Oh, It's Good To Be Femme ... Part II
Im not sure whether its F.s role as the top in this scene, or her day job as one of the most highly sought-after sex educators in the City, or perhaps a little bit of both, that makes her order Bettie around in such a cool, yet dont fuck with me manner, but its highly effective. In fact, I am partly in awe and partly envious of F. and have to stave off urges to genuflect and beg her to teach me everything she knows. At the same time, I feel very lucky and very privileged to be invited to join her scene and am a little bit nervous that I might do something wrong.
I am uncertainif F. wants me to fuck Bettie with my strap-on or just my hand, so I prepare both just in case. F. coolly orders Bettie I want you to take off your dress, your bra and panties and your stockings but leave your shoes on. I am not sure if the last bit is because its just plain hot to fuck a woman wearing high heels and nothing else, or just for sanitary reasons (after all, this is a sex club). Bettie dutifully begins to strip, placing each piece of clothing on the chest- high bench behind me.
F. turns to me and says, I need you to find yourself some lube and some latex gloves. Not wanting to jeopardize my involvement in the scene, I jump at her command and scurry off on my safer-sex scavenger hunt.
When I return, latex gloves and plastic condiment cups of lubricant in hand, a crowd has already begun to gather around the space we are in. I set the lube and gloves down on the bench and hop up and take a seat and wait for further directives from F. From her toy bag (which is a tiger striped soft-sided make-up case), F. pulls out a set of gold-colored talons. She places one talon on each finger of her right hand and orders Bettie to bend over the padded table in front of her, so her ass and back are fully exposed. F. strokes her talon-fingered hand down the length of Betties spine and her back arches in approval. She alternates each stroke of her talons with a stroke of the flat of her left palm, and the strokes get harder with each pass. Bettie moans a series of low hmmmms in approval.
Curlicues of red scratches begin to form on Betties milky white back. Every so often, F. stops her stroking and checks in with Bettie to make sure she is okay. I cant tell from they way they are interacting if Bettie is someone who has played with F. before or not. At any rate, Betties curvaceous figure, creamy skin and long blue-black hair are a nice complement to F.s own long, dark hair and tall but equally curvy figure, swathed in a form-fitting PVC gown with lace-up sides.
F. removes the talons from her fingertips and hikes up the skirt of her gown to just above her knees. From her toy case, she pulls out a heavy burgundy flogger and I know she means business. F.s former Sir has told me that F. likes to take it very hard and although she is a switch, Ive never seen F. top anyone before and I am anxious to see if she dishes it out as hard as she takes it. Bettie is quivering, ever so slightly, in anticipation and I am sure she spies the flogger out of the corner of her eye.
With swift and sweeping arm motions, F. begins to gently flog Betties back and thighs, warming her skin for the harder flogging that is sure to come. Bettie is obedient and doesnt utter a single sound. Occasionally, F. intersperses her floggings with swift spanks to Betties full and ever reddening buttocks. I am close enough so that on each-follow-through, the flogger comes painfully close to me and I can feel the intensity of each swing.
When done by a seasoned professional, such as F., a flogging can be a visually beautiful event to watch. The long, sweeping arm motions, the resounding thwack each stroke makes on contact, the way the top crosses from side to side, alternating strokes, and the way the subs skin reddens in response it is almost hypnotic to watch. I start to space out, lulled by the flogging, but F.s smart smacks to Betties behind bring me back to reality and focus me on the task that awaits me. F. is flogging and spanking Bettie with full force now, and Bettie begins to cry out as blood wells up under the surface of the skin on her back.
F. reaches in between Betties thighs and sticks two gloved fingers inside her cunt. My, my, your little pussy is nice and wet now, isnt it? she taunts. F. turns to me and says, Our little slut is ready for a good fucking now. I hop down from my perch and slide my hands into a pair of latex gloves. F. steps to the left side of Bettie, grabbing a handful of her hair and giving it a good yank. Now you are going to let a total stranger fuck you. What do you think about that? F. coos.
I am a slut. Thats cause I am a slut, Bettie whimpers. F. grins menacingly.
I stand behind Betties upturned ass and dip two fingers into the cup of lube. I rub my fingers together to warm the lube and caress her ass with my left hand. I gently slide my two lubed fingers into her waiting cunt. She is wet. Very wet.
I begin to fuck her slowly and steadily with my right hand. I extend my pinky upwards so that each thrust causes it to rub against her rock hard clit. With my left hand, I stroke her spine, in part to steady myself as I begin to quicken my pace.
F. begins to spank Bettie again with swift, hard slaps to her shoulders and ass cheeks. The sheer force of her smacks is so great that it threatens to throw off my rhythm not to mention that a couple of swats come dangerously close to my arms. Occasionally, F. peers down at my hand inside Betties pussy and voices her approval. Youre a nice fucker, she says. And I cant figure out if she means I am nice in the sense of gentle or nice in the sense of you are doing a nice job. I figure she means these words as simple encouragement and I try not to let the pressure of doing the scene with someone of F.s caliber and fucking some chick I dont even know in front of an audience that I want to impress because they are all potential fucks get to me.
I wonder what our audience is thinking. Do they find this femme on femme on femme scene hot, or do we look like some sort of lesbian soft core porno a la Cinemax? I know this crowd most of the regulars anyhow is used to seeing butch/femme or boi/daddy scenes, so I wonder whats running through their heads. Certainly, we are dressed for the part F. in her PVC gown, me in my knee high boots, corset and PVC mini, and Bettie, with her flowing black mane and womanly curves we define femme for the fetish set.
Do you want her to play with your clit more? F. asks Bettie. Scarcely able to speak, Bettie gasps yes. Youd better ask her then, F. commands, taunting her even more.
Please play with my clit please, she stammers. I consider teasing her even more, but at this point, I cant even be that sadistic. I reach under her with my left hand and massage her slick clit with two fingers and keep up the pace in her cunt with my other hand. Shes wet and open, but I can barely fit my third finger inside her. F. must have noticed the look of consternation on my face because she reached down and spread Betties ass cheeks, holding them apart and affording me (and those standing at the back of the space) an unobstructed view of her tight asshole and my handing pumping in and out of her cunt. I am so tempted to lick the crack of her ass from the base of her spine down to her tight hole and catch myself just in time such oral contact is forbidden at play parties without the use of dental dams.
If she keeps this up, I am going to come, Bettie whines.
F. snaps at her sternly You need to ask her permission to come. Oh, the power This is better than holding the remote in a room full of guys on Superbowl Sunday.
M-may I come? She pleads. F. looks at me and nods.
Yes you may, I reply and quicken my pace inside her pussy. Bettie begins to buck against my hand in a series of pre-orgasmic contractions. I brace myself against her thigh as to not lose my rhythm inside of her or my grip on her clit.
Thats right, fuck her hand, F. coos.
I feel her cunt begin to contract around my fingers, the knuckles of which are now firmly entrenched in her pussy, thanks in no small part to her humping. With a gasp, Bettie stiffens and stands upright as she comes. I am almost grateful that it is over because my arm is beginning to tire, but F. has other plans.
You just keep fucking her were not done yet. F. presses Bettie back down over the bench.
I draw a deep breath and forge on. I am suddenly grateful for the cardio workouts Ive started doing recently because theres no way I wouldve lasted this long a month ago. I can feel sweat beginning to dampen my temples, but there I no way I am going to wimp out. With my left hand, I reach over and dip my fingers back in the lube cup and use them to apply lube to the fingers inside her, carefully timing the transfer of lube with an outward thrust. F. busies herself with twisting Betties nipples, slamming her body across hers, and spanking her ass cheeks and I realize why F.s specialty (among fisting and female ejaculation) is rough trade.
I turn my right hand over and with my fingers pointing towards her belly button, I aim for Betties G-spot. F. makes another positive comment about my technique and now I get why she is one of the most sought after sex educators in the City. I start thinking that perhaps I should sign-up for her next class at Toys In Babeland.
My arm is beginning to tire and F. knows it. I keep shifting my position in an attempt to ease the aching of my right forearm, but I know Ive hit my limit. Weve been going at it for over a half an hour, so I know that my stamina is nothing to scoff at. F. slides down off the bench and positions herself at my right hip. My hand still fucking Betties cunt, F. expertly slides two fingers in over mine and for a brief few seconds, I relish the sensation of both of our fingers being in Betties wanton cunt at the same time. I slide my fingers out, peel off my gloves, and stroke Betties hair and back while F. picks up where I left off.
Open up for me, let me in, F. commands. Just concentrate on your pussy. Concentrate on the sensation.
I know full well the point that Betties body is at where your body has reached the point of physical and sexual fatigue, where the prospect of orgasm seems almost painful, yet you are so ripe, so in need of release that you push on. I can feel her body begin to shake, starting at the top of her spine and progressing to her abdomen, her ass, her legs. F. holds her pace and Bettie begins to come once again, this time more forceful than the last. I jump to my feet to prevent Bettie from collapsing off the table and catch her just in time. F. reaches up and strokes Betties hair as she comes in seemingly endless waves. The two of us continue to support Bettie until she catches her breath and is able to stand on her own.
We exchange a series of mutual thank yous and people come up to us and tell us how hot our scene was. It is then I learn that this was the first time any of us had played with one another and I am impressed that weve pulled it off as well as we did. I know I played a big role in the scene much bigger than a relative newcomer like me could ever hope for but in a way, I feel undeserving, as if people are congratulating me for starring in a school play when all Ive done was opened and closed the curtains.
After Ive changed into appropriate civilian attire and gather my belongings, I help myself to some water and say my good-byes to the folks in the antechamber. It is a bit odd, although somewhat comforting, to become so intimate with people and then not see them for at least an entire month until the next party or sometimes, never again.
As I walk out into the crisp early morning air, two women who seemed especially interested in my scenes, but too timid to join in, despite my urging, followed me out. So, you come alone and leave alone? We thought you were with those women, one of them poses to me quizzically.
I turn around and shrug my shoulders. Nope. I dont really know any of them. I guess thats the beauty of it, I reply with an increased air of confidence I dont remember having a mere four hours ago and walk on.
Im not sure whether its F.s role as the top in this scene, or her day job as one of the most highly sought-after sex educators in the City, or perhaps a little bit of both, that makes her order Bettie around in such a cool, yet dont fuck with me manner, but its highly effective. In fact, I am partly in awe and partly envious of F. and have to stave off urges to genuflect and beg her to teach me everything she knows. At the same time, I feel very lucky and very privileged to be invited to join her scene and am a little bit nervous that I might do something wrong.
I am uncertainif F. wants me to fuck Bettie with my strap-on or just my hand, so I prepare both just in case. F. coolly orders Bettie I want you to take off your dress, your bra and panties and your stockings but leave your shoes on. I am not sure if the last bit is because its just plain hot to fuck a woman wearing high heels and nothing else, or just for sanitary reasons (after all, this is a sex club). Bettie dutifully begins to strip, placing each piece of clothing on the chest- high bench behind me.
F. turns to me and says, I need you to find yourself some lube and some latex gloves. Not wanting to jeopardize my involvement in the scene, I jump at her command and scurry off on my safer-sex scavenger hunt.
When I return, latex gloves and plastic condiment cups of lubricant in hand, a crowd has already begun to gather around the space we are in. I set the lube and gloves down on the bench and hop up and take a seat and wait for further directives from F. From her toy bag (which is a tiger striped soft-sided make-up case), F. pulls out a set of gold-colored talons. She places one talon on each finger of her right hand and orders Bettie to bend over the padded table in front of her, so her ass and back are fully exposed. F. strokes her talon-fingered hand down the length of Betties spine and her back arches in approval. She alternates each stroke of her talons with a stroke of the flat of her left palm, and the strokes get harder with each pass. Bettie moans a series of low hmmmms in approval.
Curlicues of red scratches begin to form on Betties milky white back. Every so often, F. stops her stroking and checks in with Bettie to make sure she is okay. I cant tell from they way they are interacting if Bettie is someone who has played with F. before or not. At any rate, Betties curvaceous figure, creamy skin and long blue-black hair are a nice complement to F.s own long, dark hair and tall but equally curvy figure, swathed in a form-fitting PVC gown with lace-up sides.
F. removes the talons from her fingertips and hikes up the skirt of her gown to just above her knees. From her toy case, she pulls out a heavy burgundy flogger and I know she means business. F.s former Sir has told me that F. likes to take it very hard and although she is a switch, Ive never seen F. top anyone before and I am anxious to see if she dishes it out as hard as she takes it. Bettie is quivering, ever so slightly, in anticipation and I am sure she spies the flogger out of the corner of her eye.
With swift and sweeping arm motions, F. begins to gently flog Betties back and thighs, warming her skin for the harder flogging that is sure to come. Bettie is obedient and doesnt utter a single sound. Occasionally, F. intersperses her floggings with swift spanks to Betties full and ever reddening buttocks. I am close enough so that on each-follow-through, the flogger comes painfully close to me and I can feel the intensity of each swing.
When done by a seasoned professional, such as F., a flogging can be a visually beautiful event to watch. The long, sweeping arm motions, the resounding thwack each stroke makes on contact, the way the top crosses from side to side, alternating strokes, and the way the subs skin reddens in response it is almost hypnotic to watch. I start to space out, lulled by the flogging, but F.s smart smacks to Betties behind bring me back to reality and focus me on the task that awaits me. F. is flogging and spanking Bettie with full force now, and Bettie begins to cry out as blood wells up under the surface of the skin on her back.
F. reaches in between Betties thighs and sticks two gloved fingers inside her cunt. My, my, your little pussy is nice and wet now, isnt it? she taunts. F. turns to me and says, Our little slut is ready for a good fucking now. I hop down from my perch and slide my hands into a pair of latex gloves. F. steps to the left side of Bettie, grabbing a handful of her hair and giving it a good yank. Now you are going to let a total stranger fuck you. What do you think about that? F. coos.
I am a slut. Thats cause I am a slut, Bettie whimpers. F. grins menacingly.
I stand behind Betties upturned ass and dip two fingers into the cup of lube. I rub my fingers together to warm the lube and caress her ass with my left hand. I gently slide my two lubed fingers into her waiting cunt. She is wet. Very wet.
I begin to fuck her slowly and steadily with my right hand. I extend my pinky upwards so that each thrust causes it to rub against her rock hard clit. With my left hand, I stroke her spine, in part to steady myself as I begin to quicken my pace.
F. begins to spank Bettie again with swift, hard slaps to her shoulders and ass cheeks. The sheer force of her smacks is so great that it threatens to throw off my rhythm not to mention that a couple of swats come dangerously close to my arms. Occasionally, F. peers down at my hand inside Betties pussy and voices her approval. Youre a nice fucker, she says. And I cant figure out if she means I am nice in the sense of gentle or nice in the sense of you are doing a nice job. I figure she means these words as simple encouragement and I try not to let the pressure of doing the scene with someone of F.s caliber and fucking some chick I dont even know in front of an audience that I want to impress because they are all potential fucks get to me.
I wonder what our audience is thinking. Do they find this femme on femme on femme scene hot, or do we look like some sort of lesbian soft core porno a la Cinemax? I know this crowd most of the regulars anyhow is used to seeing butch/femme or boi/daddy scenes, so I wonder whats running through their heads. Certainly, we are dressed for the part F. in her PVC gown, me in my knee high boots, corset and PVC mini, and Bettie, with her flowing black mane and womanly curves we define femme for the fetish set.
Do you want her to play with your clit more? F. asks Bettie. Scarcely able to speak, Bettie gasps yes. Youd better ask her then, F. commands, taunting her even more.
Please play with my clit please, she stammers. I consider teasing her even more, but at this point, I cant even be that sadistic. I reach under her with my left hand and massage her slick clit with two fingers and keep up the pace in her cunt with my other hand. Shes wet and open, but I can barely fit my third finger inside her. F. must have noticed the look of consternation on my face because she reached down and spread Betties ass cheeks, holding them apart and affording me (and those standing at the back of the space) an unobstructed view of her tight asshole and my handing pumping in and out of her cunt. I am so tempted to lick the crack of her ass from the base of her spine down to her tight hole and catch myself just in time such oral contact is forbidden at play parties without the use of dental dams.
If she keeps this up, I am going to come, Bettie whines.
F. snaps at her sternly You need to ask her permission to come. Oh, the power This is better than holding the remote in a room full of guys on Superbowl Sunday.
M-may I come? She pleads. F. looks at me and nods.
Yes you may, I reply and quicken my pace inside her pussy. Bettie begins to buck against my hand in a series of pre-orgasmic contractions. I brace myself against her thigh as to not lose my rhythm inside of her or my grip on her clit.
Thats right, fuck her hand, F. coos.
I feel her cunt begin to contract around my fingers, the knuckles of which are now firmly entrenched in her pussy, thanks in no small part to her humping. With a gasp, Bettie stiffens and stands upright as she comes. I am almost grateful that it is over because my arm is beginning to tire, but F. has other plans.
You just keep fucking her were not done yet. F. presses Bettie back down over the bench.
I draw a deep breath and forge on. I am suddenly grateful for the cardio workouts Ive started doing recently because theres no way I wouldve lasted this long a month ago. I can feel sweat beginning to dampen my temples, but there I no way I am going to wimp out. With my left hand, I reach over and dip my fingers back in the lube cup and use them to apply lube to the fingers inside her, carefully timing the transfer of lube with an outward thrust. F. busies herself with twisting Betties nipples, slamming her body across hers, and spanking her ass cheeks and I realize why F.s specialty (among fisting and female ejaculation) is rough trade.
I turn my right hand over and with my fingers pointing towards her belly button, I aim for Betties G-spot. F. makes another positive comment about my technique and now I get why she is one of the most sought after sex educators in the City. I start thinking that perhaps I should sign-up for her next class at Toys In Babeland.
My arm is beginning to tire and F. knows it. I keep shifting my position in an attempt to ease the aching of my right forearm, but I know Ive hit my limit. Weve been going at it for over a half an hour, so I know that my stamina is nothing to scoff at. F. slides down off the bench and positions herself at my right hip. My hand still fucking Betties cunt, F. expertly slides two fingers in over mine and for a brief few seconds, I relish the sensation of both of our fingers being in Betties wanton cunt at the same time. I slide my fingers out, peel off my gloves, and stroke Betties hair and back while F. picks up where I left off.
Open up for me, let me in, F. commands. Just concentrate on your pussy. Concentrate on the sensation.
I know full well the point that Betties body is at where your body has reached the point of physical and sexual fatigue, where the prospect of orgasm seems almost painful, yet you are so ripe, so in need of release that you push on. I can feel her body begin to shake, starting at the top of her spine and progressing to her abdomen, her ass, her legs. F. holds her pace and Bettie begins to come once again, this time more forceful than the last. I jump to my feet to prevent Bettie from collapsing off the table and catch her just in time. F. reaches up and strokes Betties hair as she comes in seemingly endless waves. The two of us continue to support Bettie until she catches her breath and is able to stand on her own.
We exchange a series of mutual thank yous and people come up to us and tell us how hot our scene was. It is then I learn that this was the first time any of us had played with one another and I am impressed that weve pulled it off as well as we did. I know I played a big role in the scene much bigger than a relative newcomer like me could ever hope for but in a way, I feel undeserving, as if people are congratulating me for starring in a school play when all Ive done was opened and closed the curtains.
After Ive changed into appropriate civilian attire and gather my belongings, I help myself to some water and say my good-byes to the folks in the antechamber. It is a bit odd, although somewhat comforting, to become so intimate with people and then not see them for at least an entire month until the next party or sometimes, never again.
As I walk out into the crisp early morning air, two women who seemed especially interested in my scenes, but too timid to join in, despite my urging, followed me out. So, you come alone and leave alone? We thought you were with those women, one of them poses to me quizzically.
I turn around and shrug my shoulders. Nope. I dont really know any of them. I guess thats the beauty of it, I reply with an increased air of confidence I dont remember having a mere four hours ago and walk on.
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