ONLY MABEL IN THE BUILDING
This is a work of lesbian celebrity fiction. The characters are used without permission from the Hulu streaming production of Only Murders in the Building. The lesbian sexual scenarios existed only in the imagination of the author.
The characters and the actors who portray them are listed as follows: Mabel Mora (Selena Gomez); Charles Haden-Savage (Steve Martin); Oliver Putnam (Martin Short); Alice Banks (Cara Delevingne); Lucy (Zoe Colletti).
If you are offended by stories involving lesbian sex, please stop reading immediately.
It was nearly midnight when Avant Garde artist and gallery owner, Alice Banks, crawled into her bed. The tall, 30-year-old artist possessed the sharply-sculpted good looks of a fashion model. Taking off her "wife beater" undershirt, Alice leaned down to kiss beautiful, Mabel Mona. The two had spent the evening sharing wine and making out like hormonal teenagers on the couch. Mabel then eagerly accepted Alice's invitation to spend the night.
Mabel, a dark-haired beauty with sensuous lips, had been fighting a slight weight issue since turning 30 herself. Fortunately, the pounds that hadn't settled in Mabel's thick hips had filled her boobs like two big balloons, which Alice was now eagerly squeezing and suckling like a horny 14-year-old boy.
Mona considered herself bisexual, but had only been with women of late. London-born Alice had no hesitation in identifying as a lesbian. The angular, 5'8" woman would bristle at being described as promiscuous or predatory, but with her striking, 32-24-32 features, and her prominent brown eyebrows, she possessed a long, impressive resume of lesbian seduction, bedding women and girls of all ages and races since she was a schoolgirl.
After kissing Mabel, Alice's eager lips descended upon Mabel's impressive, 34-D breasts. Having only modest, B-cup breasts herself, Alice had been attracted to big-boobed women all of her life, which had started while watching Pamela Anderson and the Baywatch girls on TV when Alice was an impressionable, lust-filled teen. Now, an artist living in New York City, Alice had had little problem in enticing eager or curious female lovers.
Mabel caressed Alice's ponytailed dirty-blonde hair as the artist's pretty face purposefully hovered over Mabel's voluptuous breasts. Even with her makeup off, Alice had the most intense and riveting blue eyes that Mabel had ever seen. Sometimes Mabel felt that Alice could peer into her soul with those eyes.
Alice was a sexually-ravenous lesbian lover, and soon removed the bedcovers in order to better position her hungry face over the black-haired woman's meaty pussy. Mabel was of Hispanic heritage, and while her skin wasn't dark, it contained the olive-skinned base of many Latinas.
Mabel moaned softly as the aroused lesbian bored deeply into her vagina with her skilled, experienced tongue.
Reactively, Mabel raised her sturdy legs so that they were now pointing at the ceiling. With her pretty face buried in Mabel's black-haired pussy, Alice's lean body occupied the remaining length of the bed, with her muscular, round ass raised provocatively above the flat mattress.
Eating pussy was the only thing that Alice enjoyed more than her art and painting. Mabel was the latest in a long line of lesbian lovers, which had started at age 12 while at an exclusive, all-girls boarding school in Yorkshire, England. The pubescent, long-legged girl who liked to eat pussy proved instantly popular with the sex-deprived older girls, and Alice willingly allowed her lithe, young body to be shared casually.
Mabel had first made love to a girl at age 17, seducing the eager younger sister of her high school boyfriend. Mabel was seductively slender back then, and her adult-sized boobs proved irresistibly enticing to the 14-year-old girl who was home alone one day after school.
After bringing Mabel to a climax, Alice straddled the round face of the black-haired Latina. Unlike Mabel's thick-haired black pussy, Alice's pubic area was cleanly waxed, giving her slit the youthful look of a preteen girl. Mabel lapped enthusiastically at Alice's pussy above her, while Alice athletically leaned back and finger-fucked Mabel.
After bringing the full-figured 30-year-old to another climax, Alice reached into a nearby drawer for a black, strap-on dildo. Mabel smiled in anticipation as Alice affixed the various straps and buckles.
The dildo's girth was bigger than most men's, even the most well-endowed, but Mabel took it easily. Her big, D-cup breasts rolling up and down in an almost tidal motion with each of Alice's powerful thrusts.
Never expecting a committed relationship, the 30-year-olds enjoyed a passionate sex life whenever they were together, but didn't restrict themselves from other outside encounters.
Mabel had recently become part of a three-person podcast with two septuagenarian's, actor Charles Haden-Savage, and Broadway producer, Oliver Putnam. Both men were on the downside of their careers, and the podcast, concerning the odd goings on at the Arconia Building, was their primary daily focus. Mabel filled an important niche in their sometimes unsatisfying lives, and the older men treasured her quirky company.
Alice had recently opened the Third Arm art gallery in gentrified, increasingly hip, Bushwick, Brooklyn. While the gallery had received critical acclaim at its opening, overhead was high, and Alice was struggling to keep the gallery solvent. Attracting a wealthy patron or two seemed her best option to keep the doors open.
Mrs. Emily Bloomfield was Alice's greatest hope for an influx of funding. The 58-year-old patron of the arts was the wealthy widow of Moses Bloomfield, the founder and owner of New York's largest wholesale fabric and textile business. Mrs. Bloomfield's eldest son now ran the business, allowing her to spend more time with her philanthropic interests.
Alice Banks took a deep breath, and then nervously rang the doorbell of Mrs. Bloomfield's 5th Avenue apartment. It had been quite a triumph for Alice to even receive an appointment with the wealthy, charitable woman. Alice was dressed in a $500 Veronica Beard grey-wool mini-dress, which hugged Alice's slender features in all of the right places. Opting not to wear a bra, Alice's rigid nipples poked against the soft fabric of her dress on the cool, fall day.
Mrs. Bloomfield answered the door herself, and beckoned the tall, 30-year-old inside with a friendly smile, and a welcoming hug. Alice wasn't sure if she was imagining things, but she felt as if Mrs. Bloomfield was pressing her fleshy upper body against Alice's braless boobs.
Asked to sit down on an elegant, antique Chippendale loveseat, Alice was kindly invited to make herself comfortable. With her tiny mini-dress riding up her slender thighs, Alice crossed her long, lean legs in a ladylike fashion at the ankles.
Mrs. Bloomfield began: "I'm so glad that you could come by today, my dear. I don't get many visitors since Moses passed away." "Oh, I'm sorry," Alice politely said, in her clipped English accent. Mrs. Bloomfield raised her hand dismissively, as if to say, "Never mind." "Before we get down to business, I was wondering if I could tempt you with some Champagne?" The older woman asked.
"That would be lovely," Alice replied. "I apologize that I'll have to retrieve it myself," the older woman said, "My cook and the housekeeper have the day off."
Mrs. Bloomfield soon returned with a rolling cart containing a silver Champagne bucket, Dom Perignon Champagne, and two elegant, fluted glasses. Everything that Mrs. Bloomfield did or owned was first-class. Pouring two glasses of Champagne, the matronly arts patron handed one to Alice.
Sitting on the expensive, antique loveseat next to the pretty, lesbian gallery owner, Mrs. Bloomfield suggestively placed her right arm around Alice's slender shoulder, and brought the beautiful younger woman closer to her.
"So, my dear, what can I do for you?" The arts patron curiously asked. Alice was well-prepared for the question. "Well, as you know, the Third Arm Gallery has received critical acclaim in both the New York Times and Post, but we've been a little slow in attracting traffic to Brooklyn."
"Where do I come in?" Mrs. Bloomfield asked. Alice cleared her throat. She had never been comfortable with "The Big Ask." "Well," Alice started, before coughing and clearing her throat. "As New York's premier arts patron, I believe that it would be a wonderful opportunity to endow one of the city's only art galleries that is owned and run by a woman, and is an important part of the redevelopment of the Bushwick neighborhood."
"Interesting," Mrs. Bloomfield said. Then there was almost an interminable silence as the older woman began to think. "How much are you looking for, Alice?"
Again, the posh-sounding Londoner was prepared: "I think $100,000 would allow us at least six months of operations and acquisitions. Naturally, I would be delighted to name one of the gallery rooms in your honor."
There was another prolonged silence before Mrs. Bloomfield finally spoke: "That's a lot of money, my dear." Alice held her breath. Suddenly, she felt the older woman's right hand gently stroking her upper thigh, and her fingers working their way up Alice's woolen minidress. "What will I get for my investment, Alice?" Mrs. Bloomfield purred.
There was no mistaking the silver-haired, 58-year-old woman's intentions, or the lust-filled look in her eyes. "I'm sure that I would be agreeable to some sort of accommodation," Alice bravely said. Mrs. Bloomfield took her hand off of Alice's slender thigh, and began to fondle the braless breasts of the tall, beautiful, blonde.
"I'm sure that we can work something out," said the leering arts patron. "Why don't you take that pretty dress off?" Mrs. Bloomfield eagerly suggested.
Alice was accustomed to being the sexual aggressor, but this wasn't the first time that she had yielded her toned, beautiful body to an older woman in order to get what she wanted. As a 15-year-old, she had once given her body to a female teacher in order to raise her grade in French.
Rising from the loveseat, Alice placed her hands on the hem of her wool mini-dress and slowly lifted it over her head, giving Mrs. Bloomfield a leisurely view as she unveiled her taut body. Alice's upturned, B-cup breasts appealingly sprung to life as the older woman looked on with mouth-watering interest. Kicking off her stiletto heels, Alice was naked, save for a pair of flesh-colored thong panties.
Walking back to the older, wealthy woman, Mrs. Bloomfield ran her eager hand between Alice's long, slim legs, making contact through the thin fabric with the bald pussy beneath. "Mmmm... Nice," the philanthropist declared as she avariciously rubbed Alice's pronounced pubic bone.
Patting the cushion beside her on the loveseat, Mrs. Bloomfield invited the gorgeous 30-year-old to once again sit beside her.
The 58-year-old belied her advanced age with her sexual aggressiveness, pinching and pulling Alice's hard nipples, and squeezing and kneading the gallery owner's firm, youthful breasts.
"Why don't we go to my bedroom, my dear?" Mrs. Bloomfield proposed. Alice wordlessly followed. Still dressed in just the nude-colored thong panties, Alice's firm butt cheeks bounced enticingly as she walked.
Mrs. Bloomfield was dressed expensively, if a little matronly, in a navy blue dress, which she thought befit a recent widow. A beauty in her youth, Emily had married for money and social standing, and had gotten both. With her workaholic husband preoccupied, and her then-8-year-old son enrolled in one of Manhattan's most prestigious private schools, her newly-found free time had allowed the still-young Mrs. Bloomfield to sexually experiment with daytime dalliances featuring a bevy of beautiful women and girls, including aspiring fashion models, and young female artists and musicians from the diverse Greenwich Village community. Most, like Alice, were quite willing to trade their young bodies for favors or influence.
With Alice waiting patiently on the bed, Mrs. Bloomfield removed her jewelry, navy blue dress, and slip. Opting to keep her thigh-high silk stockings on. The once-beautiful and desirable woman now looked flabby and careworn. Her once impressive boobs sagged, and her stomach and ass were wrinkled and fleshy.
Alice took a deep breath as she looked at the unappealing, naked 58-year-old arts patron. It would be a $100,000 fuck, but it would save her gallery. To Alice, it seemed more than worth it.
Crawling onto the bed like some sort of rooting animal, the older woman pawed at Alice's modest, upturned breasts before engulfing each into her eager mouth, licking and nibbling on the younger woman's brownish nipples.
The 30-year-old was still wearing her flesh-colored thong panties. The older woman's busy hand found its way beneath, and was somewhat surprised to find that Alice was completely bereft of pubic hair, as Mrs. Bloomfield excitedly rubbed Alice's bald pussy before removing the gallery owner's panties.
Alice allowed Mrs. Bloomfield to have her way with her lithe, accommodating body. To the older woman, Alice surely looked as lovely as any of the models and artists who had come to her apartment in search of money or favors.
Lumbering on top of the big bed, Mrs. Bloomfield proffered her big, floppy breasts to Alice's reticent mouth. Alice feigned enthusiasm as she licked and suckled Mrs. Bloomfield's droopy boobs, nipples, and silver dollar sized areolae.
The older woman's hands hungrily explored Alice's taut, flat stomach. Seemingly having a mind of its own, Mrs. Bloomfield's hand continued its downward journey until she reached Alice's bald pussy. Finding their mark, Mrs. Bloomfield's fingers penetrated Alice's smooth vagina.
While finger-fucking Alice, Mrs. Bloomfield's avid mouth and tongue were soon rapturously engaged in Alice's pussy as well. Performing cunnilingus on younger women acted as sort of a fountain of youth for the lustful widow.
"Yes, Emily, yes..." Alice moaned, pretended to be enjoying the arts patron's oral and digital ministrations, while imagining that a prettier woman, like Mabel, was positioned between her slender thighs.
Alice feigned an orgasm which seemed to assuage the older woman, who looked up from the 30-year-old's bald pussy with a self-satisfied leering smile.
Alice wanted that check desperately, and was willing to provide Mrs. Bloomfield with something memorable to ensure all $100,000 of it. Gently flipping the older woman onto her stomach, the slim 30-year-old lesbian began to sensuously grind her bald crotch against Mrs. Bloomfield's flabby backside. Simultaneously, Alice drew small circles on the older woman's back with her B-cup boobs and rigid nipples.
When Mrs. Bloomfield began to noticeably breath heavily in apparent ecstasy, Alice delivered her coup de main. Spreading the older woman's fleshy butt cheeks, the model-like beauty commenced to perform enthusiastic analingus on the silver-haired 58-year-old.
"Unh, unh, unh..." Mrs. Bloomfield grunted as Alice's experienced tongue unexpectedly flicked and danced in her rectum.
After Alice had dressed, she followed Mrs. Bloomfield to her antique Chippendale desk. Pulling out a leather notebook, the matronly woman used a gold fountain pen to write out the $100,000 check. Clutching Alice's firm ass, Mrs. Bloomfield said: "When do you think the `Moses and Emily Bloomfield Room' opening can take place?"
Lucy was the estranged, 16-year-old daughter of Charles Haden-Savage. She showed up suddenly one day after the trio's podcast began to gather interest and listeners.
Despite her obvious youth, Mabel was instantly attracted to the pretty, brown-haired girl, some 14 years her junior. Lucy was wearing an ugly, avocado-colored jacket, and a floppy, funky hat. Mabel could recognize it as an insecure teenager's attempt to look older, and somewhat bohemian while in New York City.
Mabel, as was her wont, was wearing a push-up bra, and a low-cut top. The cleavage of Mabel's D-cup breasts looked enormous to the teen. Mabel clearly noted that the attractive 16-year-old couldn't keep from staring. Mabel had observed that entranced look many times before from both men and women. It usually concluded with a night of spirted sex.
The black-haired 30-year-old was in a quandary. On one hand, she knew that seducing Lucy would be wrong. Not only was the girl underage, but she was Charles' daughter, and he was one of her very few friends. However, Lucy looked especially eager to Mabel.
"I bought these really great Honduran coffee beans. Let me go up to my apartment and I'll make a pot for us." Mabel stood up to leave when Lucy said, "I'll go with you." Mabel smiled, and placed a suggestive arm around the young girl's waist once they entered the elevator.
Mabel's 34-D breasts bounced enticingly as she reached for the coffee beans from an upper shelf. Mabel could feel that Lucy's young eyes were laser-focused on her massive boobs.
Putting the coffee beans down on the counter, Mabel said, "You didn't come here to watch me make coffee, did you? Moments later the black-haired woman and brown-haired girl had their arms wrapped around each other and were tongue-kissing passionately.
Lucy had fooled around with another girl at her Connecticut boarding school, but it had never gone beyond kissing, and furtive, clothed fondling.
Reaching for Lucy's hand, Mabel placed it on one of her boobs. Lucy blushed, but squeezed eagerly, wishing that Mabel wasn't wearing neither blouse nor bra. She thought back to feeling up a sophomore's breasts over her school uniform. They resembled tiny bumps when compared with Mabel's big breasts.
"They're going to start wondering where we are," Mabel remarked, removing Lucy's impassioned hand. Giving the teenager a closed mouth kiss, Mabel began to brew the pot of coffee.
Lucy seemed a little nervous when she returned to her father's apartment, wondering if the two older men could recognize that she and Mabel had been making out? Mabel, however, was calm, cool, and collected. Neither Charles nor Oliver detected anything out of the ordinary as they enjoyed the rich, exotic coffee.
Mabel looked at the attractive 16-year-old and winked before stretching her arms in a feigned yawn designed to display her enticing 34-D breasts.
As the evening begin to wind down, a distracted Charles realized that Lucy had nowhere to sleep. His extra bedroom had been converted to accommodate their investigations and podcast broadcasts. The bed that was in the room had even been moved to storage.
"Lucy, it's getting late, I'd better get you a hotel room." Charles said. The teenager looked surprised. She had assumed that she would be staying in her father's apartment.
"That won't be necessary, Charles. Lucy can stay with me tonight," Mabel offered, hoping to get some willing, underage pussy.
Charles was initially surprised by the offer, but soon realized that it would save a lot of hassle that evening. "Is that O.K. with you, Lucy?" He asked. "Sure," replied Lucy, trying not to appear overeager. "That's very kind of you, Mabel," Lucy said politely.
Lucy began to yawn, explaining that it had been a long day. Picking up on Lucy's hint, the two young women excused themselves before heading off to Mabel's apartment.
By the time that the elevator doors closed, Mabel and Lucy were excitedly tongue-kissing again, their avid hands roaming across the other's clothed body.
Practically falling inside Mabel's apartment door, they began to hurriedly undress. Lucy stopped momentarily to watch the black-haired 30-year-old undo her black, push-up bra. "Wow!" was all that Lucy could manage to utter as Mabel's hefty D-cup boobs spilled out.
"You like `em?" Mabel asked with a knowing leer, assured of the answer as the 16-year-old's eyes were riveted on her big breasts. Mabel lifted her mammoth breasts, presenting her brown nipples and areolae to the sexually inexperienced teen.
Lucy had never before touched a bare breast, and approached Mabel nervously. The black-haired Latina reached for Lucy's hesitant right hand, and placed it invitingly atop one of the big boobs. Lucy, curiously, squeezed the fleshy mass that was presented to her.
With Lucy fixated on Mabel's luscious breasts, the 30-year-old continued to undress the inquisitive teen. Lifting the 16-year-old's t-shirt over her head, Mabel placed her hands on Lucy's white, A-cup bra, avidly cupping her modest tits.
There was something exciting about an underage girl, and Mabel was eager to have her way with the surprisingly cooperative teen. Mabel, once again, began to passionately kiss the young, boarding school girl, as both were busily engaged with fondling the other's breasts.
Mabel's excited hands forced their way upwards beneath Lucy's youthful-looking bra. Finding the teenager's nipples, Mabel began to grip and pinch Lucy's rigid nipples with her greedy fingers. Lucy began to softly squeal as Mabel excitedly fondled her.
Removing her hands from Mabel's bare breasts, Lucy unhooked her own bra, revealing her small, pointy breasts, and dark pink nipples and areolae. Mabel's head quickly descended, alternately encapsulating the small boobs in her hungry mouth.
For Lucy, the experience was both frightening and exhilarating, as the experienced bisexual licked her youthful boobs, deftly flicking Lucy's erect pink nipples with hummingbird-like speed from her covetous tongue.
Both girls were now dressed only in panties when Mabel suggested that they adjourn to her bedroom. Mabel's thick, meaty ass jiggled as she led the tremulous teenager to her bedroom. Lucy took a deep breath for courage. The girl-play that had gone on so far had been naughty fun, but had all been confined to above-the-waist activity. Lucy was a virgin in every sense of the word, never allowing any girl or boy beneath her white cotton bikini panties.
Lucy knew that was soon to change when an impassioned Mabel laid the 16-year-old on her bed, and removed her juvenile-looking cotton panties. Lucy's brown pubic hair was untrimmed, and Mabel explored the heretofore forbidden area with her impatient hand.
Mabel could feel the teenager's naked body trembling with both anticipation and apprehension. Closing her eyes, Lucy prepared to be penetrated for the first time by either Mabel's experienced tongue or well-manicured fingers. Lucy was surprised when the 30-year-old raised the teenager's slender leg and began to forcefully scissor her.
The black-haired woman's big breasts undulated up-and-down with each of her powerful, measured thrusts into Lucy's crotch. Mabel's meaty pussy ground against Lucy's taut, youthful loins, tantalizing the 16-year-old with the promise of previously unknown sexual delights.
Releasing the teenager's slender legs, Mabel proffered a big boob to Lucy's eager mouth. Using some of the techniques that she had learned minutes earlier, the high school girl licked and suckled one D-cup breast, while breathlessly kneading and fondling the other.
Rising to her knees, Mabel repositioned herself on the bed. The black-haired woman's round face was now positioned between the 16-year-old's taut thighs. Lucy tensed up again in anticipation as she looked down at Mabel's deep-brown doe eyes.
The teenager's entire body quivered when the 30-year-old offered her initial, long, luxurious lick of Lucy's youthful, brown-haired, virgin pussy.
Well-practiced at the art of cunnilingus, Mabel's tongue-love began slowly, gently probing Lucy's labia, and softly entering her vagina. Finding the 16-year-old's clit, the speed and intensity or the oral ministrations gradually increased, and soon Mabel's fingers entered as well.
While orally engaged with Lucy's pussy, Mabel reached up to fondle one of the teenager's modest breasts. "Unh, Unh, Unh..." Lucy moaned as Mabel attended to her, and brought the boarding school girl to her first orgasm.
"I'm a woman now," Lucy thought to herself, as Mabel continued to bore into her girlish pussy with her frenzied tongue.
The amorous pair made love until the early morning, with Lucy learning something new with every sexual position. Eventually, they fell asleep with their naked bodies intertwined.
Lucy and Mabel had previously agreed to meet Charles and Oliver for coffee and bagels. Lucy was particularly nervous that her father and his friend would, by looking at her face, be able to easily detect that she had spent the previous evening with Mabel's eager tongue in her underage pussy.
The septuagenarians proved none the wiser, busily talking about ideas for their next podcast. Beneath the table, Mabel squeezed Lucy's hand reassuringly.
Whenever Lucy returned to the city from her boarding school, she stayed at Mabel's apartment and enjoyed spirited sessions of lesbian sex with the full-figured 30-year-old. Mabel was even considering introducing the 16-year-old to Alice, whom she was sure would very much enjoy a lesbian threesome with the teenager.
The End.
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