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They slept, awoke, ate a little, and slept again. It was morning when they finally awoke again.
"How long can you stay?" Laura asked her, realizing that last night's frenzied and lengthy bout of heated fucking had left them little time to really talk.
"Three days," Brandi smiled. "Or until one of us enters the hospital, whichever comes first," she teased. "I can't seem to get you to leave my poor sore little black pussy alone, pretty white lady."
Laura kissed her sensually, both of them warm and drowsy and naked under the sheets. "It makes me wet to hear you talk that way," she murmured. "Are you really sore?"
"Girl, I never have enough orgasms to count except when I'm with you. Last night I had thirty-one. My pussy feels like the army got to it. Maybe you should show me around San Francisco today instead of fucking me to death."
Laura smiled. Her own pussy was a little sore. "Okay," she said.
They spent a good part of the day touring the sights. But as soon as they got inside Laura's apartment, things quickly turned steamy again. Brandi had shot Laura a searing glance even as they were riding up in the elevator. And Laura knew what she was feeling.
They had not touched one another since that morning, and had taken extra care not to seem sexually involved during the day, since they drew a lot of attention anyway, both being drop-dead beautiful, and Brandi having such a spectacular body. But as soon as Laura closed and bolted the door, Brandi embraced her, eyes smoking, throbbing with sexual hunger.
"You're turning into a little tramp, aren't you," Laura teased.
"I want the rope," Brandi whispered, as if too ashamed to say it out loud.
The word shocked both of them, hanging there in the air like a threat. Laura didn't even smile. She kissed Brandi deeply, with slow, profound emotion.
"Deep down, I see, Ms. Olympia is a pervert," she whispered. "Why would you want to do that?"
Brandi stared deep into Laura's eyes. "Laura, every bit of my life is given over to being perfect. I have phenomenal self- discipline, and determination. I eat right, and train right, and behave very well to my husband, and my colleagues." She gulped, and looked away briefly, her eyes watering.
Laura kissed her cheek, but Brandi pulled back, not finished.
"When you tied me up, and... did that to me, I discovered a part of myself I didn't know was there. I realized that I could surrender completely... to you. I never have to anyone else." Now two big tears rolled down Brandi's cheeks. "It's so important to me. I flew out here," she gulped again, "to give myself to you. Please do it."
Laura smiled gently at her. "How could I refuse?"
"You will?"
Laura nodded. It was dangerous business, but both of them could feel the electricity in the air. Laura's mind was also quickly racing to Karen's goody bag, and the wild four-pronged dildo she and Karen had used at their last meeting. She knew how much it would enhance things, but it would be doubly awkward to ask Brandi to wait while she borrowed it, and to borrow it from Karen, who would want to know why.
"Do you suppose you could wait about a half hour, while I run a quick errand?" she asked Brandi.
Brandi's face fell. "I never thought I'd be this horny for another girl," she said ruefully.
"I won't take me long," Laura smiled. "And when I get back, you'll get what you came for."
"I came for more than that," Brandi said, seriously.
"I know. I mean... the surrender part. You know."
Brandi nodded. Laura slipped again into her coat and dashed downstairs to her car. She stopped at the corner convenience store to use the phone, not wanting to surprise Karen in the arms of one of her other lovers.
"I want to borrow something," she whispered into the phone.
"What?"
"The four dildo thingee."
"You slut," Karen said, jealousy mingled with mirth in her voice. "Who's the lucky girl? I hope you don't want to stick that thing into that poor little teenager with the beautiful ass."
"Just say yes or no."
"Only on one condition. Next time, you have to do me double hard. No, triple."
"Honey, I can't do you any harder than I already do."
"You have to try, all right?"
"All right."
She drove to Karen's apartment. Karen met her at the door, with the "dildo thingee" wrapped in a plastic grocery bag.
"Do you think your friend would object to a little... you know, third party fun? I'm free for another hour or two."
"Karen, what we have works precisely because we don't do that," Laura said. "You know that. We tried it, with Rina, with Chanitra. It complicates things."
"I know," Karen shrugged. "I'm just jealous."
Laura kissed her. "Next week. I promise. We'll pull out all the stops."
She realized, driving back to her apartment, that the encounter with Karen, coupled with her anticipation of what was about to happen in bed with Brandi, had made her sopping wet. Her panties were soaked with her own juices. God, who's the slut? she said to herself.
Brandi had taken a bath while she was gone and was dressed only in one of Laura's fluffy white bathrobes, looking wildly fetching. Because her body was so singular, one tended not to notice her beautiful face, but Laura's breath caught in her throat when she saw her.
"God, Brandi, you're beautiful, you're so beautiful," she said.
Brandi just smiled. "More than a few muscles, eh?"
"And you smell so good, and your skin is so soft and smooth. I want you. I want to eat you alive."
"Mmmmm, pretty white lady, I thought I'd die 'till you got back."
"Thirty-one orgasms yesterday, and not even one yet today, right? You're burning for it, right?"
"You turnin' me into a sex fiend, you little evil white bitch," Brandi smiled, after they kissed heatedly. "What's in the bag? Is that what your 'errand' was about?"
"You'll find out," Laura said, with mock smugness, beckoning her toward the bedroom. "That is, if you want to."
Brandi took a deep breath, and her eyes rolled up briefly under her eyelids as she tried to contain her obvious sexual excitement. "I want to," she breathed, following Laura.
Laura placed the bag on a chair and pulled the long rope from under the bed. Slowly, Brandi untied the sash of the bathrobe, looking at the rope coils dangling from Laura's hand. Brandi's sleek, gleaming, spectacularly muscled body came gradually into view as she removed the robe slowly for Laura's enjoyment.
"You're sure you want to do this?" Laura asked.
Brandi nodded. "I want you to take your clothes off too. In fact, I want to take them off."
Laura lay the coiled rope on the bed and submitted to being undressed by Brandi, who did it very slowly and sensually, kissing Laura's shoulders and back, caressing her body as she removed her bra, cupping Laura's breasts in her hands.
"They're so gorgeous," she murmured. "Mine were about this size once."
Laura was wildly excited, but she drew back. "We have another agenda," she reminded Brandi, who looked contrite.
"I know."
She sat on the bed while Laura looped the rope around her wrists and knotted it.
"Lie back," Laura said.
Obediently, Brandi stretched out on her back, hands over her head, while Laura tied her wrists to the upper right bedpost. Then she tied each of the girl's ankles to the two corners of the bedframe at the foot. Now Brandi was immobilized, and Laura could see the incipient terror in her eyes.
Her fantastic body was unnaturally stretched, her muscles bulging, her skin gleaming, her dark eyes throbbing. Laura, even though her own hot blood pounded with sharp lust, went very slowly, knowing how it would excite them both to the very limits of their need for each other.
She looped several coils of rope loosely under and over Brandi's body, but then stopped before tying up her small, hard breasts. She stopped to kiss them, and fondle them, and to caress the fantastic hard ridges of smooth muscle in Brandi's stomach.
"I can't believe you're actually letting me do this," she said. "Your body is so fantastic."
"Oh! Oh god... please!" Brandi whimpered, already aroused to a frantic state. "Ohhhhh... Laura!"
But Laura was not to be rushed. She moved her mouth back to Brandi's breasts, lavishing attention on each one, licking and sucking and pinching each swollen, bulging black nipple until Brandi moaned.
"I can't believe the way you love them," she panted, twisting, gulping for breath as Laura sucked each nipple deep into her warm, wet mouth. "Mike doesn't love them like you do."
"Mike is a fool," Laura breathed.
When both of Brandi's nipples were stiff and pointing and wet with her saliva, Laura began to wrap coils of rope around the girl's small breasts, bunching them up into hard little balls. Brandi's nipples protruded even more, popping and shiny. Laura was very careful not to make the rope too tight, not to cut off the sensation. She kept teasing Brandi's succulent nipples with her tongue to make sure Brandi could still feel it.
"Unh! Oh! Unhh!" Brandi panted, writhing and mewling softly, her gorgeous strong body flexing under Laura's clever mouth and hands.
"You want to come, don't you, darling," Laura purred to her. "But you're not going to come for a long time, I can promise you that. Not for a long time."
"Ohhhhhh!" Brandi moaned, looking down as Laura continued to wrap her splendid body in coils of rope.
Laura crisscrossed the rope behind Brandi's back and crossed it over her rippling stomach, looping it tightly several times around her narrow waist, then drew the strands down through Brandi's crotch. Now she spent a long time lovingly tying each superlative strong glossy thigh, the thighs that had made her die of coming, the thighs Brandi used to fuck her, Laura, into wild paroxysms of unspeakable bliss.
She kissed them and stroked them and pulled the rope tight, hearing Brandi gasp, feeling her quiver.
"I love these thighs," she murmured, kissing each one. "I love you to fuck me with these thighs."
"Oh god!" Brandi sighed, her body flexing and twisting. "Oh god! Hurry... oh Laura, you're so mean. Hurry. Do it to me, please! Ohhhh... please!"
But Laura would not be rushed. There was plenty of rope, and she wrapped Brandi's incredible thighs tightly in it, watching the muscles and the glossy black skin bulging throught the tight strands. She kissed the exposed parts, bringing her mouth closer and closer to Brandi's puffy, glistening, black-lipped pussy, which was swollen and distended from being squeezed on each side by strands of rope.
"Oh what a beautiful pussy," she said to Brandi, touching it with her fingers, admiring its perfect shape. "You could win a prize for this too, you know."
"And you could win one for Top Torturer," Brandi gasped, squirming as Laura began to lick her cuntlips. "Unh! Oh! Oh god... Laura! Unhhh!"
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