You Tricked Me: Part Two

Cherie had no choice. One favor owed, no timeline, no details. Samantha would collect when it suited her. Today was the day. She called her husband and lied about an open house. 4 million dollar home, buyer waiting. She slipped inside, scanning for Sam, but the real estate agent still had no idea. A body stretched on the patio couch. Cherie moved toward it, heels on stone. Then the shape rolled over and Cherie saw pale skin, lace, and Samantha's smirk. She froze. One yelp, half anger, half fear. "Inside. Now." Her daughter-in-law stood, slow, half dressed, letting Cherie see everything. Cherie's pulse jumped. Cameras sat in every corner. "Samantha, the footage. I lose my license." Samantha shut the sliding door behind them and stepped close. "Then stop talking." Fingers found the clasp. Cherie’s bra hit marble. Samantha’s mouth closed over one nipple, wet and hot. A slow pull. Teeth grazed skin. Cherie’s thighs tensed. Wet cotton pressed between her legs. She watched those blue eyes, the blond hair brushing her breast, and felt something flip over inside her. Memory and lust blurred. Samantha pushed the lace aside, slid two fingers along slick folds. Cherie came fast, mouth open, hips jerking against air. Her breath caught, broke. She dropped to her knees before the thought finished. Tongue out, tasting. She licked in long, flat strokes, then flicked, then sucked hard on Samantha’s clit. Samantha’s fingers twisted in her hair. Another orgasm hit, thighs shaking, knees buckling. Three fingers inside her then. Quick, steady, no pause. Cherie heard herself swear, then felt the gush, warm, soaking Samantha’s hand, her thighs, the floor. She kept licking through it all. Samantha wiped her mouth with the back of her wrist and smiled. "Camera?" Cherie stood, legs unsteady, wiped her chin. "Already looping. We’re clean." She looked at the wet floor between them, then at the woman who’d called in the favor, and waited for whatever came next.