Trading places

The Queen was fingering herself on the bed, eyes fixed on the two young sluts as she gave her next instruction

“Switch places. Hetero is nice but let’s see what you can really do.”

Rosa crawled over to the PM’s wife (her name was Sherry, she remembered from the news pieces that mentioned her) and began lapping at her already wet pussy, fresh from an orgasm yet ready for more.

The woman was in her late 40’s and full of energy. Rosa remembered meeting her for the first time a month ago at the grand opening of a Museum Of The Arts on their home world. How long ago that seemed. Sherry was wearing a modest red dress that went down to her toes and long sleeves, all covered in small bits of reflective material woven into the fabric that made her shimmer when the light caught it. Rosa had just been wearing a simple set of white robes, although they were much more formal than her usual attire. She remembered then how beautiful Sherry had looked, and inwardly smiled at how she now was thinking that again, just for a very different reason.

Sherry shuddered, Rosa’s tongue finishing her off for her second orgasm of the night. She then was surprised when Sherry grabbed Rosa’s head and pulled her up into a kiss. It was unexpected, yet not unwanted, and she let herself melt into the older woman’s embrace.