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Samira needed a fucking drink. It wasn’t that she hated her fellowship. In fact, she has grown to love the work she was doing. It had just been one of those days, though, so she’d decided the best course of action was to get a drink. Just something to calm her mind and help her rest better.
Samira dropped her things off at her apartment and took a much-needed shower. Once she’s clean and smells like vanilla, she stands in front of her closet. A cop out would be just comfy clothes, something that would leave her unnoticed and unbothered. She was going to the bar to drink, not to get laid.
Still, Samira’s eyes move to that one sundress. The one that makes her boobs look amazing and covered just enough to leave you wondering. She snatches it out of her closet without thinking. The material means she’ll have to wear a thong, but she’s not opposed to it. She holds the dress up to her figure and looks in her full-length mirror. She decides she’s doing this now before she can talk herself out of it.
After putting on her dress and a bit of lip gloss, Samira feels pretty. She stares at herself in the mirror and smiles. Maybe she won’t even have to buy her drink… maybe someone will buy it for her. She leaves the house with a pep in her step, thrilled to head to the bar. It was a bit of an extra commute, but she goes to a lesbian bar.
The atmosphere when Samira enters is comforting in a way she can’t describe. Eyes are on her, but she doesn’t mind it. She pretends not to notice, heading to the bar to order a drink. She smiles sweetly at the bartender with a buzzcut and a warm smile. “Can I get a rum and Coke?”
“My my… I took you for one of those girls who likes fruity little drinks.”
Samira knows that voice too well. When she turns her head, she sees Emery Walsh standing near her at the bar. How had she not noticed the woman walking up? “Doctor Walsh…” She sees that deadpan look on Emery’s face. The one where she’s waiting for the conversation to continue, for something to happen to progress things. Goddamn surgeons. Even without a scalpel in their hands, they were sharp.
Were this anyone but Emery Walsh, then maybe Samira could admire how good she looked. The tight white tank top, oversized jeans, and cool leather jacket. The way her hair is pulled back in that sleek bun she always had at work. If this were anyone else, she would be drooling right now. This wasn’t anyone else, though; this was Emery Walsh. She had no idea what it was about this woman that frazzled her brain even after they’d stopped working together. “Sorry, I’m just surprised to see you.”
“You’re surprised to see me at a lesbian bar?” Emery says as if that’s the most ridiculous thing she’s ever heard. She decides not to acknowledge it further, instead turning to the bartender. She smiles at the woman, “You can put her drink on our tab. Then can I have a Manhattan and a Cosmopolitan? Thanks.”
The tab is being settled before Samira can even protest her drink being paid for. As Emery lists the drinks she needs, Samira’s brow furrows. She looks over at Emery again, “I’m sorry, weren’t you just trying to tease me about ordering fruity drinks? I’m pretty sure that a Cosmo is more juice than anything.”
“It’s not for me, it's for her,” Emery says before she nods behind her. She takes the drinks from the bartender and thanks her. Once that’s all settled, she looks over at Samira, “There’s room for one more, you’re free to join us.”
Samira looks to where Emery had nodded. She sees Baran Al Hashimi at a high-top table. For a moment, she thinks of running. Two attendings from her residency program showed up at the same lesbian bar as her. She thinks she’s actually had this nightmare before. Only she had been naked and had to perform a thoracotomy with a pool cue and a broken beer bottle. At least this wasn’t that… small victories.
Dr Al Hashimi looks gorgeous. Her lips are a deep wine color as she smiles at Samira. Her hair is down for a change, framing her face so nicely. She looks relaxed in linen pants and a flowy blouse. Between her vacation chic look and Emery’s effortless masculine look, Samira feels doomed. They’re both so hot, and she feels like her knees are shaking. Two of her former attendings out in the wild. Two of her former attendings at a lesbian bar. She can’t just pretend it’s nothing when she knows they have to have some interest in women.
Samira makes her way over to the table with Emery close behind. She doesn’t get time to greet Baran before she’s pulled into a warm embrace. God, she smells so fucking good. When they pull apart, she smiles at her former mentor. “Dr. Al Hashimi, it’s so nice to see you.”
“Oh please, we aren’t at work, and I’m not your boss anymore. Call me Baran.” Baran insists, kissing Samira’s cheek without thinking. She realizes she’s left a smudge of lipstick on her cheek and gets a tissue from her purse. She reaches out and carefully cleans the lipstick smudge off her cheek.
Samira is grateful for the ambient lighting because she’s certain she’s blushing. Can they notice? Oh, at least one of them does because she sees Emery smirking in her peripheral vision. After the lipstick is cleaned off her cheek, she looks at Baran, then at Emery. “It’s nice to see you- to see you both, I mean. What um- I mean, what are you two doing? Like out at the bar on a random Tuesday. Not that you can’t, I just-”
“Deep breath, Mohan. You can ask a question without launching into a twenty-minute rambling.” Emery insists, which seems to do the trick, quieting the nervous woman. She hands the cosmopolitan to Baran before having a sip of her own drink.
“Oh, be nice, Em.” Baran insists, which earns her a scoff from Emery. Always so testy… she doesn’t mind it, but she doesn’t know if Samira will. She rolls her eyes playfully, bringing her drink up to her lips. After a quick sip, she continues, “We have some friends in common and meet up for drinks-”
“My ex-wife is married to her ex-wife. We go for drinks to commiserate after custody handoff days. Now that we’ve got that out of the way, what are you doing here? Are you meeting someone?” Emery asks, her eyes combing over Samira where she stands. She really does look gorgeous in that effortless way. Like she’d just thrown it all on without a second thought. Her legs… her tits, she just looks good all around. “You just… clean up nice.”
Samira nearly chokes on her drink when Emery compliments her. The same woman who used to scare the shit out of her, looking at her like she’s a bottle of water in the middle of the Sahara. Was it wrong that turned her on? “Oh, I’m not here to meet anyone. I just wanted to grab a drink after work.” She has a few sips of her drink. The faster it’s gone, the faster she can scramble away and pretend none of this had even happened. “Well, it’s been really nice seeing you both, but I don’t want to keep you. I’m sure you two have things to talk about-”
Baran reaches out as Samira tries to leave. Her touch isn’t insistent, a gentle hand on the arm that seems to stop her in her tracks. “You should stay. I don’t know about Emery, but I know I’d love to catch up with you. Please tell me how your fellowship program has been going.” She doesn’t mean for her touch to linger, but it does. Her fingertips slide from Samira’s arm down to her hand. She feels how soft her hand is and holds it in her own. “Sorry- God, your skin is so soft. What do you use to keep it this nice?”
Samira thinks she’s going to melt into a puddle right in the middle of this bar. Those gentle hands cradling her own, feeling her skin. She opens her mouth to say what lotion she uses, but all that comes out is a nervous laugh. She pulls her hand away from Baran’s grasp to cover her mouth. In the chaos of trying to cover her laugh, she realizes she had sloshed her rum and Coke all over her dress. She looks down at the stain, “Shit! That’s never going to come out. I really like this dress too…”
“Yes, it will- hold on,” Emery says, putting a hand on Samira’s waist to still her. She takes a cocktail napkin, starting to blot away excess liquid. She looks around for something better. When she sees nothing, she looks at Baran. “Do you have one of those stain stick things?”
“I do in my big bag, but this one is too small for all of that,” Baran says before she puts a hand on Samira’s other hip. She examines the stain and then shakes her head. “Finish your drink real quick. I live a block away, and if we get that in the wash now, it’ll be just like new.”
“Oh, you don’t have to do all that. It’s fine, I don’t even really like this dress that much.” Samira says, trying to be nonchalant. It’s hard to be when two gorgeous women each have a hand settled on her hips. She’s afraid of letting out one of those nervous laughs again.
“You just said you really like that dress. Now finish your drink.” Emery insists, removing her hand from Samira’s hip. She puts that hand on Samira’s drink, guiding it to her mouth. She helps her tip it back, and in just a few quick sips, it’s gone. She finishes her own drink, “I settled the tab while I was buying Samira’s drink, so we can just head out.”
“Emery, I told you it was my turn to pay.” Baran lightly scolds before she finishes her drink. She heads out, letting the two women follow her. She lets them into her home, a beautiful little brownstone not that far from the bar. She points to a door, “The laundry room is in there. Just take off your dress and leave it there. I’ll go find you something of mine to wear in the meantime. Emery, you know your way around. Would you like to make us more drinks?”
“I can do that. Samira, what sorts of drinks do you like?” Emery asks, watching Samira go wide-eyed. She remembers how… indecisive Samira has always seemed to be. She lets out a quick sigh. “How about wine. Do you like red or white?”
“Either. I like both umm- red is fine.” Samira says before she heads into the laundry room. She shuts the door behind her and takes off her dress. She lays out her dress on top of the washer and inspects the stain. She traces her fingers along the edges and winces. She hopes that Baran can get the stain out. She really does love the dress.
Baran heads to her bedroom, grabbing a t-shirt and shorts for Samira. As she walks back, she nods to Emery in the kitchen, who is pouring wine. As she makes her way closer to the laundry room, she realizes the door is ajar. She had forgotten to tell Samira that the door opens on its own if you don’t push it hard enough.
As Baran heads to warn Samira about the door, she catches a glimpse of her. Standing there with her back to the door in only a thong. There’s just an expanse of gorgeous bare skin, and God, she has a fantastic ass. She realizes how wrong it is to look in on Samira like that. So she takes a step back, eyes closing as she recenters herself. It’s hard not to picture what she would look like if she turned around. Fuck she feels awful.
Finally, Baran pulls herself together and clears her throat. She makes sure her steps are louder so Samira will catch on that she’s walking up. “I found something for you to borrow. It’s not as pretty as that dress of yours, but it’ll do for now.” She sees a bare arm reach out of the doorway. She wants to hold that hand and kiss up that arm. To press Samira against the wall and… no. No, she can’t. Instead, she hands over the clothes, letting her touch linger for just a moment longer than it should.
“Thank you, Baran. I really appreciate this.” Samira says, taking the clothes and putting them on. She comes out of the laundry room and smiles sweetly. “I really do appreciate you doing this for me; it’s a big help.”
“It’s nothing at all, honestly, I’m a mother, I can do stain-removal in my sleep. Now the kitchen is down that way. Emery is pouring wine. Feel free to get yourself whatever looks good out of the fridge. I think I’ve got the stuff we need for a sort of charcuterie? Oh, or there’s leftover pizza.” Baran says before she heads into the laundry room.
Samira agrees and heads out to the kitchen, where she finds Emery. She’s offered a glass of red wine right away, which she happily accepts. She leans against the counter and sips wine. As she does, she sees Emery’s eyes combing over her. “What?”
Emery can’t believe that Samira is surprised to have someone looking at her like that. She wonders if Baran had done that on purpose. Had picked those tiny shorts that showed off so much leg, which made her mouth dry. The oversized t-shirt makes Samira look relaxed in a way that makes Emery crave sleepy affection early morning sex. She wants messy hair, quick kisses before getting up to chase off morning breath. God, she’s doomed. “If I had known you were hiding all of this under those scrubs, I would’ve invited you out for drinks a lot sooner.”
“I didn’t realize that you had such a thing for me. You were always so harsh with me. I just… I mean, I assumed you hated me.” Samira admits as she looks over at Emery. Had she moved closer? Oh God, she was closer. She feels warmth buzz between them and sets down her wine glass. She speaks again, this time her voice is soft and breathless. “What are you doing? We’re in Baran’s kitchen right now.”
Emery smiles, moving closer to Samira. She grabs Samira’s hips and spins her around. She presses her against the counter before starting to kiss her neck and shoulder. She lets a hand slide up Samira’s shirt slowly. As she does this, she leans in to whisper in her ear. “Don’t worry about Baran. She likes the things I do in her kitchen. I bet she’d even like to watch.” She hears the gasp that Samira lets out when she says that and smirks. She palms at Samira’s breast under her shirt, rolling her nipple between he fingers. She loves the desperate, muffled sounds that Samira makes behind a bitten lip. “Oh, you would like that, wouldn’t you, baby? You’d like it if Baran came and watched me fuck you. Say it.”
Samira is trying so hard not to cry out. She had already humiliated herself enough today with that spill. The last thing she needs is for Baran to walk in and see her like this. Whimpering and quivering over fingers palming at her breast. God, it had just been so long that she was a mess. Half bent over the kitchen counter with her shirt riding up. She feels like a desperate little slut, moaning louder than she means to as Emery nudges her legs apart farther. “Oh fuck.” She feels a hand run up her clothed cunt, then slowly drag up to rest on her ass. She rocks back against the touch as her hand grips the cool kitchen counter.
“All that just from a bit of kissing? Oh, you are just desperate, aren’t you, baby?” Baran asks, gently patting Samira’s ass. She watches Samira turn around and look at her wide-eyed. She sees surprise, but she sure doesn’t see any reluctance. “I’m sorry, I should have waited a bit longer. I just… I saw you while you were changing- by accident, of course.”
“Oh of course,” Emery says before she’s met with a glare from Baran. She rolls her eyes playfully, then leans back in to start to kiss any bare skin she sees. Long, languid kisses like she’s marking her territory, even a few soft grazes of her teeth. This skin would look so gorgeous covered in hickies.
“As I was saying,” Baran says, moving her eyes from Emery back to Samira. She smiles, rubbing smoothing circles on Samira’s clothed ass. She wants to touch all of her and see what she looks like fully naked. She takes in a breath and smiles. “I saw you from behind in nothing but that pretty thong. I couldn’t resist. I had to get my hands on this body. Now, is that okay, or would you prefer I just watch? It won’t hurt my feelings either way.”
Samira feels like she’s drowning. The sensations around her are so incredible. The lips on her skin from Emery. The hand on her ass from Baran. Of course, she had dreamed of this sort of thing before. Two older women who want nothing more than to fuck her brains out. That had been the fantasy playing in her head since she realized she was a lesbian. She opens her mouth like she’s going to say something, but no words come out. She nods her head yes as quickly as she can.
“No, baby, I need words.” Baran insists as she looks at Samira. She realizes how distracted she is and taps Emery’s shoulder. She gets Emery to stand up next to her, then focuses back on Samira. She puts her hands on Samira’s hips, turning her around fully to face them. She traces her thumbs in circles on Samira’s hips. “Now tell us who you want to fuck you, Samira. Do you want one of us or do you want both?”
Samira realizes she has to focus. If she’s going to get what she wants, she’s going to have to use her words. She takes a shaky breath in, still holding onto the edge of the counter for dear life. “Both.” She manages to spit out, looking at Baran first, then at Emery. “I want you both to fuck me. Please.”
What happens next is a flurry of touch. Samira doesn’t remember who pulls her in for a kiss first, but someone does. Then there are hands on her ass before her shirt is pulled off. They stumble back to Baran’s bedroom between kisses and soft moans. The two older women start to shed their clothes, and Samira basks in it. All of the bare skin, even in the dim light, she can see freckles and old scars. So much bare flesh, and she wants to kiss it all.
As they walk, Samira feels the back of her legs hit the bed. She decides to let herself fall back onto the bed. She stretches her arms out over her head as she stares up at the two women. Her lower half hands over the edge of the bed, and she parts her legs for them. “Who is going to fuck me first?” She asks, eyes lidded as she stares up at them lustfully. At this point, she doesn’t care who fucks her first; all she wants is for someone to do it. “Please.”
“Oh, what a good girl. She asks us so politely to fuck her. Of course, we’ll fuck you, baby.” Emery assures before she moves to the bed. She reaches to cup Samira’s face, pressing her thumb to her lips. It takes only moments before Samira dutifully takes Emery’s digit in her mouth and sucks on it. She’s clearly eager to wet the fingers that will hopefully be fucking her. “Such a nice mouth. I think I want to play with her mouth first. Are you ready to fuck her, Baran?”
“I have been ready since she walked into the bar in that little sundress. I mean, you were just begging to be fucked in that thing, weren’t you, Samira? What did you think was going to happen? Did you want someone to buy you drinks, then bend you over the bathroom sink?” Baran asks, not giving Samira time to answer. She instead lifts Samira’s hips, hooking her fingers into the little shorts Samira was in. She pulls them down her body before tossing them to the side. She looks at Samira in nothing but a thong. She rests her hands on Samira’s bare thighs and lets out a contented sigh. “Fuck you’re just so gorgeous. It’s distracting, wouldn’t you agree, Doctor Walsh?”
Emery had taken her thumb out of Samira’s mouth. She instead put her pointer and middle fingers into her mouth. She wanted to see how well she sucked, to test her gag reflex. As she’s doing that, she tunes out most of what Baran says. She is too focused on her own desperate fantasies. She seems to tune back in when she’s asked for. She pulls her fingers out of Samira’s mouth, smirking at the lewd wet sound and her desperate whine. “Oh, she’s desperate. You want to be fucked so bad, don’t you, baby?”
“Of course she does. Come here and see how wet her pussy is.” Baran says before she pulls off Samira’s thong. She lets that fall to the side before parting the woman’s legs farther. She reaches to spread open Samira’s cunt for a better view. “So eager… so wet.”
Emery moves down the bed to have a look for herself. She smiles, running her fingers along Samira’s cunt to collect some of that wetness. As she does, Samira tries to buck her hips up to the touch. So Emery holds Samira’s hips down with one hand and holds her other hand up for Baran. “I’m sure she tastes so sweet.”
“This is torture. Someone fuck me. Please, I just need someone to fuck me right now.” Samira says with a whiny voice. She tries to move her hips up, but Emery has her pinned down. She gets not one, but two don’t test me looks. She would be intimidated and back down if she weren’t so desperate. Her cunt is aching, needing to be filled. She feels the wetness pooling as she waits for someone to fuck her. “Please. Please, I need this so bad. I need you both so bad.”
“You are not being tortured, Samira. You are being told to wait patiently. Now, be a good girl and stay quiet. Thank you.” Baran says before she looks at Emery. She leans in close to Emery, letting her fingers wrap around Emery’s fingers. She runs her tongue over those fingers, tasting Samira on them. She groans before pulling back. “She tastes perfect. That’s no surprise. Come here and taste her for yourself.”
Samira thinks this is when she’ll finally get some relief, but no. Instead, she watches Emery lean over her body to kiss Baran. The two women have their tongues in each other's mouths so close to her cunt. It’s cruel and unusual. She knew she had just been told to stay quiet, but she still let out a whine. To remind them that she was there and still desperate for someone to do anything with her. She needs to be fucked so goddamn bad.
Emery pulls back and smiles. She likes to see this side of Mohan so desperate and pussydrunk before anyone has really touched her. “Put her out of her misery, will you?” She asks Baran with a teasing smile. She looks down at Samira and smiles. “We’re gonna get you ready for my cock, too. What do you think? Can you suck on my strap while Baran fucks you, baby?”
“Y-Yeah. Yeah of course. I can- yeah.” Samira says, almost not giving Emery time to finish her question. She sees that eagerness in Emery’s eyes, the excitement for the challenge. The bed shifts as Emery gets up to grab exactly what she needs. As she lies back on the bed, she watches Baran sink down to her knees on the floor in front of the bed. Her heart races as she feels Baran grab her hips and pull her closer to the edge of the bed.
Baran wastes no more time. As soon as she has Samira in a good spot, she drapes Samira’s legs over her shoulders. She kisses her thighs first, but only a few quick pecks to her bare skin. Each one is met with a soft pant or a gasp that she drinks up. Finally, she brings her tongue to Samira’s cunt, licking a long, broad stripe up it. She finishes by circling her tongue over her sensitive clit. The sounds Samira makes and the way she tastes are incredible. She can’t help the moan that comes out as she begins to fuck Samira with her tongue.
Samira feels that moan against her cunt. It sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body, and she moans. Her hips roll against Baran’s face, desperate for more touch and friction. She had assumed the woman would be good at eating pussy, but this… fuck. This was something she had never felt before. Lapping at her cunt like a woman starved. “Oh fuck. That’s so good, it’s so good.” She manages to say before moaning out Baran’s name.
“Oh, she sounds so pretty when she says your name,” Emery says as she walks back up. She’s grateful she had left the equipment here the last time they had hooked up. She now has a strap-on ready to test Samira’s gag reflex.
Before Emery can do that, though, she tangles her fingers into Baran’s hair. She tugs gently at Baran’s hair to pull her back. As soon as she sees Baran, she sees that same desperate look in her eyes that Samira has. Drunk on pussy, the sheen of arousal coated her lips and chin. “Is this everything you thought it would be?”
“And more,” Baran assures with a little smile. Her eyes go from Emery’s proud, smirking face to the strap. She smiles, leaning in to wrap her lips around that strap. This is something she takes her time with despite Samira’s soft whining protest. She wants all that arousal and spit on the cock before it goes into Samira’s mouth.
When she’s done, Baran smiles. She nods at Emery to go before looking at Samira. “Be a good girl for me, baby, and take Doctor Walsh’s cock. Taste yourself on it.” She then goes right back to eating Samira’s pussy. She laps at her cunt like a woman starved, hands wrapping around her thighs to keep her still.
Samira does exactly as she’s told. She happily lets Emery move her up the bed and position her better to take the cock. She stares at its intimidating length for a moment but knows she can do it. The sheen to her own arousal and Baran’s spit makes her shudder with anticipation. She opens her mouth, a moan slipping out as Emery slowly brings the cock into her mouth.
“Oh, such a good girl. Look at you taking cock like a fucking champion.” Emery says with a smile, moving her hips forward. She goes slowly, letting Samira get used to the feeling of her mouth being filled. As her throat relaxes, she is able to fit the strap fully into her mouth. She groans because it’s so goddamn sexy. She slowly pulls back until the toy is out of Samira’s mouth. “Good girl.”
Samira loves that so goddamn much. She loves being called a good girl in that husky, desperate tone. Her cunt clenches around nothing as she dutifully takes that toy in her mouth. She feels fingers slide over her entrance and moans. The touch she was desperate for was almost hers, and she was so fucking ready for it.
Samira taps Emery’s thigh to get her to pull out the strap. She takes a moment to catch her breath before looking at Baran. “Are you going to fuck me now?” She asks, sitting up just enough to meet her gaze.
“I am. Your needy cunt is clenching around nothing. I think you need a few fingers inside you. Do you agree?” Baran asks, watching Samira nod eagerly as soon as the question is asked. She smiles, taking two fingers, using them to collect Samira’s arousal. “Now lie back down like a good girl and take Emery’s cock.”
Emery sees the smirk on Baran’s face and raises a brow. She is about to ask what’s up when Samira lies back. As Samira stares up at her with those big doe eyes, she wants to melt. She reaches out, letting her fingers trace her jawline slowly before her thumb rests on her bottom lip. “Open up for me, baby.” She instructs, and sure enough, Samira does it. She smiles at her, “What a good girl. Taking my cock like a dream. God, you’re perfect.”
“Oh, keep going with the praise. Samira likes it, I feel her clenching around my fingers every time you call her a good girl.” Baran says, slowly pumping her fingers in and out of Samira’s cunt. She feels how she clenches around those fingers, her moans muffled by the strap in her mouth. It makes her smirk, curling her fingers just right to hear those muffled moans again. “All she needs is someone to praise her, and she clenches around my fingers so well. Fuck you feel so good, baby.”
Samira is feeling so much. The cool feeling of the blankets against her bare skin. A soft breeze as she lifts her hips toward those fingers inside her. Those fingers are just as masterful as her tongue. Each time they move in and out of her crooking in just that way that makes her whole body sing, she moans. Those moans are muffled by the toy moving in and out of her mouth. She looks up at Emery, who smirks at her, proud that she’s fucking Samira’s mouth so well. It’s hot, they’re both so hot.
Samira feels so good, her brain shuts off from worrying and overthinking. All she can think about is the two beautiful women fucking her. She feels her climax building and rocks against Baran’s touch. She holds up three fingers because she’s ready. She needs more, but her mouth is a bit full to express that.
“Three fingers. She’s ready for three fingers, Baran.” Emery announces before she pulls back. She gives Samira a chance to catch her breath, watching the line of spit come from her toy as she pulls away. Her lips look swollen and desperate as her chest rises and falls. She smiles at Samira, “You good to keep going?”
“Yeah, I’m good,” Samira says before she opens her mouth again. She moans for Baran, who doubles her efforts, adding in that third finger and increasing her pace. Her fingers tangle into the sheets below her, and her moans grow louder. She closes her eyes and lets herself just feel it all because it is so goddamn good.
Baran can feel how close Samira is getting. Watching the way she reacts to each touch, so eager and desperate. “You’re ready, aren’t you? Why don’t you let go for me, baby? Come undone on my fingers if you do a good job, then Emery will fuck you with her strap. Oh, you like the sound of that, don’t you? Fuck me- such a good girl. So good, baby.”
Samira feels the praise stop as Baran’s lips wrap around her clit. Between that and the fingers fucking into her, she climaxes hard. She taps at Emery’s thigh again. Soft, babbled phrases of praise come out as she catches her breath. It had felt so incredible that her brain was fuzzy and her cunt was sopping wet.
Baran gets up from her spot, knelt between Samira’s legs, moving to look at her. She stands there unbuttoning her blouse as she watches Samira smile up at her. What a sweet little smile it was. “You did so well. Are you ready for Doctor Walsh to fuck you now, baby?” She finishes unbuttoning her blouse and takes it off. She’s about to do her bra but stops, “The dress- I’m gonna check on the dress, excuse me for a moment.”
Emery sees Samira’s gaze follow Baran as she leaves the room in nothing but those flowy pants and a lacy black bra. She looks down at Samira and smiles, reaching out to trace fingers along her jawline. “I know. She just walks around looking like that without a care in the world. It’s infuriating at times, but you get used to it.”
“You think I’ll be asked back enough times to get used to it?” Samira asked before letting out a breathless laugh. She leans into Emery’s touch, staring up at her needily. Her legs felt like jello, and her cunt was pulsating with need. She thought about asking for more. She thought about commenting on how intimidating Walsh is. Instead, she just leans into that touch.
Emery smiles, removing her hand from Samira’s face. She takes off her own top, watching how Samira’s eyes comb over her when she does. “She’s a bit obsessed with you, and I think I’m starting to become obsessed too.” She admits before walking between Samira’s legs. She parts them and looks at her wet cunt, groaning at the sight. “I mean, how could I not when you look this fucking good. Spread out and soaking wet, are you ready for me to fuck you?”
“So ready,” Samira says, letting Emery take hold of her legs. She crosses her legs around Emery’s waist as she’s pulled closer. Her hips lift, and she’s slowly filled in with the strap. Her mouth had still been open, slack from earlier. Now soft gasps and moans leave her mouth as she goes back to gripping the sheets. “Fuck, very ready. That’s so good. It’s amazing. Fuck- yes. It’s good, it’s so good. You’re so good.”
Baran enters the room again, walking up to Emery. She stands behind her, kissing her neck before watching where the toy enters and exits Samira. She smiles, reaching around Emery to unfasten the front of her bra and release her breasts to Samira’s view. Watching Samira’s eyes go wide and her pupils dilate with lust. “Enjoy this while you can, gorgeous. Your view is about to be obstructed.” She warns, palming at Emery’s breasts as she kisses her neck.
Samira stares at the two women with wide eyes. Seeing the way that Baran kisses Emery’s bare skin, rolling her nipples with those skilled fingers. It takes her a few moments to speak because she’s too busy moaning from those thrusts.”Why is that?” She liked this view and was not ready to give it up, especially as Baran sucks a hickey into Emery’s neck.
Baran pulls away, surveying her work on Emery’s neck. She smiles, looking from Emery to Samira. “Because I’m going to sit on your face.” She steps out from behind Emery, starting to undo her pants. She lets them fall to the ground, then unhooks her bra. “Have you ever performed oral sex on a woman, Samira?”
Samira really has to think about it. Not because she’s going through some long history of people she’s slept with. It’s because Emery is fucking into that spot that makes her see stars. It’s because both women are topless, and she’s a little in love. “Y-yeah. Yes. I have it’s been a while, but uh, yeah- yeah of course.”
“Well, from my experience, you are a fast learner,” Baran says as she lowers her underwear to the ground. She steps out of them and makes her way over to Samira, stroking her cheek as she gazes at her face. “So I think even if you’re a bit rusty, you’ll figure it out real fast. Now… are you ready, baby?”