1. April Fool's Submission - Part Three


    Date: 10/21/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: BabyDragon, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    I downed the rest of my wine, feeling dizzy with a mixture of alcohol and pleasure, and mindlessly followed Chantelle (as if I had a choice), out of the bar. Once in a cab, again in the middle of the two beautiful older women, they both began kissing me. While Chantelle kissed me on the lips, a kiss so much gentler than any man's, Laura splattered my neck with kisses. The double passion made my pussy leak. Hands roamed on my legs, under my dress, but never touched my fevered pussy, only driving me madder with insatiable desire. Once the taxi stopped, Chantelle ordered, "Come on, my pet." The term 'my pet' should have offended me, yet in the current situation it was just the natural evolution of how the night had transpired. "Yes, Mistress," I obeyed, being led out of the taxi. Three minutes later, we were in an elevator and as soon as the door was closed, Laura dropped to her knees, moved under my dress and pulled my thong down and off. My pussy again leaked, some juice trickling out of me, as her hot breath hit my pussy. Unfortunately, once I lifted my legs to allow her to get the thong off completely, she stood back up and handed them to Chantelle. Chantelle smiled, "Now, my pet, come and get mine." "H-h-here?" I questioned. "Now, my pet," she ordered, firmly. Excited and petrified, I dropped to my knees and put my hand under her skirt. It was awkward to do with one hand, but I succeeded in getting them off. Thankfully, like me, she was wearing thigh highs making it easier ...
    to get them down her leg. Once at her ankles, she ordered, lifting up her skirt to reveal a completely shaved pussy, "Give your Mistress a kiss on her other lips, my pet." It was like I was back at the Louvre looking at my favourite painting "Liberty Leading the People" by Eugene Delacroix, I just stared at its beauty. Her red pussy lips glistening slightly, as if beckoning me in. The elevator began to slow and she suggested, "You'd better hurry, my pet," I didn't hesitate, as I leaned forward and kissed her pussy lips. She grabbed my head and ordered, "Now lick, my pet." Although I was terrified that the elevator would stop on another floor and I would be caught in the most compromising of positions, I obeyed, her exotic scent drawing me in and my sudden desire to taste her undeniable, getting just the lightest of samples with the quick kiss. I extended my tongue and licked. After years of sucking often smelly cocks and swallowing never overly pleasing tasting cum, I had finally found my true sexual appetite...pussy. It was exotic, tangy and sweet and I began licking with reckless hunger, completely forgetting I was in an elevator. "I think she's turned," Chantelle moaned, just as the elevator came to a stop. She let go of my head, but ordered, "Stay." I felt a rush of humiliation course through me. First, I replayed the words 'I think she's 'turned', which was humiliating in itself, and yet being spoken to like a dog compounded the humiliation. Oddly, unexplainable to me, ...
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