#55
Christina smirked. “Are you really that desperate for a man?”
Christina was just teasing her. However, the woman seemed to take it seriously and said, “You have no idea!” she growled. “I’ve always been the butt of the joke. Men avoid me like the plague. If what you said about your brother is true, then hell, I’ll swallow knives to do it! I’ll become your bitch, or slave, or whatever it is, just let me meet your brother!”
Christina’s smirk softened into a wicked grin, her fingers digging deeper into the woman’s plush ass cheeks, spreading them apart just enough to feel the heat radiating from her crack.
The cubicle’s dim light flickered from the bar’s neon signs outside, casting erratic shadows over their tangled bodies, the muffled thump of bass music vibrating through the thin walls like a heartbeat urging them on. She could smell the mix of sweat, arousal, and cheap perfume hanging heavy in the air, making her head spin with lust.
“Desperate, huh? Prove it then,” Christina challenged, her voice husky as she bucked her hips harder against the woman’s thrusting fingers.
Those digits were relentless, scissoring inside her, stretching her walls with each plunge, her thumb circling her clit with punishing pressure that had her thighs quivering. Slick sounds filled the small space, her pussy squelching obscenely around the intrusion.
The woman pulled back just enough to meet Christina’s gaze, her eyes dark with a hunger that seemed to consume her.
“Name’s Lena, by the way. And yeah, I’m that fucking desperate.”
She yanked her fingers free with a wet pop, bringing them to her lips and sucking them clean, moaning at the taste of Christina’s juices.
“Mmm, sweet and tangy. Now, get those panties off. I want my mouth on that cunt.”
Christina didn’t need telling twice. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and shoved them down her legs, kicking them aside into the corner of the cubicle.
The cool air hit her exposed folds, making her shiver, but Lena was on her in an instant, dropping to her knees on the sticky floor. Her hands gripped Christina’s thighs, spreading them wide, nails digging into the soft flesh as she dove in.
Lena’s tongue lashed out first, flat and broad, licking a long stripe from Christina’s entrance to her clit, gathering the dripping arousal. Christina’s head thunked back against the wall, a moan ripping from her throat as Lena’s hot mouth sealed over her pussy.
She sucked hard on the swollen lips, tugging them between her teeth before releasing with a smack, then plunged her tongue deep inside, fucking her with it in short, greedy thrusts.
“Fuck, Lena… yes, just like that,” Christina hissed, her fingers threading into Lena’s hair, gripping tight. She ground her hips forward, smearing her wetness across Lena’s face, the woman’s nose bumping her clit with each roll.
Lena hummed in approval, the vibration shooting straight through Christina’s core, making her clench around nothing now that the fingers were gone.
Her hands roamed upward, one cupping Christina’s ass to pull her closer, the other sliding under her top to pinch her nipples again, rolling them between rough fingertips. She alternated between sucking Christina’s clit into her mouth—swirling her tongue around the sensitive nub—and dipping lower to lap at her hole, drinking down the fresh gush of slick that leaked out. Her chin glistened with it, lips shiny and swollen from the effort.
As the pleasure built, Christina’s hands wandered, tracing the curve of Lena’s ears, then up to the top of her head. Her fingers brushed against something hard and unexpected—small, nubby protrusions pushing through the blonde hair.
Horns. Tiny, budding horns, no more than an inch long, but unmistakable.
Christina froze for a split second, her eyes widening as she processed it. A mutant. Lena was a mutant.
Lena must have felt the hesitation because she pulled back slightly, her tongue still flicking lazily over Christina’s clit, eyes lifting to meet hers with a flash of worry.
“What? Did I do something wrong?” Her voice was breathy, vulnerable, the earlier aggression cracking just a bit.
Christina’s heart twisted—not in fear, but in surprise and a sudden surge of protectiveness. She tightened her grip on Lena’s hair, guiding her mouth back down firmly.
“No, keep going. But… those horns. You’re a mutant, aren’t you?”
Lena tensed, her tongue pausing mid-lick, but Christina didn’t let her pull away. Instead, she rocked her hips, forcing Lena to resume, the woman’s lips parting on a reluctant moan as she sucked harder, almost desperately now.
Between laps, Lena mumbled against the wet flesh, “Yeah… I tried to hide it as best I could. I guess, cat’s out of the bag, huh…”
Christina’s pussy throbbed at the confession, the vulnerability adding a layer of intensity to the heat pooling in her belly.
She glanced down, watching Lena’s head bob between her legs, those small horns glinting faintly in the low light. It was hot, in a forbidden way—the raw honesty mixed with the slick sounds of her tongue delving deep.
“Why no tail? I thought mutants like that had tails, too.”
Lena’s hands squeezed Christina’s ass harder, fingers spreading her cheeks as her tongue thrust in deeper, curling to hit that spongy spot inside. She pulled back just enough to speak, her breath hot against the dripping folds.
“Cut it off years ago. Didn’t want anyone knowing. Discrimination’s a bitch—jobs, dates, everything. And the horns… I file them down, cut them when they get too long, but they always grow back. Like weeds.”
Her voice cracked on the last word, a hint of bitterness seeping through, but she dove back in immediately, sucking Christina’s clit with renewed vigor, as if eating her out could erase the pain.
Christina’s chest ached with pity, but it fueled her desire, making her grind down harder. She reached down, stroking one of those small horns gently, feeling the smooth, warm texture under her thumb.
Lena shivered at the touch, a whimper escaping as she lapped faster, her own pussy clenching with need—she could feel her arousal dripping down her thighs, pooling on the floor beneath her.
“You don’t have to hide from me,” Christina murmured, her voice softening even as her hips bucked wildly.
“I get it—mutants face shit all the time. But me? I don’t have anything against them. Hell, two of my sisters are mutants, and half my relatives too. We’ve got our own weird family tree.” She gasped as Lena’s teeth grazed her clit, the sharp edge sending sparks up her spine.
“And William… my brother? He’s fond of mutants. More than fond. He likes fucking them. He fucks my little sis, and her bunny girlfriend all the time.”
Lena’s eyes widened, lifting her gaze again, her mouth still latched onto Christina’s pussy, tongue swirling in slow circles now. Surprise flickered there, then something brighter—hope, mixed with lust.
“Really? You… you’re not just saying that to get off?”
She nipped at the inner thigh, sucking a fresh mark into the skin before returning to her feast, plunging three fingers into Christina’s hole this time, stretching her wide.
Christina laughed breathlessly, her walls clamping down on the fingers as they pumped in and out, knuckles bumping her clit with each thrust.
“Swear it. No bullshit. Now stop worrying and make me cum on your face, mutant girl.”
The words seemed to ignite something in Lena. She growled low in her throat, the sound vibrating against Christina’s core as she attacked with everything she had. Her tongue flicked rapidly over the clit while her fingers curled inside, rubbing that G-spot relentlessly. Her free hand reached up to tweak Christina’s nipple, pulling on it hard enough to make her arch off the wall.
Christina’s orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her thighs clamping around Lena’s head, pussy spasming around the fingers as she squirted a hot gush of cum onto Lena’s tongue.
“Fuck, yes! Lena, oh god, drink it all!” she cried out, her voice echoing slightly in the cubicle, but the bar’s noise drowned it out.
Waves of pleasure pulsed through her, toes curling in her shoes, body shaking as Lena lapped every drop, not stopping until Christina slumped against the wall, panting.
But Lena wasn’t done. She rose slowly, lips glistening with Christina’s release, and captured her mouth in a deep kiss, sharing the taste.
Christina moaned into it, sucking on Lena’s tongue, her hands fumbling to yank Lena’s skirt up fully, exposing that perfect ass and the bare, dripping pussy beneath.
“Your turn,” Christina whispered against her lips, spinning them so Lena’s back hit the wall.
She dropped to her knees now, the floor rough against her skin, but she didn’t care. Lena’s pussy was right there—swollen, pink, and leaking, the lips parted invitingly. Christina spread her thighs wider, hooking one leg over her shoulder for better access, and buried her face in.
She started with long licks, tracing from the perineum up to the clit, savoring the musky sweetness. Lena bucked immediately, hands fisting in Christina’s hair, those small horns brushing her forehead.
“Shit, yes… eat me out,” Lena groaned, her voice rough with need.
Christina obliged, sucking the clit between her lips and humming, the vibration making Lena’s hips jerk. She slid two fingers into the tight heat, feeling the walls grip her immediately, slick coating her hand as she pumped slowly at first, building the rhythm. Lena’s ass clenched under her other hand, the flesh so soft and full, jiggling with each thrust.
“Deeper… fuck, use your tongue,” Lena demanded, grinding down. Christina added a third finger, stretching her, curling them to hit the front wall while her tongue lashed the clit in quick flicks.
The cubicle smelled of sex now, thick and heady, their moans blending with the distant bar chatter.
Lena’s body tensed, her breath coming in short gasps.
“I’m gonna… oh fuck, Christina!”
She came hard, pussy fluttering around the fingers, a flood of cum soaking Christina’s palm as she squirted lightly, the liquid dripping down her wrist.
Christina kept going, milking every aftershock, until Lena’s legs gave out, sliding down the wall beside her.
They collapsed together on the floor, a tangle of limbs and skirts hiked up, breathing heavy. Christina traced lazy circles on Lena’s thigh, her fingers brushing the base of where a tail might have been, a silent acknowledgment.
Lena leaned in, nipping at her earlobe.
“That was… intense. And what you said about your brother… it means a lot.”
Christina smiled, pulling her close for a softer kiss, tongues tangling lazily.
“Told you. No judgments here.”
But the heat wasn’t fully sated. She pushed Lena onto her back, the cubicle’s bench creaking under them, and straddled her face.
“One more round. Ride your tongue while I play with these.” She reached for the horns again, stroking them as she lowered her pussy onto Lena’s waiting mouth.
Lena gripped her hips, tongue spearing inside immediately, fucking up into her with wet, slurping sounds. Christina rocked steadily, grinding her clit against Lena’s nose, her hands roaming to pinch Lena’s nipples through her top, twisting until the woman moaned into her folds.
The position let Christina lean forward, her fingers finding Lena’s pussy again, plunging in to match the rhythm.
They moved like that for what felt like hours—though it was mere minutes—their bodies slick with sweat, the air thick with the scent of their combined arousal.
Christina came again, slower this time, shuddering as Lena’s tongue lapped her through it. In turn, she finger-fucked Lena to another orgasm, feeling the walls pulse and clench, cum coating her hand.
Finally, spent and glowing, Christina slid off, pulling Lena up into a hug. Their tops were askew, skirts rumpled, but neither cared. The vulnerability from earlier had melted into something warmer, more connected.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” Lena whispered, her fingers tracing Christina’s jaw.
Christina chuckled, straightening her clothes a bit.
“Right back at you. And hey, about William… I wasn’t kidding. But first, you should meet my friends. You’ll like them.”
Christina smirked and grabbed Lena’s hand, the blonde’s discarded top clutched in her other fist, and tugged her toward the door.
“Come on, let’s go. I can’t wait for you to meet my friends~.”
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