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Safehouse update
🕑 Added 2019-02-21 20:00:00 +0000 UTC
So there Renee was, sitting at dinner with the police commissioner and his daughter, trying to find a nice way to explain that she was dating Barbara. Which was a lie. She wasn’t dating Barbara. She was barely even friends with Barbara. She and Barbara were fucking. All night, in all positions, and the commissioner had no idea.
Who knew Commissioner Gordon could be so oblivious to his kid leading a double life?
It would be easier if he were suspicious. Then at least Renee could see it as setting his mind at ease; Barbara wasn’t pregnant or anything… in fact, doing this was probably the exact opposite of being pregnant.
But no, James was, if anything, supportive. He thought Barbara had just invited Renee there because she was her role model or something—a friendly gesture from a little girl lacking in female friends.
“You doing okay, Renee?” Barbara asked, sing-song, wearing a devilish smirk on her face that Renee didn’t know how her father could ignore.
“Yeah. I’m fine. Just a few nerves.” Renee nodded loosely, but with an emphatic jolt of her eyes, in the direction of James Gordon. “I want to make a good impression on the boss, you know?”
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that,” Gordon said, serving himself. Barbara had prepared a big spread for the three of them to enjoy. Everything about Babs tastes good, Renee thought, a flush reddening her face as she remembered that the girl’s father was sitting at the head of the table, not six feet away from her. “Your work speaks for itself. You deserve a break. Consider this your night off.”
“Yeah, Renee, loosen up,” Barbara suggested, sitting across the table from Renee. “Enjoy yourself. You only live once, after all. Why not have as much fun as you possibly can?”
To Renee’s ears, Barbara’s words sounded endlessly suggestive, but Gordon seemed absolutely oblivious that his baby girl was propositioning his underling right under his nose.
Barbara wiggled forward in her seat, making Renee frown at the awkward gesture—what was she up to?—then Renee jumped as she felt a bare foot between her legs.
“Barbara, what are you doing?” Renee demanded.
“Mmm?” Gordon asked, looking up from cutting his steak.
“I was just asking Barbara how she’s doing in school,” Renee amended, folding her hands together as she felt Barbara’s toes wiggling toward her cunt.
“I’m learning a lot actually,” Barbara said, watching Renee’s eyes roll in sheer pleasure as her toes pressed against the thin white panties Renee wore under her dress. “There are some very good teachers there. Real hands-on instruction.”
“That’s good,” Gordon said, with some gruffness in his voice. Renee recalled him complaining about Barbara’s tuition fees—a sore subject with the man. “God knows I pay enough for you to go there…”
“Oh, it’s not about money with my teachers,” Barbara said, staring right at Renee. “Teaching is their passion. I’m sure they’d do it for free…”
Renee gripped her armrests tightly, trying to keep from writhing in her seat as Barbara’s toes worked up and down her wet slit. She leaned back in her chair and let her legs open wider, Barbara’s foot pressing into her soggy panties, almost penetrating her. Renee moaned.
“This is… really good food,” she said.
“Just leftover turkey from Thanksgiving,” Gordon said mildly.
“It’s all in the stuffing,” Barbara said, hooking her big toe through the leghole of Renee’s panties. She pulled, jerked, and yanked until Renee lifted her ass up slightly, allowing Barbara to pull her panties down her legs and onto the floor.
Renee was bare naked under her skirt now, with only the two women knowing it. Renee shivered as the cold surface of her chair chilled her flesh. Barbara’s foot rubbing against her thigh was doing a lot to keep her warm, though.
“So, Renee, the policeman’s ball is coming up,” Gordon said, sipping his wine. “Will you be able to make it?”
“I… I think I’m gonna come,” Renee said as Barbara’s toe slipped all the way through her swollen pussy lips and into her sex. She thought she could feel the varnish on it as it wiggled back and forth inside her liquid excitement. Why did she have to be so turned on by this? Why was the threat of discovery so exciting? She just couldn’t say no to Barbara…
“That’s good to hear. I think Barbara will be attending too.”
“If Renee’s coming, I’m definitely coming too,” Barbara smirked. One look at that naughty smile and Renee was gone. Fuck me with your toe. Fuck me fast and fuck me good.
Barbara kept on smiling, as if she could tell what Renee was thinking. She moved her toe in and out of Renee’s sex, feeling the folds of Renee’s pussy tighten on her in orgasmic rapture. Barbara actually looked startled for a moment at how Renee’s cunt crushed down on her toe, but then she smiled broadly at how Renee was responding to her.
Renee picked up her fork and knife, more to have something to hold onto than because she dared to try and eat. Her fingers went white-knuckled on the silverware as Barbara offered her relief, sliding free of her pussy, running her toes over the length of Renee’s labia, lightly caressing just the crinkled edges of those sweet lips. Renee sucked in her breath hard. She was practically coming already, but hadn’t yet been finished off, and Barbara knew it.
“So Renee, can I ask you a personal question?” Barbara quizzed her.
“…shoot,” Renee very nearly whimpered.
Barbara’s entire foot was drenched with the juices from Renee’s cunt. “Is it true that you’re a lesbian?”
“Barbara!” Gordon gasped, raising his voice slightly. “That’s not very polite—“
“No, it’s alright,” Renee said. “I’m not embarrassed about it, it feels, feels good, so good—I feel good about it!” she quickly amended. Barbara had found the stiff little button of her clitoris and was stroking it between her toes.
“Oh, okay,” Barbara said, picking up her glass of water. “I think I might be a lesbian.”
Gordon choked on his wine.
“Really!” Renee said, her voice halfway between a cough and a moan as she orgasmed. She looked guiltily around the room to see if anyone had noticed, but all Gordon’s attention was on Barbara.
He wiped his mouth with his napkin. “Maybe we should discuss this privately—not in front of company.”
“But Renee’s a lesbian,” Barbara said. “I bet she knows a lot about the lifestyle. It’d probably be really good for me to talk to her about… homophobia and stuff.”
Gordon was forced to concede the point. “I… suppose… but it really wouldn’t be fair to Renee to impose. Maybe you could… talk to your mother?”
Renee cleared her throat. “It’d be no trouble,” she said. “If Barbara wants to talk, I’d be… happy to listen.”
“Great!” Barbara said. “And her apartment isn’t that far away. I could just pop over whenever I need someone to talk to.” She smiled innocently. “It could be like a girls’ night.”
Renee tried to smile back, but she could hear Barbara dragging her panties under the table, picking them up with her toes, then shifting slightly in her seat to take them in hand and jam them into her pocket.
Gordon admitted defeat. “Well,” he said, face flushed, “so long as you’re with someone responsible like Ren—Detective Montoya… and if you’re careful about when you go over to her place.”
“Don’t worry, dad, I know better than to walk the streets at night.” There was a speck of food at the corner of Barbara’s mouth. She got it with her finger. One of the fingers that had picked up Renee’s wet panties. “If it gets dark, I’ll just stay over at Renee’s. I’m sure she won’t mind.”
Comments
Shendude
Good lord. Another one where, the scenarios is hot to begin with, but damned if your writing doesn't make it even hotter.
