Blackcherry lounged on her plush couch, her tablet in hand as she browsed through an erotic story forum. The thirty-seven-year-old's eyes gleamed with excitement, her breath quickening as she devoured tale after steamy tale.
"Mmmm," she moaned softly, her free hand wandering to her breast. She tweaked her nipple through her thin tank top, feeling it harden instantly.
The stories were getting her worked up with accounts of threesomes, girl-on-girl action, and kinky BDSM scenes. She loved it all, her pussy growing wetter with each paragraph.
She set the tablet aside and slipped a hand into her shorts. "Fuck," she hissed, finding her clit already swollen and slick. She circled it lazily, hips rocking.
A notification pinged; a new story had been posted. She grabbed her tablet again, eyes widening as she read. It was about two women experimenting together for the first time.
"Oh god," she whimpered, fingers moving faster. She pictured herself as one of the women, touching another girl's soft skin, tasting her sweetness...
Blackcherry's back arched as she came hard, crying out. She panted, a satisfied smile on her face. These stories never failed to get her off. Maybe someday she’ll share her own experiences, too.
Blackcherry's pulse raced as she caught her breath, her fingers still sticky with her arousal. She glanced at her phone - only 2 PM. The afternoon she stretched before her, full of delicious possibilities.
"Fuck it," she muttered, stripping off her tank top. Her full breasts bounced free, nipples still hard and aching to be touched. She shimmied out of her shorts and panties, too, leaving her gloriously naked.
Blackcherry opened her laptop and navigated to a cam site she frequented. Maybe watching some live-action would scratch her itch. She browsed the thumbnails, biting her lip.
A busty redhead caught her eye. She clicked, transfixed as the woman began to strip. She imagined those soft hands roaming her own body, pinching her nipples, dipping between her thighs.
"Mmm, yeah, baby, "she purred, her fingers finding her clit again. She matched the cam girl's movements, circling and stroking.
Her other hand kneaded her breast roughly. She pinched and tugged at her nipple, gasping at the jolt of pleasure-pain. Blackcherry's hips bucked as she worked herself closer to the edge.
On-screen, the redhead spread her legs wide, giving a perfect view of her dripping pussy. "Fuck, you're so wet," she groaned. "I want to taste you so bad."
She pictured burying her face between those creamy thighs, lapping eagerly at the cam girl's cunt. The fantasy pushed her over the edge. She came with a strangled cry, her body shuddering.
As the aftershocks faded, she grinned wickedly. The day was still young, and Orlando held plenty of opportunities for a horny, adventurous woman to find some real-life fun.
Blackcherry's heart raced as she stepped out of her apartment, dressed in a slinky black dress that hugged her curves. The humid Orlando air clung to her skin as she strutted down the street, her high heels clicking on the pavement.
She had a destination in mind. Pulse is a popular nightclub known for its wild parties and open-minded crowd. As she approached, the pulsing beat of electronic music filled the air.
Inside the club, there was a sea of writhing bodies. She made her way to the bar, ordering a strong cocktail to loosen her inhibitions. She sipped it slowly, her eyes roving over the dance floor.
A statuesque blonde caught her attention, moving sinuously to the music. Their eyes met, and electricity crackled between them. The blonde smiled invitingly, crooking a finger.
Blackcherry's pussy throbbed as she set down her drink and sauntered over. Without a word, she pressed against the blonde, grinding to the beat. Hands roamed freely, exploring curves and dips.
"I'm Stacy," the blonde purred in her ear. "Wanna get out of here?"
"Fuck yes,“ she growled. They stumbled out of the club, hands already wandering under their clothes. Stacy hailed a cab, giving an address nearby.
The ride was torturous, filled with heated kisses and teasing touches. When they reached Stacy's place, both women were panting with need.
They barely made it through the door before clothes started flying. She moaned as Stacy's hot mouth found her breast, sucking and nipping. She tangled her fingers in silky blonde hair, guiding Stacy lower.
Blackcherry gasped as Stacy's tongue found her dripping center. "Oh fuck," she moaned, her hips bucking against Stacy's eager mouth. Stacy lapped at her folds, circling her clit with teasing flicks.
"More," she begged, grinding harder. Stacy obliged, sliding two fingers deep into Blackcherry's soaking pussy. She curled them, finding that perfect spot as she sucked hard on her clit.
Blackcherry's legs trembled as the pleasure built. She was close, so fucking close. With a strangled cry, she came hard, her pussy clenching around Stacy's fingers as waves of ecstasy crashed over her.