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“That’s what I mean, Tessa. The thing with Vincent, it’s like Miles. He’s decent, really decent, a scoundrel, a pervert, a real nasty scene maker; but he respects you and me. Isn’t that why we like him?”
“I suppose it is,” Tessa mused. Strange the two of them agreeing on something. “You can even see where he’s vulnerable—the little chinks in his armor.”
“All men are vulnerable,” Martine offered as if she knew them all.
She would know, Tessa thought, since she was an expect at finding a man’s weakness.
Lest the moment be too sweet and friendly, the bitch changed on a dime. “Raise it again, slut, I want it now,” she ordered.
This time she didn’t give Tessa a choice, her hand reached in and pulled the skirt up, finding its way to the rings. She yanked on the clit ring so hard it brought a muffled cry from her victim. Tessa tried not to move, or make the slightest peep. Though she knew that it would only be moments before Martine would have her panting, begging to come; she might as well give in.
Martine’s fingers continued to play, one finger poking its way inside Tessa’s cunt. “This canyon of yours is like a raging river,” she observed.
“How poetically stated,” Tessa replied, as she felt stabs of need rise inside her belly, orgasmic waves beginning to roll through her, “you really shouldn’t be doing this here.”
“Oh, but it’s so fun wondering if you’re going to get caught. Wouldn’t you love to see the curator’s face right now, his beady little eyes staring into your lust. He’d know for sure what a naughty little whore you really are. I’m sure he’s wondered, the way you flaunt your private parts around here like they were just another display.”
Tessa wanted to remind Martine that she was just as much a slut, but she couldn’t find the words. The way her pussy wanted to cum, she was losing touch with anything but the shrill shiver of desire attacking every nerve.
“That’s it cunt,” Martine purred at her. She leaned in closer so she could whisper in her ear. Inserting three fingers in the sopping pussy, she rammed them like a cock, and Tessa widened her stance to accommodate the intrusion. She was at the edge, unable to keep herself from thrusting her groin into Martine’s fist. “I’ll have it all in here next time slut, I’ll fuck you with my fist.”
Tessa reacted to the threat with her hips, moving in lusty unison with the pounding hand, wishing she Martine would fuck her harder still.
“You want it now, don’t you?” Martine murmured.
“But please not here.”
“There’s no one around, let’s try.”
“No, please, not now.”
“You want it slut, admit it. You want my whole hand up your little whoring cunt, jamming its way to the center of your belly.”
“No, please, no.” She denied the desire with little conviction.
“Admit it bitch,” Martine seethed, her mouth against Tessa’s ear, so the submissive could not ignore the order. “Admit it, or I’ll raise a ruckus, and bring out the posse.”
“Martine, no.”
“Admit it!”
she hissed again.
“Yes, I want your fist inside me,” Tessa gasped. Their bodies were so close that their hot breath mixed, the slightly stale smell of smoke on Martine’s, a hint of mint from a lozenge still lingering in Tessa’s mouth. They were close, but not close enough—Martine backed off.
“Raise your leg so I can get the right angle,” she ordered.
With her foot now resting on the stool where Martine’s once had been, her skirt was hiked so high that even her butt showed from behind—from the direction that she would be discovered, if she were discovered. They had to be quick, but she wanted it now, wanted Martine fully fist inside her. Her cunt opened like the petals of a flower, the nectar of her female center dripping over her roommate’s hand to coat the path. Tessa was too far gone to stop, even if someone happened round the corner.
Dropping to her knees on the floor between Tessa’s legs, so she could get the proper angle with her hand, Martine’s three fingers in her cunt became four, and then her slim, wet hand slipped inside all the way, filling her expanded cavity. Fuller than Miles filled her, fuller than Vincent had, fuller than any of the dozens of cocks that had widened her cunt over time. She tensed, feeling Martine’s fingers come together inside her to make a fist. The brutal reality of her submission hadn’t escaped her, but it wasn’t time to consider that. She was moving rapidly to orgasm, each thrust of the rude fist taking her quickly to a climax. She collapsed forward against Martine’s smaller but firmly set body and the two worked in unison as Tessa’s body tensed and eased and tensed again, and finally waves of orgasm set her murmuring softly, “Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh, yessssss.” Her inner muscles squeezed the offending fist just as they might tighten around a cock.
“Yes baby, that’s right, you love it, Tessa, yes you do,” Martine urged her friend.
“Aaaaaaahh, yessssssssssssss,” she exclaimed in return, finally falling limply against her roommate’s shoulder.
As Martine withdrew her hand, she brought it to Tessa’s lips, “Lick it darling, think of it as my nectar.” Dutifully, Tessa’s lips lapped the wet fist. Her only thought was how empty she felt, how large and open and empty.
“See, there was no one to interrupt you,” Martine reminded Tessa. They exchanged places, Tessa sitting down on the stool; she was too weak to stand.
