Bunny and the Slopes
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A Bunny To Play With Ch. 05 free porn video
The crowd in the club was all made up of girls! I traipsed dizzily behind Anne, looking around with wide eyes and letting her guide me towards one of the round cocktail tables, where we hopped onto bar stools.
She saw my surprised stares and giggled. ‘Took you long enough to notice.’
I pouted. ‘Everything’s happening so fast. How is a poor little country girl like me supposed to take it in all at once?’
I made a gesture of desperation, and Anne caught my hand in the air. She pulled it to her face and gave my palm a soft kiss. ‘Don’t you ever change, Bunnie.’
Right at that moment, a blond woman in a black mini dress came to our table, the tell-tale huge money purse identifying her as a waitress, and smiled sweetly at us. ‘Anything I can bring for you two lovebirds?’
‘A Gin Tonic for me please,’ Anne ordered while she caressed the back of my hand with her thumb, ‘but please make sure it’s not too heavy, I’ve still got to drive. And a Malibu Cherry for my little pet here.’
My cheeks went up in flames and I lowered my eyes.
The waitress raised an eyebrow and put down our order on her small pad, a small grin playing over her lips. She was tall and quite good looking, with a narrow face with high cheekbones and huge, silvery-grey eyes. ‘I think I’ve seen you around here,’ she addressed Anne, ‘but not your, ehm, pet. Anything symbolic about the cherry?’
My… girlfriend – I decided after a small mental discussion with myself that I could think about her in that term – let go of my hand and giggled again. ‘You could say that. Isn’t she just the sweetest little cherry, and I’ll not get started about cherries that have recently been plucked?’
‘Recently?’ Her question sounded a bit distracted. I could feel her eyes roam up and down my body. ‘That sounds intriguing. May I ask how recently?’
‘Last night, and today.’
I bit my lip and covered my mouth, my eyes wide, unable to believe that Anne was discussing our sexual life with a stranger! Though it only happened with innuendo, the facts were quite clear, and I looked down at the table.
‘Oh my. And she’s a shy one, too, really adorable.’ From the corner of my eyes, I watched her step closer to my girlfriend. ‘I wonder if you were gentle. After all, one could easily damage a cherry if one was too rough.’
‘Gentle?’ Anne chuckled, looking deeply into the waitress’ eyes. ‘If a cherry is ripe for the picking, I rather give her a good yank before the birds can catch her. Catch it, I mean. And it doesn’t hurt to soften the cherry up a bit so it simply melts in your mouth, don’t you think?’
‘Ah, I see.’
She stepped even closer to my Anne, and I thought their legs were touching. She was flirting with my girlfriend, and my girlfriend with her! A wave of jealousy took away my breath.
‘I like that kind of thinking. And I’m also quite fond of picking cherries. You wouldn’t mind sharing some time?’ Her hand was now softly trailing up Anne’s thigh, who even parted her legs slightly in invitation.
‘I don’t share lightly,’ my girlfriend replied with her eyelids half closed, ‘but I might make an exception for you. Do you want to have a taste?’
‘Mmhm,’ the waitress sighed, ‘that would probably make my day.’
‘Go ahead.’
I didn’t have time to react, even though my mind was quite aware of what was happening. My heart beat like mad, and then soft, cool fingers lifted my chin and the woman’s face was just an inch away from mine, her eyes filled with lust, her lips pursed and slightly parted. Her perfume, sweet and lemony, filled my nose.
Yesterday had been my first kiss with a girl, and now I was already about to experience another girl’s lips on mine. The thought hadn’t completely finished when it happened. At first I pressed my lips together and tried to resist. This was crazy, so far from everything I was used to. But the lips were relentless, nibbling and pushing, and then her hand came to rest on my thigh and slowly crawled upwards.
I couldn’t hold back a moan, and she quickly seized the opportunity and her moist tongue invaded my mouth and twirled around my own. Her fingertips encountered my bare pussy lips and she pulled away for a second to whisper, ‘Oh my, what naughty cherry you are!’ Then her mouth was back, even hungrier than before, and her other hand touched the back of my head and mashed our lips together.
Feelings tore into all directions inside me, the intensity and sensuousness of her touch warring with my inhibitions and embarrassment. Her fingers lightly stroked my pussy lips and I sighed into her open mouth, my body melting under her ministrations and almost sliding from the bar stool. She released me at that moment, leaving me with flaming cheeks and a heaving chest.
‘She tastes sweet,’ she purred, looking at Anne again, ‘and she’s so juicy. I’d love to do some plucking myself. By the way, I’m Kirsten.’
She held out her hand to Anne, who took it and pulled her close, looked deeply into her eyes and, after a few seconds, gave her a kiss of her own. The jealous beast inside my heart once more raged in frustration, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away. It looked incredibly sexy, my lover’s lips meeting Kirsten’s and both of them struggling for dominance, their hands instantly all over each other.
When they pulled apart, they were both flushed. They whispered to each other, too low for me to make out, giggling and chuckling as they did.
It’s strange, how you can feel immersed into a scene one moment and feel like a total outsider in the next. Maybe it’s just me who can switch between extremes this quickly, but that how it was right then.
Kirsten gave Anne a peck on the lips and was off, and I was alone with my girlfriend again – as alone as you can be in a club filled with people – and my brain tried to catch up with events.
‘That was fun!’ She really meant it, and the lightness in her voice helped me put a bit of perspective to everything. ‘She looks good, doesn’t she?’
I nodded, hesitantly. ‘She does, Mistress Summers.’
She froze for a moment, but then she grinned and her face seemed to glow. Too late I realized my slip-up. ‘I – uh – oh…’
That drew a giggle from her. ‘Don’t worry,’ she assured me, ‘nobody has heard that with the music blaring like that. I think it’s cute.’ She bit her lip and tilted her head, getting that mischievous look I knew so well, and that suddenly made my knees weak. She was about to say something, but she took her time. ‘You know, it would probably be nice if you kept that up tonight.’
‘You mean – ugh,’ I started to feel a bit dizzy. Granted, there would hardly be anyone around who knew me, but there was a difference between calling her my Mistress in the privacy of our flat and doing so in the middle of a crowded club. But her eyes were so hopeful, and something fluttered quite pleasantly in my chest at the thought. ‘Of course, if that is what you like, Mistress Summers.’
A hand reached around me from behind and placed a glass on the table, and a soft voice whispered into my ear, ‘How kinky!’
All color drained from my face, but then I realized that it had to be Kirsten, and that Anne had probably timed things so she would overhear me. Nevertheless, it worked as intended, and I felt a kind of exposure that no clothes could cover up.
‘There you are,’ she put down the Gin Tonic in front of Anne, ‘Gin Tonic, not too strong, and a nice sweet Malibu Cherry.’
‘Thanks,’ Anne chimed, and with a look at me added, ‘don’t you think you should thank the nice lady too, both for getting you your drink and that nice kiss, bunny-ears?’
There it was, my catchword, for the first time. And by the way she had put emphasis on the ‘nice lady’ she didn’t imply just a mumbled ‘Thank you.’
I took a deep breath and tried not to look into Kirsten’s eyes. ‘Thank you for bringing me my drink, Ma’am, and thank you very much for the swe
et kiss you gave me.’
Something flickered in her eyes, something dark, almost intimidating, but exciting. Yet, a moment later she grinned widely. ‘You’re welcome, little cherry. I’m sure you’ll find the opportunity to express your gratitude.’
Her line left me wondering, but I had little time to worry about it, because she was off again and Anne told me to take a sip and tell her how the drink tasted.
The sweetness that hit me when I took a sip through the straw almost made my taste buds cringe. ‘Yuck!’ I exclaimed. ‘My teeth are going to stick together!’ The aftertaste wasn’t unpleasant, though.
‘Come on, drink up,’ Anne urged, ‘I want to party!’
‘Please, give me some time, you know what booze does to me. It’ll go straight into my brain!’
‘But that’s the thought behind it, you could do with a little loosening up.’
Looking over and seeing that Anne had already finished her drink in one go, I gave a resigned sigh and sucked on the straw. The alcohol did hit my brain immediately, and I felt that sweet rush of lightness settle over me like a blanket, the moment I put down the glass. Yeah, I know I’m a lightweight, give me a glass of sparkling wine and I’ll be babbling nonsense in a minute.
‘Come on, let’s dance!’ I was pulled from the bar stool and onto the dance floor without being asked for my opinion. I didn’t consider myself much of a dancer, and when Anne had been able to drag me into a club before, I had always tried my best to keep on the sidelines and rather watch others.
Anne was all hyped up and immediately began wiggling and turning to the rhythm, which was quite fast paced and groovy, and she pulled me with her, spinning me around. I felt rather clumsy as I tried to mimic her movements and follow her directions, but when my body heated up, I soon forgot all about my reservations and started to enjoy it. The blinking of the lights made it hard to keep my bearings, and I felt a bit like floating in glittering colors. We were twirling and laughing and spinning each other around, immersed in a sea of people.
In a lucid moment, I became aware that all the spinning probably showed off a lot more of my legs than decent. Perhaps it was the knowledge that there were only females around, perhaps Anne had unlocked something in me that didn’t care about decency, but I didn’t experience the embarrassment I should have and, a week before, would have.
The music changed to a slow R&B number and Anne pulled me backwards to her, wrapped her arms around me and started to sway her hips. I followed her movement, feeling her pelvis rub pleasantly against my bum and her breasts brush teasingly against my back. She rested her chin on my shoulder, and I forgot all about the people around us, revelling in the closeness of her embrace.
A punkish girl danced up to us. She looked barely over eighteen and had the most outrageous haircut I had ever seen, shorn bald on the left side but long on top and the right side, her hair dyed fiery red with bright, yellow highlights and white tips. Her body, sans her arms, was sheathed in a skin-tight wrap of bright yellow, shiny latex. A kind of catsuit, I realized. Her feet were stuck in incredibly high platform boots in the same color, and all the buttons and seams were done in dark red. It looked like some kind of crazy space uniform. Her bare arms were covered with tattoos, too fine to make out anything in the dizzying lights. But the most glaring thing about her were her nipples and pussy lips, plainly recognizable under the thin layer of rubbery material.
‘Howdy Anne,’ she shouted over the throbbing music, ‘who’s this pretty flower in your arms staring at my pussy? I don’t think I’ve seen her around you before.’
‘That’s Bunnie, my roommate,’ Anne shouted back, never stopping our wiggling dance, ‘and my new pet.’
Thank god my skin was already hot from the dancing, so nobody would recognize the blush in my face.
‘She’s a cutie! You going to play with her too?’
‘Not today, but I might. I’ll give you a call if I do!’
‘That would be great!’
Suddenly, the yellow-red girl’s body was pressing against mine, and I stiffened. She was quite a bit taller than me in her heels, so her firm, round breasts were at my chin level. But she just gave Anne a quick peck on her lips and was already dancing away again.
‘What do you think?’ My girlfriend asked into my ear, ‘she’s quite the looker, isn’t she?’
‘Ehm, yeah,’ I had to agree, ‘but she seems a bit crazy, Mistress.’
That drew a chuckle from her. ‘Crazy isn’t enough of a word to describe her. I’ll have to bring you around to her place sometime soon, you’ll get a completely new definition of crazy then.’
‘I’m not sure…’
‘Oh, but I am.’ She picked up her dancing in earnest again, and I followed her lead, soon again losing myself in the moment.
After a bit of time, Anne’s hands started to roam over my frontside, and at first I didn’t really think about it, just rocking and twisting with her and enjoying the sensation of fingers brushing over my breasts and stomach and stroking my thighs. My movements got more passionate, the heat between my legs steadily rising. I got daring and sneaked my arms around my girlfriend’s sides, grabbing her firm buttocks.
A small, pleasurable shudder ran through my body. I had just crossed a line and touched her back. Holding my breath, fearing for a moment that she might admonish me, I was instead rewarded with teeth nibbling on the sensitive skin between my shoulders and neck. I arched my back and melted into her touch.
‘I want to make you come,’ she whispered, her breath tickling my ear, ‘right here on the dance floor, so that everyone can watch. Do you want me to?’
For a moment I thought about declining. Then a finger trailed over my pussy lip and lit up sparks, robbing me of all conscious thought. ‘Yes, yes please, Mistress!’ I gasped more than spoke the words.
The sparks intensified with each touch of her fingers.
‘Pull up your skirt!’
My heart almost stopped. Pull up my skirt and expose my pussy, right here, in the middle of the club? But my fingers were already busy, and a second later the air brushed against my moist labia. I didn’t dare to open my eyes, surely everyone would be staring at my lewd behaviour!
But all that thoughts were swept away when greedy fingers delved into my slick folds. My hips bucked and I couldn’t hold my desires back. Two digits slid into me at once, the other hand pulling apart my labia and showing off my pink secret to the world. I moaned and gyrated my hips, eager to impale myself deeper on the fingers, to feel more of that wonderful touch inside me. Other fingers twirled both of my nipples, and I bent my head back and started to tremble. A ball of fire was building up between my legs, yearning to be released.
Other fingers? My eyes flew open. The first thing I recognized was yellow-red, right in front of me, her arm extended and her fingers pinching my left nipple through the thin fabric of my top. To her side stood Kirsten, who was fondling my other breast with one hand and nestling with something on my top, right between my breasts, with the other. She was opening the buttons!
Then cool air hit my tits! But a moment later the fingers returned, now skin on skin, and pinched and pulled. Anne’s thumbnail flicked over my clit. Together with my momentary mortification, this was all that the spark the ball of heat between my legs needed, and I exploded in gasps and moans, my skin set ablaze by a powerful climax that stripped me of all strength. My knees buckled, and it was only the three girls’ hands that held me upright, their fingers clamping roughly around the parts of my body they had been fondling, intensifying and extending the waves of pleasure as they did so.
Gasping and trembling, I hung between them, as good as naked and covered with sweat and, in the case of my thighs, something else. Daring a loo
k around, I quickly lowered my eyes to the floor when the circle of girls that had formed around us started to clap.
‘Oh my god,’ I whispered, the enormity only now sinking in.
‘I think ‘goddess’ would be more appropriate,’ Anne giggled into my ear and almost undid my efforts to hold up my weight with my own legs by nibbling on my earlobe.
The other two girls’ fingers left my breasts, and I let myself be led from the dancefloor and into a secluded booth in the corner by my girlfriend, not caring about my bare boobies still showing, and not looking back if the two of them were following us. I plopped down on the comfy bench and sighed deeply, a mix of emotions playing havoc with my ability to think.
I was jostled to the side by yellow-red who was pulling at her latex suit. ‘Gosh, this thing is hot like a sauna.’
My girlfriend sat down on my other side and giggled. ‘Anyone could have told you that.’
‘I know,’ she sighed, ‘and it isn’t as if this is the first time I’m wearing it.’
‘So stop complaining!’
‘Hey, a girl needs to have something to complain about!’
‘Here, ladies!’ Kirsten also arrived, carrying three bottles of water and a small cola for herself.
I didn’t wait for the others and quickly snatched one for myself, gulping down the contents in one go. ‘Ouch,’ I groaned when my stomach rebelled against the onslaught of cold liquid, and I started to rub it furiously, but the pain quickly vanished and I felt instantly energized. ‘Oh yes, that’s good!’
That drew forth some giggling around me, which went even louder at me inquiring look.
‘Oh Bunnie!’ Anne mock sighed, the grin never completely leaving her lips. ‘Ouch, that’s good! If that aren’t the famous last words of a masochist, I don’t know!’
The girls around me dissolved into laughter while I blushed and felt torn between being embarrassed and joining in. There was, after all, some rather obvious truth to it, even if only my girlfriend was aware of it.
Kirsten was the first to sober up again. ‘So what have you two planned for the rest of the night?’
‘I’m not sure,’ Anne confessed, ‘the evening’s going in a totally different direction than I had planned. I was only going to tease Bunnie here for a bit, but when you showed up at our table, things went off on their own. Now I’m seriously considering an upgrade.’
‘Oh goodie, can I be there?’ Now that she didn’t have to shout, the yellow-red girl had a nice, melodic voice that fit the impression I had of her age.
‘Upgrade?’ I asked at the same time, not knowing what they were talking about, but remembering that Lucy had said something along those lines when we entered.
Anne put an arm around my shoulder and pulled me close to her, putting a small kiss on my forehead that made me smile. ‘You’ll find out soon enough. What about you, Kirsten, can you come downstairs too?’
I could see excitement in the waitress’ eyes. ‘Normally not, but we’re over-staffed anyway tonight, the other girls will be glad if I take off early.’
‘Good,’ my girlfriend declared, ‘how about we meet up in the lounge then?’
‘Okies! I can’t wait!’ Yellow-red proclaimed, and Kirsten excused herself and told us it would take about ten minutes for her to finish up and get changed.
‘Mistress Summers,’ I asked, and tried to sound respectful. ‘Can you tell me at least a bit about what this upgrade is about? I mean,’ I hastily added, ‘I don’t want to pry, but I think it’s something, uhm, sexual, but I’m a bit worried. It’s all so much.’
And it was much. Yesterday at this time I had been a normal college girl, dreaming of a handsome bloke – well, some kinky dreams mixed in, but who doesn’t have a few of those too – and letting myself get talked into a harebrained scheme to seduce said bloke. Then she had turned that scheme around on me and somehow made me her willing sex slave, given me the most intense orgasms I had ever had and exposed me to strangers on a dance floor. If that tempo kept up, I had no idea where this could end.
‘Oh Bunnie!’ she sighed again, studying my face for a few seconds, then she kissed me. With a deep and hungry kiss, one that made me swoon and took my breath away. Her lips were simply delicious on mine, and my tongue yielded to hers.
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