Laura - 138
Laura felt miserable and depressed about Trina. She
grieved about it for days, and yet in the back of her mind
she knew that her affair with Trina, though full of emotion
and deep affection, and pleasurable, uncomplicated sex, was
not as thrilling as her dangerous encounters with Karen, her
recent night with Shavon, her cat-scratch bouts with the
spitfire Sholandra, or even her torrid animals-in-heat
couplings with Yvette.
Trina was wonderful, but she was too good, too gentle,
too simple, too beautiful to cause the kind of reckless
passion Laura experienced with the others. In fact, she was
more like Jonelle in that respect, and Laura wondered if
there were something to the fact that she had fallen head
over heels deeply in love with both of them, while she
couldn't give up fucking the other wild ones. All these
reflections were made even more poignant by Randi, who
showed up at Laura's cubicle one afternoon about an hour
before quitting.
She was ravishing as usual in her long braids and
exquisite face, her short skirt, showing off her truly
incredible long shapely legs. Laura kept looking at them.
"Is there something you want, looking at my legs that
way, girl?" Randi teased her.
"You know what I want," Laura murmured, veiling her
eyes.
Randi looked both ways to see if they were observed.
"You really make me hot when you say that," she said under
her breath. She looked at her watch. "Let's leave early.
No one will know."
Laura frowned. "I have to finish this report. It's
due in the morning."
"Have it your way," Randi feigned indifference, lifting
her head haughtily. "I might find someone else to play
with. I'll call my boyfriend."
Laura felt the dagger. And then Allen Richards, a very
handsome young black guy who was attracted to both Laura and
Randi, dropped by to flirt with them. Randi especially
turned on all her coquettish charm, poking him familiarly in
the shoulder, turning artfully so that he could admire her
long legs, making sly double entendres. By the time he
drifted off, Laura was almost livid with jealousy.
She turned off her computer and stacked her papers
together in a file folder.
"What's the matter with you?" Randi asked.
"I'll come in early and finish it."
"Where are you going?"
"I'm taking you home," Laura said softly,
threateningly.
"You look mad," Randi said. "I don't know if I want to
go with you. Why're you mad at me?"
"It's hard enough to compete with your boyfriend."
"Oh, you're mad because I was flirting with Allen.
You're just a jealous little bitch, aren't you."
Laura nodded. "I can't help it."
Randi smiled broadly. She had a face so beautiful that
Laura's heart palpitated when she smiled like this. "I love
it when you're jealous," Randi whispered. "It's like you
want to rape me."
Laura nodded again. "I do."
"God, I'm wet," Randi breathed. "Let's go."
"Can you remember how to get to my place?"
"Sometimes I drive by it just wanting to ring the
bell."
"Really?"
"Yes. But I'm always afraid you'll be screwing
somebody else. Like that pretty girl who interrupted us
after that meeting. Remember?"
She was referring to Sholandra, who had stormed off in
tears. "I remember," Laura said.
"Did you ever . . . you know, sleep with her after
that?"
"Is that any of your business?" Laura asked sharply.
"You did, then. I thought so. She looks like trouble,
though. But I'll bet she's a hot piece." They were now
walking to the parking lot. "Hotter than me?"
Laura glared at her, letting all her sexual desire
come out in her stare. "I'm going home with you, right?
You're lucky I don't just grab you and push my hand up that
little miniskirt of yours right now."
"Laura, even my boyfriend can't get me as hot as you
do, just by looking."
"Don't get in an accident on the way," Laura smiled.
"I have plans for you."
They had not been together for two weeks, since first
Randi had been ill with the flu, and afterward she had spent
a week in Las Vegas with her boyfriend. Laura had not
deprived herself, having fucked sluttishly with Rhonda and
Sholandra at the same time, then divinely with the divine
Shavon, not to mention heart-wrenching but beautiful
couplings with Trina. But Randi's physical beauty had its
usual effect on her.
Inside Laura's apartment, Randi walked over to an easy
chair, bending down to drop her purse and her jacket on it,
knowing the effect this would have on Laura because of the
flexing of her long, black legs, and the way her short skirt
rose slightly. Laura was right behind her before she could
move, pushing up the curtain of Randi's braids with one hand
and kissing the smooth back of her neck, while her other
hand slid up between Randi's thighs from behind, up to her
damp panties. Laura's fingers slithered under the elastic
and sank into Randi's pussy.
"Unnhh!" Randi gasped in shock and pleasure.
Her cunt was warm and soupy wet, and both of them went
briefly weak in the knees as the sexual excitement shot
through them. Laura's mouth found Randi's ear and she took
the whole ear inside, tonguing it heatedly.
"I want to fuck you bad," she breathed.
"Oh my god, this is rape!" Randi half-whimpered and
half-giggled.
"I'm going to tie you to the bed and have my way with
you, you delicious creature," Laura teased, half-relishing
the idea of actually doing it.
Randi's eyes flashed. "I hope you mean it," she said.
Laura didn't push it, not knowing how much Randi might
be kidding. But she did drag Randi to the bedroom. They
kissed in slow, deliberate passion, in no particular hurry
since they knew the explosions that would soon occur. Then,
still kissing, they began to remove each other's blouse.
Randi wore a red silk blouse, and a red bra under it.
Laura kissed and caressed her beautiful smooth black
shoulder, her throat, her neck, her perfect clavicles, her
velvet upper chest.
"You have a thing about red, don't you," she murmured.
"You have a thing about black."
"I like white girls too," Laura said. "Even white
guys."
"I mean your bra, silly," Randi said, kissing the
hollow between Laura's breasts where her bra dipped
scandalously low.
Laura felt embarrassed and defensive. She took Randi's
head in both hands and pulled Randi's mouth up to hers
again. They kissed more excitedly.
"Do you really want me to tie you to the bed?" she
whispered mischievously, as if half-joking.
"If you want to." Randi was serious. "My boyfriend
did it to me once. Actually, he just tied my hands, with an
extension cord. It sure was exciting. I didn't take me
very long to come that time."
Laura was indecisive. Did she really want their
relationship to go down that path? And yet, Randi was
willing, had done it before, in a minor way, but found it
exciting.
"Do you have any toys?" she asked Laura. "Forgive me
for asking, but I always think girls who . . . you know, go
to bed with other girls have dildoes and vibrators and
stuff. Just curious."
"Actually, I do have . . . something," Laura said, not
trying to be mysterious but wondering what kind of toy to
confess to, since she had so many.
Laura kissed the tops of Randi's breasts while
unfastening her red bra and removing it. She cradled both
lovely naked breasts in her hands and licked Randi's big,
soft nipples. Then she playfully nipped them with her
teeth.
"God . . . I love it when you do that!" Randi gasped,
biting her lower lip. "Tie me up. Please. Do it, and bite
me like that. Wow, I'm almost coming already. I never had
such exciting sex as I have with you."
"Do you trust me to tie you up?"
"Yes."
"Can I tie these up too?"
"What do you mean?" Randi asked, looking down at
Laura's tongue on her breasts.
"I'll show you."
Together they removed the rest of Randi's clothes.
Randi wanted to take off Laura's too, but Laura convinced
her that it would be more exciting if she kept her underwear
on.
"To tantalize you," she said.
"I get it. You're probably right. You look smashingly
sexy in your bra and panties. I just want to rip them off."
But her eyes widened when Laura pulled the long coil of
white polyester rope out from under the bed.
"God . . . you've done this before!" she said.
"A few times," Laura lied.
Randi watched in fascination as Laura began to loop the
white rope around her lovely, firm, dark breasts, about
three coils for each globe.
"Now, we want it to be tight but not too tight," Laura
explained. "We don't want to cut off the sensation, do we?"
"God, it's exciting!" Randi panted uncontrollably.
"It's making me so wet and horny."
"Mmmm, the desired effect, eh?" Laura smiled,
crisscrossing the rope between Randi's breasts, almost
unable to stop herself from sucking one of Randi's
beautiful, swollen black nipples into her mouth.
The long tail of the breast-tying rope Laura let dangle
down Randi's delectable midriff past her crotch. There was
enough length to bring it up between her cuntlips, up her
back, and down again to meet the knot between her breasts,
if they decided to go that way. And from the looks of
things, they might, since Randi was truly aflame, already
shivering uncontrollably with wild sexual excitement as
Laura carefully tied her wrists and ankles to the bedframe.
Smiling with a hint of menace, she caressed the girl's
exquisitely beautiful black naked body with her fingertips,
unable to believe that such a tempting feast had come her
way, that Randi was actually a willing participant. Her own
pussy was throbbing and flowing and pulsing madly.
"Are we ready?" she murmured, eyelids veiled, her eyes
on Randi's wet, open, puckered pussy.
Randi's swollen cuntlips were black and the glistening
inside of her pussy was inflamed, more red than pink, very
inviting.
"Oh god yes fuck me Laura," she said softly and
quickly, her body quivering under Laura's touch.
"You are so beautiful. I want to kiss you everywhere."
"Yes . . . yes yes!" Randi panted. "Yes . . . please!"
"Honey, you're about ready to pop."
"I know . . . I know. It's never been so exciting.
You won't hurt me, will you?"
"You know I could never hurt you," Laura reassured her.
She began to squeeze the already-strangled and bulging
globes of Randi's breasts with her fingers. Randi gasped.
Laura's fingers moved to the girl's big, bulbous nipples.
The centers pointed proudly up from the swollen areolas.
Laura pinched the areolas, then the centers, first gently,
then harder.
"Ungghh . . . oh god!" Randi whimpered.
"Does it hurt?"
"No, I'm going to come! If you just touch my pussy,
I'll come."
"Mmmm, I know," Laura purred. "That's why I'm going
to wait."
For the next five minutes-which was all Randi could
stand-she tormented and teased the half-trussed girl,
bringing Randi to a state where Laura knew she would be able
to run off two or three orgasms in one thrilling explosion.
She kissed and stroked Randi's naked body lovingly,
especially her long, long legs, and her long, long midriff,
skirting her pubic mound, licking her delicious thighs, then
carefully tickling the edges of her cuntlips with the tip of
her tongue.
This was playing with fire, for Randi's pelvis jerked
spastically, and her whimpering grew desperate. But Laura
knew the fail-safe point and pulled back each time before a
climax could occur. By now Randi was a wreck. Her moans
were pathetic, and she twisted and writhed under Laura's
clever caresses, delirious with sexual excitement, desperate
for release.
Laura was about ready to give it to her, but her
enjoyment of Randi's vulnerability and the sight of her
gorgeous naked body undulating and quivering helplessly made
her prolong it even further. Randi's engorged and swollen
breasts, encased in the tight coils of white rope, bobbed
like near-bursting gourds as her body moved uncontrollably
under Laura's caresses. And they were where Laura would
stop, where she would deliver Randi and give her what she
craved.
Her fingers skillfully scissored the girl's bulging
nipples.
"Ohhnnn . . . ohnnnn!" Randi moaned piteously, biting
her full lower lip, her eyes begging Laura. "Yes . . . do
it, do it! Please do it! Hurt me . . . bite me!" she
pleaded.
"I promised I wouldn't hurt you," Laura smiled.
"Please . . . hurt me!"
"The rope hurts you, not me," Laura whispered
mysteriously as she now pulled the stray end of the rope
through Randi's crotch, up her asscrack, all the way up her
back, and over her shoulder. Then Laura carefully removed a
pillow case from the pillow and considerately placed it
between the rope and the delectable smooth black skin of
Randi's shoulder.
Randi still did not understand, but when Laura
suddenly-but still gently-pulled the rope taut, so that it
slid into the wet groove between Randi's cuntlips, Randi's
eyes filled with almost unbearable sexual need. Next Laura
threaded the end of the rope under the knot between Randi's
swollen, strangled breasts. Now, if she pulled the rope up,
it would bite into Randi's cunt and pull on the coils
binding her breasts at the same time. Karen had done it to
Laura, countless times, and Laura had erupted in such
intense orgasms that she could, especially at this moment,
still remember some of them.
You think you've come hard before, darling, she smiled
at Randi. In about a minute, your pussy is going to sing
the Hallelujah Chorus.
As always, Laura savored the complete vulnerability of
her love victim. Randi's long, lovely, naked body was hers
completely, and she watched it churn and strain, watched
Randi's entrapped breasts swell, her large black nipples
flare, her pussy run with juice. She relished every nuance
of torment and exquisite sexual pleasure crossing Randi's
very beautiful face, and thrilled to hear each helpless
whimper and incoherent plea coming from her lips.
"Laura . . . oh! Laura . . . Laura . . ." was all
Randi could say by now.
And Laura knew the torment could go no further, the
girl had to come, and come swiftly, and hard. "You're going
to come, baby," she murmured.
"Oh . . . yes!"
Straddling Randi's delicious long midriff, she bent
forward to kiss her. At the same time, she scissored both
of Randi's protruding nipples sharply with the fingers of
both hands, pinching them, making Randi gasp with pain in
the middle of the kiss. Just as quickly, Laura released
them. But now her mouth was descending, down to Randi's
throttled breasts, and she was also grabbing the trailing
end of the rope and wrapping it around her hand before
making a fist.
Her mouth finally reached the hard, bursting balls of
Randi's strangled breasts, and she peppered them with
kisses, raising the intensity level so high that Randi was
thrashing and moaning under her. Now Laura began to pull
the rope tight, and Randi's squirming body stiffened as she
felt the cord bite into her vulnerable pussy.
"Unngh!" she groaned softly.
Laura didn't stop pulling, yanking the cord tighter,
tighter, then beginning to slacken and tighten it in rhythm,
first a slow rhythm, then faster and faster, as she began to
suck Randi's bulbous, swollen nipples hungrily. Randi was
driven nearly insane with sexual tension, her long beautiful
body arching, quivering, writhing wildly, her throat thick
with desperate cries. Her throttled, hard breasts rose and
fell as Laura yanked the rope, and her nipples bulged even
more each time the rope throttled her breasts even tighter.
Relentlessly, Laura increased the pace until she was
yanking the rope violently. Randi's breasts and pussy were
equally tortured by it, but only briefly. Laura sank her
teeth into one of the girl's taut, ballooning nipples, and
Randi came almost immediately.
She exploded with coming, shattered by an orgasm more
violent than she had ever expected. Cawing and thrashing
and undulating in shockwaves of wrenching ecstacy, she came
and came, while Laura sucked and bit her other nipple,
torturing the girl's breasts and bringing forth a second
powerful orgasm right on the heels of the first one. Randi
groaned, then cried out as her breath came back, twisting
and climaxing in a surpassing rapture under Laura's violent
caresses.
"Oh god oh god oh god you gon' kill me, girl!" she
gasped as she began to surface from the storm of orgasms,
watching in disbelief as Laura first untied her breasts,
then her ankles and wrists.
Laura very carefully peeled the rope out of Randi's
pussy and asscrack, where it had bit in deep, but she knew
from having had it done to her that there was really no
pain. The cord mashing your clit and tickling your asshole
simply made you come with unbelievable intensity, but if
done right there was no sawing to and fro, nothing to rub
you raw but the incredible raw sex itself. Randi seemed
still stunned by it minutes after Laura had again stowed the
rope under the bed.
She held one of her breasts in one hand and traced the
mark left in her skin by the rope.
"It'll be gone in ten minutes," Laura reassured her.
"You bite hard, lady," Randi said, gingerly touching
one thick nipple with her fingertip.
"You come hard."
"Never did that hard before."
"Was it worth it?"
"Don't even ask. You can bite me whenever you want,
girl." She held the delectable breast in both hands now,
offering it to Laura again. "Here, do it again, right now."
Laura smiled and sucked Randi's delicious nipple all
the way into her mouth, then let it slide out again,
catching it with her teeth, teasing, not really biting. But
Randi shivered all over.
"Oh god . . . I'm going to come again, just sitting
here on the bed, if you don't watch out!" she sighed,
unbelieving. "And look at you. You still have your
underwear on."
Laura let Randi undress her, the rest of the way, and
Randi did it with relish, kissing Laura's naked body, her
breasts, her buns, her thighs.
"You know I'm awfully hot from fucking you that way,"
Laura panted to her.
"Ummm, I know you are," Randi purred. "But I don't
want to let you get away with it."
"You want to fuck me, don't you," Laura breathed.
Randi bunched up Laura's breasts in her hands and
peppered them with hot kisses. "You wouldn't deny me the
chance to do the same thing to you, would you?" she asked,
coyly.
"You want to?"
"I sure do."
Laura leaned over and pulled the coils of rope back out
from under the bed, handing them to Randi. Patiently she
described what to do, watching as Randi carefully looped the
rope around her breasts, pulling it tight but not too tight.
The tying up always aroused Laura as much as the actual
fucking, and she could see the same thing happening to
Randi. And it was doubly tense for her, since she was
already overwrought with unreleased sexual need.
Over the next ten minutes or so, Randi succeeded in
making Laura burn but not explode. She toyed with Laura's
vulnerable body using ingenious sensuality, and Laura had
rarely enjoyed such a session more. Randi was wholly
different from Karen or Barbara, the only two Laura had ever
trusted to tie her up (and the more she thought about
Barbara, the more she wondered why).
But both Karen and Barbara were grimly sadistic and
masochistic in the same breath, willing to inflict pain on
Laura in the hopes of achieving sublime, rhapsodically
painful orgasms when she returned the favor. And they were
sublime orgasms, Laura knew. But Randi was like an excited
kid, turned loose in the candy store.
"Oooo, your boobs turn sort of purplish when you
squeeze them this hard," she marveled, running her sinuous
black forefinger over one of Laura's strangled, hard
breasts. "And your nipples stand up. Just so biteable, you
know? I'll bet you can't wait to feel me bite them hard,
like you did mine."
Laura's eyes were clouded with lust. She grimaced, and
begged Randi. "Fuck me, honey, do it, please," she murmured
hoarsely, looking at her blood-engorged breasts and nipples.
"Bite them. Bite them and fuck me. Hurry."
"Oh Miss Laura, I ain't hurryin'," Randi teased,
adopting a common put-on, Laura had found, used by these
beautiful black darlings. "I enjoyin' every minute of
strokin' yo pretty white body."
And she did stroke it, and kiss it, dangling her sexy
braids so that they trailed along Laura's over-sensitized
flesh. She also dangled her scrumptious black breasts over
Laura's strangled balls, brushing her nipples against
Laura's, making Laura whimper uncontrollably, the urge to
come almost unbearable now. Finally, she pulled the long
end of the rope through Laura's thighs and up her back.
"Use the pillowcase, like I did," Laura coached her,
not wanting a rope burn on her shoulder for some other lover
to discover and question her about.
"Oh, of course, darling," Randi purred, dropping the
slave girl routine now. "I wouldn't want to harm this
beautiful body in any way. I love your body. I love to
fuck you and your body."
"You'd better do it quick, you nasty black bitch,"
Laura smiled. "Just feeling your boobs brush against mine
almost made me come."
"You call me names just so I'll treat you rougher,"
Randi smiled back. "I know."
She threaded the rope under the knot between Laura's
breasts, then pulled the rope up, gently but firmly, not
letting it go slack. It bit into Laura's pussy and pulled
up on her throttled breasts, making her whimper, her eyes
water.
"Oh shit," she said under her breath.
Laura was far gone. Her body was a distended balloon,
ready to pop. Randi, though enjoying herself immensely in
torturing Laura, realized it.
"Oh god, baby, you've got to come," she whispered.
"I'm going to make you come."
"Oh . . . please!" Laura begged.
"Yes, baby . . . yes," Randi breathed, pulling up on
the rope even harder, then beginning to yank it
rhythmically, as Laura had done to her.
This nearly made Laura come in and of itself. The rope
crushed her erect clit, and her breasts swelled, throbbing
wildly. At the same time as she jerked up on the rope,
Randi sucked one of Laura's nipples, and then bit it
sharply. Laura began to come violently.
"Auungghhh! Ohnnggg . . . ah ah unngghhh!" she
groaned, thrashing about on the bed, her body arching and
shuddering as a second wave of coming hit her.
Randi sucked and bit her other nipple the same way,
still fucking Laura with the rope, pulling it up, yanking
it. And Laura succumbed to another shattering orgasm, this
one draining the breath from her completely as shockwaves of
rapture rocked her quivering body. After these two violent
climaxes, Randi relaxed the rope, and Laura went limp,
totally destroyed by a devastating bliss.
She looked up, as if returning to consciousness, to
find Randi untying her.
"Gosh, girl, did I do that?" Randi asked, unlooping the
rope from Laura's breasts. "Did I look like that? You look
like you just had the most wonderful and most painful
orgasms ever at the same time."
Laura smiled weakly at her. "Didn't yours feel like
that?"
"Come to think of it, they did," Randi grinned,
crinkling her nose. "Sex with you is the best sex I ever
had in my life. I didn't know it could be like this."
Now that Laura was no longer tied up, they could
embrace, feeling the entire length of their naked bodies
sliding together for the first time that day. They kissed
romantically. Randi was dreamy-eyed.
"Now can we make love normally? Just kiss and . . .
you know, lick? I didn't even get to lick you. I love to
lick you."
"I love to lick you, you sweet creature. How can you
ever sleep with that beastly boyfriend after the beautiful
music we make together?"
"Mmmm, sometimes I wonder," Randi said as they began to
make love, slowly, tenderly, patiently.
It was the kind of love Laura had made with Shavon,
sweet, endless, agonizingly pleasurable, full of tenderness
and curiosity and ardent seizures of ecstacy. Laura tried
to put out of her mind her confusion at loving both of them,
as well as the others, equally. How could I feel this with
them all? she wondered. But she and Randi had several more
orgasms together, and an altogether blissful evening,
spoiled only by Randi's departure, around ten o'clock.
"If I stayed, we'd just fuck all night," she whispered
to Laura. "You're a horny, very horny woman, Laura. Much
worse than any man I ever knew."
Laura laughed. "You aren't going to blame it all on
me."
Randi laughed and shook her head. "I can't keep my
hands off you. And you know, I forgot, you didn't even show
me those toys you were going to show me."
She looked crestfallen. Laura kissed her. "Something
to look forward to."
Randi shook her head in disbelief. "After tonight,
girl, I don't know what to look forward to."
"All I can say is that you won't be disappointed."