Denise looked down at the now snoring Thompson and, deciding he wasn't going to be any mon fun for a while, she rolled over on to her back and gazed at Duke. The black stud was peacefully resting with his back against the wall.
He said, "Sorry, but you've done me in for at least another ten minutes."
Denise's eyes lingered on the man's huge dong. Even soft, it was a monster of a cock. She wished that she could have it shoved up her twat, that she could have savored it like she had Thompson's. His dong was just too good to go to waste.
She'd take that big black fuck stick up her cunt anytime – and she'd even do it for nothing! That was a lousy attitude for a would be whore, but Denise didn't care. After all, pleasure had to mean something in any job.
As Denise was wondering what to do to still the itching in her cunt for more cock, a soft voice inquired, "Are you busy?"
Denise turned to see the redhead with the big knockers come up to her. The other woman dropped to her knees, the flaming red thatch of her pussy brazenly exposed as she knelt. In some way that Denise did not fully understand, seeing the other woman naked and exposed as she was did something to her.
Denise actually found herself sexually wanting another woman!
She shivered at how kinky that was. She wasn't a lesbian. Why should she want to make love to another woman?
Still, however, a single thought lingered in her mind. Did this woman's cunt juice taste anything like the faint traces of her own pussy oil that had lingered on Thompson's cock after their fuck in the shower? Would it be as tasty?
"Hi. My name's Wendy. What's yours?"
"Denise." The brunette felt the black man's eyes fastened on her, examining her like a bug under a microscope as he took in every word of the conversation.
Wendy said, "I sort of ran through the guys that were playing with me. I see you did the same to Thompson and… Duke." Wendy's eyes widened slightly in awe when she realized that Denise had brought off the black giant.
Somehow, Denise was filled with pride at her accomplishment. She wasn't sure how many chicks Duke fucked in a week, but she'd have bet any amount of money that it was a lot. And she'd gotten him to come after only ten minutes of fucking her perky ass!
"If you're not doing anything…" Wendy let the rest of her sentence trail off in obvious invitation for a more intimate encounter. Denise wasn't sure she should answer the redhead at all. Making love to another woman seemed perverse to her, yet Wendy was really sexy and… appealing.
Denise couldn't honestly say the redhead was pretty, but there was a pixieish quality about the flaming red hair and the china white oval far with the bright green eyes. An innocence seemed to exude from the redhead that Denise knew didn't exist, for Wendy was able to talk about sucking off two men at once and not get the least bit flustered.
"What did you have in mind?"
Wendy smiled and moved closer to Denise. "I thought you might like to share some of Thompson's fruit."
The redhead reached over and picked up two bananas from a nearby bowl on a coffee table.
Denise furrowed her brows. She didn't understand what Wendy meant. Not exactly, at any rate. It was obvious she didn't want to eat the bananas, but what…?
Wendy's hand reached out and lightly touched one of Denise's fiery red nipples. The feathery touch of the other woman's hand sent an electric surge into Denise's chest that delighted her. It astounded her, too. She hadn't thought she could get so turned on by another woman. She was very wrong.
Wendy continued to lightly rub and caress the snowy white tits presented to her by Denise. When the joys coursing through her body became too much, the brunette lay back on the soft shag carpet and just enjoyed the feel of the other woman's hand on her boobs.
The gentle massaging turned mare and more aggressive. Soon, Wendy was mashing both of Denise's boobs flat against her chest. Thumb and forefinger gripped around nipples and pressed down hard on them. The nubbins of erectile tissue transmitted Denise's excited heartbeat directly to Wendy's fingers, telling her how much the dark haired woman was being turned on by the tit fondling.
Wendy leaned over and placed her lips firmly against Denise's. For a moment, Denise resisted. It was futile. When the redhead's tongue managed to force its way between Denise's lips and enter her mouth, the brunette knew there was nothing to do but relax and enjoy.
Her tongue began to race around Wendy's. Together, their tongues, swirled and twisted about, then began darting back and forth. First, both tongues would be in Wendy's mouth, then in Denise's. The oral acrobatics began to occupy Denise's consciousness, and she didn't notice that the hands that had been fondling her boobs had stopped.
Wendy moved down the snowy cones to their broad bases after she had squeezed the boobs a couple of times. Noticing that Denise didn't appear to respond very much, Wendy's hands drifted lower and lower on the other woman's body until one hand came to rest on a gentle curve of ass.
The other found a tangled mat of pussy bush. The jungle of wettened muff hair betrayed Denise's rising lust for the other woman. When Wendy went still lower, she encountered a fully erect clit. A light brush across the most sensitive organ of Denise's body produced an earthquaking throughout the brunette's torso.
But still Wendy went lower, separating the pink, scalloped pussylips, her fingers lightly touching the edges of Denise's gash, then making a sudden, forceful entry into the dark hole of her cunt.
Denise shuddered at the sudden invasion of her frothing man hole. She had never had a woman feel her up like this. It was still another instance of Denise's broadening sexual expertise.
Wendy's hand pressed down hard on Denise's twat, her fingers plunging deep into the flowing well of the brunette's cunt. When she began to flex and wiggle her fingers, Denise felt the tides of passion rising within her horny cunt.
"Oh, yesssss! That's the greatest thing I've ever felt!" she exclaimed, surprised that she could possibly consider another woman's attentions to be all right.
Wendy said nothing. She dived down to kiss and suckle one of Denise's jugs and when her mouth closed over the ruddy tip of areola, Denise thought she would go insane with ecstasy.
The fingers in her cunt twisted and turned and stimulated the nerve ending around her entire pussy mound. The addition of a wet mouth sucking and tonguing her nipples was too much for the aroused woman's completely overloaded nervous system.
Denise weakly collapsed and felt like rubber inside. She felt the rug crush under her weight but didn't really care that it prickled and scratched a bit. The primary things were the fingers inside her cunt and Wendy's sucking mouth.
Lances of delight jabbed into her belly every time the redhead twisted her hand, and it felt like thousands of tiny feet dancing on her nipple when Wendy would lick with her tongue.
The redhead was having a lot of fun turning Denise on to the lez action. Her hand was covered with the brunette's twat juice, which allowed her to stroke up and down the pussylips without chafing their tender surfaces. The motion of her hand drove Denise crazy with passion, and it did a lot in turning Wendy on, too. The redhead enjoyed the feel of another woman's cunt under her hand.
The oozing juices excited her. The tender flaps that protected the depths of a cunt were so soft and squishy. She loved stroking the gently scalloped ridges of a gash with her fingers. And Denise's tangled bush really turned Wendy on. Running her hands over the pussy mound, then lacing her fingers in the thatch and stroking were exceptionally exciting to her.
Just fondling another woman did things to her deep inside. Wendy couldn't explain it. She just knew she enjoyed the hell out of making love to another woman.
And Denise was really getting to the point of total abandonment of all her morals. She was doing things that would have repulsed her less than a week earlier. Now she was ass fucking with the best of them, sucking cock – and allowing another chick to make love to her.
As Wendy continued to suck and pull the expanding nipple into her mouth, it occurred to Denise that she should be doing something in return for the pleasure Wendy was giving her. Stroking the red hair as the woman sucked on a convenient boob wasn't quite enough.
Denise finally reached down and gripped both of Wendy's jugs. With a passion born of her own inner needs, she squeezed down and manipulated the other woman's tits with a fierceness that she didn't really intend. But Wendy wasn't complaining. She enjoyed rough treatment. The feel of the fingers brutally kneading the doughy flesh of her well formed tits added fuel to the flames of her lust.
To return, in kind, the favor that Denise was granting her, Wendy started to suck on the brown haired beauty's nipple for all she was worth, her cheeks going concave under the intense suction she exerted. Her mouth seemed to draw the tiny pillar of fiery red flesh out of the marshmallowy base and stiffen it. When Wendy shoved her tongue firmly down on top of Denise's nipple, the girl could detect the brunette's heartbeat through the pebble of aroused flesh.
Wendy knew that she was going to get off then. She had Denise strung out to the point where the woman would do anything.
Wendy continued to suckle on Denise's milk bag, her fingers still explored the pink flaps of her cuntlips, repeatedly plunging into the juicy depths of Denise's tight and fiercely hot snatch. When Wendy inserted a finger up Denise's asshole, the woman came.
She had tried to hold back the rising tide of orgasm she felt building up in her body, wanting to fully enjoy the fondling and sucking she was getting from Wendy, but her body betrayed her. Denise couldn't restrain herself when Wendy thrust that finger up her tightly clenched asshole. She was increasingly aware that her ass was a potent sexual area, an erogenous zone second only to her cunt.
Wendy wiggled her finger inside Denise's cunt and ass repeatedly while the winds of orgasm gusted through the brunette's body. When the gale force winds died to a gentle breeze, Wendy continued her sexual arousal of her willing and completely wanton sex partner.
"Don't stop, Wendy. Please don't stop!" begged Denise, afraid that the girl might cease her delicious activities now that she had come.
"Don't worry, Denise. I won't. This is too damn much fun!"
Wendy's hands roved over Denise's supple body. The lightest touch produced hurricanes of delight in her body. She knew she was still in control of Denise from the way the beauty's cunt overflowed with twat juice.
The sight of all that lubricant going to waste spurred Wendy on. Her own cunt had long since turned watery and cried out for attention. She reached down and handed one of the bananas to Denise, taking the other one for herself.
"Here, Denise. Stuff it up my cunt, then fuck me with it."
Denise was momentarily confused, her brain not yet recovered from the veiling fog of lust created by her orgasm.
"What?" was all she could ask.
"Here, do this!" Wendy ordered, slipping the yellow fruit between Denise's smooth white thighs, poking for an instant until she found the liquid hole, then ramming the banana all the way into the woman's cunt.
Denise screamed out, "Aaaaaiieeeee!" as the fruit sailed up her quim. She felt the slightest curve in the banana twist through her cunt in ways that a man's cock never could without breaking off. A prick simply didn't bend like that. But the fruit stimulated hidden nerves that Denise didn't know existed in her cunt.
She fell back to the rug again and wiggled her hips, her eyes tightly screwed shut and her entire world centered around her cunt. The feeling of the fruit stuffed into her twat was a totally new experience. When Wendy began to fuck her with the banana, Denise was certain she would lose her mind.
But the white curtain of lust that covered her brain rapidly dissipated, and Denise started to get control back, to concentrate on the pleasure soaring through her entire body. Her cunt was the center of all that sensation. The banana was the cause.
As Wendy expertly fucked Denise with the curved fruit, she watched in rapt fascination as the yellow dildo would disappear almost entirely up Denise's brown thatched pussy, then squirt out when the woman's cunt muscles squeezed down.
The yellow of the banana soon glistened with Denise's twat juice.
Denise fought to keep control of her body. Soon, she could enjoy the feeling of getting fucked by the banana without being totally dominated by it. She rolled to her side while Wendy continued to slip the fruit in and out of her wanton cunt.
Denise reached out, hesitant and unsure of herself. Her trembling hand rested on the cool, silky smooth inner thigh of the other girl. With increasing confidence, Denise began to stroke up and down across Wendy's flame red pussy mound. As her hand became coated with the redhead's cunt juice, Denise found herself growing hotter and hotter.
Being fucked with the banana drove her crazy, but the kinky idea that she was actually stuffing her fingers up another girl's cunt turned her on almost as much. When Denise inserted the banana she held into Wendy's cunt, the other girl shuddered in erotic response.
Denise was spurred on by the other girl's reaction. She started ramming the yellow fruit in and out of Wendy's twat as fast as she could, fucking the redhead until she had a climax of her own.
Watching the passion-racked features of the other girl produced an odd combination of feelings inside Denise. She delighted in the knowledge that she was the one who brought off Wendy, but there was guilt, also. It was wrong for her to fuck with another woman. Her upbringing told her so.
Applying the same standards she had used since deciding to make money by whoring, Denise quickly decided that anything that felt this good couldn't be bad. God wasn't a cruel, heartless bastard. He couldn't deny a woman pleasure. Cunts wouldn't have been placed in women's bodies if they hadn't been meant for use.
What was the difference whether a man or another woman gave her the ultimate in human ecstasy?
There was no difference.
The two women continued to shove the yellow fruit into each other's twats. Denise watched her banana slide out, then disappear back into the unknown depths of Wendy's cunt. From the shivers and shudders of the redhead's body, Denise knew that she must be feeling the same emotions that racked her own body. That common bond of shared experience seemed to draw her nearer to Wendy than she had ever felt with another sex partner. What matter that she was enjoying lesbian lovemaking?
The two women passionately locked together when their bananas simultaneously were crammed up inside them. Kissing, their tongues explored the other's mouth. Their salvias mixed, sweet and heady tasting. Their aroused nipples poked into each other and stimulated them all the more.
Denise found that she could keep the banana buried far up her cunt by scissoring her legs together. She rubbed her pussy mound wantonly against the red thatch of Wendy's bush and, locked together in each other's arms, the two women began to roll over and over on the rug.
Denise found herself approaching another climax. She didn't even try to hold it back this time. It seemed too important to her to just let it rip through her mind and seize her body with the iron grip of supreme ecstasy.
Wendy rocked through her own climax. Still gripping each other, they slipped down the pleasant slopes of post-coital dreaminess.
Wendy reached down and plucked the banana from Denise's cunt. Grinning wickedly, she began to lick and suck on the banana to get all of the other woman's twat oil off it, then peeled the fruit and ate it with obvious gusto.
Denise asked, "Good?"
"Ummm, you bet!" came the immediate answer.
Denise pulled the banana dildo out of Wendy's snatch and duplicated the redhead's actions. She found the succulent taste of the woman's cunt juice intermixed with the tang of the banana skin. When she peeled the fruit and started to eat it, she was pleasantly surprised to find that the flavor had penetrated the fruit itself. The banana was warm from its berth inside Wendy's cunt. It was also highly flavored by the woman's cunt juices. Denise devoured the fruit with obvious enthusiasm.
As she was eating, she heard a familiar voice call out to her.
"You. The one with the nice ass." Duke's hard-on was obvious as was the lust in his voice.
"You want a job? I got a place for a nice cunt like you. I run fifty girls. All top-notch stuff, high pay and a fancy pad."
Denise looked at him. "Exactly what are you asking?" She thought she knew but wanted to be sure.
"I'm in business to make money. You can make me money. I can guarantee you a lot more bread than you get freelancing. Dig? You work for me as one of my girls, we both get a lot of bread. I know a dozen guys who'd try to cut each other's balls off just to get a chance to fuck you."
"You want me to whore for you, is that it?"
"Yeah. We could make a great team, you and me. I find you the johns, you take the money. We split 70-30, me getting the lion's share. And I'll take care of any unpleasant customers." Duke seemed confident that Denise wouldn't turn him down.
"Sorry, Duke. All I want's my money from Thompson. I really don't want to get too involved in this scene."
"Part-timer, huh? Well, the offer stands if you want to go full time. Give me a call at 325-6969 if you change your mind. A tight cunt like yours is too good to waste, you know?"
Denise smiled wanly, then rose and found Thompson's trousers. She rustled through them until she found the man's fat wallet. Since he was still sleeping, she pulled out four one-hundred dollar bills, then tucked the wallet back into the pocket. She found her clothes and quickly dressed.
In less than fifteen minutes, Denise was going out the gambler's front door to summon a cab.
But the memory of Duke's offer lingered in her mind. She was repulsed by the very idea of having anyone pimp for her, and yet Denise had to admit she was flattered.
It wasn't every day a girl got told she was hot stuff.