Solace in Elle's arms

Of course I neither fell nor floated up but Elle had liberated my body from its bonds through snap releases and thrown me over her shoulder. All tension had flown from my body and practically motionless she lay me down on a bed. Her warmth left me and I lay back dazed as he affaired herself with something. Then the light was obscured again as she slid over me - her muscular thighs forcing mine apart - her corset covered breasts brushing over mine and her face back lit by a halo of light towered above my face. The image recalled the traumatic event I had hidden but strangely unlike countless other times I felt no panic, Elle's locks slid down to caress my face and she kissed me gently on the lips. I longed to lean into it but she drew away.

"'Euh un' "she tut-tutted. "Little languorous lezzies are at the mercy of their feminine lovers."

Her arms slid under my shoulders grasping me our breasts separated only her hard corset and my soft chiffon pressed to each other. Her scent enveloped me and I inhaled deeply - this was so different from the men that fucked me. My hips bucked but she pulled back not before my pussy lips brushed over the tip of a hard strap-on dildo. The casual touch was welcomed by my soft core but my eyes flew wider and I saw her greedy smile.

"You know what they say, lesbians procreate by seduction. Now beg me to mount you, to show you who is boss in this relationship, that you long to be a little lezzie at my beck and call if only your phantoms could be dispelled and your orgasm enjoyed?"

"I need this - I don't know why but I need this - I sense, I know - this has something to do about why I love prostituting myself. I am not a lesbian - was not lesbian or bi - but now giving myself to you I am prostituting even my own character. Seduce me - make me your licking lezzie. ... Please."

It was different than with the men - but it also was not. I gave Elle what she wanted just like the men but still... My wandering mind was brought back by Elle's voice.

"Pull your legs up an hold them open."

I obeyed realising that was exactly what I had done when...

"I know." she said before crushing me in a kiss - her hips nestling the slicked head of her faux-penis between my lips. Groaning as she teased me gradually inserting it and withdrawing it - pushing a little further each time. She arched her hips so that my clit would be pressed between down and stimulated enough to rouse me but not to make me finish. My arms and legs wrapped around her - trying to draw her into me. She was too strong and eventually I had to let go and allow myself to be fucked at her pace.

In between frantic kisses, tears still running down my face from joy, pain, emotion? I wasn't sure. "You know I am so shamed he made me... you know when he."

"I know little lezzie and so will I, just like him and that will banish him from your mind forever. Let me rape you into my being my own little creature."
My mind was penetrated as deeply as she was now plowing my pussy - things became for lack of a better word a blur. When my orgasm hit it was so strong it was painful and I couldn't stop, wave after wave, it became too much and I tried to push Elle off but she bore me down. She fucked me until she was satisfied it was enough and then gently let me down. Popping down beside me I nestled in the crook of her arm - breathless - happy and safe freed from fear except....

Nestling against her corseted breast, my arm around her waist, I felt hers - but it was freely given by me. So I gave her my last fear.

"A teacher of my school came here - we fucked -he paid me - I liked it - I am afraid.... Afraid the news will get round and he will come here."

"When he does you will fuck him and make him pay for the privilege. You are a whore. It is what you do. He is just another man now and cannot harm you."

I opened my mouth to respond and then closed it, she was right I was a whore and he was just another John - we really should have been talking about Kyra Dubrow but Elle had drawn out my own hang-ups. Blushing at my failure to stay on point - I just relaxed against Elle's body - the smell of sex was strong and emanated from the thrusting ever erect strap-on she wore.