One Tree Hill
It Started Out with a Sniff: Chapter 2

As regular readers of mine will notice, I've been incorporating a few different fetishes into my stories lately. The panty fetish was the premise of this story and I throw around some more kinky acts in this follow-up chapter. Let me know what you think and if I should keep exploring the unorthodox methods in which Brooke and Peyton can surprise one another/get one another off. ;)

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"Open that pretty mouth. Let me fuck it." These words made Peyton tingle all over. Tied to her bed, she was at the delightful mercy of her best friend; her arms and legs spread to all four corners. Her pounding heart made her chest resemble that of a low-rider with show pony hydraulics. Brooke and Peyton had long been harbouring secret feelings for one another. While they only ever talked about boys together, when both were alone, horny, and indulging in some self-love, they would more often than not fantasise about the other. So the prospect of being dominated by this brunette with the killer voice had Peyton moaning well before any physical contact was even made.

Brooke moved herself over Peyton's face and looked down at her beautiful friend, taking in the moment. She rubbed her twat mere inches from Peyton's watering mouth as butterflies well and truly filled her stomach. Brooke had dildos there to use—Peyton's dildos— but that's not how she planned to fuck this girl. Wet dreams involving Peyton were the norm for her and in every one of them she rode the sexy blonde cunt-to-mouth until she came.
"Stick your tongue out, baby." Her playfully powerless victim obliged. Brooke brushed the locks out of Peyton's eyes and ran a finger down her cheek. "I'm going to smother those pretty lips and fuck that mouth until I squirt all over you, P Sawyer. That makes you wet, doesn't it? I'm going to make a dream of mine come true and get off on your face." Brooke smiled wickedly, dipping the lips of her sweet pussy on her girlfriend's nose. Her crotchless panties proved a fine choice.

Special times call for special attire and Brooke was meticulous in her appearance. Let me give you a mental picture of what she was wearing. Still buzzing after losing her girl-on-girl virginity to Peyton, and with the role of Dominatrix poised to switch, Brooke took a little midnight drive out to her favourite sex shop. There, she pieced together an alluring outfit for the occasion; a royal blue bustier with matching (aforementioned crotchless) lace tanga panties; a garter belt with suspenders leading onto stockings, complementing and accentuating her lickable legs; and a cute pair of black peep toe stiletto heels. It was the perfect ensemble worn the perfect girl. Peyton felt spoilt to say the least.

Brooke lowered her tender snatch onto Peyton's parted lips and welcomed the blonde's tongue against her clit. Brooke nearly died from the warm sensation as it began flicking and licking its target. "That's it, baby. Ahhh. Yeah, Peyton... right there. Fuck me with that filthy little tongue. You're such a good little pussy eater." Brooke was beaming and surging with adrenaline. "Show me those pretty eyes." Peyton had taken a liking to her buddy's pussy up close, but nothing beat looking into your lover's soul as you gift them immeasurable pleasure. She locked eyes with her mistress, receiving a delightfully vicious response as Brooke chortled and grinded hard on her willing playtoy's swirling muscle. "Does that pussy feel nice in your mouth? Hey, P Sawyer? Because my cunt feels right at home in your dirty little mouth," she slapped her across the face with benevolence. What a turn on this was for Tree Hill's number one nymphomaniac. And you know what, Peyton was better than all the guys she had ever hooked up with combined. If there was some ludicrous ultimatum put forward whereby she could either keep sticking her pussy wherever she damn well pleased or live monogamously with Peyton, Brooke would pass on the cock. That was the extent of her lust for the blonde-haired beauty.

Next, the girl with all the power grabbed a handful of the dirty panties that still littered the bed from earlier and shoved them into Peyton's face, even letting them blindfold her. She could sense how much the talented artist enjoyed their gaze and wished to tease her some more by cutting it short.
"You must smell these all the time. Right? Especially after cheer practice when they're reeking of sweat; yummy, delicious, workout sweat. Not to mention the cum stains. I bet you can't resist it." The blonde didn't say a word (not that anything would be decipherable through panties and a mouthful of pussy) as keeping in line with Brooke's ground rules. Peyton wasn't to make a peep – moaning excluded – until given consent by her master. No, by her owner. "Don't you just wanna bathe in that scent, Peyton?" In the perfect world, Brooke would dive headfirst into a pool consisting solely of Peyton's dirty panties.

All those gorgeous undergarments on her sub's delicate features made Brooke's mind and body drift to other parts of Peyton's anatomy. Her enthusiasm to climax in Peyton's mouth was replaced with a craving to go down on this hottie. "Lay back and watch me eat your hot little cunt." And that's just how it played out. Brooke gave her best friend oral and was keenly observed with batting eyelashes. Peyton peered over the mountain of panties bunched on her face to enjoy the view of Brooke nestled in her cooch. She had caught onto the art of rugmunching swiftly tonight, as someone with her kind of extensive research (cough cough lesbian porn frequenter cough cough) should. Peyton was at her mercy as the brunette's deft tongue action hit her sweet spot and she continued dishing out the eroticism. "Look at you. So submissive. So willing. Surrendering to your superior. It's too much." Brooke felt around crotch-first for a bedpost, which she knew to have a spherical head that would be perfect for dry humping. The cheeky grin on her face signalled that she had come up trumps.

Peyton had an unsurpassable view of every little thing her girlfriend was doing. She could either watch Brooke go crazy on her varnished wood bedpost or the darting tongue that made her pretty pink pussy sing. She alternated between them, particularly enjoying the way Brooke's shaven snatch thrusting away. It was a stroke of genius and something Peyton would have never thought to find pleasure on in a million years. She had never been so jealous of a bedpost before. Then looking back down her slender figure to find a ravenous tongue probing and prodding her tender insiders, it was an embarrassment of riches. It turned her on just knowing that Brooke was so turned on. Peyton remembered all those talks she and Brooke would have about not feeling particularly attractive on a crappy day and how they would invariably complement each other. They could count on feeling better about themselves after such a chat, with words like 'pretty' and 'beautiful' making regular appearances. Now Peyton had to wonder what Brooke was thinking deep down in those moments, having made it clear that she featured as the girl of her dreams. What twisted fantasies and scenarios was Brooke's dirty little mind conjuring up amidst that moral comfort and support? How many sneaky glances of her butt or chest did Brooke take? Had she ever felt the urge to make a move? Would she get wet when they laid in one another's arms. Peyton made a mental note to save these questions for later.

Brooke revelled in the sounds of her sub as she peaked intensity and really went to town on her nether regions. She honed all her energy and attention to Peyton's swollen clit, firmly encompassing it with her lips and pulverising it with her potent tongue. The louder Peyton became, the harder Brooke fucked her very lucky bedpost. The brunette was the first to break and bellow with pleasure. Her ferocious humping receded and everything from her waist down was thrown into an uncontrollable worldliness but the battering to Peyton's twat only intensified. Having her best friend between her legs and riding out her own orgasm was the lit match to Peyton's igniting libido. Holy fuck did this symbol of oozing promiscuity that was Brooke Davis look good down there.
"I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come," Peyton spoke breathlessly.
"You're gonna come?" The blonde nodded in quick succession and Brooke's tongue-lashing came to a grinding halt. "I think you should ask. Go on. Ask your mistress." She wore a wicked smile that suggested she would leave her girlfriend hanging.
"Please, can I come? Please!" Peyton implored as Brooke pulled further and further away. "Please make me come," she thrashed about her cuffed hands in hopes to get them free as the dominatrix slinked off the bed completely.
"I don't know. It doesn't sound like you want to come... or that you're about to come," Brooke teased.
"Please, Brooke." Peyton's tone was rich with despair. She actually looked heartbroken and, sure, that played on Brooke's sympathy, but there was so much more fun to be had this way. Rejecting that deep need for relief at the very last moment was the cruellest and hottest thing she could have done. This was pure torture to Peyton because she was not accustomed to denial and the upcoming pay-off that would make it all worthwhile.

"Good girls know how to wait." Brooke wondered into Peyton's walk-in closet and strolled out with one of her trademark leather boots. "I've wanted to taste these for a long time too. Longer than I have your panties." Brooke leisurely ran her tongue against the sole of the footwear and the pair's eye contact turned electric again. "The way you prance around with them over your tight jeans, not getting how much of a tease it is to me. I worship the ground you walk on, Peyton." She gave it a couple more tantalising licks and then rejoined Peyton on the bed. "You have no idea how bad I've wanted to shove this pretty little heel in your pretty little pussy."
"Do it, do it, do it. God, please bury it in my cunt, you crazy bitch." Enthusiasm was high.
"Damn right I'm a crazy bitch. And you're a dirty slut, aren't you? Hmm?" Brooke squished the blonde's cheeks. "You love being a dirty bi-my dirty bitch, don't you? Pleasing your mistress... making all her fantasies come to fruition."
"Mm-hm."
"Not 'mm-hm'. Speak! What does it do to that pussy?"
"Makes it wet."
"Fucking yawn! It doesn't sound like your scrawny ass really wants this. Do you want to get off for your mistress?"
"Yes, Mistress! So bad. Let me show you. Please let me show you what a good, grateful girl I can be, Mistress."
"That's better. Now show me that gratitude! I want to see it all over your face." Brooke thrust the heel into Peyton and she came on impact. The expression of appreciation was definitely evident. Her eyes flickered and face contorted in the sexiest way possible. Brooke had always imagined the details of Peyton's body in this circumstance and could safely, being here, that it exceeded her expectations. "Fuck, Peyton! That's it, let it all out, baby. I want this whole heel dripping with your yummy cunt juice. Mmmmmm. Peytooooonnn." She planted kisses up her friend's shuddering thighs before sticking her face in the opening of the boot and inhaling like it possessed Earth's last remaining oxygen.

Your everyday person deems the combination of feet and sweat a turn-off and something never to be introduced into the bedroom, but Brooke was a complete freak. Everything about Peyton's feet excited her – the thought, taste, smell, sight – and she had no apprehension to indulge. It was certainly one of her more unique and kinky guilty pleasures. Smelling them was her appetiser and tasting the real thing was to be her main course. She moved her way down to Peyton's feet and made a short but sweet kind of love to them. Though tensed and curled at first, they gradually relaxed as Peyton's euphoria subsided. Brooke scoped out which foot was dirtiest and assigned it the utmost affection. After kissing and caressing her soles, ankles, shins and toes, Brooke had one extra special thing to try.
"You ever fucked a girl with your feet before?" The brunette wasn't looking for a verbal response here. It was a rhetorical question and Brooke could garner from her reaction that this particular idea had never bounced around in her sub's head until this moment. "I'm going to gobble up these cute little tootsies and you're going to do the rest. Understood?"
"You crazy bitch," Peyton shook her head in wonderment. Man, did this girl know how to keep a foot fetish secret or what! How had she never suspected so much as an inkling of Brooke's kinky interest?

Brooke engulfed the oh-so delicious foot before her in a way that suggested she and anacondas have more in common than anyone would think.
"Oh, my god. I bet you can fit two cocks at once in there." That visual was simply a spectacular one. "Swallow that foot. Mmm. My hot little magician... make it disappear." Peyton was awfully horny again and were it not for the restraints she would be pinching her nipples with one hand while rubbing her twat with the other. Fortuitously her feet had a little more freedom and she was able to give Brooke the mouth-drilling she so desired. "Yeah, suck on those pretty toes. Eat my dirty fucking foot, Mistress!" Peyton didn't hold back in assaulting her and it was hard to split who enjoyed it more. The saliva coaxed from Brooke's mouth made for a nice lube and her ability to deepthroat something of this magnitude was impeccable. Adult film stars can only dream of such a talented and expandable gob. Brooke made haste in getting herself off again by vigorously rubbing her clit and the message was shot to her loins in quick succession. She came with her best friend's foot pounding her suck-and-fuck hole like a jackhammer. A delighted Peyton wound down the velocity to soak up Brooke's strange but lovely little obsession. Brooke tenderly made out with her toes and it wasn't until the girls moved onto something else a few minutes later that she noticed blood had been drawn. Peyton's nails left their mark on her gums but it was a small price to pay for fulfilling a long-standing fantasy.

This night was far from over. Brooke had Peyton in a position that she never expected but always hoped for, and she would make this girl see that it wasn't just lust – it was love. Such were her feelings that she didn't want to make Peyton just her little bitch but, more importantly, her first and only lesbian partner. Every obscure perversion Brooke held, every deep seeded desire, originated and manifested in some way through this beautiful blonde bombshell with whom she was infatuated.

END OF CHAPTER 2