Kiara and Gracie with terrific measures – 02

She took a step back and really thought about what she was about to do. She wasn’t too worried about the consequences if she failed. Gracie would never, under any circumstances, go to the cops. It might ruin their friendship, but Kiara was resigned to that anyway. If she took no action, Suze would move back to Peoria and her parents after Brian divorced her. They already hated Kiara’s guts, for being black and their daughter’s friend, among other things. So she would lose her friend in any scenario that didn’t save her marriage.

If she succeeded, Suze would probably save her marriage. Of course, she might not be Gracie anymore. Realizing sex was fun and did strange things to people. But that was a chance Kiara was willing to take.

Kiara kicked off her sandals and sat next to her friend. Her hands were shaking just a bit as she undid the pretty buttons on Gracie’s blouse. Beneath it she wore a simple, white, full coverage, front closure bra. Kiara shook her head and unclasped it, her eyes sparkled as she got a good look at her friend’s tits. They were small, but perfectly formed, and capped with small dusky aureoles and thick, stubby nipples. They were pert, rode high on her chest and the skin was creamy and flawless. Even with her pregnancy they were still barely a handful. Quite a contrast to Kiara’s own dark bra busters. “Hmmm? Wha? Hmmm?” Gracie groggily moaned.

“Just relax, baby, just getting you a little more comfy. Nothing wrong with that, is there?” Kiara said in a soothing voice.

“Comprable,” Gracie said, and then giggled.

Kiara slipped the bra off her shoulders and unbuttoned her jeans. She was hoping for something sexy, but as she tugged them down she saw Gracie wore simple white cotton granny panties.

“Damn, girl, why do you insist on wrapping this hot little body in such ugly underwear?”

Kiara didn’t wait for a response, sliding her hands into the waistband and pulling the panties off. Gracie’s pussy was very trim, the mount of Venus barely discernible. Golden red pubic curls hid her lips from view. Kiara tossed the panties and used her fingers to part the soft pubes. She felt a bit nervous when she saw that Gracie’s lips were very delicate. She had the smallest, most dainty pussy Kiara had ever seen, and she wondered if taking Dana’s advice on the bitch tamer had been a mistake after all.

“Nakey?” Gracie giggled drunkenly.

Kiara could see she was coming around. Already she had progressed from semi functional to that stage where everything was funny. She quickly removed the drinks and magazines and used Gracie’s ugly panties to wipe down the tabletop. It took some effort to get the petite girl onto the table, she was small, but in her drugged state, her body was almost dead weight. Kiara stuffed a couch cushion under her tummy with some difficulty.

From her bag, Kiara grabbed four cuffs and tossed them on the floor. These were all made of thick black leather and lined with soft white fur. Each was adjustable and held closed by two thin leather straps and buckles. A heavy metal D ring was set into each.

Kiara attached one to each of Gracie’s wrists and ankles, and then hooked the D rings into the straps. She stood back a moment to admire her handiwork. She hadn’t started out with any thought of particularly enjoying what she was going to do, but the sight of petite little Gracie; naked, helpless, with her perfect little ass up thrust and her pussy exposed sent a thrill through Kiara that was undeniable. She was mildly surprised to realize she was getting damp. Even more, she was surprised to realize she was going to enjoy the hell out of this.

“Maybe I’m still a little cunt crazy,” she said to herself.

“Cunt. Cunt, cunt, cunt,” Gracie repeated in a little girl voice.

Kiara smiled and headed upstairs. She wanted to give Suze a little more time to come around and she also wanted to satisfy herself with a few things before she committed to this. In the bedroom, she breezed past the big bed and pulled open Gracie’s dresser drawers. Beautiful clothes, expensive, carefully folded and neat. Dior, Ann Taylor, Talbot’s. And fucking ugly underwear. All cotton, all granny cut. Bras all the same. Just fucking unbelievable, she thought. No nighties, no negligees, no outfits for role play, no stockings for garter belts, just control top hose. As if Gracie had anything that needed controlling. There was barely a hint of fat left from the pregnancy.

It was almost like she intentionally refused to wear anything even mildly provocative. The only exception to the procession of blah white panties was a pair of red cotton bikini briefs. These were laundered, but Kiara could tell they hadn’t been worn much, if at all. She suddenly had an image of poor Brian, trying to get his wife something a little sexy and her never wearing them. No wonder the poor guy was ready to call it quits.

She padded through the rest of the house, to find everything immaculate. No dust anywhere, no clutter, a place for everything and everything in its place.

“Donna fucking Reed,” Kiara said.

Heading back downstairs, she shed her blouse. The investigation upstairs had sealed the deal. Kiara unbuttoned her jeans and wiggled out of them, taking the black thong with them. She kept her bra on, for the present. From her bag, she grabbed the harness and gingerly shook it out. It looked for all the world like an oversized pair of edible undies.

She stepped into the leg loops, and snuggled up the Velcro of the waistband, then gave each of the tabs a pull, until she felt the leather cod piece settle over her pussy. She wasn’t really sure she even had it on right and she had no idea of how tight it should be. A little experimentation followed, but she found herself sweating it more than she thought she would.

Kiara took out the Bitch Tamer, then eyed it. There was a small hole in the base, which seemed to be meant for the stud at the front of her harness.

She lined them up and pressed it firmly to the stud that was seated over her clit and jutting out. With three audible clicks the huge toy seated and when she let it go, it simply dropped under its own weight. She jogged her hips, feeling the exciter on her side of the harness rub against her clitoral hood and watching in fascination as her cock bobbed and bounced. She felt a really weird sense of power and she could see why men were so fascinated with their willies.

“Well, Mrs. Cleaver, it’s time for you to meet the neighbors,” Kiara said, smiling at her own joke.

From her bag she took a thick tube of high tech lube. It was called Hyperglide, and had been developed by NASA as a waterproof lubricant for high performance equipment. Kiara squeezed a good amount into her hand and began to slick up the toy at her waist. It took two more squeezes of the tube and both hands,

but she finally got the whole thing coated. From the bag, she then pulled out the set of kneepads Freby wore when laying tile. She wasn’t as young as she used to be, and she had anticipated the need to ease the pressure on her knees. She buckled them on, picked up the tube of lube and squeezed a good glob of it onto her hand, while kneeling at the foot of the table.

She put the kneepads up against the wood, and then cupped Gracie’s pussy and began to work the lube in.

“Huh? What? Kiara?”

“Relax babe, it’s just some lube.”

“Lube?”

“Yeah, to get you all slick and ready.”

“Ready for what…” her question faded into a soft moan as Kiara found her entrance and introduced two slick fingers. She felt another pang of doubt as Gracie’s pussy gripped her fingers. She was so tight Kiara had to muscle her way in, and that worried her. She hoped the Hyperglide would do the trick. At least she was sure Gracie hadn’t been lying about one thing, her tight little pussy was gently massaging Kiara’s fingers and it was obvious that she was in need of a good fucking.

Kiara eased her fingers out and used both hands to grip the shaft of her cock and hold it on target. This proved to be far more difficult than she had anticipated. While she had a good line of sight, the lack of feedback from the toy left her nervous and she moved with extreme care, lest she hurt Gracie. When it finally seated, she began to lean forward, letting her weight slowly settle in behind the thick toy. Gracie groaned raggedly.

“Stop! It hurts. Please, Kiara.”

The dark-skinned woman ignored her and put more weight behind the toy. She was fascinated at the way it was stretching Gracie’s pussy.

“Kiara? What are you doin…” her words were cut off by an ‘oomph’ as the head slipped past her outer ring of muscles and into her quivering pussy.

“Giving what you said you needed. A good hard fucking!” Kiara crowed.

Gracie seemed to become more aware and began to struggle, but the bonds held her fast. Kiara pressed forward slowly, then rocked back slightly, just like Freby did with her. As she watched, an inch of the thick shaft, then another slowly sank into Gracie’s tight channel.

“Stop it! This isn’t funny,” Gracie painted.

“You’re right there, babe, it’s hot as hell, but it damn sho ain’t funny.”

“Kiara, please, this is wrong!” Gracie cried as more of the thick intruder invaded her secret place.

“Shut up. Just shut up and enjoy it. You’ve been crying for days that you needed it, and now you’re gonna get it in spades.”

“Not from you!”