Samantha by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Samantha by loyalsock

... enthralled. Nude, Riggs had to be the most beautiful woman Samantha had ever seen. She was a strong, athletic woman with a well defined physique, large full breasts, and long muscular legs. She sat with her back straight, her bare breasts standing out from her ribs and glistening with sweat. Riggs watched her in return for a long moment, then snapped her fingers and pointed to a spot by her foot. Samantha struggled up to her knees and went to her. Riggs opened her legs and gathered Samantha between them. She leaned forward and cupped her breast, feeding her nipple to Samantha. Samantha closed her eyes and suckled, feeling the woman's arms encircle her and cradle her. She shifted to the other breast and sucked, feeling some of the tension go out of the other woman. After a long minute, Riggs sighed and lay back. She lifted a leg and hooked her heel behind Samantha's neck, and brought Samantha to her. Samantha had never tasted a woman before, and for a moment was unsure what to do. She kissed Riggs, letting the tip of her tongue slip between the woman's open lips to taste her. Riggs smelled musty and clean, her pussy tasted sweet and sharp. Samantha licked up and down Riggs's soft lips, reaching deeper with each stroke, wanting more with each taste. She found the woman's clit with the tip of her tongue and sucked it like a tiny nipple. Riggs arched and gasped and heaved, her fingers twined in Samantha's hair, pulling Samantha to her. Samantha licked and sucked, wanting the ...

... woman's pussy as she's wanted Olson's cock. Licking it, nibbling, sucking, loving it until Riggs arched straining and came. "Your first time licking?" she asked Samantha after catching her breath, watching the kneeling woman with half lidded eyes. "Yes." "Too bad." Samantha shrugged. "I suppose I'll get lots of practice in prison." "That's not what I meant." Riggs sat forward and took Samantha under the chin. "You were very good. It's a shame to waste a tongue like yours." "May I ask you a question?" asked Samantha. "Of course." "You're a lesbian?" "No. I'm bisexual actually. Not that my husband knows." "You're married? You mean Olson doesn't, I mean isn't, I uh" Riggs laughed, a soft rich sound. "No. We work together, that's all. He's married too, wife and two k**s. Nice people." "And do you do this kind of thing often, like you did with me?" "Sometimes," Riggs said, becoming more serious. She stood up and began dressing as she spoke. "Sometimes, when it's a woman, and she's pretty. Olson isn't into boys. We knew you are a submissive, and we knew when I began patting you down that you were getting turned on. After a while you get so you can tell these things, sometimes before the woman herself knows." "And you go around arresting people for things they do in the privacy of their own homes." It wasn't a question. "Indecent prurient behavior. It's important that a society maintain some basic standards of decency. Some sense of right and wrong. Otherwise, how can we call ourselves ...