Keywords: FF, cons, interr, bd, toys
Part: Chapter 99
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance

Chapter 99



          They stayed at Carmel for two nights and were so exhausted 
    after their initial bed encounter, even Brandi with her magnificent 
    physical stamina, that after it they simply relaxed and enjoyed one 
    another.  They slept, walked the shore, ate out, and when they 
    returned to their room they only fucked once before falling asleep.  
    But it was a long, drawn out, exquisite intermingling of their two 
    hungry and beautiful bodies, culminating in a shared orgasm so 
    intense and prolonged that it lasted nearly a full minute, during 
    which each clung to the other gasping and moaning in the grip of a 
    piercing, throttling ecstacy. 

          It was not until the following afternoon, while they were 
    walking along the beach, that Brandi diffidently, casually, brought 
    up a subject Laura had not thought to mention.

          "Did you . . . bring that thingee with you?" she said, off-
    handedly.

          Laura smiled.  She had these days taken to keeping her sex 
    toys in a valise, as Karen did, and she had flung it in the trunk of 
    her car just in case.

          "What 'thingee' did you have in mind?" she teased.

          "You know what I mean," Brandi said, looking away.

          "I do believe you're blushing, Ms. Olympia."

          Brandi smiled and glanced shyly at Laura, her eyes smoking with 
    lust.  "You did bring it."

          "You mean that little machine with the four pleasure prongs?" 
    Laura suggested, enjoying the tease.  "That we used to fuck 
    ourselves into pervert's paradise last time?"

          Brandi gulped, recalling it.  "Yes," she whispered.

          Now Laura could feel her hot blood running too.  "Want to go 
    back to the room?"

          "Yes."

          God, we're really going to fuck like crazy now, Laura thought.  
    All the rest was just leading up to this.  She knew Brandi felt it 
    too.  Brandi wouldn't look at her, but she could sense that the girl 
    was pulsing and quivering inside with hot, urgent lust, as Laura 
    was. 

          They stopped at Laura's car for the valise.  Brandi could 
    scarcely take her eyes off it as they went to their room.  Inside, 
    they locked the door, and Laura handed the valise to Brandi.

          "You want to open it, don't you?"

          "Yes," Brandi said, her breath quickening already.

          She quickly unzipped the top and emptied the valise onto the 
    bed.  The bowed, four-pronged dildo fell out, along with a coil of 
    nylon rope, a red rubber ball gag, a bottle of baby oil, and the 
    thin whip with the leather pad on the end that Laura often used with 
    Karen and had forgotten to remove.

          Brandi immediately picked up it.  "What's this?"

          Laura blushed.  "Oh . . . something I . . . I don't know."

          "You do too know.  It's a whip."

          "A . . . small one, I guess."

          "Pretty white lady," Brandi said, eyes widening with 
    exaggerated awe, "you be the kinkiest person I ever did know.  Who 
    you be whipping?  Or do they be awhipping you?"

          Playfully, Laura snatched it from Brandi's hand.  She waved it 
    in mock menace.

          "It'll be you, if you don't watch out," she teased.  "You're 
    too strong.  I need an equalizer."

          Suddenly Brandi's eyes began to smoke again, as they had down 
    on the shore.  "You wouldn't touch me with it, would you?" she 
    whispered in a soft, sexually alluring murmur.  "Unless I begged 
    you?"

          Laura smiled in a menacing way that she knew turned Brandi on.  
    "Only if you beg," she whispered back.

          Brandi drew closer.  She took Laura in her arms, kissing her 
    romantically, then sexually.  "I want you to tie me up and fuck me, 
    like you used to do," she whispered.

          "I decare, Ms. Olympia," Laura teased.  "Who's the pervert 
    now?"

          "Please," Brandi said.

          Instead of answering, Laura began to undress her, something 
    she never tired of doing.  She took each piece of clothing off 
    slowly, kissing and licking Brandi's rich black smooth skin, 
    exploring the girl's magnificent body in loving detail, finally 
    removing her underwear last and gently pushing Brandi down onto her 
    back on the bed.

          "I could fuck you like this," she whispered.

          "I know," Brandi panted.  "Do it the right way.  The way I 
    asked."

          "Okay.  But what if I get out of control . . . and hurt you?"

          "I want you to hurt me," Brandi breathed, eyes throbbing.  She 
    grabbed the whip, where Laura had dropped it next to them on the 
    bed.  "I want you to use this.  Use it the way you use it with your 
    other girlfriend."

          Laura was already tying her wrists and ankles to the bedframe.  
    Brandi was spreadeagled, as vulnerable as anyone could be with her 
    kind of strength and muscles.  Laura thought her fully capable of 
    breaking the rope, if she wanted to get free.  But Brandi did not 
    want to get free.

          Long ago she had told Laura that it was an enormous sexual 
    turn-on to her to be completely at Laura's mercy, tied up and 
    mercilessly raped by Laura, so unlike anything else in her life, 
    where people worshipped and admired her incredible strength.  If 
    they wanted her, and most of them did, it was to have her fuck them, 
    as she fucked Laura, who also wanted it, powerfully and hard, a 
    forceful, even brutal sexual domination resulting in a wild, hot 
    flowering of orgasms.  Even her husband would not fuck her hard for 
    fear of her phenomenal strength.

          Only Laura would give in to her needs, and also she could 
    trust no one else but Laura.  So now she began to quiver and moan 
    softly with excitement even before Laura had finished tying her up.   

          "Oh, you don't want that," Laura said softly.  "She's a real . 
    . . you know, masochist.  It's actually her whip.  She leaves it 
    with me so she won't be tempted to offer it to anyone else."

          Brandi was fascinated.  "When you whip her . . . she comes?"

          Laura nodded.  "Violently."

          By this time Laura had Brandi's arms and legs immobilized.  Now 
    she was wrapping coils of rope around Brandi's chest, crisscrossing 
    her small breasts so that they bulged, the thick black nipples 
    flaring.  Next she dipped the rope between Brandi's huge thighs, into 
    her crotch, squeezing her pussy between two strands, running them 
    both up her asscrack, then circling them several times around her 
    small waist.  Now Brandi was beginning to be uncomfortable.

          "Is it too tight?" Laura asked.

          "I want it tight," Brandi gasped, her eyes burning.

          "I want to lick your clit," Laura whispered.  "You can't see 
    it, but it's swollen and protruding from its little hood because I 
    have your pussy pinched between the rope strands."

          "If you lick it I'll come," Brandi panted.

          Now Laura began to remove her own clothes, doing it slowly and 
    tantalizingly for Brandi's enjoyment.

          "Did you ever let her . . . whip you?" Brandi asked.

          Laura nodded slowly.

          "Did you come?"

          Laura kept nodding.

          "Violently?"

          Laura nodded faster.  "Shockingly," she said.  ""I guess 
    because it's so sick and perverted."

          "Where did you whip each other?" Brandi asked.

          Laura was just removing her bra.  She cupped her own breasts 
    in both hands and brushed her thick madder-brown nipples with her 
    forefingers, looking at Brandi from beneath her long lashes.

          "There?"

          Laura nodded.  Then she removed her panties and ran one 
    forefinger elaborately up and down the crease of her pussy, which 
    was very warm and wet.  Her finger came away glistening.

          "There too?" Brandi gasped, incredulous.

          Slowly Laura nodded.

          Brandi swallowed.  "God, doesn't it hurt?"

          "Yes," Laura replied evenly.  "Afterward, it hurts."

          Brandi bit her lower lip.  "If you do it to me, you have to 
    promise not to hold anything back.  I didn't hold anything back for 
    you."

          "I know.  My pussy still aches."

          Brandi's eyes rolled up.  She was already twisting and 
    squirming, wildly horny.  "Are you going to whip me, or use the 
    thingee?"

          Laura looked at her solemnly.  "What do you want?"

          Brandi bit her lower lip again.  "Both."

          Without speaking, Laura reached down and grabbed the red 
    rubber ball gag.  Brandi began shaking as she fastened it in place.  
    The sight of this incredibly strong woman quivering with fear under 
    her aroused Laura wildly.

          "I'm only giving you what you want, darling," she whispered to 
    Brandi when the gag was finally tight and secure.  "Are you still 
    sure you want it?"

          Brandi, eyes wide and burning, nodded vigorously, and made 
    frantic whimpering noises.  Laura picked up the whip, but she was 
    unable to begin without tasting both Brandi's nipples and her pussy, 
    before she began to abuse them.  She bent down and began to lick the 
    girl's swollen, glossy black nipples, and Brandi went wild, 
    squirming, whimpering hysterically. 

          Then, unable to resist, Laura dipped her head quickly into the 
    girl's exposed, vulnerable groin, and licked the distended berry of 
    Brandi's clit with a long, sensual stroke of her tongue.  Again Brandi 
    went wild, keening and flexing, her amazing body bulging everywhere 
    with huge strips and bulbs of fantastic hard muscle.

          Finally, Laura was ready to give her what she asked for.  But 
    when she grabbed the small whip again, she found she couldn't 
    continue.

          "God, honey, do you realize how sick this really is?" she 
    asked Brandi.  "If I go through with this I'll hate myself.  You'll 
    hate me."

          Brandi shook her head wildly, consumed by sexual need.  But 
    Laura bent forward and loosened the straps that held the gag in 
    place.  The red ball popped out of Brandi's mouth.

          "Laura, do it!" she begged.  "I can take it.  Really.  I'm 
    used to pain.  I'm almost coming already.  If you just do it a few 
    times, I'll come.  I know it."

          "How do you know you can stand it?" Laura asked.

          "You did.  You came . . . violently, you said.  True?"

          Laura looked down.  "Yes."

          "Was it worth it?"

          Now Laura bit her own lower lip.  She couldn't lie.  "Yes."

          Brandi's dark eyes watered, but she said nothing.  Finally, she 
    looked down at the gag in Laura's hand.  Slowly, Laura refastened it 
    in place.  Brandi's eyes shut briefly.  She knew it was coming now.  
    There would be no turning back a second time.

          But she didn't know how skillfully Laura would tease her.  
    Laura remembered how to do it.  She had learned with Karen, and she 
    began with Brandi's rope-strangled breasts, teasing the bursting 
    nipples with the leather pad on the end of the whip.  First she 
    stroked them gently with them, but soon began tapping each one with 
    the whip.

          Finally, when Brandi was in total suspense, Laura gave one 
    beautiful shiny black nipple a fierce snap with the whip.

          "Awwonngg!" Brandi groaned, her whole body clenching in shock 
    and pain.

          She looked up at Laura through a blur of tears.  Laura quickly 
    snapped Brandi's other nipple the same way.

          "Unnghh!"

          Having gone through this herself, she knew Brandi had no idea 
    what was really in store.  She picked up the tempo and in seconds 
    was whipping Brandi's small, beautiful, rope-strangled breasts and 
    nipples heatedly, bringing throttled cries of dismay and pain from 
    Brandi's throat.  And now Laura heightened the threat by sliding the 
    tip of the whip down Brandi's heaving, rippling, washboard stomach to 
    the black shiny fringe of her pubic hair.

          "Oh yes . . . oh yes," she repeated, panting softly herself 
    from the excitement, the hot blood pounding through her body.  "Oh 
    yes, you wanted it . . . darling.  You wanted it."

          The tip of the whip slid over Brandi's mound, the leather pad 
    on the end brushing her exposed, swollen clit for the first time.  
    Brandi whimpered with terror.  Again her incredible body clenched and 
    writhed.

          Laura could hardly believe the excitement.  This spectacularly 
    strong, beautiful woman was totally in her power, writhing and 
    flexing, her magnificent body shining and glossy with a thin film of 
    sweat, her eyes stricken with a mixture of fear and amazing sexual 
    arousal.  Laura tapped Brandi's clit once, then twice with the pad on 
    the end of the rod.  Brandi's hips quivered visibly, and she gasped, 
    her sighs strangled by the red ball in her mouth.

          Now Laura teased her.  She tickled the insides of Brandi's 
    huge, incredible thighs with the whip.  These thighs that send me to 
    paradise, she thought, feeling her heart accelerate as she caressed 
    them with the whip.  Brandi went crazy.  Her muscular body surged and 
    clenched as she fought the ropes that held her to the bed.  Her 
    strangled sighs became urgent, guttural groans, caught in her chest.

          God, she's really going to fuck me hard the next time she does 
    it, Laura realized.  She's going to get even.  She's going to fuck 
    me to death.

          But for now it was Laura in the driver's seat.  She slithered 
    one corner of the leather pad into the inflamed open wet crease of 
    Brandi's oozing cunt, sawing it up and down, watching the girl's 
    tormented body arch and quiver, her muscles rippling hard, her veins 
    bulging in her arms and neck.  Slowly, Laura drew the pad out of 
    Brandi's pussy and up over the protruding bud of her engorged clit.  
    Brandi moaned in a kind of delicious agony, her eyes imploring Laura, 
    begging her. 

          "You want it, don't you, Ms. Olympia," Laura purred to her, 
    running her fingertips over Brandi's fantastically hard body, 
    tweaking Brandi's nipples between her middle and forefinger, twisting 
    them, and rubbing the pad on the end of the shaft more roughly over 
    Brandi's clit.  

          Brandi nodded wildly, her whole body contorted with need.

          "You really want it, don't you," Laura purred.

          "Mnnggmmpff!" Brandi grunted through the gag, desperately 
    nodding her head.  "Unngghmmppff!"

          And now Laura brought Brandi to the brink of an orgasm three 
    times before finally delivering it.  She knew Brandi was so 
    overwrought that the slightest miscalculation would make her come.  
    And so she very delicately tickled the girl's clit with the whip end 
    until Brandi was arched up off the mattress, quivering frantically, 
    trying to come but unable to without the final strokes Laura 
    withheld.

          She did it again, then a third time.  After this it was very 
    clear that Brandi was a total wreck, her trussed body completely in 
    Laura's power.  She was truly as vulnerable as she wanted to be in 
    these moments, totally helpless, tears streaking her cheeks, her 
    body trembling in the uncontrollable grip of a sexual delirium so 
    intense that she was nearly fainting with need.

          Laura knew they were both ready.  The tension was nearly 
    unbearable.  Brandi's pussy was inflamed and slick with juice, a 
    succulent magenta flower, her clit swollen and exposed.  Laura 
    brought the whip up, then snapped the leather pad down directly on 
    Brandi's clit, hard.

          Brandi groaned.  Her fantastic body seized up.  Laura snapped 
    her clit a second time, even harder.  Then a third time, a vicious 
    snap, hardest of all.  In a sudden explosion, Brandi came . . . 
    violently.

          They had shared many sexual moments, but Laura had never seen 
    Brandi come so hard.  Fluid even squirted from her cunt as she 
    writhed and shuddered in wrenching convulsions, moaning and sobbing, 
    then shuddering again as a fresh spasm shook her.  The sight of her 
    magnificent body in the throes of a total ecstacy was very erotic to 
    Laura, who quickly realized that much more was possible.

          She dropped the whip while Brandi was still groaning and 
    coming, and snatched up the four-pronged dildo, quickly slathering 
    it with babyoil and inserting two of the prongs into her own body 
    while she watched Brandi flex and shudder through her last dying 
    spasm of total rapture.  

          Then, while Brandi was slack with bliss, throbbing and groaning 
    in the aftermath of a horrific ecstacy, Laura hovered over her and 
    inserted the other two prongs into Brandi's ass and pussy.  Brandi's 
    eyes sprang open, and she stared deeply into Laura's realizing 
    immediately what was happening.  

          "Awwoonnggg!" she groaned as she felt the two monstrous rubber 
    cocks penetrate her.

          Laura was consumed by fierce, urgent lust and didn't fuck 
    Brandi gently or tenderly.  She thrusted her hips sharply, feeling 
    the two dildoes pierce her own body and jabbing them deeply into 
    Brandi's.  They both went briefly insane in a wild fuck-frenzy, their 
    pelvises churning, their naked bodies slapping together. 
 
          Their wild, hysterical cries filled the room, and the bed 
    creaked and shook as they both began to come after only a few 
    frantic thrusts.  Again Brandi's powerful body arched and quivered, 
    and this time Laura too was wrenched by hot, thrilling spasms, 
    coming in a huge, exultant burst of exploding bliss, her face buried 
    in Brandi's neck as she whimpered and moaned.

          "Ungghh!  Ohnngghhh!  Oh . . . god Brandi!  Ungghhh!  Oh!"

          Finally she came to her senses, lying on top of Brandi's slack 
    body, hearing the girl fight for breath through the cruel gag.  
    Weakly she lifted her fingers to the buckles at the side of Brandi's 
    head and loosened them.  The ball popped out of Brandi's mouth and 
    she took a few desperate breaths.

          Then she frenched kissed Laura's ear, following her tongue 
    with a whisper.  "Pretty white lady," she gasped, "you certainly do 
    know how to fuck.  Would you please untie me before I ask you to do 
    it again?"

          Laura had been completely destroyed by this conflagration, and 
    she had to drag herself up to untie Brandi.  But she was astonished 
    to find that Brandi really meant it; she had phenomenal stamina and 
    when the ropes were gone she pulled Laura back down with her on the 
    bed.

          "Just a minute, you," she teased.  "You don't think I'm going 
    to let you get away without paying you back for that, do you?"

          "God, Brandi, I can't lift a finger," Laura said, wilted with 
    fatigue.  "I know you want to fuck me hard . . . for what I did to 
    you.  But---"

          "Are you kidding, hon?  My pussy's on fire, and I don't mean 
    from lust.  You hit hard with that thing."

          She picked up the whip and ran her finger along the shaft, all 
    the way down to the small leather pad on the end that had inflicted 
    all the damage.

          "Can't believe I let you do that," she said softly.

          "Let me?  You begged me?"

          "I know."  Brandi's dark eyes twinkled.  "Violently," she said, 
    quoting Laura.  "I didn't believe you."

          "You do now?"

          Slowly Brandi nodded, as if in awe.  "We are dangerous for each 
    other."

          "We've said that before," Laura said.  "And yet, here we are 
    again."

          "You came all over the sheet," Laura said, running her finger 
    across the large wet spot where Brandi had ejaculated.  "I think it's 
    the first time I ever really saw a woman come . . . real stuff.  You 
    know?"

          "I had a guy once tell me he got it in the face.  It's only 
    happened a few times, when I get really excited."  She looked down, 
    'blushing'.  "It happened to me about three months ago when I was . 
    . . doing it to myself, thinking of you.  It just gushed all out 
    over my fingers.  I tried to believe you were swallowing it."

          "Let's see if we can make you come again," Laura said.  
    "Unless you want to rape me now, for what I did to you."

          Brandi pushed Laura onto her back and kissed her.  "And when my 
    pussy stops burning, I'm going to fuck you so hard you're going to 
    wish I never came here with you."

          Now Laura kissed her back.  "You know that could never be 
    true."

          In fact, they didn't wait very long.  Before the hour was up, 
    they were entangled again, this time pussy to pussy, fucking 
    exuberantly, devouring each other as excitedly as ever.  And after 
    another conflagration of coming, Brandi was on top again, fucking 
    Laura with her thigh again, fucking her hard, a merciless, pussy-
    crushing fuck that had Laura screaming into a pillow as she came 
    unbelievably.

          By the end of their two-day idyll, both had lost count.  They 
    were drained, wasted, totally destroyed from hours and hours of the 
    steamiest fucking they had ever shared, which was saying a lot.  

          "I may not be horny until the next time I see you," Laura 
    sighed.  "I've never been fucked so much."

          She wondered if it were true.  On the other hand, it was 
    impossible to doubt Brandi.

          "I've spent my adult life working out, pretty white lady," she 
    smiled.  "Not screwing.  Nobody ever screwed me as much as you do."

          They were getting ready to leave, packing, cleaning up.  Laura 
    paused and walked over to Brandi, putting her arms around her, 
    kissing her tenderly.

          "I hope you don't regret it," she murmured against Brandi's 
    lips.

          "I regret that we didn't fuck twice that much," Brandi smiled, 
    kissing her back.

          Laura dropped Brandi at the airport on her way back, and they 
    parted in the bittersweet knowledge that if they spent any more time 
    together, each one would wind up in a wheelchair.  Ruefully, they 
    kissed briefly, hoping no one saw them, and promised to connect this 
    time before yet another year--and another Ms. Olympia contest--had 
    passed. 

           
