3 comments/ 11160 views/ 6 favorites The Sapphire Society Ch. 01 By: Krystal0690 Pursuit and Captured My palms began to sweat as I nervously approached her. I could feel my arms beginning to shake as I walked across the gym floor. Naomie sat majestically on the stationary bike, toweling the perspiration from her forehead. She looked so gorgeous in her skintight pink crop top and form fitting shorts. With her long black hair pulled into a bun and held in place with a colorful clip, she looked even more alluring, as the body moisture provided an outline of her firm erect nipples. There's no reason to be shy I admonished myself. She isn't the first women you've made a pass at in this gym and you've always been successful. However, Naomie was different from the rest. I'd never picked up a black woman before. Just be cool, I reminded myself. It wasn't as if we hadn't already met. I knew her name and she knew mine. I'd even seen her naked many times already. I had to prevent myself from staring at her in the shower. Considering the shape of her body and mocha skin, it was hard not to steal a few glances. Here goes, I thought as I swept my long blonde hair over my shoulder and sat on a stationary cycle next to her. "Hey, Naomie, did you enjoy the yoga class today?" She turned to me and smiled broadly. "That instructor completely kicked my ass. I hate it, but it was the best workout I've had all week. What'd you think, Joy?" "Yeah, Rasha doesn't hold anything back." Time to make my move. "Say, my husband's out of town again for the entire week. Would you be interested in getting some drinks after we finish up here?" The message was subtle, but the underlying meaning would be perfectly obvious, if I'd read Naomie correctly. She never sat chatting with the muscular male gym members. Mostly she came in by herself and talked to the other women in different classes and workout sessions. She gave off a bisexual or perhaps gay vibe. I couldn't be absolutely sure since we seemed so different, but I hoped I wasn't misreading her. I am bi. I have always been attracted to women sexually, for as long as I can remember. I married Landon three years ago and love him deeply. I completely enjoy sex with him, but the truth be told, I prefer sex with other women. The soft skin, tender puffy lips and feel of a firm breast in my hand is something that excites me beyond measure. I've never been in love with a woman, but I love being with them. "Mmmm, that sounds intriguing," she replied. Her eyes travelled over my body as if she was considering me as a sex partner for the first time. Perhaps she felt the same excitement of an inaugural bridging of the racial sexual gap, too. We took our time, but eventually heading to the showers. At first, it seemed awkward to see each other naked as we cleaned up, but after a few minutes, I felt bold enough to allow her to linger on my nude figure. Landon doesn't know about my desire for women. It's not that he wouldn't have been fine with it, quite the opposite. I'm sure he'd be very supportive and gradually try to wheedle his way into the sack with both of us, that's the part I could never handle. As unfair as it sounds, I am jealous and not willing to share my husband with anyone else. An hour after we'd left the gym, I sat across a cocktail table from Naomie, sipping a White Russian and looking into her glowing eyes. I wore a short skirt that showed off my taught legs and pair of spike heels that make them look long and sleek. I'd pick the outfit in anticipation of Naomie perusing my best assets. She seemed to be enjoying herself. Her legs were ever nicer than mine were. I'd always love the look of a slender black woman's legs and more cushioned rear. Naomie could have been a professional model in my opinion. My mind drifted to thoughts of running my hands over those sexy stems. "What do you do for a living, Joy?" I laughed. It seemed so mundane. "I work with engineers. I'm a remote services specialist. I deal with customer issues and get the engineers to fix things. Boring, but it pays decently. Do you have an interesting job?" She sipped her rum & coke through a thin red straw and then licked her pursed lips with the tip of her tongue. She was an executive with a financial corporation. I knew instantly, she was no longer interested in talking over career paths, when her hand landed on my knee. "I'm ready. Do you want to get out of here? We can go to my place. I live a few miles south." We both giggled with anticipation and stood. She boldly took my hand in hers as we departed the bar. I was sure the dozen or so male patrons very staring at the two hot women of different ethnic backgrounds leaning tightly against each other, but we lived in a tolerant state, where such things weren't considered anyone else's business. Outside the bar, she asked, "Are you into a little role playing?" as we stood by my car. "Sure, what do you want me to do?" She suddenly she pulled me close to her. "You just follow my lead. You'll figure things out quickly." I felt her hand caress my ass. My loins felt as if they were on fire. I followed her in my car and parked in front of a modern high-rise. My heart beat in anticipation when I stepped into the elevator with her. Immediately after the doors closed, she pulled me by the waist close to her and planted a decisive kiss. Her tongue darted forcefully into my mouth. If I'd been the instigator of this liaison, Naomie had taken over as director of our encounter. She grabbed both of my arms at the wrist and pinned me to the elevator wall with a single powerful grasp of her hand. The other hand began to explore my breasts. Her long bright colored acrylic nails danced over my mounts as my nipples hardened in the excitement of the situation. She was having her way with me and I'd never been so eager to surrender myself. "I'm glad you finally decided to try to approach me. I though you wanted me, but I needed to see you make the first move. I wanted your total commitment." I longed to run my hands over her tits. I felt I'd earned that privilege. I struggled to free myself from her clench, but Naomie overpowered me. Her hand worked its way down to my vagina and went under my short skirt. "You'll get to check out my stuff when I say you can. Got that, bitch?" I began to shudder as she rubbed my dripping snatch through the satin panties that I was beginning to soak with my juices. I'd never had a women dominate me in this way. It felt intoxicating. All of this was so new to me and I reveled in its investigation. "Yes, I'm yours for the evening. I'll do anything to please you." The bell rang and the doors opened. We'd reached the tenth floor. She released my hands. "Strip. Come on, get your clothes off." Her eyes met mine. She wasn't joking. I pulled off my top and let my boobs free. I dropped the garment to the floor. "Do the rest but leave the heels on. I like the looks of your ass in those." A quick tug of my zipper and my skirt dropped to the floor. She nodded as I slipped my panties down my legs and over my shoes. I managed to scoop up my clothes as she led me down the hallway and pushed me against the door to her condo, while she fumbled for her keys in her purse. My heart drummed as the seconds ticked by. "What if a neighbor comes by?" She ran her hand over my bare boobs and squeezed on of the nipples hard. I winced, starting to understand what I was in for. "Oh, you think it would be weird to have a naked white woman bumped against my front door?" She kissed me again and rubbed my exposed pussy. I nearly came right there. "Do you have any children waiting at home?" There was no one depending upon my being home tonight. Landon and I planned to start a family in a year or two, once his crazy travel schedule settled down. In the meanwhile, I'd been using the time and opportunity to engage my lesbian desires. "No. I'm yours all night." "Good, you'll be sleeping over. Well, not really sleeping. And address me as ma'am." She laughed as the door opened. As commanded, I drop my things by the door. "You like my feet?" Her feet were exquisitely shaped and perfectly pedicured. "Yes, ma'am." "Get your skinny white ass down and start worshiping them." I bent down onto the floor and proceeded to kiss and lick her toes. Her platform strappy heels provided a stunning view of her darkly colored toenails. I gently visited each with my lips and then ran my tongue over them. I must have nibbled her feet for twenty minutes as she told me repeatedly to keep going. "Yeah, you must like doing this. Your pussy just keeps getting wetter and wetter like you're a fucking nympho." She caressed by back with her fingers and I quivered at her touch. "You concentrate on not cuming til I say so. You'll get the best blast of your live when I'm ready to release you." I gather my courage and began to work my way up her ankles. I needed to have a taste of her cooch. Naomie remained completely clothed and I prayed I wouldn't have to beg for it. "No, no. I see what you're after. You'll get your change when I'm ready, but I need to check my mail first." She told me to kneel in front of her sofa and she put her feet across my back as she opened several envelopes and scanned their contents. "Keep still, bitch. I'm trying to see if my electric bill went down this month." She firmly slapped me across the ass with the palm of her hand. I did as told and could feel my pussy imploring to be stimulated to orgasm. At last, her legs moved from my back and I watched as she dropped her panties. She spread her legs and without a word uttered, I began to lick her tasty honey pot. Her womanly scent was unlike anything I'd previously enjoyed - sweet and fresh. The pink hood of her clitoris protruding from her dark brown slit was refreshingly delicious. Its juices began to flow into my mouth and I worked away at it with all the dexterity my tongue was could manage. "Oh, shit, you fucking bitch. Keep it going. Bring me on home." Her voice had turned husky and visceral. "Damn, bitch. Do me." Naomie screeched a series of loud tones and I could tell I'd scored a new conquest. However, this was unlike any female connection I'd ever encountered. I was clearly the vanquished. We weren't equal sex partners. I was there at her discretion. My sole purpose - to please her. "Stand up and spread your legs." I stood and moved my knees widely apart. Her index finger touched my clit and I began to climax. It hit me hard. My knees began to buckle and I dropped to the carpet. Her hand continued to arouse my love button. My cardinal frenzy seemed to last longer than any I'd ever undergone. I fought the dual urge to beg her to stop and to implore her to continue. I screamed out my pleasures as the wave of the orgasm rolled over me while I struggled for air. I finally collapsed onto my back. I caught my breath and heard my new lover say, "Get your act together. I'm multi-orgasmic and you have a lot of work ahead of your tonight." It was three-thirty in the morning by the time Naomie announced her desires had been completely sated. My tongue and lips ached. For the last hour, I'd been allowed to use my hands to bring her off. While her first orgasm had been a tidal wave, those that came after were no less intense. I managed two more of my own, each with decreasing power, but still worthy of some of the best I'd had in my life. I wanted to fall asleep in her arms, but she said, "No, you don't get to sleep in my bed. Get on the floor." She tossed me a pillow and I drifted off minutes later, too exhausted and satisfied to care. When I opened my eyes sometime in the late morning, Naomie was looking at me. She'd already washed and smelled pleasingly perfumed. "I was waiting for you to rise and shine, girl. I'm hungry. Fix me scrambled eggs and bring it to me in bed." As my mind began to focus, I asked, "Are we still doing the role playing game?" Indignantly she said, "Who said anything about this being a game?" Minutes later, I found myself in her kitchen preparing breakfast. I was still naked. She came into the kitchen and said, "I'm taking you as my date to the Sapphire Society tonight. After you finish here, go home and get ready. Be back here by seven. Dress in something real sexy. I want to impress them with my new white bitch." I ask what the Sapphire Society was, but was told I'd see when I got there. Next, I asked, "Am I your first white girlfriend?" Naomie laughed sarcastically. "Not hardly. You'd better rest up this afternoon, you have a very busy evening ahead of you." The Sapphire Society Ch. 02 A Bit Rough "Now that's what I'm talking about," said a woman named Nova, to whom I'd just been introduced. She was one of four other ladies of color seated in Naomie's living room when I arrive that night. She was dark skinned and shorter than me. She walked around me several times examining my presence. "Yeah, Naomie, you picked yourself a hot little piece of ass here." My face began to turn red from embarrassment. I'd dressed in a pair of dark stocking held up with a garter belt and a skirt so short the straps showed. I could tell the other women were leering at me, hungrily sizing me up. "I didn't know you were a queergirl, too," came a voice I instantly recognized. It was Rasha, our yoga instructor from the gym. "My, my, if I'd known, I'd have hit this thing a long time ago." She began to run her hands across my breasts and down toward my crotch. I was almost mortified to be suddenly outed to someone I knew, but not enough that I didn't shiver with sexual excitement as her hand gently squeezed my pubic mount area through the fabric of my skirt. I looked at Naomie for an explanation of what I'd walked into. She seemed to read my bewilderment. "Oh, I'm gonna be passing you around tonight. Sapphire's share and share alike, girl. You're too good to keep all to myself." Naomie stood in front of me, silently undid the buttons of my blouse, and tugged it open to expose my lavender half-bra. My nipples as they became excited protruded over the edge. She dropped the shirt to the floor and then removed my skirt. Without thinking, I licked my lips, as she ran her fingers over my lavender panties. I knew I would not be retaining them much longer. My bra was the next to go and Nova and Naomie each suckled on my nipples. My breathing became faster and faster. I was already near the edge of an orgasm. My mind began to drift toward the rush it was about to enjoy. My eyes closed tightly and I began to shake. Conflicted feelings of shame and elation played electrically across my brain and pussy. "No, not just yet, Joy." Naomie suddenly and callously torn me away from the moorings of my enchanting frenzy. "This is Maylene. She's going to be the first to bring your off tonight." My attention was directed to a woman seated on the sofa. She appeared to be in her late forties. She sat with a distinguished air that seemed elevated above the rest of us in the room. As physically attractive as each of the women in the room was, even at her age, she was easily far more beautiful that all of us. Although it had been ten years since I last seen her picture, I recognized her immediately. This was Maylene Wilson. At one time, she'd been on the covers of Glamour, Cosmo, Elle and even had a Sport Illustrated cover featuring her in a barely-there bikini to her credit. I remembered her well from my teenage years. "Why don't you come sit next to me, baby?" She patted a spot of the sofa. I had no idea Maylene, once called the face of her generation for over two years, was into women. The gossip sheets of the era followed her many rumored affairs with Hollywood's handsomest actors. My knees began to shake as I walked to the sofa and snuggled up next to her. She was elegantly dressed and I was in nothing but a garter, stocking and heels. "Spread your legs, honey. I want everyone to see me bring you off." She proceeded to kiss me passionately. I'd never had sex with anyone well known, much less world-renowned at one time. My tongue followed hers back into her mouth, as her fingers explored my wide opens slit. My hands attempted to move to her breasts, but I was physically rebuffed. "No, baby, not yet. You'll get plenty of chances later, but for now, the Sapphire's want to watch you cum." I fought mentally to retain my composure. I needed my time with her to continue. I wanted her to continue to hold me and play with my sluttish snatch for as long as the evening lasted. It wasn't to be. I screamed aloud as a jot of lust from my pussy shot up my spine. I wreathed in pleasure uncontrollably. "Please don't stop. I need it so fucking bad." The blast of my climax was so powerful that tears extruded from my eyes. I struggled to keep from passing out. Maylene kissed me gently once more and then allowed me to the slump on to the sofa while I recovered. I didn't care if all the others in the room watched as I rubbed at my clitoris still trying to take in the final after embers of my explosion. I was beyond the capability of feeling shame. I panted and wiped the perspiration from by brow as I sat up. "Welcome to the Sapphire Society," Naomie beamed. I assumed the name was a play on the word Sapphic, another term for lesbianism. Perhaps this was my initiation. "Am I a member now?" Nova was the first to laugh and then said, "Girl, you can't be a Sapphire. Do you even know what a Sapphire is?" "I'm bi. Is the group only for gay women?" Nova laughed again at my obvious confusion. Naomie jumped into the conversation. "Sapphire is a derogatory term for an angry black woman. We use it ironically. But if you must know, we are all a bit irritated with the way things are." I began to fidget uncomfortably. I was still the only naked woman in the room, in addition to being the only white one. A knock on the door changed that. Three other white women entered the living room and silently began to remove their clothing. Each was in their mid-twenties, about the same age as me. The three sat on the sofa next to me and introduced themselves as Danica, Gina, and Winter. "Have you ever seem a bunch of whiter white girls that these. Even their names scream Caucasian." Nova was not smiling as she said that. "I was just about tell Joy, how we angry black women like to take our sexual aggressions and frustrations out on bleeding heart white girls like you four," said Naomie. "Yeah, that's right, sister. These kind of women feel obligated to make it up to us for all the shit in life we have to put up with, by serving us sexually for a few hours. It's not much, but it helps." Unsure if this was still part of the role-play, I asked, "Why are you so angry?" "Do you have any idea why we're bi and gay here? It's because there's a shortage of black men. One out of every six are in prison, that's almost half of the entire population. It's six times the rate of whites, and they aren't committing six times amount of crimes." "But, didn't they break the law?" "If the law is always profiling and searching your car with excuses like a busted tail light, their bound to find something wrong," said Ivette, one of the other black women present. She sounded really angry. "Then there's all you white girls that think it's so cool to have a black boyfriend. Every one for them is one less available for us." "Fucking Kim Kardashian," Nova stated forcefully, "She should keep her fat ass on her own side of the fence." I thought I'd try to defuse the situation. "I've never had a black boyfriend." "Oh, they aren't good enough for your lily white ass?" Nova was clearly upset. I began to stammer. "Forget it; you can't win with us on this argument. You can't understand what we go through every day." Nova was becoming highly agitated and waved her index finger in the air. "Unarmed people with our skin color get shot down by the cops all the time. They don't even count how often it happens. It only gets reported if someone catches it on video and even then the man usually gets off." The other naked women beside me shifted in their seats uncomfortably. "They're just going to make us work harder to satisfy their bent up rage," whispered Gina. Her long straight dark hair fell over her boobs and she looked both frightened and aroused at once. "You have no idea what it's like to be a black women in this country, Joy. Have you ever had a black women as a friend or do all your images of us come from what you see on Judge Judy?" "I'll admit it. No, I never have had a friend who is black. I wanted you to be my friend, doesn't that count?" "You wanted me, because it excited you to fuck a black chick. You wanted to try something different. It's still prejudice to pick out someone for the color of their skin." "But, didn't you choose me because I'm white?" "Yes. It was because I want to get back at your kind and your privileged world." "But, you have a better job and a much nicer place to live." "And you have no idea what I had to go through to get here. I'm the only black women in the building. Neighbors still watch me like I'm going to break in and steal their televisions." "All of us here are high achievers in our lives, but the way the media portrays us, you'd think all black women are just Ghetto bitches," Ivette said more calmly than before, when she recognized how frightened the white chicks were becoming. "You've even got an entire cable network that tells you white folks how lazy we all are." Nova wasn't calming down yet. "Nobody but old white men watch that crap. I try to believe everyone should be accepted for the content of their character." I was honestly trying to sound convincing. Ivette laughed mockingly at me. "Thanks a lot, Martin, but you never will get it completely. The best you can do right now is to get your liberal honky ass over here and lick my cunt." She was a larger woman that the rest, but Ivette possessed her own unique allure. Her wore a long kaftan skirt, that she rapidly pulled off revealing she worn nothing underneath. She landed in an easy chair and motioned me over to kneel before her. Her muff was smooth and already moist. Its aroma was different from Naomie's and had an earthier flavor. Her clit was large and flexible as my tongue manipulated it. "Yeah, that's it, work it, bitch. It's gonna take some effort to get me off." Alternately, I kissed her pussy and returned to licking her pink palace. "Put some teeth into it. I like it a bit rough." As commanded, I sucked her clitty into my mouth and clamped on with my incisors. "Yeah, that's the way. Show me what a little skeezer you can be." I looked over to see Danica's head buried between Naomie's legs. She was making audible guzzling sounds and I felt a tinge of jealousy. Clearly, Naomie had her way with this slut many times before. "Are you sorry for all that black men you fucked and kept to yourself?" Danica's voice became high pitched, like that of an apologetic little girl, "Yes, ma'am." You never considered how few decent black men are available to us, did you?" "No." Danica sounded pathetic. It really did seem as if she wanted to atone for her thoughtlessness. "What do you have to say to all the ladies in this room?" She picked her head briefly from her appointed task and, "I'm so sorry. I'm an inconsiderate cumdump." She promptly went back to work. "Girl, don't you start feeling sorry for her," Ivette said, as she wrapped her thighs tightly around my face and dug her nails into my scalp. "She was fucking a married black man. His wife was ready to send her straight to bitch hell. We managed to talked her into letting us punish Danica instead." "I heard that," shouted Nova, who was near climax from be eaten by red-haired Gina. "You don't ever try to steal a back woman's husband. We don't put up with that kind of shit." They weren't joking. Over the course of the next three hours, Danica received the worst of their abuse. It turned out Nova was a special fan of being rimmed. Poor Danica spent a good half hour with her tongue implanted into Nova's anus, all the while being told what a philandering tramp she was. "Oh, Danica's been coming here for two years. Nearly every weekend. Once she got her first taste of black puss, she became addicted. The little hoe begs to be abused by us. Isn't that right, you dirty little slut?" "Yes, Ma'am. I can't live without it and I don't desire men anymore," she said with downcast imploring eyes. For my part, I got to taste Maylene's pussy and it was everything I'd long fanaticized about. The Sapphire Society Ch. 03 The Hand Off Sometime later, I lay panting on the floor, still naked and unashamed. Maylene had departed, but complemented Naomie, "You picked yourself a fine little piece of ass," as she walked out the door. It was then that I heard Rasha ask, "Do you mind if I play with your pretty little blonde Barbie doll, too?" Moments later, I was holding hands with her and being led down the hallway to a guest bedroom. Rahsa was nicely dressed in a yellow min-length shirt and a pair of platform pumps. Her right hand slid down over my bare ass. "I've been thinking about you for a long time." She bent over to kiss me. Her full desirable lips shimmered with gloss and actively worked themselves against mine. She drew me tightly against her well-toned body. A shot of craving shot though my exposed pussy as her large breasts brushed against mine. "I can't believe I didn't pick up on you liking the ladies. I watched you in my class in that tight little unitard, pushing your firm ass up in the air all the time. I so wanted to get a piece of that action, but I didn't know you were in play." My hands were instantly all over her. I worked at unbuttoning her silky blouse. I began kissing her tits once they were uncovered. "So, how come you never tried to hit on me?" Rahsa's voice sounded accusing. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I misread your interest, too. As my yoga instructor, I was too shy to have approached you. Can I make it up to you? Please?" I really was begging. At that instant I wanted her so badly. Every inch of her body was sculpted to near perfection. She conducted three hours of intense exercise a day and her body was evidence of her hard work. I knew that Rasha was co-owner of the gym and even if I'd known of her proclivity toward women, I wouldn't have considered myself in her league. My lips engulfed her right nipple and I worked the left with my hand. She began to moan softly and slid her gown off so that we were finally naked together. "I don't believe you, you little bitch. You thought you were too good for me. When you wanted to get with a black girl, you hit on a light-skinned one like Naomie. I'm so mad at you." She proceeded to pull me across her lap. I didn't fight at first, but then the open palm of her hand decisively smacked against the flesh of my ass. I yelped. She wasn't faking my punishment. I could tell there'd be a lasting inflamed mark. "You keep your bitching to yourself. I can slap you a lot harder than that." A series of intense spanks rained down across my formerly alabaster derriere. By the time I'd received the full extent of my punishment, my entire rear was hot and reddened. I stood in front of her and she commanded, "Stoke that tender tush for me." Rahsa licked her lips with delight as I attempted to sooth the enflamed flesh of my rear by rubbing it with both hands. I pouted with a quivering lower lip. "Yeah, you show me how sorry you are. You white girls are such prima donnas. I always had to go easy on you in my class, because you might start to whine. 'Oh, she's making me sweat. I'm not used to real exercise'," she said in a cold mocking tone. My face turned a shade of red nearly close the crimson shade of my butt. "I've been a conceited princess. I want to make it up to you." She pushed me to the floor, removed her panties and spread her legs. It wasn't necessary to say another word. I knew what to do to please her with my mouth. I used my tongue to lap away at her clitty as she rolled onto her back. "Yeah, you keep it going. You're doing a decent job of pleasing my puss. I'll tell you when you can stop." For twenty minutes, I brought her to two screaming orgasms. Rahsa was merciless in her insistence that I not slow my pace or intensity. "You keep working it, you little skank. Come on, feel the burn, bitch." At long last, she ordered me to stop. She grabbed me by my hair and pulled be onto the bed with her. Her ebony hands stood in stark contrast across the milky tone of my boobs, as she navigated the highlights of my body. I forgot the aching that still plagued my buttocks and began to revel in the pleasure she was generously providing me as recompense of my services. A sensation of delight shot through me, when she touched my cunt and she began to finger my clitoral hood. Did this really mean she was going to bring me off, too? My heart began to race. I reciprocated by gently stoking her clit with my other hand. "You are a hot bit of tail, sweetheart. If Naomie hadn't gotten first dibs on you, I could see myself dating you." Her began to breathe in a rhythmic patter and started to tremble. My mind concentrated on her statement that Naomie had a claim on me. There was a chance I could be hers. Even if it wouldn't be exclusive, I was thrilled at the thought that was some connection between us. I was enthralled as Rahsa continued to work toward attending to my needs. Her tongue flicked away at my clit. It began to twitch from the attention. I came and made sound like I'd never before emitted. They were the tones of someone in complete submission to another imploring for relief. My hands clutched at the sheets and I rocked back and forth. We laid on the bed and kissed passionately, with her on top of me, until I'd recovered enough to stand once more. Rahsa dressed and led me by the hand toward the living room. I heard loud music blaring as we rounded the corner, to see Danica, Gina and Winter in nothing but high heels dancing to a hop-hop song. Their arms were raised high above their heads and their boobs bounced as they moved to the grove. I wasn't familiar with the female artist, much less the song, but I was later told it was Azealia Banks rapping Nude Beach A-Go-Go. When Azealia blasted out the lyrics: "Black women's attraction All the white girls join in the action" * The three women turned as shook their asses. Like me, they'd been severely spanked and had bright rosy swellings on their bottoms. The black women, who were completely dressed, laughed at their feeble attempts to move with the beat. I noticed Nova motioned me to come sit beside her. He was puffing on a long cylindrical object that had a blue glow at the tip. She inhaled deeply and exhaled a thick vaporized fog. I realized it was an e-cigarette. ** "Don't worry, hon, it's only water vape. A bitch would have to be crazy to put nicotine in this thing." Nova inhaled once more, blew a cloud onto my tits, and continued down to my bald snatch. The warm moisture helped revive my nearly exhausted clit. Another puff and more mist tickled my loins. Minutes later, most of my body became obscured by the mist that she breathed out. As it dissipated, my body shimmered in the pale light of the room since it was damp from a fine film of water. She drew another deep drag from the e-cig and motioned me to kiss her. Through our opened mouths, she passed a massive amount of the atomized water and almost automatically, I drew it in. As I breathed out through my nose, a cloud billowed from my nostrils. She handed me the device and instructed, "Suck on this real hard just it's like your husband's cock." I detected a note of sarcasm and jealousy in her tone. I placed it between my lips and drew in the vapor. At one point in my foolish youth, I'd tried smoking a few cigarettes and hated the unpleasant taste and burning sensation. This was entirely different. There was no hot scraping of my windpipe or stale stench of tobacco and nicotine. This was simple water converted into a fine cool steam. It filled my lungs until I blew it out of my mouth and nose in a huge visible cloud. I passed my foggy breath into Nova's mouth and then into Naomie's, who was now rubbing my bare breasts from behind. I handed the vape dispenser back to Nova and watched as she took a deep drag and then released a jet of her warm humid breath onto my cunt. I didn't think it possible, since my pussy seemed spent for the evening, but I came once more as the two clothed women fondled me. Naomie took my hand and said, "Time to take this girl to bed." She winked at the other Sapphires and led me to her bedroom. I slept in the bed and drifted off immediately. I remained unconscious until late the next morning. Naomie woke me with a series of gentle open mouth kisses that became more passionate as I revived. There was only the two of us left in the condo by then and we made love for hours in ways only two women coming together can appreciate. "You mentioned you'd like to have me as a friend. Are you still interested in being more than my plaything?" she asked as I prepared to leave for home. "Do you mean that? Yes." "We'll have coffee after the gym later in the week. Girl talk, maybe a little shopping therapy. Two new friends getting to know each other." "I'd love that." "Just don't get the idea that you won't be my plaything on weekends." ~ ~ ~ Since that time, I've become a regular attendee of Sapphire Society functions. Sometimes, Naomie treats me as her exclusive girlfriend, other times I'm passed around and made to submit to anyone who wants my sexual services; it all depends upon Naomie's mood. Whatever happens, I'm glad I had the courage to approach her in the gym. ~ End ~ * It's called sampling bitches ** Cigarettes and nicotine cause cancer. This potentially dangerous activity is solely for erotic interpretation and not condoned by the writer