Keywords: FF, cons, interr, rom
Part: Chapter 31
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance





          Of course, the major difficulty was that she saw 
    Yvette at work every day.  It was not like it had been with 
    Rina or Karen, who worked in different parts of the company, 
    and whom she had seen only seldom.  Yvette was there every 
    day, and somehow the long evening of fucking they had spent 
    together had done nothing to slake their thirst for each 
    other.

          On the very first day back, Yvette pulled Laura aside 
    in the corridor.

          "My boss is on a trip to New York," she whispered.  
    "His office is empty.  Come on."

          Laura glanced furtively up and down the hall.  "Someone 
    will see us."

          "Just join me there in ten minutes.  It's 4GH, the 
    corner office."  She winked.

          Laura's pulse raced.  She realized her cunt was even 
    wet.  Just whispering with Yvette in the hallway aroused her 
    wildly.  But it was so risky, meeting this way at work.  
    Still, she couldn't stop herself.

          Five minutes later she was knocking on the door of 4GH.  
    She glanced around, but there was, thank god, no one in 
    sight.  Yvette opened the door and let her in.  She shut the 
    door and locked it.

          "God, it's so risky," Laura said.

          "No one will know.  I have the key."

          They began kissing even in the midst of talking.  They 
    were both dressed in expensive clothes but began rapidly 
    undressing each other anyway.  Laura had Yvette's silk 
    blouse open down her back in seconds.  She freed the last 
    button, pulled it down, then pulled Yvette's bra straps down 
    from her shoulders, quickly freeing the girl's perfect 
    upswept breasts.  She filled her hands with them, dropping 
    her head quickly.

          "Ohhhh!" Yvette gasped as Laura's lips closed over one 
    of her thick, bulging black nipples.  "God . . . bite it!" 
    she whimpered.

          Laura bit the swollen bulb gently, and Yvette's knees 
    sagged.  She was so close to a climax that she nearly came 
    standing up. 

          "God . . . Laura, I'm going to come!" she gasped.  
    "Ohhh!  God, bite it again."

          "We can't do it right here by the door," Laura 
    whispered.  "What if somebody walks by?"

          "I know."

          "Quick.  Over here."

          Laura drew her over to the leather sofa beside the huge 
    executive's desk.  They sank into the spongy brown cushions 
    and Laura slid down to her knees on the floor, pushing up 
    Yvette's skirt and pulling down her panties.  She skimmed 
    them completely off, over Yvette's white sneakers, then fell 
    on the girl's beautiful, long, perfectly-shaped wet pussy 
    with her mouth, tonguing and sucking it until Yvette spilled 
    over in a sharp orgasm.  

          "Annggnn!  Oh!" she panted, biting her own forearm to 
    stop the involuntary sounds, and whinnying frantically as hot 
    spasm after spasm of ecstacy shook her body.

          "Oh baby . . . oh baby!" Laura murmured, moving up 
    again, sucking Yvette's nipples and fucking her with two 
    fingers, quickly bringing her to another quivering climax.
 
          "Auunggghh!" Yvette groaned, coming sharply again.

          Still groggy from her two orgasms, she got her hand 
    under Laura's skirt, bringing it up between Laura's thighs, 
    while kissing Laura heatedly at the same time.  Both girls 
    were like animals in heat, paying no heed to their expensive 
    business clothes or the fact that they were fucking in the 
    boss's office, on his sofa.

          Laura's eyes rolled up as Yvette slid two fingers 
    under the elastic of her panties and into her soupy cunt.  
    She helped Yvette get her own blouse unbuttoned, then moaned 
    softly as Yvette nearly ripped off her bra and devoured 
    Laura's breasts.  It was like a rape.  Yvette's mouth and 
    hands mauled Laura's naked breasts, bringing her to the edge 
    of a sharp orgasm in just seconds.

          She was panting and whimpering uncontrollably as 
    Yvette quickly sank to the floor, pushing up Laura's skirt, 
    pulling down her panties, pressing her lips against the 
    glistening wet lips of Laura's throbbing pussy.  Laura had 
    experienced wildly exciting sex many times, but it was 
    different this time.  The risk was so great that it somehow 
    increased the excitement a hundred times.

          She understood why Yvette had gone off twice like a 
    firecracker as she felt herself coming too, from the merest 
    touch of Yvette's lips against her pussy.  A hot, startling, 
    shooting orgasm pierced her body, and she turned her face 
    against the sofa cushions to muffle her loud cries of 
    ecstacy.

          "Ohhnnnnggg!  Ungggmmmpphh!" she groaned, twisting and 
    churning as the climax wrenched her flesh.

          She lay back, gasping and panting, while Yvette 
    embraced her and kissed her.  "I love you, Laura," she 
    murmured.  "I love you."

          "Ohhh!" Laura sighed again as Yvette's mouth fastened 
    on one of her nipples, sucking hard.  

          Yvette's hand slid back down between Laura's thighs.  
    Her fingers scissored Laura's clit, bringing on another quick 
    seizure of coming that left Laura stunned and and mewling 
    with the aftershocks of pleasure as she regained her breath.

          They both lay in their disheveled clothes on the 
    leather sofa, shocked by the recklessness of their passion, 
    and overcome by their hot, uncontrollable need for each 
    other.  Yvette's eyes smoked with desire.  Laura knew that 
    neither of them had had enough.  They wanted to keep fucking, 
    but it was too dangerous.  Sooner or later, one of them would 
    cry out too loudly, a sharp cry of bliss that would be heard 
    outside the closed door.

          But they couldn't keep their hands off each other.

          "I want to make you come again," Yvette whispered.  
    "You came so hard."

          "It's so dangerous."

          "I wouldn't let my husband touch me, you know," Yvette 
    said, her black eyes glistening, murky with sexual 
    excitement.  "I told him I was sick.  All I could think about 
    was fucking with you again."

          She kissed Laura heatedly.  Laura was already aroused 
    and didn't have any trouble responding, even though she was 
    scared.  We could lose our jobs, she thought.  But god, sex 
    with her is so thrilling.

          "I want to fuck you again," Yvette whispered.

          "Tonight.  After work."

          "No.  Now."

          Reluctantly, Laura let Yvette undress her.  Carefully, 
    the girl removed Laura's skirt, her silk blouse, and 
    unfastened her half-removed bra.  Except for her stockings, 
    Laura was naked.  She looked down at them.

          "God, leave them on," Yvette panted.  "It's so sexy 
    with them on.  Your legs are so beautiful."

          Laura nearly melted under Yvette's hot gaze.  It was 
    so exciting to have someone want her as much as Yvette did.  
    Her body quivered involuntarily as Yvette's hands roamed 
    over her flesh.  

          "I want to suck your nipples, but I don't want you to 
    come yet," Yvette murmured.  "You have to try not to come, 
    not until I let you."

          "Okay," Laura smiled, lying back and letting Yvette 
    have her way.  "Just don't suck them too hard."

          "Or bite?" Yvette grinned.

          "I'll come."

          "I know."

          Yvette caressed and kissed and sucked Laura's 
    sensitive breasts until Laura was ready to scream.  After two 
    or three minutes of it, she was twisting, squirming, her 
    muscles clenching, soft, desperate moaning coming from her 
    throat.

          "Oh god, honey, I need it," she moaned to Yvette.  
    "Ohhhnnn . . . oh god, honey, I need it, I need it."

          But Yvette had learned her lessons well, learned them 
    from Laura.  She turned to other parts of Laura's tense body, 
    caressing Laura's thighs above the line of her stockings, 
    teasing her, making Laura want to feel the girl's lips on her 
    pussy, her tongue there.  Laura panted and twisted 
    frantically, cupping her own breasts--still wet with 
    Yvette's warm saliva, her nipples erect--in her own hands 
    and squeezing them sharply. 

          When Yvette's mouth finally reached the wet, puckering 
    slit of Laura's inflamed cunt, Laura nearly cried out with 
    hot ecstatic excitement.  Again she turned her face into the 
    pillows, whimpering as her hips churned frantically, pushing 
    her cunt up into the girl's mouth.

          "Oh god . . . oh god!" she panted.

          "I love you, Laura," Yvette said again as she stroked 
    Laura's swollen clit with her tongue, bringing Laura expertly 
    to a shockingly fierce climax.

          Her face torn with ecstacy, her body arched and 
    shuddering wildly, Laura bit off her own screams deep in her 
    throat and came in torrents.  She could not believe how she 
    could let herself have such a total, shattering orgasm when 
    only a thin wall separated her from discovery by her fellow 
    workers.  And even Yvette seemed stunned by the power of 
    Laura's climax.

          "God, are you okay?" she asked, kissing Laura, trying 
    to bring her back from the daze she was left in.

          Laura blinked away the tears and finally regained her 
    breath.  "Yes.  You didn't tell me you were going to make me 
    come like that."

          "I would every time if I could."

          "I might not survive many more."

          Now they dressed quickly, helping one another 
    straighten their clothes and smooth out the wrinkles.

          "I guess you might just call us two impetuous sex 
    maniacs," Laura grinned.

          "After work?" Yvette asked.  "At your place?"

          "What about your little girl?"

          She was sorry as soon as she said it.  Yvette looked 
    very guilty.

          "I . . . I'm sorry," she said.  "I didn't mean---"

          "No.  It's all right.  I forget everything when it 
    comes to you.  Everything."

          "Won't they start to get suspicious?"

          Yvette pouted.  "You don't want me to come over?"

          Laura kissed her passionately.  "I never get enough of 
    fucking you," she whispered huskily.  "I want to fuck you 
    again, here, right now."

          "I'll just tell him I'll be a little late, Laura," 
    Yvette said, her eyes glistening and throbbing.  "I've got 
    to have you again.  We don't have to spend all night."

          But it was two a.m. before Yvette left Laura's 
    apartment.  The two girls were insatiable.  Not even stopping 
    for dinner, they fucked until they could hardly sit up.  
    Laura had two more orgasms to match the one she had had 
    earlier in the day, seizures of pleasure that left her 
    whimpering and gasping, stunned and astonished by paroxysms 
    of intense bliss. 

          And Yvette had even more.  She seemed to be searching 
    for the limits of her body's ability to experience sexual 
    pleasure, now that she had found Laura, who was an expert at 
    coaxing the most excruciating ecstacies from Yvette's flesh.  
    Laura counted at least six of Yvette's orgasms as the 
    transcendant kind that nearly made you black out.

          "You can't blame me for loving you," Yvette confessed 
    to her softly, during one pause.  "Nobody ever made me come 
    the way you do.  It feels like I'm going to pass out."

          But somehow Yvette's professions of love only made 
    Laura uncomfortable.  It wasn't that she didn't feel the same 
    way about Yvette.  Although something in her had died with 
    Rina, she knew she wouldn't want to live now without Yvette.  
    But Yvette had a child, and a husband.  She loved to fuck 
    with Laura, but could that replace her family?  Could you 
    give up your little girl, just because you and I fuck really 
    well together?

          And Laura couldn't help thinking of Karen, and even 
    Brandi, though she didn't know if she and Brandi would ever 
    make love again.  She wasn't necessarily a sex addict, but 
    she didn't like the thought of not fucking with Karen.  After 
    all, Yvette was discovering her body's capacity for 
    pleasure, but she hadn't even dreamed of the things Karen and 
    Laura had done together.  She sometimes felt like she would 
    pass out when coming, but Laura had actually lost 
    consciousness twice while Brandi was thigh-raping her.

          But for sheer exhausting fucking, no one could top 
    Yvette.  The girl had stamina.  Laura had long ago stopped 
    counting her orgasms, but it was all still new to Yvette, 
    who tallied twenty-nine, with six near blackouts.  And by the 
    time she left, at 2 a.m., both could barely walk.

          Yvette took a quick shower, so that she wouldn't smell 
    like sex to her husband, and Laura, unable to stop herself, 
    fucked the wet, glistening, beautiful girl once more on the 
    floor of the bathtub before letting her go.  

          "You see why I love you," Yvette whispered at the 
    door.  "I never know what you're going to do to me.  Nobody 
    ever fucked me in the shower before."

          "You better just let that man screw you a few times so 
    he doesn't get suspicious," Laura whispered, lightly 
    squeezing Yvette's fantastic ass one last time.

          "Won't you be jealous?" Yvette teased.

          Laura blushed.  She realized that she would be jealous.  
    His hands on her body, Yvette's wonderful, smooth, supple 
    black body.  Yvette could see her consternation.

          "You would be, I can see it," she whispered to Laura.  
    "Don't worry.  I belong to you now."

          They kissed once more, and Yvette left.  



          And the following day, Laura met Rob as she was leaving 
    work.  Her affair with Yvette had so preoccupied her 
    feelings and thoughts that she was surprised to feel a hot 
    prickliness and instant wetness in her pussy when he grabbed 
    her elbow.

          "Hello, stranger," he said.

          "Rob.  Gosh, hi."

          "Join me for a cocktail?"

          Laura felt so reckless and dirty to be so direct with 
    him.  "Why waste time when we know what will happen," she 
    said coyly.  "I can fix you a drink at my place."

          He smiled.  "Sounds like a plan."

          He drove her there, and she turned over the vodka to 
    him while she changed.  She couldn't believe her sexual 
    excitment as she put on a very provocative lace teddy, one 
    she had worn only once, for Karen, who had nearly eaten her 
    alive and almost ripped it up in her eagerness to get it off.  
    Remembering that time, and knowing what was going to happen 
    in a few minutes with Rob, made her cunt throb and flow.  The 
    thought of Yvette was very far from her mind.  

          I guess I'm not a lesbian, after all, she thought.

          Rob had removed his tie and had drinks ready for both 
    of them when she returned.  When he saw the champagne-colored 
    lace teddy, which clung to her perfect breasts, showing 
    shadowy hints of her large soft nipples, he nearly dropped 
    his glass.

          "Laura," he said, swallowing, "how can anybody keep his 
    hands off you?"

          She smiled.  "You like it."

          He caressed her cheek, then kissed her mouth.  Laura 
    responded quickly.  Rob was a good lover, and she knew some 
    very high-quality screwing was in store.  She also knew, from 
    before, that he was intrigued by her sexual ambiguity, that 
    it heightened his lust for her.

          He slipped his hands under the lacy fabric, running 
    them all over her naked body, stopping at her breasts, 
    cupping them, then squeezing them, then trying to pull off 
    the teddy.  Laura interrupted their kiss.

          "The only other person to take this off me almost tore 
    it," she whispered to him.  "I had to spank her."

          Rob's eyes widened, and he grinned.  "She couldn't fuck 
    you as hard as I can, because she doesn't have one of these," 
    he said, taking Laura's hand and dropping it to his crotch, 
    where she felt the coiled power of his huge, jumping penis 
    under his pants.

          "No . . . she didn't," Laura said, solemnly.  She 
    frenched his ear.  "But she made me come twenty-three times," 
    she whispered, taunting him.  "In a row."

          Now he lifted the lace teddy very carefully over her 
    head.  "I forgot about you and your girlfriends," he smiled.  
    "Maybe the three of us should get together some time."

          "Mmmmm, you think you could handle us both at once?" 
    she teased.

          "I wouldn't mind giving it a shot," he said.  "God, I 
    also forgot how gorgeous you are.  You have an all-world 
    body, Laura."

          "She likes it too," she winked at him, then gasped as 
    he nearly swallowed one of her aching nipples.  "Auuggnnhh!"

          He sucked her roughly, kneading her breast with his 
    fingers at the same time, arousing Laura wildly.  But the 
    instant his mouth freed her nipple she sank to her knees and 
    tore at his belt buckle.  She knew that if she let him 
    continue, he would be fucking her in seconds, and she would 
    lose this chance to take his huge monster of a cock into her 
    mouth.

          "I want to suck you too, you know," she murmured, 
    freeing his cock from his underwear, pulling him down with 
    her onto the sofa.

          She had forgotten herself the unnatural hugeness of his 
    organ, a truly gigantic cock that stood hard and 
    magnificently tall, about ten pile-driving inches, and was 
    nearly as thick as a salame.  First, knowing how men loved 
    it, she held his twitching meat between her breasts, 
    smothering it with them, rolling them over it, squeezing the 
    iron-hard shaft between the smooth, warm globes.

          Then she took it into her mouth and toyed with the 
    swollen head of his prick for several minutes, licking and 
    sucking him until Rob was groaning and panting 
    uncontrollably.  Finally, when she knew that any more sucking 
    would bring on a premature explosion, she stopped and looked 
    up expectantly at him.

          "You want to go for the hard stuff first and then taper 
    off into gentler territory?" he asked.  "Or do you want to 
    start slow and build up to the kinky stuff as we go along?"

          "What a mind reader," Laura smiled.

          Her body quivered with wild sexual excitement.  She 
    wanted to immolate herself on his massive prick, to feel its 
    hardness probing and piercing her body, to shriek with the 
    unimaginable ecstacies it would produce in her.

          "I want you to fuck me in the ass first," she murmured, 
    looking at him hotly.

          "Tie you up?"

          "You can tie my wrists to the bed," she said softly.  
    "And these."

          With the backs of her hands she slightly lifted her 
    naked breasts.

          "You can suck the one you forgot after you tie them 
    up," she pouted playfully, though nearly unable to control 
    her shaking at the thought of what she was inviting him to do 
    to her.

          Since they had done this once before, it didn't take 
    long for Rob to have her breasts looped with rope and her 
    hands tied to the bedstand.  Laura was completely vulnerable, 
    on her back, looking up at him with fear and crazy lust, her 
    breasts throbbing, her large nipples flaring, bulging, shiny 
    and dark with engorged blood.  Rob squatted between her 
    splayed thighs, swabbing his enormous cock with K-Y jelly.

          "You want me to put something in your mouth?" he asked, 
    kindly.  "You might scream."

          "You mean when you stick that huge thing in my bottom?" 
    Laura said.  "I'll do worse than scream."

          "You love it," he said.

          "I know.  Gag me.  Please."

          Rob was very gentle.  He found dish towel, with Laura's 
    directions, and almost tenderly placed it in her mouth, tying 
    it behind her head.  Then he went back to his work.  
    Buttering up one forefinger with K-Y jelly, he slid it up 
    into her asshole and began to fuck it, widening it for the 
    monster.  To make access easier, he slid a pillow under her 
    buns, raising her wide-open groin so that her cunt and ass 
    were both totally vulnerable.

          Laura felt her eyes watering just from his finger.  
    When he removed it and began to pull apart her buns with both 
    hands, she began to whimper and shake.  The greased head of 
    his cock kissed the puckered ring of her asshole, then slowly 
    entered her.  She shut her eyes and clenched her teeth, 
    keening softly, panting, as it slid deep into her ass.

          The white-hot pain was unbelievable.  Her whole body 
    felt crammed with cock, with a tree trunk of cock, bursting, 
    screaming, throbbing, pierced with searing pain.  Involuntary 
    tears poured down her cheeks, but she rembered deep in her 
    brain that there was a payoff.  The pain would recede behind 
    a cloud of incredible sexual sensation that would grow and 
    swallow up everything else.

          "God . . . Laura!" Rob gasped, his face contorted with 
    incredible pleasure too as he slid it deeper into her.

          "Unnggghhmmmuunngg!" she groaned helplessly, finally 
    feeling the hot cloud of excruciating pleasure supplant the 
    pain.

          They were both paralyzed for a couple of minutes, but 
    then Rob began to fuck her, slowly, inching his huge member 
    out of her ass, then sliding it back in, rubbing her clit at 
    the same time with two fingers, until in no time Laura was 
    whooping and quivering uncontrollably.  

          They both wanted it to be slow, but they couldn't help 
    the hot sexual fury that engulfed them, driving them in 
    seconds to a plunging, whimpering mayhem of fucking.  Rob's 
    mouth fell on the hard, throttled, purplish gourds of her 
    cinched breasts, sucking her nipples brutally while his huge 
    cock mauled her tight, pinching asshole.

          Laura's body was totally engulfed in a hot whirlwind of 
    sexual wildness that erupted in just seconds into a volcanic 
    series of climaxes.  Rob's huge, stiff prick ripped up into 
    her ass, stabbing her to the quick, while his mouth tore at 
    her bulging nipples, and his hand mashed her clit.  She came 
    in sharp, convulsive spasms, groaning and writhing, her body 
    seared by the scalding sexual explosions.

          And Rob was close behind her.  He groaned, spearing her 
    ass with his huge, rock-hard prick, and it spouted long, 
    jumping strings of semen into her.  Laura had three distinct 
    orgasms, wrenching, shocking ones, leaving her gasping for 
    air and shuddering with ecstacy.  And when Rob roused himself 
    to untie her gag and the rope around her breasts, she moaned 
    to him, churning her hips, wanting more.

          "Fuck me . . ." she groaned.  "Fuck my pussy now.  
    Please."

          "Let me wash it off first," he murmured.

          "Let it be dirty.  I don't care.  Shove it in me.  Fuck 
    my pussy.  Fuck me hard, Rob.  Do it.  Hard."

          She winced as he pulled the monster out of her ass and 
    slid it into her pussy, instantly plunging her into another 
    fiery delirium of lust.  Her breasts were sore, but they 
    hadn't been tied up for long, and the feeling came back into 
    them quickly.  Rob's voracious mouth found them and mauled 
    them again, sucking her nipples as hard as Karen often did, 
    bringing tiny yelps of pain from deep in her chest as she 
    again spilled over with hot coming, deep spasms of ecstacy 
    throbbing in rhythm with the pounding, stabbing thrust of his 
    enormous cock.

          Rob had just come when his cock was in her asshole, and 
    now he had staying power.  He fucked Laura until she thought 
    she would pass out from the continuous, plunging, piercing 
    rape.  But she came again twice before he finally reached a 
    new peak and his cock spewed fresh strings of cum into her 
    clasping, aching pussy.

          He untied her wrists from the bedposts before they both 
    collapsed.  Finally, Rob drew himself up on his elbow and 
    ran a tender, caressing hand down Laura's naked midriff to 
    the golden fluff of her pubic hair.

          "Well, it may not have been twenty-three times," he 
    said.  "But it was sure high on my All Time Best Fuck list."

          "Mine too," Laura confessed.  "Quantity isn't 
    everything.  Your instrument has no equal."

          She dropped her hands to his limp penis, still enormous 
    even in its dormant state.  She wanted to continue right away 
    but knew that was only a habit from her sessions with the 
    girls.  So she gave Rob time to recuperate.  In about half an 
    hour she coaxed his huge cock into a hard-on again by kissing 
    and sucking it, then turned on all her skill to give him the 
    best, most intense blowjob he had ever experienced.

          She knew just how to do it, concentrating wholly on his 
    pleasure, teasing his wet, jumping prick with her lips and 
    tongue until he was shaking and moaning uncontrollably.  She 
    teased him the way she and Karen had learned to fuck, 
    bringing him to the brink of an orgasm, then pulling him 
    back, exciting him wildly, then backing off just before he 
    came.  Rob was frantic with need.

          "God, Laura . . . just do it!" he begged.  "Please!  Do 
    it!"

          "Oh baby," she teased.  "You want to come?  You want to 
    shoot it in my face, don't you.  Or all over my breasts?  How 
    would that feel?  Would you like that?"

          Knowing how visual men were, she dangled her perfect, 
    pear-shaped breasts over his throbbing cock, cupping them in 
    her hands and smothering the hot, twitching stalk, cuddling 
    it between them, then rubbing the ballooning head with her 
    large, bulbous nipples.  Rob nearly came just watching her, 
    feeling her do it to him.

          "Oh god, Laura, please!" he whimpered.

          "Do you want to come all over my breasts?" she teased.  
    "Or in my mouth?"

          "Both," he panted, his hips squirming as the horrible 
    torment of sexual need gripped him.

          Laura relented.  Holding his stiff cock and heavy balls 
    in both hands, grasping them roughly, which she knew would 
    excite him further, she took the swollen head of his prick 
    into her mouth and began sucking him hard.  Rob was so close 
    that he came within seconds, great spurting jets of semen 
    leaping from his jerking prick into her mouth.

          Laura gulped it, then released his squirting cock and 
    pushed her naked breasts against it, feeling the dollops of 
    his sperm spatter her nipples as his cock continued to erupt.  
    He had six or seven huge squirts of cum in all, amazing her, 
    since he had already come twice before that.  

          They rested and slept and awoke to fuck twice more 
    before calling it a night.  This time they were tender and 
    soft with one another, and Laura had four more deep, 
    throbbing orgasms before he left.

          At the door Rob couldn't help bringing it up again.  
    "You sure you wouldn't like to invite me to one of your girl-
    girl fuck parties some time?" he grinned.

          "Still think you could handle two of us?" she teased.

          "Try me," he said, winking.


