Mistletoe Vol. 1 Becca’s Gift.

It’s December, and Becca has once again found herself alone. No significant other, no boyfriend, no man, not even a girlfriend to get drunk with. She promised herself in August that she’d be with somebody special, somebody worth her time, but now she has only herself to be with. Christmas is 3 days away, and all she can think about is how empty her bed is. Normally this wouldn’t be an issue, as you see Becca is a cute little Asian mixed woman. Curvy, light skinned, 5′ 3”, with cute dark brown freckles, chinky eyes, jet black hair that lingered at the base of her back, really thick thighs, a firm ass, and at the bottom of it all were these cute little feet. Size five and a half. Becca always loved to have her toes painted, being that everyone would compliment her on how cute her feet and toes were. This was always an attributing factor when it came to dressing up for the day. She would always coordinate her clothes according to what color her toes were. Pink toes meant pink top, and matching panties. Becca would stare at herself in the mirror for at least 20 minutes in the mornings. Slowly sliding her hands up and down her body, gently pinching her nipples as she passed her hands over her 34C breasts that lay snugly in her Victoria Secret bra. Her hands continued downward towards her hips, stopping briefly to adjust the lace on her panty, then sliding them even further towards her neatly trimmed pussy. Still adjusting, she would sneak a finger or two underneath the soft fabric, to briskly rub her clit a few times just because it was there. She enjoyed that part, always making sure she didn’t spend too much time rubbing, because it would lead to another blissful, but lonely encounter alone on the bed. Breathing slightly harder now, she moves away from the mirror to get dressed for her nine to five that is awaiting her arrival. An all navy blue business ensemble is the order of the day, but she spiced it up by throwing on a slightly see through pink blouse, that not only matches her toes, but allows a quick peek of the hidden cleavage underneath. “I am that damn hot!”, she exclaimed slapping her round ass as she walked out the door of her apartment.

Becca’s journey started and ended with a train ride to work. Long Island Railroad into Manhattan, about 45 minutes of unexpected train stories waiting to unfold. Drama, fighting, comedy, and sometimes the occasional sex story would hold her attention during her trip to work. Everyday seemed to be the same, but this week, being Christmas week, things were a little more intense. More people shopping, being happy, smiling, laughing, just simply being in a state of mind that Becca was having a hard time feeling herself. No matter, this was her stop and she had to get her day done and over with. At work Becca counted the minutes to her two favorite times of the day. Lunch time, and Quitting Time. Well lunch was over, and she had only but a few hours or so left in her day, when a message popped up on her screen as she sat at her desk, “Team Meeting in 10 minutes, Room 42”. This meant nothing to her being that she wasn’t a part of, “The Team”. “Oh well”, she sighed as she began to organize some paperwork into a few file folders. “Shit!”, she painfully whispers as there’s now a small bead of blood gathering between her thumb, and forefinger. Becca hurries to get to the bathroom to clean off the paper cut she’s just received. Not realizing how long she was in the bathroom, Becca comes to her desk to find a small gift wrapped box by her laptop. Looking around for some acknowledgment of who might have put it there, she found herself alone in the office normally occupied by 11 other people. “Oooohh right, the Team meeting.”, Becca mumbles to herself. Sitting down and wondering what could be inside this cute blue and silver box. She turns the box over to see a post-it attached to the bottom. It reads, “Merry X-mas Becca”. “Weird?” is the only word that can make its way out her mouth. Once again flipping the box around as to guess what’s inside, her fellow employees begin to file out of the board room. This may be her chance to see who gave it to her, so she gently places it where everyone can see it. In hopes that whoever put it on her desk would speak up about it. One right after the other they all come out, and not one of them said anything. “Really?”, Becca mumbled as she sat back in her chair in frustration. She let out a long sigh, and began to reach for the box when a woman came out the room. This was a woman who she has seen before on a few occasions.

Anytime she came, it was for business purposes, and today seems no different. With that in mind, Becca grabbed the box to place it in her drawer, and as she looked up the woman was now standing by her desk. A startled Becca uttered, “Can I help you?” The woman smiled, and with a girlish chuckle replied, “I see you got my gift.” Completely thrown off at this point, Becca reaches for the gift and in a bewildered voice says, “You gave this to me?” The gift now sitting on desk, the woman leans in to whisper her answer. “Yes Becca I got this for you.” Continuing, “I noticed on my past few visits that you seemed to be down in the dumps, and I figured this to be a nice pick me up type of gift.” Feeling a little better about the situation, Becca replies, “You got that from just looking at me?” “But we never talked, and I don’t even know your name.” The woman quickly and softly says her name, “Susan.” “Well…….um Susan”, she stumbles on her thoughts still trying to make sense of it all. “Thank You, I appreciate it” Susan then reaches for the box, and places it on Becca’s lap, and whispers something a little unexpected. “You don’t have to wait till Christmas to open it Becca, just be sure to call the number inside when you do.” And with that Susan seductively kisses her earlobe. Now you would think that Becca would have freaked at this point, but she seemed to be mesmerized by Susan’s perfume, and her sexuality seem to over power her business persona. Nothing came from Becca’s mouth as Susan walked away. All she could do is look at this innocent looking box sitting in her lap, wondering what was inside of it. Then reality kicked in for her, “Oh shit, did she just kiss me?!?!” She quickly reached up to cover her mouth hoping that no one else heard that statement. Slightly embarrassed, she shoves the box back into the drawer where it remained until the end of the day. “Ah yes 5:15pm and it is time to go home!”, is the statement heard by all that remain in the office.

With little haste Becca walks away from her desk, and then suddenly stops to realize the gift Susan had given her is still in the desk. Still feeling strange about the box she almost reluctantly puts it in her purse, and then walks out. The train ride is spent going over the scene that took place at her desk this afternoon. More so the part of when Susan leaned in and kissed her ear.

Becca found herself beginning to become more and more aroused by the warmness of Susan’s lips on her ear. It’s been a very long time since she’s had that feeling. Soon her thoughts went from bewilderment, to fantasy and then to seduction. The scene now became filled with a haze, and now she could see Susan’s cleavage under her blazer, and the whisper turned into a seductive kiss that traveled down the side of her neck all the way to her shoulder. Her imagination was getting the best of her now, as she began to squirm slowly in her seat. She briefly opened her eyes to scan the area around her, looking to see if anyone had a clear view of her.

This was one of those rare times where the train was kind of empty, and she was glad for it. Reassuring herself of her immediate privacy, Becca slumped down a little in her seat, and slowly raised her right leg, as to use it to prop up her fairly large Coach bag.

This was the perfect cover for what was coming next. With her leg raised, skirt slightly pulled up, she allowed herself to slip back into her fantasy. She picked up at the point where Susan was French Kissing her ears, and now working her way down to her shoulder. The office was still bustling with people walking back and forth, but nobody seemed to notice what was going on. Susan then stood behind Becca placed her hands on her shoulders and then slowly slid them down to the front her blazer. She started kissing her ears, and neck again, while unbuttoning her blazer. Top button, then the second, then the third. Becca’s breasts seems to jump out now that they’ve been released from their containment. Now the kissing stops, and silky voice whispers a question in her ear, “May I?” Becca utters the word “Yes.”, and her bra becomes undone allowing her breasts to sit freely in the open. She imagines a cool breeze whisping across her brown nipples making them ever so hard and erect. Now at this point , Becca has slid her hand underneath her blazer and is briskly rubbing her nipple. The scene continues, as Susan pulled Becca away from her desk, and is now kissing her nipples. Sucking on them gently, warming them up with her tongue, and then letting the AC filled office shock them with every passing breeze. This was exciting, and wildly passionate. To feel like this should be forbidden, but Becca was taken by the mystique of it all. Squirming a little more now in her seat on the train, Becca moved her hand from her breast down to her panty line. Slowly and with a snake like movement she managed to get two fingers down to her already wet pussy. As she began to rub her clit, she could hear Susan’s breath in her ear. It turned her on even more, she imagined it was Susan fingering her pussy. She never knew that non-painted fingernails were so sexy. Her hands were so soft, and gentle, all the while so forceful and demanding to find their way deeper into Becca’s soaking wet snatch. Becca sighed out a sultry moan, that was luckily drowned out by the clacking of the train switching tracks. This scene seemed like it went on forever, every heart beat could be felt through her pussy. Her throbbing clit seemed to control what would be coming next. Becca was fingering herself vigorously now, no longer paying attention to her surroundings, she felt it, that moment of orgasmic bliss. “Bing! Bong!, Lynbrook Station, Next stop.” Her climax was cut short, she came to, and her stop was next. “Fuck!” was what quietly but angrily came from her mouth. She sat there breathing heavily, not realizing that her fingers were still slowly massaging her clit down to a point where she could relax again. She pulls out her fingers to see that they are both soaking wet with her own juices. She reaches down again to feel that her panties are soaked through, and her skirt has also become a casualty of her imagination. She quickly decides to take them off while no one is looking, thinking that going commando will be more bearable than wet panties rubbing against her skin. Becca gathers herself up and exits the train, a strong breeze comes up flinging newspapers and leaves all over the place. She becomes paralyzed with a harsh but yet arousing sensation. The wind has found its way up to her still moist pussy. It seems like with every step the breeze is licking and teasing her clit with its cold tongue. “OMG! This is crazy!”, she shouts as she walks at an even quicker pace. With the cold wind constantly snapping at her clit, Becca makes it home into her warm apartment where she collapses on her couch from general orgasmic fatigue. Bag to her side, she unbuttons her coat, then her blazer, and rolls off the couch to get her still soaked business skirt off.

Now laying on the floor, completely drained, Becca blows some warm breath into her hands, and begins to slowly warm up her frosted pussy. “Oh Shit!”, she whines in this confusing voice, as she places her semi warm hands on her crotch. The warmth of her hands starts to bring the natural feeling back to her frozen clit. Moaning and sighing, she begins to gently rub her cold lips, steadily increasing the blood flow to them again. “Aaahhh, that feels sooo much better.” Now using two hands to get the job done, her body has warmed up to the point of where it was on the train. Thus allowing her to slip back into her fantasy about Susan. Now in the comfort of her own home, she begins to play with herself all over again, propping one leg on the couch, and the other on the coffee table. Her breathing now escalated, the sound of her own unmuzzled voice turns her on even further. Her mind has now put Susan in her apartment, and she is simply watching her finger herself. Becca can once again hear Susan’s voice telling her to enjoy herself, whispering in her ear to cum. “Cum for me Becca” “Cum for me.”, is all she could hear now. Becca now vigorously using three fingers to induce the orgasm she was denied on the train. One hand inside of her now throbbing pussy, while the other violently squeezing her nipples. That moment is fast approaching, “Oh, oh, oh, my God this feels sooo good!!!”

“Almost there………..almost……” She quickly pulls up her blouse, reaches behind to unclasp her bra, exposing her voluptuous tits, and goes back into her pussy two hands this time. Once again three fingers inside, and two fingers work her clit, her body is on fire with ecstasy. With one last grunt it happens, “Ungh! Ah Ah Yes!!” As her body heaves, her hips thrust upward, a squirting sound is heard, then a sprinkle is felt. Becca has cum like never before. She pulls her fingers out of her dripping wet pussy to only induce yet another quick showering burst of her sweet juices. She catches the spray with her hands, and rubs it all over her breasts, and nipples, gently now caressing them and relaxing her body into submission. She lowers her ass back to solid ground, where it rests in a puddle of her own cum. The warm fluid surprises her for a brief moment, but then she slips her fingers into her mouth to taste what she has produced during her cataclysmic erotic explosion. It’s different, a little sweet, a little sour, but none of that matters, because the aroma all by itself is truly intoxicating.

Her pussy is drenched, her body is wet, any little breeze that flows across her body makes her twitch and shiver, and her energy is now drained. Becca manages to sit up against the couch, for a moment to catch her breath and try to regain some strength so she can make it to her bedroom. She closes her eyes for a moment, just to relax. When she opens them again, 3 hours have passed. Still feeling drained, but now more hungry, Becca slowly gets to her feet and makes her way to the bathroom. She opens the shower door, turns on the hot water, and steps inside.

As the water runs down her body, she realizes that her blouse and bra are still on. Gingerly she takes the water soaked items off of her sticky body, and begins to clean herself off. Passionately she washes her face, and works her hands down from her shoulders to her breasts. She caresses them slowly, playing with her brown nipples, joyfully watching the soap trickle over them, and down to her navel. Her body is sexy, steaming, smooth, and sensual all while being washed of the previous events that just took place. She now moves to her hips, sliding her hands up and down, front to back, briskly squeezing her firm ass cheeks, and then giving them a gentle slap just to feel them jiggle. Becca chuckles when she feels her ass shake with every movement of her scrubbing herself. She squats down close to the floor, and holds on to the handle on the wall with one hand while sliding her other hand onto her pussy. Taking time to gently squeeze her clit clean, enjoying every moment of it. Still squatting, she begins to massage her pussy, grabbing her thick lips and every so often pushing in a finger or two inside for good measure. “Aaaahhhh, mmmm.”, is the sound she makes when she feels that her beautiful pink pussy is thoroughly clean. With her body clean, and libido still in 5^thgear, Becca’s mind starts to wander again.

“What is wrong with me today?” She asks herself as she continues to rub her pussy. “I’m so fucking horny…..God!” With that last statement to herself, she stands up, turns off the water, grabs a towel, and walks into the living room. Becca has this seductive walk about her. Even when no one is around, her ass tends to slink from side to side in a wave like motion, flicking water off with every step. She sits down on the couch where she’d left her bag, and opens it up to find the gift that Susan had given to her.

As she pulls it out, she once again becomes overwhelmed with that intoxicating aroma that surrounded Susan back at the office. She holds the gift close to her nose, to take in all of sensuality that it can possibly give her.

“Mmmmm I love that smell, what is it?” Becca whispers as she continues to smell the small box. She stops savoring the aroma long enough to begin unwrapping the gift. Slowly but surely it comes undone, and it’s a bright red unmarked box. She turns it around to find the spot that allows it open fully. There’s a small tab that is sticking out of the bottom of it, she pulls it, and the box seems to unravel on its own. She pulls the box apart to find a pink shimmering vibrator. This wasn’t your average dick shaped vibrator with the extra clit stimulator attached to it, this was something different. Something she hadn’t seen before, and Becca has owned her fair share of sex toys. This was totally new to her, shocked by the look of it she closely examined the item trying to figure out how it worked. At that moment a slip of paper fell from the remains of the box. It was Susan’s cell number. As she read the number she could once again feel Susan’s soft lips kissing her ear, and hear her voice telling her to call her when she opened the gift. Hesitantly, Becca dials the number and waits. By the 4^thring she hears the voice she’d been fantasizing about earlier this afternoon. “Hello?”, her voice was even sexier over the phone. Becca paused to hear her voice again. “Hello, is anybody there?” The sound of her voice made her nipples hard. Before Susan could hang up, Becca uttered a few words. “Yes, um….I would like to speak with Susan please.” There was a pause and then Susan spoke, “Ah Becca, I see you opened my gift. Thank You for calling me.”

Her voice was so so sexy. Between smelling Susan and now hearing her voice, Becca was almost besides herself. “Yeah, um hi Susan….”, Becca was starting to fantasize about Susan again, all the while trying to keep her head in the current conversation. “….I wanted to say thanks for this……gift.” She continued, “Well really I’m a little um……..shocked I guess would be a good word, by all of this.”

This was the best Becca could do given the circumstances. Susan replies, “I hope that I didn’t over step any personal boundaries with you, I just thought that this would be a cool gift for you to have.” Quickly Becca replies, “No, not at all!”

At that moment Becca decides to lay it all out. “To be honest with you Susan, I had a bit of an encounter, and it involved you.” “So I HAD to call you.”

There was a pause that seemed to last forever, and then Susan spoke. “Oh really, do you wanna talk about it?” There was an eeriness about the way she just said that, as if to say she already knew what had happened, and all she wanted to do was confirm the truth. Nevertheless, it still turned her on. “Well sure, I don’t mind if you have the time.” Not sure where this would lead, Becca waited for an answer. “How about I come by tomorrow?” This didn’t make any sense to her, “Tomorrow?” Becca replied. “Yes, didn’t you get the email about your office being closed early?” Now totally thrown off, she fumbles through her bag to pull out her I-pad to confirm what Susan was saying. “Oh shit.”, falls out of her mouth. She then hears Susan giggling on the other end. “Oh, um sorry about that, my afternoon was very hectic, and I didn’t get a chance to check my emails.” “It’s OK, so now that I have you on the phone, do you like the gift?” Becca began to pull herself together, and then managed to respond accordingly. “Well I would say yes I do, but I don’t know what to make of it.” Saying this to her would hopefully shed some well deserved light on the situation. “Well….”, Susan starts, “…it’s a new clip on wireless remote controlled vibrator.” Becca with her new toy in hand, softly whispers, “Ooooh, so that’s what it is.” Feeling better about her new gift, she turns it over and over to closely examine it. Susan speaks again, “There is a website that is printed on the label. Go there and you’ll see how to use it.” There was brief silence that took place, “Becca you there?” Fumbling with her items, Becca speaks loudly, “Yeah sorry, I saw the website and it showed me how to attach the vibrator. I’m putting on some fresh panties, I’ll be a second!” In the midst of grabbing a pair of V.S. PINK panties she realizes what she just did. A little embarrassed, she picks up the phone and speaks in a low shameful voice. “Um hi, sorry about that Susan.” Once again she can hear Susan chuckling in the background. “I guess I was a little anxious to try this out.” Susan replies, “No worries, I was the same way when I bought mine!” This made everything a lot better. At that moment Becca was at ease, but what was said next completely blew her mind. “Becca….. I want to ask you something.”

Not knowing what was coming next, she answered, “Yeah sure, go ahead.” Susan began to speak in her seducing voice again. “Becca, do you use Skype, or some type of video calling program?” I wanna show you something that can’t wait until tomorrow.” This was unexpected, and somewhat alluring, she answered in her timid voice. “I have Face-time on my I-pad, is that good for you?” Not knowing what was coming next, she awaited a reply. “That’s perfect, what’s your user-name?” with that, they exchanged info and hung up the phone. A few minutes passed as Becca just finished clipping on the new toy, when her I-pad began to ring. It was Susan, her heart began to race, her nipples began to tingle, and she just realized she was still topless. Quickly she hit accept and waited for the screen to open up. “Hello…?”, is what she hears. “Hi Susan, hold on one sec!” As Becca scrambles to find a top, she hears Susan’s voice again, “Becca…please come to the screen.” There was a sultry, but commanding tone in her voice. It was weird how Becca felt inclined to just sit in front of the screen topless. She spoke again, “Becca, I doesn’t matter if you’re not wearing anything I need to show you this!” This time, her voice drew her back to the couch. Bashfully, she walked over to the screen, and what she saw shocked her.

There was Susan sitting in her bedroom with nothing more than a cut off t-shirt, and a thong on. Becca’s hands dropped from her breasts, as she began to gawk at how beautifully sexy Susan was. Her breasts were petite and were perfect mouthfuls of Heaven. Her body was stunning, her top was slightly wet and her pink nipples were beginning to show through. This woman was absolutely gorgeous. She spoke, “Becca, I’m glad to see you already have the vibrator on, and might I say I love your tits.” This was soooo different, it was a dream, but not her dream. This was unreal, Becca began to speak. “You know Susan, I’ve been with a woman before, but I wanna tell you that I fantasized about you on the train, and again when I got home.” Susan replies, “Oh really?” “What took place in this fantasy of yours?” Becca, still in awe gave in her testament. “I envisioned you rubbing and kissing my shoulders and neck. Then you opened up my top and began to kiss and suck on my nipples.” The thought seemed to turn both women on, to the point where they both were now sitting with their legs slightly open. “Mmmmm, sounds good, what happened next?” This allowed Becca to go all in with her fantasy. “Well, I began to finger myself on the train, thinking it was you, finger fucking my pussy.” Breathing is heard on both sides of the conversation now. There’s a pause, due to both women now fondling themselves on camera for each other. Becca still topless rubs her breasts as she watches Susan rub her clit. They both begin to moan a little, or just enough so they can hear each other. Susan speaks in her sultry voice, “Becca…. I need you to turn on your vibrator for me please.”

Hearing the request, Becca slides her fingers down to her panty where the device is, and blindly searches for some type of switch. While she searches she can’t resist the opportunity to play with her clit while her fingers are down there.

“Uugh! Oooohhh!”, are the sounds that sail from Becca’s mouth. While moaning she continues, “I don’t feel a switch, but my clit feels good though!” Forgetting what she was supposed to do, Becca begins to squeeze and rub her pussy with both hands. Suddenly, “Becca stop!” She hears the command and stops her hands from penetrating and already creamy pussy. “Becca I need you to find the button on the vibrator.” She looks at the screen to see Susan now sitting there with her top off, breasts exposed, and fondling her nipples. “Click!” “Found it, now what?”, Becca asks in a voice reminiscent of a scolded school girl. “Sit back for me, and just wait for it.” Becca slouches back into her cushy couch, legs apart, and hands on her nipples.

Becca watches as Susan picks up a skinny black & pink box in her hand, and begins to fiddle with it. There’s a beeping noise coming from her room now, and then it stops. Becca’s sexual frustration is beginning to mount when suddenly she feels something. “Buzzzz.” Her body shivers, with the sound. This time even longer, her eyes roll into the back of head. She grabs the arm of the couch, not knowing what to make of what was happening. “Good. The WIFI is enabled now.” “Becca blurts out, “WiFi, what do you mean WiFi?”

Susan responds, “Your toy is a wireless device, and can be activated anywhere, at anytime.” In awe, Becca sits up and in her still moaning voice says, “OK, so where’s the remote?” Susan seductively responds, “I have it, and I will give it to you tomorrow.”

Becca was dumbfounded at what she just heard. The thought of her orgasms being in the hands of another woman somewhat infuriated her, but the other woman was Susan, and that thought soon vanished. Realizing where she now stood with this woman, Becca made a choice to go with it and enjoy what would come next. She spoke, “Susan, my pussy is in your hands now. Do me a favor and make me cum!” Susan replied, “With pleasure!” At that moment the buzzing began.

Slowly and gingerly, the toy once again found its way to her clit, and it seemed to not move away from it. Becca’s eyes were closed and all she could do is grab her tits, and squeeze her nipples so as to over power the sensation coming from her pussy. While this was happening Susan began to push a thick 9” dildo in her already wet pussy. Susan began to moan insatiably as the thick dick probed past her outer lips and into the depths of her pink pussy. Both women were enjoying each others cyber company, each opening their eyes to see what the other was doing.

Becca caught a glimpse of the cock Susan was playing with, and squeaked out a request. “Ooohh, Susan, can I see you….Aaaahhh, Aaahh, Yeah….. can you suck that dick for me baby?” No response was given, just only an action took place. Susan briefly continued to shove the vein ridden cock in and out of her pussy, and then there was a suctioning sound. It was the sound of her soaking wet pussy holding onto the thick cock as she pulled it out. “Oh my!”, Susan shouted, as she moved the dripping wet dildo closer to her face. Becca was now watching Susan, get ready to do it. This was so hot, it was like watching porn, and it was interactive. She had never done this with anyone before and she didn’t want it to stop.

As soon as Susan slowly made the cock disappear in her mouth, Becca stuck her fingers into her mouth, and began to suck on them. Moaning, slurping and sucking noises could be heard all around, and it drove the both of them crazy. Not being able to wait any longer, Susan shoved the stiff cock back into her dripping pussy, for another go around. Becca was now even closer to cumming for a second time today, and her fingers were vehemently poking around in her own soaking wet snatch. Knowing that her climax was soon approaching, Becca managed to moan and talk at the same time. It sounded like this.

“Susan!” “Susan!” “I’m gonna cum for you Susan, look at the screen!!” “Ooohhh God yes!” “Fuck I’m almost there, I….I’m….Oh!….Fuck yes!” At that moment Susan watched as Becca squirted as hard as she possibly could. It was a clear streaming fountain of pure ecstasy. The toy and the panty contained most it, but Becca grabbed whatever she could of the hot fluid and rubbed it all over her body.

Even managing to slide the juices all the way up to her mouth and face. With that climax, her body went limp and she lay there breathing heavily. Breasts heaving up and down, legs quivering due to the vibrator still pulsing away on her now numb clitoris.

“Susan……turn it off, I can’t take anymore.” Susan didn’t turn it off, but she made Becca do something while it was still on. Becca still convulsing with every pulse from the vibrator watched as Susan seemed to be setting up for something. Quickly Susan attached the cock she’d been playing with to a wall, and began to suck on it. Moaning and slurping was all you could hear from the woman. Becca not sure of what she was really doing began to watch her with more focus. Apparently Susan was a pro at giving head, and she loved doing it.

Becca watched, watched, as her tired and soaked body began to come to life with arousal. This woman made more than half of that cock vanish before her eyes, and soon Becca realized the pulsing of the vibrator started to quicken. Really turned on at this point, Becca started to rub her now creamy pussy just below where the toy was working its magic on her clit. Becca began to slide her hips back and forth to mimic the action of Susan sucking the dick. “Damn I would love to strap that dick on, and face fuck her real good.”, was what came out of Becca’s mouth. Susan heard this, and turned up the intensity on the vibrator. The shock was almost instant, when it hit Becca. She froze up, her back arched, her tits stiffened, and her hands grabbed the closest things to them. “OH FUCK!”, Becca shouted, as she had to try to regain her focus on Susan. The toy was buzzing non-stop and every movement Becca made intensified it even further. Becca opened her eyes to now see Susan rubbing the cock between her glistening breasts, tit-fucking herself. This was so fucking hot, and Becca was at the point where she was going to cum again.

Susan then slowed down her movement and looked at the screen, and spoke. “Cum on my tits Becca!” Not knowing what to make of it, Becca slid three fingers into her hot, throbbing pussy, and began to shove them back and forth. “Becca you have ten seconds to cum all over me!” “9……8…….7…..” Becca was finger fucking her pussy like never before. “…6……5…..4” Her moment of climax was fast approaching. Susan was steadily using her hands to stroke this thick cock, coercing it to spray its load all over her. “….3….2….Look at me Becca!…..1!” Becca looked at the screen and as she shoved her fingers in one last time, the cock Susan was stroking shot out a massive load of milky white cum all over her face and tits. “Oh fuck me!”, Becca shouted, as her pussy once again released another powerful shot of orgasmic bliss. This was insanely erotic, and ever so mind numbingly over the top sexy. Becca sunk back into her wet couch, and fell over with fatigue. She lay there on her side barely able to keep her eyes open, still catching fading glimpses of Susan rubbing cum all over her nipples, and sliding her cum drenched hands down to her pussy. Moaning seductively as she passed her hands across her chest, and up to her mouth. One last glimpse of the screen, and Becca heard Susan speak. “See you tomorrow Becca.”

With those words, Becca drifted off to sleep. Becca lay there on her couch helpless, and vulnerable. Easy prey for yet another orgasmic beast-like session. Her eyes fluttered every so often, to show that there was still a consciousness stumbling around in her brain. Becca couldn’t move, the last time she felt anything close to this was when she got hammered for New Year’s of 2009. This was different, this was soooo different. This was sex on a new level, and it was overwhelmingly stimulating, but physically demanding. With all those thoughts rambling through her head, Becca had no choice but to succumb to the fatigue, and fall into a deep sleep.