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The Bachelorette	By : quinnfabraysmut Category: G through L > Glee Views: 22049 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-The Bachelorette
- 2-Double Life
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“C’mon, Rach. It’ll be fun. Santana is a bitch, but she can’t deny you one last night of fun,” Puck begged.
“Santana is not a bitch, and I am not going to that sleazy strip club, Noah Puckerman,” Rachel huffed.
Noah Puckerman was Rachel Berry’s best friend, but right then Rachel wasn’t sure he really understood her.
“C’mon. You know Britt and the other Cheerios are dragging Santana to one of those high class joints uptown,” Puck begged Rachel some more, whinier this time.
He also said Cheerios with a bit of disdain mixed with lust. Santana’s old high school bitches/friends were amazing in bed, one at a time or in pairs, but they were also predictable.
Rachel thought about that.
“You think so?” Rachel said.
“Of course,” he said. “You know they think she’s getting soft, and they think she just needs to see a pair of tits flying free to wake her up.”
“Th-they do?”
“Yeah,” Puck answered, a little sheepishly. He realized Santana would twist his balls if Santana found out he told Rachel this. Santana wanted Rachel oblivious because she didn’t care what her former minions thought. He put his hand on her shoulder. “Um, don’t tell Santana I told you. But, hey, this just means you can have some fun, too, right?”
Rachel was thrown by this new information.
“I don’t know…maybe there won’t be any harm in just going.” She paused. “I’m telling Santana, though.”
“Yes!” Puck fist pumped and got on the phone to invite all his Neanderthal friends and Rachel’s friends who would appreciate a good pair of boobs.

“You look hot, and you need a lap dance,” Puck insisted in spite of Rachel’s protest.

Rachel wore a mid-thigh, flared gray skirt with a black top. She wore high heels, and her legs were bare.

She was, indeed, hot, and more than a few guys and girls had watched her ass when she got up to get drinks or to go to the restroom.
They’d been watching this gorgeous blonde. The club actually had a program of sorts—Rachel, on second thought, realized it was probably more like a menu—at this club, and it said she was 5’5”.
“Lucy Q” had lean dancers' legs, somewhat small but perfect, perky tits, amazing really, but neither her amazing legs nor her tits Rachel badly wanted to put in her mouth were her best feature.
Rachel wanted to squeeze the ass on that girl to make sure it was real.
It was tight and round and…mmmm, just wow.
Rachel felt a bit guilty for getting hard to a girl who wasn’t Santana, but…damn it, this girl was a goddess…easily as sexy as Santana.
Maybe sexier…
“I promise, Rachel,” Puck said. “You’ll like it. Maybe you’ll even get lucky.”
“I’m not sleeping with her, Puck. You may force a lap dance on me, and I won’t deny I’ll probably enjoy it. But, I absolutely will not betray Santana’s trust and sleep with her,” Rachel lectured.
“Okay, okay,” Puck said, raising his hands in surrender. “Look, I’m just lookin’ out for my Jew babe. Just let her take you into a private room and dance for you and let the chips fall where they may.”
“I’m not having sex with her!”
“Okay!”

Lucy Q entered the private room where Rachel waited.

Rachel swallowed hard.

Lucy Q was dressed again, if you could call it that, this time in a red and black half corset-half bra top under a skimpy red strip of cloth with sleeves.
Her tits overflowed, and Rachel realized they were a bit larger than they looked in the dim light of the club’s main floor.
Now, she really wanted one (at a time) in her mouth.
Quinn also wore black tights covering her long legs, which were even more gorgeous up close and in the better light of the room, and black ankle boots.
Her ensemble was complete with a red and black plaid skirt, which totally didn’t reach mid-thigh, and a flat, toned, bare midriff.
Rachel stared, flabbergasted.
She looked like the sluttiest innocent schoolgirl imaginable, and Rachel grew impossibly hard in her boxers.
She almost whimpered because she wanted to lick those abs so badly. They looked so hard and creamy at the same time.
“Oh god,” she breathed.
“Rachel?” Lucy Q asked.
Rachel’s heart skipped a beat at Lucy Q’s voice, and she could tell she was staring at her legs, too.
After her heart started beating again, it was at much faster rate.
“Y…” she cleared her throat of the husk. “Yes, I’m Rachel.”
“I’m Quinn,” Lucy Q smiled.
“Oh! Well…It’s nice to meet you…Quinn,” Rachel replied.
Quinn chuckled.
“Sorry, I hate Lucy Q. They insist on it on the main floor, but for you, I’m just Quinn, my middle name. Lucy’s my first name.”
Rachel was charmed and smiled.
“Well, again, it’s nice to meet you. Um, do you…my friend Puck bought the dance. This is my bachelorette party, and he wanted me to let loose one more time, but you don’t have to. I-I don’t want to offend you. You can keep the money, but you must have to dance for sweaty guys all the time, and I don’t want to make you—“
“Rachel,” Quinn said softly, smiling. As soft as her voice was, it cut through Rachel’s ramble.
“Yes?”
“I’d like to dance for you, if you want it.”
“I do.”
God, she did. She was trying to be noble, but she really wanted to see this girl and her amazing body move again…naked.
“But…before you do, I have to warn you of something.” She looked down onto her lap and crossed her legs on the comfortable couch she sat on.
Quinn sensed Rachel’s discomfort and walked up to her to crouch down with her hands on Rachel’s knees.
“Hey…what is it?” She had a gentle smile that melted Rachel. “It’s okay. I won’t judge.”
Rachel blushed all over at Quinn’s soft touch and voice that comforted her and made her tingle at the same time.
“Um…I don’t want you to be surprised when you, um…grind on me and feel it.” She looked into the prettiest eyes she’d ever seen and swallowed. Her dick twitched. “I have a penis.”
She whispered the last part.
“Oh my,” Quinn said. Rachel saw a twinkle in her eye.
“If you change your mind, I’ll understand—“
“Rachel,” Quinn interrupted again with that enchanting voice.
“Mmm?”
“I think it’s sexy,” she said, simple and direct.
“Really?”
“Mhm.” Quinn, at this point, shifted her demeanor, and Rachel gulped again. “I love feeling a hard dick, but I definitely prefer the female form otherwise. It’ll be so nice to feel a cock with soft curves and feminine scent instead of a sweaty hulk and meaty paws…and, mmmm, you’ll do just fine.”
Quinn finished by running her hands over Rachel’s bare thighs with a bite of her bottom lip.
Rachel’s stomach flipped, and she closed her eyes to collect herself.
Quinn was absolutely the sexiest woman she’d ever seen, and everything she did seemed to bring Rachel closer to cumming without even being touched.
Her embarrassment at this state of affairs was declining by the second, but she still didn’t want to make a mess, at least not yet.
Quinn stood, still biting that lip, but now lifting one eyebrow. And…oh my, who knew an eyebrow lift could be sexy?
Quinn smirked as she turned, and, suddenly, with the push of a button on a remote in Quinn’s pocket, a driving beat began on a loud speaker in the room.
Quinn was off and dancing…dipping low, swaying her luscious ass.
With a sway of her ass and look back, Quinn danced in front of Rachel for a bit, moving her hands over her breasts, down her sides, over her ass and back as she danced.
She ran her hands down her body one more time and dropped her skirt.
Rachel gasped at Quinn's ass, again even tighter and rounder in this light, and she beyond hope of restraining herself.
Quinn could do anything she wanted to her, and if Quinn didn’t ask soon, she would.
Then, before Rachel knew it, Quinn very smoothly straddled her thighs and ground down on her dick.
Quinn’s pussy, even under her panties, was a like a magnet to Rachel’s dick, and she’d already soaked through.
Rachel felt it and groaned.
She kept her hands on the couch, though, not out of restraint but just because she wanted to watch Quinn do her thing.
“Fuck,” Rachel breathed as Quinn, hands on the back of the couch on either side of Rachel’s head, ground and ground and ground to the rhythm of the music.
Rachel realized it was “Toxic” by Britney Spears, but the music didn’t matter.
Only Quinn mattered right then.
“Oh my god,” Quinn gasped.
Around and around Quinn moved her hips, never losing contact with Rachel’s dick, until finally Quinn needed to feel more.
She already knew she wanted to see and feel Rachel’s cock, but she couldn’t ask, yet. She was the one who was supposed to be naked, and she wanted to be naked right fucking now.
She swayed and moved to the beat, standing and fluidly, teasingly drawing her panties down on one side with a playful look at Rachel, as if to ask if she wanted them gone.
“Turn around,” Rachel said in answer. “I want to see your ass.”
Rachel knew she wanted this girl, but even she was surprised at her own forwardness at this point.
Quinn obliged, teasingly pulling on one side, then the other of her panties, as she turned, still keeping up the pretense of dancing to the beat.
Then…
“Oh fuck,” Rachel gasped again as Quinn bent and dropped her panties to the floor in one swift motion, with only the slightest pause as they stuck to her pussy. She lost her top, too. “Damn.”
Quinn's body, ass, legs, stomach, tits and the prettiest face on the planet, made Rachel dizzy.
“You like?” Quinn whispered in Rachel’s ear after taking her place back on Rachel’s lap, grinding again, with her bare pussy this time.
“Mhm. Shit…I might cum, Quinn. Your ass is…” she couldn’t really describe it, and Quinn took the compliment.
“I want to see you cum. Can I…can I see your cock?” Quinn managed to ask in the lusty air.
Rachel was in a daze at how turned on she was and how unbelievable Quinn and her body were, but she was ready and relieved when Quinn asked.
“Yes,” she said.
Quinn immediately moved to kiss Rachel.
All professionalism vanished as soon as Rachel consented to get naked, too.
Rachel responded to the kiss with gusto, moving her hands from the couch to Quinn’s hips and wrapping her tongue around Quinn’s.
“You're so beautiful, Rachel. ” Quinn said against Rachel’s lips. "I’m going swallow your cum. Then, I want you to fuck me, okay?"
By this time, the music had ended, completely unnoticed by both women.
“Okay,” Rachel said.
Quinn continued to grind down on a dick she couldn’t wait to see.
Miraculously, Rachel hadn’t blown her load yet, and finally Quinn got up off her lap so Rachel could get naked too.
In no time, Rachel indeed was naked and Quinn’s mouth was attached to her nipple, tongue winding around and fluttering over it.
“Your body is amazing,” Quinn said as she kissed down Rachel’s belly, toned but not as muscular as Quinn’s, very cute.
Then, Quinn got her first good look at Rachel’s dick, resting against her bellybutton.
She licked her lips.
“Mmmm.”
Quinn first went for Rachel’s balls, licking up the seam to the base of her cock.
Rachel’s shaft was only about 6 inches, but very thick.
“This is going to stretch me so good,” Quinn said before she took the whole shaft into her mouth and started bobbing up and down over it with her lips.
After several times up and down, she added her tongue to the underside, and moaned load and deep.
“Tastes so good,” she said after removing her mouth and before licking up one side, then the other. “Cum for me Rachel.”
Rachel, enjoying everything Quinn’s mouth did and the unbelievably gorgeous sight of her mouth moving over her dick, had been on edge the whole time.
The command set her off.
She exploded and shot a huge, hot, volcanic load. Big globs of cum poured into Quinn’s waiting mouth, wrapped around her dick again.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Rachel chanted as Quinn gulped down every drop.
“Yeah, fuck,” Quinn said after swallowing it all and resuming her place on Rachel’s lap, this time both their bare crotches coming together. “Your cum tastes really good.”
Quinn spread her pussy lips over Rachel’s dick, up and down. She wanted it hard, but she was also enjoying the feel of it hard and soft at the same time on her pussy lips.
She whimpered every time her clit bumped Rachel’s glans.
“Shit, I need you inside,” Quinn muttered and lifted up to line Rachel’s dick up with her pussy.
“Wait. D-do you have condoms?” Rachel asked.
“Don’t need ‘em…don’t ever use ‘em, Need to sit on your dick.”
“Um…okay,” Rachel said. She was beyond caring and finally finding the full measure of the sexual confidence she always had with Santana. “Oh my god, your pussy is good…hot!”
Rachel meant that literally. As Quinn slowly sank down on Rachel’s cock, her walls conformed perfectly to Rachel’s stiff dick, and they both throbbed with heat.
Quinn started grinding again, not bouncing because Rachel’s cock buried balls deep was the best feeling she’d ever had.
“Fuck,” Rachel exclaimed as she grabbed Quinn’s ass and helped with the grinding, her balls brushing where Quinn’s pussy and buttocks met on every rock of her hips.
“Your dick is so good…the best I’ve ever had.” Quinn was already sure. “Fits like it’s made for my pussy.”
It probably did actually have something to do with the rest of the body attached to it, but Rachel’s big cock was stretching her so deliciously.
She knew, already, she’d have to have it again and again and again.
Quinn continued her rocking, noticing quickly that she had sunk down far enough that the tip of Rachel’s dick was brushing her cervix, causing her to moan again.
Rachel took one of Quinn’s tits in her mouth, finally, and it was just as she thought. So soft and fit just right.
Quinn moved one hand and squeezed Rachel’s breast and stuck her tongue down her throat until she needed to breathe.
“Cum inside my cunt, Rachel,” she whispered against Rachel’s lips.
“Fuck!” Rachel responded reverently.
She tightened her grip on Quinn’s ass and thrust up, unloading her balls in a torrent.
“Rachel,” Quinn grunted as she felt Rachel’s hot load batter her cervix, which set off her own orgasm.
She squeezed her pussy walls, fusing to every ridge of Rachel's dick, and gushed.
The molten flood inside of Quinns pussy had an unbelievable effect on their orgasms.
Finally, after a long several seconds in which Quinn squeezed out some more of Rachel’s cum and gushed some more, she collapsed against Rachel, her forehead on Rachel’s collarbone.
They both breathed heavily, exhausted.
Rachel wound her arms around Quinn and, as she recovered, planted kisses along her shoulder.
“Quinn,” she said, just wanting to say her name.
She wanted to ask if Quinn fucked any other clients, but somehow she knew.
Quinn wasn’t a cheap whore. She was a sexual woman, clearly, but Rachel instinctively knew this was special.
“Come back tomorrow,” Quinn finally panted.
“I can’t. I’m getting married,” Rachel answered.
“After your honeymoon…please. Come back.” Quinn still hadn’t lifted her head. She knew what she was asking was so wrong, but she had to.
She wrapped her arms around Rachel’s neck and buried her face against it.
“Okay…it’ll be two weeks from tomorrow,” Rachel finally answered.
Quinn looked up.
“Really?” she asked with hope in her eyes.
“Yeah, really. I can't just give you and your pussy up." Rachel smirked. "I'm getting married, but you are too amazing to not come back to again and again and again."
“Tell your friend to get his money back.”
“No! I-I mean, Quinn, you’re not a prostitute, of course, but I can’t deprive you of money you would have made otherwise,” Rachel said.
Quinn squeezed her pussy lips around Rachel’s softening dick.
They were both well aware that they were still connected in the most intimately physical way.
“I don’t want it. Please take it,” Quinn begged.
Rachel smiled.
“Okay.”
She moved in for another kiss, which led to another and another and another...
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