A Taste Of Tears

An eBook By Arika Lee.

Back east, the little club to which the young model had taken Maria turned out to be a stone butch on fem den. Hours of being surrounded by close dancing and overt necking had made Maria more than damp. Several mannish women had asked to cut in but, small as she was, Deidre had possessively backed them off. Her toughness turned Maria on even more.

By the time they were in a taxi on their way to Deidre’s walk up Maria was on fire. She leaned in for a kiss but was shrugged off. Instead, Deidre played under her skirt until she was flowing and squirming. Finally, with a playful laugh, the girl gave her the fingers to suck on for the remainder of the ride.

The inside of the two room apartment was small and rough. Some pop art museum prints vied for space with a poster of The Dixie Chicks above a worn futon.  Maria was too worked up to care about the décor. Deidre fiddled with a plastic boom box until she found some jazz and then sat back.

"Get up and dance for me as you get naked, Maria."

The whole idea was new to Maria but she stood up and did her best to be seductive as she writhed her way out of her clothes. When she was down to her stockings and heels, Deidre got up suddenly and disappeared into the bathroom. Maria had just begun to wonder if she had done something wrong when the girl returned with a thick faux phallus bobbing from her hips. She took a handful of hair and forced Maria to her knees.

"Slick it up, bitch." She demanded.

Almost gratefully, Maria made an oval of her mouth and bobbed wetly over the rigid silicone, all the while gazing up into Deidre’s eyes. At last it was withdrawn and she felt herself being dragged to the futon. Her legs were splayed wide in welcome when Deidre guided her cock into her.

SLAP!

Deidre’s hand smacked Maria’s cheek without warning but it was not a vicious blow. The sting was more of an erotic exclamation mark. She liked it.

"More."

"Is that what you like, Maria? You like to be mussed up while you’re being fucked?" Deidre growled the questions.

"Yes. Muss me up."

Soon the slaps were keeping time with the thrusts. Maria began moaning along with the rhythm. Deidre was calling her all kinds of bitch and cunt, but the names only made her heart pound louder. Deidre’s fierce noise faded to a heavy panting and by the time the wave took them, Maria heard nothing but her own scream of satisfaction.

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