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Turning the Tables part 3 (Lesbian / Hooker FF)
Petra frantically tried to pull herself free of her restraints, but to no avail. She was about to let out a scream but Bonnie suddenly covered her mouth with her own. Kissing her with all her might the young girl forced her tongue deep inside, transfixing the brunette with her efforts
Suddenly Bonnie broke the kiss. Placing a finger gently across Petra's mouth the teenager whispered. " Listen to me Petra. I'm not going to hurt you. You're right; I really enjoyed what you did to me. You really made me see stars."
Standing up Bonnie casually walked around the bed, all the while staring intently at her captive. A much more confident, assertive adult had suddenly replaced the nervy awkward teenager's personality. Petra glared back, her arms straining in the cuffs.
"Besides," continued Bonnie "What are you going to do? Scream? I doubt anyone will come. And remember, if I walk out of here now you'll be stuck on that bed for a very long time. I'd cooperate if I were you."
Petra quickly weighed up what Bonnie was saying. She soon realized the truth. She began to curse herself for letting her guard down and being ensnared so easily. For now though she recognized she had no option but to play along.
"What do you want? Money? It's all over there. Take it and let me go." She said as calmly as she could.
"Thanks" replied Bonnie. "But I'll only take what I earn. And so far I haven't done that."
"What do you mean?" Asked Petra.
Bonnie sat back down on the bed and leaned over. Petra felt small pert nipples glide against hers, which sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine. Looking up she was confronted once again with Bonnie's pretty sweet innocent face almost inches from her own.
"You think I'm just a naïve teenager when it comes to fucking someone" Bonnie continued. "Well with men that's true. But women, oh that's a very different story. I suppose it won't surprise you to know that thanks to my parents I've spent quite a few years in boarding school. I soon found out very early on that I preferred girls. And I made the most of it when the lights went out at night. We were all at it. Proper little lesbians we were. Experimenting all the time."
"And what's that got to do with me?" asked Petra.
Bonnie moved closer and again gave Petra a lingering deep kiss that once again almost took her breath away. The atmosphere seemed electrically charge now. The two women continued their passionate advances. Petra stained in her cuffs. Despite her best efforts she found herself becoming more and more aroused.
Bonnie suddenly broke away. The sound of heavy breathing and the musky smell of awaken excitement filled the room.
"I want to make love to you Petra." Bonnie whispered
Petra suddenly burst out laughing. " I'm glad you do. But sweetness you couldn't afford my fees."
"I know." said Bonnie very seriously "But YOU could afford to pay me, for my services."
"What do you mean, pay you?" Petra asked.
"Simple really. Just make me your whore Petra," replied Bonnie with a very wicked smile on her face."I'd become your own personal hooker."
This stunned Petra. The brunette was totally lost for words. The whole idea of Bonnie offering her personal services seemed utterly ludicrous. And yet, somewhere in the back of her mind this situation seemed very erotic, almost appealing.
Petra started laughing again "You've got to be joking. You want me to pay you! No way lady! Now stop this and let me go."
"I understand your anger Petra," continued Bonnie " But you really haven't let me show how good I am. I'm better than any man, better than any toy. Whatever fantasy you have I'll make it reality. I know you're really turned on just as much as me. I'm going to make love to you now. Then you'll see just how good you and me are together."
And with that Bonnie moved down Petra's body. Kissing slowly down her neck. Hands, gently pushing at her breasts, feeding them greedily into her own mouth. Sucking. Biting. Her own legs forcing apart the thighs of the older woman's. Letting a hand caress slowly downwards. Touching. Feeling. Entering.
Petra groaned. She knew she shouldn't be enjoying this. She knew she should stop this now. Clamp her legs together. Bite. Kick. Tell Bonnie to simply fuck off and to hell with the consequences. But she couldn't. She was lost. Lost in a fever pitch of sexual gratification. And she had to see it through.
"Oh fuck yes!" she found herself saying as she pushed her legs wider apart. Petra then watched the mischievous grin on Bonnie's face as she moved down her body. Unhurriedly sinking between her legs.
That feeling. That incredible feeling as a lovers tongue enticingly rolls over your own wet expectant pussy. Hot breath. Smooth skin. Heightened sensations. All these things Petra began to experience as Bonnie pushed her nearer the edge. She closed her eyes, bit her lip and pulled harder and harder on her cuffs. The first jolt of an orgasm began to build up. Gradually. Then more. Then more still.
"Don't stop. Please don't stop. Oh yes. That's it. Oh fuck I'm cuming!" She heard herself cry out.
But Bonnie was not yet ready to let Petra off with simply a few nice orgasms. She had a point to prove. And besides, she was just getting going herself. She enjoyed tasting her new playmate and wanted more. She quickly decided on her next course of action. She pushed herself up onto her elbows and smiled as she observed Petra trying to regain her senses.
"Hoped you liked it." She grinned, her blonde hair now matted to her face. Her exquisite, kissable mouth covered in a film of pussy juice. "By the way, you taste divine. Let me do your G-spot now."
Before Petra could protest she felt Bonnie pushing her delicate fingers inside her once again. The young girl now concentrated intently as she moved them upward and underneath Petra's clit. Easing her hand forwards Bonnie watched for Petra's reaction as she moved slowly just inside her soaking wet pussy.
"Oh no! Stop!" squealed Petra "I feel like I'm going to pee!"
This brought a broad smile to the young girls face. "No you're not silly. Just go with it."
Petra groaned as she began to suddenly encounter ripples of powerful enjoyment. Higher and higher Bonnie took her. Stroking her fingers skilfully inside Petra's now gaping wide pussy. Things were becoming a blur in Petra's mind. She was so near now. She opened her mouth to scream but couldn't. In the very back of her brain she heard Bonnie exclaim.
"Petra, your clit is so beautiful. Hmm, I must taste it again."
That's all it took. Petra was pushed over her plateau. A magnificent deep feeling enveloped her, like someone had cracked a whip over her body. She convulsed and lifted off the bed in a state of pure extasy. Again and again she climaxed until she just had to stop. She flopped down. Totally. Utterly. Completely. Spent. How delicious.
Petra felt she wanted to be a little girl again. Wrapped up warm and safe. She didn't feel the handcuffs being removed. All she could remember was curling up in a little ball, the covers of her bed pulled tightly over her as she slept. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked around her bedroom but saw no sign of Bonnie.
As quickly as she could she jumped out of bed and wondered around her apartment. There was no sign of Bonnie anywhere. Or was there? Petra suddenly noticed a sheet of paper placed neatly on the kitchen table. Frantically she picked it up. It read.
"Dear Sweetest Petra. Glad you enjoyed yourself. I've taken the $100 you charged my mother Sue, for your services. It will cost you the same if you want to see me again. My mobile number is written on the back of this note. Love Bonnie."
Petra hurriedly turned over the note and stared at the mobile phone number that Bonnie had written. Would she ever use it? Could she bring herself to?
The ringing of Petra's own mobile phone brought her back to reality with a jolt. Picking it up she pressed the answer key and spoke.
"Hello, Petra here." She said. The female voice she heard almost made her drop the phone.
"Petra. It's Sue here. Listen I really enjoyed our get together earlier. I cannot get you out of my mind to tell you the truth. Could we please meet up tomorrow? Say midday. My family are all out then and well...Oh sorry I do waffle on. Is your fee still $100?"
For what seemed like an eternity Petra just could not bring herself to speak. All she had to do was say she was busy and everything would end. Having Sue as a client would end. Having her daughter Bonnie as a personal hooker would also end. Carefully she put the phone to her ear.
"I'm sorry Sue." She began "My mind was drifting. Midday sounds fine to me. Same cost as last time. We'll try some G-spot massage if you like. Believe me it will drive you up the wall. See you then. Bye."
Turning off the phone Petra noticed she was still clutching Bonnie's number. Carefully she started to enter it into the memory of her own phone. Something told her she would be calling her personal hooker very soon.
The End