Models: Emily Addison & Sabrina Maree
‘Oh my god, those people are animals.’
Emma flopped down into the armchair with an exhausted groan. Sweat had plastered her ordinarily neat hair across her brow in slick whirls and her cheeks were burning red.
‘No, wait a minute, they’re not animals; they’re robots! I mean how can they just keep going like that? I think my feet are about to fall off but did you see Vince and Andi? They’d barely even broken a sweat. Then again, I guess that’s not surprising given how much exercise they get in bed. They probably have stamina to spare.’ Continuing to ramble, her hand gestures became increasingly animated as she warmed to her subject.
As usual, Sean was unable to get a word in edgeways. But he didn’t mind; he’d long since gotten used to Emma’s vivacious personality. In fact, it was one of the things he found most attractive about her. Admittedly, to the untrained eye Emma’s constant chatter made her seem ditzy at best and narcissistic at worst, but Sean knew her better than that. What came across as self-absorption was in fact a vibrant passion for life that she needed an outlet for – it wasn’t that she loved the sound of her own voice, more that she loved being able to share her thoughts and feelings with her friends.
At this point he couldn’t actually remember how long he’d been crushing on her, only that it felt like forever. Despite her being utterly oblivious to his feelings he lived for the days when he saw her, no matter how bittersweet being in her presence was. And whenever they went their separate ways after a con or LARP event, Sean found himself daydreaming for weeks about what their life might be like if his affections were reciprocated.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t considered telling her the truth. Only last night, after the bonfire, Solomon had urged him to ask her out before they left the manor – a stark reminder that it seemed the only member of the group who didn’t know about his crush was Emma herself.
But no amount of encouragement could shake Sean’s conviction that, deep down, he just wasn’t the man she needed. He could have happily spent forever listening to her talk about everything and nothing, yet there were some things he couldn’t provide, especially when it came to sexual gratification; having never had a girlfriend before Sean knew he couldn’t compare to the bedroom skills of Emma’s exes, all of whom had far more experience than him. Somehow the thought of disappointing her was worse than the reality of concealing his true feelings.
Nevertheless, Sean would have gladly spent every waking moment by her side, and that combination of conflicting emotions had led to this friendship of two halves they now shared: Emma, bubbly and oblivious on one side; Sean, reticent yet yearning on the other.
Emma was still talking as Sean picked up her discarded hoodie, which she had sloughed off the moment they got back. Crossing over to the walk-in wardrobe, he rolled the runner-mounted door aside – and was surprised at what he found.
‘Uh, Emma, have you seen this?’
Without missing a beat, Emma shifted subject mid-sentence to reply. ‘Seen what? The wardrobe? I mean I noticed it last night, but I didn’t look inside. None of us did. We were too busy getting ready for the bonfire. Why, what’s in there?’
‘Wigs,’ Sean stated simply. ‘Just… like… a boatload of wigs.’
Emma levered herself stiffly up out of the armchair and came to join him. ‘Woah,’ she said.
The wardrobe had a spacious interior almost as large as the bedroom itself, the side walls of which held open-faced cupboards hung with an abundance of clothing. But their focus was drawn to the large central island dominating the floor, atop which were mounted dozens of mannequin heads sporting wigs of every conceivable variety. From platinum blond pigtails to midnight-black dreadlocks to neon-pink locks so long they spilled over the edge of the table and down to the floor, the range impressed even Emma and Sean, who had seen plenty of admirable hairpieces in their time at cons and events. The collection was so large it couldn’t be confined to the central island; the back wall was made up entirely of shelves from floor to ceiling upon which even more mannequin heads jostled for position.
Wandering into the room, a small voice at the back of Sean’s mind tried to point out how odd it was to find such a selection in the manor, but the rest of him was too busy marvelling at one wig after another to pay any attention.
‘How did we miss this?’ Emma said. ‘I mean who needs hikes when you’ve got this in your room? I could spend all week in here.’
Despite the array, Sean found his eyes drawn to Emma and he watched her with a quiet smile as she hopped from wig to wig enthusing over how she could incorporate each into a different cosplay.
‘Hey, check this one out.’ Sean hurriedly averted his gaze before Emma could turn to face him. When he looked up again he found her holding a long auburn wig. ‘Didn’t you say you wanted to do a group gender-swap cosplay? Like where all the guys dress as female characters and us girls go as dudes? You could totally use this to do a Black Widow cosplay if we did that.’
Sean blushed a little, flattered that Emma had remembered. He had pitched the idea a while back when the group was deciding on what costumes to attend their next con in, though it had never really gone anywhere and even Sean had forgotten about it in the time since. Maybe Emma did listen more than he gave her credit for.
Still, he wasn’t convinced. ‘I’m not sure. It’s a bit dark for her. And long too.’
‘Oh stop being such a buzzkill,’ Emma laughed, tossing the wig at his chest. ‘Just try it on already. Here, if it will help I’ll try one on too.’ Snatching up a nearby wig she turned to a full-body mirror in the corner of the wardrobe.
‘Alright, alright,’ Sean chuckled as he made his way back into the bedroom.
Using the mirror set on the wall beside the wardrobe door, Sean donned the wig. It had been some time since he last wore one, so it took him longer than usual to get it sitting comfortably.
Sean was still fiddling with the hairline when he heard a sensual moan from inside the wardrobe. For a second he was frozen, fingers still tangled in the wig’s red fibres, wondering if his ears were playing tricks on him. As if to dispel his doubts, a few seconds later there came another moan, louder this time, and even more aroused.
‘Uh… Emma? You okay in there?’
After waiting a few seconds for a response that didn’t come, Sean cautiously peered around the edge of the door – and for the second time his eyes bulged at what he saw inside the wardrobe.
The woman inside wasn’t quite the Emma he knew anymore. There were still echoes of his friend in her appearance – the line of her jaw, or her tall figure for instance – but as he watched those features were rapidly replaced. Already her bust had inflated be several cup sizes, and she’d dropped at least half a foot in height, the lost mass seemingly migrating down to inflate her tits even further. Her ass had already swollen to a similar degree, the combination of assets granting her with voluptuous curves.
With her back pressed against the mirror Emma was oblivious to her voyeur, her shifting features dancing from one expression of pleasure to the next as she groped her transforming body. Each new twist of her face seemed to erase a little bit more of her former visage until Sean could no longer recognise her at all, her juicy lips, severe brows and long, fluttering lashes the features of a stranger rather than his closest friend.
Beneath her roving hands her clothes were changing as well. Wherever her probing fingers passed they left new attire in their wake and Sean was struck with the impression of wiping condensation from a steamy mirror, only to find somebody else’s reflection peeking through. For a few seconds Emma’s outfit was a patchwork of old and new, but her insatiable groping soon erased every scrap of her shorts and t-shirt. In their place she wore a figure-hugging black and pink cocktail dress that pushed her plump tits into deep cleavage and boasted her shapely legs as high as physically possible while still concealing her modesty.
Frozen in place with a mixture of fear and fascination, Sean could only watch as his former friend continued to caress her new body, her hands sweeping over her curves, squeezing her breasts, tangling in her hair…
The wig. Sean had been so focused on her physical transformation he hadn’t even noticed the long brown locks of the wig Emma had selected splayed over her shoulders. Now the realisation that the wig itself was the cause of her transformation skewered through Sean like a lightning bolt through a metal rod.
Then his own transformation hit and suddenly nothing else mattered anymore.
Stumbling backwards as his body was swamped with pleasure, Sean vaguely felt his legs connect with the edge of the bed, prompting him to collapse onto the duvet. But after that the orgasmia made it too difficult to focus on anything but moaning with shameless sluttiness.
From the very first groan that escaped his lips, Sean’s cries of ecstasy were distinctly feminine – and it didn’t take long for his body to catch up. Within seconds his chest had engorged into a pair of jiggling tits that stretched the material of his t-shirt taut, while further down his jogging bottoms were having similar trouble containing his rapidly swelling ass. Instinctively dropping his hands to his midriff as a flush of warmth bloomed across his stomach, he could feel the handful of fat there shifting away towards his inflating curves to leave his belly toned and soft. And all the while an incessant tingling prickled his skin from chest to shin. It took him several seconds to realise the sensation was what little body hair he had withering down to nothing.
With his body hair gone his flawless skin felt vastly more sensitive, a trait the wig seemed eager to exploit. Like Emma before him, Sean’s wandering hands simply wiped away his t-shirt and joggers, reworking the attire beneath into a much sultrier outfit. After only a few seconds he was clad in a purple satin dressing gown, wafer thin and cuffed with black lace, beneath which was only a simple bra and nothing more. Further down, Sean’s sensuous legs writhed across the bedsheets providing glimpses of his cock whenever the hem rode up, only for it to vanish a heartbeat later as a result of his continued thrashing. With each new sighting it was notably smaller, dwindling swiftly as his moans reached a crescendo until with a shriek that ricocheted off the walls his back arched so high that the gown slid down his stomach to reveal a flushed, twinkling pussy.
Only after several seconds in that climactic position did Sean collapse back onto the bed, the auburn locks of his wig falling across his face as he came down hard. No sooner had they done so than his exhausted breaths puffed them aside, but in that fraction of a second the wig had ceased to be a wig and Sean’s features had rearranged into the beautiful visage of a truly mesmerising woman, her pretty eyes and soft lips framed by hair as real as the lust swirling through her insides.
For a few moments Sabrina simply lay there, only half-aware that she had one hand slid between the folds of her gown playing with her slick sex. But that vacant pleasure was short-lived as a soft voice broke the silence.
‘Am I interrupting something?’
Stifling a yelp, Sabrina jerked her hand out of her grown and scrambled up to her knees, blushing furiously. Emily was leaning against the door of the walk-in wardrobe smiling impishly.
‘Oh god, I’m sorry, I didn’t realise… I thought you were by the pool… I’m sorry, I’ll get dressed…’ Sabrina hugged her gown tight around herself as she babbled on, her eyes fixed on the duvet. She was still apologising when she felt the bed shift beneath her, and the realisation that Emily was no longer by the door struck her only a heartbeat before that familiarly seductive voice was whispering in her ear.
‘Why would I want you to get dressed?’
Sabrina wasn’t quite sure whether it was the tickle of Emily’s breath or the raw, unsuppressed lust in her voice that sent a shiver down her spine. Either way, her mouth could only hinge open and closed uselessly as she tried to find the words to respond.
‘In fact, if you ask me, I think you’d look better wearing even less.’ Emily’s fingers played over the belt of Sabrina’s gown, causing the redhead’s breath to catch in her throat, though she didn’t untie the bow. Yet.
‘I… I’m not sure that’s such a good idea,’ Sabrina said. She didn’t dare raise her voice above a whisper for fear of it coming out as a groan.
The chuckle Emily gave then was far too pretty for somebody so shamelessly deviant. ‘All the more reason to do it. Besides,’ she added, shifting closer so that the curve of her tits pressed against Sabrina’s through the silk, ‘it’s why I invited you here in the first place.’
Sabrina couldn’t move. She wanted to; every fibre of her body wanted to turn and kiss and grope and worship the body of the woman nestled beside her. Yet it was for that exact reason that she couldn’t even lift a finger, because she knew that the slightest movement would shatter her resistance. And that could only end badly.
Nevertheless, it seemed Emily was more than willing to take that risk.
‘It’s just you and me, beautiful. Why shouldn’t we have some private fun? Unless you want to spend the rest of your life pretending you wouldn’t give anything to fuck me, of course.’
The trapped breath came out in a sharp gasp as Sabrina’s eyes bulged and her rosy cheeks paled considerably. ‘You know? Oh god, I’m sorry. When did you realise? You’re not mad, are you? I didn’t mean for this… it just sort of happened. Do you want a new PA? I’ll understand if you do. Why didn’t you say?’
Emily’s laughter silenced Sabrina’s babbling. ‘So many questions. You know, I think we could work out an arrangement that keeps us both satisfied. How about this: for every kiss you give me, I answer one of your questions. Sound fair?’
Sabrina felt like her brain had shorted out: although she tried to process Emily’s words they simply would not compute.
When she didn’t reply, Emily leaned in closer with a mischievous smile. ‘Here, let me show you how it works.’
And before Sabrina knew what was happening, Emily was kissing her.
With Emily’s soft lips against hers, Sabrina was trapped between the sensation of flying and falling. The shock of lust that rushed through her as she tasted Emily’s sweet strawberry-flavoured lip gloss made her heart soar, yet at the same time she felt as if she was teetering on the precipice of a towering cliff face, beneath which lay an abyss of desire from which she would never arise if she slipped and fell. Yet the only thing she had to steady herself was the woman who was pushing her closer to the edge.
Emily, of course, was happy to weaken the ground beneath Sabrina’s feet. As they continued to kiss she gently guided Sabrina’s hands to her body, resting one on her leg and the other on her hip. Moreover, without Sabrina even realising Emily eased her around so they were facing one another, and when they finally parted lips she remained so close that the tips of their noses feathered against one another as their chests heaved with arousal.
‘There, that wasn’t such a hardship, was it? Now for me to hold up my end: yes, I know. And since I’d say that’s pretty obvious at this point, you can have that one for free. As for your second question, I’d say I probably knew before you did. After all, in my line of work spotting when you’re being crushed on kind of becomes obvious.’
While Emily spoke Sabrina had kept her eyes closed, afraid that if she opened them she might discover herself alone in the room and that this was all just a lust-fuelled daydream. Now she forced herself to open them.
‘But how can you be okay with that? How are we supposed to stay professional now? What do we–’
‘Ah, ah, ah,’ Emily said, cutting her off again. ‘We have a deal, remember? If you want my answers, you’re going to have to pay up. Come on,’ she added, her voice low and sultry, ‘kiss me like you mean it this time.’
As desire welled up inside her, Sabrina felt the cliff edge crumbling beneath her feet; all she could do was pitch forward and cling to Emily as it tumbled away, leaving her feet dangling over the void.
There was no hesitancy to Sabrina’s passion this time. She kissed Emily urgently, hungrily, months of imprisoned lust rushing out of her in a torrent of erotic relief. Her hands snaked up to wrap around Emily’s back and upon pulling her closer a hot flush of arousal bloomed across her bosom as their tits crushed together. The wet sounds of their debauchery filled her ears as the taste of Emily’s lips danced on her tongue.
She wasn’t quite sure when it happened, but sometime during their kiss they pivoted around, reversing positions on the bed and tangling their legs in the process so that when she pulled away Sabrina found Emily’s knees hooked over her thighs, their crotches barely a few inches apart. Every inch of her throbbed with the urge to keep making out, but at the same time her questions gnawed on her mind and they needed answers.
Sabrina tamped her lips together, partly out of nerves, partly to savour Emily’s lingering taste. ‘So… you’re okay with this? With me feeling this way, I mean.’
Emily’s eyes glittered. ‘Honestly, I think it’s hot as fuck. And I couldn’t care less about professionalism – right now all I care about is indulging every fantasy you’ve kept from me. Do you have any requests?’
‘Well… I…’ Sabrina flushed suddenly, struck by an impulsive thought. It felt strange to actually voice it, but Emily had asked. ‘Do you remember that lesbian scene you did a few months back? The one in the gym? The way you teased her tits?’
Emily’s grin was a thing of equal parts wickedness and desire. ‘Of course. It was one of my favourite scenes for a long time.’ Shifting closer, she met Sabrina’s eyes. ‘Just try to relax,’ she purred softly. ‘Let yourself enjoy this.’
As Emily’s hands sank to the belt of Sabrina’s robe the redhead could feel the void beneath her dangling feet as if it had a will of its own. Desire seemed to be reaching up for her, desperate to drag her down. And as Emily slowly stripped them both, all she could was hang over the expanse, her mind drifting on winds of arousal.
Sabrina had been Emily’s personal assistant for over a year now. In truth, it wasn’t all that dissimilar to any other PA job she had worked in, only that instead of assisting a corporate boss she was now organising the diary of a world-famous pornstar. Where she had once scheduled business meetings and helped arrange corporate events, now her days were spent hiring filming locations, communicating with other adult models, and organising Emily’s travel arrangements. Admittedly, spending so much time on-set watching her boss fucking wildly for the camera had taken some getting used to, but ultimately Sabrina enjoyed her job and after a few months she had grown accustomed enough to her new responsibilities that watching Emily shoot a scene became just another day at the office.
Yet that complacency had all come crashing down when they met at Emily’s house one morning to discuss an upcoming scene.
Before Sabrina could knock on the door it had opened, revealing a beautiful woman wrapped up in Emily’s arms. Planting an affectionate kiss on Emily’s cheek, she had smiled warmly at Sabrina before hurrying to jump in a waiting taxi, Emily waving her off as it departed.
‘Good one-night stand, was it?’ Sabrina asked with a knowing smirk, aware that Emily had a habit of picking up hot hookups for no-strings-attached fun.
‘Who, Melody? Oh no, we’ve been together for years. Nothing serious – she’s not the relationship type. But nobody knows me better than her, and given I spend my life fucking, sometimes I need somebody who I can make love with, you know?’
‘I saw the way you looked at me that day.’ Emily’s words were soft, tender, and it took Sabrina several seconds to realise they weren’t in her head. Slowly, she was drawn back to her body – a body now swirling with lust.
At some point Emily had peeled off her dress so that now she sat before Sabrina in only her black lace lingerie. Her cleavage was hypnotically deep, the curve of her supple breasts beckoning Sabrina in. But Emily had already beaten her to the prize; one of the cups of Sabrina’s bra was folded down and Emily had her soft tit cupped in her hand, squeezing it gently. The thrill of Emily’s fingers on her breast was a fantasy made real.
‘You always thought my job gave me all the sex I could ever want,’ Emily went on, ‘all the physical connection to satisfy my needs. You never imagined I might want something more intimate. Something more real. But then you met Melody and all those assumptions unravelled, didn’t they? And since then you haven’t been able to look at me in the same way. Instead you’ve always been imagining me doing this.’
With that Emily bowed her head to take Sabrina’s nipple in her lips.
With practiced ease, Emily immediately fell into a sensual rhythm. Alternating between kissing, suckling, and tongue-tip teasing, she looped her free hand around the small of Sabrina’s back to hold her close.
Allowing her head to ease back, Sabrina sighed with release. Emily was right: Sabrina had misjudged her. In part, she suspected that was one of the reasons she had kept her feelings for Emily secret – how was she supposed to explain the truth without also admitting that she had spent months buying into the same stereotypes much of society placed upon her?
Yet ever since that chance encounter, Sabrina had grown more and more distracted. Intrusive desires crept in when she least expected them; visions of sapphic passion filled her dreams; and as for her work life, she had quickly realised that she could no longer watch Emily shooting scenes without winding up dripping wet by the time the cameras cut.
Then again, the aftermath of Emily’s shoots were somehow worse. While watching her at work was undoubtedly hot, the presence of cameramen and filming equipment went some way to reminding Sabrina that it was still scripted lust, at least in part. But being alone with Emily in the car knowing they could pull off somewhere secluded and fuck on the back seat? Saying goodbye at Emily’s door while imagining the two of them stumbling up to the bedroom and plunging beneath the bedsheets? They were different matters entirely, and before long the thought of sharing the kind of intimacy even Emily’s co-stars were not privy to was a source of constant arousal.
‘I’m sorry.’ It was all Sabrina could think to say.
Pulling back from her breast, Emily smiled up at her. ‘Don’t be. It’s not like you had any reason to think otherwise. I know plenty of models who are in the industry purely because they love to fuck while having zero interest in romantic relationships. I’m just not one of them. Besides, I keep my private life separate – I find things just work better that way.’
‘So, why do… this?’ Sabrina asked, flushing again. ‘Why now? Why here?’
Shifting closer, Emily simultaneously removed Sabrina’s bra and her own, her experienced fingers making quick work of the clasps. Tossing them aside, she wrapped her arms around Sabrina and both women let out a soft groan as their naked tits pressed together in a flare of erotic heat.
‘I could tell you were nervous. I could also tell you didn’t know I was on to you, so I knew I had to be careful how I handled things. I figured if I mentioned anything back home you might get spooked, which was the last thing I wanted. So I thought if we came somewhere more relaxed – somewhere where we could be alone together, no stress or work, just us – then that might help. Better yet, it would allow me to show you that you’re not the only one who’s been hiding her crush.’ Emily smiled at Sabrina’s surprised expression. ‘That’s right, I’ve been wanting this too.’
Sabrina couldn’t believe the words she said next. ‘What… what have you been wanting?
The busty brunette’s smile spread into a grin. As she spoke she released her hold on Sabrina and reclined amongst the cushions, supporting herself on her elbows while peering up at her naked PA. ‘I was hoping you might ask that. That gym scene you mentioned, do you remember how I was rewarded for being suck a good tit-sucker?’
A deviant edge entering her expression, Emily spread her legs as if to jog Sabrina’s memory, though they both knew the redhead could remember every second of the scene in vivid detail. Her heart thumping a tattoo against her ribs, Sabrina slowly eased down onto her front until her face was a breath away from Emily’s crotch.
Before she could get any closer Emily rested a pausing hand on her shoulder. ‘Only do this if you’re sure.’
For what felt like an eternity, Sabrina held Emily’s gaze. Once again she was hanging above the abyss, her grasp on Emily the only thing keeping her from falling. She knew what would happen if they went further down this path; this was the point of no return and if she crossed it there was no telling where she would end up.
Luckily, she wouldn’t be crossing it alone.
‘I’m sure,’ she said. Then, sliding Emily’s underwear aside, she ran her tongue between the twinkling folds of Emily’s wet pussy, and together they dived off the cliff edge into the erotic embrace of the void.
Leaning back, Emily closed her eyes and let out a sultry groan. Her hands rose to massage her hefty tits as pleasure swirled through her insides, and she spread her legs wider still to allow her new lover better access.
‘That’s it, beautiful. I know you’ve been craving this just as much as me. Mmmh, yes, let all that desire out on my sweet cunt.’
A naughty chuckle bubbled in Emily’s throat as Sabrina responded by burying her tongue even deeper. Easing down onto her front, the raunchy redhead visibly relaxed, the tension in her shoulders, arms and back gradually melting away as she lived out the fantasy she had kept hidden for so long. Already her nerves were fading, for it was only a matter of seconds before Sabrina was urgently pulling off Emily’s underwear to leave her fully naked.
‘Oh fuck,’ Emily groaned as Sabrina eagerly returned to her task. Her tongue moved in an erotic dance: pirouettes around Emily’s clit were followed by teasing swirls down the fringes of her pussy that drew out low moans, only for those to lodge in her airways as Sabrina transitioned into long, deep, gliding motions between her flushed folds. Glancing down through fluttering lashes, Emily expected to see Sabrina’s face smeared in pussy nectar; instead she looked just as flawless as ever, having not wasted a single drop.
Without warning, Sabrina sealed her lips tight around the nub of Emily’s clit while simultaneously sliding a finger into her pussy. Suckling hungrily, she eased her arm back and forth almost impossibly slowly, the motion of her finger unfurling feathers of pleasure through Emily’s groin.
Unable to hold back a shrill cry, it took Emily several moments to regain her composure. In that time it struck her that she had described the exact same act to a co-star who had asked what turned Emily on the most during pre-negotiations – a discussion Sabrina had been present for.
‘You’ve been paying attention,’ she breathed, before her face twisted with fresh ecstasy as Sabrina continued her sordid worship. ‘Fuck yes, don’t stop. Shit, I should have listened to Melody. She’s been telling me for months to invite you back to my place after a shoot. If I’d known you were such an eager little pussy-licker I would never have waited this long.’
Pulling back, Sabrina peered up at her with eyes much too innocent for a woman with such a wicked tongue. ‘You’ve talked to Melody about me? She knows why you wanted us to come away together?’
‘Yes and yes. I don’t think we’ve talked about much else for the past few months.’
‘And… she’s okay with this?’
The slight flush that reddened Sabrina’s cheeks made Emily’s heart melt. ‘Oh, you’re so cute. I promise, Melody is absolutely okay with this. Like I said before, we’ve never been serious – more like friends with benefits, I guess. But we enjoy being friends as much as the benefits, so anytime one of us is crushing on somebody we’re happy to share that with each other. And if those crushes develop into something more, we’re both okay with that too.’
‘Is that what you want me to be? A friend with benefits?’
‘That’s up to you,’ Emily smiled. ‘Whatever you’re comfortable with, I’m open to that. And so is Melody. If anything happened between me and you, we’d understand if you’d rather me and her not hook up.’
Sabrina was still on her front, her face resting on Emily’s thigh. Her eyes were distant and Emily could almost see her thoughts whirring. When she replied, her voice was barely above a whisper.
‘So, does that mean that she wouldn’t want to… well… join in?’
For the first few seconds Emily found herself struggling to compute Sabrina’s words and could only stare blankly at her blushing lover. Then she was overwhelmed with a sudden and voracious arousal that burned through her insides, fierce as a wildfire and twice as hot. It was the kind of raw, soulful lust few people were capable of stirring in her.
Riding the surge, her inner animal came roaring to the surface.
Without even realising what she was doing, she seized Sabrina’s shoulders and drove her onto her back. In the next heartbeat Emily was looming above her: hands pinning her upper arms to the bed, knees clamped around her hips, fat tits swinging in the aftermath of her sudden show of speed.
‘Has anybody ever told you that you’re the hottest PA on the fucking planet?’ Emily grinned as Sabrina shook her head. ‘Well that’s their loss. And have I ever told you that the hornier someone makes me, the more I want to ride their face until I can’t think straight?’ Another shake of the head; an even wider grin, bordering on mania. ‘I hope you like the taste of my cunt, gorgeous, because you just dialled my horniness up to eleven. Take a deep breath, baby – you’re going to need it.’
With that Emily went from hanging over Sabrina to straddling her face and writhing with ecstasy. Once again she instantly began groping her bouncing rack while grinding her sex against her lover’s lips with shameless abandon.
Beneath her, Sabrina fell into her own rhythm just as quickly. While her hands snaked up to grasp Emily’s hips and pull her in harder, her tongue moved even more frantically than before, lavishing Emily’s sex with erotic attention fuelled by months of restrained desire. After a minute or so her muffled moans were as deep inside Emily as her tongue. After another her eyes had rolled up into her skull as lust permeated every fibre of her being. And beyond that, rational thought simply abandoned her.
Together they were locked in an orgasmic cycle. Flooded by more desire than she could process, Sabrina squirmed frantically, kicking against the cushions and convulsing as if she was drowning. With Emily’s pussy as the only outlet for all that erotic energy, she channelled everything into the task of eating out her crush – which, of course only turned Emily on all the more. Yet the deviant brunette was similarly limited in how to release her arousal, prompting her to rock her hips with increasing urgency, to grope herself more and more naughtily, and to moan at ever louder volumes until she was howling so loud the light fittings shuddered.
In truth, Emily wasn’t sure how long she spent sitting on Sabrina’s face. What she did know is that by the time she finally allowed her lover some respite, Sabrina was utterly delirious. Even after Emily pulled away, Sabrina simply lay there giggling – hair askew, brow gleaming with perspiration, and lower face coated in an equally shiny layer of pussy nectar.
The sight drew a wicked smile over Emily’s lips: sure, the innocent girl-next-door look suited Sabrina well enough, but Emily preferred the giddy lesbian nympho look much better.
Though everything in her wanted to indulge in some other act of sapphic sluttiness, Emily forced herself to hold back. After all, she had spent her career building up her stamina enough to fuck for hours on end, but that wasn’t something Sabrina was capable of… yet.
Because even as her lover slowly regained her senses, Emily’s mind was alive with ideas of all the deviant things they could now do together. There were the obvious fantasies of making love in the comfort of Emily’s bed back home, or on the sofa of Sabrina’s studio. But those thoughts were vastly outnumbered by a host of far more fiendish imaginings: Sabrina riding Emily’s strap-on until she was a babbling mess; sharing a limousine to a porn awards ceremony with Sabrina’s head between Emily’s legs for the entire journey; attending erotic shows together before slipping away to a private room until the early hours. And they weren’t even considering all the depraved things that might transpire whenever Melody was invited to join.
Still, even in her state of animal hunger, Emily knew none of that mattered yet. No, what truly mattered was this, here, right now. Their week together at Fantasy Manor. No work, no expectations, no distractions. Just them. The manor felt almost like its own world – a bubble sealed off from the rest of reality in which pleasure alone reigned supreme.
Which made it the perfect place for Emily and Sabrina to consummate their sensual bond.
By the time Sabrina finally came to her senses there was an impish gleam in her eyes that Emily had never seen before. Clearly, their passion had unlocked Sabrina’s inner deviant too.
‘What are you thinking right now, gorgeous?’ Emily asked.
The corners of Sabrina’s lips twitched into an equally impish smirk. ‘A few months ago you shot a lesbian homewrecker scene. At the end the husband came home to find you in bed with his wife. Remember what you were doing together when he walked in? That’s what I’m thinking about right now.’
Another erotic rush flipped Emily’s stomach, and she was struck with the realisation that, deep down, Sabrina was just as much of a nympho as Emily herself.
Before she could reply Sabrina was sliding into position, one leg looping around Emily’s waist while the other stretched out over her thigh. Soon their hips were so close that the pussy lips kissed with every breath.
Holding themselves there, a hair’s breadth from euphoria, their eyes met. And for the first time that she could remember, Emily realised she could not think of anything to say.
In the next moment, all thought of words was lost as Sabrina closed the gap and a united orgasmia bloomed through them both, after which all either woman could do was groan and grind and lose themselves to slutty sapphic bliss…
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I’m well aware that at this point that when I talk about wanting to respect the models whose work I use I sound like a broken record. However, in this case I think it is especially warranted because not only are the models in this piece pornstars, but in Emily Addison’s case so is the character she is portraying.
I think everybody who reads my work would probably agree that people who make their career in the porn industry are often not seen in the best light. As such, I really hope I was able to give a positive representation of pornstars in this piece. My intention here was really to show that behind the cameras pornstars are still real people with their own wants and needs. The opportunity to discuss such things as pre-negotiations and the divide between working and personal relationships was extremely appealing to me once this idea popped into my head, and though I have never been a part of the industry and therefore I’m not talking from experience, hopefully this conveys pornstars in a better light than they are typically portrayed.
The story of this one alone makes it one of my favourites of the series, so when you throw in the smoking hot gallery supporting it there’s no surprise why I love it so much. At one point I was going to use the matching necklaces as a trigger for the transformation, but at the same time I knew I wanted one story to involve wigs as the transformative item as a nod to Mischief Manor and this felt like the perfect fit so I went for those instead.
Also, a quick reminder that next week will have a new chapter coming out every day Monday through Friday, followed by the epilogue on Saturday. So make sure you come back then for a full week of content!
Image galleries: https://www.pornpics.com/galleries/busty-emily-addison-redhead-sabrina-maree-lick-each-others-clits-and-tits-76841904/
