Read Online Say Please: Lesbian BDSM Erotica by Rachel Kramer Bussel, Sinclair Sexsmith, Miriam Zoila Perez, Wendi Kali, Gigi Frost, BB Rydell, Amelia Thornton, Dilo Keith, Vie La Guerre, Anna Watson - Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Rachel Kramer Bussel, Sinclair Sexsmith, Miriam Zoila Perez, Wendi Kali, Gigi Frost, BB Rydell, Amelia Thornton, Dilo Keith, Vie La Guerre, Anna Watson
Ads: Link
start with you: “Can I help you, man?” I smile at you under my skin, just a touch of mirth, and you can feel my heat as you put your hand on my shoulder.
“Well,” you start, weighing how far you’re willing to go, “yeah, you probably can. Here’s the thing with this femme of mine.” You look me up and down, your gaze appraising, proprietary. You step over to talk to Angel. I’m out of hearing range now but I’ve done my part, so I’m waiting, watching, seeing how much bait you’re going to take.
“Come on.” You grab my upper arm and pull me up out of my seat. You steer me firmly toward the door and I’m momentarily disappointed. Then I see Angel following not far behind, and a flash of heat hits me and my cunt starts dripping. My high heels hit the floor steadily as I saunter, keeping my pace just slow enough that you have to pull me along. When we get to the alley, the cold air breathes relief around me and I smell the salt-tinged night fog start to fall.
“Stand here.” You spin me facing you and push me against the cold brick wall. The throbbing music inside comes through the mortar and touches my pulsing, steaming skin.
Angel strolls up, looks me up and down as I lean, breathless, shoulders on the wall. “So,” she says to you. “She’s yours, but she likes to hit on other guys, is that right?”
You raise your chin in a short backwards nod. “Yeah, seems that way.” I dart my eyes between you, unsure what’s going to happen but hoping, straining against my rising fear, the desire to break the spell and start running.
You look directly at me. “So, I think she needs a lesson in how to behave. You wanna help me teach her, man?” Angel looks me up and down and licks her lips. The red embroidered roses on her black button-up look like they’re dripping, bleeding, soaking everything around them, and I feel moisture running down my thighs. You pull your joint out of your vest pocket and light it, dragging off it slowly. You raise your eyebrows and extend your hand to Angel, who takes a hit.
“Why don’t you see how excited it makes her to go out without me and get other guys’ attention?” you say to Angel. She steps toward me and grabs my waist, keeps one hand there as she brings the other to my neck and sweeps my hair out of the way.
“She’s got goose bumps,” Angel reports from right up close so I can feel her hot breath on my ear.
“Slut,” you say languidly. “Her nipples are probably hard, too.” Angel’s right hand moves deftly over my collarbone, down my neckline. She reaches into my low-cut dress and rubs her fingers gently over my bra.
“I dunno, man, it’s hard to tell through her bra, you know?” Angel says.
“Well, take one of her tits out, then. She won’t care, she’s been showing herself off to everyone. What’s one more rough night in an alley, right, babe?” Your voice is sure enough that Angel takes your direction. Your tone has that challenge for me in it: How long can I take it? How long can I trust you and let you play with me this way, just a big, expensive toy that you show off?
Angel slides her smooth right hand down my chest and into the cup of my bra. She pulls the weight of my breast up and my strap slides down my shoulder at the same time, so the front of my dress falls and allows you to see my white skin and pink nipple completely bare. The cold air hits my goose-bumped skin and I almost moan because of the throbbing in my cunt. Angel circles my nipple with her thumb.
“Yeah, her nipple’s hard. She’s turned on, man. This girl is begging for it.” You exhale a puff of smoke. My head lolls back against the wall; I’m trying desperately not to scream. Trying to keep it together as her practiced thumb teases my cold, hard nipple.
“Yeah, she’s in heat.” You shrug. “She’s always like that. I’ll bet her pussy’s slick and the tops of those stockings are soaked, too. You should find out.”
Angel’s hand remains on my
“Well,” you start, weighing how far you’re willing to go, “yeah, you probably can. Here’s the thing with this femme of mine.” You look me up and down, your gaze appraising, proprietary. You step over to talk to Angel. I’m out of hearing range now but I’ve done my part, so I’m waiting, watching, seeing how much bait you’re going to take.
“Come on.” You grab my upper arm and pull me up out of my seat. You steer me firmly toward the door and I’m momentarily disappointed. Then I see Angel following not far behind, and a flash of heat hits me and my cunt starts dripping. My high heels hit the floor steadily as I saunter, keeping my pace just slow enough that you have to pull me along. When we get to the alley, the cold air breathes relief around me and I smell the salt-tinged night fog start to fall.
“Stand here.” You spin me facing you and push me against the cold brick wall. The throbbing music inside comes through the mortar and touches my pulsing, steaming skin.
Angel strolls up, looks me up and down as I lean, breathless, shoulders on the wall. “So,” she says to you. “She’s yours, but she likes to hit on other guys, is that right?”
You raise your chin in a short backwards nod. “Yeah, seems that way.” I dart my eyes between you, unsure what’s going to happen but hoping, straining against my rising fear, the desire to break the spell and start running.
You look directly at me. “So, I think she needs a lesson in how to behave. You wanna help me teach her, man?” Angel looks me up and down and licks her lips. The red embroidered roses on her black button-up look like they’re dripping, bleeding, soaking everything around them, and I feel moisture running down my thighs. You pull your joint out of your vest pocket and light it, dragging off it slowly. You raise your eyebrows and extend your hand to Angel, who takes a hit.
“Why don’t you see how excited it makes her to go out without me and get other guys’ attention?” you say to Angel. She steps toward me and grabs my waist, keeps one hand there as she brings the other to my neck and sweeps my hair out of the way.
“She’s got goose bumps,” Angel reports from right up close so I can feel her hot breath on my ear.
“Slut,” you say languidly. “Her nipples are probably hard, too.” Angel’s right hand moves deftly over my collarbone, down my neckline. She reaches into my low-cut dress and rubs her fingers gently over my bra.
“I dunno, man, it’s hard to tell through her bra, you know?” Angel says.
“Well, take one of her tits out, then. She won’t care, she’s been showing herself off to everyone. What’s one more rough night in an alley, right, babe?” Your voice is sure enough that Angel takes your direction. Your tone has that challenge for me in it: How long can I take it? How long can I trust you and let you play with me this way, just a big, expensive toy that you show off?
Angel slides her smooth right hand down my chest and into the cup of my bra. She pulls the weight of my breast up and my strap slides down my shoulder at the same time, so the front of my dress falls and allows you to see my white skin and pink nipple completely bare. The cold air hits my goose-bumped skin and I almost moan because of the throbbing in my cunt. Angel circles my nipple with her thumb.
“Yeah, her nipple’s hard. She’s turned on, man. This girl is begging for it.” You exhale a puff of smoke. My head lolls back against the wall; I’m trying desperately not to scream. Trying to keep it together as her practiced thumb teases my cold, hard nipple.
“Yeah, she’s in heat.” You shrug. “She’s always like that. I’ll bet her pussy’s slick and the tops of those stockings are soaked, too. You should find out.”
Angel’s hand remains on my
Similar Books
