Authors Note: I can't say enough about Angel Love for editing this and almost all of my stories. She's a great editor and a great friend. Thanks Angel.
Entering the large chef's kitchen behind Camille the thoughts running through your head had you almost panicking. The pounding of your heart can be heard in your ears as it feeds your brain. You are sure that Camille is not making idle threats when she said that you would taste other women and would also be tasted by them. It's not that you don't find other women to be attractive but you certainly don't consider yourself a bisexual. Is this all part of His plan? Is this what He desires for you? Group sex isn't exactly what you have in mind as regular fun.
"Stand over there and don't break anything," Camille says pointing to a corner of the kitchen.
What exactly can you break? Your hands are bound at the wrists behind your back, your legs are bound at the ankles and you have a red rubber ball in your mouth! Standing helpless in the corner all you can do is watch Camille prepare lunch and think about what is in store for you over the next week. It doesn't take long for you to start shifting on your aching feet. You were never one to wear high heels and certainly not the four inch ones like you have on now.
"Something wrong slut?" Camille asks giving your body another thorough once over with her eyes, "Are your heels bugging you?"
Casting your eyes downward you nod yes. The fact of the matter was your toes are getting crushed into the front of the shoes and your ankles and calves ache as never before.
"Soon you'll get used to them," Camille explains, "but I can offer you a way to take them off for now."
Instantly you begin to move to step out of them. "WAIT!" Camille hisses quickly approaching you, "I didn't tell you to take them off yet!"
Camille's body presses against yours so hard she pushes you against the cold wall behind you. Once again you can feel her breath on your lips. "I said I would offer you a way out of them."
Camille's hands land softly on your bare hips and begin to glide up toward your breasts. As much as being touched by her is against your wishes it's hard not to enjoy it.
"After watching you in the foyer," Camille says as her hands cup your breasts, "I couldn't help but get excited." Instinctively your eyes close and you moan softly as Camille squeezes and lifts your breasts. "All you have to do slut," Camille says with a wide grin on her face, "is lick my pussy."
The startled look on your face makes Camille laugh loudly. Despite her laughter she never stops toying with your breasts and is now rubbing her thumbs around each hard nipple. "Why so shocked slut?" Camille asks between laughs, "I told you that you would have to service my needs as well, so why not now?" Camille reaches up with her hands and pulls the gag from your mouth leaving it dangling around your neck.
"But Camille," you plead, "I've never done that before!"
"You do want out of those heels don't you?" Camille asks returning her attention to your breasts.
"Well yes of course but ..." Your pleading is becoming weaker as your thoughts are distracted by her fingers on your nipples. "Oh that feels so good."
"I know about pleasure slut," Camille says lowering her mouth to your left breast, "and I know those heels are oh so painful right now."
She's right. Standing there your little toes have already fallen numb. With her tongue circling your nipple and her teeth nibbling it staying strong and not giving into her will be impossible. Camille's left hand on your right breast isn't helping either as she tugs your nipple making it spring back each time.
"Oh my God!" you moan softly, "okay, I'll do it Camille." As the words pass your lips you can feel your stomach turning and know that once again you have given in.
"Good!" Camille stands up and turns away quickly flicking your face with her long red ponytail.
Standing there with your nipples yearning to be touched more and as horny as ever you wonder if it would be worth it. You watch as Camille's hands move slowly across her leather clad butt and slowly pull the zipper down. As she lowers the tight skirt over her hips you notice that she was not as pale as most red heads and lacks tan lines. Camille steps out of her dress revealing a pair of lace top stockings and a small lace thong. Seeing you watching her Camille slowly unbuttons her blouse revealing a black satin and lace demi bra that barely contain her C cup breasts. Her body is fit and toned like an athlete and somehow makes you desire her more.
"Do you like what you see?" Camille asks as she slowly pushes her thong over her shapely hips. All you can do is nod yes. Camille steps out of her thong and approaches you. As she holds it up you can smell her musk. She presses the thong against your lips. "Do you smell me slut?" She asks holding the thong under your nose.
"Yes," you answer quietly embarrassed to admit that it excites you as it does.
"Do you feel how wet they are?" She asks pressing them harder against your lips.
"Yes," you answer trying to keep your lips close together for fear she will push them into your mouth.
"You can resist now slut," Camille laughs pulling the thong away from your mouth, "but soon my scent alone will make you wet."
Camille turns and walks away leaving you weak. Every part of your body says run, every part that is except for your pussy which is throbbing and wet again. It is impossible to take your eyes off Camille as she gets a towel and neatly folds it before placing it on the floor.
"Come over here slut," Camille says as she hops up on the butcher block in the center of the kitchen, "your tongue isn't that long."
The throbbing in your feet seems a distant memory as you approach Camille. She positions herself on the butcher block and spreads her legs wide open revealing a fire red strip of hair above her pussy. Still it is difficult to stand close to her. Leaning forward Camille's right hand slowly grasps the gag hanging around your neck and she uses it to pull you closer to her. When she stops your thighs are pressed against the butcher block and her legs. The heat of her pussy against your body is undeniable. Camille pulls your mouth closer to hers.
"Remember slut," She says with her lips gently grazing yours, "you're not allowed to close your mouth. Your lips should be parted at all times." Slowly parting your lips your eyes remain locked on hers. Camille's tongue slowly moves over your lips coating them with her saliva.
"Very nice slut," Camille whispers softy.
Camille's hands move quickly gripping the sides and back of your head as she plunges her tongue into your mouth. You don't have time to react and with your hands bound you are unable to push her back. Her legs lock around yours as she pulls you into her body. Your entire body tenses at her invasion which now seems to be happening in slow motion. Her body seems to be enveloping yours and then you realize that you are actually kissing her back! Her tongue and yours dance like old lovers while the rest of your body tries to rebel. Your rebellion is short lived. Camille's hands release your head but still you keep kissing her. Once again your body is left unprotected to her touch. Her fingers move over your breasts, back, ass and pussy. They seem to be everywhere at once. Your kiss doesn't even break as you moan deeply into her mouth.
"You are one hell of a kisser slut," Camille says pulling away leaving you wanting more, "I can't wait to see how well your tongue works elsewhere."
Camille's hands slowly move up your body and come to rest on your shoulders. Using the pressure of her hands on your shoulders Camille soon positions you in front of her breasts. Her hands slowly move from your shoulders to the small clasp in the front of her bra.
"That's a good little slut," Camille coos, "You know you want to suck on them." Her hands guide your head into place until your mouth is over her left breast. "Don't stop now." Your lips part slowly as you push your tongue forward barely touching her hard nipple. Camille's hands force your mouth onto her breast. "That's it slut, suck on it hard."
Following her instructions you begin to suck hard on Camille's breast as your hands strain on your cuffs. You begin to feel light headed as she smothers you with her tit.
"Now the other one," Camille says as she moves your head from one to the other.
Again Camille pulls your mouth in hard to her chest almost smothering you. Bent over in this position your entire body aches. Finally Camille releases your head. Attempting to straighten your body Camille pushes you further down.
"I've folded a towel for you to kneel on," She says smiling at you, "and don't forget to take off your shoes."
Camille slowly leans back allowing you better access to her pussy. Her smell is intoxicating but your reservations start anew. You are about to have sex with another woman. This isn't what you've bargained for in the slightest. Her hand moves to the top and then the back of your head until she is guiding your mouth to her. Once again your world moves in slow motion until your tongue is moving over Camille's wet pussy.
"That's it slut," Camille says softly, "slip your tongue in and out of my pussy."
Camille pulls your head in tighter to her body allowing your tongue to penetrate her deeper.
"Now make me cum," Camille instructs lifting your head slightly to position your tongue against her clit.
Slowly your tongue moves over her clit. Her instructions begin to fade into the background until they finally turn to moans. What seemed so wrong only a short time ago now feels amazing. You finally feel some control, the first bit of control you have had in the past few days. Only your tongue can bring her pleasure right now. This small feeling of power reignites your passion and desire. Suddenly all of your concentration and every one of your efforts is directed into licking Camille to orgasm. The feeling of her feet and legs on your back and arms only work to encourage you more. Looking up you can easily see the pleasure on Camille's face and the excitement in her hands on her own breasts.
