Sunday, August 24, 2014

Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 97

After Jane and Marie untied Erica, she disappeared into the bathroom for a minute to pee and wash her face. When she returned, she took Jessica by the hand and escorted her to the living room. Jessica was only too happy to be led in this circumstance; Erica was, after all, the professional here. Jane and Marie followed behind.

Erica pulled off what remained of Jessica’s clothes, sat her down on the couch, and hopped up to straddle her. They shared a long, sensuous kiss, tongues exploring and intertwining. Then Erica began to move down. She paid due attention to Jessica’s ears, her neck, her shoulders, then her breasts, licking all around and sucking them down.

Marie and Jane took seats and looked on, pleased to see their mistress being treated the way she deserved. Continuing her journey south, Erica lingered on Jessica’s navel, her hips, and her triangle, then bent over to kiss her feet before spreading her legs. Jessica settled back into the couch and opened wider to give Erica good access.

What followed took Marie and Jane by surprise. They both thought they knew how to pleasure a woman, but Erica was operating on another level. Her technique was flawless; her mouth, tongue and hands incredibly skilled; but more than that, she just had a special touch. She knew when to push forward, when to ease off, when to pay attention to the inner thighs, the pussy itself, or the clit. She kept Jessica going for the better part of an hour, driving her to higher and higher heights, but never over the edge. Then, when Jessica finally came, she orgasmed three times rapidly in succession — making some noises Jane and Marie had never heard her make before — then fell back and lay still.

Feeling humbled but happy, Jane and Marie moved onto the couch, cuddling their mistress from either side. They drew Erica up into their embrace, and for a time all four of them just rested together.

* * *

By the time Lexi finished studying for her math final, it was late. She could hear her father snoring down the hall, but she herself didn’t feel tired at all. She felt horny. And at this hour she wasn’t quite sure what to do about it, until she remembered that she had a good option close at hand.

Moving very quietly — probably more quietly than she really needed to, as her dad was a heavy sleeper and a loud snorer — she crept out the front door and over to Annalise’s. The house was dark but the door was unlocked, and Lexi was sure Annalise wouldn’t mind. As she climbed the stairs she was surprised to see that a light was on in the bedroom, and then she heard a noise: a female moan, a quiet one, but unmistakeable.

Walking on her tiptoes, Lexi moved to the bedroom door and peered around the corner. The light from the corner lamp was dim, so it took Lexi a few seconds to figure out what she was seeing. Annalise, facing her, was the top half of a 69. Just at that moment Annalise looked up and saw Lexi standing in the doorway; her pussy-juice-slick face curled into a devilish grin.

All Lexi could make out of the woman beneath her was a wet, wide-open, blonde-haired pussy. Her curiosity was piqued, but Annalise put her finger to her mouth to ask for quiet, then dove back in. Lexi stood watching in the doorway as Annalise and the mystery woman went at it, gripping each other tight and eventually reaching nearly simultaneous orgasms. By the time they finished Lexi’s pussy was gushing and she had one hand on her crotch, touching herself through her jeans.

After taking a minute to recover, Annalise rolled off to reveal the body beneath her. It was a spectacular one: long and strong with huge tits and perfect muscle tone. The woman had long blonde hair and her eyes were closed in blissful contentment. Then her eyes opened and she saw Lexi. Her face registered surprise but not shock; after taking a few seconds to process she smiled at Lexi, quickly seeing the positives in the situation.

Annalise looked like the cat the ate the canary, very pleased at being the one in the know for once, not the new girl on the block. “Serena, this is Lexi,” she said. “Lexi, Serena.”

Lexi quietly said “Hi,” looking down at the floor, feeling suddenly shy — although she was the only one there with clothes on.

“Hi, Lexi,” said Serena, much more loudly and enthusiastically. “I’ve heard about you from some of the other girls. You’re even more beautiful than they told me.”

Pleased with the compliment, Lexi looked up and once again met Serena’s eyes. They were warm, intelligent, and full of life; at that moment Lexi fell in love a little bit. “Thanks,” she said. She wanted to add something sweet, like “You’re not so bad yourself,” but it just felt too cheesy; instead she settled for her most winning cheerleader smile.

After that the two of them seemed frozen, so Annalise took matters into her own hands. She walked over behind Lexi and pulled off her top, then her bra, reaching around to cup Lexi’s tits with both hands. Serena hopped up onto her hands and knees and stretched out to take one of Lexi’s nipples into her mouth; Annalise eased Lexi forward a bit to facilitate.

Now Annalise pulled Lexi’s jeans down and jammed a hand between her thighs. It was very warm in there, and a little moist as well. Annalise ran her hand along Lexi’s crotch and the cheerleader moaned, her legs going a little slack. She sank to her knees and right there in front of her were Serena’s tits: heavy, ripe, succulent, and irresistible. Why resist anyway?

Leaning forward, Lexi opened her mouth as wide as it would go but still couldn’t come anywhere close to getting a whole breast in her mouth. She felt like a tiny baby suckling on an enormous mother. Suddenly it flashed into her head that Serena looked not unlike some photos Lexi had seen of her own mom. The thought made her feel weird for a second, but she was soon distracted by the surprising sensation of Annalise’s hand swatting her butt cheek.

Lexi looked back at Annalise, who shrugged as if to say, things are different now. Then Lexi returned her attention to Serena’s magnificent boobs and Annalise, having gotten things started, sat back to watch for awhile. For some minutes Lexi moved back and forth from right to left, left to right, eyes closed and a faraway, almost hypnotized look on her face.

Serena liked having her tits sucked as much as anyone, but after awhile she was ready for more. She pulled away from Lexi and lay back on the bed. When Lexi opened her eyes Serena was on her back, legs spread wide, hands on her inner thighs in a very alluring pose. A line from a movie popped into Serena’s head and before she knew it it was coming out of her mouth: “Take a bite of peach.”

Lexi didn’t need to be asked twice. In the blink of an eye she was between Serena’s legs, slurping away hungrily. Serena looked a little taken aback at Lexi’s sudden ferocity; she momentarily raised one hand as if to defend herself, then let it fall on Lexi’s head.

In this position Lexi’s ass was in the air and it occurred to Annalise that her pussy could probably use some attention. She didn’t have a strap-on but she did have a vibrator, though she hadn’t used it for awhile. It took her a minute to remember which drawer it was in, but when she found it, it started right up. Annalise knelt down behind Lexi and maneuvered the vibe between her legs, touching it first to her left thigh.

Lexi’s whole body shook visibly, but she never let up her assault on Serena’s cunt as Annalise ran the vibrator along her crotch and tapped it against her clit. Annalise saw Lexi go rigid and knew it probably wouldn’t take long, so she worked carefully, using the vibe gently and pulling it away from time to time. This way she was able to time it just perfectly so Serena and Lexi came together.

Lexi let loose with one of her patented screams, punishing the ears of the other two women. For a second she wondered if the sound might not wake up her father back at the house. But that was ridiculous, she realized. There was nothing to worry about. She let her head fall onto the bed and let her mind wander, aftershocks of orgasm reverberating through her body.


Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 96

Jessica took her sweet time on her way to the bedroom, and by the time she got there the girls had Erica stretched out nude, her wrists and ankles bound to the bedposts with bathrobe belts. There were actually two large beds in the enormous bedroom, and they had chosen the one closer to the window. A hint of moonlight played on Erica’s gorgeous skin, which was interrupted only by a perfectly trimmed patch of pubic hair.

There was a plush chair against the wall opposite the bed, so Jessica sat down and took a sip of her drink. Marie and Jane were standing on either side of the bed, patiently awaiting further instructions. Erica too was gazing up at Jessica, her big brown eyes expressing a surprising amount of innocence considering what she did for a living.

“Marie, sit on her face,” ordered Jessica. Marie obediently slipped off her panties, leaving on her garter belt, and climbed onto the bed. She turned to face Jessica and slowly sank down until her her pussy was poised over Erica’s mouth. Seeing what the client wanted, Erica extended her tongue and ran it along the length of Marie’s slit.

“Jane, eat her pussy.” Wasting no time, Jane dropped to her knees and leaned forward to get her head between Erica’s legs. For a few minutes Jessica just sat, drank, and enjoyed the scene: Marie bouncing up and down on Erica’s face, her boobs shaking gently; Jane’s head bobbing around as she hungrily licked, sucked, and fingered Erica’s cunt; Erica’s soft moans escaping from between Marie’s legs.

Standing, Jessica crossed the room and opened the suitcase full of toys she had brought along. She picked out a pair of nipple clamps and returned to where the others were. She reached down to rub and pinch Erica’s nipples, and when they were good and stiff, Jessica snapped on the clamps. Erica yelped, temporarily distracted from her work on Marie’s pussy. After a moment she resumed, only to be distracted again when Jessica pulled on the chain between the clamps.

Erica yelped again, slightly louder this time, then sighed audibly as Jessica released the pressure. Now Jessica leaned forward to kiss Marie on the mouth. Just at that moment Erica’s lips clamped down on Marie’s clit, so Marie moaned into Jessica’s mouth, the first hint of an orgasm rumbling through her body. Jessica pulled Jane’s head up from Erica’s crotch and began to slowly, slowly, slowly stroke Erica’s clit with one hand while intermittently pulling on the nipple clamps with the other.

Having climaxed satisfyingly, Marie hopped off the bed and sat down in the chair Jessica had vacated. She watched as Jessica continued to stimulate Erica’s clit and nipples, Jane meanwhile moving up the bed and softly kissing Erica with lips covered in her own juices. When Erica finally came, it was violent; her body quaked and she strained against her bonds, groaning helplessly and gasping for breath.

Shooing Marie off the chair, Jessica sat and picked up her drink, contemplating her next move. Marie curled up at Jessica’s feet, resting her head on her mistress’s leg. Erica, meanwhile, was struggling to maintain her composure. She had never come like that with a client before, and didn’t know what she could say without sounding unprofessional. She finally settled for a loud exhale and a quiet “Wow.”

Absentmindedly petting Marie’s head, Jessica looked over at Jane, who had a look on her face that Jessica recognized. The poor thing had given without receiving, and was badly in need to some attention.

Standing, Jessica gestured for Jane to take her place in the chair. “Make her come,” she said to Marie, and left to refill her drink. Marie was pulling Jane’s panties down as she left the room.

Fresh martini in hand, Jessica stood for a few minutes looking out over the city. It was completely dark now and there were lights everywhere. She remembered the line from that old TV show, “There are eight million stories in the naked city.” She had always liked that phrase, “naked city” — it gave her ideas….

When she returned to the bedroom, Jane had her legs splayed and draped across either side of the chair. Her face was scrunched up into a mask of pleasure as Marie serviced her and Erica looked on attentively but expressionlessly. Jessica could tell that Jane was close, very close; her face had started to turn red, as it often did when she approached orgasm.

Leaning down so that her lips were right against Jane’s ear, Jessica whispered, “Come for me, honey.” With that Jane moaned, gripped both arms of the chair, and humped Marie’s face until a climax wracked her body.

Sitting her drink down on the bedside table, Jessica made another trip to her suitcase and dug out a 10-inch black strap-on. After harnessing up she walked over to Jane and Marie and they obediently leapt into action, running their tongues up and down the thick shaft, putting on a show for Erica.

When she felt ready, Jessica moved over to the bed and poised herself over Erica so they were very close but not touching. She looked down into Erica’s eyes, which were intelligent and warm, but with a steely edge to them that Jessica felt a kinship with. When Jessica began to push inside, those eyes rolled back into Erica’s head and her mouth fell open. Impulsively, Jessica leaned down and kissed Erica on the forehead, feeling a real tenderness that surprised her under the circumstances.

Supporting herself with both hands, Jessica took the chain connecting the nipple clamps in her mouth and began to tug on it as she slid the strap-on all the way in. It was quiet in the room and Jessica concentrated on Erica’s breathing as she moved in and out, pulling on the chain, making Erica gasp and then moan, gasp and then moan.

Planting her feet for leverage, Jessica began to drive up into Erica harder, lifting her physically off the bed as Erica flexed her hips to meet each thrust. When she could sense that Erica was close to coming Jessica eased off, teasing Erica with slow strokes while jerking harder on the nipple clamps.

“Jane, Marie, come!” ordered Jessica, and a second later they were there at the side of the bed. Leaning on one hand, Jessica pulled off the nipple clamps and had Jane and Marie each begin to suckle one of Erica’s breasts. Now Jessica resumed pounding into Erica with full force, and it didn’t take long before an intense orgasm wracked the bound woman’s body. Erica again strained against her bonds and her screams echoed through the suite, making Jessica wonder how close their nearest neighbors might be. Not that she cared that much — she felt like the queen of the world right now, invincible and ready for whatever challenge might come her way.


Friday, August 1, 2014

Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 95

Upon their arrival in New York, Jessica met with Jane’s attorneys. The meeting went surprisingly well; apparently Jane had been very persuasive in convincing them that this was what she really wanted. The law firm also handled investments, and had been doing a very good job, so Jessica agreed to let them continue to manage most of it. She learned that Jane had asked the firm to sell off her house and all her possessions — she had no desire to revisit her old life — and that the proceeds would be added to the account.

Jessica was a little taken aback to discover just how much money there was. She knew that Jane was well-off, but when she saw the actual numbers in front of her, she almost started choking. She had grown up poor, and although she was relatively comfortable now, this was on a different scale. She sensed immediately that life was going to change; the only question was how.

Afterward she sat in the lobby for a few minutes with Jane and Marie, excited, but also a little confused. Where to go from here? Well, they were going to need a place to stay that night. Jessica had always wanted to stay at the Four Seasons, so she got out her phone and booked them a suite at the Four Seasons. The nightly rate was obscene, but she could afford it now, and was in the mood to splurge.

Now they would need a way to get there, so she called a limo service and ordered a black stretch. Barely 10 minutes passed before the long, sleek vehicle pulled up in front of the office. The driver’s door opened and a black-uniformed figure emerged and came inside.

The driver looked at them and asked, “Jessica Braden?” The voice was high for a man and low for a woman, and the uniform, hat, and sunglasses made it hard to tell much about who was underneath.

“That’s right,” answered Jessica, standing.

“Hi, I’m Rocky, and I’ll be your driver today.”

“A pleasure,” said Jessica, scrutinizing Rocky and coming tentatively to the conclusion that this was a female. Rocky was probably short for “Raquel” or something like that.

Rocky helped them with their minimal luggage and showed them where the bar was located in the back of the limo. Champagne seemed to be in order, so Jessica had Marie pour them each a glass, and they drank a toast as the limo made its way through the city.

When the arrived at the hotel Rocky opened the door for them. The sunglasses were gone, and now she looked much more like a woman; her eyes were a lovely green, gleaming with a sharp but not entirely trustworthy intelligence. Before they parted Rocky handed Jessica her card. “Feel free to give me a call,” she said. “Anything you want in this city, I can probably help you find it.” She winked. “Anything at all.”

* * *

After checking in Jessica, Marie, and Jane sat looking out over the city. They had opened a bottle of champagne and ordered a luxurious dinner from room service. Jessica felt well-indulged and happy but there was a yearning, too, for something more.

She looked over at Jane, whose face was bathed in the orange glow of sunset. Jane looked calmer and more beautiful than Jessica had ever seen her. Her burdens had been lifted, Jessica realized; she was free now to live in the moment.

“Jane,” said Jessica.


“I was thinking, maybe you’d like to go back to your real name now. It would be OK with me.”

Jane shook her head vigorously. “No. I want to be who I am with you, not who I was.”

Jessica nodded. She looked over at Marie, who was stretched out on the couch painting her toenails. “Marie, what would you like to do tonight?”

Marie shrugged. “This is nice.”

Jessica refilled her glass of champagne and started pacing around the suite. The problem with being able to do anything you want, she reflected, is figuring out what you want to do. She idly turned on the TV and started flipping channels. After a football game, an infomercial, and a reality show, she came across the face of Julia Roberts — never a favorite of hers, but it was enough to stop her channel-surfing for a few seconds.

The movie, she soon realized, was Pretty Woman, and suddenly a thought struck her. She had never once in her life paid for sex. She’d never needed to, and she didn’t need to now either; but the idea was immediately exciting. Now where did one find a prostitute? She knew there were certain neighborhoods, but where were they? Or if you wanted a call girl, who did you call?

Then she remembered the card in her pocket, and two minutes later she was on the phone to Rocky, who answered quickly. “Hallo?”

“Rocky, this is Jessica Braden.”

“Well hello there,” said Rocky. Jessica could hear the knowing grin on the other end. “I hoped I might hear from you again. What can I help you with today?”

Jessica felt, uncharacteristically, a little sheepish. “Well, when you said…you could, uh…help with anything…I was wondering….” She took a deep breath, angry at herself for being such a wimp. “Do you know someone who could send a girl to my hotel room?”

“Sure,” purred Rocky. “What did you have in mind?”

“Nothing in particular. The most beautiful one available. Money is no object.”

Rocky chuckled. “Money is always an object, sweetheart, believe me. But I know what you mean. Let me make a couple of calls.”

About 90 minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Jessica had dimmed all the lights to create a romantic atmosphere and instructed Jane and Marie to shower and put on nice lingerie. With soft music playing and the city lights in the background, it made for quite an alluring ambiance. Jessica didn’t know why she was going to so much trouble to impress this person whom she would, after all, be paying, but somehow it seemed important. She felt a little nervous, like she had a hot date, and the tingle between her legs was like the buzzing of bees.

When she opened the door, she was impressed with what she saw. The woman was a little taller than Jessica, with long, straight black hair, generous dark brown eyes, and a creamy mocha complexion. She wore a simple black dress that emphasized her substantial boobs, but not in a slutty way. On the whole she looked gorgeous and classy, but not distant or unapproachable.

“Hi,” she said. “I’m Erica.”

Jessica ushered her in and took the opportunity to check out her ass — it was a little bigger than most, rivaling Ana’s in size, but undeniably exquisite. “I’m Jessica.” Again she felt the need to impress, and wanted to say something clever and charming, but nothing came immediately to mind. She told herself to relax; it seemed like the suite was doing the job for her, anyway. Erica looked around, nodding approvingly, and let out a low whistle.

“This is lovely,” she said.

“This?” said Jessica, waving dismissively. “It’s OK, I guess.” When she laughed, Erica joined in, laughing melodically and sweeping her hair back off her forehead with one hand. It was a charming gesture — practiced perhaps, but charming nonetheless.

They turned a corner into the living room of the suite, where Jane and Marie were each reclining on one of the large chairs. Jessica introduced them to the new arrival, and they smiled up at Erica, wondering what Jessica might have in mind for all of them.

With Jane and Marie in the room, Jessica found it very easy to slip into her usual role. She was the boss, and everything here belonged to her. All she had to do was decide what she wanted.

Walking up to Erica, Jessica put one hand to her cheek. Her skin was deliciously soft, her complexion flawless. Jessica slid the hand around to the back of Erica’s neck and pulled her close, kissing her sensually but firmly. Erica’s lips were thick, rich, juicy. She was going to be worth every penny, Jessica felt sure.

Stepping back, Jessica took a deep breath, determined to take this slow, enjoy every second. She gestured to Jane and Marie. “Girls, come give Erica a kiss.”

Jane and Marie stood and approached the call girl. The three of them shared a long, slow kiss with lots of tongue. Just then there was another knock at the door, which Jessica went to answer; it was a bellman with the vodka, vermouth, and cocktail shaker she had requested. When she returned Erica’s head was thrown back, lips slightly parted, as Marie nibbled on her neck and Jane kissed and licked behind the ear.

Sitting the supplies down next to the ice bucket, Jessica began to fix herself a drink. “Jane, Marie,” she called out. “Take her to the bedroom. Get her clothes off and tie her to the bed.”

“That’s going to cost a little extra,” said Erica as Jane and Marie each took one of her hands and began to lead her away.

“I know,” said Jessica, shaking her martini, then pouring it into a glass. “No problem.”