Big City Quest Pt. 04

Literotic asexstories – Big City Quest Pt. 04 by lickitysplitplus,lickitysplitplus
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Once again, I slept like a baby; it must have something to do with the sensational sex I’m getting. I’m snuggled in the warm covers; I realize my legs are wrapped around a pillow, and I’m rather aroused. I recall my dubious deeds since meeting Rachel, wild, unbelievable sexual encounters. The relaxing massage that turned into a wonderful finger fuck, the delightful under the table oral from the waitress. My fingers rove my aroused body; thoughts focusing on last night’s orgy escapade, I tweak my hard nipples. I can almost feel Bear’s powerful touch.

I grab my laptop from the nightstand, find a porn site.

Kicking off the covers, my legs yawn; my left hand remains teasing my erect nips, right fingers slide through my pussy trough, spreading the lips, bringing my aromatic vaginal secretions to the little man in the canoe.

My eyes close, I imagine my finger is Rachel’s tongue, teasing, delicately circling my clitoris. Flicking the tiny nub. I attempt to pinch it, it’s too slick, my fingers slip off, but the sensation is thrilling, like a pair of lips sucking it. Recalling the anal assault, the DP, I move pussy juice to my anus, I’m moaning, the exciting sensations stirring as my fingertip grazes the wrinkled skin.

I leave my protruding, nipples and as my left fingers arrive at my labia lips, my right leg bends, I roll to the left, my hand goes under my bum and the forefinger inserts past my sphincter. Oh, how that sensitive orifice makes me shiver. I’m unsure, if it’s the clitoral stimulation, the recollection of all the carnal activity or the intense provocative poking in my butt causing this wonderful climax. I bask in the glorious afterglow, unwilling to remove my embedded digits, pondering a do over.

I open my eyes to browse the porn and see Rachel standing in the doorway, a huge smile is all she’s wearing; I assume she must sleep in her birthday suit.

“Guess we should get you some toys for the morning after.” She seductively saunters to me, lays beside me. We embrace, an intimate tongue swirling kiss; oh, my gawd she’s such a great kisser.

{‘I hope this is our inaugural lesbian tryst; I’ve been craving this.’}

This will be much more enjoyable than masturbating, finally she’s going to do me, and I her. She breaks off the kiss.

“Coffee and Bagel or brunch before a museum tour.”

“Yup, brunch, then the museum?” I respond,

“Brunch in bed, right?” I pull her in for another wonderful kiss.

Easy there, young lass.” She holds my hand that was on her breast.

“You had your morning delight.”

“Rachel, I really want to stay in bed with you, I desire you; I fear there’s something amiss between us.”

“No Bridgette, I prefer quality, and a lot of foreplay, not just physical, but mental stimulation. You’re special, I want our relationship to be special; there’s nothing amiss.” She gives me a reassuring cuddle, a tender kiss.

“I’m waiting for the correct moment to start our sexual relationship. It deserves to be spectacular, not just a sexual romp.”

We spend several minutes hugging, kissing before getting dressed.

After I dress, ready to leave; I tap on Rachel’s doorframe she’s partially dressed.

“I’m gonna run down to Bear’s, I left my phone in the suitcoat.”

“Ok, he’ll want to fuck you again. Be diligent, be strong, assure him how great he was, and you look forward to next time. Tell him we have plans and I’m waiting.”

“Will do.”

She was right, Bear answered the door in sweats, no shirt, grabbed me, lifted me up.

“Arrrghh, a delicious morning treat.”

“No Bear, I’m in a rush Rachel’s waiting, my phones in your coat I wore.” I kiss him, his furry face is wet with a flavor of pussy I recognize.

“Mmm hmm, I like what you did to me.”

“Here yah go.” Molly’s holding it to me, her eyes looks like she hasn’t slept, naked, hair mussed up. I peek past them and see Bernie and Gloria on the sofa; yah, drugs and sex, they likely haven’t slept.

“Would you please text me everyone’s numbers, I won’t be able to wait until next month.” I rub his semi hard cock through his sweats. Giggle, turn, flip my dress to flash my naked bum and skip away like a little girl.

During brunch, we’re chatting about the party and the participants.

“I hosted a party, Bear and Molly had recently moved in, so they were invited, unaware of their drug habit. Someone was expecting a friend and unknown to me, left my door open, a neighbor complained. Cops arrived, with the door being open they walked right in; drugs, naked people, lewd behavior, yada, yada, I was arrested. She screws up her face. In a disgruntled way.

“Now I have a record; I’m on probation for 9 more months.”

I give her the best supportive smile I can, then hoping to change to a more positive note.

“I’m smitten by Sarah, she’s my epitome of sexual perfection, so cute and sexy, she exudes fun.” I add.

“She really turns me on.” I fan myself with my hand.

“She’s a nurse, very caring, not into drugs, so they’re permitted in my apt.” Rachel nods her head, approving.

“She’s one of my favorites too, and Darcy has tremendous stamina. We have great threesomes.”

Lunch finished; we are in the limo headed to the Museum.

“I don’t think I need confirmation, but are you still horny?” She gave me a knowing smile.

“Oh, Rachel, my libido has switched into hyperdrive, even that orgy, although gratifying, physically wiping me out, didn’t quench my desire. It’s like drinking salt water to quench a thirst. I may never be satisfied.”

We exchange an amorous gaze.

“Ever use Ben Wa balls?” Rachel asks, picking up a blue box.

“No” I respond, blushing.

She opens a blue, suede covered, flip top box; the type an engagement ring would be in, only larger, the size to hold a watch. She has me hold out my hand, she drops the two shiny spheres into my palm.

“Wiggle your fingers move them around feel what they do.” I feel the unusual vibrations they create when rolling them in my hand. I understand the concept and smile.

She takes them back; as she moves to her knees in front of me; rather abruptly, forcibly, she parts my knees with her elbows, opens my labia with her left fingers, and stuffs the balls into my vagina, almost rudely. I’m taken aback at her unusual lack of intimacy; but quite aroused.

We share a thin marijuana cigarette; she calls a pinner.

We are leisurely wandering through the museum, arm in arm, enjoying the art, the balls jiggling inside me having a profound effect. I often need to stop, cross my legs, clenching my thighs together, as the stimulation is so intense. I’m walking around in a fevered state of hyper sensuality. Rachel is being overly sexually mischievous, she slaps my ass, as we pass a senior couple. She walks right tight behind me, her thighs against mine, holding my waist, she thrusts her hips against my bum, like she’s wearing a strap on doing me from behind, her hands then rise up, squeezing my boobs.

Once, while staring at a large modern art mural, joking about what it might be, she seductively French kisses me with several people watching, even jiggles my bum cheeks. Her bold, uninhibited actions are exciting.

While touring a wing with an exhibit of erotic sculptures and paintings. Rachel is being exceptionally naughty, fondling, kissing, sexually touching both the sculptures and me. I am so horny, the combination of everything, the pornographic artwork, the vibrating balls, her daring, provocative behavior, and severe sexual teasing.

As we near a restroom; I make an aggressive response to one of Rachel’s sexual advances; I kiss her neck, my hand goes under her skirt. She pulls away.

“No, I’ve absolutely no interest in a quickie in a bathroom, I told you that’s a waste of time.”

“Rachel, you’ve built me to a frenzied state, teasing me incessantly; I’m ready to explode.”

“Precisely, it’s called foreplay.” She steps back, glaring at me intently.

“Ok, go ahead, take a stall, finger yourself, get yourself off, I’ll wait in the car.” Rachel turns and hastens away.

{‘Wow, what just happened; damn why is Rachel so offended.’}

I rush to catch up to her; befuddled; I settle into the back seat of the limo. She’s in her usual position but avoiding looking my way.

“I’m sorry Rachel, I was so worked up, I responded to your provocative advances.”

“I’m never interested in a quick spontaneous fuck; I’ve got a month’s worth of fuck buddies on speed dial for that.” Rachel glares at me.

“I planned this; the jiggle balls the erotic art exhibit; I thought today would be that special day to start our relationship.” She fires up a pinner and turns sideways on her seat.

“I thought you were ready to explore a deeper more meaningful relationship. I guess not.”

{‘Damn, I’ve been spurned. This seems serious.’}

“Rachel, I know you don’t like quickies, this seemed different I became ravenous, uncontrolled I wasn’t thinking rationally, I’m sorry, how was I to know?”

My attempt to apologize, is futile. She refuses to respond.

I remove the toy balls from my soaked pussy and toss them on the seat beside her.

“Thanks, I truly did enjoy them.” In a very sincere voice.

Rachel ignores me, giving me the cold shoulder, angry body language.

I sit for a few moments, pondering what to do, it’s obvious Rachel needs some time. I need to release this sexual tension she built; I sure could use some toys as she suggested; a huge double header would be perfect right now.

I take out my phone and check my texts. YES, Molly sent me a list of numbers.

I think of one person I want to call, it’s a bold longshot but why not.

I text Sarah: Help me, I can’t stop thinkin’ of you; ‘EXTREMELY’ Horny, so very horny, I NEED HELP…!

I reach over to Rachel’s seat take a pinner, as she didn’t offer to share hers. I fire it up, take a long drag, lean back in my seat.

Response text from Sarah: LOL, emergency trauma team will prepare and be waiting for emergency operation, what’s your eta?’

Text to Sarah: 20 minutes.

I smile, toke, imagine my evening with that delectable redhead, and Rachel bragged about Darcy as a threesome; Geezus I’m about to burst again.

Rachel taps on her phone, extinguishes her roach.

“Sarah, it’s Rachel.” She, glares at me, intentionally putting it on speaker, likely expecting to spite me. Knowing I shared my fierce sexual interest in Sarah earlier.

“I’d like to cum over tonight.” She emphasized ‘Sarah’ and ‘Cum’ while peering at me, a sneering evil grin.

{‘Why is she being so spiteful, vengeful? I only responded to her advances’}

“Great, see you around 7:30.” She smiles broadly at me thinking she just hurt me; I turn away.

I was lost in thought, thinking of Sarah and Darcy and I in various sexual positions, when the limo stops. I butt out the roach, as I get out of the car Rachel is already in the building.

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I let Rachel go up the elevator alone, I wait for the elevator to return, and go to Sarah’s floor.

Sarah opens the door, they were definitely prepared, not sure if it could be called waiting. Darcy is laying on the floor a few feet inside the door, his rod’s erect, standing upright like an obelisk on the horizon, glistening with moisture; he wags his stiff shaft.

“Hurry Bridgette, ride it, stat.” Sarah hurriedly lifts my dress over my head; assisting me to impale myself by holding my hands as I squat over Darcy. Darcy’s knob touches my slit, I shudder and immediately start an orgasm. I lower, as his glans enter, I groan, continuing an orgasm.

“Ohhh my Gaaawd yesss, I luuuuuv thaaaaat.” I push against his pelvis, his wonderful wand fully inside, I’m having a multiple orgasm, my vaginal muscles tighten, pulsate as my climax intensifies.

Sarah moves behind me, her hands on my waist, pulling me back to rest against her, she open mouth kisses me, while pushing my hips back and forth; forcing Darcy’s cock to fully contact my g spot. I emit another batch of moans and shiver as waves of continuous sensations tingle through my body, a marvelous multiple.

“Whew, that was close, you really did have an emergency.” Rachel pushes me down against Darcy’s chest and parts my buns with her fingers, her tongue rimming my arse. As soon as her tongue touches my anus, I peak again. My legs quiver and I groan.

{Damn, my rectum is as sensitive as my clit and G spot.’}

“Geezus, Sarah, yoouuu arrrrre both, so guuuuud” She has inserted a second finger and is twisting them in my butt. They keep me cumming for several minutes.

“Ok, Bridgette, emergency diverted, time for much needed rehab therapy treatment. Get up. turn around, put that hard cock up your ass, while I munch on your delectable pussy.”

I have a couple more, sensational, strong orgasms, the latest when Sarah’s nibbling my clit her fingers stabbing my g spot and Darcy ejaculates deep in my anal cavity.

As we lay cuddling. Me sandwiched between them.

“Wow girl, glad we could help, you were in dire need.” She lays tenderly fondling my nipples.

“So, what got you in such a frenzied state?” Darcy asks.

I smile pointing to Sarah’s crotch.

“Well, I went to sleep touching myself, thinking of that crimson valentine. I awoke rubbing myself, still fantasizing about Sarah’s sexy, ginger heart, and that sweet nectar from her luscious labia.” I smile and wink.

“And the exhilarating discovery of anal last night.”

“Thinking of last night, I got myself off this morning, hoping I’d have a lazy play day with Rachel.” I twisted to get a bit comfier, one hand on Darcy’s dick, other on Sarah’s slick slit.

“We went for brunch; in the limo she inserted Ben Wa balls into me. We went to the museum, Rachel was promiscuous; uninhibited, played with me in front of strangers. The museum has an erotica exhibit, mostly genitilia. Rachel tried to arouse a sculptured penis, she sucked the busts, and licked a ceramic labium.”

“Her ability for foreplay is astounding. She fondled me often; with the balls and her lewd behavior, her soft whispers, I was struggling not to erupt. I was on fire, she had my heart palpitating, my pussy twitching, I was in a sexual frenzy.” I looked each of them.

“I responded to one of her advances, I touched her twat, tried taking her in the restroom. She instantly became irritated, berated me, and stomped away to the limo. Scared she would leave me at the museum; I ran after her. She scolded me in the limo, ignored my apology.”

Sarah hugged me, somehow knowing I needed that.

“I needed relief, instead of fingering myself, while thinking of you; I texted you for help, hoping you would accept.” I gave her a short intimate kiss.

“Ya, Rachel has to be in control; her way, she has a short fuse, demands perfection, everyone knows that. Don’t despair, we’ve seen it before, tomorrow she’ll most likely be normal again; if not just be nice, she’ll come around in a day or two.”

We’re sitting on the sofa enjoying wine; they ordered a pizza. Sarah lights a fatty.

“It’s known as Smokin, Sexy Sunday, in our apartment; we order in, get high, and sex play until we fall asleep.” Passing me the joint, we munch on the pizza. The joint finished, and everyone stuffed with pizza.

“Bridgette, Rachel revealed you’re new to most sexual ventures.” She comfortably rests her fingers on my knee.

“Tonight, Darcy intended to administer some mild bondage and discipline.” She stood placing her crotch mere inches from my face, her hands on her hips.

“You want this?” She arches her back rolls her hips, thrusts towards me, parting her darker labia, I can smell the aroma, her pink insides glistening, just out of reach of my tongue.

I reach out, grab her buns, and pull her to me, as her wet pussy touches my lips.

“NO, not yet” she slaps my hands, and pulls back.

“You requested our help.” She grasps my hair, tips my head to look up at her, steps back.

“Let us show you some intense pleasure. Darcy, get the bag.” She tugs my hair.

“Stand Bridgette.” Her voice more direct, Darcy returns with a large cloth athletic bag. Sarah reaches in, places a satin blindfold over my eyes, adjusts the Velcro so it’s snug and I can’t see.

Her lips were soft, wet and warm on my neck, tenderly her fingers caress my boobs, tease, tweak, roll my nipples. She nibbles and sucks my earlobe; her fingers titillate my abdomen and roam down to my vulva.

{‘My gawd, she has me ready to go again.’}

“Ouch,” I wince as she pulls my pussy lip.

“Really, did that hurt, or just shock you?”

“Uh, ya it surprised me, it didn’t really hurt.” She yanks them again, bordering hurt, it was quite stimulating, uncomfortable, but arousing.

“How about this?” SMACK, she strikes my ass with her open hand. Then rubs it gently. SMACK, SMACK.

“Exhilarating, isn’t it?” Sarah squishes my buns. Her finger pokes against my rectum. There’s that intense thrill again, damn my asshole is more sensitive than my nipples, nearly equal to my clit.

“Uh, huh.”

She grasps my hands and leads me to their bed; she aggressively pushes me down, forces me onto my back, her knee against my crotch, straddling my leg, she cuffs my wrists to their headboard.

“We’ll be respectful, trust us Bridgette, you will truly love this.” She straddles me, sits on my hips, pinches, and tugs my nipples, not at all gentle this time.

The harsh treatment is sadistically sensual. Metal clamps are applied to my erect nipples, more harsh twisting and pulling, the sharp edge of the clamp is excruciating, yet quite enthralling.

I accept the exciting pain sensations and quickly realize they transform into erotic sensory pleasures. I feel a light touch, I struggle to identify the sensations and what’s happening as she shifts her body off me.

“A feather; the whisper soft teasing touch on your sweet spots will ignite nerve endings as it sets the mood for pleasure yet to come.” Sarah shifts on the bed, straddles my head, lowering her hips; I inhale that special sexy scent unique to each woman and her cunt; her aroma is earthy and enticingly intoxicating, I lift to lick her inviting pussy.

“No.” I feel a sting just below my tits.

“I’ll tell you when, unless I give you permission, you will lie still and remain silent. I’ve just started.”

I feel several strips strike my abdomen.

“This is a flogger; it can be kind.” She wiggles it across my labia, lightly tickling, inciting intense eroticism.

“Or mean.” I flinch as she inflicts a strike across my vulva with a serious sting. A couple more swats across my abdomen, then inside each thigh, the sharp pang makes my muscles twitch. I am on a teeter totter, pain on one side, pleasure on the other.

Sarah remains punishing with consistent lashing; stroke after exhilarating stroke, the flogger strikes upon my raw, smooth, tender flesh.

There is no rhythm to the hits; undeniably exciting the stings leave red streaked patterns on my white skin. The tempo changes; sometimes very slight, other times, maddeningly harsh. Nevertheless, the unrelenting sting of the flogger strands is desirously pleasing. She is awakening an unbeknown desire and increasing fervent, sexual sensations. I’m tingling all over with pleasure overload, escalating to a tremendous climax.

“Whoa.” I yelp; a whole new batch of nerve stimulation; it takes a few moments to recognize it as an ice cube, placed on my naval, another held against my clitoris. Both melting rapidly the cold drips running across and down causes further excitation. They move to my erect nipples, I shiver, somewhat from the cold, but mostly from the intense stimulation. I begin writhing, my hips undulate, muscles pulsating.

I’m near the point I was when I rang their doorbell.

I am in a heighten state, unlike ever before, a new inflamed intensity, awaiting my impending orgasmic ecstasy.

“Go ahead,” She lowers herself; I edge my nose along her slit, feeling the soft, fleshy folds, sucking them into my mouth, running my tongue along the edge. I can’t contain myself, I feverishly lick her, like a ravenous, famished, feral animal on a fresh chunk of steak, I attack her wet labia. Sucking, slurping, trying to remove every drop of her luscious liquid.