I looked to my left, past Krystal, the American Hotel Manager, and beyond the Brenda Ltd. board members line. As the first VIPs approached, I could not see them, but I knew David and Sarah were somewhere down there, lost in the lights and bustle that the hotel opening had brought.
One by one, I shook each VIP’s hand and then smiled as a cameraman took our photo, first with me, then with Brenda, and occasionally with both of us together. I had earlier noticed that on the guest list, it stated that Brenda was the proprietor and Clare was her partner. That observation made me joke with my older girlfriend about whether it meant I now had a position on her company board. It was a remark that caused Brenda to chuckle, though she didn’t say no.
After shaking an older man’s hand, I glanced left again, looking for him. Sometimes, I found the effect David had on me irritating. I was here with Brenda, happy and content. Her hand on my bottom was giving me little shivers as it reminded me of the fantastic, fulfilling sex we had last night. Despite this, my eyes were still drawn towards him; he looked so smartly dressed in his tuxedo.
Then he was directly in front of me, standing there, that glint in his eye as he leaned in to kiss me. But I was with Brenda, the press looking on, photographing every guest. We didn’t need unwanted questions or to cause a scene and embarrass my girlfriend on her big day.
At the last minute, I turned my neck, and he kissed my cheek.
“I am with Brenda tonight,” I whispered, hoping he would understand. Then, seeing his annoyed look, I quickly added, “David, I borrowed the car so I could be with you!”
I had hoped those quick whispered words would reassure him.
“No, Karen.”
It was a cruel remark, as he well knew. I had wanted her here, but she hadn’t been invited, as with all the press around, I needed to stay close to Brenda.
As we shook hands, I looked at Sarah. She shrugged back. It appeared she was as surprised at our shared boyfriend’s remark as I was.
Then David did something completely unexpected. He leaned in and kissed Brenda right on the lips in front of all the cameras, calmly saying, “Nice hotel.”
Brenda looked suddenly flustered, her hand squeezing my bottom hard. She probably had not received a kiss from a man since she had been with her ex-husband, Hugo.
David’s surprise action left me unsure of whether to laugh or cry.
“You haven’t gone straight on us, Brenda,” an older lady loudly remarked. She was standing in the line behind Sarah, and it was a comment that caused those around me to laugh, including my now-recovered girlfriend.
Although I had heard a lot about Jean, I had never met her until Brenda introduced us. She was her old business partner and first lesbian lover. I also knew that she was later going to cut the ribbon to officially open the Sea View (Art Deco) Hotel.
*****
As Brenda delivered her speech, I glanced across the room towards David’s table. It appeared that he and Sarah were enjoying themselves despite his earlier embarrassing behaviour. However, Brenda later informed me that the City Echo photo of David kissing her was, as she put it, “publicity gold dust, and it might even make the fucking national papers gossip columns.”
When Brenda told me that, I relaxed and giggled as I pictured David’s face as he learnt that information.
It was not long after that David appeared. He had come to apologise but only learnt that my butch lesbian girlfriend was “absolutely delighted” with the photograph of him kissing her.
His reaction was a loud groan, and I couldn’t help laughing before chasing after him. I needed him to understand that, even though I loved him, in public with Brenda, I could not kiss him like I wanted to. Grabbing his hand, I pulled him into the nearest room and kissed him with all my love and passion.
He seemed to melt, and then, as we broke apart, grinned.
I gasped before kissing him again, saying, “David, I do love you; just allow me to have my fun tonight.”
“As you now know, I couldn’t kiss you in front of the press.”
It was only then that I heard a loud cough, and we turned around. I realised that we were standing in the men’s toilets.
I giggled, “I better get going.” Then I had a quick thought, as I wanted to make sure my boyfriend watched me dancing with Millie. So I quickly added, “David, don’t miss the first dance.”
He groaned, “What is that going to be, you and Brenda?”
“Just watch,” I repeated as I quickly exited the men’s, hoping that he would stay and watch me dance. I wanted to keep him interested in me. Neither David nor Brenda knew that I used to dance to a junior competition standard, so it was going to be a surprise for both of them.
Soon afterwards, I found myself on the dance floor with Millie in front of a surprised hotel audience. We had only practised together once, but we were both accomplished ballroom dancers, so a waltz was not an issue, while the Charleston was an individual dance that I had practised at Brenda’s empty apartment.
After surprising the unshakeable Brenda with my ballroom dancing, I took Millie’s hand and introduced her to David and Sarah. As I did so, I couldn’t help smiling, as both my boyfriend and his other girlfriend seemed shocked that I could dance.
They congratulated me.
Once Millie had left her club’s business cards with David and Sarah, we returned to Brenda, where I kissed her. Then I told her that we both needed a shower, so Millie and I would be going up to our room. Then, with a knowing grin, I whispered to my girlfriend, “Care to join us?”
Brenda’s look was one of surprise, then a warm smile lit up her face, and she nodded.
“You are certainly full of surprises, my dear,” she chuckled and followed us out of the room.
Though we did need a shower first, Brenda knew we were going to the honeymoon suite primarily to fuck. Brenda’s and my room came complete with a four-poster bed and a massive ensuite, which had both a large bathtub and a shower built for two.
As soon as the door closed, Millie and I kissed. With Brenda looking on, our tongues explored the other’s mouth, the sexual chemistry growing with every touch.
Brenda had agreed to watch us. However, my girlfriend also mentioned that at some point she would be joining us and using her strap-on cock to fuck me. She seemed to know that Millie did not play with sex toys.
With this agreed, Millie and I headed for the shower; it was the first time I had a chance to take in her naked body. She was tall and slender—what I would call a dancer’s frame. Just like me, she had long legs, though unlike me, she had a big bush of black hair between her legs and small tits. Her breasts were even smaller than Karen’s, and they made her dark, erect nipples look overly long.
However, none of that was what sexually attracted me to Millie; it was her flawless dancer’s bottom. It was tight, inverted-shaped, and despite being in her forties, didn’t have a hint of cellulite. Even though I was disappointed that I couldn’t fuck Millie with my newly acquired piece, I was still looking forward to exploring with my mouth such a wonderful work of nature.
Our shower was short, just enough to wash the sweat off from dancing, but like the soap, our hands did wander. Touching here or there, getting that understanding of each other’s body. It felt like we were limbering up for what was going to happen as soon as we hit the bed.
Millie and I made our way back to the bedroom, our bodies still glistening with water droplets from the barely used towels. I noticed that Brenda had removed her tuxedo suit and was now only supporting BR, the large black strap-on cock, which she had specially made for me. It was huge, measuring nine inches in length and very thick in diameter.
“No need to fucking worry, Millie. This is exclusively for Clare; she’s going to need it! You may even get off watching me fuck her with it; after all, lately, she cannot get enough of BR.”
Millie stayed quiet, and I sensed a little tension between the two ladies. It was true to say that when it came to using sex toys for sexual pleasure, they were polar opposites. However, my body had silently trembled at my bull girlfriend’s truthful words. Brenda had been fucking me with BR at every opportunity since she first acquired it three weeks ago, and I now found my pussy once again eagerly waiting to be filled with it.
I impatiently pulled Millie onto the four-poster bed. I wasn’t sure why, but I had wanted her since the first time we met. Brenda was almost completely forgotten as Millie rolled into the centre of the bed.
We kissed, our hands once again getting to know each other’s bodies as we made out. Then, with some urgency, my mouth worked down Millie’s body, her tongue then turning towards my wanton flesh. She first kissed my neck as I turned, then rolled on her back as our mutual pecks worked lower down each other’s bodies, towards our molten cores.
I soon found my face in her rug of pubic hair. My tongue was probing, my licking getting ever closer to our common goal as we slipped into a sixty-nine position. Then, as our legs spread open to accommodate each other’s heads, Millie cried out, “Oh, that’s so good.”
The verbal encouragement enticed me to plunge deeper. Though I had never done this with Brenda, I was very experienced at eating pussy, and I knew my way around another woman’s body. I gave small, gentle licks over and over again, just brushing my partner’s engorged clitoris before my tongue plunged into her sodden hole and I started to fuck Millie with it.
As I continued to lick and probe, Millie’s tongue was working its magic between my legs. She ran it along my open slit and swirled around my clit. I gasped and cried out when she did it again and again.
“Oh, God,” she murmured as my tongue probed deeper, and I felt Millie’s finger slide into me, causing me to groan in her wetness. Now realising what she liked, it wasn’t long before I was doing the same.
Millie and I worked each other’s pussies, her sexual cries matched by ones of my own as we licked, probed, and fingered each other. Our faces glistened, covered in each other’s pussy juice. Brenda was close, and I knew she was watching, hopefully enjoying the show.
In a surge of sexual energy, Millie rolled me over. I was lying on my back, and I caught a glimpse of Brenda looking on. Then my world went dark as Millie sat on my face and adjusted her position, her cunt right on top of my mouth.
“I have been looking forward to doing this with you, Clare,” she groaned as she started to ride my face. First queening me and then sliding her cunt along it. The action reminded me of those days when I used to ride horses, with Millie’s pussy juice now flooding my world of darkness. Her girly taste was sweet yet strong.
My needy pussy was now empty and in need of attention. I spread my legs wide, hoping, but Millie rode on. As she did so, my hands spread her flawless buttocks, and my tongue probed, hoping for a taste of her puckered hole.
“Fuck, you’re good, Clare,” I heard Millie scream through the darkness, my mouth suddenly awash with her pussy’s juices. I could hardly breathe as she pressed home her advantage, my nose hard against her arsehole, my cunt untouched.
I waved my legs around, hoping for some pussy attention from Millie, but she seemed to only want to get herself off. She came again, riding my face, her delicious elixir flooding my mouth. My tongue continued to probe; it was stuck halfway up her cunt, and then she slid forward, and my tongue slid into her ass. Its musky essence was so different from the flavour of her pussy.
Then I felt a familiar feeling—something hard and large pushing into my wanton cunt. Brenda had come to my rescue, filling my needy hole. She pushed home her BR piece and started to fuck me, my gasps muffled by Millie’s wet, hairy pussy.
From then on, it was all about Brenda fucking me as she got herself and me off while Millie continued to enjoy herself riding my face. While our threesome was good, it was also underwhelming, as I had expected more from my dance partner. Though I did not say anything, I felt that if it weren’t for Brenda, I wouldn’t have climaxed at all.
Later, with Millie long gone, Brenda and I faced each other while relaxing in the huge bath, a sea of bubbles covering our naked bodies.
“Do you know Millie very well?” I asked, wondering.
“Not well, but she is a member of L1C,” Brenda replied, her knowing face almost smiling at me.
L1C was an abbreviation for the Lesbian 100 Club, a secretive private club restricted to one hundred wealthy and influential lesbians. Membership came with several benefits. This included access to explicit photos of young lesbian girls, just like me.
It was Brenda who supplied both the photos and models, always aged eighteen or above, and they earned excellent money for displaying their talent. It was something I had done many times. However, unlike the others, I always refused to sign the model release form as I didn’t want my uninhibited photos going further than my girlfriend’s private studio.
But there was something else; the club had a seedier side. It was one that Brenda told me she didn’t get involved with. If the girls wanted to, they could prostitute themselves to the wealthy club members.
After a little thought, I stated, “Millie is not like Karen. I had hoped to have regular sex with her, but if she doesn’t like penetration…” My thoughts drifted away.
Brenda chuckled. “Not all lesbian ladies do, and I guess that might apply to a few straight women too.”
I looked at my butch lesbian girlfriend and then boldly asked, “Do you like receiving penetration?” I knew all her expensive handmade fake cocks slipped into her vagina and, just like mine, worked off rubbing both your G-spot and clitoris.
The fact that I had asked such a question seemed to shock Brenda, perhaps even more than my earlier surprise ballroom dancing had done. She went unusually quiet; I didn’t know if she was thinking or was genuinely upset that I should ask such a personal question.
I was just about to apologise when she perhaps surprisingly answered.
“Honestly, Clare, I don’t know, as it is not something I have given that much thought.”
She paused, once again thinking.
“You know how I get off, and I like to be in control. Once I discovered these things,” Brenda said, pointing to the bathroom cabinet and the BR piece sitting on top of it. “I never wanted to look back, and if you ask me if I’m curious about what it might feel like to be fucked by another dyke the way I do it to you, the answer is fucking no.”
“However, if you are saying you want to fuck me… Well, I guess that might be different, but the answer will still be no. Though, I do admit, you have opened my eyes to many new things. None of my previous seventeen girlfriends would have seduced their dance teacher and brought them to my room for a threesome.”
I accepted Brenda’s words with a warm smile, turned around in the bath, and snuggled back into her.
“I had hoped to see Millie regularly, but in bed, she was a bit of a disappointment,” I reflected.
“My dear, are you saying that I am better than Millie in bed?”
I could feel the warm titter in her voice.
“You know you are Brenda—far better,” I truthfully replied. “I also kept thinking of Karen and my sex life with her. Millie may have a perfect bottom, but she was a selfish lover. I have decided that I’m not going to sleep with her again.”
Brenda chuckled, “You need to consider this, my dear. It is all part of your lesbian education.”
I groaned on hearing what was becoming my bull lesbian’s catchphrase. Despite this, I gently pushed myself back into her embrace, with Brenda’s arms encircling my body and cuddling me. I felt content and safe with the warm bathwater lapping around us. My thoughts were Brenda’s last words, and the more I thought about them, the more I realised that she was right!
