Author's Note:
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If you've read most of my stories before, you should probably be warned that THIS ONE IS DIFFERENT. This story has a bisexual story line. If male/male activities are not your thing, you probably won't like this one. Oh well; I'll catch you next time.
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She heard his feet shuffle, changing position, and his cock brushed against her upper arm. Her clit throbbed painfully now and she shifted her hips, only half realizing what she was doing. Once the mud was applied she heard Lance move away, leaving her to her dark, private, delicious torment. Her panties were soaked, so wet that juice dripped down between her ass cheeks.
Gradually she became aware that firm, soft hands, clearly feminine, were massaging her own. They expertly worked her fingers, loosening them, every touch sending sparks of electricity all the way up her arms to the tips of her nipples. She struggled not to react, not to let on that this was having such an effect on her. Then another pair of hands, also female, caressed her instep and her back arched sharply. She heard a light chuckle as her robe came undone, decidedly not of its own accord. The air chilled the newly exposed skin, now hot from arousal, and her nipples hardened into tight little balls. This time she tried to cry out, even opened her mouth to do so, but no sound came out.
Determined hands moved along her arms, circling her breasts and pulling at the material of her bra. Long, feathery hair tickled the top of her breasts as the hands arranged the bra so that the edge came in contact with her inflamed nipples, pressing achingly against them. The rough elastic dug into the soft flesh and Sandy found her voice, moaning lustfully. The unseen woman ran her hot tongue over Sandy's nipples, torturing her. She was sure it was a woman, could tell by the scent, the way she moved, the way she felt. This was not part of the fantasy; Sandy had never wanted to be with a woman, liked cock too much. But somehow, that made this reality more erotic - she really had no control over what was being done to her, or who was doing it.
She bucked when she felt warm breath on her drenched pussy lips through the silky material of her panties, hair spilling over her inner thighs. A tongue traced a delicate pattern over them, suckling the salty sweetness. She pulled against the cuffs, trying desperately to avoid traveling down the path these women were taking her.
"Please, no," she cried halfheartedly, but in truth she hoped no one listened.
Simultaneously her bra was unsnapped and her panties were torn free of her hips. Her rational mind wondered how she'd explain the lack of underwear at home, but the thought was quickly shoved to the rear of her brain as her body concentrated on all the fantastic physical sensations she was feeling. The woman between her legs moaned into her pussy and she felt the vibrations course through her entire body. The woman at her tits was alternating between nipples, biting and sucking with wild abandon.
"Ugggghhhhhh," Sandy gurgled, pressing her pussy into the woman's face between her legs.
The woman responded by lapping hungrily and fucking Sandy with her tongue. Sandy squirmed, mumbling incoherently, pulling feverishly against the leather straps, trying to grip the woman's tongue with the walls of her pussy. Her tits were sore from all the attention they were receiving but the woman teasing them was relentless.
Without warning, the woman between her legs bit down on Sandy's clit and worked a finger deep in her ass. Her whole body convulsed, and then she passed out. When she awoke she was in the waiting area, curled on a cushion, still in the robe, but naked underneath. Lance stood over her, his cock bulging invitingly in his too tight uniform.
"For obvious reasons we had to stop your treatment, but I was wondering if you'd like to reschedule. We were just getting started."
Wide-eyed, Sandy nodded.
At home, Sandy explained that the spa ran low on hair dye - her color blonde is very popular they said - so she had to make a follow up appointment. Her children bought it easy enough, but her husband grumbled about how worthless a spa was that didn't have enough dye before he let it drop.
Instead of being exhausted from her little adventure earlier, Sandy's already healthy sex drive doubled, if not tripled. By the time she and her husband got to bed she was sopping wet again and it didn't take much effort to get him hard. She climbed on him with no foreplay and rode him a full 20 minutes before he came, then sound asleep less than 10 minutes later with a big smile on his face.
Unfortunately, Sandy hadn't cum, which was unusual. In the past, her husband just had to wave his cock in front of her face and she was on her way, but tonight, for some reason, she had an itch he couldn't scratch. Lying in her bed, cum leaking out of her, her thoughts kept returning to the spa. Vivid memories of the unknown woman licking and sucking her pussy flooded her mind and soon she was pressing and rubbing her clit, careful not to be to vigorous lest she wake her husband and have to explain why she was still so horny. When her orgasm finally came she had to stuff her hand in her mouth to stifle the sounds. That made two incredibly powerful orgasms in one day.
