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Chapter 236
The following night she and Randi did a repeat
performance, as Laura had requested, only this time no
spanking. In fact, though Laura knew from the intensity and
excitement they had experienced together doing it that it
was not a dead issue, the subject never even came up, except
briefly when Laura took a slow, thorough tour of Randi's
exquisite naked bottom with her lips and fingers. Their
fucking had been deep and soulful on the second evening, and
by the time Randi left, Laura was reassured that their
relationship had mended itself, and that the damage done by
that horrible witch Rhonda was behind them.
She had not thought very much about Stevie Archer,
except as an angel who had brought Randi back to her bed by
dallying again with Rhonda. She had had a couple of wild
moments in bed with the former Playmate, but Stevie was
unpredictable and dangerous, as the video tape episode had
confirmed. How it had ever got into Rhonda's hands was
still a mystery to Laura. And why Rhonda had forgiven
Stevie was an even greater one. Would I? Laura wondered.
She is a kick. She's stunning, and has one of the most
beautiful pussies I've ever seen. And bodies, for that
matter. But there's something a little fickle about her.
Maybe I recognize too much of myself in her. She's
certainly bright, and loves to fuck fuck fuck.
Dreamily, sitting at home on her sofa with a glass of
wine, admiring the view, Laura thought back to the times she
and Steve Archer had fucked. In the other room, she still
had the video they had shot together in bed, while fucking,
a video that actually showed the beautiful Stevie in the
throes of a very powerful orgasm. You could also hear Laura
coming seconds later, but by then she had dropped the camera
and there was nothing but chaotic images of jumbled flesh
and bed coverings.
Thinking about it aroused Laura. All day she had felt
quite satiated after her two nights with Randi, warmly
contented, wondering why she had felt the desire to be so
promiscuous in the past. And yet, right now she was
thinking, longingly too, of Stevie. She must be in town, if
she's back with Rhonda. I wonder where she is. Staying at
Rhonda's house? Would they dare?
Two days later, she found out. Stevie left a message
on Laura's home voice mail.
"Guess who this is? Voice out of the past. Your
friend Rhonda and I made up. We're lovebirds again, aren't
you jealous? As long as we don't mention you, everything is
okay. Or video tapes. Of anything. Some company sent her
one advertising a cruise to Alaska, and she destroyed it.
Right before my eyes. With a hammer. She's a little
jealous. I guess I gave her reason. But she's a sweetie.
Sure loves me to pieces, I can tell you that. Anyway, I'm
not supposed to see you, but I was thinking. We might be
able to sneak in a moment without her knowing. I'm only
here for a few days, then flying to Rome for a shoot. I'm
staying down on Sutter Street at Campton Square. It's one
of those elegant boutique hotels, you know? Where the lobby
is sort of like a funeral parlor for very rich people, and
the glassware costs as much as a Mercedes. You know where
it is? Why don't you give me a call? [She whispered.]
Just a quickee. Laura, I don't think you can get what we
had very often in life. Just a quickee, okay. I miss you.
Be a dear. Give me a call. [Whispering even lower.] I
meant it, nobody ever made me come like that."
Then she hung up. Laura was floored. She had to sit
down and listen to the message twice over, enjoying every
last nuance of it.
But she had to think it over, very carefully. She was
already in enough deep shit with Rhonda without wading in
further. There was the Stevie-video tape incident, which
she had just been having a scintillating reverie about.
Then there was April. Dear April, Laura thought, I seem to
have forgotten all about her. Then there was Randi, whom
Laura had just won back, and of course the long-term
sporadic relationship both she and Rhonda had with Yvette.
Oh god, it's so complicated! Laura thought. How can I
call Stevie? It's so risky. If Rhonda found out, she might
really decide to get me fired this time. And she could
probably do it. Rhonda was very powerful, and Laura had
seen even Ada, her own boss, quail inwardly at the mention
of her name.
So how was it that a few minutes later Laura found
herself breathily speaking into the phone: "Do you have a
Ms. Stevie Archer registered there?"
She could not stop herself. Her hand seemed to reach,
independent of her will, for the phone. Fortunately, Stevie
was not there. Did she want to leave a message?
"Uh . . . tell her to call 473-6203. Thanks."
Laura hung up the phone, blushing hotly. Oh god, how
could I do that? I'm such a shit, telling Randi how much I
love her, then doing this, leaving a message for this girl
who's her chief rival with Rhonda! And I do love her! How
could I have done that? What would Randi feel like to know
that not only Rhonda but me too, I've slept with the
Playmate! The `fake Neegro,' as Randi calls her. I wonder
why she calls her fake. God, it would kill her! It would
kill me, if I were her! I should let Stevie and Rhonda have
their fun, as long as I get Randi back. I can't be fooling
around with Stevie, it's just so nasty and sleazy of me!
And yet, she waited for the phone to ring. All night.
When it didn't, she realized that Stevie was right now, this
minute, in Rhonda's bed, writhing and panting, her lean,
gorgeous dark brown body stretching and quivering, her
beautiful pussy oozing and swollen and puckering for
Rhonda's lips.
She went to bed but couldn't sleep, and when she
finally did get to sleep, the phone rang. Squinting at her
clock radio, she saw that it was two thirty-four a.m.
"Yes . . . who is this?" she croaked into the phone.
"Is this the g-spot girl?" Stevie's teasing,
outrageously droll voice came over the wire. "Gee! Oh, gee
again!"
"Oh god, it's you."
"Oh god is right. If you had only called earlier, you
would have saved me from another dreadful corporate party
with the blonde bombshell."
"Isn't she afraid people will begin to talk?" Laura
asked. "Like, maybe they'll start to think she likes
girls?"
"Laura," Stevie said with elaborate patience. "Don't
make me say this again. I was a Playmate. Everybody wants
to do me. They only envy Rhonda. It gives her extra cach,,
believe it or not."
Laura had no trouble believing, at least, that
everybody wanted to do Stevie. Just the sound of her voice
was infectious, and Laura could see that beautiful baby face
in her mind's eye.
"I have to sleep," she said groggily. "I have to get
up early."
"Go back to sleep, g-spot girl. I'll still be here
tomorrow. I'm not meeting Sweetie Pie until about eight,
for dinner. She has a prior appointment, with her
investment councilor. Come by and have a drink with me."
"What about the quickee?" Laura said, teasing her,
still groggy with sleep but warmly tantalized by the thought
of getting naked with Stevie again.
"We'll see." Stevie was playfully distant. "Only if
you're nice . . . and if you bring me something. A flower,
maybe."
"Gee," Laura said, deadpan. "I'll see if I can think
of something. Good night."
"Good night, Laura," Stevie breathed.
Laura drifted back to sleep and had dreams-not of
Stevie, which surprised her greatly in the morning-of April.
April was teasing her, telling Laura how Rhonda treated her,
then dropping her bra so Laura could see and crave her huge
jet-black nipples. She awoke feeling tingly all over,
smiling, wondering if in her subconscious mind the
connection between April and Stevie was their link with
Rhonda. The mind works in funny ways, she reflected as she
dressed. I must give that darling April a call. Gosh,
those beautiful big nipples! And she's so sweet to me these
days.
All day at work she hummed with happiness.
I fall in love too easily,
I fall in love too fast . . .
I'm not in love with either of them, though, she
thought. Not really. I'll have to find another song. I
adore both Stevie and April, but it's not like . . . Randi.
Jonelle. Charise.
She did have to flirt surreptitiously with Ada, and she
and Randi exchanged several deeply meaningful smiles, but
even her complex feelings for them both could not interfere
with her sense of well-being, and her delighted anticipation
of the end of the day. True, once or twice she did feel a
twinge of guilt, when shooting electrified sexual glances
Randi's way, by the background realization that promptly
after work she was going down to the fancy hotel, hoping
wildly to fuck with Stevie for a couple of hours before
Stevie's date with Rhonda.
I just have to shut that part of my life off from this
part, she told herself. After all, Randi was letting that
handsome Nate fuck her just the night before we got back
together. It's not as if she was pure and I'm the only one
who is bad. But the twinge of guilt would not go away. I'm
a scum and a shit, Laura thought at five o'clock, as she was
leaving her office. I love Randi, but I can't wait to bury
my face in that gorgeous Playmate's crotch.
Oh god, I can't! she thought. I can't wait! Since
Stevie had insisted she bring something, Laura had grabbed
the huge double dildo from under her bed that morning and
tried to stuff it into her handbag, where it would not fit.
Instead, she took her gym bag, the one in which she often
packed her tennis dress when going over to Walnut Creek to
`play tennis' with Ada. It was a stylish gym bag, and not
too big, and the dildo fit fine inside of it. Just carrying
it down the busy city streets made her feel deliciously
wicked. Wouldn't all you people just die to know what I've
got in this bag? she smiled.
In the funereal lobby of the expensive hotel, she asked
the clerk to phone up to Stevie's room and tell her that
Laura was waiting in the lounge. A few minutes later,
Stevie appeared, wearing faded (very tight) jeans, a Giants
baseball cap, and a Hard Rock Caf, tee-shirt. Even though
Laura knew she was twenty-six or seven, she looked all of
sixteen, incredibly fetching, her auburn hair a cloud of
glimmering curls, her slim hips and cute little butt drawing
the stares of Laura and the sparse, dignified hotel staff.
"Hi, Laura. Long time no see. Unless you've been
watching the notorious video. Then you've been seeing me."
Stevie gave forth some throaty giggles.
"How did you know I've got it?" Laura asked, drinking
in Stevie with her eyes.
Stevie was rather full of herself, Laura was reminded.
She was impossibly gorgeous, and all her life people had
been evidently fawning over her and dying to fuck her, as
she had reminded Laura on the phone. Who wouldn't feel like
she was the top, the summit, the apex of desire? Laura knew
people, male and female, wanted her too, but it was surely
nothing like Stevie felt.
"Rhonda stole it out of my luggage. That's how she got
her hands on it. When we were having our last fight-I
thought she was going to kill me, by the way-she said she
was going to confront you with it. So . . . you did get it?
At least she didn't hammer it to smithereens like she did
the Alaska cruise video. I almost got my eye put out by a
piece of flying plastic."
"She must be hotter than a pistol when she gets mad,"
Laura said wryly, making a very plain allusion to Rhonda's
sexual performance, curious, waiting to see how Stevie would
respond.
Stevie smiled tightly, her black eyes flickering with
mischief. "Rhonda is very sweet," she said in soft,
measured tones. Then she leaned close and whispered. "Much
sweeter than you are. Why don't you come upstairs and show
me how sweet you can really be. Maybe you can out-sugar
her."
Laura was so aroused she could barely speak. "You know
I can," she whispered back.
"Promises, promises. What's in the bag?"
"A surprise."
Stevie took Laura's elbow and steered her in the
direction of the elevators. Laura knew the hotel staff must
sense the sexual electricity in the air. She and Stevie
were clearly not heading upstairs to Stevie's room to play
Scrabble.
Laura was very impressed by the hotel, which was small
and frightfully elegant, with expensive furnishings and
paintings everywhere, thick, deep, burgundy-colored carpets,
ormolu mirrors. Stevie's room looked like the bedchamber of
a Renaissance queen. There was a small settee and a
rosewood armoire that looked like a brand-new antique.
Laura set her gym bag down on the expensively-upholstered
settee.
"How can you afford to stay in a place like this?" she
asked Stevie, sweeping her hand around the incredible room.
Stevie winked. "I got a big divorce settlement.
Didn't I tell you that guy with the video camera was a
Hollywood producer? Big bucks. I don't stay in shabby
little chain hotels. Life is short."
Laura found herself reflecting that this was why Rhonda
and Stevie got along so well together: spoiled rotten by
money and power. On the other hand, Stevie was wildly
desirable in her perfect, imperious, haughty model's way, as
if she owned the world and its treasure and could have her
pick of bed partners but had chosen Laura especially to be
here.
Laura smiled. "I thought I'd never see you again."
Stevie tilted her head coquettishly. "I'm sorry I
never called. But I could never forget you after what we
did."
Laura drew closer. Stevie's face captivated her, an
exquisitely beautiful model's face, small chin, high
cheekbones, narrow nose. Her features were really more
Caucasian than African, and as Laura thought about it, she
realized that Lorrie's were too. She recalled teasing
Randi, in bed a few nights ago, that she should have been a
model. And yet Randi did not have these fine, model's
features that Playboy apparently wanted in its girls. But
for Laura, Randi's face was a needle of the heart, full of
such piercing beauty that she could quake inwardly just from
looking at it.
Stevie's, though arrestingly beautiful, did not have
quite that effect on her. Too perfect? Too much the
popular stereotype? At any rate, it had no effect on
Laura's desire for her. She was very beguiling, as well as
being incredibly beautiful. Laura touched her cheek.
"I sure would like to have more than a quickee," she
whispered.
Stevie leaned close, looking sultry and dangerous.
"What's in the bag?" she breathed.
Laura went to the settee and opened the gym bag. She
took out the huge double dildo and dangled it between them
from one hand. Stevie's eyes widened as they traveled up
and down the long, fat shaft, lingering on the bulbous cock
heads that terminated both ends of it. Apparently without
even knowing it, she began shaking her head slowly.
"Laura, let me tell you something. When I was in
college, I had a boyfriend. He was a brother. His thing
was so big that I thought he was going to knock over the
furniture with it just coming to the bed. Byron, that was
his name. God, I haven't thought of him for years. I had
to break it off with him. It just hurt too much. Having
that thing in me was more than I could take. I have a
small, pretty little pussy. Not deep. Tight and small and
pretty. You even said so yourself."
Laura nodded, smiling. Stevie had a hall of fame
pussy. Laura remembered having thought that they should
have put the girl's exquisite pussy on the cover of Playboy
instead of her face.
"Well, I can't handle it," Stevie said, indicating the
swaying, dangling double dildo. She made a face. "I don't
even see how you can stand to have it in you. You have a
pretty little pussy too. You must be sleeping with some
girls who have some big, big twats. Shoot, one of the nice
things about sleeping with you and Rhonda is that I don't
have to have a big old thing stuffed up me, know what I
mean?"
Her black eyes again sparkled with familiar mischief.
Then she pouted. Stevie had the whole range of seductive
wiles at her disposal.
"Anyway, you haven't even kissed me yet. Now put that
thing back. All I want you to do is tie me to the bed and g-
spot me until the hotel staff sends for the police."
She grinned. Laura, making a show of reluctance,
slipped the gigantic dildo back in the bag. "I think you're
turning down a great opportunity," she teased. "This thing
will give you climaxes you never dreamed of."
Stevie continued to pout. "Give them to your other
girlfriends, then."
"I didn't bring the rope," Laura said, staring straight
and seriously at her.
Stevie's mouth dropped a little. "You have rope, don't
you. God, I knew it. You are too wonderful, Laura. Well,
we'll just have to use something else. What about towels,
or sheets?"
Laura gave her a hot, smoldering look. "I didn't have
to tie you up to g-spot you before."
"I know. I just sounds so deliciously kinky. Nobody
ever tied me up before."
Laura looked down at Stevie's tight jeans. Stevie had
very long, thin legs.
"Those might work . . . if you can get them off. They
looked like they were painted on you."
"Very funny." Stevie did a pirouette. "Don't you like
my pretty little ass? It drives men to slobbering groans."
"I'll bet."
Laura watched while Stevie began slowly to remove the
jeans. She unzipped them and slithered out of them inch by
inch, letting Laura glimpse her smooth dark brown skin, her
white panties, her sleek thighs.
"Rhonda too," she whispered.
"I'll bet," Laura echoed herself, feeling the pulse
begin to beat in her throat. "You're impossibly beautiful."
"Am I the most beautiful girl you ever went to bed
with?"
"Oh . . . definitely."
By now Stevie was bending down, the jeans nearly at her
ankles. Laura was surprised to see that instead of sexy
bikini panties, she wore normal full-sized cotton ones.
Somehow this contrasted with the glamorous image she
projected to make her even more desirable.
Stevie stepped out of her jeans and held them up.
"Will they work?"
Laura took the jeans and examined the length of each
leg, nodding.
Stevie beamed. "God, I'm so excited, I'm wet."
"Me too," Laura acknowledged, beginning to remove her
own clothes.
Stevie stripped off the Hard Rock Caf, tee shirt.
Seeing her in her white underwear, her dark, smooth, lean
body gleaming and silky and stunning, made Laura's blood
race. Stevie pulled down the bed spread all the way to the
end of the bed, making it a stripped platform for love.
Both of them now shed the rest of their underwear
quickly and lay down facing one another on the mattress.
Laura still had the jeans but had to drop them, so eager was
she to clasp Stevie's small, gorgeous breasts in her hands.
"I love these," she murmured, running her thumbs across
the small, already hard black nipples.
Stevie had enchanting breasts, a little smaller than
Laura's but in every way perfect, upswept, in fact more
upswept that any Laura had ever seen, her small, protruding
nipples really above center and pointing at the ceiling, or
in this case, at Laura's face, Laura's mouth.
"I know you do," Stevie whispered, acknowledging her
own beauty, which it was useless to deny. "Now, are you
going to fuck me harder and better than any guy ever could,
or Rhonda either?"
"Yes, but not until I can feast on these."
She kissed her way down Stevie's smooth, dark brown
upper chest to the girl's breasts, cradling them in her
palms, licking Stevie's black nipples until Stevie was
panting and squirming.
"Oh Laura . . . ohhhhh Laura! Oh yes! Oh god, if you
don't suck them I'll kill you! Yes! Ungghh! Yes!"
Laura sucked the small buds one by one, licking and
tonguing and lip-pinching them, then sucking them completely
into her mouth, and some of each small breast too, sucking
gently at first, then harder, not letting go. When each
nipple was the consistency she wanted it-wet, shiny,
rubbery, erect, pointing-she stopped sucking them and
twirled them, gently pinching them, in her fingers instead,
sliding up to kiss Stevie for the first time.
Stevie was already in a sexual frenzy, and they kissed
heatedly, passionately, drinking one another, their tongues
stabbing and coiling together.
"You better tie me up before I make you fuck me right
now," Stevie panted, her eyes glazed, wild with excitement.
"You have to bite into something when you come," Laura
said. "We really don't want the hotel staff in here. I'm
going to make you come a dozen times."
Stevie's eyes rolled up in anticipation. Then she saw
a small satin pillow at the foot of the bed. "That," she
pointed with her eyes.
Laura retrieved it. "Are you kidding? This thing cost
a fortune."
"Shit, for what I'm paying they could buy a whole
warehouse of them," Stevie panted. "Hurry, Laura. I want
it. I'm dying for it."
Quickly, using the legs of Stevie's pants, Laura tied
her wrists together over her head with one and then both
wrists to the bedpost with the other. Stevie had claimed to
be a slow comer, and indeed did take a little longer than
many of Laura's lovers to reach an orgasm, but from the hot,
pulsing look in the girl's dark eyes and the contorted
sexual turmoil on her beautiful face, Laura guessed that it
wouldn't take her long this time. She was almost coming
already, just from the excitement.
"Oh yes . . . oh yes!" she panted, squirming, her lean
naked body twisting in the dim light caused by the heavy
curtains, looking wildly erotic to Laura.
"Oh baby, I love your body," Laura murmured, kissing it
everywhere, slowly descending, crouching between Stevie's
spread thighs.
"Oh god, Laura, I want you to fuck me hard," Stevie
panted. "Fuck me hard. Rhonda won't fuck me hard. She
thinks I'm a china tea cup. Fuck me hard, please."
"Mmmm, anything you want, my darling," Laura purred,
kissing her smooth, flat midriff, rising briefly to her
small, perfect, upswept breasts again, taking each nipple
into her mouth and sweetly tormenting it with fierce, hot
sucking.
"Oh! Oh!" Stevie gasped, nearly losing control.
"Can I have your beautiful pussy now?" she purred
again, looking up into Stevie's sexually desperate face.
It thrilled Laura to reduce these beautiful girls to
such extremities of desperation, so that they were
completely hers, completely in her sexual power, begging her
with their eyes, and sometimes begging literally, wanting
her to deliver them from this sweet, agonizing tension.
"Yes! Please!" Stevie panted. "You can have it!
Please . . . Laura!"
"Oh honey . . . oh honey."
Laura kissed her way back down Stevie's lean, flexing
body, sliding between her willowy legs, kissing the warm
dark skin of her inner thighs, then lip-brushing the
puckered miracle of her black-petalled cunt flower, all
juicy and hot-pink inside, a shapely wet orifice of heaven
to her invading tongue. Stevie was wrong; she did not have
a small pussy, as some girls indeed had, a glimmering little
opening within a dense bush, tight and sweet but not
especially beautiful. She probably had a shallow one, if
Byron's huge tool had hurt her so much, but the exterior of
her pussy was as beautiful as it was possible for such an
organ to be, with shapely, long, black cuntlips that
enclosed in their wavy sinuosities a burbling, wet, inflamed
fuck-cauldron of unsurpassed beauty, which now gave off a
thick, heady aroma of erotic excitement that filled Laura's
nostrils and made her blood sizzle.
Knowing she could not make Stevie have the killer
string of orgasms she craved merely with her mouth, Laura
still did not mean to be denied her opportunity to devour
this beautiful, oozing blossom first, and she began by
sliding her tongue into Stevie's pussy as deeply as it would
go. Stevie yelped, and her lithe body did a brief,
instinctive flip, jerking up off the mattress, then falling
back, with Laura's mouth still glued to her aching slit.
"Oh Jesus!" Stevie gasped. "Yes!"
"Careful, darling," Laura warned. "Remember the
pillow."
She began to lick and slurp and suck Stevie's beautiful
pussy with unrestrained passion, knowing that Stevie might
come, but that it would take at least one orgasm to prime
the pump, that many more would follow it. Stevie, her arms
tied together at the wrists above her head, writhed and
twisted, her lovely lean body straining, her ribcage
surfacing below her small, swirling breasts, her flesh
flexing provocatively because of her unnatural physical
position. The tangy, thick nectars that flowed from her hot
pussy oozed over Laura's tongue, and she spread the girl's
beautifully-shaped pussy lips apart, exposing more of the
glistening, deeply pink trench, running the flat of her
eager tongue over every last inch of it, and sucking in
Stevie's juices.
"Ungghhh! Oh shit oh god Laura!" Stevie whimpered, her
body arching and quivering.
Laura's tongue had not yet even touched Stevie's clit,
a tiny little bead though now somewhat enlarged, peaking out
tentatively from a sculptured, upside down v-shaped flap of
glossy black skin at the very top of her pussy. For a brief
second Laura marveled at the tiny thing, so small and
delicate compared with the fat, bulbous clits of both Randi
and Ada, which she had been sucking so hungrily only
recently. Oh honey, get ready, she thought. Your little
berry is going to explode with happiness.
"Oh! Oh!" Stevie continued to half-pant, half-whimper,
her lovely lean body writhing and straining, her hips
beginning to gyrate faster now as Laura's licking and
kissing became more heated.
Laura slid her hands under the girl's smooth, round
buns and squeezed them while at the same time lifting her
tongue up to Stevie's clit and flicking it rapidly. This
was enough to tip Stevie over the edge. She began to come
almost immediately, and Laura was alarmed to hear a fierce
howl of ecstacy traveling up from her lungs.
"AAWWONNNGGGGHHIIEE!" she began to cry out, before
Laura quickly freed one of her own hands from Stevie's
delicious naked bottom and reached up to grab the pillow,
pushing it into Stevie's face.
In their sexual excitement leading up to this moment,
neither one had realized that when Stevie came she would be
unable to grasp the pillow because both of her hands were
tied. By this time, however, Stevie was past caring. She
had a truly wrenching, toe-curling climax, whinnying
helplessly into the pillow that Laura had stuffed into her
face, her lovely, lithe body surging and stiffening, then
shuddering and undulating as wave after wave of coming shook
her.
Ordinarily, Laura would have embraced her and let her
come down gently from this pulverizing moment, but this was
the opportunity she could not afford to squander. While
Stevie was still plateauing on her first orgasm, Laura slid
two fingers up into the warm, greasy channel of her pussy
and, turning her hand up, began probing for the secret spot,
knowing that it was definitely there since she had once
before given Stevie a killing string of orgasms just like
the one she was now shooting for.
"Oh! Ohhhhh!" Stevie was still sighing, stunned by the
force of her first orgasm, but surrendering her body
completely to Laura, knowing that even more crushing bliss
was on the way.
Now, still probing Stevie's pussy with her fingers,
Laura slid up her body, kissing her face, her cheek, her
mouth, devouring her mouth, looking into her dazed, glassy
eyes, looking and feeling for a sign. Am I near? Am I
close? Can I feel you twitch?
"You want to come some more?" she half-teased,
delirious with sexual passion and fierce desire for this
beautiful girl and her delectable, writhing body. "Can I
make you come harder? Do you want to come again?"
"Oh god . . . yes! Ungghhhh!" Stevie groaned, her eyes
imploring Laura. "Oh god, yes, Laura. Please! Anngghhh!
Oh!"
Stevie seemed to be waiting, hoping for Laura to find
the trigger too, shocked and half-hypnotized by her climax.
But then Laura saw a brief, split-second jolt of recognition
in Stevie's face, and in another split-second felt her body
jerk. Both of them knew in an instant that a hurricane of
orgasms was about to unload on the quivering, stiffening
girl.
"Oh god, yes. Now," Laura panted to her, probing the
patch of flesh inside Stevie's wet, clinging pussy harder
with her fingertips.
"Aaunngghrrrhhuuggnhhmm!" Stevie moaned, trying to turn
her face back again into the silk pillow but quickly
overwhelmed by a series of wild spasms as another orgasm
engulfed her.
From this point Laura could only hold on for the ride.
With her fingers still embedded deep in Stevie's pulsing,
spasming pussy, pressing and rubbing the magic spot, she
cradled the girl's shoulders in her other arm and gently
pushed Stevie's face over into the pillow each time another
sharp convulsion of white-hot rapture seized the girl's
body, enchanted by the repeated looks of ecstacy passing
over Stevie's beautiful face as her long, violent moans
poured out. Stevie came twice, and then a third orgasm
seemed to erupt almost from nowhere, through the center of
the second one, an explosion that left her gasping, tears
leaking from the corners of her eyes.
Scarcely had this orgasm begun to wane than two more
followed it in quick succession, this time devastating,
crippling shocks, as if Stevie were being electrocuted by a
kind of scorching, galvanic sexual pleasure that she had
never known until now, and that Laura had seen infrequently
herself. Stevie's body twitched and flipped and strained
and jerked in wild, spastic leaps and horrific, convulsive
archings, her lean flesh quivering helplessly as almost
unbearable pleasures wracked her.
After this, she appeared to be unable to have any more
orgasms, her body collapsing and sagging against Laura's,
her breath still labored and her eyes swirling in a hot
turmoil as the sweet spasms of her final climax slowly
subsided. She had had five orgasms in a row, each more
powerful than the last, following the first one. Six
orgasms had left her barely able to open her eyes as Laura
reached up to untie the twisted legs of the pants she had
used to tie Stevie's wrists to the bed post.
With Stevie's arms free, Laura embraced her, rubbing
the full length of her own naked body against Stevie's,
kissing her neck, groping for her lovely small breasts,
sliding one thigh between Stevie's and rubbing it up against
Stevie's pussy, for some reason unable to stop swarming all
over Stevie, wanting to fuck her again, to keep fucking her,
even though Stevie seemed slack and spent and destroyed from
her six climaxes.
"Oh Laura . . . ohhhhhh Laura!" Stevie moaned.
"I want you," Laura panted. "I still want you. I want
you again. Can you come again?"
Stevie's hands came up now to caress Laura's naked
back, and her body undulated under Laura's.
"Oh Laura . . . I don't think so," she murmured softly.
"I came so much . . . so hard."
"I think I can make you come again," Laura breathed
into her ear, feeling Stevie's warm, slippery pussy lips
splayed against the bare muscle of her thigh.
But it wasn't thigh-fucking her that she had in mind.
Her hands roamed down the girl's squirming, delicious body
to her ass, cupping and squeezing the small, firm moons, her
mind quickly focusing on the little back-door love hole
between them.
"Let me make you come," Stevie panted, suddenly
becoming less passive, embracing Laura more heatedly, even
rolling Laura onto her side, her hands rising to Laura's
breasts. "You must need to come, Laura," she panted.
"After that. Didn't it excite you?"
"Oh god, yes," Laura confessed.
Stevie dropped her mouth to Laura's breasts, kissing
them passionately, sucking Laura's nipples in a heated
frenzy, more excited than Laura had ever seen her, even
after coming six times.
"Oh, I wish my boobs were just this big, just this
size," Stevie panted, slurping and stabbing Laura's
throbbing, wet, erect nipples with her busy tongue.
"They're so beautiful."
Laura could feel the overwhelming uprush of a shocking
orgasm on the way. Fucking this beautiful woman and making
her come six times had the effect of winding Laura up like a
spring, and now Stevie, by hungrily sucking her aching
nipples, had released the lever that held her taut. Not
wanting it to stop, she saw herself as if it were someone
else's arms pushing Stevie's head down, further down her
body.
"Oh honey . . . I'm going to come so hard," she gasped
to Stevie. "Suck my pussy . . . hurry!"
"Yes!" Stevie gave in, sliding quickly down Laura's
undulating body, slipping between Laura's yawning thighs.
"Come to Mama. I'm going to lick your pretty pink pussy to
heaven."
Having learned from both Rhonda and Laura, Stevie was
good. She knew where to touch each sensitive part of
Laura's streaming pussy with the tip of her tongue,
slithering it everywhere, tormenting Laura's clit until
Laura was coming in only seconds. Laura bucked and twisted,
feeling a hot cloud bloom inside her body, feeling a scream
of terrible release fight its way up her windpipe toward her
throat.
"Oh god! The pillow . . . oh god, the pillow!" she
gasped desperately, interrupting the progress of her scream
with a plea to Stevie.
A guttural, delighted giggle erupted from Stevie's
mouth, though she never paused in her devotions, still
rapidly flicking Laura's clit with her tongue. With one
long arm, she reached up, patting the bed to find it, then
drew the small pillow over to Laura's hand.
"Here. Quick, honey, you're coming already!"
"I know! Ungghhhmmpphh! Oh! Oh Stevie!
Auungghhhhhh! Owwwngghhhhh! Unghh! Angghh!"
Laura came so hard and so fast that she could only push
her face halfway into the pillow, and most of her helpless
cries escaped into the small hotel room. Stevie made no
further attempt to muffle them, and giggled even more, still
licking Laura's pussy, as Laura convulsed and twisted, her
pelvis shuddering mightily as the spasms of her climax shook
her body.
As she began to unclench and slacken, Stevie slid up to
kiss her. "Maybe I can find your g-spot and pay you back,"
she purred, caressing Laura's still-quivering naked body
lovingly.
Laura smiled wanly at her, still gulping as several
aftershocks struck her. She knew it was possible. Kim had
done it.
"If you have time . . . we can try it," she whispered
hoarsely, having groaned her voice away during her climax.
She saw Stevie's face suddenly tense up. "What time is
it?"
"I don't know. Probably six-thirty or so."
"Oh shit, Rhonda will be here at seven!"
Stevie hopped off the bed, still totally naked,
impossibly gorgeous, her small, uptilted breasts jiggling,
small black nipples gleaming in the soft light. Watching
her, and letting her eyes roam around the small hotel room,
Laura realized that it was so sumptuously furnished, with
heavily-padded furniture and thick curtains, that her
screams had probably not been audible out in the hallway.
She watched Stevie gathering up clothes and underwear,
her own and Laura's, tossing them on the bed. "I don't mean
to rush you, but-"
"I know," Laura said quietly, leaning forward to pluck
up her bra. "Rhonda is sweet. She loves you."
"She doesn't fuck like you, but you can't have
everything."
Stevie smiled with meaningful directness at Laura, who
said nothing but slowly continued to dress. Stevie stashed
her own clothes in her open suitcase and got a thin,
ravishingly sexy dress out of the closet. By the time she
got it on, she looked like she had stepped out of the pages
of Vogue, or Elle. She stood in front of the mirror,
brushing out the hundreds of curls of her glossy auburn
hair.
"Anyway," she went on, "I get the feeling you didn't
learn that g-spot stuff just from fooling around with a few
girls. You like to fuck too much, Laura. I don't think I
could trust you."
Laura gave her a hard, amused stare. "You trust
Rhonda?"
Stevie nodded. "More than I would trust you. She
isn't as . . . ingenious as you," she winked at Laura
through the mirror. "Or as flat-out horny. She loves me
for a lot more reasons than my pretty black pussy."
Want to bet? Laura wanted to say, but she let it pass.
It would be too mean, and maybe Rhonda did.
She found herself wondering about the hair, which was
so unlike that of any black woman she had every known
intimately before. Randi had focused on it immediately.
That fake Neegro with the red hair, she had said. Laura
thought the `fake' part probably had to do with Stevie's
chiseled, unAfrican features, her thin nose and lips. But
the hair was different.
"How do you get your hair to look like that?" she asked
calmly, cinching up her belt, now almost completely re-
dressed and ready to leave.
"Partly just luck, partly a mysterious secret," Stevie
smiled sassily at her, again through the mirror. She
continued brushing. "Ever hear of Lucrezia Borgia?"
Laura nodded. "Daughter of a pope, in the middle ages.
Had a son by him, fucked everybody else, right? And people
think we're bad today."
Stevie nodded. "She was famous for her hair. A
hairdresser in L.A. that I know found her secret, which is a
special shampoo made with honey, black sulphur, and alum.
Aluminum sulfate or something like that, I think. Anyway, I
get it from him. Before I started using it, my hair was
brown. Just brown. Not quite as soft."
Laura's sexual desire was growing again as she watched
Stevie brush her hair, and listened to her speak about her
secret shampoo. She went over to her and brushed the
billows of hair aside from the back of her neck, then leaned
forward and kissed it lingeringly.
"I want you again," she whispered. "I never get
enough."
Stevie turned and put the hair brush down. "I don't
know how I can want it again after coming that much," she
murmured, kissing Laura's mouth in a long, romantic way.
"I'm going to Rome tomorrow. We have to wait."
"Aren't you afraid Rhonda will smell that you've been
fucking?"
"Can you smell me?"
"Yes. You came six times."
Stevie's eyes rolled up. "Oh god, don't remind me. It
was heaven. You are the devil, Laura. Doing that to me.
Now, if we don't want a scene, you better skedaddle before
she gets here."
Laura felt a little sadness grip her at being shuttled
out the door like this. Especially so that the atrocious
Rhonda could waltz in and take over. But she tried to be
resigned and dignified. She watched Stevie spray expensive
perfume behind her ears and into her crotch to disguise the
smell of rutting that was left over from their exuberant
fucking. Then Stevie walked her to the door and kissed her.
"Take the stairs. It's only two flights. What if
she's coming up in the elevator?"
"Good thing I love to do it with you," Laura replied
ruefully. "I wouldn't take this from just anybody."
"See," Stevie smiled brightly. "You love me too, in
your way. You don't want me to get in any more trouble."
"Call me when you get back from Rome?"
"Of course, darling," Stevie breathed. "I still have
to find your little trigger and return the favor. Sorry we
got cut short this time."
But Laura, as she walked down the stairs in the echoing
stairwell, clutching its iron railing, didn't really know if
Stevie meant it.
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Chapter 236
The following night she and Randi did a repeat
performance, as Laura had requested, only this time no
spanking. In fact, though Laura knew from the intensity and
excitement they had experienced together doing it that it
was not a dead issue, the subject never even came up, except
briefly when Laura took a slow, thorough tour of Randi's
exquisite naked bottom with her lips and fingers. Their
fucking had been deep and soulful on the second evening, and
by the time Randi left, Laura was reassured that their
relationship had mended itself, and that the damage done by
that horrible witch Rhonda was behind them.
She had not thought very much about Stevie Archer,
except as an angel who had brought Randi back to her bed by
dallying again with Rhonda. She had had a couple of wild
moments in bed with the former Playmate, but Stevie was
unpredictable and dangerous, as the video tape episode had
confirmed. How it had ever got into Rhonda's hands was
still a mystery to Laura. And why Rhonda had forgiven
Stevie was an even greater one. Would I? Laura wondered.
She is a kick. She's stunning, and has one of the most
beautiful pussies I've ever seen. And bodies, for that
matter. But there's something a little fickle about her.
Maybe I recognize too much of myself in her. She's
certainly bright, and loves to fuck fuck fuck.
Dreamily, sitting at home on her sofa with a glass of
wine, admiring the view, Laura thought back to the times she
and Steve Archer had fucked. In the other room, she still
had the video they had shot together in bed, while fucking,
a video that actually showed the beautiful Stevie in the
throes of a very powerful orgasm. You could also hear Laura
coming seconds later, but by then she had dropped the camera
and there was nothing but chaotic images of jumbled flesh
and bed coverings.
Thinking about it aroused Laura. All day she had felt
quite satiated after her two nights with Randi, warmly
contented, wondering why she had felt the desire to be so
promiscuous in the past. And yet, right now she was
thinking, longingly too, of Stevie. She must be in town, if
she's back with Rhonda. I wonder where she is. Staying at
Rhonda's house? Would they dare?
Two days later, she found out. Stevie left a message
on Laura's home voice mail.
"Guess who this is? Voice out of the past. Your
friend Rhonda and I made up. We're lovebirds again, aren't
you jealous? As long as we don't mention you, everything is
okay. Or video tapes. Of anything. Some company sent her
one advertising a cruise to Alaska, and she destroyed it.
Right before my eyes. With a hammer. She's a little
jealous. I guess I gave her reason. But she's a sweetie.
Sure loves me to pieces, I can tell you that. Anyway, I'm
not supposed to see you, but I was thinking. We might be
able to sneak in a moment without her knowing. I'm only
here for a few days, then flying to Rome for a shoot. I'm
staying down on Sutter Street at Campton Square. It's one
of those elegant boutique hotels, you know? Where the lobby
is sort of like a funeral parlor for very rich people, and
the glassware costs as much as a Mercedes. You know where
it is? Why don't you give me a call? [She whispered.]
Just a quickee. Laura, I don't think you can get what we
had very often in life. Just a quickee, okay. I miss you.
Be a dear. Give me a call. [Whispering even lower.] I
meant it, nobody ever made me come like that."
Then she hung up. Laura was floored. She had to sit
down and listen to the message twice over, enjoying every
last nuance of it.
But she had to think it over, very carefully. She was
already in enough deep shit with Rhonda without wading in
further. There was the Stevie-video tape incident, which
she had just been having a scintillating reverie about.
Then there was April. Dear April, Laura thought, I seem to
have forgotten all about her. Then there was Randi, whom
Laura had just won back, and of course the long-term
sporadic relationship both she and Rhonda had with Yvette.
Oh god, it's so complicated! Laura thought. How can I
call Stevie? It's so risky. If Rhonda found out, she might
really decide to get me fired this time. And she could
probably do it. Rhonda was very powerful, and Laura had
seen even Ada, her own boss, quail inwardly at the mention
of her name.
So how was it that a few minutes later Laura found
herself breathily speaking into the phone: "Do you have a
Ms. Stevie Archer registered there?"
She could not stop herself. Her hand seemed to reach,
independent of her will, for the phone. Fortunately, Stevie
was not there. Did she want to leave a message?
"Uh . . . tell her to call 473-6203. Thanks."
Laura hung up the phone, blushing hotly. Oh god, how
could I do that? I'm such a shit, telling Randi how much I
love her, then doing this, leaving a message for this girl
who's her chief rival with Rhonda! And I do love her! How
could I have done that? What would Randi feel like to know
that not only Rhonda but me too, I've slept with the
Playmate! The `fake Neegro,' as Randi calls her. I wonder
why she calls her fake. God, it would kill her! It would
kill me, if I were her! I should let Stevie and Rhonda have
their fun, as long as I get Randi back. I can't be fooling
around with Stevie, it's just so nasty and sleazy of me!
And yet, she waited for the phone to ring. All night.
When it didn't, she realized that Stevie was right now, this
minute, in Rhonda's bed, writhing and panting, her lean,
gorgeous dark brown body stretching and quivering, her
beautiful pussy oozing and swollen and puckering for
Rhonda's lips.
She went to bed but couldn't sleep, and when she
finally did get to sleep, the phone rang. Squinting at her
clock radio, she saw that it was two thirty-four a.m.
"Yes . . . who is this?" she croaked into the phone.
"Is this the g-spot girl?" Stevie's teasing,
outrageously droll voice came over the wire. "Gee! Oh, gee
again!"
"Oh god, it's you."
"Oh god is right. If you had only called earlier, you
would have saved me from another dreadful corporate party
with the blonde bombshell."
"Isn't she afraid people will begin to talk?" Laura
asked. "Like, maybe they'll start to think she likes
girls?"
"Laura," Stevie said with elaborate patience. "Don't
make me say this again. I was a Playmate. Everybody wants
to do me. They only envy Rhonda. It gives her extra cach,,
believe it or not."
Laura had no trouble believing, at least, that
everybody wanted to do Stevie. Just the sound of her voice
was infectious, and Laura could see that beautiful baby face
in her mind's eye.
"I have to sleep," she said groggily. "I have to get
up early."
"Go back to sleep, g-spot girl. I'll still be here
tomorrow. I'm not meeting Sweetie Pie until about eight,
for dinner. She has a prior appointment, with her
investment councilor. Come by and have a drink with me."
"What about the quickee?" Laura said, teasing her,
still groggy with sleep but warmly tantalized by the thought
of getting naked with Stevie again.
"We'll see." Stevie was playfully distant. "Only if
you're nice . . . and if you bring me something. A flower,
maybe."
"Gee," Laura said, deadpan. "I'll see if I can think
of something. Good night."
"Good night, Laura," Stevie breathed.
Laura drifted back to sleep and had dreams-not of
Stevie, which surprised her greatly in the morning-of April.
April was teasing her, telling Laura how Rhonda treated her,
then dropping her bra so Laura could see and crave her huge
jet-black nipples. She awoke feeling tingly all over,
smiling, wondering if in her subconscious mind the
connection between April and Stevie was their link with
Rhonda. The mind works in funny ways, she reflected as she
dressed. I must give that darling April a call. Gosh,
those beautiful big nipples! And she's so sweet to me these
days.
All day at work she hummed with happiness.
I fall in love too easily,
I fall in love too fast . . .
I'm not in love with either of them, though, she
thought. Not really. I'll have to find another song. I
adore both Stevie and April, but it's not like . . . Randi.
Jonelle. Charise.
She did have to flirt surreptitiously with Ada, and she
and Randi exchanged several deeply meaningful smiles, but
even her complex feelings for them both could not interfere
with her sense of well-being, and her delighted anticipation
of the end of the day. True, once or twice she did feel a
twinge of guilt, when shooting electrified sexual glances
Randi's way, by the background realization that promptly
after work she was going down to the fancy hotel, hoping
wildly to fuck with Stevie for a couple of hours before
Stevie's date with Rhonda.
I just have to shut that part of my life off from this
part, she told herself. After all, Randi was letting that
handsome Nate fuck her just the night before we got back
together. It's not as if she was pure and I'm the only one
who is bad. But the twinge of guilt would not go away. I'm
a scum and a shit, Laura thought at five o'clock, as she was
leaving her office. I love Randi, but I can't wait to bury
my face in that gorgeous Playmate's crotch.
Oh god, I can't! she thought. I can't wait! Since
Stevie had insisted she bring something, Laura had grabbed
the huge double dildo from under her bed that morning and
tried to stuff it into her handbag, where it would not fit.
Instead, she took her gym bag, the one in which she often
packed her tennis dress when going over to Walnut Creek to
`play tennis' with Ada. It was a stylish gym bag, and not
too big, and the dildo fit fine inside of it. Just carrying
it down the busy city streets made her feel deliciously
wicked. Wouldn't all you people just die to know what I've
got in this bag? she smiled.
In the funereal lobby of the expensive hotel, she asked
the clerk to phone up to Stevie's room and tell her that
Laura was waiting in the lounge. A few minutes later,
Stevie appeared, wearing faded (very tight) jeans, a Giants
baseball cap, and a Hard Rock Caf, tee-shirt. Even though
Laura knew she was twenty-six or seven, she looked all of
sixteen, incredibly fetching, her auburn hair a cloud of
glimmering curls, her slim hips and cute little butt drawing
the stares of Laura and the sparse, dignified hotel staff.
"Hi, Laura. Long time no see. Unless you've been
watching the notorious video. Then you've been seeing me."
Stevie gave forth some throaty giggles.
"How did you know I've got it?" Laura asked, drinking
in Stevie with her eyes.
Stevie was rather full of herself, Laura was reminded.
She was impossibly gorgeous, and all her life people had
been evidently fawning over her and dying to fuck her, as
she had reminded Laura on the phone. Who wouldn't feel like
she was the top, the summit, the apex of desire? Laura knew
people, male and female, wanted her too, but it was surely
nothing like Stevie felt.
"Rhonda stole it out of my luggage. That's how she got
her hands on it. When we were having our last fight-I
thought she was going to kill me, by the way-she said she
was going to confront you with it. So . . . you did get it?
At least she didn't hammer it to smithereens like she did
the Alaska cruise video. I almost got my eye put out by a
piece of flying plastic."
"She must be hotter than a pistol when she gets mad,"
Laura said wryly, making a very plain allusion to Rhonda's
sexual performance, curious, waiting to see how Stevie would
respond.
Stevie smiled tightly, her black eyes flickering with
mischief. "Rhonda is very sweet," she said in soft,
measured tones. Then she leaned close and whispered. "Much
sweeter than you are. Why don't you come upstairs and show
me how sweet you can really be. Maybe you can out-sugar
her."
Laura was so aroused she could barely speak. "You know
I can," she whispered back.
"Promises, promises. What's in the bag?"
"A surprise."
Stevie took Laura's elbow and steered her in the
direction of the elevators. Laura knew the hotel staff must
sense the sexual electricity in the air. She and Stevie
were clearly not heading upstairs to Stevie's room to play
Scrabble.
Laura was very impressed by the hotel, which was small
and frightfully elegant, with expensive furnishings and
paintings everywhere, thick, deep, burgundy-colored carpets,
ormolu mirrors. Stevie's room looked like the bedchamber of
a Renaissance queen. There was a small settee and a
rosewood armoire that looked like a brand-new antique.
Laura set her gym bag down on the expensively-upholstered
settee.
"How can you afford to stay in a place like this?" she
asked Stevie, sweeping her hand around the incredible room.
Stevie winked. "I got a big divorce settlement.
Didn't I tell you that guy with the video camera was a
Hollywood producer? Big bucks. I don't stay in shabby
little chain hotels. Life is short."
Laura found herself reflecting that this was why Rhonda
and Stevie got along so well together: spoiled rotten by
money and power. On the other hand, Stevie was wildly
desirable in her perfect, imperious, haughty model's way, as
if she owned the world and its treasure and could have her
pick of bed partners but had chosen Laura especially to be
here.
Laura smiled. "I thought I'd never see you again."
Stevie tilted her head coquettishly. "I'm sorry I
never called. But I could never forget you after what we
did."
Laura drew closer. Stevie's face captivated her, an
exquisitely beautiful model's face, small chin, high
cheekbones, narrow nose. Her features were really more
Caucasian than African, and as Laura thought about it, she
realized that Lorrie's were too. She recalled teasing
Randi, in bed a few nights ago, that she should have been a
model. And yet Randi did not have these fine, model's
features that Playboy apparently wanted in its girls. But
for Laura, Randi's face was a needle of the heart, full of
such piercing beauty that she could quake inwardly just from
looking at it.
Stevie's, though arrestingly beautiful, did not have
quite that effect on her. Too perfect? Too much the
popular stereotype? At any rate, it had no effect on
Laura's desire for her. She was very beguiling, as well as
being incredibly beautiful. Laura touched her cheek.
"I sure would like to have more than a quickee," she
whispered.
Stevie leaned close, looking sultry and dangerous.
"What's in the bag?" she breathed.
Laura went to the settee and opened the gym bag. She
took out the huge double dildo and dangled it between them
from one hand. Stevie's eyes widened as they traveled up
and down the long, fat shaft, lingering on the bulbous cock
heads that terminated both ends of it. Apparently without
even knowing it, she began shaking her head slowly.
"Laura, let me tell you something. When I was in
college, I had a boyfriend. He was a brother. His thing
was so big that I thought he was going to knock over the
furniture with it just coming to the bed. Byron, that was
his name. God, I haven't thought of him for years. I had
to break it off with him. It just hurt too much. Having
that thing in me was more than I could take. I have a
small, pretty little pussy. Not deep. Tight and small and
pretty. You even said so yourself."
Laura nodded, smiling. Stevie had a hall of fame
pussy. Laura remembered having thought that they should
have put the girl's exquisite pussy on the cover of Playboy
instead of her face.
"Well, I can't handle it," Stevie said, indicating the
swaying, dangling double dildo. She made a face. "I don't
even see how you can stand to have it in you. You have a
pretty little pussy too. You must be sleeping with some
girls who have some big, big twats. Shoot, one of the nice
things about sleeping with you and Rhonda is that I don't
have to have a big old thing stuffed up me, know what I
mean?"
Her black eyes again sparkled with familiar mischief.
Then she pouted. Stevie had the whole range of seductive
wiles at her disposal.
"Anyway, you haven't even kissed me yet. Now put that
thing back. All I want you to do is tie me to the bed and g-
spot me until the hotel staff sends for the police."
She grinned. Laura, making a show of reluctance,
slipped the gigantic dildo back in the bag. "I think you're
turning down a great opportunity," she teased. "This thing
will give you climaxes you never dreamed of."
Stevie continued to pout. "Give them to your other
girlfriends, then."
"I didn't bring the rope," Laura said, staring straight
and seriously at her.
Stevie's mouth dropped a little. "You have rope, don't
you. God, I knew it. You are too wonderful, Laura. Well,
we'll just have to use something else. What about towels,
or sheets?"
Laura gave her a hot, smoldering look. "I didn't have
to tie you up to g-spot you before."
"I know. I just sounds so deliciously kinky. Nobody
ever tied me up before."
Laura looked down at Stevie's tight jeans. Stevie had
very long, thin legs.
"Those might work . . . if you can get them off. They
looked like they were painted on you."
"Very funny." Stevie did a pirouette. "Don't you like
my pretty little ass? It drives men to slobbering groans."
"I'll bet."
Laura watched while Stevie began slowly to remove the
jeans. She unzipped them and slithered out of them inch by
inch, letting Laura glimpse her smooth dark brown skin, her
white panties, her sleek thighs.
"Rhonda too," she whispered.
"I'll bet," Laura echoed herself, feeling the pulse
begin to beat in her throat. "You're impossibly beautiful."
"Am I the most beautiful girl you ever went to bed
with?"
"Oh . . . definitely."
By now Stevie was bending down, the jeans nearly at her
ankles. Laura was surprised to see that instead of sexy
bikini panties, she wore normal full-sized cotton ones.
Somehow this contrasted with the glamorous image she
projected to make her even more desirable.
Stevie stepped out of her jeans and held them up.
"Will they work?"
Laura took the jeans and examined the length of each
leg, nodding.
Stevie beamed. "God, I'm so excited, I'm wet."
"Me too," Laura acknowledged, beginning to remove her
own clothes.
Stevie stripped off the Hard Rock Caf, tee shirt.
Seeing her in her white underwear, her dark, smooth, lean
body gleaming and silky and stunning, made Laura's blood
race. Stevie pulled down the bed spread all the way to the
end of the bed, making it a stripped platform for love.
Both of them now shed the rest of their underwear
quickly and lay down facing one another on the mattress.
Laura still had the jeans but had to drop them, so eager was
she to clasp Stevie's small, gorgeous breasts in her hands.
"I love these," she murmured, running her thumbs across
the small, already hard black nipples.
Stevie had enchanting breasts, a little smaller than
Laura's but in every way perfect, upswept, in fact more
upswept that any Laura had ever seen, her small, protruding
nipples really above center and pointing at the ceiling, or
in this case, at Laura's face, Laura's mouth.
"I know you do," Stevie whispered, acknowledging her
own beauty, which it was useless to deny. "Now, are you
going to fuck me harder and better than any guy ever could,
or Rhonda either?"
"Yes, but not until I can feast on these."
She kissed her way down Stevie's smooth, dark brown
upper chest to the girl's breasts, cradling them in her
palms, licking Stevie's black nipples until Stevie was
panting and squirming.
"Oh Laura . . . ohhhhh Laura! Oh yes! Oh god, if you
don't suck them I'll kill you! Yes! Ungghh! Yes!"
Laura sucked the small buds one by one, licking and
tonguing and lip-pinching them, then sucking them completely
into her mouth, and some of each small breast too, sucking
gently at first, then harder, not letting go. When each
nipple was the consistency she wanted it-wet, shiny,
rubbery, erect, pointing-she stopped sucking them and
twirled them, gently pinching them, in her fingers instead,
sliding up to kiss Stevie for the first time.
Stevie was already in a sexual frenzy, and they kissed
heatedly, passionately, drinking one another, their tongues
stabbing and coiling together.
"You better tie me up before I make you fuck me right
now," Stevie panted, her eyes glazed, wild with excitement.
"You have to bite into something when you come," Laura
said. "We really don't want the hotel staff in here. I'm
going to make you come a dozen times."
Stevie's eyes rolled up in anticipation. Then she saw
a small satin pillow at the foot of the bed. "That," she
pointed with her eyes.
Laura retrieved it. "Are you kidding? This thing cost
a fortune."
"Shit, for what I'm paying they could buy a whole
warehouse of them," Stevie panted. "Hurry, Laura. I want
it. I'm dying for it."
Quickly, using the legs of Stevie's pants, Laura tied
her wrists together over her head with one and then both
wrists to the bedpost with the other. Stevie had claimed to
be a slow comer, and indeed did take a little longer than
many of Laura's lovers to reach an orgasm, but from the hot,
pulsing look in the girl's dark eyes and the contorted
sexual turmoil on her beautiful face, Laura guessed that it
wouldn't take her long this time. She was almost coming
already, just from the excitement.
"Oh yes . . . oh yes!" she panted, squirming, her lean
naked body twisting in the dim light caused by the heavy
curtains, looking wildly erotic to Laura.
"Oh baby, I love your body," Laura murmured, kissing it
everywhere, slowly descending, crouching between Stevie's
spread thighs.
"Oh god, Laura, I want you to fuck me hard," Stevie
panted. "Fuck me hard. Rhonda won't fuck me hard. She
thinks I'm a china tea cup. Fuck me hard, please."
"Mmmm, anything you want, my darling," Laura purred,
kissing her smooth, flat midriff, rising briefly to her
small, perfect, upswept breasts again, taking each nipple
into her mouth and sweetly tormenting it with fierce, hot
sucking.
"Oh! Oh!" Stevie gasped, nearly losing control.
"Can I have your beautiful pussy now?" she purred
again, looking up into Stevie's sexually desperate face.
It thrilled Laura to reduce these beautiful girls to
such extremities of desperation, so that they were
completely hers, completely in her sexual power, begging her
with their eyes, and sometimes begging literally, wanting
her to deliver them from this sweet, agonizing tension.
"Yes! Please!" Stevie panted. "You can have it!
Please . . . Laura!"
"Oh honey . . . oh honey."
Laura kissed her way back down Stevie's lean, flexing
body, sliding between her willowy legs, kissing the warm
dark skin of her inner thighs, then lip-brushing the
puckered miracle of her black-petalled cunt flower, all
juicy and hot-pink inside, a shapely wet orifice of heaven
to her invading tongue. Stevie was wrong; she did not have
a small pussy, as some girls indeed had, a glimmering little
opening within a dense bush, tight and sweet but not
especially beautiful. She probably had a shallow one, if
Byron's huge tool had hurt her so much, but the exterior of
her pussy was as beautiful as it was possible for such an
organ to be, with shapely, long, black cuntlips that
enclosed in their wavy sinuosities a burbling, wet, inflamed
fuck-cauldron of unsurpassed beauty, which now gave off a
thick, heady aroma of erotic excitement that filled Laura's
nostrils and made her blood sizzle.
Knowing she could not make Stevie have the killer
string of orgasms she craved merely with her mouth, Laura
still did not mean to be denied her opportunity to devour
this beautiful, oozing blossom first, and she began by
sliding her tongue into Stevie's pussy as deeply as it would
go. Stevie yelped, and her lithe body did a brief,
instinctive flip, jerking up off the mattress, then falling
back, with Laura's mouth still glued to her aching slit.
"Oh Jesus!" Stevie gasped. "Yes!"
"Careful, darling," Laura warned. "Remember the
pillow."
She began to lick and slurp and suck Stevie's beautiful
pussy with unrestrained passion, knowing that Stevie might
come, but that it would take at least one orgasm to prime
the pump, that many more would follow it. Stevie, her arms
tied together at the wrists above her head, writhed and
twisted, her lovely lean body straining, her ribcage
surfacing below her small, swirling breasts, her flesh
flexing provocatively because of her unnatural physical
position. The tangy, thick nectars that flowed from her hot
pussy oozed over Laura's tongue, and she spread the girl's
beautifully-shaped pussy lips apart, exposing more of the
glistening, deeply pink trench, running the flat of her
eager tongue over every last inch of it, and sucking in
Stevie's juices.
"Ungghhh! Oh shit oh god Laura!" Stevie whimpered, her
body arching and quivering.
Laura's tongue had not yet even touched Stevie's clit,
a tiny little bead though now somewhat enlarged, peaking out
tentatively from a sculptured, upside down v-shaped flap of
glossy black skin at the very top of her pussy. For a brief
second Laura marveled at the tiny thing, so small and
delicate compared with the fat, bulbous clits of both Randi
and Ada, which she had been sucking so hungrily only
recently. Oh honey, get ready, she thought. Your little
berry is going to explode with happiness.
"Oh! Oh!" Stevie continued to half-pant, half-whimper,
her lovely lean body writhing and straining, her hips
beginning to gyrate faster now as Laura's licking and
kissing became more heated.
Laura slid her hands under the girl's smooth, round
buns and squeezed them while at the same time lifting her
tongue up to Stevie's clit and flicking it rapidly. This
was enough to tip Stevie over the edge. She began to come
almost immediately, and Laura was alarmed to hear a fierce
howl of ecstacy traveling up from her lungs.
"AAWWONNNGGGGHHIIEE!" she began to cry out, before
Laura quickly freed one of her own hands from Stevie's
delicious naked bottom and reached up to grab the pillow,
pushing it into Stevie's face.
In their sexual excitement leading up to this moment,
neither one had realized that when Stevie came she would be
unable to grasp the pillow because both of her hands were
tied. By this time, however, Stevie was past caring. She
had a truly wrenching, toe-curling climax, whinnying
helplessly into the pillow that Laura had stuffed into her
face, her lovely, lithe body surging and stiffening, then
shuddering and undulating as wave after wave of coming shook
her.
Ordinarily, Laura would have embraced her and let her
come down gently from this pulverizing moment, but this was
the opportunity she could not afford to squander. While
Stevie was still plateauing on her first orgasm, Laura slid
two fingers up into the warm, greasy channel of her pussy
and, turning her hand up, began probing for the secret spot,
knowing that it was definitely there since she had once
before given Stevie a killing string of orgasms just like
the one she was now shooting for.
"Oh! Ohhhhh!" Stevie was still sighing, stunned by the
force of her first orgasm, but surrendering her body
completely to Laura, knowing that even more crushing bliss
was on the way.
Now, still probing Stevie's pussy with her fingers,
Laura slid up her body, kissing her face, her cheek, her
mouth, devouring her mouth, looking into her dazed, glassy
eyes, looking and feeling for a sign. Am I near? Am I
close? Can I feel you twitch?
"You want to come some more?" she half-teased,
delirious with sexual passion and fierce desire for this
beautiful girl and her delectable, writhing body. "Can I
make you come harder? Do you want to come again?"
"Oh god . . . yes! Ungghhhh!" Stevie groaned, her eyes
imploring Laura. "Oh god, yes, Laura. Please! Anngghhh!
Oh!"
Stevie seemed to be waiting, hoping for Laura to find
the trigger too, shocked and half-hypnotized by her climax.
But then Laura saw a brief, split-second jolt of recognition
in Stevie's face, and in another split-second felt her body
jerk. Both of them knew in an instant that a hurricane of
orgasms was about to unload on the quivering, stiffening
girl.
"Oh god, yes. Now," Laura panted to her, probing the
patch of flesh inside Stevie's wet, clinging pussy harder
with her fingertips.
"Aaunngghrrrhhuuggnhhmm!" Stevie moaned, trying to turn
her face back again into the silk pillow but quickly
overwhelmed by a series of wild spasms as another orgasm
engulfed her.
From this point Laura could only hold on for the ride.
With her fingers still embedded deep in Stevie's pulsing,
spasming pussy, pressing and rubbing the magic spot, she
cradled the girl's shoulders in her other arm and gently
pushed Stevie's face over into the pillow each time another
sharp convulsion of white-hot rapture seized the girl's
body, enchanted by the repeated looks of ecstacy passing
over Stevie's beautiful face as her long, violent moans
poured out. Stevie came twice, and then a third orgasm
seemed to erupt almost from nowhere, through the center of
the second one, an explosion that left her gasping, tears
leaking from the corners of her eyes.
Scarcely had this orgasm begun to wane than two more
followed it in quick succession, this time devastating,
crippling shocks, as if Stevie were being electrocuted by a
kind of scorching, galvanic sexual pleasure that she had
never known until now, and that Laura had seen infrequently
herself. Stevie's body twitched and flipped and strained
and jerked in wild, spastic leaps and horrific, convulsive
archings, her lean flesh quivering helplessly as almost
unbearable pleasures wracked her.
After this, she appeared to be unable to have any more
orgasms, her body collapsing and sagging against Laura's,
her breath still labored and her eyes swirling in a hot
turmoil as the sweet spasms of her final climax slowly
subsided. She had had five orgasms in a row, each more
powerful than the last, following the first one. Six
orgasms had left her barely able to open her eyes as Laura
reached up to untie the twisted legs of the pants she had
used to tie Stevie's wrists to the bed post.
With Stevie's arms free, Laura embraced her, rubbing
the full length of her own naked body against Stevie's,
kissing her neck, groping for her lovely small breasts,
sliding one thigh between Stevie's and rubbing it up against
Stevie's pussy, for some reason unable to stop swarming all
over Stevie, wanting to fuck her again, to keep fucking her,
even though Stevie seemed slack and spent and destroyed from
her six climaxes.
"Oh Laura . . . ohhhhhh Laura!" Stevie moaned.
"I want you," Laura panted. "I still want you. I want
you again. Can you come again?"
Stevie's hands came up now to caress Laura's naked
back, and her body undulated under Laura's.
"Oh Laura . . . I don't think so," she murmured softly.
"I came so much . . . so hard."
"I think I can make you come again," Laura breathed
into her ear, feeling Stevie's warm, slippery pussy lips
splayed against the bare muscle of her thigh.
But it wasn't thigh-fucking her that she had in mind.
Her hands roamed down the girl's squirming, delicious body
to her ass, cupping and squeezing the small, firm moons, her
mind quickly focusing on the little back-door love hole
between them.
"Let me make you come," Stevie panted, suddenly
becoming less passive, embracing Laura more heatedly, even
rolling Laura onto her side, her hands rising to Laura's
breasts. "You must need to come, Laura," she panted.
"After that. Didn't it excite you?"
"Oh god, yes," Laura confessed.
Stevie dropped her mouth to Laura's breasts, kissing
them passionately, sucking Laura's nipples in a heated
frenzy, more excited than Laura had ever seen her, even
after coming six times.
"Oh, I wish my boobs were just this big, just this
size," Stevie panted, slurping and stabbing Laura's
throbbing, wet, erect nipples with her busy tongue.
"They're so beautiful."
Laura could feel the overwhelming uprush of a shocking
orgasm on the way. Fucking this beautiful woman and making
her come six times had the effect of winding Laura up like a
spring, and now Stevie, by hungrily sucking her aching
nipples, had released the lever that held her taut. Not
wanting it to stop, she saw herself as if it were someone
else's arms pushing Stevie's head down, further down her
body.
"Oh honey . . . I'm going to come so hard," she gasped
to Stevie. "Suck my pussy . . . hurry!"
"Yes!" Stevie gave in, sliding quickly down Laura's
undulating body, slipping between Laura's yawning thighs.
"Come to Mama. I'm going to lick your pretty pink pussy to
heaven."
Having learned from both Rhonda and Laura, Stevie was
good. She knew where to touch each sensitive part of
Laura's streaming pussy with the tip of her tongue,
slithering it everywhere, tormenting Laura's clit until
Laura was coming in only seconds. Laura bucked and twisted,
feeling a hot cloud bloom inside her body, feeling a scream
of terrible release fight its way up her windpipe toward her
throat.
"Oh god! The pillow . . . oh god, the pillow!" she
gasped desperately, interrupting the progress of her scream
with a plea to Stevie.
A guttural, delighted giggle erupted from Stevie's
mouth, though she never paused in her devotions, still
rapidly flicking Laura's clit with her tongue. With one
long arm, she reached up, patting the bed to find it, then
drew the small pillow over to Laura's hand.
"Here. Quick, honey, you're coming already!"
"I know! Ungghhhmmpphh! Oh! Oh Stevie!
Auungghhhhhh! Owwwngghhhhh! Unghh! Angghh!"
Laura came so hard and so fast that she could only push
her face halfway into the pillow, and most of her helpless
cries escaped into the small hotel room. Stevie made no
further attempt to muffle them, and giggled even more, still
licking Laura's pussy, as Laura convulsed and twisted, her
pelvis shuddering mightily as the spasms of her climax shook
her body.
As she began to unclench and slacken, Stevie slid up to
kiss her. "Maybe I can find your g-spot and pay you back,"
she purred, caressing Laura's still-quivering naked body
lovingly.
Laura smiled wanly at her, still gulping as several
aftershocks struck her. She knew it was possible. Kim had
done it.
"If you have time . . . we can try it," she whispered
hoarsely, having groaned her voice away during her climax.
She saw Stevie's face suddenly tense up. "What time is
it?"
"I don't know. Probably six-thirty or so."
"Oh shit, Rhonda will be here at seven!"
Stevie hopped off the bed, still totally naked,
impossibly gorgeous, her small, uptilted breasts jiggling,
small black nipples gleaming in the soft light. Watching
her, and letting her eyes roam around the small hotel room,
Laura realized that it was so sumptuously furnished, with
heavily-padded furniture and thick curtains, that her
screams had probably not been audible out in the hallway.
She watched Stevie gathering up clothes and underwear,
her own and Laura's, tossing them on the bed. "I don't mean
to rush you, but-"
"I know," Laura said quietly, leaning forward to pluck
up her bra. "Rhonda is sweet. She loves you."
"She doesn't fuck like you, but you can't have
everything."
Stevie smiled with meaningful directness at Laura, who
said nothing but slowly continued to dress. Stevie stashed
her own clothes in her open suitcase and got a thin,
ravishingly sexy dress out of the closet. By the time she
got it on, she looked like she had stepped out of the pages
of Vogue, or Elle. She stood in front of the mirror,
brushing out the hundreds of curls of her glossy auburn
hair.
"Anyway," she went on, "I get the feeling you didn't
learn that g-spot stuff just from fooling around with a few
girls. You like to fuck too much, Laura. I don't think I
could trust you."
Laura gave her a hard, amused stare. "You trust
Rhonda?"
Stevie nodded. "More than I would trust you. She
isn't as . . . ingenious as you," she winked at Laura
through the mirror. "Or as flat-out horny. She loves me
for a lot more reasons than my pretty black pussy."
Want to bet? Laura wanted to say, but she let it pass.
It would be too mean, and maybe Rhonda did.
She found herself wondering about the hair, which was
so unlike that of any black woman she had every known
intimately before. Randi had focused on it immediately.
That fake Neegro with the red hair, she had said. Laura
thought the `fake' part probably had to do with Stevie's
chiseled, unAfrican features, her thin nose and lips. But
the hair was different.
"How do you get your hair to look like that?" she asked
calmly, cinching up her belt, now almost completely re-
dressed and ready to leave.
"Partly just luck, partly a mysterious secret," Stevie
smiled sassily at her, again through the mirror. She
continued brushing. "Ever hear of Lucrezia Borgia?"
Laura nodded. "Daughter of a pope, in the middle ages.
Had a son by him, fucked everybody else, right? And people
think we're bad today."
Stevie nodded. "She was famous for her hair. A
hairdresser in L.A. that I know found her secret, which is a
special shampoo made with honey, black sulphur, and alum.
Aluminum sulfate or something like that, I think. Anyway, I
get it from him. Before I started using it, my hair was
brown. Just brown. Not quite as soft."
Laura's sexual desire was growing again as she watched
Stevie brush her hair, and listened to her speak about her
secret shampoo. She went over to her and brushed the
billows of hair aside from the back of her neck, then leaned
forward and kissed it lingeringly.
"I want you again," she whispered. "I never get
enough."
Stevie turned and put the hair brush down. "I don't
know how I can want it again after coming that much," she
murmured, kissing Laura's mouth in a long, romantic way.
"I'm going to Rome tomorrow. We have to wait."
"Aren't you afraid Rhonda will smell that you've been
fucking?"
"Can you smell me?"
"Yes. You came six times."
Stevie's eyes rolled up. "Oh god, don't remind me. It
was heaven. You are the devil, Laura. Doing that to me.
Now, if we don't want a scene, you better skedaddle before
she gets here."
Laura felt a little sadness grip her at being shuttled
out the door like this. Especially so that the atrocious
Rhonda could waltz in and take over. But she tried to be
resigned and dignified. She watched Stevie spray expensive
perfume behind her ears and into her crotch to disguise the
smell of rutting that was left over from their exuberant
fucking. Then Stevie walked her to the door and kissed her.
"Take the stairs. It's only two flights. What if
she's coming up in the elevator?"
"Good thing I love to do it with you," Laura replied
ruefully. "I wouldn't take this from just anybody."
"See," Stevie smiled brightly. "You love me too, in
your way. You don't want me to get in any more trouble."
"Call me when you get back from Rome?"
"Of course, darling," Stevie breathed. "I still have
to find your little trigger and return the favor. Sorry we
got cut short this time."
But Laura, as she walked down the stairs in the echoing
stairwell, clutching its iron railing, didn't really know if
Stevie meant it.
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