This chapter can be read without the benefit of the prior chapters.
This chapter is light on plot and heavy on hot lesbian anal sex.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.
Chapter Five
Annika was my slut. She was an engagement gift from Sir. She was also a postgraduate student at Cornell who was staying with Sir and me in Sir's brownstone on the Upper East Side of Manhattan during her holiday break. I hadn't seen Annika since she went to Ithaca in August and we were eager to get re-acquainted.
Annika was a waifish natural blonde from Sweden. I know it's a stereotype but Swedish blondes are beautiful and sensual. We'd only had sex together, or with Sir, on a half dozen occasions, so I'd been looking forward to her return from college since she left back in August.
I was mostly German stock, a natural blonde with a sturdier frame than Annika. I know I turned heads with the size of my breasts. It was easy to manipulate my typically male opposing counsel with my big tits, and even once with a dyke county attorney. Being an early declared lesbian myself, my domination by Sir was a big step for me to accept a man. Sir knew this and was thoughtful enough to give me Annika as an engagement gift. He accepts that I need my alone time with her. Every time I make love with Annika I love Sir even more.
Sir met Annika at a club He frequents, the same one where He met me. She's a novice, really nibbling at the edges since she's spending most of her time on her post-graduate work and writing a book about something she tried to explain to me but I never really understood.
I was in the living room sipping from a glass of wine from some expensive bottle in Sir's cellar and thinking about Annika, who was due to arrive any minute. The living room was done in a "Gilded Age" motif that made me want to wear white gloves and carry a parasol. It was tasteful, but not my style. Sir picked out the décor and I wasn't going to argue with Him. He loved the nostalgia of that golden age. It's one of things I love about Sir.
Annika couldn't have been more than a hundred pounds, where I tipped the scales at 140. As I said, I'm a big girl and I dwarfed my diminutive slut. She had a lovely face and the pale white skin of a young woman. She loved lesbian sex and the pain meted out by Sir. I'd like to think that Annika was here because she loved me and loved having sex with me.
I decided to dress slutty, with my blouse unbuttoned, no bra and a skirt but no panties. Sir was in Denver at some late night board of directors meeting in some windowless hotel conference room eating warmed over shitty food. Annika and I would be exploring each other's bodies while Sir was watching a mind numbing power point. I would be sure to point that out when I saw Him.
I was alone in Sir's two story brownstone. Soon I'd be the co-owner of the house. Sir and I were going to get married in the near future, but no date had been set. I liked this time of day. It was about 4 p.m. on a Saturday and I was drinking a fine wine and contemplating the joys of lesbian sex. I felt like a shameless slut so I went on a website that specialized in lesbian sex and typed in the search bar "analingus."
I searched through the thumbnail descriptions of the videos and picked one of two women having sex. I picked the video because one of the women looked to be older than the other and the older one was big breasted. It looked like an amateur video and was titled "Mom and stepdaughter eat ass." Right what I was looking for. I drank my wine, put on my headphones, and then started the video.
The women were in a rented Comfort Inn hotel room. I could tell from seeing the name reflected in the window of the room they were filming in. They were already naked, on their knees kissing on the bed. The younger woman looked to be in her 20's, a slight build with pale white skin, like Annika's. The older woman looked to be about my age, with shiny black wavy hair, big bouncy breasts and a generous sized booty. The older woman had the younger woman's spread legs over her shoulders, giving her a perfect view of the younger woman's crinkly brown hole.
My hand went between my legs. A little warm-up for my time with Annika. My body was buzzing with excitement. Then I felt a touch on my shoulder that made me shy away. My hand came out from between my legs and I looked at Annika, embarrassed.
"Thinking about me?" she asked me. She was still in her winter parka replete with flakes of snow on her shoulders.
"Sorry," I said, though that was a reflexive apology. I shed my headphones. She took off her parka and tossed it on the floor. She was wearing some red new age material for a top. It hugged her body like a second skin. She wasn't wearing a bra, so I could see every curve of her delicious body.
"I was thinking about you," she said, leaning over me.
Her hand replaced mine. Hers still had the chill of a New York City winter.
"Ahah!" I huffed. It was like putting an ice cube in my snatch. Annika immediately recognized her error. She put her fingers in her mouth to warm them.
"Ummmm," she purred, tasting me. "I love the flavor of your pussy."
I pushed her on her back on the thick oriental rug. I straddled her face and lowered my sopping wet pussy on her lips, facing her feet. Her tongue snaked inside me.
I felt a delicious warmth as she worshipped my steaming cunt, mixing her spit with my juices. I sat down harder on her face so she'd have to fight to breathe.
"Lick it slut," I said to her because we both like the sound of it. She was going to lick me whether I asked or not.
Her tongue explored every crevice of my pussy, coaxing a copious amount of clear, viscous fluid. She smeared it on her thumb and rimmed my asshole with it.
"Getting ahead of ourselves?" I asked her.
I heard a muffled answer. It didn't matter what she said, I was going to let do whatever she wanted to me. It felt too good.
Her hands pushed open my thighs, moving me so her nose was sticking in my snatch and her tongue was able to swirl around my asshole. It was so fucking dirty. I loved it.
I knew she couldn't answer but I wanted her to hear my hot talk.
"That's it slut. Lick my ass. Lick it good."
My slut was making love to my asshole, kissing, licking and sucking on it.
"Yeah . . . yeah," I encouraged her. I started fingering my pussy while she was eating my ass.
I gripped chunks of her fine, light blonde hair in my fists and pulled on it. I could hear her grunting.
"Shut up slut," I barked at her. She liked it rough. I liked to give it to her rough. She told me I can make her cum harder than anyone she's been with, including Sir. I consider that to be a high compliment.
I pulled hard enough on her hair that she squealed.
"I'll give you something to squeal to," I cackled.
I fell forward so my face was planted in her wet snatch, the same fine blonde hair, but these were soaked with my slut's pussy juice. Her lips were ripe and pussy and her slit was oozing a whitish liquid close to a man's cum. It was my job to scoop up that juicy treat first before sucking hard on her throbbing clit.
When I fell forward I freed her lips. Those lips framed a shout when she started cumming. Her body was thrashing on the floor but I wasn't stopping. I rode her like a bucking bronco, staying on her clit and torturing it with my tongue, making her cum until it hurt and she pushed me off.
"Jesus fucking Christ," she gasped after she was able to catch a breath. "I'm here five minutes and I'm cumming like that."
"It's my way of saying welcome home," I said. I used the back of my hand to wipe her pussy juice off my face. Then I licked it off like a good girl.
