1. More Froth


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Reluctance, Author: bobbibangbang, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    once. And just as suddenly, the blonde pulled away and pushed Bobbi forward aiming her down the hall. She stumbled the first step, her knees unwilling to support her. She knew she was wet, or going to be soon. Fear faded to the background as she fished again for her keys with one hand, the other tethered to the blonde still. When she got to her door, her hand shook as she tried to get the key in the lock. She took a deep breath to still the tremor and tried again. Unbidden, a gentle but firm hand reached and held her steady, aiming the key home. A snick of the deadbolt, a turn of the handle and they were inside the apartment, the door closed shut with finality. Bobbi felt her breath quicken as she reached for the light switch. That same confident hand that guided the key stayed her wrist against the switch, keeping the two in darkness. She felt the woman press into her, breasts pushing against hers, pinning her to the wall. A throaty whisper in her right ear, "Aren't you going to welcome me in?" A note of terror crept into Bobbi's voice as she stammered, "Welcome, make yourself at home." A flash from outside caught her guest's face for a moment. She saw that smile again and icy fear locked her body. The blonde edged closer to her, near enough to kiss and pressed a finger against Bobbi's lips. "Why are you such a bad girl? One would think you wanted that red ball." Her other hand rummaged in a pocket of the pack behind her. "Turn around." it was a command, polite as "pass the ...
    sugar, please" but brooking no other response. Bobbi's heart raced. Fear poked icy fingers in her belly again, but she turned, afraid of what might happen. A second later, the other girl pushed her weight into Bobbi. First one knee then the other intruded between her legs driving them apart. One hand snaked spread fingers up along her neck into her hairline. The fingers curled around her dark hair and pulled her head back from the wall. "Open wide." Quiet, not a whisper, a demand, simple and polite. Bobbi wanted to protest, to scream, to agree, to moan but said nothing afraid she had been wrong after all. Something jammed against her lips, pushed her jaws apart with insistence. The blonde invaded her mouth with the foreign thing, moved with deft fingers, pulling a short nylon strap around behind her head, cinching with a longer strap. "Too tight?" Polite again, caring even as fingers tried to slip between cheek and strap. Musk invaded Bobbi's nose, a salty scent wild with promise. Her tongue pushed back against the ball between her teeth tasting what must be the blonde's juices. The heady combination pulled back on the fear pulsing through her. She tried to respond, but even the whimper died, giving way to a moan, inarticulate and low. Hands gripped her, spun her and slammed her back into the wall away from the door, away from the lights and pinned her arms up and behind her head. No pain, but moving them proved fruitless. Outside the window of her living room, Bobbi watched ...
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