Chapter 7: The girls
Sarah hesitantly walked up the driveway of Chelsea's home, feeling the sun beating down on her shoulders and sweat starting to gather at the nape of her neck. She never had once had a single thought about a sexual encounter with a woman until her awkward exchange with Priya, and now Kris was forcing her to explore things further. She had driven over with a mix of trepidation and anticipation coursing through her veins.
She knew what had to be done, and she was terrified of what it might mean. On the other hand, though, the thought of pleasuring Chelsea both scared and excited her. She knew that if she wanted to keep Kris happy and satisfied, she would have to go through with it.
As she knocked on the front door of her best friend's house, Sarah couldn't help but wonder how Chelsea would react.
She took a deep breath, feeling her heartbeat quicken. Her nerves were on edge, and she was unsure of what to expect.
Chelsea opened the door, and her mouth dropped open when she saw Sarah standing there in the outfit Kris had provided. "Wow, you look stunning," Chelsea said, her gaze roaming over Sarah's body. "Did you do something different with your hair? It looks amazing."
Sarah blushed, feeling self-conscious in the outfit. "Yeah, I just freshened up before coming over. Do you...
yeah, want to come in?" Sarah stammered, still feeling uncomfortable in her new attire. Chelsea nodded and led Sarah into her stylish suburban home. The interior was just as impressive as the exterior, adorned with modern decor and pops of color that reflected Chelsea's bubbly personality.
When Sarah arrived, Chelsea was wearing a trendy and form-fitting outfit that showcased her petite, toned body. She had on a pair of high-waisted, distressed denim shorts that highlighted her legs, paired with a cropped, off-the-shoulder white blouse with delicate embroidery that Sarah could clearly see her bra thru. Her blonde, curly hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, allowing a few strands to frame her face. Chelsea's look was completed with a pair of stylish sandals and minimal jewelry, giving her a casual yet effortlessly chic appearance that Sarah admired.
"Have a seat," Chelsea said, gesturing towards the plush sofa in the living room. Sarah sat down, nervously playing with the hem of the short shorts Kris had provided for her. "So, what's up?
You said you needed my help with something?" Chelsea asked, breaking the silence between them.
Sarah's heart skipped a beat as she realized that this was the moment she had been dreading.
Chelsea looked at her in a way that made Sarah feel both embarrassed and turned on. All her fears and doubts about her body and sexuality came rushing back, but Sarah swallowed hard and nodded. "Yes, I do," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Chelsea's smile widened and she reached for Sarah's hand patting it reassuringly as a friend - totally naive to what Sarah had to do.
Sarah's nerves were sky high as she pulled her hand away from Chelsea's grasp, taking a deep breath to stabilize herself. Chelsea's eyes widened as she took note of Sarah's anxiety and leaned in closer.
"What's wrong, Sarah?" Chelsea asked, concern etched in her brows.
"I...I need to talk to you about something." Sarah said slowly, choosing her words carefully.
"What is it?" Chelsea asked, inching closer to Sarah.
I... I need your help." There was a heavy pause as the gravity of Sarah's words finally sank in, and Chelsea seemed frozen in place. Sarah hesitated, unable to meet her friend's gaze. "Have….have you ever been with a woman?”
Chelsea blinked in confusion, surprised at what Sarah had asked. She wanted to be honest with her friend but wasn’t sure where this question had come from.
Sarah squirmed nervously in her seat, anxiety coursing through her veins. She took a deep breath and stared at her lap, unable to meet Chelsea's gaze.
Then Chelsea - sensing a deeper importance of Sarah’s question, decided to answer truthfully.
“well, Sar. I know we share a lot of secrets, but this one I never have. Yes…I have…kind of.” Chelsea looked down at her lap, nervously fidgeting with her fingers.
Sarah's eyes widened at Chelsea's confession. She wondered if she could go through with this. She had never been with a woman before and didn't know if she could even bring herself to touch another woman in that way.
But she knew she had to do it for Kris. She was his toy, his plaything, and she needed to please him. She felt a cold shiver run down her spine at the thought of his filthy hands all over her body.
Chelsea explained her story further “ it was just once. I was on that Europe trip after college… I was in France. I wasn’t sure where things were going with Jonny. And I met girl Sophie in a club. We shared a drunken night together….we kissed and she fingered me. I kissed her breasts and felt her pussy just a little, but nothing more. We made out a bit and then she left. I tried to find her, but she disappeared. I guess it was just a one-night stand, and that’s all. It didn’t mean anything, I’ve tried to forget it since it was technically cheating on Jonny.” Chelsea blushed and looked down, seemingly lost in her thoughts.
Sarah’s cheeks burned as she listened to her best friend’s confession, her mind racing with questions and embarrassment. She couldn’t believe Chelsea would cheat on her own husband, even if they were just dating back then. But perhaps this confession would make what Sarah had to ask of Chelsea…easier.
“why do you ask?” Chelsea replied sheepishly. She wasn’t afraid to tell her best friend this sapphic secret, but ashamed a bit it had been so many years and that she had never told anyone.
Chelsea bit her bottom lip, taking a deep breath before continuing.
“It’s Kris isn’t it?” Chelsea wisely asked Sarah. “He wants you to be with a woman?”
Chelsea echoed, her gaze intensifying as she connected the dots. “Is this part of some twisted game he's playing?”
Sarah’s lips trembled, looking down at her vibrant shoelaces, fidgeting with them nervously as tears started welling up in her eyes.
“Yes, it is,” she whispered brokenly, swallowing hard as she fought with emotions storming inside of her.
“But why? Why would he want you to do something like that?” Chelsea demanded, growing agitated.
“chels. I have to. I want to for him. But the problem is…it’s not just any woman he wants me to be with….” Sarah replied her heart pounding. “He told me I had to sleep with someone specific….he chose you.”
Sarah began to sob in her hands as Chelsea tried to process what Sarah had just said.
After a few moments, Chelsea placed a gentle hand on Sarah’s shoulder.
“Okay,” Chelsea said softly. “Okay, it’s going to be okay.”
Chelsea couldn’t fathom how Kris could put Sarah in such a position, forcing her to betray her best friend in such a personal way. But she also knew Sarah - and if she really wanted to go through with this, then Chelsea would support her.
“Look at me,” Chelsea told Sarah, trying to remain supportive. Sarah slowly revealed her wet face, streaked with mascara-laden tears and redness. “We’ll get you out of this with Kris, don’t worry.”
“no chels, I can’t get out of it. I need him. I’m addicted to him. I have to do this to see him again.” Sarah cried.
“He’s left me with no choice. I’m so sorry, chels.”
Chelsea sighed deeply, taking in Sarah’s words and trying to decide what she should do. She wanted to be supportive of her friend, but she felt like Kris was doing something unspeakable to Sarah. The thought of sleeping with her best friend made her want to vomit, yet she didn’t want to leave Sarah vulnerable to Kris’s advances.
“Look, Sarah,” Chelsea said gently. But her mind raced. The situation began to blur her own judgement.
“please chelsea. Please let me have sex with you. Just this once. I want to prove to him I belong with him.” Sarah begged thru tears, her horniess driving her mad. She didn’t want to fuck her best friend but she wanted nothing more than to please Kris. She was totally humiliating herself, begging Chelsea to agree.
She knew what she was asking was wrong on so many levels. It wasn't just that she had never been with a woman before, but also the fact that she was essentially whoring herself out for this new man that wasn’t even her husband. However, she was too far gone in her twisted addiction to Kris to pull out now.
Chelsea's heart sank as she took in Sarah's words. The desperation and fear in her voice were clear, and Chelsea knew she couldn't reject her friend, even though the idea of sleeping with her made her stomach turn.
She opened her mouth to respond but found that she couldn't speak. Instead, she reached for Sarah's hand, squeezing it tightly. Then something came over Chelsea she wasn’t expecting. She thought back to many years ago to Sophie and how she never truly got to experience everything she wanted. She looked down at her humiliated best friend, beginning to feel a surge of feminine dominance wash over her she had never felt before.
Sarah’s pleading look was pathetic, and it aroused something dark inside of Chelsea. She couldn't deny the strange thrill she felt in this unfamiliar situation.
Chelsea closed her eyes for a moment, then made up her mind about what she wanted to do next. Despite her disgust and discomfort with the whole twisted affair, she found herself becoming more aroused than she cared to admit. She couldn’t help but notice the way her pulse quickened, and her body began to respond to the idea of dominating Sarah and fulfilling Kris’s sick fantasy.
"Okay, Sarah," Chelsea said after a few moments of hesitation, her voice barely above a whisper. "If that's what you really want, then...I'll do it."
Sarah looked shocked and relieved , but then the gravity and reality of what was about to happened smacked her.
Chelsea felt her body responding to Sarah's submissiveness, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of power and excitement. She had never been with a woman before, and she never thought she would be. But here she was, about to make love to her best friend.
Chelsea leaned in closer to Sarah, pressing her lips against hers softly. Sarah responded hesitantly at first, unsure of how to respond to this new sensation. Chelsea, now drunk with this new dominant power that had over come her, whispered in Sarah’s ear .
”Let’s go to my bedroom, Sarah.”
Her voice was low and sultry, a tone that Sarah had never heard her use before. Sarah felt goosebumps form on her arms as a shiver of excitement ran down her spine. She stood up from the couch, following Chelsea to her bedroom.
Chelsea’s room was decorated in soft, muted tones, with a large, comfortable bed in the center. Sarah’s heart raced as she stepped inside, unsure of what would happen next. Chelsea closed the door behind them, turning to Sarah with a lingering gaze. Chelsea sat on the bed.
“take off my sandals.” Chelsea told Sarah softly, her voice low and sultry.
Sarah nodded, feeling her hands tremble slightly as she reached for the straps on Chelsea’s sandals. She carefully untied them, slowly sliding them off her feet and placing them neatly on the floor.
Chelsea lay back on the bed, staring up at Sarah with a smoldering look in her eyes. “Now, rub my feet.”
Chelsea ordered, sliding her legs towards Sarah.
Sarah felt her heart rate spike as she complied with Chelsea’s request. Kris would never have asked her for this kind of intimacy. This vulnerable, and sensual touch between two women was a completely novel experience for her.
Sarah’s fingertips traced circles on the soles of Chelsea’s feet, kneading the soft and warm skin with each stroke. Her skin was soft to touch, and she had nicely pedicured toenails that glinted in the soft glow of the lamp lighting the room. For years Chelsea had suppressed the fetish of having her feet worshipped, never telling a soul. But today she was going to take full advantage.
Sarah’s hands continued to massage her feet as Chelsea began to moan softly. Her pulse quickened, a slow warm sensation was building up between her legs, she could feel a wetness seeping through her flimsy silky panties.
“That feels incredible, Sarah.” Chelsea whispered, her breath hitching as Sarah increased the pressure of her fingers on her soles and toes. She couldn’t believe what was happening and what she had agreed to. The truth was, ever since seeing Sarah’s newfound energy and learning about her lusty steamy affair with Kris, Chelsea’s own sex drive had been piqued. She had a good sex life with her husband, but with him frequently away on business, she had been suppressing her own urges and in denial of her envy of Sarah’s relationship with Kris. Sarah’s proposition had been the final drop to burst the dam. She was going to take full advantage of Sarah’s weakness, and indulge in her long-suppressed desires. Sarah had no clue that her best friend Chelsea was harboring a secret sexual fetishes or suppressed desires and would agree to this dark, twisted experiment.
Chelsea moaned again. Her heart beat rapidly as a million thoughts raced through her mind as her lifelong best friend rubbed her feet. Was this really happening? “Kiss them…” Chelsea suddenly moaned softly, shocking herself.
the desperate and submissive Sarah did just that.
She leaned down, pressing her lips against Chelsea's warm, sensitive feet.
Chelsea groaned in pleasure, spreading her legs wider as Sarah brought her face further into Chelsea's feet. Even though Chelsea never imagined herself in a situation like this, she couldn't help but enjoy the intense pleasure it was bringing her. Chelsea had always admire Sarah but The opportunity to scratch this itch was making her more aroused by the second, causing a feeling of sinister lust to overtake her. She wondered how much truly she could get away with in commanding Sarah around. Chelsea moved her foot, pressing it against Sarah's cheek, feeling the soft side of her face as she pressed down with her toe, demanding more attention on her foot.
“Lick them. Suck them.” Chelsea moaned, beginning to push the limits of what she could get away with.
It was a hot day, and Chelsea had been running around the house and yard prior to Sarah’s arrival. She could feel the sweat forming between her toes, and it made her smile mischievously at the thought of having Sarah lick it off her. The sensation of Sarah’s warm tongue against her bare feet was intense, sending shivers down her spine and releasing heat deep within her core.
Chelsea spread her legs further apart, encouraging Sarah to continue. The thought of making her best friend, a woman, to submit to her was strange, yet exhilarating.
Chelsea was aroused beyond her wildest dreams and now, was in complete control.
"Please, don’t stop Sarah,” Chelsea moaned, her legs trembling with pleasure and anticipation.
“Good girl, keep going…” She whispered, egging Sarah on. She loved how easy it was to dominate Sarah, it fed her own arrogance from years of doing whatever her own husband had asked.
Sarah followed her command, licking and sucking Chelsea's very sweaty feet. She felt a mix of repulsion and excitement as she did it. She never thought she would do something like this, let alone with her best friend Chelsea. But here she was, doing what Kris had asked of her.
Chelsea moaned seductively above her, encouraging her to continue. Her hand reached down to press into her vaginal pound over her shorts. Sarah’s lips and tongues tasted the salt and wetness of her petite and cute feet.
The feeling was strange, but Sarah felt a humiliation but at the same time, an unmatched arousal.
Chelsea continued to egg Sarah on. “That’s it, baby. Keep going,” she purred, spreading her legs even wider. Sarah felt a damp patch on her shorts. She was shocked at how much this humiliating act was making her panties wet. She couldn’t believe this was what it felt like to be completely helpless, and she continued licking and sucking Chelsea's feet. Chelsea rubbed them over Sarah’s face as she continued to enjoy the full foot worship Sarah was giving her, wondering how much further she could push her long suppressed fetish.
Chelsea's foot slipped into Sarah's mouth, then out, followed by the other one. As if in a trance, Sarah took those little toes deep into her mouth, sucking and licking them while Chelsea moaned above her.
As Chelsea enjoyed her first ever foot worship, Sarah was growing more and more humiliated with every moment, her mind racing with what others would think of her if they knew of this. But the feeling of submission and the taste of Chelsea's sweaty feet were too much to deny, and Sarah found herself loving every moment of it.
She knew she had to push past her own limitations in order to win Kris's heart fully, and she was willing to do whatever it took.
Chelsea was in a state of pure bliss, her legs shaking as Sarah expertly worshipped her feet. She had always been turned on by the idea of dominating someone and she was finally getting her chance. She pulled Sarah's face closer to her, letting out a low moan. "That's right, Sarah.
Worship my feet. Make me cum." Chelsea growled, thrilled by this new domination dynamic she found herself in. Sarah's tongue lapped up Chelsea's feet, tasting every inch of her soles and toes, her hair cascaded onto the sheets as she focused on her task.
Chelsea closed her eyes and moaned with each twist of Sarah's tongue, feeling a wave of satisfaction roll through her body. She had never felt so turned on before, and it was only increasing as Sarah worked her magic.
"Like this, Chelsea?" Sarah asked, her words muffled slightly by the foot still in her mouth.
Chelsea groaned in response, reaching down to grip Sarah's hair. She pulled her friend closer, encouraging her to continue her assault on her sensitive feet.
"Yesss," she hissed, her hips starting to move in time with Sarah's licks and sucks. “And for now Sarah, I want you to call me…Miss.” Chelsea whispered, her voice husky with desire.
Sarah nodded, feeling a shiver of pleasure run down her spine as she said the word.
“Yes, Miss.” Sarah replied, her own voice trembling slightly as she spoke.
Chelsea grinned, feeling her clit throb with pleasure at the sight of Sarah submitting to her every desire.
“Good girl.” She praised, running her fingers through Sarah's hair, gripping it tight as she did so. The heat in her own crotch mounting, she couldn’t resist asking Sarah for more.
“Sarah…take off my shorts.” Chelsea whispered, but with command.
Sarah, still on her knees, obeyed. She slowly pulled down Chelsea's shorts, exposing her bare, toned legs and a lacy pair of pink lace designer panties. Sarah felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her as she took in Chelsea's near-nakedness as she could see the growing damp spot thru the thin fabric. However, she was also becoming more and more aroused, her pulse quickening and her skin flushing with warmth as she continued to worship Chelsea's feet.
Chelsea spread her legs wider, inviting Sarah to take things further. Sarah hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. She could smell Chelsea’s musk radiating from her pussy. It reminded her of the small taste of pussy priya had forced upon her at the boutique. She couldnt believe it, but she began to crave it.
“now my top.” Chelsea ordered softly.
Sarah gulped, taking a deep breath before nodding hesitantly and reaching up to tug at the straps of Chelsea's top.
Chelsea lifted her arms above her head lazily, and Sarah carefully peeled off the garment. Revealing a pair of matching lingerie that hugged her curves perfectly.
Sarah felt her eyes widen as she took in Chelsea's nearly naked body, her heart pounding in her chest. She had seen her friend in bikinis and in changing rooms dozens of times, but never like this. She had always been so envious of Chelsea’s tight and beautiful body.
Now, seeing her almost naked, Sarah felt a strange sense of hunger. The thought of Chelsea dominating her, and seducing her, filled Sarah with a sense of excitement she hadn't felt for Kris in weeks. It was do or die. Sarah wanted to satisfy her new master, but she also wanted to taste this forbidden fruit.
Chelsea watched as her innocent best friend studied her body.
Sarah’s eyes roamed over Chelsea's toned abs, their flat stomachs, her thin waist, her perfect, round ass. Then they dropped lower, following the curve of her hips, down her thighs, and stopping at the dark wet patch on her lacy pink underwear.
“your turn , Sarah.” Chelsea said ordering Sarah to remove her shirt and shorts as well.
Sarah obeyed, her hands shaking as she undressed in front of her best friend. Chelsea's gaze lingered on Sarah's body, taking in every inch of her slender frame. She admired sarahs more average but slender build, a body she had never seen before in this light.
Sarah stepped out of her shorts, then pulled her top over her head, standing before Chelsea who lay on her bed, both women in their bra and panties.
Sarah felt her cheeks burning as she stood there, her heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement as Chelsea appraised her body. She couldn’t believe what she had agreed to, but she couldn’t deny the heat building between her legs either.
Chelsea’s eyes roamed over Sarah’s slender but average form, taking in the curves and crevices of her friend's body. Sarah’s bra was a simple cotton design, not particularly sexy, but it hugged her breasts in a way that was both comforting and tantalizing to Chelsea. Sarahs breasts were a full cup size fuller than Chelsea’s, something Chelsea has secretly had always been envious of. She wondered what they looked like under her bra.
Chelsea couldn't take her eyes off Sarah, a low growl forming in her throat.
But the sight of her naked friend's body only served to stoke the fire inside of her, filling her with a newfound strength and determination.
“the undies too….” Chelsea said, feeling powerful. “….slut” Chelsea finished, her voice low and intense.
Sarah's face burned with shame at being spoken to like that -especially by her best friend - but at the same time, she felt a strange sense of arousal. She nodded silently, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pushing them down over her hips.
Chelsea watched as Sarah slowly revealed herself to her, her breath hitching as she took in the sight of her neatly trimmed pussy. She had always known Sarah was attractive, but she had never allowed herself to consider just how beautiful she really was. She watched as the panties peeled away from Sarah’s sticky pussy lips, glistening with arousal. Chelsea was fascinated at how much pussy juice Sarah was dripping.
She couldn't believe she was looking at her best friend's pussy. She was wetter than she could've ever imagined. Chelsea took in every detail: soft curls of hair surrounding slick, flushed lips and the glistening juices that dripped steadily from her swollen opening, onto Sarah's inner thighs.
It was surreal, yet she could feel the heat building in her own pussy, and those intense cravings that had long been suppressed resurfaced. Sarah began to slowly and shamefully remove her bra.
She felt every part of her body burn - with shame, with arousal, and most surprisingly, with a submissive pleasure.
She slid her straps down her shoulders, letting the cups fall away from her breasts. Her nipples pebbled in the cool air and she heard Chelsea inhale sharply. She was embarrassed but couldn’t deny the thrill of being exposed to her best friend.
Chelsea’s eyes widened at the sight of Sarah’s breasts, round and full with pink nipples that looked incredibly sensitive. They weren’t as perky as her own, but a full cup size bigger. Her breasts swayed gently as Sarah removed the last of her underwear and tossed the bra and panties on to the bed, landing next to Chelsea .
Chelsea swallowed hard, unable to take her eyes off her friend’s body. She felt a deep hunger building in her stomach, one that she hadn’t experienced in years.
Without a word, Chelsea instructed Sarah to kneel at the foot of the bed, her legs spread wide. Sarah hesitated for a second, but then she obeyed, settling onto her knees between Chelsea's thighs.
“now take off my bra. And my panties.” Chelsea commanded, her voice husky with desire.
Sarah hesitated for another moment, but then she reached up and undid Chelsea's bra, letting the straps fall from her slender shoulders. She cupped Chelsea's bare breasts, marveling at their softness. Chelsea's nipples were hard and erect, begging for attention.
"Now my panties." Chelsea demanded, her voice gruff with need.
Sarah's hands shook as she reached up and slowly began to slide her underwear down her legs, baring her glistening pussy to Sarah's eyes.
Sarah couldn't help but stare at Chelsea's bare pussy, glistening with arousal. It was pink and swollen, and her outer lips were parted slightly, exposing her wet, inner folds. Sarah could see her friend's clit, hard and throbbing, begging for attention. Her own pussy was soaked. It was perfect and pink in every way.
Sarah had never seen a real, live pussy in such detail before. The only one she had been witness to, was her own. Sarah felt herself growing more aroused by the second, her heart pounding in her chest as she took in the forbidden sight.
Both women were now completely naked and very wet. Chelsea pondered what other filthy acts she could order Sarah to do.
. The thought of dominating her best friend and making her submit to her every whim was fueling Chelsea's growing lust.
Chelsea leaned back against the pillows, spreading her legs wider and inviting Sarah to come closer. "Come here, slut." She beckoned, using a sexually degrading but tantalizingly arousing pet name. She wanted to keep the degradation going, and just then she knew exactly what to do.
"You're going to eat me, Sarah." Chelsea demanded, her voice dripping with sexy arrogance. "Just like Kris wants.”
Sarah could hardly believe it. Less than twenty-four hours ago, she was determined to stay loyal to her husband mark, but since seeing Kris again she was now obeying his every command without question. Now, she found herself on her knees in front of Chelsea, her best friend, about to perform a task she'd never even remotely considered before.
A wave of embarrassment and shame washed over her, but she knew she couldn't back down now. Not after what she'd already done.
As she leaned forward, Chelsea's legs trembled with excitement. She watched as Sarah's face descended towards her aching pussy, her heart pounding in her chest. She let out a low moan as she felt Sarah's hot breath against her throbbing clit, and then she felt the first tentative lick of Sarah's tongue.
The sensation was like nothing she'd ever felt before - it was so dirty, but also incredibly intimate. She couldn't help but let out a loud moan as Sarah's tongue began to explore her folds, her clit, and every inch of her pussy. She thrust her hips upwards, encouraging Sarah to continue.
"That's right, slut. Lick me like the dirty little whore you are." Chelsea gasped, her hands reaching down to grip Sarah's hair, pulling her deeper into her aching pussy.
She couldn’t believe this was happening. Her best friend was eating her out, like some filthy slut in heat.
The feeling of Sarah's tongue and fingers exploring her most intimate parts was unlike anything Chelsea had ever experienced before. She closed her eyes, dropping her head back against the pillow as waves of pleasure washed over her.
"Fuck, yes! suck me, you dirty slut." Chelsea hissed, her hips bucking up against Sarah's face.
Sarah could feel the heat of Chelsea's arousal radiating from her swollen pussy, and she eagerly lapped at her, eager to please.
Chelsea's fingers tightened in Sarah's hair, pulling her closer as Sarah's tongue flicked over her clit, causing her to moan deeper. Chelsea threw her head back and surrendered herself to the building pleasure as Sarah's mouth worked its magic.
"Don't stop," Chelsea moaned, her voice broken with desire.
Her hips rose off the bed as Sarah licked and sucked at her pussy. Sarah found herself getting lost in the sounds and movements of her best friend's body beneath her.
She ran her hands over Chelsea's thighs, feeling her muscles clench and unclench with each wave of pleasure. Sarah's tongue circled Chelsea's clit, then darted in and out of her wet entrance. She could feel herself growing more and more aroused with every moan and gasp that escaped Chelsea's lips. Instinctively, remembering what Kris had taught her, Sarah began to work Chelsea’s entire Gooch. She as she massaged Chelsea’s clit, her tongue and other finger found Chelsea’s tight and ripe ass hole.
a surprised Chelsea gave out a hot quick moan and small pussy spray, unable to control her bladder, at the anal sensations.
She had never experienced that, nor had thought she'd enjoy it; however, her head was spinning, her heart was racing, and every part of her body was screaming for more pleasure.
Sarah's mouth was still working magic along her pussy, licking, sucking, and flicking Chelsea’s clit and ass hole. The feeling was so intense that she couldn’t control her body’s reaction: she thrust her hips upwards forcefully, riding Sarah's face.
Chelsea's moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and arousal. Chelsea egged Sarah to lick deeper into her ass.
“mmm my little lesbo. Clean all the shit from me.” Chelsea moaned.
as Sarah's tongue plunged deeper into her ass.
Sarah’s mind reeled with shock at the command, and her pussy throbbed with desire at the same time. This act was a big no-no, but yet there she was, practically buried in Chelsea’s ass.
Chelsea’s moans grew louder as Sarah obeyed. She pressed her tongue against Chelsea’s tight opening, tasting the bitter mix of soapy cleanliness mingled with a faint scent of feces.
Her mind raced as she began to oblige Chelsea’s disgusting demand. She had never done anything like this before, and she wasn't sure she was ready to go where Chelsea was taking her. But Sarah had always been a people-pleaser and a submissive at heart, and she was determined to give Chelsea and Kris what they wanted.
As Sarah pushed her tongue deeper into Chelsea's tight asshole, Chelsea's moans grew louder. Sarah ate the remnants of Chelsea’s feces direct from her perfect ass.
Sarah lapped her tongue in and out of Chelsea’s tight asshole, getting a mix of repulsion and filthy satisfaction. It was clear she was in her sexual prime and nothing was sexier than seeing her take control.
"Oh my god, oh my god,” Chelsea screamed, writhing on the bed as Sarah tongue plunged deeper into the depth of her ass hole and fingers on her clit.
She moaned uncontrollably as Sarah worked her ass with her mouth, while Chelsea played with her clit.
“Fuck, I’m cumming.
Don’t stop!” Chelsea screamed, her hips bucking wildly as she came harder than she ever had before. Sarah felt Chelsea's whole body convulse, her spine arching and her fingers digging into Sarah's hair as her orgasm ripped through her. She didn't even care that Chelsea's asshole creamed in her mouth.
Sarah relished the taste, it was vile but sexy at the same time. She swallowed every bit of it, glad she had pleased her friend.
Sarah felt Chelsea's body relax and tremble slightly as she came down from her earth-shattering orgasm. Sarah pulled away from Chelsea's ass, slowly kissing up her spine, reaching her neck and then pressing her lips against Chelsea's earlobe.
Chelsea shivered with pleasure and delight at the feeling of Sarah's mouth on her body. She couldn’t believe she let herself do such a disgusting act and worse, that it turned her on so much. Her mind was reeling. What had she just done?
Chelsea's mind raced as she lay there, completely exposed and still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. She had never let anyone go down on her like that before, let alone her best friend. And yet, as she turned her head to look at Sarah, she saw the satisfaction in her eyes.
Sarah looked just as shocked as Chelsea felt, but there was a glint in her green eyes - a glint of desire and excitement. She felt proud of herself for being able to please her best friend and submit to all of Chelsea's demands, even the most disgusting ones. But in that moment, that desperate look only made Chelsea want more. The next nasty disgusting perverted demand popped into her head instantly.
"I want to fuck you, Sarah," Chelsea said, her voice still husky with desire. She rolled onto her side and pushed Sarah down onto her back, the two of them on the bed now face-to-face.
Sarah hesitated, her eyes widening with shock and fear. She wasn't sure she was ready to take things this far, but she knew that she couldn't back down now, not after everything she had already done.
"I want to make you feel good too, Sarah," Chelsea said, running her fingers over Sarah's lips. She pushed Sarah back on to the bed, climbing on top of her, flipping to 69 her.
Chelsea was surprised at how wet she was already, her pussy dripping. She reached between Sarah's legs, her fingers sliding easily through her slick folds.
"Fuck, you're so wet." Chelsea moaned, feeling a surge of satisfaction at the thought of Sarah's arousal. She began to circle Sarah's clit with her fingers, eliciting a low moan from her friend.
Sarah's body trembled beneath Chelsea's touch, the sensation of her friend's fingers on her pussy was almost unbearably arousing. She had never eaten pussy before, but knew exactly what she should do.
She flicked her tongue over Sarah's clit, causing her friend to moan deeply.
Instinctively Sarah began to rock her hips against Chelsea's face, urging her on. Sarah threw her head back, exposing her neck, desperate for more.
Chelsea pushed two fingers into Sarah's aching pussy, her rhythm matching Sarah's movements as the two of them moved together.
Her other hand roamed over Sarah's body, tracing her curves and occasionally tweaking a nipple.
Chelsea's fingers trailed down to Sarah's wet, swollen pussy, and she couldn't help but dip them in the juices that flowed freely from her friend. Sarah's moans of pleasure sounded sweeter than music to Chelsea's ears.
Chelsea longed to take things further, to take everything from Sarah and make her accept every perverse desire that until now, had only existed in Chelsea's mind. She knew Sarah was unsure, but there was a fire burning inside of her, a life-force that could not be denied. She was shocked at the volume of pussy juice Sarah produced. It dropped from her pussy like a bubbling fountain - a sticky syrup substance that Chelsea was getting all over the bed, Sarah’s thigh, and her own face and hands.
Sarah's juices were coating Chelsea's face and fingers, and Chelsea continued to penetrate her faster, harder, and deeper. Sarah was moaning and crying out in pleasure, squirming and grinding hard against Chelsea's mouth.
Chelsea had never felt so empowered or so dirty, but she couldn’t help the arousal coursing through her body.
Her mind was completely consumed by sexual energy as she pushed two fingers deeply into Sarah's tight pussy and curled them upwards in the classic "come hither" motion.