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Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Arousing Ry (Chapter 5, Orally Orianna)

Arriving at home becomes an automated process of the cycle going in the garage before Ry enters the house. With securing everything by turning on alarms she goes to the kitchen to retrieve a chilled bottle of Smirnoff #21 Vodka. Standing there she removes her the leather jacket and the shoes while walking toward the stairwell that leads to the upper floor where the bedrooms exist. On her way to the master bedroom, Ryanne slowly removes each and every garment with exception of her panties and that only stay on because of the tired. With an exhaustive sigh upon seeing her lovely king sized bed Ry picks up a vodka shot glass located on the top of her highboy dresser. Then with quick work, the bottle opens to permit filling the shot glass before it swiftly comes poured down Ry`s throat in one gulp.

“Yummy.” arrives in purring as the liquid smoothly fills to bring Ry to instantly pour more in the shot glass with her immediately making the contents speedily disappear down her throat. Then with standing there breathing and trying to find calm Ry tells herself a couple truths of life “Damn, I do have daddy issues and women are fucking driving me crazy.”

The third glass of vodka is poured but not until Ry settles nicely under the quilted bed comforter with next lounging upon the many pillows against the bed`s headboard. Then in feeling comfortable enough, Ry pours the third glass to merely take a small sipping as she closes her eyes to find peace with allowing the truthfulness of answers drains through her spirit. After many long moments she grimaces with saying, “Sir, I do my best to be, to be, oh what mother wants us both to be. But father I ain`t marrying some bitch just because she wants it. I do anything for you most days but marriage ain`t in this lifetime.”

With such said to no one but fully intended for her father Ry slowly sips the third shot glass of vodka before placing the empty glass on the night table before pushing downward under the sheets to sleep.

The next day brings waking near noon before an hour-long shower. This leads into enjoying a day busy with working on blueprint creations at home. There is small pseudo break when she orders in pizza for a late lunch but only one slice is eaten while she continues her sketching. Then in no time, it`s seven in the evening so she heads out to a favorite pub to experience dinner with music. Such provides a relaxing night before returning home at two in the morning to once more sleep but without any vodka chasers this time.

Then the day arrives in all its glory, the big bad birthday day. The evening sweeps in fast with Ry currently in the shower while her choice of women for her special is busy with tasks in Ry`s bedroom. Orianna Juliana Macgregor stands almost nude within her femininely petite curves after arriving into Ryanne`s bedroom. She exists as Ry`s submissive playmate of ten years with Orianna planning this evening`s special dinner that comes as a request from her chosen Dominant.

The dinner date takes place at a fine dining establishment possessing private party rooms within the more upper-class section of New York City. The reserved dining room, of a no disturbance policy with limited waiter access, awaits them for an evening special sexual play. Yet, here in the master bedroom of Ry Masterson is a middle woman of delicately sculptured curves, wavy blonde tresses, and eyes of dancing sparkling blue that comes accentuated in nervousness for hopes that quick setup of the evening pleases her Dominant.

However such thoughts must be chased away. Hence, Orianna concentrates on dressing in the prepared clothes selected by Ry. She likes the feel of these garments of a front closure black leather bra and panties tied at the side with strings. Every sensation is enjoyed as the black fishnet stockings with garters slowly adorn her long curvaceous legs and petite torso. She is pretty and she knows it. Next Orianna smiles with of the cool feelings of sliding into the well pressed tailored black tuxedo dress pants with accompanying raw leather belt. Sexy stuff, god you treat me well.” Orianna whispers as she proceeds to reach for the red silk paisley vest and faux tuxedo dress shirt cuffs with ruby cuff links.

Once dressing that comes completed Orianna rests on the bed`s edge to place upon her feet the six-inch black leather stiletto heel shoes with a stem of solid polished silver metal. With this completed Orianna`s finger touches the only jewelry that she wears. She grins of both items with the first of them being a silver ‘submissive’ bonding ring upon the ring finger of her left hand. The other is a most obvious item for it exists as a braided black leather ‘submissive’ collar circling her lovely neck. Indeed she dresses for sexual success and to please her Dominant. It is with that thought flowing within her Orianna hears Ry demanding. “My pet, dry me and dress me.”

Ryanne`s shimmering emerald green eyes gaze upon her playmate while walking over to stand in front of this other woman. Ryanne looks down at the sitting Orianna as the water drips from her own nudity. She scans the treasure of the finely dressed submissive. “You are a treat. Tonight you are fucking me until I am exhausted. Your naughty tongue will be so busy that you won`t be able to talk tomorrow.”

“Yes, my goddess and thank you for the privilege.” Comes as an instant reply, while Orianna kneels before Ryanne as Ryanne drops two terry towels onto the lap of the kneeling woman. “I am unworthy but may I please count your orgasms and the licks?”

Ry likes the response; Orianna is very well trained with it being a pleasure to enjoy her. “You will count the licks and orgasms. But there are punishments for missing any. You will be fucked for ten minutes by a strap on cock for every miss count.”

A thrill indeed, but some lesbians do not enjoy the activity of a phallus being used on them. Orianna can be moody about it but she experiences it on occasion. Thus, Ry awaits rebellion but Orianna retrieves the white terry towel to then thoroughly dab every inch of Ry`s wet silken skin until it’s dry. With this complete Orianna begins to smooth in jasmine lotion to each portion of Ryanne with maintaining silence with exception of asking to rise from kneeling. Soon this task is satisfactorily done causing Ryanne to sternly convey, “Slower next time and with kisses on each of my toes when you finish. More worship, less rush for the kissing and adulation are enjoyed by us both.”

Instantly Orianna falls to her knees to reverently kiss each of Ry`s toes with a repeated whispering of, “My apologies, my goddess. I beg forgiveness. Please forgive me?” She pleads in humbling herself in a pain of having done a wrong.

“That is it be a good slut. Twice more for each toe or my slut will be on Andy’s cross tonight while watching me masturbating. Do you want me pouring my precious cum all over your ex-girlfriends photos? Do you want them having what is yours? Uhm, do you my dirty toy?”

“No, my goddess. Please, no.” Orianna claims in almost tears as she kisses up over Ry`s foot. With seeing the devotion and territorial display Ry extends her left hand downward while coldly saying, ”‘Good girl rise up and I noticed that you bought me new things for my birthday.”

Such causes Orianna to rise up with swiftly playing a worshipful kiss upon the back of Ry`s hand as she excitedly conveys, “Yes, my goddess, if it pleases you. You have gifts of new red lace baby doll lingerie, red stockings with garters and new six-inch black stilettos. There is also a long black leather trench coat to chase away the cold.”

Ryanne nods with hearing it while she looks at the items displayed on top of her bed. This provokes her to give permission to Orianna to get the clothing. “You are to kiss my hand after placing each item on me. Then it`s caring for my hair, makeup and a scent to have me smiling. So, show me your devotion and your need to care for me.”

Orianna happily thanks her Dominant for the honor with next proceeding to appreciate the splendor of being in the presence of the only woman that she trusts to be her Dominant. She thinks of this as she finishes the tasks to then kneel before Ryanne in humbly conveying, “I love you, care about you more than anyone does.”

This brings a smile to Ryanne`s lips as she glances at the well-done tasks being completed. “My pet, you do please me.” Then in reaching down Ry pets Orianna facial cheek. “You are good to place to your leash is in my trench coat pocket.”

This Orianna grins about as she glances toward the leash with excitement running through her. She likes being leashed, publically leashed too. “Yes, my goddess.’

Ry, in turn, raises her eyebrows in a show of it pleases that Orianna enjoys being an exhibitionist about her kinkiness. So she further shares the chat with knowing they must get going to dinner. “Are all dinner plans ready? We will leave immediately if these are as you said of our birthday plans.”

“Yes, my goddess.” Humbly replies Orianna waiting for permission to depart for the restaurant.

“Then it`s off we go, my slut, you behave or Andy and you have a date.” As Ry states both women slowly travel downstairs to enter into the limousine that waits on the driveway outside the house.

Arriving at the restaurant the two women are escorted to the privacy of the reserved dining room. The door closes behind them to leave them alone within their dinner chamber as the jazz music fills the room bringing further smiles to them both. At this moment Ryanne retrieves the leash from her pocket to swiftly attach it to Orianna`s submissive`s collar. When the clasp clicks an instant tugging of it comes with Ry looking Orianna dead center into the eyes with saying, “My slut must please me or this leash is to be a whip.”

In reply, Orianna lowers her head as she solemnly replies, “Yes, my goddess. Your wish is my command.”

“Good slut, now, keep that in mind as you tongue fuck,” Ry growls as she looks around at the room listening to the romantic jazz music to see that the medium sized space is only candlelit illumination. The luxurious space comes setup with two large sized tables, four smaller ones, high-backed chairs and the food service furnishings. This supplies the words in a soft, “Very pleasing, oh yes.”

Ry continues her gazing at a part of her birthday, this room setup and the coming events and is pleased. She easily sees the first large table draped in red silk with it near the left of the center of the room. Resting on top of it exists two place settings for dinner. Along with this a three-tiered silver candelabra accompanied by one crystal vase holding four crimson color roses subsist on the table too. Such brings a giggle from Ry as she conveys “Romance, pet! You gift me romance and dinner for two. You must be falling in love with me. You have me wondering what our meal is, I do hope it’s pleasing.”

“Indian, four courses with a bottle of Clonakilla, Shiraz-Viognier Murrumbateman.” proudly grins Orianna who enjoys the praise over the effort done.

“My favorite. You even have the Australian red wine. Oh, you do please, yes, you do.” Respectfully conveys Ry with raising an eyebrow of happiness and nodding of being given a truly pleasant gift in such a short time for preparations. “I must pressure you more, more for you do decent when pressed with limits.”

“Yes my goddess, yes, please. I want to serve you more.” Orianna eagerly replies while Ry finishes viewing the setup of the dining room.

The further inspecting of the space brings Ry seeing the evening`s actual expectation comes to be noticeable when looking at the second large table. It holds no place settings while draped by a narrow foot wide drapery banner of red silk that plunges to the floor at mid center table. However, the two high back chairs at either end hold several sets of metal handcuffs dangling over the rungs. This table comes surrounded by the four smaller tables. Each of those holds the tools of the BDSM arts. These abide as implements of the more obvious items of paddles, vibrators, riding crops, clamps, binding tools, and a few pain for pleasure items. Yet, there also exist small glassware dishes of various liquids and freshly diced fruits. Such creates a giggling of glee to slip from Ry before she gazes at it all.

‘My slut definitely hopes to be fucking me. Oh yes, it shows.” Ry states sternly as she moves to stand beside the nearest chair that possesses handcuffs belonging to the large table almost empty. Turning around to look Orianna`s blue eyes Ryanne commands, “Tonight you feast with the main course being me. Remove my coat and assist me up on the table. Then dutifully prove that you know the arts of sensual sexual pleasure feasting.”

Orianna Macgregor smiles of finally having what she longed for since she received the phone call. Even more than that she needs this time with Ryanne for it`s a letting go. She lets go of the tight control and her conservative ways of a high-powered corporate lawyer. This blond exists as a renowned lesbian of powerful family connections and public service through her career. However, she occasionally finds it all overwhelming. Thus, on occasion, she chooses to allow Ryanne a control of everything in her non-work life. Ryanne, in turn, demands sexual pleasure in BDSM kink, whilst supplying any assistance to Orianna that may help. With that Ryanne also knows this woman inside out. She does and these types of rituals give balance to Orianna making Orianna feel more secure and capable of just relaxing. It, in turn, formulates Ryanne to feel that life is more than work and lust. It, in fact, brings romance with tinges of a type of love. Thus, having Ryanne adore Orianna. She thrills in Orianna`s vast intellect while treasuring Orianna`s heart that thunders of passionate love. It goes well with a beautiful soul that easily radiates from the submissive. This makes Orianna amazing to Ryanne even if the relationship is a hidden treasure that provides sexual bonding within kinkiness every second Sunday in both of their lives.

But tonight is special. It exists as a birthday special as Orianna reaches to hold Ryanne`s left hand to place a chivalrous kiss to it before then assisting Ryanne gracefully step upon the seat of the chair. Ry elegantly ascends to turn around in firmly commanding, “Remove the coat.”

Orianna diligently unbuttons the trench coat making sure to keep constant gaze into Ryanne`s eyes. Unlike most Dominates, Ryanne likes eye contact and demands it to be almost a constant. Eye connection between Dominate and submissive usually is a limited thing but Ryanne requests to know all that is Orianna. Therefore that intends eyes and souls connecting. Yes, connection as the trench coat is removed to allow Ry sits to upon the table`s surface in stating, “You have the freedom of choices. Do not let me down. It is to be at least seven orgasms for my birthday feast.”

With a fluttering of those eyelashes, Orianna smiles as she proceeds to the table holding the BDSM tools and foods set out for pleasure sharing. She collects the dish of blueberries and the one of white chocolate syrup. She does so with the knowledge that both are Ry`s favorites. Orianna carries both dishes to place them on the tabletop beside Ry as Ry studiously watches to then convey, “My pet, we both are going to be high on sugar and you will need to give me at least twenty orgasms to solve the calories.”

Orianna giggles with liking the praise and the idea of more service to be given. This has her folding the trench coat it into a pillow while tenderly requesting Ryanne`s hand. She wants it so that she may kiss the open palm as she humbly begs, “My Goddess, please, please may I have you lay down?”

Ry begins to relax backward until she feels close enough to lie completely upon the table`s surface. Then as Ry settles Orianna places the trench coat pillow beneath her head of brunette tresses. With that, all settling as comfortable Orianna turns to walk to the end of the table where Ryanne `s closed legs drape over the edge in a dangling. Reaching to pull back the chair Orianna kneels on the floor at Ry`s feet to proceed leisurely playing soft kisses of worship upon the tip of each stiletto shoe. As the kissing proceeds upward in inches by inch as Ry`s scent fills her lungs to assist with arousal.

This is not a need for Orianna since Ryanne does stimulate all senses upon first sight. Yet, Ry`s aroma exists as a mere drug for it possess a mystic to it. Smooth, silken, a hint of darkness and a pungent mysterious sweetness when tasted and this Orianna deeply enjoys. As she tastes it through the fishnet stockings she feels teased with needing so much more of Ry. Thus, she brings kisses further upward on her Domme`s legs as she rises from kneeling while hearing that Ryanne`s breathing deepens with each kiss. Ryanne`s long lovely legs do enjoy being touched, especially when it`s in kisses of love that move upward in worshipful affection on both legs until those kisses come inches away from the upper thigh.

”Come, my slut, you want it. Come please me.” in slightly heavy breaths of anticipation of the coming pleasures.

Hearing this Orianna stands still bringing her hands to caress both legs from the kneecap to curve of the thigh that meets the torso. She works her palms up on the skin that peeks through those stockings of Ryanne. This encourages massaging there with playing back to the knee to then reach down gripping the left stiletto to raise it upward from dangling. Elevating it until it`s table level but she doesn’t stop for Orianna next plays more kissing to the calf portion of Ryanne`s leg as Orianna raises the foot upward to lie upon her own right shoulder. Once done of this the placement of Ry`s right leg upon Orianna`s left shoulder, in the same way, exists to then allow kisses to its calf portion. Within standing there Orianna permits those muscular legs to dangle down over shoulders as she gazes into Ryanne` eyes. Looking there, seeing the beauty of rebellion`s way that allows a ‘submissive’ the treasure of dominance and the feelings of it being something that is too much, but it is the birthday gift that Ryanne wants to be given.

Indeed it exists as the true want. Ry likes being served by Orianna more so than any other submissive.

She even enjoys the public occasions of them being around each other Orianna where Orianna behaves in submissive ways toward Ryanne. Orianna isn’t this way with others but with Ryanne she is. Thus, Ryanne wants to be given that which Orianna hides from others, the submissive that hides in a public persona of a dominant woman.

“Own me!” comes sharply from Ryanne ”Make me your treat. Show me your desire and be my balance. Show me that I can trust you. Make my body your playground. Play out our temptations, and tempt me into letting you own me. Make the truth to only be what is our pleasure.”

Orianna smiles to immediately snap her open left palm to Ryanne`s ass in a show of governance and controlling the scene. “Come on, fuck me with the arts of sensual sex.” Demands Ryanne in sharp commandment. “Make me wetter!” This brings another snapping spank to that same ass cheek. “Not good enough!” Ryanne sternly chides. ”More!”

Orianna looks at her with a growing fire of defiance in a need to prove that she can fuck her Domme. Hell yes, she will. Thus, her right-hand throttles upon that other ass cheek making Ryanne gasp of the sharpness of the sting. That inspires six rapid snaps to that same ass cheek causing Ryanne to tighten everybody muscle with than giving a playful sinister chuckling of “More, I like that.”

Orianna enjoys this; it shows that she likes a little control for it’s a bit of rebellion that comes from the energy of her Domme. So, she begins individual spanking swats to each ass cheek in a rotation of sides until her hands are stinging. This is a lovely pleasure pain that brings a licking of her palm to thoroughly enjoy the sensations. These exist as deep dirty sexy feelings that provide intense inhaling followed by similar exhaling as a mischievous joy sweeps Orianna`s senses.

Ryanne giggles of the pain zinging on her skin as her pussy lips tingle of wetness and electric arousal now that her redness radiates on both ass cheeks. Without a doubt she is horny. She hasn’t had sex since being with Payton and tonight she needs to. She wants to have sex, and it`s the second of the reasons that playtime is this way it on this night. Sex with Orianna always exists as a treat and tonight as Ry looks at this beautiful woman of blue eyes she coldly conveys, “I thought that you said that you loved me. That is barely caring. Now, love me!”

Orianna stares at her with curiosity for she does love Ryanne. Years ago she truly fell in love with Ryanne Masterson, yet she knows Ryanne only wishes this type of relationship. Thus, loving Ryanne is sexual love and at this moment Ryanne needs extreme sexual love. It must be more of what her Domme thinks is a bit of love and with knowing Ryanne as she does Orianna easily understands that spanking barely exists as a flirtation for Ryanne. She often watches Ryanne whip her own self, whip and throttles her own ass in displays of showing the pleasure of pain. A display that always seems a pleasure to watch for Ryanne tends to orgasm from the pain coming so intense. In many ways, Ryanne could be a great ‘submissive’ but she only desires to be Dominant. So Orianna stands there pondering, ‘What would my goddess do’? With that thought barely completely Orianna unleashes her leather belt from her tuxedo pants. She swiftly folds it together to then in a firm gripping she swings it high to next smack it on that left ass cheek of Ryanne. The sounds create thunder trails into the room having Ryanne scream of pain and orgasmic wonder as cum squirts through the red lace panties.

“Count it, my goddess. Count it for us, please?” Meekly asks a woman who knows to be careful when addressing or demanding of a Dominant within BDSM.

Ryanne catches a hold of her own senses while being dizzy of the high of orgasm. Ryanne breathes heavy of the unexpected orgasm while being in awe of the ability of her submissive to deliver such control and need without readiness for it. Yes, Ryanne underestimated Orianna. It seems that her pet maintains a few secrets of being able to be a Dominant. Thus, Ryanne eyes Orianna through the daze of lust while feeling the wet of cum on her own skin. She does to then announce in a studious tone, “One, one orgasm!”

Orianna next lays the belt upon the tabletop so that she may open the container of blueberries. Upon doing so she leans between Ryanne`s open thighs but she maintains strict stare into Ryanne`s eyes. With leaning down she breathes in the sweet scent of cum on pussy lips having Orianna licks her own upper lips in anticipation of tasting the treat. Yet, in order to taste it, the tiny bowed string that seals the panties closed must be untying. That has Orianna tilting closer to nuzzle her nose against the panties and the tiny lace bow. Orianna permits her nose teases Ry`s tingling lower lips. Ryanne wiggles with tensing up her lower muscles as she brings her upper body to rise for watching the tasting process. However, Orianna causes her left hand to lie flat on the midsection between Ryanne`s breasts to push Ry to lie back down. This once more shows that Orianna takes control of the scene, just as a Dominant should.

This being given permissions to be the Dominant on this evening of kinky play becomes a comfy thing at this point. So it`s back to concentrating on nuzzling wet pussy lips. This makes Ryanne squirm with wanting the panties off. Yet, Orianna takes her time with opening a gift, a lovely cum covered presently. She wants to build more arousal for high is important when Ry needs sex. Thus, that firm probing tongue whips out to lick the fabric on the panties making Ryanne gasp of the sensations that follow. This instantly brings tension returning with tightness in the lower muscles as Ryanne’s open palms press the table over the memories of Orianna amazing abilities in giving oral pleasure.

Such is so marvelous that everyone should worship Orianna for those skills and Ryanne secretly does. Ry may consider herself in control of things in life but Orianna sure knows how to tongue fuck. Orianna easily does this until no control exists with making Ryanne almost willing to enjoy love in life. Yes, love for Orianna is heaven in endless ways. And with that thought, Ry feels Orianna beginning to rake her teeth on the fabric of the crotch of Ryanne`s panties. In return, Ryanne moans sweet cries of, ”You are teasing me. Teasing. You get spankings.”

Orianna smirks to then clinch the lace tie between her teeth before gently tugging to pull it undone. Such leads to nuzzling as she works the tie completely loose to reveal that wetness glistening upon womanly lips, lips that desire to taste. Once more another smirk comes as she flicks the tip of her tongue to taste test the treat. “Yum,” She hums as she plays her nose through the heated folds of Ryanne’s hungry pussy, a pussy that pulse of needing pleasing with then getting satisfying soon.

So Orianna’s hands cup Ry`s ass pushing it upward as though it`s a holy chalice for worshipping. Holding it, then breathing tenderly upon those lower lips to create deeper breaths that cool into supplying a chill and shivers to a woman who needs more after already having one orgasm. Oh yes, Ry requires much more. Orgasms a needed thing, a ‘now thing’ that she must exist and Orianna suddenly dives into hungrily sucking those swollen wet pussy lips. It immediately sets Ry off balance forcing out wetness in an intense orgasm.

“Two!” sharply claims Ry as she counts the second pleasure eruption.

Inspiration, a gift that inspires a raw wanting within Orianna as she partakes of pleasure`s liquids and the taste of plump pussy folds. It rocks Ryanne’s body forcing her hands to snap hard against the table, while she groans and gasps of the desire shown by Orianna. Desire that has Orianna continuously gripping pussy folds between her upper lips in possession whilst gently suckling within tugging outward until those snap from her lips grasps. Next Orianna breathes of the deliciousness of the mystical aroma of cum. This causes Orianna `s own lower lips to be wetter with her needing an orgasm.

Yet, she holds it to once more suckle, kiss and then clamps her teeth upon Ry`s vaginal folds. Orianna gradually rakes her teeth over the delicate wet skin as she stretches the pussy folds to eventually release them. The moist puffy flesh lay within stillness as relentless pulsating for more has Ryanne`s breathing deepen causing dizziness. Ryanne quakes of the passionate pleasure that comes as an assault of sensations. Then again Orianna suckles and teases those pussy lips before feasting like a wild hungry beast. She relentlessly buries her tongue within the heated canal in a nuzzling while breathing upon the moistness with kisses. It forces Ryanne into trembling uncontrollably over the pleasure sharing while her next three orgasm rise within Orianna not stopping as Ry counts as each exists in the hunger of oral pleasure.

“Three!” screams forth to then moments later a gasping of, “Four’ and in that swimming of lustful sex Ry is lost in sensations as her pussy is treated to heaven triggering her to bellow, “Five!”

It`s getting intense between them with Orianna’s hands now gripping Ryanne`s ass in squeeze, pushing it, molding it in her palms and then crawling her fingers over to the valley of that naughty anus. Edging along she holds her lover and imprints her nails into Ry`s ass`s skin. Digging into the flesh just enough to let Ryanne know that it`s marking her. Then with the tiny channel between the ass cheeks comes nuzzled by Orianna before slipping in her index finger of her right hand to begin rimming that dirty dark hole. She takes to teasing it, pleasing it and once more it forces Ryanne into more sensations. Thus, it creates a continuous symphony of sensual moans to fill the dining room for Ryanne does enjoy anal play. It is such a lovely erotic feeling that Ry tightens all her lower womanly muscles. Then instantly Orianna’s tongue wiggling with tapping the inner sanctuary of Ryanne`s pussy. The beautiful result is a sexy naughty moaning scream of ecstasy, along with the squirting of a powerful orgasm that sprays into Orianna`s throat. Yummy creamy cum eagerly feasted on with dribbling down Orianna’s chin as Ry breathlessly counts, “Six, six, fuck me more.”

Orianna`s fingers scoop the creamy cum up before she climbs onto the chair to get enough leverage to crawl on the table. Once there she leans over Ryanne`s body lengthwise in straddling to place a raw rough kiss to those trembling upper lips. This brings Orianna to kiss Ry`s upper lips. Then as she released Orianna gazes deep into Ryanne eyes with Ry conveying, responds, “You are fucking good. More.”

That forces a gleaming grin upon Orianna`s lips as she sweetly expresses, “Yes, my goddess. We have more though, so please be ready for more.”

Reaching backward, while settling into saddling position above Ryanne, Orianna retrieves of the dish of blueberries. One berry is placed tenderly upon Ryanne`s upper lips to then be pressing it in between them with a finger encouraging such. ”Please, eat these. You need liquids.”

After the first berry, several more and with berry number seven Orianna stretches behind herself to trace a blueberry through Ryanne`s pussy`s lips before bringing it back around to pop it into Ryanne`s waiting upper lips. “Tasty cream. You were such a good girl, my goddess. Your creamy cum is a fine wine and I want more. But first, I must fill that naughty pussy with a few of these berries to see if you can make a gourmet wine.” That brings a giggling as Orianna wiggles upon Ryanne`s torso before pushing herself backward to stand upon the floor of the private dining room.

In the next moments, Orianna sits her bum on the chair. She then reaches to grip Ry`s legs in snuggly tugging Ry`s ass to the table`s edge. As she does Ryanne grips the pseudo pillow to keep it under her head while Ry`s legs over Orianna’s shoulders. This provides decent comfort with a great view for more feasting. Thus, the kinky sensual birthday dinner continues with the appetizer before the main course of actual food. Hence, Orianna gets busy tucking five blueberries into Ryanne`s vaginal canal. Of course, they are easily squashed due to the heat and pressure but those berries go in to create blueberry nectar to dribble out. That brings Orianna `s tongue to be busy lapping it up as she breathes cool air upon wet pussy lips. In enjoying the pleasure Orianna flicks of her tongue to once more tease womanly lips into understanding that someone must orgasm again. And Ry needs to do it very soon.

Such a naughty thought that is soon to be a reality. It comes with Orianna`s two open palms resting on Ry`s vaginal mound as Orianna`s fingers tap the warm flesh that radiates of energy. It drives Ry crazy with arousal causing Orianna’s tongue to begin scooping out any berry fragments. In the pleasure of the sexual love giving Orianna remains focused on her tongue turning, twisting, scooping and teasing vaginal muscles into a tightness. Wild sensations fill Ryanne over and over as she rides into Orianna`s tongue with Orianna intensely enjoying the confines of the creamy swollen canal. Then Orianna diligently plays flicking and lapping at the muscles to bring out richer breathing from both women Ryanne as shows that she just needs more. She wants more and so Orianna brings two fingers to drift up the mid center of swollen lower lips. Such is followed with tracing through them thrice to then suddenly thrust hard within the canal making Ryanne take it deep and rough.

“Fuck me!” Ryanne loudly commands.

Happiness consumes Orianna with the onslaught coming hard and faster into that tight womanly hole. The firm pounding causes Ryanne to edge away from being snug against Orianna but she clamps her legs against Orianna’s backside as Orianna`s free hand slides under that ass nudging Ryanne to remain in place. They each maintain being solidly close having Orianna `s two fingers continue the throttling into the heated hole to build to the seventh orgasm. It continues into a mesmerizing rhythm with both women feeling a natural high over the energy shared. It`s almost otherworldly having Orianna falling more in love with Ryanne wild in feelings that she understands to be lust. But are they? Then as the heat and tension build then Orianna suddenly stops all movement.

”No!” Screams Ry, “More, more!” She demands within panting breaths.

It`s evident that another orgasm rise to want release and it can now come in waves of blissful creaminess. The wild sensations overwhelm the usually controlled Ry who is left in a living Hell waiting for more thrusting. Yet, Orianna tenderly totally removes her hand from Ry to merely trail fingertips up over Ry`s side. Then those very fingertips move over a flexing tummy as Orianna leisurely watches pussy lips throb of needing a release.

Instantly, Ry growls of being left to hold orgasm as she grips the table`s side edges to hold some control of the moment. The sweeping emotions come crashing wildly to have the moment hard on her for something is happening tonight within this losing of control over her own sexual release. True, a need of more exists but something else filling her with experiencing Orianna in control. It makes Ry barely thinking of anything but somehow the notion of ’what, how and where is my control of me.’ No control tonight when control is something that she is perfect at.

Yet, as Ry gasps Orianna`s open palm soothingly wander upward over tummy to feel the energy and power radiating from Ryanne. She feels it even more as that hand maneuvers through the valley of Ryanne firm round large breasts. Then she halts motions saying, ”You are so beautiful. I adore being your ‘pet’ and like giving you this gift. Happy birthday, my goddess.”

The reply is a breathless command, “Fuck me! Now!”

With such said one swift motion brings two fingers thrusting rapidly into Ry`s pussy as Orianna`s other hand clasps Ryanne`s left breast. Immediately nipples pop even harder within higher arousal. Orianna holds that breast feeling Ryanne`s heart thump wildly as they both take to pounding into creating orgasm number seven. It comes forcefully squirting over Orianna`s with Ry screaming. “Seven!”

Yet, they don’t stop the sharing for the rhythm is good. So good that it steadies at a high pace of tension, lust and powerful pushing. Pushing as Orianna throttles into Ry`s pussy in twisting fingers to tickle every muscle until eventually more erupts.

“Eight!” Roars out in passionate release causing Ry`s body to relax onto the wooden tabletop.

Orianna smiles of her accomplishment with beginning to lick up cum as she states in giddiness, ‘”Sweet appetizer, my goddess. May we enjoy the rest of the fruit for dessert? May we dance after? May I give you number nine just because it’s, it`s your birthday?”



2 comments:

ahmed kerdadou1 said...

Fantastic and beautiful content

K. M. L. said...

Beautifully Written

Superbly written -
You make us be in the mind and feelings of Ori and Ry -

Chapeau

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