Lilly and Bea are more than just roommates. Lilly is left alone at work for too long for her own good and needs to find a way to pass the time. Bea finds herself all alone with a stranger that won't even look at her, and she's gonna do whatever it takes to have him look. This is my first story I've decided to publish. I hope you all like it! Open to feedback and opinions! This is planned to be the first chapter of an episodic slice of life series between Lilly and Bea.
Lilly sat at the counter slumped with an expression of pure boredom plastered on her face. She had another 4 hours left of her shift at Crowley’s bookstore, a small brick and mortar establishment at the corner of nowhere important and nothing significant. It was a store that wouldn’t feel out of place a hundred and fifty years ago. The lighting was dim, Mr. Crowley didn't want his books to fade from light exposure after all. Rows upon rows of bookshelves fortified the building, like a maze of tomes. Mr Crowley hated technology of almost any kind, Lilly was pretty sure he’d get rid of the electrical lighting in the store if he could. 4 years ago, Lilly thought that working at a bookstore would be fun. After all, she loved books! Well… certain kinds of books. What she wasn’t prepared for was the fact that nobody came to the store!
In the last month alone she must have had 2 customers total, and one of them was her roommate. The store would have definitely gone under if Mr. Crowley wasn’t filthy rich. He has this store open out of a passion for books more than monetary gain. Still, it meant Lilly’s job consisted of hours and hours of practically nothing. I guess it wasn’t too bad to get paid to do nothing.
Mr. Crowley emerged from his seldom visited office. “Well, I’ve finished everything I needed for today, Miss Lilith.” He always used her full name. “Make sure to lock up when you leave today. And make sure not to sell every book. Where else am I going to get my stories?”
She feigned a chuckle. “I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that Mr. Crowley. Have a good night.” And with that the old man left, and Lilly was relieved. Lilly liked him enough, and he was always kind, but with him finally gone, she could do the main thing she does to pass the time. Read smut!
She made her way past the dusty shelves to a section in the back she was sure not even Mr Crowley knew about. An entire wall of the most perverted and lewd books Lilly had ever seen. Most of them she had never heard about, couldn’t even find them on the internet. They were spicy and original, with many of them being homoerotic or queer. It was her treasure trove. She didn’t even know how the books got here. Mr. Crowley was a better Catholic than her, so there is no way he’d allow these books in his sanctuary if he knew they were here. But here they were. She pulled a tome off the shelves she’d never read before, and brushed the dust off its cover. It read, “Lost in the woods”.
She made her way to her desk. The layout of the room was such that on the off chance if someone were to enter the door, they wouldn’t see her until the ringing of its bell alerted her and gave her time to put the book away. She thanked God for Mr Crowley’s lack of cameras, kissed her cross necklace to ask for forgiveness for what she was about to do, and opened the book.
It was a fantasy book about a boy from our world who gets lost in the woods behind his house, and wound up in a fantasy fairytale land. While exploring this new world he encountered a fairy who was, for all intents and purposes, a femboy. Jackpot. Lilly loved gay stories, especially if they have femboys in them. She found femboys so sexy. She counted herself lucky to have even been with one once, she had Bea to thank for hooking that up. As she read about the two boys giving each other oral, the thought of them licking and stroking each other’s cocks made her feel hot. She felt a distinct wetness between her legs. Her left hand instinctively went down there. With no conscious effort on her part she started feeling her pussy through her jeans.
Before she knew it, she was peeling her jeans and panties off, her bare hairy pussy fully exposed. This wasn’t the first time she masturbated at work, and it definitely wouldn’t be the last. Masturbating in public thrilled her. The thought of someone walking through that door and seeing her sin. It was exhilarating. She sat back in her chair, her feet up on the counter, her legs spread. With one hand she held the book, with the other she spread her pussy lips. She felt the hair that surrounded her pussy. She loved feeling it. She liked her pussy this way and never shaved it, though made sure to keep it clean. That’s how Bea liked Lilly’s pussy too, so that's part of the reason. Despite barely touching it, her pussy was already dripping onto the wooden chair beneath her.
She felt further back to feel the plug she’s kept in her ass all day. She doesn't feel complete unless she feels full back there. As she read about the human finally slipping his cock into the femboy's ass, she finally touched her clit, and shuttered. “Fuck”. She runs her fingers through her wet folds, feeling the entire outside of her pussy. She let out an involuntary moan as she made her way back to her clit. The mental image of the cute femboy fairy getting railed from behind, his cute cock bouncing back and forth, leaking cum onto the forest floor, gave her plenty of mental material to fuel her debaucherous act. She didn’t need the book anymore, she had the mental image firmly in her mind. After putting the book down, she made her way under her shirt with her newly free hand, freed her right tit from her bra, and started to play with her nipple.
She was loud. She didn’t care. The entire shop was filled with her screams and moans of pleasure and the smell of her arousal. She wanted nothing more than to slip one of her fingers inside her pussy, but with the little self control she had, she resisted. It was a sin after all, and Lilly was still a virgin. Sure, she'd been with a few men and plenty of women, but the only time she’d ever been fucked it had been in her ass. In all her 24 years her pussy had never been penetrated. She was Catholic after all.
She felt herself getting close, the building pressure. “GOD YES! FUCKING CHRIST!” She called out to God her ecstasy, her entire body shaking, her pussy squirting all over the desk and floor. It was euphoric. It was Heaven on earth. And it was only the first orgasm she’d give herself tonight. She looked at the clock and realized it had only been 20 minutes since Mr. Crowley left, and she still had a long shift left, with only one thing on her mind to pass the time.
Bea was nearing the top. She remembered how much she used to struggle when she first picked up the hobby of hiking 5 years ago, how she would be winded and out of breath by this point. She felt proud of the fact that she nearly reached the summit and felt no exertion at all. It was a warm but not unpleasantly so afternoon. She had gotten off work at the garden nursery nearly an hour ago. And like most days, she unwinds after work with a hike. She had to pick up Lilly from work at 8 because her roommate refused to get a license, but she had hours until then to relax and unwind.
She prided herself on her secret hiking trail, an old decommissioned one that nobody knew about, it wasn’t on any of the maps. In all her time hiking here over the years, she’d never seen another soul on this trail except for Lilly, and that was only one time when Bea made her go. That didn’t go well. But today, she was all alone, breathing in the clean mountain air. She reached the overlook by an old abandoned waystop, and looked out beyond the ridge to the valley below. She had no idea why this trail was decommissioned, she had never found anything dangerous or unsafe about it, and the views were absolutely gorgeous. She could see for miles and miles of uninterrupted woodland.
Looking out into the world is great for helping a person think. For some people, they would think of family, of life, or of their future. Bea wasn’t that kind of person. Looking out into the beauty and majesty of the natural world, Bea could only bring her mind to think of the gangbang she was in last week. She bit her lip just thinking about it. It was the third gangbang she’d ever been in. It was with 11 guys and took place over 6 hours. It was wonderful. Gangbangs had always been one of Bea’s top kinks, and she relished every time she was a part of one. She wondered how long it would be until her next one. She was even generous enough to share and offered for Lilly to join her on the last one, but that Catholic prude rejected of course. She still came though, but only to watch. Bea remembers looking out about halfway through the experience, a cock satisfyingly filling each of her holes, to see her naked roommate masturbating her brains out. It was quite a sight. After all this time, she still found the girl weird. She'd masturbate to her best friend being gangbanged by 11 men, go to nudist beaches and let a stranger eat her out, and even take a dildo over a foot long up her ass, but she wouldn’t dare to put her own finger inside her pussy because “God would be mad”. It was kinda cute honestly.
Bea stretched, turned around, and started. There was someone sitting on the bench under the abandoned gazebo. “Shit you startled me.” she found herself saying. The stranger completely ignored her. Okay, Rude, she thought. She thought he was cute enough, though a bit pale. Even for a white guy. His clothes seemed a bit old fashioned, kinda like something someone from the 80s would wear. He was reading a book, though she couldn’t make out the title. He seemed completely engrossed by it, not even acknowledging her existence.
“Whatcha readin?”, she asked, trying to gather his attention. He didn’t so much as flinch, let alone look up. Must be some book. She put on a sweet voice, the one that made her sound far more innocent than she actually was. “I’m Bea. Short for Beatrice. What’s your name?” Nothing. Damn that usually works.
She was starting to get frustrated by this guy. “Look asshole, I’m just trying to be polite.” She didn’t know why his refusal to acknowledge her bothered her so much, but it fucking did. She would get this man to at the very least look up at her. She came up with a new tactic.
“Gee it’s so hot up here. I think I might start taking my clothes off.” She looked out of the corner of her eye to see if that got something. She scowled when he didn’t respond to even that. She wasn’t going to actually start undressing for a stranger. Was she? She’s done far crazier things before and she’s gonna get this man to fucking look at her even if it means shaking her bare ass in his face. So, she took a deep breath, steeled herself, and lifted her shirt over her head. One of the perks of having as small of tits as she did was she didn’t have to wear a sports bra when she went on these hikes, so she was completely bare chested. The knowledge that she was undressing in front of someone, even someone ignoring her, instantly made her chocolate brown nipple hard, looking like a pair of pierced Hershey’s kisses on her mostly flat chest. “That’s better.”
She started ignoring him too. She wasn’t going to even look back to see if that got his attention. If he didn’t it was his loss after all. She started to pull her leggings down. As a general rule of thumb, she didn't wear underwear. She felt more comfortable that way. She stretched, her nude body free in the open air, her back turned on the stranger. Her hands ran down her body, giving anyone who was watching a bit of a show. She wasn’t curvy like Lilly, whose body Bea used to wish she had. But she had come into full confidence of her own slim and petite body, finding her small tits and ass to be beautiful, and that confidence was all the more sexy. She bent over, displaying her small but shapely ass in all its glory to the stranger, almost as if to invite him. She looked back to find him finally looking up and staring at her in shock and disbelief. “There he is. Like what you see?”
He nodded silently. She giggled. A moment ago, she hated this man, and was infuriated by him not paying attention to her. But now, she was hot. She was wet. And she needed some cock. “Then why don’t you have some fun with it?” She said, shaking it for him. After the briefest moment, he got up and made his way over to her. He laid his hands on her ass. They were cold, and sent shivers up her spine. “Fuck you’re cold. Want to warm yourself up inside of me?”
Without responding, he stuck a cold finger inside her burning hot pussy. She was so wet it slid right in. “Fuucckkk. That’s it. Put another one in.” He did so, and she greedily accommodated it. She started thrusting back and forth, taking his fingers as far in as they would go. She was dripping a small puddle of her pleasure onto the ground below. She wanted more. She needed more. “Put it in me already. Your cock. I need it.”
She heard him undo his zipper, and saw him pull his erect cock out from his pants. A smile spread across her face seeing it. It wasn’t the biggest cock she’d ever taken, but it was just what she needed right now. She was hungry for it. “Please put it in me! Please! Please! I’ll do anything! I just need it in me!” She begged like her life depended on it. She arched her back, ready to take his cock. He was a gracious master, and pushed the entire length of it inside her, stretching her insides to fit his girth. “Fuccckkkk!!!!” She called as the pain and pleasure became one inside her. She felt him pressing on the entrance to her womb, a feeling she’d never grow tired of. And not a moment later she felt him pull back before pushing himself back into her depths. And again. And again. He was fucking her like his life depended on it. Like she was a prized piece of meat. And she loved the way he consumed her. The entire valley would echo with the sounds of her ecstasy, her howls of pleasure like a violent symphony, only broken by her vulgar demands. “Yes!! Fuck me!! Fuck me just like that!! Harder! Make me your bitch. Break that fucking pussy!! Fuck yes!!”
He turned her around and lifted her up, before lowering her back down onto heaven. She didn’t remember when he took the rest of his clothes off, but as he started lifting her up and down of his cock she took full advantage as she ran her hands up and down his body, her nails digging into his skin. She felt him throbbing inside her, the texture of his veins imprinting on her walls. She didn’t know his name, hadn’t heard his voice. Even now he silently took her, looking at her like a hungry lion looks at a gazelle . She didn’t want him to talk. Didn’t want to know his name. Never wanted to see him again after this. She just wanted this moment. This one perfect moment. “Yes! Yes! Yes! That’s it! I’m cumming!!! Fuck I’m cumming!!!” She convulsed, lost all the strength in her body as waves of all consuming pleasure wracked her. She was lucky he was holding her, was in control, because she wouldn’t have the strength to do anything other than go limp. She felt it, the distinct throbbing of his cock, the twitching, and warmth emanating from his tip. She felt the warmth flown down from her and leaked onto the ground, their cum meeting in a puddle on the ground. Her hands cup his face. Their eyes meet. “Thank you.” She whispered. “Thank you.”
Later, as she walked down the mountain, a spring in her step, a smile on her face, and cum leaking down her leg, she remembered it was about time to go pick up Lilly. She giggled as she thought about how well the timing worked out. She was so consumed by the thoughts of what just transpired, that she completely missed the memorial by the entrance to the park, and the photo of the man who fell off a cliff to his death 40 years ago. If she did see it, she would have noticed that the face was identical to the face she had just cupped.
Shortly after the sun set, Bea pulled her Volkswagen Golf into the parking lot of Crowley’s Book Store. The lot was empty, which was to be expected. Nobody shopped here. She was pretty sure it was a money laundering scheme or something. Still, she had a fondness for it. It was where she met her best friend after all.
She remembered the day she first walked in 3 years ago. She was looking for occult books after watching some Tik Toks about finding real spell books in dusty old shops. And this surely was a dusty old shop. She didn’t really find what she was looking for, but found something unexpected. A girl working the front desk that was exactly Bea’s type, more so than any girl Bea has ever met. Curvy, to the point some would even say chubby, big tits, nerdy with an adorable smile. Most everyone who met Lilly thought she was shy, reserved. And for the most part she was. But in that first moment they locked eyes, Bea saw the true girl underneath. Wild, powerful, and dominating. Bea wanted her.
At first she was worried after seeing the cross around the girls neck, but as their initial conversation went on, Bea felt the sexual tension and knew that this girl was the kind of Catholic girl she could get behind. Their first encounter only led to harmless flirting, the likes of which schoolgirls would partake. But it gave Bea a reason to come back.
And come back she did. She visited three more times, never interested in the books, but interested in Lilly. The girl intrigued her. Every time she paid her a visit, they talked and flirted for hours on end, and the sexual tension grew. Until the fourth time they met. Then the dam broke.
Lilly assured her that nobody would come in, that there were no cameras. Even if those were concerns, Bea wouldn’t have cared. She still remembers the taste of the inside of Lilly’s mouth when they first made out. It tasted like coffee, syrup, and blueberries. Probably from her breakfast. It was addicting, and she couldn’t get enough. Piece by piece, their clothes came and for the first, and certainly not the last time, they saw each other naked, wearing nothing but their lust. As they saw each other, they saw how different they were. Bea was rail thin, while Lilly was voluptuous. Bea’s breasts and ass were small, while Lilly’s were like mounds of pure sex. Bea had skin of dark chocolate, while Lilly had milk pale skin. And there isn’t an old adage about opposites attracting for nothing. They flew together like magnates, sprawling on the book store floor. And Bea was absolutely right about Lilly. The moment they collided, Lilly owned Bea. Strength you’d never thought you’d find in the girl manifested, and confidence to make you want to submit.
The taste of Lilly’s wonderful hairy pussy stuck with her to this day, a flavor that she could only associate with what sex should taste like. Lilly’s hand on the back of Bea’s head kept her in place as she developed her new addiction. She wanted nothing more than to use her free hand to reach down and start rubbing her own pussy, to feel the pleasure that she was delivering. But Lilly was her goddess, her mistress. And Lilly commanded her not to pleasure herself until Bea made her came first. And Bea obeyed her mistress.
Once both of them were exhausted to the point of immobility, they were absolutely relieved to find out that neither of them were interested in a relationship with each other. Bea just didn't do relationships, and Lilly said she was only interested in dating men. Something about her wanting to please God by marrying a man someday. To each their own, Bea thought. In the end, both were happy to just find a new friend that would occasionally fuck each other’s brains out.
Two years ago, they decided to move in together as roommates. That was a bit more difficult than they initially anticipated. Turns out that mutual lust for each other wasn’t the foundation for good roommate relations that they thought it would be. They weren’t fucking each silly 24/7 after all. Their disparity was more than just their physique, but also their personalities and ideologies. They’ve argued. A lot. A couple of them were quite intense. But they always made up and worked together to move forward. Bea loved Lilly like a sister. Well, maybe that isn’t a good comparison, she thought with a wry smile. I don’t think it’s quite sisterly to do the things we’ve done to each other.
Bea smelled pussy before she even opened the door. She rolled her eyes, a grin spreading across her face. What am I going to do with that girl? As she opened the door, the silence of the night air was broken by what sounded like screams, but Bea knew these screams well enough to not be frightened. She made her way inside and closed the door behind her. As the smells of sweat and lust filled the air, she was reminded of Lilly’s room. She turned the corner and found the source of the sweet sounds and aromas.
She found Lilly naked as the day she was born, save for the ever present cross around her neck she never took off. She was leaning back precariously in her chair, her feet on the tabletop, her legs spread wide. With one hand, she was rubbing her sopping wet pussy, with the other she was playing with her perfectly round and soft breast. There was a lot of liquid. There was a pool of juice coating the entirety of the desk and dripping onto the floor. Lilly was a squirrel after all, and seems to have made no attempt to prevent the mess of what must have been several orgasms.
The look on her face took Bea back a bit. She’s only ever seen it twice before. Her eyes were vacant, completely empty. Her mouth was open with her tongue hanging out like one of those hentai characters. Bea knew what this was. Lilly was fucked out of her mind. She was essentially brain dead, not cognizant of anything around her, focused solely on her pleasure. Despite looking right at Bea, she knew that Lilly couldn’t see her, had no idea she was there. She was speaking, but it was more like her mouth was on autopilot. “FUCK FUCK FUCK! YES!!! JESUS YES!!! FUCK ME!! OH MY GOD!!” She was louder than some pornstars Bea had watched, but this wasn’t acting. This was genuine. Watching this display of excess, of pure unadulterated whorishness, Bea was a bit envious. She had seen Lilly enter a state like this before from her masturbation, but it was something Bea had never experienced. She wanted to know what it felt like to enter this state. To be nothing but a slave to her own pleasure. It seemed like the perfect combination of Heaven and Hell.
Overall, the sight of it was magnificent. She wanted nothing more than to lap up all those flowing juices from her perfectly hairy pussy, to suckle on those soft tits like she was a newborn, to lick and worship those glorious feet that Lilly had laid bare on the tabletop. But she held herself back. This was her friend’s moment, and she wasn’t going to insert herself into it. She decided to just pull up a chair, sit back, and watch like it was the greatest show on earth.
This continued on for another ten minutes or so. She couldn’t even imagine how sensitive Lilly must have been down there, yet she kept rubbing away at her clit like it was the only thing she knew how to do. Bea listened to the magical sounds of her moans and cries, of her exclamations and calls. She even got a bit flustered when Lilly called out her name in the midst of her pleasure throws. It made Bea feel warm inside to know that in this moment, despite not being conscious or aware, her friend was imagining her at the height of her debauchery, using her to fuel her lustful fire. Passion and ecstasy sprayed out from between her legs, one final declaration of sin for God to see.
Lilly ceased her glorious battle, her hands falling to her side limp. She was panting as her body caught up with her vigorous act. Bea gave her a moment to catch her breath, recover from the exertion. Once she had, Bea broke the silence. “There sure are a lot of unobservant people today.” Lilly slipped out of her chair in shock, falling into her wet puddle on the floor. “Jesus Christ Bea, you nearly made me bust my head open! How long have you been there?” Her eyes went wide as she saw the extent of her mess, her cum everywhere the eye could see.
Bea responded as Lilly slowly got up off the floor. “Only about 20 minutes. How long were you going?” Lilly sat back down in her wet chair, looking up to the clock on the wall. “Jesus forgive me, has it really been 3 and a half hours?” She looked down, ashamed of herself. Bea used to find it comical how Lilly would always be ashamed of herself and ask Jesus for forgiveness every time she did something like this. But now Bea had just come to accept that’s just how Lilly was. But no matter how much Catholic guilt she felt after the fact, it would never stop her from the next time her lust built and made her into a raging whore. And honestly, Bea found that kind of hot.
As Lilly finished her silent prayers for forgiveness, Lilly interjected “Damn girl, this whole store smells like your cooch. How have you not lost your job?” Lilly was still catching her breath, but she had an answer ready.
“There’s….sanitizer and air fresheners… in the closet. Strongest ones…..I could find.” She brushed a sweat drenched lock of hair from her face. “Still…” she continued after a moment. “I’ve never done it here for that long….or that intensely…” she said that last part with a blush, and a small but perceivable self-satisfied smile. Fuck she was proud of what she just did. Despite the religious fervor she holds, the guilt of her self perceived sins, the girl was proud of what she had just accomplished. That brought a smile to Bea’s face. Atta girl. Bea spoke up. “Wanna get some pizza on the way home?”
“Fuck…yes.”
“So you just started stripping until he noticed you? You’re fucking crazy girl!” Lilly said with laughter in her voice between bites of pizza. The two of them were relaxing in the living room of their apartment. Bea had changed into pjs to get comfy, but Lilly was too sensitive between her legs from earlier, so she wore nothing below her waist. The downside was it made the entire apartment smell like Lilly’s pussy, but Bea didn't seem to mind. A box of pizza from Bartolommeo’s pizza sat on the coffee table in front of them, half pepperoni for Lilly, half mushroom and bacon for Bea. Bartolommeo’s was both of their favorite pizza place. It didn’t hurt that they got a special discount sometimes since the owner’s son was sweet on Bea. She gave the guy an occasional blowjob to keep the sweetness from growing stale. Lilly isn’t the type of girl to suck dick for pizza, but she’d be lying if she said that she wasn’t glad that Bea was. And it’s not like the girl didn't enjoy it. Bea isn’t the type of girl to do anything with anyone unless she enjoys it.
Bea put up her hands as if to declare herself the guilty party. “What can I say? It got his attention, didn’t it?”
“Yeah but to let some complete stranger not only fuck you, but CUM inside you…” Lilly felt her face get hot as she thought of it, imagining the sensation. She’d made the decision to wait until marriage before she lets someone fuck her pussy, but that didn’t stop her from imaging what it must feel like.
“Yeah, and I’d do it again in a heartbeat. It was soooo good.” Bea said as she put her feet up on the coffee table. Bea knew that was a pet peeve of hers, so thankfully it only took a sharp glance from her before Bea rolled her eyes and put her feet down. Thankfully, they would not have this argument again tonight.
“Soooo? What did his cock feel like?” Lilly asked inquisitively, picturing it in her head.
Bea answered her question, unable to conceal the excitement from her voice. “Ok, so he was a bit smaller than average, but nothing to scoff at. Plenty big enough to have fun with. He was uncut. Great shape. Oh! And he had veins up and down his cock that tickled your insides like you wouldn’t believe! Oh my god!” Bea put her head back, looking up to the ceiling with a look of fond remembrance. Bea’s de***********ion made Lilly’s mouth water. In general she preferred women to men (despite knowing she’d marry a man someday), but for God’s sake she wasn’t made of stone. Cock was wonderful, and although she’d keep this a secret even from the confessional booth, she’d wish she was in Bea’s place.
“Anything else you can tell me?” she asked, hungry for more information.
She put her finger to her mouth, the way someone trying to remember a detail would. “I guess one weird thing was how cold he was.”
“Cold?”
“Yeah, his body was fucking cold, despite it being like 80 degrees. Even his cock. The longer everything went on, the less I noticed though. Shit, with how good he was fucking me his dick could have been a popsicle and I’d have been none the wiser.”
Lilly looked at her funnily, “That’s kind of weird.”
“Yeah I guess it is. I will say this, it made when he came in me so much more intense! Like it was a burning hot sensation in my womb. It was fucking wonderful.”
Lilly instinctively reached for her pussy, the arousal beginning to build from this conversation. But as her finger actually brushed her clit, she flinched away. She forgot how sensitive she still was down there. “Fuck!”
Bea noticed what happened, and giggled. “You can’t go one minute without masturbating can you, you fucking whore?”
“Fuck you slut!” Lilly returned in kind.
“Maybe you should.” They locked eyes and silence dominated the room. A challenge was issued. Lilly’s eyes fell down onto Bea’s body and knew she'd accept it.
“I’ll be back, be ready for me or else.”, Lilly growled.
“Yes mommy.” Bea responded sweetly. Fuck. That was all it took, and Bea knew it. She knew just what button to push. Both girls rushed off to their rooms, to grab what they needed. Once Lilly was ready, she stepped back out into the living room. Lilly was wearing Bea’s favorite lingerie set, black lace and straps that covered her tummy and breasts, but was see through enough to barely make out the important details. She had long stockings that went up her legs. She had no shoes on, because she knew how much her feet drove Bea wild. The main accessory to the attire was an erect 7 inch strapon with Bea’s name on it.
“You look beautiful mommy!” Bea said from the center of the room. She was ready and waiting on her knees like a good girl. She was fully naked like she was supposed to, save for two very important exceptions. The collar around her neck, and the arm restraints keeping her arms behind her back. Lilly had no idea how Bea got so good at putting them on by herself without assistance, but it was impressive nonetheless.
“There’s my good girl. We’re you waiting patiently for mommy?” Lilly wasn’t blind to how she was acting. She’d known it for a while. When she took charge, a new persona emerged. A confident one. A sexy one. She had no idea where it came from, but she let the Queen reign. As she looked into Bea’s dark brown eyes, she knew that she didn’t look a fool. That this woman saw her as her goddess.
“I’ve been waiting so patiently for you mommy. My pussy is all yours. It’s clean, shaved, and wet. Just how you like it mommy.” Lilly approached her and lifted her foot up to Bea’s crotch, parting her folds with her big toe. Bea shuttered as she felt Lilly’s toe graze her clit.
“Looking at you has made mommy’s cock so hard.” Lilly stroked her ‘cock’ as if to demonstrate. “Be a good little slut and suck it.” Bea eagerly scooted forward on her knees before rubbing her face all over Lilly’s cock. She inhaled it like it was her first breath of free air after a life of imprisonment.
“Thank you mommy.” She whispered reverently, “I’ll make you feel so good, I promise.” And with that, she took Lilly’s cock into her mouth. It was a piece of silicone, a complete fabrication in their minds. Yet in that moment, you couldn’t tell either woman that. You could call it delusion. Call it a fabrication. But both would be inaccurate. In reality, the power of their passion and lust for each other made their fantasy a reality. As Bea licked the tip of Lilly’s silicone cock, every instinct in Lilly’s body told her it was real, and she felt genuine pleasure wash over her. Bea’s tongue ran from her base all the way up her length. It sent a shiver down Lilly’s spine. “That’s it baby. Your tongue feels so good. But I’m not satisfied with just your tongue.”
Lilly pushed her cock into Bea’s mouth forcibly, triggering Bea’s gag reflex. It felt wonderful to have her throat close around her cock. The feeling of dominating this woman was all consuming. She looked down into her slut’s eyes to see tears welling in them as she choked on her cock. But behind the tears, Lilly saw the gleam in Bea’s eyes. Bea craved this. And she wanted more. Lilly smiled down at her pet, waiting for the nod of confirmation to continue. When it came, Lilly didn’t hesitate.
“Choke on this fucking cock baby! Do your fucking job!” Lilly began thrusting into Bea’s throat, feeling it stretch to compensate her girth. A thick lair of saliva coated her cock before long, the girl's face covered in it. She sloppily accommodated the cock again and again. “That’s it baby.” The tears welled, the gaging persisted, but one look into Bea’s eyes and you knew she was exactly where she wanted to be.
After punishing throat further, Lilly finally pulled her cock from the girl’s mouth and plopped it on her face, a mess of saliva coating both the dildo and her face. At that moment Lilly thought it looked more like cum than spit. “You suck cock so good, my little slut.” She hit her cock on her face a couple times affectionately.
Bea’s voice was hoarse, but reverent. “Thank you mommy. That was wonderful. I love sucking your perfect cock.”
Lilly put her hand on the girl's head and ran her fingers through her dark black hair. “I know you do, baby. You did well. But now I need more. Plant your fucking face in the ground, raise that cute little ass of yours, and beg for my cock.”
Bea let out a little cheeky smile for only a moment, knowing that she was about to get exactly what she wanted. Her hands were still tied behind her back, so Bea did what she was told and planted her face into the ground, arched her back, and presented her cute ass to Lilly. Bea spread her legs slightly, revealing her glistening pussy that had left her entire crotch area wet. She shakes her ass back and forth to entice Lilly, and it was working. “Please mommy. Please! I need that fucking cock. I’m just a brain dead whore. I’ll die if I don’t have it. I need it in me! Please Mommy!” Her begging was perfect. Pathetic in the most adorable way. Lilly’s hands grabbed the girl’s shapely ass, something Lilly was sure god designed to perfectly fit her hand. She silenced the fucking begging by pushing the tip of her cock into the woman’s soaking wet hole. “Fuck!” Lilly said as she could intrinsically feel the tight walls around her member.
“YEEESSSSSS!!!” Bea moaned. Bea’s pussy greedily accommodated Lilly’s length, and in just a moment the entire cock was gone, consumed by Bea’s sex. “Fuck me mommy. Please. Fuck me like I’m a worthless slut.”
Lilly didn’t build up to it. She didn’t start slow. Neither of them wanted that. She thrusted fast and hard into the girls wet cunt, in and out with such force that the sound of their skin hitting was surely heard by every person on the floor. The two of them never got noise complaints funnily enough.
“Fuck yes! Your dick is so good! Fuck! Just like that. Oh my fucking god yes!!!!”
“You’re so fucking tight baby.”
“All for you! My pussy is all for you!”
“Fuck!”
Lilly lifted Bea off the ground. It wasn’t hard, the girl was less than a hundred pounds. She handled her like she was a rag doll, tossing her over to the couch before bending her over the side of it. Lilly once again thrusted into her from behind. Bea’s gorgeous moans continued, the wet slapping sounds of their sex was their drumbeat.
“Keep going mommy!!! I’m about to cum!!!”
“Cum for me baby! Cum on mommy’s cock.”
She kept thrusting, kept the rhythm at that same sweet pace. Bea wasn’t a liar. Less than a minute later, she was convulsing, shaking from her overwhelming pleasure.
She rode the waves of her pleasure, moaning uncontrollably for another minute or so. She looked back at her, a beautiful smile lighting up her face.
“Thank you mommy.”
“We’re not done yet.”
Lilly pulled her to the couch itself. She sat down and brought Bea to her lap. Bea didn’t even have to be told to sit on her cock, she just did as she was supposed to do. It slipped in with no resistance, the amount of her juice was staggering. Bea was instantly mesmerized by the sight of Lilly’s tits, her hands going straight to them. She kneaded her breasts, trailed her fingers over her nipples. The feeling was electric.
“You just love mommy’s tits don’t you?”
“Yes…” she said it like she was hypnotized.
“Then suck them baby. Suck them like a good girl.”
Bea’s mouth flew to her nipples, clamping on like a leech. She immediately began sucking, which made a loud moan escape from Lilly’s mouth.
“Jesus!”
Lilly’s hands found Bea’s hips, and started guiding them, bringing Bea to ride her. They shared in this euphoric feeling. Bea rode Lilly’s cock like a madwoman, bouncing up and down with her insatiable lust for pleasure. Meanwhile, her mouth never left Lilly’s hard and sensitive nipples, except to move from one nipple to the other. The sound of Bea’s muffled moans were second only to Lilly’s cries.
“Such a good girl! Such a good girl! Ride that fucking cock!!!”
Bea bounced on it hard, over and over again, the sound of wet slapping skin and the smell of arousal consumed them. They felt their pleasure build. Even Lilly, who hadn’t had her sensitive pussy touched once the entire time felt herself reaching a climax.
“Mommy, I’m about to cum again!” Bea announced
“Not yet! I’m almost there.” Lilly commanded
“Please mommy! It feels too good. Please!”
“Don’t you fucking dare!”
“PLEASE CUM!! I’M BEGGING YOU, PLEASE CUM!!!”
“LORD JESUS! I’M FUCKING CUMMING!!!! KISS ME YOU PAGAN SLUT!!!” As the two women succumbed to their climax, they locked lips, passion erupting from between their legs. They shook, they trembled. Amidst it all, they kissed. Their tongues gently probe each other's mouths, bringing them together as if they were one. They eventually unlocked their lips, and gazed into each other's eyes.
“Lilly…”
“Bea….”
“You squirted all over the fucking couch again.”
Lilly looked down to see that she did indeed cum everywhere, the couch soaked.
“Shit….im sorry” she said sheepishly.
“This is why we can’t have guests over.” Bea said with a chuckle.
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