Chapter 222
Randi came into Laura's office unexpectedly. It was
after lunch, and she looked distressed, sad, guilty, very
tentative, unsure of how Laura would react. On the other
hand, she looked ravishing, as usual, in a short beige knit
skirt and a snugly-fitting orange silk blouse that showed
off her jutting breasts. Her long shapely legs were
marvelously exposed, and her braids swirled sexily around
her shoulders.
But she was not happy. "Can I close the door?"
"Should you?" Laura asked, coldly. "Maybe someone will
think something unusual is happening in here. Maybe someone
will tell Rhonda."
"Oh Laura . . . please."
Laura softened. "Oh go ahead. Close it for a minute."
Laura couldn't help the way she felt either. Just the
sight of Randi pinched her heart. She wanted her
desperately, more than ever, it seemed, drinking in the
sight of her beautiful face and long, lean, curvaceous body.
They had fucked so heatedly, so many times. They had fought
and scratched and bitten each other, and brought each other
to repeated, wild, convulsive, incandescent orgasms. How
could I not love her? How could she sleep with that cunt
Rhonda?
As she turned back to Laura after closing the door,
Randi's eyes were glistening. She came over to Laura's
desk, looking contrite, apologetic.
"Can you forgive me for what happened?"
"What do you mean?" Laura didn't want to make it easy.
"You know, what I said. Last time."
Laura looked out the window, acting icy and aloof, the
way she had seen Deshona behave in the early stages, though
Deshona had done it for different reasons.
"Didn't you two hit if off?" she said, icily nasty.
She turned back to see one fat tear slide down Randi's
smooth, black cheek. She wanted to kiss it, lick it.
Randi looked away, unwilling to meet Laura's hard gaze.
"We . . . spent some time together. She's . . . very nice.
Nicer than you might think."
"Do you want me to sit back while you tell me all the
gory details?"
Randi looked back, catching Laura's eyes, frowning.
"You don't need to be cruel. I came to apologize."
"For what? Taunting me?"
"No. For hurting you."
"Honey, if you are so crazy to have that cunt Rhonda
Reardon praise your gorgeous little black pussy, then who am
I to stand in the way."
"You don't even care?"
Now Laura gulped, in spite of herself. It was hard to
lie about this. She did care. She was eaten up by hot
jealousy. She hated Rhonda, and she despised Randi for
using Rhonda on her. And a horrible gnawing pain came and
went in her stomach at the thought of them fucking together.
Laura looked down at her desk, at her hands. "I care,"
she croaked softly.
Randi came around the desk. She put one hand on
Laura's shoulder. "I love you, Laura."
Laura was out of her chair in a second. They grabbed
each other and kissed ravenously, almost knocking over
Laura's office chair in the process. Though they had had
some very heated sex together in the past, Laura wondered if
they had ever felt this hungry for each other. She devoured
Randi's mouth, driving her tongue into it, digging her
fingers into Randi's ass through her skirt.
"Oh god, I want you!" she gasped. "I never wanted you
this much!"
"Oh Laura . . . I know! I feel it too. She never
meant anything like this to me."
"Please shut up about her. Don't say anything."
Laura kissed her neck, smooth and black. She
unbuttoned the back of the orange blouse.
"Careful, it cost me a lot," Randi panted. "Oh! Do
you think anyone will come in?"
"I want you. I don't care."
"I know," Randi panted, kissing Laura's neck now,
squeezing Laura's breasts through her clothing. "I know . .
. god, I want you!"
Stooping, Laura got her hands under Randi's short skirt
and pulled it up her thighs. She let one hand slide up
between them, slipping two fingers under the elastic of
Randi's panties. Randi's pussy was flooding with warm
juice, and Laura's fingers slid right into it.
"Unh!" Randi gasped in shocked pleasure, a little more
loudly than either would have preferred.
"Quiet," Laura cautioned. "Somebody will hear."
"Maybe we should just go to your place . . . or mine,"
Randi panted, biting her full lower lip as Laura continued
to fuck her pussy with her fingers.
"I can't wait," Laura panted back to her, pulling her
down onto the floor beside the desk.
"Oh god, Laura, we could get fired."
"Just bite your hand or something when you come," Laura
said, pulling Randi's white lacy panties down her long,
spectacular legs.
She threw them across the room to get them out of the
way. Randi, though terrified, opened her thighs for Laura,
revealing the inflamed, glistening magenta cleft of her open
pussy, fringed with tight black curls, her sinuous black
pussylips all puffy and wet with juice. Randi had one of
the most beautiful pussies of all, and Laura was enraptured
at the sight of this familiar, exquisitely lovely feast.
Nobody can eat this beautiful pussy like I can,
darling, she thought, pressing her lips hungrily to Randi's
hot, oozing quim. Apparently Randi felt that way too
because as soon as Laura's lips touched her pussy, she began
to toss and writhe on the floor, whimpering and churning her
hips, swirling her pussy up into Laura's mouth.
"Oh god, Laura, yes!" she gasped, looking down her half-
clothed body at Laura's face between her thighs. "Just like
that! Oh shit, I'm going to come so fast if you do that!"
I'll bet Rhonda can't make you come fast, Laura
thought, licking her lips, swallowing Randi's tangy cunt
nectars, feeling them smear her lips and coat her tongue.
Oh god, I love this girl! I love your sweet pussy, Randi.
I don't care if we do get fired, I couldn't help myself,
I've got to have you like this, right now! Come on, honey,
come, I can make you come, come right now, she could never
do this for you!
Half of her wanted to slow down, to savor this sweet,
gorgeous pussy she had so often and so lovingly licked. The
other half of her wanted to rape and ravish it, plunge her
fist into it, make Randi scream in the grip of a shattering
convulsion of blinding ecstacy. But she didn't have much
choice in the matter, it turned out.
"Oh! Oh Laura!"
"Shhhhh! Quiet . . . try not to cry out."
"Oh god, I can't help it. It feels so good! Oh Laura
. . . now I think . . . yes now! Ungghhhh!"
Randi came in a sharp spasm, her whole pelvis rising
off the floor, jerking and pumping spastically as the jolts
hit her. Laura didn't think Randi had moaned loudly enough
to be heard, but on the other hand she wasn't sure.
Following her first groan, she had dissolved into tiny,
bitten-off squeaks and mewlings.
Laura's lips were coated with warm cunt juice, and she
smiled as she looked up Randi's now-relaxing body to her
face, seeing the expression of almost sublime pleasure that
gripped the girl's beautiful features.
Randi's eyes came open, and she batted them and giggled
at Laura, as if embarrassed to have come so quickly and so
hard. They were both locked in a semi-hypnotic trance of
sex and love and barely heard the quick rap on the door,
which then opened a crack. Deshona Reed stuck her head
around the edge of the door.
"Laura, are you there? I was just in town and I
thought-"
She stopped. Randi, though her eyes were still glazed,
could see Deshona, but Laura had to whip her head around.
Oh god! she thought.
Deshona didn't even come all the way into the office.
She looked down at them with horror and shock. Randi's
skirt was hiked up, her panties on the other side of the
office, her thighs spread, and Laura's face was in her
crotch, Laura's lips glistening and wet, Randi's pussy red
and gaping. Also, it was hard to conceal the fact that
Randi had just had a powerful orgasm; she was still panting
and stunned.
"Oh god," Laura said aloud, though softly.
Without another word, Deshona withdrew her head and
closed the door. Randi sighed and giggled again, sitting
up, even caressing Laura's cheek with one finger.
"Guess Miss Uppity got an eyeful this time, eh?" she
said. "Thank god it wasn't anybody else."
"You mean Rhonda?" Laura asked, cuttingly.
Randi glowered at her. "No, I meant `anybody else.'
Why do you have to be so mean? After this? It was
beautiful."
Laura couldn't suppress a small grin. "And dangerous.
You better . . . you know," she gestured at Randi's
scrumptious and naked lower body, her long, dark, shapely
legs beckoning Laura's lust to awaken again.
Randi leaned closer to Laura, catching Laura's mouth
with her own, slithering her tongue inside. She let her
hand fall to Laura's hem, then slid it between Laura's
thighs.
"You didn't get to come," she whispered. "I can make
you come too."
"I know you can. You're almost doing it right now.
But it's too dangerous. Somebody already came in. What if
somebody else does?"
"Don't you want me to fuck you?" Randi pouted
theatrically.
Laura smiled. "You don't know how much. Let's go
somewhere for lunch."
Now Randi pouted genuinely. "I have a lunch meeting.
Let's make it after work."
Laura wanted to ask if the meeting was with Rhonda, but
she restrained herself. She leaned forward and kissed Randi
back, a scorching, searing kiss.
"I love you too, Randi," Laura whispered against her
moving lips. "My place after work."
"I can't wait."
Randi smiled, eyes glistening with tears of happiness
now. Laura helped her by retrieving her panties from across
the room and handing them to her. Randi pulled them on and
rearranged her skirt, doing it slowly and elaborately in
order to enjoy Laura's eyes on her amazing legs.
"I'll sit back down at my desk, and you go out as if we
were just having a little meeting , okay?" Laura said.
"Just in case anyone is curious."
"I didn't make too much noise, did I?" Randi asked,
concerned.
"I don't know. I was too involved."
Randi tittered and looked scandalized. She put her
hand on Laura's, communicating another `I love you' with her
eyes. Then, after Laura returned to her desk, she opened
the door and left.
My, aren't we a happy little loving pair, Laura
thought, with a trace of irony and not a little bitterness.
Something must've happened with Rhonda. I wonder what it
was. Randi was so soft, so sweet . . . so ingratiating,
trying to make me forget. Trying to apologize. Even
risking her job to give me her body.
But Laura couldn't spend a lot of time thinking about
it because she got a call from Yvette. "Oh god, Laura, I
need your help. I think I'm a little out of my depth here.
I got assigned this project . . . and I don't know what to
do!"
Her voice trailed up in semi-hysteria at the end of
this sentence. Laura tried to calm her.
"Calm down. Calm down, honey. Okay? Now . . . tell
me the details."
Yvette launched into a lengthy summary of a complex
report she had been asked to do, by Rhonda or one of
Rhonda's underlings. Laura listened patiently. It was
true-they both knew it, in fact even Rhonda knew it-that
Yvette had been promoted to a position where she actually
was out of her depth. She had got to that point by making
her body available to those who craved it, to Rhonda and
others. But she was not unintelligent and merely lacked
experience with the tools and methods she was being asked to
use.
It was mean, however, to test her this way, and Laura
didn't want to see the girl fail. "I'll be right there,"
she said quietly.
She went to Yvette's office. Remembering Randi, she
left the door ajar so as not to arouse suspicion. This made
her think of Deshona for the first time since Deshona had
peeked in and discovered Laura and Randi in possibly the
most intimate of positions. Laura's feelings were
marvelously, intriguingly mixed. She felt very guilty for
having been caught like that. She also felt a thrilling
sense of triumph at having hurt Deshona, in return for the
way Deshona had hurt her.
But she also knew it wasn't that simple. Why had
Deshona popped in like that unless it was to make amends, to
try to soothe Laura's feelings, maybe to try to get back
together with her, to apologize? Deshona had got more than
she bargained for. She had long thought of Randi as her
major rival with Laura. In fact, they thought of each other
that way. That was the reason Randi had gloated afterward.
And Deshona had seen Laura with her face between Randi's
beautiful thighs, her lips smeared with Randi's delicious
cunt ooze.
Oh god, she'll never speak to me again! Laura realized.
But right now, she had to help Yvette. It didn't help that
Yvette also, as usual, looked ravishing, and that since
Laura had got herself all steamed up with Randi, and got no
release, she desperately wanted to touch Yvette's smooth
black skin, her hair, her body.
She wore a violet angora sweater, cut low at the throat
to show off her delicious smooth skin and perfect bones.
She was much darker than Randi, and her long, flowing black
hair was so unusual that Laura wanted to run her fingers
through it, a feeling she often had, and had sometimes
surrendered to. In fact, as they both knew, Yvette had
everything it took to ring all of Laura's bells at once, and
she never hesitated to flaunt every bit of it.
"You're looking at me like you have something in mind
other than helping me with this report," Yvette smiled
mischievously.
"I can't help it. You are too gorgeous."
Yvette frowned with worry. "It only got me here. I
won't keep me here."
Laura sighed. I don't know about that, she thought.
After losing Stevie, Rhonda won't be very quick to show you
the door, darling. April is a delight, but she's not enough
to hold the blonde vampire's interest for long. Too sweet.
She needs someone like you, almost as devious as she is.
"Bring that stuff over here to the table where we can
spread it out," she said.
For the next three hours, they struggled together with
Yvette's project. Laura had done similar things many times
in the past and showed Yvette how to organize it, parse it,
package it, and present it. Yvette paid close attention and
took notes.
Finally, when it was about complete, she looked across
the table at Laura with veiled eyelids. "We haven't done it
since that night at the party," she whispered.
Laura, already desperately horny from her encounter
with Randi on the floor of her own office, swallowed
uncomfortably. "I know." Her eyes held Yvette's. "God, it
was exciting."
Yvette looked around, instinctively, since both knew no
one else was in the office. "I know a place."
"A place?"
"A secret place. Not really a secret, but nobody uses
it. It's a woman's lounge, up on the twelfth floor." She
winked. "You can lock it."
Laura shook her head. "Just our luck somebody would
walk in." She thought again ruefully of Deshona.
Yvette giggled. "We lock it, silly. Come on, I'll
show you."
Half reluctantly, half quivering internally with urgent
sexual need, Laura followed her to the elevator, letting her
eyes linger on the hard high curve of Yvette's lovely ass
under her skirt, an ass second in beauty only to her sister
Chanitra's. Then her eyes fell to Yvette's long legs, just
as long as Randi's, though Yvette wore lengthier skirts.
These tall lovely girls, Laura marveled, with their
shockingly beautiful legs. Both of them are a little taller
than I. God, I adore them both and want them so bad!
Both she and Yvette, having fucked surreptitiously in
various offices throughout the building for years, knew how
to do this. They walked as if on their way to a meeting,
carrying folders and day planners, gesturing as if
discussing some deep business issue. One reason the lounge
was apparently not used very much, Laura noticed as they
walked through the warren of empty and dark cubicles, was
that this part of the company had been recently reorganized,
and many tasks formerly done on this floor had been
transferred to Hong Kong. The floor was nearly vacant.
When they got to Yvette's secret place and shut the
door behind them, they both dissolved into helpless
laughter.
"We bad, girl," Yvette laughed, tears coming to her
eyes.
She twisted the lock shut.
"Are you sure nobody will come in here, or knock? What
if somebody has a key?" Laura asked, nervous.
"Don't you trust me?" Yvette smirked.
"Well, at least I know you didn't do it in here with
the blonde bitch," Laura said. "She doesn't need to sneak
around."
Yvette made a face. "You're such a sourpuss. You'd
think all I do is run around screwing Rhonda just to make
you jealous."
"No," Laura pursed her lips. "You do it for other
reasons. It just has a byproduct of making me jealous."
Yvette came over to her, raising her long, slender
black fingers to Laura's face, caressing her cheeks. "I
think it's so sweet that you're jealous. Making you jealous
really turns me on. It makes me all wet and horny, and I
want to do it with you, hard and fast, like we used to do
it."
"God, me too," Laura confessed. "I think you're so
gorgeous."
"Thank you for helping me with my deliverable," Yvette
said, suddenly sultry and seductive. "I'm going to give you
something in return."
Laura, who was usually the sexual aggressor, as she had
been that morning with Randi, was pleasantly surprised to
find Yvette pulling her over to the drab and worn-looking
sofa by the window, then pulling her down onto it and
kissing Laura hungrily. Suddenly, she was on top of Laura,
kissing her neck, unbuttoning her blouse, kissing down
between Laura's breasts, between her bra cups.
"Oh shit, you had to wear one that fastens in the
back," she said, exasperated.
"I can take it off, if you want," Laura smiled.
"I can take it off myself. I want these beautiful
boobs in my mouth."
This really set Laura's blood, already surging, on
fire. She helped Yvette loosen the blouse without removing
it entirely, then waited while Yvette embraced her,
unfastening her bra behind her, then pushing the loose cups
up to get at Laura's naked breasts. She dropped her mouth
to them immediately, pinching and sucking Laura's tingling
nipples until Laura, already overheated from this morning,
almost came from that alone.
"Unnhhh! You better do it . . . or I'll come before
you do it," she panted to Yvette.
Yvette smiled and kissed her mouth, still pinching
Laura's wet, erect nipples. "You wouldn't deprive me of my
pleasure, would you? I want to lick you. You want me to
lick you, don't you?"
"Oh god . . . Yvette, yes! Hurry. Oh god, I'm so
horny for you."
"Mmmm, that makes two of us," Yvette purred, slipping
down the sofa, pulling up Laura's skirt, skimming Laura's
panties down and off her legs.
She did it all in one fluid motion, pushing apart
Laura's thighs and pressing her mouth to Laura's flowing,
throbbing pussy so quickly that Laura was overcome by an
irresistible wave of sexual excitement. She knew she was so
aroused that she would come in seconds.
"Oh! Oh!" she gasped, twisting uncontrollably.
"Don't come yet," Yvette complained softly. "I want to
enjoy this."
"I . . . can't help it!" Laura gasped. "Oh honey! Oh
honey!"
"Shhh . . . Laura! Somebody might hear you. Mmmm, I
love your pussy. How does this feel?"
"Oh . . . Jesus! Ungghh! Auungghhhh!" Laura cried
out, her body wrenched by fierce explosions of hot, quick
coming. "Unngghiiieemmnnggeee!"
She came in more fierce shocks, alarming Yvette so much
that she slid one hand up to Laura's mouth to muffle the
loud moans. Laura thrashed and twisted under her on the
sofa until the spasms began to wane, leaving her stunned and
panting. She opened her eyes, feeling Yvette's mouth on
hers. Yvette was beaming, kissing her passionately, even
though Laura was still too shattered to kiss back.
"Wow, you really let it all out that time," Yvette
beamed. "I love to make you come like that."
Laura smiled up at her wanly. "I love it when you do."
She reached up and began to unbutton Yvette's sweater as
Yvette leaned down to kiss her again. "I want to eat you
alive."
Yvette pouted and posed as Laura got her sweater loose
enough to get to her bra clasp. "I want to be naked in bed
with you," she complained. "Not on some old dirty sofa in
the office."
She was still leaning over Laura, and as her bra went
loose, as Laura unclasped it, her small, beautiful breasts
dangled in Laura's face. Laura guided one perfect dark
globe into her mouth easily, sucking Yvette's thick,
swelling nipple and pinching it between the roof of her
mouth and her tongue. She heard a sharp intake of breath
from the girl. Her mouth quickly moved to Yvette's other
nipple, hungry, sucking hard, squeezing her firm breasts
too, really wanting to devour her, as she had said.
"Oh Laura . . . oh yessss!" Yvette moaned, pushing her
breasts into Laura's face. "God, nobody can do it the way
you do it."
Music to my ears, Laura thought. You let them all fuck
you, but I'm the only one who can really do it for you,
right, darling? Oh, I love these beautiful springy breasts
and thick black nipples. I am going to swallow them.
But Yvette was already very overheated. She began to
pant semi-hysterically, and twist and tremble. "God . . . I
think if you just touch my pussy, I'll come!" she gasped.
"Oh no . . . oh no," Laura said, releasing her nipple,
trying to calm her down a little. "I want to lick the
world's most beautiful pussy. You aren't going to deprive
me of that."
Yvette, still very aroused, smiled disarmingly. "You
might only get in a few licks," she grinned as they
readjusted their bodies, with Yvette now on the bottom, on
her back on the sofa, Laura on top but down between her long
legs.
Together, they skimmed off Yvette's panties. Yvette
truly had a beautiful pussy, a hall-of-fame pussy, with long
wavy cuntlips, a perfectly shaped little glossy black tent
at the top sheltering the round purplish berry of her
largish clit. The interior was bright, hot pink, all
glistening and runny with fresh juices, a succulent feast
for Laura's hungry mouth.
"Mmmm, a few licks is better than no licks," she
murmured, touching her lips to the puckering nether mouth,
slipping her tongue inside.
Yvette seemed nearly to perish with ecstacy. She
sighed, and her whole long delicious half-clothed black body
undulated in one wave.
"Ohhnnnnnn!"
She was very close, Laura knew. Yvette had warned her,
and Yvette's body now betrayed all the evidence of teetering
on the very edge of a crushing climax. But I want to eat
this beautiful pussy forever, Laura thought. I can never
get enough of her, even now, after so many times. Slowly,
she licked Yvette's creamy, gaping pussy from top to bottom,
then back up, taking care not to touch Yvette's clit with
her tongue, not wanting to trigger the inevitable explosion.
But this could only go on so long. Yvette was pumping
now, pushing her pelvis up and grinding her pussy into
Laura's mouth, her hips quivering spastically in the air as
she tried to come, tried to make Laura do it harder, faster.
"Oh! Oh Laura! Yes! Oh god yes do it hard! Yes now!
Oh now now . . . auunngghhh! Mmnngghheeee!" she squealed,
quickly turning her head to the side to muffle her squeals
against the back of the sofa.
Laura had rarely seen anything more beautiful in life
than Yvette coming. Or Randi coming, as she had seen
earlier that same day. It was so exhilarating and erotic
that she knew why watching a beautiful girl come only made
her want to fuck the girl more. To make it happen again,
and again. She slid up to kiss the panting Yvette, brushing
the long black hair out of her face, slithering her tongue
between Yvette's sensual lips.
"I love fucking you," she breathed. "I want to be in a
bed naked with you too. We have to find a way."
They both looked down at their clothes, half on, half
off, disheveled and in total disarray, at risk of being
shockingly wrinkled and soiled. Both realized at once that
they couldn't linger any longer here. They sat up and began
to refasten and rebutton.
"Seems like we're always in a hurry," Yvette said,
while getting Laura to re-clasp her necklace, which had come
loose in their sweet struggles.
"We are. I always want you so bad, I can't wait."
Yvette smiled, purely pleased and flattered. "Remember
when you handcuffed me to the bed and tied up my boobs?" she
said, looking down at them, though they were now safely back
in her bra and inside her sweater.
"How could I forget that?"
"I want to do it again."
Laura felt the raging fire leap up again in her pussy.
She wanted it too. "Soon," she promised. "You arrange to
get away. Then let me know ahead of time."
"Oh, so you won't be off screwing some other little
black ho? I know you, Laura. I see the way you look at
some of those girls, including that cute one with the big
ass that Rhonda took away from you before you could ruin her
career."
She must mean April, Laura thought.
"And I know you were screwing Sholandra Mason. Rhonda
told me. Plus, you know that pretty, stuck-up, `I'm All
That' girl with the braids that I see hanging around your
office? I'll bet you my next month's paycheck you been
licking her pussy just as hot as you licked mine. Am I
right?"
She was taunting and teasing Laura, but only half-
teasing. Laura couldn't stop the red from rising in her
face. Oh shit, I wish you would cut it out! she thought.
"All lies," she said boldly.
"Like hell they are lies," Yvette smiled. "You just
have a thing for the sisters. It's okay. I know we better.
We better at fucking, we better at sucking, we better at
making Laura come, we better at-"
She ran out of examples. Her invention failed her, but
her eyes were still bright with humor and playful scorn.
"I get the point," Laura said.
"You should try doing it with Rhonda," Yvette said,
unable to stop teasing. "It'd be fun seeing you two horny
old white lesbians getting it on. She really isn't so bad,
you know. Kind of hot, sometimes. She has a great body.
On the other hand, since she ain't black, she probably
wouldn't light your fire."
Laura felt a tear roll down her cheek. She knew it was
a cheap manipulation, but it came anyway.
"Why are you being so mean?"
Yvette's beautiful face fell. "I'm sorry. I . . .
think it's jealousy. Nothing in my life is like you,
Laura."
They were on the point of unlocking the door and
leaving the lounge. Laura kissed her. "Nothing for me is
like you either," she said. "I wish you could believe
that."
Yvette gave her a tight but affectionate smile. "I
wish I could too." She kissed Laura back, warmly. "Let me
leave first . . . so it don't look like we been fuckin' our
happy brains out in here."
Laura nodded. She waited five minutes before making
her way out through the deserted cubicle warren, back to the
elevator, and back to her office. As well as feeling
sexually satisfied-it had been very hot encounter with
Yvette on the sofa-she felt a real sadness that Yvette was
so jealous, that she had to share her with others, that
Yvette was clearly on to her, too. She knew Laura couldn't
resist Randi, or April, or Sholandra. It was all so
complicated, and yet her heart raced with she thought back
to what they had just done.
Her heart also raced when five o'clock came, and she
remembered that she and Randi would be doing it again too.
She could feel her heart beating faster as she drove home.
Randi arrived only minutes later.
"Laura, I saw you on the freeway," she said, getting
out of her car, showing off her legs for anyone who cared to
look. "You just about mowed down two semi trucks. Girl,
you were in a hurry.""
Laura reached out and took several long strands of
Randi's braids in her hands, caressing them almost
lustfully. "Look what I was racing to meet," she breathed
in a sultry, invitational voice. "You know, if you think
what we did in my office was hot, wait until I get you
upstairs."
Randi gave her a ravishing, fuck-me smile. "I think
you're trying to come on to me, lady. Is that right?"
"What if I say yes?"
"I think `yes' is just the magic word I need to hear,"
Randi's eyes sparkled. "Let's get up there quick."
As usual, Laura was deathly afraid that they would run
into either Kendra or Jane, but the coast was clear. Inside
her apartment, they at least managed to get to Laura's
bedroom before hurriedly undressing one another. Now they
were alone and had nothing to fear, nothing to interrupt
them, nothing to prevent a slow, lingering kiss, or a
painstakingly tender caress.
This was what Yvette had so plaintively said she wanted
earlier today in the locked lounge where she and Laura had
fucked passionately on the sofa: to be alone together naked
in a bed. And now here I am with Randi, Laura thought, who
Yvette correctly picked as one of her main rivals. Oh god,
I am such a little tramp, but I can't live without them.
Any of them.
They undressed slowly, enjoying the sight of each
other's body being gradually revealed. Laura couldn't keep
her eyes off Randi's. That morning in her office, she had
hungrily eaten Randi's gorgeous pussy, but she had not
touched the rest of her body, and now, seeing Randi remove
her bra just about paralyzed Laura with desire and
fascination.
"How many times have we done this, do you think?" Randi
asked, giving Laura a seductive smile, turning slightly so
that her lovely young naked breasts swayed, her thick black
nipples giving off a dark sheen.
"Not enough," Laura said, finally naked herself,
pulling Randi down with her on the bed. "I never can get
enough of you."
"I think you must be very horny after this morning,"
Randi murmured, kissing Laura's shoulder, then her neck.
"You didn't get to come. Only me. Before that ugly little
troll you like so much poked her head in the door."
Laura was on the verge of blushing since the memory of
the hot fucking she had done with Yvette almost got the
better of her. I did come, honey, only not with you.
Please don't see me blushing. Oh, kiss me and fuck me and
just don't even think about the others!
Randi was delighted to oblige, as if reading Laura's
mind. Again Laura, usually the aggressor, was the love
object as Randi pushed her onto her back and began to kiss
her way systematically down Laura's body. She spent a long
time on Laura's breasts, longer than anyone had spent in
months, Laura thought, toying with Laura's soft coral
nipples, and squeezing the small, perfect globes, until
Laura could feel the warm, buttery nectars in her pussy
almost running down her thighs.
"Ohhhh . . . Randi . . . you're so sweet, so good," she
sighed, watching her wet, erect nipples disappear into
Randi's sensual mouth, feeling Randi's tongue swirl around
them and drive her into a sexual frenzy. "Oh god that feels
good."
"Gon' feel even better, girl," Randi panted. "I'm
going to make that pretty pussy of yours take off like a
rocket."
"Oh yes! Oh yes!" Laura panted as Randi slipped lower.
It was heaven. All thoughts of her afternoon tryst
with Yvette left her mind as Randi began to tongue-tease and
finger her wet, aching pussy. She took Randi's braids in
her hands, fondling them, letting them slither through her
fingers, finding it mysteriously and wildly erotic, which
Randi, smiling, realized.
"You like those braids, don't you, Laura," she purred,
still licking Laura's wet pussy slowly, cleverly. "They
turn you on, don't they. Sexy braids. You said that to me
once. You dig them, don't you."
"Oh god, yes," Laura panted, reeling from the sweet,
pulsing sensations in her pussy, drawing closer to the edge
as Randi probed the warm, wet sleeve with two long fingers.
"I love you . . . Randi. Ungghhh! Oh!"
"You love fucking, girl," Randi grinned. "You love me
to suck your pussy like this. That's what you love. I
don't blame you. I love it too."
Laura wasn't going to argue the point. Randi's
intention was to bring her to the edge of a sharp,
shattering orgasm, and she had done it. Laura was clawing
the sheets, gyrating her pelvis, then grabbing and pulling
her own tingling nipples as she felt herself draw closer to
the final spasms. Oh god, let it be now! she thought. I
love this beautiful girl, why won't she believe me?
Randi's fingers now were wet and greasy with Laura's
cunt juices, and she easily slid the long middle one down
between Laura's clenching buns, wiggling it up into Laura's
ass almost before Laura knew what was coming. Her twisting
body suddenly stiffened, as if an electric shock had gripped
her. A sharp intake of breath whistled through her teeth.
"Ahhnnn! Oh!" She looked down at Randi's beautiful
face between her thighs, catching Randi's glistening, happy,
hungry eyes. "Oh yes . . . honey. Anngghhh!"
Smiling, Randi began to fuck Laura's ass with the
finger, at the same time flicking Laura's erect, throbbing
clit with her tongue. Laura began to feel the horrible,
wonderful, raging, swelling bubble begin to expand inside
her. Only a few days ago she had had Damon's long, stiff
prick sliding in and out of her ass this way, and she
marveled at how Randi's long, thin finger could feel equally
thrilling as it probed and drilled her ass in a slow,
sensual rhythm, while Randi lavished her final tongue-
caresses on Laura's inflamed pussy.
Her body shook and trembled. Soft, helpless mewlings
came from her throat, and her pelvis rocked, shaking
spastically as Randi increased the tempo, knowing Laura's
end was near.
"You're going to do it, Laura . . . you're going to
come . . . right . . . now," she chanting softly, fucking
Laura hard, hard, hard with her finger, sucking Laura's clit
between her lips.
Laura nearly blacked out. The onslaught of her orgasm
was fierce, a sharp, crushing blow that buckled her flexing
naked body, then left her moaning and quivering, toes
curling, in the grip of a horrific rapturous spasm.
"Auungghhhh! Ohngggg! Ungh! Oh! Oh yes yes yes!
Ungghhhh!" she groaned, undulating and shuddering as wave
after wave of killing pleasure swept through her flesh.
Sometimes the strength of an orgasm was out of all
proportion to its immediate cause, she knew, and though
Randi had fucked her well, and hard, she knew this was
somehow a result of the whole day's events: the episode on
the floor of her office, Deshona's accidental intrusion, her
tryst with Yvette, and now her second round with Randi.
Somehow all this had accumulated into the opportunity for a
truly shattering orgasm, and this was it.
The strength of her climax even seemed to impress
Randi. She gingerly removed her finger from Laura's
asshole, wiping it on the edge of the sheet, and quickly
embraced the still-quivering Laura, kissing her cheek
tenderly, cooing to her.
"I never saw you come that hard," she whispered. "Are
you sure you're okay?"
Laura blinked away the small residue of tears that the
shocking climax had left clouding her eyes. "I hardly ever
do come that hard," she admitted.
This made Randi's day. She beamed like a small child
opening a Christmas present. "See, I am good for
something."
Laura pulled her back down and embraced her
aggressively. "You're good for everything."
They kissed deeply, a long, soulful kiss. Laura tried
to communicate through the kiss, without saying it aloud,
that Rhonda would never be able to supply this kind of
moment. They whispered small, affectionate things to each
other. Laura again played with Randi's fetching braids,
curling them around her fingers.
"Sexy braids," she whispered.
"I came that hard when you did me with the rope," Randi
whispered back. "Remember?"
"Darling, I could never forget that."
"Let's do it again. Right now."
Laura was both troubled and amused at the same time.
Through some impulse that she herself barely understood, she
had begun pulling back from the rougher sort of bondage play
she had once indulged in. She had been genuinely disturbed
(though sexually thrilled) by her last encounter with
Earlene, and she had several times tried to convince Karen
that they could have sex without including
pain-unsuccessfully, she had to admit. But the more she
tried to avoid it, the more some of them brought it up.
Yvette, earlier today, had wanted to do it again, and now
Randi. Laura wanted to discourage them, but she was not
immune to the deep, dangerous excitement of the idea, and
when they seemed to want it, she could feel a hot,
relentless throbbing and itching deep inside her pussy that
she recognized as consent, as agreement, as a hot hunger for
it too.
"You sure you want to?" she asked softly, running one
finger down Randi's silky cheek to her chin, her long
beautiful black neck, her peerless throat, down, down to one
luscious round breast, circling the big, bulbous, black
nipple with her fingertip.
Randi smiled, deviously. "I've been a bad girl," she
said, with an ambiguity that made Laura wonder if she was
playacting or telling the truth. "Maybe you should punish
me."
Without replying, Laura leaned down and pulled out the
long white rope from under the bed, piling the coils on the
sheet between them where they sat. Her throbbing eyes
caught Randi's and held them. Randi looked half-terrified
and also deep in a lust trance, her black eyes shiny and
dilated.
Laura picked up the rope, made a round coil with it,
and slipped the slack noose over Randi's naked breast, the
one she had just touched. They had been so hot for quick
fucking, both this morning and now, that Laura, who loved
Randi's beautiful naked breasts, had not even touched them
yet. I'm going to really enjoy this, she thought, alarmed
at her own deviant longings, the depravity she was giving
into.
Pulling the noose slowly tighter with both hands,
watching it close around the lovely dark globe, seeing
Randi's big nipple swell before her eyes, and glow with a
bright sheen, she asked softly, "How have you been bad,
little girl?"
"I . . . cheated," Randi said, her voice barely
audible.
Laura realized that they were both inventing this as
they went along. It was a dangerous moment, emotionally.
How much could Randi afford to reveal? How much did Laura
want her to reveal? Did they really want to do this?
"Oh?" Laura said, letting her voice rise in a
schoolmarmy way, looping a coil around Randi's other breast.
"And how did you cheat?"
Now Randi flirted bashfully, like a little girl,
enjoying herself. "I . . . let somebody touch me. In a
secret place."
"Mmmm. That was bad."
Laura hummed to herself and continued to wrap the coils
of rope around Randi's beautiful breasts, enjoying the
contrast of the white loops against the rich milk chocolate
of Randi's smooth skin.
I fall in love . . . too easily,
I fall in love . . . too fast,
I fall in love too terribly hard,
For love to ever last . . .
she hummed, pulling the coils tighter, until the skin of
each bulging breast grew taut and shiny. Both of Randi's
plump black nipples now protruded, big bulbous plums,
inviting Laura's mouth.
"And did you enjoy it when she touched you there?"
Laura asked softly, almost absently.
"Who said it was a `she'?" Randi asked, with a raised,
devilish eyebrow.
In spite of the situation, Laura blushed hotly. She
glowered at Randi and suddenly pulled the loops of rope
around both of Randi's breasts tighter.
"Ouch! Unghh!" Randi grimaced, tears suddenly welling
up in her eyes.
"It was a `she,' wasn't it?" Laura asked, harshly.
Randi nodded. She looked down at her strangled
breasts, so beautiful, so vulnerable. "You're hurting me."
Laura loosened the rope a little. After all, this was
play. It was serious, but it was play too. She also didn't
want to cut off the circulation, which would deaden the
sensation for Randi.
Now, without speaking further, she slowly wound the
rope around Randi's naked body, lifting and separating her
trussed-up breasts, coiling it around her midriff tightly,
so tightly that Randi gulped for air. Then she ran one
strand of rope down through Randi's crotch on either side of
her gorgeous, festering, swollen pussy, pulled them up
behind and tied one of Randi's wrists to each thigh.
"God, Laura, it's making me so hot," Randi panted,
breaking out of their game for a moment.
Looking directly into Randi's pulsing eyes, Laura
raised her hands to the girl's throttled breasts and gently
pinched both of Randi's large, swollen nipples. "How do you
think I should punish you?" she asked, disregarding Randi's
admission.
"I think you better spank me," Randi said. "I've been
bad. I cheated on you."
"And I hate you for it," Laura confessed. "I hate you
for letting her touch you there."
The wild, devious thrill she got from taunting Laura
came back into Randi's eyes, the expression Laura had seen
there before, when they had fought, once mildly, the other
time savagely and seriously, although it had ended in
scorching orgasmic eruptions.
"I let her do more than touch me," Randi said, gauging
its effect on Laura.
Laura couldn't disguise the pain on her face, and that
was exactly what Randi was looking for.
"I let her fuck me," Randi said in a low, even voice,
her eyes never wavering from Laura's. "I let her fuck me
nine times. I let her lick my pussy until I couldn't stand
the pleasure, and I came and came, over and over. In her
bed. She loved fucking me, and she loved my braids too,
like you."
Randi tossed her head and swished them around her
shoulders. Laura delivered a stinging slap to her cheek
before she could go on.
"Ahhiiee!" Randi cried out, recoiling, her eyes again
watering.
She fell to the mattress on her stomach, helped by a
hard push from Laura. Since her wrists were tied to her
sleek black thighs-what great foresight! Laura thought-her
round ass was completely exposed. It was not, as Laura had
reflected before, a world-class ass in the same tier as
Chanitra's, Jane's, Yvette's, or some others, because it
didn't have the high, hard, taut, round moons that Laura
prized so highly. Instead, it was a gently swelling bottom
that many would have found the absolute pinnacle of beauty,
smooth and modestly curved, and as she smacked it for the
first time with the flat of her palm, she realized that it
was maybe better than she had thought.
"Ohnngg! Owwnncchh! Ungghh! Oh! Oh god! Ohnnggg!"
Randi gasped as Laura began to spank her as hard as she
could.
In the midst of it, for a bizarre reason, Laura began
to feel guilty. How could she punish Randi for being
unfaithful to her when she herself routinely cheated on
every girlfriend with dozens of other girls? God, I'm far
worse than she is, she thought, but paradoxically, this only
made her want to spank Randi harder, and she struck the
smooth, swelling moons with the flat of her palm very hard,
at least ten times, making loud smacking noises that mingled
with Randi's cries of pain.
Laura spanked her so hard that her own hand began to
hurt too. Randi looked up at her, her cheeks streaked with
tears, eyes still brimming. She was now moaning and
blubbering, wincing from each hard blow Laura gave her. But
at the same time, Laura knew that it was more erotic than
painful for both of them. Instead of continuing to spank
the girl's delicious, clenching buns, she thrust her whole
hand down between Randi's thighs, sliding two fingers into
the girl's warm, soupy quim, finding all the evidence she
needed of Randi's arousal. She rubbed Randi's pussy
roughly, fucking her, raping her, digging her fingers deep
into the girl's squinchy, buttery channel.
"Ungghh!" Randi groaned. "Anngghh! Oh Laura . . . no!
Unghhh . . . you're hurting me! Please!"
But the meaning of her cries seemed curiously to fall
somewhere between `No, please stop' and `No, please don't
ever stop'. Having spanked her lovely bottom viciously,
Laura wanted to fuck her face to face, where she could mouth-
maul Randi's delectable breasts, throttled, bulging, and
strangled by the coils of rope. She turned Randi onto her
back, then fished under the bed with one hand, willing to
use whatever she came up with, so caught up in the wild
urgency of the moment that she couldn't stop.
Now everything seemed to happen in at double or triple
speed. They were both so gripped by the hot, throbbing
sexual urgency that nothing in the world existed but this
fierce hunger and need. Laura's hand found the huge double
dildo, the gigantic `dick' she had used on Charise, and
Jane, and Deshona, and Trina, astonishing them all, and she
drug it up onto the bed. In a second, before Randi even
knew what was going to happen, Laura had one end of it in
the girl's pussy and was pushing it in deeper.
"Ummnngghphhhmm!" Randi gulped and grunted in
disbelief, looking down at the thick, rippling rubber stalk
that protruded from her splayed, engorged pussy. "Oh god .
. . Laura!"
In a split second Laura had the other end of it in her
pussy too, pushing her groin forward, feeling the huge, fat,
cunt-splitting shaft penetrate her. She flung herself
forward onto Randi, jamming their groins together, grabbing
Randi's throttled breasts in her hands, squeezing the hard,
bulging balls sharply, kissing Randi's mouth feverishly,
then dropping her own mouth quickly to Randi's bursting,
popping nipples, pumping hard, sucking one black bulb into
her mouth and biting it passionately.
"Annghiiieee!" Randi cried out in pain and wild sexual
pleasure, writhing and struggling and pumping back. "Oh god
. . . oh shit! Ungghmmnngghiieee!"
She was screaming before she even came, but then she
started to come too, and her screams became gargled cries of
wrenching pleasure mingled with squeals of shock and pain.
Her body, still tightly trussed, arched, quivered, then
undulated awkwardly as the spasms of a fierce orgasm gripped
her. Laura continued to suck and bite her rope-encased
breasts in a mad fit of passion, sucking Randi's nipples so
hard that fresh whimpers of pain escaped Randi's throat.
Then Laura came too, a shocking, explosive climax that
struck her like several artillery shells.
"Ungghh! Oh! Unngghiieee!" she wailed, clutching
Randi convulsively as the huge tree sliding in and out of
her pussy made her erupt in hot spasms. "Oh Jesus . . .
ohhnnnn!"
She had forgotten how big the thing was, and how
explosively it could make you come, especially when you were
fucking another beautiful woman, and a woman you loved
desperately, a love orgasm mingled together with a regular
one borne of mere straight ahead fucking. It was like
having two orgasms at once, and as she blinked her eyes open
and gazed into Randi's-their faces only inches apart-she
could see the same recognition in Randi's eyes. They were
both dazed and thunderstruck by it.
But finally, after a minute of panting and regaining
her senses, Randi moved her head and smiled sardonically.
"You can take these damn painful ropes off me any time now,"
she said quietly, with a grin. "You nasty white lady
pervert."
Smiling back, Laura reluctantly pulled herself up,
feeling her skin peel away from Randi's where a thin film of
their sweat had glued their naked bodies together. "You're
the one who wanted to be punished," she reminded Randi
softly.
"You sure know how to deliver," Randi shook her head in
disbelief as Laura carefully untied and unwrapped the rope
from her body.
She tenderly kissed and caressed the rope marks on
Randi's delicious flesh. "I hate to hurt you."
"Like hell you do. You were getting a big charge out
of it," Randi's eyes twinkled. "Even my Mama never spanked
me that hard."
Laura gave her a playful, sexy pout. "You never were
unfaithful to her."
"I never was to you either, really," Randi said. "Do
you think Rhonda and I could ever do anything like that?"
She pointed down to the spot on the sheet where they had
just been so violently and exuberantly fucking.
But Laura didn't want to hear it, and shook her head,
feeling her eyes water. Somehow in the afterglow of their
hot sex, she felt all gushy and sentimental and freshly,
hotly jealous inside. I can't bear it, she thought. Please
don't even mention her name!
"I can't stand the thought of you with her," she
confessed.
"I know. You told me." Randi smiled sympathetically.
"Tell you what. I won't . . . you know, have anything to do
with her any more. And you don't sleep with that little
short Neegro dwarf you been fucking. How's that? A deal?"
It dawned on Laura, through the unruly flood of her
sentimental feelings, that it was a pretty good bargain.
The thought of never seeing or sleeping with Deshona again
was too terrible to contemplate. But Deshona had taken up
again with her ex-husband. And Deshona had barged in on
Laura while she was eating Randi's pussy on the floor of her
own office, just this morning, then stormed off in disgust.
The chances they would ever get back together were very
slim.
Laura sniffed and nodded. "A deal."
Having won, Randi positively beamed. Then she softened
seductively, sliding over to Laura again, closer on the bed,
cradling both of her naked breasts in her hands, offering
them to Laura.
"You chewed these pretty hard," she murmured, eyelids
heavy, "but they still need some more sucking, I believe.
Maybe you can make it up to me now for hurting me that way."
"Maybe we can make it up to each other," Laura murmured
back, embracing her and pulling her down again into the
rumpled and sweaty sheets.
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