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Pandora’s Crotch

A filthy tale of submissive perversion...

By Zaé Published 4 years ago 6 min read
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“Is that what you’re wearing? My goodness you look like you’re going to a nunnery, it’s a job interview babe!” Layla eyed her flatmate with the bemused concern. Shiny waist-length brunette hair casually draped over her left shoulder made a peekaboo show out of her ever erect nipple, which had slipped out of her boneless silk bra. Layla was a leggy and equally mouthy individual with an envious stomach and an aversion to being fully clothed at home. It’s just not natural she’d argue.

Pandora eyed herself in the iron wrought floor-length mirror half sold on the look but feeling overshadowed by her beloved flatmate's ever-imposing opinion. She meant well but it was just non-stop. Catching a glimpse of the slipped nip in her rear view, “Concern yourself with your own wardrobe malfunctions missy," she said and matched her bemused expression. Pandora walked past and gently squeezed on Layla’s protruding nipple.

“Oooooh don’t do that you perv!” she said blushing a rarity on her face.

"Your nipple seems to like my outfit so was just saying thank you." The smugness imprinted on her face was enough to silence Layla for now.

The two had met while queuing for the ladies at the lavish Venus Beach Bar and struck up a conversation and subsequent friendship which led to them living in a sea front flat share. It was the only way either could afford the luxury but was no issue as they got on like an erect dick in a wet and willing cunt. A perfect fit. Pandora was a striking beauty with the most magical deep green eyes with hints of aquamarine blue, olive skin, chocolate brown hair, and a nose with cutest tapered tip, her well-defined lips added to a smile that was nothing short of breathtaking. She was a work of art without even trying in every sense of the word, but she couldn’t see it, which only added to her allure.

“Why don’t you add a waist cinch to the look?” Before she could even consider it, Layla had scooped Pandora’s hair to the side and draped the garment around her waist, fixing it in place under her bust swiftly then tugging the fastening straps taught in one swift movement. Pandora gasped in, causing her ample, golden 36 DD bust to rise up. She instantly felt her own excitement rise both in her nipples and between her legs. Clearing her throat “Yes I think that does it nicely.”

The sound of banging at the door broke the silent lustful gaze. "Who is it?" they both chimed, knowing full-well it could be only one over-entitled brute who’d knock with such force.

“Open the door,” came the baritone reply from the door. Layla knew that tone of voice. He only ever sounded like that when he needing one thing. Adjusting her bra back in place, she dragged her big fluffy kitten heeled slippers over to the door and took a deep breath and a last admiring glance at Pandora. He banged on the door again and she jumped out of her skin, opening the door swiftly.

"Sor..." she was cut off as he pushed her firmly by the neck up against the wall and stared into her eyes for what felt like eternity.

“Be quicker next time!” Santiago closed the door with his elegant polished-to-perfection shoe, flashing his red dress sock in the process. Pandora broke the silent stare by picking up her clutch purse.

“Hello Mr Santiago,” she quipped nervously. He had a sexual energy which could fill a room even when he did nothing but look at you. He was a towering hunk of a man who looked more suited to men in GQ than the boardroom of a Fortune 500 company, but that he was. He knew what he wanted and went for it. Layla was his PA ,or Personal “ASSistant.” It was in her job description to do every and anything he needed or simply wanted, which included her being sexually available to him 24/7. She didn’t mind, he was an absolute Adonis in most women’s minds, and the pay and perks were good.

“Erm could I just squeeze past please I have that interview you set up for me today, thanks again I really appreciate..."

"NO!... wait... wait a minute." Both his and Layla’s breath were laboured as they stood fixated deeply on each other’s eyes.

“Take off her pants.” Pandora stood frozen in place unsure if he was still speaking to her. She looked on quizzically. “I said come and take off her pants for me.”

Realising he was indeed speaking to her, she leaped into action, still rather awkwardly, kneeling down at the side of them to slide her flatmate's silky thongs down her long, smooth, shapely legs. Layla gasped in sharply.

"Shhhhhhhhhh, now take off yours."

"I... I can’t... I huh!" Santiago half smiled, still gazing into Layla’s piercing blue eyes, as she was visibly shaking with arousal.

"Tell me what you see between her legs," he said affirmatively.

With a tremor in her voice, she said, “I can see your huge imprint throbbing in your suit pants.”

“No!, tell me what her pussy looks like right now.”

“Oh well she has a neatly Brazilian trimmed patch of brown hair above her plump cunt lips and her clit is very big, it’s brown with a pink tip sticking out between the lips. It’s pulsating juices down onto the top of her thighs.” She looked up at them both.

“Keep looking at her clit.” She did as she was told, her own juices flowing and a curious urge to suckle on the engorged clit.

“It's beautiful isn’t it.” Without missing a beat, she breathlessly said yes, causing Layla to whimper.

“Keep looking at it,” he said as he unfastened his belt, unzipped his pants and set his huge beast free from its constraints. His manhood was astonishingly delightful to look at. He smelt clean and had a huge mushroom head followed by a girthy length which looked like it belonged to a mythical god; it boasted veins which marbled the length of his shaft. It was magnificent. It shot straight out and up landing smack on Layla’s clit, then bobbed, teasing her already aching loins. He then placed a huge, well-groomed, manly hand on his shaft, stroking it from the base to the tip, causing it to massage Layla’s silky, wet clit over and over again. The sound was a heady mix of slurping, squishing and squelching with overtones of Laya’s panting breath and overstimulated moaning.

“Wow, you guys are something else.”

Santiago bent slightly, placing his hand behind Pandora’s head, gently guiding it towards Layla’s quivering labia. She was so turned on by them both, thoughts of her impending interview had long since left all cortexes of her mind, replaced entirely with the hedonistic view which stood in front of her. Santiago pushed her face into their intermingled genitals she breathed in deeply, loving the smell of their excitement.

“Kiss her,” he said. "French kiss her clit."

As odd as it sounded, she did it without a second thought. Gently sliding her tongue over Layla’s aroused silky slit and over her now enormous clit, she gently sucked it into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it as if she were French, kissing the love of her life. Layla’s knees went weak, and she thrust her hips forward, indicating how much she liked it, and she wasn’t the only one. Santiago’s girth bobbed menacingly with approval just as Layla exploded into the most ground-shaking orgasm she had ever seen, with Santiago's ever-watchful gaze watching as he held her orgasmically-weakened frame upright in his strong arms, still pressed against the side wall of the door entrance. Tears rolled down Layla’s cheeks as she willingly submitted to him.

"Good girl," he said before forcefully sliding his hard member deep, hard and fast into Layla’s slippery entrance just as his deep voice broke her trance-like gaze.

“I hope your interview goes well Pandora.”

She was still in a state of aroused disbelief but noted her abrupt cue to leave...

TBC

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