All Fall Down

There was a flicker of doubt on his face, like he wasn’t sure how much of this was role playing, but then he smiled and nodded. ‘Cool.’

Angelica held out the cuffs to Heather. ‘Cuff him to the bed.’

Heather did as she was told, so the man’s arms were stretched behind him, bound to the metal headboard. He grinned up at them. ‘So are you going to fuck me now?’

Angelica didn’t reply verbally. She gestured for Heather to approach her, simultaneously removing her own clothes, pulling her T-shirt over her head, unzipping her boots and pushing down her leather trousers. She stood in her white underwear and shook down her hair. She felt the power of the Goddess coursing through her. Her skin, as she touched it, felt ultrasensitive, all her nerve endings tingling.

‘Go on, strip,’ she said to Heather, noticing that her

Sister was standing there, gawping. Over the years, Heather had watched Angelica undress many times, and Angelica had become increasingly aware of the way that Heather looked at her body, sneaking peeks when she thought Angelica wasn’t looking. Angelica had always thought it was because Heather was envious of her taut, toned stomach, her long limbs, her small-but-perfectly-shaped breasts. Heather was all lumps and bumps, with biceps a Marine would be proud of, broad shoulders and a flat chest. Her strength was admirable but she was far from sexy. In fact, Angelica suspected Heather was asexual. She had never shown any real interest in men or women. She was purely dedicated to Angelica’s cause.

Heather removed her clothes clumsily, the guy on the bed barely paying her any attention, his eyes focused purely on the taller, slimmer woman who now removed her bra, climbed onto the bed and straddled him, pressing her crotch against his through her underwear, leaning forward so her long hair swept across his chest. He pulled against the handcuffs, his desperation to touch her clear in the flex of his muscles. He had beautiful arms.

A beautiful chest too. She kissed him there, flicking her tongue across his nipples in turn, which made him groan. She took one nipple lightly between her teeth and applied pressure. He gasped. She trailed kisses down from his pecs to his abs, that strong, toned stomach. He bucked beneath her, his cock so hard against her underwear. She moved her face down to his groin and gently ran her tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, making him thrust against her face. That annoyed her, but it was okay, she understood his eagerness.

She took him into her mouth again, as deep as she could, reaching up to his chest as she sucked him, digging her nails into his chest, raking them down to his stomach, then up again. The sounds he made were half-pleasure, half-pain.

His quickening breath made her worry that he might come too quickly so she removed her mouth, causing a groan of disappointment, and she sat back on his strong thighs, touching her own breasts, stroking them while she looked into his eyes, taunting him, making him pull as hard as he could against the handcuffs.

‘I want to lick you,’ he said. ‘Come up here.’

Angelica looked at Heather, who was standing beside the bed, still staring at Angelica – staring at her breasts.

‘Why don’t you join us?’ Angelica said, and Heather crawled on to the bed. She reached out and cupped one of Angelica’s breasts.

Angelica took hold of Heather’s wrist and removed her hand, surprised by the flash of disappointment on Heather’s face. Before she could speak, Heather leaned forward and kissed her, sticking her tongue in Angelica’s mouth. She heard Patrick say, ‘Whoah,’ and for a moment Angelica let Heather kiss her, even kissed her back, as Heather’s hand returned to her breast. It felt exciting, even though the other woman was a clumsy kisser, her mouth too wet. Heather’s free hand was suddenly inside Angelica’s underwear, her middle finger probing and slipping inside her.

Angelica pulled away. ‘No.’

Heather looked shocked. ‘I’m sorry.’

She tried to kiss Angelica again, but the blonde woman turned her head so Heather’s lips connected with her chin.

‘Fuck him,’ Angelica commanded.

‘What?’

‘I said, fuck him. I want to see you do it.’

‘Hey,’ Patrick said. ‘I don’t want her to fuck me – I want you.’

‘Shut up,’ Angelica said, slapping his face hard. He looked stunned. She turned back to Heather. ‘Get on top of him.’

Heather hesitated, then manoeuvred herself so she was straddling Patrick. She took his cock in her hand, but it had wilted.

‘For fuck’s sake,’ Angelica said, pushing Heather aside and taking hold of the soft penis. To Patrick, she said, ‘Close your eyes and keep them shut. In fact …’ She whipped a pillowcase off one of the pillows and fashioned it into

a blindfold, tying it around his eyes.

She returned to his cock, which was recovering already. Good boy. She worked it gently with her hand, until it was fully hard, then facing the foot of the bed, in the reverse cowgirl position, pushed herself onto him, his cock filling her, the angle meaning he pressed against her G-spot. She fingered her own clitoris as she rocked slowly against him.

‘Don’t come,’ she ordered, as her own orgasm approached. She was dimly aware of Heather kneeling on the bed watching her, and she tried to push the memory of Heather grabbing her from her mind. She didn’t want to think about it. Had she been blind all these years? Yes, if she was honest with herself she had been deliberately blind. She had always known Heather had feelings for her, it was why she did everything Angelica asked, without question. And she had used that. But admitting to herself that Heather liked her in a sexual way was too uncomfortable. She loved Heather as a sister. That was all. Her presence now, staring at Angelica with sad eyes, was grating. But feeling sorry for her, and deciding to be charitable, she gestured for Heather to come closer.

As she rocked with increasing pace on Patrick’s cock, she pulled Heather towards her and put her hand between the other woman’s legs, stroking her with two fingers. Tears trickled from the corners of Heather’s eyes as Angelica brought her closer to orgasm, her fingers now deep inside her, her other hand pinching Heather’s nipple. Her own orgasm approached and she rocked faster and moved her fingers inside Heather at the same pace. Heather’s breathing got faster and faster, and Angelica felt the waves of bliss crash over her as – oh, here it was – she came hard, and Heather came too, at the same moment.

The two women were drenched in sweat, and Angelica shuddered as she moved off Patrick.

‘Don’t stop,’ he pleaded.

‘Don’t worry, I’m going to suck you again,’ she said.

Angelica pointed at his penis and gestured for Heather to take him in her mouth. Heather obeyed, and Angelica wondered if Heather enjoyed tasting her juices on the boy’s cock. She pulled on her discarded underwear and unzipped the holdall, the sounds of slurping and groaning from the bed making her feel nauseous.