Her best mate really knows how to throw a party.
“Do you like it?” she asked anxiously.
“It’s beautiful,” I replied. In my hands lay a pink satin corset with black satin stripes running down the boning. I gazed at it open-mouthed, barely daring to believe that it was mine.
“There’s more.” She handed me another box. Inside was a pair of exquisite six-inch patent leather shoes, a pair of ruched black knickers and a handwritten note – ‘To my best friend ever on her 21st x x.’
“Kate, honey, you’re too generous. It’s gorgeous. All of it. But I can’t accept it.”
“Babe, I love spoiling you, and the whole point is to get you stuff that you wouldn’t buy for yourself. Now, stop being silly and try it on.” I turned to face the wall, and dragged my top over my head. I unclasped my bra and dropped it to the floor, slipping the corset on in its place. Kate stood behind me and, with one hand on the small of my back, pulled the laces so tight that I could hardly breathe. I took my knickers off under my skirt, replacing them with the sheer, ruched delight of my new ones. I reached for the shoebox.
“Wait. Try these.” Kate proffered a pair of silky seamed hold-ups from her underwear drawer. “And lose the skirt. I want to see how those knickers fit you.”
I carefully pulled the stockings on and flexed my legs like a showgirl, watching how sexy they looked in the translucent fabric. I lifted each shoe delicately out of the box, and slid my silky feet into them. I stood up, cautious in the precarious shoes. I saw why emperors and the like made their harem girls wear heels – I was not running anywhere fast. Kate stared at me, her pupils large in her dark eyes. She bit her lip. “How do I look?” I pursed my lips coquettishly and struck a saucy pose, arse out.
Like a tiger, she leapt. She threw me to the bed and began grabbing at my constrained breasts as she kissed me passionately, as if trying to devour me.
“What the…?” I gasped.
She put her hand over my mouth. “You know you want this.” We’d always had a kind of chemistry. Kissing at parties, winding the lads up. I’d made little secret of the fact that I adored her. But she’d played me like a fish on a line, telling me how sexy I was, only to say that she wasn’t a lesbian. She liked cock far too much, she said. So I’d smiled, and let her hurt me. But now…
I tried to push her away, knowing this would end in tears, probably mine. But in my restrictive clothing, with her kneeling on my arms as she straddled my body, there was little I could do. Swiftly she jumped up, flipping me face down and yanking my arms back. Surrendering my control was disturbing. As she thrust my wrists into handcuffs, I had to confess it was more than a little arousing as well. She pushed her hands between my silk-clad thighs and spread them apart. I heard her draw her breath, and felt the rush of cool air to my moist, hot core.
“You’re so wet, you little slut.” It was like hearing someone else talking. Kate – my Kate – had never talked to me like this, although I’d dreamt about it many lonely nights, blushing in the darkness. My knickers were being slipped aside by a firm hand, as a finger ran tantalisingly over my flushed pussy.
“No, Kate, you’re drunk, or high, you can’t…” I heard her fumbling with her clothes, then felt my head being pulled back and a pair of warm, damp knickers shoved into my mouth. She bound my lips with a silk scarf, then let my head fall back to the pillow.
I felt her slip into my c**t, stroking me, and, against my will, I tightened around her teasing finger. She laughed. Then I felt my lips pushed apart by something larger, colder. She slid it into me slowly – arse-clenching, lip-bitingly, fist-squeezingly slowly.
“You dirty whore, you love it, you bitch, taking it all like a good girl, huh?” She began to pump it in and out, making me moan through my gag. “You love being penetrated, don’t you? I’ll have to punish you for that. A good lesbian wouldn’t like that at all.” I’d no idea what she was playing at. She left the dildo inside me, and I heard her deliberate footsteps cross the room. She returned, taking me by surprise as she slapped my arse, hard, with what I could only presume was a leather paddle. Five times she spanked me, controlled, calculating. Then she pulled out the dildo.
“You’re dripping, you kinky bitch.”She rubbed my pussy, over my throbbing clit, gauging the extent of my arousal. I gasped as I felt the tip of the dildo nudge against the tight bud of my arse.
“Dirty girls like you love it there, don’t you?” She began to push it inside me. I arched my back as much as I could, sweating and writhing around the delicious sensation of being entered in that narrow aperture, bucking and rolling as she rubbed my clit with one manipulating hand as she fucked me with a dildo held in the other.
“I’m going to make you come, you harlot, you’ll come over my hand. You naughty minx, you know you’re going to come, and I’ll watch you.” Excruciating waves of pleasure washed through my c**t, my legs shaking, breasts heaving as she kept her word. Screaming through my gag, I thrust my body deeper onto the dildo, moaning as my muscles clenched tightly around it, as I shook and shook and fell still.
“Now, you’re going to do something for me.” I nodded, mute, as she removed my sodden gag and lay me on my back, still bound by my wrists. She removed her lacy push-up bra and let the pearly globes of her breasts fall naturally, pert nipples like bruised rose petals. She slid her skirt over her curved, delicious thighs to reveal her perfectly manicured pussy and her buttocks, two plump eggs nestled close together. As she straddled my face, cupped her breasts and slipped her knees further apart so that her scent, musky, slightly metallic, slightly tangy, slid insidiously into my nose, she smiled at me. “I don’t think you’ll find this a problem.”
I strained against my ties and tried to lap at her. She lowered herself onto my lips as I abandoned myself to her taste, silky on my eager tongue. I kissed her pussy passionately, probing inside delicately and painting her clit with broad, firm strokes. I felt her grow firm and wet, her juices trickling over my lips as she ground herself deeper onto my face. I could feel her muscles tense in her thighs. Frenzied, she rubbed her delectable c**t over my face, backwards and forwards, as I struggled to keep up with her body’s demands. As she began to moan and sob I felt warmth spreading through my own centre, and when she came, explosively, screaming and shaking, my own pussy was wet through.
She lay across me for a minute as we caught our breath, her breasts over my face, her wetness still dripping onto my stomach. I felt her heart beat. Then she stood up, slipped on her dressing gown and with an impassive face said that she was going to shower. Dazed, with chafed wrists, an exhausted body and bruised lips, I put on my clothes, put my stuff in a bag and left. She’s never mentioned that night again. I’m not sure how I can, either. I’m just waiting for my next birthday to come around!
