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I, Buffy	By : LL72 Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 150658 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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"So why did you run away?" Lily turned away from the dressing table mirror, holding up two lipsticks, "Red or purple?"
I was sitting on my flattie’s bed, painting my toenails a pale red. I looked up frowning, "Y’know when I was a kid my Mom had a record called the Purple People Eater…"
"Gee, thanks Buffy, you’re a real help," she replied, "So?"
"So? what? Red if you want. Purple is a bit gothy and like vampy… not really your colour… unless you’re wanting to party again with the lonely ones," I said and looked down at my nails; they might need a trim sometime or I’d be scratching any bedmates like I was Jack the Ripper.
"You’re avoiding the question," said Lily, "You’re so right, I’m so not a purple person, red it is."
"What question?" I asked knowing which one she meant and knowing she was right I was avoiding it, "Def red. It brings out your smile."
"Thanks Buffy, it does doesn’t it. You goin’ pink – that’s your colour. The question about running away."
I reached for the nail clippers, yeah these babies were as sharp as Will in a math test. I started to blunt them. It gave me a few moments to think of a good answer to Lily’s question – prob was I couldn’t think of one. After a few mo’s of Lily looking at me I shrugged, "I guess I need a break. I’m seventeen and every night everyone expects me to be out saving the world and I want to be in making out. What ‘bout you?"
"My parents were jerks… you don’t talk about yours… hey, you really should go for that little starry earring. It’s totally you."
"Yeah, they are. My Dad, I kinda don’t see any more – guess he was alright, but he’s not a big parenting person. My Mom, was alright for a Sunnydale Mom, but we had our differences on this vamp called Darla. She reckons I shoulda staked her, I agree now, didn’t then…" I shrugged, "Bridge. Water. Y’ reckon the black strapless dress? What was it that was wanted – understated sluttiness, what does that mean?"
"That dress goes with you, but like no panties allowed, they’d spoil the line" Lily said, nodding approvingly. She paused and screwed her face up as she thought of an answer to my second question, "High class escort wear, not trampy hooker…"
"Def that number then," I nodded at the dress hanging from the wardrobe door, "Shift up, let me down."
Shifting her naked butt along the stool far enough for me to sit down Lily passed me the pale pink lipstick. The two of us stared in the mirror as we applied our lippy, not at all looking at the others naked titties. I gave my lips a smack and smiled, yeah pink was me. And Lily was right about the earring with the stars, they worked, "I was thinking about getting’ ‘nother tatt. You think it’d be too slutty?"
"You are a slut," grinned Lily, "We’ve, what, shared an apartment for a week and you’ve brought in about ten different girls. And you’re going to an orgy as part of the entertainment."
I gave her a look of mock outrage, "It wasn’t ten – it was eleven. And anyway it’s not like you’re a little innocent faun – cos I remember who put me down for the gangbang. Without asking!"
Lily gave an sensually appealing shrug, "Hey, what are flatties for? Anyway you owed me rent."
"Still could have asked," I gave a grin to show I was joking.
"I will next time oh mistress of the slayers," moaned Lily, "Blue dress?"
"Go for it," I nodded and got up to put on my own dress. Without panties!
*
The taxi pulled up outside the villa. I was expecting little expense would be spared, but even so I was whacked out… There had been a queue of a dozen cabs before us and as we’d arrived in plenty of time the line behind was so long it prob ended in Sunnydale. And each cab dropped off one, two or sometimes three stunning beauties – no false modesty from me, but some of them were such knock-outs I felt my jaw grind with jealousy. And my cunt tingle…
Unfortunately they weren’t there for me. The Madame in charge of the entertainment was sitting at small desk outside the front door. In front of her stood a couple of buxom blondes with tits so large if you sucked them you’d have stretch marks on your mouth. The Madame said something to them and they tittered and headed into the villa. Me and Lily stepped forward, the Madame looked at her clipboard and then said, "Yes. Names."
Her accent was so English that it would have had Giles calling her nanny and asking for eggy toast. I gave her my Californian smile, flashing my pearly white teeth like they were glow-in-the-dark, "Hi Buffy and Lily."
The Madame looked at her list and ticked us off, with a grunt, "From the valley, are we dear?"
I looked at her blankly, "Huh?"
The woman looked at me, "Valley girls, are we?"
"From Sunny… sunny California, yes," I replied, deciding that as an underage runaway I should keep where I was from a bit quiet, even though it was nowhere near a valley.
"Mmmn," she nodded, "I thought so."
I nodded, though this conversation was making less sense than a lecture by Giles on Astrophysics, "Yeah, we’re valley girls, born and bred, straight from the valley, never been anywhere else until we came to LA, we miss the valley."
The woman frowned, before reaching forward and squeezing my titty, "Nice and firm dearie. Do you do anal? Fisting? Double penetrations?"
"Yes, yes please and yes, yes, please, please," I nodded.
"I suppose the two of you will do," she said with a lack of yayyie enthusiasm; "Now I don’t know if you know the employment conditions - look beautiful, smile prettily and any of the client who wants a fuck you give it them, however they want it and however many times. And afterwards you go out and smile again until another client wants to fuck you. Just do me a favour dear, and try not to talk. These clients are used to a more… sophisticated type of conversation."
I was about to say something to Mrs Stick up her Ass, but Lily grabbed my arm and smiled at the woman, "Thank you, the only words from our mouths will be screams for more."
I nodded and gave the Madame a false smile, whilst fantasising about her getting snacked on by a vamp. Lily saw what I was thinking and pulled me into the villa, hissing, "If you ever want to work in this town again, don’t say a fucking word."
I kept quiet. Not cos of Lily’s warning, but cos before I could say anything a bunnygirl had hopped over and passed me a glass of champagne. I tried not to giggle as the bubbles fizzed on my tongue, I think I managed it – more or less… well more less… We had a bit of time before the clients began to arrive for the party. I knew that I’m a drink lightie if I stayed on the champers I’d be face down in the buffet by nine and not with my dress up my back and my ass being split. Slipping my arm through Lily’s I said, "I’ve never been to an LA mansion, let’s look round…"
The tour made me think I either needed to stay on at school, pass my exams, go to Uni and become a stockbroker or I needed to seduce and marry a rich widow. It was so opulent you could have fitted my whole house in one bedroom. And there were about twenty bedrooms, all with large double beds, satin sheeted and four-posted, with strap-ons (and plenty of them) thoughtfully provided. Downstairs half the rooms seemed to have buffets and vodka fountains, I had a quick taste to check it wasn’t water. And the swimming pool outside was as big as the pool at school, though without any fishy monsters…
"Wow, just wowy," I said to Lily as we ended up back in the main room, where the dancers were beginning to gyrate round their poles as the first guests started to arrive. Up above us there was a sign across half the back wall, "Welcome Wolfram and Hart staff – thank you for all your hard work. Summer Lesbian Orgy."
"Gee forget being a stockbroker," I said to Lily, "I’m gonna be a lawyer…"
She smiled and nodded, knowing as well as I did that lawyering wasn’t what my future held. But even a slayer can take a gap summer and I intended to enjoy mine, "Let’s circulate."
The villa began to fill up with secretaries, paralegals and even one or two lawyers. Music began to play, drinks began to flow and us hostesses began to be escorty. I had my eye on some Asian cutie, but so unfortunately did a Miss Busty Blonde – who not only was able to drown the paralegal in the canyon of her cleavage (so that was a Valley Girl…), but seemed to have a PhD in lawyering bull. I stood with them like the third wheel, opening my mouth and mentioning how much I liked the weather – only to be ignored. It wasn’t any surprise when Asian cutie suggested that a nude swim and that I wasn’t invited…
I sipped my drink and looked round for a new target, one more in my league – perhaps wearing a dunce’s cap. I didn’t have to look long. Someone squeezed my ass with all the grace of mechanical digger, "Hellthough cuthsy," she slurred, splattering the back of my neck with spit.
I turned, my smile frozen in place and already regretting the condition of our employment which said I had to fuck anyone and do anything. Facing me was the ugliest woman I’d seen in my life – I mean compared to her the grossest demons I’d fought were models of lithe beauty. Her lips were so blubbery they almost concealed her face, unfortunately they didn’t or else I wouldn’t have had to see her snout like nose or cheeks so cratered with acne scars that if Neil Armstrong was around he’d have landed on her. She smiled, to show her yellow teeth, which even her brace couldn’t straighten, "Though sexthy, how arth yousth?"
"Hi," I shrieked in pleasure and not understanding a word she said, "I’m Buffy Summers."
I was about to add I was a syphilis ridden whore in the hope that this would put her off, but she had already placed a podgy hand under my dress and was groping my puss. She smiled and I prayed for death. I prayed harder as she said, "Let’s head upstairs."
"Find another friend, Lola," a tall woman appeared beside us, her smile was as cool as her features, a statue come to life – but at least an attractive statue. She looked at me and smiled, "This one is mine."
"Yeth, sortthy," Lola blubbered, covering me with saliva. She turned and I saw an unattached escort pale as Lola moved towards her.
My rescuer smiled, it was the smile of someone who felt it was expected rather than because they were filled with warm fuzzies, "Lilah Morgan."
"Buffy," I smiled back.
"I know," she said. She noticed my frown of surprise, "Your friend mentioned it." She pointed at Lily, who so was deep in a passionate throat licking session that the place could have been on fire and she wouldn’t have noticed. Lilah looked at her for a moment before turning back to me "I thought you might want saving."
I looked up at her; she’d have to have been as ugly as a warty witch to not be an improvement on the acne-pitted blubber monster. And she wasn’t that all, I’d call her beautiful in an Icey Queen way; her elegant and expensive dress clung to her tall, slender body like it had been moulded to her. There was a definite attractiveness to her, I’d have been interested in her jump-starting me even if I wasn’t being paid. I smiled, "I think from a fate worse than death – if there is a fate worse than death."
"There are," for a moment Lilah seemed far away, but she snapped back to attention within seconds, "Come on outside."
She didn’t wait for me but instead strode through the villa. I paused long enough to look at Lola, shudder and then speed after Lilah like the Hellmouth had opened and set a pack of ravening hounds on my tail. The tall woman was waiting for me as entered the back ‘yard’, a pair of cocktail glasses with a pale bluey liquid in her hand. She passed one to me and raised the other to her mouth.
"Thanks," I sipped mine. It was like carbolic acid was being poured down my throat and if I hadn’t been a slayer my guts would have been heaved over Lilah’s expensive shoes. As it was my eyes watered and I winced. It took effort to wheeze, "It’s a bit strong."
Lilah raised an eyebrow, "If you say so," she said and took another sip without ill-effect, making me think the woman had insides like acid-proof iron.
Putting the drink to one side I sat down on lounger, carefully pulling my dress up my thighs as I did and waited for Lilah to finish hers; she slowly sipped seemingly unconcerned that I wasn’t drinking and looking round the outside. I could see why –there was plenty going on to keep our attention. Women; fully-clothed, semi-nude and as bare as the day they were born were everywhere, giggling, drinking, talking and fucking. More than one lounger was in use as a Wolfram and Hart employee strap-oned a blonde or redhead. Other entertainers were crouched on their knees licking pussies of the PA’s or sitting naked on a paralegal’s knee whilst there titties were stroked. The pool was full as well, no-one seeming to bother with bikinis, just stripping and diving in, even as I watched a black fortysomething jumped in, holding the hands of a pair of naked brunettes – all three squealing with excitement as they hit the water.
I felt my own excitement rising as well, just a few feet away a big titted blonde was bouncing up and down on a strap-on, screaming in excitement as her cum squirted over the middle-aged redhead she was riding. If that wasn’t enough, a cute slender black girl was demonstrating how far she could stuff a dildo up her own ass – it was impressively far. And Lilah was looking at me like I was a tasty lunch. I hiked up my dress a little further, she only need to tell me and I was hers there and now. It didn’t seem Lilah was as extrovert as some of her co-workers, instead she finished her drink and looked up. I followed her gaze – she was looking at one of the bedroom windows. I grinned and stretched.
Lilah looked at me, her eyes moving as she surveyed my lithe form. A small smile came to her face, and this time it seemed more natural as if she was seeing me properly; "Let’s head upstairs," she said.
I was on my feet so quickly I became dizzy. Slipping my arm through Lilah’s I nodded, "As you command my mistress…"
There were as many women fucking inside as out. Naked limbs were splayed out, quivering and shaking as the owners’ bodies were pounded and licked and lapped. Young women squealed, their faces contorted in pleasure as middle aged secretaries groped them, fingered them, fucked them. The aroma of sex was overpowering, flooding my Slayer senses like a rose garden in spring; it made by pussy weep with anticipation.
Lilah guided me past the fucking couples, including Lily getting spit-roasted by two busty guests. I winked at my friend, but she was so busy sucking the strap-on she didn’t notice. However Lilah did, she gave me a naughty squeeze of my butt and said, "Why wait until we reach upstairs before getting rid of your dress?"
I could have explained it had cost me half my month’s allowance and if tossed it down here it might either disappear, never to be seen again or be used so much as rag as to dry cum soaked bodies the cleaning bill would leave me facing bankruptcy. Instead I reached up and pulled it over my head; Lily had been right – underwear just didn’t go with that dress. I spread my arms, delicately balancing on my high-heels, which was the only thing apart from my earrings I was wearing, "You mean like this?"
"That’s exactly what I mean," said Lilah.
I turned and walked up the stairs, swinging my hips so that my butt wiggled enticingly. A couple of the bunnygirl waitresses gave me admiring looks, normally I’d have shown an interest, but not today. Lilah was following me and I was hers, body and soul – or at least bought and paid. Arriving on the landing the banging was as intense as downstairs, a couple were sixty-nining on the floor and another teen, a little older than me, was hanging over the banister rail as woman three times her age slammed her from behind. From the screams coming from behind the closed doors it looked like we were too late to get a room, given how with everyone rutting away but me and Lilah I was as horny as a goat, I only hoped Lilah didn’t mind fucking in public. To help persuade she did I turned to face her, a beaming smile on my face and a tittie in each hand, "Want me now?"
"A moment," said Lilah with a curt smile. She marched to the nearest door and opened it, " You three – out now."
Seconds later two sexy and naked redheads and an older Chinese, who at least was wearing a strap-on, tumbled out into the corridor. Lilah beckoned me into the room and as soon as I followed shut the door. She looked at me, her expression as hard as flint and her eyes deeply penetrating as if they were seeing my soul. Then she nodded as if I had passed some silent inspection and her face softened; not too much, but a little. "Do you dance?" Lilah asked.
"Yep, like a ballerina," I decided that exhibiting my slayer suppleness wouldn’t help me keep me a secret runaway for too long, "Well, not a ballerina more like a disco queen."
"Dance for me," ordered Lilah, sitting down on the bed, its sheets ruffled from the previous users.
I bent down to take-off my high heels, but Lilah spoke again, "Keep them on."
It wasn’t going to be a high-kickin’ jive fest of a dance with them on. Still, I was pretty sure I could do a sexy sway, constantly wiggling and turning, cupping my titties, twisting my body and bending over with hands massaging over my naked butt cheeks. Lilah seemed to enjoy it, her smile moved from robotic to semi-human as I waved my head, whipping my blonde hair round my face; "How old are you?" she asked.
"Nineteen," I lied. She raised her eyebrows in a way that suggested she believed me slightly more than when I told Snyder a dog had eaten my homework. Unlike the twisted pixie she’d didn’t push it – though perhaps if I’d licked my lips and bent forward to bounce my tits Snyder would have believed me as well.
She unbuttoned the straps of her gown and let it fall down to her tummy. They were large and springy, the type that bounce like helium filled balloons as their owner bangs away. Hoping I got a chance to test my theory I waggled my own smaller, but perfectly formed, pair. Lilah ran a finger round one of her nipples, it moved swiftly to erectness.
"So were you at the men’s orgy?" Lilah asked.
I shook my head, still dancing, "No. This is… well my first paid orgy."
Lilah smiled, it was kinda pretty, even if it didn’t last long, "I can’t imagine they’d have turned you down if you’d wanted."
I blushed – guessing that was a compliment. I continued to dance, twirling round and running my hands down my waist as I waggled my cute little behind at Lilah. I twisted back to face her and took a step nearer. She didn’t bite so I felt bold enough to ask, "Is the lesbian orgy your first as well, or did you go to the one where they had all the hired hunks doing the servicing?"
"I went," Lilah paused from speaking stood up and dropped the dress to the floor before sitting down and resuming the conversation, "I play for both teams. And you?"
"I only bat for babes," I said my eyes drawn to her slit, it was glistening with lust, the cum already visible on the labia. I could feel my tummy doing little trampoline jumps of excitement "I’m a good hitter though."
"I’m sure you are," Lilah was looking at my face as my eyes transfixed themselves to her finger touching her pussy.
I couldn’t stand seeing the sexy slit untouched by my mouth any longer. I stepped forward and dropped to my knees, tossing my hair back I said, "Let me…"
"Give it a go, Buffy," said Lilah, opening her legs further and leaning back of her hands.
I didn’t dive straight in, no matter how much my taste-buds screamed for her cum down my throat. Instead I started at the top, moving my tongue through the small, well-kept bush of fine, soft hair. I slid up and down through the thatch, teasing Lilah but touching briefly the top of her cunt, before moving away. Round and round, up and down I drew my tongue, leaving a small trail of my saliva in Lilah’s hair and round the cunt. She kept calmer than I would have been, coping with my tease way to well for my ego.
Oh, I decided if teasing wasn’t going to, well, tease I’d have to go for the full hit. Without warning I slammed my tongue between her lips, forcing them open and driving my tongue in. Lilah may have been as cool as ice when I was outside, but she heated with a passion as I hit in. I could hear her gasp and her legs moved closer together, pinning me in place. I lapped harder, making her sit up and move her hand to my head, grasping my blonde hair and forcing me forward. My tongue pushed deeper and she moaned again.
I slurped and licked, my mouth and tongue moving hard and quick. Lilah gasped, "That’s it, that’s it my slut slay…er…ve…"
I was always up for a bit on roleplaying, so I briefly looked up from my lapping, "I am Lilah, I’m your pussy licking slave."
I was back down, even before Lilah pushed at me, she groaned, "That’s it, that’s what I said, you’re my slave, my slutty, sexy slave."
I could feel her writhing as I did my work, my tongue waggling and wiggling in her sweet, tasty hole. Her body arched as I hit the clit again and again, driving my tongue into it so hard it must have almost hurt. Her cunt was awash with it tasty sexy juice, it tingled on my tongue and down my throat. And then she screamed as she came…
"Aaaaarrrghhh, Buuuufffyyy…. Buuuuffffyyyyy…" more cum shot from her cunt, a tidal wave of sexy girl juice. I swallowed and swallowed, loving the cum as it went all the way down.
Lilah let me go. I looked up and she smiled down, "I see what you mean with your batting."
I smiled and nodded, happy that Lilah was appreciating my skills. She gestured for me to stand up. I did, taking a step backwards so that Lilah was able to admire my sexy Slayer bod better. She closed her legs, hiding the treasure I’d just be sampling, but making up for it by patting her thigh and saying, "Come sit on my lap Buffy."
I did. I was still wiggling to find a comfy spot on her thighs when she moved in. Her mouth started suckling at my neck like a toothless vamp, whilst one hand started to squeeze my tit. It was what she did with the other hand that started to make me hot. First of all she moved it between the top of my thighs, levering them apart, I didn’t fight back. Nor did I resist as her middle finger pushed its way into my slot. Instead I moaned and stretched, pushing my body into her and moving one of my own hands round the back of her head to massage her and encourage her to keep doing me. Just in case she didn’t get it I moaned, "That’s it, I want you to make me cum… oh, make me cum."
I think she may have got it to well, as second finger joined the first, moving and exploring my pussy. I groaned as the digits pushed at my wet, elastic walls and then moved deeper. I could feel their touch making me more and more excited as they ran over my G-spot and plugged at my clit. I arched my back, pushing myself into Lilah’s large titties, her stiff teats scraping at my back as her lips continued to mouth at my throat. Her other hand was cupping and squeezing at my tit, her thumb caressing the nipple as her fingers dug into the surrounding flesh. The whole package was making me wet like a tropical downpour in the monsoon season. I gave a guttural groan, "More, more…"
Lilah obviously took my moans literally as she pulled her fingers out briefly, quickly returning with a third. This started to do my hole good, especially when she began to open her fingers, stretching and pushing at my cunt walls. More juice came from me as Lilah moved in, sliding out with her fingers as she withdrew them and dripping down from my hole. I moaned in pleasure as I enjoyed her masturbating me, "Oh, that so good, sex me up like I’m a slutty slay…er…ve."
Suddenly without warning she flipped me over so I landed on my back on the bed. She licked her lips, "You want more?"
I was nodding as again she pried apart my thighs and again I didn’t fight hard to stop her. But it wasn’t four fingers that went up my cunt this time, but four fingers and thumb – the full fist. I tensed, controlling my breath as I felt my cunt stretch so much it felt like it was going to snap. Slowly Lilah moved in, the fist filling me so much that my cunt couldn’t even fit in my cum and it dribbled out over Lilah’s wrist. I opened my mouth and squealed, "Oooooohhhhh…. Ooooohhhhh… yesssss."
I loved it, the harsh touch of her inside me was making me orgasm like a thousand times a second, a series of blasting explosions of pleasure. Her thumb was scraping up my walls, pressing so deep that the nerve endings screamed with every millimetre she moved forward. And when her knuckles hit my clit… heaven was in my pussy and rising through the rest of my body like a tidal wave. I screamed again, "Oooohhhhh, make me cum, you’re making me cum."
That was when Lilah really started to get to work. I gushed as she moved her fist back and forth, her knuckles rapping my bud and scraping my walls. The harder and faster she moved the more I ached and stretched, my pussy elasticating to cope with the hard fisting it was getting. But, jeez, did my twat love it… I was buckling under the hammering, my back bending and my head levitating up and then crashing back onto the bed.
"Enjoying this?" asked Lilah, "Call it payback for my pussy-licking."
If payback’s a bitch I wanted to be one. I didn’t reply to Lilah, not in words anyway. I screamed and bent myself so much my spine almost snapped, the only thing remaining on the bed were my head and heels. The fist hit my clit and I hit the bed with a thump, screaming and screaming, as the orgasm ripped me.
Without warning Lilah pulled her fist out; I swear a gallon of girl juice washed out with it. I lay gasping, unsure whether I was too sore or not sore enough, but aware I was blown with orgasmic pleasure. It was just lucky my slayer cunt would tighten up or I’d be stretched like I was a teen Mom. Lilah sat back, her skin slick with sweat – it seemed fisting a teenage pussy was hard work. She wiped a hand over her forehead, "I could do with a drink. Scotch…neat. Get one yourself if you want."
I didn’t want a Scotch – way too hard a liquor for me, "Can I have a wine instead?"
"Have whatever you want," said Lilah dismissively, "Just hurry back."
I remembered the Madame’s instructions about being ready to be fucked by another client. From the sounds outside the gangbang was still banging away and I guessed a slender, blonde wearing only high-heels would be a popular addition. At the same Lilah did look like she had a mighty thirst; "What should I do if anyone wants to fuck me?"
"Tell them your with Lilah Morgan," she smiled, "You’ll be back up here in minutes."
I left the room, stepping over the three women we’d borrowed it from, they’d not managed to even get down the corridor before settling down into a triangular pussy lick, "Sorry," I murmured. They didn’t answer, their mouths full.
"Hey sexy," a cute woman in her early twenties approached me, her gaze lustful as she looked at my naked body, damp with cum and sweat, "Come to Mama."
She wasn’t bad looking and normally I’d have jumped her like I was a champion gymnast, but "I’m with Lilah Morgan."
Th woman backed away like I’d some hideous wasting disease, "Hey, sorry, no offence."
I shrugged and carried on down, looking for a bunnygirl waitress, who typically seemed to have all vanished somewhere. I passed Lily, who’d moved from her spit roast to a normal anal fucking, moaning on her hands and knees as she was pounded from behind. I gave her a wave, but her eyes were closed and she didn’t see me. But another woman did, it was the one who’d been taking her from behind when I’d passed her on the way up with Lilah. She smiled as she saw my sexy young butt and stroked her dildo as she stood up, "Come here sexy."
"Sorry, I’m just getting a drink for Lilah Morgan," I replied.
The woman went a bit pale, "Okay, yeah, sorry, didn’t mean to delay you."
I began to get a bit suspicious that Lilah might not have been a PA, paralegal or junior lawyer, but someone with a bit higher in the organisation. Especially as by the time I found a bunnygirl and got our drinks I’d been ambushed by three women, all of whom nearly tripped themselves up escaping from me when I mentioned Lilah’s name.
I returned to the room, "Who are you?" I asked as I opened the door.
Lilah was reclining on the bed, running her fingers up a strap-on. She smiled at my entry; I couldn’t decide whether it was that of cat playing with a mouse or a sultry slutty grin with unspoken promises of where that toy was going to go. She took the glass I offered and sipped it, "Lilah Morgan, I told you that."
"Yes," I drank my own wine. It was a sweet as the tastiest cunt cum, "but what do you do? Are you a senior partner or something? Just everyone when I mentioned your name it was like I’d been zombiefied."
"You don’t look like a rotting corpse," said Lilah like she bumped into them everyday, "I’m not a senior partner, believe me when I say I’m ambitious but not that ambitious. No, I’m just a lawyer in the Special Projects Division."
"Oh," I put the wine down, sat on the bed next to her and kicked off my heels. My hand touched her calve, it was smooth and warm, a sexual thrill moved through me and my insides quivered with a burning lust. But I had another question, "What’s Special Projects?"
"You ask a lot of questions," said Lilah with a note of brusque annoyance. But just as quickly as the darkness washed over her it was gone. She sipped her drink and nodded towards the strap-on jutting between her legs, "My current special project is to put this in a cute blonde."
"I hope I’m that blonde," I giggled, I walked my fingers up her leg.
"I can’t see any others in the room," said Lilah, "So do I get to stick it up your ass?"
I tittered again, rubbing my toned body over her legs, "How did you know that was my favourite hole?"
"Didn’t anyone ever tell you its rude to answer a question with a question?" Lilah teased as my tongue moved out to run up her thigh. She shifted slightly so that she was on her back, rather than side and spread her legs, allowing me to roll between them.
"No," I gave a sensual purr as I crept closer towards her, my hands massaging each thigh as my head moved towards the dildo. The plastic toy seemed to shake and quiver with excitement beckoning me on.
"I know a lot of things," Lilah said, trying to appear mysterious – which was way too late given that she was naked with me between her legs,
I nodded and placing my mouth on top of the nine inches of rubber began to move my head down. I moved slowly, not taking too much in and keeping my eyes fixed on Lilah and her attractive face. The lawyer acted like blondes sucked her toys on a regular basis – they might do, of course, just keeping a small smile and sipping her drink. Her hand moved through my hair, not keeping me down, but sliding through the locks, pulling them up and then dropping them down, until my hairstylist would have screamed in horror.
"Has anyone mentioned you suck… suck good," said Lilah, who really needed to get her timing for jokes more pat. But to answer the question, ‘yes of course they had, I was so good I was almost a pro – actually I now am a pro’. My mouth was a bit full so I didn’t say any of this, just wrapped my tongue round the toy and took it further into my cheek, whilst giving Lilah a smouldering look that if I’d have been looking in a mirror would have made me cum. It seemed to also work with Lilah as she drained her Scotch in one gulp and tossed the crystal decanter onto a chair. She reached down and pulled my head up, "You want me to fuck that fuckable butt of yours?"
"I want," I nodded.
Seconds later I was on my back as Lilah stuffed a pillow under the small of my back. Her strap-on dangled enticingly close as she lifted me up and spread my legs. She smiled, "I bet your seven… nineteen year-old ass likes it hard as hell."
"I’m nineteen," I lied, before confirming, "I can take what you can give."
"I’m sure you can," Lilah vote of confidence was kinda endearing. She rubbed her hand over my slot, it was already soaking in anticipation and her fingers came away slick with my cum. She licked it off, sensually, "Pull your legs up, I don’t want them getting in my way."
I did as asked, my being slayerly supple I was well able to pull them impressively near to my ears without any strain, allowing the lawyer an unobstructed route into my botty. I smiled at her, as with a look of concentration Lilah took the dildo in one hand and moved it over my hole. For a moment the only feeling I could feel was a tickling sensation as she pushed the tips between my cheeks and rested it against my slayer-tight ass chute. She let go off the dildo, keeping it in place and moved her hands to press down on the exposed back of my thighs, pushing my legs an inch or two further back. My ass moved upwards, just a small amount, but enough that the tip of the rubber dong started to enter like a screw balancing in its hole. Lilah looked at me, "I’m going to enjoy this, so are you."
With that she thrust the toy in. She was so quick and shoved so forcefully the strap-on was half-way down my ass before I had managed to react. I let out a squeak of enjoyment and bucked, pushing my body forward to meet her. Lilah moved again, thrusting deep and down, ramming the dildo further into my well-used chute. I gave a louder cry of enjoyment as my walls were stretched and excited, the nerve endings tingling in joy as the rubber ran over them. With the third thrust Lilah rammed the full-length in, driving away all resistance like an invasion. I shrieked again, feeling the flows of sexual excitement jump in and run screaming round my body, "Fuck me, fuck me hard."
"I told you that you’d enjoy it," said Lilah. She paused for a few seconds, looking at my body. I took advantage of the pause to move my hand to my cunt to start to stroke the wet lips and run my fingers over the hole from which the liquid was oozing. Lilah pressed her hands further on my legs and I felt my toes touch the bedding behind my head, "I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll be loving it."
I believed her. I rubbed two fingers over my pussy, pressing down over the damp slit. Lilah rammed down. The dildo moved from an inch of tip being down my hole to the whole nine inches stretching me like my ass was a gymnast. I barely had time to squeal out my enjoyment before Lilah was pulling back and thrusting in. I shrieked again, as my ass exploded into a heavenly fire. Her body slammed into me like being hit. I rubbed my pussy harder and harder, trying to pleasure it as much as Lilah was pleasuring my ass; the feelings of pleasure merged into one bliss of orgasmic feelings, "Yes, yes, Lilah, fuck little Buffy Summers, fuck me hard."
I was right about her titties. They bounced up and down with wild abandon as she hammered into me, droplets of sweat dripping down from the erect nipples. My own smaller and firmer titties weren’t jumping like beachballs, but they were still juddering around quite nicely, as I was nailed into the bed.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh," I squealed, my cries getting louder and more high-pitched as Lilah’s dildo treated my asshole. The harder she thrust, the more I stretched and the more it ached; the more it ached and stretched the more pleasure raced through me – the sexual excitement drowning out everything else. I rubbed at my slit, which was making so much cum that it seeped through the cracks between my fingers making my hand so wet it was like I had been dipping it in a bucket of warm water. The super-orgasm burst in me, I wasn’t quiet sure where, my brain wasn’t able to cope with that info – especially as it mushroomed through my whole body like a forest fire. I arched and screamed in pleasure, "Yessssssss, yessssssss, yessssss."
"Told you," boasted Lilah, as if I had ever doubted her. She paused to briefly rub a trickle of sweat from her eyes and let to my pants return to something approaching normality, "You’re loving it aren’t you, Buffy?"
The cock raced down my chute like it was at Le Mans and any answer I was going to give Lilah was replaced by a shriek of ecstasy. My hand started to rub quickly at my slit as Lilah pounded deep into my butt. Juice and sweat mixed and merge, mine and Lilah’s. Harder and harder she pounded, making my butt aflame. I screamed and bucked, my toes brushing against the silk bedding as Lilah’s fucking slammed me so far over I was almost bent. Her hands slid up and down my thighs, are perspiration mixing and stopping her getting a grip. It didn’t matter, I could keep myself in position anyway. I screamed, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck my fucking ass, fuck it Lilah, fuck it."
She got the hint and hammered even faster and harder until it felt like I was being rammed by a juggernaut. I screamed so loud that my voice became hoarse, but if you’re orgasming like you’ve never orgasmed before you want the person fucking you to know she’s doing it right. And, jeez, was Lilah doing it right; it was butt-poundingly out of this world. I opened my mouth, my throat was so raw if I’d tried to scream I’d have coughed up blood.
"Enjoying it Buffy?" grunted Lilah. She panted with exhaustion as she hammered the dildo into me. The cum leaking from my pussy and my contorted expressions were the only answers she was going to get. She shook her head, sending droplets of sweat down, "Nearly there slay…er…ve. Let’s finish this."
She moved faster and harder, hitting my ass like it had never been hit before. I’ve had orgasms, plenty of them, but never have so many merged and exploded together. My mind and soul left my body and I swear I found myself looking down on a naked blonde who was shaking like she was plugged into the main and screaming so loud that glass shattered. Then I was back in my body, shrieking and quivering as the orgasm took me.
Lilah pulled out the cock and dropped down. It was only my slayer constitution that meant I wasn’t just a puddle of post-banging goo. I got up and shifted the few feet so I could drop my head on her titty and use it like a pillow, "That wasn’t bad…" I looked up and smiled to show it was more than that.
Lilah frowned, as if at first she didn’t get the joke, then she did and gave a brief smile, "You were passable yourself… I may make a personal hiring myself."
I kissed the nearest nipple, "I might like that."
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