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Imago: The Seduction of Arlene	By : Salamandaslash Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > General Views: 5646 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, Charmed and I am making nothing from this work of utter fiction. I don't know any of the real persons mentioned and I am making no claims about any of them.

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Imago: The Seduction of Arlene (part 3)

Usual disclaimers apply:
If you’re shocked by portrayals of kinky lesbian relationships – you best be on your way. There is nothing for you here!

Kinda PWP – certainly NC-17
F/f – with references, of varying levels of explicitness, to numerous secondary F/f and some F/f/f and, F/F/f relationships.

I do not own these characters – even the ones I made up – and I am certainly making nothing from their misuse! I do not mean to imply anything about the sexual preferences of any of the actresses cast.

Etc etc…

After the heat of the night – the cold light of day.

It was daylight when Arlene woke. Kendra’s hard, athletic frame was pressed to her back. The memory of the night before swept over her and she lay for a moment amazed at what had happened.

She turned to check on her young lover who still slept beside her. Arlene was sure she had never seen anything so beautiful.

“Hi Beautiful,” Kendra said softly.

“You’re awake…”

“Yeah and now so are you.”

Arlene smiled.

“So I am…”

The young black woman yawned rolling on her back to arch and stretch, muscles rippling and the mature red haired woman knew beyond all doubt that she had never seen anything so beautiful.

Arlene’s sex quaked, fluttering. Her pulse thrummed.

“You like?” Kendra asked, feeling the older woman’s lustful gaze on her.

Nodding Arlene said “Ohh…oh yes. I-I like a lot…very much!” She smiled shyly. “Y-you’re so beautiful Kendra…I’ve never saw someone like you naked before!” she admitted

“Like me?” Kendra quirked an eyebrow.

“A-a…a b-black woman…” Arlene blushed. “I-is th-that alright?”

Kendra smiled.

“Of course it is honey…so my little white whore likes black women?”

Arlene’s blush deepened. She gave the tiniest of nods.

“I-I th-think so…well this black woman anyway,” she said. “You’re gorgeous Kendra…I can’t believe I’m here…with you…I don’t know how it happened but…I can’t believe how beautiful you are…” Looking from beneath her lashes, her shy smile became coy and she opened her legs a little. She felt naughty – like a teenager discovering sex for the first time. “Oh a-and look how wet my pussy is!”

Kendra returned her smile leaving her in no doubt about her intentions. Arlene opened her legs wider turning her knees outwards.

“My legs are open for you Kendra…just like you said they should be…” Reaching between her legs she parted her nether lips. “And I’m so wet!” She said with heat. “I’m ready…like a good little whore…for you to use me…if you want to…”

“Mmmmm…you are such a slut, Beautiful! I can’t believe you’re the same straight-laced old dame who didn’t want to dance last night! Who’d never been with another woman, or had her ass spank ed. Who’d never been queened.”

“Qu-queened?”

“When a woman sits on your face and rides you…fills your mouth with her pussy,” Kendra explained softly and she smirked moving upwards to swing her leg over Arlene’s head.

Arlene’s moan was muffled, gagged by Kendra’s sex as her head was encased in flesh. Looking up the length of Kendra’s body above her she felt utterly captivated.

A little while later Kendra slumped over the older woman. Her conquest had gone better than the young black-skinned beauty could have dreamed.

Looking down, Arlene’s face, her cheeks were slick with Kendra’s pleasure. The redhead licked her lips savouring the flood that had filled her mouth. Her eyes were glazed with desire. About her on the pillow her carmine tresses spread like a sea of fire.

Kendra felt her heart flutter.

Swallowing again Arlene gave a sigh as Kendra swung herself from over her.

“I-I th-think I should be…queened a lot Kendra…whenever you want…” she said.

“Do you like it when I use you like that Beautiful?” Kendra asked.

Arlene nodded.

“I th-think I’d like it however you use me…b-but yes,” she answered. “It makes me feel helpless…at your mercy…as if all that matters is pleasing you…as if that’s all I am…a slut – made to please you…I-I…I think I like feeling like that.”

Kendra almost growled.

As she did so there came a knock on the door.

“Arlene!” came a cautious voice through the door.

Arlene stiffened suddenly. “Oh my God! Lolly!”

Kendra looked puzzled.

“My sister Lolly!” Wriggling out from underneath her lover she sat up.

“Damn,” Kendra spat, frustrated. “She shouldn’t be here!” she said as if surprised.

“I’m sorry Kendra I promised her we’d meet for breakfast! Y-you have to hide!” Arlene said leaping to her feet. “Please Kendra.” She took her lover’s hand to pull her towards the bathroom. “I-I’ll come straight back…if you’ll wait. We can carry right on where we left off…you can put me straight on my back…naked…you…on my face…qu-queening me…” she pointed to her lips. “…riding me…using me…my mouth…b-but…she’s my sister…and I promised her we’d get together this morning…please Kendra…”

The dark skinned woman laughed gently. “Ok Beautiful…but your ass is gonna catch it…I’m going to spank you when you’re done!”

“Ohhh…” Arlene quailed, biting her lip but she acquiesced immediately. “Oh-ok…y-yes…if you say so Kendra…”

“I do!” Kendra said darkly, stepping into the bathroom.

Shutting the bathroom door behind her Arlene grabbed a robe to head for the door. As she did so, she noticed Kendra’s clothes strewn with hers around the room. Quickly she moved to dump them all in her suitcase, slamming the lid.

Lolly was waiting outside the door patiently; a strange smile on her face, strained but happy.

“’lene…y-you’re not ready? We said 8.30.” she said calmly.

“Oh…high sis…” Arlene replied, flustered. “S-sorry I must have overslept! But – why don’t you go down – I’ll be right along sis…”

Her sister quirked a dubious eyebrow. “Hmmm overslept eh?” she said sceptically. “Yes I’m sure you did.” She winked looking pointedly past Arlene to where, despite her efforts to clear away the evidence of her night of forbidden passion Kendra’s dildo and harness lay on the bed. “Arlene, honey, I saw you…we all did…on the dance floor…with Kendra…and we saw you leave together…and when you didn’t come back…” Lolly gave a knowing look. “Everyone knows you slept with Kendra…”

Arlene blushed deeply. “Oh no!” she gasped. Stuck in a little bubble of sex and passion with Kendra she had somehow imagined that their liaison had been a private thing. Now, suddenly aware that it was not the secret she had imagined, reality came crashing in on her, oppressive and devastating, and the truth of her infidelity reared up. “Oh no…what will I tell Donald?”

Lolly looked at her oldest sister with a puzzled look. “Don’t tell him anything,” she said shrugging. “Just like I’m not going to tell Dan I spent the night with Darla!”

The older sister’s jaw fell, her eyes bulging.

“Y-you slept with her?”

Lolly leaned forward conspiratorially. “Well there wasn’t much sleeping…” She winked at her sister before shrugging again. “She seduced me! What could I do?” she said with a mock scandalised look.

“Wh-when?”

“Well while you were getting your goodies touched up on the dancefloor by Kendra, I was,” she hesitated, for the first time looking uncertain. Then she shrugged again “Darla was…convincing me to let her paddle my bottom!”

Her eyes took on a sort of hazy appearance and, absently, she rubbed her bottom with one hand.

“You as well? Arlene shot, her jaw dropping.

Lolly nodded dumbly. She blushed a little.

“Oh my god…wh-what is it with this place?”

The younger sister shrugged again and smiled.

“I dunno sis – just one of those things that happens…but it’s ok…everyone should let their hair down sometimes …” She shrugged. “…besides it’s…kinda wild to have a secret like that isn’t it?”

Lolly paused at Arlene’s frown.

“Listen sis, “she said. “I’ll leave you to get showered and dressed…and finish whatever you and Kendra were up to.” She nodded towards the bed and its contents. “I’ll see you downstairs later…but take your time…no rush…ok?”

Lolly turned on her heel.

But it was as if a bucket of ice water had been thrown over Arlene. Despite her sister’s attempt at reassurance she suddenly felt, as the door closed, a wave of guilty panic sweep over her, returning her to a horrible reality.

Behind her Kendra watched, naked, from door to the bathroom. Her face was troubled.

“Hey Beautiful,” she said quietly. “You ok?”

Arlene could barely stifle a sob. Shaking her head, she turned ashen faced.

Kendra crossed the room in a flash to take the sobbing older woman into her arms.

“W-what’s the matter baby?” she asked pulling her close.

“I-I’m sorry Kendra…I-I…this…” Arlene wriggled from Kendra’s embrace to stand alone. She gestured with her hands. “This…I d-don’t think I can – do – this…you understand don’t you…I-I mean…I sh-houldn’t…shouldn’t have let you…s-seduce me…”

“B-but…I thought…you just said…” Kendra looked suddenly confused, distraught, and it was suddenly clear to Arlene how much younger the handsome young black woman really was, despite the easy confidence she had shown as seductress the previous night; despite the ease with which she had so completely dominated her sexually. She shook her head.

“I’m sorry Kendra…but I can’t…”

“You can!” The younger protested vainly.

Arlene shook her head.

“No – Kendra…I can’t.”

“But what happened…what happened to ‘I want to be queened any time you like Kendra’?” The younger woman frowned, confused, hurt.

“Oh Kendra…I do – I really do! But I’m a married woman…I have to go back to my life…to my…my husband…”

“Arlene…Beautiful…I-I’m not asking you to marry me or anything…just let me see you again…explore…this…us…I want you! I think…no…I know that you want me too.”

“I’m sorry Kendra,” she repeated herself. “Oh you don’t know how sorry I am…but I’m married…I have a family. Last night – it was amazing… beautiful…probably the most thrilling night of my life a-and I-I wish it could be more…I wish I could let you do all those things to me…let you make me yours…let you make me your wh-whore. Oh god I wish I could just let you take control of me…use me…corrupt me…in all the ways you said…and…ohhh…I’d let you do all those things to me…I would! I’d spread my legs for you whenever you said – wherever you said – and be your slutty, trampy, dirty whore…I’d bend over for you to spank my bottom…strap me…punish me however you like…”

“Then…why not?” Kendra asked. “Be mine…at least try…”

Arlene shook her head. She thought of Donald and his distant indifference; his infrequent; insipid, cold, perfunctory, love-making; their passionless marriage. And she almost weakened. “I n-never thought I’d ever feel anything like this…anything so deeply. But…I can’t…I-I’m married…a-and even though I know I’ll never feel like this again…I c-can’t…” Something felt like it was breaking inside her.

“B-but you can,” Kendra pleaded. “Don’t go back to him…make your own choice…” She put her hand on Arlene’s breast, over her heart. “It’s what you want. I know it is!”

Arlene gave a sob.

“I know…i-it’s true. It is what I want! Fuck!” She swore. She never swore. “But it doesn’t matter what I want…I’m married…to Donald…for better and for worse…for as long as I live…” she gave another sob. Tears formed in her eyes – different tears from earlier. “I…I already broke one vow…I can’t break any more!”

Answering tears welled in Kendra’s eyes.

“But you can’t…”

Arlene nodded with a sniff.

“I-I’m so sorry Kendra…I am.”

The younger woman looked at her distraught.

“I-is that it then?” She asked. “You’re just going to give up?”

Arlene gazed into her young lover’s eyes.

“I’m sorry…” she said, tears welling.

The young black woman seemed to shake herself. The tears still brimmed and her face was desolate but she straightened her shoulders. She turned, looking for her clothes.

“I don’t just go around seducing women you know Arlene.” She said acerbically. “Where are my damn panties?” she demanded before continuing “I’m not some lesbian skirt-chaser…I liked you as soon as I met you…you weren’t just some mark…some casual fuck-toy…”

“I know Kendra…” Arlene replied gently. “I really wish you were…then maybe it wouldn’t feel so bad.”

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