1. Finding Her Heart in Portland


    Date: 5/11/2016, Categories: Fiction, Domination/submission, Exhibitionism, Female/Female, Reluctance, Written by women, Author: MongooseMama, Rating: 93.3, Source: sexstories.com

    as much as our heels would allow. Our drinks were empty now and we simply handed them off to unsuspecting patrons, freeing up our hands. I stepped forward, closing the gap, staggering my legs to hers, pressing my breasts to hers, snaking one arm around her neck, the other around her waist, resting just above her ass. As we danced, I ground my crotch against her thigh, and pressed my own against hers, feeling her dampness. As the song changed, I grabbed a bit of her hair, and gently brought her face up to meet mine. Holding her gaze for a moment, I then pressed my lips firmly against hers. I felt that she was a little taken aback for a moment, then relent, her lips matching my own. I teased her lips with the tip of my tongue, and she opened her mouth to allow access. But I never gave it to her, pulling her head back just a moment, as I kissed at her exposed neck, eliciting a moan from her. As I nibbled and kissed, I looked up and saw her friends staring at us and whispering fiercely. They stared back for a moment as their conversation dwindled, now watching as my hand cupped Leona’s ass, gripped and lifted it, winking at them as they watched. There were a few dropped jaws among them, and a scoff or two, and they all turned away, abandoning their friend. She was all mine now. I pulled back a bit now watching her face, once again crimson. My hand that had originally held her hair now moved down her shoulder and grabbed her hand. I moved back a bit, and guided it between my ...
    thighs, outside of my thong. I then started rubbing her hand up and down my lips, and then took my own away, pleased that she continued the motion. I kept my iron gaze on her eyes the whole time, and knew she was completely in my control now. My other hand moved from her ass, around her thigh, and snaked its way upwards, where I cupped her pussy firmly. Her mouth formed a little o, and she looked a little surprised, but never even stopped her own ministrations of my own. I matched her for a while, rubbing her covered lips, and wanted to see if she’d follow my lead. My palm slid up her mound finding the band of her own thong, and much to my own pleasure, she followed suit. Slipping beneath the cloth, my fingers slipped down to her soaked pussy, and I immediately dipped my middle and forefinger into her dripping hole. When she hesitated, my gaze grew a little sterner, and she slowly followed suit. I began pumping my fingers in and out of her hole, her own following suit. We had a few onlookers, but I didn’t care, nor did I give her a chance to notice. I added in little rotations of my palm against her clit, and began feeling her body shudder. I moved faster and deeper, her struggling to keep up, until an orgasm rocked her body violently. She gasped loudly and pressed forward against me as she groaned in my ear. “Don’t you dare stop with me.” And she didn’t. I kept going, loving the extra squeezing her pussy was doing right now, as she fervently worked my pussy. I could feel it ...