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Chapter 18: Strapped For Pleasure
"You're certain that this is entirely necessary?" Emma asked, flexing her fingers as she stared directly ahead, avoiding glancing downwards or towards the mirror as the steady snapping of scissors made her tense up. Breathing deeply each time a silence fell, she didn't dare move any further than she had already, not wanting to disturb Clara's delicate work down below. Frankly, she was half expecting the entire room to melt away into nothingness and for her to wake up back in the mansion, with all of this being some wild and elaborate fever dream that she had succumbed to in a drunken or psychotic stupor. Because ultimately, the would make more sense to her than the wild assertation that this was a Time Machine and that she was currently spinning through space and time to the not so distant future, from which Clara had originally come. It seemed to her that this was either some intricate ruse or she had been drugged. Perhaps that could explain her susceptibility to Clara's suggestions regarding getting her ready for the twentieth century. How the density of her pubic hair factored into that, Emma was entirely uncertain, yet she was still in a sort of numb haze when it came to comprehending what was happening, so she somewhat absent-mindedly allowed herself to get pulled away into Clara's bedroom, stripped naked and attended to by an equally naked, yet shaven bare Clara Oswald. Everything was a little strange to say the least.
"Quite necessary. This is the modern style after all," Clara smiled, gesturing to her own neatly shaven pussy as if that proved her point. It was true in some cases, yet the modern world had allowed for such an expansive variety that it could hardly be consider typical. Whilst most people were trimmed in some capacity, with very few being as wild and untamed as Emma's, most opted for a neatly managed bush, liking the contrast it provided to the tight, pursed, pink folds that often lay beneath. Clara simply found that shaven was easier access for the tongue. A key and critical aspect for a lesbian of all people.
"Is the modern style to flagrantly display your intimate areas to other people? I can't understand why I must have a neatly shaven vagina to walk around the twentieth century," Emma countered, actually managing to stop Clara momentarily in her tracks. She continued snipping away the bushier parts of her bush, before plucking a dollop of shaving cream and beginning to lather it across Emma's hair, preparing her to be neatly shaven clean. To her surprise, there wasn't that much in need of shaving. It was all congregating to just above her pussy on her crotch as opposed to often sprawling outwards like it would with some other women. As such, the first stroke of the razor easily carved through the remaining tufts, taking swift strides in rendering her bare.
"You'd be surprised how much a modern style is to 'flagrantly display your intimate areas to other people'. For some it's a hobby. Others a career," Clara smirked, thinking about the prevalence of porn and the seemingly flippant pictures often taken by celebrities, flaunting so dangerously close to the line of being dressed that it was contentious as to whether or not it was in fact safe for work. Taking another broad line away from Emma's hair, Clara smiled, "But that's besides the point. As much as I love the au natural look, it does get in the way. How much easier is it to lick a woman if there isn't a forest between you and her pussy?"
"I'm afraid I can't really attest to that," Emma laughed. The only pussy she had ever eaten was that of Clara, who was neatly shaven bare, meaning she had no way of actually contrasting that opinion. She could however admit the ease with which she could devour Clara, "Though you're shaven nature does make it somewhat easier."
"Exactly. It's not as much for you as it is for me. But that's not to say…" Clara commented, taking the last bit away. Doing a quick once over, Clara managed to attend to all the stray hairs, wiping away the lingering shaving foam before rising to her feet. Standing equally naked beside Emma, she awaited the Empath's approval, beaming proudly at her handiwork. Clara was often proud of the job she did on herself, so see that mirrored in someone else was incredibly satisfying, "That you won't like it?"
"It's… It's rather strange. I feel bare," Emma stammered, unsure of how to phrase herself. Of course, she felt bare, because she actually was. But it was a strange feeling, nonetheless. She had never felt as if she had hidden behind the nest of hair that crowned her pussy but seeing her anatomy in complete view had an unnerving expose feeling. Running her hands across the freshly shaven skin, she commented, "I feel like I'm even more naked than I was before."
"Yeah. It's got that sort of exposed feel. But if you've got a beautiful set of folds, then you ought to show them off," Clara smirked, setting down the shaving apparatus and returning to Emma. Suddenly, Clara gasped as if she had forgotten something, taking Emma by surprise. Dropping down to her knees, Clara leant forwards and planted a kiss against the woman's neatly shaven and attended to folds, pulling back with a salacious and perverse grin, "A mark of a job well done. You've got to take pride in your preparation."
"I had honestly thought you had intended to provide me with clothes for the twentieth century, not a… trim," Emma giggled, walking towards the bed with a dizzy smirk on her face. She still couldn't quite believe all of this was real, but she was quite content to stagger along, enjoying it as she went. It was a strange situation, but rather exciting nonetheless.
"Clothes come next… Erm… This might be a little trickier. I'm not going to have anything that'll fit you. You know what, we've got the wardrobes. Follow me," Clara said, riffling through her wardrobe, screwing her face up at all the clothes she had. Emma was perhaps the exact opposite of herself when it came to figure. Emma was tall and lithe, whilst Clara was shorter and plumper. Their breasts were prime example, with Emma's being pert little handfuls whereas Clara's had a pronounced bounce to them. Their asses were similar. Clara's bounced and jiggled when she walked where Emma's held perfectly, her stride only ever causing her butt to shake ever so slightly. It made sharing clothes an impossibility. Especially when Clara's bras and panties would just fall straight of the Empath. Leading the way to the door, she was stopped as Emma nervously called out.
"Out there? What If the Doctor sees us?" Emma asked nervously. After their encounter in the mansion, things went on rather unaffected. The Doctor seemed to get swept up in the events of the haunting, meaning that he didn't dare address the fact that he had fucked her. In fact, it sort of just continued on as if nothing happened. It undoubtedly contributed to the Doctor's willingness to let Emma aboard the Tardis, yet he didn't make any indication that he expected it to happen again. Still, she wasn't exactly ready to let him see her completely bare and naked. Especially with her new bald pussy.
"Oh… Right. Don't worry about him. Truth be told, he gets… pre-occupied. The Tardis… It's like a… Let's just say, I've walked butt naked through the control room and he hasn't lifted his head," Clara stuttered, trying in vain to describe the relationship the Doctor had with the Tardis, only to realise the strangeness of it all and how it was… unconventional. Brushing it aside, Clara clarified even further, "Besides, we're going in the opposite direction."
Nodding in agreement, Emma followed Clara out into the corridor, uncomfortably holding her hands over her intimate parts in an attempt to maintain her modesty. After a few steps, she abandoned that plan and simply rushed after Clara. Making their way through the Tardis, the two of them quickly arrived at the large sprawling wardrobes that Clara had described. It was absolutely magical to see the vast stores of clothing at the Doctor's disposal. There was so much stuff. Male clothing and female clothing in excess, with all the possible accessories one could want. Had Emma been concerned with fashion, she would have found herself in heaven, yet all she could comment on was how bizarre a lot of the woman's clothing was. It seemed to prioritise… revealing as opposed to concealing. But that was nothing compared to the fact that Doctor had all of this woman's clothing sitting around in his own closet.
"Why exactly does the Doctor have an exhaustive woman's wardrobe in his… Tardis?" Emma asked, managing to catch herself before she called this strange contraption a house. The question was still valid and actually stopped Clara mid-way through thought.
"Not entirely sure. I think he's had other people travelling with him before. I've never really asked. I suppose I like to think that it's all for personal use," Clara giggled, looking through the vast plethora of clothing, silently imagining the Doctor retreating to his wardrobe for a fanciful private modelling session, enjoying the various panties and bras he had tucked away.
"What? That he wears women's clothing? Don't be absurd," Emma laughed, finding the idea strange. Clara couldn't help but chortle. If she found men in women's clothing strange, then she was going to be in for a massive surprise when they left the Tardis.
"The twentieth century is going to hit you like a truck," "Right. Underwear. Let's see. Small perky breasts. A toned ass. Let's go with this," Clara beamed, pulling out a matching white lace and satin number. The panties were of a simple style, yet with elegant pattern and embroidery. The bra was a little more encompassing than a bra and had a small length of fabric that hugged an inch or two below the breast, creating a tiny bra like crop-top feel.
"This is all? Isn't it a bit… revealing. Not that that matters, because I presume that none of this is going to be seen by anyone. Again, why can't I wear my underwear?" Emma asked, a little confused as to the insistence that she was to wear this sultry clothing, when for the purposes of walking through the city. Surely this was an excessive step in a direction that didn't actually matter.
"Trust me. Try it. This isn't about practicality. If it was about practicality, we'd all be in woman's boxer shorts and sports bras," Clara smiled, trying her best to convince the woman that this was the right step. She did it with that earnest sincerity that ultimately waived Emma over, the woman sighing as she looked at the admittedly well-made underwear.
"Boxer shorts and sports bras?" Emma asked with a quizzical look, wondering what elaborate undergarments she was describing. In Emma's mind, a bra and panties were as intricate as it got. Even this slightly more encompassing bra was a little to flirtatious with the notion of elegance.
"Just, trust me…" Clara reiterated, finally prompting Emma to relent. Pulling the panties over her legs, she tugged them upwards, letting the garment sit against her bare-naked pussy. it was a bizarre sensation to say the least but was more to do with the nakedness of her pussy as opposed to the underwear itself. Next came the bra which was an easy clasp and readjust. With the underwear on, she couldn't help but feel silly. The vast regions of exposed skin weren't sexy in her mind, but a bit unseemly. Taking Emma by the shoulders, Clara repositioned her in front of the mirror, forcing her to give herself a good long look, ensuring that she gave every inch of her body an intense once over. Leaning forwards, Clara told her to look, adding, "Now. Look at yourself. Doesn't it feel good. The tender embrace of some soft silk, interspersed with swatches of fine lace… I think you look good."
"I mean… Of course. It's… It feels nice. But… Is it necessary?" Emma once again argued, still unable to admit to the sexuality of the piece. It just felt odd being on her body. Of course, when she saw Clara in her underwear, it was exciting and titillating, but with herself, it stood out painfully.
"You can walk around dressed as a librarian, or you can have some fun with it. You're cute. Beautiful. You've got a lithe, sexy appeal. As a lesbian, you'd never struggle to find girls. But… again. Librarian," Clara said, a little harshly, but she was desperately trying to crack through the façade that Emma had built up and make her see the sexiness in her exposed, half-naked body. Admittedly, Clara quite liked by the make-over artist trying to get the nervous beauty to see the delight that her own body actually was as opposed to hating themselves.
"I managed to get you naked. Then again, looking at the Doctor, I think you've got a thing for librarian looking sorts," Emma teased, watching Clara get immediately defensive; a strange sight given her flagrant nudity. It was enough to make Emma smirk as she began to try and admire herself in the view of the mirror. It wasn't that she didn't find herself attractive. It just… It just felt weird to see herself in any sexual situation. It felt voyeuristic, in a strange way.
"Hey! Don't frame it like I'm easy. Let's continue. Want to stick with librarian… Let's go sexy librarian then," Clara commented with a smile, riffling through the rack of clothing and deciding on something quite plain, yet extraordinarily sexy in comparison to what Emma was used to. It was a rendition of her simple skirt and blouse, yet with a more modern approach. Choosing a tight fitting black pencil skirt, Clara opted for a simple white blouse. The combination was typical of any standard waitress uniform, yet when put on Emma, it did wonders for bringing her beauty out of the bleak beige and into a fresher perspective. It looked even better as the woman pulled the clothing on, struggling to find the balance with the skirt. No matter how high she pulled it, or how low she tugged it down, it almost always felt inconsequential in covering herself. She could almost see the curve of her ass when Clara adjusted it, to the point that she was convinced that the outfit was expressly designed to balance that dangerous fractional line between revealing and covering her ass. The blouse was a lot more modest and Emma made sure to button it to the top, only to have Clara intervene and pop open several buttons, flaunting the meek cleavage that Emma had to offer. Pulling the collar outwards, Clara flaunted more of the woman's skin, making for a delectable sight to say the least.
"This seems… Modern," Emma commented, not used to having her legs on show. Normally, she would be wearing such a long skirt that her legs were never a problem. And whenever she opted for a shorter skirt, she wore tights or another garment to cover the pale creaminess of her skin.
"It loses its touch. But, doesn't it feel nice. A bit freer," Clara smiled, taking a step back and admiring the rather admittedly unexciting transformation. It was hardly a shift from reserved and closeted beauty to open and proud woman. It was more, closeted beauty to regular woman. The clothes could very well be sexy, but with Emma still looking quiet and meek, they kind of felt a little out of place on her.
"Are you certain I won't stick out," Emma asked, a little concerned about the clothes. She was used to blending in and knew full well that wearing an outfit like this in her time would result in a multitude of side-ways glances and hushed comments. And whilst she trusted Clara, she was half expecting to step out of the Tardis and be met with people covered head to toe.
"Not in the slightest. I'll even go without tights if it makes you feel better," Clara suggested, noting the way that Emma was running her hands along the exposed flesh of her thigh, nervously and silently criticising the slightest details of her supple and lithe legs. She was beautiful regardless.
"Okay. I trust you," Emma smiled, brushing aside her own opinions and coming to the conclusion that if Clara thought this outfit made her look good then it was best to put her faith in that than in her own closeted opinions. Beaming, Clara almost exploded in excitement, grabbing Emma by the hand and preparing to drag her back to her bedroom.
"Come on, before I tear all the clothes of you and completely nullify the past hour," Clara grinned, eager to grab her clothes from her wardrobe and get out of the Tardis. Opting for a more suggestive outfit that Emma, Clara made sure to ensure that she appeared to be the more promiscuous of the two. Just in case they were hounded, it would be better than the attention was drawn to her as opposed to Emma. With a similarly short skirt and even lower-cut top, she finished It off with an open leather jacket, one that covered the exposed skin on her arms and refined the bare flesh of her upper body to that of her steep cleavage, angling and guiding the eyes very pointedly towards her chest. And with that, they made their way out of the Tardis and into modern-day London, keen and eager to make their visit to the local shops an enjoyable one. Of course, Clara had ulterior motives. Ones she kept hidden and quiet. Almost forgetting about her companion's newfound place in an unfamiliar time, Clara had to stop herself from simply trailing off into the crowds passing by, and instead turned around to marvel at Emma's pure excitement. The newness of it all was astounding. Seeing the buildings, the cars, the massive leaps forward in technological know-how. And the people. As soon as Emma laid eyes on the people, her own beliefs regarding the provocative nature of her clothing disappeared. She saw several people with outfits akin to hers and many with their bodies even more exposed than Clara and her. Shorts that hiked high on their hips, framing their rotund asses, shirts that barely held themselves in place with a single strained button. And the dresses. They were elaborate, sultry and suggestive, yet with alluring elegance that captured the imagination. Emma had to stop herself as she realised that she was losing herself in thought, relishing the sights and sounds around her. Before she knew it, her eyes met with Clara, the plumper brunette looking at her with a grin. Smiling ear to ear, Emma raced to her side brushing aside all the hesitation and becoming keen and eager to explore this new world before her.
Clara of-course bided her time. Instead of immediately taking Emma to the place she wanted to, she allowed the woman to chart their course. They spent most of the time walking, exploring the differences in the new London to the old. Whenever Emma saw something she recognised, her mind boggled at the subtle changes. Clara made sure to hint in certain directions, prompting Emma towards a seedier part of town. Not dangerous, but a place famous for its night-life. Seeing Emma's eyes widen and her cheeks blush as Clara explained the massive neon sign above a strip-club would be the highlight of the day so far. Knowing that such places of perverse exhibitionism existed in the modern world was astounding. Strippers, flaunting their bodies and stripping naked for money. The idea seemed ludicrous. However, the delicate curves of many of the posters hinted very much at that being the case. Moving on, they went back to one of the main shopping thoroughfares, allowing for a little more time exploring, before Clara finally broke her silence on suggestions and indicated that there was an interesting shop to be found on one of the side alleys. Caught in the haze of exploring, Emma was quick to agree to the decision and the two of them made their way down a still relatively popular side alley to one of the shops that Clara found to be immensely interested. Emma ground to a halt outside of the shop door, her eyes widening as she saw what sat in the windows and the various large letters that were painted on the door.
"The Pleasure Den? What…" Emma began, confused as to what Clara was doing. Her eyes roamed the number of display pieces in the windows. Boxes stacked on top of each other, each labelled with sizes and a picture of what looked remarkably like the Doctor's anatomy. At least in shape and detail. Confused even more, Emma turned to Clara, seeing the brunette blushing slightly.
"Remember how I told you about modern… toys? How people have replicas of male bits that they use on themselves," Clara reminded her, given Emma the ability to put two and two together. These were the toys that people bought to pleasure themselves. They were specifically designed for it. How she didn't come to that conclusion on her own remained a mystery, but she easily intercepted Clara's next suggestion.
"You can't possibly expect me to…" Emma began, knowing full well that Clara had intended for her to purchase one. It wasn't that she wasn't interested, but rather the fact she would have to walk into a store and buy this from someone else. There was no sense of anonymity to it at all.
"I'm not expecting anything. But we could have a look around if you want. Trust me. The lady that works here couldn't care less. She probably sees dozens of people come through that door and you will hardly be the one that catches her attention," Clara began, talking without entirely thinking. Quickly clarifying her statement, she said, "Not that you don't catch attention, because you do… It's just… She won't think you're weird. Places like this are normal."
"Do you come here regularly?" Emma asked after a few moments, curious as to whether or not Clara would be recognised walking in. In truth, Emma knew nothing about Clara's presence in her own time. How she interacted with it herself.
"No… Not really. I bought my first here. I've been meaning to go again, but… Things got away from me. With the Doctor and all," Clara reminisced, remembering that small little trinket she had bought. Remembering the countless times, it brought her to orgasm. Looking back on it now, she was a little embarrassed that it managed to blow her mind so often given its meagre size. She was a naïve inexperienced girl back then. Much like Emma.
"Well… I suppose it couldn't hurt to look. Besides, I'm not from this time. Even if she does take notice of me, she won't be seeing me ever again," Emma sighed, conceding to her own desires to go and have a look at the selections. Smiling, Clara pulled Emma inside the door, eager to have a look at the multitude of options this small store had on offer.
Stepping inside, Emma immediately bowed her head and avoided eye contact with the woman behind the register, allowing Clara to pull her towards the back of the store. There was a large wall of mass-produced toys in increasing sizes and colours. The range was exhaustive. Towards the bottom of the shelves were the more unusual ones that seemed to be somewhat bespoke. In amongst the range, Clara spotted the same type as her very first one, her eyes widening as she saw just how small it actually was. In her mind it was at least an inch or two larger. Brushing that aside, Clara watched Emma's eyes widen in astonishment at the sheer variety.
"There are so many of them. And so many colours…" Emma breathed. It was unfathomable as to why there was such choice in objects like this. And why there were such a variety of colours. Surely one colour that looked the same as a real cock was the only thing that was necessary.
"These are big thing for people. They like them customized. They do a lot more than you imagine," Clara smirked, reaching out and grabbing a sizable nine-inch cock with a black rigid plastic base. Tipping it forward, she flicked the switch on the base and grinned as it began to shudder and shake, the weight of the cock causing it to flop back and forth, "A lot of these are vibrators."
"Vib… Vibrators? Why on earth would you want a vibrator?" Emma stammered breathlessly, quickly catching herself before she made any louder remarks. Seeing the bafflement on Emma's face was quite surprising, yet Clara was quick to take advantage of the opportunity. Glancing over at the woman behind the counter, Clara made sure they were sequestered away enough. Reaching into her purse, she plucked out a condom. Quickly tearing open the packet, she rolled it over the head of the shuddering dildo. As promiscuous as Clara was, she knew how often these shops could be used by people with lower standards than herself. Shamelessly hiking up Emma's skirt, much to the woman's horror, Clara silenced any attempt Emma made to cover herself up by simply pressing the vibrating toy against her panty-clad pussy. Emma's hands froze mid-way through trying to pull her skirt down, her lips parting in a deep and silent moan. The shuddering plastic thrummed against her slit, shaking and gyrating against her sensitive flesh. She had to bite her lip to stifle the moan that was trying to push through her breathing. The vibrating plastic bounced back and forth against her sensitive flesh, pulsating against the rising throb of her engorged clit. Grinning lustfully, Clara rocked the toy back and forth, massaging it along the cleft of Emma's pussy, steadily dampening the woman's panties as the fabric pressed firmly against her folds. The slickness growing between her thighs soaked into the fabric, with the delicate underwear almost perfectly outlining her folds, with the vibrator serving to coax and nestle the underwear further into the intricate depths of her pussy. Watching the pleasure ripple across Emma's face was immensely satisfying for Clara, with the plumper brunette positioning herself so that she could get a better angle, continuously and rhythmically driving the toy along her folds, steadily building the pent-up pleasure in Emma's body. The warmth of her pussy began to intensify and whilst Clara was conscious of their public nature, she always wanted to see Emma writhing in pure pleasure.
"This is why you want a vibrator…" Clara purred salaciously, pulling the toy upwards. Bringing it further up, she angled it so the tip pressed against Emma's stomach, meaning that a single downward thrust sent the toy slipping into her panties. Gasping softly, Emma clasped a hand to her lips, silencing herself as the toy thrust right up against her folds. The pleasure intensified as the sensations were no longer tempered through a layer of lace and satin. The vibrations coursed directly through her pussy, tingling along her slit and sending shuddering sensations of pleasure twisting through her core. Surprised just how much satisfaction the woman was getting out of a simple vibrator, Clara concluded that the utter alien nature of a vibrator, paired with her relative inexperience would only serve to amplify and already satisfying pleasure. Breathing heavily, Emma's lips quivered, her attempts to speak words being immediately muffled by Clara's rocking movements. Her entire body seemed to seize with pleasure any time the vibrating plastic ground close to her clit. And when it pressed directly against the bud of pure ecstasy, it always did enough to elicit a soft and hushed moan from Emma, the woman clinging to a nearby rack for support. Testing the waters, Clara glanced back over at the shopkeeper, ensuring their fun remained silent and unnoticed. Teasing the very entrance of Emma's pussy, Clara took immense satisfaction in bringing the brunette closer and closer to that inevitable edge. Her folds shimmered subtly, her pussy clenched and spasmed, and her moans steadily dripped from between her lips; all of which was paired with her silent murmurings, begging Clara not to go too far. Not to stop, but rather not to take it beyond what she could already handle.
With one final glance to ensure they weren't going to get caught, Clara peeled Emma's panties further downwards and turned the toy upwards. With a slow and steady push, Clara sank the plastic deep inside of her, causing Emma to bite down hard on her lip, grasping at Clara's shoulder for support. Her legs began to quiver and shake as she struggle to remain upright, each deep push of the toy only serving to send more endless thrums of pleasure through her body. The pleasure that she thought to be utterly intense when running along the outside of her folds became all encompassing when it was sheathed inside her. The steady vibrating of the toy spasmed and shuddered against every inch of her insides, sending her into peals of quivering moans. Every sensitive aspect of her insides was being pushed to limits she never even thought possible as they were constantly bombarded with gyrating thrums of pleasure. Clara revelled in this, watching Emma's face contort and twitch in a bunch of newfound ways, the woman experiencing pleasure she didn't think possible. Her mind had been limited to the typical nature of pleasure. A rigid unmoving object sinking into her pussy. Whether it was fingers or a man's anatomy. Now, that rigid object was not so rigid and didn't passively slip into her depths. It was moving at intense speeds, seemingly bombarding her nerve endings with constant waves of pleasure. And Clara had only taken it to the first of five settings. Not wanting to push their luck however, Clara was quick to notice that they weren't exactly inconspicuous. Plunging the last three inches of the toy inside of Emma, Clara allowed her a few moments of tantalising exceptional pleasure, before pulling the toy out and giving Emma a chance to breathe normally. Moving quickly, Clara showed a strange deftness to her ability to get everything back in place. She pulled Emma's panties and skirt back into position before pulling the condom of the dildo and tossing it in a nearby bin. Giving the toy a once over with a handwipe, she placed it back on the shelf, returning to her inconspicuous browsing. And just in time as the woman behind the counter came to check on them, finding Clara pondering intensely as to the appropriate sized toy she wanted to buy. The only thing out of place was the deep blush on Emma's cheeks which was normal amongst the meeker girls in the store.
"I assume this place isn't a try before you buy kind of store?" Emma murmured with a hushed whisper as she turned to help Clara in her pretend search for the ideal toy. The attendant quickly left them alone as soon as it was clear they weren't fucking each other with the toys, a legitimate issue in the industry.
"No. They generally frown upon that kind of thing," Clara smirked, looking at the worried look that flashed across Emma's face as she suddenly became even more conscious of herself in a place she was already fretting about. Seeing that look on her face, Clara quickly interrupted, "But doesn't that make it somewhat exciting? Breaking the rules. Having a bit of fun. Besides, we're in a literal cornucopia of sexual opportunity."
"I suppose. But I'd rather not get in trouble," Emma replied, glancing over her shoulder repeatedly, doing her best to remain on her best behaviour after her brief moment of lustful relief. Breaking the rules in a time that wasn't her own had a strange element of discomfort about it.
"You only get in trouble if you get caught. Now, I wanted to show you these…" Clara beamed, grabbing Emma by the hand and pulling her into the next display, her eyes widening as they looked at the collection. There were a multitude of different harnesses, all of them adorned with a dildo, creating a salacious strapon. Some came with replaceable dildos, allowing for customisation, whilst a number of them focused on creating an equal share of pleasure with internal additions that allowed the person wearing the harness to feel more pleasure than they normally would. Once again, they were all incredibly intricate and had a distinct sense of craftmanship about the details, with a wide variety of styles and colours.
"My word… they… you weren't kidding. That's a…" Emma breathed, stunned by the fact that Clara hadn't been lying. The plumper brunette grabbed one of the more complex harnesses and handed it to Emma. It had a small dildo on the inside of the harness with a textured patch of plastic resting just above it; perfectly positioned to angle against the wearer's clit. There also appeared to be a fixture that would allow the addition of rear dildo for anal, meaning hat the wearer could have a multitude of sources of pleasure, all the while relishing in the delightful fantasy of fucking someone else.
"Want to try it on?" Clara grinned, knowing full well that Emma would look utterly divine sporting one. Whilst she had always wanted to have a strapon and to wear one, she knew that Emma would benefit from the alluring prospect of sporting a cock more so than she would. After all, she could always come back and buy herself one if she wanted. Not that she would have a use for it. Unless… Unless the Doctor decided he was keen to experiment a little more. Pushing that thought back for now, she looked at Emma's uncertain face.
"I thought they wouldn't allow that?" Emma asked, not outright saying no to the idea out of principle, but rather the circumstances. Clara felt a shiver of excitement around the notion that Emma would have been giddy to wear a strapon had they not been in the store. Not wanting to waste the opportunity, Clara leapt into action.
"One second," Clara responded, disappearing towards another portion of the shop. Grabbing a wide variety of panties, bras and various other lingerie items, Clara filled her arms with the garments, gathering enough that it would feasibly take at least an hour to try them all on and judge them appropriately. Returning to Emma, Clara began to add them to the woman's arms, swathing the strapon in layers of fabric, obscuring it from view, "Hold these. Use the fabric to cover the toy."
"You want me to try all of this?" Emma gawked, seeing some frankly ludicrous sets of underwear being flung into her arms. Thongs that would barely cover a single fold of her pussy, and bras that purposefully lacked the fabric to cover her nipples. It all seemed utterly bizarre, yet she didn't get a straight answer from Clara as she was grabbed by the arm and pulled to the back of the shop.
"Shush. Come with me," Clara murmured, taking Emma to a set of doors at the back of the open space. Turning towards the attendant, Clara called out to get her attention, "We're going to try a couple different sets of lingerie if that's alright?"
"No problem. Let me know if I can help with anything," the attendant called back, giving them the go ahead to enter the changing rooms. Ducking through the doors, Clara quickly locked them behind her, trapping her and Emma in a small changing room, their bodies pressed a little closer than either of them had hoped. Yet, neither of them was complaining about the up close and personal confines they were now in. If anything, the warm embrace of the other was a welcome treat.
"Here we go. Nice and private. Go on. Give it a go," Clara encouraged, taking as far a step back as she could, watching eagerly as Emma held the contraption up, pulling the harness straps to the side, lifting the various stretches of leather and adjusting the various plastic fixtures. It all seemed needlessly complicated.
"I… It seems so complicated," Emma breathed, holding the strapon up. Taking charge of the situation, Clara set the strapon aside and began to unbutton Emma's shirt. It took very little effort to pull the white garment from her skin, quickly unfastening her bra. Pulling the undergarment away, Clara looked at Emma's exposed breasts, savouring their supple perkiness as her nipples hardened in the cool chill of the room, "Why do I need this off?"
"Because… I want to see them," Clara smirked, enunciating her words with a playful tweak of Emma's nipples, the woman giggling as she batted Clara's hands away. Next came the skirt and panties, with Clara unceremoniously tugging them downwards and throwing them aside, leaving Emma standing completely naked. Grabbing the strapon, she slipped Emma's feet through the leg straps, pulling the harness upwards until it slipped over her hips. Tightening the waist strap, Clara angled the inward facing dildo towards Emma's pussy. Sliding it deep inside, she pressed the front of the harness firmly against Emma's shaven crotch before tightening each of the other straps, fixing the toy in place on her hips. Moaning softly as the dildo settled inside her, Emma took a look at herself in the mirror, her heart skipping a beat. She looked good. Sporting a thick plastic cock was utterly intoxicating. It was a strange feeling to say the least. It felt almost as if her confidence was bolstered by the unique appendage. It gave a her a sense of dominance that served to catalyse her opinion of herself. The change was immediately noticeable, with her stance changing to a sultrier demeanour, her hips cocking themselves as she pushed her chest outwards. Clara relished seeing the woman with a strange perverse confidence in herself, admiring the curves of her body now that they were perversely accentuated by a thick plastic length between her thighs. Not daring to interrupt Emma's inner monologue, Clara simply began to slip her own skirt downwards, swiftly taking her panties with them. Kicking them aside, Clara undid her blouse, peeling away her bra with a ravenous hunger for the pleasure that cock could provide. Seeing Emma sporting it with such passion was utterly divine. The woman even dropped a hand to the cock, lightly passing her fingers along the length, stroking herself as she got into the fantasy of it being real. With a perverse smile, Clara asked, "What do you think?"
"It feels good. I just… I like it. I really like it. How much does it cost?" Emma asked, her heart almost sinking as she wondered if her money would be suitable. Little did she know, Clara was instantly invested in this newfound perverse confidence and she was willing to shill out an immense amount of money to facilitate it.
"I'm paying. On one condition," Clara grinned with a perverse look on her face. Emma turned to her, noting that salacious smile and immediately catching on. Instead of simply blurting out what she usually would, Emma was able to think a moment. She stopped herself and added a salacious drawl to what would have normally been an oblivious question.
"What's that?" she asked, knowing full well what Clara wanted. She wanted it as well. Wearing the thick strapon was one thing, but she had the decided urge to know how it felt to actually fuck someone. To claim them with an extension of your own anatomy and send them hurtling through realms of pleasure with a single thrust of her hips.
"Well, we really should test that it works as intended?" Clara purred softly, taking a small step forward and immediately finding her range of Emma's cock. The very tip brushed against Clara's thigh, sending a shiver through her spine as she felt that supple plastic length.
"You mean by using it?" Emma said, feigning a startled ignorance as she smiled ear to ear. Trying to pretend that she was nervously contemplating the suggestion, Emma said with a salacious smile, "Well, the attendant is under the impression that we are trying on all these clothes. It would be suspicious if we were to leave now."
"I'm liking this side of you," Clara giggled, wrapping her arms around Emma's neck and pulling her into a deep intense kiss. The strapon slipped between her thighs, with the size difference between Emma and Clara meaning that the fat length was directly resting against her pussy folds. Moaning into Emma's lips, Clara savoured the sensation of their tongues writhing together in unison, their lips crashing back and forth with renewed, heated vigour. Instead of playing the passive inexperienced woman, Emma held her ground, resting her hands-on Clara's hips, pulling the brunette closer to herself as their tongues grew more and more animated with one another. It was an invigorating feeling to meet Clara on her own terms, as opposed to simply allowing her tongue to explore freely. For the first time, their kisses actually felt like a heated embrace; a battle between two tongues as opposed to one dominating its timid counter-part. And as such, Clara practically melted with arousal and delight, her pussy radiating the purest form of lustful desire, growing intensely hungry for the perverse satisfaction of a good old-fashioned fuck. Or… a new-fashioned fuck. Strapons were hardly a traditional means of fucking someone. The thrill of a new experience kept Clara permanently on the cusp of moaning, a sensation that caused her to be constantly making noises of sexual satisfaction, right up until their lips parted and she let out in a low husky growl, her lips curled into a perverse smile, "We've got about fifty minutes."
"Let's get to it then," Emma grinned, their lips lunging back against each other, this time with their bodies becoming tightly pressed against one another. Their breasts spilled and pushed into the others, with Clara's juicier bust almost smothering and enveloping Emma's perter breasts. Their nipples poked and prodded into the tender, pliable flesh. Emma, feeling the heat of Clara's pussy, began to lightly thrust her hips, testing the waters with her newfound appendage. Dragging her strapon back and forth, she teased Clara's pussy, prying her folds apart and sending shivers of pleasure through the shorter brunette's body. The tender friction of the cock grinding against her sensitive folds, the gentle smack of their crotches meeting, made for a scintillating sense of satisfaction on Clara's part. Feeling Emma thrust faster and faster, fucking the cleft of her pussy, Clara found her lips pulling slowly away from Emma's, her moans becoming constant and unending, growing in intensity as Emma bit her lip. She revelled in the reaction she was having on her, delighting in the simple way a quick thrust could make her shiver with delight. Experimenting with different angles and speeds, Emma quickly found the rhythm that made Clara squirm. It was nothing short of satisfying to be able to elicit this sort of reaction from her with something as simple as a thrust. Each stroke of her cock increased Emma's affinity for the toy, her heart soaring the more she became acquainted with it.
Clara relished the newfound eagerness with which Emma was acting. The woman's hands worked down over Clara's body, sliding around to grab at the woman's plumper, juicer rear end. Moaning into her lips, Emma pulled Clara forwards by her arse, their bodies pressing tighter together than before. Grinning into the kiss, Clara melted in Emma's passionate groping, the woman now relishing the juiciness of Clara's rear. Sinking each of her digits into Clara's ass cheeks, the brunette savoured the depth to which she could pluck and pull at the pliable handfuls. Squeezing so hard that she left faint handprints in Clara's creamy skin, Emma pulled her lips away, having to let out a deep and hungry moan of pleasure before launching back forwards with her lips. Continuing her steady rhythmic movements, sawing her hips back and forth, Emma could feel Clara's slickness intensifying, her folds becoming wetter and wetter with each push of her cock. Of course, Emma couldn't see the wetness, but she knew that Clara was properly dripping. Every hesitation that the taller girl felt towards doing this in a public place was lost in that moment as her deep-seated desires took a hold. Her hunger and lust to feel Clara's pussy spasming and twitching around her newfound cock was more intense than anything. She didn't care if the attendant burst in and caught them. That rush of excitement; that quiver of delight, was all enough to make her head swim. She felt like she was having an out-of-body experience. Like she wasn't herself. It was intoxicating, thrilling and just plain pleasurable. The slightest twitch of the plastic cock inside of her was enough to make her moan hungrily, desperate for this to continue further. For the first time, Emma took control, guiding the pleasure in the direction she desired. Her experience with cock was limited but given that Clara had started their experience with the Doctor with a blowjob, Emma felt as if it would be only right to start this experience similarly. Even if it would lack the physical pleasure of sucking a real cock.
Pulling away from Clara, Emma took a step back, her hand instinctively dropping down to her new appendage, passing her hand back and forth across its length. Moving forwards, intent on continuing their snog, Clara was met with resistance as Emma encouraged her down onto her knees. Melting into that new position, Clara took to being on knees in front of Emma with a renewed vigour. Seeing that thick cock bouncing between those lithe, creamy thighs was a delicious sight to say the least. On her knees, Clara shuffled forwards, bringing her lips closer to the head of the cock. Wrapping her hand around the base, Clara pushed firmly downwards towards Emma's crotch, applying more pressure than she would to a normal cock. That plunge of her hand elicited a moan of pleasure from Emma as the dildo inside of her bounced deeper into her cunt, giving her bursts of pleasure as Clara leant forwards to begin her work. Clasping her lips around the head of the cock, Clara tasted her own sweetness on the woman's shaft, savouring the delicious taste of herself. It wasn't something that she often did, but on the few occasions that she was given an opportunity to delight in how good she tasted, she found herself properly relishing it. The best was when she could taste herself on someone's tongue, further encouraging her to devour and weave her own tongue across theirs in hopes of devouring even more of that nectar taste.
Lapping at the shaped head of the dildo, Clara licked it clean of her arousal, ensuring that her tongue traced along the curved edge of the bulbous tip, licking clean every nook she could. Finally, she pushed her lips further down, sinking an inch into her mouth before allowing her tongue to work ravenously across the newfound plastic delight. Curling her tongue across the new portion of cock, she did the exact same to it as she did the head, ensuring that she had cleaned it of all the arousal she could get, before claiming another inch. It was slow and stunted, but it was still satisfying for her. Licking a cock clean was always fun. On the other hand, Emma was watching with absolute reverence for the sight before her. It wasn't pleasurable for her, with the only physical stimulation coming from Clara's hand pressing the inner toy deeper inside of her. However, watching Clara suck on a cock from the position that was universally reserved for a man, made for an experience she would be forgetting. With each inch that slipped into Clara's mouth -soon to be her throat- Emma felt the toy become more and more of an extension of herself. Despite no pleasure flooding her body, she still let out hoarse moans of approval whenever another inch disappeared inside those luscious lips of hers, all the while silently wishing that she could experience the heavenly delight of having a real tangible, physical cock for Clara to suck on. She couldn't help but lose herself in the imagination of what that delight would feel like. If a cock was akin to a pussy in terms of pleasure, it would be like having her entire pussy enveloped in the warm embrace of a tight, wet hole. The mere thought sent shivers through her pussy.
Threading a hand through Clara's hair, Emma coached her further along the cock, with Clara easily swallowing several more inches, licking them clean, before allowing the cock to rest against her throat. Her deepthroat skills had steadily been improving and whilst the Doctor's length remained illusively large, Emma's was a more manageable length. As soon as Clara saw the base of her cock within only a couple inches, she knew that she was going to put her throat to work. Swallowing dutifully, she took the cock into her throat, a quiver spasming along her gullet, trying in vain to get her to gag. Smothering that urge, she inched forwards, her outstretched lips taking more and more. It was a slow process, yet Emma was given the delight of feeling the tension of the plastic as it ran down Clara's throat. She could feel it bending and pressing against her tightness, and whilst it didn't feel pleasurable, there was a perverse sense of satisfaction in feeling that experience. Holding Clara's hair from her eyes, Emma leant back, clinging to wall as if her body was being bombarded with delight. Finally, Clara pushed past that last inch, her throat clenching as she finally started to gag. She fought it off, pressing her lips tightly against the base, replacing the pressure of her hand with the pressure of her lips, meaning that the dildo inside of Emma was being pushed solely by Clara's lips. The scintillating thought was enough to make Clara let out a hoarse moan, one that sparked a series of wild and uncontrollable splutters, causing her to pull her lips backwards, saliva streaking down her chin as she left Emma's strapon dripping with spittle. It was drenched in saliva with every remnant of Clara's arousal being replaced with glossy saliva.
Before Emma could pass comment, Clara lunged forwards, taking the cock back inside of her. Plunging her lips downwards, she began to bob her head back and forth, the wet, sloppy, suckling sounds filled the small changing room, the slapping of plastic against Clara's lips making for a deliciously slick symphony. Emma once again began to moan as Clara got progressively more into the pleasure of guzzling her cock, treating it like a real cock, lathering it in saliva, her hands working in tandem to jerk the cock off, twisting downwards with each wild and hungry plunge. More saliva trickled down Clara's lips, with smear streaking across her cheek. Each bob of her head drove her pussy wild with carnal satisfaction, her clit throbbing and begging for attention. Clara would have happily given it if she wasn't so engrossed and consumed in savouring the thick cock plunging into her gullet. She didn't take it right down to the base, but found a happy medium in which her throat got plenty stretched, yet without the uncontrollable gags. Emma couldn't help but feel that if she was a man and her cock was real, she would have emptied herself all over the rounded, sticky cheeks of the supple brunette. The agency that Emma had displayed earlier towards taking control melted entirely away as she lost herself amidst the joyous haze of watching Clara impale her throat, knowing full well that the woman was talented when it came to oral. It gave Emma a twinge of embarrassment as she watched Clara so lovingly and diligently pleasuring a fake cock, all for the perverse satisfaction that the mere act gave them. Whilst Clara was doing that, Emma had done little to reciprocate.
Once again, taking charge, Emma pulled Clara's lips begrudgingly away from her cock and brought the woman up to her feet. Stealing a lavish and luscious kiss once more, Emma turned the woman around. Breathing lustfully, Clara proudly presented her arse, pushing her cheeks outwards, ready for whatever was going to come of it. Expecting to feel the slick intrusion of a well-lubricated cock, Clara was pleasantly surprised as she felt Emma's hands sink deep into her ass, peeling apart her heavy cheeks and revealing her glistening pussy and tight, puckered asshole. Instead of a cock, Clara felt the hot breath of a ravenous woman, with Emma now crouched behind her, eyeing up the loosened, dripping folds that Clara had between her thighs. Biting her lip in anticipation, Clara felt herself suddenly tense up as Emma lunged forwards, replacing her soft temperament with a hungry one. Her tongue carved along Clara's pussy, roaming and flicking wildly back and forth, tasting the sweetness that Clara had already devoured. Pushing her lips forwards, she buried herself amidst the slickness, her nose being drenched by the slick arousal coating Clara's pussy. Her tongue worked rapidly as she explored the loosened folds, working to reacquaint herself with Clara's anatomy whilst in this new position. It took a moment to adjust, but soon enough, her tongue was working the brunette's pleasure swollen clit, flicking and playing with it to encouragement of Clara's pleasured moans. Pushing her rear further back in an attempt to smother the poor girl in the juicy flesh of her luscious rear end, Clara simply allowed Emma to take control. Whilst Clara could feel somewhat like a control freak at time, the submission to a woman like Emma was an instance she was willing to relent in. Allowing her unrestrained access to her pussy, Clara felt her folds beginning to tingle, the pleasure lingering for a couple seconds as Emma's tongue darted elsewhere, hungry to taste more of the woman and to feel her warm, thrumming flesh smothering her face. It was uncharacteristic to say the least, yet Emma didn't care to dissect what she was thinking. It felt like she had let her hair down. Like she was simply doing what she pleased without fear of the social repercussions. After all, travelling forwards in time and ending up in a small room with a woman she trusted, limited the possibility of series ramifications. She didn't have to care at this point.
Finding Clara's entrance, Emma wasted no time in sinking her tongue deep into her cunt. Sliding as far forwards as she can, Emma properly submerged herself amidst Clara's folds, pushing into her slickness so deep as to block her own nose amidst the slickened flesh of Clara's pussy. Her tongue managed to wriggle deeper than ever before, silencing Clara's moans with a sharp gasp of surprise. Maintaining her position, Emma eventually had to pull back for air, but was quick to dart back in, suckling on one of Clara's folds, flicking it back and forth within her mouth before audibly letting it pop from her mouth. Running the flat of her tongue from Clara's clit to the base of her cunt, Emma ensured that she was still dripping wet and made sure that she didn't miss a single delicious bead of Clara's arousal. Hearing the woman moan in response to her movements was the greatest reward Emma could have hoped for, wanting nothing more than to bask in the delicious sounds of Clara orgasming again and again. Whilst she hadn't brought the girl to orgasm yet with her tongue, she was sinking steadily closer to that delectable moment of utter bliss. Moans flooded and filled the changing room, with Clara's taking precedent over Emma's more muffled attempts as letting her own pleasure known. However, the most curious sound taking place was a soft slapping sound. Unbeknownst to Clara, Emma's hand was wrapped around her cock, jerking back and forth, adding the fapping sound to their salacious interaction. Each pump of her hand rocked the inward facing dildo back and forth, teasing her with the promise of more delightful pleasure. But primarily, it just felt good in Emma's hand. Cradling her cock felt right and stroking it felt even more so.
With Clara's pussy dripping wet and the strapon soaked in saliva, it was becoming increasingly obvious that they were heading towards a final climactic union of the two. Pulling back, Emma gave Clara's pussy one final lick, before spitting a mouthful of saliva down onto her folds, with her fingers quickly massaging it across her slickness. As if they needed any further lubrication. Rising to her feet, Emma continued to pump her hand along her cock, watching Clara look over her shoulder, pushing her ass back hungrily. Breathing deeply, Emma began to feel a scintillating delight take over her. Suddenly, her breathing began to grow more laboured, with the woman lowering her hand down to Clara's pussy in order to test the waters. Brushing a finger along the cleft of her slit, Emma grinned. The pleasure thrummed not only through Clara's pussy, but also her own. An empathic connection was formed between them, with the sensations of pleasure being amplified in Emma's body. Her own pussy held the delightful pleasure of having a dildo plunged inside, only to then have that satisfying feeling accentuated by Clara's quivering folds. The promise of plunging a cock into Clara's pussy, threatened to overwhelm Emma with the physical pleasure of having two cocks inside of one of her holes, a prospect that made her weak in the knees. Breathing deeply, she took a step forwards, her hand guiding her strapon towards Clara's pussy, feeling desperate to sheathe the toy inside. As soon as she found the indent of her hole, Emma thrust forwards, easing the toy inside, closing her eyes to welcome the newfound realm of pleasure she was experiencing, only to have her eyes roll open, her lips part, and the pleasure to begin resonating through her body. Yet not from her pussy, but instead her asshole.
As soon as Emma pierced Clara's asshole, there a momentary lapse in focus between the two as the stopped to savour the moment. In Clara's mind, she couldn't believe that Emma would be so perverse as to impale her ass as opposed to her pussy, remaining oblivious to it being a mistake and simply relishing the feeling of having a cock inside her rear. It was much smaller than the Doctor, so the pleasure was less in that delightfully feeling of being stretched and more in the carnal satisfaction she derived from fullness. On Emma's side, it was shock and surprise from that sensation being mirrored in her own body. The woman hadn't ever taken anything actually in her ass and whilst she had felt the Doctor fucking Clara's rear end through vicarious means, she hadn't felt the physical, tangible presence of something inside of her ass. And whilst this wasn't a situation like that, she still felt a pronounced newness to it as she was the driving force behind the movement, with her hips being directly linked to that tightness in her ass. Instead of pulling back, she felt an urge to continue. After all, this was her opportunity to test the waters. The be the one in control of plumbing her ass as opposed to having her senses bombarded. Her previous empathic anal adventures had been hallmarked by pure rabid intensity, with the pleasure becoming so overwhelming that it didn't really matter that her ass was getting fucked. She was yet to feel those intricate details of a cock easing into her arse and so, having an opportunity to take it nice and slow was something she was acutely excited for. After taking a moment to adjust herself to the newfound intrusion, Emma steadily adjusted her position, replacing her previous desire to slam into Clara with a more moderate approach. She could feel her own ass twitching and winking in response to the empathic version of the strapon length. Breathing deeply, Emma grasped Clara's hips tightly, sinking her thumbs into the woman's juicy flesh, and beginning to slide her cock forwards.
Slowly inching her hips forwards, Emma's moans became hoarse and fraught with intense pleasure. The thrum of the dildo in her pussy became less and less of a resonating sense of bliss and was instead replaced by the slow push into her ass. It was strange. She felt herself stretch, yet the feelings she was feeling were those of Clara, who was exceptionally experienced with anal, meaning that the ache of being filled with a cock didn't quiver through Emma's body. Instead, she was simply given that sumptuous pleasure, the pleasure that was flooding through Clara's body with each inch that disappeared inside of her. Emma couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed, yet she was quick to curb the urge to simply melt into a shivering mess and instead allowed the pleasure to steadily build In her core, twisting into an orgasm. Moans dripped from her mouth, as she slowly pressed her crotch against Clara's rear end, sinking the entirety of the cock inside of Clara's pussy, her breathing growing ragged as she experienced the feeling of being filled with a cock. It was strange. Instead of the hammering pleasure that she had previously associated with being fucked in the ass, Emma was now feeling a distinct… satisfaction. Almost as if it was a feeling of pride. Which it was. There was nothing Clara felt more satisfied with herself, both sexually and personally, than having the entirety of a cock inside of her ass. Normally, that would be the Doctor's cock, but she still felt equally accomplished in taking Emma's strapon. Her pussy quivered, the shudders of pleasure that ran along her pussy becoming intensified when layered over Emma's own pussy derived pleasure, creating a lattice of pure pleasure that made her grin lustfully. Yet… Emma couldn't help but feel unfulfilled. She felt Clara's pride, yet none of her own. She was experiencing anal, but without the contrast of being stretched. Clara had refined the sensation of anal down to only the pleasure, meaning that Emma was reaping the reward without the work. That was the reason why Emma was so hesitant to allow her ass to be touched. Her experiences with Clara's anal sensations told her that nothing but boundless pleasure awaited impalement in her ass, yet she knew that that wouldn't be the case with herself.
Beginning to work her hips back and forth, Emma lightly fucked Clara's ass, being more conscious of her own pleasure as opposed to Clara. Had the empathic ties not been there, she would have simply rammed into Clara in the way that she knew the plumper brunette adored. However, as much as Emma relished the pleasure that such intensity provided, she knew she would only get a few thrusts before he legs grew weaker. She had to balance the levels of pleasure with her own stamina so as to not fuck the air out from beneath her and send her collapsing to the floor. It was a strange thing to have to think about, but Emma found herself focussing on pleasure more and more as the cock carved effortlessly into Clara's waiting ass. Moans flooded from Clara's lips as she relished the feeling of a good cock working her ass. It was different than the Doctor's, and not explicitly better, but it still had a delectable feeling of gratification in it. Especially as she felt the ripples of impact shuddering through her ass cheeks whenever Emma thrust herself forwards. Moaning loudly, Clara didn't feel the necessity to lower her hand to her folds, with her ass providing more than enough pleasure to keep her shuddering happily towards an orgasm, her smile contorting in one of definite glee. Her arousal still managed to trickle and run over her thighs, her legs becoming progressively slicker the more she grew wetter. The only thing that was missing from the artificial cock was a heavy pair of balls to smack against her pussy, giving her that satisfying burst of pleasure as they gently pressed into her sensitive flesh.
Each thrust took more and more out of Emma, the woman fighting to stay upright as the pleasure steadily got the better of her. And despite that, she couldn't help but focus in on the feeling of her own ass tightening and flexing as a result of the empathic pleasure. It was like it was calling to her. Begging her to take that next immortal step her sexual awakening. Continuing to drive her hips forwards, Emma subconsciously felt a hand pull away from Clara's hip, resting itself on her own waist. Slowly, it crept backwards, hooking inside the harness and peeling it to one side. Before she knew it, her hand was clasping one of her pert ass cheeks, peeling it aside as the tips of her fingers rested in the depth of her crack. One finger, her index finger, rested against her asshole. It was slick from Clara's arousal, glistening and perfectly lubricated. Without really thinking, she began to tease her entrance, all the while maintaining her moving hips. The steady thrust was almost a comforting rhythmic distraction, allowing her to continue to flood her body with pleasure as she tentatively took this bold step. Eventually, she felt her hole becoming more and more receptive to the digit, with that finger applying more and more pressure to the tightened entrance. Slowly, but surely, she felt the very tip pierce her ass, her lips stretching and contorting into a wild moan. No sound escaped her lips as she pushed inwards, the finger curling into her asshole, sinking deeper and deeper into her hole. The moment the tip had entered her, she couldn't stop and found herself plunging that finger deep into her asshole, burying it right up to the knuckle in a matter of seconds. Suddenly, she felt that feeling of being stretched. She felt more stretched by that finger than by feeling the strapon pierce Clara, developing a unique contrast between both of their rear ends. It was intense, unique and the final step to pushing Emma over the edge and into the sweet oblivion of delicious orgasmic pleasure. Despite her having more pleasure bombarding her body, Emma still kept pace with Clara's orgasm, given the plumper girl had gotten a head start with more direct oral attention.
As such, their moans peaked together, with Clara biting her lip as pleasure rolled across her sultry face, maintaining an attractive allure with her perverse smile. Emma, however, found herself becoming distinctly consumed by the pleasure, her face tightening as she moaned loudly, shattering any sultry allure and replacing it with raw sexual pleasure. It was the kind of carnal look that plainly wore the level of intensity she was feeling. Anyone who looked at her would undoubtedly feel an empathetic quiver in their own loins as they saw the way the pleasure was ravaging her. She kept that finger twisted inside her ass as she thrust into her orgasm, her body tightening as her lips made silent moans. It took a moment for her voice to catch up with her, resulting in a deep-seated growl of satisfaction ringing through the changing room the moment that she could bring an audible distinction to her pleasure. Clara was stunned by the sounds coming from Emma and glanced over her shoulder as her own orgasm subsided, to see Emma still reeling. Eventually, she pulled backwards, collapsing onto the small chair in the room, breathless and exasperated, a thin sheen of sweat gleaming across her body. Her breathing was ragged and her chest rose and fell faster and faster. It didn't take long for both Clara and Emma to determine that public sex was definitely not the avenue for Emma to explore, given her temperament to have intense orgasms brought about by her unique abilities. Still, that didn't stop Clara from admiring that glossy sheen on the woman's deliciously naked body. Standing upright, Clara passed her fingers amidst her folds, lightly teasing her clit as she watched Emma recover.
"That strapon suits you more than I can describe," Clara grinned, admiring the way it held on her body. The straps accentuated her frame deliciously well and the way the cock flopped between her thighs was so alluring given her slim and slender physique.
"Thank… Thank you…" Emma breathed, clearing her throat as she blushed deeply; partly from the compliment and partly as a result of her racing heart pounding through her chest. Slumping backwards, she finally wrestled her breath back into control, able to clear her thoughts and process the intense experience she had just had. She felt the connection with Clara snap at the apex of her orgasm, meaning that she was completely in a world of her own pleasure now.
"I don't want to hurry you, but we're pushing our luck at the moment. We should probably finish up and get out of here before the attendant figures out what we're doing," Clara commented, grabbing her panties and bra and hurrying to get dressed. She didn't exactly want to end up banned from this shop given its useful position near her home. However, Emma was still recuperating.
"Right… Erm… Give me a sec to…" Emma breathed, beginning to unfasten the straps on her harness, her fingers a little numb as she helplessly fumbled around with them. Clara was quick to help her, leaning forwards to tackle the fiddlier clasps, helping to shimmy Emma's hips out of the harness and set the toy down beside them.
"You… You were quite spectacular. You know that, right? That was… quite a special experience. Something new to me," Clara smiled, an earnest sincerity in her voice. Looking up, Emma was a little taken aback by it, but smiled softly. It was comforting to hear that from someone. Emma had always felt like a passive presence in Clara's sex life, constantly being dragged along by the more experienced woman. So to provide something unique and new to her was actually quite a heart-warming feeling.
"You think? I mean… I did my best," Emma smiled meekly, now blushing solely as a response to that comment. Bowing her head, she reached immediately for her underwear, beginning to pull the lacy white garments back onto her body, noting how nicely they held on her body.
"If that's your best, then you're a natural. If only there was a way for you to wear this all the time," Clara smirked, pulling the rest of her clothing and picking up the toy. Grabbing a wipe from her bag, she wiped it down to ensure that their fun would remain a complete mystery. Whilst they were planning on buying it, they didn't want the attendant to know that they had taken it for a test run. With Emma finishing up getting dressed, she watched as Clara separated a lacy bra and panties from the collection they had grabbed from the shop, presumably to make it look like they had come to a conclusion after trying them all on.
"Yeah…" Emma breathed quietly, feeling giddy in the inside as a result of the intense feelings of pride she felt after hearing Clara's commented. Bundling the panties and bras up, Clara left the changing room, setting all the clothing back on the shelf before returning for the strapon. Quietly, Emma followed Clara out to the cashier, where she paid for both the strapon and the underwear she had chosen, handing the bag to Emma with a smile. As they left the shop, Emma couldn't help but wait for the next opportunity to put that toy back on, feeling as if her waist was considerably lighter than it ought to be.
Author's Note: Hope you guys enjoyed that. I know in the previous chapter I promised alien sex shop, but I decided a more modest approach would be more suitable at this point in the story. Which is why, the next chapter will be the alien sex shop. I'm keen to explore all the weird and interesting alien tech. Because, we all have to admit that the moment we get access to alien technology, the first thing on the agenda for some people will be new sex-toys.
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