Unicorn hunters

Linda smoothed the front of her yellow summer dress, fidgeting with the hem as her eyes swept across the restaurant. Candlelight flickered prettily on wine glasses, laughter bubbled at every table, and couples leaned into each other with the sort of easy intimacy that made her stomach knot.

And then there was Linda. Alone.

She straightened her back, **** on her brightest hostess smile, and sipped at her glass of house white. Her tits shifted under the cotton of her dress with the motion, nipples pressing faintly against the fabric. She felt radiant tonight, sun-kissed cheeks, glossy bob shining under the lights but still couldn’t shake the prickling heat of sitting by herself.

“Excuse me, darling?”

Linda jerked her head up, startled. At the next table sat a striking pair. The woman had a mane of fiery red hair and skin pale as milk, dusted with freckles that dipped teasingly down to the heavy swell of her tits, which threatened to spill free of her wrap dress. The man beside her was broad, shoulders filling his chair, his dark beard flecked with silver, glasses perched on his nose.

The woman smiled warmly. “You look far too lovely to be dining alone. Won’t you join us?”

Linda’s cheeks flamed. “Oh heavens, that’s terribly kind of you!” she gushed, scrambling up. Her skirt rode high as she dragged her chair over, flashing bare thigh. “I’m Linda.”

“Tammy,” the redhead said, squeezing her hand firmly. “And this is Graham.”

“A pleasure,” Graham said, voice deep and smooth, smiling around the rim of his glass.

Linda’s heart gave a silly flutter.

They ordered another bottle of wine, and before long Linda was chattering like an old friend. She babbled about her supermarket prize and how it was the first time she’d properly spoiled herself. Tammy and Graham listened attentively, sipping their glasses, eyes twinkling.

“You’ve got the funniest way of speaking,” Linda said suddenly, tipsy warmth rushing to her cheeks. “Like a peculiar lilt… are you both Canadian?”

Tammy laughed, freckles shifting with the motion. “Guilty as charged.”

“Well, I think it’s adorable,” Linda grinned, tipping her glass.

The wine loosened her more and more, until she was glowing with girlish excitement. That was when Tammy leaned closer, cleavage brushing the table, and murmured, “So, Linda… would you like to be our unicorn?”

Linda blinked, glass halfway to her lips. “Your… unicorn?” she repeated, baffled. “Goodness, I do like horses, but—”

Both Tammy and Graham laughed.

“You don’t need to understand,” Tammy said smoothly, resting a hand over Linda’s. “You just have to say yes.”

Linda’s belly fluttered. “Well, I suppose yes then, darling,” she giggled, not wanting to seem rude.

Tammy and Graham exchanged a delighted glance.

The meal ended in a blur of red wine and laughter. Tammy slipped an arm around Linda’s waist as they left, whispering, “Shall we show you something special?”

Soon Linda found herself in a dim corridor, standing before a leather-bound door.

“My word,” Linda breathed. “How dramatic.”

Tammy pushed it open. Inside, candlelight flickered over strange shapes, benches, padded crosses, leather straps dangling.

Linda’s heart jumped. “Is this… a massage room?”

Tammy didn’t answer. Instead she stepped close, cupped Linda’s face, and kissed her hard.

Linda squeaked, then melted, heart pounding as Tammy’s tongue pressed past her lips. She whimpered against Tammy’s mouth, knees weakening, tits crushing to the redhead’s chest.

When Tammy pulled away, Linda was panting.

“You’re delicious,” Tammy purred, hand sliding under Linda’s skirt. Her fingers found Linda’s freshly waxed pussy, smooth and bare, already damp. She raised a brow. “No knickers. Perfect.”

Linda giggled nervously. “Oh, heavens, I suppose I’m a silly goose…”

Tammy leaned to her ear. “What’s your safe word, darling?”

Linda blinked. “My what word?”

“Something you say if you want to stop.”

“Oh! Well… teapot then,” Linda blurted, giggling. “Such a silly word.”

Tammy smirked. “Teapot it is. Now, strip.”

Linda gasped, cheeks scarlet, but her fingers were already tugging the dress up. She slipped it off, left trembling in her bra and panties, then those too. Naked.

Tammy handed her a skimpy set of straps and mesh that barely covered her nipples, thong cutting between her arse cheeks. Linda wriggled into it, gasping. “Goodness, I look positively indecent!”

Graham stripped off too, thick cock hanging heavy, veins pulsing. Tammy had transformed into a vision of control, corset cinched, leather boots gleaming, whip in hand.

“On your knees,” she commanded. “Both of you.”

Linda squealed softly, tits bouncing as she dropped beside Graham.

From there, Tammy was merciless.

She had Graham lick Linda’s cunt until Linda was squealing, thighs trembling around his beard. Tammy spanked her bare arse until it stung, then kissed the hot flesh as Linda whimpered. She twisted Linda’s nipples hard while ordering her to stroke Graham’s cock, forcing Linda’s hands and mouth into filthy work until drool dripped down her chin.

“Such a pretty little slut,” Tammy murmured, slipping her gloved fingers into Linda’s dripping cunt, crooking them until Linda almost shrieked.

Linda babbled, words dissolving into cries. “Oh heavens! Oh goodness, please, ohhh—”

She crawled on all fours while Graham slammed into her from behind, his balls slapping her arse. Tammy gripped Linda’s hair, tugged her head back, and pressed her boots to Linda’s mouth. “Lick.”

Linda obeyed, moaning against the leather as she was pounded, drool smearing Tammy’s boots, cunt gushing.

The sting of the whip lashed across her arse and thighs, sharp enough to make her gasp. “Ohh heavens! Oh my stars—teap—teap—ohhh!” She almost choked the word, but Tammy caught her jaw, kissed her hard, swallowed the panic.

“Not yet, darling,” Tammy purred.

Linda melted again, gasping as Graham groaned pushing his cock deep into her. Tammy shoved her down, tits squashing against the leather bench,

He pulled out and Tammy pushed it between her breasts rubbing Linda's juices over her own skin, Graham could take no more and exploded over the fiery redhead.

Tammy pulled Linda up by her hair and pushed her mouth to her big freckled breasts.

“Clean me,” Tammy ordered after Graham spurted his cum across her tits.

Linda whimpered, tongue darting out, lapping the salty streaks. Tammy moaned, shoving her face deeper into her cleavage until Linda was smothered by tit and cum. She licked, slurped, whimpered, cheeks sticky, until every drop was gone.

When it was over, Linda collapsed to the floor, trembling, tits heaving in the straps, lips glazed and shining.

Tammy crouched, stroking her cheek. “Good girl.”

Linda giggled breathlessly, glowing with sweat. “Oh heavens… I do think I rather like being a unicorn… even if you Canadians have the silliest accents.”

Tammy and Graham laughed, pulling her between them, and Linda’s giggles bubbled louder.