{ASS}AnnD"Masks"MF,FF(3/4)
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by Ann Douglas
(ann_d...@hotmail.com)
Part Three
Taylor, still holding Sanura’s hand,
followed her out of the ballroom and into a small
empty office. On the door hung a cardboard
nameplate that read Sanura Jackson, Membership
Committee.
Soon as the door closed behind them,
Sanura turned and pushed Taylor against the wall.
Then she threw her own body against Taylor’s,
their lips meeting in a violent collision.
Taken by surprise, Taylor opened her
mouth to protest, only to have it filled with
Sanura’s tongue. She could feel the blue garbed
woman’s hands on her breasts, squeezing them
and massaging her nipples.
“God, you are beautiful.” Sanura said as
she pressed their lips together once more.
“What am I doing?” Taylor’s mind
screamed. “What the hell am I doing?”
Sanura never gave her time to answer that
question as she pulled open the top of Taylor’s
costume, causing her breasts to fall free. The
ebony-skinned woman wasted no time in lifting a
rounded globe in each hand and guiding them one
at a time to her mouth.
Taylor gasped as she felt Sanura’s lips
close around her nipple. The sensation was more
than electric, especially when the woman in blue
went to work on the tiny tips with her tongue. No
guy had ever felt this nice.
Back and forth Sanura moved, from breast
to breast, leaving a wet trail as she moved her
tongue and lips across Taylor’s chest. It felt so
good that Taylor was no longer wondering what
she was doing. Right now all she wanted to do
was go with the flow.
“Oh baby, you have such nice tits.” Sanura
said as she kissed them one last time.
Taylor was still backed against the wall as
she felt the black girl’s tongue again slide into her
mouth. This time she eagerly sucked it deeply,
giving as good as she got. Going with the flow,
she reached out and pressed her hands against
Sanura’s breasts, feeling the fullness under her
blouse.
Sanura reached down and undid what was
left of the buttons on her shirt, releasing her own
larger mounds. Her skin was a creamy mahogany,
her nipples wide and dark. Breaking their kiss,
she lifted her left breast to Taylor’s mouth.
“Suck on this, sugar.” Sanura said as she
grabbed Taylor’s head and pulled her mouth to
her thick nipple.
Taylor never imagined that one day she’d
be sucking on another woman’s breast, but now
that she was, she was determine to do her best.
She knew how she liked her own nipples sucked
and she used that as a guide. That and Sanura’s
encouragement were enough for her to do a pretty
good job if it.
“Yeah baby, that’s it.” Sanura moaned as
she ran her hand through Taylor’s hair. “Use your
teeth on it. Make it good and hard.”
And hard they got as Taylor worked with
abandon on the mixture of soft and hard flesh.
Sanura grabbed her head and shifted her mouth to
her other breast. This time Taylor improved on
her technique. If nothing else, she had always
been a fast learner.
Sanura pulled Taylor’s face upward as
they locked lips one last time in a deep hungry
kiss. She wrapped her hands around Taylor’s
neck, pulling her close so that the tips of their
breasts rubbed against each other.
“I have a surprise for you.” Sanura said
with a wicked grin.
From her uniform belt, the policewoman
produced a small black plastic baton. It was an
inch thick and ten inches long. She slid it between
Taylor’s legs and up against her wet cunt.
“Ooooo” Taylor purred as she felt the
hard stick rub her clit.
“It gets better.” Sanura laughed softly as
she worked the tip of her baton up against the
opening of Taylor’s pussy.
“OOOOO” Taylor sighed even louder as
it moved inside her.
“Like it, baby?” she asked as she eased it
up inside of the devil.
Continuing to press her body against
Taylor’s, sharing the erotic charge passing
through her, the darker woman began to slide the
baton in and out of her like a cock.
“Tell me, baby,” she said into her ear as
she worked the truncheon in and out as fast as she
could, continuing to kiss and massaged Taylor’s
body with her tongue and free hand as well. “Tell
me how much you love, tell me how good it
makes you feel!”
“Oh yes,” Taylor panted. “Oh yes, I love
it. I fucking love it. It feels so good, so good!”
“And you’re going to come for me baby,
aren’t you?” she went on, driving the black rod at
such a pace that it was almost a blur. “You’re
going to creme all over my big black stick, aren’t
you?”
“Oh God, “ Taylor called out, “Oh Dear
God!”
She couldn’t believe how good this piece
of plastic felt inside of her. In Sanura’s hands it
was driving her crazier than George’s cock. And
her mouth. What this woman was doing to her
with her mouth and tongue. If she kept this up,
Taylor was going to come in a few minutes, and
come hard. Very hard.
Of course Sanura had no intention of
stopping, or even slowing down. If anything, she
managed to put just a little more into her efforts.
From deep inside, from a place Taylor had only
managed to tap so very few times, a fireball of
passion exploded and saturated her body.
“AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!” Taylor
screamed at the top of her lungs. Normally not
the type who vocalized an orgasm, this time she
let out with a scream that could be heard all the
way back in the Ballroom.
Sanura held on to the quaking body in her
arms even harder, sharing the heat of her climax.
She kissed her as hard as she could, muffling her
cry. At the same time she drove her hand held
cock inside Taylor one last time.
“Oh God, that was intense.” Taylor said
in an unsteady voice as she leaned back against
the wall for support.
After Sanura had let go of her, the
younger woman’s legs felt so rubbery that she
thought she was going to collapse on the floor. It
took a few minutes before she could even manage
those few words.
The policewoman stood a few feet in front
of her, the tip of the baton in her hand now shiny
with her sweet wine. When she was sure she had
Taylor’s attention, Sanura brought the baton to
her mouth and slid it inside. Whirling her tongue
around it, she licked and sucked it clean.
“Mmmm,” she said as she washed the last
of Taylor’s juices from her toy. “That is a lot
better than trick or treating for candy.”
The girl in the devil suit laughed at the bad
joke. She could already feel her strength coming
back. With her lips still stained by the last drops
of devilish nectar, Sanura kissed her once more.
“I hope you enjoyed that, Taylor.” Sanura
said as she ended the kiss and took step back
away from the semi-captive girl. “I know I did.”
“Oh yes, I most certainly did.” she replied,
exhaling deeply as she leaned back against the
wall, her eyes tightly closed. “I most certainly
did.”
She stood there for a few long moments,
allowing her body to relax and enjoy the warm
feeling from their brief encounter. Suddenly her
eyes snapped open and a pale shadow covered her
face.
“What did you call me?” she gasped.
“Taylor...” Sanura said, her arms folded
over her naked breasts. “As in Taylor Stuart, of
532 Willow Terrace.”
“There must be some mistake,” Taylor
said, a sense of panic in her voice. “My name is
Kathleen Foster. I ...”
“Kathleen Foster is currently resting at
Saint Mary’s Hospital following a seizure
yesterday afternoon.” Sanura said, the tone of her
voice shifting into what she liked to think of as
cop mode. “Kathleen’s doctor is a member of the
Foundation. In fact she was the sponsor for her
membership. I happened to run into her right
after I left you at the elevator. She mentioned it
was a shame that Kathleen was in the hospital and
couldn’t make the Ball.”
Taylor’s heart was racing like a
greyhound. She couldn’t believe this was all
falling apart. Would they call the police on her?
“While you were sleeping I used a passkey
to go into your room and checked your wallet.”
the security specialist continued. “I decided to
play along and see what your game was. What
are you, a reporter or something? Did you get
the story you wanted? All about the dyke ball?
I’ve come across your type before.”
For a second, all Taylor could think about
was that Sanura had been in her room while she
laid almost naked on the bed. Then, considering
what they had been doing these last few minutes,
having been naked seemed superfluous.
“I have to say one thing surprised me.”
Sanura concluded. “That you went as far as you
did. I really expected you to run the minute I
pushed you against the wall and started tearing at
your clothes. I can only figure you must be into
girls as well. Either that or you’re one of those
types that will do anything for a story. More’s
the pity cause I wasn’t lying when I said that you
really turned me on. I guess that’s why I got
carried away as well.”
“Oh God,” Taylor cried, tears running
down her face. “You’ve got me all wrong.”
Sanura’s facial expression remained
unchanged. She didn’t seem impressed in the
least at Taylor’s tears.
“I’m not a reporter,” Taylor said, trying
to regain her calm. “I’m a beautician. I work at
the Salon where Kathleen gets her hair done.”
Taylor’s admission finally seemed to catch
Sanura’s interest. Her stern expression seemed to
soften just a little.
“Dr. Kincaid said that Kathleen had her
attack at a beauty salon.” Sanura remarked.
“And that some girl there probably saved her life
by keeping her from choking and getting the
paramedics as fast as she did.”
“That was me,” Taylor said, unable to
stop her crying. “She was in my chair when she
had the attack. Later on I found the envelope
with the tickets and everything on the floor. It
must’ve fallen out of her purse. For Christ’s sake
I thought this was some kind of singles party. I
mean one with guys!”
“I guess I owe you an apology then.”
Sanura said in a more personal tone. “I can’t say I
really approve of what you did but I can see now
that you did it without any kind of malice.”
“I mean I almost went into shock when I
realized where I was. That all that were here were
girls.” Taylor said, finally bringing her emotions
under control. “I mean I’ve never, ever been
anywhere like this. And I’ve absolutely never
done anything like we just did before!” ”
“You mean you’ve never been with a
woman before?” Sanura asked in astonishment,
unable to believe the girl she was going hot and
heavy with ten minutes ago was a virgin.
“I swear to God, the first girl I ever kissed,
you know like a real kiss, was that woman I was
dancing with just before you.”
“But why didn’t you just leave when you
realized the kind of party you were at?” Sanura
asked out of curiosity.
“I don’t know, I can’t really explain it.”
Taylor said. “I guess it would be easy to say it
was just curiosity run amuck, but it was more than
that. It was as if I really was Kathleen, doing the
things that I imagined she would do.”
“As if you really were the woman behind
the mask.” Sanura mused.
“Exactly. I know it sounds crazy.”
“Maybe not so crazy.” said Sanura.
“Sometimes being someone else, even just for a
night can be very liberating.”
For the first time since she heard Sanura
say her real name, Taylor smiled.
“Since you’re not the lying slut I thought
you were at first, you might like to know that
Kathleen’s Doctor told me that she’d going to be
fine. They’re going to release her Monday
morning.”
“Did they find out what happened to her?”
Taylor asked.
“It seems Kathleen’s suffered from some
kind of chemical imbalance most of her life.
Normally, she keeps it pretty much under control
with some medication. She told the Doctors at
the Hospital that she simply forgot to renew her
prescription and figured she’d be okay until she
could get around to it. If not for you, it might’ve
been a fatal mistake.”
“I’m so glad she’s okay.” Taylor said, the
relief in her voice evident.
“So I guess you’ll be leaving now,”
Sanura said, a slight touch of disappointment in
her voice.
“I guess so,” Taylor said. “I mean I’m
just some girl who works in a beauty salon. I
don’t really belong out there with all those
important women. I mean aren’t they all doctors,
lawyers and such.”
“Sugar, there are also girls out there who
are waitresses and librarians.” the older woman
laughed. “It’s not about money or position, at
least not on a basic level. It’s more about women
being able to get together with others who share
certain interests. They’re not all lesbians either,
although I am. At least half the women out there
are bi, and half of those are married as well.”
“I never would’ve imagined that.” Taylor
said, truly surprised. “Then does that mean I could
stay, even if I did sort of sneak in.”
“Well if it were up to me, of course you
could stay.” Sanura said with a bit of regret in her
voice. “But there are some women out there that
might object. I guess every group has its militant
members. And after all, you don’t really fit the
membership requirements.”
“What are they?” Taylor asked out of
curiosity.
“Well, somewhat crudely put, they take
the position that if you don’t eat the pussy you
ain’t a sister.”
“Oh..” Taylor said as she rearranged her
costume top to cover her breasts. “Then I guess I
better go up and get my stuff out of my room.”
“Honey, I’m only kidding.” Sanura
laughed. “You deserved something for the stunt
you pulled. I’m the head of the membership
committee. I can invite anyone I want to one of
these parties. And right now I’m inviting one
Taylor Stuart.”
“Oh I could kiss you!” Taylor gushed.
“So why don’t you.” Sanura laughed.
So Taylor did, again and again and again.
More than a few minutes later, after they
had composed themselves enough to reappear in
public, Taylor and Sanura walked arm in arm back
into the ballroom. One of the women who had
known why they’d left happened to be sitting right
by the door on Taylor’s right. She pointed to the
cop and devil and whispered something to the
woman in the prison outfit she was sitting with.
Taylor waited until she was right next to
the women at the table and then flashed her one of
her best ‘and it was good’ smiles.
Sanura led Taylor back onto the dance
floor, after all this was a Ball. As they danced,
Sanura couldn’t help but notice that Taylor
couldn’t stop grinning.
“And what’s that all about?” she asked in
reference to the grin as they whirled about the
floor.
“Oh I was just thinking about what you
said back there. About the women who said if
you aren’t eating the pussy, you aren’t really a
sister.”
“But I told you that was a joke.” Sanura
insisted.
“Maybe, maybe so,” Taylor said as they
moved. “But just in case, maybe after the Ball is
over, you can show me how it’s done.”
END
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> Masks
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