Hands twisted and tied behind my back, I hesitantly kissed and licked my way down a soft belly, pausing occasionally for a gentle nibble. The person under me moaned softly, giving me an identifying clue - a male voice. Gabe, then, my long-time friend and occasional lover. Eyes shrouded in a fur-lined leather blindfold, I had to rely on senses other than sight to tell my current partners apart. The slightly salty, sweaty skin hadn't told me much, but fortunately Gabe was pretty vocal in bed. Knowing how much he loved being sucked - what guy doesn't? - I headed downtown with a feeling of returning confidence, only to feel my head jerked to a halt by a fierce grip on my long chocolate-brown hair. Ah, there she was: Raine, Gabe's new girlfriend, and most definitely the one in charge of this particular show.
"I don't think you've earned the right to touch that just yet, sweetie, and I know he's not allowed to cum. You wouldn't want to get my darling Gabriel in trouble just because you're feeling like a slutty little cocksucking whore, would you?"
I twitched hard, feeling my back arch slightly and my pussy clench as I shook my head no. Raine was one of those women who wasn't particularly beautiful, but somehow attracted the attention of every single person in a room. She was commanding, of course, but there was more to it; she was also sensual, and effortlessly classy, and intelligent in a way that made you want to prove that you were worthy of her notice. Five minutes in bed together, and she had already figured out just how strongly I reacted to name calling; the woman was utterly diabolical, and I'd been lusting after her for months.
"Good, pet; it's a little early in the evening for punishing an unruly slut, but we do need to clearly establish our boundaries, don't we?" Her grip on my hair loosened, and I could feel her fingers sliding through it, playing with it gently as she spoke and sending a wave of goosebumps down my spine. "There's no reason to rush things. Don't worry, if you're a good girl, you'll have Gabe's cock in every one of your holes before the night's through, but first you have to show me that you're properly grateful for the privilege. I don't share him with you lightly; I know the two of you have fooled around before, but that was before he belonged to me." Gabe moaned again, louder this time, and chuckled a little, so I could only assume her other hand was busy petting him somewhere. Unlike me, he wasn't bound at all, but he knew better than to touch himself without permission.
"Let's see; what shall we have our little fucktoy do to prove her gratitude? Any ideas?" Raine's slightly breathless voice had a hint of laughter in it; Gabe, I thought, you are such a lucky bastard...
"That's a tough one; there's not much you can do to our little Melina that she won't enjoy more than she should...maybe get her to lick your feet? She's very, very good with her tongue."
"Hmm, I don't know; I was thinking of something a little more...public."
"Such as?" His suddenly wary tone told me more clearly than words that I just might be in trouble. I didn't think she'd push things to the point of breaking the law, but who really knew with Raine? I'd known her long enough to know that she was a good person, but she didn't always think the rules applied to her, either.
"Gabe. Go open the curtains; I won't tell you twice. As for you, toy, I want you on the floor between my legs, fucking me with your tongue, where anyone in those buildings across the street can see you. You'd like that, wouldn't you, toy?" Her hand caressed my scalp as I nodded helplessly, mouth suddenly too dry to speak. The odds of anyone in one of the other hotels seeing us were small, especially in the middle of a weekday afternoon, but "small" is not the same as "nonexistent." The other two were at least partially clothed, but the only stitch I had on was my blindfold, and the thought of a total stranger watching my naked ass as I licked another woman for the first time, maybe even taking pictures of us...I started to shake a little, and even I couldn't tell if it was from nerves or lust.
Warm sunlight fell on us, and I heard sudden traffic sounds as Gabe, the little creep, not only opened the curtains, but also slid open the balcony door to let in the Phoenix heat. A hot, dry breeze fluttered through the room, stirring my hair and tickling me in places that normally never saw the light of day. Two sets of hands helped me off of the bed and guided me closer to the floor-length wall of windows; thankfully, since the balcony itself was much too hot from the sun for me to kneel on it without burning, they stopped and gently pushed me to the carpet just inside the door. I heard a few sounds of moving furniture as Gabe brought a chair over from the desk, and then there was Raine, seated in front of me like a queen on her throne.
I leaned toward the knees in front of me, feeling my breasts rub against them, then lightly ran my tongue up her inner thigh. I couldn't believe how much difference there was between Raine and the men I'd slept with; she was so soft, so smooth, and she smelled so sweet, like an expensive musky perfume. Don't get me wrong, I love the scent and taste of a nice hard cock, but this was something completely new to me, and I quickly found myself intoxicated by it. I pressed forward between her legs, making small, hungry noises in the back of my throat, hunting for the source of that sweet scent. The hot sun beat down on my back, matched by the wet heat in front of me, making me slightly dizzy with need. Distantly, I heard a chuckle and a comment from Gabe, probably something I'd hit him on the arm for if I were in my right mind, but by now I was too far gone to care.
There. In that nest of curls, that was the place I'd been looking for, sweet and wet and puffy and slick...I'd never tasted another woman's juices before, but I lapped up that sweet honey and hunted for more. Gentle flicks across her hard little clit - I'd definitely be back, but right now I was searching for something else - long, slow, lashing movements down her slit, and there, the source of that wonderful nectar. Slowly I traced the opening with just the tip of my tongue; not really teasing, just preparing her for what was coming. Firmer, slow spirals just inside, long and lazy; I could do this all day. Then, surging forward to bury as much of my tongue inside her as I could, slowly pulling out, in again, out... I built a rhythm, began to flick my tongue around inside her on each forward motion, felt her hips beginning to rock forward to meet me.
