Chapter 2
Marianne Summers fumed at her girlfriend, Desiree Colbert. She had abandoned her investigative report on that notorious escort service, Companions Unlimited, only to have Desiree take a phone call. Marianne had written for hours and longed for a little action. Writing about sex had gotten to her. Hearing various women divulge pleasure they received from highly skilled lovers sent her into a frenzy. Marianne, however, generally chose women-like Desiree-to furnish her that sort of relief.
She couldn't remember the last time she permitted a man to touch her. Marianne didn't normally crave straight sex. The masculine lovers of her experience tended to be selfish and neglected her in bed.
Marianne was pleased to have found someone such as Desiree, an exotic Jamaican, to physically enjoy. Seldom did her mate fail to engender utter bliss. Marianne met Desiree while vacationing in the Bahamas. That magnificent bronze body came under intense scrutiny before Marianne summoned the courage to accost her. She not only found Desiree approachable, but of the same sexual persuasion. She supplied her hours of unimagined splendor-so much so that Marianne invited her to accompany her on the plane and share her home. Desiree gladly accepted.
Desiree adapted to American life far too quickly to suit Marianne. She made fast friends with others and developed an appetite for phone sex. Desiree loved to dial the 900 numbers and masturbate-sometimes forcing Marianne to listen. Marianne discouraged her flagrant abuse, explaining that her salary as a tabloid reporter did not permit such extravagance. Desiree gave casual treatment to Marianne's lectures, and usually ended them with her tongue. Desire's curling tip silenced Marianne with brutal accuracy. The phone calls usually got Desiree so horny anyway, Marianne didn't complain much.
Marianne aimed for success in her probe of Companions Unlimited. She had been a tabloid writer at Snitch for eight years and never achieved the status some of the others on staff enjoyed. She had been scooped one too many times in the past-unvaryingly the one who uncovered the last piece a day" late. Her coverage of celebrity divorces, budding romances and skeletons in the closet wasn't always current.
Marianne had been on the outlook for a fresh story when the details of an exclusive escort service came to her attention. Only women with vast financial resources were able to afford its men. The organization catered to the privileged, and generally took referrals with extreme caution. It had been explained that the men were actually professional models who posed for quality magazines, but Marianne had found nothing to substantiate that premise. Marianne suspected that those credentials were fabricated and prepared to blow the lid off the lucrative operation.
Her editor, Lucille, suggested she impersonate a potential client and worm her way into the inner workings of Companions Unlimited.
Lucille, unaware of Marianne's sexual orientation, offered to have Snitch finance the venture, providing she gave a "sell-out issue" account of her wild experience with one of the escorts. Marianne wasn't keen on spreading her legs for a blockbuster story, but with her livelihood at stake, she accepted the challenge.
Besides, she rationalized, the money would keep her and Desiree in sheets for months to come.
Marianne glared at Desiree, who was stretched out on the bed with the phone crooked beneath her head and shoulder and their high-speed vibrator at her pussy. That goddamn phone! She was on it-again! Desiree and her costly habit were going to have to wrap! Marianne had no intention of subsidizing her little addiction on a long-term basis. Her bills were totally outrageous.
"You should hear what's going on," Desiree related. "The girl on the line is doing a three-way with two guys."
"I don't give a shit. Hang up."
"Come on, baby. Pick up the extension and listen. It's really getting me hot."
Desiree had the ability to sweet talk Marianne. She could be absolutely pissed with the girl, and find herself madly in lust the very next moment. Against her better judgment, Marianne reached for the other phone and listened.
"Oh, God!" exclaimed a female voice. "I was sitting on Brian's cock when Marty just crammed himself into my ass. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. I love getting fucked by two men. Both dicks are so hard. Oh, yes. I'll bet you wish you were here. Don't you want some of that, baby?"
The sound of harsh breathing in the background supported her story. Marianne couldn't conceive of receiving double cock, particularly since it wasn't to her liking. The girl panting on the phone, however, was entirely a different story. The one thing that inspired her and Desiree was the excitement of the women; her gasps tickled their toes and got their juices going.
Marianne's cunt ached for Desiree's mouth. That girl knew how to lick her into a frenzy. She had already cum once before, while they lazed in bed. Desiree made her clit throb with that smooth, sure stroke. She was about to return the favor and lap her into paradise, but Desiree would have none of it. She kept on sucking her pussy, building that weakness that engulfed Marianne until ecstasy occurred.
Desiree flashed Marianne a sexy smile that told her to be patient. The girl on the phone had caused her nipples to swell. Desiree touched herself with the vibrator and slightly threw back her head.
"They're fucking me so hard!" the girl wailed on the extension. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm going to cum!"
Marianne slid a finger to her clit and began jiggling. Oh, yeah! Her pussy oozed with delight. A shiver raced up her spine. Marianne arched her back and threw her thighs apart while attempting to bewitch Desiree. She preferred to be eaten above listening to phone sex. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
Desiree caught the sounds Marianne made and turned to her. Marianne knew it got her attention. Marianne saw the lust in her eyes along with a glimpse of tongue dampening her lips.
Marianne traced the soft, damp flesh between her legs. She wove her fingers through her thick, dark thatch. Her thumb made delicious contact with her clit. She rubbed it slowly, provoking an intoxicating moisture.
"Jesus," Marianne whispered, overcome by the heat generated. She placed demand on her upper back muscles as she pushed her snatch high. She wanted to furnish Desiree with the full view. Marianne rotated her hips and moaned. In her mind, she pictured Desiree slurping her cunt. She saw her tongue weave over her juicy snatch, gleaning the lips of their husky succulence. Marianne watched Desiree's head bob as she devoured her, consuming the nectar that seeped from her cunt hole. "More, yeah. Suck me, eat it." Marianne was totally aroused by that fantasy. The extension slipped from her grasp and fell to the bed. Marianne had no desire to listen to somebody else getting off-not when she yearned to be recipient of Desiree's pleasure-giving tongue.
Desiree was adamantly nodding and attempting to conclude her phone call. Even though it appeared as though she was going to hang up, the girl on the other end must have gotten her horny again and kept Desiree on the line. Desiree massaged herself with the vibrator, hissing air through clenched teeth. Marianne giggled to herself. Desiree was a slave to her own desires. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. She wondered if Desiree was going to get to her before she creamed against her jiggling finger.
Marianne flipped onto her knees, baring her ass in her direction. Marianne continued to finger herself, gyrating to an unheard beat. She felt juice dribble down her thigh. Oh, Christ, she thought, almost numb from the tingling rush. She was really getting herself wet.
Marianne swung her big tits against the black satin sheets, almost swooning from the sweet crackle when her erect nipples brushed them. Ohhhhhhhhhhh! She cupped one of her tits and squeezed it, pretending it was Desiree who fondled her. Marianne licked her fingertips, then swirled saliva over the nipple. It felt so good.
Marianne dropped her head to the mattress, her cheek flattened against the sheets. She let out tiny mewls as she resumed her hot cunt massage. She bucked her ass, keeping it elevated, swaying from Desiree's exclusive benefit. Tickling enjoyment washed through her. Marianne stuck a finger into her soaked crevice. It felt so incredible, her mind went blank. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. She began to pump it in and out, warming it for Desiree's tongue. Faster and faster, Marianne fucked herself with her finger. She couldn't stop-it was too incredible. Creamy sounds echoed between her legs.
"Oh, God, I'm going cum!" Marianne moaned, ready for it. Her body temperature rose to a boiling pitch. Her finger sped to release her from this agitated state. She shivered in delicious agony, going with the flow.
Before Marianne was able to achieve orgasm on her own, Desiree got her hands on her. Marianne was too involved with pleasuring herself to know she had gotten off the phone. Quickly, Desiree displaced her finger with her rapid-fire tongue and sucked her pussy. The change in texture and sensation was startling-and exhilarating. Marianne cried out as Desiree's limber tip probed her juicy snatch, then slurped its way back to her hot clit. God! The limits of her sanity were tested with each deepening stroke. Desiree knew precisely how to bring her to swift climax. Her excited dabs drove her insane with desire. Marianne felt her breath on her ass, whispering along the insides of her thighs, as Desiree gobbled her. Marianne whimpered, her knees buckling with each successive lashing. She was lightheaded with joy while her flesh undulated.
They made the water bed pitch from one extreme to the next with their frenzied action. It was a good thing neither of them were susceptible to motion sickness-they were in rare form.
"Why couldn't you listen? That girl got me sopping wet," Desiree admonished in a breathless tone.
"You've got the real thing, right in your mouth," Marianne moaned just before Desiree buried her face in her snatch. "Ohhhhhhhhh.
Make me cum. Please, make me cum with your mouth and tongue. Eat it, baby, suck my pussy. Oh, yeah. You know how I like it."
From the momentum shown by Desiree's fast tip, she had definite intentions of complying. She lavished Marianne with abundant spittle, propelled by an eager, heat-seeking tongue. Her cunt lips were thoroughly cleaned by her flurry of licks. She repeatedly delved into her pink flesh until Marianne begged her not to stop, not even for a moment's hesitation. Marianne rocked her pussy to her face, shaking as never before. Her slurps had her heated up. Marianne wanted nothing to break her fever. She curved her spine in an effort to maintain their connection, though it was cumbersome to her lower back muscles. Her saliva was like molten lava, searing her with its steamy drip. Her clit was recipient of her vibrant slurps, driving her heels and elbows further into the bed.
The urge to cum was upon Marianne. Prolonging these dizzying sensations was futile; they were quickly reaching a conclusion.
"Yes, baby," Marianne panted. "Eat me, sink that hot tongue into my pussy. Lick me, devour me, ohhhhhhhhhh!"
Orgasm stole her breath. With Desiree in charge, it could be nothing less. The willingness and determination spent had her pulse racing. Marianne almost threw her back as she shuddered, gulping air and forcing herself to maintain position.
Desiree continued with her meal, gobbling her to the very end. Her clit was swollen and throbbing.
Marianne finally collapsed onto her stomach. The hot tickle of Desiree's tongue followed her as she rolled back and forth, still quivering with orgasm. She did a sensational job of depleting her of strength. Marianne was exhausted, cum-ming like that.
"Whew!" she mentioned softly. "I'm wiped out-but sure glad you didn't quit on me. Ohhhhhhhhh. That was really great head."
"I enjoyed myself," Desiree purred, snuggling up to her. She massaged her shoulders, then gravitated to her ass. "You're a treat to have, Marianne. Mmmmmmmmmmm. Better than phone sex."
Marianne drank in her buxom presence. Desiree was equally voluptuous. Her plush black hair flowed past rounded shoulders, usually requiring the services of a comb or headband to tame its rebellious curl. Desiree loved to fling her hair wildly over Marianne's stomach when she ate her. Its tickling thrash against her skin made Marianne wet. And those cool, blue eyes, sparkling even in the poorest of light, Marianne considered sexy. She had "fuck me" eyes-in addition to a pair of lips that were created for sucking. They were full, sensual lips. Occasionally, Marianne imagined what it would be like if she were a man and had Desiree blow her. Marianne quivered at the idea. She thought if those lips had grabbed her cock for more than a few seconds, Marianne would be overtaken by the impulse to shoot hot cum all over her face.
They made quite a pair. Marianne was tall, svelte and utterly delicious. Desiree pronounced her voluptuously statuesque. Marianne barely made it into a forty-two D cup. Her tits were definitely her calling card. They bounced like oversized grapefruits, two delightfully huge globes, more than the hand could manage. Those interesting curves were emphasized by her tapering waist-a mere twenty-eight inches that slightly widened at her hips. Her ass, Marianne admitted, was quite sensational. Her legs, too, received second glances; they were long, sleek and wrapped sweetly around just about anybody's head.
Marianne tried not to be too conscious of her looks. At another time of her life, she could have gotten a number of attractive men. The problem, however, had been the mistreatment of some. Marianne had had a boyfriend named Doug, who reminded her every time they fucked how gorgeous she was. He'd say it over and over like a broken record, "You're a babe, a fantasy. God, Marianne, I can't believe I'm fucking the most beautiful woman on the planet." He loved her eyes, especially the way they glazed over while he pumped her with cock. He'd practically devour her lips, making her feel as though she were the most important person in his universe. It was during a time in which Marianne liked men and loved to wrap her legs around them.
Marianne shook thoughts of Doug from her mind. She didn't want to spoil a wonderful evening with Desiree dwelling on the past. An unfortunate past that was best forgotten.
She nuzzled Desiree's neck. "Mmmmmmmm. How would you like me to return the favor?"
"Sounds nice."
"Yeah." Marianne's heart pounded.
Just as Desiree slid onto her back, Marianne enveloped her with her arms. She fondled Desiree's tits while nibbling on her neck. Desiree liked to be taken abruptly, savoring surprise. Some of the hottest sex they'd had was spontaneous in nature, where they permitted instinct to lead them. Desiree's head snapped back while she molded herself to Marianne's anxious form.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she sighed, giddy from her touch.
"You're so soft," Marianne murmured. "I love to feel your tits."
Desiree moved about furiously. She turned, grazing Marianne's pussy with her ass. The brush of her pubes to her sweet flesh was responsible for Desiree's shiver. Marianne reached around to cup her snatch. Desiree let out a gasp as Marianne squeezed it. Marianne immediately located her clit and began to stroke it.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, God," she choked, overcome by the sensation. Her effort to stimulate her amounted to wet fingertips. Juice trickled from her pussy. Her flair for erotic massage attributed to her inflamed reaction. Desiree preferred Marianne's touch to anyone else's. She claimed Marianne could sexually satisfy her as no other person had-including a man. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
Marianne broadened her massage to offer maximum benefit. Desiree's cunt lips sucked at her tips. Marianne was tempted to shove one into her, but resisted the inclination. Not yet. Marianne mouthed her neck, feeding it hot breath and saliva. Marianne flicked her nipple, letting it spring to life. Its hard, bulging quality made her woozy. Marianne wanted to whirl her around and suck it. Instead, Marianne pushed up against her ass and wiped her moist pussy. Her clit slipped over her soft, curvy flesh in a wake of an electric current. Desiree made Marianne want to cum by rubbing her cunt against her butt.
"You're really hot tonight, aren't you, baby?" Desiree moaned.
"I'm hot for you. Hot and bothered."
Marianne plunged her finger into Desiree's pussy. She trembled as she sank into layers of juicy pulp.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Desiree spasmed, locked in her arms. Her ass rocked against her mound, driving her over the edge. The powerful charge experienced in her snatch was a fiery assault. Marianne found the energy to continue pumping her with her digit, demanding she prolong her orgasm. They both trembled together, their bodies slick with sweat.
Marianne still quivered, unsure of recovering from those last few moments. Each session with Desiree, Marianne learned, was transitional. No matter how exhausting their last round of sex was, their abounding lust enabled them a desire to pursue more pleasure.
Marianne grabbed the vibrator Desiree had been using and brought it into position. To facilitate her little fuckmate's stimulation, she required assistance.
Desiree gasped as the humming tip trailed over her nipples. She received its vibrant barrage in shivering splendor. Desiree smoothed it over her nipples, around her tits, creating a string of delightful jolts. Each burst accentuated the tingles that radiated through her pleasure-hungry flesh.
"It feels so much better when you're operating it," Desiree confessed.
"I love watching you get turned on," Marianne said. She grinned as Desiree jerked from the vibrator's application. Marianne caressed her nipples, making them deliciously stiff. They stretched toward her like swollen nuggets. Marianne kneaded her tits as passionately as Desiree had hers. They were incredibly soft and squeezeable.
"Oh, yeah," Desiree moaned. "Feels good. Mmmmmmmmmm." She reached for her pussy. "You like my tits. You like working them with your hands. Please, play with them. Rub my nipples."
While encouraging her, Desiree took command of the vibrator. She steered it over Marianne's moist cunt. The buzzing end made her clit hum. Desiree stroked her with the power tool and her thumb. Marianne rocked, fed by its pleasurable vibrations. She could have easily climaxed had she permitted Desiree to proceed in that fashion. Marianne had already cum several times-once unintentionally, but each explosive. Now Marianne longed for the chance to tongue Desiree. Marianne wanted to make her sweat and moan and cream in her face.
Without preliminary, Marianne traveled the length of her partner's body. Desiree's fingers swept from her snatch, up her tits and rested on her shoulders. Ravenously, Marianne seized her thighs and pulled them apart. Her flesh was warm, inviting.
Marianne stared lustfully at her pussy. Desiree's dark thatch beckoned for her mouth. Marianne opened her cunt lips, pinning them with her thumbs. Her juicy pink flesh made her pulse jump. Marianne let out her tongue and slurped it. Her pussy had the taste of honey-rich and satisfying.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she moaned from above. "Ohhhhhh, oh, baby, yes. More. Go deep. Swallow what I've got. Stroke me with that hot tongue. Warm me up with your sweet licks." She swayed to and fro, never wandering far. She knew her plan and welcomed it.
Marianne curled her tip and probed her succulent folds. Desiree oozed her excitement on her tongue. Marianne was quick to lap the excess, steadily lapping the ample supply of nectar. Mmmmmmm. Marianne loved Desiree's flavor, feeling as though Marianne could never have enough. She ate her slowly, savoring the juice that flowed from her pussy.
Marianne watched her clit expand before her eyes, but delayed attacking it. She perceived her need to be licked there, but it would only make her cum fast. Marianne was prepared to pleasure her at length before turning up the flame of desire a few degrees.
"Eat me, baby," she urged with a thrust of her hips. "Go ahead, suck me. Suck my pussy, lick my clit. Come on, eat it."
She grasped her head, forcing her mouth over her swollen love button. Marianne gave it a light slurp, withholding her passion.
"Suck it," she panted, smearing her face with her hot drippings. "Now, there, ohhhhhhhhhhh!"
Marianne managed to slip her tongue inside her pussy. Desiree trembled as Marianne dove into it, burying her face between her legs. Marianne didn't think she was equipped to handle it, for she exhaled sharply and slammed heavily against the bed. Those choked sobs afterward convinced her. In any event, she favored her approach. Getting fucked by a tongue probably ranked highest among her fantasies. Marianne reamed her cunt hole, dragging her tongue through the tight enclosure. Marianne saw her nails claw the sheets. Marianne had her shaking, stricken with a fever that climbed with each assaulting lick.
"Yes, oh, yes, tongue-fuck me, baby. Sink it into my snatch. Faster, harder. Ohhhhhhhhh!" Desiree gasped, slamming her cunt into her face. At this point, she wanted all she could get.
Things got progressively out of control. Marianne ate her feverishly without detaching her lips. She rubbed them against her snatch so tightly her thumbs weren't necessary. She stayed open for her-wild and delirious-surrendering to the onslaught of her creative slurps.
"Yes," Desiree panted. "Gulp down my juices, suck my clit. See how hot you've gotten me? Yes, baby, eat me, ohhhhhhhhhh, eat me!"
Sweat poured from their wriggling bodies, but they were oblivious to it. Their ecstasy was all-consuming. Marianne passionately fed upon her juices. She wanted desperately to make Desiree cum.
Marianne felt her nails rake into her scalp, guiding her in Desiree's frenzy. Gladly, Marianne accepted instruction. Her cunt lips were filled with flavor, waiting to be lapped clean. Mmmmmm. Marianne gave her her tongue, slicing into her uppermost regions. Her cries drove her onward. Marianne was going to suck the Jamaican goddess to orgasm.
"Oh, God," she choked, thrusting her snatch. "Keep doing that, don't stop. Please, don't stop." Her breath was ragged, her voice worn. Desiree was close-Marianne could tell.
Marianne bore down, licking her into a stupor. Several more seconds of concentrated licking jarred her senses. Her flesh sweltered under the force of her tongue. Marianne pushed her nose into her dense thatch, driven by its husky aroma. Marianne never once relented in her pace, flicking at her clit until Marianne felt her weaken, then grow numb. Her tremors were rich and abundant.
"Ohhhhhh, I'm cumming!" Desiree squealed. "I'm cumming, cumming!"
Desiree undulated for what seemed an eternity. Her cries escalated in pitch, matching the snap of her hips. Marianne lapped her mound tenderly until her contractions eased. Leisurely, she lapped the remnants of her pussy juice while Desiree stroked her head. For the moment, they were spent of their passion.
"That was so good, baby," Desiree told her, sighing. "You made me cum so hard."
"Better than phone sex?" Marianne teased.
"Much better."
Marianne was glad to hear that. While they lazed together, her attention returned to her project at hand: doing an expose on Companions Unlimited. She would call them the next day to arrange an escort.
She wondered at Desiree's reaction to her latest tabloid crusade. Knowing her sex-crazed partner, she'd want her share of the action.