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Belinda took another drag on her cigarette and then crushed it in the ashtray on the table. She got up and began to take things back and forth to the kitchen. Claire watched her, hardly daring to speak. Surely Belinda could not be serious she thought; would she actually go through with this? Belinda made her way around the table and stood behind Claire. Belinda draped her arms around Claire’s shoulders and whispered into her ear. “I’m going to clear up down here. And you are going to go to my room. Take your clothes off, all of them, and get into my bed and wait for me. I’ll be up soon to claim my prize.” She nipped at Claire’s neck. “But…you can’t, Belle,” Claire protested, “I’m not sure.” “Too fucking late,” Belinda said firmly, “I won fair and square. No backing out now, fuck toy!” Almost in a trance, Claire rose and made her way to the door. Belinda smiled. Xxx The bedroom was dimly lit and the sensuous aroma of roses filled the air. The large double bed, with its brass bedstead, was covered with white cotton sheets, which were drawn back slightly. She’s planned this all along, Claire thought. She was shocked to find herself growing more and more excited, and aroused too. Her heart was beating fast and she had a funny feeling inside; a strange Anadolu Yakası Escort tightness in her throat, and butterflies dancing in her tummy. Her doubts as to what was about to happen seemed to increase the erotic spell she had fallen under. Her rational self told her to leave now while she still could, but somehow she could not tear herself away. She had pledged herself to her beautiful friend for the night, and deep inside she knew that was what she wanted; to be her slave and plaything. Claire’s hands were shaking as she began to remove her clothes, pull down the zip behind her dress, and let the dark material slide down her body to the floor. She stepped out of her high heels, unclipped her stockings from her suspenders, and rolled the nylon down her long legs. Finally, she removed her underwear and slipped into Belinda’s bed, quite naked. She pulled the cotton sheets up high to her chin and waited. Claire heard Belinda climbing the stairs. She saw Belinda quickly pass the door without looking in at her and she heard the door to another room being opened. Then there was silence. It was some time before there was another sound. It seemed like an eternity to Claire. She was shocked to find herself Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan so aroused as she waited for her friend. Her nipples had stiffened into hard buds, and she could feel the heat and wetness of arousal in her pussy. When she heard footsteps approaching the room she sank down into the sheets and peeped over them at the door. Belinda appeared and Claire gasped. Belinda lounged against the doorframe and stared at Claire. Her long dark hair was tied back tightly, and she was heavily made up in red lipstick and black eyeliner. She wore only black latex stockings, pulled high up her long legs to the top of her firm thighs, and matching latex opera gloves. She grinned as she looked at the young woman cowering in the sheets of her bed. “How do I look, darling?” she questioned. “You look, um, fantastic,” Claire replied cautiously. “I really don’t know what to say. I’ve never done anything like this before.” “But you’ve dreamed about it, haven’t you?” Belinda questioned. “You’ve watched me when we’ve been out, and in your mind you’ve undressed me. You’ve imagined what it would be like if I fucked you. I’ve seen you drooling, bitch. Now I’m going to make all those dirty little dreams of yours Escort Anadolu Yakası come true.” Belinda walked towards the bed, swaying her hips. Claire looked down to see that Belinda wore knee length, lace up boots, over her latex stockings, with sharp silver spurs attached above her high stiletto heels. She caught her breath. “Let me see you, Claire,” Belinda whispered as she took hold of the white sheets and drew them away. Claire tried to cover her nakedness with her hands. “It’s no good being shy,” Belinda giggled. “I’m going to see it all tonight. Close up. You’re my little plaything now!” Claire held one arm across her heavy breasts and the other over the mound of her pussy. She pressed her long slim fingers down over the thin wisp of blonde curls between her legs, and covered her sex. She was shocked to feel how wet she had become. She knew her face would be burning red with embarrassment. Belinda smiled at her, enjoying her discomfort. “That’s right,” Belinda continued. “Play with your cunt for me. Show me just how much you want me.” Claire dared not move, and she could feel the flood of juice in her fingers as Belinda spoke, demanding she masturbate in front of her. “I can’t,” she whispered. “Yes, you can. And you will. You agreed you would do anything I wanted, and this is what I want.” Claire began to stroke her fingers back and forth, staring up at Belinda as the girl commanded her so forcefully. It made her weak with arousal. She let her middle finger slide into the folds of her pussy and search out the little hard bud of her clitoris erect from its fleshy hood.

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