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Violet and Jennifer had been friends for a long time now. They were, however, very different people. Violet was a small woman, petite and sexy in a kind of librarian-type way; she knew it but didn’t particularly play on it. Her friend Jennifer was a confident, plus-size woman, she was a walking pin-up, a sexual whirlwind; she got what she wanted and usually, what she wanted was men with money.

Tonight, tonight was going to be a big night, one way or another. Jennifer’s reasons for thinking this were very different from that of her friends though. Violet had imagined a big evening of drinking, dancing and probably falling over. That was something, that, within minutes of seeing her friend, had been made almost impossible.

What Jennifer had to say to Violet would change everything.

What Jennifer said to Violet had taken her totally by surprise; it didn’t seem real. Violet was totally shocked and stunned. She just sat on her friend’s bed and looked at Jennifer, wondering just what she expected her to say. Best friends for the best part of fifteen years, and she had chosen today, her thirtieth birthday, to share this information? Violet really didn’t want to hurt her friend, not on her birthday, but what could she do?

Her best friend had boldly declared that she was in love with Violet and wanted to have sex with her. Not only that, but she had confessed that she had been feeling that way for some time now. Jennifer’s descriptions of what she wanted to do, of what she thought about doing, had been extremely vivid.

She described details of a BDSM lifestyle that she had apparently been living for years. Violet could barely get her head around the idea that her best friend was living a secret life as a dominatrix. Yet to look at her, was to know it was the truth. She had been dominating both men and women for years now and hadn’t been gentle about it.

It was difficult not to be aroused when someone described to you, in great detail, how they wanted to gag you and eat your pussy until you passed out. It was difficult not to be turned on when they talked about spanking you and then fucking you with a strap-on. It was difficult not to get turned on when they removed their clothes and began to stroke their sexy curves, pinch their big nipples and rub their engorged clit.

Violet just sat there listening to every word, watching every action; she was simply stunned by it all. The only reason that she hadn’t already left was that she was too shocked to do much of anything. It was a lot to process, a whole lot to process, but it wasn’t just that. Jennifer was a big sexy woman and an intimidating one at that, it wasn’t that Violet feared the much bigger woman; it was just that…

What was she doing? Violet asked herself the question but had no answer other than to admit that, against all odds, she was turned on. Violet stayed because the situation turned her on. She sat there on her best friend’s bed, and whilst her best friend masturbated, Violet watched. There was just something about that sexual aggression that made it very hard to look away, to act in a way that Jennifer didn’t want.

She felt like a deer trapped in the oncoming headlights of a truck. She was fully clothed, and her friend was completely naked. Her friend had just told her that she was in love with her. Her friend had just told her that she wanted to have sex with her. Her friend was naked, and her friend was masturbating. Whatever way Violet looked at it, she should have felt that she had the power in this situation. Yet she felt totally powerless…

“Jennifer, I…”

Violet’s half-hearted, almost pathetic attempts to try and deal with the situation had, so far, failed. As she tried to speak, to say something, anything, she found Jennifer once again cutting her off. This wasn’t the Jennifer she knew; this was a Jennifer that was more confident, and more intense than she had ever met. It was arousing Violet, and she was both embarrassed and surprised by that.

“Hush,”

Jennifer reached out and took Violet’s hand, holding it whilst she sensually stroked her own large, red clitoris. Try as she might, Violet couldn’t look away. Every time Jennifer slid a finger into her pussy to add a little moisture to the mix, Violet would swallow hard. She looked back up from Jennifer’s sex and met her friend’s deep brown eyes, she felt submissive and ashamed.

“It’s okay, darling; it’s natural.”

How could Jennifer be so confident about everything she was saying and doing? Was it natural to be sitting there as a straight woman watching your best friend masturbate? They had gone from zero to a hundred miles an hour in the blink of an eye, and her reaction had been totally unpredictable. Unpredictable to her anyway, it seemed to Violet that everything that had happened so far had been as if Jennifer had scripted it.

Violet could understand why she was turned on, it was a sexually charged situation. the tension was incredible; Jennifer’s raw sexuality was so new to her and Kızılay travesti eventually, that sort of stuff got to you. From the very moment that Jennifer had mentioned the word sex, something inside Violet had changed.

She really didn’t understand her brain’s complete inability to deal with the situation, though; it was like she was just stuck on amber and didn’t know if she wanted to go either red or green. The one thing that she did know, though, was that if she didn’t decide soon, Jennifer would make one for her.

With one hand, Jennifer masturbated. With the other, she reached out to touch her friend’s soft palm. She Took Violet’s hand and held it in her own. Something about Jennifer’s touch was comforting to Violet, reassuring and made it feel as if everything that was happening was meant to be.

Now her willing, but hesitant hand was on Jennifer’s soft, fleshy thigh; it felt like a huge leap forward. Violet was sitting there watching Jennifer play with herself, watching her stroke her most intimate of body parts, but touching her made it feel real. It felt like she was getting sucked into whatever this was.

To begin with, Jennifer just held Violet’s trembling hand against her skin, letting her get used to the idea, but soon she was stroking her leg. Kneeling on the bed, knees almost touching, Violet found her hands shaking and sweating as they nervously explored her friend’s powerful thighs.

When Jennifer placed the hand that she had been using to pleasure herself delicately upon Violet’s innocent-looking face, Violet thought that her heart might explode. She knew what that wet sensation was, she knew what the smell was, and she knew that things were moving rather quickly now.

She was being skilfully seduced by a much more experienced woman and falling for Jennifer in the process. She knew it and, at that moment, decided that despite the shame she felt for wanting to let Jennifer dominate her, she would let it happen. How far she was going to let things go exactly was not something she could answer.

The hand on her cheek slipped behind her head, Violet felt Jennifer take a fist full of her hair, and she wasn’t gentle about it. The fear and arousal in Violet’s eyes were just too much for Jennifer as she pulled her friend in for a kiss that she had waited an eternity for. At every step of the way, Violet asked herself if this was what she wanted and the answer to the question was always the same. Yes, yes, yes.

If Violet had been expecting Jennifer to be soft and gentle in her kiss, she had been hugely mistaken. They may have been close friends, but Violet was quickly discovering this was who her friend really was. Violet wouldn’t have wanted it to be any other way.

Jennifer placed her big, full red lips upon Violet’s and kissed her hard, passionately and confidently. The power of the kiss was telling Violet that this was real and that this was as it should be. Through the contact of flesh, Violet suddenly got to feel a fraction of the raw lust and arousal that was flowing through the beautiful woman’s body.

Soon Jennifer’s tongue invaded Violet’s mouth, and Jennifer’s whole body pushed against her. It wasn’t that Violet was a huge fan of kissing like this that made her body shake; it was Jennifer’s pure hunger that excited her. There was little she found more arousing than being wanted. That pure animalistic lust almost scared her, in the best of ways.

It was only a matter of time until Jennifer wanted to start to remove Violet’s clothes. Violet could see the joy with which Jennifer began to unbutton her blouse, which made it easy to let it happen. The slim, petite woman offered no objection to being undressed, but she was, however, much too anxious to help. Violet was sure this was how Jennifer wanted it to be.

Button after button fell to Jennifer’s demanding hands, and soon the white blouse fluttered open. Once Violet’s blouse was finally peeled slowly off her shoulders, Jennifer wasted no time in making sure Violet’s white bra followed. Compared to Jennifer, Violet felt that her breasts were tiny; they suddenly felt very insignificant. Jennifer seemed to sense Violet’s anxiety about her appearance.

“Such a beautiful little slut,”

Being called a slut took Violet by surprise. It wasn’t that a little dirty talk was new to her, but she really hadn’t expected it from her best friend. Yet it had been a day for being surprised. That surprise was a short-lived thing; when Jennifer reached out and pinched Violet’s nipples between her forefinger and thumb, it was quickly forgotten. It was replaced by incredible, acute pain. Violet gasped in a whole new wave of surprise and involuntarily clenched her eyes shut.

“Such a sweet little slut.”

Why she was still surprised at her friend’s aggressive sexual touch and coarse language, she really didn’t know. Violet found that she was getting pulled into this idea of Jennifer being soft and sensual with her, and every time she dropped her Kızılay travestileri guard, Jennifer did something to shock her. She had to get past this illusion of the person she thought she knew.

“Have you ever imagined what it might be like to eat pussy?”

She had; it was human nature to think about things like that. That didn’t mean that she sat at home fantasising about it. She didn’t lay in bed at night imagining what it might be like to stick her tongue between her friend’s sweet-tasting labia, it just meant that, at some point, she had visualised herself in that position. In response to the question, she just nodded.

Jennifer seemed to take that nod not as a yes, I’ve imagined it, and more of a yes, I know what’s coming next, and I’m okay with it. Violet did know what was coming, next, and she was okay with it. Watching Jennifer lay on her back, close her eyes and open her legs was something Violet was ready for, to serve.

No longer was Violet being led to do something. Jennifer was lying there, expecting Violet to do the right thing. She looked at the wetness clinging to her friend’s exposed vulva, she looked at the redness of her swollen clit and then asked herself if she could see a reason why she shouldn’t just bury her face between her friend’s legs.

Bury was not a word that could be used to describe the hesitancy and nervousness of the way Violet moved towards Jennifer’s expectant sex. She may have sounded convincing in her head when she had told herself that this was happening, but that wasn’t reflected in her slow, tentative movements.

It was with curiosity that her mouth fell upon her friend’s wet pussy. She may well have been a cunnilingus virgin, but she figured she knew what a woman wanted well enough. Nervously she tasted her friend’s expectant cunt, and it was exhilarating.

She flicked her tongue across Jennifer’s sensitive clit, and Jennifer groaned in delight. It sounded as if years of frustration escaped from Jennifer’s lips and one sweet kiss upon her clit was all it had taken. Violet enjoyed her friend’s soft moaning, she soon found that she could negotiate her way around her friend’s pussy by sound alone.

If Jennifer groaned, then Violet stayed where she was, applying her mouth and tongue and whatever else she had at her disposal. When the groaning stopped, she would start to explore Jennifer’s exotic-tasting sex until the groaning started again. Varying degrees of pressure brought varying degrees of response as the two women, working as a team, proceeded.

Before long, Violet had moved from her soft, gentle exploration to having her mouth locked on Jennifer’s sex. Jennifer groaned in delight, and Violet was spurred on to be as aggressive as she could. Soon enough, Violet was no longer performing oral sex on her friend so much as her friend was holding the back of her head and fucking her face. The sensation of having her face and neck covered in her friend’s free flowing wetness was quite remarkable.

As powerful and dominating as Jennifer was, Violet felt naturally inclined to follow her directions, be they spoken or otherwise. She was surprised that she was enjoying being treated this way. The men she dated were all very much the Beta male type, soft, gentle, and not like this at all. That had always been, by design, a deliberate choice, she had never even particularly entertained the idea that she might find being submissive to be so arousing.

If Violet somehow thought that bringing her friend to orgasm with her mouth would end their encounter, then she was very much mistaken. Watching the muscles in Jennifer’s legs pulse and contract as she came was incredible to watch, but as Jennifer reached out, took hold of Violet’s hair and pulled her head back, she knew it was only just the start.

“Take your clothes off.”

Jennifer instructed, clear and direct; she expected total obedience, this was her way. Violet began to remove her clothes; all pretence of trying to resist had now gone. Like an obedient slut she undid the buttons on her tight blue jeans and slid them down her smoothly-shaven legs. Jennifer watched and smiled; the wet patch on her friend’s white panties was a sight to see.

The white panties followed to reveal her smooth, closed sex, and she froze. She let Jennifer inspect her like a farmer inspecting a cow for auction. Jennifer reached forward, placed her hand on Violet’s sex and smiled.

“You have a beautiful cunt.”

It was hard to hear her friend call it her cunt, but it felt right. Violet just stood there watching her friend prepare whatever was coming next. She was attaching restraints to the four corners of the bed, and all Violet could do was stand there, look on and be filled with excitement as to what was coming next.

Her own uncertainty at what was happening was eased by Jennifer’s clear direction. The two women seemed to be like two parts of a puzzle that fit together perfectly. No longer afraid and no longer embarrassed, Violet Travesti kızılay stood in front of her friend naked and ready for whatever it was that Jennifer was going to do.

That involved Violet lying on her back on Jennifer’s bed and having her arms and legs tied to the corners. It left her with her legs spread well apart and felling totally exposed, vulnerable and as horny as hell. Her erect nipples, her flushed red skin, her well-lubricated sex, her body was making a silent plea to be satisfied.

At this point, Jennifer could have brought an entire rugby team into the bedroom and Violet would have felt happy with it. Her friend just made her feel safe and comfortable to explore whatever it was that was happening. What she wanted, what she needed and what she was getting all seemed to be coming together perfectly.

It wasn’t a rugby team that Jennifer produced, but a blindfold and a huge vibrating wand that was more than just a little intimidating. Jennifer had spoken of the wand before and described to Violet the ‘damage’ it could do, Jennifer was, after all, proud of her toy collection. But Violet had certainly never imagined a point where she would end up using it. No, she wasn’t about to end up using it, that wasn’t quite right, she was about to have it used upon her.

Violet accepted the blindfold without comment and waited. Jennifer was teasing her now, turning the vibrator on and off, moving it closer and then moving it away. Whenever she thought it was about to brush her skin, Jennifer took it away. It was frustrating for Violet to be teased, but her complaints were met with the threat of a ball gag if she didn’t remain quiet.

The first touch of the vibrator upon her skin was not upon her clitoris, but upon her nipples; it was fleeting and took Violet by surprise. The wand took a moment to explore her body but was all the time moving downwards towards the place it should be. Once it finally reached her clitoris, Violet was instantly shocked by the sensation.

When Jennifer had told Violet that the wand was a damn sight more powerful than your average vibrator, she had been sceptical. Jennifer was a woman well known for her ability to exaggerate, and naturally, Violet had assumed that this was one of those times. She had been wrong, very wrong.

She found herself gasping for air as the machine’s buzzing head was pushed against her throbbing nub. Changing speeds and frequency of pulses left her unable to grow used to, or predict what was coming next. Violet felt as if she could almost hear the arousal just pouring off her friend, who now had total control.

The vibrator teased and pleased Violet for a period of time that she had lost track of. It was as if Jennifer had found a way to combine both heaven and hell at the same time and apply it directly to her clit. Being teased like this was agony, but the orgasm that literally sent her whole body into a spasm was unlike any other.

Violet wasn’t surprised it was unlike any other she had experienced. Jennifer may not have been a soft or delicate lover, but she couldn’t remember anyone ever taking this sort of time and care to pleasure her before. One orgasm followed another, and Violet wondered how long Jessica could keep her in this state.

“Be grateful I let you cum at all,”

Jennifer announced, seemingly reading her friend’s mind.

“The last time I did this, I had a redhead in your place, and I kept her on edge for well over an hour. An hour, by the time we were finished, she was begging me to let her cum. I did, of course,”

She paused.

“Eventually.”

What exactly was Violet supposed to say to that? It was turning out that there really was a great deal about Jessica that she didn’t know. It felt bad that there was this whole part of her friend that she knew nothing about. However, Violet felt she was paying for that now, and it felt fantastic.

“Fuck.”

Was all Violet could say as another orgasm gripped her body, and all her muscles tensed at once. That was three now, and she really wasn’t sure that she could take much more. She was so dazzled by the whole situation that she didn’t even notice at what point her friend had managed to put on a strap-on.

The first she knew of it was when Jennifer climbed on top of her, placed her mouth on Violet’s, kissed her, and then plunged her cock deep inside of Violet’s sensitive sex. Both women groaned, and Violet laid there helplessly as her friend took her and, with it, became her master. Violet may not have understood the significance of that moment to the same degree that Jennifer did, Jennifer knew well that Violet’s life wouldn’t be the same again.

In the space of just over an hour, Violet had gone from nervously listening to her friend reveal a secret about herself to letting her friend fuck her. Jennifer had fucked her mindless, and Violet was grateful for it. She had done more than just let Jennifer do this, she had been a fully willing participant in it, which still surprised her.

Although Jennifer had spent much time pleasuring Violet over the last hour or so, this was entirely about Jessica’s physical and mental stimulation. The sexy, bigger woman had her way with Violet, she was making it quite clear to Violet that she was totally in charge and Violet was hers.

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