1. Carla - Chapter 5


    Date: 7/3/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: monica3, Source: LushStories

    Previously in ‘Carla.’ Carla is a professional bodyguard and assigned to protect the CEO of a large pharmaceutical company who has been targeted by animal rights activists. She was shot in one attack. Now fully recovered she has employed a former colleague, Harry, to help her find the assassins and to check out a woman, Angie, who had got close to her. She feared she was potentially connected to the killers, and using Carla as a source of information. Angie had disappeared briefly, and Harry discovered that she was in Berlin attending a meeting of ‘End Animal Testing,’ an organisation he believed could house people inclined to do more than occasional demonstrations. Carla had arranged for Angie to come to dinner. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a slut. I lifted my skirt and looked at my trimmed mound. My finger slid between my lips and stroked; I watched as if it was someone else doing it. I sat on the end of my bed, legs wide and continued to observe the slut working her pussy, lasciviously opening herself, her finger slipping down to curl into her arsehole while her thumb stroked her clit. I saw her eyes half close as the small orgasm started. It turned into a bigger one, and I felt a surprise that the face that came into my mind’s eye was not mine, not Angie’s but Jenny’s. As that realization hit me so too did the orgasm and it racked me. I watched as I bent forward and threw my head back, silently screaming in pleasure. Just before Angie arrived I had a change of ...
    heart. This was a woman I suspected might be trying to kill my client, Lauren. I didn’t know of course, but I was sure there was something suspicious about her and I wasn’t going to let lust get in the way of professionalism. I slipped off the skirt and blouse, donned panties, loose black trousers and a thick, shapeless sweater. I felt somehow better and decided I ought to make sure my weapon was at hand but unseen. She arrived promptly at 8pm and she looked good. She was wearing trousers that were beige and came to about six inches above little, brown boots with a small brass buckle on each side. Under a dark brown leather blouson jacket was a simple, white t shirt. We kissed in the doorway then she came into the flat and I led her through to my kitchen where wine was waiting. ‘So, what have you been up to?’ She smiled a little enigmatically. ‘Missed me?’ ‘I have. I tried calling you a couple of times, but I couldn’t find you.’ Angela took the glass of wine from my hand and sat at my kitchen table. ‘I’ve been away for a few days. It happens in my work. I get sent off without warning. Nothing special.’ ‘Anywhere nice?’ I asked this innocently, as I started to serve the dinner. ‘This looks delicious.’ Was she determined not to reveal where she’d been? I chatted inconsequentially through dinner and, when her leg pressed against mine under the table, I responded as I normally would but, in truth, my heart wasn’t in it. I didn’t feel remotely sexy. All my frustration was centred ...
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