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“Lingerie Loving” Extract: Layla And Charlotte free porn video
Charlotte was a pretty, shy girl of about twenty: two years older than me. The older woman! I’d been entranced by her beauty since watching her win the hundred yard sprint on sports day. She had long, blonde hair, pale skin and willowy legs, but also incredibly large breasts. I only discovered this later – she had them strapped down when she was running. There were all sorts of rumours about Charlotte – that she wanted to be a boy, that she was having an affair with a local farmer, and so on. She took it all in her stride – she didn’t seem to care, which was part of her attraction.
I knew – or thought I knew – that Charlotte fancied me. I’d caught her looking over in the dining hall and in church. Once, after gym, I was taking a shower when I felt a pair of eyes watching me. I looked over and there she was, in the entrance to the shower, still wearing her hockey skirt and socks. As she watched me she peeled off her panties and I briefly saw her hairy bush but then she laughed and disappeared…
Anyway, I was determined that Charlotte would be the first to give me a tongue job, so I decided to get her interested. That year, the play called on the main part to play a powerful woman and for another girl to be her maid. I auditioned for the part of maid and got it: luckily, there weren’t many lines.
Nabbing the part meant that Charlotte and I had to rehearse in the evenings, sometimes in the theatre but sometimes in her room – she had her own room by then, or rather, she shared it with another girl who was always being flown home to Korea or somewhere so it was as good as her own room.
After a few rehearsals, Charlotte suggested we perform a full dress rehearsal in her room. I spent hours bathing, touching myself in anticipation, then choosing an outfit I hoped she’d like: a short purple dress, purple tights and court shoes. Her face when I knocked on her door was a picture. She opened the door wide and just stood there, open-mouthed. I suppose she’d only ever seen me in my gymslip before, not as a real woman.
I’ll never forget how she looked that first evening. She was already dressed for the rehearsal and wore a long, clingy black dress and very high heels. She’d done her hair in a bob and wore a lot of make-up. She looked much older than her years. Charlotte stood aside and I entered her room, lit by dim red light. There was a pleasant scent which she explained was incense. The room was small: two single beds a few feet apart and a tiny washroom and toilet. I noticed the toilet had no door: that meant every time she and her room-mate took a piss or a shit they could see each other. It seemed odd.
“Shall I change?” I asked at last, to break the uncomfortable silence.
“What – do you mean?” she stammered. I realised she was actually nervous! I mean I knew I looked alluring, but of course I was two years younger than her and in a way she was taking a risk simply by having me in her room. I smiled and held up my bag.
“Into my outfit. For our play?”
“Oh – oh, yes. But not yet. God, you look divine!” she gushed at last.
I pulled a strand of hair behind my ear, blushing.
“Not as pretty as you, Charlotte.”
“Rubbish, you’re much cuter. A girly girl.”
Charlotte switched on the bathroom light, so bright after the semi-gloom of the bedroom I squinted. She pulled me inside. I saw that in the wash room there was a full length mirror and we stood before it. She towered over me by at least six inches in her heels. Smiling, she wrapped her slender arm around my shoulder. I shuddered.
“We could be sisters,” she said. I smiled, shy.
“I don’t have any sisters.”
“Nor me. Would you like to be my little sister?”
“What about our play?”
“Oh yes,” she smirked, “Our play. Here.”
Leading me back to the bedroom Charlotte plucked a bag from beside her bed and threw it at me. I caught it and frowned.
“What’s this?”
“Your outfit, silly!”
“But I already have one. Sister Agatha-“
“Yes, I’m sure Sister Agatha made you a nice frumpy Victorian outfit made of hessian,” she snorted. “I want to see you in something more… sensual.”
“I don’t – know what you mean,” I stammered.
“Just go in the bedroom and change. I’m taking a shower.”
Confused, I took the bag she had thrown at me into the other room and emptied its contents on the bed. Inside I found some tasteful lingerie – white basque, stockings, see-through panties and heels – and a short pink PVC maids’ dress of a type you’d probably call “cosplay” nowadays. I couldn’t imagine myself standing on stage in front of a few hundred girls – not to mention all those nuns and parents, though not mine of course, in THAT, and went to tell Charlotte so, but she was already in the shower. I could hear water playing over her body. Shivering – it was rather cold – I undressed and put on the basque, which was jolly uncomfortable, and attempted to fasten the stockings. I sort of knew how – I used to watch mother dress for her dates – but it’s hard doing it for the first time, as you know only too well Lola, you little slut!
Once I had the basque, stockings and panties on I attempted to inspect myself in the mirror on the bedside table, but it was steamed up from Charlotte’s shower so I put on the pink maid’s outfit. It was tight, but I liked the way it clung to my hips and showed off my boobs, small as they then were. I wanted to know what Charlotte thought – for some reason that had become very important in that short time – so I went back toward the sound of water on her body.
I think I mentioned there wasn’t a door to the bathroom and now in the reflection in the bathroom mirror I saw Charlotte soaping her slender, naked body. She looked directly into my eyes as she soaped her breasts, which were huge, her nipples bulbous. Still looking at me she began to soap between her legs. Then, to my amazement, she took a safety razor and began to shave her bush. I watched, mesmerised. She didn’t have many hairs, so it didn’t take long. When she’d finished she played the shower head over her mons and I saw she was now as smooth as I was, her slit tight and pink.
She snapped her fingers: I snapped from my reverie.
“Hand me a towel, bitch!”
Timidly I looked around. I’d rather hoped she might compliment me on my appearance, rather than calling me a bitch, but there you were – or rather, there I was. I looked round in panic: there was no towel in the bathroom. She sighed, rolling her eyes upwards.
“Try the chest of drawers between the beds.”
“Okay.”
“Don’t you mean – yes mistress?” she snapped.
“Y-yes mistress,” I stammered.
She laughed, cruelly.
“I should make you curtsy like an obedient little bitch but I’m freezing. Hurry up!”
I stepped back and looked in the chest of drawers. Opening the top one I gasped. There, among some incredibly slutty lingerie and some lesbian magazines, was a selection of sex toys. I blushed and was about to shut the drawer when I felt Charlotte behind me, her naked wet mound pressing against my rear. Reaching round she held both my hands: she was much stronger than I was.
“Caught you!”
“I was just-“
“I know just what you were doing, you dirty bitch. Looking for jewellery. I should report you to the police sergeant!”
“N-no, I was just-“
“Just what? Looking through my underwear? Sniffing my dildos? Is that what you were doing? I bet you’d like to suck my juices off them wouldn’t you, bitch?”
“N-no miss, I swear!”
“Liar! I knew it when I first saw you in that shower. I knew then you were a dirty little lezzer. Couldn’t keep your eyes off my body, could you bitch?”
“I-“
I didn’t know what to say – deny it, implying she was unattractive? Or admit to my feelings of lust and have Charlotte make my life a misery? My head was a whirl. Was this all part of the game, or real? I stopped talking: so did she. I wished I could see her eyes. She whispered in my ear:
“Look down.”
I looked down, to see the lesbian magazine amid her stockings and knickers.
“Open it.”
I opened the magazine, gasping. I had never seen hardcore porn before. There were women and girls sucking nipples, fingering, tribbing, toying, using tongues on each other’s cunts and assholes. As I slowly turned the pages I noticed her wet mound rubbing harder against my ass. Then her hands slowly reached round and slid up over the PVC dress to my small firm breasts. I panted with lust. Her fingers pinched my little nipples, hard: I gasped.
“You like looking at lezzies don’t you, bitch?”
“Yes…” I finally admitted in a long, low groan, as if all my secrets were being drawn from me.
“Yes… me too. I love looking at the way their tongues get in each other’s twats and play on each other’s stiff little clitties. Have you ever had another girl lick your little clitty bitch?”
“No miss.”
“No. And have you ever stuck your tongue up another girl’s twat bitch?”
“Y-yes miss.”
“Yes, of course you have! I knew it the first time I saw you. You might look like a sweet girl but I knew right away you were craving my cunt. Isn’t that right bitch?”
“Yes miss.”
“Yes mistress.”
“Yes mistress.”
Roughly she span me around and looked into my eyes. Hers were fierce, and I tried to look demure and innocent though my heart pounded and my cunt was already soaking wet with anticipation. Then, unexpectedly, she leaned forward and planted a kiss on my lips so tender it was sisterly. She held me in her arms: she towered over me so much even barefoot that my cheek was crushed to her naked chest, those heavenly breasts...
This is an extract of “Lingerie Loving,” my first erotic novel, available now on Kindle.
I knew – or thought I knew – that Charlotte fancied me. I’d caught her looking over in the dining hall and in church. Once, after gym, I was taking a shower when I felt a pair of eyes watching me. I looked over and there she was, in the entrance to the shower, still wearing her hockey skirt and socks. As she watched me she peeled off her panties and I briefly saw her hairy bush but then she laughed and disappeared…
Anyway, I was determined that Charlotte would be the first to give me a tongue job, so I decided to get her interested. That year, the play called on the main part to play a powerful woman and for another girl to be her maid. I auditioned for the part of maid and got it: luckily, there weren’t many lines.
Nabbing the part meant that Charlotte and I had to rehearse in the evenings, sometimes in the theatre but sometimes in her room – she had her own room by then, or rather, she shared it with another girl who was always being flown home to Korea or somewhere so it was as good as her own room.
After a few rehearsals, Charlotte suggested we perform a full dress rehearsal in her room. I spent hours bathing, touching myself in anticipation, then choosing an outfit I hoped she’d like: a short purple dress, purple tights and court shoes. Her face when I knocked on her door was a picture. She opened the door wide and just stood there, open-mouthed. I suppose she’d only ever seen me in my gymslip before, not as a real woman.
I’ll never forget how she looked that first evening. She was already dressed for the rehearsal and wore a long, clingy black dress and very high heels. She’d done her hair in a bob and wore a lot of make-up. She looked much older than her years. Charlotte stood aside and I entered her room, lit by dim red light. There was a pleasant scent which she explained was incense. The room was small: two single beds a few feet apart and a tiny washroom and toilet. I noticed the toilet had no door: that meant every time she and her room-mate took a piss or a shit they could see each other. It seemed odd.
“Shall I change?” I asked at last, to break the uncomfortable silence.
“What – do you mean?” she stammered. I realised she was actually nervous! I mean I knew I looked alluring, but of course I was two years younger than her and in a way she was taking a risk simply by having me in her room. I smiled and held up my bag.
“Into my outfit. For our play?”
“Oh – oh, yes. But not yet. God, you look divine!” she gushed at last.
I pulled a strand of hair behind my ear, blushing.
“Not as pretty as you, Charlotte.”
“Rubbish, you’re much cuter. A girly girl.”
Charlotte switched on the bathroom light, so bright after the semi-gloom of the bedroom I squinted. She pulled me inside. I saw that in the wash room there was a full length mirror and we stood before it. She towered over me by at least six inches in her heels. Smiling, she wrapped her slender arm around my shoulder. I shuddered.
“We could be sisters,” she said. I smiled, shy.
“I don’t have any sisters.”
“Nor me. Would you like to be my little sister?”
“What about our play?”
“Oh yes,” she smirked, “Our play. Here.”
Leading me back to the bedroom Charlotte plucked a bag from beside her bed and threw it at me. I caught it and frowned.
“What’s this?”
“Your outfit, silly!”
“But I already have one. Sister Agatha-“
“Yes, I’m sure Sister Agatha made you a nice frumpy Victorian outfit made of hessian,” she snorted. “I want to see you in something more… sensual.”
“I don’t – know what you mean,” I stammered.
“Just go in the bedroom and change. I’m taking a shower.”
Confused, I took the bag she had thrown at me into the other room and emptied its contents on the bed. Inside I found some tasteful lingerie – white basque, stockings, see-through panties and heels – and a short pink PVC maids’ dress of a type you’d probably call “cosplay” nowadays. I couldn’t imagine myself standing on stage in front of a few hundred girls – not to mention all those nuns and parents, though not mine of course, in THAT, and went to tell Charlotte so, but she was already in the shower. I could hear water playing over her body. Shivering – it was rather cold – I undressed and put on the basque, which was jolly uncomfortable, and attempted to fasten the stockings. I sort of knew how – I used to watch mother dress for her dates – but it’s hard doing it for the first time, as you know only too well Lola, you little slut!
Once I had the basque, stockings and panties on I attempted to inspect myself in the mirror on the bedside table, but it was steamed up from Charlotte’s shower so I put on the pink maid’s outfit. It was tight, but I liked the way it clung to my hips and showed off my boobs, small as they then were. I wanted to know what Charlotte thought – for some reason that had become very important in that short time – so I went back toward the sound of water on her body.
I think I mentioned there wasn’t a door to the bathroom and now in the reflection in the bathroom mirror I saw Charlotte soaping her slender, naked body. She looked directly into my eyes as she soaped her breasts, which were huge, her nipples bulbous. Still looking at me she began to soap between her legs. Then, to my amazement, she took a safety razor and began to shave her bush. I watched, mesmerised. She didn’t have many hairs, so it didn’t take long. When she’d finished she played the shower head over her mons and I saw she was now as smooth as I was, her slit tight and pink.
She snapped her fingers: I snapped from my reverie.
“Hand me a towel, bitch!”
Timidly I looked around. I’d rather hoped she might compliment me on my appearance, rather than calling me a bitch, but there you were – or rather, there I was. I looked round in panic: there was no towel in the bathroom. She sighed, rolling her eyes upwards.
“Try the chest of drawers between the beds.”
“Okay.”
“Don’t you mean – yes mistress?” she snapped.
“Y-yes mistress,” I stammered.
She laughed, cruelly.
“I should make you curtsy like an obedient little bitch but I’m freezing. Hurry up!”
I stepped back and looked in the chest of drawers. Opening the top one I gasped. There, among some incredibly slutty lingerie and some lesbian magazines, was a selection of sex toys. I blushed and was about to shut the drawer when I felt Charlotte behind me, her naked wet mound pressing against my rear. Reaching round she held both my hands: she was much stronger than I was.
“Caught you!”
“I was just-“
“I know just what you were doing, you dirty bitch. Looking for jewellery. I should report you to the police sergeant!”
“N-no, I was just-“
“Just what? Looking through my underwear? Sniffing my dildos? Is that what you were doing? I bet you’d like to suck my juices off them wouldn’t you, bitch?”
“N-no miss, I swear!”
“Liar! I knew it when I first saw you in that shower. I knew then you were a dirty little lezzer. Couldn’t keep your eyes off my body, could you bitch?”
“I-“
I didn’t know what to say – deny it, implying she was unattractive? Or admit to my feelings of lust and have Charlotte make my life a misery? My head was a whirl. Was this all part of the game, or real? I stopped talking: so did she. I wished I could see her eyes. She whispered in my ear:
“Look down.”
I looked down, to see the lesbian magazine amid her stockings and knickers.
“Open it.”
I opened the magazine, gasping. I had never seen hardcore porn before. There were women and girls sucking nipples, fingering, tribbing, toying, using tongues on each other’s cunts and assholes. As I slowly turned the pages I noticed her wet mound rubbing harder against my ass. Then her hands slowly reached round and slid up over the PVC dress to my small firm breasts. I panted with lust. Her fingers pinched my little nipples, hard: I gasped.
“You like looking at lezzies don’t you, bitch?”
“Yes…” I finally admitted in a long, low groan, as if all my secrets were being drawn from me.
“Yes… me too. I love looking at the way their tongues get in each other’s twats and play on each other’s stiff little clitties. Have you ever had another girl lick your little clitty bitch?”
“No miss.”
“No. And have you ever stuck your tongue up another girl’s twat bitch?”
“Y-yes miss.”
“Yes, of course you have! I knew it the first time I saw you. You might look like a sweet girl but I knew right away you were craving my cunt. Isn’t that right bitch?”
“Yes miss.”
“Yes mistress.”
“Yes mistress.”
Roughly she span me around and looked into my eyes. Hers were fierce, and I tried to look demure and innocent though my heart pounded and my cunt was already soaking wet with anticipation. Then, unexpectedly, she leaned forward and planted a kiss on my lips so tender it was sisterly. She held me in her arms: she towered over me so much even barefoot that my cheek was crushed to her naked chest, those heavenly breasts...
This is an extract of “Lingerie Loving,” my first erotic novel, available now on Kindle.
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