Kiara and Gracie with terrific measures – 03

“Feels good, doesn’t it?’ she whispered.

“Yes,” Gracie replied in a sexy, breathless, but somehow sheepish voice.

“You’re about to cum again, aren’t you?”

“I think so.”

“Don’t fight it, babe, just let it come.”

“Okay,” she replied unsurely.

Kiara was unsure if Gracie’s sudden acquiescence was a product of the drug’s side effects or of her monster orgasm. Whichever was the case, the dark girl decided to take full advantage of it. Her questing fingers found Gracie’s little bud and began to really work on it as her hips kept the dildo working in long, even strokes. Gracie moaned, then gasped and with another wild lunge she came. Kiara was a little taken aback, she wondered if all Gracie’s orgasms were going to be so violent. Her own experience was that they ebbed and flowed, some strong, some weak, but maybe that didn’t apply here.

Or maybe she’s just so frustrated that she’s built up a lot of need, Kiara thought.

Kiara kept plowing into her lover’s ass and continued to manipulate her clit. A second orgasm quickly followed, and a third and then.

“Wow” Kiara said in amazement as Gracie went into another paroxysm while gurgling happily.

Sensing the time was right, Kiara pulled out and fought her way out of the harness. She hurried to the dinette, grabbed a chair and put it right next to the head of the table. She then straddled the table, lowered her ass to the edge of it, and leaned back on the chair. This placed her pussy right in Gracie’s face, while giving her some stability.

The small girl looked up dazedly and wrinkled her nose.

“Bren?” she asked.

“Eat my pussy, baby,” Kiara coaxed.

“But….”

“No buts. Just do it, baby,”

She looked confused, but shrugged and closed her eyes. Kiara nearly came when she saw Gracie’s little pink tongue slip from between her lips. Kiara used her hands to pry her sticky lips apart and scooted a little closer. The first contact of Gracie’s velvety tongue on her pussy sent a jolt through her like none she could remember. It only got better as the small girl began to lap at her pussy like a kitten would.

Kiara had always loved getting ahead. Male or female, it made no difference to her enjoyment. She found women usually had better technique, but it was far from an absolute. Gracie had none. In this case though, that lack of technique had absolutely no correlation to the pleasure. Just watching her was driving Kiara to distraction. As the bound girl got used to the aroma and taste, she seemed to lose some of her hesitancy. When Kiara began to moan and grind her hips, Gracie became bolder and more vigorous. Kiara held off as long as she could, but when she finally gave in and came, the orgasm was astounding.

It wasn’t as physically powerful as some she had experienced, but in her head, the mental turn on made it uniquely pleasurable. The bursts of pleasure soon carried her away and when she looked down she was holding Gracie’s head tightly to her pussy. She let go and found Gracie watching her curiously.

“What?” Kiara asked.

“Why?” she asked, tears forming in her big brown eyes.

Kiara smiled as encouragingly as she could and leaned in close. She had possessed herself of Gracie’s body by force, but she dreaded this, the really brutal part.

“Brian’s going to ask you for a divorce, baby. Not because he doesn’t love you, but because you’ve become an insufferable bitch since you got pregnant. You’re wound so tight I couldn’t force a nail up your ass with a trip hammer. You’re alienating everyone, with your constant whining and need for attention. God loves you, baby, you’re as sweet as the day is long, but you couldn’t be destroying your life any more thoroughly if you were trying.”

“I’m not trying,” she said, tears streaming from her eyes.

“I know, baby.”

“Besides,” she sniffled, “What has that got to do with this?”

“You suck at sex. I felt like that was the root of your problems. You were frustrated, and afraid and your lack of desire for him was causing Brian problems that were just adding to the overall stress level around here. You didn’t know how to enjoy getting down, and no matter what happens now, you can’t say it ain’t good, can you?”

“No,” she admitted, “But you didn’t have to give a demonstration, did you? You could have just told me.”

“I’ve tried to just tell you. I’ve tried to help, but every time I go there, you clam up or get pissed.”

“So you think that’s an excuse to rape me?” she cried.

“Ouch. I probably deserved that, but I won’t apologize. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I only saw one chance to keep you from making a huge mistake. I did what I had to do.”

“So you’re saying this was a public service? That you didn’t enjoy it?”

“No, baby, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it,” Kiara admitted.

Gracie’s face went from furious to relieved before Kiara’s stunned eyes.

“Good. At least it wasn’t a chore,” she said softly.

“What on earth would make you think it was a chore? You’re dead sexy.”

“Am I?”

“Of course you are,” Kiara replied.

She hadn’t anticipated the conversation going like this and it was rapidly taking on a surreal quality she couldn’t fathom.