath. "Yes. You didn't tell me you were going to make me
come like that."
"I would every time if I could."
"I might not survive many more."
Now they dressed quickly, helping one another
straighten their clothes and smooth out the wrinkles.
"I guess you might just call us two impetuous sex
maniacs," Laura grinned.
"After work?" Yvette asked. "At your place?"
"What about your little girl?"
She was sorry as soon as she said it. Yvette looked
very guilty.
"I . . . I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean---"
"No. It's all right. I forget everything when it
comes to you. Everything."
"Won't they start to get suspicious?"
Yvette pouted. "You don't want me to come over?"
Laura kissed her passionately. "I never get enough of
fucking you," she whispered huskily. "I want to fuck you
again, here, right now."
"I'll just tell him I'll be a little late, Laura,"
Yvette said, her eyes glistening and throbbing. "I've got
to have you again. We don't have to spend all night."
But it was two a.m. before Yvette left Laura's
apartment. The two girls were insatiable. Not even stopping
for dinner, they fucked until they could hardly sit up.
Laura had two more orgasms to match the one she had had
earlier in the day, seizures of pleasure that left her
whimpering and gasping, stunned and astonished by paroxysms
of intense bliss.
And Yvette had even more. She seemed to be searching
for the limits of her body's ability to experience sexual
pleasure, now that she had found Laura, who was an expert at
coaxing the most excruciating ecstacies from Yvette's flesh.
Laura counted at least six of Yvette's orgasms as the
transcendant kind that nearly made you black out.
"You can't blame me for loving you," Yvette confessed
to her softly, during one pause. "Nobody ever made me come
the way you do. It feels like I'm going to pass out."
But somehow Yvette's professions of love only made
Laura uncomfortable. It wasn't that she didn't feel the same
way about Yvette. Although something in her had died with
Rina, she knew she wouldn't want to live now without Yvette.
But Yvette had a child, and a husband. She loved to fuck
with Laura, but could that replace her family? Could you
give up your little girl, just because you and I fuck really
well together?
And Laura couldn't help thinking of Karen, and even
Brandi, though she didn't know if she and Brandi would ever
make love again. She wasn't necessarily a sex addict, but
she didn't like the thought of not fucking with Karen. After
all, Yvette was discovering her body's capacity for
pleasure, but she hadn't even dreamed of the things Karen and
Laura had done together. She sometimes felt like she would
pass out when coming, but Laura had actually lost
consciousness twice while Brandi was thigh-raping her.
But for sheer exhausting fucking, no one could top
Yvette. The girl had stamina. Laura had long ago stopped
counting her orgasms, but it was all still new to Yvette,
who tallied twenty-nine, with six near blackouts. And by the
time she left, at 2 a.m., both could barely walk.
Yvette took a quick shower, so that she wouldn't smell
like sex to her husband, and Laura, unable to stop herself,
fucked the wet, glistening, beautiful girl once more on the
floor of the bathtub before letting her go.
"You see why I love you," Yvette whispered at the
door. "I never know what you're going to do to me. Nobody
ever fucked me in the shower before."
"You better just let that man screw you a few times so
he doesn't get suspicious," Laura whispered, lightly
squeezing Yvette's fantastic ass one last time.
"Won't you be jealous?" Yvette teased.
Laura blushed. She realized that she would be jealous.
His hands on her body, Yvette's wonderful, smooth, supple
black body. Yvette could see her consternation.
"You would be, I can see it," she whispered to Laura.
"Don't worry. I belong to you now."
They kissed once more, and Yvette left.
And the following day, Laura met Rob as she was leaving
work. Her affair with Yvette had so preoccupied her
feelings and thoughts that she was surprised to feel a hot
prickliness and instant wetness in her pussy when he grabbed
her elbow.
"Hello, stranger," he said.
"Rob. Gosh, hi."
"Join me for a cocktail?"
Laura felt so reckless and dirty to be so direct with
him. "Why waste time when we know what will happen," she
said coyly. "I can fix you a drink at my place."
He smiled. "Sounds like a plan."
He drove her there, and she turned over the vodka to
him while she changed. She couldn't believe her sexual
excitment as she put on a very provocative lace teddy, one
she had worn only once, for Karen, who had nearly eaten her
alive and almost ripped it up in her eagerness to get it off.
Remembering that time, and knowing what was going to happen
in a few minutes with Rob, made her cunt throb and flow. The
thought of Yvette was very far from her mind.
I guess I'm not a lesbian, after all, she thought.
Rob had removed his tie and had drinks ready for both
of them when she returned. When he saw the champagne-colored
lace teddy, which clung to her perfect breasts, showing
shadowy hints of her large soft nipples, he nearly dropped
his glass.
"Laura," he said, swallowing, "how can anybody keep his
hands off you?"
She smiled. "You like it."
He caressed her cheek, then kissed her mouth. Laura
responded quickly. Rob was a good lover, and she knew some
very high-quality screwing was in store. She also knew, from
before, that he was intrigued by her sexual ambiguity, that
it heightened his lust for her.
He slipped his hands under the lacy fabric, running
them all over her naked body, stopping at her breasts,
cupping them, then squeezing them, then trying to pull off
the teddy. Laura interrupted their kiss.
"The only other person to take this off me almost tore
it," she whispered to him. "I had to spank her."
Rob's eyes widened, and he grinned. "She couldn't fuck
you as hard as I can, because she doesn't have one of these,"
he said, taking Laura's hand and dropping it to his crotch,
where she felt the coiled power of his huge, jumping penis
under his pants.
"No . . . she didn't," Laura said, solemnly. She
frenched his ear. "But she made me come twenty-three times,"
she whispered, taunting him. "In a row."
Now he lifted the lace teddy very carefully over her
head. "I forgot about you and your girlfriends," he smiled.
"Maybe the three of us should get together some time."
"Mmmmm, you think you could handle us both at once?"
she teased.
"I wouldn't mind giving it a shot," he said. "God, I
also forgot how gorgeous you are. You have an all-world
body, Laura."
"She likes it too," she winked at him, then gasped as
he nearly swallowed one of her aching nipples. "Auuggnnhh!"
He sucked her roughly, kneading her breast with his
fingers at the same time, arousing Laura wildly. But the
instant his mouth freed her nipple she sank to her knees and
tore at his belt buckle. She knew that if she let him
continue, he would be fucking her in seconds, and she would
lose this chance to take his huge monster of a cock into her
mouth.
"I want to suck you too, you know," she murmured,
freeing his cock from his underwear, pulling him down with
her onto the sofa.
She had forgotten herself the unnatural hugeness of his
organ, a truly gigantic cock that stood hard and
magnificently tall, about ten pile-driving inches, and was
nearly as thick as a salame. First, knowing how men loved
it, she held his twitching meat between her breasts,
smothering it with them, rolling them over it, squeezing the
iron-hard shaft between the smooth, warm globes.
Then she took it into her mouth and toyed with the
swollen head of his prick for several minutes, licking and
sucking him until Rob was groaning and panting
uncontrollably. Finally, when she knew that any more sucking
would bring on a premature explosion, she stopped and looked
up expectantly at him.
"You want to go for the hard stuff first and then taper
off into gentler territory?" he asked. "Or do you want to
start slow and build up to the kinky stuff as we go along?"
"What a mind reader," Laura smiled.
Her body quivered with wild sexual excitement. She
wanted to immolate herself on his massive prick, to feel its
hardness probing and piercing her body, to shriek with the
unimaginable ecstacies it would produce in her.
"I want you to fuck me in the ass first," she murmured,
looking at him hotly.
"Tie you up?"
"You can tie my wrists to the bed," she said softly.
"And these."
With the backs of her hands she slightly lifted her
naked breasts.
"You can suck the one you forgot after you tie them
up," she pouted playfully, though nearly unable to control
her shaking at the thought of what she was inviting him to do
to her.
Since they had done this once before, it didn't take
long for Rob to have her breasts looped with rope and her
hands tied to the bedstand. Laura was completely vulnerable,
on her back, looking up at him with fear and crazy lust, her
breasts throbbing, her large nipples flaring, bulging, shiny
and dark with engorged blood. Rob squatted between her
splayed thighs, swabbing his enormous cock with K-Y jelly.
"You want me to put something in your mouth?" he asked,
kindly. "You might scream."
"You mean when you stick that huge thing in my bottom?"
Laura said. "I'll do worse than scream."
"You love it," he said.
"I know. Gag me. Please."
Rob was very gentle. He found dish towel, with Laura's
directions, and almost tenderly placed it in her mouth, tying
it behind her head. Then he went back to his work.
Buttering up one forefinger with K-Y jelly, he slid it up
into her asshole and began to fuck it, widening it for the
monster. To make access easier, he slid a pillow under her
buns, raising her wide-open groin so that her cunt and ass
were both totally vulnerable.
Laura felt her eyes watering just from his finger.
When he removed it and began to pull apart her buns with both
hands, she began to whimper and shake. The greased head of
his cock kissed the puckered ring of her asshole, then slowly
entered her. She shut her eyes and clenched her teeth,
keening softly, panting, as it slid deep into her ass.
The white-hot pain was unbelievable. Her whole body
felt crammed with cock, with a tree trunk of cock, bursting,
screaming, throbbing, pierced with searing pain. Involuntary
tears poured down her cheeks, but she rembered deep in her
brain that there was a payoff. The pain would recede behind
a cloud of incredible sexual sensation that would grow and
swallow up everything else.
"God . . . Laura!" Rob gasped, his face contorted with
incredible pleasure too as he slid it deeper into her.
"Unnggghhmmmuunngg!" she groaned helplessly, finally
feeling the hot cloud of excruciating pleasure supplant the
pain.
They were both paralyzed for a couple of minutes, but
then Rob began to fuck her, slowly, inching his huge member
out of her ass, then sliding it back in, rubbing her clit at
the same time with two fingers, until in no time Laura was
whooping and quivering uncontrollably.
They both wanted it to be slow, but they couldn't help
the hot sexual fury that engulfed them, driving them in
seconds to a plunging, whimpering mayhem of fucking. Rob's
mouth fell on the hard, throttled, purplish gourds of her
cinched breasts, sucking her nipples brutally while his huge
cock mauled her tight, pinching asshole.
Laura's body was totally engulfed in a hot whirlwind of
sexual wildness that erupted in just seconds into a volcanic
series of climaxes. Rob's huge, stiff prick ripped up into
her ass, stabbing her to the quick, while his mouth tore at
her bulging nipples, and his hand mashed her clit. She came
in sharp, convulsive spasms, groaning and writhing, her body
seared by the scalding sexual explosions.
And Rob was close behind her. He groaned, spearing her
ass with his huge, rock-hard prick, and it spouted long,
jumping strings of semen into her. Laura had three distinct
orgasms, wrenching, shocking ones, leaving her gasping for
air and shuddering with ecstacy. And when Rob roused himself
to untie her gag and the rope around her breasts, she moaned
to him, churning her hips, wanting more.
"Fuck me . . ." she groaned. "Fuck my pussy now.
Please."
"Let me wash it off first," he murmured.
"Let it be dirty. I don't care. Shove it in me. Fuck
my pussy. Fuck me hard, Rob. Do it. Hard."
She winced as he pulled the monster out of her ass and
slid it into her pussy, instantly plunging her into another
fiery delirium of lust. Her breasts were sore, but they
hadn't been tied up for long, and the feeling came back into
them quickly. Rob's voracious mouth found them and mauled
them again, sucking her nipples as hard as Karen often did,
bringing tiny yelps of pain from deep in her chest as she
again spilled over with hot coming, deep spasms of ecstacy
throbbing in rhythm with the pounding, stabbing thrust of his
enormous cock.
Rob had just come when his cock was in her asshole, and
now he had staying power. He fucked Laura until she thought
she would pass out from the continuous, plunging, piercing
rape. But she came again twice before he finally reached a
new peak and his cock spewed fresh strings of cum into her
clasping, aching pussy.
He untied her wrists from the bedposts before they both
collapsed. Finally, Rob drew himself up on his elbow and
ran a tender, caressing hand down Laura's naked midriff to
the golden fluff of her pubic hair.
"Well, it may not have been twenty-three times," he
said. "But it was sure high on my All Time Best Fuck list."
"Mine too," Laura confessed. "Quantity isn't
everything. Your instrument has no equal."
She dropped her hands to his limp penis, still enormous
even in its dormant state. She wanted to continue right away
but knew that was only a habit from her sessions with the
girls. So she gave Rob time to recuperate. In about half an
hour she coaxed his huge cock into a hard-on again by kissing
and sucking it, then turned on all her skill to give him the
best, most intense blowjob he had ever experienced.
She knew just how to do it, concentrating wholly on his
pleasure, teasing his wet, jumping prick with her lips and
tongue until he was shaking and moaning uncontrollably. She
teased him the way she and Karen had learned to fuck,
bringing him to the brink of an orgasm, then pulling him
back, exciting him wildly, then backing off just before he
came. Rob was frantic with need.
"God, Laura . . . just do it!" he begged. "Please! Do
it!"
"Oh baby," she teased. "You want to come? You want to
shoot it in my face, don't you. Or all over my breasts? How
would that feel? Would you like that?"
Knowing how visual men were, she dangled her perfect,
pear-shaped breasts over his throbbing cock, cupping them in
her hands and smothering the hot, twitching stalk, cuddling
it between them, then rubbing the ballooning head with her
large, bulbous nipples. Rob nearly came just watching her,
feeling her do it to him.
"Oh god, Laura, please!" he whimpered.
"Do you want to come all over my breasts?" she teased.
"Or in my mouth?"
"Both," he panted, his hips squirming as the horrible
torment of sexual need gripped him.
Laura relented. Holding his stiff cock and heavy balls
in both hands, grasping them roughly, which she knew would
excite him further, she took the swollen head of his prick
into her mouth and began sucking him hard. Rob was so close
that he came within seconds, great spurting jets of semen
leaping from his jerking prick into her mouth.
Laura gulped it, then released his squirting cock and
pushed her naked breasts against it, feeling the dollops of
his sperm spatter her nipples as his cock continued to erupt.
He had six or seven huge squirts of cum in all, amazing her,
since he had already come twice before that.
They rested and slept and awoke to fuck twice more
before calling it a night. This time they were tender and
soft with one another, and Laura had four more deep,
throbbing orgasms before he left.
At the door Rob couldn't help bringing it up again.
"You sure you wouldn't like to invite me to one of your girl-
girl fuck parties some time?" he grinned.
"Still think you could handle two of us?" she teased.
"Try me," he said, winking.