Teaching Black Sonja

Black Sonja sat alone in the bar, bored out of her mind. She slipped her hand between her thighs, rubbing through her panties. The thought came fast—fisting herself right there on the stool. She didn’t wait. Pulled her thong aside, worked two fingers inside, then three, stretching herself open until her knuckles pushed past her entrance and her cunt swallowed her whole hand. She groaned, fist buried deep, wrist glistening. Then Sabrina Sweet walked in, flustered, apologizing for keeping her waiting. The second Sabrina spotted the scene, the apologies stopped. She set her bag down and crossed the room. Dropping to her knees beside the stool, she steadied Sonja’s wrist and fed her more, easing her arm in deeper until the thicker part of her forearm disappeared inside that slick, swollen hole. Sabrina licked her own fingers, slid them in beside Sonja’s wrist, then replaced them with her whole fist. Two fists now, sliding past each other, stretching Sonja wider, wet sounds filling the quiet bar. Sabrina’s knuckles popped in and out in steady rhythm while Sonja gasped and clutched the edge of the bar.