Chapter 2 - Cunt Licker
Karen firmly believed in fucking her way to the top. She strapped on the
dildo and began to grease it up. The President's wife simpered shyly up at her
from the bed.
"Karen, you're so masterful!"
Karen smirked. Opening the fuckhole of the wife of the President of her
company seemed like a shrewd move. Jason Masters was off on a trip. His wife was
lonely and a notorious fairy femme. Slim, big breasts, with long, flowing, dark
red hair, in many ways the archetypal trophy wife, Annabel liked strong women.
Karen had a knowing, smirky bitch sort of face that was honey to the fluff
dykes. Jason's wife was a dedicated fitness freak and picked up all her feminine
companions at a women-only health club that Karen had been careful to join.
Karen was brusque.
"Spread 'em, Annabel."
Annabel grinned lewdly and parted her thighs. She groaned as Karen eased
in her monster member and began pumping her hips. The strap-on dildo snaked in
and out of Annabel's wet hole. She rudely stuck her tongue in Karen's ear. Karen
sniggered and they delicately touched the tips of their tongues together,
daintily rubbing the edges against each other, slowly working into deep french
kisses.
They were roughly the same height and their erect nipples brushed as
Karen pumped, using the steady, long, deeply probing thrusts that Annabel loved.
A dedicated climber, Karen made sure that Annabel was thoroughly
pleasured. When they had finished making the beast with two backs for the first
time, she got out a bottle of baby oil and began squirting the warm liquid onto
Annabel's well-muscled, athletic legs. She started a full-body massage, starting
at Annabel's shapely feet and working upwards. She skilfully kneaded Annabels'
heart-shaped calves, loosening up any knots Annabel might have from her hard
workouts.
Annabel groaned as Karen's knowing fingers worked her naked thighs and
buttocks and then delved between her parted legs for a well-lubricated finger
job. She parted Annabel's wet, engorged labia and massaged Annabel's stiff clit
and aching g-spot. Annabel gasped and moaned prettily in multi-orgasmic bliss.
When Annabel was sated for the time being, Karen moved on to a mind
melting back massage, her thumbs digging in and loosening up the muscles along
either side of Annabel's spine, moving in small circles and slowly working
upwards. Then came a series of long, strong strokes using the flat of her hand,
smoothing outwards from the spine to the either side.
A neck massage followed, squeezing and smoothing the muscles just under
the skull and along either side of the vertebrae. She rubbed Annabel's shoulder
muscles briskly. Karen smirked.
"Roll over, Annabel. Let's get that pretty face in action."
Annabel rolled over, grinning lewdly. Karen oiled Annabel's big boobs,
teasing her nipples erect. Annabel was pure trophy wife. She had it all. Karen's
face was one big dirty snigger as she straddled Annabel's head, facing her
belly. She lent forward to lick Annabel's crotch while she snuggled her wet cunt
into Annabel's sweating, licking, sucking face. Karen came shamelessly and
repeatedly in Annabel's face, smothering her in cunt-juice.
When they were done, Karen snuggled up to her, smirking smugly.
"It really takes a woman to know what to do. Men just don't measure up!"
Annabel sighed.
"That's so very true, but the money's very nice. Anyway, executives work
very long hours and are usually too pooped to pop when they do get home."
Karen laughed.
"No matter how high up the corporate ladder I go, I'll never be too
pooped to pop you!"
She picked up the dildo coyly.
"Feeling greedy, girlfriend?"
Annabel's eyes gleamed.
"Absolutely! Show me a man who can make me cum a zillion times in a
night!"
Karen was smug as she strapped the dildo on once more.
"He doesn't exist, Annabel. Just remember me when your husband asks
about who to promote."
The sweating, cumming lesbians worked hard once more to make the spare
bedroom smell like cat-piss.
