Posted by red on April 8th, 2008 in Feeldoe and Share, Girl Sex, Lust

Adrienne had been making her intentions clear all weekend.

I had first met her in that early morning workshop (“Cumming with your strap-on cock”) – me feverishly yanking away at my blue silicone feeldoe, her lazily jerking off her purple jelly dong as she watched the women in the room. She had this presence about her – I couldn’t help but stare as her hand slowly slipped over the head of her cock. When I glanced up, her eyes were fixed on mine, and her stern face bloomed with a cautious smile. I blushed and looked away – but later, when I get the courage back up I looked over again. She was still looking – leering almost – breathing heavily while jerking off. We shared a smile.

Adrienne did what women rarely do to me. She flirted with skill and grace beyond my abilities. Don’t get me wrong, I knew what was happening – but she just bowled me over and I just let myself get dragged along in her wake. It felt good to get run over like that buy another woman – it’s a rarity. With women, I usually lead the way. I push with my flirtations; I take the lead and I take.

But not with Adrienne – no way. Adrienne took me for a ride.

Later that afternoon I was selling raffle tickets to early birds in the dungeon. It was a slow job, and I found myself bored and wishing there was something to do when Adrienne entered. She was dressed as a cop; her amazingly long blonde hair pulled neatly into a pony tail beneath her cap. Her hands were sheathed in black leather gloves; they rested on her nightstick and on her hip. She asked if I wanted to come chill out and eat chocolate with her. Of course I did – I was being drawn along by her seduction – already deeply ensconced in the game we were playing.

I sat with her on a couch and watched a scene, her legs resting across my lap, her mouth occasionally meeting mine whenever she beckoned for me to come share the chocolate bar she was slowly eating. I remember feeling rather awkward – I am not used to being strung along so blatantly. Not by women anyways. I flirted, clumsily, and she smiled at me, knowingly. Her lips smeared meted chocolate onto mine, and she let her eyes linger as they caught mine.

Her look said it all. Later, when the chocolate is finished, I will consume you.

I lost track of her that night, as one is wont to do in a dungeon literally dripping with Sapphic sexuality. It wasn’t until the next morning that I found her again. I was chatting outside a seminar, waiting for the room to clear when and arm snaked around my waist. I looked and my eyes were immediately caught by Adrienne’s steely gaze.

Come to my room with me…there are things I need to do to you…

In her room, we chat as she clears one of the beds. Paddles and dildos get thrown across the room. She hops around, this way and that, setting up the bed for fucking. Gloves and condoms get laid out along with a bottle of lube. She places her harness on the bed and smiles at me. My eyes shift to her cock, sitting there on the bed expectantly pointed towards the ceiling. I can’t tear my eyes off of it – I imagine it throbbing, bobbing with excitement. She watches me staring at it, breathing slowly as she does. I see her watching me, but damnit, I don’t want to break this spell just yet. I’m watching her watching me watching her cock…

She kisses me hard, but her lips are so tender and yielding. She’s stripped down now – just in a white tank top, suspenders and green army pants. There’s something amazingly arousing about the way her suspenders levitate impossibly across her breasts, grazing the crest of their swell and hugging the curves of her shoulders. I take back a lot of control as we kiss – my frenzy meeting hers, my hands flying erratically wherever they please. She’s thrown off guard by my assertiveness, which I unleash as I pounce upon her. She tries to get her footing back, pushing back against my insistent lips with force. I hold my ground, kiss back hard…and then I let go, falling backwards and melting into the primitivism of it all.

Her mouth breaks from mine and moves down my collarbone, slipping across my neck, sucking tentatively, nibbling cautiously. She keeps picking just the right spot, and I just keep moaning as I push against her. Her bites get more aggressive, her sucks more insistent. My back is arching and I’m moaning like a whore, and she just keeps biting. My moans mix with my cries and my skin flushes so many shades of red. Biting and biting. Again and again and again.

She tells me to lean back as she pushes me back against the headboard. Before me she collects up the harness and her cock, slowly and purposefully slipping it into place and tightening the straps. Grabbing a condom, she rolls it over her cock as her eyes search mine. She fixes her hair – it has fallen loose in our frenzy. She sculpts it into a tight pony tail and it falls down her back, loosely grazing her ass. In that moment, naked but for her cock, she suddenly looks so feminine my breath catches in my throat. Her powdery skin begs to be touched, her curves catching shadows and casting mystique. Her cock – how did I just notice it is pink?!?! – throbs as she watches me. Her feminity is slapping me in the face, straining on its lead, desperate to take me and leave no prisoners. It’s a moment I barely want to end, it’s a moment I want to remember, and I fight to sear it into my mind as best I can as I open myself to her.

She takes me surprisingly hard, driving her cock deeply into me again and again. My head knocks back against the headboard; the bed slams against wall, announcing our tryst to anyone in the adjacent room. I’ve stopped caring about my noise level – we’re too far down the rabbit hole to be subtle any more. I wail as she churns her cock in my pussy. She knows good tricks – my body is responding effortlessly and my pussy is already pulsing around her. I arch my back and bring my mouth to her jawline, running my lips along it as I manage to murmur.

“You’re making me cum. Hard.”

She just grins at me, grabbing my hips and flipping over. “Ride me!” She commands

So I ride her. Her cock wobbles around somewhat in the harness, so I clench it with my pussy and try to maneuver it do that the base rests more squarely above her clit. I wobble my hips, rhythmically, letting her cock whip around inside of me as the base grinds into her pubic mound. I’m cumming hard now, my contractions are strong enough to squash her cock out of me, jellee yielding as it does in the wake of my cunt clenching orgasm. I fall back, surprised, and I spring back into place, envaginating her now limp cock with my sex. I let myself settle over top of her, surprising her as I meet her lips with mine.

I catch her eye and glance over at the gloves on the nightstand. I am shy, suddenly, and I just hope that she gets what I mean. She nods as she loosens her harness, exposing her pussy from beneath her cock. Her lips are swollen and reddened, blushing a lovely shade of peach as they quiver with anticipation. My fingers find their target easily and quickly, her body reacting beneath my beckoning fingers. A few scant minutes later, those same beckoning fingers drew liquid from her as her back tenses and her skin goose bumps.

We hang out for a while, naked and chatting. We swap stories and let each other have a small look into the others life. After a while, she asks if I want a shower. I think it sounds like a good idea, and next thing I know we’re pressing our naked bodies together beneath the weak hotel shower stream.

She washes me, which is amazingly tender, her fingers trailing all over my body, slipping anywhere and everywhere as she slowly massages the soap into my skin. Her fingers graze so softly against my pussy and I spread before her. She grins, showing me her teeth as she growls as buries her face into the wet crease of my neck. Her hand forces its way into my pussy, her thumb pushed roughly up against my gpost, slamming my body wetly against the shower wall. She’s ruthless and I feel so consumed, my knees buckling into her aggressively invasive hand and I melt, quivering, overtop of her

She kisses me as she shoos me out her door. In the elevator, I bring my arms to my nose and inhale deeply as I take in her scent, the same one she spread all over me in the shower. If I close my eyes and inhale, I can still taste her chocolate on my lips. Beneath my shirt, countless bite marks throb across my chest.

Adrienne consumed me.