1. Training Cassiopeia


    Date: 2/8/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: elspeth, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    still bent over the console, feeling around for her bra. “Look, we’re going to have to sharpen our communications skill set. I don’t think you’ve completed many sentences and all these hesitations while you pussyfoot around what you want wastes time – time you’re paying for. Now, finish a sentence.” They say that actions speak louder than words and what the blonde did spoke volumes. She slid two fingers into the dancer’s damp pussy with unerring accuracy. “You’re aroused,” she said. And Bree definitely was. She slid her fingers in and out slowly twice, as if testing her technique. Bree couldn’t stop the hiss of pleasure that wheezed between her lips when the blonde did that. “You don’t have any pubic hair. How novel. I’ve never touched a hairless one before.” She continued her exploration of the dancer’s dampening pussy as it got wetter and wetter. When she turned her hand over and started stroking the roof of Bree’s vagina and sliding over her g-spot the dancer pushed backwards until those fingers were deep inside. She moaned and began fucking those long, nimble fingers, shuddering and whimpering like a virgin. The palm of her other hand caressed Bree’s buttocks and from her loud breathing, Bree could tell that Miss Prim and Proper was about to cum again. As if on cue, she slid a third finger inside and her thrusts in were faster and deeper and this increased the pressure on the g-spot and Bree began to cum, moaning and pushing back hard against her. Bree felt the ...
    blonde’s legs straighten out and tremble and the rhythm of her fingers faltered and when she peaked, so did Bree, loudly. The blonde was sweating and her hair had come loose from its fastenings and strands were stuck to her face but she did nothing about it. She was in the ‘afterglow’ and took her fingers from Bree’s trembling pussy and sniffed at them, almost as if she were categorizing them for later analysis. Her tongue darted out and licked at one of the fingertips that had been deep in Bree’s pussy and she smiled. She settled her clothing around her as Bree pulled on her own clothes and then gave her directions to her apartment so she could gather up her toiletries and makeup and a few things to wear. The drive from Bree’s apartment to the woman’s was made in a brittle, palpable silence. Her mind was trying to wrap itself around the incredible opportunity that presented it self, the possibilities and the implications. “I don’t even know your name,” Bree said softly. Her new ‘employer’ had turned off the CD player when she started to drive out of the parking lot saying that it was distracting. She briefly glanced over at the younger woman, loathe to take her eyes off the street. “You didn’t look at the business card I gave you?” as if that would answer any and all questions. “No. I was distracted. I shoved it into my jeans pocket and walked out to the parking lot to drive home,” said the dancer. “Oh. Okay. I’m Dr. Cassiopeia Franklin. I’m an Associate Professor of Cultural ...
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