Keira & Rose Vol. 1

Keira & Rose Vol. 1

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Lesbian lovers... The tattooist...

Summary

Lesbian lovers... The tattooist...

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Submitted: March 13, 2011

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Submitted: March 13, 2011

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Keira

I need to fuck…
This need had started off as few bothersome flames that I could manage myself. But now the blaze has grown into a cruel and a bit of a suffocating hellfire that I’m literally burning alive in. I find myself grumbling curses under my breath whenever I walk past a woman who simply smells good. Utterly afraid that I just might snap and jump on her, gobble her up like a piece of fried chicken then moan and lick her off my fingertips…
Dear God! What’s wrong with me? I’m in heat! Just like some over-demanding, throw-my-body-at-your-feet cat. There is no other explanation. In a relationship it is cause for never leaving the house, the revealing of Miss Naughty who’s appetite is absolutely insatiable and my lover always reaps the benefits. But since I’m single…well…no women is safe around me. I’m on a destructive sexual warpath! I have become a danger to society because of pent up frustrations. How pathetic of me…
Now I’m just plain angry and want to shove my boobs in some innocents face. I have been pushed too far thanks to my own stupidity and in the process I killed the “good-girl”. Now I reek of feminine power, my energy laced with sexual poise just waiting to be beckoned. My hungry gaze devouring anyone I allow it to rest upon. My essence flowing along electrical currents, sparking and sizzling, heated pheromones becoming a drug that my prey is acutely aware of and unable to deny. Just the smell of me, the sensations I radiate, the constant blaze that seems to crackle about the air gives me strength and control, both of which I’m going to apply to the fullest.
Some call it, “The Power of Pussy”. My entire body calls it my divine right to fuck when I need to.
And right now an orgasm is the only thing on my mind!
Armed with my need to touch someone immediately, I entered the tattoo shop instantly finding the reason I had dressed carefully today. Each piece of clothing from my matching black lace undergarments to the hip-riding jeans was picked to hug my hourglass figure, chosen to define every curve I was blessed with. And as planned Rose would take complete notice, just like me she doesn’t miss a beat.
Glancing away from her customer, Rose found me at the door, her gorgeous face instantly brightening in a you-just-made-my-day smile as her eyes traveled over and down each rise and fall. Her gaze going to my hair next, following the brown and blonde streaked strands to my waist before she swallowed hard and met my eyes. I didn’t bother to hide the knowledge she saw when she locked with my baby-blues, I let her know in a single flash of heat that I knew exactly what she was thinking. She did what I had wanted her to do, she let her mind slip straight into the gutter. A perfect place to be.
Smirking at her flushed cheeks, I slowly made my way past Rose and her male customer. Two pairs of eyes glued to my every sway as I turned and sat in a nearby chair, impatiently awaiting my turn. I flipped through her portfolio, paying no attention to my onlookers, searching for anything new she has drawn since I was here last. After at least a minute came the buzzing, Rose’s attention now diverted back to her work, tattooing what appeared to be a tribal-like lion on the mans shoulder blade.
Such raw genius she has, such magical hands capable of creating amazing art. Hmmm… I wonder what else her talented hands can do? Hugging her portfolio, chewing on my thumbnail, I smiled at the thought of Rose’s hands. Watching her do what she does best, listening to her pleasant chattering with her customer.
Finally finished with her customer the man carelessly flirted with me while Rose hurried about his paperwork. Trying to charm me with his dashing smiles that might have worked on a normal woman. To bad he doesn’t know there is nothing normal about me. Aggravated that I had been polite and smiled back to her customer, Rose practically threw the papers at him, explaining how to care for his tattoo as fast as she could before guiding him out the door. He waved a happy good-bye to me as she slammed the door in his face, locking it behind him and flipping around the sign to close the shop for the night. When she turned back around the look she gave me was pure jealousy and for a split second I imagined her attacking me with sharp claws and fangs. But little does she know jealousy turns me on. And little does she know that I am going to make it up to her…and then some.
She wouldn’t even look at me as she took her seat, her jaw clenching in annoyance as she waved me over, patting the adjustable chair in front of her. It took everything in me not to smile at her irritation as I walked between the chair and her then stopped. Tilting her head, Rose hit me with those gold-brown eyes, eyes like those of a hawk, a predator, softly highlighted in thin black liner. Eyes that match the exact color of her hair and look straight into me with a confidence that makes my pussy drip on command. Rose does not fear my intensity, she meets it head-on like a real woman should. It makes her a rare delicacy for me. Something I’m going to take my time eating.
“Take off your shirt and turn around,” she ordered, her voice sounding firm yet her chest heaving as if she just sprinted across the state in a single heartbeat.
Grabbing the bottom of my snug fitting white tank I gradually lifted it above my head, my stomach slightly arching towards her mouth until I could feel her hot breath against my navel. Freeing myself I looked down as I tossed my shirt on the work table, Rose’s gaze leisurely admiring my smooth stomach and the diamond dragonfly belly-ring dangling just inches from her lips. Trying extremely hard not to glance towards my breasts, she coughed on a ragged breath and I fought another smile, her shaky hands grabbing the swell of my hips to quickly spin me around…
Oh! She’s strong! Yummy.
Standing behind me, her warm, slow moving fingers shifted my hair from my back. “You’ve already healed,” she said, my knees knocking together when her breath dashed across my smoldering skin.
I glanced over my shoulder with a half-grin, relishing in the feel of momentarily being at her mercy. If only she knew. One more little touch and I’d melt right here and now. “It’s amazing what eating gummy vitamins can do.”
Rose chuckled, shaking her head, golden hair brushing my needy flesh as she studied the most recent tattoo she had done on my back. “It looks perfect, Keira. Do you have anything in mind that you’d like tonight?”
I smiled as I bit my bottom lip. I have a few things in mind.
Moving my hair from my bare shoulder, I turned around to face her, taking one step closer when her eyes locked with mine. “Rose.” Reaching out, I ran her hair through my fingers, watching my fingertips as they lightly caressed down her cheek, enjoying the startled gasp. Gliding even closer Rose fumbled back a step, hitting her chair before she pivoted in the wrong direction, the back of her thighs coming in contact with the edge of the table. Leaving her with nowhere else to go but through me. “Do you still wonder if I’m a good kisser?” I asked, taking the last step that would press my body against hers.
Eyes wide, her bottom lip trembled, in fact every inch of her shivered against me. Her shocked gaze drifting to my lips than back to meet my eyes. “But I thought…”
“Just answer the question, Rose.” I leaned forward, bringing my mouth close to hers, just near enough that she could feel my breath and maybe, just slightly, the feel of my lips. “Do you still want to kiss me?”
She didn’t answer.
Instead, I watched her eyes as they quickly glazed with undeniable lust, watched as she slowly licked her parted lips. Standing motionless as her hands found their way into my hair, testing the silk before her fingers brushed down my neck. Stifling a moan of pleasure, I let her hands trail over my shoulders, chills rising as they dropped to my chest, her fingertips teasing my cleavage and sensitive nipples through my lace bra. I watched her. Knowing, that for just this moment I will let her have her control, let her feel me with the curious hands of an artist before I snatch that control away and take her on every surface and corner of her shop. For now I will allow her to touch me.
Her warm fingertips left a heated path down my stomach and into my jeans before Rose gripped my studded belt and yanked me closer to her, finally bringing her mouth to mine. I moaned into her kiss, keeping it slow and hot, acquainting myself with feel of her lips and tongue. My hands journeying under the back of her black t-shirt, up the dip in her lower back, fingers absorbing her heat as they traveled higher up her spine to her shoulder blades. I pulled her against me, squeezing her petite frame along mine. Having her submit to the pressure as I curled my fingers and raked my nails ever so slowly down her back until her lips left my lips, eyes closed, her head dropping back with a gasped, “Oh my god.”
Groaning as she shuddered, my mouth instantly found her available throat, nails still raking lower down her back as she arched into me, pressing her hips into mine. Gently biting into her neck and shoulder, I clawed further down, across her ass cheeks for my hands to cup the eager softness. Then in one fluid movement I tightened my grip, lifting her from the floor and onto the table, her back hitting the wall as her bottles of ink clattered to the floor. Without pause Rose wrapped her legs around my waist, hands in my hair, claiming my lips in a breathy kiss that had my heart thudding against my chest. Holding her hostage against me, I lifted her once more to sweep my free arm across the table, clearing the surface of her things before I laid her down on her back, her prefect apple-shaped ass just barely hanging over the edge of the table.
Not taking my mouth from hers I worked at removing her shirt, my hands rubbing along her tattooed sides, thumbs catching her bra as I pushed it further up, freeing her succulent breasts. Wasting no more than a second I broke our kiss to close my mouth around a nipple, moistening the peak before I pulled my lips away and softly blew, watching the nipple firm as Rose writhed below me. “Keira,” Rose whimpered, arching her back from the table as I moaned, my mouth sucking her in. Taking the opportunity I slid both hands under her, unfastening her bra, keeping her tight against me as my hands lowered, tongue still lapping her nipple until I gripped her ass and pressed my hips into hers. “Oh my god, Keira,” she moaned, hitting her hips against mine.
Rose reached for me, tightening her legs around my waist to lift herself, but I batted her hands away, forcefully pushing her back against the table. “No,” I warned, my voice thick with trembling need. “You can’t touch until I say so.”
A glint of light flickered across her eyes, a single golden eyebrow rising as she looked up to me with all her beauty. “Oh, really?”
My breath hitched. Does she intend to challenge me? Oh, wouldn’t that be fun.
I leaned over her and purred against her lips, “Behave, Rose. You don’t want to pick a fight with me.” Lowering my mouth back to her chest, I looked deep into her eyes. “Keep your hands to yourself.”
Without hesitating Rose disobeyed. Reaching for me again, I grabbed her wrists in mid-air, teeth nipping at her breasts as I slammed her arms against the table, pinning them down when she arched in protest. Suck-teasing along her sides, tongue tracing each tattoo that ran a line into her jeans, she fought with all her might, struggling to free her wrists from my grip. And I smiled as I sucked, licked, kissed and bit along the waistline of her jeans. Holding her wrists tight, breathing across her stomach, watching her quake whenever I lightly kissed, making my way further down. When I got to the button to her jeans I took it into my mouth, tongue and teeth working together to pop the button through the slit, moving on to the zipper which gave with ease.
Glancing towards Rose, I smirked at her surprised expression. Yes, love. I can do lots of things with my mouth. Would you like to find out?
“Now are you going to listen?” I asked as I nibbled her pussy through her hot jeans, loving how she jerked her hips closer towards my face. “Should I let you go?”
While Rose was thinking of her answer I quickly let go of my grip on her wrists, hands on her jeans, lifting her without a glitch to swiftly guide her pants past that perfect ass and down her thighs. She gasped when my hands caressed the back of thighs right before her knees, an obvious ticklish spot that I will come back to. When I dropped her jeans to the floor, Rose slipped off her bra and vaulted from the table, sitting up in an attempt to wrap herself around me. And I watched her with a smirk before I stepped forward, catching her wrists once again, lifting her arms above her head to force them against the wall. Using one hand I kept her wrists pinned as I slipped my other hand between her legs, bringing an end to her fight with two fingers.
Her head dropped back, smacking the wall, groaning a mangled, “Oh god,” as my fingers slipped as deep as they could go into her tight…mmmm…very wet pussy.
Now she will behave.
Taunting her swollen clit with my thumb I gently guided my fingers into steaming cream, her slick pussy throbbing from sudden penetration as I listened to her soft moans and gasps. Soaking every sensation in. I brought my lips to hers, kissing her as tenderly as I teased her pussy, building her higher with quiet wisps of touches. And Rose met me all the way, rubbing against me, needing each caress, each breath, each fleeting touch of my lips. Her desire my own, my energy feeding from every seducing movement of her body, stoking an already unstoppable blaze. Each gasp of slow pleasure, each brush of her hair against my skin, only ensuring what was to come.
With her hands pinned above her head and my fingers deep in her tight heaven, Rose shuddered and pumped with my hand. Eyes closed in our kiss, breathing heavily, reaching the point when her need to climax would take precedence over any other thought. And I took her on that ride, waiting for just the right moment…when I was ready to hear her scream.
“Keira,” Rose whispered against my lips, her desperate gaze not leaving face. “Please.”
That one word dripped down my spine, flared across my skin, unable to stop the shiver then silence my moan as my pussy ached between my legs. Letting go of her wrists I wrapped my free arm around her waist, pulling her against my hips as my fingers kept to the agonizing pace, thumb never halting its tender tease over her clit. Then Rose pressed against me, her hot stomach along mine, arms around my neck, fingers buried in my hair, beginning to thrust and rock, searching for that orgasm her pussy begged for as she fucked against me. And no matter how hard she punched her hips against mine my fingers remained deliberately slow, soft, sweet, tantalizing.
“Keira,” she whimpered as if in total pain. And then her pussy tightened around my fingers, her gorgeous mouth falling open in a gasp, her hips pummeling against mine one last time as delicate yet torturous ecstasy finally ruptured in hot bursts between her thighs. Her entire body locking tightly around mine as I lifted her from the table to send my fingers ever so deeper. Just to feel her swell as I pleased her pussy to the extreme, to feel her shake against me as the most prolonged surge of heat and wetness irrupted in a million beats around my fingers. “Oh god,” Rose breathed against my neck, hands pulling my hair in a death grip, trembling uncontrollably. “Oh my god.”
Falling away from the table, fingers still moving in and out, teasing her juicy, dripping pussy in the aftermath of her first orgasm, I moved to hold Rose up against the wall. When her back touched the cold wall behind her Rose bucked into me, her legs squeezing around my waist, my fingers soaring deep, her hands grabbing the sides of my face in a tongue-clashing, heart-stopping kiss. I was tittering on the brink of completely losing it. In dropping my barriers, in letting the beast out of the cage yet I know without a doubt in my mind that I could break Rose. So I slowed my breathing, tasting her lips, letting my hips hold her up as my fingers began another play at rapture.
“Oh shit,” Rose moaned into my mouth, a hand hitting the wall as she shifted her hips for my fingers. Golden eyes closed tight, lips tickling mine, breath hot gasps against my face as she lifted herself up with her legs around my waist and brought herself back down on my hand. My fingers relentless in their pursuit, teasing at the same unbearable rhythm I was before. And Rose dived and swayed with each thrust of my fingers, moaning each time she collided with my hips.
Lowering my mouth to her neck, teeth skimming across her moist flesh, I slowly kissed a trail then licked along her jaw to suck her bottom lip into my mouth and let it go just as quickly. “Take the orgasm, Rose.”
Moaning she gripped me tighter, sweat already beading down her spine as she hoisted and pumped, hoisted and pumped. My thumb flickering across her clit with every drive downward, fingers meeting, demanding her swollen hot spots to give me what I want in waves of throbbing wetness. In a rush of need I pressed her more firmly against the wall with my hips, counting on her own legs to hold her up as my mouth tore across her breasts. Rose crying out, her arms around my neck, forcing my mouth against her, her pace quickening with mine as she beat against my hand. And I sucked an achingly hard peak into my mouth, tongue lapping in circles, moaning into her breast as I licked and nibbled and flicked.
Her head rolled and hit my shoulder, the fizzing heat flowing between us causing our slick bodies to slide and suck against the another. But Rose was flying on reckless momentum, banging against me, my fingers digging deeper into her pussy, entire arm on fire as I drilled with each of her movements. I was panting just as heavily as her, hair just as soaked through, my jeans clinging to my legs as they became wetter under Rose’s juices and my own. My senses filled with the sounds and scents of sex, of our hot skin sheen with sweat and the dripping goodness of the convulsing pussy around my fingers.
I knew right where she was when I whispered, “Cum for me,” into her gaping mouth. She gasped and lifted, back against the wall and when she dropped I twisted my fingers inside her to hit my favorite spot. Her complete body jerking in response, her pussy pulsating, clit engorged under my knowing thumb. Nails dug into my scalp, when I slipped my fingers almost all the way out and sent them sailing back inside with a blow I felt rock through us both. “Now, Rose. Cum for me.”
Next came the sharpest, longest intake of air that has ever crossed my ears. Rose’s head smacking against the wall, her hips pummeling towards mine so fiercely that she pushed me back a step. I held fast as quick as I could, my legs shaking below me as the scream broke from her lungs. My mouth falling open as the sounds of her bliss rang out loud and clear, ricocheting off the walls of her shop and more than likely a few blocks down the street. I shuddered, fighting my own orgasm, lost to her cries of satisfaction until the scream came to a close, Rose instantly going limp in my arms.
I gasped when I caught her and held her safely against me, still unable to believe my eardrums had survived such a scream as I carried her towards the adjustable chair. I gently sat her down, removing her lifeless arms from around my neck. Brushing the hair from her face, I grinned mischievously as she strained to catch her breath. “Are you alive in there?”
A slow, seductive, womanly smile spread across Rose’s beautiful face. “Yes,” she croaked, trying to peel open her eyes to look at me.
“Don’t die on me yet, Rose.”
Reaching beside her on the chair, I grabbed the lever that would drop the back of seat all the way down. Careful not to send her plummeting backwards I assisted the chair slowly back until it came to a perfect horizontal stop. Working out of what clothes I still had on I climbed atop her, straddling her legs to kiss up her stomach, her fingers burrowing into my hair as I steadily moved upward. When I reached her she pulled me closer, her lips sucking on mine, tongue lashing into my mouth. Her mouth wet and wanting much like my aching pussy. And I rubbed against skin as soft as satin, moaning into our kiss, more than freaking ready for what I have in store next.
“Are you ready to lick my pussy?”
Eyes that struggled to open before snapped wide in surprise. “Oh god, Keira.”
Taking that as a yes, I shifted to my knees. Watching her predator gaze following my every move as I turned around, facing the same direction as Rose on my hands and knees. Looking behind me, to my ass in the air and her face not far from my goodies, I licked my lips, slightly moaning in welcome. Holding myself up on one hand, I skimmed my fingers down my stomach, past my dragonfly belly-ring. “Do I have to show you where to put your tongue, love?” Making sure I had her undivided attention, my hand journeyed lower between my legs, fingers spreading my drenched pussy lips. “Lick me…” I spread my pussy lips a little wider, bowed my back and swept my pink, swollen bud with the tip of my middle finger, “Right here.”
“Oh Jesus!” Rose gasped, her expression verging hysterics, the entire chair shaking with her as she arched forward, burying her face in my soaked folds.
I dropped my hand from between my legs, gripping the edge of the chair and settled my pussy nice and snug upon her face, moaning as I trembled from head to toe in sheer rippling pleasure. Rose gripped my hips, nails digging into my lower tattoo. Her powerful, masterful, yes wonderful tongue skirting over my clit in maddening circles, causing me to jerk and fidget each time she grazed my oh so tender swell. And I fucked against her mouth, bucked and rocked and swirled my hips to keep up with her tongue. Wanting that spinning-from-this-planet orgasm, wanting to scream as loud as Rose had when I shatter into bright dancing stars. I want my pussy juices to dribbled off her chin and I want her to slowly lick every ounce of me clean. I want her to love it. Because I fully intend to do the same thing.
Right then, I thrust my hips back, forcing Rose against the length of the chair, my hands hastily spreading her legs to slip my tongue between her thighs. “Oh Keira!” she moaned into my pussy, her tongue still teasing and pleasing as I buried my face deeper, sucking her pretty little clit into my mouth. “Oh fuck!” she yelled into my juices, her thighs gripping around my face when my tongue began to move.
It was a battle to keep from crumbling, to keep myself from melting as we licked, sucked, twirled and nibbled. Rose massaging my clit with her priceless mouth and I groaned into her creaminess, back arching as I spread my legs, taking this one-way flight to paradise. Yet I want the sweet, warm taste of Rose. Her clit to swell into a beating, yearning nub between my lips. My tongue to memorize the delicious, slick feel of her. And knowing my orgasm was making its way down my spine, a pulsating tide of elation dying to be unleashed, I matched each stride of her tongue until her hands left my hips and found their way into my hair. Her hips commanding my mouth as mine commanded hers. Wading on the coaster of ecstasy as slowly all limitations ceased to exist.
“Yes, Rose!” I moaned and gasped, feeling the blanket of heat spread across my body, feeling my pussy begin to flutter for that one lasting irruption. Then Rose locked around me, sweat trickling along my spine with the effort to sustain my lust, her breathing hoarse as she licked my pussy with no intentions of stopping until I was putty in her hands. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck”
Her grip on me tightened all the more, one moan after another vibrating against my pussy to shoot numerous jolts of heavenly heat throughout my body. I gave in to her tongue with grace then sucked Rose’s clit into my mouth to take her down with me. Withering into cinders as the orgasm seared, crackled back up my spine, each muscle tensing along my back before the rapture changed course and faster than a bolt of lightening snapped back down my spine. Clawing my nails in her thighs the pleasure washed over me like a waterfall of a sparkling tingles, my thighs naturally closing around her face as my cries of absolute fucking joy were muffled in Rose’s wet haven.
Unable to halt the urge, her mouth abandoned my throbbing pussy to scream my name at what I thought to be an unattainable volume. Her hips pumping against my face as her own orgasm laid merciless waste to her petite, uncontrollably shuddering body. I licked her inflamed bud in slow, sensual, deliberate measures until her trembling eased. Turning myself around I slid my slick body across hers, leaving light traces of my touches to kiss along her cheek.
“You have a wonderful tongue,” I said, watching her eyes as they lazily opened.
A shy half-smile crept onto her beautiful face, her gold-brown gaze lustrous with satisfaction. “You think so?”
“Mmmm, yes.” She blushed a deep shade of red and I giggled at her adorableness. Kissing her lightly on the lips I moved to whisper in her ear. “Get ready for round two.”



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