It's time for another oral focused sapphic adventure so fans of cunnilingus should certainly get their fill here lol. I hope y'all enjoy!
Nearly fifty thousand adoring fans screamed their lungs out as all the lights shining across her stage blinked out and Missy Valentine was swallowed up by the darkness, her last lyric still echoing through the cold night air. But nobody believed she was actually finished. Even the people who didn't have any idea how she liked to end her shows knew the set wasn't over. She still hadn't played her most famous song! The one that'd launched her career overnight and turned her into the breakout star of the year, maybe even the decade if she could keep her momentum going. So everyone in the stadium cheered and chanted her name with thunderous applause as they waited for her first encore.
And after just long enough to make the newest fans among the audience wonder if she really had stopped before playing her biggest hit Missy's voice rang out over everything else, “You didn't think I was gonna leave ya hangin, didja?”
The lights flashed on again in a whole new riot of colors as Missy strutted across the stage in a brand new outfit. He dancers emerged from either side in perfectly choreographed lines while the band behind her started those oh so familiar notes. Suddenly all their raucous calls for an encore sounded like polite whispering as the entire stage exploded. Missy smiled out at the crowd with a wide radiant grin and raised her arms above her head.
“I love you New York!”
A few hours later Missy staggered into her hotel room still wearing that same radiant grin. She collapsed onto her bed with a breathless sigh and cheerfully ignored her phone as it vibrated like crazy in her pocket. Between her friends, family, manager, publicist, and everyone else who wanted a piece of her it'd probably never stop ringing. But after spending all day surrounded by her people and an entire concert, plus several encores, surrounded by fans she was happy to be alone. To just lay there face down on her unimaginably soft bed and breathe in the comfort of plain old solitude. Although she was way too wired to even think about falling asleep. Hell she couldn't even stay completely still for more than a few seconds before rolling onto her back and smiling up at the ceiling! And a few seconds after that she sat up, totally unaware of the business card stuck to her forehead after her swan dive onto the bed. Adrenaline was pumping through her veins so fast and so constantly she didn't even feel it digging into her skin as she heaved a little sigh.
“It's a shame I've gotta spend the night alone...” She muttered, leaning back and idly thinking about all the crazy ways she liked to come down from the high of an amazing concert, “I could really use someone sweet to kiss my—” Something small, red, and rectangular fluttered pat her eyes and onto her chest, cutting her short and making flinch as she exclaimed, “What the hell?”
Missy jumped to her feet and snatched the card out of the air as it fell away from her body. Confusion turned to mild amusement mixed with open annoyance as she realized it was a business card. No doubt from some other agency looking to poach her. Or some other parasite trying to ride off her success however they could. She almost threw it away on principle but stopped as she looked around her hotel room. There weren't any gifts or gift baskets or anything else to go along with the card and that by itself was enough of a departure to pique her curiosity. Though she was still more than a little wary as she looked down at the card to see the words “Club C” printed across it in embossed, gold lettering. There wasn't anything else on that side and when she flipped it over there was a phone number printed in that same fancy gold lettering. And nothing else.
Half convinced she'd stumbled into some sort of movie plot Missy sat back down and looked the card over a few more times. After she was convinced there wasn't something she missed she grabbed her phone and started dialing the number out of pure curiosity. Only to stop and rethink that insanely stupid idea. For all of ten seconds.
“What's the worst that can happen?” She laughed, “My phone number's been leaked like three times already! I'll just get a new one if somethin goes wrong!”
Punching in the number and bringing the phone to her ear Missy listened to it ring with an interesting mix of curiosity, excitement, and apprehension. And when a cool, sultry voice finally answered she couldn't help but suck in a nervous little breath, “Thank you for calling Miss Valentine.”
“Who is this? Why'd you leave a business card in my hotel room?”
“It's an invitation.”
“To what?”
“To the upper echelons of society. And an exclusive club you'll most certainly want to join.”
“Yeah? Why's that?”
The woman on the other end laughed, though her tone wasn't mocking or derisive, “Money can buy so many things Miss Valentine. Have you ever wondered how far it could truly take you?”
Missy didn't know why the hairs on the back of her neck were rising or why her heart was beating just a little bit faster but she didn't really care. Standing up and doing her best to get a grip on herself she took a shallow breath and said, “Just tell me what this is about lady. I'm not interested in games. Or whatever it is you're doing!”
Laughing again the woman replied, “We offer so many services it would be impossible to list them all for you. But...”
“But?”
“For you we have a special recommendation. We like to tailor our experiences to each client and we've already decided upon what might be best for you.”
“I'm not one of your clients.” Missy replied.
“Not yet.” The woman stated, her confidence so supremely matter of fact it was almost worrying, “But we're more than happy to change that. You only have to answer a single question.”
“What?” She couldn't stop her voice from trembling as she spoke, nor her palms from sweating.
“Have you had your pussy eaten by a straight woman before?”
Twenty minutes later Missy was pacing around her hotel room with that Club C business card in one hand and her phone in the other. She must've dialed the number on the back of the card a hundred times only to erase it all and close her phone in a fit of nerves. No part of her could believe what she'd done, what she'd agreed to. And her mind constantly bounced back and forth between trying to convince herself it was a dream and demanding she call off whatever was about to happen. Before it was too late to go back on it.
But she knew what was about to happen. No matter how much she danced around it in her head and tried to play dumb. And when someone finally knocked on the door after an eternity of waiting she just about collapsed in a state of shock. How she managed to walk across the room and pull it open was a mystery and she didn't have the slightest clue what she said to the security guard standing out in the hallway. Missy was too busy twisting herself into knots and breathlessly trying to form even one coherent thought. And she completely failed the moment she laid eyes on the frumpy, wholly unremarkable housewife that appeared from behind the mountain of a man she'd been speaking to only a second earlier.
All at once everything she expected and completely beyond her wildest dreams the woman smiling at her was the most beautiful and most normal looking woman Missy had ever laid eyes on. Like she'd just walked ou some Midwestern suburb or one of those reality shows about wome getting a total makeover. Words completely failed Missy at first as she sort of ambled towards the middle of her hotel room with the housewife in tow. And after a few seconds spent awkwardly standing there, though her guest didn't seem the slightest bit embarrassed, Missy turned away and walked towards her bed. Her heart was beating so fast she genuinely felt like she was on the verge of passing out and every inch of her skin was dotted in goosebumps. Yet for all her nerves nothing could compare to the utter, incomprehensible shock of what happened when she turned back towards the housewife. Even knowing why she was there couldn't have braced Missy for the reality of her situation.
“Relax darlin,” The woman cooed, her voice warm and motherly and tinged with a heavy Southern accent, “You're about to have a whole lotta fun!”
An eager, terrified moan tumbled from her lips a split second before she was pushed onto the bed. With a gentle insistence she pushed Missy back and wordlessly knelt down between her legs. There wasn't even time to catch her breath before the housewife's hands were on Missy's knees and she was watching a complete stranger, a straight woman, spread her legs apart! And she could barely keep herself upright as she did, her arms trembling more violently than her legs and her while body shaking with an unimaginable anticipation. The soft kiss her lover planted on her thigh, just a little past her knee, somehow relieved and enhanced that tension like nothing she'd ever felt. Missy cried out in surprise and fell back against the bed before the woman's lips had even left her skin. When she lifted her head a split second later she watched the stranger plant another kiss on her other thigh, even deeper than the first. Deep enough for her to feel the housewife's breath against her embarrassingly wet pussy even through through panties.
Of course her panties didn't protect her for long. The woman between her legs only needed one more kiss before her lips were brushing against Missy's sex. Before they were teasing her unbearably swollen clit through that thin, damp layer of fabric. And the moment she felt that soft caress any shred of composure she had left vanished in the blink of an eye. A desperate moan erupted from her lips as her back arched and her hands scrambled to find anything she could cling to. One settled on the sheets above her head as the other jumped to her mousy partner's messy brown locks. Immediately undoing the loose bun the housewife's hair had been tied into she grabbed a fistful of her tresses and held on for dear life. All the while she planted another, even longer kiss on Missy's aching pearl. Her lips lingered for so unimaginably long she started forgot how she felt without them.
Then, after a few agonizing seconds she withdrew. Not far enough to deprive Missy of the sweet warmth of her breath against her sex but certainly far enough for her to miss those tender lips. Though just as she was about to cry out in a fit of needy angst her lover's tongue teasingly brushed against her outermost folds. But not to lick and tease and taste the edges of her sex. Instead the woman's tongue slipped beneath the edges of her panties as they slipped further and further between Missy's indescribably tender lips. And like it was nothing at all she pulled aside her panties with a single stroke of her tongue, teasing the rest of her sex as she did and ruining Missy all over again.
“Oh my fucking God!”
Reflexively bucking her heaps and letting out a sound she'd never made before she clung to the housewife as surely as she clung to the bed beneath her. The unbearable warmth of every breath against her sex was the most maddening thing she'd ever felt in her life. It drove her completely wild within seconds and left her so breathlessly eager for more she couldn't so much as function. Her brain simply shut down while her body was seized by the most desperate ache.
“Take a deep breath darlin,” The woman whispered, every word sending shudders through Missy's entire body, “You're not gonna have many more after this!”
“O-Ohhhh my Goooooood!”
It was all Missy could possibly say as the housewife's words hung in the air above her. As her gorgeously warm breath sent chills through her body. She tried to wrap her legs around the woman nestled between her thighs but her strong yet gentle hands kept Missy's thighs spread apart while she coyly leaned in. Taking just long enough to drive the sexually desperate popstar absolutely mad, her soft exhales and quiet giggles buffeting her aching sex, she didn't lunge forward or do anything Missy actually wanted. Not until she was so utterly bereft of relief and so desperately in need of anything every fiber of her being was burning and she was absolutely wracked with shudders. Only then did she finally return with a maddeningly tender kiss, her lips brushing against her aching sex and departing again for just a moment.
But before Missy could so much as groan at the pleasure or the deprivation that followed the woman's lips returned. This time pressing them against her pearl for a heartbeat before slowly enveloping her swollen clit entirely. Missy's breath caught in her throat and her whole body stiffened as a bolt of pleasure lanced through her senses. By the time she'd even managed to let out a groan the woman's tongue was eagerly flicking back and forth across her bud. Darting to and fro with a wildly unpredictable yet innately understandable rhythm so sweet it just about destroyed her. Although her body quickly collapsed against the bed in a fit of shuddering excess the pleasure ravishing Missy was only growing more unbearable by the moment. Between the anticipation waiting for the woman between her legs to arrive and the months she'd gone without sexual gratification Missy was absolutely ruined by even the slightest effort. Her lover could've put in the barest minimum and it still would've ravished her mind, body, and soul before too long.
Luckily for Missy the women between her legs didn't do the bare minimum. Unlike so many other people she'd fucked the housewife gently sucking on her clit and absolutely melting her brain was a force of nature. Her efforts might've been small, almost mild at times, but the effects they had on Missy were unbelievable. Every stroke of her tongue, every kiss from her lips, ever gentle suckling sent shudders rippling through her body. Sent wave after wave of ecstasy crashing through her senses and overwhelming them all as she breathlessly cried out.
Her efforts were almost unrelenting in their ruthlessness and so deliciously constant Missy never had a moment to breathe. Her mind was reeling and her body lost to the constant barrage within a few seconds. After a minute of endless debauchery she'd drenched her thighs and much of her lover's face in torrents of sweet smelling, even sweeter tasting warmth. Her hips were rolling and bucking and grinding in spasmodic bursts of pure desire while her eyes had completely disappeared into the back of her head. The sounds tumbling from her lips were nothing short of bestial in their ferocity, she didn't sound a thing like the cheery young popstar she'd been only half an hour earlier. Before she'd stumbled across that card and all the opportunities it offered.
Now tears were welling up in the corners of her eyes as her desperate, almost agonized screams reverberated through her hotel room. Maybe even out into the hallway beyond. Missy couldn't say and she certainly couldn't care. Not when that unimaginable, unbearable pressure was building higher and higher with every frantic moment. When every facet of herself was being swallowed up by the rising tide of pure bliss rippling through her and smothering everything. At some point her entire body locked up like she'd been paralyzed and she didn't even realize what'd happened. She just stiffened as a guttural squeal erupted from her lips and a fresh stream of warmth soaked her lover's face. And through it all the housewife responsible continued her wicked ministrations. She didn't slow or stop or do much of anything but absolutely wreck Missy with a constant abandon, her movements subtly quickening to match the writhing mess that was the world's biggest popstar.
And in the end it only took a few minutes to send Missy over the edge. Maybe five at the very most before she was completely lost to her ecstasy. One final, climactic wave rose up inside her and everything seemed to freeze. Time itself came to a screeching halt for just a moment as she sucked in a ragged breath. Then she was completely destroyed.
Howling like some wild, rutting beast as tears streamed down her cheeks Missy grabbed the other woman's head with both hands and held on for dear life. Bucking and grinding with an animalistic fury, torrents of warmth erupting from her sex with every spasm. She drenched herself, the women between her legs, and everything around them in shower after shower of warmth. In a glittering downpour of sweetness greater than anything she'd ever unleashed before. Missy couldn't have stopped squirting even if she wanted to and the longer she convulsed the more feverishly she continued to writhe against and around her mysterious lover.
For what must've been minutes on end she cried out in desperation and wept, relief and ecstasy and agony crashing through her body in equal measure. Completely overwhelmed by it all and completely lost to the maddening ebb and flow she never seemed to come down from her high. Not seemed to stop erupting like a broken hydrant, those soft lips and that sweetly moving tongue driving her to the very brink of insanity. Missy simply drowned in that never ending madness as her body twitched in uncontrollable fits and her mind was completely enveloped by a heady bliss. Had she been even the slightest bit capable of rational thought she would've wanted it to last forever. To simply stay with her new lover for an eternity. And while that might not have been possible it certainly seemed like she might get her wish when her lover withdrew.
“We're not finished yet,” She promised, her words barely audible over Missy's breathless whimpers and deep, feverish groans.
“W-W-We're n-not?”
“Not by a longshot darlin.” The housewife cooed. Slowly joining Missy on the bed and moving atop her she leaned in for a teasing kiss only to hold back just enough to add, “Not until I drive you totally crazy!”