Dena's Fantasy

Caprice moved closer to Dena. There was no pause in her motion and she did not stop until her right breast contacted Dena's waiting mouth.

Dena inhaled her aroma. The forbidden fruit. She sucked Caprices large nipples into her mouth like her life depended on it. Her arms found their way around Caprice's waist. Dena felt Caprice's muscles ripple as she gained momentary control over this vixen.

Her hands slipped to a perfectly formed ass, and cupped her cheeks. Her hands mere inches away from the source of the heat emanating from Caprice's backside.

This moment, the second in time, Dena was one hundred percent lesbian. Nothing else mattered but the breasts she was sucking and the cunt she would soon feel. She wanted this more than anything.

A shudder rocked through Dena's body. "Was it possible to come from just desire alone?" Dena thought to herself. Another shudder. She moved her hands lower until she could feel the soft tissue of Caprice's cunt straining at the leather of her skimpy bottoms. Another shudder... and this time that familiar feeling from deep inside.

Dena was going to cum. Caprice reached down to Dena's exposed breasts. Her hands landed directly on her servant's nipples. Caprice wasted no time and pinched Dena's nipples hard. Hard enough that in times of non-excitement it would have brought a scream from Dena's mouth. But today, in this moment, it triggered Dena's orgasm.

And Dena came.

Had she been standing, her knees would have buckled, but instead she removed her mouth from Caprice's nipple and drove her face between the two massive breasts. Her hands pulled the voluptuous woman tight.

Caprice released her nipples and slowly ran her hands through Dena's hair. As the orgasm washed through Dena she looked up between those fleshy pillars to see Caprice, ever intently, staring straight back at her. Dena tried to form words, tried to speak. Caprice only smiled.

Dena found herself being directed to lay back on the bed. Her vision then leaned towards her. One long meticulously prepared fingernail began to drag the zipper of her body suit lower. Click....click.... click.... Each tooth of the zipper resonating like a boom as Dena's orgasm amplified sense of hearing made her heart beat in time with the lowering fastener. The tiny blonde hairs on Dena's flat stomach were like computer sensors, sending bolts of electricity directly to her crotch with each passing inch as the zipper travelled lower to its ultimate destination. Lower and lower the catch travelled until she could feel it at the top of her mound. She had not ever really been allowed – yes that was the word – allowed to come down from her orgasmic plateau. Her senses only heightened - that orgasm simply an ascending stair, not a destination.

Carpice ticked the zipper to its ultimate destination about half way down Dean's outer lips. Her throbbing clit now exposed to the world, she felt the cool rush of air across it. It was like she could feel the individual air molecules passing over her clitoris. She was in a state of hyper-sensitivity.

Caprice planted her palms on the bed on either side of her captor and began to lower herself towards her trophy. Her steel eyes still staring intently at Dena's face. Dena's clit seemed to enlarge, to try to meet the oncoming assault half way. Never in her entire life had she been this ready to commit to someone. The debauchery of the act, the presentation of the assailant – all fed into Dena's overloaded brain. When Caprices lightly blew her hot breath across Dena's engorged clit it was like a hurricane to Dena – A violent sand storm in the desert.

Dena groaned loudly and made a move to grab onto her master. Caprice would have none of this and calmly but decisively held both of Dena's arms to the mattress.

Caprice's tongue came out slowly then. Almost a snake from beneath a flaming mantle. Slowly the serpent edged towards Dena's protruding clit. Dena's eyes were wide with anticipation. She tried to exercise non existent muscles to bend in non articulating regions, anything to get that tongue against her clitoris. Caprice's hair flowed, as she reacted to Dena's movements, like liquid fire itself. Lower, lower, only micrometers away – Dena's clit throbbed and she could feel the heat from her master's tongue.

Contact. Cataclysmic explosions of light and color rushed through Dena's brain. Lightning flashes blinded her vision; invisible steel arms thrust her had back down to the pillow. An alien guttural moan forced its way from deep within her body and presented itself as an unintelligible tribal wail. Caprice sucked Dena's now massive button into her mouth and pulled on it to the point of pain. She seemed to know exactly how hard to suck and how far to pull.

Dena's world now revolved around her cunt. Her clitoris to be exact.

"Schtiiiiing!" The noise brought Dena out of her trance just enough to see the gleam of the switch blade as it headed towards her crotch. Dena never even had time to panic as Caprice began to slit open the rest of the bodysuit from where the zipper had parked towards Dena's perfect ass. Even in her ridiculously over sensitized state she did not once feel the identity of the blade between her legs but more a feeling of relief as the restraining material was sheared away. The cool air that had earlier assaulted her clitoris was now aiding in mediating the fire between her sopping lips.

Caprice never even weakened her attack on Dena's clit. The blade, now back in view was travelling towards Dena's upper body. Without even the slightest glance of concern from its controller, it came to rest against Dena's straining left nipple. To Dena, it was now as if the blade belonged there. Placed back in its sheath and put away until needed again. Using what little control she had Dena lost concentration on her crotch for a moment and moved her back muscles in such a way as to drag her nipple against the razor sharp blade. So confident now in Caprice's intentions that it was it her mind had secretly decided to provoke the blades beauty into hurting her.

Caprice removed her mouth from Dena's clit. Standing up now, looking down upon her lover, Caprice stepped back and held Dena's hand firmly around the switchblade. Dena's hand – controlling the knife, controlled by Caprice, fuelled by her sexual lust became an automated machine. They locked eyes. Dena sat up as the knife travelled across mid air towards the incredible breasts of her tormenter. The point of the knife coming straight at Caprice. The knife touched her right breast. Dena could see the skin begin to take the pressure as the knife came to a stop. Dena watched as her own hand moved the knife lower across Caprice's abdomen. A fingernail scratch was left behind to show the path the blade had taken. That highway led directly to Caprice's hourglass hip. The knife pivoted and began a slide down that perfect slope until it landed on the leather strap of Caprice's bottoms. Caprice removed her hands from Dena. It was the ultimate bond. They were now of one mind. Dena rotated the blade and effortlessly sliced through the leather strap. The bottoms fell to the floor.

If Caprice's breasts were magnificent, the view present now to Dena was indescribable. Caprice was clean shaven except for a small well trimmed patch above her fleshy cunt that was patterned into a flame. The flame seemingly originating from the vixen's clitoral hood. An engorged clitoris exposed itself from the lower regions of that hood, which itself protruded from a perfectly symmetrical set of mouth sized outer lips. If Dena was flowing before, she was a river now. Her mouth watered and she swallowed. The blade fell to the floor.

Caprice edged Dena back onto the bed with the same measured control that was part of her persona. She crawled up Dena's body like a tigress stalking her kill and ended her hunt when she was straddling Dena's upper torso. She held Dena's arms up over her head. Caprice's legs caressed the lower edges of Dena's breasts. She exerted no pressure on Dena's body. Her weight easily managed by her strong defined legs.

Dena could see she was wet too. Her fingernail dragged down Dena's arms as Caprice lowered herself towards Dena's mouth. Their lips touched. Immediately their tongues probed each other in a lusty internal combat. Caprice forcefully grabbed her minion's hair – pulling her head back as she assaulted Dena's neck. Then abruptly let go and slid forward up Dena's body.

The time of foreplay was long over. Caprice moved into position and hovered just above Dena's face. Dena reached up and forcefully grabbed Caprice's hips and with no fanfare pulled the red head's cunt to her mouth. Dena would not be denied. She held onto Caprice's hip with a vengeance born of sexual conquest and sucked the massive clitoris into her mouth.

Dena's oral assault on Caprice became akin to the pleasuring of cocks she had sucked in the past. Caprice's clit was large. Large enough that Dena could slurp it in and out of her mouth like a tiny penis. It tasted of sex. Pure and clean and raw. Dena sucked like her sexual life depended on it. In and out she pulled the oversized clit until only the groans and whines of its owner brought her out of her trance.

Caprice was no longer in charge. Dena removed one hand from the vixen's hip and planted it on Caprice's neck and dragged it down between her huge breasts. As her hand returned to its place on her hip Dena took control and twisted her body causing the red head to lose balance. As Dena rolled, she guided Caprice to the mattress. Their reversal completed, Dena now on top, she again locked lips with her captor. Dena bit her former master's lip – asserting command. Claiming her territory. She bore down on that lip until she could feel Caprice wince slightly. Dena's hand sprawled across the bed and came in contact with the tip of the forgotten bullwhip. Still locked in the kiss, Dena quickly place both of Caprice's arms over her head and wrapped the tail of the whip around them several times.

Caprice's eyes were wide with sexual tension. No one had ever done this to her before. Dena moved forward and presented her left breast to Caprice. She accepted it immediately and began to suck in earnest. Dena rubbed her steaming wet pussy back and forth across the red head's abdomen. Her own juices lubricating her friction.

Dena moved down. She held the whip in one hand to continue the mock bondage that gave her control and slid one of her legs between, and under Caprice's, rotating and sliding to lock her steaming cunt tight against her captor's. She ground her pussy back and forth, up and down. Both women's had their eyes closed, their heads back in glorious agony. Both women feverishly working towards their ultimate release.

The bullwhip around Caprice's throat loosened became detached. Dena felt the sudden slack in discarded the whip. It hit the bedside wall with a thud and fell to the ground. Dena placed her newly freed hand on the gyrating ass of her lover. She wasted no time in stirring her fingers in their mixed juices and inserting her lubricated finger into Caprice's forbidden passage. She immediately began finger fucking the red heads ass, stimulating her own clit on every cycle. In and out, first one finger, then two. Caprice's moans grew in intensity to match the already explosive tribal grunts from Dena herself.

Caprice responded to Dena's added stimulus in kind. Dena felt a finger probe her anal ring. Normally Dena was not much into receiving anal, but tonight, with this assailant, Dena arched her back and pushed towards the intrusion with prejudice.

Caprice was only able to get a single finger into Dena this way, but the feelings were no less intense. Dena exploded into her orgasm, passing the barrier into the infinite and still accelerating in her desire. Her vision became tunnelled, her existence based now around the mashing of clitoris and the finger in her ass. Caprice fucked Dena's ass harder and harder. Wave after passionate wave broke across Dena's lust filled consciousness. Sounds – unintelligible thunderous sounds echoed in her ears. Her hips bucked back and forth in a sexual seizure.

She could take no more. Almost in resignation, the red-head allowed herself to cross over the edge. Her finger clamped in Dena's tight ass, her other hand holding her lover's leg to maintain their sexual coupling, her muscles straining. Her orgasm didn't sneak up on her. It was no surprise to the muscle bound woman when she exploded. Her orgasm came at her like a runaway freight train that she had been watching for miles, but powerless to stop. She was tied to the tracks of her ecstasy and the train hit her without even slowing down. Her orgasm crashed through her consciousness, numbing reality and putting the vixen in a cobra like trace. She continued to grind on Dena subconsciously. Her mouth agape and her body shuddering as each pulse of electricity flowed through her body.

As their convulsions subsided, the women's gyrations began to slow. Their breathing slowly returning to normal.

Dean was wasted. Done. She lay back on the bed while Caprice untangled herself and slid up beside her. The lay there face to face, a final kiss was the last thing Dena remembered. The morning sun shone through the south facing window that was Dena's bedroom. Birds chirped, crickets sang and the warm summer air rolled through the open screen into Dena's home.

Consciousness came to her slowly this fine morning, but she awoke with a feeling of peace and happiness. Her eyes still closed, she stretched. She felt her naked nipples brush the cool fabric of her satin sheets much the same as every day. As her mind shifted into first gear, memories began to flood her brain. Vivid memories. Tastes, smells, details...... Her eye's snapped open with as a crystal clear image of Caprice formed in her mind. She bolted up right in bed, turning to look beside her.

Except for her, the bed was empty. She wildly glanced around the room looking for any tangible trace to confirm her memories, her heart beating through her chest. She bounced out of bed and dashed to her closet, shoving clothes this way and that in a vain attempt to find her bodysuit. Through her morning cobwebs she seemed to recall something about a visit to the dry cleaners with all her old clothes...... Had the bodysuit been in that drop? She planted herself back on her bed. She held her head in her hands.... "Think Dena Think!" she coaxed herself.

Could this all have been just a dream? "No way!" she chided herself – "It's way to real!" She thought back to other times in her life when she'd awoken from a dream or even a nightmare to find herself thinking that her memories were so vivid, the detail so precise that it HAD to be true – only to clear the morning sleep from her eyes and find the images fading as the day went on.

"WOW that was an incredible dream!!" she thought to herself. "Unfucking believeable!". She shook her head in dismay and robotically left the bed for the sanctity of the morning shower. As the warm water fell against her body, her hyper sensitive nipples hardened while she thought of her memory. The red headed woman.... her ample breasts...the taste of her pussy. The things they had done... She even laughed to herself at that – "I'd never do some of those things.: She confirmed the dream. But still, a familiar tingling began deep within her. Her hands caressed her breast.... they travelled slowly lower, and lower...until they parted her already lubricating cunt... Her mouth drooled with anticipation as began the long elevator ride to her inevitable orgasm.

Out in the bedroom, her alarm clock rang. It as an old-style bell type alarm clock – Dena had an eye for antiques – it's little hammer going back and forth between the loosely fitting bells on its top.

Later Dena wonder momentarily where her alarm clock went, but right now, as the vibrations from the little hammer caused the entire clock to topple off her nightstand, Dena was in the shower rocking herself through an extremely intense session of self-pleasure.

Had the alarm clock fell and landed on her hardwood floors, Dena might have even heard the noise and been nudged out of her state of self induced ecstasy.

But instead, the alarm clock fell off the back of her night stand and landed on a cushion. The coiled rope of some forgotten sexual stimulant.

Only latter when Dena located and retrieved her alarm clock would she pull on the end of the coil, removing it from its discarded place to find a black, twelve foot long, bull whip.

--end.