Meanwhile in the closet

LANA

So tight.

So fucking tight.

The first fifteen minutes was just about finding a decent position.

Standing there, facing each other? The worst one.

Boobs touching boobs – No way.

Stiff nipples brushing against stiff nipples every few seconds, causing unnecessary jolts in our pussies, while we had to stare at each other's needy faces? Fuck that.

One crouching, one standing – Didn't work no matter the placements. Having Anna’s face that close to my pussy? No way. Having my face close to her pussy? And smelling her disgusting, gushing pheromones? No, no no.

Our backs to each other – Decent, but Anna was getting freakier and freakier about asses. She wouldn’t stop slowly rubbing hers against mine while in that position.

Our backs to each other, while the other one crouches – This would work for me, but I could never trust Anna’s face that close to my ass.

Both crouching – basically all the problems mentioned above.

So yeah. We ended up with our backs to each other, while I crouched.

Still… each time her stance slouched, her soft butt hit the back of my head.

And you really don’t want someone’s ass hitting the back of your head all day.

We didn't really speak.

There wasn’t that much to say anymore.

Not after the fuckup yesterday.

Not after… she had her way with me on Saturday.

…

Yet.

This closet was tight.

So fucking tight.

We could barely move an inch.

And I was so fucking turned on.

All of my efforts went to keeping my hand away from my pussy.

Even the goddamn ass against my head was starting to feel good.

My master… he knew what he was doing.

He knew I had somehow turned into a pervert, that got really, really horny in tight, closed spaces. All my life... I never would have guessed I'd be into something like that. But the helplessness... Being at his mercy... The... restrictions on my movement... It was pure pussyfuel.

And Anna... She just seemed to be turned on all hours of the day.

He wanted us to give in to the temptation. Again.

Allowing both of us to cum if we only…

Or… did he want us to fight it? To prove our loyalty to his cock alone?

No.

I was deliberately lying to myself.

I knew that look he gave us when he closed the closet door.

He wanted us to turn into an orgasming pile of female flesh inside this very, very limited space.

His own closeted fuck-show.

There actually was no reason to prolong this ****.

So…

Why wasn’t Anna making the first move?

Like she usually did?

I could hear her excited breathing as well.

I could smell her.

We both could smell... us.

The only thing we could do to ourselves now... was to turn sweatier and happier.

There was literally nothing else to do.

If she asked… I would feign disgust, and then eventually just give in.

She didn’t need to have some… illusions about me enjoying this.

The only problem was… Was that there were no strap-ons here this time.

We’d have to do this raw.

Somehow.

Then again, if I just closed my eyes and imagined that it was master fingering me and eating my pussy… It could work.

The fantasy wouldn’t work if it was me doing those things… to her.

And that’s when this could get really awkward.

But she was needy. She would agree to be the worker here.

Eventually.

…

But it would really, really help if she made the first move.

…

Ugh. Fine.

I couldn't wait anymore.

Luckily, I knew just how to get this thing going.

“My legs are going numb. I’ll stand, and you’ll crouch,” I said.

“O-Okay,” she agreed.

I knew I was leaving my ass in a very **** state. I didn’t even make her confirm that she would be crouching backwards to me.

But it didn’t matter.

I’d give it about five minutes until her face was buried back there.

Her tongue lapping up at my holes.

It didn't even matter which one.

But... Ten minutes passed.

Ten minutes… of nothingness.

I even slouched.

I pushed my ass closer and closer to her head.

All I got was the feeling of her hair.

The back of her head.

She wasn't even... facing my ass?

What the fuck?

I had to push my luck.

I wiggled against her head. That had to drive her crazy.

Nothing.

What had happened to this woman? Why was she so stoic all of a sudden?

Was this ****?

It wasn’t enough that I allowed her to plow my ass for one hour with that strap-on?

Fucking Hell…

Maybe… She was content enough with just being this close to my ass?

Maybe if I denied it from her, for, I don’t know, few hours…

Argh. That’s too long.

It was time to get past these games.

“You can… you know,” I said quietly.

“What?” she answered eagerly.

“If you really want to… You can lick it.”

She was quiet for a disturbingly long time.

“Let’s talk, Lana. Boobs to boobs.”

“Excuse me?”

“We need to talk. And we need to do it face to face. Or in this case, boobs to boobs.”

“What- What is there to talk about? You probably misheard me, but I’m giving you permission to dive into my ass. Blink and you’ll miss it.”

“E-Either way. I have to talk.”

“Ugh. Fine.”

We slid our trapped bodies until both of us had turned around and our tits slapped against each other’s.

She was staring me straight into my eyes.

“We… We don’t have to make this a powergame, you know.”

“What?”

“I know that’s what he likes. But… We don’t have to do things like that. Together.”

“I have no idea what you’re trying to say.”

She breathed in deep before continuing.

“What I’m saying… is that I think somewhere along the line, we got on the wrong foot. I’m just going to lay this out there: I think you’re really beautiful, Lana. Gorgeous, even. Each time I saw you in the office your beauty made me jealous, and I thought that any guy that eventually snatched you up would be really lucky. Not only that... I love the way you write. You have such a vivacious and humorous style, that's... just so you.”

This… This was getting awkward. And fast.

“But… here we are. And I’m being **** to enjoy your beauty. And we could do things in a mechanical or aggressive way, like we’ve done before… But I feel like each of those times… I can't catch your... essence.”

She was slowly stroking my hair now.

I wanted to take a step back… but here, it was impossible.

“I feel like… I’ve never gotten to truly enjoy the miracle of being with… a woman like you. I love beautiful things. In nature, in photography… But all I can ever do is enjoy them from a distance. This is like… This is like actually jumping inside one of my photographs and… getting intimate with it.”

She… She was…

“So what I’m trying to say… Is that if we really have to do this… We actually enjoy it this time? As a mutual, loving experience?”

“Anna… I’m not-“

“Yeah yeah you’re not a lesbian, you told me that a hundred times. I’m just saying… Try? For me? You might even like it.”

I thought about her words for a minute.

It wasn’t like she wasn’t objectively beautiful herself.

This could be just about beauty enjoying beauty.

Nothing but an aesthetic experience.

…that could be fun…

But way too fucking intimate for my tastes.

“I’d prefer if you just licked my pussy.”

She sighed, and looked sad.

Really sad.

Suddenly I felt bad.

Like I had just kicked a puppy or something.

"Sure," she said in a quiet voice and began lowering herself.

I stopped her before her head reached my stomach, and gestured her to get back up.

Was I really going to do this?

There might be no coming back from this.

But... She was looking so hopeful again.

I humbled myself and asked the question.

“What… exactly would you like to… do then?”

She smiled.

“Let’s… kiss.”

“Kiss?!”

“Yeah. Also... I want you to keep your eyes open… And never call me Jack or master.”

I swallowed.

“You’re here with me. In this closet with me. And you’re making love to me… Anna-Marie Depardieu, photographer for the Mirage magazine.”

Her face was inching closer.

“But- Are you-“

“Don't worry. I promise I will make you cum.”

Her lips locked with mine.

Her soft, tender lips.

The sort of lips that are meant for ravaging.

And as I felt her hand burrowing inside my pussy…

All my resistance melted away.

This was…

Full-fledged lesbianism.

I could imagine that Jack was watching this, or perhaps secretly recording it, and I was performing for his pleasure…

But that was a lie.

I was doing this for nobody but me.

Her masterful fingers played me like a fiddle, her hungry lips devoured mine….

Somewhere along the line my hand found her crotch as well.

Everything was so… sweet.

Lovely.

Soft.

…feminine.

That day, in that closet…

Something changed in me.

I was feeling less and less… encumbered.

Nothing mattered.

Only pleasure.

Human is just a pleasure-seeking animal. Everything else is a lie.

As the kiss finished… we eyed each other with deep hunger.

I had to taste her.

She had to taste me.

But the closet was too small to lie down and do the 69 thing.

So…

She had the crazy idea of grabbing one of the shelves…

…lifting her legs over my shoulder…

…and hanging upside down over my pussy.

While I held her up. And stared at her pussy.

It looked... unsettlingly delicious. Wet and delicious.

And we kissed again. This time our lips meeting lips of a different kind.

And the more I dove in… the more it was reciprocated.

Somehow she was even… Fingering my ass from that position.

A magical thing happened.

We came at the same time.

And it felt… so good.

Nothing mattered.

The euphoria of cumming was the only thing there was.

There was no idealism, no pride, no organized society with its archaic rules.

This feeling… was the only thing humanity truly chased.

And I was there already.

As we collapsed on the floor in a heap of orgasming pile of cunts, I thought I heard Anna mutter something about… love.

And then… nothing was simple anymore.