The Gold Dollar Girls: Lady's Night - Sex Stories

The Gold Dollar Girls: Lady's Night

... thumbs and fore fingers.

Roxanne gasped as Lenore gave her nipples a hard twist.

Lenore let out a wicked laugh, twisted them again, then released them and rubbed them gently with the palms of her hands.

"Ooh, you're a mean bitch," Roxanne said with a giggle.

Lenore reached between Roxanne's thighs and squeezed the crotch of her cutoffs. "And that makes you wet, doesn't it?"

Roxanne bit her lip and nodded. She slipped off the chair and dropped her head down, letting her long hair dangle over Lenore's breasts. Drawing back, she dragged it slowly down her torso and thighs.

The dance music was mid tempo, just right. She rocked her hips and rolled her shoulders, staring into Lenore's eyes. Lenore's hand drifted down between her legs. Roxanne watched her rub her crotch and ran her own fingertips around her nipples.

"Show me your ass," Lenore said.

Roxanne turned around. She looked over her shoulder and winked at Lenore, then unclamped the waist of her cut offs and let them fall to her ankles.

"That's my naughty girl!" Lenore exclaimed.

Roxanne kicked the shorts aside. Clad only in her thong and sneakers, she leaned forward with her hands on her knees. After a minute or two of twerking, she was not surprised when she felt a sharp slap on her right cheek.

She looked back at Lenore, thrust her ass higher and said, "Spank me, Mommy."

Lenore laughed. "So you're going there, are you?"

She leaned forward, gripped the side of Roxanne's left thigh ...

... and delivered six quick slaps in the same spot as the first.

Roxanne closed her eyes and purred. She liked the stinging sensation, but even more, she enjoyed the heat that followed it and seemed to flow down between her legs.

"You see what naughty girls get?" Lenore asked.

"I've been naughtier than that."

"I'm sure you have." Lenore switched hands and spanked Roxanne on the left side.

"I should've brought a paddle," she said.

"No," Roxanne replied, "I like your hands".

Lenore took hold of Roxanne's hips and pulled her into her lap. Roxanne leaned back across her body, laying her head on her muscular shoulder. Lenore kissed her and ran her hands down over her belly.

"You like my hands?" Lenore asked.

"Yes."

Lenore reached between Roxanne's legs and stroked her inner thighs. She cupped her right hand over Roxanne's mound, squeezing and rubbing it.

Roxanne moaned loudly. She kissed Lenore's throat and ran her tongue around the rim of her ear. Feeling Lenore press her legs apart, she lifted them and draped them over the arms of the chair.

When Lenore slipped her fingers under her thong and along her wet slit, Roxanne drew in a deep breath. She felt lightheaded. She'd had only the one drink, and the shot of tequila earlier, but it felt like she'd imbibed much more.

She was overcome by the feeling of vulnerability, of surrender to Lenore. She had experienced a similar feeling now and then with men, but it was always tempered by an underlying ...