the continued adventures of PORN.
Sep. 27th, 2009 05:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
longsufferinglySo a couple weeks back, I wrote some Katie Cassidy/Genevieve Cortese, on account on Katie Cassidy being hot.
You know who else is hot? Danneel Harris. That's why I wrote a sequel, involving a threesome. There's still, you know, lesbian sex and bondage, and it's still (clearly) NC-17. Enjoy!
Katie makes it a week before she can't deal anymore and calls up Gen.
She doesn't have any trouble getting laid, not even getting discretely laid by girls, but Gen was something else, and she really wants more of it. She flashes back to it at incredibly inconvenient times and ends up turned on in meetings, wet and squirming in her seat.
Gen sounds amused when she picks up, which doesn't exactly shock Katie, but it turns her on even more, the way she fucking purrs into the phone.
"What can I do to you if I say yes?" she asks, once Katie's gotten the invitation out.
"Anything," says Katie, immediately.
"Can I fuck your ass?" asks Gen. "Can I get my fist in that, too? Will you do anything I ask you too?"
Katie bites her lip, tries not to start touching herself right fucking then. "Yes," she stutters out. "God, please, everything."
"Come over in an hour," says Gen. "Don't do anything without me. Wear something short."
Katie swallows. "Okay."
She putters around for an hour, finds a denim skirt that's probably illegal in some states, leaves her panties off. She's almost crazy with want as she drives over, her bare legs rubbing together, her cunt leaking into them.
Gen looks amused as she opens the door. "You really didn't touch yourself, did you? You look so fucking desperate."
Katie nods.
Gen hooks her fingers in the belt loops of Katie's skirt, pulls her in close and kisses her sloppy and wet as they go into the room. Gen's shorter than her, smaller, and Katie knows she could take the lead if she wanted to, but she doesn't.
Gen pulls back and smirks like some kind of predator. "Take off your shirt," she says simply, and Katie does, pulls it off without a word. Gen slips her hand up, parting Katie's legs, nearly touching her but not, and Katie whimpers.
"Nothing under there," says Gen, looking satisfied. She pushes Katie back, and Katie's surprised when the backs of her legs hit metal. Gen keeps pushing her until she's sitting, Gen straddling her legs, on one of those uncomfortable folding metal chairs they have everywhere. Gen kisses her again, harder and needier, and she's so distracted by it she barely notices one of her hands being tied to the chair.
She jerks then, because both Gen's hands are on her, and opens her eyes, but Gen says relax into her mouth and kisses her harder, and Katie's other hand gets secured.
Gen pulls back and smirks.
"Katie, you know Danneel."
Katie's never met Danneel Harris, but she definitely knows of her. Danneel's in a bra and panties and nothing else, and she pulls Gen off Katie roughly, giving her a messing and bruising kiss.
"Nice to meet you," says Danneel, as she pulls away, and the she pushes Katie's legs as far apart as they'll go and ties her ankles too. She smiles, almost sweetly. "You're a pretty little thing. So turned on, too. Want it so bad. And you're gonna get it. But first, you're going to watch us. Get yourself all worked up." She turns to Gen, and it's suddenly clear that Gen's not the one calling the shots today. "Get yourself naked. On the bed."
Gen does as she's told while Danneel goes somewhere Katie can't see. Gen's body is amazing, of course, and Katie's so turned on she can't think, squirming against the cold chair.
Danneel comes up behind her and speaks into her ear, low but not whispering. "Gen didn't invite me to the party last time. I think she needs to be punished for that. I think she wants to be."
Katie shivers, full-bodied, and Danneel licks behind her ear.
"Brace yourself against the nightstand," says Danneel, to Gen, and she does, spreads her legs wide and bends over. Danneel's wearing nothing but a strap-on, and she barely uses her fingers at all before she pushes inside. Gen cries out, but Danneel keeps going, fucking her mercilessly, kneading her breasts in her hands. Katie's cunt aches for it, for Danneel to fill her, her legs spread so wide, so wanting.
"You like watching this, don't you," says Danneel. "Can't wait for it to be you I'm fucking. Want me to just use you and throw you away." She's got her fingers on Gen's clit now, and Gen's moaning and writhing, getting pounded so fucking hard, and Katie can't stand it.
"Please," she says, "please, I need--"
Gen arches and cries out, and Danneel pulls her back against her as she comes, kissing her neck and fucking her through it. They make out a little after they're done, and then talk too quietly for Katie to hear.
Gen comes over and carefully pushes over the chair. Some part of Katie, a rational part she's surprised still exists, realizes this is why Danneel tied her hands on the side. Katie's on her back, her legs in the air, and it feels humiliating but also so hot she can't stand it.
"I hear you're good at this," purrs Danneel, and she lowers herself onto Katie's mouth. Katie tongue-fucks her enthusiastically, sloppy and eager, trying to be so fucking good, and Danneel runs her hands down Katie's thighs, pushing her skirt down. The cold metal of the chair on her bare ass is a shock, and Katie groans into Danneel's cunt.
Danneel leans down, deliberately, and just blows a warm breath onto Katie's clit, so close it's almost a touch, and Katie's so close that she's just gone. She comes so hard she almost blacks out, Danneel licking her through it.
It takes her a while to recover, and as she does, she feels her legs being untied, and her hands, and she doesn't think she can move, even if she is free now.
As soon as she can, she brings her shaking hands up to hold Danneel and get her through in earnest, and Danneel's coming after not too long. When Katie opens her eyes, she sees that Gen's watching and rubbing between her own legs, eyes dark with lust.
Danneel gets off Katie and helps her to the bed, her legs still too shaky to stand on her own.
The three of them kiss for a while, until Katie realizes they're waiting on her, in some weird sense. She's the newcomer here.
She pulls back, lies back on the bed, and spreads her legs wide.
"So," she says, with an innocent smile. "What next?"
You know who else is hot? Danneel Harris. That's why I wrote a sequel, involving a threesome. There's still, you know, lesbian sex and bondage, and it's still (clearly) NC-17. Enjoy!
Katie makes it a week before she can't deal anymore and calls up Gen.
She doesn't have any trouble getting laid, not even getting discretely laid by girls, but Gen was something else, and she really wants more of it. She flashes back to it at incredibly inconvenient times and ends up turned on in meetings, wet and squirming in her seat.
Gen sounds amused when she picks up, which doesn't exactly shock Katie, but it turns her on even more, the way she fucking purrs into the phone.
"What can I do to you if I say yes?" she asks, once Katie's gotten the invitation out.
"Anything," says Katie, immediately.
"Can I fuck your ass?" asks Gen. "Can I get my fist in that, too? Will you do anything I ask you too?"
Katie bites her lip, tries not to start touching herself right fucking then. "Yes," she stutters out. "God, please, everything."
"Come over in an hour," says Gen. "Don't do anything without me. Wear something short."
Katie swallows. "Okay."
She putters around for an hour, finds a denim skirt that's probably illegal in some states, leaves her panties off. She's almost crazy with want as she drives over, her bare legs rubbing together, her cunt leaking into them.
Gen looks amused as she opens the door. "You really didn't touch yourself, did you? You look so fucking desperate."
Katie nods.
Gen hooks her fingers in the belt loops of Katie's skirt, pulls her in close and kisses her sloppy and wet as they go into the room. Gen's shorter than her, smaller, and Katie knows she could take the lead if she wanted to, but she doesn't.
Gen pulls back and smirks like some kind of predator. "Take off your shirt," she says simply, and Katie does, pulls it off without a word. Gen slips her hand up, parting Katie's legs, nearly touching her but not, and Katie whimpers.
"Nothing under there," says Gen, looking satisfied. She pushes Katie back, and Katie's surprised when the backs of her legs hit metal. Gen keeps pushing her until she's sitting, Gen straddling her legs, on one of those uncomfortable folding metal chairs they have everywhere. Gen kisses her again, harder and needier, and she's so distracted by it she barely notices one of her hands being tied to the chair.
She jerks then, because both Gen's hands are on her, and opens her eyes, but Gen says relax into her mouth and kisses her harder, and Katie's other hand gets secured.
Gen pulls back and smirks.
"Katie, you know Danneel."
Katie's never met Danneel Harris, but she definitely knows of her. Danneel's in a bra and panties and nothing else, and she pulls Gen off Katie roughly, giving her a messing and bruising kiss.
"Nice to meet you," says Danneel, as she pulls away, and the she pushes Katie's legs as far apart as they'll go and ties her ankles too. She smiles, almost sweetly. "You're a pretty little thing. So turned on, too. Want it so bad. And you're gonna get it. But first, you're going to watch us. Get yourself all worked up." She turns to Gen, and it's suddenly clear that Gen's not the one calling the shots today. "Get yourself naked. On the bed."
Gen does as she's told while Danneel goes somewhere Katie can't see. Gen's body is amazing, of course, and Katie's so turned on she can't think, squirming against the cold chair.
Danneel comes up behind her and speaks into her ear, low but not whispering. "Gen didn't invite me to the party last time. I think she needs to be punished for that. I think she wants to be."
Katie shivers, full-bodied, and Danneel licks behind her ear.
"Brace yourself against the nightstand," says Danneel, to Gen, and she does, spreads her legs wide and bends over. Danneel's wearing nothing but a strap-on, and she barely uses her fingers at all before she pushes inside. Gen cries out, but Danneel keeps going, fucking her mercilessly, kneading her breasts in her hands. Katie's cunt aches for it, for Danneel to fill her, her legs spread so wide, so wanting.
"You like watching this, don't you," says Danneel. "Can't wait for it to be you I'm fucking. Want me to just use you and throw you away." She's got her fingers on Gen's clit now, and Gen's moaning and writhing, getting pounded so fucking hard, and Katie can't stand it.
"Please," she says, "please, I need--"
Gen arches and cries out, and Danneel pulls her back against her as she comes, kissing her neck and fucking her through it. They make out a little after they're done, and then talk too quietly for Katie to hear.
Gen comes over and carefully pushes over the chair. Some part of Katie, a rational part she's surprised still exists, realizes this is why Danneel tied her hands on the side. Katie's on her back, her legs in the air, and it feels humiliating but also so hot she can't stand it.
"I hear you're good at this," purrs Danneel, and she lowers herself onto Katie's mouth. Katie tongue-fucks her enthusiastically, sloppy and eager, trying to be so fucking good, and Danneel runs her hands down Katie's thighs, pushing her skirt down. The cold metal of the chair on her bare ass is a shock, and Katie groans into Danneel's cunt.
Danneel leans down, deliberately, and just blows a warm breath onto Katie's clit, so close it's almost a touch, and Katie's so close that she's just gone. She comes so hard she almost blacks out, Danneel licking her through it.
It takes her a while to recover, and as she does, she feels her legs being untied, and her hands, and she doesn't think she can move, even if she is free now.
As soon as she can, she brings her shaking hands up to hold Danneel and get her through in earnest, and Danneel's coming after not too long. When Katie opens her eyes, she sees that Gen's watching and rubbing between her own legs, eyes dark with lust.
Danneel gets off Katie and helps her to the bed, her legs still too shaky to stand on her own.
The three of them kiss for a while, until Katie realizes they're waiting on her, in some weird sense. She's the newcomer here.
She pulls back, lies back on the bed, and spreads her legs wide.
"So," she says, with an innocent smile. "What next?"
