RED SOX: Please, believe!
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by
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Connor fumbled for the phone on the third ring. She managed to get it to her ear after dropping the receiver twice.
“WHAT?” Her voice was hoarse for the amount of liquor she consumed with Benjy after the Golden Globes.
A seductive purr answered, “Just wondering what happened to my bad ass Master. Your bitches missed you.”
Connor started to grin in spite of the pounding headache focused between her eyes, “Hope I’m not going to have to punish you both for touching each other.”
“Oh no, Master! We would never fornicate without your permission,” Sammi promised solemnly “or without you filming every filthy little act of debauchery.”
“Sorry, I didn’t make it down to Malibu last night. I would have preferred spending my time fucking you two senseless than sitting here…,”
“Then let’s not waste time talking about miss opportunities.” Sammi interrupted.
Connor barked out a laugh, “Somebody’s getting uppity.”
“You’re just going to have to put me back in my place. I need to be kept on a short leash,” Sammi advised. “I’m on my way to your hotel. Gina’s in the back seat. I practically had to tie her down to keep her from playing with herself. In fact, she’s strapped into a chastity belt at the moment.”
Connor was getting wet just thinking about the pair racing to her door, “Did you bring some toys with you?”
“Oh ya,” Sammi chuckled. “I went to the Hustler store and picked up a couple of new treats.”
“When will you be here? Do I have time for a shower?”
“Nope, I’m two blocks away and horny as a virgin bride. Get your stinky ass down to the lobby, Master, and you can start fucking Gina while I take us to my trailer on the set. I just had a swing installed.”
“I’ll be right down but I’d much rather go back to Malibu,” Connor replied. “The view is better.”
“Malibu it is. See you five,” Sammi said.
Connor, in her haste, almost dropped the phone again but managed to tip it into the cradle on the nightstand. She staggered around the room gathering her clothes. She decided to forgo underwear and tugged on the basics. Her pants were on but not buttoned, her feet were stuffed into sneakers, and she was still pulling on her shirt when she stepped into the common area of the suite.
Benjy was sitting bare-chested on the couch. Startled by her sudden entrance, he pulled his cereal bowl closer in a futilr effort to cover his pink nipples.
“Are you leaving again? I thought you were going to help me with the movie today?” Benjy whined.
Conner stopped and glared at him, “Last night I thought you said you only had editing left to do. Tell me what else isn’t done?”
“Nothing much. The sound is done and the clip you saw at the Globes yesterday.”
“Benjy the clip is the title fading out with music. I’ll give you the music is cool,” Connor did like what he presented for the award show. “What band was that?”
“Private Lightening. Connor, can’t you stay here today? I wanted you to watch what I’ve got,” Benjy confessed, “you know, with me.”
“No time,” Connor shook her head. “I’ll see it with everybody else on the 24th. Besides, I really don’t even want to know what you filmed me doing to use as footage. Was it outtakes from KABOOM? Or did you catch me off guard around here?”
Benjy snarled a reply, “Don’t worry, I don’t have any dirty stuff you’ve been up to lately with that bitch. And, no it’s not from the set. People would notice the timing.”
“Watch your mouth about Sammi, Benjy. Try to remember you’re supposed to be my friend and not my mother,” Connor warned as she headed out the door.
“It’ll be good if you remembered we were your friends before her,” Benjy spoke to the empty room after the door slam.
Connor hurried out the hotel doors as a black Hummer with smoked windows rolled up. She grinned when Sammi flashed her lights and popped the door locks.
“So we’re anxious, are we?” Connor questioned as she climbed into the back seat.
“You have no idea,” Sammi answered as she looked over her shoulder from the driver’s seat.
Connor took a deep breath. Sammi was gorgeous this morning. Her hair was down around her shoulders and she was wearing very little make up. She looked comfortable in baggy jeans and a loose t-shirt.
“Good enough to eat,” Connor hushed before leaning forward and stealing a kiss from Sammi’s warm, soft lips.
“I’ll hold you to that,” Sammi stated when they broke the kiss. “But first, I need to drive us back and you need to fuck Gina before she loses her fragile grip on reality.”
Connor chuckled as she settled back next to her whimpering slave girl. She took a moment to assess Gina’s plight. Sammi had left Gina, with her arms bound behind her back, naked except for her collar, wrist and ankle cuffs, chastity belt and red stilettos. Gina’s cries were silenced by a red ball gag stuffed in her mouth. Even though Gina was presenting herself as helpless, Connor could easily read the woman’s excitement in her hard pebbled nipples and hooded pleading eyes.
“You want your Master to make you feel better,” Connor cooed while caressing Gina’s cheek.
A muffled response and a subtle spread of her thighs communicated Gina’s desire. Connor nodded agreement. She unfastened the chastity belt and pulled it free. The air was charged with Gina’s arousal mingling with the scent of the leather interior.
When Connor dropped the belt to the floor she noticed a bag by her feet. Turning away from Gina got the woman whimpering again. Connor ignored her to explore the bag’s contents.
“Nice,” Connor complimented. “This is perfect for her training. Did you get lube?”
“Tubes and tubes of lube,” Sammi giggled. “It’s the only way to get that monster inside a tight ass.”
Gina squealed behind her gag when Connor pulled an enourmous butt plug out of the bag. Connor cuddled up next to Gina on the seat while turning the object in her hand. The pair lingered on the torturous toy for several moments. Connor waited until Gina’s body relaxed against her own.
“You’re going to let me do this to you because it is what I want to do. You are going to beg me, ‘please Master, push it in all the way, harder, please.’ You won’t want me to use lube because you want to suffer for me but I’ll use lots and lots of lube because I want to be able to shove this up you ass everyday for years and years.”
Connor paused to place a gently kiss on Gina’s brow. She trailed the kiss lower and captured Gina’s tears on the tip of her tongue.
“So, sweet,” Connor whispered. “Are you ready to serve me now?”
Gina nodded yes immediately.
“God, I wish I brought my camera. You two are making me so hot, I might have to pull over and jack off,” Sammi’s eyes darted between the traffic and the scene in her rearview mirror.
“Don’t worry, my precious bitch, your turn is coming,” Connor wagged her eyebrows as she settled Gina over her lap, “and I do mean coming.”
Connor felt Gina chuckle and gave her a gentle pat on her up ended cheeks reminding her to behave. The woman gave a contented sigh. Connor started working two well lubed fingers into Gina’s tiny puckered hole.
“Did you give her an enema this morning?” Connor questioned with a smirk.
“No, no,” Sammi sputtered and shook her head. “I gave her three. I wanted her perfect for you.”
Connor worked Gina open further with a third finger then started to push the plug into place. Gina moaned and bucked. Connor didn’t have a free hand to spank her so she tried to coax her.
“It’s almost in. It’d be a shame to have to pull out now and start over. Don’t fight me, slave. Master’s gonna have her way with you.”
Gina wept but relaxed in Connor’s arms. The plug passed the point of no return and was snapped into the straining ass. Again, Gina bucked. Connor soothed her with circular strokes to the stuffed cheeks.
“I was thinking,” Sammi began.
“This could be dangerous,” Connor said but did not stop her attention to Gina’s ass.
“Well, I’ve got a bunch of piercings and tattoos but none of them are in tribute to you. And, Gina doesn’t have any. Not right for your new slave girls not to carry your brand,” Sammi tried to sound reasonable but Connor could hear the excitement growing in her voice.
“You’ve got a point,” Connor noted and felt a wet spot starting on her thigh directly below Gina’s snatch.
Sammi singled to exit the highway. “I know this guy who does great work. He’s very discreet. He’d be happy to squeeze us in, I bet.”
“I bet he would,” Connor loved the casual manipulation Sammi spun around her. “You need to get that other nipple done for me. I hate the lack of symmetry. However, I’m not quite sure what I should get for Gina.”
Sammi burst out laughing, “She’d look great with a bull ring thru her septum, don’t you think?”
“I do indeed,” Connor hushed as she entered Gina’s sopping pussy with three fingers. “Can we bring her in naked, chained, and stuffed?”
“Of course, we’re celebrities in Hollywood, we can do whatever we want,” Sammi stated without hesitation.
Connor clawed her way out from under the blankets. Her thirst was so overwhelming she could not even swallow. Staggering across the darkened room, she tripped over her own pants and thudded shoulder first into the thick carpet.
“Okay?” A slumbering voice asked.
“Fine, go back to sleep.”
Connor heard a fitfull snore reply. She continued her struggle with her pants and finally managed to pull them up over her ankles. Climbing to her feet, she tugged them on as she hop stepped out of the room.
Connor flinched at the blinding light blessing the living room through sliding glass doors leading to the beach and two huge skylights. Her head was throbbing from the combined effects of 48 hours of dehydration, alcohol, pills, and malnutrition.
“Orgies are not for the weak,” she smirked as she swaggered toward the kitchen.
Realizing her normal gait was off a step; Connor looked down and was greeted with a large surprise. An eight inch strap on was peaking out of her undone fly. Shifting slightly, she realized an unseen part was snuggled up inside her.
“No wonder I’m in a good mood,” she muttered as she continued to the kitchen.
The refrigerator contained rows and rows of designer water and two or three containers of yogurt.
“Hollywood, la la la, Hollywood,” Connor sung as she freed a water from the pack.
The splash of cool liquid against her raw throat made her wince but did not end her continued drag on the contents. It was blissfully refreshing. She found the need to steady herself against the cool appliance's double doors as she nursed the bottle.
Movement in the brilliantly lit living room caught her eye. Sammi had emerged from the bedroom and was putting something down on the floor before the fireplace. She proceeded to cross over to the wall next to the fireplace and open a hidden panel. In moments, the room was cloaked in darkness as the drapes were drawn on the glass doors and skylights. Seconds later, the fire place flamed into a heatless blue light and several muted candles sparked to life around the room.
“Ooh yeah,” Connor muttered as she watched fire illuminate her naked lover’s arrival in the kitchen.
Sammi walked with confidence toward the Connor. She licked her lips and pressed her body against her lover. Connor had to take another long pull from her water bottle to ease her parched throat.
“You know, I could use a drink too,” Sammi hummed before sealing her lips against Connor’s.
Connor gladly quenched Sammi’s thirst. The pair traded kisses after the water was drained. Both were breathless but eager to continue their exploration. Sammi trailed nibbling kisses and bites down Connor’s exposed chest. She relished each breast before moving lower to dip her cooled tongue in Connor's navel and then lower to the well used dildo.
“May I remove this?” Sammi asked from her place on the floor, on her knees.
Connor nodded mutely.
Sammi lower the zipper of Connor’s pants. Her long, delicate fingers struggled to work the buckles loose without chipping a nail. Once the strap on finally pulled free, Sammi tossed it across the floor.
“This is how I love us best, Connor.” Her words were punctuated with a quick lick of Connor’s sex. “Me, serving you. Me, pleasing you with what I have. Me, being your woman.” She resumed her tonguing of Connor’s pussy.
“I love us best like this too,” Connor confessed.
Sure the other sex was great. Three ways were a novel and exciting bit. Dildo and strap on sex never got old. But, there was something amazing about the way Sammi cared for Connor’s sex. It was gentle and urgent at the same time; reverent and rude, cautious and careless, soft yet painful.
“Connor, I only want to be at your beck and call. Will you keep me? Will you take me as a wife?” Sammi panted before tucking her face between Connor’s sweat soaked thighs one more time.
Connor leaned back against the refrigerator as she tried to get enough breath in her lungs to question the woman at her feet. “What? You mean, ohh, love, ahh, honor and that?”
“Connor, I will OBEY your every command, I honor your power and will love you through good times, health, and wealth. Will you cherish me?”
“We’re missing a couple, oohh yeah, words in the vows. But, you bet, I can do that,” Connor said while trying to keep from coming too soon.
Sammi released her hold on Connor’s clit, “No matter what, you’ll always love me, Connor?”
“Always,” Connor gasped as she grabbed a fistful of Sammi’s hair. “Now, less talking and more sucking, babe.”
Sammi struggled briefly against the grip to whisper, “Say, I do Connor! Say, I do!” Then she surrendered to Connor's will with a long lick, hard suck, and sharp nip of Connor's clit.
“I DO!” Connor gasped as she came hard in Sammi’s mouth.
Sammi nursed Connor's satisfied sex with a gentle clean up. Connor was weak kneed but held steady against the refrigerator door. She petted Sammi's dark hair as she bobbed between her legs.
"So good to me," Connor whispered.
Sammi looked up from her task. Her eyes glimmered like diamonds in the shimmering fire light. Her hands began to peel off Connor's pants.
"Can we consummate our vows, my love?" Sammi hushed as she removed the pants pooled at Connor's ankles.
Connor's fingers continued to twirl Sammi's shimmer hair, "How do you propose we do that?"
Sammi stood and took Connor by the hand. She led her now naked lover back to the living room. There was a silken white comforter spread before the fireplace. Connor spotted a long, thick life like cock dildo placed front and center laying reverently on a silken pillow. Sammi released Connor's hand and dropped to her knees to retrieve the toy. She offered it up on the pillow for Connor to take.
"Will you love me like your wife? Will you penetrate me? Will you free my womanhood?" Sammi asked as she reclined and spread her legs revealing her still imprisoned sex.
Connor studied her lover's pierced and tattooed body. Connor understood it belonged to her completely. From today forward, only she would touch the tender apex between Sammi's pale thighs. Connor strapped the large toy around her own hips. Once the buckles were fixed, she dropped to her knees and grabbed the key locked around her neck. With a duck of her head and a twist of metal, Sammi's shackles dropped away. Connor removed and set them on the now empty pillow. Then she slid lengthwise up Sammi's dewy and trembling body. Connor rested the head of her cock at the dripping opening of Sammi's cunt.
"Only me from now on, Sammi, understand? I'm the only one who gets to take you like this. I don't care how many sex slaves plead for our attention or how many orgies we host or how many lovers I fuck. Only I get to have you like this from now on. It's just gonna be my cock, my tongue, my thigh, my hand in your bush!"
"Yes," Sammi panted and spread herself wider.
Connor edged her hips forward but the cock only moved an inch, "I'm your Master, your best friend, your girlfriend, your bull dyke lover, your wife, your husband, your fuck buddy," both chuckled with laughter and the cock jerked another inch or two, "but most of all I'm your lover. I'm gonna love you like you've never been. You're my virgin bride because you've never been loved like this."
Sammi gasped as Connor pressed forward with a deep thrust. It caught her off guard because of the easy start off. Connor pulled almost all the way out and hovered for a moment as if she would slam the cock home but instead began a series of short advances and slow retreats. She was building friction and arousing Sammi as nobody ever had before. Connor seemed to read every line on Sammi's face and responded with the force needed to increase arousal. Sammi was frantic to have her climax but Connor teased the minutes out with kisses and caresses and twists and nips.
"Please, let me come. I need…," Sammi was ready to weep.
Connor kissed each of her eyes and drew her hips back with a swirling motion that stole the very breath from Sammi, "You're gonna come now, my love. Come for me."
As Connor stiffened to drive the cock home, Sammi reach up and grabbed the ball sack. Connor descended in one final thrust and paused. Sammi screamed her release and crushed the ball sack in her grasp. Cream ejaculated into Sammi and smeared out around the seal of their commitment.
Connor panted as her own orgasm took her hard. Her body humped into Sammi and found a secondary shiver of satisfaction before she quieted down. Her body was slumped in Sammi's arms and her head nestled in the crook of Sammi's neck. She could feel her lover's legs wrapped around her own. It kept the cock tightly wedged in Sammi's pussy while Connor's snatch was equally entertained by the opposite knobby end shuddering against her clit.
"What's the goop?" Connor questioned sleepily and a deep yawn followed.
Sammi kissed Connor's forehead before answering, "Semen."
"I know it's 'semen' but what did you make it out of," Connor chuckled and lifted her head to steal a kiss from Sammi's luscious lips.
"It's really semen from a sperm bank. The donor is a 25 year old Irish American man who looks a lot like you; blonde, athletic but not too broad or tall with twinkling eyes. The staff all talked about his brilliant eyes." Sammi elaborated. "He's smart like you too. He got himself a partial scholarship to Berklee, the music school, not UC Berkeley. Partial being the reason he jacked off so much for money."
Connor shook her head in disbelief, "I fucked you with real semen? This is a gag, right? Please tell it's not viable." Connor begged as she felt Sammi's legs tighten around her own.
"I followed the instructions really well Connor. You may have just knocked me up. Isn't it exciting? We might get pregnant on our honeymoon, Connor."
"SAMMI!" Connor growled as she tried to pull free of her lover's hold. "If you douche now and we go to the ER for the morning after pill everything could still be okay. Come on, we need to hurry. Let go of me!"
"Connor, please listen," Sammi hushed as tears streamed down her cheeks. "I want us to be pregnant." When Connor glared at her, Sammi tried to calm her lover with words and loving hand strokes, "I'm sorry I didn't ask you first but I know you would have a thousands reasons not to do have a baby together. You would have been right because I'm not as smart as you are so I would have had to agree with you not to have children. But Connor, I want your baby! I want to mother your child."
Connor pulled herself free of Sammi's embrace and tore the dripping cock from her body. She hurled the thing into the fake fire.
"FUCK! It probably won't even burn, will it?"
Sammi shook her head and rolled her eyes, "Shut the fire off before the toxic fumes kill us all."
Connor slammed her fist into the controls for the fire place and drapes. The room snapped into darkness moments before the drapes began the pull back. Sun light crept into the gloom and brightened the lovers as the drapes retreated. In spite of her anger and fear, Connor was awe struck by Sammi's beauty. Her perfect body's sweat and jewelry shined under the dazzling sunlight.
"Why would you do this to us?" Connor asked completely baffled by the woman lying so calmly at her feet.
Sammi smiled and stretched her arms out to beckon her lover, "We married each other in abundance, the kitchen and we consummated our vows by the hearth, in the living room. It is an age old tradition that follows marriage; pregnancy, day care, high school proms, college funds, wedding days, doting on grandchildren. It ends with our side by side placement in a nursing home, Connor. You're my wife and my lover and the mother of my baby and that's the facts of our life."
Connor stood silently worried about the semen drying on her thigh and if any traveled deeper into her body. However, she was surprised to realize she was not really put off by the thought of Sammi pregnant. Caring for and loving Sammi as she grew with their child did not distress Connor in the least. In fact, she liked the idea of their child.
"I wish you would have discussed this with me before we…before I made love to you, my wife."
"Sorry," Sammi closed her eyes and turned her head away. "There are several douches in the Master's bath. The morning after prescription is there as well. I'll take it if you command me too. I don't want you to feel trapped, Connor."
Connor paused a moment to gather her racing thoughts. She dropped back down to the silky comfort of the spread. Moving with determination, she gathered Sammi in her arms and held her close.
"Never make a decision like this again without talking to me first. I promise to never silence your desire. For now, we'll let nature have its way with us. If you get pregnant, what are the chances…, by the way…?"
"Only about 20 percent."
Connor breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's why I got a couple of extra vials in the deep freeze down stairs," Sammi muttered as she snuggled into a cozy spot next to Connor.
Connor smiled. "You are never to extract those samples unless I directly order you to do so, understood?"
"Absolutely," Sammi hummed as her mouth grabbed Connor's nipple.
