Chapter Six The Perfect Collab #3
Dorothy sat up, leaving Melody’s nipples wet and glistening in the studio lights.
She shimmied out of her own shorts and underwear, revealing her shaved, neat pussy.
She positioned herself between Melody’s legs, but instead of going down immediately, she grabbed Melody’s ankles and pushed her legs up, knees to her chest.
"Look at you," Dorothy said, her voice thick with lust. "All spread out."
"For you," Melody whimpered. "Stop talking and eat me, Dorothy."
Dorothy grinned, a predatory flash of teeth. She dove in.
This wasn't the hurried, nervous, first-time pussy licking of that night in the gym shower. This was leisurely worship. Dorothy took her time and used the flat tongue of her tongue to paint broad strokes from Melody’s cunny up to her bud.
She teased Melody’s clit, circling it slowly, flicking it, but refusing to give it direct pressure just yet.
"Ohhhhh, god," Melody tossed her head back, her hands gripping the duvet covers. "Yes. Yes, right there."
The music was still blasting, but Melody could barely hear it over the rushing of blood in her ears. All she could feel was Dorothy’s mouth. The suction increased. Dorothy’s hands gripped Melody’s ass cheeks, lifting her hips off the bed to get better access.
She began to suck on Melody’s clit with rhythmic, punishing intensity. At the same time, she slipped two fingers inside Melody’s dripping channel. Melody screamed, a sound that was thankfully swallowed by the bass drop of the song.
"So tight," Dorothy mumbled against her pussy. She curled her fingers, hitting that pleasure point on the front wall of Melody’s cunt that made her toes curl. "You like that? You like getting fingered by the ab-queen?"
"F-fuck yes," Melody stuttered. "Deeper! Harder!"
Dorothy picked up the pace. Her tongue was a blur of motion, vibrating against Melody’s swollen bud.
Her fingers pumped in and out, creating a wet, squelching sound that was pure filth.
Melody watched through half-lidded eyes as Dorothy worked, seeing the muscles in the other woman's shoulders bunch and flex, the way the veins popped in her neck with the effort.
It was too much. It was perfect.
"I'm close!" Melody wailed, her hips bucking wildly, trying to grind her clit harder against Dorothy’s face. "Dorothy, I’m gonna… FFFFUCK!”
"Do it," Dorothy commanded, not stopping. "Cum on my face, Melody. Nnnnhhnnn!"
Melody’s entire body tensed, her thighs clamping down on Dorothy’s head. She screamed, a long, shameless cry of ecstasy as waves of pleasure rolled through her cunt. Her pussy clutched violently around Dorothy’s fingers, squeezing them, as she soaked Dorothy’s chin and cheeks with her juices.
Dorothy didn’t pull away. She drank it down, lapping up every drop, humming with satisfaction against Melody’s trembling flesh. She kept working, gently now, soothing the oversensitive nerves until Melody collapsed back onto the pillows, gasping for air, her chest heaving.
For a long moment, the only sound in the room was the music and their ragged breathing.
Dorothy slowly crawled up Melody’s body, her face wet and shining. She looked incredibly proud of herself.
"Wow," Melody breathed, brushing stray hair out of Dorothy’s eyes. "Okay. You definitely get the job."
Dorothy chuckled, leaning down to kiss Melody’s jawline. "Glad to hear it. But... we’re not done yet."
Melody raised an eyebrow, though a smile played on her lips. "We’re not?"
"Nope," Dorothy whispered, shifting her weight so that her own wet pussy pressed against Melody’s thigh. She grabbed Melody’s hand and guided it down between her legs. "You showed me your studio. You showed me your 'business.' Now... I think it’s my turn to get a private performance."
Melody felt the heat radiating from Dorothy’s cunt, the slick wetness that coated her fingers immediately. The exhaustion from her own orgasm evaporated, replaced by a new surge of power. She loved the feeling of being the one in control again.
"Well," Melody purred, pushing Dorothy onto her back and straddling her waist. She looked down at the fit, beautiful woman beneath her.
The woman who had just worshipped her body.
Melody ground her hips down, letting their wetness mingle.
"Since we're collaborating... I guess I should return the favor. "
Melody leaned forward, her breasts brushing against Dorothy’s chest, and whispered into her ear.
"But first... let me turn the camera on."
Dorothy’s eyes went wide, a mix of shock and thrill. "Melody..."
"Don't worry," Melody grinned, reaching for the remote to the tripod. "This one’s just for the archives. Unless you want to be a star?"
Dorothy hesitated only for a second before wrapping her arms around Melody’s neck and pulling her down.
"Just shut up and fuck me."
Melody laughed, tossed the remote onto the nightstand without clicking it, and slid her body down to give Dorothy exactly what she wanted. The camera lay dormant, its lens cap staring blindly at them, while the two women created the kind of content that no amount of editing could ever improve upon.
Downstairs, Dean turned up the volume on the TV, trying to ignore the rhythmic thumping coming from the ceiling.