Brenda was smiling at me. It was just the two of us now that David and Sarah had left us. Our time had come. We stepped back into the apartment block, closing the communal front door behind us. As we did so, I felt strange and empty. My boyfriend had just left me to go on holiday with his other girlfriend; my loneliness felt raw.
Yet, my body was already thinking of Brenda, lust being a powerful emotion. My desire for her had been with me ever since I met my bull lesbian girlfriend just over four weeks ago.
The time had come for us to fuck.
As we stood there, smiling, my body was coming alive. Any regret of not being with David was slowly drifting away. I felt so aware of Brenda’s hand resting around my waist, holding me, pulling me close, and reassuring me. We were now officially a couple; our smiles were turning into silly grins.
It was with a small jerk that the lift doors opened and we stepped inside, my feet suddenly slightly unsure, though I was aware that my pussy was already moist and very certain.
I watched Brenda push the fourth-floor button, to her massive penthouse suite which occupied the whole of the top floor. I had recently learned that she owned the entire building and this was only one of the numerous properties that made up her wealth portfolio.
My girlfriend was seriously wealthy. Brenda once told me that she was a millionaire but it soon occurred to me that she wasn’t certain of her true wealth. She had people for that.
Over the last few weeks, I had come to realise my girlfriend's wealth stretched to hundreds of millions. She was super-rich, though Brenda never bragged or even liked to mention it.
With the lift still stationary, I noticed Brenda’s eyes were on my braless tits, my aroused nipples pressed against the thin silky material of my long mauve dress. I almost subconsciously pressed my legs together; my pussy warm, wet and so aroused.
With anticipation, I watch the elevator doors close. I felt like a little girl being taken to the headmistress’s office, but knowing Brenda was only going to inflict sexual pleasure on me rather than any sort of pain.
With the whirl, the lift motor pulled us upwards, towards our final destiny, Brenda’s bedroom. Then in an instant, she pulls me into a kiss, our mouths hungrily finding each other’s. I could feel her fake cock, her piece, pressing into me. Her arms wrapped around my waist, engulfing me. She was not letting me go anywhere. My girlfriend was also making sure that I knew her plastic cock was between her legs, waiting for me.
It was what I wanted, a new experience, four weeks had been too long to wait for us to fuck.
The sound of the lift’s ping had us stepping apart, having stopped on the fourth floor. It was with increased certainty that I stepped through the open elevator door and onto the landing. The entrance to Brenda’s apartment was tantalisingly close, just to the right of us, and a little further down the landing.
I stepped towards it, my stiletto heels tapping out my arrival, their sound echoing around the marble stairwell, and down to the lobby below. There was urgency in me. I wanted to get to my girlfriend’s apartment, her bedroom, her bed. My body wanted to receive her touch, my pussy needed to engulf her fake cock.
Then I felt a different touch, a tug on my arm. I turned. Brenda had stopped me and then pulled me close. It was a moment of acceptance, my girlfriend was in charge. We kissed. Our tongues found one another’s, our arms around each other’s bodies as we held each other tight, the kiss became passionate; just like new lovers do.
For the first time, it felt like I was Brenda’s girl, her official girlfriend; her bottom half. Our relationship was already very clear; it was defined by our verbal contract, a set of rules that I needed to follow to remain with her as her official girlfriend.
This was all so new to me and maybe not my natural role. I was experimenting with whatever the rules said. But, there was one overriding principle when I was with Brenda… She expected me to be sexually submissive to her.
As I stood there I suddenly felt unsure, even nervous. It was not because I was worried for my safety; it was more about what I might learn about myself. With my heart pounding, I tried to kiss her once again. I needed that reassurance that she still wanted me. My historical body concerns once again came to the fore. I felt like that gangly schoolgirl, not the confident young woman Brenda had so readily made out with in her car.
It was as if Brenda sensed my uncertainty, she pulled away a little. No reassuring kiss or hug.
A pulse of rejection flashed through my body then a far more familiar feeling engulfed me as Brenda’s hands come around me and squeeze my braless tits. It was enough to make me gasp as my girlfriend’s fingers gently pinched both my hardened nipples, and then her mouth moved just a couple of inches from my ear.
“Don’t move, my dear,” she whispered.
I was standing there like a figurine, trying my best to obey my girlfriend’s request and knowing this might be a little test of her rules.
I stood there, daring not to move and as I did so, I felt my body react. They were little things that I never noticed before, like my breath becoming shallow, and goosebumps covering my skin in anticipation of my girlfriend’s next touch.
There I am, on the top floor landing, dressed only in a long mauve dress and high heels waiting for another request; maybe even an order. I already knew that when the instruction came; I would follow it.
After all, I am now… Brenda’s girl.
Then I feel Brenda’s hands running over my body. Little caresses, then firmer touches, my mind only too aware of my nakedness under my dress. A shiver rides down my backbone as I anticipate her next touch. My pussy suddenly drenched. My mind hoping she will take me to her bedroom soon and fuck me silly with one of her fake cocks.
I gasp again, my hand coming involuntarily to cover my mouth as I feel my rear dress zip being unfastened, my breath coming in small pants. My body suddenly alive as my skin felt the cool air on my back as the zipper slid slowly down and with its descent, each tiny hair sending its little signal to my brain. Little electrons of electrical energy telling my pussy that… I need sex.
The zip hits its buffer, just at the top of my bottom.
“Don’t move, my dear,” Brenda whispers as I sense my dress’s silky material falling away from my body.
I felt exposed, but so sexually charged.
I’m left there naked, just in my high black stilettos, the dress now nothing more than a pool of mauve material around my ankles. My eyes were wide. My ears were alert as I looked around thinking that I was being put on display in a public space. I know Brenda likes showing off her girlfriends, but this is so soon… I had never been so aroused.
Am I going to be seen naked? Paraded? I thought.
I glanced around, my senses heightened. Behind me, just a few feet away, are the doors of the elevator. In front and to my right, the light grey marble landing runs past Brenda’s apartment’s front door; before turning and descending in a series of grey marble steps to the lobby three floors below. But it is what is to my left that suddenly grabbed my attention.
It was now staring at me.
I had never taken any notice of them before, but they were large, the blackened windows that ran the full elevation of the apartment block’s lobby corner.
“Open your legs, slut,” Brenda whispered, breaking me out of my reverie.
I instantly comply, the word slut still ringing in my ears. Thankfully, it had been said quietly enough not to echo around the stairwell and down to the lobby below.
“Step closer to the window, my dear.” Brenda’s words were urgent and louder, almost a hiss. They echoed, not only in my ears but also around our landing.
Another shiver went down my spine as I stepped out of my dress which had puddled around my shoes. I just stood there naked, gazing out of the smoky glass window, the world now grinning, looking in at me, as I stared out.
With some relief, I realised that the glass was only clear looking out. From the outside it looks black, but how opaque, I wasn’t too sure. I could easily see the houses across the apartment’s car park, and further on, the people walking along the main street. It gave me the feeling of being totally exposed, and then realisation… I was totally exposed!
There was a window in front of me, a lift to my left and perhaps worse of all, behind me, the stairs and its acoustic funnel straight down to the entrance lobby. I went to say something but stopped, I felt excited, scared… but most importantly, in Brenda’s hands.
My senses were on edge as her mouth hovered close to my ear. I was expecting her to whisper something, but only silence. Then a wet, soft tongue teased me as she licked my ear lobe before darting it inside. Her action was unexpected, sudden and loud. It causes another sexual shiver to run through me and for me to arch my back and push my exposed bottom towards my girlfriend.
I was hoping for attention, I got it, a sharp unexpected smack on my bottom cheek. The sound of the contact and my yelp echoed both in my ears and around the landing. The sting of Brenda’s hand had driven my naked body forward; it was now pressed against the window glass.
My girlfriend’s action had caught me by surprise. Nobody had ever spanked me before and it also wasn’t something that we had discussed. But this was my new life, one of lesbian sexual experimentation with my bull girlfriend, giving me the first of what might be many, unexpected sexual discoveries.
“You’re too eager, my dear.”
Brenda’s hands gently squeezed my breasts, her fingers caressing my nipples. I wince, a stab of both pleasure and pain as she unexpectedly tweaks them before she pulls then twists and states, “I am going to have fun with these, my dear,” her voice giddy, yet with an evil undertone.
My senses felt overloaded. My ears tuned to any noises from the lobby three floors below, and my eyes checked that no one was looking this way as I was pressed against the thick glass of the darkened windows. Another stronger shiver rips through me as the cold glass chills my nipples. But my sensory overload comes from my soaking, wanton pussy. It is controlling my brain; it needs attention.
With my hands now pushed above my head, and my naked body now fully on display to the outside world, I ask myself…
Am I fully exposed?
Can people really see me?
There are no answers, but it feels so real. My only hope is that the darkened glass filters my naked image, and most importantly obscures my face.
“Enjoy that feeling, Clare,” Brenda hissed, with real excitement in her voice. “Close those eyes. Listen to those little noises that reverberate around this room… and don’t forget you are now my slut.”
Brenda’s voice sounded loud, those last few words rebounded around us. Each echo emphasised her point. I gasped in realisation, and a shiver of sexual pleasure went through me; before I then realised the echo, the word “slut” was travelling downwards, telling anyone standing on the landings below, anyone who was in the lobby… I was Brenda’s slut!
I closed my eyes as instructed. My ears became now more alert as they finely tuned to our surroundings. As they did so, I realised the loudest noise was my heavy breathing.
My skin joined my ears. It became alert to Brenda’s hand sliding over my bare, still stinging bottom.
Another smack? I asked myself, I braced for her firm blow; my emotions now of both excitement and anxiety. I wanted to be spanked and enjoy that sexual thrill, yet I did not want us to be caught. I didn’t want to be in the local newspaper!
What would my mother say, being exposed as Brenda’s slut?
Her fingers were deliberately teasing me as they slowly ran lower, into my bottom crease before dipping between my legs, into my wet and wanton folds.
My only conscious reaction was to bite my lip, frightened that I might cry out and alert our neighbours. Though at the same time, my legs naturally opened, just a little further, to welcome my girlfriend's probing digits into my most private place.
I gasped; then moaned, I couldn’t help it as Brenda touched me. My only solace, most of the sound was muffled by my arm. But the inadvertent noise caused my eyes to open and my ears tracked its echo as it vibrated around the landing. Then my body reacted, with a quieter groan as my girlfriend’s finger slid into me.
I continued to bite my lip as Brenda moved her pinkie in and out of me. She was finger fucking me, using just a single digit.
It was an action that had my body naturally reacting, my ass pushing back into her hand, trying to encourage her invading fingers, hoping she might touch my anus. Though my girlfriend didn’t yet know my secret preference for ass play. That was something I had only shared with, David.
With my tits, and my face still pressed hard against the smoky glass, my mind was telling me that if anyone glanced my way, they would see my naked breasts; my face. The neighbourhood was going to know what a slut I was.
Another whisper, “This is just the primaries, my dear. I am loosening you for when I fuck you with my piece. I don’t want you sore, just stretched.”
Brenda paused then wickedly added, “But you are not allowed to cum.”
Her last words were louder; they seemed to rebound around the stairwell and then travel downwards to the waiting lobby. But their biggest effect was on my body…
I suddenly needed to cum.
In response, my body wiggled and fidgeted. I gritted my teeth trying not cum. Then Brenda added a second finger, pushing it deep into my folds.
I imagined her smiling as she slowly worked her two digits into me, before stretching my pussy as she gently rotated them. All I could do was thrust my face into my arm and then carefully bite my skin. My body was on fire, with small hot convulses in my vagina, its juice now dribbling from me, covering my girlfriend’s fingers. She knew my body’s tune, first little caresses and then slow circles as my pussy was stretched.
In and out her fingers fucked me, with an increasing number of digits.
I needed to cum, I thought, as erotic images flowed through me. She was warming me up, preparing me, so I can take the plastic cock which I knew she was wearing. I groaned into my arm; my pussy twitched and stretched. I am so ready for Brenda’s fake cock, if she keeps going as she is, it is more likely I am going to be overcooked and cum all over the grey marble floor.
I gulp as my pussy pulses. It wanted to rebel at the idea of not cumming. I knew my orgasm was close, too close, and it was an unfamiliar experience to try and find a way to delay my release.
How can you delay an orgasm? I silently ask myself between gurgles and groans. There must be a way. My eyes and mind searched as my teeth bit together, my arm doing its best to muffle my groans.
I stared into the car park below and scanned the number plates. I am looking to form words from their letters and take my mind from my pussy; and its needs.
It doesn’t work, but I am thankful that Brenda was deliberately not touching my clitoris. She was edging me, keeping me hot and crazy. I gasped for air, yet buried my mouth into my arm to keep quiet. She had added another finger; now there were four in me, fucking, rotating and stretching me. My pussy screaming at me, it wanted, or more correctly, needed, to cum.
I started to convulse; I was going to cum… I was going to cum!
Brenda slapped my bottom, hard. It stung. Then all I could hear was the echo, as the sound of the smack reverberated around the stairwell. The slap had its desired effect as it took the edge off. The need to cum had somewhat rescinded.
“Not yet, my dear,” Brenda hissed, all her fingers still in me; fucking me.
Then I heard a noise. It came from the left of me. It was the lift coming to life.
I dared not move… or cum, though I instinctively tried to pull away and escape Brenda’s invading fingers. Another softer slap came. It was a warning. I stayed in my position.
The whirl of the lift motor was now so much louder than the wet sloshing sound that emanated from the folds of my pussy. Then a clunk as the elevator descended towards the lobby. Someone was coming up. Whom and to which floor, neither Brenda nor I knew. But there are only three to choose from, as you didn’t need an elevator for the ground floor.
Brenda’s fingers continued their rhythmic fuck; my pussy was now a cunt, whatever it was, it was awash with its juices. My breathing was heavy; though my breasts were cold as they continued to be pressed against the glass window.
“Let’s go in and fuck,” I murmured as I heard a whirl and then a clunk. The noise suddenly brought home that the lift had started to rise.
“All in good time, my dear.” Brenda’s words were calm, little more than a whisper.
All I wanted to do was to scream, run… and cum. But they are the three things I am not allowed to do. I didn’t want to get caught, but… I did not want to fail Brenda.
My ears strained for the sound of the elevator; it was rising, hopefully not to the top floor. I felt an element of panic increasing within me as I stood there, naked, arched, pushed against the glass window with my legs apart; my girlfriend feverously fingering me with four of her digits. She was loosening my sopping hole. I bit down, my face buried in my arm, not wanting to be seen or heard. My ears are straining, listening for the ping and the lift’s arrival; my pussy was almost forgotten.
Then I heard it… the ping… it was loud… but crucially, the noise came from the floor below us. I sighed in relief as I tried to keep quiet. I daren’t breathe, or move… or cum!
From below I hear distant footsteps, then the echo of a key turning in a lock. A pause, and then with overriding relief, a bang as a door shuts… then silence apart from a quiet sloshing sound from Brenda’s fingers. They were now making the only noise, a squelching sound as they worked my pussy, in and out, slowly rotating, and deliberately loosening me. She had not once touched my clitoris, given me some relief, and let me cum.
We both knew she didn’t want me cumming; that she was in control and wanted to keep me horny, on edge, and ready for her fake plastic cock.