How It Happened
by Layla
(F/F, bd, humil)
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This is for Jane. Please don't think I'm awful.
I had gone on vacation with two friends after graduating from college last year. We had taken two weeks of vacation but they both found jobs right before graduation so they could only stay for five days even though they had paid for the full two weeks.
Anyway, on the third day one of their friends from high school ran into us while we were there and she just started hanging out with us. I didn't know her so I didn't really care. She was ok but she was kind of pushy and was always being really pushy with me. Telling me what to wear when we went out and telling me to go topless on the beach. Stuff like that.
On the day that my friends left we started drinking early and then they left for the airport. She and I went to the beach and she started again about me going topless. I wasn't going to but I was kind of buzzed and she just kept staring at me and it was just the way she said it and stared at me like I had to take it off- and so I did. I was embarrassed (I know I was blushing really bad) but I did, and she made me hand my top to her.
She put my top in her beach bag and, I'll never forget this, she told me that I was a good girl. As she said it she did the strangest thing; she looked in my eyes and ran her finger over my lips. She kept saying that I was a good girl and I just involuntarily opened my lips and she slipped her finger between my lips. She just kept looking into my eyes and smiling as I sucked on her finger. I didn't know what in the world was wrong with me, letting her do that to me.
We laid on the beach and she kept buying drinks for me. At some point she made me let her put suntan oil on me. We were off to the side of the resort's private beach and I guess I was so buzzed that I wasn't really thinking straight. She didn't even ask, she just opened the bottle of oil and poured it on me and started oiling me down. I didn't even protest. I don't know why. And she just kept saying I was a good girl while she rubbed oil all over me.
I know this makes me sound like such a whore, but I'm really not - I swear. I don't know why I let her do that, but she just kept smiling and making me gaze into her eyes as she did it.
When we got up to go back to our rooms to get ready for dinner I was really drunk. I almost couldn't walk back. I remember kind of stumbling back to my room and she was helping me. I really don't know how I got in - I don't really remember. I remember her helping me into the shower and getting me into bed, but just small things after that. I was sleeping really deeply and just kind of coming in and out. I remember kind of waking up and she was moving me around on the bed and telling me to go back to sleep.
I don't know what time it was but I kind of woke up and it was night time. I woke up slowly and something was wrong but I kind of couldn't tell what because I was so out of it. I was really hot but I couldn't tell why and I was having trouble getting up. It was so strange. And then I realized that I couldn't move. I was tied to the bed. She had tied me spread-eagled to the bed while I was sleeping. I started to panic and then I felt her running her fingers down the side of my face and whispering that I shouldn't be afraid into my ear. She was right there. Next to me.
I was so scared and I kept asking her what she was doing and she said that she had wanted to do this to me since she met us the first day. She was speaking very softly and running her fingers along my body. Kissing my neck and cheek and ears and whispering how beautiful I was. I kept asking her to please let me up and she just laughed and kissed me and kept running her fingernails over my skin lightly. I was so scared but I don't know what was wrong with me.
She was circling my nipples very lightly and they're really sensitive and I wanted her to stop and I was pleading with her. I told her that I have a boyfriend and to please stop but she just wouldn't. She was biting my neck lightly and running her nails down over my belly lightly and I just kept wanting her to stop because I didn't want to do this and then she ran her fingers very lightly through my pubic hair and across my pussy and I gasped. Because I lifted my hips. It was like I couldn't control my body.
She laughed and kept running her fingers lightly over my pussy lips and I moaned. I didn't know what was wrong with me. I wasn't a lesbian. I have a boyfriend. It was so wrong. I don't know why I was getting so wet but I was. I could feel it. I was begging her to stop and kind of crying but she wouldn't stop. She told me that I wanted it because I was such a whore and she knew it. And to prove it she took her wet finger and rubbed it over my lips. It was so wrong and I didn't want to do it but I let her slip her finger between my lips again. I moaned softly because she was looking into my eyes and smiling like she knew what was going on inside me. It was so wrong but I couldn't stop her and it was like she knew it.
She kept teasing me, touching me everywhere and I was straining against the ropes that she had tied me down with. I was sweating. She would get me really close to cumming and she would stop. She would stop touching me or rubbing me and just watch me, or run her fingers over my thighs or tummy. Or she would start kissing my neck while I laid there and panted and moaned. I had stopped asking her to stop.
Finally she turned my face to hers and kissed me very deeply and told me that she knew I was a lesbian whore and that I wanted her to let me cum. I was practically crying because I needed to cum so badly. I didn't want her to do this to me but I couldn't stop. She told me that all I had to do was beg. Just beg her to let me cum like the whore that I was. I couldn't believe it when I heard myself asking her to please let me cum.
But that wasn't good enough. She told me that I had to say, "Please let me cum. I'm a dirty whore and I need to cum." I was crying as I said it, but I said it. I was a whore. She straddled me and kissed me and then stared into my eyes and told me that I was her whore. And if I wanted to come I had to keep repeating it until she let me cum. She held me by my throat and began kissing down my body and I was repeating it over and over. I was her whore.
I wanted her to stop. I really did. But I couldn't. I was moaning like a slut and telling her over and over that I was her whore. I remember my body, covered in sweat, straining against the ropes, moaning over and over that I was her whore, shuddering like the whore I was when my orgasm washed over me.
After I recovered she was still licking me softly and began kissing her way up my body. I asked her to please let me up and she just laughed and told me that I was her whore and that she would do what she wanted with her whore. Then she started all over. Making me want her. Teasing me. Making me cry. I needed to cum again and she told me I could only cum after I properly worshipped her. I would have done anything for release.
I was panting, begging her to let me worship her so that I could cum. She crawled up my body and smiled, asking if I was ready to do anything for her - since I was her whore. I remember moaning as I said yes. I knew I was agreeing to something that was so wrong but I couldn't stop. She crawled over me and straddled my face, facing my feet.
I remember not realizing what she wanted and her laughing and telling me to "Stop being a silly whore and to lick her perfect rosebud." I hesitated because I didn't know what to do and she started running her nails over my nipples again and then taking one fingernail and circling my clit. I was moaning softly as she lowered her rosebud to my lips and I'll never forget thinking what a whore I was as I gladly began softly licking her. But I didn't care. I wanted to lick her. She did own me.
That was just the beginning. She did things to me for the rest of the vacation. She collared and leashed me, made me crawl, beg, recite that I was her lesbian whore and that I belonged to her. And she was able to because she had filmed it all. She told me that if I didn't she would send it to my boyfriend and my two friends who had been there with us. She owned me.