Lesbian Companions: Part One

Alexis Monroe thumbed her way from Pennsylvania to Las Vegas with nothing but short shorts and a thin top. Richelle Ryan spotted the stray on the Strip and rolled up in a black town car. One look at the girl’s wide eyes and she knew she’d found fresh meat. They ended up at Richelle’s high-rise condo. Alexis stood naked while Richelle sprayed her skin a deep bronze and zipped her into a tight turquoise dress. The older woman slid the straps off her shoulders, peeled the panties down her legs, and studied the bare result. "Ever licked a woman?" Richelle asked. Alexis mumbled about clumsy experiments back home. Richelle smiled like a cat. "Schoolgirl games don’t count. Time for a real lesson." She pulled Alexis onto the bed, closed her mouth over one small breast, and flicked the nipple with quick strokes of her tongue. Alexis gasped. Richelle kissed her hard, demanding more tongue, and when the girl froze, she delivered the facts straight: high rollers want perfection, and perfection comes with a price. Alexis opened her mouth and let Richelle take what she wanted. Richelle stripped, pressed a heavy breast against Alexis’s lips, then swung a thigh over her face. She ground down until the girl understood and started licking. Satisfied, Richelle slid lower, spread Alexis open, and dragged her tongue in long, deliberate strokes. She flicked the swollen clit, circled it, then latched on and hummed until Alexis shook and flooded her mouth. They switched places. Alexis straddled Richelle’s face, rode her tongue, and felt her own orgasm break loose in hot, helpless pulses. Richelle flipped them again, aligned their slick cunts, and started grinding—slow at first, then faster, hips snapping until both women cried out, thighs trembling. Richelle wiped her mouth, looked down at the flushed novice, and smirked. "Let’s see if you can stay quiet for the first client."