The sun’s rays did not burn Camilla’s skin as she lay on the blanket in the garden. The high hedge around the plot created a private world, separated from neighbors and traffic. She wore only a light top and short shorts, clothes that were made to maximize the sun’s love. It was a quiet afternoon, the breeze moved gently through the foliage and the birds sang their unbroken melodies. Above all, she was alone, or so she thought.
The sound of footsteps on the gravel path made her turn her head. Claudia stood there, a stark contrast to the relaxed garden setting. She was wearing her dark blazer, the one she always wore to work, and looked as if she had come straight from a meeting. Her presence was immediately palpable, an authority that filled the space between them.
“What are you doing here?” Camilla asked, sitting up, her hands resting in her lap. There was no accusation in her voice, only surprise.
Claudia didn’t answer with words. She took the last steps to the blanket, sank down on her knees next to Camilla and grabbed her neck with a determination that allowed no resistance. The kiss was deep, demanding and immediately conquering. Camilla felt the air leave her lungs, how her will to answer the question disappeared as Claudia’s tongue penetrated her mouth. Claudia took command, she was the man in this equation, and Camilla gave way. She let her own tongue meet Claudia’s, dancing with it in a wave of submission.
Claudia’s hands were not slow. They crept under Camilla’s top, skin against skin a shock of heat, and with a firm tug she pulled the fabric down. Camilla’s breasts were exposed to the open air, her nipples stiffening in the breeze.
”Shall we fuck outside?” Claudia whispered against her lips, an order phrased as a question.
Camilla could do nothing but nod, her heart pounding hard against her ribs. The blanket beneath them felt like the only safe place in the world right now. Claudia maneuvered her lightly, letting her lie on her back while she positioned herself behind Camilla, sitting on her heels with her legs on either side of Camilla’s hips.
Camilla leaned back, turning her head to reach Claudia’s mouth again. She held Claudia’s neck, pulling her down, while Claudia’s hands began to explore her breasts. The fingers were warm, skillful, and they gently nibbled at her nipples that were hard and stretched for touch.
”I want to see you caress yourself, Camilla,” the command was low, but it sounded like a roar in Camilla’s ears.
Camilla let go of Claudia’s neck and let her hand slide down her own stomach. She went past the hem of her shorts, under the thin fabric, until she found her moist clitoris. She began to caress herself, circling her fingers in time with Claudia’s tongue dancing in her mouth. It was an overwhelming feeling of being seen, of being used, of giving Claudia exactly what she wanted.
Claudia wasn’t satisfied with just that. While Camilla worked with her own hand, she felt Claudia undo her shorts. The buttons came up, and Claudia pulled down both the shorts and the small thong in one motion. The cold against her bare ass made Camilla yawn, but Claudia’s hands were soon there again, and the warmth returned. Claudia grabbed Camilla’s hips and pulled her ass hard against her crotch.
Then Camilla felt it. A hard pressure against her backside, something that wasn’t soft and fleshy like a body should be. She understood immediately. Claudia was wearing a harness. It was stiff, demanding, and pressed against her anal opening with a weight that made her stomach twist with desire.
Claudia unbuttoned her own pants, and the black plastic device emerged into the daylight. It was an absurd, incredibly sexy sight in the middle of the lawn. Neither of them said anything. Words were unnecessary. They just kissed harder, more desperately, while Claudia adjusted her position.
Camilla continued to caress her clitoris, but now she added two fingers that penetrated her pussy. She was so wet that the fingers slid in without resistance, filling her inside while she felt the hard pressure against her ass. It was a double stimulation that made her breathing stagnate.
“Lie on your stomach,” Claudia ordered, breaking the kiss.
Camilla rolled over, pressed her face against the blanket and raised her ass in the air. She felt vulnerable, exposed, but also more alive than ever. Claudia stroked her back, down her ass, before kneeling between Camilla’s legs.
The doll was pressed against her anal opening, cold and slippery from some lubricant Claudia must have applied. Camilla tensed at first, but forced herself to relax, to open up. The pressure increased, the plastic forced its way through the tight ring. It stung, it stretched, but it was a wonderful pain, a feeling of being filled completely in a way she didn’t know she needed. Claudia thrust slowly but firmly inward, until she was completely inside Camilla, and both women stiffened in that moment of complete penetration.
The initial thrust that had split her in half began to soften, as if her body suddenly understood the language Claudia was speaking. The sharp, burning pain in her rectum faded and was replaced by a deep, dark pulse that vibrated all the way up her ribs. Camilla exhaled against the blanket, felt the fabric cool her hot cheek, and realized she was no longer passive. She moved. A small movement at first, a careful backslide against the stiff plastic that filled her. When she felt Claudia’s hands on her hips, guiding but not forcing, she dared to take a deep grip on the grass with her fingers and push herself back again.
Claudia didn’t answer with words, but with action. She pulled out slowly, almost all the way, so that Camilla felt the empty suction before she pushed back in with a soft, seductive force. There was no hesitation in her movements, no hesitation in the way she positioned her knees on the blanket for the best possible grip. She took control of the pace, making it slow and exquisite. Camilla turned her face to the side, sought Claudia’s gaze, and when their eyes met over her shoulder, Claudia’s lips sank down to hers. It wasn’t just a kiss; it was a theft of breath, a wet and desperate meeting that tasted of desire and power.
Claudia’s hands slid down Camilla’s back, over her hips, and grabbed her bare buttocks. She squeezed, parted them, creating a deeper opening for the black dildo. They were in the middle of the lawn, surrounded by the scent of cut grass and her own scent, and Camilla felt like hunted prey, trapped beneath Claudia’s body. The position was pure doggy style, but there was nothing mechanical about it. Every thrust was a question, and Camilla answered by pushing her ass against Claudia’s pelvis, taking more of her in, deeper.
A moan wanted to rise from Camilla’s throat, a loud confirmation of how amazing it felt to be filled like this, but she bit it down. The neighbors. The houses were close together, and even though the hedge was high, the sound could carry. She pressed her face harder against the blanket, muffled the sound to a muffled whimper that only Claudia could hear. It was getting more and more intense, having to hold back, having to control her own voice while Claudia’s movements became more determined.
The feminine in Claudia’s way of moving didn’t disappear, but it changed. It became less soft and more steely. Claudia took a firmer grip on Camilla’s hair, a palm full of dark curls, and twisted her head back. Forcing her to look up at the sky, at the sun, as she continued to pump in and out. Camilla felt her hair tighten at her scalp, her neck forced at an unnatural angle, and it sent a jolt of fear and ecstasy through her. She was completely in Claudia’s power.
The coolness of new lube suddenly landed on her hot, open anus. Claudia had taken the bottle again, and as she continued to penetrate, she massaged the membranous tissue around the penetration. It was an overwhelming feeling of wetness and friction, of being opened even more. Camilla trembled, her legs wanted to give way, but Claudia held her up.
Then the weight came. Claudia let herself fall forward, pressing Camilla down against the blanket so that she lay flat. Camilla felt Claudia’s breasts meet her back, the cold jacket, the textured fabric, rubbing against her bare skin. It was a stunning contrast – Claudia’s fully clothed upper body against Camilla’s total nakedness. She wanted to be the man in the sex, and in this moment she was. It wasn’t soft and sensual anymore; it was a conquest.
Claudia’s pants, the rough denim, scraped against the back of Camilla’s thighs, a rough texture against soft skin. Inside her was the soft but firm sex toy, an extension of Claudia’s will. Camilla felt trapped. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t escape. She was pinned under Claudia’s weight, stuffed to the point of bursting, and for the first time in her life she was being fucked from behind for real. There was no softening, no apology. There was just the hard, rhythmic thrust against her insides.
She let go of the tension in her body. Letting her muscles relax around the dildo, accepting it, welcoming it. The pain was gone now, replaced by a leaden pleasure that filled her entire pelvis. She felt everything – every inch of the plastic, every movement of Claudia’s hips, every breath against her neck. She kept the rhythm, matching Claudia’s thrusts from inside, and as Claudia increased the pace, getting harder, deeper, Camilla knew she would never want to be anywhere else but here, trapped beneath her mistress in the sunshine.
Camilla pressed her hands hard against Claudia’s ass, feeling the rough texture of the denim beneath her fingers as she gripped to pull her closer. Each thrust from Claudia’s hips drove the black dildo deeper into Camilla’s open anus, a rhythmic, pulsating invasion that made her breath hitch every time Claudia’s body slammed into her bottom. The pain had long since turned into a leaden, dark pleasure that filled her entire lower body. She felt at the mercy of her, a prey being hunted and conquered on the open blanket, and she loved every second of it. A rhythmic thrust forced a deep moan from Camilla’s lips, the sound raw and uncontrolled in the still summer air. Claudia responded by bending down, her warm lips soft against Camilla’s sweaty cheek, a tender gesture in the midst of the brutal penetration.
With a slow, almost painful caution, Claudia began to withdraw. The dildo slid out of Camilla’s body, centimeter by centimeter, leaving behind a feeling of emptiness and a widened opening that shook with aftereffects. When it completely left her, Camilla sank down against the blanket, breathing heavy and shaking. But Claudia gave her no time to rest. She took a firm grip on Camilla’s hip and turned her over with a determination that did not tolerate resistance. Camilla ended up on her back, completely exposed to the sky and Claudia’s gaze, with her legs spread on the green grass.
Claudia knelt between her legs, and with quick, efficient movements, she unbuckled the straps of the harness. The black dildo and leather harness fell to the side on the grass, and now only Claudia remained, still dressed in her tailored suit. Her jacket hung open over her white shirt, and her trousers sat tight around her hips. It was a visually striking contrast – Claudia’s professional, authoritative surface met Camilla’s total nakedness. Claudia lowered herself over Camilla, positioned herself between her legs, and began to move her hips in missionary position. But now it wasn’t a toy that filled her; it was Claudia’s own body.
Their lips met in a hunger that was equal parts desperation and tenderness. Their tongues explored each other’s mouths, licking and grazing as Claudia’s hands roamed Camilla’s skin. She grabbed Camilla’s breasts, caressed her sides, ran her fingers along her thighs as if she wanted to memorize every curve. Camilla, driven by an ancient instinct to feel more, to undress her, reached up to Claudia’s pants. Her fingers, trembling with excitement, unbuttoned the button and pulled down the zipper. The jeans slid down a bit, just enough for the thin, black thong to be visible above her hip bones. She left the clothes there, hanging on Claudia’s hips; there was something incredibly arousing about her still being dressed, as if the office had followed her home in an after-work fantasy of pure lust.
Claudia pressed her vagina against Camilla’s naked pussy. There was no fingering, no masturbation, just two female bodies joining in a hot, lesbian act. Her labia met Camilla’s, and as Claudia began to move, a friction was created that was electric. They were both wet, and the sound of their skin sliding against each other was obscene in the silence. Camilla raised her hips to meet Claudia’s pressure, seeking that contact that only another woman could give. They kissed deeply again, their breath mixed with moans, and Camilla whispered against Claudia’s lips: ”Yes, keep going like that… like that.”
She needed to feel her breasts. Needed to feel her skin against hers. Camilla unbuttoned Claudia’s white shirt, button by button, until it lay open and revealed her breasts. No bra. Her breasts were firm and beautiful, the nipples hard with desire. The shirt remained on her shoulders, open and fluttering in the wind, but Camilla had eyes only for her breasts. Claudia pressed down, breast to breast, and as she moved her hips in another, deeper thrust, their breasts rubbed against each other. It was an overload of sensory impressions; Claudia’s womb grinding against her pussy, her breasts pressing against hers, her lips seeking hers.
The rhythm increased. Claudia fucked her with a force that made Camilla see stars. It wasn’t just physical; it was an emotional storm, a fusion of everything they had felt and said and not said. Camilla felt the orgasm building deep inside her, starting as a tiny nibble but quickly growing into a tidal wave. “Now I come,” she moaned, her voice breaking with cries of pleasure. “She fucks me so well… yes, yes!”
Claudia didn’t give up, she pushed, pushing Camilla towards the inevitable edge. “Aaaaa… aaaa… aaa!” Camilla’s body arched, her back lifting off the blanket as the orgasm washed over her. It was violent, it was total, and she shook uncontrollably in Claudia’s arms. The world went white, and there was nothing but Claudia’s body against hers, Claudia’s scent, Claudia’s pressure. When the waves finally began to subside, Camilla sank down against the blanket, exhausted and sweaty, with Claudia resting heavily against her chest. Her breathing was the only sound she could hear, and Camilla closed her eyes, letting the feeling of being completely, utterly loved sink into her marrow.
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