Charlotte knelt, gazing up at Fiona. She could feel Fiona’s cum drying on her face. She licked her lips, tasting the honey-sweet stickiness as she watched Fiona’s breathing return to normal.

The promise implicit in Fiona’s words, “we are going to have so much fucking fun today” made Charlotte’s neglected pussy drip. Fiona had made Charlotte strip then crawl on hands and knees then rode her face like a masturbatory aid.

Fiona reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. Charlotte watched as the red straps slid down Fiona’s arms revealing those gorgeous boobs. Once naked, save for the black studded collar around her neck, she pushed herself away from the dressing table she had been leaning against and walked to the bed. She patted the duvet and called Charlotte like she was a dog or a family pet.

“Up here, slut.” 

Charlotte went to stand up but with a quick rebuke, Fiona told her to crawl to the bed. Charlotte swallowed. A wave of humiliation washed over her swiftly followed by a fresh drip of juices oozing from her needy pussy.

She gazed up at Fiona, standing expectantly as she covered the few feet between the dressing table and the bed. She crawled onto the bed and knelt there on all fours, suddenly unsure what to do next.

“Good girl,” Fiona whispered and ran her fingers through Charlotte’s hair. “Now roll over onto your back.”

When Charlotte had settled herself into position, Fiona straddled her, a knee on either side of her chest. Charlotte felt Fiona’s weight press down on her groin. She felt the wet pussy she’d licked to orgasm minutes earlier rub against her smattering of dark brown curls. She watched as Fiona leant forward, her breasts hanging down, the prominent pink nipples inches from her. She wanted to lift her head off the bed and take one in her mouth and suckle but something inside her told her not to move. To wait. 

Fiona grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms up above Charlottes’ head. Charlotte’s fingers brushed the wrought iron headboard. Instinctively, her fingers gripped the metal rail. She felt Fiona tie a scarf or something around her wrists then pull the makeshift bounds tight. She tried to move them, just to see if she could but she was tied fast.

Fiona’s whispered promise just before Charlotte boarded the coach back in London flashed through her head. “Next time, I’m going to tie you to the bed and ride your face for hours.”

Fiona kissed Charlotte. Her tongue pushed into Charlotte’s waiting mouth and her tongue swirled like a serpent, tasting herself on Charlotte’s lips. She slowly kissed her way down Charlotte’s restrained naked body. Fiona dragged her nipples over Charlotte’s breasts, nipples brushing against each other and both girls sighed with pleasure and mounting excitement.

Charlotte’s mind raced. She felt so vulnerable yet desired. She wanted to spread her legs, to offer herself to Fiona but Fiona’s knees were now pressing against the outsides of her thighs. 

Fiona’s mouth kissed a path down Charlotte’s neck and followed the curve of her left breast, her tongue leaving a trail of drool. She pursed her lips and blew her breath over Charlotte’s breast. The air stimulated the sensitive nipple that swelled in response.

“Fuck,” Charlotte whimpered but the only response from Fiona was to direct the flow of breath to the other nipple. Charlotte raised her head to watch. Fiona was gazing at her, her eyes sparkled through the strands of hair hanging down in front of her face before extending her tongue and flicking the tip of Charlotte’s nipple.

Charlotte’s hips jerked in response. She wanted, no, she needed Fiona to fuck her and make her cum. She felt like she had been on edge ever since she had woken up but Fiona didn’t seem to be in any hurry.

Fiona kissed, licked and suckled one nipple then the other. She moved at random, no pattern, sucking one for ages then quickly moving to lick the other before moving back to the first. Charlotte whimpered in frustration until suddenly, Fiona’s teeth bit hard on her nipple. She screamed in shock as the pain pulsed through her. Fiona’s teeth held the nipple tight as she moved her head from side to side, like a puppy with a toy. Charlotte could see her breast being stretched as Fiona pulled her head back, tugging the nipple.

Finally, she grinned and opened her mouth. Charlotte gasped in relief as she released the nipple. Almost immediately, Fiona began the same assault on her other breast. This time, however, her hand pawed and rolled and pinched the nipple she’d just finished biting while her mouth clamped onto the other nipple.

Charlotte rolled her head from side to side as her moans and whimpers got louder. Her nipples had never felt so big or hard before. She was sure they were going to explode as Fiona teased them beyond the point of endurance. All she needed was the nearest stroke of her clit and she knew she would cum but, as if Fiona sensed it, it never happened.

Fiona raised her head and grinned at Charlotte’s neediness. She kissed her way down Charlotte’s stomach, one knee pressing between Charlotte’s thighs, signalling for Charlotte to spread her legs. 

Charlotte quickly opened her legs wide, letting Fiona slide down between them. The smell of neediness and sex filled the bedroom. The curtains were closed but a shaft of pale winter sunlight lit the room. She saw Fiona purse her lips together again and felt her breath as she blew between her legs. She was soaked and Fiona’s breath gave a cold chill on her clit.

“Please,” she whimpered.

“Please what?”

“Please, Miss. Make me cum,” Charlotte begged. 

‘Fuck’ she thought. ‘I am such a needy bitch,’ but Fiona just giggled and licked the inside of her thigh, scooping up a stray drip that had trickled down her thigh from earlier. Charlotte tugged on the restraint holding her wrists but it was no good. She felt Fiona slide off the bed and she looked to see where she was going. 

“Lift your arse up.”

Charlotte lifted her hips off the bed and felt Fiona slide a pillow underneath. Fiona’s hand gripped her left ankle and pulled it to one side of the bed. She looped the end of one leg of a pair of tights a few times around her ankle then tugged it. Satisfied it was tight enough, she moved to the other side of the bed and pulled at Charlotte’s right ankle. Charlotte lay with her legs spread wide. She realised that with the pillow under her ass, her pussy was raised up off the bed and in an easier position for Fiona to play with it. It also dawned on her that she was now completely immobile, the only thing she could move was her head.

Fiona reached into her bag and pulled out a long thin object. 

“I got you a Christmas present but I’ve opened it already.”

Charlotte watched, transfixed as Fiona rotated the end of the neon pink plastic rocket-shaped object and Charlotte heard a faint buzzing. Fiona knelt between Charlotte’s splayed legs and dragged the round tip along her slit. It made Charlotte’s toes tingle and goosebumps appeared all over her body. As Fiona pressed the buzzing present around and around her clit, Charlotte whimpered and asked what it was.

“It’s a vibrator. I got it in London. Do you like it?”

“Fuck, yessss!” Charlotte’s sighs and moans were evidence enough of just how much she liked the vibrator.

When Fiona pushed the vibrator inside her, Charlotte thought her lungs were going to explode. Her fingers gripped the sheets as her hips bucked. 

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god,” Charlotte chanted like a mantra. Fiona twisted the vibrator inside her so the tip touched different parts. She could feel her orgasm building. ‘Fuck,’ she thought. ‘This is the greatest feeling ever.’

And suddenly it stopped. Charlotte snapped her head up off the sheets. Fiona was grinning and running her tongue along the shaft of the now silent vibrator.

“Mmmmmmm,” she moaned. “You taste so fucking good.”

Charlotte stared at her, panting hard.

“Mmmm I’m guessing you like your present.”

Fiona swung round and positioned her dripping pussy above Charlotte’s face. She sat back and Charlotte felt Fiona’s arse press on her face. She stuck her tongue out and lapped up the cream oozing out of Fiona. 

She heard the buzzing begin again then felt the vibrating tip trace the dimples of her areola. Charlotte just moaned into Fiona’s pussy. She wasn’t sure how much more of this teasing she could take. 

Fiona adjusted her position. She leant forward allowing Charlotte to run her tongue along the length of Fiona’s slit from clit to perineum. Fiona teased the tip of the vibrator through Charlotte’s curls and Charlotte desperately tried to thrust her hips up to meet it, silently willing Fiona to push it into her sodden pussy and fuck her till she came. 

Charlotte’s whimpers became moans then the moans became breathless screams as Fiona moved the vibrator along her slit. The shaft buzzed at her clit as the tip teased at her entrance. Fiona ground her pussy onto Charlotte’s face as the vibrator teased and buzzed and edged Charlotte’s own sopping hole. She could feel her juices trickling down her ass crack and soaking the pillowcase beneath her. She tried to thrust her hips up, to will Fiona to slam the vibrator inside her, to fuck her hard and mercilessly until she came but it was no good. Fiona just teased and circled while Charlotte pleaded. Fiona’s pussy juices were smeared over Charlotte’s face. All Charlotte could smell and taste now was Fiona. She could hear Fiona’s voice as if from a distance telling her how Fiona was going to cum again, how Charlotte’s tongue licking her clit was going to make her cum all over Charlotte’s slutty little face.

Charlotte felt Fiona twisting the base of the vibrator and the buzzing eased until it was just a dull hum. Fiona pushed the vibrator inside Charlotte then sat up pressing her pussy down and rode Charlotte’s face. She rubbed her pussy all over Charlotte’s nose and mouth. Her breathing was ragged and as she reached down and twisted Charlotte’s nipples, she came again. Charlotte felt her face being flooded with juices as Fiona threw her head back and screamed.

The vibrator wasn’t buzzing fast enough to make Charlotte cum. She squeezed her walls, trying to hump it, to get more purchase but it sat there, the sensations were delightful and erotic but it wasn’t enough for her. As Fiona slumped on top of her, luxuriating in the aftershocks of another orgasm, Charlotte felt the frustration well up inside her.

Finally, Fiona crawled off Charlotte and knelt between her splayed thighs. Charlotte knew her face looked a mess. She could feel cum stains drying on her cheeks and chin and with every lick of her lips, she tasted Fiona’s honey sweetness. Fiona knelt, panting. Her hair hung down, strands were stuck to her face with sweat. Her chest heaved as she drew more oxygen into her lungs. Charlotte watched as Fiona ran her fingers up Charlotte’s bound leg. The featherlight caresses caused Charlotte to moan again. Fiona’s fingers brushed her curls then she gripped the vibrator and eased it out.

“Please, Miss, please. Please just make me cum.”

Charlotte knew she sounded so pathetic but she didn’t care. She needed to cum. The last what felt like hours had been torture. Fiona leant forward and blew her breath over Charlotte’s clit.

“Fuckkkkk,” Charlotte howled. She could feel her pussy pulsing. She strained at the binds trying to break free. Charlotte lifted her head up and stared at Fiona. Charlotte looked like a wild animal, feral. Her eyes blazed with lust, need and desire.

“Please, Fiona. Let me cum. I’ll do anything.”

Fiona grinned and dragged the slowly buzzing vibrator along the inside of Charlotte’s thigh.

“Anything is a very big word, Charlotte. Are you sure you mean…” 

Fiona leant in close, her eyes bored into Charlotte’s. Her lips were millimetres from Charlotte’s mouth. Charlotte closed her eyes and groaned “Yes” after Fiona whispered “Anything?”

“Anything,” Charlotte whimpered.

Fiona kissed her. A long slow lingering kiss before sliding her way down Charlotte’s body.

Charlotte could feel Fiona’s nipples drag along her body then Fiona’s tongue followed in their wake. Fiona knelt between Charlotte’s spread legs and tapped the end of the buzzing vibrator against Charlotte’s clit. 

“Tap… tap… tap,” Fiona whispered.

She bounced the tip of the vibrator off Charlotte’s clit in time to her words. She watched Charlotte’s pussy pulse. She could see the girl squeezing her pussy walls, desperate for the release Fiona dangled tantalisingly just out of reach.

“Anything?” Fiona questioned.

“Fuck, Yessss! ANYTHING!”

Fiona turned the vibrator to top speed and held it against Charlotte’s clit. Charlotte’s hips jerked in response, despite being securely bound. She writhed and thrashed on the bed as the orgasm ripped through her. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t speak. She couldn’t even plead with Fiona to stop. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her body was ravaged. 

Finally, Fiona lifted the vibrator away and turned it off. Charlotte’s body slumped. She lay with her eyes closed, whimpering and trying to control her breathing, drawing lungfuls of oxygen in. As she lay, aftershocks rippling through her, Fiona untied her ankles then climbed up the bed and unfastened her wrists. She carefully scooped Charlotte up into her arms and kissed her softly as Charlotte slowly began to come round.

“You are such a beautiful needy little cum slut.”

Charlotte smiled, feeling safe and secure in Fiona’s arms. They kissed again, Charlotte knew Fiona could taste herself on Charlotte’s lips and the thought made her blush, despite what Fiona had just done to her.

“We should get dressed before my parents come home.” Fiona giggled. She climbed off the bed and pulled her knickers and leggings on. Charlotte groaned and rolled onto her side before pushing herself up off the bed. She stood up and swayed and fell back down on the bed again. 

“Oh my god, my legs are like jelly,” Charlotte laughed. “What have you done to me?”

Fiona whispered, “I’d do it again too.”

Just then, they heard a car pull into the driveway and a car door open.

“Fuck, they’re back.”

Quickly, the two girls pulled on their clothes and tried to straighten their hair. Fiona had managed to get two steps down the stairs when the front door opened and Fiona’s mum bustled into the hall.

"Oh, hello girls. I didn’t know you’d be here. Is everything ok?”

“Yeah, it’s fine, Mum. Charlotte was, er, just asking about college.”

Emma came in behind her mum and glanced up at Fiona and Charlotte standing on the stairs. She smirked with an ‘I know what you’ve been up to’ face and shepherded her little brother into the kitchen.

Fiona turned to Charlotte and mouthed ‘sorry’ as Charlotte descended into the madness that was the McGuire family en masse.

“You’ll have a cup of tea, Charlotte? Emma, put the kettle on.”

Mrs McGuire didn’t wait for an answer. She moved around the kitchen as a tea loaf, cups, milk and sugar appeared on the table. Emma poured the hot water into an old china teapot and placed it on the table. Emma squeezed in beside Charlotte, giggling. When Charlotte turned to look at her, she leant in and whispered, “I can see dried cum flaking on the end of your nose.”

Charlotte blushed beetroot red and put her hand over her face. Emma ostentatiously pulled a tissue from the box of kleenex and handed it to her.

“Did Fiona tell you she has a friend coming over to stay for New Year?”

Charlotte looked quizically at Fiona.

“No, she didn’t, Emma.”

Fiona shrugged. 

“She’s just a friend from college. Didn’t want to spend too long with her parents so I suggested she come over here for New Year. It’s no big deal.”

“I heard her on the phone to her. I think it’s a very big deal,” Emma whispered conspiratorially while watching Fiona’s face turn red.

“Shut up, Emma. You know nothing about it.”

Emma put on a lovey-dovey voice.

“I love you, Miss Paula... I really miss you too... I can’t wait to see you… Mwah, mwah mwah.”

Fiona’s face burnt scarlet as she stood up, the chair screeching across the kitchen lino.

“Fuck off, Emma.” Fiona snarled before storming out of the kitchen.

“Could you not get on with your sister for five minutes? She’s only in the door and you are winding her up already.”

“Sorry, Mammy.”

Emma hung her head in mock contrition while glancing quizzically at Charlotte.

Charlotte’s mind raced. What was going on? Did Fiona have a Miss too? What did that make Charlotte? And if this Miss Paula was coming over, what would that mean for getting to spend some alone time with Fiona? All her plans for the Christmas holidays seemed to be changing already.