Blue Thanks
Another story, another teasing! Please comment and thanks for reading!
Blue Thanks
Wallflower Chronicles, Part 2.
By ScrumptiouslyWritative
Jasmine's recent conquest, to say the least, left her feeling alive. Her first real 'experience' pleasuring another and leaving them high and dry left her exhilarated beyond compare.
She wanted more.
The grey furred dog, dressed so inconspicuously conservatve and frumpy with a well-worn sweater, blue skirt, and flip-flops worn with socks. Enormous spectacles further drew out this appearance, so much so that even the periwinkle-dyed pigtails lingering at the back of her mess of black headfur went relatively ignored. In other words, it was the perfect way to go unnoticed in public, whether one wanted to or not. And in Jasmine(Who sometimes goes by Mina, but never Jazz or Jazzy)'s case, she really needed it.
She hurried across some courtyard to a rather tall building, clutching a small bag to her chest that was filled to the brim with her favorite "implements" to use, plus a few other select items. Its contents varied from day to day, but since her resolution to continue her secret comings and goings Mina had begun to stock products of a cheaper quality (And therefore, much easier to replace). It all rattled in her bag softly, like package loaded up with tissue paper and action-figures. Amidst all this protection of her belongings, Jasmine spotted her target.
Her name was Danielle, but if you knew her well she was Danny. She was a feline, cream coloured tending more towards yellow than brown. Her camo cargo pants sealed with a chain belt and tank up top expressed a need for comfort rather than style while still expressing a sense of confidence in herself. In fact, the cat simply exuded an aura of self-esteem that simply made others around her green with envy. Perhaps ironically so, for her favorite colour was green.
Jasmine's reasons for picking this kitty as her target was rather simple. Unlike the fox, who she sexually tortured as a punishment, she wanted to reward Danny for a simple act of kindness.
And what a reward it would be.
Minutes passed and Mina followed the cat right up to the elevator of the high-rise building. She made a point of reaching a small bench next to the alcove where the mechanical levitators were housed. This would keep her out of Danielle's sight until the elevator arrived. Mina peered around the corner to watch the elevator's numbered descent, counting down the seconds until it arrived - but when it was a floor above, she moved swiftly and silently to right behind the cat, just as she was entering the elevator. And that's when the fun began.
Thank the heavens that it wasn't a busy day on campus.
She worked quickly, pressing top floor and the close doors buttons with one hand before Danny could turn around and pick her own destination (The two button trick was something Jasmine learned a while ago that allowed her to reach whatever floor she wanted with no stops in-between) while the other hand whipped a rubber ball-gag around the confident cat's face. Mina wasted no time in tossing a simple cloth blind around her target and using the opposite hand to fasten both. All that practice on dummies paid off, and sure enough those parts were secured in half-a-second flat.
The dog sometimes wished she could feel what her prey could. The surprise of the sudden blind, the realization that you were trapped - and unsure of what was about to happen. These thoughts hardly disturbed her now, however, as she slipped a set of handcuffs around the cat's hands and fastened them behind her back.
With the cream-coloured kitty secured, she turned the cat around so that they were facing one another. She admired the chest on her prey - it was in the larger part of the C range, admirably held back by the combination tanktop/sports bra she wore. Mina felt those clothed globes with trembling hands enjoying the plushness from beneath the fabric. Danielle tried to voice protest, but was cut off abruptly with pleasure when the dog whipped the tank up and over her chest and began to taste those luscious melons.
Mina had never done anything like this before. Her catalogue of sexual experience was limited to porn, voyeurism, and masturbation. And yet here she was! Lapping at cream coloured teat like a dog! She was enjoying every second of the experience (And judging by the muffled whimpers and moans, Danny was too), and she did not want to stop!
This wasn't made to last, Mina already knew, so she had already set towards slipping her hand under the waistbands of the loose cargo pants and panties of her prey, feeling Danny's wetness grow while continuing the assault on that lovely chest. A tenative first finger entered with a second soon following, pulsing in and out of the cat's flower. Her thumb played with the erect clit, sending visible shudders of pleasure up and down her target's spine. Soon enough, the combined efforts of Mina's mouth and fingers gave rise to an orgasm in Danielle, cries of pleasure just barely stopped by that little rubber ball.
Jasmine could see all the signs. The tensing of the muscles. The curling of the toes. The neck stretching out, as if trying to separate itself like a booster rocket. Everybody was different, but years of waiting and watching gave her insight into when somebody was at their limit. This time, her only goal was to blow past that limit as many times as possible in the little amount of time she had.
The dog wasted no time in dropping her own skirt and panties, while fumbling about with her bag for a moment. The dildo perpetually buried in her crotch soon found itself joined to a partner, giving Mina a jutting appendage from her groin that portruded upwards and resembled a rather plain, smooth obelisk rather than a usual canid cock. Danny was soon similar disrobed with her pants and underwear tangling up her ankles.
A dummy was not a substitute for experience in this unfortunate case, and Mina spent a few moments fumbling around with the tip before she could get it properly aligned with the cat's flower. Even though Danielle was taller, her posture was slumped against the wall so the dog had no height problems to slow her down further. A deep breath was all it took for her to gather up the courage and enter.
She forgot one vital fact. Her personal toy, the one that was always securely in her snatch and currently joined the two girls together, had a certain function. You see, whenever a sharp jolting motion is made, it starts up vibrating something fierce. When it started up with Mina was midway into Danny, it nearly triggered an orgasm in both the females right then and there. The dog recovered quickly from this sudden wave of pleasure, starting with slow strokes and building into a frenzy quickly. She was running out of time, because any moment now they would reach the top floor storage room.
Jasmine was pretty thankful for the agonizingly slow elevators in that building, sometimes. This was one of those times.
She could see the signs again already. The cream-coloured cat was on the verge and the grey dog was in the same place. Toes curled and muscles grew taught as both the females screamed into muffled extasy, one by a rubber ball and the other with a head buried in cleavage. It felt so glorious to finally cum after an entire day of teasing, Mina had figured a long time ago. She just never knew how much more satisfying that was when it was shared with somebody else.
This little dream encounter, like all things, had to come to a close unfortunately. Danny, who was slumped, exhausted, and all but passed out, was carefully un-cuffed and re-clothed as the elevator rang for that storage room. Jasmine carefully set her partner gently outside the doors and pressed the button to go down, grinning at the still-blind figure while stuffing a certain prize into her handbag as the doors closed. She would certainly treasure her prize for a long time.
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MEANWHILE, at an other time and place in the near-past.
Almost. . .
A red fox struggled in a bathroom, chained to a stall and unable to deal with a certain problem.
Almost! . .
She had spent the last several hours in undeniable torment, but was only now regaining the strength to deal with it.
Got it! She gleefully exclaimed to herself, ripping the handcuffs off their chain. Apparently these weren't very high-quality, since they didn't hold up to brute force!
But freedom wasn't the first thought on Reina's mind. It was to deal with the little devil trapped under her panties. Both hands immediately dove for her crotch, one lifting her underwear up her legs and the other grabbing a hold of the perpetrator, a rather plain white dildo buried fully in her snatch. Its batteries had just about died down at that point, taking the fox away from her sexual high but at the same time, spurring her to try and get that feeling back.
Almost. . .
Her right hand furiously pumped the toy as hard as she could, trying to get back the orgasm she still was unable to have.
Almost! . .
Her hand opposite had taken a more northern route, reaching under her shirt and playing with erect nipples.
Reina was extremely glad she still had that ball-gag in her mouth. She was a screamer.
Got it. . .