By Bernie
Valentina Wesson shared a friendly glance at Patricia Hemsley as they passed each other in the hallway of their school; neither woman wanted to draw attention to themselves. To the general public, they wanted to maintain a strictly professional teacher/student relationship. In reality, they were the most passionate of lovers, engaging in hedonistic acts of sexuality almost every day. Val hardly ever slept at her dormitory anymore, her mornings often started with her naked and wet from another night of intensive sex, in Patricia's bed.
Val silently cheered when the final bell of the day rang and the class filed out. She quickly dashed out of the school and walked a few blocks into the back alley of a nearby residential area, where few peering eyes lurked. This was today's pickup spot, where Valentina would wait for Patricia to drive her home. Every week they had a schedule of pickup spots, so that no students or faculty members would see them together. They took no chances. Val knew discretion was key, but she couldn't help but grin widely as she saw Patricia's car come into view.
"Hey Val, need a lift?" Patricia asked casually as she pulled up beside Val and rolled down her window.
"Oh, Ms. Hemsley, I'd love one," Val replied.
Val hopped into the passenger seat and fastened her seatbelt, while Patricia pulled out of the back alley and drove off, joining other cars on the busy road.
"It's my birthday tomorrow," announced Val.
"Oh really? So you'll be 18?" asked Patricia.
"Yeah."
"We should do something. Do you have plans?"
"No, my parents are too busy to do anything and I really don't have any
friends at school. They all think I'm a ditzy slut. Especially
now. Nobody will even look at me anymore."
"Then I know a good place," smiled Patricia.
Patricia and Val walked from their parked car down the darkened street
towards a large building ahead. The lights were on inside but the building
looked relatively low-key. It puzzled Val as she rubbed her bare arms,
the night cold was biting into her skin. She wore a simple white silk
dress that reached just above mid-thigh, held up only by thin spaghetti straps
and baring much of her smooth back. Matching high heeled shoes completed
her outfit, while her lips and nails were painted a deep shade of crimson.
Patricia on the other hand wore a long, grey trenchcoat which covered even
her ankles. Val only knew her lover wore black high heeled boots but
knew nothing else of her attire. Patricia had purposely kept Val in
the dark of what she had wore, insisting she would find out later.
"I think the white is appropriate Val, like a virgin," said Patricia as
she ran her eyes up and down Val's lithe frame.
"I'm not a virgin," corrected Val, her long hair flowing in the gentle
breeze of the night.
"You are, according to the people we're going to meet tonight," Patricia
smiled as she motioned her to go faster towards their destination building.
"What kind of place is the Black Orchid?" asked Val as she recollected
the name of the place she and Patricia were going, remaining wary even as
they approached the front door.
"A place where you can let your inhibitions go wild," Patricia replied.
The music was blaringly loud, each thumping bass beat shook Val's body.
Laser lights flashed before her eyes in all directions in a multitude of
colours. Val turned in every direction and saw another pair of eyes
leering at her, lustfully, hungrily. Val blushed slightly and clung
close to Patricia, who strode casually through the masses of sweaty, writhing
dancers.
"Take your coat Patricia?" a woman in a leather bustier and thigh-high stiletto boots asked Patricia as she approached.
"Yeah, sure Bev," Patricia replied as she removed her coat, shaking her
long, blonde tresses as her outfit beneath revealed itself. The stiletto
boots she wore were almost knee-high while black thong panties flossed her
buttocks. Her breasts were encased in a tight black leather halter
top, while a matching choke collar clung to her graceful neck. Val
stood with a slack jaw as she lustfully gazed at her ravishing lover, and
imagined what kinds of things she had intended for her this night.
Patricia guided Val through the crowd, her eyes scanning frantically
through the packed club. Val panted as the heat from so many packed
bodies caused her to perspire, making her white dress cling to her every
curve, her nipples now erect and visible through the wet fabric. Occasionally
a stray hand would connect with Val's silky flesh, she could never see who
did it, but that made it more exciting for the girl. She began to welcome
the touches, even as they became more intimate. Her breasts were stroked
repeatedly as well as her ass and even her vagina. Her panties were
already soaked with juices and sweat. She wanted nothing more than
to remove all her clothes, and let the hands touch her naked flesh in her
most intimate places, but Patricia gripped her hand so firmly and led her
so quickly through the club she didn't have a chance.
Finally they stopped in a dark corner of the club, away from the sweaty
mass of patrons. A lone figure awaited them, a striking young woman
with long brunette hair. She wore leather boots that climbed up to
her knees and leather thong panties nestled between her buttocks and pussy
lips. The rest of her body was completely naked, and she was extremely
brazen with the display of her body. Her hands cupped and stroked her
full breasts as she arched her back, purring softly.
"Patricia!" the lovely brunette yelled ecstatically.
"Sienna!" Patricia yelled in response.
The two women embraced and kissed voraciously on the lips. Val could
only watch mesmerized as she saw the most beautiful women she had ever seen
suck on each other lips and caress each other's tongues. Patricia's
bare leg hooked around Sienna's bare hip, and her hands caressed Sienna's
luscious tits.
"Oh god it's been so long," Sienna moaned. "I want to fuck you so
so bad."
"I brought a newbie here tonight," Patricia smiled as she waved her hand
to Val.
"Oh, she's hot," commented as she licked her lips and raked her
eyes over Val's young body.
"And she's eighteen today," Patricia added.
"Mmm...excellent," purred Sienna as she strode towards Val.
"You look scared, something wrong?"
"I've, just never been in a place like this..." stuttered Val, her face
and body flushed with fear and excitement. Beautiful women, all of
them wearing skimpy outfits, many of them naked, were writhing and touching
all around her as the club's lights flashed and heavy music thumped.
"Just relax," insisted Sienna as she pushed Val's matted hair away from
her face. "Wanna dance?"
Patricia nodded Val to go with Sienna. Val agreed with apprehension,
she still didn't know Sienna and wanted to be with Patricia. Sienna
excitedly led her by the hand into the packed crowd of dancers. She
embraced Val by the stomach from behind so her bare breasts pressed against
Val's bare back. They joined the writhing crowd of dancers and moved
in sync with the loud music. Val moaned, closing her eyes from the
sensory overload. So many women reached out to touch her for brief seconds
at a time. She felt Sienna's crotch thrust against her buttocks, her
dress clung to her skin so tightly she felt every touch as if she was completely
naked. Sienna licked the side of Val's hot neck, and reached between
her legs to stroke Val's soaked panties.
"Oh god..." whispered Val, but her cry went unheard.
Val's legs wobbled as juices trickled down her thighs. Sienna slipped
a finger beneath Val's soaked panties and stroked her cunt, stoking the blazing
flames of passion within the girl. Sienna's left arm hooked around
Val's slender stomach possessively while she slowly pulled down the girl's
panties. Val moaned ecstatic sighs of pleasure as she felt the garment
slip off her skin, letting more of her juices flow freely.
Val opened her eyes once again to see Patricia writhing in front of her
in tune to the music. She cupped Val's tits through the wet silk of
her dress and fondled them, rolling them in her hands as the nipples hardened
in her palms. She stepped so close to Val their crotches bumped, placing
Val between two writhing, sensual women. Patricia leaned forward to
kiss Val on the mouth. Val moaned softly, letting Patricia slide her
tongue into her mouth. Val suddenly jolted as her first orgasm of the
night overcame her unexpectedly, her panties were bunched at her knees as
Sienna's hand remained between her legs, her fingers continuing to pump inside
her and become soaked with sticky honey.
Patricia leaned forward even more until her head rested on Val's shoulder.
She whispered into the panting girl's ear, "Let go."
Val was immediately released as Sienna took her hands off the girl and
Patricia stepped aside. Disoriented for a moment, Val regained her
composure and pulled off her honey-soaked panties, tossing them blindly over
a shoulder. Sienna and Patricia watched Val with a sense of pride evident
in their faces.
Val turned towards a nearby table and climbed on top, where she began
writhing sensually to the club's loud music. Her actions attracted
a small crowd, who cheered her on as they watched her dance without inhibition.
The sight of her young, lithe, sweaty body in motion aroused the onlookers,
as they formed together as one writhing mass, arms and lips touching and
blindly feeling other flesh. Almost angrily, Val peeled her dress over
her head and tossed the sweaty garment into the writhing crowd, where it
was torn to bits before her eyes.
Completely naked, Val hopped off the table where Patricia and Sienna caught
her. Her breasts heaved as she panted with arousal, her legs wobbling
and her lips trembling as she attempted to speak her desire.
"She's ready," smiled Sienna as she stroked Val's matted hair.
Patricia and Sienna led Val to a far wall of the club, purposely leading
her directly through another tightly-packed crowd of lustful women.
Val moaned her arousal freely as she felt almost devoured by the masses,
their hands touching her naked body everywhere. She raised her arms
to expose her breasts and torso to the roaming hands, begging them, wanting
them to molest her. She was so close to a climax she protested when
she finally cleared the crowd, her skin hot but craving relief.
"Just lean against the wall Val, I'll make you feel so good," whispered
Patricia as she licked Val's salty neck.
Val eagerly threw herself against the wall, with her back facing Patricia
and Sienna. The two women fastened Val's slender wrists inside strong
steel manacles above her head, as well as matching bonds on her ankles.
"Fuck me hard, please!" Val begged, her pussy flaming with need.
"Not yet," Patricia said, her lips curled in a sadistic smile.
"You have to really work for it," Sienna added, her smile equally sadistic.
"You have to scream loud enough for us to hear you beg for it."
Val stared at the blank wall, her breath quickening and her fingers clenching
as her wrists quivered slightly, unable to move within her tight bonds.
The crack of a whip suddenly echoed in Val's ears. The first lash
suddenly kissed her back, causing her to scream. Patricia and Sienna
nodded to each other with satisfaction as Patricia raised her arm and lashed
Val again, this time smacking the girl's trembling buttocks. Val flinched,
biting her lip to stifle her scream as warm tears flowed down her cheeks.
A third, harder whiplash flared across Val's back once again, catching her
off guard and causing her to scream once again in agony.
Val panted against the wall during a brief reprieve from her torture,
but she did not realize it was only due to Patricia passing the whip to
Sienna. The topless mistress grinned a she flexed the whip in her
hand and inhaled the scent of Val's sweat from the instrument. Val
was lashed repeatedly once again, this time her attacked areas were between
her thighs and buttocks with incredible accuracy, multiple lashes crossed
each other leaving 'x' shaped wounds on her flesh. Val sobbed uncontrollably,
hanging limp in her shackles as her bruised legs and back burned painfully.
The shackles around Val's ankles were suddenly unlocked, but Val's body
was so exhausted she couldn't even lift her head to see who had done so.
Then, for a few minutes that stretched an eternity, Val was left alone to
let her pain subside, and also allowing her anxiety to mount. Thoughts
of being abandoned in the dark, loud, noisy place frightened her. The
sudden touch of Patricia's hands around her stomach were heavenly, she turned
her head weakly around to kiss her beloved on the lips.
"You screamed loud enough, you deserve this," grinned Patricia as she
playfully fingered Val's dripping pussy.
Val closed her eyes and relished in the sensation of Patricia's deft touch
on her body. Her hands caressed her ribs and she felt her legs being
spread apart, but a sudden cold touch on her vaginal lips startled her.
Val opened her eyes and moaned as a hard dildo was forced up her pussy.
Patricia gripped Val's spread legs by the knees and thrusted with her hips,
pushing the strap-on dildo she wore deeper into Val's belly.
By Sienna's request, the music in the club grew louder, intensifying the
already excited crowd. Val could feel her body shake from the intense
bass coming out of the club's cutting-edge sound system as she clung to her
bonds. Her back arched as Patricia continued humping her with increasing
ferocity. Val weakly turned her head so Patricia could once again
cover her slack mouth with wet, ravenous lips. Her lover's tongue
tasted so good in her hot mouth.
Val pushed with as much strength as she could muster, her tits bouncing
and her hair flailing with every bob of her head. Sweat droplets flew
from her body until she stiffened and orgasmed, her hips bucking gently
as nectar dribbled down her silky inner thighs.
Patricia and Val's lips caressed one last time as Patricia pulled back
with her hips, and the strap-on popped free from Val's cunt. Val moaned
softly in protest, Patricia had removed the dildo so fast she suddenly felt
so empty. Sienna unlocked Val's wrist shackles and gently turned the
girl around so her bruise-adorned back pressed against the cold stone of the
wall. Val's soft, web lips quivered as Patricia bare throat, her soaked
breasts, her clenching stomach, and her dripping, warm pussy. She rested
her hand on Patricia's bobbing head as her lover drank the nectar that continued
to pour from her womanhood.
The rest of the evening was a blur for Val, one of endless pleasure and
pain. Her inhibitions cast aside, Val reveled in her debauchery. Sienna
and Patricia took turns being her dominatrix, pleasuring and hurting her
repeatedly until the last song had played, and the last club patron had
departed.
"I had fun Patricia, I hope you stop by more often," said Sienna as she
buttoned up her overcoat.
"I will, but would it be alright if I brought Val all the time?" asked
Patricia as she embraced her friend.
"I insist you do. If you don't, you're the one who gets whipped,"
smiled Sienna.
"Promise?" Patricia smiled back before sharing a wet kiss with Sienna.
Sienna and Patricia parted ways, waving gently to each other as Patricia
walked over to Val, who was still slumped over a table. Patricia grabbed
Val's left breast and squeezed tightly which awakened her lover. Val
smiled as she realized the playful method Patricia had utilized, and slowly
forced her way up, wincing as her healing bruises began to throb with pain.
"You know you just destroyed your dress, when I said let go I should have
said let go with some forethought," smiled Patricia as she handed Val an
overcoat she had discretely taken from the lost and found box.
"It doesn't matter Patricia," said Val as she graciously accepted the
coat and put it over her naked body. "I wanted to be naked.
Just for a moment, I felt totally free. Something overpowered me,
I wanted you to fuck me so bad and that dress was just getting in the way,
and I wanted it gone."
"So you liked it?"
"I loved it," moaned Val, closing her eyes in bliss.
"Good," smiled Patricia before kissing Val's slack lips. "Happy Birthday Val."
THE END