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🕑 Added 2025-11-20 21:00:03 +0000 UTCThey lay there a long time, both breathing hard. Peyton put her arm over her eyes. She really had loved it. She loved Liv. And she felt absurdly stupid that it’d taken her until now to realize that sex and Liv, two things she enjoyed, would together be a kind of heaven on Earth.
There’s no getting around it, she thought to herself. This is what I like. It’s the way I am. I’m just going to want more and more and more of it until the day I die. And I’m lucky enough to be able to get this feeling from Liv, who loves me too much to ever stop giving it to me. God, I hope she likes it even half as much as I do.
She got up on one elbow and looked at Liv’s body. She was going to ask Liv what she had to do to get one more dose of being her anal whore, but her greedy eyes fastened on that big strap-on. It was immense and, seeing its size, Peyton couldn’t stop thinking about how wonderfully big it had been inside her.
“Alright,” Liv purred, her domineering enjoyment of Peyton lighting up in her eyes. “You’ve halfway convinced me that this is about as desperate as you can get without losing your mind. You are pretty high-strung, after all. But now you have to convince me the rest of the way. You have to clean off my strap-on. And you have to use your tongue.”
“But it’s been in my ass!” Peyton gasped.
“And why shouldn’t you love your ass as much as I do?” Liv asked. “Suck on it. Now. It is not going in your ass again without your spit all over it.”
Peyton looked Liv in the eye. She really was just about to give into her. And she liked the thought as much as it scared her. Like she was about to ride a roller coaster down to the bottom of a hill. How much of a submissive slut would she be, if it were for Liv? Peyton almost couldn’t care, so long as she received the same pleasure she had gotten before…
“Tell me you love me,” Peyton said.
“Of course I love you—”
“Say it. Not Mistress Liv, not this brain, you. I… I’ll do this with someone I love, not just because it feels good. Please, Liv, I have to live with—”
Liv put a finger to Peyton’s lips. “I love you. I love fucking you a lot, but that is nothing compared to how I just… love you. Knowing how happy I made you, just now… my life’s kinda a living hell, what with all the murders and cannibalism and Blaine.”
Peyton nodded. She sympathized there.
“Solving murders makes it bearable, but you… doing that to you, with you, and knowing you liked it enough to beg for more… I’m happy. I finally make sense. Not that you haven’t always made me happy, Peyton, it’s not that—I just haven’t gotten enough of you, until now. I still haven’t. But this is a great start.”
Smiling, Peyton laid her head on Liv’s belly and took the strap-on in her hand. She extended her tongue and was as surprised as anyone could be when Liv pinched her tongue between her fingers, just shy of the dildo.
“You’re not going to say it back?” Liv asked.
“I love you!” Peyton giggled, unable to believe she’d lost herself in what Liv said to the point of not thinking to say it. “I love you, I love you, I love—”
Liv guided her head from her stomach to over the tip of the strap-on. “Show me.” And she brought Peyton’s mouth down onto the big black cockhead.
Peyton took it into her mouth. Looking into Liv’s eyes, she gently, lovingly sucked on it. Liv’s hips twitched, making the strap-on lurch in her mouth. Peyton took her lips off it and kissed the tip.
“I love you,” she said again.
“I heard you the first time.”
“I was talking to the dildo. It’s been doing most of the work lately.”
“I’ll show you more,” Liv promised, and pushed Peyton’s head down again.
***
It’s not fair, Rita thought, faced with her reflection as she came home. It had taken her month to find a steady fuck like Major. Now the son of a bitch was leaving town. How long would it take her to find another good cock?
Rita took off her blouse, then reached back to unhook the clasp of her bra. Bending forward, she helped it off of her arms and flung it carelessly towards the hamper. She faced the mirror again, now naked from the waist up. Rita took a huge breath and thrust her breasts out, examining her reflection until it met with her satisfaction.
Turning from side to side, she could see that she still had a dancer’s body. Her breasts were high and firm, without any sign of sagging.
“Any man would sell his soul to suck on these beauties. And what does Major want to do? Moon over his lost love. Can’t even bear to be in the same city as her. What a sap.”
She unzipped her skirt. It descended her smooth thighs to become a puddle on the ground. She stepped out of it, then pushed her panties down over her knees to let gravity take it down with her skirt. Now completely naked, she ran her fingers through the thick thatch that decorated her pubis.
“Not bad at all,” she told her reflection. “The problem’s on Major’s end. You just need to find someone with the proper appreciation.”
From the time Rita was eight, she had wanted to be a dancer. She’d worked hard at it: local TV, variety shows, even lying about her age to work in professional circles. Even if they were cheap dives, at least it was experience. But when she’d grown up, she’d discovered that all that effort was put to far better use chasing pleasures instead of trying to find her satisfaction in some arbitrary career approval.
She heard something then. It sounded like a moan. Rita started. Liv? Getting laid? This she had to see.
Far more likely her roomie was watching porn. Which would be funny as hell to see. And if Liv saw her naked, so what? She’d just established she had nothing to hide. And Rita could just imagine teasing Liv for complaining about her nudity when she was looking at—
Another woman’s cunt.
Rita froze solid. It was Liv in the bedroom, but not alone. There was another woman there and that lithe, perfect body could only belong to Peyton. Their bodies slithered together in the damp moonlight; their heads pressed sensually between each other’s thighs.
***
Peyton shuddered as Liv’s tongue found her pussy. The coroner licked from one end of her pink slit to the other. Using her tongue like a crowbar, she forced apart Peyton’s lip to tease at the inner folds.
Liv sucked the delicate lips into her mouth. She pulled on them, only gingerly letting them go. Then her tongue shot out and entered the gently scalloped folds.
Peyton gasped and moaned. The tremors racing through her were almost too much to bear. She felt the tension rising inside her. It wouldn’t take much more than a touch on her clit and all the heat she felt would burst into flame.
She took Liv’s strap-on into her mouth. It tasted of lubricant and her own ass; the mixture was more intoxicating than she had realized it could be. It was sex—pure, undiluted sex. Proof positive of how hard they’d fucked. And she enjoyed it.
***
Rita’s hands moved down her belly and into the softly curling hair between her toned thighs. She slowly opened her legs, seeing how the red thatch covering her became wet in the half-light of the darkened apartment.
Her mound pulsed against her fingertips as she drew her womanhood open, exposing the interior of her hot pussy to the nippy air.
“Fuck her, Liv, fuck her,” she whispered under her breath, happy to see both of them on the open market. Here were two women self-evidently ready and willing to be seduced. Sure, all the “I love you”s were loaded, but Rita could work around that. Especially with Liv. She was obviously on a romantic kind of brain at the moment, but a little creative thinking and…
Groaning, Rita pushed her middle finger inside herself, feeling her pussy lips open slightly for it. Her eyes raced wildly over the two fucking women. She heard the smack of skin against naked skin and the low mewling sounds of desire coming from their throats. But she could only imagine the length and thickness of Liv’s glistening strap-on while it was mouthed and throated by Peyton’s beautiful face.
Thinking of how she would take advantage of such a willing partner, the fire inside Rita burned hotter than ever, demanding more fuel for its flame. She added another finger, opening her legs still further.
Rita looked down at herself to see one hand squeezing into her left breast while the other worked rhythmically at her glistening cunt. It was hard not to think about the thrust and withdrawal of a long hard cock while she watched Peyton’s mouth go up and down on that dildo.
