Pleasing your Friends
Disclaimer:
This story contains F/F intercourse, if you are below the legal age, you should not be reading this.
But if you do, it's not my fault, I warned you.
It seemed to be just another day when Cynthia returned home from the office, she ran her paw through her short black hair as she tossed her keys onto the table near the door. At 26, she was just starting to climb the corporate ladder, and her body was in perfect form. She was a feline, her short grey fur only helped to accent her shapely body and voluptuous figure. Small grey stripes accented the curves of her body, only working to make her the envy of her co-workers, and the desire of many.
As she fixed herself dinner, she thought of what she should be doing tonight, and thought of a club that her best friend Samantha had told her about. She had never been to it before, but she did think that it may be fun to go and visit. The club was a rave club, partying every night till well after the sun set on the city.
After she finished her meal, she went to her bedroom closet, looking for something to wear tonight. Trying on several different outfits, she came upon one at the back of her closet, one that Samantha had given her. It consisted of a red leather corset with black accents, the front, sides and back were cut out, leaving only red laces to hold it together, exposing more of her body than it hid. She liked the way that it made her breasts look bigger than they already were. Coupled with the matching black and red leather miniskirt, one that was easily wider than long, made her look like she was straight out of a glamour magazine. She finished the outfit off with a pair of black stiletto heeled boots that came up to just below her knees. She turned around in front of her full length mirror, and admired her sexy body.
She left her loft shortly and headed down to the parking garage, her short leather jacket worn open in the front. One of the male canines who lived a few floors below her stepped onto the elevator, his eyes instantly fixed on her sexy body.
"Like what you see?" she asked slowly.
"Uh-huh..." he replied, his mouth still hanging open slightly. She figured he was about a year older than she was, the canine's tail was wagging back and forth as the elevator reached the parking garage, walking out she over-emphasized the swagger of her hips, knowing his eyes were on her ass.
She walked up to her two parking spaces, in one, her red Toyota Supra, a fast car, but not what she was going to take tonight, instead she took her motorbike, a 1200cc Ducati Crotch Rocket. She swung her leg over the seat, liking how the fabric of the seat rubbed against her thighs and her black lace G-string. The bike purred to life as she pulled out, driving down the street as the sun started to set, making her way to the club.
This was one of the classier clubs in town, she pulled right up to the front entrance, where the valet, a male equine dressed in jeans and a tight black T-shirt took her bike. She ran a finger down his chest as she stepped off of the bike, smiling seductively as she turned to enter the club. There was something odd here that she didn't notice at first, but as soon as she walked into the club, she instantly knew.
There was not a male to be seen inside the club. There were only females. She didn't know that this was a ladies night. There were certainly a lot of women, canines, felines, equines; you name it they were here, in outfits ranging from tube tops and jeans, to outfits made entirely out of patent leather. The dance floor was down about 7 feet, with a railing all around, the DJ, a feline, was on a raised platform at the other end. She looked down a row of booths along the wall on the upper level, and saw a familiar feline at one of the far booths. She walked over towards the booth, turning some heads as she walked by. She was used to turning guys' heads, but seeing gals check her out was strangely erotic.
Samantha was sitting in the booth talking to a canine girl dressed in a halter-top as she looked up, seeing a perfect example of feminine beauty walking towards her, instantly recognizing Cynthia in the outfit she had given her. Samantha was wearing a black fishnet top over an electric blue bra, she was a mostly white feline, with a few black markings around her neck and on her tail, a patent leather miniskirt held her hips snugly, the top of her blue thong visible over the miniskirt. She smiled up to Cynthia as she slid over "hey, didn't expect to see you here... and not on ladies night either." she said to Cynthia
"Well, I couldn't let you have all the fun," Cynthia replied, standing with her feet apart, her hand on her hip.
Samantha laughed at her comment before motioning her to take a seat, "Cynthia, meet Julie." she said, referring to the Canine.
"Hello," Cynthia said, sliding into the booth beside Samantha,
"Hey," Julie said her voice very shy and timid. "I'm sorry, but I promised a friend that I would meet her at the bar now." she said as she got up. It was then that Cynthia noticed that Julie was wearing a collar around her neck with a ring at the front for a leash.
Cynthia leaned forwards on the table, looking over to Samantha, "do you always come on ladies night?" she asked.
"Usually, I've always been more bi than you ever were." Samantha said with a smirk, referring to one time they spent hiking in the woods.
"That's true sexy," Cynthia said softly, Even though she was bi, Cynthia still preferred a hard cock to a wet pussy. The song changed and in the brief moment of semi-quietness they heard a soft moaning coming from behind them, they looked at each other questioningly.
"Want to dance?" Samantha asked, motioning to the booth behind them. Cynthia nodded as they got up and walked past the booth behind them, inside the semi-circular booth, a canine was kneeling under the table, her head buried in the clit of a vixen. The vixen's eyes were half shut as she moaned and held the canine's head tight to her slit.
Samantha and Cynthia walked to the stairs leading down to the dance floor, giggling to each other about the vixen getting her pussy licked. They reached the floor and danced together to techno music.
Samantha was very openly bi, and her hands would often caress and slide over Cynthia's breasts and ass, and Cynthia would return the favor. Often she would find herself grinding her ass against an unknown female behind her, as it seemed the entire dance floor was doing the same. They danced for a long time, sweating as they worked the place into a fever. Soon Cynthia motioned up to the booth and Samantha nodded, they were both starting to get tired, and a break sounded good.
They made their way up to their original booth that was conveniently vacant. The vixen and the canine were still going at each other, except now they were lying in a 69 position across the seats. The vixen's ass was pointing out towards the dance floor, and as Samantha walked by, she reached over and gave the ass a good firm squeeze before they slid into the back of the semi-circular booths. They giggled as Samantha explained that it was not uncommon to see lesbian acts all around the club, she told of one time where almost the entire dance floor was either sucking, or fingering another's pussy. As she spoke, Cynthia was aware that Samantha's paw was sliding up and down her leg, pushing her miniskirt up farther and revealing her lace G-string, occasionally a finger would wander over the lace before going back to her thighs. Cynthia didn't mind, Samantha had always been an exhibitionist, but as long as she didn't go too far.
They stayed in the booth talking and listening to the couple behind them moaning for about an hour. Both the vixen and the canine must have had several orgasms each by the sounds of it. During that time, Cynthia started working on Samantha's miniskirt, sliding it up and pulling her thong down to her knees. Cynthia's G-string was also at her knees, and they were gently fingering each other's clits under the table. Finally Cynthia spoke, she leaned over and whispered into Samantha's ear, "please, can we go somewhere, I really need you now." Samantha nodded as she bent under the table and slipped Cynthia's G-string over her boots, taking it, she sat up, slipping it behind her mesh top and putting it in her cleavage. "Now let's go." she said taking off her own thong and putting it beside Cynthia's. Cynthia felt a few rushes of pleasure as small breezes slid over her exposed slit, only the short miniskirt covering it up.
They waited in front of the club for the valet to bring Cynthia her bike, Samantha didn't bring a car, hoping that she would be able to spend the night at someone's house. It was the same valet from before. When Cynthia got on, she purposely swung her leg up higher than normal, giving the valet a glimpse of her slit. She slid him a wink when she noticed he already had a budge growing in his pants. Samantha hopped on the back of the bike and sat close to Cynthia. The ride home was difficult for Cynthia. Every vibration of the bike was transferred through the seat into her pussy, and to top it off, Samantha had her arms around Cynthia's waist, where one paw was working its way down the front of her miniskirt to play with her clit. By the time they were in the parking garage, there was a visible spot on the seat from Cynthia's arousal, but they didn't care. They ran to the elevator and rode it up to Cynthia's apartment.
Once they arrived in Cynthia's top floor apartment, both walked right to her living room, Cynthia tossed her leather jacket onto the couch, sitting down at one end of the couch, Samantha at the other. She was sitting with her legs slightly splayed out; her miniskirt held up between her legs, and it was obvious that Samantha was trying to catch a glimpse of her slit. "So what do we do now?" Cynthia.
Samantha gave a small smile towards her, "well, whatever we feel like..."
"And what if I feel like doing this?" she crawled towards Samantha on the couch, her right paw sliding up Samantha's leg towards her skirt, stopping mere inches from Samantha's pussy.
"Oohh," Samantha cooed, "please, go further...."
Cynthia moved her other paw to the side of Samantha's skirt, finding the zipper, she slowly unzipped it, before pulling it off and tossing it to the side, leaving her only in her mesh top and bra. Samantha smiled as she watched her long-time friend bend down to her slit. Cynthia's mouth was now just inches from Samantha's slit, as Cynthia softly kissed just above Samantha's clit, moving her mouth down kissing overtop of Samantha's clit and over her outer lips. "Aaahhhhh..." Samantha said softly, her body tensing slightly when she felt lips sliding across her clit. Cynthia held her mouth over her clit, snaking her tongue forwards, she pressed it against her clit, before moving it downward and between her outer lips. Loving how sweet she tasted. Meanwhile Samantha's head was rolled back and she was starting to moan slightly. The previous hours of teasing were finally going somewhere. Samantha arched her back in pleasure, her paws coming up to pull off her own mesh top and grasp her breasts through her blue bra. Cynthia saw Samantha's obvious pleasure, and decided that it was time for her to get some too. She raised herself up on her knees, making sure Samantha was watching as she started to untie her corset teasingly slow, watching Samantha's lust filled eyes. She eventually pulled off her corset, leaving her 34" C-cup breasts free, she then reached down, and unzipped her own miniskirt, tossing it to the pile of clothing on the floor. By now, Samantha had removed her own bra, leaving them both nude on the leather couch.
Cynthia reached down, gently probing into Samantha's box with her index finger, as she slid down into position. She lifted up Samantha's right leg, slipping her own left leg underneath, while her right leg went above Samantha's left. Cynthia slid herself forwards, their thighs and calves rubbing against each other, until their waiting pussies were only inches apart. Soon clit was pressed against clit as they started to grind, both had their paws down as they fingered each other's pussy. They were both soon moaning in pleasure as the two friends worked towards their orgasms. Both were moaning loudly as they neared climax. Samantha's mouth gaped open as she arched her back, bucking wildly against Cynthia's paw and her sweet box, erupting in her orgasm as her cum spread against Cynthia's paw and her slit. Cynthia was not far behind as she too came to her climax, moaning loudly in her orgasm. Their combined juices mingling on their bodies and on the couch.
After a few moments to recover, they looked in each other's eyes, seeing the lust and pleasure that still lingered. Samantha spoke first.
"Do you still have some of the other gifts I've given you?"
"Yes," Cynthia replied, "I have them in the end table on your side,"
Samantha turned her head around, opening the cabinet under the end table to reveal the other gifts. There was a large assortment of sex toys, dildo's, vibrators, beads, and the crowning glory of the group, a large ribbed strap-on. Samantha slid into a sitting position as she grabbed one of the larger dildo's and the strap-on, grinning to Cynthia as she put the strap-on around her waist, the shaft protruding above her slit, the strap was cut away to still give access to her lips and her ass. Cynthia watched in interest as she eyed the strap-on, wondering what devious way Samantha would extract pleasure with it.
Samantha swung her legs up onto the couch, the strap-on firmly around her waist, "come over here and orally serve your best friend" she said seductively, with a hint of dominance.
Cynthia did as she was told, moving onto her hands and knees, she bent down, kissing the tip of the plastic shaft, before parting her lips and slowly sliding her mouth over the ridges down onto the shaft. Samantha then moved the dildo that she had in her hand, and started to rub it on Cynthia's breasts, before moving it to where her slit was. Sliding it into her own slit, she moaned slightly, before fitting it all the way inside her wet box. Cynthia was now deep throating the plastic shaft as if it was the last cock on earth. Samantha motioned for her to stop. "That's enough..." Samantha said, twirling her index finger to get Cynthia to turn around. So there they were, Samantha leaning on the arm of the couch with a strap-on around her waist and a dildo in her pussy, and Cynthia, on all fours, tail held high, with her ass facing Samantha. Cynthia thought that Samantha was going to take her slit from behind in the classic doggy style, but she couldn't have been more wrong.
Cynthia suddenly felt two hands on her hips pulling her backwards, soon she was almost in a sitting position, facing away from Samantha when Samantha lifted her up by her ass cheeks, spreading them slightly as she lowered Cynthia back down. Cynthia felt the head of the rubber shaft move along her ass cheek to her tail hole. She was on the verge of panicking, she had only ever had her beads in her tail hole, and those were less than half the size of this shaft. Soon she felt the head pressing upon her rosebud, feeling herself start to give in to the lubed shaft. She moaned slightly as the first bit spread her rosebud enough to slide into her. Samantha held her there for her to adjust to the size, but not for long until she dropped Cynthia down an inch, the first two ribs stretching her tail hole to its extent, sending waves of pleasure through her spine. Samantha continued to lower her down, the strap-on holding Cynthia's tail hole stretched to its limit. She could feel the shaft deep inside her body. Samantha whispered into her ear.
"Does my sex toy like it soft or rough?"
Cynthia could barely speak, managing to get out what sounded to Samantha like "rough," so she started to slowly rock her hips against Cynthia, picking up speed as she went. Cynthia's paws went to her breasts, gripping them tightly as her ass was invaded again and again by the large strap-on shaft. It wasn't long until the shaft was nearly exiting Cynthia's tail hole, Cynthia was bouncing as she moaned loudly, feeling the pressure of an orgasm building up. She was not the only one feeling a climax nearing. Every time Samantha bucked into Cynthia, the dildo in her slit would wiggle with her efforts, driving her wild with lust. Loud moaning filled the room as the speed of the rough sex increased, before Samantha arched her back, driving the shaft deep into Cynthia's ass as they both reached their orgasms simultaneously.
After some time, the moaning subsided; they both laid back leaning on one another as they came down from their orgasmic highs, cum dripping down their legs and onto the couch. Samantha spoke first.
"Nothing like pleasing your best friend sexually."
"Yes," Cynthia replied, "Sex between friends with no strings attached."
THE END
-Hope you like it, if this one gets a good rating, there may be more to come.
Rommie