Чарли Андерс - Best Lesbian Erotica 2010

“How old are you, Chantal?”

“Twenty-three, Ma’am.”

Twenty-three. The walls of Neela’s cunt tingled. She was just a girl—and not only that, she was a girl—a girl with a rather boyish figure, but definitely a girl. Neela let her hand slide down the girl’s neck onto her chest. Her fingers lightly traced over Chantal’s nipple before she leaned in to lick it. Withdrawing slightly, she blew on the wet nipple and watched it crinkle and stiffen.

Chantal’s eyes closed and she mumbled, “Thank you, Ma’am,” more to herself than aloud.

Neela smiled and pinched the nipple between her fingernails. The girl’s eyes flew open and she said, quite plainly, “Thank you, Ma’am.”

Well, maybe this once… It wasn’t like she’d never thought of playing with girls, it was just that the opportunity had never arisen before, or she hadn’t been looking for it. She’d been mourning the loss of Sam and hadn’t played in a long time. She’d come out tonight for a release and she was going to get one, goddamnit.

“Chantal, why do you want to play with me?”

“This girl…”

“Bup, bup, bup.” Neela put her finger on the girl’s lips. “What did I say?”

“Sorry, Ma’am. I forgot.”

“So? Why me?”

“Well, this— I’ve watched you on other nights playing with your boy and you’re just so beautiful and kinda scary, sort of… And whenever I see you play I always imagine that I’m your boy. I could be your boy, if you gave this girl, I mean me a chance… I could be…”

“You’re very sweet. Who taught you to use that affected third person crap? Is there someone whose permission you need to play with me? I won’t play with someone else’s property without an invite.”

“No, Ma’am, I don’t belong to anyone, not anymore. I did, but now I don’t. I just…” She looked like she was about to cry, but instead, she lowered her eyes and began again. “I used to belong to a mistress in Boston. She said that slaves didn’t have any rights and weren’t really people, so they should never use the I word when referring to themselves. She said they should never refer to themselves at all, unless their mistress made them, and then to show the proper respect by referring to themselves as property. She made sure we learned.”

“How come you’re not with her anymore?”

“I guess she got tired of me. She drove me to New York and left me at this club.”

“What do you mean? When did she leave you here? How long ago?”

“Three months. I used to come here every night, waiting for her to come back, but then I saw you.”

Neela watched the tears begin to roll down Chantal’s face. Her heart went out to the girl. “Here now, you come sit up here with me,” she said, patting her lap. She put her arm around the girl’s shoulder and let the young slave snuggle against her neck. “That woman was an idiot. I really can’t stand people like that. Now, no more of that referring to yourself in third person. Not with me. I don’t like it.” She patted the girl’s thighs. “So you want to play with me, huh? I’m used to playing with boys, you know; I play rough.”

“Yes, Ma’am, this girl likes it rough. I really like it rough.”

“Mm, mm, mm, that’s another slip. What are we going to do to make you remember that you’re a person? I think a spanking’s in order here,” Neela said, smiling, her eyes twinkling.

A wide grin split Chantal’s face and she nodded her head. “Yes, Ma’am, I think you’re absolutely right.” She bent over and slid down until she was lying across Neela’s lap and flipped her schoolgirl skirt up.

As Neela expected, Chantal wasn’t wearing underwear. She had a perfect, round bottom and Neela could just see her cleanly shaved pussy lips peeking out from between her legs. There were a few fading bruises on her cheeks and the backs of her thighs.

The first smack landed squarely in the middle of one cheek. She bounced a little, but otherwise made no sound. Neela landed another on the opposite cheek and then proceeded to cover the girl’s bottom in light spanks until it bore a uniform pink blush and began to take on some heat. She moved her hand down between Chantal’s legs to run her fingers over the girl’s sex. So smooth, so different from a boy’s sex. Chantal was obviously turned on, and feeling the girl’s excitement excited Neela.

“You really are a very naughty little girl, aren’t you? You’re all wet down here.” Neela grabbed the girl’s cunt and squeezed until Chantal squeaked and the juices ran out between Neela’s fingers.

Neela’s spanks rained harder and harder on the girl’s bottom while she ran her fingers through the girl’s wet slit. She smelled the fragrance of the girl’s arousal and noted that it was different from her own—similar, but different. The scent was a heady one, especially as she knew that she’d caused it. She sank her middle finger inside. It was a lovely, warm, moist feeling, but different than masturbating. The girl’s muscles contracted against her finger and Neela found herself warmed by the human connection. She slid her index finger inside to join her middle finger.

“Oh, thank you, Ma’am,” Chantal moaned. She alternately pushed her bottom up to receive the smacks and thrust back against Neela’s hand. Neela gently pressed and caressed the wall of the girl’s hot, wet interior, over and over.

She felt the girl freeze against her legs, and then begin to squirm. Without changing the motion of her fingers, she stopped spanking. “What’s the matter, little girl? Why so squirmy?” she said with a low chuckle.

“Please, Ma’am, may this girl come?”

SMACK! “What?”

“Sorry, sorry, sorry, but please, Ma’am, I have to come. Please.”

“I don’t think I should let you come. You obviously haven’t learned your lesson.” She slowly removed her fingers from the girl’s cunt.

“Nooooo…”

“Oh, please. What, you thought this was about you? Poor little subby-girl—thinks she gets to come after ten minutes of playing. Right! No, I think you’d better come with me,” Neela said, setting the girl on her feet and taking hold of her wrist. “Now, what shall I do with you? Ah, I know.” Holding on to the girl, she strode purposefully toward the back of the club.

“Where are we going, Ma’am?” Chantal followed along behind with an ever-widening smile plastered to her face until Neela finally stopped in front of an unoccupied massage table.

“All right girl, hop up here and get comfortable. I don’t think we need this skirt right now, do we?” Neela took the skirt, folded it and put it on a nearby bench. She attached the girl’s ankles to cuffs at the sides of the table, spreading her legs as wide as the table would allow.

Chantal sat up to watch as her legs were fastened to the table. When Neela finished she turned around and put her palm against the girl’s chest. Once Chantal was flat against the table again, Neela fastened her wrists to cuffs at the top of the table.

“I’m going to examine you. I’ve examined lots of boys, but never a girl. With you fastened and spread like this, I can take my time and get a good look at you.” She could see that her words were having their effect on the girl as Chantal began to squirm against her restraints a bit and her breathing quickened.

“Look at these pretty little nipples.” As she spoke, before she could even touch them, they both crinkled and stiffened. “Oh, that’s so sweet, they’re getting themselves ready for me.” She lightly ran her fingers over both nipples at the same time.

Chantal shuddered.

Neela traced circles around and around the girl’s areolas, making sure the nipples were as hard as they were going to get before pinching them between her thumbs and forefingers. She started out with a minimum of pressure but gradually increased it until the girl moaned. She pulled them up, stretching Chantal’s breasts and elongating her nipples.