House Slut - S01 E130

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House Slut - S01 E130

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 130

Olivia took Tegan by the wrists and pulled her close, their chests rubbing together momentarily before Olivia leaned back against the wall and put a hand on Tegan’s shoulder, coaxing her to her knees until she was faced with Olivia’s crotch, water cascading down their bodies.

Tegan assessed the situation before her. Under her thicket of hair Olivia’s skin became darker as it got closer to her lower lips, her labia a dark brown in contrast to the olive skin everywhere else. Her inner labia were just as dark, protruding obscenely. Tegan placed her hands on the other woman’s upper thighs and gently parted her with her thumbs, exposing the bright pink skin between her lips. Having decided to see this through she stopped wasting time and brought her mouth to Olivia’s pussy, using her tongue to familiarise herself with the soft folds of her labia minora, and her feminine flavour mingled with the fragrance of the soap. After a little exploration she found her small clit, a pea sized junction of nerves hidden away, and lapped at it gently with the tip of her tongue, testing to see if Olivia responded to anything in particular.

After finding that she seemed to like high pressure on the left side Tegan continued doing that, then gently eased a finger inside her, followed by a second, curling her fingers towards herself, applying pressure and making small circles from behind her clit while alternating between sucking and licking on the outside. It only took a few minutes before Olivia was panting heavily and she pulled Tegan’s free hand up to grasp her breast, which Tegan obligingly squeezed and massaged, finding her nipple with thumb and forefinger and gently twiddling it as she began to fingerfuck Olivia faster, harder. Olivia threw her leg over Tegan’s shoulder and Tegan pushed against the back of her leg to better support her as Olivia began bucking her hips against Tegan’s mouth, letting out a relieved moan as she came, her thighs quivering.

Tegan brought her down gently, gradually easing off the licking of her clit and slowly pulling out her fingers, then slowly easing out from under her thigh. Olivia took Tegan by the hands again and pulled her to her feet, then gently kissed her.

“Thank you.” She whispered.

“Don’t mention it.” Tegan said, maybe a touch sullenly as she left the showers to dry off and get dressed.

“I mean it. I haven’t come without the help of machinery in years. My husband is selfish like that.” Olivia insisted as she followed Tegan out of the shower and began to dry herself as well.

“Husband? Great, now I’m a fucking homewrecker.” Tegan sighed.

“Oh honey.” Olivia said. “I wouldn’t have approached you if my house wasn’t already in ruins. Besides, now we’re even.”

“What?” Tegan said, pulling on her panties.

“My husband fucked you first. I’m just getting mine.”

“I take it your husband is a friend of Jackson’s then.” Tegan said, connecting the dots.

“Uh huh. Well, friend of a friend. I found the videos in our joint dropbox account, the fucking fool.” Olivia looked Tegan up and down as she got dressed. “Imagine just running into you here.”

“So, what, you followed me in here to get revenge?” Tegan pulled on a t-shirt. She wasn’t properly dry but was suddenly more interested in getting out of here.

“Not on you, honey, on him.” Olivia said, contentedly. “You did nothing wrong. From what I saw, you didn’t have much say in the matter.”

“Look, I know I kinda signed up for this when I agreed to Jackson’s… terms. But you got what you wanted, ok? Leave me out of the rest of it.” Tegan pulled on her casual shorts and stepped into her thongs.

“I’m just getting started.” Olivia chuckled as she started putting on a bra.

“What… what do you mean?” Tegan said in a panic, worried what Olivia would do with the information she had on Tegan.

“Honey, relax. I have no grudge against you. But I want your friend’s number. Jackson, was it?”

“What do you want that for?”

“Because I’m going to have him arrange another party, and make a new video starring me and every son of a bitch my husband knows, and get that shit trending on xvids.”

“You’re going to fuck a bunch of his friends to get back at him?” Tegan said, genuinely perplexed.

“Friends, enemies, coworkers. His boss. His brother. I am going to cuck that asshole into the fucking stone age.” Olivia said. “He won’t be able to walk outside our front door without bumping into nine guys who’ve had mi cono.”

Tegan didn’t quite catch the last part but Olivia accentuated it by gesturing at her crotch, which disambiguated it somewhat.

“That seems kinda like you’re cutting off your nose to spite your face.” Tegan suggested.

“A small price to pay. Besides, maybe I’ll even enjoy it.” Olivia shrugged. She took out her phone and looked at Tegan expectantly. With a sigh Tegan took out her phone and showed her Jackson’s number to copy down.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what’s the issue in the bedroom? You’re an attractive woman, surely if you want sex from your husband it can’t be hard to convince him.”

“Oh yes, he says I’m beautiful and he loves me, then two pumps later he rolls off and goes to sleep.” Olivia saved Jackson’s number then put her phone away to continue getting dressed. “But some small-titty girl he just met – no offence – he can go all night. It’s not me, sweetie, it’s him.”

“Well… alright. You go, girl.” Tegan pointed awkward fingerguns at Olivia then grabbed her bag and hurried out.