Alex and Eliza Dushku at the Citadel: No Strings.
[continued from this tag, where Eliza found out she was returning to television, heading back to the States, and fired.]
A half-full tequila bottle and the carcasses of many dead limes litter the Citadel table in front of them as Eliza waves her hand. "No. Nonononono. Truth. Or dare. Not both. Answer the question. Did you ever fuck two guys at once in public?" She's drunk, she's talking loudly, and she doesn't care.
"I really wish I had," Alex replies. She's not as drunk as Eliza, but she's getting near. "It sounds like fun. I've never been double penetrated. In any way. Truth or Dare?"
"Dude, you need to. Fuckin' awesome." Eliza nods sagely. "Can't sit down for a couple days? But totally worth it. Dare." She pours them another couple of shots.
"See that pretty little sub over there? You sober enough not to endanger him if you give him a few strokes with the crop?" The boy's Master was offering that to anyone who wanted it. Alex had been wishing she could be the sub for about half an hour now.
Eliza raises her hand. It doesn't shake. But she sways. "Damn. Better not. Don't wanna get banned. Gimme another."
"Want to give me a few clothed strokes with a crop?" Alex suggests. "I can't promise to be as vocal... but I can be appreciative."
"Ooh," Eliza leers. "Are you a slut for the crop?" She throws back the shot and as it burns its way down, she looks Alex over again.
"I can be," Alex answers. She's wearing a lot less than she was earlier. Jeans and a t-shirt, cut low enough to be interesting, with ankle boots. And a choker. Not a collar.
Eliza's hand shoots into the air. "Crop, dude," she tells the waiter. "Small one. Chop chop." She looks at Alex almost predatorally. "I'll go easy. You might like it and get all turned on."
"Doesn't take much to turn me on," Alex admits. "Watching the sub over there's enough, really." One eyebrow raises. "Hope you won't mind if I come..."
"Oh, fuck no, baby. You come all you want. I'm all about coming." When Eliza's handed the crop, she slaps it against her other hand, purring noisily. "Push stuff outta the way and lean over the table. Are you soaked through your panties already, naughty girl?"
"Panties? Try my jeans," Alex smirks. "Want to feel before you punish me?" She leans over the table and looks back at Eliza. "Ma'am?"
As if Eliza, in her drunken state, would turn that shit down. She reaches between Alex's legs and presses her hand against the denim. Yep, warm and wet, and she pushes harder. "Slut. Fuck."
"Oh yes, right there," Alex can't help but moan. It's good. Really good. "You can do what you want... anything. Start with the crop though and I'll be screaming..."
"Dirty slut," Eliza croons and presses her fingers in circles, feeling the contours of Alex's wet pussy through her jeans. Fuck, she's turned on, just like that, skin heated from the inside, nipples hard and rubbing against her thin bra. "Come on then."
"Oh god... you have the best fingers," Alex whimpers. She feels a small orgasm shudder through her and cries out. "Fuck!"
"We're goin' upstairs," Eliza declares, waving her hand again for a room key. "Now." Holding the card which she's just been handed from the waiter, she holds the crop too, listing only slightly as she stands. "Come on."
"Yes, Ma'am," Alex nods, and she's not swaying near as much. She links her arm in Eliza's to help her. At least that's what she'll say if asked.
There might be some giggling and there might be some bumping into walls, but they do get into the room and before the door's even shut, Eliza is pointing at Alex with the crop as if it's a magic wand. "Off. Clothes. Now!"
"Why do I feel it would be more effective if you said some quasi-Latin?" Alex giggles as she pulls the shirt over her head, revealing that she might have forgotten to put her bra on.
"Nice tits," Eliza declares. "More clothes! Off!"
"Thank you," Alex says and bends over, turning her back on Eliza, and unbuckling her boots, easing them off, then pushing down her jeans. She hooks her fingers in her practically ruined panties and eases them off, moaning slightly as the fabric pulls away from her pussy. Then she straightens, turning to Eliza. "Ma'am." She sinks to her knees, unbidden.
"Jesus." Eliza comes up, swaying a little even as she's pulling her own tight sweater off and her bra too and she falls to her knees, leaning forward to press their breasts, together. "Ooh," she moans, adding hand pressure to increase the sensations. "Fuckin' love tits, man."
"Feels so good..." Alex whimpers. The soft flesh of Eliza's breasts against hers makes her shiver. "Whatever you want," she whispers in Eliza's ear, nipping it softly.
"Careful," Eliza purrs back. "I might wanna fuck you up big time. What's your safeword 'n limits?" Still she squeezes their tits together.
"Safeword's Saxon, no kids, animals, blood or other bodily fluids or knives," Alex answers. "And no marks where anyone can see. Other than that? Ask if it's extreme."
"On your back." Eliza shoves her lightly and gets back to her feet, weaving as she wriggles out of her jeans and shoes, panties and socks. Again on her knees, she pulls one of Alex's legs up and positions herself between them, rubbing their pussies together. "Oh... fuck. Forgot how great fucking is when you're drunk. Everything feels so much fuckin' better, you ask me."
"Know what you mean..." Alex gasps and pushes against Eliza. "Oh and seeing we're drunk, no tying up. Just in case, y'know?"
"Yeah, okay." And Eliza is grinding, groaning each time her clit is smooshed against Alex's. "C'mon Alex. Fuck me. Fuck me!"
"Yes," Alex nods, pushing too, pushing hard. "Wish I had a cock, could sink right into you," she moans. "Or you could me, you'd probably like that better..."
"Like fuckin'," Eliza says again, her head falling back, hair cascading behind her. "Gonna come. I'm fuckin' gonna come, Alex. You come too, right?"
"Whatever you say," Alex answers, eyes wide and blinking up at Eliza. "Need... oh there... yes... close, so close..."
Another vicious grind and Eliza groans low in her throat. "Oh, shit, yes. Shit. Shitshitshitshit!"
"Oh fuck, god, yes!!!!!" Alex's pussy spasms and she comes uncontrollably, screaming.
Eliza rolls to her back, gasping. "Jesus." The orgasm works somewhat to clear her head, but not much and not for long, the drunken haze descending again and making everything better. "Fuck, that was hot shit."
"Very hot," Alex agrees. "And really good. I mean, really good," she grins. "Haven't come like that in a while."
"Give me a sec and we'll do more. Fuck." Eliza rolls back over and bends down, sucking on Alex's nipple.
"Oooooooh," Alex moans. "That's nice too... really nice." She's already stroking Eliza's back, digging in lightly with her nails.
"Want you to tongue fuck me," Eliza orders, lying back. "Make me come again."
"Mmm, yes," Alex nods, rolling over and taking a second to suck on Eliza's nearest breast, flicking her teeth over the nipple before kissing her way quickly to Eliza's pussy. She looks at it, separates the lips slowly and carefully, then licks from her clit to her hole, long and slow, then pushes her tongue inside.
"Oh, shit, you're good." Eliza arches, legs falling wide, grabbing fistfuls of Alex's hair. "Oh, goddammit, yes."
Smiling against Eliza, Alex fucks her with her tongue and reaches up to stroke her clit as her tongue gathers up all of Eliza's wetness. She's moaning at the taste of her too, so rich and female... women always tasted different to men and not for the obvious reasons.
Bending her knees and rocking her hips, Eliza closes her eyes, focusing on the sensations. "Yes. Fuck. Yes. Fuck!"
Alex's other hand reaches up and cups a breast, then pinches a nipple. She swallows, again and again, loving the taste of Eliza.
"Turn around," Eliza groans. "I wanna eat you too. Turn around." She smacks at Alex's hip. "Get that pussy over me."
Even though she's in sub mode, if Alex weren't so busy eating Eliza, she'd mention the value of patience. But she's concentrating on keeping her mouth right where it is, if changing the angle, and swinging her hips around to lower her pussy onto Eliza's face.
"That's right." Then Eliza stops talking and starts licking, curling her tongue and burying it in Alex's pussy, tongue-fucking her like nobody's business. The girl tasted good too, what the hell. She digs her finger into Alex's tiny ass and goes to town.
Alex doesn't stop her tongue-fucking but damn is Eliza good. The other reason she was hesitant about moving up is that her past experiences of this - mostly with men and she was pretty sure now that the height difference had been more of the problem - hadn't been as fulfilling as she'd have liked, even though she would never have said anything. She moans into Eliza's pussy and curls her tongue around her clit.
Eliza groans, too, sucking that bundle of nerves between her lips and worrying it, licking in long, wide swaths, even as her own hips start to move. Jesus, she's turned on.
Another moan into the warm heat of Eliza's pussy and Alex's hips move over Eliza's face, furiously. Damn but it's good. Really good. Best girl sex Alex has had since the early days at boarding school. Her pussy is swollen and throbbing, she needs to come so much. She has to lift her had to ask. "Please... may I come?" It's only long enough to ask before her tongue goes right back to driving Eliza out of her mind.
"Shit," Eliza groans. "Come on! Jesus. Make me come too, already!" And she goes back to what she was doing.
Alex's fingers move inside Eliza, pumping and fucking her, as she grinds down on her mouth and moves her pussy so Eliza's tongue's hitting her just right, and she comes, her tongue and fingers never stopping even as she's lost in her own pleasure.
Licking away the juices, Eliza lets her head fall back to the floor with a thump. "Fuck. Oh, fuck. That's fuckin' it. Just keep--fuck--do--Jesus! Christ!" And she's coming, seeing stars behind her eyelids.
Alex keeps licking and tasting Eliza, her tongue working all over, until she needs a break. "Okay if I move? Getting a cramp in my neck..."
"Yeah." Eliza helps her roll off and just lies there on the floor for a second. Then she's up, half-crawling to the cabinet and tossing out toys willy-nilly until she finds what she's looking for. "Awesome." She holds it up. "We're gonna fuck, baby!" And she brings the double ended dildo back, resting it on Alex's stomach. "Mmmm... fucking."
"That sounds good," Alex grins, stretching under the toy. "Whatever you want... trust me, I want it too..." she gives Eliza a sultry look.
"Slut," Eliza purrs, pinching her nipples and hard too. "Like me." So she gets right to it, working the toy into Alex before sinking down on it herself. "Ohhhh, fuck. Jesus Christ. Ride it, girl. Fuckin' ride that toy."
"Slut for you," Alex nods, pushing up on the toy, fucking it as well as she can.
Rocking back, Eliza pulls Alex up, some, as much as she can with the toy in her and starts them see-sawing together, her arms around Alex's waist. "I fuckin' love fucking. Jesus." Okay, so she might be a little drunk still, but who cares? It's true, after all. "I like tits and pussy and cock. You like cock, baby?"
Alex's arms go around Eliza's and she grins. "Love fucking too and hell yes, I like cock. Real, fake, it's all good. Like a guy who really likes to fuck... or a girl. Like you." And she does like Eliza. Her free spirit is very arousing.
"Love it," Eliza said with half-lidded eyes. "Got this dude in LA who fucks like a machine. It's awesome. Come on." She arches her hips and rocks down on the toy. "Let's fuck. Come when you can, baby."
"Sounds fun..." Alex groans. "Oh hell yes... haven't had a really good fucking in... well, you're the first in a while. And you're fucking amazing," she whimpers as Eliza makes a great move.
"You're hot. Fuck. Fuck me. Come on." Eliza's all but bouncing on the damned thing, riding it for all it's worth. It takes some bending and some maneuvering but she gets to where she can kiss Alex, hot, biting kisses that just make her want more.
Alex rides it too, and the kisses make it even better, not something she would've thought possible. "God, fuck...!" she screams, coming, but she doesn't stop, just continues to ride the slick toy.
Smirking into the kiss, Eliza reaches down and fingers over her clit. With that, it's only seconds before she's coming too, and hard, teeth biting into Alex's lip.
The teeth sinking into her lip are enough to pull Alex over the edge again and she cries out again, this time into Eliza's mouth. Pulling back, she grins. 'Multi-orgasmic... start me and I keep going... oh... oh!" and she comes yet again. "God so fucking good!"
"No shit," Eliza groans. "Damn, lucky slut." She reaches down, pressing her thumb to Alex's folds. "Don't stop now, baby! Fuckin' come on!"
"'S easy, I'll show you how to get past the first couple, sometime, if you want," Alex whimpers. "Oh... oh hell yes!" her pussy ripples around the toy.
"You better fuckin' show me. Fuck." Eliza's hips start rocking again. It's just she's stuck in a fuck-haze and she's going to ride out. Ride it out, baby. "Touch my tits."
"Oh hell, yeah," Alex nods. "It's amazing..." she reaches for Eliza, fingers leaving bruises in the soft flesh. "So hot... fuck. Wish I was a guy, could fuck you between these..."
"Love tit-fucks, yeah." Eliza squeezes her breasts together, trapping Alex's hand, and still she rides the dildo. "Fuck, I'm so fuckin' turned on. Jesus. You ever been fucked in the ass?"
"Might be doable with a pussy, not the same, but hot," Alex scratches lightly. "Turned on, yeah... god..." she nods. "Fucked and fisted. Took a lot of prep but hot as hell."
"No, shit! Fuck, when I'm sober I'm gonna so stick my fist in your pussy, baby. Gonna make you come so fuckin' hard. We need to find two guys. Fuck 'em in the same room and trade. How fuckin' hot is that? Jesus." Eliza feels her orgasm building slowly. "Oh, fuck. Fuck. Shit...."
"Only had one in my ass, want to know what it's like in my pussy," Alex whimpers. "Hell, yeah. Nearly tempted to call a couple up here now but tonight? I am not sharing. Okay with you?" Because if Eliza really wants that, she'll adjust.
"Too fucked out right now. Too drunk. Probably get our asses in trouble," Eliza mumbles, before her head falls forward and she groans low in her chest. "Fuck, I'm coming. I'm coming, baby! FUCK!" Her whole body rocked with it. "Jesus Christ!"
"Yeah, wouldn't be worth it," Alex agrees and holds onto Eliza as she comes again too. "God you're hot when you come, baby."
More kisses, almost feverish, and finally, Eliza rises off the toy and pulls it free from Alex again. "We're on the fuckin' floor. Get on the bed." She pushes Alex toward the big, soft bed. "Jesus, you've got a nice ass. Do you work out?"
"Thank you," Alex turns the bed down. "Just the usual, gym a few times a week, lots of walking. Lots of sex... that might help?" She climbs in, waiting for Eliza, too tired to do anything else.
Climbing up behind her, Eliza kisses at her neck, kneading her tits again. "I do yoga. It's good for sex too. You should try that."
"Mmmm, might try that sometime," Alex nods, curling up close to Eliza. She likes closeness. Ponders more sex but really, they can't fuck all night... not after the amount they drank before anyway.
"Just gonna--just... Need to rest some," Eliza says, her words slurred. "I just... I."
Her head on Alex's shoulder, slack hands on her breasts, Eliza has passed out cold.
Alex smiles and kisses Eliza's hair. More sober, or at least more clear for the moment, she can move them, let Eliza rest more comfortably in her arms, curl up around her and go to sleep herself.
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