Lauras Story

By Miranda Mars

Published on Aug 2, 2023

Lesbian

As if she didn't have enough troubles, now that she had been

to bed both with Yvette and Yvette's teenaged sister, Laura met a

tall, thin, gorgeous model at a press reception. The girl was

stunning. Nearly every man in the place clustered around her,

though she was a head or more taller than most of them. She was

black, with shoulder-length hair, big gold hoops for earrings, and

the longest legs Laura had ever seen, even longer than Yvette's, in

black net stockings.

Laura felt familiar stirrings when she looked at the beautiful

black girl, but she tried to ignore them, feeling she didn't have

much of a chance. The girl was obviously enjoying the attention of

the men. Later, however, she ran into the girl, whose name or whose

stage name, at least, was Angelique, in the ladies room.

She couldn't help staring, and Angelique noticed. She stared

back.

"I'm sorry," Laura said, embarrassed. "I guess you don't get

many women staring at you."

"On the contrary," the girl smiled. "It happens all the time.

Some are jealous, some are envious, some are racist. Some just want

to fuck me."

She left a very meaningful moment for Laura to fill. Her dark

eyes sparkled with cheerful malice and electrifying sex. Laura

didn't know if it was an invitation or a threat.

But she wasn't bold enough to admit being in the last

category.

"I guess I just think . . . you're stunning," she said softly,

letting her eyes smoke a little, ambiguously, to show the girl she

wasn't intimidated.

Angelique winked, instantly becoming more friendly. "You

ain't so bad yourself, dear," she deadpanned. "In the gorgeous

department, we're a pair."

Laura giggled and relaxed a little. They went back to the

party, stopping at the bar for drinks, and were soon both surrounded

by men. Finally, Angelique whispered to her, "Either we each choose

one, or we get out of here together, so they think we're dating."

"I'm with you," Laura smiled.

They went back to Angelique's hotel room.

"Want a vodka?" she asked Laura. "I always carry a bottle,

but I don't have anything else. Just for a nightcap. Helps me

sleep."

They sat in the small hotel room, Angelique on the bed, Laura

in the chair, drinking from the bathroom glasses.

"Is your name really Angelique?" Laura asked.

She shook her head. "Sandra Robinson. Angelique is my

'stage' name." She grimaced. "I pose for those naked girl

magazines. And make videos. You have to have a stage name."

Laura was fascinated. "I've never met anyone who did that,"

she said.

"It's fun. I have a good body, and I get paid pretty well.

You'd do great too. You have a great body too."

Laura blushed slightly. "You think so?"

Sandra was dressed in a tight-fitting black evening dress that

left more of her body naked than covered. Her very short skirt

revealed nearly every inch of her incredible long legs, and her body

from the armpits up was completely bare. She wasn't coal black like

Yvette or Chanitra, just a rich chocolate hue, her shoulders and

neck perfectly shaped, her back flawless and smooth. Laura still

found it hard not to stare.

"You do videos too?" she asked. "Do you have to . . . you

know, do it with somebody in them?"

Sandra smiled slowly. "The company that shoots them does

those, but I've only done solos. You know, take off your clothes,

masturbate. One of mine was big seller because I actually came

while making it. It was a big hit."

Laura could feel the sexual electricity in the air. She

wondered if Sandra felt it too.

"They make videos with two girls in them, too," she said,

lowering her eyelids, giving Laura a veiled, ambiguous look.

Laura felt her pulse pound. "You actually had a . . . climax

while taping one?" she asked. "Aren't there people there? Staring

at you?"

"Why Laura," Sandra said with mock big eyes. "You must have

somebody there when you climax. At least half the time, right?"

Laura giggled softly, sexually hypnotized by the beautiful

tall girl. "What a turn on," she said, softly. "It must have made

the guys doing the taping really want you."

Sandra smiled. "Only one guy. But it was like having five

guys. He nearly put me in a hospital bed, girl. No sooner did he

turn that camera off then he was all over me like white on rice.

I'd hardly finished coming."

"I guess you'd better stop," Laura said, feeling herself

growing hotter by the second. "You're beginning to get me excited."

"Really?" Sandra grinned, amused and fairly excited herself.

"Me too. I never told anybody about it. But it really was wild.

He fucked me three times. My video was their biggest seller for six

months. I made several thousand bucks off it."

Laura could feel her whole being throbbing as the two girls'

eyes locked. "You never made any videos with another . . . person?"

she asked, diffidently.

Sandra shook her head. "They wanted me to. Still want me to.

They have this other girl who's a big star in their magazines.

Really gorgeous, shorter than me, with these really beautiful big

breasts." She showed Laura with her hands. "Not just big, like

some, but really beautiful, know what I mean? Beautifully shaped.

Her name is Shawn. They wanted us to do a video together."

"You didn't want to."

Sandra smiled with charming shyness. "I've never done

anything like that. I mean, some girls do want me. Like I told

you back at that party, in the bathroom. But I never accepted."

She looked down at her knees. Laura knew they were getting

too close to what they were both feeling.

"Anyway, they thought it would be a great contrast, I guess,"

Sandra went on, as if to distract them both. "I'm tall, thin, small

breasts. She's short, big breasts."

"I guess you'd better stop," Laura whispered again.

"Still getting you excited?" Sandra asked, squinting playfully

and yet alluringly at Laura from a sidelong glance.

Laura looked down at her fingers. When she looked up,

Sandra's eyes were throbbing with sex, as she knew her own were.

Neither of them could deny what was happening in this small hotel

room. Sandra uncrossed her long, fantastic legs and watched Laura's

eyes on them.

She stood up. Reaching down with one hand, she took Laura's

hand and drew Laura up too, onto her feet. Laura still had her

glass in one hand. Sandra took it and set it down on the dresser.

"I was telling the truth when I said I've never done this,"

she whispered.

Their faces were just inches from each other. Laura could

feel Sandra's warm breath on her skin. Her eyes fell to Sandra's

full, sensual mouth, lips moist and parted slightly.

"Just don't say anything," she whispered back.

Slowly, slowly, their mouths came together, until they were in

the middle of a patient, searching kiss before either one knew how

it had started. Laura ran her fingertips up and down the smooth

dark skin of Sandra's naked back. Two of her fingers grazed the top

of Sandra's zipper, then flittered away. Should I unzip it? she

wondered.

She kissed Sandra's neck, her bare shoulder, behind her ear.

Sandra was panting softly, trembling a little. Laura's lips found

the hollow under Sandra's collarbone, then her throat. Then their

mouths met again, more searingly this time.

Laura's fingertips grazed the zipper again. This time she

grasped it and inched it down. Sandra's body tensed, but she didn't

try to stop Laura. But then she pulled her mouth away from Laura's

and reached behind her back with both hands. Quickly, she unzipped

the small dress. It slid away from her naked body.

The dress had bra cups inside it, and, except for black lace

panties and black lace stockings, Sandra was naked. She had small

beautiful breasts with round black nipples, and before her skimpy

dress had slid down her thighs to the floor, Laura was cradling them

in her palms, kissing Sandra's neck, murmuring softly to her.

"I want you . . . I want you."

"Don't talk . . . please," Sandra said, gasping with pleasure

as Laura's lips closed over one of her thick, erect nipples.

Laura held the small firm globe in both hands, tonguing the

girl's beautiful big nipple, teasing and sucking it, nipping it,

sucking half of Sandra's breast into her mouth, giving her the full

treatment. Sandra was quivering and moaning in seconds.

Laura did the same thing to the girl's other exquisite breast,

until Sandra's nipples were hard and wet and she was whimpering

helplessly. Quickly, they both unbuttoned Laura's blouse, and

Sandra herself unclasped Laura's bra. She squeezed Laura's perfect

breasts, and they fell sideways onto the bed, with Sandra on her

back and Laura leaning over her, dangling her beautiful breasts in

Sandra's face.

Sandra held them in her hands and guided one swollen nipple

between her lips, sucking Laura urgently, passionately. Laura threw

her head back and pushed her breast into the girl's mouth, moaning

and luxuriating in the hot pleasure that shot through her body.

Sandra was a beginner but not a gentle one. She squeezed

Laura's breasts at the same time that she sucked Laura's nipples,

sucking hard, squeezing hard, and Laura was almost unable to control

her lust.

"Oh god!" she gasped, whimpering uncontrollably. "Oh . . .

Sandra . . . ohhhh!"

"Am I doing it too hard?" Sandra asked.

Laura kissed her. "I want to fuck you," Laura murmured

against her teeth, her eyes smoky with need.

She saw that Sandra's were the same. Sandra kissed her back.

"Please," she murmured in a small, husky voice. "Please. Hurry."

Quickly Laura unzipped her skirt and pushed it and her panties

off. Sandra started to skim her own panties down her hips, but

Laura grabbed her hand.

"No. Let me do it. Please."

She wanted every inch of this tall, slender, dark and

beautiful girl to herself. And even though they were both already

so aroused that they might fall on each other like savage she-wolves

and thrash through several climaxes in a minute or so, Laura wanted

to draw it out, to prolong the suspense and heighten the ecstacy,

particularly for Sandra.

She slowly kissed Sandra's flat, silky dark midriff, then her

soft smooth belly, inching the elastic band of the panties down just

below her lips, until she reached the top fringe of Sandra's muff.

Then she slowly pulled Sandra's panties halfway down Sandra's

thighs, kissing them, admiring their lean, smooth beauty and deep

chocolate color, bringing soft mewlings from deep in Sandra's throat

as she kissed the warm inner flesh.

She skimmed the panties all the way off, then began lovingly

removing each long mesh stocking, caressing and kissing each shapely

long leg as she did. By the time she had both stockings off, Sandra

was writhing and moaning with intense need.

"God . . . Laura, please!" she begged, kissing Laura's mouth

frantically, her eyes filled with desperate, thrilling lust.

Now Laura hovered over her supine, long, beautiful lean body,

dangling her breasts in Sandra's face, then sweeping them down

Sandra's body and letting their swollen nipples brush and kiss,

driving them both crazy with hot, urgent desire for each other.

Lower Laura went, sliding down Sandra's writhing flesh, until her

mouth was only inches from the dewy petals of Sandra's oozing slit.

She slipped the tip of her tongue between the parted cuntlips,

and Sandra gasped and clenched her entire body in excitement.

"Oh! Oh god!" she panted. "Unh! Unh!"

Laura slid both hands under the girl's firm buns and cradled

them in her palms as she began to lick Sandra's sweet, glistening

pussy and tongue her clit. Sandra was already in a heightened state

of arousal, and Laura's tongue on her pussy drove her to the edge of

a fierce orgasm in just seconds. Her wonderful lean body writhed

and clenched, and she moaned and mewled uncontrollably, pumping her

hips, pinching her breasts with her hands, arching her back

convulsively.

"Ohhhhhhnnn! Oh! Unggh! Oh yes! Oh . . . please!" she

moaned, her pelvis churning as she pushed her juice-streaming pussy

up into Laura's face.

Sandra's frenzy of lust excited Laura so much that she almost

had a sympathy orgasm. She really poured on the heat, slurping and

sucking Sandra's pussy roughly, mouth-raping the poor shuddering

girl until Sandra exploded in sharp spasms of coming.

"Anngghh! Oh! Ungghmmngggiieeeee!" she cried out, flipping

and surging, her whole body tensed and clenching with jolts of

searing ecstacy.

It was a long, long orgasm, and Laura did everything she could

to prolong it even further. When it was over, Sandra, bleary-eyed

and stunned by the force of it, propped herself up on her elbows,

looking down her long body at Laura, who was still between her

thighs. She smiled through the shock.

"Aren't you going to even kiss me after that one?" she

whispered softly.

Laura slid up and they kissed with touching tenderness.

"You know," Sandra said, "I've been to bed with lots of men.

Not one of them ever made me come like you just did."

"I'm glad," Laura murmured, caressing Sandra's small,

beautiful breasts, wanting to fuck her again, wanting to be fucked

by her too.

"I wish I could do the same for you," Sandra said, shyly.

"I've never done it."

"I know."

"You've done it, though. Haven't you. This isn't something

you just . . . discovered."

Laura blushed slightly.

"I mean, you don't look like a lesbian," Sandra said.

"I . . . don't think of myself as a lesbian," Laura said, in a

barely audible whisper.

"Do you go to bed with men?"

"Yes."

"But you prefer girls?"

"I prefer you."

"Can I . . . eat you, the way you did me? Will you mind if

I'm kind of clumsy? Or slow at it?"

"Mmmmm, slow is what I like," Laura murmured, frenching her

ear. "Just do whatever you want to me. I almost came when you did,

it was so exciting. I think if you breathe on my clit, I'll

explode. You're so beautiful."

"Laura, I've never had any sex like this," Sandra said,

solemnly. "It's so . . . so powerful." Her eyes throbbed

hypnotically, locked with Laura's. "I want you. I want you."

She slid down Laura's naked body, between Laura's yawning

thighs. Carefully, she slipped her tongue between the glistening

wet lips of Laura's open pussy and began to lick it. Laura's back

arched, and she moaned softly.

It took only seconds for her to get out of control. Sandra

was inexperienced, but not gentle, as Laura had already discovered

when the girl had kissed and sucked her breasts. Laura's sexual

excitement excited Sandra, and her tentative tongue gave way to a

hot, slurping, sucking, stabbing attack that had Laura coming

exultantly in about a minute.

"Auungghh! Oh! Oh god!" Laura cried out as the spasms began

to rip through her churning body. "Oh! Unngghhmmmnnggeeee! Oh god

oh Sandra ohhhhhh!"

Her orgasm was sweet and intense, and Sandra's happiness

afterward at having given Laura such pleasure, made it sweeter. The

lean, intense girl had a physical passion and sexual stamina that

rivaled Chanitra's, and Laura spent the night in her hotel room in

an almost constant delirium of ecstacy, fucking Sandra and being

fucked in return until by morning neither could continue.

They slept, ordered room service, and fucked again until noon.

By that time both of them had lost count of their climaxes, though

Laura, who had done this before, knew it was some kind of record,

even for her. Sandra was a quick and easy comer, though the more

drawn out, excruciatingly intense orgasms that came after the early,

exuberant, fast ones came harder to her. But even a long one took

no more than three or four minutes to erupt.

And so, Laura figured, they must have had about thirty apiece.

But even after they had both dressed, and Sandra was ready to check

out of the hotel, she couldn't stop herself from dragging Laura back

down onto the bed, tearing off Laura's blouse, pulling down Laura's

bra, getting her hand under Laura's skirt and panties, and sucking

Laura's breasts and hand-fucking her pussy so feverishly that Laura

came in seconds, squealing and twisting in thrilling convulsions of

lust.

"See what you've done to me?" Sandra panted. "I can't keep my

hands off you."

Laura hadn't really been ravished this way, her clothes ripped

off and her body roughly violated, in a long time.

"You're a mad rapist," she teased Sandra, kissing her.

"First person I ever raped, too," Sandra said.

She helped Laura pull her disheveled clothes back together.

"I hope I didn't tear anything. I just thought, god, I may

never see her again. I've got to have her one last time."

"But you will see me again."

"When?"

Laura gave Sandra her address and phone number.

"But I live in L.A.," Sandra said plaintively.

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder," Laura teased, french

kissing her heatedly. "Just don't go fucking with that Shawn who

has the big beautiful breasts, now that you know it can be fun."

Sandra's eyes sparkled devilishly. "Don't give me ideas. You

have to come down and visit me next time."

"How about in two weeks. I can take an extra day on the

weekend."

"Great! God, I can't wait."

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The Laura story chapters are now available, in both text and html formats,

on the ASS html archive site at http://www.asstr.org/~laura. Text files may

also be downloaded via FTP at ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/laura.

The chapters are now also available in html format at http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/miranda/index.html.

© Copyright Miranda Mars, 1999-2008. It is unlawful to reprint or otherwise

distribute this material without the written consent of the author.

Next: Chapter 28


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