Page 11 of Sapphic Stuff

Her eyes snapped open and she gasped as she saw the woman standing beside the bed, standing just behind Carrie and off to the side, her hand behind Carrie’s body.

The gun was nearby on the nightstand but the woman was no longer holding it. Instead, she was fingering Carrie. She was fingering Talia’s girlfriend while forcing her to pleasure Talia. Jealousy and anger swept through Talia in a wave because she knew—she could tell—Carrie was aroused. She was receiving pleasure from it.

She wasn’t angry at Carrie—it wasn’t her fault—but Talia’s arms ached to be released so she could rip the woman’s hands off Carrie. The woman stared back at her, looking into Talia’s eyes, her arm still moving, as she reached forward and pressed Carrie’s face more firmly into Talia’s pussy.

Despite the situation, ecstasy ripped through Talia as Carrie responded by pulling Talia’s clit into her mouth and sucking on it, hard. She cried out, hating herself for it, as she came while the stranger kept fingering Carrie, pressing Carrie’s blonde head between Talia’s thighs.

“She’s a good pussy-eater, huh?” the woman asked, pulling her hands away from them as Talia panted for breath, the pleasure dwindling.

The woman pulled out a pair of metal cuffs, and grabbed Carrie’s wrists to cuff her hands behind her back. Carrie looked at Talia with a face of shame, and when Talia saw the glossy cream on two of the woman’s gloved fingers, she knew why.

“It’s okay,” Talia whispered, knowing the woman could still hear her but unable to do restrain from at least trying to reassure her girlfriend. “It’s okay.”

“That’s right,” said the woman with an encouraging smile—or at least, that’s what it looked like she tried to do. It was hard to tell with the mask covering most of her face. “Everything’s going to be okay as long as you do exactly what I tell you to.”

The form-fitting clothing she wore was all stretchy, as Carrie and Talia found out. She backed away from them and stripped it off easily, revealing a gorgeously curved body with the kind of long, lean muscles that came from working out. She was a definite hottie. Between her legs, her mound was covered with neatly trimmed brown hair, and her nipples were a dark-pink color, puckered and erect on her small breasts.

She kept the mask on, which Talia found comforting. Wasn’t there something about people not killing you as long as you didn’t see their face?

The woman walked back to the bed, her strides casual. She didn’t pick up the gun again, but it didn’t matter. Talia was tied down to the bed and Carrie had her hands cuffed behind her back. They were no match for her at all.

Pointing at Carrie, who was still between Talia’s legs, the woman ordered, “Get off the bed.”

As Carrie did, the woman slid one hand into Carrie’s blonde locks and pushed her down to her knees, right next to the bed. She spread her legs, showing off her shaved labia, and put one leg up on the bed so Carrie’s head was trapped between the mattress and the woman’s splayed, wet pussy. The pink lips glistened with arousal, mere centimeters from Carrie’s lips.

“Fuck me with your tongue, and your girlfriend doesn’t get hurt.”

“You don’t have to do it!” Talia cried out, struggling against the cuffs binding her, though she knew it was useless. She shrieked as the woman slapped her splayed pussy, which was swollen and sensitive from her orgasm. The woman’s hand landed fully against her lips and clit, and it stung and then burned from the impact. More humiliatingly, it made her throb—and not just from discomfort.

It also meant Carrie was pressing her face into the woman’s pussy, mingling Talia’s juices with the woman’s. The woman moaned, arching her hips forward so that back of Carrie’s head was pressed against the mattress, her chin tipped back as she energetically licked the woman’s slit. Putting her hand on Talia’s thigh, the woman slid her fingers up to Talia’s pussy and pressed them in. Talia’s teeth clenched to keep her from crying out. She didn’t want Carrie to know the woman was touching her. Carrie was going through enough right now.

“Oh fuck… she is definitely a good little pussy licker, isn’t she?” The woman asked the rhetorical question, not looking for an answer as she started to finger-fuck Talia, enjoying molesting her while being eaten out by her girlfriend.

The worst part was, Talia was already sensitive, her pussy still wet from Carrie’s ministrations, and the woman had very talented fingers. She might be distracted by Carrie’s tongue in her pussy, but she was able to focus well enough to hit all the right spots in Talia’s tight sheath. Her fingers were longer than Carrie’s and went deeper, twisting and then pulling back out before delving back in. It was a violation that had Talia struggling against the pleasure, and she hated feeling anything of the sort. She clenched her jaw shut, not wanting Carrie to know what was happening, but that didn’t stop the rising pleasure.

She could look away, but she couldn’t stop hearing the woman’s moans and the sound of Carrie’s slurping tongue, couldn’t stop feeling the fingers thrusting inside her, and couldn’t stop the orgasm building.

By the time the woman screamed out her climax, Talia’s pussy was swollen and dripping, her body on edge with the need to come… but as the woman had gotten closer to her own climax, she’d become less invested in fingering Talia, leaving her hanging. Talia almost whimpered when the woman’s hand withdrew without finishing her off.

“Damn that was good,” the woman said, dragging Carrie up by her hair and bringing her over to Talia. “Now kiss your girlfriend, so she can taste me on you.”

“I’m sorry,” Carrie whispered, right before she laid her lips on Talia’s. Talia would have told her it was okay—she didn’t blame Carrie for any of this—but Carrie’s mouth was already on hers, her tongue already seeking Talia’s, as if looking for comfort in the kiss. So, Talia kissed her back, trying to give Carrie reassurance. It wasn’t that she didn’t care that Carrie tasted of another woman’s pussy, but it wasn’t Carrie’s fault.

Then Carrie was pulled away, rolled over onto the bed beside Talia, her arms still trapped behind her back, which thrust her breasts up toward the ceiling. Talia started to yell, but the woman shoved a gag into her mouth. She and Carrie had it for play time, but rarely ever used it. Now, all Talia could do was glare as the woman snapped it securely in place. It was a small ball-gag that muffled any noises Talia made, but didn’t choke her. She ran her tongue over the smooth rubber, an automatic reaction.

“You be nice and quiet while I give your girlfriend a reward,” the woman said, patting the top of Talia’s mound. Talia made a muffled sound of denial that was ignored as the woman crawled onto the bed, pushing Carrie’s legs apart and pinning her down. Carrie struggled some, but weakly. She was outweighed and outmuscled, as well as exhausted from her exertions so far.

Talia’s arms jerked on the chains again as the woman lowered her mouth to Carrie’s pussy, pushing her arms underneath Carrie’s thighs so her hands could slide up to Carrie’s breasts. She squeezed the soft mounds, pinching Carrie’s pretty pink nipples into hard little buds as she started eating Carrie out with obvious enjoyment.

Even though she knew it would get her nowhere, Talia couldn’t help but struggle. She hated seeing another woman’s hands and mouth on Carrie’s body, hated the guilt and pleasure in Carrie’s eyes, hated that her own body was still aroused and that seeing Carrie writhe in pleasure for someone else didn’t diminish it.

“I’m sorry,” Carrie said again, her voice higher as she twisted, squirming, trying to get away from the woman. She gasped, her back arching, breasts thrusting upward as the woman twisted her nipples, dark head moving between Carrie’s thighs. “Talia, I’m sorry!”

Talia made what reassuring noises she could but shuddered as Carrie’s cheeks turned pink, as her breathing began to rapidly escalate as the woman worked her body over, forcing her toward orgasm. Talia already knew how skilled the woman’s fingers could be—she didn’t doubt her mouth would be any less.

Even though it hurt to see Carrie climaxing for someone else, Talia knew that she couldn’t help it—especially because Carrie had such a sensitive clit. Carrie liked to take her time playing with Talia’s body because it was so easy for Carrie to come. That was how she extended her own foreplay. If Talia played with Carrie in the same way, she’d be creaming herself in less than a minute. There was nothing Carrie could do against her own body.

Carrie cried out her orgasm, her body writhing in ecstasy. “Please!” she begged. “Please!” Carrie’s orgasms could be very intense, and her clit was extremely sensitive after coming, so Talia would always give her a minute or two to recover before touching her pussy again once Carrie had orgasmed.