After a long, hot shower, Victoria put on a matching set of underwear -- tiny, sheer, and black. Eddie and Sarah arrived at 9:00 on the dot. Vicky opened the door, and Sarah scowled at her; her arms defiantly crossed over her chest. Obviously, the ultimatum Vicky'd delivered to Eddie earlier that day had worked. Vicky didn't know what he'd told Sarah to get her here, nor did she care.
She examined the pair. Sarah wore a little black dress. Low-cut, it ended about three inches above her knees. She'd accessorized with calf-high black boots, and the choker Vicky'd given her. Vicky pondered what this meant. She acted like she was supremely pissed off to be here, but she'd worn the item. Her long, brunette hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Eddie wore khaki pants, a polo shirt, and loafers. His hair was clean and combed. Vicky had to admit she was reasonably impressed.
Inviting them in, she closed the door, and led the two toward her bedroom. She could feel Eddie's eyes glued to her ass. Her pussy tingled, and she had to concentrate on walking straight. The expression Sarah gave her had set her off, and she was determined to hate fuck that look off her face. As she'd done so often recently, she clicked "record" on the video making program of her laptop.
"I love that outfit, Sarah," Vicky said, turning.
The couple remained silent, and Vicky stepped closer to Sarah.
"I can't wait to see you naked again," she whispered to the younger woman. "But, first we have some business to take care of."
She grabbed Sarah's hair, pulling hard, tilting her head back. Sarah gasped, her arms flailing as she tried to dislodge Vicky's hand. Eddie reached out toward Vicky.
"Sit down, Eddie," Vicky exploded.
He froze, his eyes locked on Sarah's face.
"Right now," Vicky said, her voice now even.
Eddie slunk over to the chair and plopped down. Vicky put the tip of her nose to Sarah's
"If you ever defy me again," she hissed, "I'll send all those videos to everyone at work."
"All of them?" Eddie blurted.
Sarah appeared to be confused. She twisted, trying to see Eddie. Vicky realized he hadn't told Sarah about their earlier rendezvous.
"Did I stutter?" Vicky said, turning her head to glare at Eddie.
He shrunk back into the chair.
"From now on," Vicky growled, "when I call, you're gonna hustle your pretty ass over here to make me cum. Understand?"
As Vicky held her hair, Sarah struggled to nod a fraction of an inch.
"Now, my little fuck doll," Vicky sneered, "get undressed."
She released Sarah, and sauntered to her nightstand. Vicky opened a drawer and pulled out a strapless dildo, a bottle of lubricant, a box of condoms, and a pair of handcuffs. Placing the items on the bed, Vicky glanced at Sarah. The younger woman's eyes were fixed on the latex toy.
"You too, Eddie," she said. "Strip."
They disrobed quickly. Vicky instructed the now naked Sarah to get on the bed. While Vicky removed her own underwear, and crawled on the bed to lie atop the shorter woman, Eddie crept closer.
"You, sit down," Vicky ordered. "You're going to watch for now."
Chastised, he returned to his seat. Vicky kissed Sarah's lips. Her mouth opened and their tongues danced as they wrapped their arms around each other. Sarah dragged her nails over the delicate flesh of Vicky's back, and Vicky sighed. She rocked her hips; pressing herself against Sarah.
"You feel so good," Sarah cooed.
Vicky lifted her head, and gazed into her eyes. Sarah attempted to avoid Vicky's scrutiny, and Vicky put her lips to Sarah's ear.
"My little spaghetti slut," she whispered
Vicky kissed Sarah again. Sarah tried to return it, but Vicky began worming her way downward, wiggling over Sarah's warm flesh, trailing her tongue between her breasts.
"Roll over, baby," Vicky said, rising suddenly.
Sarah complied, and Vicky popped up to straddle her thighs.
"Give me your hands," Vicky ordered, picking up the cuffs.
Looking back over her shoulder, Sarah did as told. Vicky quickly secured her hands. That done, Vicky slapped Sarah's right butt cheek. The sound of her hand striking Sarah's skin filled the room.
"Shit," Sarah cried out.
"You fucking whore," Vicky said. "You didn't think I was going to make you cum first, did you?"
Sarah dared to rub the spot Vicky had hit. Vicky smacked her again, and Sarah yelped.
"No, no," Vicky mocked. "You don't get to cum until I say so."
Her face pressed into the bedspread, Sarah nodded.
"And, if you ever give me that bitch face you had on when I opened the door again," Vicky said as another blow landed, "I'll turn your ass so red, they'll be able to see it from space."
"Please," Sarah whimpered, "I'll do whatever you want. I swear."
Vicky fell forward to speak directly into Sarah's ear.
"I know you will," she taunted.
Eddie coughed nervously, and Vicky focused on him.
"Don't worry, Eddie," she said. "I've got something special planned for you."
"What?" he asked, warily.
"Later," Vicky said, grinning.
She slipped off Sarah.
"Get on your back," she directed.
Vicky crawled up Sarah's body, and knelt astride Sarah's face. Without hesitation, Sarah's tongue darted out to taste Vicky's cunt.
"Yesssss," Vicky murmured as her head fell back. "That's what I want."
She began grinding back and forth; riding Sarah's face. Sarah mumbled something unintelligible, and the vibrations rumbled through Vicky's body. She clawed at Sarah's hair, trying to hold her in place. For several minutes, she kept Sarah's mouth pressed to her pussy; panting for breath as her body quivered. She felt the tightness growing in her lower belly, and she tried to hold on, wanting more and more of Sarah's tongue. Her efforts were unsuccessful.
"I'm gonna cum," she rasped. "Make me cummmm..."
The helpless Sarah couldn't hear Vicky, but felt the older woman's body stiffen, then convulse violently as it collapsed against her face. Fear flashed through her mind as she thought Vicky might smother her.
"Fuuuuck," Vicky groaned as her body fell forward.
Vicky's ass remained up in the air as Sarah -- who could now breathe -- continued lapping at her swollen clit, extending the ecstasy.
"Oh, God, Sarah...," Vicky managed to say, then her words faded away.
She expended the last of her energy reeling to her right; letting her hips drop to the bed. Orgasmic aftershocks rolled through Vicky's body as she muttered incoherent endearments. Sarah flipped over and moved close, sticking out her tongue to lick Vicky's right nipple. It surprised Vicky, and she watched Sarah. Sarah noticed.
"What?" she asked, softly.
Vicky shook her head, as if to say "nothing."
"Can I cum now?" Sarah asked, a sly smirk on her face. "Please."
An electric charge shot through Vicky's pussy.
"I think you've earned a good fucking," she said, pushing herself up.
Vicky picked up the dildo and lube.
"Flip, bitch," Vicky ordered.
While Sarah positioned herself, Vicky tipped the bottle, carefully covering the length of the toy with the viscous goo. Gingerly, she inserted one end into her pussy, seating it securely. Eddie watched her, practically drooling.
"Can I join?" he asked.
"Not yet," Vicky said. "And, keep your hands off your cock, quick draw. I don't want you shooting all over my damned carpet."
Eddie frowned as Vicky forced Sarah's knees apart, spreading her legs wide. Kneeling before her, she guided the latex head to Sarah's lips. Their eyes locked.
