The Bitch F/f by Laura Lynn Davis ldavis4@hotmail.com
I was out by the pool, sunbathing in a rather modest thong, when Jill came home from summer school. I'd heard her car pull in and when she didn't appear right away I knew she'd stopped to change. Normally, she wore shorts and a t-shirt or jeans but today she'd had a meeting so she'd worn a skirt and blouse. When she appeared on the deck she was wearing a sports bra and a pair of nylon jogging shorts. Jill is a tall young woman with black hair, a smooth olive complexion, and long beautiful legs. It was mid July and she was nicely tanned. I smiled and waved as she crossed the deck. A moment later she bent and gave me a long kiss. I was flushed when I asked, "So, how'd it go today?" She shrugged. "Same old, same old. The teachers don't want to be there, the kids don't want to be there. I don't know why we bother." She patted me on the rump. "Diving board." I hopped up and ran to the diving board, positioning myself on my hands and knees, facing the pool. Jill followed, not hurrying. I knew she was looking me over carefully. I'd been sunbathing in the same suit since late spring. Jill wanted me to have a nice even tan with clear, well-defined tan lines, and precise patches of white skin for the series of erotic pictures she was planning to take. She grinned as she approached and said, "Very nice. Another few days and we'll do the pictures." My skin was slick because of the heavy coating of SPF 30 suntan lotion I'd applied. SPF 30 allowed me to stay out in the sun longer, insuring that I' d get the smooth, even toast-brown tan that Jill wanted. I'm a green-eyed blonde with fair skin and getting a good even tan without burning is a touchy process. She patted my rump and asked how my morning had gone. I shrugged, feeling her untie the my top. "It was fine. I did the laundry and vacuumed before I came out." My top fell away and my firm, full breasts swung free. Jill rubbed my back for a few moments. "Any calls?" I shook my head. "None." She tugged at the tie on my right hip and it loosened without resistance. The other side was undone a moment later and the bottom of my suit dropped away. Jill slipped her left hand under and rubbed my belly while stroking my buttocks with her right hand. I closed my eyes and sighed with pleasure. " Did you weigh yourself?" I nodded, eyes tightly closed. "Yes, ma'am. 124 pounds and I'm still exactly 5' 7"." She squeezed my left buttock for a moment. "Good. I made an appointment for you to have your hair cut." I opened my eyes and glanced back over my shoulder. "Do I have to have it cut?" It was a discussion that had been going on for weeks. A discussion, not an argument. Jill wanted me to have my long blonde hair cut. She favored cutting it very short to give me the tomboy look she wanted for her pictures. She nodded, smiling, "Yes, Katie, you have to have it cut." Her tone made it clear that the discussion was over. I sighed. "When?" "Today. At 4:00 p.m. Ruth will do you herself." She paused while she ran the heel of her right hand down the cleft between my buttocks. I moaned when she cupped my vulva and squeezed. "Lisa will do a bikini wax after your haircut. A full bikini wax." I muttered under my breath. "Shit." Jill heard and slapped my butt. "Watch your language young lady. Remember, you are a lady." "But why a full bikini wax? I'll look like a little girl!" Jill ran the tip of her finger along the furrow between my labia. "No, you won't. You'll look like a the beautiful, sexy young woman that you are. Bare pubes are very sexy." "I know but still..." I fell silent. We could discuss things but once she made a decision the time for discussion was over. I moaned as her finger slipped between my labia. I was wet and her finger met no resistance at all. She fondled my tits with her left hand while her right forefinger was busy teasing my clit. For a while the only sounds were my soft moans of pleasure as she skillfully masturbated me. I was close to orgasm when she eased off, ignoring my disappointed groan. After a moment she resumed teasing my clit. She backed off again just as I was on the verge of coming. She did it a half-dozen times until I was sobbing in frustration, begging her to let me come. She continued to tease me. I hung my head, sobbing, and begged. "Please, let me come! I can't stand it! Please, Jill! DON'T tease me anymore." She chuckled. "What are you?" I knew what she expected. "A slut. I'm a slut." "And?" "A cunt. I'm a cunt." "And?" "A whore. I'm a pussy-licking whore cunt. I'm a pretty slut. You're slut. Your pussy licking lez slave. Your nude lez slave, whore, cunt, bitch." I chanted the litany in a low, hoarse voice. I hadn't finished when she captured my left nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She caught my clit in the same grip. I gasped when she pinched them both, pinched them hard. The pain lanced through me and I threw my head back as it triggered an intense orgasm that made me shake like I had a fever. I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming aloud because the pleasure was so intense. Jill stroked and petted me until I was calm again. Then she patted my butt and said, "Let's go in and eat. I brought a salad from Bello's." She turned and walked a couple of feet and then waited for me to grab my bathing suit and catch up. Inside, I draped my bathing suit over the back of a chair and put my collar on. Jill poured herself a glass of ice water and set the salad on the table. She glanced at my bowl and paused to fill it since it was low. She sat down and watched as I dropped to my knees, hands clasped behind my back and bent to drank from my bowl, lapping it up like a proper little bitch should. After I was finished I moved over next to Jill, still on my knees, and she fed me from her bowl, using her fingers. "It's your birthday tomorrow Katie, would you like to go out for dinner?" I nodded, trying not to appear too eager. "That would be nice. Could we go to that place near the Civic Center again?" She grinned. "You're an expensive bitch! Of course, if that's where you want to go. You can wear your black dress and the jeweled collar. And those strappy sandals I bought you last week." I smiled and kissed her hand, turning it over to lick her palm for a moment. "Thank you, mistress." She smiled and ruffled my hair. "You're welcome. You deserve a nice night out. After all, a girl doesn't turn sixteen every day!"
The End.