Something Different

"What do you think?" Pippa asked, smoothing the tight red dress into place.

She checked her reflection in the mirror and then turned back towards her fiancée.

"Too revealing?" she asked.

The blonde knew the answer without asking. The skin-tight dress emphasised her impressive body's hourglass shape, and left as much flesh on show as it covered. It was borderline okay.

"Well?" she asked again, turning back to the mirror.

She wouldn't have dared wear the dress back home in England, but this was Rio de Janeiro. She'd purchased it especially for their holiday.

She checked out her reflection again. The low-cut neckline allowed a significant amount of her milky-cream cleavage to escape over the top, showing off her full breasts to maximum advantage. And the hem sat unreasonably high up on her long legs, displaying a vast amount of shapely thigh.

Suddenly his answer no longer mattered. It was sexy. She felt sexy. She was wearing it.

"You look incredible," Nick said, from across the room.

Pippa glanced back at him over her shoulder and smiled happily. Maybe his response did matter, after all? A girl couldn't have too much praise, could she?

"And you look as handsome as ever," she told him, running her gaze up and down his muscular body.

It was true. He was wearing a dark suit with a blue open-neck shirt, and the semi-formal look complimented his Clark Kent-type look and lopsided grin. They were a couple of days in to their holiday of a lifetime, and she'd never been so happy in her life.

"Not just handsome," she slowly said, feeling the need form between her thighs.

She felt horny, had done ever since she'd stepped off the plane at the Rio de Janeiro International Airport. This City just seemed to do that to you.

"More fuckable..." she purred, raising an eyebrow.

Taking two steps towards him, she dropped her hand to his groin and squeezed him through his trousers.

"Oh, did I do that?" she teased, batting her eyelashes at him as she felt him start to grow in her squeezing palm.

They didn't have time to fuck. That would have to wait until after the party. But the tingling inside her needed temporary release. She kissed him once, twice, as she tightened her grip further. They were in danger of being late and his mind was trying to resist, even if his cock had other ideas.

"It looks like I got your attention," she giggled, dragging down the zip of his trousers as she sunk to her knees before him.

His hands went to her head, as if he was about to object, but then they just dangled there, the tips of his fingers playing along the soft flesh of her shoulders.

"We have time," she reassured him, as she dragged his erection through the gap. "For the hors d'oeuvre, at least. The main course will have to wait until we get back."

He was already semi erect as she held his thick manhood both hands. When she stared up into his aroused eyes and deftly fed her prize between her lips, suddenly all his resistance was gone.

Her gaze stayed on his as he grew to full erection in her sucking mouth. She had always adored that moment. Cheeks hollowed, one hand cupping his balls and then other curled around his hard ass, she sucked all the way down to the base.

Nick began to groan out loud as she went to work on him. As blow jobs went, this was going to be one of her very best. But then, how could she not feel this inspired in a City as intensely magical and sensual as Rio de Janeiro?

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Pippa's black leather stilettos had been the final touch, perfectly complimenting her tight red dress and thrusting her firm, round asscheeks up and out as she sashayed across the floor. The party had been in full swing and yet it felt as if every pair of eyes was watching her as she had confidently entered the room.

Her full blonde hair was parted in the middle, framing her beautiful face, and her carefully applied make-up emphasized her large ice blue eyes, pert nose, high-sculpted cheekbones and lips that were unusually full for a natural blonde. Add to that her minimal pink lipstick—freshly reapplied after giving Nick head— and she was looking as hot as she felt.

They'd been told at the hotel that the revamped Cococabaña was one of the best nightclubs in the touristic heart of Rio, and it soon became clear why. The three-tiered nightclub practically vibrated to the beat of the heavy music, with live percussionists playing off giant conga drum stages as each unforgettable song seamlessly transitioned into the next.

To begin with, she and Nick embraced the atmosphere together, mingling with the crowd of beautiful partygoers on the dance floor. Pippa had never had so much fun dancing in her life.

Eventually they moved together to one of the stylish upstairs bars, but as the excessive amount of alcohol had kicked into her system, Pippa left her fiancée to it while she returned to the dance floor below them. Nick was near enough to call upon if she got herself into any sort of predicament—too much drink invariably impaired her judgement—but meantime how could she pass up on the irresistible call of the dance floor?

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Pippa's lush body glistened with perspiration as she whirled and spun for the next hour, losing herself completely to the intoxicating beat. The latest man she was with—one of a string of guys who had hit on her since she'd returned to the dance floor—really knew how to move, and his lean body rubbed against her at every opportunity.

Eventually, when he had her so aroused she was practically gagging for it, she pushed away from his clutching arms and hurried back to the upstairs bar. The only guy she intended to fuck tonight was her fiancé.

But Nick was nowhere to be found.

Taking her time to regain her composure, she ordered herself another cocktail while she waited for him to return. Why not? She was over her limit already and one more drink wouldn't make that much difference.

"You move very well," a female voice suddenly commented to her right.

Pippa smiled as she met the woman's large, dark eyes. She was the archetypical Latin beauty—with long, black hair that glistened loosely about her shoulders, a Salma Hayek-type curvaceous body only partially covered by her outfit, and full, thick lips covered with the darkest burgundy lipstick Pippa had ever seen.

But one thing set her apart from the normal type of Latin beauty Pippa had come across. A small gold ring was looped through the woman's left nostril.

"Thank you," she responded as she waited for her drink. "But so does everyone else here."

The woman smiled.

"Brazilian women grow up with the Latin rhythms," she softly said. "They use every part of their body to the music. So do you."

Pippa's smile broadened. The newcomer's exotic accent was sultry, caressing her slightly inebriated mind in a way she hadn't expected. Too much drink? When the woman moved closer, she could feel her hot breath on her cheek.

"I'm Vanity, by the way," she introduced herself, flashing her white teeth.

"Pippa," she replied. "You come here often?"

She immediately had to cover her mouth at the stupid line and then both women began to laugh so hard it took a few moments to compose themselves.

"I normally get that line from the guys here," Vanity said, shifting her weight against the bar. "But yes, actually, I do come here often. It's full of beautiful, unsuspecting tourists like you. I take advantage of them, of course."

Pippa laughed with her, but there was something about her tone that made her feel it was more than an amusing quip.

She surreptitiously took in the woman's sculpted body as her drink arrived. Vanity's tiny camisole top didn't cover much of her mocha brown body. Neither did the short black skirt that flounced around the top of her thighs.

Then Vanity was touching her bare arm.

"You're here by yourself?"

Pippa shook her head.

"I'm with my fiancée. He's somewhere around."

The Latina woman smirked, shifting her weight to draw attention to the wonderfully full tits that were screaming out of her low-sitting top.

"Who cares?" she smoothly said. "When two beautiful women like us get together, the sky is the limit."

Pippa blushed at the implication, although she couldn't hide the way her eyes kept returning to the woman's deep cleavage. What was wrong with her? Damn, she'd really had too much alcohol! Yet despite herself, she felt dizzy at the attention. Yes, she'd had too much to drink, but she knew well enough when another woman was coming on to her.

"Want any pills?" the sexy Latina asked out of the blue.

Pippa blinked as her voice caught in her throat.

"What?"

"It's the done thing around here," Vanity explained, with a nonchalant shrug of her mocha brown shoulders. "All the Brazilian women do. Want one?"

Pippa shook her head. "I ... I don't..."

The way the woman's luminous eyes looked up at her, the long lashes batting with disbelief, her stomach twittered and her heart skipped a beat. She shouldn't have felt embarrassed by the confession, but she did.

"You should try," Vanity said, reaching into her bra strap and removing a small, white tablet. "It opens up the evening to so many different possibilities..."

She left the statement hanging for a moment, holding the pill up between thumb and forefinger. Then she began to slide her tongue along her dark lips. Out and out ... further and further. It was the longest, yet sexiest-looking tongue Pippa had ever seen, curving into a pointy-tipped muscle.

Once it was fully unfurled, she slowly undulated it in the air, like a stripper might do with her body.

"Oh ...my ... God," Pippa couldn't help but gasp.

The woman smiled as Pippa stared, as if transfixed. Then she slipped the white pill onto her tongue, next to her gold piercing.

Keeping her gaze firmly on Pippa's, she stepped close enough that the soft skin of their legs intertwined, and captured the blonde's head in her long fingers. When her beautiful head tilted to the side, Pippa felt a shudder pass through her. Surely she wasn't going to try and kiss her?

She half opened her mouth to protest, but that only allowed Vanity to slowly push her long tongue between her pink lips, passing the pill from one mouth to the other.

Her incredible tongue practically pushed the pill down her throat, before undulating sexily inside her mouth—rolling along her upper palate, across her gums and against her cheeks and teeth. The feeling was unbelievable. Pippa didn't take drugs, ever. She wasn't bi, had never had an interest in other women. And yet here she was...

The Sapphic kiss seemed to go on and on. Her nipples and clit were so sensitive it felt like she could cum without being touched. Impossible. But true. And then Vanity was pulling her lips and that unbelievably probing tongue away.

"Feel better?" she softly asked.

As if on cue, Pippa felt the club shift. Things she'd thought were solid were not. The bar she was leaning on, the walls, even the floor, started to sway to the heavy beat of the music. And those lights. The bright colours were almost tactile...

"See what I mean?" Vanity whispered persuasively, and then added. "Come with me. I have something else you're going to love."

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The floor still seemed to be moving when they exited the small elevator and Vanity led her by the hand towards the dark couch area at the far end of the third floor.

Pippa was still feeling disoriented, as if she was on a ship that had just hit a swell in the ocean. But she felt good, too. Despite the much darker area on this floor, lights were still making trails across her vision and everything felt so wonderful. Even walking was a strange yet beautiful thing.

The Latina woman's short black skirt fluttered around the top of her mocha brown thighs with each step, displaying her well-defined long legs to perfection, and it was difficult to take her eyes off such perfection.

Most of the plush leather couches in the secluded far corner of the room were already occupied, by couples in various intimate embraces. But one at the very back was available, as if waiting for them. Vanity guided her to it, sitting down first before pulling Pippa onto her lap.

"Let's make ourselves comfortable, shall we?" she seductively whispered, wrapping her arms around Pippa's neck and drawing their faces closer.

Her spicy perfume was intoxicating.

"Feeling good?" she sexily breathed.

Pippa nodded. She'd never felt better.

"I want you to feel good," Vanity told her, brushing a loose strand of blonde hair away from Pippa's right eye. "Tell me what you want."

"Want?" Pippa said aloud, and then broke down into a fit of giggling.

She rested her hands on Vanity's shoulders and felt a tingle in her thighs at the warm touch. She was being swept away by the speed by which this was all happening, but was that a bad thing? Everything felt so intimate, somehow. That was good. She loved intimacy. She stared into her eyes, seeing a beautiful, vibrant woman staring back.

"You want to feel good," Vanity told her. "You want me to make you feel good."

"Yes," Pippa instantly agreed.

That was exactly what she needed. She thought of Nick and his lopsided grin. But her fiancée didn't make her cunt wet like this. Her body felt good. So fucking good...

"I want that, too," Vanity told her. "Does this make you feel good?

Pippa didn't understand the question immediately but then she suddenly realised her breasts were exposed. Someone had pulled the shoulder straps of her dress to her waist and Vanity's hands were cupping her tits, squeezing them.

"Oh yes," she moaned.

Her nipples had been hard before but now were like rocks. And she was juicing so much she thought she must have orgasmed.

"What about this?" Vanity asked, sliding one long-nailed hand downwards.

She worked it under the hem of Pippa's short red dress and brushed her fingers against her damp panties.

Pippa's body instantly jerked as if she was a puppet on the end of a string.

"You want this, too, don't you?" Vanity asked, closely observing every expression on the Englishwoman's face.

She used a long fingernail to cut through the skimpy material and then her fingers were on Pippa's bare skin. They circled her clit without touching it and then ran underneath her asscheeks, tracing their way along the crevice between them, before returning back again.

"Oh, Geez..."

Pippa bit her lip as an orgasm instantly consumed her. Just like that. With Nick, it took longer before she could cum. This woman had made her climax in just a few seconds.

Had she ever felt this aroused?

"Want more?" Vanity asked.

Pippa nodded instantly. She wanted it badly. She'd never wanted anything as much in her young life.

As she stared helplessly into those mesmerising dark eyes, Pippa flicked her long tongue out. It undulated in the air between them like a mesmerizing snake, until it moved closer and brushed across Pippa's partly open mouth.

"Take it," she commanded, as she swept the curved tip along the inside of the woman's pink lips. "It's yours."

Pippa didn't even need to think. Her animal instincts instantly took over and she wrapped her wet lips around the proffered tongue, sucking it deep into her humid mouth.

Vanity curled a hand behind her neck, holding her head in position as Pippa sucked on the offering as if it were a cock. Her other continued to stroke between the milky-cream thighs, and when she edged a single finger inside Pippa's cunt and curled it in a ball, a second climax instantly exploded inside the English woman's trembling body.

"I'm going to make you cum like you've never cum before," Vanity breathed huskily, as she pulled her face a fraction away. "But first I have a surprise for you."

She took hold of Pippa's wrist and pulled her hand under the hem of her short black skirt.

"Have you ever met a woman with a girl-cock before?" she softly asked. "In Brazil there are quite a few of us."

The words didn't register inside Pippa's fuzzy brain at first. She heard them. She understood them. And yet at the same time they didn't make sense. Not until the throbbing hardness in her clutching palm began to increase in size.

When realisation hit her, it was like a sledgehammer. She almost fainted. No. Such a thing was impossible. Wasn't it? She'd read stories, of course, but...

She tightened her grip on the shaft between the beautiful woman's legs, just to be sure. It was true. She had a cock. It was warm, like Nick's, but much bigger. And thicker. She could hardly close her fingers around the thick girth.

What had she called it? A girl-cock?

"Didn't I say you'd love my surprise," Vanity teased.

A fiery wetness formed between Pippa's thighs. Control was slipping away. When she began to jerk the enormous shaft, Vanity began to slowly move her curvy hips back and forward in time with the movement. Just like Nick did when she masturbated him...

"That feels so good, doesn't it?" she huskily asked, her tone was a little heavier under the stroking fingers. "But why don't you suck it? You'd like that, yes?"

Pippa gasped. This woman was being so good to her. She'd never wanted anything so much. Adjusting her position, she swept her blonde hair over one shoulder as she dipped her head forward and down.

How could any woman refuse the meaty offering infront of her? She loved everything about Vanity's girl-cock. The throbbing veins, the plush ridge of its head, the heady musk.

Her fingers shook with excitement as she held the veiny girth tight enough for her to take as much between her eager pink lips as she could. The first taste was infectious and then she was marvelling at how good it felt to suck this beautiful woman.

"That's it," Vanity encouraged, stroking her blonde hair. "Like that..."

Pippa almost gagged as she took the hard shaft deep into her throat, and then she nearly came at the erotic sensation. She'd given her fiancée a blow job before they'd left for the party but this was different. Much more exciting.

In the far reaches of her mind, a part of her knew it was the alcohol and drug racing through her veins. But that only made her want more of it. She was giving head to a stranger. A woman, at that. A beautiful woman. How could anything that felt so good be bad?

Her sucking lips devoured the first leakage of precum. She swallowed it deep into the back of her throat and then her tongue returned to the big purple head, licking around the crown in an effort to tease more from the giant phallus. She had no idea how long she lost herself in her own pleasure, but she gave her sexual heart and soul into pleasing the quietly moaning woman.

When Vanity eventually pulled her head away, she moaned out her protest, desperately trying to fasten her lips around the throbbing monster again.

"So eager," Pippa heard the woman chuckle, as she moved away.

Then her strong hands were helping her turn her milky-cream body until she was on all fours facing away from her.

"It's time," Vanity softly said, running her stiff girl-cock along the length of Pippa's dripping wet furrow.

The action was so sudden, so effortless, so instinctive, that it felt the most natural thing in the world.

Pippa looked over her shoulder, a couple strands of her blonde hair catching in her pink lip-gloss. For a second, she looked like she was going to say something. A final objection. Her pupils shifted focus from one of Vanity's eyes to the other, searching her face. But then her own eyes were fluttering shut as she gave in to the inevitable.

This woman was going to fuck her...

Her pussy buzzed, aching to be filled. Thoughts of Nick drifted lazily through her mind. Her loving fiancée. Her sweet, kind fiancée. But right then, the heady mixture of drugs, drink and this beautiful woman's thick girl-cock were overriding every logical thought.