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Fifteen long minutes later . . .
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It was difficult for Shamira to open her hotel room door when her back was pressed against it, and with Clara pressed against her front. The Native American’s hands were up under the other woman’s shirt, grabbing those large breasts through the fabric of her bra. Clyde would call them when he got a hold of the medium responsible for contacting Shamira’s sister, so the two vampires were going to occupy their time until he called.
“Get the (pant) damn door open!” Clara said, unhooking Shamira’s bra at last.
The door fell open as Shamira finally got the card into the slot and shoved down on the handle, and both women tumbled into the room. The door was slowly closing as Shamira’s shirt came off and Clara’s bottoms were pulled down. Clara pushed her friend back onto the bed, then yanked the woman’s boots and jeans off. “Damn, I wish you hadn’t taken today off,” Clara muttered hungrily.
“Too late to take it back?” Shamira replied. Then she realized that she meant it. She wanted Clara to dominate her. She had loved regular sex with this woman, but what they had done in the restaurant had just lit a fire under Shamira.
“Sorry,” Clara said earnestly, “no take-backs on that.” Then she grinned, jumping onto the bed and straddling Shamira’s stomach. “But it doesn’t mean we can’t play a little rough,” she added, pulling the woman’s bra down past her breasts and gripping the nipples hard. Shamira responded with an ecstatic gasp and shoved her breasts harder against Clara’s hands. Clara tugged and twisted on those nipples until she could tell that Shamira wanted to scream, then she released them and ducked in, letting her warm soft lips comfort the stinging flesh. She could play with those enormous tits for days and someday, given enough time off, she intended to.
Shamira needed this. She wasn’t going to feel bad about or second guess herself. She liked what Clara could do to her. She watched as Clara scooted forward, planting her knees on either side of Shamira’s face and lowering that perfect smooth pussy onto her lover’s mouth. Clara reached both hands backwards, tugging on Shamira’s nipples while riding her face.
“Stick your hands under your ass and leave them there,” Clara ordered. She knew that she was technically breaking a house rule but doing this, but she didn’t think that Shamira would complain. She pressed and rocked her hips, grinding her sex against Shamira’s lips and tongue, letting her lover fill her up as best she could without the aid of her hands.
Shamira’s breasts were already aching from the attention lavished on them by Clara, and that pussy was so sweet. She didn’t have anything to compare it to, but she thought it was probably delicious comparatively. Maybe she needed to “apologize” to Renata in order to get a comparison sample? In the meantime, her tongue penetrated Clara’s folds, tasted the heat and wetness. After the meal they had just eaten, both women were giving off more warmth than usual, and Shamira was going to take advantage of it.
“Get the asshole too,” Clara growled, rocking her hips again so her lover could get to that little rosebud. Shamira rimmed her a couple of times, making Clara squirm with delight before moving her pussy back into position. That tongue was so strong, and Shamira really was gaining in skill. “Get the clit,” she ordered, feeling that her climax wasn’t far away. She released Shamira’s nipples, grabbed her hair and held on with a death grip, riding that gorgeous face until she came. Shamira consumed her wetness with a definite fervor, lost in a tidal wave of pleasure. “Good girl,” Clara cooed. “Now stay here.”
She got off Shamira’s face and the bed and went into the bathroom, returning with a hairbrush, a hair dryer, and a demonic gleam in her eye. She flipped Shamira over, then she sat on the woman’s back and pinning her arms in place. “I’m going to show you what ‘being resourceful’ means.” She grabbed Shamira’s ponytail and tugged on it, bringing her lover’s head up. Then she grabbed the hairbrush and used the flat-side of it to light up Shamira’s muscular ass. The gasps elicited were more pleasure than pain.
‘Okay,’ Shamira thought happily, ‘I understand what the brush is for, but the hair dryer?’ She got her answer soon enough, as Clara positioned herself so that she was sitting on Shamira’s back facing her ass. She grabbed the hair dryer and slowly pushed the long cylindrical end into Shamira’s waiting sex. It felt weird, with little give, but she liked it. She liked everything that Clara did to her.
“See, I think I know what you need to get over the whole ‘guilt’ thing,” Clara said as she used her impromptu sex toy on her lover’s greedy pussy, shoving it as far into her core as she could. She also began punishing Shamira’s ass cheeks again with the brush. Shamira clenched her vaginal walls on the invader, but her mistress would not be stopped. “You just need to be fucked so hard and for so long you don’t get a chance to think about it.” She leveled a particularly strong slap on that helpless ass. “You’d like it too wouldn’t you? Maybe just have a day where everyone in the house has a go at you? I’ll bet you would.” SMACK! “But don’t ever forget the woman who made you come until you passed out.” SMACK!
As if Shamira could forget. Okay, maybe she did feel weird afterward, but had she ever experienced anything that good in her life before? No. “You’re the best,” she grunted as she was violated in this most unconventional way. “Please, harder!”
“Someone’s being a little slut tonight, isn’t she? I bet you wish you’d sucked off Clyde for being so nice to us. Maybe that guy at the front desk too for getting us our room? But they can’t have you until I’m done with you.” Clara heard a bit of possessiveness in her own voice. ‘Is that what I want? To be first with her at all times?’ She thrust the dryer in, then leaned over and bit Shamira’s ass. No fangs, but enough to get the girl’s attention. Shamira came almost instantly, and Clara was pretty sure she’d just flooded the hair dryer so badly that is would forever be unusable.
“Oh yeah,” Clara murmured, “you’re a big time whore.” She continued fucking Shamira for several minutes until all those muscles completely relaxed into the post-coital bliss. “You’re my whore.” She withdrew the dryer and tossed it aside, then stood up and had Shamira turn onto her back. “You can use your hands this time,” she purred, then sank down into a delicious sixty-nine.
Shamira went all out this time, sinking fingers into Clara’s slot and pulling her pussy open as much as she could. She pushed her tongue and lips forward, sinking into her lover’s flesh as far as she could go. She wanted to be possessed by Clara’s flesh.
Clara could feel the ramped up passion her lover possessed, so she responded with every trick she knew. She knew just how to tease her lover’s gorgeous clitoris to knock her off her game, but Shamira didn’t stay off long. So Clara added the penetration of her fingers, probing for the g-spot while her lips sucked gently on the pleasure nub.
“You’re the most (gasp) amazing woman,” Shamira said, flicking her mistress’s clitoral hood.
“An artist is only as good as her canvas,” Clara replied, pressing her teeth down lightly on the clit. She didn’t actually bite so much as make the presence of her teeth known, but it still was able to set Shamira off again. But this time, she didn’t stop her attentions as her body quaked with pleasure. She grabbed Clara’s ass with both hands and just licked and sucked like a madwoman. Clara wasn’t far behind in the climax race, letting her body surrender to her lover’s demands.
“You are getting so much better,” Clara whispered, sliding around until she lay face-to-face on top of her friend. They kissed, sharing the juices still on their lips. “Any second thoughts?”
“Just that I wish I hadn’t made things so difficult on everyone,” Shamira replied.
“I don’t think you’ve really bothered anyone. We get it. Mostly, we just want you to be as happy as you make us.” Clara felt warm inside, and she wasn’t sure it was the recent orgasms. Flesh pressed against flesh, and she kissed her lover one more time. She felt comfortable where she was, and the two drifted off in each other’s arms.
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Several hours later . . .
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If she hadn’t had such a great morning earlier, Shamira would be miserable. Even with her advanced recovery, she really needed more than a few hours of sleep before starting the day. But Clara’s cell phone had erupted (to Warren Zevon’s “Werewolves of London” as a ring tone, no less) with Clyde informing them that he had located the medium who had been dealing with Shamira’s sister. They didn’t ask how he had found out so fast, but they did show up at a little trailer-style business on the outskirts of town. Just as Shamira had thought, it was on the far side of town from where her sister lived and worked.
Inside was a nervous young woman who had all the trappings of a stereotyped gypsy woman. The trailer-trash-blond was sitting next to Clyde, fidgeting and rubbing her hands.
“I’m so sorry,” she was saying as Clara and Shamira walked in. “I wasn’t trying to expose anyone. It’s just that my ghost messenger came back and –”
“Shh,” Clyde said. “No one is mad at you. You’re new. Gayla, these two fine, fine young women . . . young LOOKING women . . . are Clara and Shamira. They work for Shane Stapleton. You remember who that is?”
“Lord of Atlanta,” she replied nervously. She stood up and offered her trembling hand to the two vampires. “I didn’t mean to cause trouble,” she said, glancing from one woman to the other. “Usually when someone comes in, their relative is just dead. I have a ghost messenger look into it, get some basic personal information and let the seeker know that their loved one or whatever has passed on. I’ve never heard of a human looking for a deceased who’s a vamp. I checked the websites, and there wasn’t any real precedent.”
“It’s okay,” Shamira said.
“You’re the one, aren’t you?” Gayla said with a nervous smile. “You look like her.”
“No way,” Shamira said. “Samantha got all the looks in the family, but thanks for saying it. Ouch!” she added, rubbing her arm where Clara had just smacked her, rolling her eyes all the while.
“Unfortunately, I called her yesterday evening and left a message that it was important that she come talk to me. I was just going to tell her that you hadn’t passed over completely and there were things left for you to do here. I can’t lie!” she belted, still obviously afraid of some kind of reprisal. “If I use my abilities and lie for personal gain –“