Author's note; This story contains scenes of increasingly less reluctant lesbianism.
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I was naked and on my bed within minutes of getting home. Satisfying the aching need for relief my afternoon of performing cunnilingus had created was my first priority.
Around me lay my trusty vibrator, the slim one I'd used last night, the buttplug Olivia had given me, Angela's thong, and, of course, Sofia's still slightly damp set of lacy, white panties. I had planned on putting them in the hamper, as I had with Angela's knickers last night, but I quickly gave up the farce once I held them in my hand. I was alone, no one would know what a pervert I was, and I didn't want to waste the potency of their aroma, as disgusting as that was to admit.
I thought I had reached a low point last night, but as I lay there with my sex throbbing in anticipation, I knew I had descended to a new level of depravity. I forced myself to admit that I was helplessly addicted to my newly discovered craving for pussy. And yet, I was still so repressed and ashamed of my urges that I had retreated to private masturbation using soiled underwear as a substitute for reality.
I was a good looking girl and knew plenty of lesbians. Hell, even my best friend was bisexual! Surely I could text any of them and they'd be down with coming over and giving me some bi-curious playtime with no strings attached! If I wanted anonymity I could use Tinder, or even go to a Dyke bar, there were plenty in L.A. Acting on my desires should be easy for someone like me. It's not like I wanted a relationship, I just wanted a girl to make me cum. That's all I craved and I believed that this unrequited need was what was driving me to the sick, perverted, and unhealthy obsession with panties and masturbation that had reduced me to this disgusting state.
Yet, I couldn't do it. The "it" being going out and getting laid by a woman. That midwestern and wholesome part of me found the idea of actively experimenting, if I could still call my cravings that, as too big of a step. It would mean I took the initiative and sought out women, versus my current state where I'd rationalized with myself I was doing all this just for my new job.
It was too big a cliff to leap off of right now, and I brought Angela's knickers up to my face again for a lingering sniff. Her scent was fading, I thought with some dismay, and I raised Sofia's lacy panties up and crinkled my nose in feigned disgust at the relative strength of her odor, full of her earthy copper musk. My sex twinged and I groaned in self-disgust as I felt my body grow warm in eagerness.
Why did this turn me on so?
I pulled my laptop from my nightstand and turned it on, praying it was working today as the battered antique was on its last legs. I was soon browsing porn and felt my stomach roil in a mix of lust and fear as I started scrolling through lesbian videos. I'd never watched the genre before, and, frankly, usually didn't watch a lot of porn videos while masturbating, preferring stories or my imagination. My heart was soon racing and my sex tingling, my arousal welling forth as one hand idly began to tease myself.
Lesbian porn was fascinating, and definitely arousing. Part of my turn on was how shameful I felt as I viewed the scenarios. With no cocks visible, it was all just gorgeous women, boobs, and lots and lots of pussy. My own knowledge of intimate female anatomy had broadened greatly in just two days, but seeing all the various shapes, sizes, colors, and grooming styles of vulvas that appeared on my screen was mesmerizing.
My vibrator had replaced my fingers. I bent my knee and jammed my heel against the vibe's base to keep it in place as my slippery natural lubrication kept threatening to have it buzz out on its own. One hand idly tapped my clit as I browsed, trying to decide what I liked the most. My shameful dirty panties were tucked next to my head, so wafts of feminine musk floated to my nose anytime I turned my face. I was so turned on, even with the vibrator on low, that I was worried I might come at any time.
And of course, what ultimately caught my eye was a lesbian domination film. An older dominatrix had tied up and was sexually abusing a younger blonde with big breasts. The parallels with Angela and myself were obvious and I was quickly intrigued. The girl was bent over a desk, her hands cuffed and pulled forward. Her legs were tied the corners of the desk, forcing them to be spread wide, and the Dominatrix had just finished whipping her ass cheeks into a polka-dotted galaxy of red splotches.
The camera panned on the girl's gaping sex as her ass cheeks were spread. I felt her misery, imagining that scenario as I had held myself open for Angela yesterday. I'd done it today in fact, for Sofia and Olivia as well. I guess I was pretty good at that pose. A finger was inserted in the girl's ass, testing it, before a buttplug appeared in frame.
A buttplug! I paused the video and hastily sat up. I'd forgotten the order to start to stretch my ass out. As huge as that toy still seemed, I knew it was in my best interest to try and get ready in case my ass was tested on Saturday night. I grabbed some lube from my bedside table and placed the laptop at the foot of the bed.
Facing the screen on my knees, I lubed my tight ring up as best I could, working up to the point that two fingers seemed to glide into my ass with no friction. The plug was lubed up next and I bent forward and rested on one elbow as I placed the tip of the plug's onion bulb at my pucker. I pressed play on the video and begin to slowly circle and rock the plug against my hole in nervous anticipation.
"Get in there, you can do it," I groaned to myself as I pushed harder. On the screen, the blonde sub's ass was easily parted by an even larger buttplug. I was amazed at the ease with which she swallowed it, the Dominatrix even pulling it out and pushing it back in several times with little resistance as her asshole dilated easily. The girl squirmed and shuddered, her cries filling my room as I turned up the volume.
Inspired, I pushed harder, but found only more resistance. I fought the urge to muscle the plug in, and tried to breathe slowly and deeply. Finally, after minutes of gentle pushing and wriggling, a deep exhale timed with a paradoxical tightening of my sphincter muscle did the trick. My ring gaped open and stayed relaxed enough to for me to bury the plug in fully to it's flared base.
"Oh my GOD!" I screamed out in surprise.
On screen, the scene had progressed well ahead of me, with the dominatrix greedily devouring the sub's dripping cunt while her hand fucked the girl's ass with the buttplug. I felt so full and stretched that I wondered if I could get the plug out now, let alone fuck myself with it. The sensation was frankly uncomfortable at first, and I fought a panicked urge to try and remove it. Anal, at least big anal like this, clearly wasn't for me. Fucking myself with the plug was unthinkable and I rocked on my knees for a bit, trying to figure out what to do. Eventually, the action on the screen distracted me and I soon found myself fingering my snatch and watching the poor girl get helplessly abused on screen.
"What a fucking slut!" I cried out to myself as the girl was forced to hold her buttplug in her mouth while the Dominatrix had begun to tongue her ass instead. It was filthy and disgusting, something I'd never do, but I couldn't deny that it was arousing to watch right now. More than anything, the fact that the Dominatrix could do anything she wanted to this helpless girl, and not only would she not protest, but even gladly comply, was profoundly exciting. The parallels with my own helpless obedience and submission to Angela's will was unavoidable.
I wasn't that dirty of a slut, though. No way!
I was still bent forward, ass in the air, so I decided to sit back again. As soon as my ass hit the bed, I remembered I still had a buttplug inside me. Somehow, I'd gotten used to the feeling of it and now felt a warm rush of pleasure shoot through my body. Okay, maybe I could get to like this anal stuff! I shifted around, enjoying the stimulation it gave me as I settled back into the bed.
I was ready to cum and making a mess of my comforter with my overflowing juices. I arranged my precious soiled panties around my head again, then impulsively draped Sofia's over my nose, and placed the laptop at my side and unpaused the movie. The vibe slipped back into my neglected pussy and I signed in contentment at the profound feeling of fullness I had down below.
"Mhmm, suck my cunt, you bitch!" I cried out to no one in particular. My mind imagined a woman between my thighs giving me the deep waves of pleasure that were building. One hand reached under my ass and began to push on the base of the buttplug, giving it a gentle in and out pressure that started a nice warm ball of pleasure centered on my asshole. The other hand rubbed my clit gently, my fingers pushing my wayward vibrator back into me as every little spasm in my passage threatened to eject it given my copious lubrication. It wouldn't be long now! The dominatrix had flipped the girl over and was now sitting on her face, rubbing her slit into the helpless girl's mouth as her slave ate her out of self-preservation. "Eat me out, you dirty bitch!"
