Finally, the lights flickered and I ran across the street, skirt flapping up, pigtails bouncing on my head. I couldn’t wait to get a cock inside my...pussy! Charlotte was waiting for me inside her kitchen. She was dressed in a long black skirt and a professional looking white button up, which wasn’t buttoned up all the way. Her tits were pushing out of the top and heaving with anticipation. Her dirty blond hair was pulled back in a no-nonsense ponytail, and she was wearing a pair of thick. One arm slid behind me, under my hair, the other moved across my chest to cup and feel the other breast. Her mouth was hard against me now, pressing me down against the pillow. The dildo at my thigh pressed insistently. Abruptly she stopped and looked away from me. I followed her gaze. Sure, it was Lorna but not the Lorna in the red dress. This was the dyke who’d been with Georgie in the bar on the Friday. Black leather chaps covered her legs but allowed her purple, strapless dildo to show. I had just tried it once and had hated it. But here I was his slut, and he was my master. So I bent down further, cleaned his asshole with my fingers, sniffed it once.Surprisingly unlike the earlier one, this wasn’t stinking. So I started licking it, and then gradually inserted my tongue in his hole. I started tongue fucking his hole while stroking his cock and occasionally massaging his balls. I could feel he was building up.His moans grew. He held me by my hair and pushed my face in his ass.. I decided the best way was to keep her occupied so I kissed her. It started out tenderly and stayed that way. We kissed for several minutes before she retreated slightly and spoke the first coherent sentence I had heard since I found her on the sofa."Thanks, I really needed that" she said before wrinkling her nose and saying "damn I stink! How can you stand to be in the same room with me?"I had kind of toned down my olfactory sense as we cuddled. I hadn't wanted to mention that she smelled like.