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It was a sunny late Monday morning. I was sitting in my boat wondering if I should take the boat out or just save the fuel and drink at the dock. I have an antique wooden cabin cruiser, only 19 ft. long with a 90 hp outboard engine and only four places in the cockpit. I call it my pop up camper on the water.

As I considered the lack of Irish whiskey in my morning coffee, I noticed a female figure walking down the dock toward me. She had to be coming to see me since there wasn’t a breath of life among any of the boats docked nearby.

As she got closer, I recognized Summer. She had been in several of my graphics arts classes, as I had gone back to school to get my MFA in art.

Summer was one of the ‘Cotillion Trio’ three girls that fucked me the night of their spring cotillion dance. That’s an entirely different story. (See Prequel.)

I’m about 5’10”, dark blonde, blue eyes, 32 years old. I work out. The Trio says I’m “not bad for an old guy.”

She was wearing a tiny black bikini with a sheer wrap over her. She had a picnic basket over one arm and a hand holding a big floppy hat on her blonde head.

She stopped at the step into my boat. “Ahoy! Isn’t that what I’m supposed to say?” she asked.

“Only if you don’t see anyone aboard,” I replied. “Otherwise, you say ‘Permission to come aboard?’ I said.

“Okay, Permission to come aboard?” she asked.

“Permission granted,” and I helped her step aboard.

“To what do I owe this gracious visit?” I asked.

“Well, I knew you had a boat. You’ve talked about it in class. And I thought I could convince you to take me for a boat ride,” she answered. “I’ve brought cheese and crackers…and wine.”

“How did you get wine?” I asked.

“I’ll have you know, I turned 21 three weeks ago…So I didn’t have to use my fake ID,” she answered.

“Summer, I would be happy to take you for a boat ride. But are you sure it would be your thing? We’ll be out in the full sun. You are blonder than blonde. Your skin tone registers at 100% white on a histogram. You’ll burn to a crisp,” I said.

“No, I’ve thought about this. I have my big floppy hat and my sunscreen cover up. And just to be sure, I rubbed SPF 90% cream all over my body – before I got dressed – all over my body,” she responded.

I smiled at her. For a girl with slim hips and not much in the way of tits, she looked really good in a bikini. And of course, I had seen her completely nude before and had the wonderful experience of her after the dance.

“Okay. Let’s go for a boat ride,” I said.

I cast off the lines and headed out to the wide river. I was proud of the new Suzuki 90 HP, four-stroke outboard that I had bought over the winter. It powered us up on plane in no time and was quiet enough for us to talk, even though we didn’t at first.

After a few minutes, Summer took off her sun-protecting wrap but kept on the big floppy hat. “If I actually get some color from the sun, I don’t want weird tan lines on my chest. Do you care if I take my top off?” she asked.

“Fine with me,” I said. “I’ll try not to stare.”

“If a girl takes her top off in front of a guy, she’s kind of expecting him to look at her tits,” Summer replied as she undid her top and tossed it on the floor. “Besides, I get the feeling that you really like small tits. Logan said you were really into hers.”

I looked at Summer and her tits. They were small, as I knew from before, AA cup I guess, but perfect for her slim build and boyish figure. Her nipples weren’t brown like most women, but almost blonde like her straight, shoulder-length hair.

“You’re right, I am a great fan of small breasts. Logan has beautiful tits,” I replied. The girls were friends and obviously talked, and I had fucked Logan the week before.

“Hers are bigger than mine, not big, but a lot bigger than mine. I like the way they stand out from her chest. Logan definitely has great tits,” Summer said.

“Yes, but they suit her without being too big, like yours suit escort bayan you. Both of you have beautiful tits. I’ll never understand the American male fascination with huge tits. Big, floppy tits aren’t sexy. They are kind of disgusting. Smaller tits that fit the woman are incredibly sexy,” I said.

“Good answer,” Summer replied. “I really like Logan’s tits as well. They stand up tall and proud. Her nipples are divine. She’s really a beautiful girl.”

“Oh, I forgot, ‘Cookies and Pussies,’ how did that go? Is that kind of a thing?” I asked.

“Don’t tell Logan, but it was something I made up because I wanted to have sex with her. I passed it off as if it was a thing. When she came in, I was stripped down to my panties, bare chested, and told her she had to do the same, so she did. I really just wanted to look at her beautiful tits. So, topless and just in panties, we mixed up the cookie dough, made up the cookies and put them in the oven. While the cookies baked, we kissed and made out. We played with one another’s tits. I was rubbing her pussy through her panties when the bell rang for the cookies to be done.”

I looked over at Summer who was leaning back in my copilot’s seat, feet up on the combing, bare-chested, telling me about a sexual encounter she had with a girl I had had sex with just a couple of weeks ago. Life is amazing. “Tell me more.”

“Well, we put the cookies on the cooling racks. Then I suggested we go into the living room. It didn’t take me long to be sucking on Logan’s wonderful nipples and fingering her wet pussy. Somehow, our panties came off. I licked her clit and fingered her until she came. Then I spread her legs wide and pushed my pussy against hers. Lesbians call it scissoring. It’s great.”

“I think I have a vivid mental image,” I replied.

“It’s really cool if you do it right. Our wet pussy lips rub against one another, then we slide clit to clit. I think Logan came about three times. Once we calmed down, Logan went after my tits and then went down on me. It was really good. In the end, she tried to pussy fuck me. It was okay, but it was her first time. I still came,” Summer shrugged.

“So, you’re bi-sexual? I mean, you had sex with me, and you have a boyfriend,” I asked.

“I don’t think so. I couldn’t have a romantic relationship with another girl. Girls are too moody and unpredictable. I like sex with girls. Tits and pussies are really pretty and intriguing. And finger-fucking is really fun. But it’s hard to beat a hard cock up your twat. Just saying. And guys are really simple – eat, sports, fuck. Unless you get a crazy one, they don’t have moods or side agendas. If I had to choose, I’d choose cock. But so far, I haven’t had to choose.”

“Well, I’m sure not going to make you choose. Hell, I’d love to watch you and Logan having sex, even participate,” I replied.

“That might be arranged,” Summer replied with a wink. “A threesome would be fun.”

I kicked the boat down to idle and suggested we get into the wine and cheese. She brought out the basket and we feasted. We talked about anything and everything. I feasted on looking at her bare tits with their semi-hard nipples.

Once the meal was finished, Summer stashed the picnic basket and stretched out on the back bench of the boat. “I think it’s time to put on some more sun screen,” she said.

Considering that not much of her tiny body was covered and she was completely white, it was a good idea. She started at her feet and worked her way up. I had no idea how sexy it was to watch a woman spread lotion on herself. But believe me, it is incredibly sexy. By the time she got to her thighs, I had an erection. When she got to her hips, she said, “I don’t want weird lines by my pussy either,” and undid the ties on either side of her bikini bottoms. She was now completely nude and rubbing lotion on her hips and around her pubic area. “I’d hate for my pussy lips to get sunburned,” she said.

“That would be bad,” I replied, watching the show.

She altıparmak escort bayan worked her way up her torso, finally arriving at her tits. She rubbed lotion into them rather more emphatically than was probably necessary, concentrating on her nipples, now fully distended. “Don’t want the nips to burn either,” She said.

“No,” was all could muster. There was no more blood in my brain.

Finally, she handed me the tube of sunscreen. “Could you do my back…and my ass?”

I still had no intelligent response, but I took the tube and began to rub sunscreen into her back. It was a beautiful back. It lead down to a somewhat skinny ass, but that’s what I like. I rubbed and kneaded her small ass, just to make sure the sunscreen was covering everything, of course.

Summer was bent over the rear combing of the back bench while I rubbed lotion onto her ass. Her protruding pussy lips were obvious just below her ass cheeks. I couldn’t resist a few strokes and was rewarded with a satisfied “Um.” I dropped my swim trunks and started to rub my hard cock up and down her wet slit from behind.

“God, I thought you’d never get the hint. It’s wet and waiting for you,” she said.

At that point, I slid my hard cock up between her pussy lips and entered her from behind. In no time I was pounding into her pussy and she was responding in kind, driving her pussy back onto my cock as hard as she could.

I reached under and fondled her tiny tits as she rocked back and forth against my cock. The only thing missing was that I couldn’t see those tiny tits jiggle as I thrust deeper and deeper inside her.

I could feel the boat rocking with our movements. It felt so good to have my dick up inside her wet pussy. It seemed like we were fucking for a long time but it could only have been a few minutes when Summer shouted.

“That is so fucking good! Pound me as hard as you can! Drive that cock deep inside me! I want to feel you in my tummy. Oh shit! I’m cumming. Don’t stop. Fill me up. Make me cum!”

Her pussy started to throb on my cock. It took everything I had to hold back. But I wanted more of this.

As her breathing slowed, Summer rolled over and lay on her back on the padded bench, one foot up and the other on the floor. Her swollen pussy lips were wet and open.

“Geez, that was good,” she said. Only then did she look at me standing beside her with my still-hard cock glistening with her juices. “Holy shit, you didn’t cum. Oh, we’ve got to change that,” and she reached down and spread her pussy lips.

I put the head of my cock between those lips and slowly eased into her until our pubic bones touched. “Ooooh, that was sweet. Sometimes slow is good.” Keeping buried in her pussy, I began to rock my hips up and down. That elicited a moan. Then I slowly pulled almost all the way out, followed by a quick thrust all the way back in. That brought a squeal.

Gradually, our intensity and our speed increased. Summer threw a leg over my shoulder and answered each thrust with one of her own. We were making all kinds of animal noises and the boat was rocking again, sending small waves across the water.

I kneaded her beautiful small tits and I tweaked her nipples. Summer’s small body was completely open to me and she was completely enjoying it. I felt as if I could fuck her forever.

Finally, I was really close to climax when she shouted, “If you don’t cum inside me right now, I think I’ll die!” With that my cock exploded deep inside her, filling her with throb after throb of cum. And I felt her orgasm roll through her as mine subsided. I kept my dick pushed up inside her as long as I could. When it finally slipped out of her pussy, she said, “Now that was a really good fuck.”

Eventually, we ended up sitting side by side on the rear bench, with Summer’s leg draped over mine, her arm across my shoulders, still without clothes. We kissed deeply and just enjoyed one another.

“You know that we nilüfer eskort have fucked like three times now, but that is the first time we have kissed,” she said.

“I guess we have had other priorities,” was my response.

“You know, I could get really used to fucking you on a regular basis. My pussy really likes having your cock drilled into her. And you really try to satisfy me. You are not just a ‘poke and squirt’ kind of guy. And your technique is beyond amazing. I seriously love fucking you,” she said.

“What about your boyfriend?” I asked.

“He’s a year older and graduated. He got a job offer in Chicago and is moving next week. He got all sappy and lovey-dovey and asked me to move with him. But, I want to finish my degree. And frankly, he wasn’t a forever kind of guy. Maybe for some other girl, but not for me,” she answered.

“But I’m not really boyfriend material,” I said. “After all, in the last six weeks, I have fucked four different women, you included. It doesn’t really indicate fidelity on my part.”

“I’m not looking for a monogamous relationship. I might point out that I have fucked two of those women in that same amount of time and have every intention of fucking the other one as soon as I can. Logan is a great fuck, and I know she will fuck me again. Erin and I have had sex off and on for years. And I seriously want to lick Paige’s pussy. I may happen across a guy I’d like to fuck, although he probably wouldn’t be as good as you. So I am not exactly looking for an exclusive relationship. But I sure want access to regular cock. I want a guy I can call up and say, ‘I’m really horney and my pussy wants a good pounding. Bring your hard dick.’ And besides, I really like the way you fuck me. I’m not looking for love. I’m looking for sex; hot, raw, sex,” she answered.

“Okay, that sounds good to me. I absolutely adore your tits,” I said as I reached over and began to massage them one after the other. “Your tits are the sexiest I have ever seen. And you are just fucking sexy. Your body just responds to mine. And your pussy is absolutely beautiful. The lips are full and your clit is not hard to find,” I said as I reached down and began to stroke her pussy. “You shave, but don’t show stubble. Why do you shave your pussy?” I asked.

“I just wanted to know what my pussy actually looked like. So, I shaved it and looked at it in a mirror. I decided it was really pretty. Then I started to let the hair grow back in. But it itched so much I couldn’t stand it. So I shaved it again. Then I discovered that shaving turned me on. So I masturbate every time I shave. I’m selfish. I take sex any way I can get it,” Summer explained. “And I have a really pretty pussy.”

“Your very beautiful pussy is leaking,” I pointed out.

“That’s your fault. That’s your jizz leaking out. I sincerely hope that continues to be a problem,” she said.

“Me too,” I said. “But I must point out that Paige has made it clear that she wants to fuck me again, Logan too,” I told her in an effort for full disclosure.

“Paige is the one I haven’t fucked yet. Maybe we can do her together. That would be fun. Oh, Logan has a ’50 Shades of Gray’ fantasy that she wants to fulfill. I suggested that you and I could help. You and I both want more of that pussy and those delicious tits. It would be really fun. I want to fuck you regularly, but I want to fuck girls, too. And If I find a guy with a good cock, I might fuck him too. I don’t want my regular cock to get jealous.”

“That sounds great,” I responded. “I want to fuck all those girls again, and to fuck you regularly. Your tiny body is incredible. Your pussy is so wet and inviting. And you have the best tits ever.”

“I’m glad you like my little girls. They love it when you suck on them. Hopefully, by the next time you fuck Paige, I will have fucked her as well. Maybe you could suggest something with the three of us. I know she does girl sex since she’s fucked Logan. It would be fun. It would be amazing to have you pound my pussy while I licked Paige’s cunt,” she suggested.

“I’ll do what I can,” I answered.

“Oh, look, your cock is hard again. Let’s fuck more,” Summer said. With that, she straddled me and pushed my hard cock into her waiting pussy.

This was going to be an interesting summer.

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Moments of Life Spent in Limbo

1

The flight from Amsterdam touched down in Willemstad right on time. A glance out of the window, as the aircraft banked into its final approach, lifting and settling in the thermals, had allowed Willem to catch a glimpse of the runway that was fringed by the glittering waters of the Caribbean sea; the terminal buildings, in a soft ochre paintwork, with their pitched roofs and palm-fringed walkways, looking more like a shopping mall than Curacao’s main entry point for air travellers.

He found it a stunning sight and he sure needed to be here; to suspend all links with his shattered life back home; a wrecked marriage and the defection of his two daughter’s affection and loyalty; traduced by his ex-wife who had put out the word that he had abused them; accusations it was hard to fight against, in spite of incontrovertible evidence that it had not been so.

But, the legal process, and some drips of news into the press, had done its work and he had now to pick up the pieces and start over. At least he had kept a hold of his job; the Principal and other staff members of the Technical College providing all the evidence needed to convince a court that he was innocent of all charges, save that of being a stickler in the family home for good manners, hard work for school and college, and the adherence to some core principles founded on his lapsed Christian faith. What he had presided over in college, so he brought to his home and family life.

In the words of some of his friends, he had been accused of being a ‘diligent parent’, in a world that some felt was falling apart all around them. Right and wrong had different meanings to those he had been brought up to believe in and adhere to.

‘How easy it would be to be a cynical bastard,’ he thought as he tugged at his hand luggage and joined the line as they made their way to the exit door of the aircraft.

His six weeks holiday on this island could now begin; along with the task of restoring himself and attending to the tasks that his cousin, Anna, had set for him. He had been only too willing to take them on for her.

After all, he was a craftsman in his own right, in carpentry. The materials he might get to work with would be different, but the skills he had acquired, over some twenty years of his career, went with him, wherever he chose to go.

Cousin Anna would be waiting, and then all bets would be off on what would be encountered. She had been known to have her preferences in men; a taste that had caused a few ripples in the wider family and that she had taken no notice of; save that, in the end, she had moved here and taken all her possessions with her; found a hillside plot of land and built herself a new home. Who she now shared that with remained a surprise, after all that had gone before.

But he was not the judgmental sort. He was here to finish off the detailing and, in the process, would take each, and every, day just as it came. Travelling light was nothing new. As a man close on forty, taking his emotional baggage with him was something else entirely. He’d married young; became a father far too quickly; had the rest of his life to sort out and then begin again with someone, sometime and somehow.

The heat that hit him, even in the terminal building, soon reminded him that a change of scene was just what he needed. There would also be company of a different sort and mind set; all of it to be welcomed and, he could easily admit, keenly anticipated.

‘Yes, Willem de Vries, you’re ready to start again.’

 

2

‘Willem, over here!’ he heard an unfamiliar voice call out as he passed through the opening in a frosted glass screen and out into the echoing arrivals hall.

He looked in startled amazement as a beautiful, local girl with a sublimely smooth skin, starkly rouged lips and a shock of dark hair, approached him; her swirling, colourful dress a delight; the soft jangle of a multitude of silver and beaded bracelets on her wrists. Stud earrings glistened whenever she moved, and the sunlight caught them.

‘Eline?’

‘Yes, I am Eline,’ she soon told him, on a captivating laugh, and holding out her hand.

‘Oh, why bother with that?’ She moved to kiss his cheeks in the usual ways of greeting family, and that he was only too accustomed to. Gone was the formality of a first meeting between them. ‘Anna’s told me all about you…but left out that you’re a good-looking man…’

‘Yeah…well,’ he said in some embarrassment on hearing her say it straight out. ‘And I’ve heard something of you,’ he assured her.

Willem shifted his case from one hand to the other. The light beyond the hall was blindingly bright and he soon put on his sunglasses, with their round reflective lenses. He made to step outside but felt her restraining touch to his arm and stopped, oblivious to people brushing past. Eline had gotten to him.

‘It’s…it’s incredible,’ she gasped, on giving him an unwavering and appraising glance

. gorukle escort ‘You…you look just like a young John Lennon, with those glasses on.’

Willem gave her another embarrassed shrug. ‘It’s been said before, Eline…even down to the light brown colour of my hair, as he once had it…so I’m told. Mine’s a little longer, that’s all.’

She smiled, beautifully, her teeth bright against the colour of her lips and her dark skin. It had already captivated him for the sheer novelty of being in the young woman’s company and talking so easily with her. They walked on.

‘But it’s true! Your hair, your slim face and now, those sunglasses…it is as if I am walking with him.’

Willem did not know whether to be flattered, or feel embarrassed, by her enthusiastic ways of it with him and on such a short acquaintance. He felt that his grip on reality might be loosened in this woman’s company, were it not for the fact that she was spoken for.

‘Where is Anna?’ he asked, changing the subject to what was of greater immediate concern to him.

‘She’s sorry not to be here, but the heat and the humidity affect her sometimes, even with the air conditioning we often have on in the house…but you’ll see all of that very soon now.’ She took hold of his arm and guided him to the car parking lot. ‘Anna’s waiting for us with a welcome drink and lots to catch up on…so I am told. Anyway, you will hear of it all when we get home.’

Accented as her melodious voice was, and her Dutch good, he was disconcerted to hear her call Anna’s place ‘home’. Their relationship would be something that he would get to hear about; or else deduce it from how Eline and Anna were together, even in his presence.

For now, he had to take it all in.

Anna’s past lovers, and a husband dead some years, had all been of Dutch colonial descent; they had been men of a particular presence and appeal to her; a vital element in what many thought to be Anna’s wayward lifestyle. Her choice of company had evidently changed, but he wondered if this was but another passing phase in her exotic love life.

Now, it was abundantly clear, she had taken an undoubtedly beautiful Curaçao woman as her lover and partner. He knew better than to try and keep up with it all, and this development in particular. He would, no doubt, learn how the wheels turned in Anna’s life soon enough.

 

3

Willem gaped as Eline drew up outside Anna’s home. On the plot of ground that he had seen pictures of, long ago and where a partially completed villa had stood without a roof, there now was to be seen a white-washed property with a terracotta-tiled roof, shaded by small palms and surrounded by local plants and shrubs; a slabbed path leading up to a welcoming front door, set back under a yet to be completed recessed porch.

It would be one of his first tasks to deal with, Anna had said, after he had really settled in. He had not pursued what she had meant by stressing that one word.

Anna now rushed out to greet him, her face creased in smiles, her laugh high on the air, necklaces swaying at her breasts. The woman really did not change. There it was again; the wildness in her character, the impulse to break life’s rules that struck him even more strongly in the surroundings that he now found himself to be in.

‘At last, you’re here, Willem…dear…dear cousin!’ She kissed his cheeks, met his appraising glances that would show her lightly tanned skin, her blonde hair almost white from its bleaching by the sun, her strikingly blue eyes taking in every detail of him. She wore tan shorts and a sleeveless yellow blouse that hugged her pert figure. Sandals lent her feet an easy grace. ‘You are only the second member of our family to visit me here…but I’ve looked forward to yours the most.’

For a woman ten years his senior, Willem thought that her life out here in the sun had treated Anna very kindly. She looked radiant and happy.

Anna waited for him to take his suitcase from the trunk of the car. She saw him glance her way as she stood close to Eline’s side, a hand around her waist if only for a moment.

‘It is how it is now, cousin,’ she told him in her direct ways of it, and of old, on seeing Willem’s pouted smile as he took in the scene before him.

‘I’m really not in a position to say anything on it,’ he said as if needing to reassure her, ‘after all I’ve been through.’

Anna pressed fingers to his lips to silence him. ‘You’re here to be mended and to help me too, isn’t that so Eline?’

‘Yes,’ she smiled at Willem. ‘The three of us will make your stay work for all of us. Now leave all of those troubles behind you…look forward!’

Willem saw the two women smile, as if they only had eyes for each other, before Anna led the way inside. ‘It’s as if you’ve bought your little part of paradise, Anna…’

‘They’re my thought exactly…what Luc and I decided on and slowly paid for until he was lost to me.’ It seemed to Willem that Anna wished altıparmak eskort bayan for the confessions to be out of the way quickly. ‘I changed after that…found comfort with someone you now see here by my side. The years changed me, as did the things that happened in those times to make me think of what I had and wanted to keep. I decided on how to live out my life and to do that here. You will soon see how free it is here on the island…uncluttered and unbounded. People are allowed to be who they are. Think of your life back home as being in limbo…’

Willem held a hand out to her. Anna clutched it as he drew her to his side. He met her uncertain look upon him after her confession had sunk in. ‘I’m already persuaded to that…’

To his dismay she kissed him, uninhibitedly on the lips then broke away. ‘Good… live it all out and with me…with us.’

Willem chuckled. Just what awaited him here on the island and with these two women?

‘Your home in Blue Bay looks stunning and I haven’t been here long enough to even begin to know it all. You’re happy, so we don’t talk about what has brought you to this point, okay? You live on and I mend myself. That was the arrangement and I’ll live the way you two do while I am here.’ Willem squeezed her hand again as if to make her concede on that point. ‘Do we agree on that?’

‘We do,’ she smiled and leant in to kiss his cheek this time. ‘I’ll show you to your room and you can unwind, a bit, while Eline and I sort out a welcome drink or two…’

‘I like the sound of that.’

 

4

Washed, and shaved, just to freshen up, Willem simply put on some swimming briefs, blue shorts, a white T and white beach shoes. He fingered out his hair and left it at that.

His room, with its own shower room and toilet, was a white out; the walls decorated with brightly coloured abstract paintings, the small dresser having a potted palm at its side; the tall sliding window looking out over the sloping hillside and the sea beyond. Oblong windows, set at the ceiling’s edge allowed light to still enter, if curtains and blinds were drawn for privacy. It felt as if he had been transported to another world.

He soon knew that he had, when he saw the two women together again, unashamedly intimate and unaware that he had come into the living room area.

‘Ah, there you are,’ Anna smiled and drawing away, murmuring something to Eline, who nodded and left them. ‘I’ll show you round outside…show you where I have put some of the materials you asked for…’

‘And what about the tools that I’ll need?’

‘They’re on call, Willem. I wasn’t going to pay a day rate when there was no knowing when you’d want to start. Line and I thought you’d want to relax…and…and we’ll help you with that,’

Willem nodded in agreement; wondered what these two had in store for him. He’d known Anna long enough to know that family bonds also had their limits.

‘Ever the organised one,’ he smiled, stepping out to the edge of the slabbed verandah and looking down the hillside, its gradient steepening the further away he looked. The ground before him was cloaked in dense but dry vegetation.

Stunted palms and a tangle of shrubs, thickets, and plants were close to the edge of the verandah, the grass, such as it was stunted and parched. It would all change in almost the blink of an eye after a rainstorm.

‘I’ve always been that, but even more so in getting this place fixed up…’ Anna swept an arm around to point out the view and the setting of the house, the back walls painted an azure blue and in stark contrast with the front that he had first seen. It matched other properties on either side, as the authorities demanded. ‘The small plunge pool was an expense, but worth it…’

‘You’ve done incredibly well. It’s a credit to you…’ Willem had walked to its slabbed side and crouched to feel the water’s temperature.

‘Try it!’ he heard a voice suggest and gasped on seeing Eline approach; an azure bikini stark against her ebony skin. She was carrying a tray, the clink of empty glasses to be heard, and a jug of some fruit cup, alcoholic he had no doubt, also to be seen. But it was Eline who had held his attention. ‘Try it…we should all do that…call it a ‘settling in moment’, or in my case a ‘getting to know you’ time.’

Willem was disconcerted by her winning ways, gloried in her large-breasted figure, and the sweep of her flat stomach down to her skimpy bikini briefs a provocation. Her dusky skinned body was only to be matched by her soft wondering smile.

He saw the women exchange a knowing glance once more.

‘That sounds like a great idea.’ Anna agreed. ‘You don’t mind do you, Willem? We can take turns in the plunge pool and have our drinks right here, outside?’

Willem shrugged as if indifferent o what he had been told. He felt an interloper as the two women behaved as they seemed to do when on their own.

‘I’ll watch and learn,’ he grinned, nilüfer eskort bayan turning his face up to the sun. ‘I feel like a bleached piece of whale bone washed up on the beach compared to you two…’

He was seen to tug off his T shirt, revealing a line of reddish hair over his strong but pale torso and down under the waist band of his shorts. The stress of recent times had taken its toll on his physique. Cycling to work, and for distraction, along with the frequent physical demands of his teacher’s life, had firmed up his body.

Anna came to him and brushed her fingers lightly over his skin in a brazen gesture of attentiveness.

‘It will feel strange being here, I know. But it will give you a different take on life. I’ve done that for many years, and I haven’t done too badly because of it, have I? Let go of everything and have your inner spirit fly free again…and as I remember of you.’

She had smiled and tilted her head in enquiry, sought to prompt him into letting her get an insight of what was now at work in him.

If he was of that mind, he could soon tell her. Two women were about to be scantily clad in front of him and he would have to do the same, but how far to go with that had yet to be decided on, by him. He wasn’t about to confound everything that he’d used to defend himself in court, no matter how beguiling the sight of one woman, Eline, would be. She had shown her preference in being with Anna, but of that he could not be entirely sure. Disconcertingly, the same went for Anna.

To have a cousin prance about, with next to nothing on, before him was a step too far, for now at any rate. Yes, it did feel strange, but for reasons he would keep to himself. Having people prying into his private life back home had obliged him to live an all but monkish life, and he sure as hell hadn’t been ready for that, then. But, he had gotten through to the other side.

As with so much else, he had to rebuild his private life and who he would again share that with. He saw Anna move away, brush her fingers against Eline’s hip before she tugged away at her blouse and soon stepped out of her shorts.

He stifled groan…on seeing them both so scantily clad and so soon. He felt the sudden gnaw of aberrant longing for these women as they stood together and looked his way; Eline in her figure-shaping bikini, with the sheer cut of what was little more than a thong; Anna in a flesh-coloured bra and panties that she had no intention, it seemed, of changing out of. It would have been only too easy to let go of everything in these relaxed surroundings, but Anna had kept her figure; softer now but still fulsome and appealing to the man in him, cousin or not. She moved with balletic grace, revealed the dancer that she had once been as a favoured pastime.

That she was family, remote as the link was, he pushed to the back of his mind. Willem wondered if he should harbour such thoughts of her.

Eline gave him a long look. ‘Well, are you going to join us? Or are you just going to watch us having a dip?’

‘You could get used to our ways of it?’ Anna added on a smile of further encouragement. ‘What I have made here is only too private.’

Willem knew it well-enough. He had already taken in the gentle curve of the screen walls Anna had someone set on either side of the plunge pool. They did not block the best of the views and they certainly shut out the gaze of prying eyes.

‘I’d be stupid if I didn’t…and spoil the welcome,’ he laughed, as much in dismay as in eager anticipation. He had begun to feel an ache in his groin; felt his prick strain against his swimming briefs. He knew he’d bring enough to them and the way he felt it wouldn’t be long before they knew the effect they had upon him.

He soon stepped out of his shorts and kicked off his shoes.

‘That’s better,’ Eline smiled, drawing near and holding out a glass. ‘It’s a rum punch…so go easy on it after a long flight. Don’t get wrecked too soon, will you? We can’t have that…’

‘Or not just yet,’ he answered, quite unable to keep his eyes off her.

‘That is so…’

Willem swallowed hard. He was confused. The wondrous young woman’s eyes had begun to roam over his body. The bulge in his swimming briefs, with their tropical motif, gave a hint of how he was now feeling. Fatigue from his flight vied with his eagerness to discover what the two women had in mind for them all.

‘I’ll live and learn, won’t I?’ he laughed, before looking away. Willem now felt a feather light touch to the skin of his back. ‘Don’t…I’m just not sure that I’m ready for all of this…’ he blurted out.

‘It’s only me,’ Anna told him, softly, and on meeting his startled gaze. He’d once had a thing for her. To now feel Anna’s touch, here and in the prevailing circumstances, only brought those memories flooding back. ‘I asked you to be here because, when I called you to suggest it, I didn’t hear the voice of the happy man I once knew or saw when we were both so much younger. People can wreck each other…they can also mend each other.’

‘And the way to do that is…what?’ He had felt her breaths on his face as Anna spoke to him; a hand caressing his back, scratched lightly at the base of his spine. He felt the rush of a raging longing in his belly as he looked at her.

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I am a 40 year old typical soccer mom who leads a pretty conventional life. My stories are based on my fantasies. Most deal with the humiliation of older women by younger women, in the style of my favorite authors such as Cowgirl, Couture, Phoenix Arrow and Jane Parks. This is my first story (part 3), I hope you enjoy it. I’m working on further chapters, and I’d enjoy any constructive criticism. Thanks to all of you who have contacted me already!!! Your comments have made me feel wonderful.

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My head was spinning from the drugs, I was standing on the stage wearing my daughter’s cheerleading uniform and holding her pom-poms. Suddenly the music started, it was that song “Holla Back Girl” by Gwen Stefani.

I was frozen in fear, unable to even move, I stood on the stage motionless. Suddenly the crowd began to get restless. I could hear comments, “Come Dance….shake that ass, and move it.” The song continued, and I remembered Princess’s threat, that I needed to earn some money, so I slowly tentatively at first began gyrating my hips, and trying to dance.

It was difficult for me to dance, with the combination of the high heels, as well as my drug induced haze, but as I got more comfortable, I began to try and put on a show that the patrons would enjoy.

I fought my urge to run away, I knew it was impossible. Even though I was completely disoriented, and one part of me absolutely hated myself for allowing myself to end up in this position. Another part was turned on beyond belief. I don’t know if it was the drugs or what, but my nipples and my cunt were absolutely on fire, as I continued to parade around the stage. I couldn’t even look out in the crowd; I just stared out into space.

Suddenly, as I wobbled across the stage trying to dance, I turned my ankle. I tried desperately to keep my balance, but it was to no avail. I flailed around, and fell face forward onto the stage. As I fell, both of my breasts flopped out of the top of my shirt. As I heard the catcalls from the crowd, tears began to flow freely from my eyes.

“That’s it. I give up,” I thought to myself, not even bothering to try and get up. I rolled over onto my back and just lay there, sobbing. I guess the crowd was getting a good look at me with a short skirt, and no panties, and boobs flopping out bursa sınırsız escort of my top. The jeers turned to cheers, and suddenly I could see that some of them were actually throwing money to me.

As I lay there staring at the ceiling, I began to relax a little, just trying to forget where I really was. I heard a voice from the crowd, “Spread those legs.” I spread my legs wide apart, and felt my skirt ride up my waist. The crowd cheered loudly as they saw my naked wet cunt and swollen clit. As sick as it was, the cheering actually made me feel good.

“Rub those nipples,” was the next command. I began rubbing and messaging my hard nips, I was a robot unable to resist. The instant, I touched my nipples and electric jolt ran through my body directly to my clit.

This time without prodding from the crowd, my right hand traveled down to my clit, and I began rubbing it in earnest. My god it was swollen, it had never felt this large. The crowd obviously loved this, and I was vaguely aware of cheering as well as the sound of money hitting the stage all around me. But truthfully by this point, I was lost in my own little world.

As turned on as I was, and as much as I wanted; no make that needed to cum, I just couldn’t seem to. I don’t know if it was the cocaine or what, but I just kept furiously rubbing my clit harder and faster. I lay on the stage arching my back moaning and rubbing myself, like a complete slut, trying to cum. Suddenly, I felt something cold hit my shoulder.

I turned to look; apparently someone had rolled an empty Corona beer bottle onto the stage. What I did next horrifies me to this day when I think about it. I just need to cum that bad. I took the empty bottle and slid it deeply into my wet cunt.

At this point, I was completely in another world, not aware of a single thing besides my need to cum. With my left hand now pounding myself with the bottle, and my right hand strumming my clit, I finally felt the pressure beginning to build. My clit began to throb, and the bottle was hitting my g-spot perfectly.

Suddenly I erupted into the most intense orgasm of my life. I was vaguely aware that my juices were literally squirting from cunt. I continued to shake and moan for what seemed like hours, but in truth was probably a couple bursa üniversiteli escort of minutes. When my orgasm subsided, I slumped down on the ground briefly losing consciousness.

As I vaguely began to come back to Earth, I could once again hear the catcalls coming from the crowd. I propped myself up on my elbows, and the first thing I noticed was the beer bottle was still obscenely dangling from my cunt.

The next thought that crossed my mind was Princess. As sick as it was, I wanted to find her, to see her. In some obscene way, I wanted to know that she approved of my act. As, I looked around the stage, I finally spotted her, looking so sexy, with that same bitchy superior smile on her face. My heart swelled with pride.

But just as quickly my heart sank. In a single instant my worlds came colliding together. Sitting right next to Princess was Heather, the receptionist from my office, the one who was there when the barmaid from ‘Lace’ delivered the note from Princess.

As I lay there, suddenly feeling more naked than I had ever been in my life (well it was the truth). Princess got up and walked over to me giggling, “Your friend Heather and I had an interesting conversation. Gather up your stuff, don’t forget my money, and meet us at that table in the back.”

Mixed with extreme fear and shame, as the harsh reality of the situation crossed my mind, I began to get myself together and gather the money that was thrown onto the stage. A million questions danced through my head, but I didn’t dare answer any of them.

Not even bothering to put my breasts inside my shirt, and doing my best to ignore the obscene comments from the crowd. I slowly made my way over to the table where Princess and Heather sat.

They looked like 2 co-conspirators, I shivered at the thought. As I approached an empty seat at the table, Princess snapped her fingers and just pointed at the floor. I knew what she wanted, and I knew it was pointless for me to argue. I just kneeled on the floor between Princess and Heather.

Heather looked at me with a look mixed with superiority and contempt and stated flatly, “I guess Princess was right, this certainly was a show worth seeing. You see, I was just consumed with curiosity the bursa anal yapan escort other day when that red-headed girl came and delivered that note to you. I could tell there was something highly unusual going on. And yes I admit, I thought it might give me a chance to get back at you. You walk around the office like you’re the queen, and treating everyone else like shit.”

“But anyway, to continue,” Heather said. “I just had to find out what was going on, so I followed the red-headed girl. I was quite surprised when she pulled up to a place like this. I followed her inside and asked what the story was. That’s when she introduced me to your friend Princess.”

“Princess told me to show up around midnight on Friday, that the show would be worth my while. God was she right; I never knew you were such a slut. But the best part is, Princess and I had such a good conversation, we’re actually becoming good friends. It may even lead to more than that,” she said winking at Princess. “And Princess has kindly agreed to let me have you during the week. At work you’ll be my property.”

I began to open my mouth in protest, but Heather quickly shushed me, “Shut up, you know you can’t do anything about it, and besides from the look of your little act tonight, I can tell that you love it. So let me tell you how things are going to work from now on.”

“You’re going to go into work on Monday, and explain to our boss, that the pressure of your job is getting to be too much for you. Explain to him, that you and I have decided to switch jobs, and paychecks of course. Tell him that you’re willing to work as many extra hours as necessary for free to train me. Of course, you’ll be my bitch in the office; you’ll do what ever I say whenever I say it.”

Princess chimed in at this point, “Yes Cheryl, in addition to everything else, I taped your little act tonight. You think you’ll keep your family and your job after they see that? One more thing, you’re mine on the weekend. I found out you can be an excellent earner. Do you know that you brought in almost 1,000 bucks from that little show? Between that, and all of the ‘side jobs’ I can find you, I’ll really be able to cut back my hours in this dump. But don’t worry Cheryl, it won’t be all work, every now and then, we’ll let you have a taste of our sweet pussies, when you’re a good girl.”

Kneeling there, listening to this shocking lecture, I was even more shocked to discover, that I had begun to rub myself as Princess and Heather were talking. I knew my life would now change forever, and my final thought before I once again burst into an orgasm was, that it was changing for the better.

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‘Practice is almost over’ I told myself. Soon I could go home and take care of this ache. This happens every practice. I would stand quietly off to the side and stare lustfully at my coach. Why did she have to have such perfect legs anyway? And that ass… my mind wandered once more. My cheerleading coach was absolutely gorgeous. She had blonde hair with bright blue eyes with a body you just wanted to devour. At least I did. I wanted to run my tongue from her lips to the place I knew would be wet for my touch. Shuddering in arousal, I tried to put my mind on other subjects. It was torture fantasizing the way I did. I wondered what she would do if she knew one of her girls was lusting after her.

Everything that was said to me I pretty much ignored. I felt like a robot really, going through the motions from memory while my mind was filled with erotic images and daydreams. The things that went through my head would make the most promiscuous woman blush and probably give a nun a heart attack. I blamed it mostly on my hormones, being 18 just wasn’t easy.

At that moment, the coach slid into the splits trying to teach us a new cheer. I felt heat pool between my legs and felt a blush creep up my neck. I glanced around but everyone ignored me as usual. I was thankful no one noticed the way I was fidgeting or the blatant desire burning in my eyes as my gaze found the Coach again. Finally practice was over and the coach bid everyone goodbye smiling in her usual charming way. I gave a sigh of relief. Now I could go home and take a nice long cold shower!

However before I could leave and go home the coach called me over. I approached her doing my best to keep my eyes trained on her face when all they wanted to do was slip lower. It should be illegal for someone to have such a perfect body I thought silently to myself. “Tanya there is something I need your help on” I nodded hundreds of fantasies spinning through my head at her simple statement. “There are some signs at my house I would like you to help me with if you don’t mind” her voice was soft and so very feminine, I felt like crying out in frustration.

‘What a strange request’ I thought silently to myself but I agreed anyway. I could handle a few more hours with her; at least I hoped I could. Now sitting in coaches or rather Jen’s car I felt trapped in my lustful fantasies. Every breath I took I could smell her and I didn’t think I could take much more. A mixture of a soft scented perfume along with her heady feminine smell had me ready to soak her car’s seat right then and there. We finally arrived at her house and I breathed a sigh of relief. Being so close to her without touching her was really a challenge

She unlocked and opened the front door motioning me to follow her to the living room. “Would you like anything to drink? Juice maybe?” she asked completely unaware of the affect she was having on me. Strangled by lust I could only nod mutely. She left to get the drinks and I sat down on a bursa escort very plush sofa. Glancing around her house, I noted how neat it was and how cheery the atmosphere seemed.

She returned with two glasses filled with some type of red liquid. She handed me one and sat down beside me. I was so preoccupied with trying to keep my desire in check that I didn’t even notice that there were no signs in sight. I mumbled thanks and greedily drank almost have the glass. Was it me or was it getting hot in here? “S-so where are the signs?” I asked angry that my voice seemed to shake.

Jen smiled at me “Tanya the reason I asked you to come here has nothing to do with signs. I’ve seen how you look at me and…” she hesitated and my chest constricted. Was she angry? Was she about to kick me off the squad? Or lecture me? Her next words nearly made me fall off the sofa. “I feel the same as you. I’ve wanted you since the moment I first saw you.” My heart ceased to beat and my mouth dropped open. I couldn’t breathe, let alone speak. So all I did was stare at her completely dumbfounded.

She continued on when I remained silent. “In my opinion since we both want each other, what’s to stop us from having each other?” I don’t think I could have answered her if my life depended upon it. We didn’t needs words though because after meeting my gaze for a moment she kissed me and I was immediately lost. Her lips were as soft as I had imagined and I nearly moaned in sweet agony.

Repeatedly our lips met each kiss more impassioned then the last. My hand fisted in her hair as my body clenched with a need so intense I trembled with it. I needed to feel her skin to skin, taste her, and drive her to complete and utter ecstasy. Her lips parted at the insistent probing of my tongue and I slid inside to taste her. Her tongue tangled with mine and the kiss that ensued left me craving more. I explored her every recess, enjoying her sweet taste and delicious smell. Her hands were threaded into my hair pulling slightly as she moaned softly into my mouth

Her body pressed urgently against my mine and I could feel the heat radiating off her skin. I could not believe this was happening. I never wanted this moment to end. With my mouth still locked in out erotic kiss, I brought my free hand up to cup her breast. It fit perfectly into my palm just like I knew it would. Her moan sent all my emotions and senses reeling and I felt caught up in this chaotic whirlwind of desire and need. Craving so intense, it bordered on pain slammed into me and my hand on her breast tightened.

I pulled away very reluctantly but only long enough for me to tear off her shirt in one quick motion. Her bra was a cream color with lace flowers on the edges. She looked to damn sexy in it so it soon joined her shirt on the floor with a flick of my wrist. For the longest time all I could do was stare. She was magnificent; I had waited so long for this moment. I hade to taste her, every inch of bursa ucuz escort her begged for my lips. My mouth closed around her nipple and her back arched pressing her breast more firmly into my mouth

She moaned deep in her throat her nails digging into my shoulders. I bit down gently and in response, she cried out softly her hands tightening, her nails leaving little half moons in my shoulders. This only caused my excitement to heighten as I soothed her nipple with my tongue. Suddenly Jen pushed me off and I expected her to stop me, tell me to get out of her house. Instead, she tore my shirt off in the same quick motion I used on her then she proceeded to remove my bra as well.

However, I would not let her take control. I had been waiting for this for to long. I cupped the back of her head and drew her in for another kiss. Meanwhile my other hand began to move down her body. I pinched her nipple with my thumb and forefinger reveling in the gasp of pleasure that escaped her parted lips. My mouth left hers and headed downwards once more finding her nipple. She was trembling her body shaking with pleasure and anticipation. I could almost smell her arousal and it made me want her that much more.

My mouth stayed on her breast worshiping her skin with my lips and my hand traces a lazy path toward the area that was weeping for me. I lingered on her navel tracing circles around her belly button teasing her with only the tips of my fingers. Her body arched and writhed in a silent entreaty. Finally, my hand reached the waistband of her shorts and I tugged gently. In response, she lifted her hips so I was able to slide them off her in one smooth motion. She wore a white lace thong underneath and I had to stop myself from crying out in need and appreciation of the sight in front of me. I must have died because this was definitely heaven. Just a hell of a lot hotter.

My fingers headed lower very slowly making her whimper as I kept her in suspense. When I thought I had tortured her enough I brought my hand to the place that craved my touch. My fingers teased her through her thong stroking gently at first. She bit her lip and closed her eyes as she undulated against my hand. I smiled as I watched her facial expressions of pleasure. My lips found her nipples again as my hand slid up and down her moist folds. She was soaking through the thongs now and her whimpers grew louder. “Please” she moaned softly and that single world sent all my senses rioting.

My lips left her nipples then and burned a path downwards. I lavished her skin with kisses nibbling here and there. She smelled so delicious, and tasted better then she smelled. When I reached her stomach, I traced slow circles around her belly button. I lingered on her navel causing her to squirm in anticipation. Finally my lips found the place that was now completely soaked with her juices. Her legs fell open and she arched her hips in silent invitation. bursa elit escort

My tongue flicked her clit softly causing her to cry out. She was so sensitive, and so beautiful. My tongue flicked out a few more times and she fisted her hands into my hair pulling slightly and yet holding me in place. After teasing her with a few more flicks, I brought my fingers into play. I slid one from the very back of her wet passage to the top pressing slightly on her clit as I did so. Her body spasmed and her hands tightened even more in my hair so I did it a few more times. By the time I gave her a reprieve her entire body was shaking with pleasure and need.

I brought my tongue back to her button of pleasure passing over it in long leisurely strokes. My hand slipped down from the top of her legs and slid inside of her easily. At that same moment, my lips wrapped around her clit and I sucked the little button into my mouth. Her entire body jerked violently, and her mouth opened in a silent scream. I stopped all movement letting her settle down refusing to let her reach climax just yet. I wasn’t done with her; I wanted to make sure she remembered this just like I knew I would for a very long time.

After her breathing slowed and she went back to softly whimpering, I began a slow thrusting movement with my fingers. Her hips met every thrust eagerly. Her breathing was coming in shallow gasps and her eyes were completely glazed over with the need for completion. She was incredible just how I knew she would be. I sucked at her clit vigorously enjoying immensely the way she pushed into my mouth. “Yes!” she moaned. At that word, I shuddered and this time it was me that moaned. My moan sent vibrations through her clit causing her to gasp.

I knew she was near orgasm and my fingers were thrusting faster now and harder. She was so wet, so mouth-watering. I feathered my tongue against her clit, her moans grew louder, and mine soon joined hers. “Yes! Oh Yes!” her voice broke through my haze of need turning me on so much more. Her voice was just so incredibly sexy. Her moans soon turned into a keening wail and I could tell she was on the verge of climax.

Just as she was about to reach the peak I removed my hand. She cried out against the loss her eyes opening and meeting my gaze. My eyes burned into hers for a moment and her cry moments before was now a scream because not even a minute after I removed my fingers I replaced them with my tongue thrusting it as deep as it would go and in the process I flung her over the edge into bliss. She screamed my name as her release claimed her and her hips arched violently off the sofa. I greedily drank of her juices savoring her taste, savoring this moment…

“Tanya… Tanya!” I blinked several times coming back out of my fantasy and once more back to tormenting reality. I noticed everyone was looking at me and I was once again at practice. I had gotten lost in my fantasy world…again! Sometimes I just couldn’t help myself though. ‘damn hormones.’ The coach was frowning at me and I wondered what she would do if she really knew the things that went through my head. “Tanya please pay attention!” she said shaking her head. I nodded my gaze on her lips as she spoke. “Always coach…” my gaze met hers “Always.”

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Susan was swimming alone in the pool as I walked into the hotel pool area. It was after 2am and I was a little surprised that anyone was there at all. She looked up at me and smiled as she continued her backstroke laps. Susan was about 18, I thought, with a very athletic body. She wore a red one-piece suit with high thigh-cut which clung tightly to her body. Her long blonde hair was wrapped in a tight ponytail.

“You’re a good swimmer” I said, attempting to start some conversation as I took off my robe and began to step into the warm pool.

She stopped swimming and stood up in the shallow end near me. “Thanks” she said as the water dripped from her tight body. “I like it here late since I can’t seem to sleep too well lately. My parents are snoring away in our room upstairs.”

“Yeah, I know what that’s like,” I answered. “Sometimes you just need to let off some energy.”

I noticed her checking out my body as I walked down the steps into the pool. I loved getting reactions to my blue bikini, from both women and men. It shows my ample cleavage and nice 30 year old body very well. I felt my nipples harden under her look, even though I was getting very warm. I noticed Susan’s small but firm tits under her thin suit also had some tiny buds showing through.

“Miss your boyfriend?” I asked. Susan looked at me a little funny, but answered “No, we broke up a while ago. He’s a jerk. I found out he was cheating on me.”

“That’s rough,” I said, moving closer to her. “Sometimes I think men just aren’t worth it.” She nodded, and I continued “You know, we can do all that they can do just by ourselves, we don’t really need them.”

Susan giggled, “Well, SOME things we can’t do like they can, if you know what I mean.”

I smiled, “Oh yeah? I think all we need is a little imagination and some basic tools, and we can do better.”

Susan nervously laughed, but I could tell she was intrigued. She watched me as I laid back and began backstroking, slowly kicking across the pool. She watched me all the way, I’m sure noticing my breasts floating nicely on the water constrained by my tight suit, as my long legs worked effortlessly. Susan walked into waist-deep water, and laid back against the pool edge, kicking gently.

After I made another lap, I stood up again. “Damn, this strap broke again” I lied as I slipped my arm out of one side. “I’ve got to get a new one.” Susan watched as I removed the other strap, as my large but firm breasts bounded out, nipples long and stiff in the air. I was looking at the clasp as if it were broken.

“Oh well, it’s just us girls anyway” I said as I turned the top around and unbuttoned the snap, gently lifting my tits to do it. “You don’t mind, do you?”

I glanced up to see Susan staring at my hardened nipples as I held my bikini top to the side. “Umm, no, not at all” she managed to stutter as she looked away quickly.

I smiled and squatted down in the water. Susan finally looked back at me. I turned away from her slightly as I slid my bikini bottom over my ass and down my legs, and quickly stood up in the shallow end. I tossed it to the side, still facing away from her. My ass was slightly out of the water, so I was sure she got a good look at it.

“I love to skinny dip anyway, if feels so free” I said as I turned back to Susan. “Did you ever try it?”

I caught Susan’s eyes checking my neatly trimmed blonde hair at my crotch. Her eyes slowly raised over my breasts, then to my own eyes. I looked directly into her brown eyes, and she quickly looked away, embarrassed that I had caught her admiring my nude body.

She looked hesitant, but then, as if deciding that she was too curious as to what I would do next, answered. “Yeah, my girlfriend and I used to do it all the time in her backyard pool at night.” Then she quickly added “Skinny dip, I mean.” She glanced at my breasts again, as she made up her mind. “OK, I could use some freedom.”

She turned her back to me, and began to lift the straps from her shoulders, slowly peeling it off her slim, but shapely body for me. She looked over her shoulder at me as she stripped, a slight smile on her face. I felt that twinge between my legs as she lowered the tight suit down, stretching it past her nice firm butt, and bent down to pick it up from the pool bottom. As she bent over, she slowly turned toward me, her small tits hanging under her, pink nipples hardened.

The biggest rush I felt though, was when she slowly stood and turned to toss the suit to the side, and I saw her almost hairless pussy. I could see her pink lips starting to show through the few strands of blonde hair. Her nice thighs were slightly parted as she stood there, so that they converged at her nearly-bald crotch. This was one hot looking girl. Her waist was tiny, making her chest look bigger than it really was. She had a perfect hourglass figure for a girl her age.

I could tell that she was interested in me, I had seen those looks before. Some girls will clam up right away escort bayan and need more gentle prodding, but Susan was ready for some woman-and-girl experimentation. I decided to be bolder. We both walked into waist deep water, and I stretched out on my back on the water, floating toward her. She came a little closer, until I was next to her, my body across the water in front of her. I looked up into her dark eyes as they roamed my body, taking extra time looking at my pussy. I kicked slowly, spreading my legs slightly to give her a good view of my own puffy lips.

As I floated closer, my side brushed her stomach as she stood, and I felt the electric jolt of desire flow through both of us. She jumped back slightly, but then, getting bolder, moved back towards me slowly. I just gazed into her eyes, trying to let her know that I was open to whatever she wanted. Susan hesitatingly reached out to touch me, placing her hand on my flat stomach just below my heaving breasts. Her eyes were looking them over, noticing the hardened nipples. Her eyes rose to meet mine, looking for the next OK.

“Go ahead, feel them” I said, and she began to caress my tits, gently at first, making my nipples harden even more under her touch. She was enraptured with my body, as she now began pinching softly my nipples. “Ohh, that feels good, Susan,” I said. “I like your touch.”

“I like the feel of your body,” she said. “You’re so beautiful and soft. You must have lots of boyfriends.”

“Well,” I said, “I suppose I could, but right now I’d rather be with you.” Susan smiled and continued stroking me. She put one hand under the small of my back, holding me in the water, as the other ran up and down my body. She ran her hand down to my mound, stopping at the hairline. I was covered in goose bumps from the excitement of her touch. “Go ahead, touch me” I encouraged her.

“Tell me what to do,” she whispered. I could tell that she was eager to learn. Her breathing was rapid as her little tits heaved on her chest, her eyes wandering over my body.

“When you and your girlfriend skinny dipped, did you ever touch each other?” I asked, hoping to bring up some emotions.

“Well,” she answered slowly, “we were only about 11 or 12, we really didn’t know what to do.”

I kept prodding as she continued stroking me “did you kiss?”

“Yeah, sometimes.” Susan answered, “We pretended we were the other’s boyfriend. We would touch each other, but neither of us had much in the way of breasts, although I liked to play with Jane’s, she had little nubs before I did.”

“How about her pussy?,” I asked. “Did you like to touch hers?”

Susan looked longingly at mine. “We would both get pretty wet when we played with each other” she was opening up now. “We kind of rubbed each other’s slit, but I don’t think we ever really gave each other a real orgasm or anything.”

I really wanted to take her now, but I decided to let her do the exploring for now. It felt too good to have this virgin girl experiment on me.

“Just do to me what you think you’d like done to you” I said.

Susan’s hand went down to my pussy, her finger slipping into my moist slit gently. She felt for my clit, and I shivered as she found it immediately, stiffened, waiting for her touch. This girl really knew her way around a chick’s body. I’m sure she must have played with herself often to know just where to touch me. I closed my eyes and let her pleasure me, sliding her finger up and down my moistening slit, her palm touching my clit just enough to tease me. Then she slipped her finger into my hole, and I let myself go limp in the water, weightless in her hands.

She entered me slowly, as she brought me closer to her chest, her tits right next to my face. I flicked out my tongue to her nipples, letting it slide over her small mounds. Susan shivered as she moaned, continuing to stroke my cunt. She pulled me closer to her, giving me easier access to her chest as I continued sucking her bite sized tits into my mouth. She found my clit, which was stiff from excitement about fucking this little girl. She began to stroke it with her fingers, letting it slide between them. As she finger fucked me, I could tell that she was getting too excited to stand for long, holding me up in the water.

“Let’s move to the side of the pool” I said as I let her tit slide out of my mouth, even though I didn’t want her to stop playing with my clit.

She gently let me down and I stood in front of her. Taking her head in my hands, I lowered my mouth to hers, sending an electric shock through both of us as our lips touched. I slipped my tongue against her lips, and she opened her mouth, allowing me to enter her mouth with my tongue. She hungrily sucked it, as she grasped my hard ass with her fingers. I moved my hands down to her heaving chest, palming her little titties and stroking the hard nipples between my fingers. She pulled me closer to her, our blond mounds pressing together underwater. I stopped to take a breath. görükle escort

“Come on, sit up on the edge of the pool” I said, leading her to the edge.

I grasped her waist and quickly lifted her onto the side of the pool, her hips about even with my chest. She put her hands on my tits, kneading the heavy mellons in her palms as she watched me. My hands were still on her waist, but now I moved them lower to her thighs. They were very muscular for a young girl, and commented on how lovely they were. I stroked the outside of her legs, waiting for her to open them for me, not wanting to push too hard. Susan leaned forward, her beautiful face touching mine for a kiss. Her eyes focused on mine as she slowly spread her legs, scooching forward on the pool side slightly. I looked down to her bald pussy, the pink lips swollen from her excitement. Her slit was wet from her own juices, and I could smell the young lust from her sweet cunt.

—————————— Part 2 ——————————

Slowly, I leaned forward to kiss the tops of her thighs, working my way between her legs. I lifted one up and kissed the inside of her knee, working slowly up with my lips as I placed the leg on my shoulder. I touched the other leg, and she immediately placed that one up on my other shoulder as she leaned her head back, waiting for the inevitable.

I continued slowly kissing up her leg, stopping at her crotch as I kissed her smooth belly. I could feel just the hint of pubic hair on my chin as I slowly worked lower, feeling the wetness of her slit on my chin. I touched her pussy lips with my open mouth, and Susan shivered noticeably, a soft moan escaping from her young lips. She opened her legs even more. I let my tongue slip out, gently licking her soaking slit from the top down, then up again slowly. I could feel her young clit stiffen as I passed over it with my soft tongue. She slowly began to gyrate her hips, pushing her cunt gently into my flickering tongue.

Then I placed my mouth over her pussy, my top lip on her clit, as I slowly explored around her hole with my tongue. The juices were flowing quickly, and I swallowed, enjoying the youngster’s taste. I gently pushed my tongue into her entrance, and she grabbed my head, pulling herself closer to me. I slipped it into her as far as I could, as my hands wandered up her body to her heaving breasts. I pulled and fondled her hard, stiff nipples, as I continued working my tongue in and out of her gushing pussy.

She was beginning to twitch, lifting her hips off the edge a little, then pulling my head into her wetness. I gently slipped my middle finger into her slit, letting her juices lubricate it well. Slowly, I began pushing it into her flowing cunt, slipping it all the way in as I continued to tongue her clit. She was tight, but took it easily, moaning softly as I moved it in and out of her hot pussy. Her moans became louder, and I started sucking harder on her stiffness, my mouth covering her snatch. I knew what was happening now, as I felt the buildup of her clit as her cunt exploded it’s nectar into my face, She pulled me even tighter, as she moaned louder and louder, bucking her hips wildly as I tried to keep my finger inside her, my tongue on her spasming clit.

It was a long orgasm, followed by several smaller tingles as she came down from each one slowly. I backed out my finger, kissing gently at her slit, and licking slowly out to her thighs. My face was soaking wet from her come, and she was looking at me hungrily.

“Oh my god, I’ve never felt one like that before!” she said, eyes wide.

“That was a lot more than one, my dear” I said, realizing that she had never experienced multiple orgasms before. “Now you know what a woman can do with a woman.”

She slipped back into the pool, taking me in her arms, pressing her body to mine as she kissed me deeply. She took my tongue into her mouth, sucking her own juices off it, seeming to enjoy every drop. We kissed like that for a while, stroking each other’s bodies as our hands wandered over them. I was about to come myself just from her touches, but I knew I needed to wait. I wanted her to enjoy the feeling of bringing me off herself.

She grasped my big tits, kneading them gently in her hands. Slowly, she kissed my chest, trailing her tongue down my cleavage, as she squeezed them together. She slowly kissed my breast, all around the nipple as it hardened again under her touch. Then, she opened her mouth and took my tit into it, sucking and licking it at the same time. It felt wonderful to have this girl making love to my tits. She flicked her tongue over the nipple, gently biting down with her lips and teeth. She worked over one, then the other, as I enjoyed her mouth on my tits.

“Let’s get out of the water” I whispered, not really wanting her to stop.

I led her up the stairs, and we laid next to each other on some exercise mats. I laid on my back, and Susan gently began to kiss bursa elit escort me again, leaning over me as we sucked tongues together. She again began kissing lower, going back to work on my tits, nipples hard as I ever remember. She was kneeling up now by my side, and I slowly began to spread my legs apart, hoping she’d pick up on the hint. Susan slid her leg between mine as she continued sucking and licking my breasts, and as I moved my other leg over, knelt between my legs, her knees together. I stroked her hair as she kissed my tits, gently guiding, but not pushing her lower. She didn’t resist, but kissed gently lower to my flat stomach, licking at my belly button. It felt wonderfully erotic as her velvet tongue kissed my body, and I took my own breast in my hand, kneading it as she kissed lower.

Finally, she reached my mound, and kissed at my pubic hair. I arched my back a little, giving her easy access to my wet slit. I felt a twinge through my body as her lips touched my pussy lips, now swollen with lust, slightly spread for her. Her tongue slipped into the slit, and she began licking and kissing my pussy lips, her tongue working deeper into my cunt. This girl was a natural cunt-eater, I thought. She was touching all the right places. I bent my knees up, pulling her face closer to my crotch as she lapped at my flowing cunt. Her hands ran up to my breasts, and she kneaded them both, fondling me as she continued sucking my juices, bringing me nearer and nearer. I thrust my hips up, her tongue meeting me with each thrust. I squeezed her hands onto my tits harder, guiding her as she caressed my breasts, flicking the nipples gently with her fingers. Her tongue slipped into my hole, and she drove it in and out, stopping to lick at my erect clit as she entered and exited the flowing cunt. She was fucking me expertly with her thick tongue, my thrusts meeting hers.

She continued kneading my tits as she licked, and I began to buck my hips, the start of a huge orgasm building in my body. Suddenly, it hit. I slammed my cunt into her lapping tongue, spilling my juices over her face as she eagerly drank, still squeezing my tits together as she held her tongue on my spasming clit.

“Yes, oh yes Susan” I screamed as I felt I would literally explode.

When each wave hit, I threw my head back, humping my gushing cunt into her face. Slowly, it subsided, and Susan let her tongue relax, as she slowly kissed her way back up my body, gently touching me everywhere with her lips. I pulled her face toward mine, hers now wet with my cum. We kissed deeply as I sucked my own juices off her tongue, tasting the stickiness of my pussy. We laid there, embracing for a while, as we stroked each other’s bodies, her head on my heavy chest.

“Thank you” she whispered, as she reached up to kiss me. “I loved doing that to you.”

After a few minutes, we decided that we’d better get back to our rooms.

“What do you do?” she asked me as I pulled my robe over my nude body.

“I’m a photographer” I said. “And I’d like you to model for me, if you would.” Susan was impressed.

“What kind of photography?” she asked. “Oh, mostly free-lance” I answered, “But I really enjoy nude and erotic photography.”

“I’ll bet you do,” she laughed. “Do you use yourself as a subject?”

“Actually, yes,” I said. “I have a little remote control that I’ve used quite a bit. I’ll show you some of my work later, if you want.”

We made a date for the next evening, and she slipped her suit back on, sliding her beautiful body into it, now proudly exhibiting herself as she pulled the tight suit over her tits.

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I heard a soft knock on the door.

“It’s Susan” said a low voice.

I opened the door to find her, blond hair cascading beautifully over her shoulders. She wore skin-tight jeans, and a buttoned white blouse. Her lacy bra was visible through the thin fabric. Her makeup was done well, her beautiful brown eyes accented perfectly. I too was wearing jeans, and a t-shirt. I had no bra or underwear underneath, and I felt my nipples harden just looking at Susan’s tight firm ass as she walked into my room.

My room was a mini-studio, with different backgrounds spread against one wall, the camera and lighting equipment everywhere. I offered her a drink, and we sat at the table as she began looking through my portfolio. I showed her some jeans ads that I had done, as well as some food shots.

“This is really good” she said, as she looked through the book. “But where’s the other stuff you told me about?”

I smiled, and pulled another book from a shelf. “You mean the erotic book?” I smiled. “You have to be over eighteen to see these, you know” I kidded.

“Well, I won’t tell anyone, I guess.”

I sat close to her as she opened the book. There were pictures of women partially nude, some with lingerie, and some Playboy-type poses, fully nude.

“These women are all beautiful,” she said. “Did you make love to them all?”

“I wish!” I laughed. “No, only a few are open to explore like we are,” I said as I stroked her long blonde hair.

Susan pressed on, though. “Tell me which ones,” she insisted, as she continued flipping through the pages, admiring some of the beautiful bodies.

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This story contains Alison from the short story ‘the secretary’.

* * *

Alison sat at her desk trying to concentrate on a report in front of her. So far the meaning of it had eluding her. She squirmed in her seat as she thought of the young secretary that had bought it in; Kia was her name. Alison was the head of a large company that specialized in beauty products and she was the sole owner of the successful business. She had gotten to the top through hard work and discipline and a strong desire to succeed, have authority of people; work her own hours and live a rich and upper class life style. Her only weakness in her character was her passionate sexual appetite for women, particularly young women; ripe and firm and there were plenty of young secretaries working for her company. Some she had already sampled.

Kia was new at the office; she had only been with the company a few weeks. She fitted in well, although she seemed very shy and self conscious; and not particularly confident in her work and had made a few errors. She blushed modestly when Alison was around; and Alison liked to think that Kia was blushing because she was attracted to her; but when she thought about it; she realized she was just a shy girl, barely twenty-one. Her modesty made Alison aroused; Kia was so timid and polite; but always trying hard to please and do well. Alison admired that; even though she had made a few mistakes in her first weeks.

Alison at the moment was fantasizing about spanking her softly on her ass for her mistakes. Kia had a fantastic body. A lot of her secretaries did; but Kia was different. She was beautiful, exotic; mysterious and well bred in an old fashioned sense. She was modest as a young woman should be; and she even turned her large and bright blue eyes downwards when spoken to. Kia had a perfect oval face and a semi full pair of lips; a dark tan and sensuous skin and a tight hourglass figure. Her breasts were medium sized and Alison imagined they were firm and perfectly shaped with a delicate pink nipple. Her round thighs looked heavenly and her ass was fantastic, shaped with two full orbs and pulled in tight around the thighs to give a perfect shape. Alison could only torture herself with what was between …

Alison snapped out of dream again and squirmed in her seat again. She couldn’t stop thinking about this incredible young woman. She loved her hair; which was long and straight and a woodland brown; and tied back neatly in a professional manner. She wore a small pair of dark rimmed glasses on her tiny little nose and always looked up shyly whenever Alison approached her for reports and inquires; which had been a lot lately.

Kia always wore professional business dress; usually a smart suit and pants which outlined her perfect figure well. She wore something different and stylish every day; which would give Alison a different fantasy every night when she went home. Tonight she would have to leave early, Kia was dominating her thoughts and she couldn’t keep her out of her mind.

Alison decided to go to the gym to let off some steam. In her late thirties she was in good shape and got a fair amount of attention from men and women; and it was wasn’t just the amount of wealth she had accumulated over the years. Alison prided herself on her appearance, figuring a lot of business was about image and she was certainly stunning to watch in a board meeting or in bed. She had dark hair and dark eyes and a very firm and voluptuous figure. Her thighs were large and round and her hips were wide and gave her a powerfully built body that was strong and sensuous. Her breast were large and full and jutted out proudly with an air of confidence that made her proud to be a woman; to have mastered her career and her body. Her lips were red and full; and her tongue was long and pointed, perfect for providing oral pleasure. Alison worked hard at the gym to keep her figure tight and trim; she wasn’t arrogant about her looks; but liked to ease her muscles by working them out hard and then having a long luxurious bath in special aroma therapy oils in her mansion. She had to keep her body relaxed and at ease; as long hours in the office would tire her out; so to compensate she would spend long hours treating herself to relaxation. She would have a facial once her week; and her skin was flawless, smooth and pure. Then she would have two massages a week, usually by a woman who would always comment on how young and perfect she looked for her age.

Alison arrived home and ran a bath. She could afford to build her own gym in her mansion but she liked the company down at the gym and she figured she would get lazy if she didn’t have another people around to motivate her. Her master bathroom was large and there was an on-suite bathroom next to it. The bathroom was made out of pure white marble and the bath itself was shaped in a large hexagon; like a spa and could certainly fit more than two people in it. It was a lover’s bath. Alison had been married and bursa escort bayan divorced years ago. The only sexual satisfaction she could find was from women. Alison loved oral sex and loved the taste of a woman’s vagina. Her thoughts again drifted to Kia and how wonderful it would be to taste the young woman, her mouth, her breasts, her skin, her ass and pussy. Alison wanted massage her with her tongue all day and all night.

There was fridge next to the bath and she poured herself a glass of sparkling apple cider. Alison didn’t like alcohol as it made her drowsy and dull witted; she liked to active, on the ball. Then she undressed out of her gym suit, happy to be naked and let her large breasts hang out naturally and her pussy to feel air on it. The bath was full and bubbling with sensuous oils. Alison stepped in, tingling with delight as the heat of the bath shot through her body and warmed her blood. Slowly she eased herself into the hot water and flinched when the water came up to her well-trimmed and yet hairy dark bush. Finally she eased the rest of her body into the water until her breasts were floating at her water level. Her nipples were hard and long, especially when aroused. Alison took one in her manicured hand and commenced relaxing and playing with the large perfect orbs of flesh. She kneaded and gently massaged the nipple until it got stiffer and stiffer, harder and harder. She thought of Kia while she was doing it. She thought of her exotic face, her large blue eyes and deeply tanned skin reaching out timidly to stroke the glorious breasts. Alison imagined herself relaxing in Kia’s arms in the bathtub, Kia delicate face on her shoulder; massaging her breasts from behind, playing with her nipples and sucking on her ear lobes.

Alison moaned softly, her eyes closed as she enjoyed her fantasy of Kia again. She raised one of her breast to her mouth and sucked delicately on her own nipple; her tongue massaging it rhythmically in her mouth and she pretended it was Kia doing it.

Alison’s moans got deeper and she couldn’t hold back any longer. She lowered her right hand into the tub and when straight for the hairy pussy between her legs. Alison kept it fairly trim; but she also liked to let it go a bit. She liked a little bit of hair around her vagina lips, she liked it on other women; it so soft and fresh; so different from hair on the head.

Alison’s pussy lips protruded a little and she loved it when her former girl lovers sucked on her pussy lips and then came back to got on her clit. Alison’s clit was now very hard and she started rubbing it in slow and deliberate circles, her timing perfect after years of practice. She moaned loudly; she had been waiting all day for it. Her pussy tingled in the water and her clit felt more sensitive with each delicate rub. She spread her pussy lips wide and then stuck a finger into her tight depths. She groaned again loudly; her pussy was well lubed from the water and her own juices that had been flowing constantly. She increased her rhythm, closing her eyes and tilting her head back in joy as she approached a wonderful orgasm that startled her in its intensity. She breathed hard, her muscles contracting violent around her finger and then gasped out loud in joy, squeezing her breasts with her free hand. For a few moments afterwards she continued to play with herself, still aroused and then relaxed and enjoyed the rest of her bath.

The next day Kia was put aside and Alison continued to get on with her work in peace, determined not to let her sexual appetite get in the way; but something happened to make her start fantasizing again. One of her secretaries who had been working on company reports said there was a lot of overtime to be done. The secretary, whose name was Alice; said that Kia had offered to stay back and work tonight and some of the girls would take the following nights. Alison felt an instant wetness in her loins at the mention of the sexy young women’s name and was back to square one. They would be alone together tonight in the office.

Alison tried to work and put it out of her mind the rest of the day; but those two pretty blue eyes invaded her mind. When it came to six thirty, Alison hadn’t left the office all day, she thought about seducing Kia but it seemed to complicated; even though it sent a such thrill of sexual excitement that she nearly came on the spot. Perhaps she should talk to her, she thought seriously. Maybe she could take her out for a drink as a show of appreciation for staying back. It wouldn’t be too obvious.

Alison picked up the phone, then with a moments thought; put it back down. I should see her in person if I going to ask her out for a drink. She stood up and stretched like a cat and then took a deep breath. The office was silence; but somewhere she could hear someone shuffling about. She knew it was Kia and walked around the large office towards her desk. And there she was. Sitting and reading a report. She was dressed in a bursa bayan escort tight black short shirt and stockings that showed her slender and shapely legs and disappeared into that wonderful firm ass that was constantly on Alison’s mind. She wore a silky crème blouse that hung softly around her delicate breasts, the fabric caressing her bra. Her beautiful straight brown hair was tied in a pony and her face was thoughtful, her legs crossed. Kia heard her approach and smiled shyly, showing a set of perfect white teeth through her moist and red lips.

‘Hi, how’s it going?’ said Alison feeling intimidated by the young woman beauty and marveled at it. Never had any girl had such an effect on her!

‘Good,’ Kia assured and nodded her head.

‘No problems?’

‘No everything fine, are you going home now?’ she asked.

‘Yes, but I thought I might offer you a drink,’ said Alison. ‘There’s a nice bar around the corner, they always reserve a table for me.’

‘Sure that’s be great,’ said Kia and they both stared at each other. A spark passed between them, Alison was sure. Kia’s eyes shined when she spoke and seemed to be in total worship of the successful woman. ‘But I don’t drink,’ she said.

‘Neither do I,’ said Alison. A rush of lust overwhelmed when she said the next line. ‘I have some non alcoholic wine in my office, would you like a glass?’

‘Okay,’ said Kia, she uncrossed her legs and stood up. Both of them stared at each other, until Kia looked away under the Alison’s powerful gaze. Alison, aware that she’d been staring; held out her arm, offering Kia to go first. Kia walked to her office in silence. Alison watch her sexy walk and noticed Kia was wearing a gstring, she could see the top of the thong outlined in the tight office mini shirt. Such a perfect ass, she thought; now wetter than ever.

Alison’s office was part office and part living room. It was adorned with expensive art and leather couches to make her business guests feel more comfortable. There was a fridge as well, so she could offer her guest drinks. Kia sat on the leather and crossed her legs, watching as Alison poured them both a glass of sparkling wine. She could think of nothing to say to the young woman, who was quiet and seemed uncomfortable in the presence of her boss. Alison smiled as she handed her the wine and sat next to her on the couch.

Kia accepted the glass gratefully and took a small sip, observing the splendor of the rich business woman’s office.

‘You have some beautiful artwork in here Miss Frazier,’ ‘Thank you, call me Alison,’ said Alison and touched her glass with hers. Kia blushed again and took another sip. ‘Do you like working here?’

‘Yes, I do,’ nodded Kia, ‘the staff here are so nice …’

‘Mmm,’ said Alison, not really listening and barely aware of what she was saying. She wanted to get to know the girl, but right now all she could think of was kissing pretty face. ‘You have beautiful hair Kia,’ she said without thinking.

Kia blushed again and looked at her shyly and admiringly. There was no mistaking it, Alison was sure that Kia was attracted to her. ‘Thank you,’ she said. ‘You real pretty too, your hair I mean,’ she added hurriedly and then turned bright red beneath her fine tan.

Kia turned away from Alison’s dominate gaze and pretended to be interested in the room but she could feel the gaze of the sexy older woman all over her.

‘I found it hard working her the first few weeks,’ Kia prattled on to break the silence, ‘it gets really busy sometimes. I think I might have made a few mistakes, but I’ve learnt quickly,’ she added, feeling stupid for talking about it.

‘A lot of people make mistakes in the there first weeks. Would you like to sit in my desk chair?’ Alison offered. ‘It could be you one day, if you work hard enough.’

‘Okay,’ said Kia and nervously got to her feet, aware that Alison gaze hadn’t left her. She walked over to Alison’s chair and set her glass on the desk with a trembling hand; as she set the glass down; she spilt some wine and then as she tried to stop it she upset the whole thing and it fell on the carpet. Alison didn’t care but then suddenly decided to be bitchy about it.

Kia was really embarrassed. ‘I’m sorry,’ she squeaked, blushing again and picked up the glass. She looked around. ‘Do you have any tissues? I’ll clean it up.’

‘Leave it,’ said Alison, her voice cold. ‘The cleaner will do it in the morning. A very clumsy mistake.’

Kia lowered her gaze at the sound of her voice, it was commanding and lacked the warmth that it had before. Alison heart beat faster as she proceeded with a desperate plan. Even though she felt mean, it would all come together soon.

‘I’m really sorry,’ said Kia, standing with her hand clasped behind her back in a girlish fashion.

‘You’ve made a lot of mistakes my secretaries told me,’ said Alison. ‘A lot of mistakes. This company only accepts hard bursa merkez escort working girls to run the office and so far you have been up to scratch. Is that why you were working late for me? To make up?’ ‘Yes,’ said Kia, her blue eyes lowered. She looked up through her long lashes, not liking the stern lecture from her boss. Alison pussy tingles as she stared at the young woman, who was a lot sexier when she was serious.

‘Do you want to keep your job here?’

‘Yes.’

‘How hard are you prepared to work?’

‘Very hard Miss Fraz – I mean Alison. Very hard.’ she said.

‘You get paid very highly to work for me don’t you?’

‘Yes.’

‘Working late doesn’t impress me. Good work done on time it what I like. Punctuality. Meeting deadlines.’

‘Yes.’

‘Look at me,’ said Alison, her voice going soft. Kia looked up, her large blue eyes were reluctant to meet Alison dark ones. Alison could sense that she was scared and hated putting her on; but she had to. She wanted her. ‘Do you want to sit in my chair?’ said Alison and nodded towards it.

‘Yes.’ ‘Alright then,’ said Alison. She stepped past the sexy young woman and sat in her luxury business reclined. ‘Proceed.’

Kia stood there awkwardly for long moments, confused. Alison held her breath.

‘I said proceed,’ said Alison sharply.

Kia looked more confused and then gave a little laugh. ‘But – you’re in it.’

‘Yes, I am,’ said Alison and leaned back with a sly smile. Her intention was out. She raised an eyebrow to the quivering young woman, who slowly began to realize what she meant. She came forward nervously, her hands were shaking. She looked at Alison and then quickly looked away. Alison couldn’t tell if she was scared out of her wits or plain excited.

Kia sat her lovely tush on Alison’s lap a little stiffly. Alison suppressed a moan of pleasure that tried to escape her lips as she felt the lovely weight of the young girl, the beautiful smell, the closeness of her tan skin and face; the texture of her hair. Alison reached out and stoked her long hair .’Now that’s not so bad is it?’ she asked. ‘Just relax.’

Kia shivered as Alison stroked her softly, like a cat. She didn’t know what to do, what to think.

‘Move closer,’ Alison said. ‘Right up on my lap. Come on, I want you right up on my lap.’

Without waiting, Alison grabbed Kia’s thigh and pulled her right up over her thighs. Kia breath became faster and she tensed up; but tried to look relaxed. Alison face was only an inch away from hers, her dark eyes stared into her blue ones; her moist and full lips looked warm and inviting, her breath smelled sweet and warm.

‘Do you like your boss Kia?’ Alison purred, feeling like she was about to orgasm just holding the girl. My panties must be soaked, she thought. Alison had never seduced or abused power this way; but it made her hot to know that she could do it to such a beautiful young woman; whom she was sure wanted her anyway; she just needed some encouragement.

‘Yes,’ said Kia softly, her eyes exploring Alison face. Alison casually stroked Kia’s thigh, all the way up to her hip and back. Kia’s breath sped up and she tried to act relaxed.

‘You do like me don’t you,’ said Alison. ‘You like me touching you, holding you. Do you think I’m attractive?’ ‘Yes,’ breathed Kia, looking away. Alison slowly raised a finger to Kia’s chin and turned her pretty head so she was looking into her eyes again.

‘What do you like about me? Tell me.’

‘Your so powerful, so good-looking, you have control over so many people. They all like you but you don’t seem to give them the time of the day. You could have anyone, your so beautiful,’ she repeated with passion.

‘What in particularly? Do you like my breasts? My thighs? Come on tell me,’ Alison continued stroking her thigh softly and now she moved from the outside to the inside, enjoying the fabric of her stockings. Kia breath became faster. ‘I like your breasts,’ she admitted shamefully and blushed, then looked away. Alison patiently turned her head back again.

‘That’s nothing to be ashamed of young woman, nothing at all. Don’t be shy. Tell me what you like about them.’

‘The size,’ Kia hesitated and stared at Alison wonderfully large breast that her arm was rubbing against. ‘There so big and womanly. So mature and so full.’ She blushed again and felt silly. Alison smiled. ‘Have you thought about holding them?’

‘Yes,’ said Kia guilty.

‘What about playing with my nipples, squeezing them?’

‘Yes.’

‘What about sucking them? Do you ever think about sucking on my breasts?’

Kia nodded and stared at them. Starting to feel relaxed under the powerful woman’s questioning. Alison made it out to be the most natural thing in the world. ‘Put your arm around my shoulders,’ Alison commanded, ‘then you’ll be closer to them.’

Kia did as she said there breasts mashed together. Alison’s nipples were rock hard and she could sense Kia’s were as well. They both relaxed for long moments, just enjoying the warmth of each other bodies.

Alison held Kia face by the chin. ‘You have a beautiful face Kia. One of the most beautiful I have ever seen on a woman; and body as well. You’re so beautiful you shy little kitten. Just beautiful.’

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It was delicious having an afternoon off work, and to be able to spend it with my fiancée, Sarah, was very heaven.

Generous soul that she was, Sarah insisted that as she had had an orgasm out in the sand dunes, I should have one back at the hotel. Being equally giving, I saw no reason to deprive her of that goal.

By the time we reached the hotel, it was gone four, and we would both need to be back on duty by six-thirty. The question of which room to use was answered by the fact that hers was on the ground floor, whilst mine was on the third; my chambermaids had had so little to do, I doubt they thought my room was occupied at all.

No sooner had Sarah swiped her card and put it in the slit to turn the lights on than she had her hands on quite a different, and wetter, slit; mine.

Her hands were up my skirt, her fingers in the waistband of my panties, pulling them down. She picked me up, which saw my panties fall away, and carried me to the bed. As she did so, I was removing my top, which exposed my tiny tits. She literally threw me onto the bed. That whole experience had my juices flowing. I loved feeling like a rag doll in the arms of my lover.

I unzipped my skirt and wriggled out of it, as Sarah stripped off her dress and lingerie. She was on me in a moment, the hunter taking its prey. My breasts are small, in truth almost non-existent, but my nipples are super-sensitive, and as she fastened her lips on them, one after the other, I gasped. My legs parted. escort bayan She ground her mound against mine, pushing one leg under me so she could trib.

As our wetness conjoined, I felt a jolt go through me. Our clits were rubbing, and her lips were rubbing against mine. I grasped her breasts, kneading them, squeezing her nipples, trying to reciprocate what I was feeling with her tweaking and twisting mine.

The grinding and the pushing were such sweet pleasures. I could smell the scent of our arousal, and heard the squishing sounds as we made each other wetter. She kissed me, long, deep, passionately, as she pushed herself against my tight, wet little pussy. Her tongue pushed into my mouth, and I welcomed it, playing with hers, swallowing her saliva. I was lost in a haze of erotic longing.

So many of my lovers (which makes me sound like a slut, until I admit that we are talking about two women across five years) have wanted to use a strap-on, which cause me problems, but Sarah knew by instinct that what I needed was that woman on woman feel. Not the artificial hardness of the toy-maker’s art, but the soft, succulent folds of my lover’s pussy, grinding into mine. As our juices mingled, I began to lose it, concentrating on her thick, swollen nipples in the hope of edging my orgasm.

But Sarah was in a determined mood. Psyched and sexed up by what we had witnessed in the dunes, where my friend Emm had been used by her Mistress and her friends, Sarah’s urgency görükle escort fired my own desires. Long, slow, sweet and sensual, was my usual style, but there was a feral longing in her kisses and grinding, which set my own desire alight.

It burned with a bright flame, hot, all-consuming.

Knowing my darling wanted me this badly set my own desire aflame. Gripping her nipples, I bent, sucking and biting them. She did the same to me. In this passionate conjoining of bodies there was none of our usual playful prolonging of our sexual desires. This was love. But it was also fucking. She wanted to devour me, and I wanted to be hers, devoured, caressed, loved, fucked and taken to the highest height of pleasure.

‘Fuck, Pixie, I can’t hold back, I want you, you gorgeous little tart, I want, want, fuck, I want you.’

Her voice began to trail away into a scream, and as it did my own orgasm began to erupt. I was lost, shouting, gushing, screaming, as she did the same, and the afternoon exploded into the most intense orgasm I had ever had. We fell back in orgasmic bliss, holding each other, shaking, and looking with longing and amazement.

‘Sarah, that was …’

Words failed me, something which seldom happened. There were none that could justice to what had just happened. But the look she gave me spoke volumes. She was eating me with her gaze, as I was with mine.

‘Yes, Pixie, MY, Pixie, who needs words?’

As I bursa elit escort lay in her arms, I needed neither words not thoughts. I was all sensation. It was as though layers of skin had vanished, and I lay naked, exposed and wholly open to her; as she did to me. We were one. Marriage would add the words, but this love was rooted in what could be felt but never articulated, except obliquely.

We lay a while. We dozed. We loved. We kissed. We were one.

The phone went.

It was Sarah’s thirty-minute warning. She needed to be at the studio for the last night of the Concert, which meant I would need to be there too to ensure everything was on track.

She hugged me. No words were needed. I watched as she showered, her beautiful breasts lathered and cleaned, and I joined to clean her more intimate parts. We kissed. She cleaned me up too, feeling my arousal when she washed my tiny tits. But we knew we had to be good.

We towelled down, dried each other, and she put her little black dress on. She looked serene.

Bless her, she came back with me, and I quickly put my own little black dress on, finding some clean panties and sandals. I looked like a midget who had dressed in a hurry.

We got there just in time.

As we did, we saw, coming through the other door, a blonde woman in a diamanté collar, fuck-me shoes and a dress which revealed almost as much as it concealed. It was Emm, and with her were Anne, Emily and the blonde woman we had seen in the dunes.

Sarah needed to dash, but I had a moment to spare.

‘Hi, Pixie, I have a plug up my ass and Ben Wa balls inserted. This is Miss Zoë. Will you and Sarah join us later, as I need to be used? Was that the offer we could not refuse, or would Sarah object? We would see.

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To say we were subdued was an understatement. Pixie, Oli and I were, for us, unusually quiet as the late night Eurostar sped towards Paris. I can’t speak for the other two, but I, Aussie Annie, joker and life and soul of the party, was verging on being overwhelmed by what I had just put my hand up for.

Like Frodo with the ring or Harry with Voldemort, I hadn’t sought out that burden. But on that train to the city of love, I knew that Roger was right. I had been chosen, there was no alternative, and my fate was bound to the woman known as Whispering Death.

Earlier on in the evening we had made an incongruous foursome in the back of the Selfridge’s shoe department. Oli and I were in equal measure disheveled by our vigorous fucking and spooked by realising that there was something evil approaching our friend and lover Mel.

Pixie was equally perturbed by the danger to Mel and our boss Miss Sinn. And she fussed, oh my God did she fuss, asking herself how she could extract Mel from danger; but answer came there none.

Roger, as we had christened Oli’s secret service boss, was calm, icy calm, after he had shocked us by admitting he had asked the PM about whether she would authorise the assassination of the Russian bitch, Whispering Death. But we all knew that no sensible PM would begin dishing out assassination authorisations for some baddie, because where would she stop once she had started, the leader of the Opposition?

He had let Pixie fuss, and Oli and I recover from our shock, and then he had gently spoken.

“Ladies, we know very little about the woman they call Whispering Death. She is clearly one of the up and coming stars of the Russian Mafia. Which I imagine means she is both respected and hated in equal measure.”

Oli whimpered, not for the first time, “What have I done?”

And Roger soothingly replied, “Given us an advantage Oli. We now know Whispering Death is in Paris and that her target is Mel.”

“But Mel could be already dead,” Pixie stammered.

“No I doubt it. Look Miss Hoffmann, remember your friend Emm, the Oscar winning actress.”

Pixie nodded and Roger continued.

“Well if there was an Oscars award for best newcomer baddie of the year, I suspect Whispering Death would win it. And the reason she is so good is that she isn’t stupid. And that means she never ever hits on someone until she has managed every risk. Mel is safe in the short term.”

“In the longer term?” Pixie asked as a tear slide down her cheek. I reached for her hand just as a knot gripped my stomach. That was my premonition where our conversation with Roger was going.

“Miss Hoffmann,” Roger continued, “The best way to avoid a ripple in the water of a pond is not to throw a stone into said pond. I have ordered all surveillance of websites and Whispering Death to cease. Ash is at this moment removing the UK’s digital footprint from anything to do with this case.”

“But Mel,” Pixie observed.

“Indeed Mel,” Roger continued, “We are not abandoning her. But we will do nothing, and Whispering Death will come to think there is no risk. She will feel she can then strike I am sure, at Mel and probably Miss Sinn. And then she has seen your photo, Mary Poppins.”

There was a sharp intake of breath from the other two and Roger looked at me significantly and produced a pack of cards from his pocket, before continuing, “For the moment she doesn’t know that we know. That is one of the only two advantages we have. These cards can tell a story about our second advantage.”

“A fucking tarot reading,” I observed.

Roger ignored me and flicked over the first card and it was the Queen of Spades. “Whispering Death is our Queen of Spades, black is appropriate as it is the colour of her soul. In most games spades are generally regarded as a trump card. But there is a more important card isn’t there Annie?”

I nodded, thinking of the Joker, though I really had no idea where Roger was going with this.

Roger flicked over another card and it was the Joker. “I don’t think the Joker as it is actually a Joker; we need a card that can dominate the Queen of Spades.”

I felt a shiver. I gripped Pixie’s hand, she gripped mine and mouthed the words: “I love you.” I knew. So, by the look in her deep brown eyes did she. I looked at her, then Oli, and finally, somehow, at Roger. I did not want this. No, I most surely did not. Nor did Pixie. But I knew. The trumpet was playing the Last Post.

“I would that this cup would pass me by,” I said sighing deeply, “but I see I must do it.”

Pixie and Oli both looked at me, eyes screaming no.

But Roger just gently asked, “Why Annie?”

And from deep in my subconscious the answer arose:

“Because the next card is the Queen of Hearts, and it is therefore my destiny.”

Roger turned over the next card and it was, of course, the Queen of Hearts.

And he continued:

“Good and evil are always locked in struggle. Mostly evenly matched except, that is, for the advantage good gets from the bursa escort power of love and righteousness. I could ask Commissioner Dick’s fine lesbian SWAT team, and each would volunteer. But Whispering Death may be a match for them. But with Miss Sinn, Mel and Pixie compromised, you are the only one who can play the Queen of Hearts Annie. That is our second advantage.”

“But I can’t kill, Roger. I can’t even deal with Huntsman spiders when they come inside at home.”

“I know, you would be no match for her in a fight. If the PM had authorised assassination, we could only have used snipers.”

“Then …” I started but the words died on my lips.

“The Russian Mafia,” Pixie observed, “we can get in touch with Ekaterina, Emm’s Mistress. She can do it for us, Yes, Annie, yes.” She was excited, relieved, and almost stopped crying. Then she looked at Roger.

“Exactly Miss Hoffmann,” Roger replied.

“Okay, I get that, but how on earth can we do it without creating another feud which puts another Mafia boss on our tails? Ekaterina can help, but she can’t deal with all the Russian Mafias.”

“You are, as ever, little Miss Hoffmann, on the money, but Her Majesty’s Secret Service has thought of that too.”

My goodness, I thought, he was smiling – even if it was like the gleam of silver plate on a coffin lid.

“Oli will you explain to Pixie and Annie what your first student job was.”

“I worked in a tattoo parlour, boss. And if I may say so I became kind of accomplished.”

And that, with the addition of one piece of James Bond magic, was enough for a plan to be concocted. One that just might work and only involved the four people in the shoe shop in Selfridges. Roger was firm, Mel and Miss Sinn must not know, for fear of inadvertently alerting Whispering Death.

“But finding Whispering Death in Paris is like looking for a needle in an hay stack,” I then observed.

Roger raised an eyebrow, and replied, “If I might channel Miss Sinn, a double fucking first at Cambridge and no fucking clue.”

That broke the tension just enough for us all to lightly smile.

And then he continued, “Miss Hoffmann, my niece recently asked me whether she should accept an offer from Cambridge or one from Oxford. Let’s see if you can help her with her decision. Is this a needle in a haystack?”

Pixie smiled, obviously enjoying the confidence Roger had placed in her intelligence, “No Roger. If we follow Angie and Mel we will come across Whispering Death also following them. I think I would recommend Oxford.”

“Not we Pixie,” Roger replied, “You must not be seen as we don’t know if she will recognise Mary Poppins. Oli is the only person that we know for sure has seen her, and she must do the identification. Remind me again Oli what she looks like.”

“Blond, good looking between 5 6 and 5 8. I would know her anywhere.”

“For fuck sake Oli she may be disguised, and that description is also a description of you and of Annie.”

“Don’t micro manage me boss, I will positively identify the bitch.”

“Don’t you dare get overconfident, any of you. This is a high risk operation,” Roger had concluded.

We were all replaying the scene in our heads as the train sped across the Normandy landscape, shrouded in the darkness. It was a metaphor for our plight.

“Can the plan work?” Pixie looked at me. “It is so fucking risky.”

Miss Hoffmann swearing, well that proved things were tense. She only swore when she was being used, bless her. I looked at her:

“Pix, I know you are there, and if they get me, get them, spare nothing.”

The tears welled in her eyes.

“Miss Annie, if they get you I will fucking rip them apart limb from limb – one fucking bomb.”

She looked so fierce.

“I love you, Annie, and this is brave of you.”

We kissed.

“Get a room,” jeered Oli, but her heart was not in it.

After checking into our hotel we fell into a king sized bed, Oli accepting Pixie’s invitation to join us. Anyone who thinks that gymnastic style sex took place in that bed has never undertaken a life or death operation. Rather, there was a lot of snuggling whispering and cuddling. Most of it directed my way as Oli and Pixie built up my confidence.

Fortunately, Pixie in her usual super-organised way had given Mel an itinerary for her time in Paris. And so we knew she was scheduled to talk a walk along the Seine early the next day. So Oli and I sat in a cafe, hidden under an awning, and were served delicious and very expensive croissants and coffee. And we soon saw Mel and Miss Sinn walking past, holding hands for fuck’s sake.

And ten seconds later Oli said, “That is her, lime green blouse and short skirt.”

“Fuck,” I said, “She is good looking. And oh my God what an arse.”

Oli looked at me strangely, as I leapt to my feet and followed the woman we knew as Whispering Death. First impressions count and my first impressions were total physical attraction. Whispering Death was, looks wise, my sort bursa escort bayan of woman.

I had time to watch that sexy arse sway as she followed them back to their hotel. Pixie texted that the French police had put a surveillance camera in their room, so as soon as we got to the hotel, I watch the sexy Russian take a seat at the bar, and went to the Concierge, who was expecting me.

With one camera on Whispering Death, and the other on Mel and Miss Sinn, I was suffering an overload of lesbian lust.

Miss Sinn was no sooner in the room that she was at Mel’s feet, sucking her toes. It looked like Mel was ordering her to strip, and within seconds, Angie was down to her sexy lingerie. So that, I thought, was it, the great dominating Miss Sinn was submissive to Mel. I shivered, my crotch, already moist, got wetter as I watched Miss Sinn play with herself while Mel whipped her gorgeous tits. Lucky bitch, I thought, before turning my attention back to the danger.

There was nothing for it, leaving the Sinn girls sinning, I sashayed into the bar and ordered a vodka.

I raised myself to the bar seat, showing a generous expanse of leg and stocking top.

“You were following me earlier,” she said neutrally, but with an implied menace, namely that I had better have a good reason for following her.

“I am,” I replied, “You have a fantastic arse. And you are so gorgeous.”

“Australian I take it, arse is so not what the English say.”

She looked me up and down, for all the world looking like she was deeming whether or not I was worthy of further conversation. I was calm on the outside, but a coiled spring of nervous tension on the inside, in case she didn’t find me attractive enough.

“Yes, in Paris on my own for a break, spending daddy’s money,” I simpered, conveying wealth and that I could hardly be associated with any plot.

“You are a good looking thing. I am busy with the task I am on this afternoon and will be very task focused tomorrow too. But I imagine you like clothes shopping.”

“Yes,” I said, which was a totally genuine response.

“Well let’s test ourselves. I am free this evening. You like my arse, I like your long legs and big tits. Let’s meet for a drink later and see if we have dressed sufficiently impressively enough to take things further.”

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mel and Miss Sinn emerge from the lift and walk away from us. The Russian bitch had too, and she concluded our conversation with, “Hotel Ritz bar, 7pm. See you there.”

And she turned on her heel and I watched her gorgeous arse walk away from me and realised that my cunt had just leaked so badly that my knickers were a sopping mess. It was, I concluded later, a case of lust at first sight.

Back at our hotel Oli and I began the task of finding the perfect outfit in one afternoon. We soon established which was the most exclusive boutique but when I rang they were clear that I needed to be referred.

“For fuck’s sake,” I screamed at Pixie, “They want a reference before they will take my fucking money.”

“That is Haute Couture for you darling,” she replied.

“High up their fucking arse you mean. For God sake I need to dress to impress and a fucking department store will not do.”

Yes, later on we giggled, as that was the moment I lost it and descended into that circle of hell where you feel you aren’t good enough. Fortunately, Pixie knew what to do and she rang her friend Emm, the Oscar winning actress. And whatever happens, when an A-list actress requests admission to an A-list fashion house, happened.

Thus it was that Oli and I were greeted unctuously at what Mel would call a retail establishment, but which I am sure if I used those words would get me shown the door. Oli and I enjoyed our shopping and soon selected something perfect for the occasion, and the dress and matching shoes were soon back in our hotel room.

Pixie informed us, as Oli was helping me with my make-up, that she had spoken to Emm’s mistress about the other matter, and so I prepared myself knowing that all was in train and my nemesis awaited

After Oli and Pixie had styled my hair, I was made to bend over. And Oli and Pixie, after a little debate as to who wanted to do it, shared the task of inserting the James Bond magic that the UK secret service had given us up my arse, Pixie holding my cheeks over and lubing my arse, and Oli having the fun of thrusting it up there and making me gasp.

And I was ready. Picking up the playing card that Roger had given me, telling me he wanted it back in his deck of cards on my return, I kissed the Queen of Hearts and passed it to Pixie for safekeeping.

“See you soon my love. And you Oli. Just got to nail this Russian bitch and life will return to normal,” I said as I opened the door, adding, “Wish me luck. And for those that believe in the power of prayer, now would be a good time to pray.” Pixie crossed herself.

The taxi arrived at the Ritz and I stepped out, bursa merkez escort the split in my dress momentarily displaying my long sun-kissed legs. The seconds ticked by as I contemplated my chosen battle dress of a ruby red diaphanous dress, a black lace G-string, and six inch heels. With of course my weapon of choice, a flexible syringe of the UK secret service’s finest sleeping drug up my arse.

I was at ease with my choices and so, model like, I walked into the hotel, the dress reflecting the sway of my hips and movement of my breasts. I knew I looked the part, the sheer material, advertising luxury, confidence and the fact that I had nothing to hide. Heads turned but I didn’t acknowledge them, my focus was on the single combat that was about to occur between me and the woman known as Whispering Death. I wanted her to have the impression that the fact I was leaving nothing to the imagination was my sign that she had nothing to fear.

In my mind I was accompanied by a legion, a legion that history idolised. David approaching Goliath, the tradition of the samurai and the knights, and as this was France, the Chanson de Roland. But that history weighed as lightly on me as my gossamer dress. The Queen of Hearts, reflecting love and righteousness, was their calling card as it was mine. Pix had said love would prevail, and I had to hope the little darling was right.

In Russia they have a saying, bash na bash, meaning one-on-one, which traditionally substitutes a fight between champions for a full-scale battle and so avoids the sorrow of internecine war. The Russian bitch who awaited me was no respecter of her tradition, if I didn’t succeed, then those that I loved would continue to be at risk. So succeed I must.

She was at the bar, languid, with the slit of her stunning dress, black of course, displaying her long pale legs. And she looked, and there is no other comparator, like a goddess, perhaps Aphrodite or Venus. Like those Goddesses, she radiated power, transcending the mere mortal as if her sexuality was blessed by the divine. Her beauty and raw sexual animal magnetism, were a drug; addictive. I was being drawn into her web even though I knew that inside that gorgeous exterior, there was a vacuum in the place where her metaphorical heart should have been. What if my lust betrayed me? What if that at the critical moment I chose not to do what I had come here to do?

And I felt my body stir as I walked towards her, nipples now pokies, pressing against my dress, cunt juices damping my thong obviously inadequate for the strength of what I was feeling. Lust, I felt lust, but not like I had ever felt before, this was lust refined, distilled, and concentrated to its purest essence. I was overwhelmed by my need for her to want me, to take me, to fuck me even though not a single word had yet passed between us.

Did that, I shivered, mean there was the potential for betrayal, that my lust would leave me vulnerable? Would it triumph over love? I know even Pixie and Mel must have had their doubts when I told them of the strength of my lust. Was it possible that it was so powerful it would outweigh my love for them.

The answer, even at the moment, is what it is now when I get horny, no. Lust is like the summer leaves, beautiful then gorgeously colourful, and then they are gone with the first hint of the cold of winter. But love nourishes you through that cold, and is there season by season, perhaps never as vibrantly rich again, but just the perfect food for a girl’s soul. Love, I knew then, as they know now, is stronger than lust, and I would never sacrifice what I have with them, not even for the sexiest cunt on the planet, and Whispering Death certainly fitted that bill on that night at the Ritz.

My sartorial efforts to impress the Russian bitch didn’t go unrewarded. She smiled, indicated a stool next to her for me to perch on and said, “You look magnificent. I can see that you are attracted to me, but let us be clear that it is a long time since I have been stirred as much as I was by your approach.”

“There is,” I replied, “a glory and a joy, in instantaneous desire. And I will have the Krüg, thank you.”

With an imperious wave of her hand, two glasses of Krüg were delivered just as she continued, “One glass my love. And then my room awaits. It is a long time since I have felt as needy as I do when thinking about your cunt.”

I knew then that the first part of our dance of death had been quickly and satisfactorily completed. What remained was the sex and the decision I had to make as to when I would chance my arm.

Conversation flowed warmly and seductively. We both knew physical desire, and we both knew it was reflected back in each other’s eyes. And one flute of champagne later, we slipped off our stools and headed upstairs to her room.

The door to her room had barely closed, when her arms went around me and, recognising instantly that she liked to lead, I surrendered to the woman who will, maybe, be the lust of my life.

Our first kiss went on and on, setting off skyrockets of pleasure in my brain and signals to my cunt that caused my juices to flow. I was enveloped in a wave of lust so powerful that nothing else seemed to have ever mattered. My experience of life seemed to focus on how I should please this woman and how she could please me.

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Disclaimer:

-This story is copyrighted 2000 by Mark Anthony. It may not be reproduced or posted anywhere else in any way, shape or form without express permission.

-This is a work of erotic fiction, involving explicit sexual acts between female adults. If it ain’t your cup of tea, read something else. If you are under 18 years of age, ditto.

-Send comments and feedback to [email protected]. All of it is welcome. Author’s note: Though I have done some research for this story, Castle Streinhenburg & Brachendauch are not actual real-life locations. Any omissions/errors in the story are mine.

Synopsis: Strange incidents are occurring at Streinhen castle, a German Castle turned Inn on the banks of the Rhine; Emily is plagued by dreams where she is ravished by a ghost who bears a striking resemblance to her friend Liana…

9. Awakening

Curled up in a ball beneath the covers of the bed, Emily Bryden was afraid to get up.

She hugged one of the three pillows resting on the canopy bed, clutching it against her body like an anxious child would a teddy bear. In her mind, disturbing imagery flashed on and on incessantly. Closing her eyes as hard as she could, she tried thinking of something else. But the thoughts continued to taunt her, and the heat radiating from her sensitive box served as a cruel reminder of the very real hold they had on her. She felt tears of desperation rise up, but she somehow could not bring herself to let it all out.

She eventually roused from the bed, walking about aimlessly on the carpeted floor, her solitary sulking darkening her mood further. She spared a glance at Liana’s undisturbed bed, and felt sudden pangs of worry and confusion squeeze her heart. Emily had the strangest feeling, like something had happened to her.

As much as she didn’t want to confront the strange dreams that had haunted her throughout the night, she still very much wanted to make sure that the central figure in all of them was safe and sound. Surely there were no sexual implications in that, were there?

Emily left for the bathroom and showered very briefly, as if the mere fact of her nakedness might spur more of the strange urges and feelings she was attempting ignore. She made sure the water was cold, and fought to stay under the icy stream as if it could wash away all of her dark, sensuous thoughts. Much to her chagrin, she felt a brief rush of arousal as she caught a glimpse of herself in the bathroom mirror, water dripping from her curvaceous body, nipples stiff from the frigid temperature of the shower.

She instantly chastised herself, wresting with that elusive part of her subconscious which had signaled her body to react with pleasure at the sight of her nudity.

I must be losing my mind, she thought.

Minutes later, Emily strode into the suite, and sat on her bed, wrapped in a silk, navy-blue kimono. She stared blankly at the window and the green hills beyond it. It was ten, perhaps eleven in the morning, and sounds from the busy medieval town in the valley below reached the top of the cliff where Streinhen castle rested. Emily carefully stepped into that dangerous part of her mind which contained her memories of last night, thinking hard of that last moment when she was fully aware and conscious.

Her eyes wandered to the desk beside the window where she remembered reading the diary. And there did the old book, with its brownish, musty cover, sit.

She shivered involuntarily, and fought the urge to panic. ‘It’s only a book’, she repeated in her mind over and over. Yet the memory of how it had drawn her into the dreamtime was surfacing, and with it fear and incomprehension.

The white candle which had burned next to it had melted down to a fraction of an inch, a hardened puddle creamy wax now resting on the varnished surface. Emily’s eyes shifted between it and the diary with mixture of dread and frustration. She felt thorn between getting to the bottom of the mystery which had so disrupted her life, and retreating to the safety of the castle lobby, filled with plenty of modern-day, real-life tourists who had nothing to do with ghosts and outrageously libidinous dreams.

Emily sighed heavily, trying to exorcise her fear in a single long breath, assembled her courage, stood up and walked over the desk. She reached for the diary hesitantly, opened it and began quickly flipping the pages. She punctuated her glimpses through the worn yellowing pages with long glances outside the window, hoping to shake any influence the book might have on her frail psyche by concentrating on something else every couple of seconds. But it quickly became evident that daylight chased away any such power the diary might have, and Emily found she could easily look away from the ancient scribbling whenever she wished. Furthermore, no strange apathy came over her. Moments later, she began flipping frantically though the personal journal, desperately searching for answers.

10. Kristin’s Diary entries

Anna, oh sweet beautiful Anna, how I long for thee! bursa escort Those few precious moments during the Barons’ feast, where we managed to elude our respective sentries to share a blissful embrace! I kissed thee, kissed every part of thy lovely body, and still thirsted for more! How can I live without knowing such pleasure everyday and every night? I have no choice but to crave thee, crave thy soft touch in every waking moment of my loveless, unhappy existence! Why does Father pursue his vendetta against thy family? Why did my heart find such love, and deny me the right to live it freely, under the sky, the sun, the moon and the stars? Why must I suffer thus?

Father was wounded yesterday by vile retainers of Count Schtaffen who had cornered him while he hunted for sport with his usual entourage. He has professed vengeful oaths anew, to destroy the Count’s whole family line, words which have only drowned my heart with further sorrow. Dear Father, how I love thee, but please do not pierce my heart with the sword that would fall upon my pretty Anna!

I feat Brother Hilmund has begun to suspect strange goings on between our house and Schtaffen’s, and I fear that he might be onto the secret I share with Anna. Precautions must I now take that this record of my most secret thoughts be not discovered by prying eyes. I have kept this diary in a safe place, but prudence counsels that I remove it to another safe place as the seasons change. God forbid he summons my Father to voice concerns real or imagined!

Sweetest, most consuming of passions! A kiss from thine lips, Sweet Anna, is enough to rouse me from death’s embrace and fill my heart with incandescent joy like the phoenix which rises from the ashes at the moment of rebirth! Though the master of the guards appointed by Father sought my person for a day, he will not speak of my momentary vanishing after I have instructed him so. Surely the threat of my Father’s wrath at having lost his precious daughter in a street full of commoners is enough incentive to keep that secret to the grave. If only he knew what pleasures I partook in his absence, if only he suspected the joy his dereliction has bought for me, thought furtive and ephemeral it felt to my restless, loving heart! Anna, I would risk the entire world for an hour at thy beside!

I have tasted and kissed thee, Anna, but wish above all to hold thee in my arms, hold thee as man holds wife, with love and contentment! Rumors of an impending visit by questing knights in search of brides to marry fill my soul with dread, but a look in thine eyes chases all away, replacing it with hope for a future hat must be shared, if need be, in secret. I pray that none will come to my Father’s door, claiming hospitality and the hand of maidens to carry off to their lands. I pray for a continuation of our love, eternal as the flow of the Styx, the rising of the sun, and the shining light of quixotic moon in the cloudless night sky.

Cruel Fate! Cruel Destiny, Chance and Circumstance! A fortnight ago, a man clad in armor and bearing the sword and standard of the Heimdall line shouted for servants to accommodate him after a night’s ride from Boerhen. Seeking an audience with my Father, he forthwith demanded the right for my hand, in accordance to the Germanic tradition, providing proof of his line’s ascendancy over numerous baronies and villages stretching from the banks of the Rhine to the Frankish lands. Father has agreed, on conditions that remain unknown to me, and I have since exiled myself in my chambers, refusing admittance to all but lowly servants.

Father is upset, and I can sense an ominous nervousness in those few servants who bring me food, and beg for me to acquiesce to his demands. I fear that my days may grow short indeed, but I cannot will my heart to cease loving Anna anymore than I can agree to marry this beastly man who seems to thrive of murder and blood, suffer his invasions upon my person or spawn his sons into this world.

Emily reached the last page of writing, all of the rest unadorned by the Germanic writing. She pondered the meaning of the few entries she had just read with apprehension, the unmistakable ominous tone of the final entries arousing worry. There was a fleeting impression as she gazed upon the pages once more, as if she were remembering elements of an old fairy tale she had heard as a child. Somehow, part of her mind told her she knew the details of this strange tale, though she could not readily summon a specific memory of it.

She blinked in a heartbeat, perplexed as she focused on the last line of writing in the diary. Suddenly, the awareness came that every word on the page was transcribed in medieval German.

In a quick motion, Emily snapped the old book shut. The heavy thump echoed in the large suite, and a dusty smell filled her nostrils. She threw it back violently upon her bed, and took deep breaths, trying not to hyperventilate. Strange dreams, weird tales of Gothic lesbian affairs, seemingly ancient diaries written in arcane tongues-yet easily readable by 21st century escort bursa contemporaries… it was all too much.

She looked about, cursing inwardly for the hundredth time and wondering where Liana had gone!

She reached for her suitcase, pulling out fresh clothes with sudden and furious energy. Though shy of nature, Emily Bryden prided herself on being able to exert a surprising force of character when the situation called for it.

One way or another, she was going to get to the bottom of all of this.

11. Ghost Tales

Emily caught sight of the tour guide standing nonchalantly the Inn lobby, and signaled him at once with a gesture of the hand. He waited patiently while she joined him, next to a stone support column which rose and vanished up into the high stone ceiling above.

“What can I do for you miss…?” the guide asked, with a hint of recognition that Emily knew went back to their own visit of the battlements two days earlier. He paid attention to the fact that the woman wore a dark green wrap skirt and a snow-white shirt with supple cuffs, chastely buttoned up to the collar. He could not help but paused briefly to admire her beauty, her blond hair tied back in a simple but stylish knot, her shapely figure graceful and poised. But her delicate features were marred by a disarming look of worry that found its purest manifestation in the deep blue of her pretty eyes.

“Bryden” she stated simply, in guise of introduction. She stared at him resolutely, but her embarrassment was clear when she resorted to a hushed tone. “I was wondering if there’s ever been reports of… strange events occurring in the castle?”

He looked at her mutely for a moment, scrutinizing her. “Uhh… define ‘strange'” he whispered, his voice uncertain.

Emily sighed, and resigned herself to a more direct approach. “I… heard rumors that this was a haunted castle. Two tourists were talking about this incident that transpired here in 1967 or something…”

“I’m afraid I haven’t heard anything of the sort in all my years here Miss Bryden.”

Emily mustered up all the disappointment she could and let it rise up in her eyes as she pouted. The man’s discomfort at disappointing the young woman was immediately, painfully evident.

“Ah,” he quickly added, “Well… although I don’t *personally* know of any strange happenings here, I know of a local legend which finds its origin in a tragedy which took place at the beginning of the fourteenth century.”

Emily’s eyes betrayed her sudden, grave interest. Her hands clasped the man’s arms urgently. “What tragedy?!”

Passing tourists turned their heads towards them while the echo of her exited voice traveled down the corridor.

“Uhm, you understand” the guide began, his voice still hushed, “that the details are sketchy at best, since reliable accounts have been either destroyed, damaged or lost through the centuries. The gist of it, however, is that the daughter of Markwald Streinhen, the most powerful robber baron of the region, died in unfortunate circumstances, sometime in 1305.”

Emily swallowed hard. Her mind worked furiously, one part assessing the truth of the story the diary had partially revealed, the other thinking back to her thoughts and impressions in the dreams that haunted her nights.

“What kind of unfortunate circumstances?” she said, pressing the guide.

The man’s eyebrows shot up, conveying his bewilderment at her apparent agitation. “Some surviving records imply that a knight who had sworn allegiance to an enemy of the Streinhen family may have killed her purposefully, but that seems doubtful since Marlwald was the most established and powerful local authority of the region at that time. Moreso even than the old Count Schtaffen, who was his chief rival. In fact, historians believe that this story refers to the murder of the Count’s daughter, not Markwald’s. The former was old and frail, and evidence suggests the murder of his daughter may have been carried out at Streinhen’s behest.”

Emily’s whisper was like the cold breeze on an icy lake. “Anna…”

The guide nodded curtly, his eyes gazing to the firm grip she held on his arm. “Yes, Anna Schtaffen… you have studied the local history then?”

Emily fired back with a question of her own. “Kristin… Kristin Streinhen was the daughter of Markwald, wasn’t she?”

“Yes, that is correct.”

“How did she die?”

The man frowned as Emily’s hands squeezed his arm desperately.

“It is believed that she threw herself from the East Tower and into the precipice below. Since then, popular myths have propagated stories of her ghostly presence within the castle walls.”

Emily Bryden nodded curtly and finally relinquished her hold on his arm, obviously shaken by his response. He began mouthing some kind of an apology as he rubbed the sore limb, but she merely gave him a stunned look and silently strolled off, her hands dangling loosely to her sides.

12. Searching

Liana had pulled a perfect disappearing act.

Emily would bursa escort bayan have been fuming had she not been so concerned for her friend’s life. The guide’s words were an forbidding omen, a tale that rang true in her mind and soul. On a very basic, almost unconscious level, she hardly even questioned the possibility of having fallen, along with her friend, under the spell of a ghost intent on toying or using them. The rational part of her mind, which began at once to attempt to figure out where Liana might have gone, concluded that it was best to operate on the assumption that she *wasn’t* going mad, just in case there was, in fact, a ghost haunting the castle.

In her heart, a more serious battle raged. Buried beneath the fear and worries stirred a strange, fascinatingly new perspective; a key had turned in a locked door, and it had opened ever so slightly. Emily Bryden has banished the thoughts from her mind consistently, but they just seemed to crop up in her mind again and again. she could not deny the reality of her multiple climaxes in the last two nights, no more than she could ignore the acute sensitivity of her breasts, thighs, pussy – practically her whole body. But the truth of her sudden, hidden yearnings seemed too shameful a concept to sustain prolonged scrutiny in her own mind.

As she attempted to draw information from the castle gatekeeper who had seen Liana drive off in the rented car that very morning, as she quizzed the morning busboys and waiters in the dinner hall for clues as to her friend’s destination, Emily fought not to think about those enthralling nights past, of their unreal yet exciting quality… when she had experienced the soft, intimate touch of another person

She had been certain of her instinctive distaste of male companionship, but the absolute bliss she had experienced in dreamtime now pointed to a new path. If the focus of her search for Liana was aimed at warning her of the dangers of staying in Streinhen, and of initiating immediate departure from the premises for another place to reside in for the night, then why was her heart pounding faster every time she visualized her friend’s face? Why was a subtle current running up her legs, converging in her womb, sending delicious, forbidden thrills through her body, making her sigh despite herself?

All avenues save the involvement of the Hotel and police personnel were exhausted by mid-afternoon, the staff wondering if she wasn’t loosing her mind after she had questioned a sizable lot of them on anything from her friend’s whereabouts to the possibility of the castle grounds being haunted. Emily retreated into a lobby, defeated, and slumped in a cozy leather chair, feeling the tears of frustration welling up in her eyes.

She felt isolated, alone, and powerless… turbulent emotions raging inside her… struggling to breach the surface of her quiet, reserved facade.

“No!” Emily hissed to herself, alone in the richly decorated salon. She breathed deeply, focused on the moment, and felt strength and determination flooding back within her. Her arms clasped around her shoulders as she hugged herself for comfort. This situation called for firm resolve, and she was bent on to living up to her untapped potential.

She made for the main Hotel lobby, next to the administrative offices. Once there, she called a clerk and requested that reservations for two be made for a nightly stay at the Hotel Richtoffen, roughly twenty seven miles downstream from the castle.

“Certainly madam,” the clerk responded, in perfect English. “May I ask for what day?”

“Miss, actually” Emily snapped, sharper than she intended. “Reserve for tonight. I’ll be leaving as soon as my friend arrives, hopefully before nightfall.”

The dark-haired man’s expression grew troubled. “But surely Miss has heard the reports?”

Emily gave him a blank look.

He frowned, his bushy eyebrows coming together. “A bad storm will be hitting the whole region before sundown-a regional warning has been issued. With muddy, unlit country roads between here and Richtoffen, it would be extremely dangerous to drive.”

Emily fought for control of herself and succeeded, her facade remaining untroubled. She slowly turned, in a rigid sort of way which the clerk found a bit upsetting, and walked away without saying another word.

13. Stormy horizons

The whole sky was ablaze with blue lightning by 5 PM. All shutters in halls and suites were closed, except in the newly renovated sitting room of the West wing, which had a thick panoramic window that could easily withstand the high winds and torrential downpours, offering a spectacular sight. Emily had crawled into a heavy black leather chair not unlike the one in the lobby, facing the large pane of glass and the gloomy rage of the elements beyond. She still nursed the same drink, one hour after a waiter had brought it to her.

Outside, under a dark sky, wind blew fiercely and rain poured down violently upon the forested valley below. For the thousandth time, she glanced towards the large outside corridor — the main hallway that lead to the luxury suites Liana would have to pass through in order to get back to their shared accommodations. For the thousandth time she sighed in desperation.

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Evie and Stella have spent the night making love but in the morning Stella is awoken by Evie’s live in landlady, Diane who is also a police sergeant. Stella and Diane have a history dating back to Stella’s drinking days when she came up against Diane and lost badly. However all that is water under the bridge as Stella prepares to interview Nicki as a replacement boarder at her place. Things hot up though when a chance encounter at Nicki’s place of work brings a ‘curious’ Mei Lin into the picture as well.

It was a morning after like no other. For Stella it was surreal to be sitting opposite Diane, who was still wearing her police uniform and tucking into a breakfast she’d cooked for them, fried eggs and bacon along with orange juice and coffee. The last time she’d seen Diane she had also been in a police uniform albeit with only one stripe on her sleeve, now she had three stripes meaning she was now a sergeant. Her hair had been mouse-brown back then and tied up into a bun, now it was tinted red and fell to her shoulders, framing a pixie-like face. She’d also lost weight if Stella’s memory served her correctly, around the hips although her breasts were still on the large size.

Diane was also quite talkative, and that was what Stella noticed the most, although to be fair she was at home and not on the job so to speak. Her body language and mannerisms suggested that the hard front she put on at work was nothing more than a façade and that was having an impact on Stella.

“I’ve known Evie since she was in high school,” she confessed, “I used to go to barbies at her house at least once a month, her stepdad and I go way back, he’s a retired cop.”

Which was a relief to Stella because she’d wondered why an openly gay woman was renting out a room to a woman who’d been curious. What made it more surreal was the way Diane played up to her, not in a sexual sense but more in the fashion of a guardian seeking to make her feel more at home.

“Whatever happened to Jenny?” Stella finally asked.

“I have no idea,” Diane shrugged, “I was there for reasons we both know about and when she didn’t press charges we left her to her own devices. She hasn’t popped up on the radar,” she looked up from her breakfast, “why?”

“It’s the matter of making amends,” she replied, “but my latest sponsor has said the best way to make amends is to stay sober.”

“Your sponsor is right,” Diane glanced up as Evie stepped into the room, “although if you want me to make inquiries I might bend the rules, you look very colourful today, Evie.”

Stella turned around as Evie approached the breakfast bar. She was wearing a brightly-patterned blouse that looked as if she was going on holiday instead of work. The base colour was brown and it was covered in red, yellow, and blue flowers as well as green leaves, two generous ruffles adorned the front of the blouse. The ends of the ruffles dangled over a conservative tan skirt that fell just past her knees, a pair of dark brown stilettos completed the outfit.

“Wow,” she shielded her eyes, “are you going on holiday or to work?”

“The latter,” she smirked, “but I’m in holiday mode,” she stopped behind Stella who was wearing the same clothes she’d had on yesterday but she’d elected to go without the waistcoat and the collar tie, the blouse was open to just above her cleavage for a more relaxed look.

“So, you two are,” she pursed her lips, “together?”

“We haven’t talked about it yet, it’s early days,” Stella leaned back as Evie rested her hands on her shoulders, “as they say in the fellowship.”

“Okay, well if you plan on moving house, give me some notice,” she looked up at Evie.

“Oh I’m not sure we’re there yet but you’ll get plenty of notice,” she squeezed Stella’s shoulders, “or I might keep her hidden in my closet.”

“Nothing wrong with hiding in closets,” Diane chuckled, “some of the hottest sex I’ve had was in closets,” she propped on her palm, “so, are you going to be home tonight?” Isobel has found a new babysitter and her husband is away until tomorrow night.”

“Um, I don’t know,” Evie glanced at Stella, “what are you doing?”

“I haven’t gotten that far yet,” she replied, “a day at a time,” she checked her watch, “what time do you have to be at work?”

“Quarter to nine,” she replied.

“Well we better get a move on if we’re going to beat the traffic.”

It was something they discussed on the way into town. Stella had been planning on going to a meeting but as she explained, it wasn’t as if she couldn’t skip the meeting and go to one the next night or even a lunchtime day meeting in the city.

“Just as long as you don’t skip too many meetings on my account,” Evie squeezed her leg, “my uncle Peter has told me what happens.”

Stella swallowed as she slowed for the traffic lights. It was so different having a girlfriend who actually understood the disease concept of alcoholism and yet, she frowned. What could go wrong and why was she so worried?

“You can skip tonight but not tomorrow,” Evie broke into bursa escort her musings, “but tonight we need to talk about where this is going. This is new for me but maybe not so much for you but I need to know where I stand and I don’t want you to tell me now.”

“I’m still trying to process it myself,” Stella admitted, “and you’re right, we need a day or so to think things over,” she stopped as her phone rang and a moment later she tapped the reply icon on the screen.

“Stella here, who is this?”

There was silence for a few seconds and then a female voice came through.

“Shit, sorry, I dropped the phone, it’s Nicki here from the café? We talked about meeting up to talk about this room?”

“We sure did,” Stella glanced at Evie, “I’m working today and I’ve got company tonight.”

“What time do you finish?” Nicki asked.

“Five or so, sometimes later but my friend is also in the city so we’ve got a bit of time to kill if you can make it into town.”

“That’d be perfect,” Nicki replied, “I’m working at the café until nine thirty, just come in and if there’s a spare table we’ll sit down for a chat but if not we’ll go into the staffroom.”

“No problem,” Stella replied, “I’ll text you if something pops up to sideline the plan and if you don’t hear from me then everything’s on, okay?”

“No worries, Stella. I’ll bring my references and all the bits and pieces, have a great day.”

“You too,” Stella farewelled her as the phone went dead.

She accelerated as the car ahead moved forward, another car pulled along beside her and Evie turned just in time to see the driver and his mate grinning at them. The passenger inserted his finger into the loop formed by the finger and thumb, she turned away as Stella spoke.

“I’ve got four extra bedrooms and my regular housemate has given me a months notice, twice now but now that I’ve got a potential replacement I might be able to let him go. He’s a nice guy and I’ve been dragging my heels because he’s so stable.”

“Okay,” Evie fiddled with the collar of her blouse, “I get that, I’d have to do the same with Diane as well, so, what’s Nicki like or haven’t you met her yet?”

Stella paused before replying.

“She works in the café near where I work. Nicki’s about your age and she’s been openly gay for years, her parents live in Omeo.”

“Okay,” Evie replied, “so, does what happened between us last night change anything for you with Nicki?”

“No,” she shifted gear, “the reason I was dragging my heels was because she was having problems with her girlfriend, Amanda, but things have been pretty good the last few weeks. I didn’t want to risk her moving in and finding herself single and alone with me.”

“It’s all right, I understand,” Evie reassured her, “I’d be the same if I slept with Diane, which I’m not in case you’re wondering.”

“I wasn’t,” Stella grinned, “but thanks for the reassurance. Nicki is a bundle of laughs though, you’ll get to meet her tonight,” she glanced at her, “and if you see something I’ve missed, do me a favour and mention it?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, her vibes, the way she talks. I may not take your advice but I will listen.”

“Sure, whatever but you’ll take a chance anyway and it’s not up to me.”

They lapsed into silence for the rest of the journey. Stella was mentally projecting ahead, not just to the meeting with Nicki but three years down the track when she’d broken up with Evie and was now involved with Nicki.

Quit projecting, she reminded herself as she pulled up not far from the Swedish consulate.

“Well this is where we say goodbye,” she leaned across and brushed her lips across her cheek, “be good and text me if you get time, I may not answer straight away if I’m with someone,” she stopped as Evie suddenly turned and pulled her over for a longer kiss on the mouth.

“See you tonight,” she smiled.

Stella watched her walk away, feeling a mixture of passion and anxiety before a taxi blasted its horn and she glanced up in the rear view mirror.

“Don’t get your knickers in a knot,” she nudged the accelerator and drove away.

***

The tram squeaked away from the tram stop and Evie stared at the picture advertising the news for Channel Ten. Two women stood either side and behind two women with the slogan 10 News First above them all. She was instantly drawn to the white blouse tucked into a dark green skirt worn by one woman and felt a slight weakness, Jennifer Keyte had been a cornerstone of Melbourne news for as long as she could remember. The memories flitted through her like a slide show bringing with them a feeling of longing and anxiety. She’d always paid more attention to her than any of her male counterparts and yet she’d always thought that was down to her delivery and charm.

Evie picked out the café Stella had mentioned in a text, which also included a Google map link. Had she been curious for far longer than she suspected? She’d always thought it a recent thing, Evie stepped out onto the road and escort bursa merged with the other pedestrians crossing to the footpath and one woman also caught her eye. This woman was considerably younger than Jennifer Keyte with long black hair hanging loosely about her, she was dressed in office attire, a black, sleeveless sheath dress with a jacket draped over her arm. Her other hand was tucked into the crook of a woman’s arm and she was talking quietly.

Evie stared at their backs, wondering if these two women were gay but when they reached the pavement they stopped and farewelled each other with a brief hug. Evie frowned as she stared after the woman in the black dress. Desire had been very much in the forefront today and this woman was just another in a line of women at work who came across as desirable, although very much out of reach, except for Ola, the woman from technical services who actually was gay.

Ola had always been out of reach to most people because of her geek status and the fact she was able to monitor all their emails and web searches. And yet today she’d smiled at Evie when she stepped out for lunch and when she returned she asked her how she was getting on. It was the first conversation she could recall having with Ola.

Did Ola know she’d had sex with a woman or was this just a wild coincidence? She’d heard that people projected an aura that was detectable to certain people. Evie thought that a bit out there but even so, the fact Ola had stopped to talk to her was weird. She drew nearer to the café and as she got to the window an older woman in a white blouse over a black tee shirt smiled at her and Evie had the distinct impression it was that kind of smile. She returned the smile and then stopped in the doorway as the woman passed her. They looked at each other briefly and then the woman was moving further away leaving Evie staring after her buttocks.

Now that’s sexy, she thought and stepped into the café. However, when she looked around every table was full although the oxbow-shaped booths against the far wall weren’t all full and there was one in the middle that just had one occupant, a woman in an elegant white blouse, tan jacket and matching trousers sat drinking her coffee and playing with her phone. As if sensing her attention, she looked up at Evie but there was no smile, merely idle curiosity. She had long black hair that fell to her shoulderblades and distinctly Asian features adorned with a large pair of glasses.

“Can I help you?”

Evie turned to the woman speaking. She too had dark hair but it was brown and a lot longer. She was also wearing a white blouse along with a black tie and black trousers, the apron containing her notepad and pen however was red and Evie looked at her face for a moment.

“Um, I was meeting someone here but she’s not here yet.”

“Oh, I see,” she smiled, “um, we’re actually full but if you want to wait I’m sure we’ll have a spare table soon enough.”

“Okay, I’ll wait,” she winced at a familiar sensation, “um, do you have a toilet?”

“Sure,” she inclined her head, “down the back, I’ll punch in the code for you.”

The path they took led them past the booths at the back and this time the woman with the glasses did give her a good look and Evie smiled.

“Most of them stay for about fifteen minutes,” the woman went on, “but as soon as a table is free I’ll reserve it for you and your friend.”

“Thanks a lot,” Evie stopped as the woman punched in the code and then pushed the door open.

“No worries,” she smiled at her.

Once she’d emptied her bladder, Evie took a few minutes to wash her hands and brush her hair. How should she greet Stella? With a kiss or was this something that happened in relative privacy? Her eyes shifted as she tucked the blouse further into her skirt and then seeing that part of her bra was visible between the buttons she made another adjustment.

“You’re being childish,” she told her reflection a few moments later she stepped out of the toilet and into the café. Stella still hadn’t made an appearance and she sent her a text as she walked slowly past the booths.

Evie: At the café but it’s as full as a goog.

She paused by the booth where the single woman sat and then glanced at the door, contemplating waiting outside and then she became aware of someone touching her sleeve.

“Excuse me,” the woman pulled her hand away, “you’re looking for a table?”

“Um yeah, I’m meeting a friend here.”

“Just one friend?”

“Kind of,” she replied, “she’s got to see one of the waitresses here who wants to rent a room from her,” she turned to face her.

“Oh,” she smiled, “well why don’t you sit here?”

“It’s taken,” she returned the smile.

“By just one person,” she replied, “it’s a big table, I don’t know why they put me here when there was a smaller table by the window but if it’s any comfort I won’t be here long anyway.”

“Are you sure?” Evie asked her.

“Of course I’m sure,” she replied, “I wouldn’t have asked otherwise.”

“Okay, bursa escort bayan thanks,” she rounded the table and because she needed to keep an eye on the door she slid around closer to the woman.

“I’m Evie by the way.”

“Mei Lin,” she held out her hand.

“Hiya,” they shook hands, her accent was broad Australian and so she framed her next question carefully, “your parents are from China?”

“Malaysia,” she replied, “I was born there too but I was naturalised a few years ago.”

“My grandmother was born in Vietnam but I’m mixed race.”

“I thought so,” she glanced over as the waitress who’d let Evie into the toilet approached, “you can see it in your features.”

“I’m impressed,” Evie smiled.

“You found a table,” the woman smiled.

“Yeah,” she glanced down as her phone beeped.

Stella: On my way, be another ten minutes.

“What’ll it be?”

“Um just a cappuccino,” she replied.

“No worries,” she glanced at Mei Lin, “would you like a refill?”

“Um no thanks,” she glanced at her handbag, “I’ve spent enough today already.”

“She’ll have a refill,” Evie spoke up, “it’s my shout,” and then seeing the look on Mei Lin’s face she smiled, “you let me share a table, it’s only fair and I’ve been a recipient of random acts of kindness more than once in my life.”

“Oh,” Mei Lin nudged her glasses further up her nose, “thank you.”

“See, all’s well that ends well,” she straightened up as the phone in her back pocket rang and then she took it out and swiped the screen.

“Hey, Stella, where are you?”

Evie felt the hairs standing on the back of her head as she suddenly read the name on her name tag, Nicole.

“Oh, okay,” Nicole glanced at Evie, “this friend of yours, is she wearing a colourful blouse with flowers on it?”

Evie stared straight ahead as Nicole grinned.

“Well, bugger me, relatively speaking, I’m just about to bring her a cappuccino, you want your usual as well?”

She nodded and then farewelled her.

“So, you’re Stella’s friend,” Nicole studied her as she slipped the phone into her pocket.

“I am, Stella’s friend.”

“Well, today’s your lucky day,” she flicked at her hair, “it’s my shout,” she glanced Mei Lin for a split second, “two free coffees coming up,” she wiped the back of her hand theatrically across her brow, “you can thank me later,” she spun around and sauntered towards the counter.

“That was nice of her,” Mei Lin remarked, “the kindness of strangers?”

“Something like that,” Evie turned her attention to Mei Lin.

She looked to be in her early twenties but with Asian women it was impossible to know for sure. Her skin was flawless and her long black hair had a lustrous sheen to it. The white blouse had a half mandarin collar and it was fastened at the top with an oval shaped brooch that had a black stone in the centre. She briefly allowed her eyes to travel the length of her torso, her breasts were on the large size but her waist was smallish. She took in the blouse once more, the sleeves were chiffon but the cuffs were silk with dual button closures. The bodice was silk with diagonal ruffles on each side that started at the shoulders and finished just above her cleavage. The buttons were arranged in an odd pattern, five set close together just above her cleavage and the other three spaced out quite far apart. Mei Lin met her gaze and Evie smiled timidly.

“Where did you buy it?”

“My maternal aunt in Singapore sends me clothes once a month,” she tugged at one of the ruffles, “this is what she sent last month.”

“It’s amazing,” Evie stared at it, “may I?”

“Sure,” Mei Lin angled to face her and arched her back slightly. Her breasts pushed against the silk material, but Evie hesitated before reaching to finger one of the ruffles.

“Silk?”

“Sateen,” she replied, “but the sleeves are chiffon.”

It felt almost wrong touching her clothes after what she’d just done last night but then a smile nudged her lips as she moved up to briefly touch the collar, which was made of thicker material. She doesn’t know I just made love to a woman.

“The collar is a polyester blend,” Mei Lin spoke up.

“It’s a beautiful blouse,” Evie withdrew her hand, “it must have cost heaps.”

“My auntie works as a buyer for an international clothing company,” she nudged her glasses, “so it didn’t cost her much at all, I think it’s part of her employee discount.”

“Is your auntie from Malaysia originally?”

“She is but she moved to Singapore for work years ago, before I was born and stayed on. I lived with her for six months.”

“So,” Evie leaned back, “do you work in town or are you just in for the day?”

“I’ve just applied to college at Melbourne uni,” she fiddled with the crucifix, “business studies, it’s a family tradition.”

“What does your father do?”

“He works in middle management at the Commonwealth and my two brothers and my sister are all in banking. Mum works at a Saint Vincent De Paul charity shop.”

“Ah so,” she leaned back and glanced at the door, “and you’re the last in line or do you have a younger sibling?”

“I’m the youngest,” she reached out and tugged at the sleeve of Evie’s blouse, “where did you buy this?”

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Mia was watching Jimmy Kimmel when Donna and her husband Jeff came thru the front door. There was a loud noise and Mia got up to see if she could help. As she rounded the corner she could see a very drunk Jeff with his arm around Donna’s neck for balance.

“It’s OK,” Donna said. “Mr Lombardi had a little too much punch at the party.” As Donna helped her alcohol challenged husband up the stairs she rolled her eyes and turned to Mia and said “Sorry, I’ll be right down.”

Mia smiled and said, “Oh, no problem, Donna take your time.”

It was awkward having to make sure Jeff didn’t fall down the stairs but Donna seemed to manage the struggle admirably as she quickly led him to their bedroom where he unceremoniously proceeded to at first to sit and then shortly crash down on top of the linen comforter Donna had bought on her last trip to Paris. For a split second she thought about the pretentious shop owner who took such great care in describing every detail of the comforter and the reasons why it was so expensive and how it would be the last duvet she would ever buy. “Wow, if that saleswoman could see me now,” Donna smiled to herself.

It was strange but looking at her husband passed out in front of her gave her a feeling of relief mixed with excitement. She did get a slight feeling of guilt as she knew the doubles she was getting for him at the party would hit him hard but she also knew that without him passed out her plan for the night would be more difficult. She was excited to start implementing it. She took Jeff’s shoes off, un-tucked his shirt and went to the closet to find a cotton blanket. “He’ll be fine,” she told herself spreading the blanket over him.

Donna went to the closet and picked out her favorite t shirt, a ribbed Henley, freshly washed and air dried. She knew the stares she got when she wore it so it was an easy decision. Walking quickly back to her master bathroom ignoring Jeff’s loud snoring she peeled the lace jersey T off and planted herself in front of her mirror. She would have to hurry as she didn’t want to keep Mia waiting too long.

She was hot and she knew it. Even at forty-two Donna was genuinely beautiful. Her blondish red hair, big green eyes, strong nose and high cheekbones were classic French Italian ancestry. Looking at herself in the mirror she quickly ran her hands through her hair pulling straight back while fumbling nervously with a big plastic hair clip. Once attached Donna turned her head side to side making sure it was in tightly enough. She was pleased with the cute bun that formed and the casually sexy look it gave her. The small pearl earrings she decided to leave in as it gave her a feeling of style and class.

She reached for her toothbrush and in her haste carelessly squeezed out too much letting the extra drip into the sink. Taking care to brush the back of her tongue as well as her inside cheeks Donna was amused at her unusual thoroughness. She looked at herself in the mirror checking for any imperfections and was happy to see none, “I’m not going to blow this!”

With her breath now fresh and teeth squeaky clean she reached around and unclasped her bra flinging it in the general direction of her built in hamper; she was on a mission and had no concerns for tidiness at this particular moment.

Her breasts were one of her biggest assets and seeing them now casually hanging off her body with nipples already semi-erect prompted a nervous giggle. A good size B cup but with a provocative teardrop shape they were neither too big nor too small. Donna pinched each puffy nipple and attained the desired result. Slipping the tight, ribbed, salmon colored Henley over her head she looked in the mirror and adjusted the fit before deciding to unbutton a few more of the mini buttons that ran down between her breasts. A smidgen of rogue should do it she thought until she inevitably reached for her lipstick making a seductive oval as she applied the second coral colored cosmetic to her face. She turned toward the door and despite her sleeping husband yelled, “I’m coming Mia, I’ll be right there!”

Looking back into the mirror she turned side to side once more and finally rubbed her lips together making sure there was an even application of lipstick and her lips looked plump and moist. It was Donna’s pet peeve that most women didn’t pay attention to their lips leaving them scaly and dry and unattractive. Looking down she broke out into a soft giggle as she noticed her nipples parting the ribs of her tight T. She checked her breath against her palm before shutting the lights off in the master bath hoping the night would go as planned.

She hurriedly walked out of the bedroom past her comatose husband towards the hallway leading to the stairs. She hesitated, straightened out her tee and took a deep breath. She was confident but nervous. Butterflies danced in her stomach. Shutting the lights off along the way she couldn’t help but think of the events leading up to this anxious filled moment.

It was August, a year ago when Donna was vacationing on the Cape bursa escort when she had her first wet dream involving someone of the same sex. It was late Friday afternoon on one of the hottest days of the year. Jeff had taken the kids back to their summer cottage in Wellfleet so she could stay on the beach and enjoy an hour or two of peace and quiet. The only reason Jeff agreed to this deal was he was golfing the next day with some of his work associates and would be gone the whole day.

The beach had a four star hotel on it with a full service bar so Donna decided a glass of wine would be perfect. She usually would wrap a towel around herself when getting refreshment but today she decided to be daring and go sans towel. At the busy outdoor bar she waited for service behind two younger women who Donna guessed to be in their twenties. It wasn’t busy yet but there was only one bartender and he was prepping the bar for the busy night to come as well as serving the end of day stragglers from the beach. Donna was intrigued by these two girls and thought they must be having a lot of fun especially being as pretty as they were. The bartender went to grab a case of beer so a disappointed Donna debated to herself whether she should just forget the refreshments and head back to her spot on the beach.

One of the girls in front of her turned back towards her and smiled and Donna’s mood all of sudden brightened. She thought it was a nice gesture but more than that it felt warm and friendly, like she was part of their crew. The two girls couldn’t have been more beautiful and standing behind them and watching them was almost a show unto itself. The music playing was a type of electronic music the younger kids loved and Donna found it amusing watching the prettier of the two girls swaying her hips and raising her arms in the air and totally getting lost in it. Donna couldn’t believe how carefree and happy she seemed.

She continued dancing and conversing with her friend in a loud enough voice Donna surmised she was drunk or close to it. As she stared at the blonde girl from the side she took special notice how her large breasts were jiggling and could plainly see the outline of her nipple in the rather flimsy bikini top. Just as Donna, half daydreaming, looked up the blonde caught her eye and raised her eyebrows and smiled as if saying, “Like what you see?”

Donna was mortified and just stood there like a deer caught in the headlights. The girl rejoined her conversation with her friend and Donna at this point just wanted to turn and run back to her spot on the beach and put her straw hat over her head. “What does she think I’m a dyke or something?” Donna asked herself.

Just then the bartender came back and served the two girls so Donna decided to stay and to quickly get her drink and escape. Besides at this point she really needed one. The blonde ordered a watermelon margarita and as she turned to pass back by Donna, Donna looked the other way. Within seconds Donna felt the blondes arm brushing up against her own and as Donna instinctively turned she was looking straight into the big blue eyes of the blonde.

She winked at Donna leaned in close and said, “Next time don’t be so shy.” With that said Donna again was speechless but luckily for her the friend came up from behind her and pushed her forward while yelling at her to, “Stop flirting with the entire pretty woman!”

Donna couldn’t help but to stare back at the blonde as her friend moved her along mostly out of shock that something as weird as this was happening but also out of a profound curiosity. Donna had seen that type of look in the blonde’s eyes before but it was usually a man’s stare she tried to avoid. It always seemed so lustful, sexual and in a way a desperate look and one that made Donna very uncomfortable. Witnessing it from a woman was a different experience and at the same times an intriguingly mysterious one. As shaken and surprised as Donna was, she was also curiously flattered to be approached like that in a bar by another woman. “Wow this is what goes on at clubs now I guess. Boy do I feel old.” Donna said to herself.

“Don’t mind her, she doesn’t get out much.” the friend said jokingly as she passed Donna. As Donna reached the bar she could see as clear as day in the mirror behind the bar the extent to which her nipples were extending beyond the fabric of her suit. She quickly folded her arms in front of herself and wondered if the blonde had seen her “headlights” and if that was the reason for her flirting.

Later that night as Donna tossed and turned in bed she decided to quietly get up and go downstairs for she knew sleep would be elusive. She went out onto the large front porch and laid on one of the wicker lounges adjusting it so she could just make out the ocean in the distance. She closed her eyes and was calmed by the continual muffled roar of the sea.

She couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened earlier at the bar. “Why was I staring at her breasts? Why did she wink at me? Why did my nipples betray me, or did escort bursa they? She couldn’t have been really interested in me…could she? I’m so much older…but I do seem to still get approached.” All questions she struggled to answer. She couldn’t get out of her mind’s eye how the blonde placed her mouth so provocatively right below her nose before telling her, “not to be so shy.” The tequila and lime were strong on her breath and Donna knew she did it on purpose. Thoughts like these went around and around in her head until finally the soft ocean breezes took their toll and Donna nodded off to sleep.

She woke up to the sound of her own voice moaning and her hand deep between her legs. She was mortified and quickly leapt out of the lounge chair and scooted off to her bed to lie beside her snoring husband.

About a month after this incident it still troubled her and she took the bold step of seeing a local psychologist. After Donna explained to the doctor that she wasn’t a lesbian and she was disgusted with the whole idea of two women together she sat back and listened to this Harvard trained professional. She didn’t say what Donna had hoped and in fact it further upset Donna and she never returned. The doctor had told her that human sexuality wasn’t a black and white thing and that she could very well have some lesbian tendencies and furthermore they were nothing to fear and totally natural. In fact she told Donna that the more she tried to suppress them the more they would struggle to surface. Donna rejected this immediately and soon suspected the doctor was probably gay and trying to recruit her for their team.

She managed to suppress her randy thoughts for a full year until her fuse was relit at her neighbors, Jenny O’Brien’s pool party. She really had not an inkling why at this time in her life these outrageous thoughts had come to her but recently they were coming into her head rapid fire, especially at night before bed. Donna felt it was because of the dearth of sexual situations she had been involved in the past few years. She hadn’t viewed a naked body in several years and although she didn’t feel she was missing out on anything her reaction informed her she had. The floodgates seemed to be slowly opening and she felt powerless to stop them.

For many years Donna ignored the fact that her relationship with her husband had turned platonic. It was no big deal she felt because she really had no desire to be with him in a sexual way. If she were truthful she would admit to never really having an initial sexual desire to be with Jeff in that way. The times being what they were and the hassle of finding a suitable mate forced Donna into her current situation and the agreement they both, although never discussed nonetheless agreed to. She would take care of the kids and the house, go with him to his company functions, provide cover for his alcoholism while he would put five thousand dollars in her separate savings account each month and not ask her questions about her spending. Donna couldn’t even remember when this “agreement” happened but day by day during the first five years of marriage it seemed to be completed.

Donna had never really had strange sexual fantasies and always tried to keep thoughts of sex out of her head as soon as they would crop up for fear of losing control, a byproduct of her strict religious upbringing.

The O’Brien’s had just hired their fourth au pair, a beautiful Swede named Mia Karlsson and decided to have a mid summer pool party at their house to celebrate. They were always looking for reasons to celebrate. And well they should as they were a funny, young, good looking couple that enjoyed a good party. Donna knew that the source of their money was Jenny’s parents but that was no matter to her as they seemed like a well adjusted happy family regardless.

Donna showed up early to help get things ready while Jenny readied the d’oeuvres and attended to drinks. The neighborhood men had all decided to shoot a round of golf so it was anybody’s guess when they would show up. It was a lighter turn out than usual as most families in the neighborhood were at their respective beach houses on the cape. Most of the neighborhood women stayed inside enjoying the cool air conditioning on what up to that point was the hottest day of the summer.

She sat down at a table by the pool and she was quickly joined by Laura Miller. Laura was a stuck up, dowdy, conservative “family values” housewife who annoyed her to no end. She incessantly talked about how the United States had lost its direction and really needed to start re focusing on what made it successful in the first place. She felt the moral fiber of the country was being torn in half and that immigrants were infiltrating into every nook of society. “Does anyone speak English anymore,” was her usual screed.

Just as Donna’s eyes were glazing over with the numbing barrage of shallow critique, Jenny came out the back door with a tray of cold cuts followed by two young women.

“Hey, Donna and Laura” said Jenny, “I’d bursa escort bayan like to introduce you guys to Mia, our new au pair, and her friend Camilla who is also from Sweden. Camilla is working for a family over in Newton. Is that right Camilla?”

“Yeah, I’m over by what I think you call the four corners area.”

As Donna looked up she was startled by the gorgeous Swede and like a cliché from a tired old movie proceeded to spill a not small quantity of wine all over her lap. She recovered quickly before anyone even noticed, turned to Mia and with a big smile said, “Well…err…ah…welcome to America girls.”

She turned beat red at the trite and goofy stuttered welcome but nonetheless her eyes stayed laser focused on Mia and her million dollar smile. Donna was struck by the radiant blonde as she had all the attributes someone would think of when picturing a young Swedish beauty. Donna couldn’t help but to stare and was immediately transfixed by the young girl to the point where it visibly heightened her somber mood.

As Jenny turned to go back to the party inside Mia said to Donna, “Do you mind if we put our things here while we swim?”

Laura Miller looked away from the girls and somewhat curtly nodded her head. Donna was surprised at Laura’s cold tone but chalked it up to jealousy as the two girls were young and full of life two attributes Laura never seemed in possession of. Donna warmly smiled at them and said, “As long as you don’t mind being seen with two old bats!” She immediately regretted saying this but the girls returned the warm smile and Donna could tell they probably didn’t understand what she had said anyway.

As pretty as Mia was her friend Camilla was rather plain and overweight so Donnas gaze quickly landed on Mia again. Donna couldn’t stop staring at her especially as they took their hooded French terry robes off and dropped them on the vacant seat. Donna almost dropped her wine glass again.

She was speechless and even though Laura Miller had just asked her a question she could only stare at the skimpy suit Mia wore. It was a turquoise bikini with a triangle top that barely covered her nipples and a bottom that exhibited fully half of her ass perfectly.

Mia had the tell tale blonde Swedish look with piercing blue eyes. Donna hadn’t been exposed to an attractive naked or a near naked body since her “situation” on the cape the previous year. At the gym she was always too nervous and embarrassed by not just her own nakedness but other women’s as well. She always ran out of the club as if in a sudden rush at the end of her elliptical training so she could avoid the over crowded locker room. The sudden exposure to and proximity to Mia and her provocative bikini was a shock to her system, a shock that had brought new life to her.

The baby oil they started lathering on themselves was almost too much. The fragile strings on each side of Mia’s bottom dangled in the summer breeze and Donna was staring intently to see if by some strange stroke of luck it would come undone, leaving Mia exposed and vulnerable.

Summoning the guts to speak Donna said, “You know you really should be careful with the baby oil because there is no protection in it and I think the sun might be stronger here than in Sweden.”

An appreciative Mia smiled at Donna and said, “Oh, ya know I didn’t even think of that, thanks Mrs. Lombardi.”

Laura Miller was obviously annoyed and even shocked by the girl’s state of undress. The fact that Mia had a growth of blonde hair under her arms didn’t help her state of mind. She took one good look and said, “Oh no girls, no…Not today you’re not” and stormed off to find the host Jenny O’Brien. The girls weren’t sure if she was talking to them so they just gave each other a quizzical look and then they looked at Donna for an explanation and although Donna knew exactly what Laura was up to she shrugged her shoulders as if she didn’t and secretly hoped for the show to continue.

The two girls were soon daring one another to jump in. As they playfully pushed each other Mia’s legs bumped into Donna’s sending a shiver of excitement through her semi-frigid body. As Mia turned and apologized Donna feeling more comfortable in the situation smiled a warm smile and reached out gently caressing Mia’s waist and said, “Oh, no problem you girls have fun!” She left her hand on Mia’s waist and couldn’t seem to retrieve it back. Donna was being the boldest she had ever been in her life and she couldn’t believe she was doing to Mia what so many horny men had done to her. Mia took it as just a friendly gesture from a nice American but she would be shocked if she knew how friendly. As Mia moved away Donna’s hand dropped like a shot fowl.

Donna was nervous and embarrassed about her newfound aggressiveness but also excited and anxious about pursuing something recently so forbidden to her.

As the girls teased each and as Mia maneuvered to avoid Camella’s reach she used the sitting Donna as a foil. As such Donna had a close up look as Mia’s ass cheeks jiggled to and fro. Looking first at her breasts and then slowly down the length of her flat stomach Donna scanned the picture into her memory. Although their horseplay was somewhat immature Donna enjoyed witnessing it and in fact hoped it wouldn’t end.

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Summary: Submissive slut is literally trained to be a good loyal pet.

Note: This is dedicated to the real Johnathan and Elizabeth who inspired the story. The entire back story is based on real events…the plotlines are real fantasies of the lovely couple.

Note 2: This is part four of a multi-chaptered story:

In part one, Dominican Slut: Ass Slut, Elizabeth, a proud Dominican teenager determined to overcome stereotypes, gets seduced by a white college man and becomes his personal cocksucker and ass slut.

In part two, Dominican Slut: Blackmailed, the story flashes ahead twelve years, where Elizabeth, now married, with two kids and working as a very successful accountant has indeed broken the cycle of generations of family members working in menial jobs. Yet, one mistake from college comes back to haunt her and she is drawn back into the world of white dominance as she is blackmailed into submission.

In part three, Dominican Slut: Cunt Muncher, Elizabeth’s Jewish bitch boss learns of her submissive slut past and present and reassigns her new job duties as the firm’s CUM BUCKET…where she proceeds to taste pussy for the first, second and third time.

Note 3: Thanks to goamz86, Robert, and Wayne for editing.

Warning: Like my novella ‘Deconstructing the Professor’, this story will use racially inappropriate words to create the vivid, authentic race based story that has been requested. If words like ‘nigger’, ‘spic’, ‘puta’, ‘gringa’, ‘culo’, ‘tetas’, and ‘coño’, offend you, please don’t read further.

Glossary:

I am a Canadian writing a story about a Dominican using a variety of Spanish terms. So, although I think I do a good job of explaining the Spanish words I use during the heat of the moment, here is a brief advance glossary:

Puta: whore

Gringa: whore – a term used by Dominicans for Americanized Dominicans

Culo: ass

Chula: cute or sexy

Tetas: tits

Coño: fuck

PS: If any of these are used incorrectly, I apologize in advance. Urban Dictionary and Google Translate were my main sources.

HUMILIATED PET

To remind you of exactly where we left off:

I got an e-mail from Ms. Goldstein:

Cum Bucket,

You will be in my office at eleven-thirty. You will be on your knees and waiting for me. Apparently, according to the video, you used the Sybian without permission.

Of course, cum buckets only get to come when given permission by their superiors. A submissive spic like you should know that already.

You are NOT to come again!

You will be punished when I return.

Now get to work, the Plasterton account needs to be done before you leave today.

PS: Your new job title is CUM BUCKET and other duties as ASSigned.

I read the e-mail a few times, stared at my new job title and sighed…just two words and that pretty much answered who I was, what I was and what the hell was going to happen next.

Eventually….

I worked for the next hour and a half without interruption, although I constantly looked towards the door, expecting someone to come in and use me. I was both relieved and disappointed each time there was no one at the door, as I couldn’t help but look forward to a cock or cunt to serve.

I tried to work and yet it was tough because I was an emotional mess, my two personas (proud Dominican and submissive cum bucket) each battling inside for control.

I wanted to just get up and leave. I wanted to just walk out the door. I wanted to just quit my job and start over. I wanted to reclaim my proud feminist past, one that had overcome so much to get to the position of power I had held just a couple of weeks ago.

I also wanted to go back on the Sybian. I wanted to fuck myself with that wall cock. I wanted to taste another pussy, I wanted to be degraded and used. I wanted big white cock: in my mouth, my ass, my cunt.

I…WAS…A…MESS.

I eventually did, somehow, get some work done. Although nowhere near as much as I usually would in the same time frame. Anxiety, sexual hunger and a dildo deep in one’s cunt can really be counter-productive.

At 11:25, not wanting to be late, I made my way back to Ms. Goldstein’s office.

I kept my head down the whole way there, not making eye contact with the few people I passed. I didn’t know if everyone knew, or just a few, but I was too ashamed to look any of my fellow co-workers or our secretaries in the eyes.

Reaching Ms. Goldstein’s office, Alannah nodded, “Just bursa escort go in,” as she typed on her computer.

She gave me no hint of what I had done to her just a couple hours ago. I walked in expecting to find Ms. Goldstein at her desk, but the office was empty.

Recalling the instructions, I lowered myself onto my knees and waited…and waited…and waited.

It was after 12:30, my knees aching and yet somehow not wanting to disobey, assuming there was a camera in here if there was one in my new office, when the door finally opened.

Unfortunately, it was actually Candace, my secretary, carrying a small paper bag. Oddly, my first feeling was one of disappointment. I knew whatever Ms. Goldstein had in store for me was going to be humiliating and yet I couldn’t help but look forward to it. My second feeling was shame compounding shame as my sweet secretary saw me in this humiliating position.

She asked, “Are you hungry?”

My stomach was rumbling as I realized that other than pussy, I hadn’t eaten a single thing. “Yes, I’m famished.”

“I brought you your favorite sandwich from Walker’s,” she said, handing it to me.

“Thank you, you’re a life saver.” I replied, quickly opening up the bag and taking a bite.

“Can I ask you something?” she asked, looking down at me.

“Of course,” I nodded.

“Why do you let this happen?” she asked.

“It’s a long, twisted story,” I replied.

“You are a strong-willed woman, Mrs. Phillips,” she pointed out.

“I thought so too,” I replied, feeling even greater shame at the fact that my secretary still saw me only as a strong-willed, hardworking feminist.

I could see the complete shock in her eyes.

“Why don’t you just leave?” she asked.

“It’s not that simple,” I answered, even though it could be. Just stand up and leave; just stand up and regain my dignity; just stand up and reclaim my Dominican pride.

Yet…

I didn’t stand up.

I remained on my knees.

Shame compounding shame.

When suddenly the door opened and Ms. Goldstein asked, “What are you doing in my office, Ms. Jones?”

Candace stammered, “I-I-I was just making sure Mrs. Phillips had lunch.”

“Oh, I plan to make sure she is well fed,” my boss quipped, her play on words obvious.

I didn’t say anything, just remained kneeling like the submissive I was.

“Actually, I imagine our pet cum bucket would love to eat your pussy right now, wouldn’t you, Mrs. Phillips?” she asked me, her tone as she spoke my married name a clear statement – a reminder of who I really was – a cheating wife.

I didn’t look up at my sweet twenty-two year old secretary as I answered, embarrassed to be admitting it, “Yes, I’d love that.”

“What would you love?” Ms. Goldstein asked, “Be clear.”

Shame compounding shame compounding shame, I answered, “I’d love to eat Candace’s cunt.”

A gasp came from my shy southern secretary.

Ms. Goldstein asked, looking at Candace, “Do you want our spic cum bucket to lick your cunt?”

“N-n-no,” she stammered, looking completely uncomfortable.

“Let me reword this,” Ms. Goldstein said, “Candace, let our cum bucket lick your white cunt or I will spank her in front of you.”

Candace looked down at me, clearly uncomfortable with what was happening.

After a silent pause, Ms. Goldstein ordered, “Spic whore, crawl to my desk, stand up and bend over.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I nodded, immediately crawling to her desk, standing up and bending over her desk.

“Candace, take a seat on the couch,” my Mistress ordered.

“Please, ma’am, this is making me very uncomfortable,” Candace replied.

“Now!” Mrs. Goldstein ordered.

Candace obeyed, clearly not used to such depravity coming from the far south and yet just as clearly scared of her dominant bitch boss.

Mrs. Goldstein walked over to me, pulled down my skirt, and without warning spanked my ass hard.

“Aaaaaaah,” I screamed, surprised by both the sudden slap and the searing pain.

“With each slap you will tell me what you are and what you want,” Ms. Goldstein ordered, enjoying humiliating me in front of the one person left in the building who respected me.

“Yes, Mistress,” I agreed, although I wasn’t looking forward to another spank.

SLAP!

“I’m a dirty spic cunt craving whore,” I declared.

SLAP!

“I’m a cock craving cum slut who wants to suck every employee here,” I declared, which once I said it, was suddenly an appealing idea.

SLAP!

As the pain burned through me, my cunt leaked slightly from the humiliation, “I’m a Dominican cum bucket for white cunt and cock.”

SLAP!

“I’m a three-hole puta who especially loves a big white cock filling my asshole with his dominant seed,” I declared, my ass immediately feeling empty and indeed craving big white cock.

“Please stop,” Candace finally whispered.

“Then let our cum bucket taste your cum,” Ms. Goldstein said.

“But I’m bursa escort bayan not gay,” Candace answered.

“Neither am I,” Ms. Goldstein replied, “but you’re not the one munching cunt, you’re just getting your cunt munched.”

I begged, my ass burning and tears streaming down my face, “Please Candace, let me eat your sweet white cunt.”

Candace stood up and scurried out of the office and my heart sank. My weakness, my submission had had a negative impact on someone I liked.

“Well, that didn’t go as expected,” Ms. Goldstein shrugged, as she sat down at her desk.

I remained bent over, as she ignored me and typed on her computer. I couldn’t see the screen from my position, so I had no idea what she was doing.

After fifteen minutes of excruciating silence, she asked, “Do you want to eat my cunt?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I admitted, actually very curious what she tasted like.

“And my ass?” she continued.

“Yes, Mistress,” I nodded, although that was something I had never done.

She ordered, “Crawl under my desk, slut.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I nodded, undeniably excited to taste her.

Once under her desk, she ordered, “Kneel on all fours.”

I did, expecting to eat her cunt.

Instead, she put her stocking-clad feet on my shoulders and remained working.

Shame burned through me as I had suddenly become her foot stool which was somehow way more humiliating than eating her cunt or even her ass. She saw me as no more significant than furniture. Anger and shame burned through me at her complete contempt of who I was as a person. Yet, in many ways I knew I brought this on myself by being so weak back in high school to Vaughn, again in college in my one wild moment, and in not standing up to Bryce when he first blackmailed me.

I don’t know how long I was a foot rest, over an hour, before she ordered, “Massage my feet, spic.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, my cunt immediately getting wet at the name calling yet again. I spent the next lengthy amount of time massaging each of her feet, focusing on each nylon-clad toe, each ankle and calf.

My knees were sore, my hands cramping, when she finally opened her legs and ordered, “Get licking.”

The opportunity to change positions, even if still on my knees, was a breath of fresh air. I moved between her legs, to her shaved pussy and began licking. As much as I hated to admit it, her pussy tasted amazing. It may have been because I was completely famished, but I eagerly lapped her cunt.

“That’s it, Elizabeth, I think I finally found something you are actually good at,” she moaned.

I hated her view of my lack of worth towards the company, yet I didn’t say anything to defend myself, instead I continued my submissive duties.

She rolled her chair back, looked down at me and smiled as she asked, “Are you happy with your new job duties?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I nodded, shame at admitting this coursing through me.

“And you want to eat my white cunt right now?” she asked, her phone now pointing directly at me.

I was staring at the phone knowing I was already way too deep in this submissive blackmail to stand up for myself. “Yes,” I whispered.

“Say it with pride,” she ordered.

“Yes, I want to eat your beautiful white cunt,” I admitted, looking down at it and meaning the words I was saying.

“Beg, bitch,” she demanded, still holding the camera at me.

Wanting to bury my face back in her cunt, I begged, “Please Mistress, let your lesbiana puta lick your beautiful, superior, white pussy perfection.”

“What’s puta?” she asked.

“It means whore in Spanish,” I answered.

“Eat away, puta,” she nodded.

The offer given, I dove into her wetness, craving pussy juice. I lapped with insatiable lust wanting to get her off and taste the full flood of her nectar.

“You really love munching white cunt, don’t you?” she asked.

“So much,” I admitted, while continuing to lick.

“What about your husband?” she asked, lifting my head back up, her juice on my lips.

“He knows of my weakness,” I admitted.

“What weakness is that?” she asked.

“I’m submissive and unable to resist white cock,” I answered.

“What about white pussy?” she questioned.

“That is new,” I admitted.

“Are you unable to resist white cunt too?” she asked, a wide smirk on her face.

“So it seems,” I nodded, licking her wetness on my lips.

“Would your husband be okay with this?” she questioned.

“He’d understand,” I answered, believing he would, although I had never cheated on him… we had avoided our weaknesses by living our sexual, submissive, racial fantasies through each other… until this past two weeks.

“Would he?” she asked, raising her eyebrow.

“I hope so,” I said, not as confident as I would like to be in my answer.

“Well, that is a conversation for another time,” she shrugged. “Get back to work, puma.”

I corrected her, “It’s puta.”

“Never correct me,” escort bursa she glared.

“Sorry, Mistress,” I apologized, her ability to turn to angry in a heartbeat scary as hell.

“Now get back to work, you dumb spic,” she ordered, grabbing my hair and roughly shoving my face in her cunt.

I resumed licking, my head spinning with how Johnathan would react if he learned of my submission. Would he understand? Would he be furious? Would he be supportive? Realizing I could not only lose my career, but my marriage as well (which should have been obvious the moment Bryce first blackmailed me), my heart sank.

“We really have found your area of expertise at the firm,” she moaned, holding the back of my head. “Cock sucking and cunt munching.”

I winced at the simplicity of how she saw me, yet based on her treatment of me, right from when she first met me, it shouldn’t have come as any surprise.

I kept licking, wanting to get her off and try to figure a way out of my current predicament.

She began grinding her cunt on my face and moments later my face was again coated with pussy wetness. My mind immediately shut off again as I hungrily lapped up the intoxicating, addicting pussy juice.

I continued lapping until she pushed my head away and ordered, “Go lick and sniff my pumps, puppy slut.”

Being referred to as a puppy was just another layer of humiliation adding onto the plethora of layers that had already been thrown at me. Like all the others, being called a dog, being treated like a pet, only added to my desire to obey.

I craved humiliation in the same way a smoker craves nicotine or a drug addict craves the high… putting it in such simplistic terms sent a shudder up my spine as I moved to the black pumps. Even as I buried my nose in her high heel, even as I extended my tongue to lick, I pondered my addiction. In my simile, comparing my addiction to smokers or drug addicts, they were unhealthy cravings and bad for you… even though each made the body and mind feel better when taken.

I knew I needed to stop.

I knew I needed to save myself from the downward spiral I was currently in.

I knew I needed to protect my marriage… to protect my husband from entering into a similar freefall.

Yet, I didn’t know how.

I sniffed and licked her other pump, my head contemplating the full spectrum of my submissive plight. I could have faked licking her shoe, yet I didn’t. I felt compelled to obey, regardless of how menial, how humiliating the task.

“Are you horny, puppy slut?” she asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” I nodded, the thought of my plight fading immediately as the idea I may be allowed to come was suggested.

“Crawl to the middle of my office and get yourself off,” she ordered.

“Thank you, Mistress,” I nodded, quickly crawling from out of my submissive desk cave and to the open room.

I moved onto my ass and back, very thankful to be off my aching knees, and put my hand to my fevered cunt.

“Take off your blouse so I can see those fat udders, Lizzy cow,” she ordered.

Another insulting animal reference sent another chill through me.

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, unbuttoning my blouse and tossing it aside.

“The bra too,” she ordered, before adding, “Cows don’t wear bras, they let their udders droop free.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I nodded, my 38DD breasts being quite large and, without a bra, a major distraction.

I took off the bra and she said, “Holy shit, those are some big udders.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” I replied.

“Back on all fours,” she ordered.

I obeyed.

“Shit, those udders almost hit the floor,” she said, walking over to me. She bent down and slapped my tits, which jiggled and swayed. “Fuck, I can only imagine what these udders looked like when you were breast feeding.”

“I was a double E, Mistress,” I answered, remembering how much my back ached for the whole year I breast fed both times.

“Between your huge cow udders, your rhinoceros ass and your dog like loyalty you really are an animal hybrid,” she accused, slapping my ass again.

I didn’t respond this time, being compared to a cow, rhinoceros and dog being the most humiliating moment of my life and yet wetness leaked out of my cunt.

“Moo like a cow for me,” she ordered, as she reached down and pulled my nipple.

I yelped when she roughly yanked my nipple, but I obeyed, my face burning again with shame and lust, “Mooooooooooo.”

“Shit, I don’t know what a rhino sounds like, now trumpet like an elephant, your ass is as wide as one anyway,” she ordered, adding another insulting animal comparison to me.

I’m not sure why, but as I obeyed, making a strange elephant sound, I even lifted my right arm up in the air as if it was a trunk. The sound is impossible to replicate in print, but I sounded absurd.

“On your knees and beg like a puppy,” she demanded.

I moved onto my knees, lifted my arms up and bent over my wrists and pouted like a newborn puppy.

“Fucking hilarious,” she roared, looking down at me.

I just remained stoic in my submissive pet position.

“Bark for me,” she ordered.

“Woof,” I barked, shame continuing to course through me.

“Now whine like a puppy,” she ordered.

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