Chapter 6
"Love at Last?"
Benita was asleep that Saturday morning in the bed of the home which had quickly become her second home. The queen-sized bed, with its soft quilt covers and firm, supportive mattress always gave her a good night's sleep. The solid, wooden bed-frame had proven quite useful in the kinky games that she and her latest lover, Stacey loved to play.
Benita had been happier this past week than she had been in quite a long time. She had not only found a lover who accepted her cock but she had accepted it herself. This breakthrough along with the pleasures she discovered her cock could give her via a willing woman, explained why she had practically moved-in to Stacy's bed and life.
In the week since they hooked up, Benita had gone home only to fetch some clothes and write a note to her parents telling them that she was staying at a friend's place and not to worry. Benita would go to school and then go right to Stacey's place. Once there she would do whatever homework she had and then help take care of baby Dean. Not to mention spending time in and out of bed with Stacey. In short it was a week of sexual exploration and self-discovery.
Stacey entered her bedroom and had to smile at the sleeping form of Benita in her bed. Stacey had brought Benita home to be just one in a long list of female conquests that she had brought here. Stacey was not afraid that Frank would find out; that was never a worry or concern for her.
Since Stacey's husband, Frank, was away from home so much they had agreed some time ago that she could have sex with as many women as she liked. The only provisions were: 1) that she only had sex with women 2) that she did not play around while he was in town and 3) that she was discrete.
Frank knew that she was successful in bedding women and when the mood struck him he would ask her about her various exploits. This would usually lead to hot and passionate sex, once the story was told. As for Frank himself he never played around, he simply had a lower sex drive than Stacey; work seemed to drain this out of him.
All that changed for Stacey after that first time with Benita, now all she wanted was Benita; this scared and excited her. On one hand it was good and satisfying to have a steady lover as beautiful and skilled as Benita, because of this Stacey was happy. On the other hand this "fling" had already passed finding a safe outlet for her sexual urges and grown into a full-blown affair.
Stacey always knew one of the risks of playing around was to become attached to a lover. That is why her policy was to have sex with a woman only once or sometimes twice, any more than that and Stacey knew you were asking for trouble. It had been a week of the wildest and most incredible sex of her life, with a woman she had already had sex with so many times, she had lost count.
Stacey could hardly believe that she was standing in her own bedroom wearing nothing but a slave collar bringing her lover a cup of coffee. This was something she never did as she was always the one in charge, in and out of the bedroom. Stacey couldn't resist Benita, and had already proved that she would to anything for her newest and greatest lover. By Wednesday, Stacey's submission to Benita was complete. Even then Stacey had to ask Benita to become her Mistress and explain what that meant.
Needless to say Benita jumped at this opportunity and fell naturally into the role of Mistress, as she was a natural Dominant. Stacey had never seen herself as a submissive, but indeed she was a Switch, and loved to serve Benita, her new Mistress. Since Benita collared Stacey Wednesday night, the intensity, frequency and kinkiness of the sex picked up considerably.
Stacey placed the cup of coffee on the bedside table and tucked the teaspoon she had also been carrying behind the lamp, out of sight. Carefully Stacey pulled the covers back and exposed all of Benita's body, complete with cock, fully engorged in "Morning Wood." Stacey shuddered in excitement and whimpered when her eyes fell on the cock she worshiped. Softly and carefully Stacey got on the bed and crawled between Benita's thighs, making sure not to touch Benita at all.
Stacey brought her mouth, which had already started to water, close to her Mistress's cock. As soon as she could Stacey wrapped a hand around the base of the monster cock and her lips around its head. Stacey closed her eyes as her lips descended on the shaft of the exquisite cock. With cock firmly in mouth, Stacey moved her hand from the base of Benita's cock down to her pussy where she gently pushed two fingers inside. Stacey began to finger-fuck Benita while she gave the same woman a blowjob. Being able to do this was just one of the reasons Stacey was infatuated with Benita and her cock.
Benita moaned lightly in her sleep and began to stir as she started to wake up, yet Stacey pretended not to notice. While she continued her efforts to please Benita, Stacey watched Benita's face intently, out of the corner of her eye. Benita's eyes opened and a luxuriating smile crept across her face as the bliss of the moment washed over her. Slowly Benita looked down and saw Stacey steadily sucking her cock and fingering her pussy. Benita growled and shifted her groin as the expert ministrations of her lover and slave continued to wash over her.
"Bring me my coffee, Woman," Benita ordered in a sleepy manner.
"Yes, Mistress," Stacey said before giving Benita's cock a final lick.
Stacey got out of bed as quickly as dignity would allow, picked up the cup of coffee which was within arm's reach of Benita and presented it to her. Benita looked at the cup of black liquid and then up at Stacey with a displeased expression.
"This is NOT how I like my coffee and you know it, Woman!" Benita said, punctuating the last word as she stared at Stacey in a stern manner.
Between Stacey and Benita, they both knew that when Benita addressed Stacey as "Woman" she was really addressing Stacey as "slave." This gave Stacey a shiver down her spin each time she heard Benita say the word and Benita got a jolt of excitement each time she said it. Benita didn't have a problem with addressing Stacey as "slave" she just liked the sound of "Woman" better.
"I know, Mistress, but I also know that you like to watch me do this," Stacey said with a giggle she tried to hide as she put the coffee down on the bedside table.
Stacey grasped her right breast with both hands, directed the nipple at the cup of coffee. Stacey glanced between the cup of hot liquid and Benita's face as she squirted out a sizable amount of breast-milk into the cup of coffee. Benita's lust-filled face was all the thanks Stacey needed and she smiled to herself as she picked up the hidden teaspoon and stirred the coffee. Once again Stacey presented the cup of coffee to Benita but this time Benita nodded her approval and accepted the cup of coffee.
"You may resume your morning duties, Woman," Benita said in a commanding tone of voice, accentuating the last word, once again.
"Yes, Mistress, Thank you," Stacey said with a nod and started to enter the bed once again.
"Make sure not to spill my coffee, Woman," Benita said sternly before she took a sip of coffee.
"Yes, Mistress," Stacey said as she crawled in between Benita's thighs and resumed her oral and finger ministrations.
Benita sipped the coffee as Stacey continued to suck her cock and finger her pussy; life was good. With the ample experience that Stacey had not only servicing Benita this week but lovers in general, it didn't take long before Benita clumsily put her cup of coffee down, as her orgasm drew nigh.
