Best Women's Erotica(45)

Damn.

“Keep going,” Lia said softly. “You look so pretty.”

What were they doing back? They were supposed to be at work! Lia took a step into the room, and I just stared. Was she going to say something snide, like always? Was she going to tell me that I wasn’t handling the vibrator correctly?

No, she sat on the edge of the bed and started to stroke my legs. I stared at her. Sure, she was beautiful. I’d always thought so. But the last few months had made her ugly in my mind. Such a know-it-all. And so bossy. Yet she wasn’t being bossy now, she was being helpful, her fingers running up and down my inner thighs.

“Why don’t you let Lia work the vibrator?”

That was Vincent. He was being helpful, too.

“I don’t think you should let her come yet,” Lia said, as if I’d agreed to something. As if we were all on the same page. “I think you should spank her first. She is wearing my skirt after all.”

My fingers clenched hard on the dildo. If the motorized toy had been human, it would have squealed in protest. Vincent smiled at me. “I think that’s a good idea,” he said and came toward the bed. Now was the time for me to flee. Now was the time for me to say, “Hell, no, you freaks. I don’t know what kind of a girl you think I am, but I’m not the kind who would willingly bend over her roommate’s lap and…”

Vincent had sat down in my desk chair. He was looking at me expectantly. Lia gently pried my fingers from around the vibrator and turned off the toy. They were both waiting for me. Meekly, I stood up and adjusted my panties, smoothed the wrinkles in the pleated skirt. I could still run. They wouldn’t expect that. I could turn on my heel and sprint down the hall to safety.

Vincent patted his lap. I walked to his side and lay down over his knees. He palmed my ass through the schoolgirl skirt and then gave me one practice spank. The fabric of my knickers and the plaid skirt muffled the sensation. He lifted the hem and then spanked me through my underwear. I continued to spin myself an imaginary story in which I told my roommates I wasn’t interested in playing naughty games with them, that I was perfectly happy in my loner lifestyle.

His hand came down harder, and I squealed. Damn, that hurt, but not as bad as the one that followed. When he started to pull my panties down, I squirmed on his lap.

“Don’t fight me,” he said, and his tone had gone menacing. “Things will go much harder for you if you do.”

Then my panties were down, and he was spanking me. For real. This is what a spanking felt like: pain and pain and more pain and the most undeniable sultry pleasure of all time. I had no idea anything could feel like this. The spanks stung, but my pussy responded in the craziest way. I could feel the pulse between my legs. Vincent seemed to understand, because after delivering a volley of blows, he let his fingertips probe between my pussy lips, and he came up with a wealth of wetness.

“Look at that, Lia,” he said, “she’s all drippy.”

Lia strode forward. “Can I taste?”

I assumed she was licking my juices off his fingers. But then he spread my thighs wide apart, and I felt her tongue directly on me. On my clit. I was undone. Lia’s sweet tongue made darting circles around my clit. Her face was thrust between my legs. I could not catch my breath. The sensation was overwhelming. My hot ass. Her darling tongue. Vincent’s hands stroking my hair. But before I could come, Vincent said, “Let’s move to the bed.”

He lifted me up and carried me—not to my bed but to his. Before I could say a word, he had me bound, as he’d had her bound. I was still wearing a T-shirt and that magic skirt. But before he tied my ankles, he pulled my panties all the way off.

“Do you want to let her come once?” he asked Lia. “Before I fuck her ass?”

No, no, no, no, no! my mind screamed. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, replied my body.

“Please,” Lia murmured. Then she was back between my thighs, suckling and nipping and licking until I could take no more.

“I’m going to…” I started.

“Of course, you are,” said Vincent. Lia didn’t move her mouth from me until the contractions subsided. And then Vincent took her place. I felt the lube. I felt his cock. I closed my eyes.

“Look at me,” Lia said. She was sitting in front of me now, stroking my curls from my forehead. “Stare at me while he fucks you.”

“It’s going to hurt.”

“It always does,” she agreed. “But then…”

And Vincent pressed forward. I could feel his cock stretching me open. I could feel the pain sear through me. Almost immediately, the pleasure followed, at being filled, at being taken, at having been punished.