Training session

Syl slept deeply in the small spare room of the council house, her body still aching in the best way from the night before. The thin duvet was tangled around her bare legs. She was naked underneath it. In her dream she was surrounded by men. Darren and three of his mates had her bent over the edge of a sofa, taking turns with her. One thick cock was buried deep in her pussy while another stretched her mouth. Hands gripped her hips, slapped her ass, and pulled her hair. She moaned around the cock in her throat, drooling, her eyes rolled back. Every thrust pushed her further into pure, mindless pleasure. She came hard in the dream, her body jerking as the men kept using her like the slag she had become.

Then the dream shifted. A warm weight pressed down on her chest. Soft skin. The scent of cheap perfume and cigarettes. Syl’s eyes fluttered open.

Charlotte was lying across her, face only inches away. She wore a black lace bra that barely covered her small tits and a matching thong that disappeared between the cheeks of her round, bubbly ass. Her pasty skin looked almost glowing in the dim morning light coming through the thin curtains. Charlotte’s eyes were soft and nervous, but there was something hungry in them too.

“I can’t get over that kiss, Syl,” Charlotte whispered. Her voice was quiet, almost shy. “I haven’t felt this way from a woman before. I’ve only ever been with lads. But when I kissed you… something clicked. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Syl stared up at her for a long moment. The old posh version of herself would have been shocked. The new Syl only felt a slow, dominant heat spreading through her body. She had already become the slut the girls wanted. Now she could take something for herself.

She reached up, slid her fingers into Charlotte’s hair, and pulled her down into a hard kiss.

Their lips met with a soft, wet sound. Charlotte made a small surprised noise in her throat, then melted into it. Syl took control immediately. She kissed her deep and slow at first, tasting the faint mint of toothpaste and the lingering smoke on Charlotte’s tongue. Then she pushed her tongue into Charlotte’s mouth, claiming it. Charlotte whimpered and opened for her, letting Syl dominate the kiss completely.

Syl rolled them so Charlotte was on her back. She pinned the smaller girl’s wrists above her head with one hand and kept kissing her, slow and deep, then harder, more demanding. Their tongues slid together. Spit gathered between their mouths. Charlotte’s breathing grew ragged. Her hips started to move against Syl’s thigh without her even realising it.

Syl broke the kiss just long enough to look down at her.

“You want this,” she said, her voice low and sure. “Say it.”

Charlotte’s cheeks flushed. “I want it. Fuck… I want you, Syl.”

Syl kissed her again, harder this time. She bit Charlotte’s lower lip, sucked on it, then forced her tongue back inside. Charlotte moaned into her mouth. Syl’s free hand slid down Charlotte’s side, over the lace of the bra, and squeezed one small breast. She pinched the nipple through the fabric until Charlotte arched and whimpered.

“Take the bra off,” Syl ordered.

Charlotte’s hands shook as she reached behind her back and unhooked it. The lace fell away, leaving her small, pale tits bare. Syl lowered her head and sucked one nipple into her mouth, hard. Charlotte cried out, her back arching off the mattress. Syl sucked and bit, leaving wet marks, then moved to the other nipple and did the same. She kept Charlotte’s wrists pinned the whole time.

When she finally released her, Charlotte was panting, eyes glassy.

“Please,” Charlotte whispered.

Syl sat up, straddling Charlotte’s waist. She looked down at the smaller girl with a slow, dominant smile.

“You’re going to be my little lesbian whore now,” she said. “Not just a chav. My whore. Understand?”

Charlotte nodded quickly. “Yes, Syl.”

Syl leaned down and kissed her again, slower this time, almost gentle, but still completely in control. She explored Charlotte’s mouth thoroughly, tasting every part of it, then pulled back and ordered her to take the thong off.

Charlotte slid the thin lace down her legs and kicked it away. She was already wet. Syl could see the shine on her pussy.

Syl pushed Charlotte’s thighs open and settled between them. She didn’t go straight for her clit. Instead she kissed the soft skin of Charlotte’s inner thighs, sucking and biting until red marks bloomed. Charlotte squirmed and moaned, her hands gripping the sheets.

“Please, Syl… please lick me.”

Syl looked up at her. “Beg properly.”

“Please lick my pussy,” Charlotte whispered, face burning. “I need it. I need your tongue. Please make me your whore.”

Syl finally lowered her mouth and licked a long, slow stripe up Charlotte’s slit. Charlotte cried out, hips jerking. Syl held her down and licked again, slower, tasting her thoroughly. She circled the swollen clit with the tip of her tongue, then sucked it gently between her lips. Charlotte’s thighs trembled. Syl kept her pinned and worked her with long, deliberate strokes, alternating between soft flicks and firm pressure.

Charlotte came hard, thighs clamping around Syl’s head, a broken moan tearing from her throat. Syl didn’t stop. She kept licking through the orgasm, forcing another one out of her until Charlotte was sobbing with overstimulation.

Only then did Syl climb up and straddle Charlotte’s face.

“Your turn,” she said. “Lick. Make me cum.”

Charlotte’s eyes were wide and glassy, but she obeyed immediately. Her tongue pressed against Syl’s soaked pussy, tentative at first, then more desperate. Syl ground down against her mouth, using her face, dominating her completely. She held Charlotte’s head in place and rode her tongue with slow, deliberate rolls of her hips.

“That’s it,” Syl murmured. “Good girl. You’re mine now. My little straight girl turned into a desperate lesbian whore just for me.”

Charlotte moaned into her pussy, the vibration making Syl’s stomach tighten. She came hard, grinding down harder, coating Charlotte’s face in her juices. Charlotte kept licking until Syl finally lifted off her.

They lay tangled together afterward, both breathing hard. Charlotte’s face was shiny and wet. She looked up at Syl with pure submission.

“I’m yours,” she whispered. “I don’t care that I used to only like lads. I want this. I want to be your whore.”

Syl stroked her hair, a slow, satisfied smile on her face.

“Good. Because you already are.”

Outside the thin walls of the spare room, the rest of the house was starting to wake up. Courtney’s laughter drifted from the kitchen. The smell of cigarettes and cheap coffee filled the air.

Syl pulled Charlotte closer, already thinking about how much further she could push her.