Author's Notes: Thanks for all the reviews! I've tried to get as much in this one as possible to say thank you. I am so thrilled to discover I am not alone with this ship, doing some research I've discovered quite a few Clara Amy stories have been popping up and there's even a couple of Youtube videos. I'm considering getting an official CablesAndCrack twitter account just to start a #Clamy campaign but I have no idea how Twitter works or if it would take off. (it probably wouldn't) I've Favorited a couple of Clamy writers in my happiness. The other thing I'm considering and is far more likely is some non-sex driven Clamy stories, with some sex in there somewhere of course, because #Clamy.
Let me know what you think of the latest installment and if you'd be interested in seeing some stories that have more than just love-making in. I hope you enjoy Amy and Clara 3!
Clara was wearing a tight red dress with long black stockings, her hair was loose on the pillow, her shoes neatly placed at the foot of the bed, her breathing was deep and heavy but controlled, and her hands were handcuffed to the bedposts.
The door swung open silently and Amy marched inside, licking her lips. Amy wore a denim miniskirt with a red and white checked shirt with a little grey scarf wrapped around her neck. The naughty grin on her face did nothing to hide the fact that she was responsible for Clara's current predicament. She pounced onto the bed
"Hi..." Clara breathed out as Amy crawled over her. "Hi yourself," Amy smirked, gripping Clara's thighs. She rubbed gently and alluringly. Clara bit her lip to prevent a moan. She felt Amy's fingers tracing lines down her sensitive flesh eagerly before rolling down the stockings slowly. Amy's lips came down on Clara's inner thigh, kissing lightly and rolling her tongue against the skin while her hands rubbed Clara's calves, now revealed with the stockings on the ground.
Amy dragged her tongue along Clara's legs messily, finally evoking a moan from the younger girl. "Stop teasing..." Clara begged, her breasts heaving beneath the tight little dress. "I'm just getting started honey..." Amy whispered menacingly. She released her legs and hungrily searched the brunette's chest for a zipper on the dress. Once located, Amy eased the zipper down tantalisingly slow. As she finally got the red dress off, she lightly spanked Clara for good luck, tossing the clothing away without a second thought.
Amy sat up suddenly, brushing her flame-red hair out of her eyes and eyeing up her prey lustfully. Clara sent her a cheeky wink to tell her to get on with it. Amy's hands flew to her own shirt, unbuttoning the buttons from top to bottom slowly, delicately, treasuring each expression on Clara's perfect face.
Clara ran her eyes over Amy's torso, the shirt still hanging from her shoulders and a tight black bra holding her breasts firmly in place. Amy took advantage of the moment of silence and ran the back of her hand down Clara's cheek gently. "I love those dimples..." she muttered. Amy's hands flew down to the pale pink bra clasping Clara's boobs away, "Tits ain't bad either though..." she grinned, rubbing them. As Amy leaned down to unhook Clara's bra, her chest hovered over Clara's face and Clara smirked. Her tongue darted out, running up the redhead's neck and chin.
Amy moaned, ripping the bra away, exposing Clara's beautiful boobs. Amy's lips clamped onto the right breast and suckled lightly before pinching the other tit roughly with her fingers. Clara shouted out in desperation as Amy pulled on her tits with lips and fingers. Amy dropped the perky nipples and reached to her side towards the cabinet by the bed. Clara craned her neck to see what she was reaching for. She knew the handcuffs had come with Amy's police outfit but had no idea what else Amy might have in store. It was a small bottle of apple juice.
"This is pretty tiring sometimes isn't it," Amy grinned, opening the bottle and slurping down a mouthful. Clara nodded. "Want some?" Amy asked with a smile as she held the bottle towards Clara. Clara thought for a moment then nodded again. Amy grinned devilishly and upturned the bottle, it's liquid contents pouring out over Clara's bare chest. Clara saw Amy's face dive into her firm boobs once again. "I love apple juice," Amy commented between licks and sucks and tweaks.
Clara felt her legs spasming out of control as Amy devoured her tits. Amy pulled back, cocking her head to the side. She brought Clara's limbs back under control by simply placing her palm firmly down on Clara's wet knickers. "That's not just apple juice is it..." Amy taunted. Clara didn't have the strength to retort. She saw Amy reaching out to the cabinet out of the corner of her eye and before she knew it a cloth was being shoved into her mouth, gagging her, and her panties were being yanked down.
Amy encased Clara's clit in her mouth and sucked on it gently but forcefully. Her hands wandered, soothing every curve and gripping every edge of Clara's body. Amy pushed her lips to Clara's pussy, sucking ferociously on the younger girl's vagina. Finally Amy drove back from Clara's vagina and moved up. Their lips locked together in a passionate kiss and Clara could taste a mixture of her own taste and apple juice on Amy's lips.
She wanted to reach out and hold Amy, strip her down like Amy had done to her, but she couldn't because her wrists were still cuffed. It was a good job too, as she would have lost complete control of her arms alongside the rest of her body if they had been free when Amy started to finger her pussy roughly. The tips of her pale fingers rubbed at Clara's walls and the slender digits scraped in and out in sequence.
Amy rubbed Clara's vagina with a sort of desperate lust in her bones. Clara's hips started to buck uncontrollably and a string of moans escaped her velvet lips. Amy kissed Clara again, releasing her entrance when the orgasm started and her hands flew up to cup Clara's face. The two were breathing heavily now. Amy reluctantly removed the gag and undid the cuffs on Clara's hands and her arms dropped down from the bedposts, free. Clara immediately threw them around Amy's shoulders, embracing her while they kissed.
"I need a shower," Clara announced, untangling herself from Amy. "I smell of sweat and apples." Amy nodded understanding, "Go ahead." Clara nodded, covering herself with her heap of clothes and retreating into the bathroom. She turned the dial, switching the streams of flowing water on and waited a moment for the shower to warm up. She stepped inside and reached for the bar of soap.
Amy crept inside the small room and watched from outside the shower. Clara's back was turned and she hadn't noticed the redhead's presence yet. Amy shrugged off her shirt, watching Clara's dripping wet body, covered in soap suds and bubbles. Amy was midway through removing her own bra when Clara turned around. Her eyes widened in surprise and she almost shrieked when she saw Amy. "Don't sneak up on me like that!" Clara protested. Amy reached under her skirt and rolled down her underwear. "Or you'll do what?" Amy winked.
Amy stepped inside the shower and backed Clara up against the wall. Their bare chests pressed against each other. Clara was breathing deeply again. "I'll..." she stuttered, "I'll..." Amy lifted a finger and pressed it to Clara's lips, silencing her. "You'll push me up against a wall..." Amy whispered, turning Clara around to the face the wall and pressing her into it. "You'll take my ass..." Amy cupped Clara's cute little butt cheeks. "And you'll spank it until I tell you you're a god." Amy rubbed Clara's ass gently and leaned in, murmuring into her ear, while nibbling on it: "I'll show you how it's done..."
Amy slapped Clara's arse sharply provoking a high-pitched shriek. One hand remained planted on Clara's back, holding her up against the wall. The other hand whipped back and forth on Clara's bare vulnerable butt. Meanwhile, Amy's tongue kept dragging over Clara's neck and shoulders like a miracle. Held firmly up against the wall, Clara couldn't see when each slap was coming so each spank sent a sharp jolt up her spine and made a high noise jump out of her throat. "Do you understand young padawan?" Amy mocked as her tongue reached Clara's cheek. "Yeah..." Clara gasped out as Amy spanked her even harder.
The spanking kept on going and Clara wondered how long Amy could keep going for until she remembered what Amy was trying to get out of her. The water of the shower kept pounding down on the two women. Clara tried to resist, she really did, but she could practically feel the red spreading over her ass and she had to give in. "You're a god!" she called out, "You're my god!" Amy grinned and stopped the ruthless spanking, spinning Clara around to face her. Their lips met in a kiss again and they worked each other's lips passionately. Amy's hands eased Clara's hips lovingly and Clara's arms reached up to Amy's shoulders, beneath the locks of red hair. Clara felt her legs lift up off the floor and wrap around Amy's waist.
The two companions backed out of the shower and back into the bedroom where Clara slipped out of Amy's grip and tumbled to the floor. "Are you alright?" Amy gasped, genuine concern filling her voice. Clara pushed herself back up to her knees. "I'm good," she grinned. Amy raised an eyebrow, "... and you're on your knees for me..."
It was true. Clara was sat on her knees in front of Amy. Clara laughed and placed her hands on Amy's hips. "I like this skirt," Clara commented, sliding it down Amy's smooth legs. She held it up in front of her face, "Do you think they'd suit me?" Amy knocked them out of Clara's hands: "I like you the way you look now." Clara cocked her head to the side: "Oh yeah?" Amy nodded: "Naked and kneeling."
Amy's hands came down on the back of Clara's head, locking into her brunette hair, pushing gently forwards. Clara took the hint and leant forwards, her mouth now pressing onto Amy's naked pussy. Amy grinded her hips forwards onto Clara's ready mouth and Clara sucked just as well as Amy had earlier. Despite their positions, Amy was just as much in Clara's power as the other way round. Clara's tongue flicked over Amy's clit got a gasp and a moan for her troubles.
Amy placed her hands on Clara's shoulders and lifted her to her feet. The two kissed and then Clara tossed Amy onto the bed, pouncing on top. "You're tasty," Clara licked her lips and spun herself around into the 69 position. Her mouth came down on Amy's entrance again. Amy licked at Clara's vagina in retaliation and her thighs clamped around Clara's head, holding her lips to her clit. They both lay moaning and groaning with gasps of satisfaction and surprise escaping them as they devoured each other.
A tidal wave of orgasms hit the bed they lay on and eventually Clara had to beg for release. Amy loved it when Clara begged. She released the young brunette with a triumphant smile. "Can we snuggle for a bit?" Clara asked with a beam of a smile. Amy could never say no when Clara asked for something with that innocent look in her eye. She had no idea whether Clara knew this or not. She wrapped her arms around the smaller companion and held her close to her. "Sure baby..." she whispered. For a moment they simply lay there, secure in each other's arms. Amy looked down at her lover with a protective smile. She couldn't help but smile wider at how cute Clara looked.
"Amy..." Clara whispered, snuggling into Amy's chest and closing her eyes like a young infant, "I love you..." Amy smiled at Clara's words and kissed her forehead: "I love you too Clara."