Jennifer's Surrender (13 page)

 
“Damn, can you still hear my accent?”

 
“Just a little. It’s nice, sweet.” I
encouraged, not wanting to make her feel bad.

 
“Thank you, but I’ve been taking voice
lessons trying to get rid of it! Oh, I’m from a little town outside Houston,
Caty, Texas.”

 
“How long have you been here, uh…” I
realized I didn’t know her name.

 
“Oh I’m Sara! And a little over a year
now. And y’all?” she suddenly seemed more comfortable being the southern belle
now that the jig was up.

 
“I’m Jen, and this is,” thankfully, he
interrupted.

 
“Stephen.” He said as he leaned across
and shook her hand. I did the same and the ice was broken. Over the next hour,
and a few too many drinks, we became fast friends. It was surprising that she
seemed more interested in talking to me than to Sir. I chalked it up to her
still being new in town and somewhat naïve as to LA, and looking for a
girlfriend.

After Sara’s
third or was it fourth drink, her innocence was nowhere to be found. “So,
Stephen and Jen, what are y’all into?” she asked as she twirled a swizzle stick
suggestively in her mouth.

Sir’s hand was
on my thigh, stroking it lightly. I turned to him and saw a smile creep onto
his face as I felt his hand go higher and higher. It was now at the top of my
thigh highs and Sara couldn’t take her eyes off of it, or me. He leaned over
and whispered into my ear, “Spread your legs for her, darling.” For a split
second I froze, but after more to drink than I should have had, I was a little
tipsy and knew better than to question him. I also knew that he knew full well
what was, and wasn’t under my dress.

I spread my
legs, his hand still on my thigh, pushing my dress up further. “Sara, dear,
would you mind closing the curtains?” he asked. A smile crept onto her face as
she first looked down at my pussy, then up to him as she got up and in one
swift move, secured our privacy. Of course, anyone could have walked in if they
wanted, but we had the illusion of cover, and were shielded from any prying
eyes.

When Sara sat
back down, my legs were spread, and I knew that Sara, sitting directly across
from me, could see everything. “So, you didn’t tell me, what are you two in
to?” she really wasn’t looking at Sir at all, she was following his fingers
that had crept up my thigh to my now wet pussy. He started circling my opening
and said to me, while looking at her, “spread your legs wider, little bird.”
There was no use in arguing, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to, so I opened them as
wide as I could. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was, and it seemed I wasn’t
the only one. Sara licked her lips.

 
“Sweet Sara from Caty, Texas. You seem to
have found your courage.” Sir teased.

 
“Well, meeting the two of you, I think
I’ve found more than just courage.” She flirted as Sir continued to play with
me. Sara seemed to have a hard time taking here eyes away from my ever-wetting crotch.

Sir removed
his fingers and put them into my mouth, which I immediately sucked. “Jennifer,
come sit on my lap.” He said as he pulled me up onto him. I leaned back as he
spread my legs so that they were now straddling the outsides of his, giving
Sara a better view.

He dipped his
finger back inside me, playing with my lips, sticking his finger in and out,
then spreading my wetness up to my clit. Somewhere in the back of my mind I
knew that anyone could walk in at any moment, but I didn’t care. This whole
scene was so erotic. Sir lifted his hand to his mouth this time and said, “Mmm,
she’s so sweet. Sara, come over here and taste how sweet my little bird is.”

Sara walked
around the little coffee table that had been separating us, and gently pushed
it back. She looked down at my face and then knelt in front of us, putting her
hands on my inner thighs as she dipped her head in and started licking my
pussy. Sir’s hands were on my knees, keeping my legs spread wide, and on the
outsides of his. I could feel his hard cock pressing into my butt and back as
Sara’s tongue started exploring, licking my lips, teasingly poking inside me,
licking the length of my cunt until she got to the top and started sucking on
my hardening clit. She alternated sucking it and circling her tongue around it.
Thank goodness for the music from the club because I started moaning. I was
desperate to arch my back to give her a better angle, but Sir kept a firm hand
on me. I knew he could feel my heart beating faster, he could hear me panting,
he knew that this was delicious torture.

Then he took
his hand and started circling my nipple. Being that there wasn’t anything in
between the dress and my breast, I leaned my head back and let out a soft whimper.
Between that and Sara’s mouth I was being brought higher and higher. He
continued this for a bit until he said, “Sara,” he waited for her to stop what
she was doing and look up at him. I could have killed him for making her stop,
but of course I didn’t say a thing. “I think we’re ready to leave. Would you
like to join us?” All she did was nod and smile as she licked her lips. She
stood up and held her hand out for me.

Sir gently
pushed me up, off his lap into her and then said, “Taste yourself on her lips.”
Which brought a smile to Sara’s face. I leaned in slowly kissed her, indeed
tasting my pussy juice all over her mouth. I closed my eyes and felt her soft
lips against mine. She teased my mouth open and then our tongues met and it was
the softest, sexiest kiss, all the more intense being that Sir was right there
watching us, with a hand on both of us.

I had made out
with my roommate a few times in college after we were both smashed after some
horrible fraternity parties. It was never any big deal and we giggled about it
after. But this, this was different. Even though she was young, Sara had an intensity
about her.

 
“That was very nice, girls. Let’s continue
this at the house.” Sir said, escorting us out. When his car pulled up, Sara told
us that she had taken a cab to the club. “Perfect. You two settle into the back
seat and get better acquainted.” I was in somewhat of a drunken and sexual haze
as I slid in, Sara following. Sir got in and started driving away. Sara’s hand
slipped up my thigh to my wetness and started circling it. As young as she was,
she certainly wasn’t shy. Soon, she pushed a finger in and I gasped, bringing a
small smile to her face. Then she leaned in and kissed me again as she
continued to finger fuck me. She slid another finger in and started sliding
them in and out, finding my g-spot instantly. I knew I was moaning at this
point and I knew that Sir could hear me.

 
“Sara, don’t let her come just yet.” He
said from the front seat. She giggled into my mouth and slowed down her
assault, making me moan at the loss of sensation. I became greedy with her
mouth, biting her lips and tangling her tongue with mine. I was so hungry for
stimulation that I kissed her harder and harder, reaching up her skirt, finding
her wet pussy. Pushing her panties to the side, I started exploring with my
fingers, eliciting a moan, this time, from her. After spending time with Sir, I
felt suddenly empowered. We continued to kiss and fondle each other until we
felt the car stop. “Ok, girls, time to get out.” Sir said as he opened the back
door and helped us both out.

Sara and I
walked up to the front door hand in hand. Once we walked in, I was reminded of
my position. “Jennifer, take off your dress.” I smiled shyly as I slid it off,
revealing my naked body, save my stockings and heels. Both Sara and Sir’s eyes
were both on me.

 
“She’s lovely, isn’t she, Sara?” Sir asked.
As turned on as I was, I was still embarrassed being the focus of attention.
She nodded, and again licked her lips. “Come, let’s go up to bed.” Sir said and
led the three of us upstairs. I was surprised we weren’t going to the play
room, but at that point, I didn’t care where we were.

Once upstairs,
as it had been in the club, the scene was all about me and Sara, with Sir
directing us. Lost in the sensations and excitement, I did exactly as directed,
and was clearly rewarded.

 
“Let’s pick up where we left off.” Sir
said, sitting on the bed, motioning for me to sit on him like I was in the
club. “Sara, please take off your clothes.” I took my position on top of him,
my legs on the outside of his, hooking my feet around his ankles. His hands
were on my breasts, kneading them, rolling my nipples between his thumbs and
forefingers. We stayed like that while watching Sara slip out of her dress. She
was so young and slim I again got a pang of jealousy, not that I had anything
to worry about. Not to mention, I was the one who Sir was fondling, not her. In
fact, he had yet to really touch her at all.

She slipped
off her dress to reveal she was braless, with small perky breasts. She kept her
heels on as she bent at the waist to slide her g-string off, giving us a nice
show. Her pussy was completely bare. Standing there before us, she was like a
tall drink of water. So young, so smooth, so perfect. Then she smiled
seductively and licked her lips as she knelt between our legs.

This was
obviously not her first rodeo as her tongue and mouth seemed to know exactly
what to do. She started by licking my slit, lapping up its juices using a nice
flat tongue. She licked me like a lollipop for a while and then stiffened her
tongue and started tongue fucking me while she started rubbing my clit. Between
that and Sir pinching my nipples harder and harder, I knew it wouldn’t be long
before I came. As good as her tongue felt inside me, I wanted more and started
moving my hips to try to get more of her tongue. “Stay still, little bird. Let
her do the work.” Sir whispered in my ear.

I stilled
myself and was rewarded with her fingers entering me. It was exactly what I
needed, though a cock would have been better, I needed something inside me.
Working her fingers on my g-spot she started sucking my clit, just like she had
in the club. I started moaning, knowing I was so close. “Ask me if you can
come, Jennifer. You are not allowed to until I give you permission, is that
understood?” he said calmly into my ear.

I half
breathed, have said, “Yes, Sir! Can I come, Sir? Pleeeeeaasssse?” I tried to
hold on, I focused on not grinding her face, I focused on not moving. I tried
to focus on anything other than the sensation down in my pussy that was so
close. And like she was in on it, she didn’t let up, she just kept pumping her
fingers and sucking my clit, ever harder now. I was panting and panting, I felt
like a wild animal being held down. I wanted to thrash back and forth but I
knew I shouldn’t move at all.

My whole body
was tingling on the edge, I thought I was going to lose it. And then finally he
said, “Ok, Jennifer, you may come now.” I’m not sure if he even finished his
sentence as I was able to let the orgasm crash over me as I screamed and bucked
as I came violently into Sara’s mouth. Her lips stayed on me wringing every
last spasm out until I collapsed back into Sir’s chest. Poor Sara looked
exhausted, on the floor, having given her all to making me come.

 
Once I regained my breath I asked, “Sir,
may I kiss her? May I return the favor?” Still new to all of this, I knew
enough to figure out that if I had to ask him to come, I’d have to ask him permission
for anything he hadn’t already directed us to do.

 
“Yes, little bird, you may. Sara, come up
here and give Jennifer a taste of her sweetness.” Sara did as she was told and
I wondered if she were used to being with a Dom, or if she was just young and
turned on. She knelt between our legs again, and I leaned down to kiss her. Her
whole face was soaked with a mixture of my wetness and her sweat. She tasted
and smelled like my pussy. We kissed for a while, and I was again reminded of
how much softer her lips were, how the act of kissing her was the same as
kissing a man, but the feeling was different. I was lost in her smooth lips and
lush tongue when I heard Sir say, “let me have a taste. Turn around and
straddle me.” As I did he said “Sara, come up to the bed and lie down.”

She got up as
I turned around and instinctively clasped my hands behind my back. This seemed
to please Sir as he smiled and then placed on of his hands around my wrists as
confirmation that they were exactly where they should be. He took his other
hand and put it behind my head, pulling my face to his, claiming my mouth,
controlling the kiss, like everything else. As sensual and enjoyable as it was
kissing Sara right before, kissing Sir made my pussy tingle.

As he pulled
away I felt dazed by so much sensation already. I blinked my eyes open reminded
of the naked girl waiting for me. I must have tensed for a second because Sir
asked, “Is this your first time being with a woman?”

I nodded,
suddenly shy and embarrassed, which seemed silly given what I’d just done. “I’m
not sure I’ll know what to do.” I whispered to him. He smiled.

 
“Just do what she did to you. It seemed
to do the trick.” He winked and I couldn’t help but laugh.

 
“Ok, thank you, Sir.” I then climbed off
of him and over to Sara who was waiting patiently for me. I straddled her and
looked down as I took in her beauty and anticipation. Her expression was one of
lust and need. I bent and slid down so that my body was pressing against hers
as I started kissing her. She started rubbing me, but I realized, I wanted the
control, I wanted her to just lie back and enjoy it, so, much like Sir had done
to me, I grabbed her wrists and put them above her head, holding them there
while I deepened the kiss.

When I felt
her arms finally relax, I told her, “Hold onto the headboard.” And I fastened
her hands to the bar. She did as she was told and I was pleased, knowing that I
too could control certain situations. Mostly, I wanted to explore her body at
my own pace.