Amy lay spread eagled, naked and panting, on the cashmere blanket. Metal handcuffs fastened both of her hands to the wooden bedframe above her head, leaving her entire body exposed and vulnerable.
For the longest time, Amy had been insecure about her looks. She was of average height, with short blonde hair that never did what it was told and frizzed up in order to frustrate her. When she was a teenager, she had grown it long enough to cover her budding breasts and was quite proud of the godiva-like appearance. As an adult however, she felt like everyone could tell that her left boob was slightly bigger and misshapen compared to the right one, and had cut her hair short so as to avoid drawing attention to them. Amy had a wide midsection and wider hips; she wasn't quite overweight but she became increasing uncertain about her body when seeing women with perfect bikini bodies and hourglass figures. Someone had once called her 'pear-shaped' – she found it thoroughly unflattering but it wasn't entirely wrong.
She didn't feel insecure right now. Blindfolded and cuffed, she could only focus on the exhilaration of sensations that the Amazon was subjecting her to. She had met her only recently but Quinne had awoken a powerful desire within her. Gorgeous breasts, powerful muscles, strong arms, and eyes that flashed with lustful mischief – Amy had never felt such an intense craving for another person before.
Not that she could see those brilliant hazel eyes now. Quinne had offered to take her to a place of ecstasy, and so far, Amy wasn't disappointed. Her skin tingled with incandescent pleasure and beads of sweat encircled her brow. Without being able to see her body, she imagined that her whole body was glowing with the brightest point coming from her pussy. Despite having had two orgasms in a row, Amy wasn't sated yet. When Quinne had finger fucked her and then eaten her out, Amy felt so satisfied that she could barely walk.
Perhaps orgasm wasn't the right word. She couldn't tell exactly what Quinne had used on her – it felt huge when she had slid it into her vagina – but Amy had felt her body thrum with pleasure. Now, tied down to this bed and blind, she ached for more.
Amy was alerted to the movement of the tall woman near the bed – she was walking towards the head of the bed where Amy's head lay. A hand tenderly cradled her cheek. She felt heat rising in her face and warmth emanating from her body. Hands wrapped around her head and she could feel fingers unwrapping the blindfold. The fabric pulled away from her face and Amy blinked several times with the sudden increase in light.
Quinne stood grinning beside the bed. Her black leotard clung snugly to her taut body; she was running her hands slowly over her voluptuous curves and she seemed to want something of her.
"Watch," she said with the slightest heaviness of breath.
Amy watched with intense interest as Quinne hooked her fingers into the shoulder straps of her leotard. She slipped them gracefully down her arms until they hung loosely in her underarms. Reaching up to where the garment covered her breasts, she pulled at the tight fabric and it strained against her. The stretchy garment refused to go down; Quinne frowned for a moment and pulled harder until it slid down to her stomach. Quinne's breasts bounced up for a moment and came to rest against her chest. Amy's eyes widened just a bit – she just loved looking at this girl's large boobs. They definitely weren't the traditionally desirably perfectly round perky things – these hung heavy, but were soft and so well suited to Quinne's powerful frame. She stretched her arms upward yawning, but did so with luxuriant slowness.
Quinne winked at Amy and grasped the now-dangling leotard from her midsection and began to shimmy it down her body. The crotch of the garment seemed to stick to her for a moment before springing free. She bent over nearly double, pulling it down her legs in a way that was deliberately design to demonstrate her flexibility. The leotard lay on the floor and Quinne stepped out of it.
Amy stared at her with a mixture of admiration, envy and desire. Quinne was a big woman, in no way overweight but definitely large. She had strong, muscular curves and it was a delight to watch her simply standing or stretching. Amy found herself gazing at the gap between Quinne's legs – her thighs seemed to have a slight sheen to them.
I wonder if this has been turning her on? Amy thought. Is it possible to be turned on pleasuring someone else?
Amy's ex-boyfriend's had not cared a lick for her pleasure (though if she was going to be honest with herself, she really didn't care about their either). Quinne however had seemed to have become incredibly aroused, if her wet thighs were any indication. Amy stared intensely between her legs; Quinne had a neatly groomed landing strip of hair that drew attention towards the beautiful lips beneath. Her vulva was slightly engorged with blood and were splayed slightly open. Amy thought back to the other day where Quinne had brought her to orgasm with her tongue. Quinne had said she'd tasted good. For a moment, Amy wondered what Quinne tasted like.
Quinne began to walk up to where Amy lay and jumped onto the bed. She landed smoothly on her knees and looked down into her eyes. Thinking that Quinne was going to crash into her, Amy instinctively tried to catch her but the movement jangled her bound wrists instead. Quinne laughed throatily and grasped Amy's chin with her hand.
"You've got such a beautiful glow now," Quinne mused.
"I'm feeling pretty good. I hope there's more," Amy said.
The taller woman reached up and pulled the blindfold back down over her eyes, plunging Amy into darkness again. Amy called out in confusion.
"I thought you were going to show me something new?" Amy asked in the darkness.
Amy felt hot breath against her pubic bone, and a sudden thrill of pleasure explode over her as something warm and wet brushed across her sensitive clitoris. Fingers pressed against her moist opening and penetrated; Amy gasped with the sudden rush of sensations. She felt so aroused that she might come a third time in as many minutes.
The fingers withdrew and a foreign object, slippery and hard, replaced it.
"The vibrator again?" Amy asked, letting a slight tone of boredom enter her voice.
"Quiet!" a voice commanded. Amy fell silent.
"Good girl," Quinne said with a note of good-humoured condescension. "Now I want you to pay attention. I don't want you to think that this is random or not understand how it works."
"I don't..."
Amy had begun to question Quinne when a sudden vibration struck her from between her lips. It was a powerful sensation, easily overwhelming her ability to speak or reason. After several seconds, it stopped and Amy lay panting heavily.
"I have a little button here, my little Amy, and it can turn on Mr Happy any time I want. On any time I want. See?"
Amy heard a click and was assaulted by waves of pleasure. She could feel the beginnings of orgasm, but the device clicked off again. She moaned in frustration.
"Turn it back on!" Amy cried.
"Not just yet. I told you that you'd get a whole new world of experiences," Quinne teased.
The weight near her shifted away, but the vibrator had been left in place. She could feel a body shifting around the bed, and then weight press down heavily near her shoulders. Amy guessed that Quinne had stood up on the bed. Footsteps fell nearby, and Amy felt a foot land on each side of her head.
"Wait...what are you...?"
The buzzing in her vagina started up again and Amy arched her back. She clamped her muscles down on it as hard as she could, trying to see if she could 'extract' an orgasm from it. It turned off again. Amy felt like screaming.
The legs around her head tensed and Amy could feel the bulk of the Amazonian woman just above her face. A musky, spicy scent assailed her nostrils.
"Lift your head up," Quinne asked.
Amy did as she was told, but her face immediately impacted into a wall of moist flesh.