The Hand Off
Sometime later, I lay panting on the floor, still naked and unashamed. Maylene had departed, but complemented Naomie, "You picked yourself a fine little piece of ass," as she walked out the door.
It was then that I heard Rasha ask, "Do you mind if I play with your pretty little blonde Barbie doll, too?"
Moments later, I was holding hands with her and being led down the hallway to a guest bedroom. Rahsa was nicely dressed in a yellow min-length shirt and a pair of platform pumps. Her right hand slid down over my bare ass.
"I've been thinking about you for a long time." She bent over to kiss me. Her full desirable lips shimmered with gloss and actively worked themselves against mine. She drew me tightly against her well-toned body. A shot of craving shot though my exposed pussy as her large breasts brushed against mine.
"I can't believe I didn't pick up on you liking the ladies. I watched you in my class in that tight little unitard, pushing your firm ass up in the air all the time. I so wanted to get a piece of that action, but I didn't know you were in play."
My hands were instantly all over her. I worked at unbuttoning her silky blouse. I began kissing her tits once they were uncovered.
"So, how come you never tried to hit on me?" Rahsa's voice sounded accusing.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. I misread your interest, too. As my yoga instructor, I was too shy to have approached you. Can I make it up to you? Please?" I really was begging. At that instant I wanted her so badly.
Every inch of her body was sculpted to near perfection. She conducted three hours of intense exercise a day and her body was evidence of her hard work. I knew that Rasha was co-owner of the gym and even if I'd known of her proclivity toward women, I wouldn't have considered myself in her league.
My lips engulfed her right nipple and I worked the left with my hand. She began to moan softly and slid her gown off so that we were finally naked together.
"I don't believe you, you little bitch. You thought you were too good for me. When you wanted to get with a black girl, you hit on a light-skinned one like Naomie. I'm so mad at you."
She proceeded to pull me across her lap. I didn't fight at first, but then the open palm of her hand decisively smacked against the flesh of my ass. I yelped. She wasn't faking my punishment. I could tell there'd be a lasting inflamed mark.
"You keep your bitching to yourself. I can slap you a lot harder than that." A series of intense spanks rained down across my formerly alabaster derriere. By the time I'd received the full extent of my punishment, my entire rear was hot and reddened.
I stood in front of her and she commanded, "Stoke that tender tush for me." Rahsa licked her lips with delight as I attempted to sooth the enflamed flesh of my rear by rubbing it with both hands. I pouted with a quivering lower lip. "Yeah, you show me how sorry you are. You white girls are such prima donnas. I always had to go easy on you in my class, because you might start to whine. 'Oh, she's making me sweat. I'm not used to real exercise'," she said in a cold mocking tone.
My face turned a shade of red nearly close the crimson shade of my butt. "I've been a conceited princess. I want to make it up to you."
She pushed me to the floor, removed her panties and spread her legs. It wasn't necessary to say another word. I knew what to do to please her with my mouth. I used my tongue to lap away at her clitty as she rolled onto her back.
"Yeah, you keep it going. You're doing a decent job of pleasing my puss. I'll tell you when you can stop."
For twenty minutes, I brought her to two screaming orgasms. Rahsa was merciless in her insistence that I not slow my pace or intensity. "You keep working it, you little skank. Come on, feel the burn, bitch."
At long last, she ordered me to stop. She grabbed me by my hair and pulled be onto the bed with her. Her ebony hands stood in stark contrast across the milky tone of my boobs, as she navigated the highlights of my body. I forgot the aching that still plagued my buttocks and began to revel in the pleasure she was generously providing me as recompense of my services.
A sensation of delight shot through me, when she touched my cunt and she began to finger my clitoral hood. Did this really mean she was going to bring me off, too? My heart began to race. I reciprocated by gently stoking her clit with my other hand.
"You are a hot bit of tail, sweetheart. If Naomie hadn't gotten first dibs on you, I could see myself dating you." Her began to breathe in a rhythmic patter and started to tremble.
My mind concentrated on her statement that Naomie had a claim on me. There was a chance I could be hers. Even if it wouldn't be exclusive, I was thrilled at the thought that was some connection between us.