Nice and Slow

Lois whispered...and Maria, with a Cheshire-cat smile, complied.

The dildo was on its lowest setting. A mind-numbing burr of white noise as Maria ran the blunt tip around the outside of the handcuffed reporter's cunt. Lois stretched back and let her newfound lover go to work.

It had been a long time since Lois had this kind of—sexual freedom. A night off with another human being. Exploring and being explored. It took a lot for her to open herself up...to find someone she could let it all hang out with. Lois had never expected to find that here, on assignment, but...she couldn't say that she minded it, in all honesty.

There was something nice and simple about someone that just wanted to fuck her.

Lois bit her lower lip as Maria wiggled the head of the dildo into her pussy. She was taking her time with it, and Lois enjoyed just the sheer fullness of it, the head stretching her pussy just a little, and Maria beginning to fuck it in and out, in and out, slowly, a little deeper each time. Lois fingered the remote control for the vibrator, wondering if she should move it up into the next highest setting...

Self-control had always been an issue with her own sexual experiments. Lois knew where her proclivities lay—bigger, harder, stronger, faster. She didn't really have the patience for proper stretching and preparation, which is probably why she didn't spend the evenings impaled on horse-cock dildoes, or getting pounded to **** by sex machines. All that sort of thing was just the realm of sexual fantasy...day dreams which vanished when she sat at her laptop late at night, frigging herself gently with a glass of wine in one hand, watching someone else get their holes skewered. A small orgasm and she would be ready for bed, and the size queen moment would vanish.

Now...now Maria worked the heavy dildo in and out of her tunnel, an inch at a time. The queer dildo's stinger was still aching inches away from Lois' clit, and she wanted to know what it would feel like when that piece finally clicked on her joybuzzer. As much as she liked the sensation of slowly being filled now, a large part of Lois wanted Maria to just ram the thing into her...but then she saw the look on Maria's face, the terrific concentration there, and knew that the barmaid was getting off on this too...this slow but irresistible fucking, the strange thing pushing in and out, in and out, still only a few inches disappeared into Lois' cunt, but pushing ever and onward...

...and Lois was faced with the prospect that this could go on for hours. That Maria could take her, perhaps, to that realm of fantasy that Lois had ever briefly flirted with in her late night masturbation sessions. And the apprehension and impatience warred within her...