*This story is a Chris Jackson original and should not be shared or posted without his consent. All characters are 18 or older, and fictional. This story is meant for mature audiences only.*
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“Oh, my God! Miranda! It’s so good to see you again!” Mia blushed as she hugged her old fellow Kiwi. The two exchanged kisses on the cheeks and hugged again. “It feels like it’s been ages!”
“It has been ages,” the tall brunette agreed with a sigh, then a giggle. “I’m glad we were able to finally see each other again. Our schedules are so hectic all the time. They never seem to overlap.”
“Oh, I know it,” Mia agreed with an eye roll as they waited for the host to bring them to their table. “So how have you been? I follow you on your social accounts, of course. But we both know how those images are not all there is.”
“I’ve been okay. I may have made a mistake in buying into the marriage life, though.” Miranda’s admittance came with a pout.
“Oh?” Mia asked, giving the woman all her attention.
Mia loved being able to look a woman of the same height in the eye. It was rare that she found another girl of her stature. Miranda had not only been a dear friend of Mia’s as far as she could remember, but Mia also had a crush on her for just as long.
“Yeah,” Miranda continued as she grew impatient with the wait. “It was fine at first. But it seems like every day he just grows a little more… dull,” she ended flatly when the host finally arrived.
“Just the two of you?” The redhead asked with a happy smile, but no look of recognition on her face. Miranda thought there should be more fanfare. Mia was happy to not be instantly recognized. Both girls were big names in the local business scene.
“I don’t… I don’t see anyone else with us. Do you?” Miranda mocked the young lady, swiveling her head around for effect.
“Yes, it will just be the two of us tonight,” Mia said. Her voice was polite enough for both of them. Her million-dollar smile displayed her white teeth.
“Here you are,” the poor girl said. Her attention was solely on Mia, the more friendly of the two New Zealand natives. “I’ll be right back with water and menus. A server will be with you shortly.”
“Good,” Miranda said without looking at the college girl.
“What is going on with you, Mir?” Mia asked, using the nickname only Mia knew and used. “You’re being, dare I say… bitchy.”
“Why shouldn’t I be?” Miranda asked with a laugh. Her impossibly blue eyes stared back at Mia. “We’re famous. They’re not. And we pay them. If I want to feel like a queen or a goddess by making her life a little worse for half an hour, why not? I’ll tip her more than any of these suit coats will. And without any catcalls,” Miranda explained her reasoning that left Mia still shocked.
“That’s a terrible way to go about fame!” Mia said, not willing to let the matter go. “Try being nice. You’ll have a much better evening,” she finished with a whisper. The young lady had just come back with ice water and menus.
“Hi there. Thank you!” Mia greeted the girl and took the menu with a graceful smile.
“Thanks,” Miranda said coldly with a face that said she wasn’t over Mia’s scolding.
Mia watched her from the corner of her eye with a winning smirk. “I don’t remember you being such a lecturer,” Miranda said once they were alone again.
“I’ve changed quite a bit since the last time we got to see each other. Motherhood changes a lot of things. You know that.”
“How is your baby by the way?” Miranda asked. She felt a change in the subject was necessary so they didn’t spend the whole night arguing.
“He’s good,” Mia said happily. She was willing to let things go for now. “The hubby has been great with him all the times I’m off on business or at a magazine shoot. You know how it is.” Mia had found out that there were more photo ops when you were an entrepreneur and gorgeous.
“So are you two open in your relationship, or….” Miranda was careful with her words. She tried to be conversational without overstepping.
The mischievous look in Mia’s eyes said she understood. “Yeah, it’s pretty open. We can’t be together all the time. And you know us Kiwis,” Mia said with a smirk. “We both have our urges and cravings.”
“Oh, don’t I know,” Miranda said, leaning forward on her arms with a grin.
Mia continued, “He has girls over to the house. I have a girl or a guy if I’m away too long. We don’t usually talk about our affairs that we both agree we can have. But it’s honestly hot when we talk about it. We’ve discussed swinging, but we’ve never really acted on it,” Mia finished with a shrug.
Miranda sighed longingly. “I wish my marriage was that free and open. I’m so bored, and what I need is far from being met,” she huffed.
Dinner went as according to planned in Miranda’s book. Mia was the charming, bubbly, and sweet woman she prided herself on being with everyone. Miranda, on the other hand, was doing her best to be the snide, snarky rich bitch that was the embodiment of why wealth is despised.
The two split the bill and Mia tipped extra. She apologized to their waiter for Miranda’s behavior.
“You don’t have to apologize to him,” Miranda said as they stood from the table.
“Miranda, a word, if you will?” Mia asked, but it was a command.
The domineering blonde took Miranda’s dainty hand and all but dragged her to the bathroom. Mia found an “out of order” sign under the sinks and put it on the outside of the door before locking them in.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Miranda asked with a scoff. She’d never seen Mia like this, so she had no idea what to expect.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Mia parroted. “Who are you, Mir? I don’t even recognize you.”
“Who are you to scold me? You’re being the bitch right now. Don’t tell me how to behave,” Miranda fired back, going toe to toe with the larger islander.
“Are you seriously stepping up to me?” Mia laughed in disbelief. “Do you really want an ass kicking in this bathroom?” Mia challenged her.
“Did you just threaten to beat me up? Are you a big, tough girl now? All your board meetings going to your head?” Miranda was getting under Mia’s skin as much as Mia was getting under hers.
Miranda was really taken aback when Mia slapped her. The force of the slap turned Miranda’s head and left a stinging red mark.
“Are you done playing the horrid bitch yet?” Mia asked, completely unapologetic. Mia wasn’t shocked at all when Miranda tried to retaliate with a slap of her own. The fit blonde had taken years of self-defense classes. She easily caught Miranda’s slim wrist and used it to turn her around.
Miranda shrieked when she was pushed down onto the counter by the blonde Amazon.
“What the fuck? Get off me!” The little model shouted indignantly at Mia, who only laughed. Miranda groaned and fought even harder when she felt a warm, wet tongue licked her from the neck to the shell of her ear. “What are you doing! You’re so fucking gross!”
Mia used her free hand that wasn’t holding Miranda down to pull Miranda’s black skirt up. She bunched the skirt over Miranda’s perfect bubble butt and spanked her. “I won’t let you go until you’ve learned your lesson. Bitches and bad girls get spankings, don’t they?” Mia spanked the other cheek, making Miranda yelp.
“Okay. Okay. I promise. I promise to beat the hell out of you once I’m up. OWE!” Miranda shrieked again as Mia rained down two more hard blows. “Fucking cut it out you stupid giraffe bitch!”
“We’re the same fucking height!” Mia snarled back. She enjoyed the way Miranda jumped when she palmed Miranda’s hot pussy through her black panties. “Holy fuck, are you already wet!” Mia laughed. “You dirty bitch. You like spanking, don’t you?” Mia took the hand from Miranda’s back and spanked her cheeks in rapid succession, feeling more liquid building up in those poor black panties.
Miranda didn’t try to get up. She stayed there on the counter and kept catching Mia’s hands. The spanks were coming down softer, but with more intent towards getting the sound of the slap and the jiggle than causing pain or humiliation.
“I’ve been in a drought, okay?” Miranda admitted. “And it being you….” Miranda trailed off, looking over her shoulder to find Mia looking back at her.
“Get over here,” Mia growled and pulled Miranda up by the hair.
Miranda was pressed into Mia’s chest while they hungrily kissed, teeth clicking teeth, tongues fighting. They took turns sucking each other’s tongues and nipping at each other’s necks. Miranda’s hands were buried in Mia’s long blonde curls while Mia quickly worked to undo the buttons of Miranda’s white blouse.
“Mia, what are we doing?” Miranda came back to her senses and tried to stop Mia from undoing her last two shirt buttons; her black bra already exposed. “We’re in a public bathroom. We can’t. And we’re both married!” Miranda tried to make her already worked up friend see.
“I don’t give a shit,” Mia said coldly, getting through the second to last button. “The door’s locked. I put a ‘do not disturb’ sign on it. I can fuck whoever I want, and your husband will never know about it if you shut your hot fucking mouth,” the blonde snapped.
She undid the last button, revealing her friend’s toned torso to her. “Have I ever told you that you’re as sexy as you think you are?” Mia asked, biting her earlobe.
“I think you’re sexy, too,” Miranda whispered, letting her chin fall to her chest.
Mia reached up to play with Miranda’s lovely assets. “I’ve wanted you for so fucking long. I’ve touched myself, thinking about you so many times,” Miranda admitted.
“I’ve slept with guys and gals with my husband’s permission. But none of them made me as hot as you,” Mia told Miranda, making her blush as Mia undid her bra clasp.
She slid the dark fabric straps down Miranda’s slender arms and took her sweet time in removing the cups.
Miranda’s eyes were on Mia’s in the mirror the whole time. “These breasts, though,” Mia whispered. The demanding blonde licked Miranda’s neck as her hands properly cupped Miranda’s bared chest flesh.
“God, Mia. Your hands… your fingers,” Miranda cooed. The brunette relaxed back into Mia’s body as Mia teased her breasts and tweaked her nipples. “Aww! Aww! What the fuck?” Miranda howled when Mia bit her shoulder and twisted both of her sensitive nipples hard. The change in intensity made Miranda’s head spin.
“Did you forget why I brought you in here?” Mia asked, back in her mood. “Did you think we’d just kiss and make nice?” Mia teased further, twisting her nipples again.
“Please stop! It hurts!” Miranda begged, trying to pull away Mia’s fingers without hurting herself more. “What do you want from me?” She asked earnestly.
“As soon as I’m done teaching you to remember your manners, you’re going to go find that waiter and apologize to him. You’re going to ask him what you can do to make it up to him. And if he says you have to suck his prick, you’re damn right that you’re going to suck his prick.”
“What? You can’t make me do that!” She cried out again as Mia bit her, leaving teeth marks and tweaking her pebbled nips again. “Okay! Okay!”
“Turn the fuck around,” the business executive ordered. Mia took Miranda’s shoulders and switched positions.
Mia hopped up on the counter and hiked her dress up around her waist. She didn’t have a stitch of panties on. “Let’s warm up that fucking mouth,” Mia said, hooking her legs around the shocked model and pulling her in.
“You want me to eat your cunt?” Miranda scoffed in disbelief. “You’re mad!”
“Eat my fucking twat or I’ll devour yours in front of the whole fucking place. I swear to Christ,” Mia spat. She reached forward and grabbed Miranda by the hair, pushing her down until the brunette’s eyes were right at Mia’s sopping wet love chasm.
Miranda kept looking at it, terrified and unsure of what to do. “I’ve never licked pussy before,” Miranda said, looking to Mia. “I don’t know what to…” she was cut off by Mia shoving her face right into her hips. “Mph!” Miranda groaned in revolt.
“Stick your fucking tongue out and lick my pussy. I’m running out of patience,” Mia growled and started bucking her hips into Miranda’s sweet face. She used Miranda’s rich brunette hair like a set of reigns.
“Like this?” Miranda asked with Mia’s powerful thighs around her head.
Miranda stuck out her little tongue and lapped at the hot wet gash in front of her. Mia started cooing and arching her back with one hand on the counter behind her for support.
“Am I doing this right?” Miranda asked innocently but knew full well that she was. She licked Mia’s clit and enjoyed her friend’s jerking.
“Just like that. Oh yes!” Mia praised but pulled Miranda’s hair a little to remind her not to get too cheeky. “That’s right. Flick that tongue. Suck my clit and shove your tongue deep!” Mia coached as she humped the adorable yet sinful face. “Fuck! You’re getting it.”
Miranda smiled into Mia’s sweet cunny, enjoying the juices flowing around her lips, chin, and in her mouth. The taste was delectable, but she wouldn’t just be Mia’s submissive.
She nibbled Mia’s bundle of nerves and dove her tongue in deep. Miranda pulled her tongue back, spit into the love hole in front of her, and pulled her face away. She stuck two fingers in, going deep and fast while Mia’s beautiful blue eyes fluttered close.
Miranda bit Mia’s inner thigh enough to make her yelp, but not enough to draw blood.
“You dirty bitch,” Mia snapped, pushing her away, almost knocking her over. “You will not turn this lesson into a game.”
“Do you know how much I fucking hate you right now?” Miranda asked, her face still glistening in Mia’s arousal. Her hands had balled into fists.
“I’m doing this as your friend. If I don’t fuck some respect into you now, someone like that waiter is going to do it to you with a real dick. And it will be ten times worse,” Mia argued back.
“You’re fucking me out of kindness?” Miranda mused. Her hand was on her hip, but her torso and tits were completely exposed.
“I’m fucking you because you need to be fucked!” Mia answered her flatly and pressed her up against the wall.
She shoved her hand up under Miranda’s skirt and forcefully palmed the little Auckland native pussy in front of her.
“You’re so fucking wet, but you keep fighting me?” Mia shook her head before pressing her body up to Miranda’s. She pinned her between the wall and herself. With both hands free, Mia reached under Miranda’s little black skirt again.
Miranda’s jaw fell open in shock when she felt and heard Mia tearing up her panties. “You fucking animal! What the fuck is the matter with you? You’re ins-mph!”
Miranda didn’t get to finish her sentence because her mouth was stuffed with her own soaked and dripping panties.
Mia jammed two fingers up Miranda’s impossibly tight twat and took no prisoners. She finger fucked her into the wall, damn near making her part of it.
“Think it’s cool to be a piece of shit to people? Think you can just boss everyone around?” Mia growled into her ear and bit her neck. “It’s fucking sick!” Mia barked as she stuck her pinky up Miranda’s sweet little rosebud, making her yip in surprise.
Miranda was sobbing into Mia’s shoulder as her holes were simultaneously being ravaged by someone she thought was her friend.
Between the love bites and the intense, almost painful speed and force of Mia’s fingers, Miranda could only stand there and cry as she was brutally used. She tried to apologize, tried to say she was sorry. But it was only coming out in sobs and guttural moans as Mia destroyed her.
Mia smiled victoriously as Miranda’s body quivered and shook under the assault. Her rapidly fluttering walls and moans turned into sharp squeaks and intakes of breath.
With her own panties still in her mouth, Miranda couldn’t say a damn word as she came hard around Mia’s fingers. Mia’s digits were relentless, not missing a beat.
Mia dragged out the orgasm, making it the single longest Miranda experienced in her life.
Juices ran down Mia’s hands and even to her elbows as Miranda’s lithe frame began to go limp.
“Not yet. Not fucking yet,” Mia growled, taking the poor girl’s arm and dragging her back to the counter. “We’re not done yet,” Mia said with a dark laugh.
She rummaged through Miranda’s purse until she found what she was looking for. “Oh, come on, Mir. You can’t even leave the house without a vibe?” Mia clicked her tongue and put it on its highest setting.
“No. No. No!” Miranda was able to get out after using her tongue to push the panties out of her mouth.
She knew she was too sensitive for that kind of power right now, and she had no idea where this dark side of Mia would put it.
“Please put it back,” Miranda begged, shaking her head under Mia’s hand. She felt Mia tug her skirt down to the floor and she knew she was in trouble.
“Which hole… which hole?” Mia asked herself, the buzzing of the toy echoing in the bathroom.
Mia spit on Miranda’s already drenched pussy, giving her hope. Miranda almost sighed in relief, but instead bit her lip, this time drawing blood.
Mia slowly wriggled the little but powerful device into Miranda’s still tight asshole.
“Please stop! I can’t… I can’t take it!” Miranda wept, her eye makeup running down her smooth and soft cheeks. “Please. I’m so sorry, Mia. I’ll… I’ll never… oh fuck! I’ll never be a… God damn it! I won’t be a bitch anymore! Please just stop!”
Miranda’s tears kept coming as the vibe kept working. Mia kept rubbing her pussy and flicking her clit. “I’ll… I’ll… oh Jesus! I’ll apologize to the waiter! I’ll even… FUUUUUUCK! Offer to suck his cock.”
The buzzing stopped. Mia’s hand stopped. She felt breathe on her backside and soft lips. Mia kissed Miranda’s bruised ass around where the vibe had been embedded.
“That’s all I needed to hear,” Mia cooed. Her lips were pressed to Miranda’s destroyed back door.
Mia rimmed the red area with her tongue and drizzled spit into the gaping hole. She lapped at Miranda’s damaged sphincter and nursed it slowly until Miranda stopped crying. “All better now?”
“A little,” Miranda admitted and slowly stood up.
Mia handed her a hand towel to clean her face and any other part of her body she might need to.
“Let me make that butt fucking up to you,” Mia said with a smile. She went to the bathroom door and unlocked it. The waiter from their table cautiously stepped in.
“Hi there,” Mia said with her normal winning smile. “You heard my friend Miranda apologize, but I’d like to make it up to you.”
“Mia?” Miranda asked, covering her tits and pussy.
“She left me a note,” the server mumbled. “She told me to follow you guys and listen through the door. I heard the whole thing.”
“You’re going to watch me suck his dick?” Miranda asked. She wasn’t shocked by anything at this point if she was honest.
“We’re going to suck his dick,” Mia corrected her friend, going to her and taking her hand.
Mia and Miranda walked to the waiter together and sank to their knees, still holding hands. The blonde Mia slipped her dress straps down and let the garment pool at her hips.
Miranda undid the lucky soul’s belt. She undid the button, and Mia undid his zipper. Together, they both pulled his pants and underwear down, letting his modest cock spring free.
Miranda drizzled a trail of spit over the tip of his dick and Mia’s hands as she worked his cock and balls.
The poor guy nearly fainted as two pairs of gorgeous blue eyes looked up at him. The pair of beauties worked his whole package in tandem.
“Holy shit. I can’t believe this is happening,” he said as he ran his hand through Miranda’s hair.
Mia smiled and began the job at hand. She kissed the side of his dick and Miranda joined in, kissing the other side. The girls sucked and licked his long shaft together. The two began to moan and coo as he started slowly moving his hips forward and back, making them chase it.
Miranda left his cock and started tracing the veins of his nut bag. Mia properly took him into her mouth.
“Now, this is something I can do,” Miranda said seductively. She made eye contact with the server as she suckled on his balls and wrapped her tongue around each one.
Mia was going as deep down her throat as she could without getting in Miranda’s way or Miranda in hers. There was only so much room to work with down there.
“Holy fuck! This is insane!” He was completely beside himself but had the wherewithal to start moving his hips. More of him slid into Mia’s hot, wet, velvety throat. Meanwhile, Miranda started bobbing up and down on his tool bag, sucking each nut lower as she pulled.
After a minute, Mia removed herself from the spit-covered staff. She nudged Miranda, making her give up the guy’s rocks.
“Alright, Mir. Time for you to make it up to him. Take him and take him deep,” Mia encouraged as she gave Miranda room.
“You want me?” She used her most seductive tone and gaze. “You want that big meaty cock down my little throat, hmm?” She asked before reaching around him to grab his ass.
Mia put her hair into a quick ponytail and then went behind her.
Miranda used his hips and slipped her mouth around the hard pole in front of her. In one steady go, Miranda was nose to hilt, the man’s dick swallowed in entirety.
She started to bob and twist her head until her tears came, giving him the deepest throat of his young life.
Miranda didn’t pull back until she was gagging and devoid of air. Spit trailed from his dick to her mouth. She reached up and worked his cock with her hands as she caught her breath. Mir started lapping at his balls and vigorously jerked his dick until she could breathe again.
For the second time, Miranda went all the way down on the sword in front of her.
Mia was shamelessly laying on her dress on the floor with her head under Miranda’s taint. She was licking her ass and motor boating her pussy, hard sucking on Miranda’s little quivering bean.
Her hand was between her legs, pleasuring herself with three fingers and humping as hard as Miranda was humping her face.
Their new friend was skull fucking Miranda with his eyes closed and his head back until he came. He shot his load deep down the model’s battered throat without asking.
Mia worked herself and kept munching on Miranda until they both came. Mia’s juices squirted out of her like a fire hose while Miranda’s girl cum flowed down Mia’s gullet and around her face and running down her chest.
The worker who had been harassed by Miranda felt more than compensated, and Miranda had more than learned her lesson from Mia.