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Subject: {ASSM} Bernita (FF, lesbian) (Katherine T.)
Date: Sun,  6 Jan 2002 16:10:04 -0500
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The following entertainment is for adults only, and anyone not
an adult is hereby warned to go away.

All comments to the author will be greatly appreciated.
Contact me at kt1960@earthlink.net

A repository of erotic fiction by Katherine T. can be found at
the following URL: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Katherine_T



                             BERNITA
                 or, MY FIRST JOB IN ADVERTISING

                         by Katherine T.
                      kt1960@earthlink.net

     Early one evening I'm sitting alone at the bar in Jorjet's
wondering if I ought to leave this place because tonight it's
like a graveyard, when the street door opens and a tall woman
dressed in black walks in and looks around for a place to sit.
She can sit anywhere, since there aren't more than six customers
in the room and except for me the barstools are empty. She turns
and she looks at me. She's about forty, with a long neck and an
oval face, dark eyes and dark brown hair drawn back in a tight
chignon. She finally pulls her eyes away and she walks past me to
sit at the bar only two stools down. I look her up and down, at
the sleek hairdo and the sheer black hose. I watch her order
white wine, and then when the bartender brings the wine I watch
the woman's long fingers as she lifts the wine glass to her lips.
Maybe she's closer to forty-five than forty, a stately brunette
with small clip earrings. She could be a bank executive because
she's so efficient looking, some kind of business woman, no rings
on her fingers and obviously on the prowl walking into a girl bar
like this one. She's not here by accident. She gives me a glance
again and her sultry eyes look interested. And I'm interested
too, and wondering now who will make the first move.
     For a while I pretend to ignore her, sipping my draft beer
and not turning to look at her. Then I decide it's too much;
either we connect or I leave, because what I don't want is
another wasted evening. I turn and I stare at her until she turns
her head to look at me with those dark eyes.
     And I say: "Hi, I'm Verna. Can I sit with you?"
     Now comes the terrible moment of a possible rejection.
     But she gives me a quiet smile and she nods.
     Relief.
     I move over, dragging my beer along the bar, settling onto
the stool beside her, smelling her perfume for the first time,
and I say: "I don't have any money to buy you a drink."
     Does she mind? She smiles. "I was going to invite you to sit
with me, so I'll buy. What would you like?"
     "I'll have what you're having."
     The bartender brings me a glass of white wine, which I like
much better than beer anyway.
     The woman says: "My name is Bernita." She has red lipstick
on a wide mouth, and when she smiles she merely stretches her
lips without showing her teeth. "You're very attractive," she
says, the eyes sultry again. "You look very sexy. Are you sexy?"
     Is she teasing me? I look directly at her. "I'm always
sexy."
     She smiles. "That sounds interesting."
     "I like the way you dress. Black is my favorite color."
     "Is it?"
     "Are you a banker?"
     She laughs. "No, I'm not a banker. Why?"
     "I don't know. I thought you look like a banker. Or at least
an executive of some kind."
     "Well, I am an executive. I run a small advertising agency."
     "That must be interesting."
     She smiles again. "Right now I'm more interested in you.
You're very pretty."
     "Oh, I'm not that pretty."
     "Yes, you are. And I bet you're even prettier when you have
your clothes off. Would you like to come home with me?"
     Her eyes are steady, boring into mine. No more games. Five
minutes later we're out of there and into a taxi, the evening
fixed for me.
     She takes me to a swank apartment on East Chestnut, a rug
about a foot deep, huge rooms, a magnificent view of the Gold
Coast, the lake, the hi-rises like a wall running north. She
sends the maid away and she mixes us a pitcher of martinis.
     Bernita says: "I like martinis more than I ought to."
     "I'll pass out."
     "No, I won't let you."
     "I won't do more than sip mine."
     She looks at me, a hard look, estimating me. "Do you think
I'm an old dyke?"
     "You're not old."
     She smiles. "Some people would say I'm a dirty old dyke."
     "Well, you don't look it."
     "I'm just an ordinary dyke who likes lovely things, lovely
girls like you. Especially with their clothes off." She
hesitates, looking at me directly. "Would you?"
     She hasn't even touched me yet, but I'm imagining it. "I
don't mind."
     "I'll give you some money later. Will a hundred dollars be
all right?"
     "That's fine."
     "Why don't you undress and lie on the carpet over there
while I change into something more comfortable."
     She walks out and all I'm thinking about now is the hundred
dollars and what I can do with it. So I'm hustling, but so what?
Isn't everyone hustling in one way or the other? I suppose she
expects me to earn the money before the evening is over. But she
turns me on anyway, so I don't mind doing whatever she wants. The
idea sends shivers up my back. Maybe I can get even more than a
hundred out of her. I'm greedy. I drop my clothes, strip naked
and lie on the rug near the one of the wide windows. If anyone is
looking in here with a telescope they might see something
interesting. The rug is soft and delicious under me. I lie there
looking at the high ceiling and the chandelier with a zillion
little bulbs, wondering what the apartment cost her.
     Finally she returns wearing a long white and black
embroidered caftan. She stands near me and she smiles down at me
as she looks at my body. "I just want to look at you awhile."
     I say nothing, and she goes to an easy chair a few feet away
and she sits down and she sips her martini. She has a blissful
little smile on her face, as if it's perfectly ordinary for her
to be sitting there like that near the window overlooking the
city with a naked girl lying on her rug. Should I show more of my
pussy? I casually lift one knee to make my crotch more visible.
Then I slowly roll on my side and I lie facing her as I try my
best to appear cool. Does she approve? I'm nervous because she
still hasn't touched me. That's a bit weird, isn't it?
     And now she says: "You're really lovely to look at."
     "Thank you."
     She sits there so chic and composed, her eyes rattling me as
they take me apart. The way she looks at me makes me hot, the way
she moves her eyes back and forth between my breasts and my
pussy. I'm tingling down there. If she's trying to make me crazy,
the attempt is a success.
     A long time passes during which she says nothing, only
silence in the room, and an occasional soft sound as she
sips her martini. I watch her mouth, her red lips.
     Then she asks me how long I've been out. "Is it a long
time?"
     "Only a few years."
     "Does your family know?"
     "No."
     She crosses her legs under the caftan. What the hell
difference does it make whether or not my family knows? I stare
at her feet in the gold slippers.
     And then she looks amused and she says: "Do you enjoy it
with dykes like me? Or is it just the money?"
     I feel myself blushing. "I really enjoy it."
     That seems to make her happy. It's true anyway.
     "I believe you," she says.
     I slide a hand down and I casually stroke my bush with my
fingers. "I hope so."
     "I hate phony little girls," she says. "I hate young
lesbians who lie about themselves. I hate girls who fake it."
     And while she's talking like that, I wonder how many girls
she's had. I tell her I never fake anything, and that's true too.
     Then she says I can have a shower if I want. "I'll wait for
you. There's a guest bathroom down the hall you can use."
     She wants me clean. So I get up from the rug and I leave
her. I walk out aware of her eyes on me, her dark eyes on my ass
that I wiggle just enough to call attention to it in case she
hadn't noticed. But of course she's noticed everything and
there's really no need for it.
     I find the bathroom down the hall and I have a shower. Lots
of soap everywhere, especially between my legs. I don't mind it,
because maybe it means she intends to go down on me. I don't
blame her for wanting me clean. I'm not gamey but I could be,
couldn't I? She needs to be careful picking up strange girls and
bringing them home. It's dangerous. I shower and I dry off with a
large towel and then I return to her fresh and clean.
     She smiles at me. Now she's happy. "Come close to me."
     Barefooted, I walk across the rug to where she sits on the
sofa. When I'm close to her, she reaches out to touch my legs,
her long fingers moving up my thigh, stroking me, sliding up to
stroke my ass, her fingers petting one buttock as her dark eyes
look up at me.
     And she says: "All right, let's go to the bedroom now."
     Which makes me happy because lying on the rug is too
awkward.
     She rises from the sofa, and I follow her out of the living
room and down a short hall to a huge bedroom with a view of the
lake, an enormous bed, mirrors on every wall, two vases filled
with flowers.
     Bernita says: "Lie down, won't you. On your back."
     She knows what she wants. I climb onto the huge comfortable
bed and roll over on my back. I like the luxury, the smell of
money. Bernita turns and watches me. She stands at the foot of
the bed looking at my body as she unzips the kaftan. Her eyes are
on my pussy. "Open your legs a little more," she says.
     I do it. The way she looks at me excites me. I like to be
looked at. I like it when an old dyke like her looks at me as
though she's about to devour me. I pull my knees back to show
more of my pussy. I open it with my fingers. Maybe I ought to
shave it, show the lips more, but I like the hair. I like the
dykes who pull the hair with their teeth.
     Bernita's eyes are bright as she gazes at my pussy. Can she
see my clitoris?
     "You're lovely," she says. Of course she means my cunt is
lovely. "I'm going to enjoy doing you," she says.
     I wish she would do it now. She makes me quiver, the way she
stares at my naked pussy with those horny dark eyes. I can see
both of us in the mirrors. Two women, me naked on the bed, spread
out on this huge bed in a posh hi-rise, spread like a hooker, my
dark bush dripping, and Bernita just slipping out of the kaftan.
She has a long white body, a round little belly, long breasts and
extended dark nipples. Suckable breasts. And a wild-looking dark
bush, thick and untrimmed, delicious. She rolls her nipples with
her fingers as she looks at my cunt.
     Her eyes rattle me. She has fire in her eyes.
     I wish I could see her ass. I have a sudden desire to see
her bending over with that hairy pussy staring back at me, see if
the flaps are visible and whether the hair grows into the groove
between her buttocks. Imagining her like that excites me
tremendously. Then I look past her at the mirror behind her and I
do see her ass, but she's not bent over the way I'd imagined her.
She's not bad for her age, the ass still firm looking and no
loose flesh on her body.
     She comes around to the side of the bed. She walks like a
dancer, a smooth gliding movement, her long breasts jiggling, the
long brown nipples exciting to look at. Now her bush is so close,
the wild hair that seems to be everywhere.
     "Open your legs wider," she says.
     And I do that. Her eyes are on my belly as I show myself to
her. I pull my knees back to my breasts and raise my ass a little
to show her everything, make all of my cunt visible.
     I quiver with anticipation, wondering what will happen next,
my eyes on that wild bush she has. I wish I could see her clit. I
wonder if she's wet, turned on, the juice flowing in there.
     Now she climbs onto the bed, her long legs everywhere, her
breasts hanging, the nipples appearing stiff. Her eyes are on my
pussy as I hold my knees back to show myself. I feel a great
excitement now because I know in a moment she'll be down on me. I
did not expect it in the beginning, not earlier this evening, but
now I know her better.
     Suddenly her head drops down and her face is right in there,
in the wet. I gasp. At last. Her head is jammed between my
thighs, only the top of her head visible, her chignon, as I hold
my knees back and wide open. I feel her hot breath on my naked
pussy. Delicious. I feel her slick tongue gently lapping me,
getting to know me, all around my clitoris, teasing me, making me
moan as I feel the powerful waves of pleasure rise up from my
belly. With marvelous skill, she beats my clitoris back and forth
with her tongue. I rock my knees and groan as my syrup flows. I
love it. I always love it when they do it this way, a hot mouth
licking my wet slit as I hold my knees back to my breasts, her
mouth and lips and tongue eating me up, lapping steadily on the
shaft of my clit, again and again the strong waves of pleasure
melting my insides, my cunt tingling. How delicious it is! I
forget everything. All I want is to have my clit licked and
tongued, an expert dyke giving me her tongue. Now she laps
harder, faster, aiming to bring me to a climax, beating my
sensitive little clitoris, hitting the flap repeatedly as I moan
and feel my pussy creaming. At this moment I'm nothing but a huge
hole down there, hot sticky juice flowing with her steady
lapping. As I cry out, Bernita presses her mouth more firmly
against my clitoris, sucking my flesh, pulling at it as I hunch
upward against her face. I give it to her, give her everything,
out of control now, getting my own, a molten flood of juice
gushing out to wet her face. Go on, suck it! She stays with it,
her head moving, her mouth slurping, my knees rocking back and
forth. I bounce my ass up and down, and no doubt she loves that
too. It's what she wants. I hear the gurgling and snorting noises
down there, Bernita losing herself as she gobbles my trough,
tasting my juices, my cunt thick in her mouth, sucking everything
inside, pulling at the lips as I come again like crazy, crying
out, heaving, crying out again.
     When I open my eyes, I see Bernita sitting up and smiling at
me. Her face is flushed. She dabs at her chin with a tissue, then
at her wet lips. "Did you like that?" she says.
     I nod. What does she think? Doesn't she know? "Yes, very
much."
     Then she asks me how old I am, how many women do I go with
in a week, which I try not to answer because that's too personal.
That's no one's business, is it? I don't have that many women
anyway. If she wants to wonder about it, she's free to do that.
Then she dips her head to take me again. I'm ready for her,
raising my legs immediately, pulling my knees back to make my
cunt available to her mouth. Quivering with anticipation, I watch
her face as she moves in to nuzzle my pussy. Her hair tickles the
insides of my thighs and I feel one of her earrings scraping
against my skin. I feel her hot breath on my pussy, on my swollen
lips that are now completely unfurled, open and wet. She smiles
up at me, teasing me, then sticking her tongue out long and pink,
her tongue pushing between my labia, fluttering between them,
turning me on, getting me shaking again. I'm wide open, fluids
pouring out of me as she tickles me with her long snake-like
tongue.
     She pulls back and she licks her lips. "You're a lovely
girl." She smiles as I open my legs further, begging for it. She
dips her head again, but this time she moves her tongue directly
to my vagina and she scours the opening. My knees are back again
as I make myself available, her tongue sliding around and around,
tickling me, then pushing deep inside, pushing inside my vagina.
I fold my legs all the way back, my ass turned up as her
serpent's tongue slides in and out. I try to grip it, contracting
my vaginal muscles to grip her thrusting tongue, arching my body
upward to get more of it. She tongues me faster and faster, in
and out, the juices gushing out of me, a waterfall all over her
face, her mouth and chin again wet and sloppy as I have another
orgasm. This one is even better than the first and I'm coming
like crazy, still coming as she continues to tongue-fuck me and
suck me at the same time.
     Finally she stops. "Do you like it?"
     I groan. "I love it!"
     She makes me keep my knees back to show everything, her eyes
on my pussy now wet and swollen. "You have a good taste," she
says, licking her lips, touching me again, her fingers in my
slit, her fingers tickling along the outer lips, pulling one lip,
then tickling down around my anus, her fingertip grazing up and
down the groove between my buttocks.
     Her face dips again, like a bird, but this time her tongue
slides down to my anus and the first touch of it makes me gasp.
Her tongue tickles me, touching all over the crack, wet and warm,
making me shake with pleasure. I love it. I melt as she moves her
tongue around and around my anus. And then finally she pushes her
tongue inside, and I gasp and hold my breath as I feel it
wiggling in there, sliding around inside me, making me crazy as
it explores my second opening. Her thumb is now on my clitoris,
the bud stiff and swollen, her thumb vibrating my clit as her
tongue thoroughly probes my anus. She's an expert, and within
moments I'm coming, heaving upward, grunting like a pig because I
like it so much.
     Finally she pulls her face away and she gives an exhausted
sigh. This time she lies down beside me on her back, our two
sweaty bodies side by side on the wide bed.
     What does she want now? I'll do anything she wants, just
anything. I sit up and look at her, at her brown nipples and wild
dark bush. She smiles at me as she puts her hands on her breasts.
     "Happy?"
     I nod, staring at her white belly. "Do you want me to eat
you?"
     But Bernita shakes her head. "No, I don't want that. Just
use your hand, if you want. I'd like that better. Make me come
with your hand."
     I kiss her breasts first, running my lips over the velvet
white skin around her nipples. I take each long nipple in my
mouth and suck it briefly. Then I sit up again and I put my hand
on her wild bush. I watch her face as I feel the full lips under
my fingers. I watch her pleasure as she closes her eyes. Her red
lips are wet with my juices. Now my fingers are between her
flaps, spreading them, opening her cunt until she groans and
draws her knees apart.
     I look at it. Her pussy is dark and wet. She has a strong
clit, a thick shaft, and when I take it between two fingers and
squeeze it gently she groans again. I jerk her clitoris up and
down repeatedly. Yes, she likes that. She moans more softly now.
She moves her hips around, her ass moving on the bed as I give it
to her with my hand, as I rub everything with my palm, her flesh
wet and slippery under my fingers. What a juicy pussy she has!
     "Should I go inside?"
     "No, just the outside."
     I'm disappointed, but I do what she wants. I rub the
outside, rubbing her faster and faster until she comes, her body
shaking from head to toe as she lies there with her eyes closed.
Her pussy wets my hand, her flesh hot against my palm as I
continue rubbing her cunt.
     And then I can't resist the urge any more and I get my mouth
on it, sucking her flesh, sucking her juices thick and plentiful,
sucking all of her cunt in my mouth as she strokes my head and
gives me everything.
     Later, casually, she asks me if I want a job. She says she
needs a girl at the reception desk in the office. "I think you'd
work out nicely there." Her dark eyes are fixed on me. "Do you
want it?"
     "Do I get to be with you once in a while?"
     She smiles. "Do you want that?"
     My two hands cover my pussy. "Yes."

                               End

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