Date: Fri, 11 Jul 2008 07:57:49 -0700 From: Miranda Mars Subject: Laura's Story -- An Interracial Lesbian Romance -- by Miranda Mars -- Chapter 31 Laura's Story -- An Interracial Lesbian Romance -- by Miranda Mars -- Chapter 31 Of course, the major difficulty was that she saw Yvette at work every day. It was not like it had been with Rina or Karen, who worked in different parts of the company, and whom she had seen only seldom. Yvette was there every day, and somehow the long evening of fucking they had spent together had done nothing to slake their thirst for each other. On the very first day back, Yvette pulled Laura aside in the corridor. "My boss is on a trip to New York," she whispered. "His office is empty. Come on." Laura glanced furtively up and down the hall. "Someone will see us." "Just join me there in ten minutes. It's 4GH, the corner office." She winked. Laura's pulse raced. She realized her cunt was even wet. Just whispering with Yvette in the hallway aroused her wildly. But it was so risky, meeting this way at work. Still, she couldn't stop herself. Five minutes later she was knocking on the door of 4GH. She glanced around, but there was, thank god, no one in sight. Yvette opened the door and let her in. She shut the door and locked it. "God, it's so risky," Laura said. "No one will know. I have the key." They began kissing even in the midst of talking. They were both dressed in expensive clothes but began rapidly undressing each other anyway. Laura had Yvette's silk blouse open down her back in seconds. She freed the last button, pulled it down, then pulled Yvette's bra straps down from her shoulders, quickly freeing the girl's perfect upswept breasts. She filled her hands with them, dropping her head quickly. "Ohhhh!" Yvette gasped as Laura's lips closed over one of her thick, bulging black nipples. "God . . . bite it!" she whimpered. Laura bit the swollen bulb gently, and Yvette's knees sagged. She was so close to a climax that she nearly came standing up. "God . . . Laura, I'm going to come!" she gasped. "Ohhh! God, bite it again." "We can't do it right here by the door," Laura whispered. "What if somebody walks by?" "I know." "Quick. Over here." Laura drew her over to the leather sofa beside the huge executive's desk. They sank into the spongy brown cushions and Laura slid down to her knees on the floor, pushing up Yvette's skirt and pulling down her panties. She skimmed them completely off, over Yvette's white sneakers, then fell on the girl's beautiful, long, perfectly-shaped wet pussy with her mouth, tonguing and sucking it until Yvette spilled over in a sharp orgasm. "Annggnn! Oh!" she panted, biting her own forearm to stop the involuntary sounds, and whinnying frantically as hot spasm after spasm of ecstacy shook her body. "Oh baby . . . oh baby!" Laura murmured, moving up again, sucking Yvette's nipples and fucking her with two fingers, quickly bringing her to another quivering climax. "Auunggghh!" Yvette groaned, coming sharply again. Still groggy from her two orgasms, she got her hand under Laura's skirt, bringing it up between Laura's thighs, while kissing Laura heatedly at the same time. Both girls were like animals in heat, paying no heed to their expensive business clothes or the fact that they were fucking in the boss's office, on his sofa. Laura's eyes rolled up as Yvette slid two fingers under the elastic of her panties and into her soupy cunt. She helped Yvette get her own blouse unbuttoned, then moaned softly as Yvette nearly ripped off her bra and devoured Laura's breasts. It was like a rape. Yvette's mouth and hands mauled Laura's naked breasts, bringing her to the edge of a sharp orgasm in just seconds. She was panting and whimpering uncontrollably as Yvette quickly sank to the floor, pushing up Laura's skirt, pulling down her panties, pressing her lips against the glistening wet lips of Laura's throbbing pussy. Laura had experienced wildly exciting sex many times, but it was different this time. The risk was so great that it somehow increased the excitement a hundred times. She understood why Yvette had gone off twice like a firecracker as she felt herself coming too, from the merest touch of Yvette's lips against her pussy. A hot, startling, shooting orgasm pierced her body, and she turned her face against the sofa cushions to muffle her loud cries of ecstacy. "Ohhnnnnggg! Ungggmmmpphh!" she groaned, twisting and churning as the climax wrenched her flesh. She lay back, gasping and panting, while Yvette embraced her and kissed her. "I love you, Laura," she murmured. "I love you." "Ohhh!" Laura sighed again as Yvette's mouth fastened on one of her nipples, sucking hard. Yvette's hand slid back down between Laura's thighs. Her fingers scissored Laura's clit, bringing on another quick seizure of coming that left Laura stunned and and mewling with the aftershocks of pleasure as she regained her breath. They both lay in their disheveled clothes on the leather sofa, shocked by the recklessness of their passion, and overcome by their hot, uncontrollable need for each other. Yvette's eyes smoked with desire. Laura knew that neither of them had had enough. They wanted to keep fucking, but it was too dangerous. Sooner or later, one of them would cry out too loudly, a sharp cry of bliss that would be heard outside the closed door. But they couldn't keep their hands off each other. "I want to make you come again," Yvette whispered. "You came so hard." "It's so dangerous." "I wouldn't let my husband touch me, you know," Yvette said, her black eyes glistening, murky with sexual excitement. "I told him I was sick. All I could think about was fucking with you again." She kissed Laura heatedly. Laura was already aroused and didn't have any trouble responding, even though she was scared. We could lose our jobs, she thought. But god, sex with her is so thrilling. "I want to fuck you again," Yvette whispered. "Tonight. After work." "No. Now." Reluctantly, Laura let Yvette undress her. Carefully, the girl removed Laura's skirt, her silk blouse, and unfastened her half-removed bra. Except for her stockings, Laura was naked. She looked down at them. "God, leave them on," Yvette panted. "It's so sexy with them on. Your legs are so beautiful." Laura nearly melted under Yvette's hot gaze. It was so exciting to have someone want her as much as Yvette did. Her body quivered involuntarily as Yvette's hands roamed over her flesh. "I want to suck your nipples, but I don't want you to come yet," Yvette murmured. "You have to try not to come, not until I let you." "Okay," Laura smiled, lying back and letting Yvette have her way. "Just don't suck them too hard." "Or bite?" Yvette grinned. "I'll come." "I know." Yvette caressed and kissed and sucked Laura's sensitive breasts until Laura was ready to scream. After two or three minutes of it, she was twisting, squirming, her muscles clenching, soft, desperate moaning coming from her throat. "Oh god, honey, I need it," she moaned to Yvette. "Ohhhnnn . . . oh god, honey, I need it, I need it." But Yvette had learned her lessons well, learned them from Laura. She turned to other parts of Laura's tense body, caressing Laura's thighs above the line of her stockings, teasing her, making Laura want to feel the girl's lips on her pussy, her tongue there. Laura panted and twisted frantically, cupping her own breasts--still wet with Yvette's warm saliva, her nipples erect--in her own hands and squeezing them sharply. When Yvette's mouth finally reached the wet, puckering slit of Laura's inflamed cunt, Laura nearly cried out with hot ecstatic excitement. Again she turned her face into the pillows, whimpering as her hips churned frantically, pushing her cunt up into the girl's mouth. "Oh god . . . oh god!" she panted. "I love you, Laura," Yvette said again as she stroked Laura's swollen clit with her tongue, bringing Laura expertly to a shockingly fierce climax. Her face torn with ecstacy, her body arched and shuddering wildly, Laura bit off her own screams deep in her throat and came in torrents. She could not believe how she could let herself have such a total, shattering orgasm when only a thin wall separated her from discovery by her fellow workers. And even Yvette seemed stunned by the power of Laura's climax. "God, are you okay?" she asked, kissing Laura, trying to bring her back from the daze she was left in. Laura blinked away the tears and finally regained her breath. "Yes. You didn't tell me you were going to make me come like that." "I would every time if I could." "I might not survive many more." Now they dressed quickly, helping one another straighten their clothes and smooth out the wrinkles. "I guess you might just call us two impetuous sex maniacs," Laura grinned. "After work?" Yvette asked. "At your place?" "What about your little girl?" She was sorry as soon as she said it. Yvette looked very guilty. "I . . . I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean---" "No. It's all right. I forget everything when it comes to you. Everything." "Won't they start to get suspicious?" Yvette pouted. "You don't want me to come over?" Laura kissed her passionately. "I never get enough of fucking you," she whispered huskily. "I want to fuck you again, here, right now." "I'll just tell him I'll be a little late, Laura," Yvette said, her eyes glistening and throbbing. "I've got to have you again. We don't have to spend all night." But it was two a.m. before Yvette left Laura's apartment. The two girls were insatiable. Not even stopping for dinner, they fucked until they could hardly sit up. Laura had two more orgasms to match the one she had had earlier in the day, seizures of pleasure that left her whimpering and gasping, stunned and astonished by paroxysms of intense bliss. And Yvette had even more. She seemed to be searching for the limits of her body's ability to experience sexual pleasure, now that she had found Laura, who was an expert at coaxing the most excruciating ecstacies from Yvette's flesh. Laura counted at least six of Yvette's orgasms as the transcendant kind that nearly made you black out. "You can't blame me for loving you," Yvette confessed to her softly, during one pause. "Nobody ever made me come the way you do. It feels like I'm going to pass out." But somehow Yvette's professions of love only made Laura uncomfortable. It wasn't that she didn't feel the same way about Yvette. Although something in her had died with Rina, she knew she wouldn't want to live now without Yvette. But Yvette had a child, and a husband. She loved to fuck with Laura, but could that replace her family? Could you give up your little girl, just because you and I fuck really good together? And Laura couldn't help thinking of Karen, and even Lenda, though she didn't know if she and Lenda would ever make love again. She wasn't necessarily a sex addict, but she didn't like the thought of not fucking with Karen. After all, Yvette was discovering her body's capacity for pleasure, but she hadn't even dreamed of the things Karen and Laura had done together. She sometimes felt like she would pass out when coming, but Laura had actually lost consciousness twice while Lenda was thigh-raping her. But for sheer exhausting fucking, no one could top Yvette. The girl had stamina. Laura had long ago stopped counting her orgasms, but it was all still new to Yvette, who tallied seven or eight, with six near blackouts. And by the time she left, at 2 a.m., both could barely walk. Yvette took a quick shower, so that she wouldn't smell like sex to her husband, and Laura, unable to stop herself, fucked the wet, glistening, beautiful girl once more on the floor of the bathtub before letting her go. "You see why I love you," Yvette whispered at the door. "I never know what you're going to do to me. Nobody ever fucked me in the shower before." "You better just let that man screw you a few times so he doesn't get suspicious," Laura whispered, lightly squeezing Yvette's fantastic ass one last time. "Won't you be jealous?" Yvette teased. Laura blushed. She realized that she would be jealous. His hands on her body, Yvette's wonderful, smooth, supple black body. Yvette could see her consternation. "You would be, I can see it," she whispered to Laura. "Don't worry. I belong to you now." They kissed once more, and Yvette left. And the following day, Laura met Rob as she was leaving work. Her affair with Yvette had so preoccupied her feelings and thoughts that she was surprised to feel a hot prickliness and instant wetness in her pussy when he grabbed her elbow. "Hello, stranger," he said. "Rob. Gosh, hi." "Join me for a cocktail?" Laura felt so reckless and dirty to be so direct with him. "Why waste time when we know what will happen," she said coyly. "I can fix you a drink at my place." He smiled. "Sounds like a plan." He drove her there, and she turned over the vodka to him while she changed. She couldn't believe her sexual excitment as she put on a very provocative lace teddy, one she had worn only once, for Karen, who had nearly eaten her alive and almost ripped it up in her eagerness to get it off. Remembering that time, and knowing what was going to happen in a few minutes with Rob, made her cunt throb and flow. The thought of Yvette was very far from her mind. I guess I'm not a lesbian, after all, she thought. Rob had removed his tie and had drinks ready for both of them when she returned. When he saw the champagne-colored lace teddy, which clung to her perfect breasts, showing shadowy hints of her large soft nipples, he nearly dropped his glass. "Laura," he said, swallowing, "how can anybody keep his hands off you?" She smiled. "You like it." He caressed her cheek, then kissed her mouth. Laura responded quickly. Rob was a good lover, and she knew some very high-quality screwing was in store. She also knew, from before, that he was intrigued by her sexual ambiguity, that it heightened his lust for her. He slipped his hands under the lacy fabric, running them all over her naked body, stopping at her breasts, cupping them, then squeezing them, then trying to pull off the teddy. Laura interrupted their kiss. "The only other person to take this off me almost tore it," she whispered to him. "I had to spank her." Rob's eyes widened, and he grinned. "She couldn't fuck you as hard as I can, because she doesn't have one of these," he said, taking Laura's hand and dropping it to his crotch, where she felt the coiled power of his huge, jumping penis under his pants. "No . . . she didn't," Laura said, solemnly. She frenched his ear. "But she made me come about twelve times," she whispered, taunting him. "In a row." Now he lifted the lace teddy very carefully over her head. "I forgot about you and your girlfriends," he smiled. "Maybe the three of us should get together some time." "Mmmmm, you think you could handle us both at once?" she teased. "I wouldn't mind giving it a shot," he said. "God, I also forgot how gorgeous you are. You have an all-world body, Laura." "She likes it too," she winked at him, then gasped as he nearly swallowed one of her aching nipples. "Auuggnnhh!" He sucked her roughly, kneading her breast with his fingers at the same time, arousing Laura wildly. But the instant his mouth freed her nipple she sank to her knees and tore at his belt buckle. She knew that if she let him continue, he would be fucking her in seconds, and she would lose this chance to take his huge monster of a cock into her mouth. "I want to suck you too, you know," she murmured, freeing his cock from his underwear, pulling him down with her onto the sofa. She had forgotten herself the unnatural hugeness of his organ, a truly gigantic cock that stood hard and magnificently tall, about ten pile-driving inches, and was nearly as thick as a salame. First, knowing how men loved it, she held his twitching meat between her breasts, smothering it with them, rolling them over it, squeezing the iron-hard shaft between the smooth, warm globes. Then she took it into her mouth and toyed with the swollen head of his prick for several minutes, licking and sucking him until Rob was groaning and panting uncontrollably. Finally, when she knew that any more sucking would bring on a premature explosion, she stopped and looked up expectantly at him. "You want to go for the hard stuff first and then taper off into gentler territory?" he asked. "Or do you want to start slow and build up to the kinky stuff as we go along?" "What a mind reader," Laura smiled. Her body quivered with wild sexual excitement. She wanted to immolate herself on his massive prick, to feel its hardness probing and piercing her body, to shriek with the unimaginable ecstacies it would produce in her. "I want you to fuck me in the ass first," she murmured, looking at him hotly. "Tie you up?" "You can tie my wrists to the bed," she said softly. "And these." With the backs of her hands she slightly lifted her naked breasts. "You can suck the one you forgot after you tie them up," she pouted playfully, though nearly unable to control her shaking at the thought of what she was inviting him to do to her. Since they had done this once before, it didn't take long for Rob to have her breasts looped with rope and her hands tied to the bedstand. Laura was completely vulnerable, on her back, looking up at him with fear and crazy lust, her breasts throbbing, her large nipples flaring, bulging, shiny and dark with engorged blood. Rob squatted between her splayed thighs, swabbing his enormous cock with K-Y jelly. "You want me to put something in your mouth?" he asked, kindly. "You might scream." "You mean when you stick that huge thing in my bottom?" Laura said. "I'll do worse than scream." "You love it," he said. "I know. Gag me. Please." Rob was very gentle. He found dish towel, with Laura's directions, and almost tenderly placed it in her mouth, tying it behind her head. Then he went back to his work. Buttering up one forefinger with K-Y jelly, he slid it up into her asshole and began to fuck it, widening it for the monster. To make access easier, he slid a pillow under her buns, raising her wide-open groin so that her cunt and ass were both totally vulnerable. Laura felt her eyes watering just from his finger. When he removed it and began to pull apart her buns with both hands, she began to whimper and shake. The greased head of his cock kissed the puckered ring of her asshole, then slowly entered her. She shut her eyes and clenched her teeth, keening softly, panting, as it slid deep into her ass. The white-hot pain was unbelievable. Her whole body felt crammed with cock, with a tree trunk of cock, bursting, screaming, throbbing, pierced with searing pain. Involuntary tears poured down her cheeks, but she remembered deep in her brain that there was a payoff. The pain would recede behind a cloud of incredible sexual sensation that would grow and swallow up everything else. "God . . . Laura!" Rob gasped, his face contorted with incredible pleasure too as he slid it deeper into her. "Unnggghhmmmuunngg!" she groaned helplessly, finally feeling the hot cloud of excruciating pleasure supplant the pain. They were both paralyzed for a couple of minutes, but then Rob began to fuck her, slowly, inching his huge member out of her ass, then sliding it back in, rubbing her clit at the same time with two fingers, until in no time Laura was whooping and quivering uncontrollably. They both wanted it to be slow, but they couldn't help the hot sexual fury that engulfed them, driving them in seconds to a plunging, whimpering mayhem of fucking. Rob's mouth fell on the hard, throttled, purplish gourds of her cinched breasts, sucking her nipples brutally while his huge cock mauled her tight, pinching asshole. Laura's body was totally engulfed in a hot whirlwind of sexual wildness that erupted in just seconds into a volcanic series of climaxes. Rob's huge, stiff prick ripped up into her ass, stabbing her to the quick, while his mouth tore at her bulging nipples, and his hand mashed her clit. She came in sharp, convulsive spasms, groaning and writhing, her body seared by the scalding sexual explosions. And Rob was close behind her. He groaned, spearing her ass with his huge, rock-hard prick, and it spouted long, jumping strings of semen into her. Laura had three distinct orgasms, wrenching, shocking ones, leaving her gasping for air and shuddering with ecstacy. And when Rob roused himself to untie her gag and the rope around her breasts, she moaned to him, churning her hips, wanting more. "Fuck me . . ." she groaned. "Fuck my pussy now. Please." "Let me wash it off first," he murmured. "Let it be dirty. I don't care. Shove it in me. Fuck my pussy. Fuck me hard, Rob. Do it. Hard." She winced as he pulled the monster out of her ass and slid it into her pussy, instantly plunging her into another fiery delirium of lust. Her breasts were sore, but they hadn't been tied up for long, and the feeling came back into them quickly. Rob's voracious mouth found them and mauled them again, sucking her nipples as hard as Karen often did, bringing tiny yelps of pain from deep in her chest as she again spilled over with hot coming, deep spasms of ecstacy throbbing in rhythm with the pounding, stabbing thrust of his enormous cock. Rob had just come when his cock was in her asshole, and now he had staying power. He fucked Laura until she thought she would pass out from the continuous, plunging, piercing rape. But she came again twice before he finally reached a new peak and his cock spewed fresh strings of cum into her clasping, aching pussy. He untied her wrists from the bedposts before they both collapsed. Finally, Rob drew himself up on his elbow and ran a tender, caressing hand down Laura's naked midriff to the golden fluff of her pubic hair. "Well, it may not have been twelve times," he said. "But it was sure high on my All Time Best Fuck list." "Mine too," Laura confessed. "Quantity isn't everything. Your instrument has no equal." She dropped her hands to his limp penis, still enormous even in its dormant state. She wanted to continue right away but knew that was only a habit from her sessions with the girls. So she gave Rob time to recuperate. In about half an hour she coaxed his huge cock into a hard-on again by kissing and sucking it, then turned on all her skill to give him the best, most intense blowjob he had ever experienced. She knew just how to do it, concentrating wholly on his pleasure, teasing his wet, jumping prick with her lips and tongue until he was shaking and moaning uncontrollably. She teased him the way she and Karen had learned to fuck, bringing him to the brink of an orgasm, then pulling him back, exciting him wildly, then backing off just before he came. Rob was frantic with need. "God, Laura . . . just do it!" he begged. "Please! Do it!" "Oh baby," she teased. "You want to come? You want to shoot it in my face, don't you. Or all over my breasts? How would that feel? Would you like that?" Knowing how visual men were, she dangled her perfect, pear-shaped breasts over his throbbing cock, cupping them in her hands and smothering the hot, twitching stalk, cuddling it between them, then rubbing the ballooning head with her large, bulbous nipples. Rob nearly came just watching her, feeling her do it to him. "Oh god, Laura, please!" he whimpered. "Do you want to come all over my breasts?" she teased. "Or in my mouth?" "Both," he panted, his hips squirming as the horrible torment of sexual need gripped him. Laura relented. Holding his stiff cock and heavy balls in both hands, grasping them roughly, which she knew would excite him further, she took the swollen head of his prick into her mouth and began sucking him hard. Rob was so close that he came within seconds, great spurting jets of semen leaping from his jerking prick into her mouth. Laura gulped it, then released his squirting cock and pushed her naked breasts against it, feeling the dollops of his sperm spatter her nipples as his cock continued to erupt. He had six or seven huge squirts of cum in all, amazing her, since he had already come twice before that. They rested and slept and awoke to fuck twice more before calling it a night. This time they were tender and soft with one another, and Laura had four more deep, throbbing orgasms before he left. At the door Rob couldn't help bringing it up again. "You sure you wouldn't like to invite me to one of your girl- girl fuck parties some time?" he grinned. "Still think you could handle two of us?" she teased. "Try me," he said, winking. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The Laura story chapters are now available, in both text and html formats, on the ASS html archive site at http://www.asstr.org/~laura. Text files may also be downloaded via FTP at ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/laura. The chapters are now also available in html format at http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/miranda/index.html. © Copyright Miranda Mars, 1999-2008. It is unlawful to reprint or otherwise distribute this material without the written consent of the author.