Michelle and the Randy Model
by Marie LeClare
With my modeling career really taking off, after years of being in the adult industry, the legitimate gigs have started coming. So I don’t have a great deal of time socializing and being that I’m a single lesbian, makes for some really lonely nights.
The other day I went to a local dinner here in Dallas, which is where I go when I feel I need grease in my diet, and laid my eyes on the prettiest brunette. I soon found out her name was Michelle, but she preferred to be called Miki, and kind of teased and flirted with her.
Since I’m known in the dinner as a lesbian, some of the good old boys, or rednecks, don’t particularly like the idea, but they do like me because I tell jokes right along with them and so it’s like a stand-off.
The next day I went back to the dinner, not because I needed grease so much, but that I needed Miki.
It was her day off, so as I was lamenting the fact she walked in and sat down beside me, wishing me a good morning.
As I went to the jukebox to play some music, I had already found out what kind of music Miki liked, I noticed one of the good old boys whispering something in her ear and them both looking at me, and I assumed that he was telling her that I was a lesbian.
Not bringing up the subject I told her I was fixing on going to the mall and doing some shopping if I could find something I liked and she asked if I wanted company. I told her I’d be happy to have company so we hopped in my car and took off for the mall, leaving her car at the dinner.
As I drove through the traffic I noticed her looking at me out of the corner of my eye but I still didn’t say anything, figuring if she had something to say she would say it.
We had a great time at the mall, although we didn’t buy anything we had fun joking and laughing, and I really enjoyed her company, until it was time to go, because we both agreed that we had enough.
On the drive back to pick up her car at the dinner I remembered that I had forgotten to put water down for my little puppy, so I asked her if she minded us stopping since it was on the way, and she thought it would be fine, and off we went.
After putting the water down I fixed us a drink and we sat on the couch making small talk, while I kept getting the impression that she was expecting something to happen.
With a lull in the conversation and me suggesting that I should get her back to her car, she sat bolt upright.
“What’s wrong with me?” she blurted out.
Dumbfounded, I asked, “Excuse me?”
“I know that you’re a lesbian, and you haven’t even made a pass at me. Am I ugly or something?”
“No you’re not ugly and as a matter of fact I’ve wanted to kiss you since we met,” I said with a grin.
Then she said, “Well, do you see me stopping you?”
As I looked deeply into her beautiful brown eyes, I put my hand up and touched her cheek, brushing it softly, and drew my lips closer to hers. Then came the moment of truth, wondering if she would bolt, I so very tenderly kissed her soft sweet lips, and she melted into my arms.
“Mmmm,” I said with a smile, “I want more!”
“So do I!” she replied.
As I held her head in my hands I kissed her beautiful eyes, her cute little nose, nibbled on her chin playfully, and then kissed her deeply, with as much passion as I could muster. My tongue dancing on hers and even going so far as to lick the roof of her mouth.
Still unsure of myself as to how far she wanted me to go, I allowed my hand to drift to her breast and cup it in my hand. My thumb caressing her nipple through her blouse, and feeling it stiffen.
Attempting to unbutton her blouse with one hand as we kissed she pushed my hand away, and for just a moment I thought she only wanted to kiss, but I was surprised. She used both of her hands to unbutton it for me. To say the least I was elated.
Breaking our kiss, I kissed down her lovely throat, and down her front, as far as her bra would let me, and reached behind her and unhooked her cotton lacey bra, to release her beautiful breasts.
Kissing each nipple briefly, I dropped my hand to her knee and it found itself, as if it had a mind of it’s own, inching up her leg to just under her skirt. Finally as I nursed on her tiny nipples my hand hiked up her skirt and I parted her legs.
Gazing at her pale yellow panties I noticed snail trails and knew that she wanted it all, and was as horny as I was, so I pulled them aside and brushed my fingers along her hot wet pussy lips.
“Do you like that Miki?” I asked.
All she could say was, “Mmm, yes!”
So I lowered my head and whispered, almost into her pussy.
“It’s so pretty, I just have to kiss it!”
After breathing in her wonderful scent, I kissed her pussy lips. Licking her delicate folds, my tongue explored her beautiful pussy.
Using my thumbs to part her pussy lips so I could lick her inner lips I swirled my tongue over her wet swollen clit, as I allowed my finger to penetrate her love canal.
Finger fucking her hot pussy as I licked her hot wet clit, I was really getting into it.
“Lick my cunt, you fucking lesbian slut! Make me cum hard!” she almost screamed.
Almost in shock I finger fucked her hard and cupped my tongue to suck on her clit like a straw.
“I’m cumming! Cumming so strong!” she screamed.
She squirted her pussy honey into my waiting mouth.
“You’re the best I’ve ever had!” she breathed.
As she recovered I asked:
“So you’ve done this before?”
“Of course I have. I’m also lesbian,” she replied, with the biggest grin I had ever seen.
After she had recovered from her strong orgasm, she pushed me back on the couch.
“Now it’s my turn. I’m not finished!” she said.
Her tiny hands cupped my breasts through my top before she had me raise my arms and took it off, then after she had freed my breasts from their confinement, she went after them, sucking like a hungry baby.
Breaking for only a moment as she had me lift my ass so she could take off my jeans and thong, and looked hungrily at my shaved wet pussy.
“Will you sit on my face so I can please you, and finger bang my pussy?”
She didn’t have to ask twice, as she laid back on the couch with one leg stretched over the back of it, and I crawled up so my pussy was over her face.
Her tiny hands clutched my hips as she dipped her tongue in my honey pot, and I felt the passion build to my inner being, knowing that as hot as I was it wouldn’t take long to gush my pussy honey.
I could feel her arm moving as she fingered her hot wet pussy, and I arched my back clutching my breasts in my hands. Pulling and twisting my nipples as the tingle built.
Getting on the edge I grabbed her head to my pussy and pulled her hard to me as she finger banged her hot wet pussy, and furiously licked my pussy.
“Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” I screamed, as I felt the release I needed so desperately and gushed pussy honey into her waiting mouth.
My hips were bucking and the orgasms kept cumming until she moaned in my pussy.
“I’m cumming!” she said, and almost bucked me off the couch.
We didn’t go back to get her car that day, and we planned on getting it the next day, but it’s still parked at the restaurant.