Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Bedding The Babysitter: Ep15

Zelda stood up, my juice all over her face. She was about to wipe it off but I said, "No, no don't waste that. I have a plan for it." Zelda paused and looked at me inquiringly so I raised, then lowered a palm to indicate she should wait, and also be seated.

I looked back to Ophelia and opened a new gambit by saying, "Zelda here tells me you're getting married in a couple months."

"Yes," Ophelia confirmed.

"Congratulations."

"Thanks," Ophelia said.

"You're welcome. Now do you want to know what I think?"

"OK," she said hesitantly.

"You're very like the famous, tragic Ophelia."

"How so?" she asked curiously.

"You too want some forbidden love."

"Excuse me?" she asked, startled.

"I've seen you watching the dance floor, I've seen you watching me, and I can tell that deep down you've been wishing you could replace Zelda. You desperately wanted to be under this table between my legs, but your conscience and your straight self-image are preventing you from behaving like the real you."

"I don't think so, I love my fiancé."

"I'm sure you do, but that doesn't mean you don't have strong lesbian tendencies," I retorted. "Look at your friend: my juices are covering her face. Are you not curious how that tastes and feels?" "Well, I..."

I continued, "Don't you want to at least taste it?"

"Um, I..."

Knowing I had her in the palm of my hand, I slid a forefinger down into my wet pussy, then extended it just a few inches from her face. "Taste this," I demanded.

She looked at her friends and then back to me, shrugged, leaned forward and sucked in my finger. I immediately saw the look I was expecting so I demanded, "Now get under this table and eat my pussy."

She looked at her friends again, trying to figure out how she'd gotten into this predicament as I insisted, "Right now, straight girl; I don't have all night."

She paused again, looking around to see if anyone else was watching us, which nobody else really was, then she got down on her knees and crawled between my legs.

Zelda gasped, "No fucking way!"

Debbie cried out, "I can't believe it! We are so going to fuck the shit out of her after this!"

I smiled to them and said, "She is clearly submissive, ladies and..." as I paused for a preliminary moan, "... she is very gentle but effective."

I moaned again and said, "Debbie, I know you want to taste me too, but I think your straight friend here is going to be down there awhile, so why don't you clean up Zelda's face?"

Debbie smiled and agreed, "That is a great idea," as she embraced Zelda and kissed her passionately. Debbie broke the kiss and licked her girlfriend's chin, cheeks, all over her face, retrieving all the lingering pussy juice she could replace before returning to kissing her friend.

They kissed like high school kids, furious, passionate, and intoxicated by each other.

After a while, Ophelia getting me close, I grabbed her head and started rubbing my pussy up and down all over her face. A second orgasm and a fair amount of juice exploded out of me and all over the so-called straight engaged girl. To my surprise, she kept licking me even after I came. I eventually pulled her up and said, "That was very good, Ophelia. I may have just saved your life."

She smiled but said, "I don't know what came over me; I was overwhelmed!"

"Oh honey," I smiled, "I totally understand, you've been repressing these desires for years, and when the dam breaks, it breaks big."

Zelda jumped in, "I can't believe you've been holding out on us! I'm going to fuck the shit out of you tonight."

Ophelia blushed and objected, "Deb, don't be silly, let's just pretend this didn't happen."

Zelda, with a seriously angry tone reprimanded her, "Don't you dare go there! I am going to fuck you; Deb is going to fuck you; you're going to love it and thank us from the top to the bottom of your heart! Understand?" Ophelia tried to rationalize, "But we're best friends."

Zelda expanded the thought, "And soon we're going to be best lovers, too." She then marched over and kissed her. Ophelia was totally stiff at first, then slowly loosened up and began kissing her friend back. Zelda broke off the kiss and announced, "Debbie, we're going back to your place right now. We'll need all the toys."

"Sounds great!" agreed Debbie.

Ophelia, still trying to escape her fate, objected, "But I'm getting married!"

Zelda smiled, "No one said you weren't, but that doesn't mean we can't have a lot of fun. Plus, you don't want me telling your man that you ate out some random woman at a club, do you?"

"You wouldn't!" cried Ophelia, aghast.

"No, I wouldn't, unless..." she teased.

Ophelia, knowing she was defeated and realizing the idea of doing her friends was getting her impossibly horny said, "Fine, but this is a one-time thing."

"Oh Ophelia, we'll allow you to think that for now if you want. But after Deb and I have given you pleasure that you don't even know exists, you'll be begging us to fuck you over and over, just wait and see."

Debbie added, "After the first time you'll be hooked, honey."

Ophelia, finally compliant, said nothing as Zelda grabbed her hand and ordered, "Let's go, baby." She then turned to me and said with a little bow, "Thank you, Mistress."

I gave her a slight queenly nod before calling to Ophelia, "Ophelia, come here."

Ophelia returned to the table and I handed her my soiled panties, "Here's a souvenir to remember me by, dear."

Ophelia accepted them gratefully and followed her friends back to their table, where they grabbed their purses and hurriedly exited the club, assumedly for a night of newfound passion.

I paused for a beat or two to refocus, then I looked over to Jenny and prompted her, "You know what you want to do now, don't you?"

She stared down at the table unable to meet my eyes, but nodded her head.

"Go," I said.

She looked up at me, her eyes wide with trepidation.

"You want me to come with you?"

"Please, Mistress," she gasped, greatly relieved.

I stood up and gently took her hand. After all, she was still very new to all this. We went to the bathroom and as expected, there was a woman in Rosie's stall on her knees, the soles of her black boots clearly visible. Another girl, a pretty blonde probably twenty-one, was standing just outside the stall.

I told Jenny, "Go line up behind the blonde; Big Rosie likes to know girls are waiting for her, plus the line will definitely get longer."

"But people will know why I'm waiting in line."

"Yes, they will," I agreed matter-of-factly.

"Won't they know why I'm waiting in line and for whom?"

"Yes, anyone who's ever been here before will immediately know you're waiting in line to eat out Big Rosie." I wouldn't be doing her any favours if I tried to sugar-coat this next experience for her. "But that's so embarrassing!"

"If you don't want to, then don't do it."