Chloe dresses as a man to seduce a woman who insults Dianna and Fiona for being 'dykes'. This chapter contains oral, anal, group and lesbian sex, and public sex and humiliation in public settings. There are no STD's or COVID-19 in this fantasy world. JohnnyGalt makes all of my work better, so kudos to him. All mistakes remaining are mine.
Summer Surprise, Pt 10 - A Seduction
Dianne's first day back at class after her tattooing, Todd wanted to see the tattoo.
"It's still covered with a dressing. That won't be coming off until tonight," Dianne informed him. "You'll have to wait until tomorrow."
"Damn. I was hoping to see it today."
"Sorry. It's only one more day. You'll probably witness me cum today. One of my piercings rubs against my clitoris, so just walking around is a religious experience. Plus, Mistress is making me wear the toy again."
"Tell me when you're about to cum."
"Why? You don't think you'll be able to tell on your own?"
"I've never really seen a woman orgasm before."
"What about Thursday night? Erin and I, Fiona and Bree all orgasmed."
"I was watching what caused the orgasm more than the woman climaxing herself. I want to watch your face when you cum."
Dianne agreed to tell him as she didn't see the harm and knowing Todd was watching would make the whole experience even naughtier for her. They were halfway through the class when Dianne felt the Lush turn on.
"Can you hear that?" Dianne asked Todd.
"Hear what?"
"Mistress turned my toy on."
Todd lowered his head closer to Dianne and heard a faint buzzing. It was quite subtle. "Okay, I hear it."
"Keep your eyes on my face; it won't take long."
Todd kept his eyes on her face. "Oh, shit!" Dianne gasped. "Mistress is controlling it manually, not putting it on a preset pattern."
Dianne moaned softly, closing her eyes. She slid down a little in her seat, a dreamy look on her face. Dianne was thrusting her hips slightly. Todd could see them moving, almost as if she were fucking a lover. She sighed and her neck and upper chest flushed red and her nipples got even harder. Dianne squeezed her thighs together. "Ungh, ungh, ungh," Dianne whispered, thrusting more distinctly. She sighed and grew still except she seemed to quiver periodically.
Fifteen seconds later, she opened her eyes and sat up straighter. She looked at Todd, staring at her. "Did that satisfy your curiosity?"
"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen," Todd said, wide-eyed.
"Hotter than me licking a pussy?" Dianne teased.
"The second hottest then," Todd smiled. "Does it embarrass you when I watch?"
"It does, but it also makes it more exciting for me."
******
"Fiona, I have some anti-bacterial, numbing cream that needs to go on my tattoo now. It needs to be dabbed on, not rubbed in. Since I can't see my crotch too well, could I get you to put the cream on for me."
"You want me to put cream on your pussy tattoo?"
"If you would. I'm working blind if I have to do it."
Fiona thought about it for a few seconds, then asked, "Where."
"The ladies room would be the easiest, and we can both wash our hands first. You because I'm hoping you'll do it, and me if you can't."
Fiona nodded and they went into the ladies room. Since it was lunch time, it was fairly busy. They went into a handicapped stall to a few stares. Both of them washed their hands and Dianne handed Fiona the cream. She pulled up her dress and pulled down the dressing, exposing her bare mound and the butterfly tattoo. It also exposed the pink Lush tail sticking out of Dianne's pussy.
"Uh, what's that?" Fiona asked.
"A butterfly," Dianne replied.
"I know what a butterfly is. I'm wondering about the pink thing sticking out of you."
"Oh. That's a Lush sex toy Mistress is using to give me orgasms today. She gave me one in each of my first two classes today. Don't worry about it. Just dab cream all over the tattoo and on my piercing holes."
Fiona looked at Dianne's pussy. It was the first time she'd be touching a woman in that place other than herself. She felt herself become excited at the thought. She'd wondered about her sexuality, questioning if she was even the slightest bit interested in boys. She'd had a couple boyfriends, but hadn't felt particularly close to them and when they'd tried to pressure her into sex, she'd broken up with both of them. Erin had licked her to an orgasm on Thursday, and it had been wonderful, but she hadn't had to do anything other than lie there and enjoy it. This seemed far more dangerous and illicit, more participatory than Thursday night's orgasm. Dianne was showing signs of her own arousal. Her folds looked slick and damp, glistening in the fluorescent lights of the bathroom.
Putting some cream on her fingers, Fiona began to dab it against the tattoo, starting in the safest spot, the bare mound farthest from Dianne's slit.
"What do the Chinese characters stand for?" Fiona asked, carefully patting the cream on said tattoos.
"My pleasure slave," Dianne said, "and of course the CH is for Chloe, my Mistress."
Nothing more was said as Fiona kept putting cream on, getting closer and closer to the moist slit. She was entranced, wondering what it would feel like to put her fingers inside. Would it be like masturbating herself, or different somehow. She was close to the last bit marking the inner boundary of the wing, right beside those slick folds when she heard Dianne's pussy start buzzing, feeling the vibrations through her fingertips. Her first instinct was to pull away, and she did for a second, but Dianne began to moan low and soft in her throat, and Fiona realized it was the toy and it was going to make Dianne cum. She put her fingers on the tail and the vibrations were stronger, then followed the tail up until it disappeared inside Dianne's pussy.
Fresh pearls of liquid started forming at the bottom of Dianne's slit and slide towards her ass or even drip along the tail.
"Are you going to cum?" Fiona whispers as Dianne starts shivering.
"Soon," Dianne whimpers, then, "Now."
Fiona was entranced, watching a woman cum so closely to her for the first time. She saw Dianne's vagina spasm, contracting and expanding, more fluids forming and dripping out of her, joining the few drops which preceded them. She dipped a finger in the clear fluid and brought it to her lips to taste, her tongue testing it. Unfortunately, it was the finger she'd been using to apply the cream and the taste was more bitter than she expected, before realizing the true source of the bitterness. Fiona took a finger from her other hand and tested the fluid again, finding it tart and tasty. She wanted nothing more than to lick up the slit before realizing the whole area was covered in the cream and it would all be bitter. She knew she had to have more of it soon. Fiona would talk to Chloe and see what she needed to do to lick this tempting slave.
Finishing up with the tattoo, Fiona put some on both of the piercings and realizes Dianne's clit was poking from her folds after her orgasm, and so close to where she was applying the cream. She brushed against it, "accidentally", and Dianne moaned a little more, her orgasm still ebbing.
Fiona capped the tube and washed her hands. Dianne got up and let her dress drop. "Thanks," she said.
They left the stall together, Fiona leading her, and a woman applying lipstick while staring in the mirror, said, "Fucking dykes."
Dianne slapped the lipstick out of he woman's hand and pushed her against the wall. "Neither one of us are dykes, bitch. I'm bi and have a boyfriend. She's never been with a woman. She was helping me apply medication to a part of my body I can't see. Don't say shit unless you know what you're talking about."
The woman tried to push back. Dianne pushed harder. "I heard you fucking cum in there, you pussy princess," the woman hissed.
"Damn straight. My boyfriend's got a fucking toy inside me he can control remotely and he made me cum. Don't you dare fucking insinuate this woman is any fucking different than you are, except she's a hell of a lot nicer and better behaved, you prejudiced nazi."
Dianne stepped back and lifted her skirt showing the pink tail dangling from her pussy. She dropped the dress, picked up the lipstick from the floor and dropped it into the toilet in an empty stall. "Fuck you, bitch," stalking out of the restroom with Fiona scampering behind her. Dianne headed to the classroom, skipping lunch. She could get an apple later, or maybe something from the snack vending machines that dotted campus.
"Wow! Are you sure you need a guardian? That was great."
"I don't necessarily expect you to protect me, except as a witness. Most assholes don't want a witness if they're going to do something illegal. And one thing I've learned from Mistress and Monica is that if you keep quiet about bias and injustice, it won't ever get any better. She had no right to call you a dyke, which is a damn derogatory term anyway, and only half a right to call me one, and even that's less than half true as I enjoy sex with men more than women."
"I might be a dyke," Fiona said softly. "If you didn't have that salve all over you, I might have licked you."
"Even if you are a lesbian, which isn't a sure thing, you're not a dyke, any more than a Jew is a kike, an African-American is a nigger or a coon, or an Italian is a wop or guinea. You enjoyed getting your pussy licked. I'm sure that bitch does too. Big deal. Those are derogatory, discriminatory words used to verbally abuse and debase people. They're used by small minded people who only feel bigger and more important when they can make others feel smaller and insignificant. No matter who you are or end up being, there's no reason to belittle you for what you are."
Since they were early to the class, they sat outside on one of the benches to enjoy the spring day.
"You're not dressed as slutty as you were last week," Fiona noted.
"We realized people might post pictures of me with my identity tagged on social media. I would never post anything to mine, but what's to stop anyone else from doing so to theirs. Most of my classmates know who I am. I'd prefer not to have a permanent record of what I do here follow me the rest of my life. Can I ask you a question? Have you ever had sex with a guy?"
"No. At least, not all the way. There was some heavy petting. I just never felt enough for any of the boys I dated to surrender the pink."
Dianne laughed. "Surrender the pink. I've never heard that expression before."
"It was the name of a book written by Carrie Fisher of 'Star Wars' fame. It was a very funny book which I enjoyed."
