Dungeons and Dalliances

7.55 – Bordello VI

Vanetta's breath quickened as she squirmed on Natalie's lap.

"A … thighjob? I don't know. Isn't that a bit much?"

"My cock is literally already between your thighs."

"That's different. It was just a reference for the drawing."

"And moving would change things that much?" Natalie asked dryly. It was obvious Vanetta was protesting simply for the sake of not seeming too eager, so Natalie stopped herself from rolling her eyes. "C'mon. You have any idea what sitting here and not being allowed to thrust into you was like? I've been a good girl. I deserve a reward."

"A good girl. That's what you'd call yourself?"

"Totally. And good girls deserve thighjobs. Oh, also—taking off all your clothes actually is on the menu, so I'll take that now."

Vanetta's face reddened, and Natalie grinned at her through the mirror. Reluctantly, Vanetta made to stand, and Natalie let her go.

"Go nice and slow," Natalie said, leaning back on her elbows. "Is a strip-tease on the table? Or do I have to pay extra?"

"Ugh. Stop mentioning the whole payment stuff. It's weird."

"Oh? Should I pretend you're doing this just because you like showing off, then?"

Vanetta hesitated, then glared. "I'm not dancing. I don't even know how."

"Hm. Can I undress you, then? I'll take that as a compromise."

Surprisingly, after a delay, Vanetta grumbled, "That's … fine. I guess."

"Really?" Before she could change her mind, Natalie had stood and stalked toward the girl, who took several instinctive steps back, pressing her back into the wall as Natalie towered over her. "No take backs, now."

Vanetta met her gaze evenly, but her red face gave away her fraying composure. "Just—hurry up. Get it over with."

"Get it over with?" Natalie sighed. "You're being a bad host again. You're supposed to make me think you want this." Laughing, Natalie gripped the bottom hem of Vanetta's loose, see-through dress. "With hospitality this poor, I think I deserve a discount. Or maybe—bonus service?"

"Do you ever stop talking?"

"Only when my mouth is full." She waggled her eyebrows. "We could fix that, if you want."

"P-Pervert."

"You've really been using that word a lot," Natalie mused.

Vanetta was cut off from a retort by Natalie pulling her dress up and over her head. She helped wiggle out, and Natalie spared no time in unhooking the back of her bra next. Gently lowering it, she luxuriated in revealing her inch by inch, pausing briefly to let the edge slip over her nipples and reveal those cute pink nubs. Her thumb deliberately brushed against one as she finished taking the garment off. Last came her panties. She dropped onto her knees and made a show of worshiping the process, taking long enough that Vanetta squirmed in place, and when the fabric finally revealed her lower half, slipping onto her thighs, Vanetta couldn't stop herself from protesting:

"Seriously. Stop making such a—big deal out of it."

Natalie obeyed, dropping the flimsy fabric down to her ankles and letting Vanetta step out of them. Standing back up, Natalie took a step forward, letting her cock slide up Vanetta's stomach as the distance between them closed. Vanetta's breath quickened, her eyes widening and her faux-protests drying up at the proximity. Natalie's cock twitched once against the girl's naked stomach, and the vulnerable look on Vanetta's face was—seriously intoxicating.

"So. About that thighjob," Natalie murmured, bringing her lips close to Vanetta's. As she spoke, she felt puffs of hot air hit her face. "You'll make an exception for your special client? Just this once?"

Vanetta swallowed. "I thought—you said you wanted another drawing."

"I can't have both?"

"Well …"

"Or are you trying to distract me?" Natalie teased. She pulled her hips back, dragging the tip of her cock down Vanetta's stomach with the movement, before it nestled into the space between her pussy and thighs. Wiggling it around, Vanetta sucked a breath of air in. Aiming it deliberately down, but keeping her shaft firmly pressing into Vanetta's pussy, she pushed. Considering her partner's excitement, lubrication was no problem—with some wiggling, she slowly slid in. Vanetta closed her eyes and shivered, her own hips pushing forward to help.

Natalie groaned as she slipped between Vanetta's soft, slick thighs. Pulling her forward by the small of the back, and pushing her own hips forward, she smacked in with a quick, satisfying thrust, spearing into Vanetta. She popped out the other end, and Vanetta fell forward, face into her shoulder, hooking her arms up and around Natalie's back as she groaned in pleasure.

Natalie had already known that despite the girl's grumbling and feigned reluctance that she'd been just as flustered, if not more, than Natalie herself. The slickness that met her, and the sounds of pleasure she made as she rubbed against her cock, did wonders for reassuring her, though.

Dragging Vanetta away from the wall—though keeping her thighs firmly locked around her cock—she walked them over to the mirror. "I wanna watch this," she murmured into Vanetta's ear. "You've got an amazing ass, you know that?"

And she did. Slowly working into a rhythm, her cock massaging Vanetta's pussy with each stroke, Natalie watched through the mirror as she popped in and out of the girl's thighs, the tip appearing and disappearing in the tight space between her thighs and beneath her ass. She grabbed two handfuls of that plump flesh and squeezed, groping her as she pumped. Their stomachs met with quiet plaps as Natalie picked up speed.

She maintained a steady rhythm, her hips pulling back and pressing forward, cock sliding against Vanetta's pussy with each thrust. The sight in the mirror was hypnotic—Vanetta's ass, her own cock appearing and disappearing, the flush spreading across Vanetta's skin. She could feel the girl's breath hot and quick against her neck, her nails digging into her back as she held on, shaking with excitement.

"Your pussy feels amazing," Natalie murmured into her ear, her eyes locked on the reflection of their joined bodies. "Can't wait till I get to try it for real."

Vanetta moaned, her hips beginning to move in sync with Natalie's thrusts, her thighs squeezing tighter around her cock. The sensation was incredible—the slick friction and the pressure driving her wild.

"That's it," Natalie encouraged, her breath coming faster. "Get yourself off. Use my cock. Does it feel good?"

Vanetta whimpered, beyond pretending she wasn't enjoying herself at this point. Her hips moved faster, her body chasing her rising satisfaction. Natalie could feel the girl trembling against her, starting to tense as she climbed towards her orgasm.

Natalie slowed her thrusts, wanting to drag out the moment and make it last. She switched her angle slightly, her cock pressing more firmly against Vanetta's pussy with each stroke. Risking, just the smallest amount, that an overly eager thrust might join them in a more intimate way. Vanetta seemed to sense it; her own movements became sloppier, more frantic, as if hoping it would happen.

"N-Nat," Vanetta panted, her voice desperate. "I'm—I'm close. I think—"

Natalie's entire body throbbed with need at the words. She picked up her pace one more time, her cock sliding faster and harder between Vanetta's thighs. The sound of their bodies clapping filled the room.

"Go ahead. Cum for me," Natalie urged, voice low. "Cum on my cock."

Vanetta buried her face into Natalie's shoulder, hugging her hard as her orgasm hit. Her thighs squeezed tight as she reached her peak, doing as she'd been ordered and climaxing on her cock. The sensation of her tightening thighs and shaking body sent Natalie over the edge herself, her own orgasm crashing through her seconds later. Gripping Vanetta's ass with both hands, she thrust quick and hard, her cock twitching and jumping as she came, coating Vanetta's pussy and thighs with her release, and a few strands going errant to splatter across the mirror in front of her.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Panting and shaking, their bodies pressed tightly, they rode out their orgasms together. Natalie watched in the mirror as their movements slowed, skin slick with sweat. Finally, when the heat had ebbed, Vanetta looked up, meeting her eyes. She looked dizzy and well-sated, her body trembling with aftershocks. Unable to help herself, Natalie leaned forward and kissed her.

"See? Wasn't that fun?" she murmured.