The Limousine (17 page)

“Yes ... yes...” whimpered Brenda as she felt the head of the dildo nudging open her pussy-lips. It certainly was big, but Brenda was hungry for it. She felt the thick head stretching her open as Kristi pushed gently forward.
Kristi’s breasts pressed against Brenda’s as Brenda’s mouth opened wide in ecstasy. The head of the dildo slipped in and Kristi sighed as she snuggled down, pushing the shaft in all the way. Brenda put her arms around Kristi’s naked body and gasped in pleasure as Kristi began to fuck her.
The feel of the dildo inside her was enough to bring Brenda off almost immediately after the tender licking Kristi had just given her. But Kristi took it slow, fucking Brenda in gradual strokes as Brenda squirmed underneath her. Kristi was so hot she knew she could come herself. But first she wanted to fuck Brenda to orgasm, and she took her time doing it. She fucked Brenda for a long time, loving the feel of her back arching with every thrust deep into her. Finally Kristi began to pump rhythmically in, knowing that Brenda was ready to come. Brenda pulled herself hard against Kristi, feeling the dildo pound into her—and as she threw her head back and wailed, her orgasm exploded through her.
Kristi kept fucking Brenda, pounding between her spread thighs as she finished her orgasm and relaxed into the warm sensation of being lost in pleasure. But when Kristi finally ground to a halt, she didn’t pull the dildo out of Brenda’s pussy. Instead, she nuzzled Brenda’s throat and ear and whispered warmly, “Think you can come again?”
“Oh God yeah,” gasped Brenda. “You aren’t too tired?”
Kristi laughed. “From behind. I want to do you from behind this time.”
Kristi tugged the dildo out of Brenda’s pussy, and Brenda eagerly rolled over, getting on all fours. Kristi came up behind her, kneeling with the dildo poised just at the entrance to Brenda’s pussy. Brenda wriggled against it, feeling the cockhead against her entrance.
“Your turn,” said Kristi cruelly. “Push back onto it.”
“Mmmmmm...” groaned Brenda, incredibly turned on by being given orders like this. She nuzzled her pussy down over the cockhead, opening up for it. She squirmed her way down onto the shaft, feeling Kristi’s body move slightly back so that Brenda had to lean back, as if begging for it. That turned Kristi on even more. She groaned in pleasure as she pushed herself on to the dildo.
She finally had the dildo thrust into her, and obediently began to move her body against Kristi’s. Kristi worked hard to hold still as Brenda began to fuck back onto the dildo, pushing it into her rhythmically. She was whimpering and clawing at the sheets, then moaning and wailing as she fucked her body against Kristi’s. Kristi finally started moving with her, pounding the dildo in to Brenda’s pussy, but Kristi didn’t want to get Brenda off yet. This was exactly what the Master had had in mind, but Kristi wanted to take it one step further into kink—and surprise Brenda before she knew that Kristi had watched the video, too.
Kristi halted the movements of Brenda’s body with a firm hand on her hips. Slowly, torturously, she pulled the dildo out of Brenda’s pussy. She drizzled more lube on to the dildo, stroking it up and down. Then Brenda, still on her hands and knees, felt the cold lube dribbling down into her ass-crack. Kristi’s fingers began to stroke up and down her crack, and Brenda gasped as she felt the exquisite pleasure of having her sensitive asshole played with.
“You can stop me if you want,” said Kristi softly. “If you don’t want it, I mean. Do you want it?”
“I—I don’t know,” said Brenda desperately, incredibly turned on but a little afraid.
“I’m only going to give it to you if you really want it,” said Kristi, slipping one finger into Brenda’s ass. Brenda moaned as she felt the finger going into her. Kristi fucked Brenda slowly with one finger, then put two in. Brenda felt her ass stretching as it had when she’d fucked it with the dildo for the Master’s videotape. Now, she was so horny she would do anything for Kristi. And the idea of being fucked in the ass by Kristi’s dildo was making her so hot she couldn’t say no.
“I want it,” she whimpered. “I want it in there.”
“Mmmmmmmmm,” sighed Kristi. She slipped the two fingers out of Brenda’s asshole and began to slide the dildo-head between her cheeks. It felt so good having her asshole stroked like that. Brenda decided she definitely wanted to try it, wanted to experience what it felt like to be anally penetrated by her roommate’s strap-on.
Brenda felt the cockhead stretching her open as Kristi pressed it in to her ass. There was a momentary wave of fear, but Brenda desperately wanted it in there.
“You control it,” said Kristi. “You can only take it if you really want it. Push back onto it. Push back onto it when you’re ready.”
“I’m ready,” said Brenda softly, her voice shaking.
“Then push back onto it
now,
” said Kristi, as if giving an order that could not be denied.
Hearing Kristi issue an order like that made Brenda so wet she knew she could take it. Groaning, she began to push her ass back onto the dildo, straining to take the thick cockhead past her tight entrance. Then there was a burst of pleasure and she felt the cockhead slipping in to her. Brenda’s whole body shuddered as she took the head of the dildo into her ass.
“Does that feel OK?” asked Kristi. “Does it feel good? Do you want
more?
”
It felt incredible. Brenda’s body was filled with delicious sensations. “Yes,” she panted. “I want to take it
all.
”
“Then push back onto it,
now,
” repeated Kristi, more demanding this time, and Brenda could not deny a tender, powerful order like that. She pushed herself back, forcing the dildo into her tight asshole, working her ass onto the dildo. She could feel her ass-cheeks stretched, spread around the shaft of the cock, could feel the dildo thrust into her. Brenda snuggled back until she felt her cheeks against the leather harness, her thighs against Kristi’s thighs. She was almost weeping in pleasure.
“Mmmmmmm,” sighed Kristi. “That’s delicious. I’ve never done this to a woman before.”
Brenda moaned as she heard that. It was somehow so tender, so intimate, to be the first woman Kristi had done this to. As Brenda started fucking back against Kristi’s body, pressing the dildo into her ass, she felt suddenly closer to Kristi than she had ever felt to anyone, and that made the kinky act of being fucked in the ass by her seem that much more exciting. Kristi reached down and began to stroke Brenda’s clit as Brenda worked the dildo in and out of her ass.
Brenda knew she was going to come—it was like the head of the dildo was stroking her clit from the inside. But the pressure of Kristi’s fingers against her clit was going to make the orgasm that much more intense. And somehow, something about the fact that Kristi was stroking her pussy while she was fucking Brenda—but Brenda’s pussy wasn’t filled with cock, her ass was—made it even more exquisite.
“Oh God,” gasped Brenda, her hips rocking back and forth, forcing her ass back onto the dildo. “I’m going to come—oh!”
Then Brenda climaxed, impaled on Kristi’s dildo, on her hands and knees and growling like an animal. She felt Kristi pounding the dildo into her, and as Brenda succumbed to the explosive power of her orgasm, she knew that she was going deeper and deeper into the dark territory she’d only fantasized about. By the time she was finished coming, she wondered if she would ever be the same woman again. Probably not—at least, she hoped not.
The next time Brenda gave herself to the Master, she didn’t wear much of anything at all. She had received the Master’s instructions by phone: She was to wear nothing underneath her coat but her white high-heels. And she was to wear the collar, the symbol of her submission to him. He informed her that tonight she would not be alone in the limousine—he would finally avail himself of her physical charms. Brenda could think of nothing more delicious.
***
Kristi had done her best to get Brenda in the mood for her date with the Master. As Brenda was getting ready, putting on her makeup while standing naked over the sink in the bathroom, Kristi had slid up behind her and drawn her hand slowly up the inside of Brenda’s thigh. Brenda tried to keep putting on her mascara, as a sort of game. But then Kristi let her other hand come around and begin to play with Brenda’s nipple. While it did, she moved from Brenda’s thigh to her pussy, feeling how wet Brenda was getting. Brenda felt one finger teasing the opening to her pussy, encouraging her cuntlips to part. Soon Brenda was moaning softly, rocking against Kristi’s hand, as Kristi pressed her body up against Brenda’s. Kristi wasn’t wearing much, just a bra and panties, and as she eased the bra open and began to rub her tits against Brenda’s back, Brenda knew there was no getting out of this. Then Kristi was down on her knees, slipping her face between Brenda’s open thighs, and Brenda almost screamed in pleasure as she felt Kristi’s hot tongue slipping into her pussy. But no sooner had Kristi gotten Brenda worked up to the point of madness, then Kristi giggled and danced away, disappearing from the bathroom.
“Bitch!” shouted Brenda playfully, her voice hoarse and husky with arousal. “You can’t make me wait like that!”
“He’ll appreciate it if I get you worked up for him,” laughed Kristi, standing in the bathroom doorway with her bra hanging open, her breasts inviting and firm. “I’m sure you don’t want to be late to your date with him...”
Grumbling, Brenda went back to putting on her makeup. But when Kristi appeared in the mirror behind her, and Brenda felt those fingertips on her ass, she growled firmly, “Don’t!”
But then, Kristi never was very good at following orders. ***
Brenda walked the street feeling exquisitely exposed, her body alive with hunger for her Master. Tonight was the night that she would meet the Master for the first time. When the white limousine pulled up to the curb, she eagerly got in.
The limousine was empty, which disappointed Brenda somewhat—she had been hoping that the Master would be waiting for her, ready to ravage her immediately in the back of the limousine.
Instead, there was a small silk purse on the seat, with a note pinned to it. Brenda read the note as she heard the locks of the door clicking shut.
“I believe you are ready to submit to me. Inside the purse you will find a pair of shackles, a blindfold, and a gag. I want you to take off your coat and put on the blindfold and gag. The two of them will lock together and fasten to your collar. Make sure the blindfold and gag are securely locked. Then cuff your hands behind your back. Make sure they’re not too tight. Flip the safety levers on each cuff. Then wait for me and think about what I’m going to do to you.”
Brenda looked inside the purse. There were the gag and blindfold—an elaborate assortment of leather straps. It took her a few minutes to figure them out, but they were plainly designed to fasten to her collar with the small open padlocks attached to them. The gag was a rubber ball with a hole in it, large enough for her to breathe comfortably through. The handcuffs were a simpler affair. Brenda looked through the purse and saw that there were no keys—not for the handcuffs or for the padlocks. Brenda felt a surge of excitement as she thought of the risk she was taking. But she wouldn’t have backed out for the world.
Brenda started by taking off her coat, folding it and putting it into a corner of the limousine.
Then Brenda put on the blindfold and pushed the rubber ball-gag into her mouth. It was certainly a large ball—it left her mouth fully immobile. And she couldn’t see a thing through the blindfold. She knew she was smearing her lipstick and mascara, but she didn’t care. She buckled the straps and, with some difficulty, locked the padlocks shut. Then she attached the straps to her collar. Once she shut those padlocks, she would be totally blind and dumb.
With an erotic rush of submission, Brenda fastened the harness to her collar. Then she reached out and took the handcuffs. Awkwardly, she put her hands behind her back and closed the metal circlets around her wrists, careful not to click them tight enough to cut off the blood flow. Then she felt around and managed to shut the safety levers so they wouldn’t get any tighter, as the Master had instructed her.
She leaned back on the seat, turned a little on her side so her wrists wouldn’t cramp. She spread her legs to await the Master.
Brenda could hear her own labored breathing through the ball gag. She was so turned on she thought she was ready to come already. But the Master had instructed her to think about what he was going to do to her, and so Brenda did. Her imagination ran wild as she pictured him savaging her with his cock, fucking her in her cunt and ass, making her service him with every inch of her body. She imagined him doing awful things to her, making her come again and again as she submitted to his twisted desires—and her own.
The limousine drove on. As Brenda pictured the Master on top of her, thrusting into her, she became painfully aroused. She let her legs drift closed and pressed her thighs tightly together. Brenda had come once by rubbing her thighs together, when she had been on a long overnight airplane flight and had been unable to sleep. She had gotten incredibly horny reading a sexual self-help article in a women’s magazine, and had found herself rubbing her thighs together under her blanket. She had been wearing tight jeans, and the seam of her jeans had pressed into her clit as she rhythmically squirmed in her seat. She had managed to come without touching herself, and she was pretty sure not even the guy sitting next to her—who also wasn’t sleeping—hadn’t figured it out. Now, Brenda found herself trying to duplicate the experience, except this time she couldn’t use her hands for a very different reason. And she wasn’t wearing tight jeans. Even so, she felt her pleasure mounting as she pressed her naked thighs tightly together.
Oh God, that felt so good. She was getting wetter and wetter by the minute. She wanted to get herself off so bad, she couldn’t even wait for the Master. But she couldn’t get the pressure on her clit she needed—she would need to turn over and rub her pussy against the edge of the limousine seat. And despite herself, she decided that was what she was going to do. Slowly, Brenda worked herself around and spread her legs around the seat, one knee on the floor and the other pressed against the seat back. She forced her pussy against the leather seat-edge and felt a surge of pleasure go through her. Oh yes, this was going to do it. She was very close. That was when she felt the limousine slowing. Finally, it came to a stop.