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I, Buffy	By : LL72 Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 150328 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Not everyone can get a job they’re both good at and love; but I guess I’m a lucky pumpkin in that way. I mean it was only a summer job, I think Giles would freak if he found out what I was doing during my runaway days in LA and he’d be freakaliciously freaked if I suggested it was my career. But still I was enjoying hostessing in one of the city’s top lesbian strip-bars.
On the stage a dancer was dancing enthusiastically to the beat; in some of the trashy dives downtown the strippers looked bored and listless, like it was only the pay-check that was making them whack out their bitties for the audience. In the ‘Green Demon’ she looked like she was enjoying it and that it was only some arcane house rule that stopped her jumping into someone’s lap and letting them have a slurpy-slurp. Even as I watched the dancer’s bra was flipped off, the titties bouncing like there were springs in them.
I looked at my watch and smiled. In about a minute I knew one of the more attractive and attentive clients would be coming down the stairs –the same time every Monday, Wednesday and Friday night. I wanted to be ready, so I quickly signalled the bar for the whisky with a touch of soda, before plumping up my titties and making sure my suspenders were straight. The barkeep just slid the drink to me in time as Lilah Morgan descended the stairs. The besuited legal eagle looked round the room, her face as expressionless and beautiful as a porcelain doll. When she saw me standing up and moving towards her favourite table a smile as small as a Vampire’s soul crossed her lips. She might be great in bed, but Lilah wasn’t one for the warms and fuzzies.
Not that I minded, if I wanted jollies and laughs I’d have headed to my Dad’s for the Summer. No I wanted sex, raw fucking and lots of it, so much I could forget I was a Slayer and my damned destiny and just be a slut. LA was the place for that and it paid, so well I’d be living in the most luxurious pad when I got to college. Not that I was greedy or anything, I’d have fucked for free – or at least for expenses.
Which was why I was a Lilah groupie – lots of hole-filling and she’d was so generous that she was almost topping up my college fund herself. It was Lilah who’d got me and Lily this gig, persuading the owner that despite our lack of formal experience the two of us had the natural skills and enthusiasm to be an asset to any fuck-bar. Which we were…
I waited for Lilah to sit down, before placing the glass beside her and sitting on her knee. I knew she liked to take a sip of her whisky before any chat, so I gave her neck a nuzzle, licking and kissing the cool, white flesh – if anyone could do with a tanning lunch in the park it’s Lilah. She sipped her drink and moved her hand up my thigh to slide a finger under my suspender, she gave it a naughty twang before moving a bit further up to tease my pussy through the thin material covering it.
I gave a giggle, "So how was your day? Put lots of baddies away? Or do you help get them off? The baddies…" I still wasn’t sure what Lilah did, some lawyery thing, like in LA Law.
"No," she shook her head, "I’m corporate."
"Mmmmnnn, you are," I kissed her throat under the chin, cheekily taking the opportunity to squeeze one of her juggly tits – she didn’t seem to mind as she didn’t stop me. I squeezed a bit harder, I was pretty sure Lilah meant to take me home tonight, but why not make sure?
"I don’t deal with minor crimes, like murder or arson or terrorism. I’m in Special Projects, it’s more strategic, looking after our clients long-term interests and making sure the threats to them are eliminated…" she continued, as if my titty playing was off no matter.
I could see she wanted some sort of answer so I licked her neck once more to remind her that I wasn’t here just for a chat before saying, "Eliminated – you make it sound like they’re taken round the docks and dropped in with some concrete shoes."
For the first time she smiled, "Now Buffy that would be wrong… or at least illegal. No, it’s much more fun to slowly corrupt them and turn them round to follow you."
"MMmnnn," I ran my tongue slowly up her throat and over her chin, "You have a weird idea of fun…"
"Perhaps, I do," said Lilah. She smiled properly and it lit me up like a firecracker, God I wanted her to bed me. I changed my licks to little kisses, planting them tenderly, but sensually on her exposed skin. She rubbed my pussy, making it quiver with anticipation, "So did you have some fun yesterday?"
"I did, you know I did. I told you I was going to," I looked at her for a sign of jealousy. I wasn’t sure to be happy that there wasn’t any or disappointed.
Instead she just smiled, "Tell me about it…"
I did.
*
"Her real name’s Winifred Burkle," said the House Mother, "but she doesn’t like being called that – she prefers Fred." The twentysomething’s face frowned as if she was thinking, before continuing half to herself, "If it was me I’d prefer Winnie, more girl-like, Fred makes her sound like she should be in the Flintstones."
As I was staring at her picture I was absolutely sure I wouldn’t mistake the birthday hottie for a cartoon character. However, as I was being paid a nice amount of money by, the House Mother of Zeta Alpha Zeta to be the birthday present for Winifred they’d could have made me call her Barney Rubble and I wouldn’t argue. Instead I nodded, "Sure Ms Darlington," I responded politely.
She was only a few years older than her charges and had a rack so squeezable she should have been a Playboy Centrefold. She smiled and squeezed my arm, "Call me Shelley."
"’kay, Shelley," I replied, making a mental note to find some time to give her a freebie, "I’ll remember she’s a Fred."
Now names were all sorted Shelley got down to business, "Have you got some sexy gear?"
I dropped my coat from my shoulders to give her a looky. a pair of high-heels, a thong so tiny that it covered my hole, but not the lips on either side and a pair of spangely tassels which double as my bra. I turned to let her look at me from behind, the thong’s string disappearing up my ass-crack leaving the illusion that only my slit was covered. I guessed from the drooly expression and the half-choked sighs that Shelley thought the kit was good enough.
"You okay with the plan?" she asked as if I was a dumb blonde who couldn’t follow the simple instructions.
I gave a nod, "You sing Happy Birthday. I jump out of the box, do my little dance for the Birthday Girl and then she takes me upstairs for the night’s fun," I gave a grin, "Sounds fun Shelley."
"The others will take pics as well, whilst you dance. You don’t mind?"
I shrugged, "As long as they take my good side," Shelley frowned – she was an even dumber blonde than me. So I gave a nod, "Yeah that’s good."
She looked at the clock, "Fred will be back soon. You better get prepared."
"There’s toys?" I asked, "I’ve got some in my rucksack if not."
"We’ve put a choice selection in Fred’s room when she was in lectures," Shelley said. "Ready?" she gestured at the box.
It was decorated with wrapping paper so silvery it gleamed – apart from the bits that were covered with pictures of dolls and cakes and other birthday goodies. Size wise I need to crouch, but that was good it meant I could really spring out when called. I looked in the mirror, checking I was as fuckably sexy as when I’d left the apartment – a quick touch of lipstick and a brush through my hair – and I was. I nodded, "I’m good to go."
We were just in time. Even as Shelley was tying the bow on the box lid and I was making myself comfortable in it (and thanking my Slayer calf muscles) I could hear the front door of the sorority house open. A gaggle of young women came in, laughing and chatting, the Texas twang of the birthday girl clearly distinct amongst them. For a second I think she suggested that she might go and do some studying and I had visions of being here all night as she brushed up on her Geometry instead of brushing up on Buffy. Luckily her sorority sisters were all in on her surprise and she was steered back to the main room.
I could hear her shriek as she entered the room, the others all laughing at her reaction.
"You shouldn’t have…" said Fred, "What is it? I’ve got to open it now."
I could hear her footsteps coming towards me, the plan over before it began. I wondered whether I should burst out now or wait for her to open the box and then give a wave from inside. Luckily Shelley wasn’t as dumb a blonde as she looked. She moved smartly to stand in front of the box, blocking it like she was a football player, "In a moment, Fred, but not before we’ve Happy Birthdayed you."
"Okay," said Fred, her voice jumping with excitement like she’d never had a birthday before.
The others began to sing, "Happy Birthday to you;
"Happy Birthday to you;
"Happy Birthday dear Fred."
I sprang upwards crashing through the cardboard lid, the shiny wrapping paper and the pink bow like a stake through a Vampire. I thrust my arms out, waggling my titties so the tassels shook and joined in with the final line, "Happy Birthday to you!"
"Oh my God…goodness," squealed Fred clapping her hands together in excitement as she sat forward on the sofa, "Is she for me?"
There was no immediate answer as Shelley had hit the on-button on the stereo and a wave of dance music blasted out. But I guessed I should reply, in actions as it was too loud for words. I pushed down the sides of the box; they fell outwards as designed and strode out. There was a cacophony of cheers and wolf-whistles as I emerged, drowning out the music. I paused, sweeping my heads round the audience of sorority girls – smiling at them as they shouted and clapped. Slowly I moved my head back to my front to face Fred; I slowly winked and walked the few remaining paces towards her, "I’m Buffy and I’m yours… for anything."
I began to sway in front of her, letting her have a good look at my barely covered cunt. After a few moments I twisted round and turned over, pushing my butt towards her face. Fred’s friends went wild, like they were at a rock concert, taking photos and shouting, a few of them were raising cups of beer, with those nearest splashing the frothy liquid over me. I shook my ass in time with the music, giving a yelp as Fred gripped my cheeks. The yelp turned into a gasp as she pulled my cheeks apart and the gasp into a moan as she slammed her mouth onto my hole. My routine meant that I should be jumping up and away, but I decided this was a moment to wing it and remained in position. It was a good call as Fred’s tongue stuck out and pushed at my butthole. Her friends screamed their encouragement as she tried to bury it in, but it was closed as tight as Snyder’s petty cash box, so all she could do was tongue the top. Not that I was complaining…
Unable to get further in Fred pulled back and gave my ass a light strike to show she was finished for the moment and I should carry on my dance routine. I straightened up and waved my ass as I took a step away. Again I bent over, but this time for more than ass viewing; when I straightened my heels were in my hands. I tossed them aside, and without them upsetting my balance I really began to jive and shake – bouncing my titties like there was an earthquake. The room was filled with flash after flash as the sorority girls snapped away with their cameras. And it wasn’t the only thing flashing.
I reached for the string of my thong and started to pull it, even as I whirled round. Thong and Buffy’s bott went different ways leaving me holding the underwear as Fred gazed at my naked slit. Her friends went wild with cheering as I stood with thong in one hand and cunt in the other. I slid my finger slowly into the hole, jamming it around in time to the music, whilst still bouncing my titties and swinging my ass. Harder and harder I moved as the beat sped up until my cunt was nice and soaked.
The music stopped and I removed my finger from my pussy and slipped it into my mouth.
Fred looked at me as. I reached down to take her hand and pull her to her feet, "The next dance is yours," I said just before the next tune started.
I began to move my nearly naked body against hers, rubbing my smooth skin against her blouse and jeans. For a moment she didn’t move, despite the cheers of encouragement from her friends. Then she giggled and began to dance back, her hands round my waist pulling me close. Our bodies moved in time, faster and energetic, like the pounding beat. My hands reached up and began to undo her blouse – she didn’t resist so I continued until it was fully undone. She moved her arms away from me long enough for her to slip the blouse off. Her titty filled bra rubbed against me, as she pushed back. She giggled again, "Your tassels tickle…"
"Easy to sort," I reached up and snapped them off leaving my hard, erect nipples uncovered.
"Very pretty," she said in a Texan drawl as she kept one hand on my waist and moved another to grope first one tit and then the other. I continued to jig, moving my naked slit over her denim jeans as the other sorority sisters continued to cheer and clap. My twat was hot against the denim, leaking cum and tingling with excitement – I knew I needed to get Fred upstairs soon or else I’d burst.
I took hold off her hand and moved my head close to her ear so that even above the sound of the music she could hear me say, "Let’s go to your room and go bouncy."
"No hurry," she moved her mouth next to me. I know the customer is always right, but this was pushing it. I needed to get her hot and bothered enough that she’d be so hot to trot that she’d be racing me up the stairs. I was pretty confident I could make that happen – I’ve got the skills to make a nun a raging nympho. So I nodded to show I was happy with her decision and at the same time moved my hands over her titties, pushing the material up so that I could grasp and fondle the flesh. Fred gave a small groan and I took that as permission to lick.
I moved my head down and ran my tongue over the nipple. The surrounding sorority sisters went wild, shrieking and shouting out in encouragement as my mouth closed down on the teat. Fred gave another start and giggle as my tongue cleaned and tickled her titties as my lips moved up and over the flesh. She kicked off her slippers and began to shimmy out of her jeans, "That’s nice Buffy…"
I switched tit, slurping and licking as hard on the new orb as the previous one. At the same time I was moving my hands under her underwear and rubbing at her slit. Fred moaned harder as my two fingers skimmed over her wet hole, making it even wetter than it had been before. The room was full of flashes and snaps and I guessed I’d soon be the most famous girl on campus. I moved quicker, soaking Fred’s skimpy underwear and giving the surrounding party goers a real show. Fred groaned again, thrusting her head back so that her light brown hair brushed down her back. I bit down slightly on the teat in my mouth and in unison pushed my finger into her slit. The music had stopped but I didn’t care.
Fred gasped as my digit pushed into her, giving little high pitched moans as her juiced up cunt reacted to the pleasurable invasion. There was a bit of a struggle as we both tried to remain connected whilst she removed her panties; it didn’t work and my finger had to come out as I gripped her panties and doing what she failed to do, drop them down to her ankles. She stepped out of them, but it left me crouched in front of her soaking and sexually appealing twat. What’s a Slayer to do but tuck in?
I buried my face in her sweet snatch, thrusting my tongue as deep as I could go. Fred squealed in pleasure and gripped the back of my head. I let her slam me deeper, grinding my tongue at her clit and letting the cum flow over my tongue. I could really hear the camera’s going, so many photos were being taken that the clicks sounded like a cricket convention. Those not taking happy snaps were cheering and shouting me on, often standing so close that with every move they spilt beer over me. I ignored it all and concentrated on licking out Fred. The student gasped and groaned as my tongue did it’s work, pushing deep and hard against the clit, "Oh Buffy, oh Buffy."
I slammed my tongue in, enjoying her tasty taste as her cum trickled down my throat. With each lick she whimpered and moaned, swaying like we were still dancing and shaking like it was a break dance. I moved harder, putting all my considerable skill into it. I could feel her arch as I hit the spot, repeatedly and hard, "Oh, oh, oh, Buffy, oh, oh, oh….oh, ooooohhhh."
More girl juice swamped my mouth as she came, squirting her juice over and in me. She let go and I looked up at her, she was blushing brightly, though I always take it as a compliment when I’m squirted and all her friends seem to see this as a great victory and were chanting her name like she was a champion footballer. I licked my lips, taking in some of the cum I hadn’t managed to swallow, "Mmmnnn, that was tasty."
I stood up and moved close to her, "Now can we go bouncy?"
She giggled as she took my hand, "Now we can go bouncy."
We headed up the stairs, the stereo cranking up as we left and the party continuing. As we entered her room I saw Shelley hadn’t being lying when she said they’d left a selection of toys for Fred – there were anal beads, vibrating eggs, dildos of every size, doubled headed and single, large rods attached to strap-ons and pencil thin ones to fit in the handbag. Fred goggled for a moment at the choice and I took the opportunity to slip into the room and make my choice, a large ten-inch strap-on, which would stretch whichever hole Fred intended to use. I held it up and smiled, "This would look good on you and feel great on me."
"It looks too large," she replied.
I grinned, "If I was going to use it to brush my teeth I’d agree, but as you’re going to use in it whichever one of my fuckholes you want there’s no such thing too large."
For a moment Fred looked like she was going to argue. I didn’t give her time; I dropped to my knees and began to buckle the strap-on on. Fred knew she was beaten and let me. I tightened the last strap and looked up, "How’s that feel?"
"Bit overbalancing; like I’ve got pounds of extra weight where it shouldn’t be," replied Fred.
I stood up and looked at her; the strap-on was large but it certainly wasn’t over-weighty – I mean if I could take it so could she. I gave a smile, "It looks good to me."
She nodded, "If you’re sure."
I got on the bed and licked my lips enticingly, "Trust me, I’m kinda of an expert at these things."
"Okay, Buffy," Fred got on the bed beside me. I moved my legs slightly so that my cunt was free and easy to access. It tingled as Fred an her fingers over it, playing with the lips and running into the opening; "You’ve very wet," she teased.
"I wonder why?" I grinned and laughed.
She ran her finger over my slot again, leaving a trail off liquid over my lips as the finger slid over them. I tensed as the finger moved back for a third time and this time moved into the hole for a brief second; it felt good. But it was only for a second as Fred pulled out the offending digit and placed it in her mouth. She sucked it for a moment and pulled it out, "You’re wet and tight."
"The perfect duo," I answered, "I’m also sexy and horny."
"Another great duo," agreed Fred as she moved on top of me, one of her hands spreading my legs further apart as the other moved up to stroke my hair from my forehead. I moved to meet her half-way, opening my legs to her guidance; one hand moved to my hole to open it, the other moved to her back to massage it as she moved into position above me. She moved above me and I felt the rubber of the dildo touching my pussy. Slowly she guided it in; "How’s this?"
"Good," I replied, "Stick your toy in my cunt, Fred. That’s it, that’s good."
Even as I spoke I was moving my legs up and round to trap Fred like a spider traps a fly. As she moved down further into me I pressed my heels into the small of her back, as my legs squeezed tightly at her thighs. She got the hint and moved deep, continuing down into me so that the full length of the toy disappeared into my sweet twat. The girth stretched me and made me ache, but it also meant that every part of my cunt was being stimulated, the nerve endings competing to tell me how much they were enjoying the rubber toy that was playing against them. I gave a groan, "That’s it Fred, that’s good. I want your big toy in me. I want you to fuck me hard."
She was slow at first, seeming nervous. But my gasps of pleasure, shuddering movements and the tattoo my heels beat on her back seemed to persuade her that she was doing alright, as did my gasps of "Fuck me harder, fuck me faster. Fuck me, fuck me good."
The hammering became faster and faster, Fred bouncing down hard on me and driving the dildo into my pussy. The harder she came the more I did and my cunt was soon awash with girl juice, each thrust sliding through the cum and sending little dribbles out and over my quim lips. I groaned as the cock slid over my little clit, warm and wet; "Oh yes, fuck my cute tight little teen pussy, fill it with your big fuck-off dildo."
It seemed to make Fred move even quicker, her back arching as she slammed into me. Her lithe body crashed onto my mine, our tits bouncing against each other like four old friend’s greeting. I shrieked in pleasure and hammered my heels down on her as the pleasure razored my body. Harder and harder she moved, her tits wobbling with the effort and my heels grazing her body, "Harder, Fred, harder. Make me cum, make me cum!"
"Oh God, Buffy, that’s it, take it, take it all, take my big toy," Fred squealed as she hit me again and again. I could taste her sweat as it dripped off her and onto me, not as yummy as cum – too salty. Our bodies slipped and slithered against each other, our hands exploring and caressing even as her naked body rammed into mine. Our flesh was wet, shiny and slick, coated with sweat and cum; "Go on Buffy, go on…"
"Yessss, yesssss, yesssss," I screamed as I racked by the most incredible pleasure. My body shook and quivered, with my heels rapping down so smartly on Fred’s back that I’m sure I bruised it and my legs squeezed her so tight her eyes almost popped. As did mine as I arched my back and felt my body get torn by the orgasms.
As Fred dropped off there was a round of applause from the door. I looked up to see a group of the Sorority Sisters clapping and cheering, with a few taking yet more snaps. I sat up, leant back on my hands and spread my legs…
*
Lilah drained her drink and gestured for me to stand up. I did so, with my trademark Buffy pout, I’d been getting hot and horny recalling yesterday’s adventures and we were just getting to a good bit; "Are you leaving already?"
"We are," replied Lilah, "We’re going to head back to my place where I’m going to fuck you hard. And then you’re going to finish telling me off your adventures."
I grinned and nodded. It looked like it was going to be another fun night.
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