The ride home in the car service was torturous. They sat in the backseat, Kylie's nearly bare ass against the cool leather seat, and Samira's hands in her lap, rubbing and squeezing her breasts. Kylie was still wearing the red dress, and when Samira unzipped the front to reveal her strappy bra, Kylie's eyes couldn't help but dart to meet the driver's, in the rear-view mirror. He met her eyes with a knowing look and turned back to the road, leaving Kylie to shiver at the realization of what Samira was doing.
"Samira," she hissed. "The driver is watching."
Samira shook her head. "Are you thinking about him or me? Because I want your attention here." She cupped Kylie's breasts, rolling and tugging at the nipples, and Kylie found herself gasping and clutching at the seatbelt.
Samira reached into the inside pocket of her bolero jacket and extracted a small packet of baby wipes. She slipped one out and drew it in a circle around Kylie's nipple, rubbing until it stiffened and popped out of her bra, her tit exposed to the air of the car. The next wipe circled her other nipple, and Samira watched with satisfaction as the skin crinkled, tightening Kylie's areolae into stiff peaks.
"These are nice nipples. You didn't have them before," said Samira. "What did Kyle's look like?"
Kylie flushed. "Well, I mean... smaller? You've seen my nipples before, at the pool."
Samira shook her head. "They were just so unmemorable." She leaned forward to take one in her mouth, sucking and licking.
Kylie gasped, and Samira's hand slipped up to clamp over her mouth. "Now, now. We wouldn't want to distract the driver." Her mouth traveled over to Kylie's other tit, and Samira tugged and sucked until the nipple became swollen and engorged. Then she drew back, her hands withdrawing.
"It wouldn't do to let you cool down too much before we get home. Can you keep yourself... nice and ready for me, Kylie?" Samira smiled, and Kylie shivered.
"I can try," she whispered. She glanced nervously at the rearview mirror again, but the driver was studiously ignoring them. Kylie's face was feverish with humiliation and arousal.
She slid a hand between her legs and up under the dress, feeling how sticky her juices had made her thighs and the entire fabric of her thong. Slowly, she rubbed a finger against her slit through the damp fabric, feeling the juice oozing out.
Samira leaned back, her eyes heavy-lidded. "Just keep yourself prepared for me until we get home."
Kylie complied, rubbing her clit through her panties. The slippery moisture made it hard to get any friction, and her finger slipped around the edges of the lace and across her labia, making her squirm.
"How long is this drive, Samira?" In her own voice, Kylie could hear a pleading edge. Her eyes were glazing over, and she could feel the driver's stare boring into her from the front of the car.
"Snap out of it, you thirsty bitch," said Samira, waving her hand in front of Kylie's face. "We've been sitting in front of my building for half a minute. Time to go upstairs."
Kylie snapped out of her reverie, blinking. Sure enough, there was Samira's apartment building, towering over the tree-lined street. Samira finished paying the driver and helped Kylie out of the car. Every movement sent brief tremors of sensation through Kylie's body, and she stumbled as she stepped from the car, her legs unsteady.
"Oh God, Samira... I think I might die if I don't cum again soon," she breathed, and Samira just laughed.
"Good. I like you desperate, Kylie. Just not too desperate."
Kylie turned to see the car pulling away, and the driver giving her an appreciative wink and grin through the tinted glass. Kylie's face burned.
Samira led her by the hand, through the lobby and to the elevator, and then the two of them were alone again as it rumbled up towards her floor. Samira stepped close to Kylie, placing her booted heel on the floor between Kylie's feet.
"Open your legs."
Kylie swallowed. "Samira, are you sure we should--"
"I'm not going to let you cum now, Kylie. But I want to feel the heat radiating off your body."
Kylie complied, glancing up at the elevator's camera. Samira pressed the side of her leg between Kylie's thighs, her skirt sliding against the red fabric of the dress. She leaned close to Kylie and cupped her chin in one hand, while the other reached down and grasped the round globe of her ass, squeezing and massaging it through the dress.
Samira leaned close to Kylie and murmured in her ear, her hot breath making Kylie shudder. "Are you ready to be my fucktoy, Kylie? Ready to be used?"
"Oh God, Samira, yes…" Kylie moaned and bucked her hips forward, pressing her mound against Samira's leg.
The elevator dinged, and the door slid open. After brief moments, they were tumbling into Samira's apartment. Kylie fell backwards onto the couch, the leather cool against her skin, and Samira was on top of her, kissing her savagely, her hands stroking every inch of Kylie's exposed skin, sliding up under her dress and tweaking her nipples, her ass, and finally slipping between Kylie's thighs, rubbing and pinching.
Suddenly Samira was on her feet again, moving towards the kitchen. "I'm going to fix us some drinks while you clean yourself up, dirty girl. Grab that gift bag next to you... it's a little present from Dina and Jessica. A change of clothes."
Kylie sat up, a little dizzy, and noticed the tiny red bag on the table next to her, much too small to hold another dress. She peeked inside but saw only tissue paper and the edge of something black. Looking around Samira's well-kept appointment, she tried to remember where the bathroom was, then remembered: there was through Samira's bedroom.
She stumbled to her feet and made her way towards the bedroom, her heels clicking on the polished wood floor. Samira was one of those kids whose parents invested in an apartment in New York so she wouldn't have to live in a dorm, and the whole place was well out of Kylie's league, from the designer furniture to the view of the East River. Kylie felt out of place, an invader in the lush surroundings; even the air smelled expensive.
Samira's bedroom was much more like what Kylie expected. Posters from indie bands and a few scattered art prints covered the walls, and books, magazines, and dirty clothes littered the floor. She stepped gingerly through the mess and into the bathroom, looking around. Samira's room looked like a war zone, but her bathroom looked like a magazine spread. Marble floors, a shower with a rainfall showerhead, a large tub and double sinks.
Kylie stepped out of the heels with a sigh of relief, then peeled off her stockings and panties, which stuck to her like a second skin. Her G-string was soaked with her juices; the fabric was practically transparent. She tried to figure out how to unzip the dress, and eventually settled for slipping it off over her head, wriggling like a snake until her head emerged, her hair a little mussed. The bra caught on the dress, but she eventually freed herself, standing naked in Samira's bathroom.
She peeked in the gift bag again and pulled out a collection of straps and strips of fabric. It was another set of underwear, she realized, with stockings, bra and panties connected by a series of straps. It took Kylie a moment to figure out how it went on, but she eventually untangled it, then realized she ought to clean the sticky mess between her legs first.
The shower looked inviting, and Kylie stepped into it, turning the water on and feeling a spray of hot liquid run over her body, massaging her skin. There were several bottles and soaps arranged on a shelf, but Kylie settled for washing herself with Samira's body wash, rubbing the soap across her breasts and stomach, feeling the slick moisture spreading across her body. The body wash had the same scent she associated with Samira, and as she inhaled it, she couldn't help but slip her fingers between her thighs, sliding them through her sticky folds and thinking about her best friend.
The tension in her core had already built to a nearly unbearable level, and Kylie whimpered, trying to find release, rubbing her fingers across her swollen clit. Soap and water made her fingertips slide smoothly over her mound, and her hand sped up, the pleasure growing. Oh shit, she thought. If I get myself off in the shower, Samira will—
The shower curtain whipped open. Samira stood before her, still in the clothes she'd worn on the date, the bolero jacket draped over her arm.
"You really are a needy bitch, aren't you, Kylie? You can't even wait for me?" Her voice was low, dangerous.
Kylie gasped, her hand slowing. "Samira, I was just—I'm getting clean for you, and—"
Samira's hand shot out and caught Kylie by the wrist, her grip hard. She pulled Kylie's hand away, leaving her cunt exposed, achingly empty.
"No," said Samira. "Get dry and put your present on. I'll be in the living room." Her tone brooked no argument.
Kylie hurriedly dried herself with a towel, watching Samira leave. Her stomach teemed with butterflies, and she had a sick, nervous feeling in her stomach. Samira was so different from usual, so dominant... but Kylie couldn't deny the way her body responded. She was unbelievably turned on.
In the bag, Kylie found a small makeup kit. She looked in the mirror, blotting at her face with the powder to remove the sweat that had collected on her brow. She didn't trust her skills with makeup enough to apply anything more, so she just put on some lip gloss, which left her lips slick.
Lifting the complicated lingerie, she slipped the panties on, hooking the stretchy black material across her hips, then got her feet into the stockings. The straps squeezed her flesh, making her ass and hips seem rounder and fuller. Finally, she fitted the bra over her breasts. The cups were tiny, surrounded by straps that squeezed her tits, making them push together and form an impressive cleavage.
Now she had to decide: was Samira expecting her to put her heels and dress back on? Or... should she just walk out dressed like this?
Kylie tiptoed through the bedroom and peeked down the hallway into the living room, spotting Samira lounging on a leather couch in a silk dressing robe and sipping from a tumbler of whisky. A second glass sat on the table beside her. Kylie hesitated, then slipped out into the room.
Samira's eyes roamed over her hungrily, and Kylie felt her gaze linger on her breasts, then drop lower, to where bands of black fabric barely contained her mound. Kylie stopped in front of her, suddenly unsure.
"Drink," said Samira.
Kylie obeyed. The whiskey burned as it slid down her throat.
"Now, up on the coffee table." Samira motioned to the heavy glass table in front of her. It would certainly hold her weight, but Kylie hesitated.
"On my hands and knees?"
Samira's eyes, dark and hot, stripped away any excuses or protests she might have had. "We've established that you're a needy bitch. So you can get up there and present yourself to me, like a dog in heat."
Kylie did as Samira asked, stepping up onto the table. She felt absurd, humiliated, and excited all at once. She was on all fours, her breasts hanging down and her bare ass exposed.
Samira circled around the table, examining her. She ran a hand down Kylie's back and grabbed her ass, her fingers kneading and squeezing her. Kylie gasped, the pleasure and pain blending.
"I certainly hope you've kept yourself ready for this," Samira said, and slipped two fingers into Kylie's dripping cunt. Kylie felt Samira's nails scrape across her inner walls and moaned.
"Ah yes. We can move on to the next event." Samira flipped open a small wooden case on the table that Kylie hadn't noticed before. Inside was a thick silver butt plug, studded with little jewels. It looked extremely expensive.
"Do you know what this is, Kylie?"
Kylie gulped. "Is that... going to go in my ass?"
Samira grinned. "It is. And it's going to feel incredible. Now spread your legs wide."
Kylie spread her knees, lowering her torso to the table. Her hips were in the air, her ass exposed. Samira unhooked the strap on Kylie's thong and slid her panties down her thighs, exposing Kylie's dripping pussy. She dipped her fingers inside, then rubbed them around the rim of Kylie's tight hole. Kylie gasped.
"That's right," said Samira. "Just relax... and let me in." The pressure on her hole increased, and Kylie felt her tight ass open. She felt full, almost painfully full, as the thick toy stretched her ass. Samira rubbed Kylie's lower back, soothing her.
"Good girl. Almost there..." The thickest part of the toy slid into her, and then Kylie's ass closed around the narrow end. She could feel the heavy weight of it between her cheeks, the jeweled plug stretching her hole.
"There we go, Kylie. Now, this is the first setting." Samira touched something on her phone, and the plug vibrated and hummed to life. The sensation was amazing, a buzzing, tingling pleasure that made Kylie gasp, her ass clenching down.
"Oh fuck, Samira--" Kylie panted, the pleasure rising. "That's already so... so good..."
Samira smiled, watching Kylie writhe and moan. "Of course. But, like so many things in life, it could be better."
Kylie squeaked. "What are you--"
Samira lifted out the top of the case, revealing another compartment with a thick, curved silver dildo and a bottle of lube. She lifted out the dildo and poured the lube over the smooth surface, spreading the liquid all over with a cloth. It was big—it seemed even larger than Sam's, and Sam's cock had been pretty hefty. Kylie felt her eyes widen, even as the plug in her ass kept pulsing, a steady stream of vibration and pleasure.
"Ready for more, Kylie?"
"Oh fuck, Samira. Please, I don't know if I can take that—"
Samira placed the tip of the dildo at the entrance to Kylie's pussy, nudging it back and forth. Kylie groaned, her wetness glistening on the surface. "Are you sure, pet? You seem plenty ready to me."
Then Samira was sliding it in, and Kylie gasped at the overwhelming pressure and sense of fullness, the two toys stretching her ass and pussy wide.
"Fuck, Samira, it's so big—" She gasped, trying to adjust. The plug in her ass made her tighten around the dildo, and she squeezed her eyes shut, feeling her walls adjust to the shape and size of the toy. Both sides of her body seemed to merge, her pussy and ass becoming a single space, an endless point of pleasure and fullness.
"Shh. Relax." Samira rubbed Kylie's ass. "And now the main event." Samira slowly slid the dildo in and out, thrusting it in and out of Kylie's wet cunt. Kylie couldn't hold back a groan; it was so much, too much. Her body was on the verge of sensory overload.
Samira fucked her steadily, and Kylie could hear Samira's breathing becoming more erratic. Was she... touching herself? Kylie hazarded a glance back and saw Samira's robe had come undone, and her dark, full breasts were hanging out, the nipples hard and prominent. Samira's face was flushed, and her lips were parted.
The aroused expression on her friend's face made Kylie's pleasure climb even higher. Samira was using her, fucking her like a doll, and it was getting her off. The plug and dildo stretched Kylie wide, and every stroke made her core shudder and clench, juices dripping down her legs.
"Samira, please," Kylie begged. "Please let me cum. I'm so fucking close."
Samira's voice was husky. "Cum, Kylie. Cum for me." She thrust the dildo deep inside Kylie's pussy, the tip striking a spot deep inside, and the plug hummed and pulsed in her ass, and the pleasure crested. Kylie's back arched, her legs shaking, and the orgasm rushed over her. Her own vibrations meshed and harmonized with the quivering plug and thrusting dildo. Kylie groaned and collapsed against the table, her arms unable to hold her up anymore.
Samira thrust the dildo into her, but slower now, easing her through her climax. Aftershocks raced through Kylie's body. She was so wet that the glass was slippery against her stomach, and she felt completely limp, every muscle relaxed.
"Oh, Kylie, you're so beautiful like this," Samira said, her voice quiet. She stroked Kylie's hair, and gently removed the toys, first the plug, and then the dildo.
Slowly, Kylie peeled herself off the table, her entire body sticky again with sweat, lube, and her own fluids. She knew she had more to do, and she lowered herself to the floor in front of Samira.
Samira had a strange expression on her face. "Kylie... can I trust you?"
Kylie swallowed. She didn't want to answer glibly. "What do you mean, Samira?"
"I mean, can I trust you enough to let you do what you've been waiting for? To touch me." Samira's eyes were dark, and the expression Kylie couldn't quite define still played on her face. "To pleasure me until I cum, so you can be... back to normal, whatever that means."
Kylie licked her lips. She could feel her heart thumping. "Of course, Samira."
"Lay down, then."
Kylie obediently lay down on the plush carpet, looking up at her friend. Samira removed her silk robe. Beneath, she was bare, and Kylie could see dampness glistening on the dark thatch of curls between her legs. Samira's body was magnificent, her caramel curves accentuated by the flickering lights of the city outside.
Samira straddled Kylie, her dark thighs resting on Kylie's pale shoulders. Her wet cunt was inches from Kylie's face. "Be a good girl and eat me," she said.
