New Life At The Victorian Motel

Her amusement faded and her eyes hardened slightly. Butch moved away from the wall and took a step towards me causing me to stumble backward onto the bed again.

"Listen, sweetheart," she said firmly. "I've heard every excuse in the book. Save yourself some trouble and play by the rules. I'll play along if you keep it up, but we both know where this goes."

At that moment, the seriousness of my predicament hit me in full force and I decided to come clean about my situation.

"I really didn't know about any of this." I insisted again. The words spilled out in a nervous rush, barely above a whisper.

"Well then, that'll make it all the more fun, for both of us." She said with that big hungry grin.

I felt her strong fingers now pull at the buttons on my jeans. I squirmed in protest but she was not to be deterred. She thought this was all part of the game, after all.

Big strong hands pulled my jeans down and, the sensation of cool air on my mound confirmed she pulled my panties down with them. She held the bunched up fabrics on my knees and stared down at her prize while I lay there, never having felt more exposed and naked in my life.

She dipped her head low, taking a taste of my wetness into her mouth. My walls clenched involuntarily at the sensation of her warm breath and gentle surprisingly gentle tongue suddenly exploring every inch of my folds.

"Damn girl, you really are new huh? Fresh off the street this afternoon I bet. I can still taste your road sweat between your legs." She growled before going back between my folds with a lewd, wet smack. It felt wrong - forbidden - but I had to admit that this woman clearly knew her way around a girl's pleasure. Each lick and flick sent shivers up my spine, making me gasp for air as she consumed me wholeheartedly. Her hands held my hips firmly in place, keeping me pinned to this saggy mattress. I could feel the strength in her rough hands holding me firmly in place as she worked her magic with her tongue.

"Jesus Christ, new girl," she said as she came up for air. "You taste so fucking good." Her voice was like velvet sandpaper against my ears, rough yet soothing at the same time. It sent shivers down my spine as she continued to devour me, leaving no inch untouched. Every lick she slid over my throbbing lips adding another layer of deliciously wrong arousal.

Slowly, she slid my pants and panties all the way off and eased herself onto the edge of the bed. Before I could even register what was happening, she had lifted me up and positioned me on top of her lap, my spread legs straddling her thighs. She grasped my ass cheeks in her large hands, squeezing them roughly before pulling me closer still. I suddenly felt entangled with her, like I didn't know where I ended she began. I was very aware of our heartbeats pounding in sync as she drove me towards climax without mercy.

I felt her hand snake between us and move down between my legs. Her long fingers circled my clit slowly, then faster, turning up the heat between us even higher. My breath hitched in my throat as I felt a familiar tingling start deep within me. She growled lowly, encouraging me to give in to the sensations coursing through my body and suddenly I felt two long, thick and very skilled fingers slide into me. It was both terrifying and exhilarating - this feeling of surrendering to someone who seemed to know exactly what I needed before I did. A woman too. My first, and like no woman I had ever encountered before. I threw my head back, biting my lip hard as I humped her hand as she held me in her lap. I lost myself to the sensations and before I knew it, I bore down on her fingers and came as waves of pleasure crashed over me, spilling between us in a torrent of hot, sticky wetness.

As I came down from the high, I opened my eyes to find her staring at me -- not with lust or desire but something darker - ownership. She had made me cum, she owned my pleasure in this moment. She owned my sex. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, but some part of me also wanted more.

"You're damn good at this," Butch rumbled, voice thick with arousal. "I say you're a pro whether you like it or not."

I shook my head, trying to regain my bearings as I felt her fingers slide out of me.

"No, no I haven't. I mean, I--I didn't expect... I'm not..." I stammered out. "I'm not a sex worker." My words felt like feeble protests after what had just happened.

She smirked, her eyes alight. She wasn't done. "I don't care what you think you are or aren't. It's my turn. I didn't pay just to get you off, hot as that was."

And just like that, she pulled me back into her embrace, her lips crashing down on mine again with demanding force. Her tongue found its way past my lips, exploring my mouth sensually. I sucked on it on instinct. With a growl of approval, Butch sank her teeth into my bottom lip, drawing blood. I gasped at the unexpected pain bookended by pleasure, feeling the warmth of it trickle down my chin as we continued to kiss. Her hand wandered lower, cupping my ass and squeezing it tightly. My heart pounded in my chest as she lifted me up so we were both fully on the bed.

"I've always wanted to get off on a straight girl's face." she whispered huskily, her fingers tracing my folds teasingly. "If you really are straight, or were, as you say, it looks like I finally get my wish"

Her free hand moved up to cup my breast, massaging it roughly, making my nipple harden in her hand. Goosebumps broke out over my chest. She'd activated my tits this time and I'd just been along for the ride. She hissed in appreciation at the sight of my hard nipples, then leaned down to take one into her mouth, sucking strongly. I gasped, feeling a rush of pleasure shoot straight to my core. The scent of pussy and feminine musk filled the air as she nibbled and sucked, sending electric shocks up my spine.

My eyes had fluttered shut at the strong sensations. I felt her suddenly shift and move, laying me on my back before climbing up and over my sore, sweaty body on the bed.

When I opened my eyes again, I was staring up at her bare pussy and impressively muscular thighs. She had managed to pull her pants (and underwear if she had had any) off in that one move I hadn't seen. I had never before been so close to another woman's sex but here it was, emanating warmth, glistening and wet between her well trimmed, curly, amber bush.

My breathing quickened as I realized what she was about to do. "Please, wait, I've never..."

"I know." She said reaching down to grab my hair. "That's what makes it so sweet."

Without another word, Butch roughly lowered herself onto my face, the slick warmth of her pressed against my lips making me gasp. I was nervous, unsure of what to do. As if sensing my hesitation, she pulled at my hair just slightly and pressed her clit to my tongue, starting a back and forth motion that my tongue began to follow.

"That's it, sweetheart," she purred. "Get used to the taste. Something tells me you'll be getting a lot of it, but I want you to remember my taste in particular. You'll never forget your first."

I was overwhelmed by the scent of her arousal mixed with the musky thickness of her wetness and the coppery tang of my own blood from the bite on my lip. It was an intoxicating mixture that made my head swim and body tingle in anticipation. I hadn't even realized my tongue was now actively moving against her clit and lips while she had gone still.

Her strong hands wound into my hair, holding me steady and she started to grind against me, hard. The soft moans that escaped her lips were encouraging, pushing me to explore further. Shyly at first, then with more confidence, I started to lick and probe with my tongue, taking cues from her reactions.

With each stroke, her grip on my hair tightened and her moans grew louder. She was bucking her hips against my mouth now in urgency as she chased her impending climax. I was merely her pleasure toy. She bucked and humped against my tiring mouth hard. Her legs tensed around my head as I tried to continue to explore her folds with an increasing fervor.

Suddenly I felt her stiffen above me and let out a guttural growl which echoed through the room. I was almost crushed against her firm body as her hands dug into my scalp. She rode my face with her orgasm, sealing me against her. I could feel her pussy pulsing in my mouth.

Slowly, she pried herself off of my sore and now very wet face, kneeling her strong bare legs next to where I still lay, spent and used on this motel bed. "Alright new girl, I daresay you earned your fee tonight. Aren't you proud? Not everyone gets me off on their first try."

Before I could answer, she'd leaned down and captured my lips in a bruising kiss, her tongue invading my mouth. I couldn't resist as she pulled me closer, our bodies pressing together. My body responded to the heat between us. Despite how this had been the last thing I'd wanted or expected, I couldn't believe I had made someone like...this, orgasm with my mouth. I felt powerful, desired, skilled. It was an odd sensation that intoxicated me even more in this moment. I was kissing hungrily, my arms reaching for her body again.

It was like she sensed my enthusiasm and wanted to leave me wanting more, because just like that, it was over. She stepped back, reaching for her pants, (no underwear to be seen) as if the transaction was now complete.

I flopped onto my back just lay there staring at the ceiling. I had no idea what to say, so I just listened to the sounds of her gathering her things.

Hearing her footsteps approach the door, I sat up on my elbows and tried to find words to say but came up empty. She shot me a glance and reached into her pocket. She pulled out a wad of bills and placed them on the small table by the door. I waited for her to say something but she just gave me a slight nod and a half smile before she opened the door and left. Business transaction concluded. I felt so cheap and used.

I don't know how long I just stared at the cash and the closed door but eventually I crawled my naked body to the top of the bed and pulled back the covers. I climbed within them, wincing at how cheap and starchy stiff these sheets felt. Still I needed to feel warm and human again after this bizarre encounter and the blankets helped warm me up quickly, which did make me feel a bit better. Suddenly, I pulled a pillow over my face and screamed a long sob into it. I just needed release from the violation and confusing sexual gratification I had just experienced.

The pillow was wet when I pulled it away from my hot flushed face. I wiped the remaining tears from my eyes and lay back.

"What the fuck?" I said to the now otherwise empty room. Before I could think on it much further, exhaustion from the day and the orgasm Butch had forced on me overtook me and I fell into a deep sleep.

Outside my room, things were just beginning for me. I didn't know it as I drifted off, but a new chapter of my life had just begun. Very soon, I was about to meet the woman who would completely alter my once promising, self assured, heterosexual, autonomous trajectory into something far more sapphic and...submissive.