When the Cat's Away… Ch. 02

"Sorry, no can do. Now would you kindly let me pass. My girlfriend must be upstairs."

In an instant he backed off, disappearing into the shadows. Had it been something I'd said? Then it dawned on me. I had just portrayed myself as a young woman batting for the other side, a lesbian, and what's more . . . it sort of came naturally. I disappeared back upstairs, not wanting to chance my luck again, and practically forced my way through the crowds. The odd hand caressing my pert bottom as I went never stopped me from my goal. I needed to be out of here and off to the hotel. Hitting daylight, ok dusk light, I filled my lungs deeply then headed off.

If that was the wrong place, then there was only one right place.

Before long I was wandering into the familiar lobby area. I glanced over at the reception counter, remembering how I had been called back when I left last time. There was a smartly dressed man standing behind the counter. Had he just smiled at me? I wrote it off as nothing, just a pleasant welcome given to all the guests, and wandered off in the direction of the bar where we had eaten before. Again, there was no Naty. By now, I was starting to fume inside. Why was she playing these games and why was I playing along with them? I spun around, intent on heading back home when a young waiter approached.

"Excuse me miss," he said in a slightly French accent "your friend asked whether you could take this up to her room. She said that you would know where to go."

Before I could utter a word, I had a been handed an ice bucket, complete with a bottle of Champagne and a couple of glasses.

"The lifts are on the right," he continued "but I think you know that also."

With a smile and a wink, he left, and I wandered off in the direction of the lifts. I was alone this time, watching the numbers grow as the lift made its journey upwards. The tell-tale ring of a bell told me I was there. I was breathing quickly as the doors slid open and I wandered down the corridor. There was a glimmer of light around the frame of a slightly open door at the end. It was the one, the same room as last time. My pace quickened, along with my heartbeat, as headed towards the light. Slowly I eased the door open and peered inside. There was nothing. I took a step inside, allowing the door to ease shut and then called out in little more than an inquisitive whisper.

"Naty, are you there?"

There was silence, seemingly for an eternity, before a reply came back.

"In here Claudia and bring the bucket with you."

Just the sound of her voice caused my heart to skip a nervous beat. Checking that the door was securely shut, I headed into the bedroom area of her suite. There she was, lounging back in the middle of the bed dressed in nothing more than a white gown. I stood and stared, my mind now reeling off images of that previous night. I was still fuming at the way she had got me here, but now that I was here the fuming was not so much volcanic but more akin to the last embers of a once roaring fire.

She stood up and walked over to where I was standing. I looked at her beaming smile as she took the ice bucket from my grasp and placed it on the side.

"I knew you'd come Claudia," came Naty's seductive voice. "You look more beautiful than ever. Aren't you going to say hello?"

I was just about to object, to get up on my soapbox and give her a piece of my mind when I felt those long arms around my shoulders as Naty pulled me in close. I could already feel the warmth of her body through her gown, and my mind flicked to wondering what she had on underneath. It was then that she pressed her soft lips gently against my own. Deep down I knew this was wrong, but with that one kiss my resolve was draining away as I remembered our time together on that very bed. I never even flinched as my scarf fell to the floor, nor as the zipper slowly sank down my back and my dress went the same way, leaving me standing dressed in nothing more than a matching set of red knickers and bra and that pair of black over the knee length socks. Naty took a step back admiring her handiwork.

"You are so beautiful Claudia."

Without thinking, I smiled back at her. Naty was exactly as I remembered her.

"Why don't make yourself comfortable while I pour us a couple of glasses of wine."

I watched as she turned away and headed for the bottle of champagne. God, for a larger older woman, she had one cute ass. Quickly I discarded the socks—there certainly wasn't much sex appeal in red lingerie combined with black socks—and relaxed onto the bed, feeling the warmth in the sheets where Naty had not long since been lying. I stared, wide eyed, as she returned, the belt of her gown now undone and the loose fabric wafting around as she walked. My hunch was right, Naty had nothing on underneath. The sight of her naked body appearing and disappearing from within the folds of her gown was something else, and before long my deepest desire was to be inside that gown snuggled up against her naked flesh.

I reached out and took the glasses from her, holding them out ready to be filled. Naty, gown now wide open revealing her clean shaved mound and plump breasts, knelt on the end of the bed across my ankles. She fiddled with the bottle, discarding the foil then mesh before finally turning her attention to the cork. An almighty pop sent it flying towards the ceiling. Instantly my eyes followed the cork as it flew upwards.

"Aghhh, Naty!" I screamed as chilled Champagne spouted out of the bottle and across my midriff. Without hesitation, but still too late, I slammed a glass in front of the bottle catching any more before it soaked the bed. I passed it to Naty and filled one for myself. There I lay, my lower body and knickers now drenched in Champagne. I had on my sternest face, showing my discontent. Naty though just sipped her drink and laughed.

"Looks like somebody's wet themselves, doesn't it?" she chortled between mouthfuls of drink. Glass empty, she discarded it and leaned forward towards me. "Don't you think it would be a shame to waste good bubbly?" she whispered before running her tongue gently over my stomach. It took all of my willpower not to laugh as her tongue ran its way up and down my body, gently cleaning away any lingering fizz. Down and down she went, not stopping at my soaked knickers but continuing all the way until she was delving in between my legs. She looked up, chortled again and whispered.

"Looks like someone's a bit wet down here. What do you think we should do about it?"

Without waiting for an answer, Naty eased my soaked knickers down over my hips, revealing my red bush covered mound. I lifted my ass gently to help as she pulled them down my legs. Standing up again, her gown dropping to the floor, Naty pulled my knickers over my ankles and dropped them on the floor. I never noticed her foot gently flick them well under the bed, far enough to be tucked totally out of sight. My last bastion of modesty, the bra, was soon removed leaving me as naked as my older lover. It was deja vu once more as I waited for Naty to delve her face deep between my legs. Much to my discontent, she didn't. Instead she just stood there staring at my flame red bush. Slowly I spread my legs, just enough to provide a tantalising glimpse of my wet snatch, but still there was no response.

"Was this it?" I thought to myself. Had she lured me here just to cover me in Champagne and tease me? More to the point though, why was I feeling disappointed? After all I had convinced myself that this shouldn't happen again, so what was the problem?

I gazed up at Naty. There was something about her, something I desired, something I needed. I still couldn't put my finger on what. She was older, she was larger but still she had a presence . . . a very sexual, seductive presence. I couldn't leave it like this. I needed her. Smiling up I whispered back at my would-be lover, spreading my legs even further apart.

"What's wrong Naty? I thought it was what you wanted."

My eyes fixed to her fuller figure, I watched as Naty poured a couple more glasses of bubbly. She sat at the side of me on the bed and handed me one, smiling at me before downing her own glass.

"Oh, my dear Claudia, absolutely it's what I want. I can think of nothing better, but I need to know that you want it too."

"I came, didn't I?" was the only thing I could think to say.

"Yes, you did. But why did you come? Was it for us or was it for the photos?"

I downed my own fizz. She had asked a question and to be honest I was struggling so much to answer it. For sure I had come because of the photos, or more because of the risk of them getting into other hands, but now I was here, the photos seemed almost irrelevant. Why was it so difficult to give an answer to a simple question?

"So, I need to know Claudia. I need to know if you are here for us or here for yourself? We can be good together. I think you know that, but do you believe that? I enticed you here because I wanted to fuck your brains out, to fuck you like only another woman can do. Tell me Claudia, tell me do you want the . . . "

I let my body do the talking, pulling Naty towards me and planting my soft lips over hers. There we lay, our naked bodies firmly snuggled up against each other, her large melons dwarfing my smaller tits. We kissed, tongues entwining as our passions grew. Finally, I broke away from the kiss, but not from the embrace. I ran my lips up her neck before whispering into her ear.

"Yes, please Naty. Fuck me Naty."

I took her free hand and placed it over my mound, waiting for her fingers to delve inside. Instead though she smiled and whispered back at me.

"I said fuck you, not finger you. I can see you've got a lot to learn. Now wouldn't you like to see me get my cock out. I like a nice big one, but I guess we'll start somewhere in the middle for you. What do you think, Claudia? Excited?"

I had to admit that I was awash with emotions. I should have been shocked at the audacity of this woman, but to be honest it was a mixture of intrigue, taboo and excitement which were flooding my senses. What did she mean about getting her cock out? I already knew she had a clean-shaven mound, so it had to be a dildo she was talking about. Nothing new about that, I had one myself for the times Steffen was away, but I would never have talked about fucking myself with it.

I was all eyes as Naty wandered over to a chest of drawers and bent down to open the bottom one. What a view! Bent over at the waist, and with her legs slightly splayed, I got a full eyeful of her now aroused pussy and rosebud to boot. God how I fancied running my tongue over those plump lips, teasing the delights hidden inside. Maybe later, I thought to myself. Maybe later!

For now though, I wondered, listening to the sounds of rummaging, just what she was looking for. It didn't take long to find out, as my lover glanced back at me, winked and then stood up once more. She was holding some sort of black leather or plastic strap like thing. I couldn't see enough of it to work out exactly what it was, but it was intriguing. Curiously I watched as Naty, still facing away from me, put one foot inside the strap, then the other. There was a third strap running between her feet, so I now knew it was some sort of harness, but with a kind of plastic protrusion attached to it. If I didn't know better, I would say it was a short fat dildo, but pointing inwards and upwards. I was like a rabbit caught in the headlights, my gaze affixed to this contraption as she eased it slowly up her legs, tightening it slightly over her hips to keep it in place before turning her intention to the protrusion itself. I was right, it was a dildo of sorts. Licking her fingers, Naty dampened the end and then gently eased it up inside her already moist pussy. A final pull on the harness and a tightening of the straps above her hips, secured it all in place.

"Ready?" she teased before slowly, seductively turning around.

I gasped. Here was Naty, my lesbian lover, sporting a long black cock. Suddenly I knew just what she meant when she said she wanted to fuck my brains out. My heart missed a beat at the thought of that thing pounding in and out of my pussy. It wasn't as big as Steffen's monster, but it was equally as long and being rubber it wasn't going to go down quickly. I was still staring, watching the phallus wobble from side to side as Naty walked back over to the bed.

"Do you like my cock?" she whispered.

Words were difficult to find. Did I like it? Was it more like I loved it? Was I nervous of it? Was I indeed now a little scared of it? I sat there, goggle eyed, mouth slightly open. I couldn't explain myself, but the one thing I did know was that this woman was indeed going to fuck me, with that rubber cock . . . and what's more I wanted it.

"Come my little Claudia, come and say hello to your new best friend. Come on, don't be shy!"

Like an excited child, I scooted down the bed and sat right on the end, watching as the long black cock moved closer and closer to my face. It was surreal, bizarre, but real at the same time and I just had to have a feel. Nervous at first, I ran my fingers over the straps of the harness, savouring the feel of cold leather—yes it was leather after all—against the warmth of naked flesh. Across her waist, over her hips and down between her legs I traced the leather with increasing pressure, feeling how she was almost one with her newborn cock. There was a little gasp from Naty as I ran my hand across her leather clad pussy and I suddenly remembered the dildo up inside my lover. Now I understood, it was two for the price of one.

Full of sudden enthusiasm, I grabbed at the rubber phallus and started to stroke it, imagining Steffen's monster growing larger in my hands. It was only a lump of rubber, but already I was feeling hot, so hot, down below. Faster and faster I ran my hand up and down the shaft, giving a hand job to a rubber cock, encouraged purely by the quiet gasps from my lover as the dildo shifted gently inside her. For sure this was going to be fun. It was Naty though who broke me out of my playtime.

"If I was you, I'd give it a quick blowjob whilst you decide how you want to be fucked."

"Eh?" I responded quizzically.

"You know, get it nice and wet. Then my girl, what'll it be? Missionary, cowgirl, doggy or maybe, just maybe, backdoor."

I shook my head at the latter. I guess deep down I was not so adventurous. Cocks were for hands, pussies and maybe every now and then the odd tit fuck. I wasn't a fan of oral and for sure the backdoor was off limits. I reached out, taking the length of the phallus in my hand and weighing it up against Steffen's. A nervous gulp and then I replied.

"On top," came my reply, not even thinking to clarify who was on top.

Tentatively I stuck my tongue out and dabbed at the end of the cock. As expected, it had a rubbery taste, not disgusting but not enjoyable either. There was only one thing for it, and that was to get this over with quickly. I took the head in my mouth, licked around the girth and pulled off again. A little spittle in my hand helped with the shaft and within minutes the rubber phallus was glistening. I ran my fingers over my own snatch, feeling at my own dampness and imagining the upcoming impalement.

"Ready?" whispered Naty, her words accompanied by a gentle pout and a knowing wink. "Ready to be fucked like only a woman can do?"

It was time. Naty took me by the hand and pulled me up from the bed. We kissed deeply, the length of the long black cock now pressed hard up against my body. I wiggled slightly, enjoying the feel as it rubbed across my mound. I was so engrossed that I barely noticed the way in which we had swapped positions, Naty now standing at the foot of the bed. She sank down and sat in the same place I had been moments before, her cock now standing upwards and begging to be ridden. Naty inched backwards, as far onto the bed as her knees would allow and I took the liberty of straddling her outstretched legs, the black cock once again sandwiched between our bodies as we embraced.

We kissed, tongues entwined once more, our bodies moving in unison as we grasped fervently at each other. Passion had taken over, our lips working their magic, the feel of breasts moving against each other heightening our heat, and the feel of that hard cock against my hot mound turning me on. Slowly I lifted at the knees and positioned the tip over my moist opening. A little rubbing up and down my glistening snatch set my juices flowing more freely. Happy, I nudged the tip back up against my opening and sank down ever so slightly.

"Mmmm," I moaned as the hard tip slid inside.

There I stayed, bobbing up and down slightly on the very tip, my body alive with heat as the rubber cock teased my opening. Gently I felt my opening stretch over the tip as the cock went in, then relax back as it slid out. Over and over again I ran the tip just inside then out again, ever so slightly deeper on every stroke. I was in a world of my own, my whole desire just to feel this rubber phallus dip inside then withdraw. I barely felt Naty's hands on my shoulders, until . . .

"Aghhh!"

I screamed as she pushed me down hard onto the cock, plunging me all the way as my pussy encapsulated its whole length. Totally filled, I sat there, gasping slightly from the forced invasion, getting used to the feel inside. Slowly, I rose and fell, enjoying the feel as the rubber cock slid gently inside. I was in control, something Steffen seldom allowed, and I was going to take my time. I continued my gentle rhythm, rising up and down like one of those merry-go-round horses, the shaft moving oh so gently inside. Already my walls were starting to tighten around the invader as the heat built inside, tiny embers of climax radiating out from deep inside. Gradually I was building up in speed and intensity, inching my way towards the edge. Gradually that was, until those same hands held me down, the cock fully impaled inside my wanton pussy but with nowhere to go.

"Naty!" I moaned. "I'm nearly there, just a little more. Please, Naty!"

I could see her smiling, almost enjoying the control she had over me. She had me whimpering in her arms without even doing anything. A few minutes passed, the fires subsided and then she released her grip. "So not fair," I thought to myself as I built up my rhythm once more, again feeling the vestiges of climax rise to the surface before once more being curtailed in my prime. She was playing with me, and she knew it. I though, was just getting more desperate to cum on each occasion.

It was on the fourth time she took me by surprise. Her hands on my shoulders, I expected to be held down motionless over the rubber cock. This time though, instead of holding me down, she held my shoulders in place as she thrust upwards from below ramming the cock inside. Once, twice, three times, I was starting to gasp for breath knowing that it wouldn't take much more. Then I felt myself lifting, actually being lifted, up and off the bed. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and my feet around her ass, as Naty lifted me up with the cock still deep inside my pussy.

I could feel it slip inside as she turned around and started to place me gently back down on the bed. Eventually the whole length slipped out of my dripping pussy, glistening in my juices. I slid up the bed, hoping that my expectation of what was to come was correct. I wasn't disappointed, as Naty knelt between my now outstretched legs, the gleaming rubber pointing straight at my waiting pussy. There was nothing gentle now as Naty, in one clean move, impaled her cock deep inside. We gasped at the same time, the sudden movement felt deep inside both of our hot pussies. She grabbed my hips, pulling my ass higher up onto her legs, and then she was off. There was no stopping Naty. She was like a runaway train speeding on its journey, a jackhammer pounding all before it, as she pummeled away at my sensitive pussy.