Laura was attending a meeting on another floor when she bumped into Randi in the ladies room. She had taken her hair out of braids, and for a moment Laura didn’t recognize her except as some ravishing new black stunner whom she had never seen before. But then Randi turned, and they caught each other’s eye.

"Oh god, it’s you!" Laura said. "You are so beautiful. It isn’t just the braids."

"Gosh, I’m glad of that," Randi said, sarcastically.

They hadn’t seen one another for weeks, not since their quick and torrid tryst following Randi’s return from vacationing in Mazatlan, where she had screwed both her boyfriend and a Mexican bartender wantonly and repeatedly, according to the narratives she had given for Laura to make her jealous. And it had worked. It had hurt Laura to the quick, and she had lavished a superhuman display of sexual skill on Randi in return, as if to win her back.

Randi winked. "I’ve got news for you. I broke up with my boyfriend."

"Did he find out about Miguel?"

"Miguel? Oh, you mean the Mexican guy. His name was Diego. He had this long, pencil-thin dick. Ooohh, it made me yelp, girl. Piercing. Like being fucked by a spear."

She looked from side to side to see if they were being overheard, but they were alone.

"I love you with your hair down," Laura confessed. "It’s like knowing two gorgeous girls in one."

"You want to get this one into bed, don’t you," Randi taunted her. "You jess like to fuck all those pretty sistas, don’t you, Miz Laura."

Randi was wearing red, as usual; a red silky blouse, and a tight white skirt, short, also as usual, to show off her legs. Laura looked at her longingly. I would do anything for this girl, she realized. Follow her off a cliff . . .

"I am dying to kiss you," she whispered. "I love you more than you realize."

This seemed to chasten Randi. "I broke up with him so I could spend more time with you," she said flatly. "No man makes me feel like you do, Laura."

"Are you wearing your red bra?" Laura whispered, leaning close.

"Are you going to rape me right here if I say yes?"

Laura blushed. "You’re a minx."

Randi smiled coquettishly. "Whatever that is, I know you want it. I am wearing a black bra. And red panties."

"Oh god," Laura breathed.

Randi’s sensual mouth was very close to hers. She was dying to kiss it. But they could be discovered. Both realized it and somehow regained self-control.

"Your place or mine?" Laura asked, not bothering to disguise her satire.

Randi’s eyes sparkled with excitement, sexual allure. "You’ve got all the toys," she said dangerously.

They met at Laura’s apartment directly after work. Randi continued to play the coquette. She swished her delectable bottom in front of Laura, showed off her spectacular long legs.

"You get to have a whole new woman," she whispered hotly into Laura’s ear. "No braids, no man, completely yours. You get to tie her up and fuck her. You want to do that, don’t you."

"You’re sick," Laura grinned.

"You’re the one with the rope, darling," Randi retorted. "What does that make you?"

"Remember when we had that fight?" Laura said.

"God, yes. We fucked like two cats in heat. Let’s do it again."

Laura shook her head. "My neighbors." She raised her eyes toward the ceiling.

Randi’s beautiful face fell. "I forgot. But they must have heard us the first time."

Laura shook her head again. "It was before they moved in. There was a deaf old lady who lived there."
"I wish she were back."

Randi began to unbutton her red silk blouse, which was the beginning of the end for Laura. The sight of the edge of the girl’s black lacy bra caused warm fuck-juice to flow into Laura’s cunt. Randi knew the effect she had. She probably did this all the time for her ex-boyfriend, Laura thought. And for Diego.

"If I slapped you, and really made it hurt, you wouldn’t care about the neighbors," Randi said, flirting dangerously.

"I’m in enough trouble already," Laura said softly, unable to take her eyes from Randi’s fingers as they toyed with the buttons of her blouse.

"Maybe we should rent a gym after hours and then we could fight and fuck until we passed out," Randi smirked suggestively. "How does that sound?"

Laura drew closer to her. She lowered her lips and kissed Randi’s very seductive cleavage. "You know what I’d rather do that fight," she whispered.

"You are turning me on, Laura."

"Come in the bedroom."

"Tie me up. No one will ever know but us."

"Why do you want me to hurt you?"

They were in Laura’s bedroom now, and Randi’s blouse was totally unbuttoned. She slipped it off. Her black shoulders gleamed. She was ravishing in her black lace bra. Laura wanted to rape her. She didn’t want to lose the time it would take to tie her up.

"The time we fought," Randi said, glaring straight into Laura’s eyes, "I had an excruciating orgasm. The time you tied up my boobs, I almost fainted when I came. Any more questions?"

"You, my darling, are sick sick sick."

Smiling, Randi kneeled down and pulled the coils of rope from under Laura’s bed. She had seen before where Laura hid the rope. She stood and flung the rope onto the bedspread. Then, slowly, seductively, she reached both hands behind her and unfastened her bra.

Laura had come to feel that watching a beautiful, desirable woman unclasp her own bra and remove it was the single sexiest thing she had ever seen. She was paralyzed, watching Randi, devouring Randi’s naked breasts with her eyes. She wanted them. She wanted to hold them in her hands, and squeeze their firm resilience, and brush the thick, dark brown nipples with her thumbs, feeling them stiffen and emerge from the soft, swollen areolas, so large and succulent.

Randi dropped her bra in the easy chair by the bed. She stooped and picked up one end of the rope, her naked breasts swooping out alluringly as she did so. God, she’s so beautiful! Laura thought.

"There’s no Jeff to see the rope marks now," Randi murmured, with a sensual, wicked smirk.

"Is that his name? Jeff?"

Randi nodded. "He’s white, too. Did I ever tell you? This little black pussy has done its share of pleasing white folks. He shot more cum into me than a two-bit whore gets in a month."

"Are you here because I’m white?" Laura asked, very uncomfortable, as usual, when the subject of her racial preferences came up.

Randi smiled mischievously. "I like white," she said. "You like black. We go up in flames, Laura. What can I tell you?"

"You’re right about that. Did you and Jeff go up in flames?"

"Sometimes."

"Do you miss him?"

"Not yet. We just broke up two days ago. What are you trying to do, destroy the mood?"

Randi lifted the rope to her breasts. Carefully, she coiled one strand around her left breast. She made the coil too tight so that her breast swelled grotesquely, her large dark nipple expanding, taut and glossy. Laura desperately wanted to suck it. But instead, she stepped forward and took the rope out of Randi’s hands.

"Not so tight. You’ll cut off the blood. Then you’ll bruise, and you won’t be able to feel it either."

"Oooohhh . . . I can see you’re an expert," Randi purred. "You do it."

Laura, as she slowly began to tie up Randi’s exquisite breasts, couldn’t help thinking of Earlene, and Karen, and the perverted, often painful, things they frequently did together. It was all wickedly exciting and sexual satisfying, generating, as Randi knew, fierce, even breathtaking orgasms. But Laura also wanted girlfriends who were sweet, innocent, tender, who didn’t need to be whipped, or to have their breasts tortured, to come.

Randi, for all her desire, was still pretty innocent. They had shared two or three episodes, that was all. The fight was even now a wildly exciting memory for both of them. The butterfly vibrator was, of course, unforgettable, Laura knew, but it was not even painful. And then Laura had tied her breasts once and pulled the rope up through her pussy, and Randi had died of coming. Even that had not been particularly painful, not when Laura thought of whipping Earlene’s pussy, or crushing her or Karen’s breasts in the fiendish clamp.

But Randi knew nothing of those. She wanted a repeat of the rope orgasm she had had before. That was all. Maybe I can give her that and spare her the rest, Laura thought. Or something else equally tame. But since she doesn’t know the true depths, it will seem exciting and perverted to her.

And even having her breasts tied by Laura was, clearly, a wildly erotic moment for Randi, who watched every detail, panting and quivering. Laura also grew very excited while doing it. She coiled the rope around each luscious dark globe, making it just tight enough. Randi’s large dark brown nipples expanded, flared, and gleamed, the center nubbins thick and erect, the glossy areolas shiny and swollen. Laura looped the rope behind Randi’s neck, tightening it just enough to raise her trussed breasts a little.

They were hard gourds now, jutting out of the coils of rope, the nipples swollen dark plums.

"I want to suck them," Laura whispered, feeling the pulse beat in her throat.

"Do it hard," Randi said. "Bite them."

Laura caressed Randi’s swollen nipples with her fingers. Randi bit her lower lip.

"You want me to hurt you."

Randi nodded slowly. "But only a little. Fuck me with the rope, like you did before. I want to come that way again."

"I want to do something else."

"What?" Randi asked, a trace of panic in her voice.

Before answering, Laura tied Randi’s wrists to opposite corners of the headboard. Randi still wore her skirt and panties. Slowly, Laura removed them, kissing Randi’s thighs, and her smooth dark stomach, then gently pushing the dark, wet pubic hair away from her festering pussy, exposing the glistening, black labia and the invitingly juicy hot pink crevice within.

"You have the most beautiful pussy," Laura said. "Did I ever tell you that?"

"Every time," Randi grinned. She cocked her head to one side. "Is it more beautiful than your other girls’ pussies?"

Briefly flustered, Laura pushed on past this. "I want to fuck your beautiful pussy and your beautiful ass at the same time."

The trace of panic returned to Randi’s voice. "How are you going to do that?"

"Oh, I have my ways."

Laura went to the closet and returned with the bowed quadruple dildo. As she looked at it, she wondered why she didn’t use it more since it brought about thrilling seizures of ecstacy. Randi would soon find out.

Randi too looked at the device. "What’s that?"

Laura held it up for her inspection. Its use was quite apparent when you looked at it for a moment.

"Ooohhh, girl, you are more wicked than I thought," Randi said, with a half-grin. "You’re gonna fuck me."

Laura was undressing as quickly as she could, watching Randi’s eyes on her body. She shed her bra and leaned forward to rub her soft, coral nipples against Randi’s distended black buds. She kissed the girl at the same time, stabbing her tongue into Randi’s open mouth.

"I’m going to fuck you harder than Fred ever did," she murmured.

"Jeff."

"I mean Jeff. Or Jose either."

"You better do me quick, girl, or I’m going to come without your help," Randi panted, her eyes glassy and excited.

Laura too was wildly aroused. Randi was a thrilling sex partner under any circumstances, and now that she had shown a taste for the kinky, Laura could barely restrain herself. Her hand shook as she applied a little baby oil to each anal probe on the fiendish toy, to make the entry into her own and Randi’s ass a little easier.

Finally, she got onto the bed, between Randi’s spread legs, and placed the device between their two groins.

"Oh god, you’re going to fuck me in my ass," Randi suddenly whimpered. "Nobody has ever fucked me in my ass!"

"I had my finger in your ass," Laura reminded her, not remembering if she actually had done it.

"That’s different. Look at that big thing you’re putting in me."

Laura grinned. "Not as big as this big thing." She pointed to the dildo that would go into Randi’s cunt.

Randi’s eyes rolled up. She whimpered softly as Laura slipped a pillow under her delectable ass to raise it up and make it more accessible. Now Laura’s still-oily fingers slipped between Randi’s buns, massaging her tightly-shut asshole, trying to relax it.

She leaned forward, again brushing Randi’s throttled breasts with her own naked globes, kissing Randi sensually. "If you relax, you’ll have a killer climax in about two minutes," she whispered.

"You know I’d let you do anything to me," Randi murmured in a throaty whisper. "Are you . . . ungghh! Are you going to fuck me hard?"

She groaned slightly as Laura’s finger, pressing against the tight rosebud of her anus, suddenly popped inside. Laura pulled her finger out of the tight channel and slid the tip of the appropriate dildo into it, still kissing Randi to distract her. It was impossible to push this dildo in very deep without pushing the larger one into Randi’s cunt too, since they were connected. And so she slid the fat, long one into Randi’s pussy too, pushing them both in slowly.

Randi’s body was electrified by this penetration. She stiffened, a look of sublime erotic shock passing across her beautiful face as the two large dildoes filled her pussy and her asshole.

"Oh . . . shit!" she gasped softly.

Laura’s reaction mirrored Randi’s as she quickly fed the other two into her own pussy and ass, biting her lower lip and half-gagging as she felt the huge rods enter her. She had forgotten how big they were, but of course that was a big part of the thrill. Now both of them were crammed by the huge dildoes, and Laura began rocking, pushing her crotch into Randi’s, so that the dildoes fucked each of them simultaneously.

It took only a few seconds for both to get swept up in the phenomenal sexual excitement this apparatus generated.

"Oh Jesus!" Randi gasped again, kissing Laura wildly, then groaning as Laura fingers bit into the swollen, hard gourds of her entrapped breasts.

"Ungh! Unghh! Unghhh!" Laura grunted, fucking her faster and faster, being fucked at the same rate herself by Randi’s gyrating hips, which in turn pushed the two dildoes inside Laura in to the hilt.

She knew neither would last long at this pace. She dropped her mouth to Randi’s strangled breasts, unwilling to be robbed of the pleasure of sucking and biting them.

"Unnhhhhh . . . god, do it hard!" Randi panted in a guttural groan. "Fuck me hard, Laura! Bite me! Yes . . . awwonnggghhhh!" she moaned as Laura sucked one bulging black nipple into her mouth and sank her teeth into it.

For five seconds Laura devoured Randi’s nipple, then turned to the other one and did the same thing. Randi writhed and cried out, convulsing and coming before Laura, exploding in a jolting series of orgasmic spasms, groaning and undulating, her bucking and straining body forcing Laura into a sharp orgasm immediately on the heels of her own.

"Unghhh! Ohnngg . . . ahhnggiiieee!" Laura cried out, throwing caution to the winds, totally disregarding Kendra and Jane, and what they might be overhearing.

A shattering orgasm wrenched her, and both she and Randi were so insatiable that they couldn’t stop at one but kept pumping and fucking until a second orgasm shook them both. Groaning and shuddering, they finally collapsed in a mass of hot, quivering flesh as the throbbing aftershocks flowed through them. Finally, they disentangled their stunned bodies, and Laura gingerly pulled the four fiendish prongs from her body and Randi’s.

They both gazed at the device in shocked wonderment.

"Girl, how come you never told me about that thingee before?" Randi croaked, only now regaining her breath, still tied to the bed by her wrists, her breasts still tightly trussed.

Carefully, Laura began to untie her. "I didn’t want to turn you into a pervert," Laura murmured, kissing her ear as Randi’s hands suddenly became free.

Next Laura untied her breasts. She remembered, as she and Karen had often discovered, that untying them was nearly as arousing as tying them up in the first place. Randi’s breasts were unmarked, except for pinched crinkles of skin where the coils had been, marks that would be gone in ten minutes. But that didn’t mean they weren’t sore.

Laura licked Randi’s bulging black nipples tenderly. "Do they hurt?"

A sharp intake of breath through Randi’s clenched teeth was her answer. "Laura, you have sharp teeth," Randi said softly.

"But it still makes your pussy wet when I lick them," Laura teased.

Randi grinned. "I know."

"Lie back, honey. You have a reward coming for letting yourself be raped that way."

"My booty hole will never be the same," Randi said.

Laura was kissing Randi’s delectable naked body everywhere on her way south. "I’m sorry, you can’t have those killer orgasms any other way."

"Mmmm, I know," Randi purred, recalling them. "Oh! Ohhhh girl, yes, right there!" she panted as Laura’s tongue finally arrived at her pussy.

It was, Laura had long thought, one of the two most beautiful pussies she had ever licked. The other one was Yvette’s. She loved every beautiful pussy, of course, but for sheer physical beauty Randi’s and Yvette’s took the prize. Randi’s was long and sinuous, a puckering flower, shiny inside with warm fuck-juice, her clitoris a purplish round marble at the top, slightly protruding from it’s glossy black hood.

Laura slid two fingers into Randi’s very wet slit and began to fuck her with them while her tongue curled around Randi’s swollen clit. This drove Randi up the wall. Her fingers scrabbled in Laura’s scalp as she pumped and gyrated her cunt into Laura’s mouth, whimpering and whooping as she drew closer to another climax.

"Oh god! Oh god! Oh god yes!" she panted, arching her back, pushing her pussy into Laura’s tongue. "Oh Laura oh Laura ohhnnnnnnnn! Ungghhhh! Aunnggghhh!"

She suddenly came, her lovely long body convulsing in sharp spasms, her cries again loud and unmuffled. Oh shit, Kendra or Jane are going to hear us for sure now, Laura realized. But she couldn’t stop Randi, and didn’t want to. Without her braids, she was another gorgeous woman, a woman Laura had never fucked before, just as exquisitely beautiful as the old Randi but different, and watching her come, watching the ecstacy seize her face, was a thrilling moment for Laura.

She embraced the panting girl. "I think maybe you made the right choice," she whispered. "I don’t think Fred ever made you come like that."

"Jeff," Randi panted, eyes still glassy."

"Fred, Jeff, whatever. They can’t fuck you like I can."

"You’re telling me," Randi blinked. "Does this mean I’m your sex slave?"

"No, it means that I’m yours."

Randi made a face. "Euuwww, it means I have to taste my own pussy juice on your lips, though."

Laura held her down and french-kissed her passionately, enjoying Randi’s struggling, which reminded them both of their catfight. Randi rolled over on top of her, and before she knew it Laura was being fucked herself by a very aggressive and ardent woman. Randi, since Laura had seduced her, had always loved to fuck, but now she was more passionate than Laura had ever seen her. She devoured Laura’s body, enjoying Laura’s cries, and whimpers, enjoying her own ability to make Laura come once, twice, fierce and shuddering orgasms that left Laura weak and begging for rest.

By the time they parted near midnight, Laura was wondering what she was getting into, now that Randi would be focusing more and more on their relationship. The sex was truly wonderful, but exhausting. And Laura had others who felt about her the same way Randi did. How would Charise, and Earlene, and Sholandra, and Yvette feel, let alone Karen, or Vanessa, or Cecilia, or others whom she saw more rarely?