Page 12 of Sapphic Stuff

The woman obviously had no interest in providing such a courtesy. If anything, going by the sadistic hunger in her eyes, she was sucking on Carrie’s clit harder than ever, while Carrie thrashed and sobbed with pleasure that had become so intense it was now indiscernible from pain. Talia couldn’t help her fascination with Carrie’s oversensitive response, even though it hadn’t been her choice.

Her girlfriend’s face was now flushed bright red, the color moving all the way down her neck and to her chest, where her nipples were like hard, red cherries between the woman’s fingers. Carrie’s stomach muscles rippled as she screamed, her head tilting back and tears sliding down her cheeks, her expression caught between ecstasy and horror.

“Stop, stop, please too much!” Carrie sobbed out, her legs struggling to push the woman away, heels kicking up uselessly.

The woman kept at Carrie’s pussy for a few more long moments before pulling away, the lower half of her face shiny with Carrie’s cream. Relieved, Carrie’s muscles all seemed to relax at once as she whimpered and curled into a small ball facing Talia, her entire body quivering with the effects of her extended, forced orgasm. Her blue eyes were glazed and dazed, as if her brain had been as overwhelmed as her body.

“Delightful,” the woman said, wiping off her mouth, her eyes gleaming as she looked down at her two conquests. Her eyes roved over Talia’s spread and helpless body. “This is the best night I’ve had in years. I don’t even think I’ll steal anything from you two, you’ve been so hospitable. Just one last thing before I go.”

Talia screamed against her gag as the woman picked up the strap-on dildo waiting on the nightstand beside the gun. The woman just laughed as she pressed the smaller of the fake cocks into her own pussy, securing the straps around her and adjusting them since she was both slimmer and taller than Carrie. Fisting the thick rubber cock—a pale, pink, seven-inch-long, rubbery shaft with bumps and ridges decorating its entire length—she knelt between Talia’s thighs.

There would be no help coming from Carrie. Even if her hands hadn’t been cuffed behind her back, she looked entirely wrung out, as if she didn’t have an ounce of energy left anywhere in her body. She met Talia’s eyes, just as the woman pressed the head of the dildo against Talia’s slick opening.

“I’m sorry,” Carrie mouthed again. She made a movement like she was trying to get up to help but fell back almost immediately.

Talia closed her eyes, unable to keep herself from moaning as the woman thrust in hard and fast. It was so wrong that it felt so good, but her pussy didn’t care whose body was behind the strap-on. It didn’t care that the woman was rougher, harder than Carrie’s usual strokes. Her swollen tissues were so sensitive, so needy from when the woman had been playing with her before, and there was nothing she could do but take the hard pounding and listen to the woman’s moans of enjoyment as she fucked Talia in front of Carrie.

The woman thrust and grunted, moaning, obviously getting off on fucking Talia with the strap-on while Carrie lay curled by her side. She was thrusting so hard Talia’s breasts were bouncing, and she whimpered as one of the leather straps rubbed over her hard clit with every stroke. Talia’s pussy rippled and clamped around it. The sweet, musky smell of female arousal and pleasure had permeated the room, despite the circumstances, and there was no way Talia would be able to hold off her orgasm.

As the woman plunged into her, the textured surface of the dildo rubbed against the sensitive walls of Talia’s pussy. She turned her head to meet Carrie’s huge blue eyes, a tear trickling down her face.

“I’m sorry,” she said, through the gag, knowing the words would be incomprehensible, but that Carrie would understand anyway.

“It’s okay,” Carrie mouthed back, her eyes trained on Talia’s face as Talia’s eyes fluttered shut.

Ecstasy overtook her, her pussy spasming around the rubber cock invading her, sending wave after wave of pleasure shooting through her body. The gag kept her noises quiet, which she was thankful for, as the woman started moving even harder and faster, panting with her own pleasure as she was stimulated by the strap-on.

The woman threw back her head, crying out with her own triumphant orgasm as she slammed into Talia’s pussy with the rubber cock.

Talia whimpered, a sobbing sound in the back of her throat, as her sensitive pussy spasmed. Her own orgasm was overwhelming now, even though she didn’t have the same problem as Carrie. Maybe it was the fear, maybe it was the helplessness, maybe it was her body betraying her, but that had been one of the most intense orgasms she’d ever had.

The woman sighed with satisfaction as she slid the strap-on out of Talia, pulling it off of her body and dropping it on the bed. “Well, ladies, it’s been a pleasure.” She picked up her clothes and got dressed and then gave a husky laugh as she adjusted her mask. “I won’t even ask where your valuables are—I’ve had too good a time.”

She dropped a small metal key on Talia’s bare stomach, and Talia flinched at the cold contact of metal to her skin. The woman smiled and waved her hand. Not the one with the gun in it, which she’d picked up again, ostensibly to make her getaway.

When she left the bedroom, both Carrie and Talia remained frozen for a moment, and then Carrie sat up and turned around, scrambling for the key on Talia’s stomach. Talia watched as Carried struggled to undo the handcuffs she couldn’t see, both panting for breath as a kind of anxious energy flowed through them, adrenaline making them shaky and panicked. They didn’t think the woman was coming back, but both wanted to be free in case she did.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, baby, I love you,” Carrie repeated over and over again as she pulled off her cuffs and started undoing Talia’s bonds. She went straight for the wrist restraints, and then gently helped Talia with the gag, apologizing the whole time.

“I love you too, I’m sorry, it’s okay,” she murmured back as they both attacked her ankle cuffs, freeing her completely.

The two women immediately came together, holding each other as tightly as they could for reassurance and comfort. Talia kissed Carrie’s head, the top of her cheek, while Carrie massaged her back, nuzzling Talia’s collarbone, her leg sliding between Talia’s thighs as their limbs entwined.

Somehow the air of comfort changed, and then they were kissing like there was no tomorrow, hands sliding over each other’s bodies, mouths gasping for air between deep kisses, wet pussies stroked by fingers, breasts rubbing against each other.

Talia couldn’t get enough of the smell and feel of Carrie against her, needed to get her fingers inside her, to feel Carrie inside her. They moaned in unison, moving together, murmuring their ‘I love yous’ between kisses and reaffirming their connection with their bodies, until they both came together in mutual pleasure.

They gently stroked each other’s pussies as they came down from their orgasmic high, Carrie not protesting as Talia strummed her thumb over Carrie’s sensitive clit, Talia not even murmuring as Carrie slid her finger over Talia’s anus—an area Carrie was fascinated with but Talia rarely let her touch.

“That was…” Talia’s voice trailed off.

Carrie giggled. “Happy birthday, baby.” She kissed Talia’s temple. “Was it everything you wanted?”

“It was even more than I expected.” Talia nuzzled her face against Carrie’s damp skin.

“Remind me to call Tara tomorrow and thank her. And thank you too, for doing this for me. I love you.”

“I love you too, my kinky little freak.”

The End