She's A Flasher Part Four ~ A taboo sex story from sex story sites.

Marie moved in, holding the flash, placing it on the table, pointing it at me. She flowed more than walked, a vision in darkness, and my eyes were lost to the camera. Fixed onto Marie's form as she glided towards the back of the couch, following her as she walked behind my head, lowering her face to within inches of mine, I felt my lips pucker and extend on my own. Her eyes, mere inches from my own held mine until head slid towards my body so that our mouths could intersect in this strange variant of a "69." Her mouth closed onto my lips, locking greedily. Her tongue slid out and my body and mind exploded in desire, my hands rising in lust to run up and down her so-smooth second skin. I felt the outlines of her shoulders and ran my fingers to her breasts, my red nails a strong contrast to the black material that encased her. My fingers traced her breasts, feeling the outlines of the aureoles and nipples as if they were naked and exposed. Her silver-edged fingers slid down my arms to my breasts, barely enclosed in the skimpy fabric, and I sighed. Our tongues intermingled and I was in heaven. I could have stayed that way forever, but apparently Lola had other plans that were not to be directly under our control. A second flash, timed to go off with the first one started firing, strobing, in time with words from that part of the room. Turning my eyes, Lola had shed her robe, her short form powerfully built, with large, full breasts, creamy skin and strong legs. Her eyes almost glowed green as they looked at Marie and my forms, intertwined in love and lust. Lola had other plans.

"Stand, Marie" Flash. "On your knees, both of you" Flash. "Turn to face me" Flash. She walked between us and stood. We turned to face her without thought.

"Lick my pussy, Marie" Flash. Marie's face dove forwards into her spread lips, her tongue working double time, of it's own subconscious, well trained, volition. "Lick my ass, Susan" Flash. My well done lipstick was gone, wiped unceremoniously on the tight cheeks of Lola's ass as my face buried itself to it's task. Letting my tongue wander, in and out, up and down, tasting only mana by Her commands. Unaware of anything but liquid desire to obey and the lust that comes from obeying Lola. Obeying the flash. Lola screamed, but did not command us to stop. She screamed several more times and then fell to the couch. "Stop. Stay still" Flash.

Marie became the most beautiful of statues. I was a distant second. We faced her, immobile, our chins glistening with our saliva, with Lola's juices, with each others saliva. We simply stayed, letting it dry or drip to the ground. Lola stood, walking behind us. I thought I heard her fastening something on to herself and then she walked back in front of us. "Marie, service me as you know I like it." Flash.

From my vantage point, about 18" away from the two, I had as good a view of what was to transpire as anyone could have. Still, I couldn't believe my eyes. Lola strode to Marie with a 9" long, black rubber strapon cock that almost glowed. It looked like a part of her, encased in the tight latex panties that supported it, arching proudly away from her body. She was thoroughly transformed. That one piece of rubber changed her from a soft, but toppish woman, to a butch, tough, aggressive, dominant. Her eyes glowed with power, her words set to the timing of the strobe carried all the authority they would need to get what she wanted, but her essence, her NEED, was embodied in that 9 inches of rubber. Marie's mouth opened automatically, her crimson lips parting to the "O" of subservience, and moments later the visible 9 inches was trimmed to 4, then 3. Marie's expert lips, perhaps trained on the real thing, perhaps on this impossibly aroused phallus, worked it. They closed and sucked, opened to let her tongue slip out and around the shaft, closed to allow her head to bob up and down, opened to let it slip out and rub against her face.

For her part, Lola was in heaven. It was as if the strapon was a part of her. She bucked and swayed with Marie's movements, with her actions, reacting to each lick, each change in pressure from Marie's mouth. Her ecstasy overcame her as she grabbed the fiery hair of the Goddess kneeling at her feet and forcefed the strapon into her face. Sliding the dildo in and out of her mouth with greater and greater speed, her screams reached a furious peak. At the last moment, her hand reached down and depressed a button on the latex holster. She screamed and came, writhing, as Marie's eyes bulged along with her cheeks.

"SWALLOW IT ALL!" Lola screamed in ecstasy, her head thrashing from side to side, her eyes closed, her hands holding Marie's face where the 9 inch rubber monster would create visable bulges in her throat. Flash.

Marie's surprise faded, her reflexes quelled, and she greedily swallowed her Mistresses projectile cum. Gulping and bobbing, letting nothing drip from her lips, she continued to suck and lick until Lola's exhausted voice said "Stop, Marie. Good job. Relax." Flash.

Marie let the fake cock out of her mouth with an audible POP, eliciting a final groan from Lola, who slumped back onto the couch. Marie's eyes were shining from Lola's praise, and she absently let her tongue play over her lips. I was still immobile and had been treated to one of the most erotic shows I'd ever seen. My pussy was dripping, and, ignoring the command to be still, was pulsing and throbbing in absolute, wanton lust. Lola was still sprawled on the couch, but was aware enough to be eyeing Marie and I for signs of life. She looked at me and said, "Talk, but don't move." Flash.

Suddenly, my mouth worked, and I groaned loudly. Lola smiled. "Yes, dear?" She asked, innocently, "Something on your mind?" "What...what was that? What's going on? Oh, God, that was hot." I managed, barely.

Lola grinned and put her foot on the coffee table. I noticed immediately the nail polish the same color as mine--jet black. She wiggled them in front of me and the words "feet are ugly" surfaced for a moment. A FLASH and then "Service them. You LOVE feet." came the voice.

My body was my own, but my mind was focused on one thing--Lola's beautiful feet. My mouth sank to them and started to worship them in the way that I imagined they deserved. Tongue intertwining with each toe, licking lovingly over each nail, cleaning, kissing, brushing them against my face, my lips...and then a voice came from the couch to float above my reverie.