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Cobra in a Black Dress

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“Oh yes, unh, yes, we can do that, uhh, sure, tomorrow, ahh, three thirty, uhh, okay, see you then, uhhh…Mariss’ you lil’ devil!”

Andrea Vaughn snapped the phone shut and slid forward in her high backed leather chair. It had become increasingly difficult to discuss terms with a potential advertiser while her lover/partner was between her legs licking her pussy.

Since they rarely wore clothes when they were home, little seductions like this were even easier to accomplish.

Andy, as everyone knew her, tried to grab two handfuls of dark brown hair to pull Marissa’s face tighter into her crotch. Marissa Lyons lifted her head away from Andy’s grasp, her face glistening with her lover’s vaginal juices, looking at Andy with sparkling brown eyes, she said “What’s the matter, blondie? Can’t take a little payback?”

“Oh hell,” said Andy, “I’m off the ‘phone now, finish what you started.” She reached again for Marissa’s head, but Marissa pulled further away. She was a terrible tease, but they both loved it, as it always resulted in white hot sex that left them exhausted and happy.

Andy attempted another grab, but Marissa yanked at her ankle. Andy fell back in her chair; Marissa laughed and ran from the room. She was halfway down the stairs when Andy caught her around the waist, carrying her, squealing and struggling, onto the wide back porch.

Marissa was becoming increasingly excited as Andy held her easily in her strong arms; her inability to escape arousing her even further. Andy lay her down on an exercise mat, pinning her shoulders and straddling her rib cage. They were both breathing heavily, more from desire than exertion.

Holding Marissa’s hands above her head with one hand, Andy used the other to slip a finger into her lover’s juicy pussy. Marissa continued to struggle, “Leggo of me you big blonde ape, pick on someone your own size.”

At 5’10”, Marissa wasn’t short, but Andy’s heavier six foot plus frame made her seem smaller than she actually was when they stood side by side.

“Now, my little tease,” said Andy, adding a second finger to Marissa’s pussy, “I think you left some unfinished business up there in the office.”

Swiftly, Marissa lifted her legs, catching Andy under the arms with the backs of her knees; in an instant, Marissa’s arms were free as Andy was forced backward, her legs spread wide. Marissa sat up, hooking her arms around Andy’s powerful thighs. Now Andy was at Marissa’s mercy, her wet pussy exposed to her lover’s delighted gaze.

Marissa leaned forward and began to tease Andy again; slowly licking the puffy outer lips of her streaming pussy. She darted her tongue around the soft, pink walls of Andy’s inner core; nibbling, licking, tweaking the erect clit with her tongue, driving Andy insane.

She loved being pinioned by Marissa, the feeling of helplessness making her faint with desire. She could free herself fairly easily, but she chose not to, allowing her lover to tease her beyond endurance.

“Aaaahh, unnhhh,” Andy moaned and grunted as Marissa began to suck her pussy into her eager mouth, stabbing her stiffened tongue deep into the warm, pink flesh, chewing on the engorged lips. Marissa growled deep in her throat as she devoured her juicy pussy feast. Andy bucked and shuddered, but Marissa’s mouth was suctioned to her gushing pussy, tongue thrashing, gulping and swallowing the sweet, salty fluids; drinking from the well of her desire.

Andy’s orgasm hit her like a heavyweight right cross, she couldn’t control her muscles, her bones turning to water; “Eeeeehh, oh my God, I’m cummingg … Yieeeeee…” Her body jerked again and again until she collapsed on the mat, hands clawing, gasping for air. Marissa released her grip and crawled over Andy’s twitching body, kissing her repeatedly.

“Mmmmm, paybacks are a bitch, but they sure are fun, huh, Stretch?”

Marissa was kissing Andy’s closed eyes when they popped open, two azure pools, blazing with lust. “Yes they are, my little tease,” Andy purred, “In fact, they’re not over yet.”

Marissa knew that look, her skin felt as if it was on fire. Before she could move a muscle, Andy grabbed her around the waist and flung her to the mat; engulfing Marissa’s stiff nipple in her mouth and twisting three fingers in her slippery pussy.

Marissa had been on the edge of cumming as she brought Andy to her climax; with Andy’s long fingers pumping in her pussy and her mouth sucking on her stiff nipple, she fell over the edge. “Oooohhh, mmmmm, fuck me, fuck meeeee, Ahhhhhh…”

Marissa came and came as Andy continued to pound her gushing pussy and bite her nipples. Then Marissa sighed deeply and her lover knew that she was through cumming. She took her in her arms and kissed her, their hot breaths mingling. “Ready for some hot tubbin’, Lil bit?” Andy said.

Marissa grinned, “Yep, but you’re gonna hafta carry me. My legs are wobbly.”

As the warm waters caressed their tired bodies, Marissa asked, “What was that about a big advertiser you were on the ‘phone with, how big are we talkin’ about?” Marissa was a college graduate with a major in Journalism, but she had adopted Andy’s easy drawl when speaking.

“We’re talkin’ big, Lil’ bit, four pages, payin’ in cash, so the lady said.” Andy and Marissa were co-Editors and part owners of ‘The Armed Woman’ magazine, or as they referred to it, ‘Gals with Guns’.

Both women were expert in firing a variety of weapons; Andy learning in the Army, Marissa taught by Andy and other persons at the firing range. Andy had also trained Marissa in self-defense and Combat Gymnastics techniques. It was excellent exercise, which they both enjoyed, and Marissa never seriously thought that they would ever put them to use in an actual combat situation.

They had met when Marissa was a college student conducting a one woman protest against the firing range where Andy was a member; Andy protecting her from some aggressive men who didn’t like what she was doing.

They were immediately attracted to each other and, after one weekend of uninhibited lovemaking, had decided to become companions. Marissa had moved from her college dorm to Andy’s house that next weekend and their life together had begun.

Both Marissa’s parents and Andy’s mother had accepted their daughter’s lifestyles and recognized their deep affection for each other; adding to the women’s contentment. Over a year had passed since the lover’s had met and a lot had happened since then.

Marissa earned her degree with honors, using her graduation gift of money from her parents to become a partner with Andy, and a mysterious third party, in ‘The Armed Woman’ magazine. Between them, they had doubled the circulation and the magazine began making a nice profit. Marissa was curious who their ‘silent partner’ was, but Andy had said that they preferred to remain anonymous. Marissa was okay with it if Andy was, so she stopped asking.

“Who was this person who wanted to buy four pages of advertising, my love,” Marissa said, “And what’s this about paying in cash?”

“It’s a little strange, Mariss'”. Andy replied, “The woman called herself ‘Jane Smith’, but she had a foreign accent of some kind, Middle Eastern would be my guess. Somethin’ about a big gun show comin’ to the states from overseas, goin’ city to city, lotsa’ vendors, big names; we’ll get the details when we meet with her tomorrow. Said she was advertisin’ in all the gun magazines, men’s magazines, sport magazines, the newspapers, the internet, some TV spots, real big deal.”

“Well, as long as her money isn’t counterfeit,” Marissa chuckled, “I guess we’ll have a nice boost in profits this next issue.”

“We’re meetin’ with her tomorrow at three thirty, so we’ll get a look at her,” Andy replied, “And there was somethin’ else odd about her voice, other than the accent; she seemed to drag out her sibilants, sounded kinda strange.”

“Ooh, a mystery woman,” giggled Marissa, “We could use a little excitement around here.”

“More than what we start?” Andy said, grabbing Marissa’s calf and casually pulling her under the water. They began to play fight, dunking each other, splashing water on the deck, becoming aroused once again.


To say that the women were sexually compatible was the equivalent of stating that the sky was blue and the grass was green. The slightest touch, look or word could, and did, send them into a frenzy of lovemaking that they never seemed to get enough of. For example; the incident requiring ‘payback’ that Marissa had been referring to when she interrupted Andy’s phone call with the mystery woman advertiser had begun that morning in the kitchen.

Andy was a late riser, so when she padded barefoot, and bare skinned, into the kitchen, Marissa was on the ‘phone with her mother. Andy adored every inch of Marissa’s firm body, but that perfect ass of hers drove her absolutely nuts. Those round, dimpled cheeks, that sweet crack, that puckered little hole, made her drool. And, of course, that was the first thing Andy saw when she walked in.

Marissa was leaning over the center island, resting on her elbows, perfect ass bare and on display. She was listening patiently to her mother ramble on about how the gardener had killed her petunias. Andy couldn’t have cared less if Marissa had been on the ‘phone with the Pope, she wanted that ass, NOW.

Marissa gasped as she felt Andy’s long, wet tongue circling her asshole, her strong hands squeezing and molding her buttocks. “Not now, Andy, I’m on the ‘phone with my mother,” Marissa whispered, her hand over the mouthpiece.

Andy ignored her, licking and nibbling the firm cheeks, squeezing and pinching, making love to that glorious ass. Of course, Marissa could have moved away, or really stopped Andy, but the naughtiness of listening to her mother jabber while her lover was eating her asshole excited Marissa beyond measure.

Her mother could have been speaking in Martian, for all that Marissa understood after Andy began to worm her stiffened tongue into the wrinkled opening, repeatedly wetting it with her saliva. Marissa relaxed, and then tightened her sphincter muscle; pulling Andy’s wet tongue in as far as it would go. Andy was in heaven, her tongue pulled deep in her lover’s asshole, her hands full of her lover’s saliva coated buttocks; she began licking and sucking greedily, reveling in the tangy taste.

Marissa thrust her hand between her legs and began to rub her clit frantically; her lover devouring her asshole was making her lightheaded, she felt as if she might faint.

“Mom, I gotta go,” Marissa mumbled into the phone as it dropped to the counter top. “Ahhhh, Andy,” she gasped as she felt a hand leave her ass cheek, “Are you frigging yourself?”

“Mmmmhmmm,” Andy replied, as her mouth was full.

“Oh God, I’m cumming, my love, cum with me, pleeease,” Marissa groaned as her orgasm began to rock her body. Andy didn’t answer, but jammed her tongue into the puckered hole up to the root and sucked hard on her mouthful of ass.

Marissa’s juicing pussy exploded, covering her hand with sticky cum. “Aieeeee,” she howled, feeling, rather than hearing Andy’s muffled screams as she came too, her wet mouth still fastened to Marissa’s puckered hole.

They fell away from each other, sliding to the floor, moaning softly as their orgasms finally subsided. Then they sat on the cool tiles, licking cum coated fingers like popsicles.

“Did you tell your mom I said ‘Hi’?” Andy chuckled, as she licked Marissa’s finger.

Marissa pulled Andy’s finger from her mouth, “Didn’t get the chance,” she laughed, “I’ll get you back for this, though.”

“I’ll be waiting,” Andy replied, looking forward to it.


Promptly at three thirty the next day, Andy heard the gate alarm beep as a car pulled into the driveway. “I feel funny wearing clothes in the house,” Marissa said, tugging at her yellow sundress, “I’m not wearing underwear, anyway.”

“It sure do feel different,” Andy agreed, “I’m not wearing anything underneath either, how do I look?” She turned slowly in her miniskirt and halter top under Marissa’s appreciative gaze.

“Good enough to eat,” said Marissa, “Let’s get this woman out of here quickly; I want to fuck with clothes on for a change.”

“I guess you forgot last week when we were at Giovannis,” Andy replied, “By the time we left the Ladies’ Room, our food was cold.”

The doorbell rang, interrupting their sexual banter. “It’s show time,” said Marissa, “Let’s go meet our ‘mystery woman’.”

Andy opened the front door, Marissa at her side. Standing before them was a sensually exotic woman. She was tall, her skin a burnished copper color; generous breasts, full hips, black hair hanging past her shoulder blades; classic features with an aquiline nose and thin red lips.

She was wearing a black strapless sheath dress that fit her body like a second skin outlining her erect nipples and pubic mound. But it was her eyes that you saw first, narrow, golden yellow eyes, heavy lidded, her stare almost hypnotic. Andy felt a shiver down her spine as she looked into them; Marissa squeezed her hand tightly, letting her know those eyes were getting to her too.

“Won’t you come in, Miss Smith,” Andy said. “May I offer you a drink: some iced tea or some wine?”

“Why yesss,” replied ‘Miss Smith’, “A glasss of wine would be lovely.”

“I’ll serve the wine, Andrea,” said Marissa, “It’ll be just a minute.”

Andy led the woman into the living room, offering her a seat in a high backed colonial style chair, then she sat on the couch facing the woman. Marissa handed ‘Miss Smith’ a glass of wine and sat next to Andy. Something about the woman made them instinctively draw closer to each other on the couch; as they did so, Andy thought she saw a smile play across those thin, red lips.

As Andy and ‘Miss Smith’ began discussing advertising rates, layouts and other details, Marissa was watching the woman closely. She held herself perfectly erect, her body perfectly poised; legs crossed tightly, perfectly in line with her torso. Her arms, in contrast, moved fluidly, almost boneless, her slim hands and fingers twisting as she gestured and talked.

Her voice was enthralling, almost a monotone; the extended sibilants oddly soothing. Marissa, with an effort, tore her gaze from those yellow eyes and looked at Andy. Her face was frozen mask and she was speaking in a clipped, precise voice to the yellow eyed woman; ‘She’s fighting to keep control’, thought Marissa, ‘I’ve never seen her like this’.

Suddenly, a small silver tube appeared in the woman’s hand. ‘Where did that come from?’ Marissa wondered.

“My apologiesss,” said ‘Miss Smith’. ”Nasssal spray, bad congessstion, jussst a moment pleassse.” She lifted the tube to each nostril and sniffed delicately. Then the silver tube disappeared as mysteriously as it appeared. “Now, back to businesss”, she continued, showing gleaming white teeth in an oddly sinister smile.

While Andy and the mysterious woman negotiated the terms of the advertising contract, Marissa was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. She shifted in her seat as she felt increasing warmth envelop her body; her nipples and clit were tingling; she was becoming very aroused.

Andy was being affected as well; it was taking every bit of her will power to focus on the negotiations. Her body was on fire, her nipples and clit were throbbing, feeling as if she would cum any second. She couldn’t understand how this was happening.

Marissa’s trembling hand reached for Andy’s; as their skin touched, they exploded in orgasm. Marissa squealed softly as she came, biting her lower lip and soaking the sofa cushion. Andy was crushing her hand in a vice like grip, letting out a long, low moan; she was cumming too.

‘Miss Smith’ continued speaking, giving no indication that she noticed the women’s mutual release, but another half-smile curled her thin lips. Andy and Marissa were still dazed from their explosive cum, when ‘Miss Smith’ stood up from the chair in one fluid motion.

“The termsss ssseem perfectly sssatisssfactory,” she said, producing a thick roll of currency, again seemingly out of thin air and handing it to them. “I mussst be going,” then she spoke in a lower tone, “Hakim, the car.”

Andy shook her head to clear it and rose to take the money from the woman. Her skirt, glued to the cushion with her cum, made a sticky sound as it pulled free. Again, the woman showed no emotion, only thanking Andy for meeting with her on such short notice. Marissa stood up with Andy, again a sticky sound, again no reaction from the woman.

The three walked to the front door; Andy opened it for ‘Miss Smith’ and they stepped onto the front porch. Marissa’s eyes widened as she saw a long black car in the driveway and standing beside its open rear door was one of the scariest men she had ever seen. He was at least seven feet tall, with a wrestler’s build, dark brown skin and a shaved head. His eyelids were slits, barely revealing glittering black eyes, his mouth a cruel slash across his impassive face.

The mystery woman glided down the steps, disappearing into the car’s interior without a backward glance. The man closed the door and, moving easily for his bulk, slid behind the wheel and drove off. Andy and Marissa watched as the taillights receded down the driveway, amazed at what had transpired. A cool night breeze reminded Marissa that the back of her dress was soaked with her juices. “Andy,” she finally spoke, “What just happened?” Andy was clutching the thick roll of currency in her hand, “I didn’t even count it,” she muttered, not answering her partner. She shook her head again, “Hot tub, Mariss’, I gotta’ clear my head, that orgasm I had really rang my bell.

They began walking to the back porch, stripping off cum soaked clothing as they went. Marissa was full of questions, but Andy didn’t seem to feel like talking, so they sat silently in the bubbling waters.

After a few minutes, Andy released an explosive sigh, startling Marissa. “Lil’ bit, that was just plain weird,” she said, “I only want to cum that hard with you doin’ it to me.”

“Oh Andy,” cried Marissa, embracing her lover, “Those people scared me, who are they,” she paused, “And what are they?”

“Don’t know to both questions,” Andy replied, “But they paid in cash. I even quoted twenty percent over our usual ad rates cause’ I didn’t like that woman, and she paid without a complaint.” She thought for a moment, “That inhaler of hers, what was in that thing? She sniffs it and we’re cummin’ all over the couch, this is just plain strange.”

“I hope we don’t have to see them again,’ Marissa replied, “They strike me as trouble.”

Andy chuckled, “What really pisses me off is I was lookin’ forward to havin’ sex with you with our clothes on, but after that big ‘O’ in the livin’ room, all I wanna’ do is sit here and soak.”

Marissa kissed her, “There’s always tomorrow, Stretch.”


A week later, a courier delivered a thick package to Andy and Marissa’s home. Inside were the color proofs of the four pages of advertising the mystery woman had bought in the next issue of ‘The Armed Woman’ magazine. Also enclosed were two VIP passes to the ‘Universal Weapons Exposition’, inviting them to be guests of the event’s organizers.

“Hey Mariss’, Andy hollered up the stairs, “looks like we’re gonna’ see our ‘Mystery Woman’ again.” Marissa was in their second floor office when Andy walked in waving the passes in her hand. “Dinner an’ everything, Lil’ bit, this is gonna’ be fun.”

Marissa frowned, “I don’t know about this Andy. Those people give me the creeps. Do we have to go?”

“Gotta keep the advertisers happy, Mariss'”, Andy replied, “Besides, this’ll give us a chance to handle all the new models of guns, hafta’ keep current, ya know.”

Marissa frowned again, “I know you’re right, love, but I just have a funny feeling about this.”


Three weeks later, Andy and Marissa were standing in the VIP tent of the Universal Weapons Exposition. The Central City Auditorium was filled with manufacturer’s displays, thus, the reception and entertainment activities were housed in huge and climate controlled tents adjacent to the building.

The women looked stunning in their designer evening dresses and high heels, drawing much attention from the predominantly male participants and glares from the few females in attendance. Since their dresses were form fitting, they had worn nothing underneath; the shimmering fabric outlining every curve of their toned bodies. Andy’s taller, more rounded frame and close cropped white blonde hair contrasting with Marissa’s shorter, slim figure and flowing dark brown hair. All eyes were on them and they were secretly enjoying the attention, although neither would admit it.

The clothing, evening bags and shoes had arrived mysteriously one week before the Exposition; with a note from ‘Miss Smith’ saying they were in appreciation for their efforts in publicizing the event. Andy and Marissa were amazed to discover that the dresses and shoes fit them perfectly.

“I really don’t know about this, Stretch,” said Marissa, brushing the light blue silk fabric. “How’d that woman know our sizes? I’m getting creeped out again.”

Andy lifted the hem of her rose pink dress, showing her tanned thigh to her lover. “I dunno, Lil’ bit, but, hey, pink’s kinda my color, doncha think?”

Seemingly on a silent command, the buzz of conversation ceased. All the attendees turned and faced the stage at the far end of the tent. The curtain parted and ‘Miss Smith’ glided through, wearing her usual black sheath, followed by her hulking escort, his bald head shining in the overhead lights.

“Those two couldn’t get lost in this crowd if they tried,” Andy whispered to Marissa, “They stand out like a dog’s balls.” Marissa barely stifled a giggle and several people near them glared, seemingly offended by her amusement.

“Thank you all for attending thisss first of a multi-city tour of the Universssal Weaponsss Exposssition,” said ‘Miss Smith’. “For thossse of you who do not know me, I am Countessss Charmaine Arraja, and thisss isss my associate, Hakim Abul Bin-Kahlam. Pleasss avail yourselves of the refressshments, and then dinner will be ssserved at eight o’ clock, sssharp. Let usss begin with some entertainment. Dansssing isss permitted.”

The Countess stepped down from the stage, Hakim in tow as they mingled with the crowd. The curtain rose revealing several musicians who launched into a familiar tune, their lead singer dancing about the stage.

“Andy,” said Marissa, “Isn’t that…”

Andy shook her head in amazement, “I’ll be darned, Lil’ bit, I thought they were on tour, how did she…?”

A sibilant voice interrupted her, “Ahh, Misss Vaughn and Misss Lyonsss, ssso glad you could be here tonight. Are you two enjoying yourssselvesss?”

Andy and Marissa turned to see the Countess and Hakim approaching them, the crowd of people parting before them like the bow wave of a ship.

“You both look marvelousss in your dresssesss, I trussst they were the right fit,” the Countess purred, flashing her toothy smile.

Andy grinned, “Just like gloves, Countess. Say, how did you know our sizes, and how did you get …?”

The Countess waved her hand airily, “Trade secretsss, Misss Vaughn, it isss of no consssequenssse. Pleassse enjoy yourselvesss, we will ssspeak again later.” They walked away, leaving Andy and Marissa puzzled and curious.

“Andy,” said Marissa, “Who is that woman, how can she do all these things?” She rubbed her dress, “This, that band, this party, these people, what the heck is going on around here?”

Andy frowned, “Damn if I know. You know what else Mariss’, there’s no other media people and no gun people here, we’re the only ones; I don’t recognize a soul.”

Marissa nodded. “What’s more, half of these people look like they belong on a wanted poster. I wish I had my Beretta.”

They began to circulate, each taking a glass of wine from one of the dozens of tuxedoed wait staff moving about in the throng, making a mental note of the many sinister appearing people leering at them.

Then they spotted a pair of large metal doors protruding into the far end of the tent and decided to do a little exploring. The crowd’s attention was focused on the stage, so no one noticed them open one of the doors slightly and slip inside.

The dim lighting revealed what seemed to be a long metal hallway, its high ceiling almost obscured in the gloom. Boxes and crates were piled high on the floor, leaving a narrow passage to walk between them. Andy pulled a mini-halogen flashlight from her purse. Marissa did the same as they began to examine the labels on the crates.

“Andy,” whispered Marissa, “Why would a crate of powdered milk from UNICEF designated for Namibia, be at a weapons show?”

Andy grunted, “I guess for the same reason that two shipping containers of U. S. Army MRE’s sent to Myanmar would be here, Mariss’. This is screwy, I wanna look some more, c’mon.”

As they walked, the ‘tunnel’ suddenly split into several intersecting ‘tunnels’, like the fingers of an outstretched hand. Boxes, crates and shipping containers were everywhere; and all they examined bore designations of foodstuffs, relief supplies, educational materials, tools, etc., designated for countries across the globe.

“Andy”, said Marissa sadly, “Can we stop for just a minute, these heels are killing me.” She sat on a crate, removed her shoes and began to rub her feet. “Why don’t we just open one of these puppies and see what’s inside?”

Andy grinned, “That’s why I love you, Lil’ bit, you think like snoopin’ ol’ me.” Reading the label, she tugged on the lid of a crate, “How ’bout a nice protein energy bar before dinner?”

The lid came free and she shined the light inside. “Holy shit,” she exclaimed, “Lookee here, Mariss.” Marissa was at her side in an instant.

“Ohmigawd, Andy, aren’t those Kalashnikov AK-47’s? I fired one at the range. You can’t own one of these without a special permit. Why have these if they can’t sell them easily?”

Andy was opening another crate, “Look at these MRE’s, Lil’ bit, not much protein in them either.”

Marissa looked in, “Armalite-Colt M-16′ A3’s, still in the oil wrap. What’s in the rest of these boxes; RPG’s and hand grenades?”

Andy frowned, “I’m not sure, but I’ve got a pretty good idea we’re in a bit of deep doo-doo. Let’s get these lids back on these boxes and get out of here. I’ve gotta make a phone call and the signal won’t get through all this metal.”

When the lids were fastened down, the women made their way back the way they came. “What do you think this ‘Countess’ and that trained ape of hers are up to?” Marissa whispered.

“Gun smugglin’, Lil’ bit, international weapons trafficking. This travelin’ arms exposition’s the perfect cover. They move across the world, buyin’ and sellin’ from whoever to whomever. They wine an’ dine all the government officials, politicians and cops. Buy em’ off if they have to; mebbe kill ’em if they don’t cooperate. It’s like a floatin’ crap game, only with weapons.”

Ahead, in the darkness, a light shone briefly, metal squeaked against metal and they heard a door open and close.

“Shit, duck down Mariss’, someones comin’,” whispered Andy. They squeezed between the boxes and waited, hearts pounding, bodies tense. After a few anxious minutes, and no one had appeared, they began to walk again. When they reached the end of the ‘tunnel’, something did not look right.

“Mariss’,” said Andy, “Wasn’t there a door directly beyond those crates?”

Marissa looked around, totally confused. “Weren’t those crates of powdered milk over there when we looked in them?”

“Well, there’s the door, anyway, Lil’ bit,” barked Andy, “Let’s get out of here.” She pulled on the handle and the door swung open. They stood in amazement at the sight before them. Instead of a tent filled with people and music, they were looking at a large, carpeted room, containing an enormous bed.

“Andy,” said Marissa, walking on the deep pile carpet, “What is this place, where’s the party, where are we?”

Before Andy could answer, the door slammed shut and the lock clicked, they were trapped. Marissa ran to Andy and hugged her tightly, “Andy, my love, I’m scared, what are we gonna’ do, what is this place?”

Andy hugged her back, trying to conceal the tremor in her voice. “Don’t worry, Lil bit, we’ll get outa here, I just gotta think for a minute.” She walked towards the bed, “Might as well get comfy while we plan our next move, let’s have a seat.”

Marissa joined her sitting on the edge of the bed, their arms around each other, rocking from side to side. Marissa began to kiss Andy tenderly on the lips. “Oh Andy, I love you so much,” she whispered, “If this is the end for us, I’m glad I’m going to go down fighting with you.”

Andy’s eyes began to water; damn, she hated crying; “I love you too, Mariss, with all my heart and soul. We’re not done yet. Let’s just hang in for a while and see what happens.”

They sat holding each other for what seemed to be a long time. Then Andy heard a soft hissing noise; she looked around, but could not determine the source.

Then Marissa looked up at her, her eyes shining and a crooked grin on her face; “This is totally nuts, Stretch, but I want you and I want you bad”.

Andy smiled at her; suddenly, desire was coursing through her body and she wanted her lover more than she ever had before. “My God, do I ever want you too, Mariss’,” she said, standing up. “No point in getting these fancy dresses all wrinkled, race ya’.”

Then they were naked and rolling about on the enormous bed; lips sucking, tongues thrusting, hands groping, pussies rubbing, arms and legs entwined. Each wishing they could be inside their lover’s skin so as to better pleasure them.

Marissa was on top of Andy, sucking on her lips and tongue, grinding her breasts, stomach and pussy against her lover with all her strength. Andy growled deep in her throat and gripped Marissa in a bear hug, winding her legs around her lover, the better to rub against her.

They humped like animals, emitting low growls, straddling each other, twisting their sopping pussies and erect clits against burning flesh. They mutually climaxed emitting wild screams, “Ahhhhheeee, Ahhhheeeeee”, sucking the air out of their lungs, writhing and twisting. Then they relaxed, gasping for breath, still holding each other in a death grip.

“Andy, my dear, sweet love, that was so damn good,” Marissa gasped, “I’ve never cum like that with you, ever.”

Andy kissed her nose, “Me either, Lil ‘bit, I think I may have pulled a muscle, but it was the absolute best.”

They lay clinging to each other and then Andy heard the hissing noise again. She felt her arousal building anew and Marissa began kissing her passionately, their bodies grinding.

Andy pushed Marissa away with an effort, “I want to eat your pussy, Mariss’, lets 69, NOW!” With a flurry of limbs, the lovers moved into the classic position for mutual pleasure that they enjoyed so much. Marissa lifted her head and sucked Andy’s engorged pussy lips in her mouth, licking and nibbling on the heated flesh, bathing them with her hot tongue.

Andy lowered her mouth to Marissa’s sopping pussy, engulfing it with her lips, driving her tongue deep in the wet folds. Marissa squealed and drove two fingers in Andy’s pussy, twisting them against the slick, satiny skin, probing for the G-spot.

Andy slid two fingers into Marissa, sucking her clit between her teeth, lashing it with her tongue. Marissa pushed another finger into Andy’s gushing pussy, then she wet two fingers of her other hand in pussy juice and wormed them into Andy’s asshole.

Andy released a sobbing gasp, sucking harder on Marissa’s throbbing clit, slipping another finger in her pussy and two in her asshole. Marissa screamed and pinched Andy’s clit between her thumb and forefinger, rubbing and squeezing the thick nubbin as she drove a third finger into Andy’s asshole. The room rang with their grunts, gasps and moans, each wildly fucking the other, driving toward an explosive cum.

Andy lifted her head from her lovers juicy pussy, “Mariss’, she screamed, “Fist!”

With one fluid motion, borne of long practice, the lover’s clenched their fingers around their thumbs and pushed their fists into each other up to the wrist, pumping frantically. Marissa began to make high pitched shrieking sounds, “Eeeh, eeeh, eeeh” as Andy’s fist drove deep into her, opening her inner core wide.

Andy was emitting a low keening wail, “Unnhhhaaaaa” as Marissa’s knuckles ground against her G-spot and bumped her cervix. Their thrusts became animalistic, opening their fingers and scrubbing pussy walls, driving toward mind shattering orgasms.

Andy’s spine arched and she climaxed explosively in one long rolling cum, again and again and again; Marissa was cumming with her, right with her, over and over, their bodies jerking and twisting.

They thrust their pussies against the others hand with all their strength, wanting to cum on and on, never wanting to stop. Throwing their heads back, they began to howl like wolves, “Aieeeeeehhh, Aieeeeeeehhh”. With one final thrust, they collapsed, fists still buried in soaked pussies, their faces and crotches covered with sticky cum.

Marissa’s bones felt as if they had turned to jelly, she could not move as she struggled to breathe. Her throat was sore from screaming. Andy lay limply on top of her, wheezing softly, her body twitching. ‘If I do that again I’ll die’, Marissa thought, ‘At least I’ll die with my Andy’. She found her voice, “Andy, Andy love”, she croaked, “Are you okay, Andy, answer me, please.”

Andy raised her head with a groan, “Unnhh, anybody get the license number on that truck’? You okay, Mariss’?” Marissa sighed in relief, her lover was still with her.

“I’m fine, Stretch, but I’m gonna need my hand back if we’re gonna get outa here, here’s yours.” They each relaxed their vaginal muscles, carefully removing each hand with a sucking sound. After licking their fists clean of their lover’s juicy cum, the women lay back on the bed, exhausted.

“Well, were still trapped, but we’re well fucked,” Andy joked, “I wonder how long they’ll keep us here, whoever ‘they’ are.”

Marissa snuggled up to Andy, “What happened to us, love? We’re trapped in a strange place, in a strange room, and all we can do is fuck our brains out.” She grinned, “Not that it wasn’t fun, you know, but whadda we do now?”

“You mussst ressst, my darlingsss,” said the Contessa, strolling into the room through a concealed door. “Your sssexual performansssesss were sssuperb.”

She was naked, save for a sash tied around her waist, swinging in time with her breasts and hips. “I welcome you to my lair. I have such plansss for you, wonderful plansss. I have desssired the two of you sssinssse we met at your houssse, and now I have you.”

They felt the room lurch, “Andy, were moving,” Marissa squealed.

“Okay Contessa, fun times’ over,” Andy barked, “This is kidnapping, a federal rap if we cross a state line, what do you want with us anyway?”

The Contessa gave an evil chuckle, “You ssshould not have been sssnooping where you did not belong, ladiesss, dissscovering my little sssecretsss. Yet another reassson for you to join me in my travelsss. Be asssured, you will be well cared for. I take good care of all my petsss”.

Andy and Marissa looked at each other; pets?

“Lissen here, bitch,” Marissa growled. “I’m not a friggin’ white mouse, and neither is my partner here. What’s with this ‘pet’s’ business?”

Another evil chuckle; “Why my sex petsss, my pretty one, my sex petsss for endlesss hoursss of pleasssure. You will experienssse sexual ecssstasssiesss beyond your wildest dreamsss.”

Andy snorted, “First we’re white mice, now were fuck toys, like that’s gonna happen. And how did you make Mariss’ and me go after each other like that? How’d you make us cum back at the house? What’s the deal?”

The Contessa sighed. “Ssso many questionsss from my preciousss petsss, but no matter. Pheromonesss, my lovely, pheromonesss. My ssscientissstsss have dissstilled human and animal sssex pheromonesss into a consssentrate that causesss immediate sssexual arousssal. It works on both sexesss, but I much prefer women, they are ssso much more sssensual.”

She turned and left the room, saying “Hakim, I think I will sssample the brown haired one firssst, bring her to me.”

Andy jumped to her feet, Marissa beside her, their many hours of training in self-defense techniques and combat gymnastics were about to be tested.

“Get ready, Lil’ bit,” Andy snarled, “We can take that walking mountain and anything else they throw at us.” They slid into defensive postures, bare backs touching.

“Let’s rock, lover woman, let’s rock,” Marissa cried.

Suddenly, they felt a stinging sensation on their skins; the room began to waver, then Andy felt Marissa’s back leave hers.

“Andy,” Marissa wailed, “I … I can’t stand, I…” she crumpled to the floor and was silent.

“Ahhh, Mariss’, hang on babe,” Andy cried as she felt herself falling, legs turning to water, losing consciousness.

Another door opened in the wall and the giant Hakim lumbered into the room. He picked up Marissa’s limp body like a rag doll, flung her over his shoulder, turned on his heel and strode back through the opening; the door closing swiftly behind him.

Andy’s head was spinning, she watched helplessly as her lover disappeared in the grasp of Hakim; “Mariss’, oh God, no, Mariss’,” she whimpered, and then all went black.

(To be continued)

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