Strapped

Strapped Part 4

Nikki moaned into the kiss she was sharing with Joey between the doorway of her apartment and hallway. "Mmmm, that was exquisite."

Joey smiled into their kiss then pecked Nikki's cheek before stepping back. "Happy to be of service." She walked backwards until she reached the top of the stairs, turned, and walked down the stairs with a pep in her step.

Nikki remained leaning against the doorframe, listening to the sounds of Joey's departure. When she heard the downstairs door click shut, she stepped back into her apartment, closing the door as she moved. Just as she was about to turn the deadbolt, a knock reverberated from the other side. Nikki assumed it was Joey so she swung the door open with a smile, but her happy face turned startled when she found herself looking her best friend in the eye. "Hi," she whispered.

Mickey smirked then crossed her arms over her middle with a chuckle as she slowly shook her head side to side. "So, my best friend, who I've known for decades, likes to be treated like a slut by a dyke with a big cock."

Nikki nervously swallowed as she felt her world closing in on her. A part of her was ashamed for her preferences, and a part of her was scared of what Mickey may do or say now that she knew that her best friend had kept a secret from her all these years. Nikki lowered her gaze to the floor. "Not all the time." She found her chin cradled in a warm hand as it was lifted to meet Mickey's eyes. "If it helps, I've fantasized doing that with you."

Mickey stepped closer, forcing Nikki to peer far up then grasped her shoulders and ran her palms down Nikki's arms, soothingly. "Me too." They moved together, meeting halfway in a tender kiss. Mickey's hands abandoned Nikki's arms for her waist and tugged on the material of her shirt while deepening their kiss. Hot tongues slipped and slid against one another before Mickey possessively sucked Nikki's tongue deep in her mouth, stroking and sucking. Mickey shuddered when Nikki's short nails raked over her skin under her shirt, and she broke away from the kiss with a deep gasp.

"I wanna do that to you," Nikki said, lifting Mickey's shirt and nipped and licked her toned abdomen. She pushed Mickey up against the wall next to the front door then dropped to her knees and made quick work of Mickey's belt, buttons, and fly on her jeans before yanking them down to her ankles. She peered up at Mickey with pleading eyes, and asked, "May I suck you the way you sucked me?"

Mickey smirked and cupped Nikki's chin with her hand, and said, "As long as you're my baby girl, and not my little slut, you can have any part of me in any way you want."

Nikki simply smiled before she spread open Mickey's lips, exposing her large, protruding clit and flicked it with her tongue. Her confidence gained strength the more Mickey moaned and gyrated her hips against her tongue. Mickey cried out when Nikki gathered her slippery substance from her pussy and dragged it up toward her clit, swirling her tongue around.

Mickey placed a hand on the back of Nikki's head, and said, "That's it, baby girl, suck it good. Make me come all over your tongue."

With Mickey's encouraging words, she sucked harder. She expertly sucked and licked, effectively pushing Mickey's orgasm to the brink. With a guttural shout and a powerful jerk of the hips, Mickey exploded inside her mouth. Nikki scrunched her eyes shut as she drank down Mickey's essence, reveling in the fact that she just made the woman she has been in love with since forever, come. She smiled through her cleaning up process of Mickey, licking away the mess while Mickey lovingly petted her head. When she finished, she looked up at Mickey with a soft vulnerability etched on her face that radiated out of her eyes, and said, "I've always been your baby girl."

Mickey pulled her pants up without doing them up, then pulled Nikki up from the floor. Eyes shining with love and appreciation, she kissed Nikki on each cheek, treating her like a cherished prize, and said, "You belong to me now. No more Daddy with her cock."

Nikki loved the possessiveness emanating from Mickey, but she wasn't sure she wanted her to tell her who she could hang out with. "I'll make ya a deal." She cocked an eyebrow, challenging Mickey.

"I'm listening," Mickey said as she began zipping up her pants.

She ran a fingertip from Mickey's collarbone down between her breasts ending at her navel. "I'll stop fucking Daddy, but I still get to hang out with her." Before Mickey could respond, she pressed her finger to Mickey's lips. "I've known her for a decade, can't exactly cut her out."

Mickey straightened to her full height as she strapped her belt securely, emphasizing her biceps through her t-shirt. "Fine, I can live with that."

"Great. Now, I have a request for you."

Mickey leered at Nikki's body while licking her lips, showing what she wanted.

Nikki chuckled. "Soon, but I was wondering if you'd wear something special to the reception."

Mickey's sightseeing cut short and she met Nikki's gaze. "Oh, and what did you have in mind?"

Nikki smirked as she unfastened the newly fastened belt, then slipped it through the beltloops, folded it half and snapped it together, creating a crack in the air, bouncing off the walls. "Come strapped." She shrieked loudly when Mickey lunged for her and tossed her smaller body over her broad shoulder and walked them to Nikki's bedroom. Nikki took advantage of her position and spanked Mickey with her own belt all the way there.