"Clare" - Chapter 11:- Brenda’s Girl - “Getting Ready for Rainbows” - Sex Stories

"Clare" - Chapter 11:- Brenda’s Girl - “Getting Ready for Rainbows”

... arrangement where we had a lot more regular sex together. I needed it!

“My dear, I think we better get you to the bedroom as we don’t want you going off all over the kitchen. Though maybe it would give the turtle cake a certain unique flavour,” she then chuckled.

Brenda knew I had a habit of squirting, especially at times like now, when I was extra horny and desperate for sex. I gathered my clothes, and we walked to Brenda’s bedroom, where I climbed into her enormous bed. She had gone into her dressing room to change her piece, and I hoped it would be a larger one.

I was somewhat disappointed when she emerged from her dressing room with one the same size as her day strap-on. Brenda noticed my expression.

“My dear, I need you fresh for tonight,” she said with a grin as she climbed between my spread legs. “This fuck is just to take the edge off, as I don’t want you going off too early tonight.”

Her comment made me shudder; I wondered what was in store for me later.How far would it go?

I can honestly say that Brenda and I made love. We just gently rocked together, kissed, touched. There was no hard fucking like last Sunday as my body craved. Instead, it felt like my girlfriend’s strap-on dildo had just stirred my pussy into life; just enough to remind it of what it was missing.

Despite my pleas to fuck me harder, Brenda never relented. She made love to me for no more than five minutes until I came. There was no earth-shattering orgasm which I had demanded; ...

... instead, she had stirred me just enough to allay that desperate feeling, that of the need to cum.

I was left simmering, having only briefly come to a boil.

Afterwards, we sat there, naked. Brenda had removed her piece, and it was now resting on her bedside cabinet. I would like to say I was recovering, but using my girlfriend’s hobbies terminology, I was half-baked. Yes, I knew it had been deliberate that my girlfriend had kept our sex to a short five minutes; Brenda was nothing but a master strap-on-cocksmith.

Brenda passed me one of her cigarettes, and we both lit up. Her action gave me the impression she liked the fact that I smoked. We sat there in her bed, our tits hanging out, smoking. As I inhaled, I realised it was the first cigarette I had smoked since I was last with Brenda. Karen didn’t partake. My mind again registered that it was something I should give up; it wasn’t healthy.

“What’s happening tonight?” I asked Brenda as we cuddled up. My left-hand fingers were absentmindedly playing with my girlfriend's nearest pierced nipple. The previous gold hoops had been replaced by a white gold ring and a purple amethyst jewel during our first unique “coffee morning” date.

“Clare, when are you getting yours done?” Brenda questioned without answering mine.

Having my nipples pierced was similar to having all my pubic hair permanently removed. Both were frequent requests that had come from Brenda, which I hadn’t completely dismissed. I just needed time to ...