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Sigh. Another Christmas alone. It was almost too much to bear. I looked at the little tree that I had put up, more out of tradition than any holiday spirit I felt and my mood sank even darker. This sucks. I was sitting in my easy chair, gazing at the fire that I had started, sipping homemade eggnog and listening to the sound of the fire crackle. My mother had called earlier just to check on me and tell me that I still didn’t have a boyfriend. I jokingly said that I asked Santa for one but had been too much of a naughty girl for him to visit my house. I thought it was funny. She didn’t. So, here I was. Eating the butter cookies that mom had sent me and feeling sorry for myself.

WHUMP! Holy Shit! What the hell was that? I must have dozed off in the chair because a loud “thump” startled me awake. I looked at the fireplace and saw this red bag laying on the floor but what really caught my eyes was this pair of legs sticking out of the chimney. Her feet were encased in a cute pair of boots with four inch heels trimmed with white fur. My gaze traveled up the bare legs to a red and white lacy teddy pulled so tight through her crotch that I could make out her pussy lips framing the cloth. “That’s it! Next year, I’m walking in the fucking front door. None of this sliding down the chimney shit like he does.” the woman said to herself. She less than gracefully maneuvered her way out of the fireplace and began brushing the soot off of her body. I sat there gawking at this absolutely stunning woman standing before me. Her tits were practically spilling out of the teddy and I could make out the dark of her areolas. Her nipples were so hard, they were threatening to tear holes in the lace. Shoulder length hair, so blonde it was nearly white, framed a supermodel’s face and she was wearing a Santa hat with the name “Kristi” spelled out in glitter. I felt blood rushing to my face and other parts of my body as I thought of something to say.

“Oh great! Eggnog.” she said, spotting the half emptied pitcher sitting next to me on the end table. “Do you mind?” I mutely shook my head no, my brain still trying in vain to make sense of what was happening.

“Um…who bursa escort are you?” was all I could come up with.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry. Kristi Kringle and it’s a pleasure to meet you Bridgette.” She reached out her hand and I took it, expecting a handshake but instead, she brought it to her lips and delicately kissed my fingers. I felt an electric charge go right to my pussy when her ruby lips touched my hand. I involuntarily squirmed in my chair which brought a smile to her face as if she knew what effect she was having on me. She released my hand, walked over to the bag on the floor and began to rummage through it.

“May I help you?” I was still trying to come up with something to say but the combination of shock, being woken up, and a little too much eggnog still left me a bit incoherent.

“No, but I sure as hell can help you.” came her reply. Standing up she turned to face me, her hands on her hips. “Listen. Here’s the deal. Every year, I perv the naughty list looking for a little lezzy slut in super need of some Christmas spirit and this year, it’s you. Congratulations.” She turned back to the bag and began going through it again. I could hear several different hums emanating from inside it and my pussy began to leak juices on its own accord.

“Hey wait! I’m not a lesbian!” I said as her words finally broke through the fog. She just looked over her shoulder at me and snorted, not even deeming my statement worthy of a reply. Then she let out a “YES!” as her hand grabbed whatever she was looking for. Standing up, Kristi held out the biggest dildo that I had ever personally seen. It was red and white, striped like a candy cane and was attached to a leather harness. She kicked off her heels and began to remove her teddy.

“Look. My brother may be a fat, judgmental bastard but he knows who’s been naughty or nice. So if he says that you are a closet lesbian sitting at your computer at night, watching girl on girl porn and reading bdsm erotica, I trust him. Okay?” I mutely nodded as I watched her begin to buckle the harness to her crotch. Oh wow! She shaves. I just caught a glimpse of her bald vagina right before the escort bursa leather covered it. She walked over to where I was still sitting, the dildo bobbing up and down with each step, and held out her hand. I took it and she pulled me up out of the chair. Her gaze went to my pajama bottoms and a little giggle escaped her lips when she saw the large damp spot that was there. I blushed and closed my eyes in embarrassment as she led me to the bedroom. Turning to face me, Kristi took my face in her hands and gave me the most passionate kiss I had ever received. My knees went weak and I had to embrace her or I would have collapsed. She pulled back and smiled as she began to unbutton my top. Exposing my breasts with the last button undone, her hands reached up and started to expertly massage my tits, tweaking my nipples with her fingers. Kristi leaned in again for another kiss and our tongues began to wrestle as she let go of my tits. Her hands went to the waistband of my bottoms and pushed them down over the swell of my ass. Gravity did the rest and I kicked off the pants to where she had tossed my top.

Kristi gently lowered me to my bed and began rubbing her hands all over my naked body. Everywhere she touched, goosebumps arose from my skin. Spreading my legs apart, she climbed up on the bed and lowered her face to my pussy. Oh shit did this lady know how to eat a girl out! Her tongue and fingers quickly and skillfully brought me off to several quick climaxes. I was writhing on the bed, my brain not even thinking about how freaky this all was. I was all about the pleasure Kristi was giving me. She stopped eating me and began to lick her way up my body. Briefly pausing to dip her tongue in my navel, she trailed up to my breasts. Starting with the right one, Kristi sucked and nibbled on my nipple getting it even harder than it had been. Then she move to the left one. My nipples were so hard at that point, they were aching, the blood rushing through them pounding with the beats of my heart. All this time, her fingers were playing with the folds of my vagina, lightly teasing my clit and pushing into my hole only to pull back out after she brushed bursa escort bayan my g spot. I was nearing another orgasm when she took her hand away. I moaned in frustration and she swatted my hip. “Hey, little girl! No pouting.” I opened my eyes in surprise to see Kristi looking down at me in mock sternness but I could see the twinkle of merriment in her gaze. She leaned in to kiss me again, letting me faintly taste myself on her lips when I felt the tip of that monster dildo press against my pussy hole.

I knew that there was no way in hell that the whole thing would fit in me but Kristi just started thrusting her hips. Little by little, with each thrust, the strap on disappeared into my body until I felt the leather of the harness touching my body. Holy hell! I had never been so filled in my life. I could feel every detail of the dildo as my pussy clenched it tightly. Kristi began to pull it out to only where the head was still in me but reversed course and pushed again. Starting a rhythm of pushing and pulling, she began to fuck me like a porn star pro. Her tits were mashed against mine, our nipples rubbing together with every thrust of her body. I wrapped my legs around her and lifted my ass off the bed to get her as deep into me as was possible. I felt the stirrings of a massive orgasm brewing deep in me. My nostrils flared trying to get in as much oxygen as possible as I then let out this massive scream. I clenched down as the orgasm ripped through my body. Still Kristi pumped into me, never stopping or even slowing down. Another wave hit me and then even another one when that one subsided. I saw stars in my eyes as I blacked out from all of the pleasure she was giving me. The last thing I remember before succumbing to the darkness was her whispering “Merry Christmas” in my ear.

I woke up in my bed, dressed in my pajamas. Oh shit, what a dream I had. I have to stop perving LitErotica right before going to sleep, I thought to myself as I made my way to the kitchen to pour myself a cup of coffee. Prepping the fireplace, I got a merry little fire started before sitting down in my favorite chair. That’s when I noticed the package. It was wrapped in red with a white lace bow. Curiosity got the better of me and I quickly tore it open. In the box was the red and white dildo. My mouth fell open as I read the card attached. Thanks for the eggnog and the wonderful time. Love Kristi.

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Saturday morning sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains. Lisa rolled over and reached out for Judy. Her hand found only empty sheets. As ever her lover was up and about. Lisa wished she’d stay in bed awhile. Sometimes the early morning cuddles were the best. She rolled over and winced as the bruises on her buttocks reminded her of how extreme last night had been. She smiled to herself, she’d passed the test, she was now officially Judy’s. Reaching to her throat she fingered the collar that was still there. Last night, while they were undressing, Lisa had spent some time in front of the mirror. She loved the feel of it; she loved the look of it against her neck. White was so much more feminine than the dark brown or black of Christine and Sally’s collars. Wearing it made her feel like a little girl, Judy’s little girl. Drowsy and still half asleep she was just rolling over for five more minutes when Judy appeared at the door with a breakfast tray.

“Good morning, sleepyhead. How are you today? How’s that pretty little bottom of yours?” Accepting a cup of coffee and a plate of toast Lisa scooted over to make room for Judy to get in beside her. Over breakfast they discussed plans for the day, shops they needed to visit, places they needed to go.

“Enough chat. It’s time for action.” Judy wiped away the last few toast crumbs with a serviette and got out of bed. “Come on, it’s shower time. Let me get that collar and chain off you.”

“Judy?”

“Yes, pet.”

“Can I keep the chain?” Lisa played with the medallion that hung from her waist.

“If you want. Here’s the key.”

“No, I don’t mean like that. I’d like to keep it on me, always.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’ve thought it through. I can tuck the end in my knickers when we’re not playing. Nobody but you and I would know. Please, I really want to.”

“I’d be delighted if you kept it.” Judy got back onto the bed and kissed Lisa, long and hard. “You’re my very special girl. I love you lots and lots and I’m honoured that you want to wear my chain. Thank you. But we had better remove that collar. Much as I think you look sweet with it on, it would raise a few eyebrows around town.”

Judy gave Lisa one last kiss and unlocked the collar. She took it to her dressing table and put it away. The key to the padlock that held Lisa’s chain glinted in her hand. She was just about to put it in her jewellery box when a thought struck her. If Lisa was keeping the chain then the key should stay with her. She threaded it onto her key ring. It looked a bit out of place beside her house keys but that was fine. It was her half of the bargain and she’d carry it always. As she got up from the dressing table she noticed Lisa still under the covers.

“Come on, lazy bones! Up and at em! If you don’t hurry you’ll be showering alone.” Lisa couldn’t ignore a threat like that so she jumped out of bed and followed Judy into the en suite.

A week or so later Lisa and Judy were spending the evening in front of the television when the phone went. Judy answered it but soon passed it over to Lisa.

“Hello … Hi! Babes! Wow! How are you? … Yes, I got the job and I’m settled here in Bristol … When? Next weekend? Hang on a min. I’ll just check.” Lisa turned to Judy.

“It’s Abebi, a friend of mine from college. She’s visiting Bristol next weekend, can she come and stay? Please?”

“Of course, it will be nice to meet some of your friends for a change. We can put her in the spare room.”

“Babes, it’s fine. I’ll give you the address.” Lisa finalised arrangements and put the phone down. “Wow! I haven’t seen Babes since we graduated. She’s living in Cambridge now doing post-graduate work. She always was a bit of a swot. I’m really looking forward to seeing her.”

“Abebi, that’s an interesting name. Where does she get it from?”

“Oh her family is from Ghana. They emigrated here in the sixties. I just call her Babes.”

“So I gathered. Lisa?” Judy was suddenly serious, “how much do you want her to know? About us I mean. I realise she’s your friend and all, but coming out isn’t always easy. If you want to keep our relationship quiet I’ll understand. I can be a landlady for the weekend.”

Lisa was dumbstruck. She hadn’t thought of that. On the one hand she had never kept any secrets from Babes, they’d been close all through three years of college. It would also be almost a betrayal of Judy, to deny their love, to hide it away. On the other hand she wasn’t sure what Babes would think. Sure, she was pretty open-minded but this was major. Lisa was racked by indecision.

“Can we just play it by ear? I mean, I really don’t know. I’m not sure what I want to do.”

“Of course we can. Come here.” Lisa came over and, led by Judy, snuggled down on her lap. “Coming out is a big step, even to your closest friends. I do understand, after all, I’ve been there myself.”

Lisa rested her head on Judy’s shoulder as Judy stroked her hair. This felt so right, so natural, so easy that it would be wrong to deny it, but what if Abebi didn’t understand? What if it ruined their friendship? bursa escort What if… What if…

“We’ll have to make the bed up in your old room as well. That way all the options are open.” As ever Judy was being practical. Lisa thought about sleeping alone again. She’d got used to having Judy’s body next to hers, to having kisses and cuddles on tap. When a recent business trip had kept Judy away for the night the bed had felt empty and lonely. Still, she’d have to take it one day at a time.

Abebi was due to arrive on Saturday morning. The night before Judy and Lisa had gone to Charlotte’s and Lisa, having lost the ‘lottery’, had received twelve strokes of the cane from Sally, who had won. However, she was used to getting up on Saturday morning with marks from the night before and thought nothing of it. Similarly tucking the medallion in her panties was becoming second nature to her, an everyday part of getting dressed. After all she only let it hang when Judy demanded it.

Around eleven a taxi pulled up outside and Abebi got out. Judy watched from the study window as Lisa, who had been waiting and watching, rushed down the drive to meet her. Abebi was tall and slim with dark ebony skin. She was wearing a short skirt and a tight tee shirt that showed off her figure. It was Judy’s turn to feel a stab of jealousy. What would Lisa want with an old bat like her when she had such beautiful friends of her own age? She went out into the hall to greet her guest.

Over a light lunch the three women chatted together, or at least Lisa and Abebi did. Judy could hardly get a word in edgeways and felt left out as the two girls discussed plans for the afternoon.

“Come on, Lisa, a big town like this must have plenty of good arcades. I need a new top. Let’s shop till we drop.”

Judy offered to drive them into town but declined to come with them. “Two’s company,” she said ruefully. “You pair go and shop. I’ve got plenty to do on my own.”

Lisa had forgotten how much fun it was shopping with Babes. Shoes, skirts, dresses, tops, everything was considered and usually discarded. Eventually Abebi found a top she liked, but on the way to the changing room grabbed a dress off the racks.

“Come on, Lisa, try this on. It will look great on you.”

The two of them crammed into the cubicle. As Abebi peeled off her tee shirt Lisa was reminded just how beautiful her breasts were. Not large, but high and firm. Too soon Abebi pulled the new top over her head.

“What do you think? Not bad, eh?”

“You look great, but practically anything looks good on you.”

“Umm, flattery will get you everywhere.” Abebi purred. “Come on, try that dress on.”

Lisa undid the top of her jeans and started to push them down. As she bent forward she was giving Abebi a full view of her bottom.

“Sheesh, girl! What happened here?”

Too late Lisa realised the skimpy cotton briefs she had on would do little to cover the marks Sally had left on her. Flustered she stood back up.

“Look, it’s a long story, not here, I’ll tell you when we get back. Ok?”

“Looks nasty. How on earth did that happen?”

“Please, when we get home. I promise I’ll tell you then.”

“You better had, girl, I want the full story.”

“I promise, when we get home, Ok?”

This threw a bit of a cloud over the rest of the shopping. Lisa was too nervous about what she was going to tell Abebi to relax and enjoy it. Abebi was concerned about what, or who, had been hurting her friend. The secret stood between them like a wall, the intimacy had gone. They only went to a couple more shops before they had had enough so they caught the bus back to Judy’s.

When they arrived they went up to Lisa’s room. Dumping her bags on the floor Abebi threw herself on the bed.

“Come on, girl, we’re home now, what’s the story? I can tell when you’re hiding something.”

Lisa just stood there. She was tired of lying, she had to tell someone and if she trusted anyone apart from Judy it would have to be Abebi.

“It’s Judy.” She said at last.

“Judy did that to you?”

“Yes, well no, look, it’s difficult…” Oh well, Lisa thought to herself, it’s now or never. “Judy and I are lovers.”

“She’s your lover and she does that to you? I don’t understand.”

“Please, just listen and I’ll try and explain.” Lisa lay down on the bed beside Abebi. Slowly at first, but with building confidence as she got into the story, Lisa told her nearly everything. She explained that playtime was playtime but otherwise Judy was kind and gentle. How much they cared for each other and how Judy may cane her but it was completely consensual. Despite her openness she still wasn’t ready to explain that it had been Sally, not Judy who had left the marks.

“So, are you shocked? She said at last.

“Shocked! I’m amazed! Three long years I tried to get into those cute little panties of yours but Miss Prim and Proper wasn’t having any. You move down here and within six months you’re involved in a full-blown affair with another woman with plenty of S and M on the side. What’s up, girl? Wasn’t bursa escort bayan I good enough for you?”

“Oh, Babes. I never realised you felt that way. I thought we were just friends. You should have told me you wanted me like that.” She lay down on the bed next to Abebi and kissed her gently. “Please say we’re still friends.”

“Of course, silly. If you’re happy with her then that’s good enough for me. But your poor bottom, let me have a look at it.”

Lisa lay on her back, undid the top of her jeans and started to push them down. As she did so her thumbs caught her panties. Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound, and this was not the time to be shy. She slid jeans, panties and socks off together and kicked them over the edge of the bed. The medallion, freed from her panties, lay on her belly.

“What’s this?” Abebi took the medallion and studied it closely.

“A present. A present from Judy.”

“So I see.” Abebi dropped the medallion and it rolled to the end of its chain, resting at the top of Lisa labia.

“So Judy’s heart lies next to your cunt. Very symbolic. Now roll over and let me see your bottom.”

As Lisa rolled over she thought about what Abebi had just said. She didn’t like the ‘C’ word, well, except when she was really turned on, but yes, Judy’s heart resting there was somehow special, more so than if it had just been a necklace or something. Meanwhile Abebi was tracing out the lines on Lisa’s bottom with the tips of her fingers.

“Doesn’t that hurt? It looks like it should hurt like blazes.”

“Yes, it hurt, it still hurts a bit now, but it’s not like that. It’s all part of something bigger and after she’s caned me we have some of the most fantastic sex ever. Shall I tell you a secret?”

“Why stop now? You’ve told me everything else!”

“What I really like… I know this is going to sound weird… but what I really like is to have a dildo pushed up my bottom!” There, she’d said it.

“Wow, and when I think of the uptight little virgin I knew at college, and now you’re into all this.” Abebi was silent for a while. Her fingers still traced lightly over Lisa’s buttocks. She’d heard about things like this and had always assumed it was weirdoes in abusive relationships; but this was Lisa and, outside of the canings, it looked like she and Judy were very happy together. She lay back down beside Lisa, her hand still caressing Lisa’s bottom.

“Come on. I want to know more. How does all this work?”

“It depends. It’s different every time.”

“Ok, so how did this one happen? I want details.”

Lisa thought quickly. She wasn’t ready talk about Friday nights. She was beginning to realise why Judy had kept quiet for so long. She’d have to extemporise a bit, not exactly lie, just use another example.

“We like dressing up games,” she started. “Judy gets dressed up as a grand lady and I’m her maid. I’ve got the complete uniform.”

“Let me see, let me see.” They got up off the bed and Lisa fetched her maid’s outfit from the wardrobe.

“That’s fantastic. You’re dead serious about all this, aren’t you?”

“Oh, yes. It takes ages to put on. Look, it’s really authentic.” The two girls pored over the dress, Abebi examining it with care.

“And Judy, what does she wear?”

“Oh she’s got this gorgeous gown in a deep burgundy. It’s just as authentic as this; real period detail. You know the sort of thing, full skirt, really tight bodice for an hourglass figure, leg of mutton sleeves and lots and lots of lace. She looks gorgeous in it. But first of all I bathe her.”

“Bathe her? How does that work?”

“Well I have to run her bath and then, when she gets in, I wash her all over. Then I have to dry her, dress her and help her get ready. Look, I know this is difficult to understand but it really gets to me, I adore looking after her like that. It’s an act of… of love.”

“Wow. And then?”

“Well, if I’ve been naughty, I mean, if we’re playing that I’ve been naughty, she takes me downstairs to the playroom. That’s where we keep all the bits and pieces. It’s nice and private down there.”

“Can I have a look?”

“No, it’s locked and Judy keeps the key. Anyway, she straps me down over the horse, pulls up my dress and canes me. I know this sounds weird, I don’t expect you to understand, but until you’ve tried it… I never knew I could get so turned on by being caned. It’s not the pain, well, not just the pain, it’s the way she does it. It’s part of us. I’m not explaining this very well, am I?”

Abebi was silent beside Lisa. Her hand was still playing with Lisa’s bottom but the gentle strokes were now firmer, harder, more like a massage.

“Maybe you’re explaining it better than you think.” She said at last. “Come on, what happens next?”

“Then I have to thank her for the caning. You know, kissing her, down there. After that it’s all bed and cuddles.”

“I thought it would end like that.” Abebi leaned forward and kissed Lisa. “And how about kissing me ‘down there’ as you so delicately put it. You’ve got me all worked up. The least you escort bursa can do is sort it out for me.”

“I’d love to but… Please, Babes, I’m turned on too but it would be cheating on Judy.”

“She’d never know.”

“I would, that’s the point. I couldn’t go behind her back.”

“Well, you could do it in front of me. I think she deserves it.” The two girls spun round to see Judy stood by the open door.

“How… how long have you been there.” Lisa gasped.

“Long enough. I came home, thought the house was empty, and when I came upstairs your door was open. I couldn’t resist listening for a while.” Inside Judy’s heart was leaping. She’d admit to herself that her motives were far from pure when she’d snuck up on the girls. She’d seen them through the open door and couldn’t resist the opportunity to eavesdrop for a while. To think she’d been jealous of Abebi. She should have known, she should have trusted Lisa, and now, purely by chance, she’d been reassured in the best way possible. And with a little luck it was threesomes tonight!

Abebi felt like a schoolgirl found smoking behind the bike sheds. She’d been caught with her pants down, well, with Lisa’s pants down to be exact, and she didn’t know how to react. And here was Judy suggesting that she and Lisa should carry on with her consent. It was all a bit too much to take in at once.

Lisa was also a little taken aback. Her state of undress wasn’t a problem, she was getting used to being half, or indeed, completely, naked in front of Judy but she had been caught in a clinch. Although she hadn’t let it go any further she felt she’d let Judy down. When she looked up at Judy she saw she was smiling, moreover there was a glint in her eye she had come to recognise. It looked like there were three, not two, sexually aroused women in the room.

“Yes, I think the two of you should carry on. But first of all I think Lisa should give you a bath to get you in the mood. Come along now.” Judy was used to commanding a boardroom, her tone had carried several major business deals and the two girls weren’t about to defy it. They glanced at each other, shrugged and followed Judy to the bathroom.

Whilst Lisa ran the water, and found a suitable bath oil, Judy sat down on the toilet.

“Come along, Abebi, get those clothes off, in you go.” Any doubts that Abebi might have had were again swept away by Judy’s command. It was simply easier to go along with things than to resist. She stripped off, dropping her clothes on the floor and slipped into the bath. Lisa judged that the bath was full enough and turned off the taps.

“Just lie there. Let Lisa do the work,” Judy ordered as she enjoyed the view. Abebi’s dark black skin, her tight curly bush, her pert breasts laid out before her. She really was an attractive young woman. Her slight air of unease somehow added to the allure. Judy felt back in control again.

Lisa took the sponge, gently lifted Abebi’s leg clear of the water, and set to work. The sponge soft against her skin, the perfume from the bath oil, the warm water surrounding her, holding her, were a heady mix that lulled Abebi into a relaxed, almost dreamlike state. She could almost forget that Judy was watching. Lisa had reached her thighs and the water cascading down from the sponge felt wonderful against her skin. Lisa’s story had turned her on, she wasn’t going to deny that, but this was deeper, more sensual. Lisa finished her legs and moved on to her arms. Again this was somehow far more erotic than if Lisa had simply plunged straight in. Abebi longed to feel the sponge on her breasts, on her belly, on her groin but there was no hurry.

Now Lisa was starting on her breasts. Abebi arched her back, lifting them, offering them.

“Now, now,” Judy admonished. “Let Lisa do the work.”

Abebi relaxed back into the water. The enforced passiveness was slightly frustrating but it added to the tension inside her. Part of her wanted to grab Lisa’s head and pull it down to her groin, to hell with the risk of drowning, but she was beginning to realise that greater pleasure lay in waiting. No wonder Lisa had described Judy as a wonderful lover, she may not be an active participant but she certainly knew how to turn a woman on!

Lisa worked lower, tenderly caressing the gentle mound of Abebi’s stomach, her lower belly, and finally her groin. Abebi couldn’t suppress a groan of contentment as the sponge, and the warm water off it, moved between her legs. This was so delicious, so entrancing, she could lie there forever.

“Ok, that’s enough.” Judy leaned down and pulled the plug and Lisa stood up to allow Abebi out of the bath.

“Lisa told me about this but I never realised how good it could be.”

“Uh huh, no talking now, you just relax and enjoy it.” Judy’s tone had softened, gone from boardroom to schoolroom, but it still commanded.

Lisa picked a soft, fluffy towel and dried Abebi down. When Abebi went to help a gentle wave of the forefinger from Judy reminded her that Lisa should do all the work. As Lisa reached her feet she bent forward and gently kissed her toes. Abebi felt this strange mixture of control and controlled. Here she was with Lisa crouched before her tending to her every need. On the other hand it could not be denied that the dominant force in the room was Judy, it was her tune that everyone danced to.

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A figure was sitting on a leather chair watching multiple screens. The screens showed a busty blonde woman dressed in red tight spandex, red boots and white cape. She was wearing a red mask that covered her upper face.

“Those piercing blue eyes. What a body. You bitch, your time will come soon,” the woman commented. The last 5 years had been Hell for Tatiana Cunt, known in the underworld as the Baroness. A tall 42 year old woman with short black hair, black eyes, full lips, tanned tight body, muscular ass, huge round boobs and sensual curved hips, she was the most cunning villain in the city. She always took whatever she liked. Her voice was sensual with a thick accent. She always dressed in tight leather pants or short skirts.

She was a decadent bitch ready to seek pleasure from men and women. Especially women. The men broke easy after a few minutes of intense sex but the pleasure that women could provide was something arousing for her. She liked to seduce and fuck women of power, bitches like her. On her huge bed many of them, their bodies glimmering from sweat or their faces buried in her pussy, declared their sexual surrender screaming in pleasure, becoming sextoys for the Baroness. But now that was a thing of the past; her gaze, her lust, her vengeance was set upon this mysterious opponent. How she wanted to squeeze those milk bags of hers, lock her pussy with her own, make her scream, transform her, humiliate her from a powerful superheroine to her sexual slave.

Every job she tried to do the blonde bitch that called herself Lady Comet stood in her way, especially where the job involved diamonds and works of art. Her underground business was sinking. All these years the Baroness gained lots of money, gold and diamonds by stealing them. She was untouchable, till 5 years ago Lady Comet appeared out of thin air. A woman enhanced with superhuman abilities, she could fly, she could bend the strongest metal, she was bulletproof and she was the one responsible for sending to prison many of Tatiana’s associates.

From pure luck Tatiana herself wasn’t behind bars. The Baroness was a well respected powerful aristocrat in the city of Cronum. She made lots of donations to the city. Even the mayor was so impressed with her that proposed her to run for the elections and become the head of the city. An interesting proposal but other urgent matters took her money and time – like finding the woman behind the mask, her identity, and how she possessed that kind of powers.

The Baroness once came face to face with this woman and she barely escaped. Her strongest bodyguards and mercenaries couldn’t stop the superheroine. Although she knew how to fight as an expert in martial arts she couldn’t match Lady Comet’s speed and strength. Not to mention that Comet could have burned her alive thanks to those beams of red energy that the superheroine could produce from her eyes and hands.

She dedicated her vast resources to learn about her enemy and after many fruitless efforts she had results. Underground her mansion demented scientists that were freed from heavily guarded prison were working night and day in her labs to find how the power of Comet could be neutralized or countered with equal force. High tech surveillance equipment and super computers analyzed the superheroine’s way of fighting and tried to detect her true identity and her refuge.

One scientist dressed in a lab coat and one bodyguard stood behind her.

“Mistress, we have answers.” The bodyguard said.

“Finally, just when I thought that I have been throwing money and time in the dumpster all of these years! Speak, and be careful not to waste my time again!” The baroness replied with a cold voice.

“We have managed to identify the woman behind the mask and not only that, we have tracked down her current place of residence. The doctor here has made a breakthrough regarding Comet’s superhuman abilities and how to counter them,” the bodyguard said with a hesitant voice and nodded to the scientist to speak.

“Baroness, after very careful observation of Comet’s abilities we’ve managed to compose a liquid substance, a formula from a single hair we found at the place of your last encounter with Lady Comet, which could alter your physiology and give you extraordinary strength bursa escort but we can’t be sure about other abilities that you’ll gain and if your body could withstand the transformation. There are an unknown number of side effects. We are still long way from the final completion as we need more tests,” the scientist said in a calm skeptical voice.

The Baroness’ mind was racing. She couldn’t hide her enthusiasm at the news. She turned and looked at the two men as a wicked smile formed in her beautiful face.

“Finally, yes, I want to see that slut’s unmasked face as she realizes that her days as the most powerful woman in town are over. No more tests. I’ll test it myself; every day that the blonde bitch is sticking her nose in my business makes me crazy. She costs me lot of money not to mention my reputation in certain circles. Some of my associates think that I’m afraid of her, but no more. If she wants to play we’ll play but on my own terms.”

“But we’re months away from any permanent results, there is a danger…” the scientist tried to protest but the Baroness cut him off.

“Enough! My decision is final. Make the necessary preparations. I never feared anyone or anything. Risk is a part of the game and this time I’ll go all in.” The Baroness spoke as she stood up and went to her chambers, the whole anticipation to learn who Comet was, how this formula would alter her, what abilities she would gain made her feel aroused. She needed to release her tension and prepare herself for the things to come.

Some miles away deep in the large forest north of the city stood a large isolated wooden cabin. That was the house, the refuge of the 25 year old Sarah Jones. At day she was just a secretary in a large shipping company. At night she was transformed to the protector of the weak, the defender of justice the mighty Lady Comet.

The city of Cronum was a dangerous place for someone to live in. Although the law enforcement agencies did their best, the criminal activity was unstoppable. Corruption, thieves, criminals, drugs and many more were casting their shadow upon this once peaceful and beautiful city. Everything changed 5 years ago when one night Sarah slept and woke up in the morning feeling revitalized, reborn. She realized that something was very different when the same morning she opened her front door and the door was ripped apart from its hinges. She also realized that the sense of smell, eyesight, and hearing improved in such a rate that she almost felt dizzy from how her brain and senses were analyzing every detail of the environment around her. Her gaze could see through walls.

She also found that her speed was increased exponentially. She couldn’t go jogging anymore as she was very fast. Her body transformed too. Her breasts became bigger, her hips and legs got toned, she had the body of an athlete. Her two last abilities were levitation and the small energy beams that she could produce from her eyes and hands when she was focused enough. She almost burned down her previous house.

As the months passed slowly she started to control those new found abilities. But she had to keep her distance for a while from her friends and family as they would notice her sudden changes. She got a job as a secretary in a large shipping company and the money was good. She decided to buy an isolated cabin where she could use it to master her new abilities away from unwanted attention. The questions that filled her mind were many. How all this happened? Why? Was she in danger from all these changes? Should she seek medical attention? Then the picture of her in a hospital bed with scientists all around poking her with needles made the hairs in the back of her neck to stand up. She rejected that thought immediately. Is there anyone else like her? What would she do?

As the days passed she found out by reading the newspapers and watching the news that a phenomenon occurred the night that she was sleeping, a comet that made a pass every two hundred years very close to the planet. But the weird thing was that this particular comet covered the entire atmosphere of the planet for half an hour with a silver glow that caused many people to feel dizzy or faint. Was that the answer she was looking for?

Then she read the other news that was, as always, dire. Murders, thefts street gangs and other criminal activity. The once quiet city of Cronum was the capital of major crime, nobody was safe. An idea started to form in her mind, something risky and dangerous. She remembered all these comic books that she read in her younger age and decided to follow the example. She created her own outfit in the colour she always liked and a mask so that nobody could identify her. She decided take the name of what she thought was the main cause of her condition, Lady Comet. She created an insignia to the center of her suit with a flaming comet in a white circle.

In the day she was an attractive blonde secretary, a teaser with long legs, an object of desire for her colleagues and her bosses but at night she transformed to an unstoppable escort bursa force of justice, a defender of the weak, patrolling the dark alleys and the streets of the city tracking down thugs and criminals. She used her super hearing to listen the communications of the law enforcement agencies so she could be the first in the scene of the crime. When the police arrived in the scene they found the criminals in question unconscious, the witnesses talked about the woman in red, a vigilante that came from the sky and saved them.

Her reputation spread wide across the city and soon everybody knew about the famous Lady Comet. Many debates started about her identity and especially her superhuman abilities. Even the military got involved. At first they thought of her as an alien. The police tried to hunt her down, but the citizens of Cronum rebelled as the crime rates started to fall. After a lot of thought the heads of the city decided to look the other way as they started to get results and the elections were near.

The crime lords of the city put a bounty on her head. She learned that she was also bulletproof as the bullets couldn’t penetrate her skin. Soon Lady Comet exposed every criminal lord and their underground enterprises. The streets were almost safe. Almost. There was a person that nobody wanted to talk about and few saw her up close. She was called Baroness, the information about her was very little as nobody wanted to talk about this cunning perverted woman. Everyone was terrified of her. Comet almost caught her, as she was trying to steal a very expensive diamond. A tall woman dressed in black and wearing a full mask tried to face her but she was no match for Comet. She would have caught her when her armed thugs appeared with heavy firepower and draw her attention.

For those few seconds she recalled the encounter with this woman that called herself Baroness and remembered some details. Her thick accent as she introduced herself, her perfume of exotic flowers, how her full body tight black uniform stretched in her curved body and her huge breasts. For a moment she had the impression that the Baroness licked her lips and she was checking her body, not to mention that she tried to touch Lady Comet’s ass before her fist landed in the villain’s jaw.

But there were something that made Sarah frustrated, angry and sad. Her abilities had disadvantages. She caught herself wondering sometimes if all these were a blessing or a curse. She was a 25 year old woman that lived in isolation. She couldn’t enjoy her life as other women of her age and the most important thing, she was afraid to have sex. She almost broke the pelvis of her lust boyfriend as during sex she was riding him and in her ecstasy lost her control. She tried to calm the fire that was raging between her thighs with dildos and fingers but there was no satisfaction for her. She needed her naked body to make contact with another one to feel the pleasure and the excitement of sex.

It was afternoon and Sarah was preparing to have a shower when someone knocked her door.

“Who could it be and why haven’t I heard footsteps? The only close neighbors there are a couple miles away and they come to their cabin only in summer. My family knows my place but always call before they visit,” Sarah thought.

She put on her robe and scanned through the door. A woman was standing behind her door but for some reason her sight couldn’t make any other details. “Strange”, she thought and opened the door. Her eyes took in the scene. There was a tall very attractive woman with short cut hair, around the age of forty, dressed with a full leather tight black uniform with a zipper in her neck and knee high black spiked boots. After noticing her incredible body and the huge breasts, Sarah locked eyes with the woman.

“Good afternoon, is this the place of Sarah Jones?” the woman asked politely with thick foreign accent.

“Well, yes! How may I help you?” Sarah replied with a little unease in her voice, her senses warned her about this person

“Oh! I’m very happy to finally meet you. I’m looking for you for a long time Miss Jones. You caused me a lot of problems during the last five years.”

“Excuse me, and you are? ” Sarah cut her off, her unease increasing. Something was bothering her but she couldn’t make out what.

“How impolite from me, where are my manners. I’m Tatiana Cunt but you might know me as the Baroness, Lady Comet.

Sarah’s surprise was such that cost her valuable seconds to react as two things happened instantly. Baroness grabbed her from her robe and kissed her, as their lips met for an instant the Baroness’ tongue lashed out and touched her own. The power inside Comet stared. Her entire body trembled as an electric current passed through her, her shock grew even bigger when a punch landed on her jaw. Her last thoughts before she flew crushing to the far wall were, “The perfume, the thick accent, the huge breasts, how did I miss all that?”

What Sarah could not have known was that The Baroness had injected herself five days bursa escort bayan ago with the formula under the protests of her scientist and the frightened eyes of her bodyguards. She gave strict orders in case something went wrong to transfer all of her assets to her sister with the note that she would be obligated to avenge her demise and the person responsible. She also ordered Comet’s picture and true identity to be sent to every criminal of the city along with the newspapers. But first she wanted to meet with her up close. She was staring at the picture of the beautiful woman under the mask.

“So you Sarah Jones are the famous Lady Comet, damn it, a fucking secretary is the reason that I am in this shitty situation. So sit tight in your isolated cabin, nobody will hear your screams, bitch. You’re quite a catch, I must admit, I might play with you a little before I end you,” the Baroness thought as the fluid run through her veins. The first two days her entire body was burning, she trembled, she was full of sweat, she couldn’t move, when finally she fainted. The third day she opened her eyes.

“Mistress are you ok? You had us worried,” her bodyguard said as four scientists ran to her bed and started to check her readings.

“Get off me now!” the Baroness screamed as she stood up. Everyone in the room stepped back in fear. Her naked body had a faint purple glow. She went to her bedroom wall and punched it. Her fist penetrated the concrete wall like a paper. She turned her intense gaze to the people in the room. “Leave now,” she whispered. The last two days she spent testing her powers which in her disappointment were only three. Her supernatural strength and her speed and the way she was looking at the environment around her, like she was watching through the life force of people, animals and even plants. Nobody could explain that. This sight would appear suddenly and then return to normal. There was no super hearing, she couldn’t levitate or call forth energy beams. A mystery for herself and her scientists was the faint purple glow that appeared a few times and nobody could explain.

One side effect was that her sexual urges were intensified in such a rate that she could barely control them. She fucked men and women in such numbers and intensity that all of her sexual partners couldn’t take anymore, she played with herself and with her huge dildos but her satisfaction was little. She was always close to an orgasm without achieving it, she felt like she was trying to stop a tsunami. Her pussy always burned with need, her nipples were hard as rock, although despite all these things, her determination and lust for vengeance against Lady Comet overcame these side effects. She felt revitalized and ready for the fight. She started walking from her Villa and when there was nobody around she began running with supernatural speed in the woods towards the isolated cabin of Lady Comet.

When she approached the cabin her sexual urges became suddenly so intense that she was on the edge of losing every control. She could barely walk.

“Damn it! I must do this.” She said to herself and after taking some long breaths she managed to put her sexual need under control. When she knocked at the door and a beautiful blonde dressed in a short white robe opened it she was impressed. She calmed her voice and introduced herself. The expression in Lady Comet’s face when she told her that she knew her true identity surprised and shocked the blonde woman, and that was the time the Baroness needed to act. Then her suppressed sexual tension came to surface once more and pushed her to kiss Lady Comet. When their lips met and their tongues touched for a brief moment, her entire body arched in pleasure, she felt supercharged, it was like something entered her with the kiss and filled her, it was like a small orgasm, a taste of sexual bliss but it was so short. She came back to her senses and immediately punched the confused blonde heroine as hard as she could and with satisfaction saw her body flying to the other side of the house and crashing into a wall.

Lady Comet took a moment to stand up. She looked behind her at the cracked wooden wall. Then she turned her gaze upon the arch villain. Her blue eyes were burning with hatred. The Baroness’ body started to glow in a purple light.

“You demented bitch, what have you done? Where did you find this kind of strength?” Comet asked in a voice full of rage.

“Well it’s simple Lady Whore, first I couldn’t allow you to stick your nose into my business and second I wanted what you have and when I want something I just take it. Now you’ll pay for what you’ve done to me. I might show you some mercy in the end and just fuck you for a while before I end the legend of the Lady Slut,” the Baroness replied in a mocking voice.

“I’ll give you one more chance to surrender or you will feel my wrath. Whatever you’ve done you’re no match for me, soon you’ll be under chains in the deepest hole and you’ll beg for the light of day. You’re just a petty criminal with dreams of grandeur,” Lady Comet said as she ripped off her robe and called forth her power. Now her eyes and her naked body were glowing with the power that the comet bestowed upon her. She extended her glowing fists as she prepared to use her power to end the villainess once and for all.

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I am so wet. I feel like a fountain has just erupted from my pussy. Hannah was slowly kissing down my body. “I can’t believe we are doing this.” She responded with “Believe it Baby!” before she sunk her face into my hot pussy.

I woke up panting and sweating. My pussy was wet and my hand was tucked inside it. Oh my God, I just had a sex dream with my best friend. I’ve never really looked at her like that before but now I am getting wet again just thinking about her. What is wrong with me? I can’t do this; my best friend can’t turn me on!

I was so wrapped up in my own head as I walked towards the bathroom that I didn’t even pay attention to my Mom talking to me. I almost tripped over the laundry basket in the middle of the hallway. My Mom laughed and asked what was going on with me. I just shrugged and told her I was tired. God, I could never tell her what was really going on. My Mom and I are close but not that close. I quickly ran into the bathroom leaving my Mom still laughing in the hallway. I felt like I was going to loose it.

I jumped into the warm shower and tried to relax. I was still so horny and couldn’t get the image of my dream out of my head. I decided I should masturbate and release all the built up tension. I was so turned on that I filled my hand with hot cum in seconds. I finished my shower and got ready for work. I then became worried that I would have to spend the day with Hannah at work. How was I going to look at her ever again without wanting to jump her? This was going to be a long day.

I got in my car and began the 15-minute drive to work. My cell chirped and I knew it was Hannah. She always calls me before work and we chat while we drive. I took a deep breath and said “Hello?” I heard that familiar laugh mixed with “What do you mean hello? Frani you better know who this is!” She was the only one who called me Frani. I loved it. I laughed it off and said of course. She picked up that something was wrong and began to try to pry it out of me. I assured her that I was just tired, which is becoming my common lie today. She was really talkative and I was glad. I wasn’t really listening to what she was saying, instead I was thinking of how sexy her voice sounded. “Stop! You are doing it again!” I said to myself. I tried to relax by taking some deep breaths as I pulled into my space. “Time to start the day Baby girl!” I quivered just hearing her say that. We hung up and I took a few deep breaths before getting out of the car.

God, she was beautiful! She was dressed in sexy skirt that hit about mid-thigh. Her legs were so long and slender. Her top was fitted to her body and showed off her beautiful breasts. I knew she was a 34B but never noticed how beautiful they were. Her hair was styled in a light wave with her face framed in shiny blonde hair. She was normally around 5’4 but had 3 inch heels on that made her legs look even better. I wanted to taste her right there in the parking lot. I got a hold of myself and gave a big smile. I had to act as normally as possible.

She looked me up and down and said, “Wow Hun, you look good today!” Why is she torturing me like this? Has she always been this flirty with me or am I taking it the wrong way. “Good to know” was all I could get out. I had to find a way to keep away from her. bursa escort I was racking my brain and didn’t even remember that I had the keys to the store. She laughed the way my Mom had earlier and asked if I was with it today. I nodded and unlocked the door. “How about you work out front today and I will focus on the paper work in the office. Sound good?” She gave me a look but agreed. Normally we both work out front even when the store is empty. We just spend the day chatting. Today, I don’t think I could handle it. I quickly walked to the office and closed the door.

I busied myself with boring paperwork as much as I could. I could see out into the front of the store. I couldn’t help but watch Hannah move around the store fixing the clothing displays. I could see her round, perfect ass. I was just going nuts in my chair. I could feel I was really wet again. I looked at the clock and realized a few hours had passed. We would be closing for lunch soon and I had to get some kind of release. I went into the bathroom to masturbate before having to go to lunch with Hannah. If I didn’t, I could never sit through lunch with her sitting before me.

Without me knowing, Hannah had decided to close for lunch early. She went to the office to find me but saw it was empty. I guess she assumed I was in the bathroom and came right it. I forgot to lock the door. There I was naked from the waist down with my legs spread on the loveseat in the bathroom. My hand was vigorously moving around my clit as I was approaching orgasm. I didn’t even know she was there until I heard her gasp. I looked up and saw her standing in the doorway with her mouth wide open. I just froze.

She started to smile and said, “Well miss Frani, don’t stop because of me.” I can’t believe she wants me to continue. I still hadn’t moved and just stared at her, not sure what I should do. “Keep going! I’ve always wanted to watch a girl get herself off.” Was I dreaming again? Could this really be happening? I slowly started to move my hand again but never taking my eyes off of her. She told me to close my eyes and I obeyed. Just knowing she was watching was making me hot. I could feel myself getting wet again and was starting to get into it. I pushed my shirt up and pulled my breast out of my bra. In some way I almost forgot she was there and began to pinch my nipple. I heard a moan and realized again that I wasn’t alone. I looked up and saw Hannah With her hand down her skirt and her head flipped back. I got hotter.

“Mmmmm. Ohhh Hannah” I moaned her name by accident but I was so turned on I didn’t even care. I was still working my clit and grabbing my breast. I suddenly felt a warm mouth over my nipple. My eyes flew open to see Hannah kneeling next to me with my nipple being sucked into her mouth and her hand still down her skirt.

“Mmmm. OOOHH!!” I yelled as she bit my nipple, but not in pain but extreme pleasure. I looked over to see Hannah taking her shirt and bra off. He beautiful breasts bounced free and I just had to touch them. I took her breast into my hand and played with her nipple. She groaned in pleasure and whispered my name.

I jumped as I felt her slide a finger into my dripping wet pussy. There was no fighting it, as it felt so good! I surprised myself by screaming out “OH Baby, fuck my pussy! Shove those fingers in me!” She pushed a second escort bursa finger in and fucked me faster and faster.

“OOOOOHHH YES!! OH GOD! OOOOOHHHHHHHH!!” I screamed as cum shot all over Hannah’s arm and my orgasm ripped through my body. I lay there still quivering from my amazing orgasm. I gave a smile and just sighed. I didn’t want to ruin the moment.

I heard Hannah get up and say “Damn Frani, that was a big orgasm.”

“Because of you. You make me so hot.” I heard myself but it didn’t even register that I had really said it. I was still bathing in the how great that orgasm had felt. I heard that familiar sound of clothing dropping to the floor and opened my eyes. There stood Hannah, completely naked and all I could do was gasp. Her body was sexier then I had even imagined.

Hannah kneeled in front of the couch and smiled. She whispered, “Sit up and face me.” I did as she said starting to wonder what she was going to do. She continued to whisper, “Frani, you are so sexy. Your body is amazing.” She lifted my shirt above my head and took off my bra. My other breast bounced as it was freed. She cupped them in her hands and slowly licked my nipples.

“Mmmmm. Hannah, I’ve wanted you all day! Every move you made got me so hot. OHHH. Oh wow, that is so good!”

She smiled at me before spreading my legs open. I felt a wave of wetness drip out of my pussy. She hovered her face just above it and gently blew on my clit. I jerked in response and let out a loud moan, “OHHH! Please! I want you so bad!!”

She just continued blowing before slowly separating my pussy lips with her tongue. She worked it into my slit. Her mouth filled with cum from my last orgasm.

She pulled her head out and chirped, “You taste amazing! Your cum is so sweet I just want to eat you all up!”

With that she dove back in and moved her tongue deeper inside my cunt. She began fucking me with her tongue. Moving it in faster and deeper while swirling it all around. I let out a scream, “OOOHHH! OHH Baby! OHH GOD! PLEASE!” I begged her while as I tried to move my hips towards her face. I wanted her mouth on my clit so bad. She gave in and took my bulging clit into her mouth while inserting two fingers into my pussy. I was so wet and full of cum they went right in.

I begged her again. “FASTER! HARDER! OHH P-PLEASE! I want it more!!” She did as I asked and sucked on my clit as much as she could. Her fingers pounded inside me like they wanted to barrel through. I could feel my orgasm coming up fast and knew I was ready to explode.

“It’s coming. I’M CUMING! I’M CUUUUUMIIIINNNNGGGG!!” With that I covered her face in cum as it squirted from my twitching pussy. She lapped it up and swallowed every last drop.

I tried to catch my breath as she moved up my body and kissed me. I tasted my juices for the first time on her lips. It really was sweet and so was her mouth. Her full, soft lips finally touching mine. This is what I had been thinking of all day and I still wondered if I was dreaming. She looked me in the eyes and said, “We have the store to ourselves for the next hour, want to keep going?” My dream was now reality. I had such a craving to taste her pussy. I wanted it more then I ever wanted anything. I reached down to feel her pussy. It was so warm and wet. I slipped a finger inside and she moaned. I whispered, bursa escort bayan “Oh yeah but now, it is your turn. Sit on the couch, I want your pussy!”

She giggled and I could see the excitement on her face. She quickly took a seat on the couch as I moved to the floor. I returned my finger to her pussy only this time inserting two into her wet cunt. She moaned and thrust her hips against my hand. I knew she wanted it deeper so I shoved them in as deep as they would go.

“OOHH!” she screamed as I rubbed that ever so sensitive spot inside her hole. I removed my fingers and replaced them with my tongue. She moved her hips against my face forcing my tongue deeper. She tasted heavenly. She was so creamy and sweet. I could eat her all day. I couldn’t wait for her to cum to get a nice mouthful.

I licked up and down her slit and then fucked her with my tongue again. She was wiggling around on the couch moaning. She screamed, “FUCK ME FRANI! FUCK ME HARDER!” I obliged and moved my mouth to her clit and replaced my tongue with my two fingers. I sucked her protruding clit into my mouth and flicked it around with my tongue.

“OHHHHHHHH! AHHH! OOOHHHH YES!!” she yelled through the bathroom. I could tell she was already getting close so I kicked it into full swing. I shoved a third finger into her soaked pussy as I nibbled her clit. This sent her over the edge and she wailed, “OHH GOD FRANI!! I’M CUMING! OH GOD I AM CUMING! FFFFUUUUUUCCCKKKK!!!” I loved hearing her dirty talk as she shot cum into my mouth filling it with the sweet juice. Her pussy contracted against my fingers deep inside her. I swallowed and licked up all her cum as she did for me. I wanted every last drop. I removed my fingers and sucked them dry. She tasted so good!

I moved onto the couch next to her and we cuddled as we kissed. We held this position for a while just pressed against each other. Hannah finally broke the silence and said, “We should get cleaned up. We have to re open the store in a few minutes.” I knew she was right but I didn’t want this to end and told her so.

She laughed and said, “Who said it had to end? There is no way we aren’t doing this again!” I smiled and kissed her again. Then I remembered that I had the house to myself tonight since my parents were going out and wouldn’t be back until morning. I jumped up from the couch and said, “Then you are coming to my house after work. The house will be empty and we can do whatever we want all night.”

She giggled and squealed, “OOH so I get to taste that sweet pussy again!” She did just that at my house that night. We both had so many orgasms that we just passed out naked on my bed.

I awoke the next morning with her hand around my pussy. She grinned and said, “YAY! You’re awake. Spread those legs and give me some cum!” I did as she asked as she plunged two fingers deep inside me.

I loudly moaned, “MMMMMMMM! OHH YES BABY!”

With that, we became lovers but still best friends. Who better to explore your sexuality then your best friend? We had sex at work, at my house and hers. Once, we even did it in the car. We wanted each other so much that we totally lost interest in guys. We introduced vibrators and dildos into our sessions.

We crave each other’s pussy when we are not together. A few months after the first hook up, we moved into a two-bedroom apartment together. The second bedroom just held my clothes and stuff, but I never slept in there. We always slept together in her room so we could have each other whenever we wanted.

No one knows of our affair. Well, now you do. Want to come join?

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Natalya and I had been dating for a little while, and I couldn’t believe how happy this girl made me. She is truly a wonderful person, I was in love.

One day, I was on my way to class when my phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hey, baby.”

“Hey.”

“Where are you?”

Thinking this was a silly question because she knew where I was going, I answered anyway.

“On my way to class. Why?”

“Because I got out of class early and I was wondering if you wanted to swing by and…”

“Oh! So this is a booty call? You should think less of sex and…”

“You think of sex just as much as me! So, come back home, ’cause you know you want to.”

I really did, but I decided to play with her.

“I do not, and I’d be willing to put my money where my mouth is.”

“What?”

“I’m willing to bet that you can’t hold out longer than I can.”

“Oh really,” she said, laughing, “You got a deal. Now all we need is some parameters. How long are we goin’ for?”

“As long as it takes, first to cave wins; loser buys dinner.”

“Okay. You’re on; have a nice day!”

“You too, sweetie. Bye”

I hung up the phone wondering why I had even bet her. She is the sexiest woman alive!

Though the ‘bet’ started as something cute to spice things up, it became a very real competition. Everyday, I’d see her, and want to just lay her out where she stood, but didn’t. I’m sure she felt the same way. I’d see the way she looked at me when I liked my lips and the way she’d watch me move around the room. I don’t know what made us deny ourselves like that, but it lasted for a month.

When it comes to academics, Natalya and I are bursa sınırsız escort opposites, I loved English and Math, she did well in Social Studies and Science. So, we tutor each other. Midterms were coming up and as usual, we were helping each other as much as we could. I was helping her with Math.

“You commin’ over to tonight, right?” She asked, giving me this quick look that said she wasn’t talking about school. But, as quickly as it came, it was gone. So, I told myself I was just imagining things, that I just really needed some.

“Yeah, you still need help on those problems?”

“What? … Oh…Yeah…math. See you there.” She shot me that look again, and walked away.

Now am I mistaking, or did she just tell me to come over and not study with her? I sure hoped so! That night, I decided that I wanted to end the bet, I needed to end the bet, or I might have emploded. Before going, I put on a little ‘treat’, well, a big treat — a ten inch treat to be exact. Just incase I got the opportunity, I would be ready.

I walked over to her room and knocked on the door, books in hand. Nat answered the door, and my jaw dropped. She was wearing my favorite outfit, these little pink shorts and a matching tank top. It looked so sexy on her. I looked down then up, taking in her long legs (freshly shaven), round behind, thin waist, beautiful breasts.

I looked at her, sure I must have been melting at her door.

“A — Are you ready?”

“Oh yeah, I’m ready”

With that, she turned and walked to her desk — giving me a view of that bottom — and sat down, crossing her legs.

I walked in, telling myself that bursa üniversiteli escort I needed to maintain composure. I sat down, opened the book attempted to start the study session.

“What problems did you have trouble with? Baby, what probles? Natayla.”

I look up and she’s watching me like a piece of meat, biting the end of her pen, looking so good.

“Um, the one’s like number three.”

“Okay, these can be worked out easier if you think of them in terms of…”

She got up and walked around the desk to where I was sitting, and all I could do was watch as she sat on top of the desk in front of me, her legs on either side of me.

“I think its time for a break, don’t you?”

“Uh huh.”

“Good. Pick me up.”

As if by someone else’s control, I stood up. She wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I picked her up and she motioned to the bed. I obediently brought her to the bed and laid her down. She pulled me down on top of her. And we started kissing. That one kiss opened a flood gate. Soon we were pulling and groping and rubbing. I wanted her so bad, I could taster her. I pushed a finger in her, and she moaned, holding me closer. I was shock by how wet she was.

“Did I do this to you, baby?” I asked, pushing deeper in.

“Yessss” she said through clenched teeth.

After a second, I pushed in a second, she was raking her nails down my back and moaning. I was beside myself watching her.

She reached down my body, and found my strap-on. When her hand wrapped around it, her eyes got wide, and she started ripping at my bursa anal yapan escort belt, my button, then my zipper. Soon, she had my pant open and half way down my legs. How she did that so fast, I will never know. I stepped back and out of my pants. I looked at her on that bed, hair spread out over the pillow, eyes pools of lust, legs open, waiting. I climbed back on top of her and started kissing her again. Soon, she was pulling my waist toward her.

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

“I want…you…to…ahhhh!”

I pressed her clit roughly.

“To what, baby?”

“I want you to fuck me! Now!”

I pressed the head just outside her hole.

“You sure?”

“Oooooo yes, baby. I want you now.”

I pushed just the head in and her eyes flew open. She looked me in my eye, the expression on her face so intense.

“More.” She nearly growled.

My plan was to go slow, tease her, but that didn’t work out. I couldn’t hold out any longer. I slammed it into her, giving her all I had. She screamed and wrapped her legs around me, locking me in. We worked in rhythm; in and out, over and over. I felt like I was floating. Natalya’s mother is half Spanish, and she spent her childhood in Spain. My favorite thing to hear when I’m with her is when she starts speaking Spanish. This time, I was blessed to hear to beautiful syllables.

We were in a frenzy. I could feel myself teetering on the edge, and I knew she was close too. I love watching her cum. It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. This time was no exception, she held a little tighter and gave one last cry. I followed a second later. We floated above ourselves for a moment and came back down. When I opened my eyes, she was laying right there, looking beautiful.

“So, who won the bet?” She asked, laughing.

“I think we both did, cause that was amazing.” I said, spent.

We fell asleep like that, tangled into each other. We woke up in the night and did it again, each time as good as the last.

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She agreed to take me late at night, I had a surprise interview the following day. I had been going to her for four years and we had always been flirtatious with each other, in a playful way. She was about ten years my senior, very pretty, and sweet. Her strong hands always titillated me the way she would be tolerably rough the way she jerked my head around and pulled my hair when cutting and washing it.

Usually, she’d say something about how beautiful I was, followed by me saying I was thinking about going gay for her, or something silly like that. I did remember last time she cut my hair she actually kind of actually hit on me, so needless to say when I got to the salon and it was just me and her, there was some mild tension.

When she drew all the shades and locked the door my knees weakened and my pulse rose. She shampooed my hair thoroughly, telling me my body was amazing and if she was a guy she would fuck me senseless. I just laughed, but while she was rinsing, all bursa escort of the sudden I was soaked. Not necessarily just my pussy, but she had sprayed my whole body with the hot water.

“Oh, Jeez. My bad. We have a dryer, I’ll take care of you.” She stripped off my top and bra, then got on her knees and pulled off my sneakers, sweatpants, and underwear. She retreated to the back leaving me there totally exposed, and helpless as to what I should, and could, do. I heard a dryer start, and it relaxed me some, but I still had (almost) no idea where this was headed.

She came back and wrapped a towel around my hair, but she also covered my eyes with it and leaned my head back into the sink. Hot water again poured all over my body. I didn’t move. I hadn’t put my body, that does look custom built for sex, to its purpose for far too long and tonight I was hers. She began scrubbing me with some exfoliating body scrub that was gritty and felt fucking heavenly when she rubbed bursa ucuz escort my nipples with it. When she moved both of her hands to my pussy with it, I spread my legs wide and lifted my feet from the floor, clearing her for takeoff.

After she almost got me off with her hands and that scrub I was certainly buying later, she again sprayed me, but this time focused the shower nozzle on my thumping, bald pussy. Apparently, she intended to mop the floor later. I actually backed up, pushing myself up and into the fucking sink for her, it felt like this was how she was gonna make me come.

She stopped when I was almost there, and took me with her mouth, ravaging me with her pretty lips and tongue for a few minutes, She lapped at my pretty vulva like a dog that had found an ice cream cone, saying “Mmmm, so good,” before switching back to the hot water. When she turned the nozzle from shower to massage, I lost my fucking mind. I almost bursa elit escort fell out of the sink twice, before she pinned me to the wall, and tortured my clit and canal with the hot water cock for who knows how long. Time stopped having a meaning the second time she soaked me in the chair.

“I’ve wanted to do this to you every time I’ve washed your hair since you turned eighteen,” she said as she ran the impromptu sex device up and down over my engorged clit and puckering opening. As she pressed it against me, her tongue invaded my throat. It felt like a bear was searching my esophagus for honey.

“Oh my God! Don’t stop!” I screamed as I desperately tried to fuck the nozzle, rolling my hips and pushing my throbbing pussy into it. I made a mental note to stop by a bath showroom on the way home to check out their handheld shower tools.

As I began to turn into a puddle like the large one forming at her feet, my body began to convulse and quake. I cried in exquisite pleasure, some word that was new to me and I believe meant something to the tune of, “Holy fuck, I do believe I am going to explode right now.”

After I came so hard that I thought I may faint, she kissed me and said. “So, how short do you wanna go with your hair tonight, sweety?”

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During high school I lived in a small town in the mid-west where nothing ever happens. We had a drive-in movie that had just reopened, a bowling alley, a pizza joint, a supermarket, and two gas stations. The summer before I left for Iowa State University, I worked in our town’s supermarket so I had some spending money in the fall. When I wasn’t working, I just read books or surfed the web. On the cool summer nights, I cruised the quiet streets our little town with my best friend Jill. She was always there for me through good times or bad, and we sure had fun that summer before going off to the big world.

Jill and I operated the checkouts at the supermarket and we would always tease our boss Rickey, just to make the days more interesting. Rickey was a year younger than us, but he was the owners son, so he was our manager. He was cute and easy to embarrass, so we cut him a break and followed his rules most of the time. Rickey was shorter than us and probably 120 lbs. soaking wet, so he wasn’t hard to intimidate. We liked to think we were so worldly, particularly in our little short blue uniforms. Rickey’s dad had let us pick them out from a uniform catalog, and we chose the shortest ones they sold just to tease Rickey.

On our breaks, we would take a cup of coffee to the loading bay, smoke a cigarette and flirt with the truck drivers. We often managed to give Rickey a sly look on our way out, but most of the time we purposely ignored him just to drive him crazy. We would giggle when he stared at us during the work day, and make comments in a voice too low to hear, just to make him blush. He was really surprised when Jill and I sauntered up to him while on break one Saturday afternoon, and asked him if he would like to join us at the drive-in movie that night. We figured the kid would get a kick out of going to the movies with us, and we enjoyed toying with him.

“I don’t have a car yet” he stammered, blushing in embarrassment.

“He’s probably too young to drive” laughed Jill, as she lit up a Marlboro and then snapped her Zippo closed.

“I’ve got a pick-up” I said, blowing a bubble with my gum until it popped. “We’ll go in that, see you at eight.”

I wore cutoff jeans and a T-shirt with no bra, and flip flops to show off my brightly painted toenails. Jill wore her favorite little white dress shirt tied at the waist, and a plaid skirt with pair of pink Converse. We picked Rickey up outside the store, and when Jill slid out of the pick-up to let him in, his eyes almost popped out of his head. He gawked at her legs extending from the short skirt, and she started teasing him right away.

“Stop staring, boy” she laughed, “and get in.”

He was wedged in between us, and when our perfume began sweeping over him I thought he was going to pass out. His cheeks were flushed and he looked like he was in heaven as we pushed escort bayan against his body. He glanced from side to side as my bra-less boobs bounced, and Jill’s little boobies jiggled. Rickey smiled all the way down that dusty county road. To my surprise, Jill placed her hand on his thigh, and her long middle finger began to slowly trace a small circle on his jeans. By the time we parked in the drive-in it was almost dark, but there was a noticeable bulge in his jeans. His face was red hot with embarrassment, and he knew we could see he had boner by the light from the dashboard.

“Let’s get comfortable” I said, putting my right arm behind him. Jill did the same with her left arm and had a very devilish grin on her face. Our bodies had pinned his arms to the seat back, and we rested our free hands on his thighs. We continued to draw little circles on his thighs, moving a little closer to his crotch as his hard little cock throbbed in his jeans.

“Look Jill” I said with a smirk. “Rickey’s pants sure look tight.”

Jill leaned over to look at his crotch and he blushed even more. “You’re right, girl. That looks kind of uncomfortable to me. Is that uncomfortable, Rickey?” Jill asked in a husky voice. His face burned even brighter red when she moved her middle finger up to her mouth and gently sucked it. Jill then reached down slowly and undid the top of his jeans. “You need to loosen these” she said, smothering a laugh.

I hadn’t intended for things to go beyond teasing, but this was getting really interesting now. Rickey tried to move his arms but they were jammed tight between us and the seat. Then Jill slowly lowered his zipper down over the lump in his pants.

“Lift up, Rickey” Jill ordered.

“What… what are you doing?” he stuttered.

“Lift up” she snapped. Jill then gripped his balls through his jeans and he quickly lifted up so she could slide his jeans down. In front of us, the movie screen flickered and the cars around us were full of people watching the movie. Rickey could feel the cold night air across his crotch and he looked down in embarrassment, as we looked at his very hard little cock waving in the breeze. His arms were trapped, and his jeans and shorts were now down around his ankles, leaving us in control.

“Hmm, what do you think?” Jill asked, looking at his cock and then glancing at me. “I think it’s kind of average,” she said as she lightly traced his cock with her fingers. Then she surrounded it with her palm, making him jerk at the sudden soft contact of her warm hand.

“Now, Rickey,” she laughed. “Just relax. We’re just going to play with this little guy for a while.”

Her hand started to move up and down his cock and he trembled as I stared on in disbelief. I had only seen one other penis, and Rickey’s was nice looking. Not big, but really hard with a perfect little görükle escort helmet. After a few strokes Jill turned to me with an evil look and said, “And NO cumming until we say so, RICKEY. If you cum, we are LEAVING and you are not going with us”.

“Is that nice?” Jill asked him, switching her voice to a soft tone. I watched her move slowly up and down his hot little cock, and when he didn’t answer Jill stopped. His cock twitched in her hand and I thought he was going to cum right then, but he held back as his little butt squirmed on the vinyl seat.

I looked at him with a sly grin and whispered “Answer her Rickey. Jill asked you a question.”

“Yes” he gasped. “It’s nice.”

“Guess you don’t want to watch the movie then” Jill laughed and her hand began to slide slowly up and down his cock until he was balancing on the edge. He was seconds from spurting all over her hand when she suddenly stopped. “I wouldn’t mind watching the movie a little, what about you Rickey?” Jill whispered as we both smirked again at his contorted face. His breathing was ragged and his now bright red cock twitched as she firmly squeezed the base.

“Poor boy,” laughed Jill. “Were you close?” We ignored him for a moment while we commented on the movie. When I had the urge to join the fun, I turned a little more towards Rickey so my left hand could also reach his cock.

“Now” I said, “You’ll have to tell us who’s the best at this”. I lightly blew in his ear as my hand started to move up and down. He was gasping on the edge, and his hips started to rise after just a few strokes. I stopped and squeezed the base firmly like Jill did, to keep that little guy under control.

“Please don’t” he whimpered.

“Don’t what?” Jill asked innocently as she pushed her lower lip out mocking his whimpering plea.

“Don’t stop, please” he begged, his arms still pinned behind him as his entire body trembled. This was really fun now, making this poor boy tremble and beg for relief.

“I guess when you jerk off, you do it really fast, huh?” Jill smiled. “Well, do you?” she pressed when he didn’t answer.

“Yes” he said, his face burning in shame.

“Who do you think about when you jerk off?” I asked.

“Do you think about us when you jerk off?” Jill asked slyly.

“Yes” he said, almost crying and breathing heavily. We both laughed at how pathetic he sounded.

“How sweet” Jill whispered as she kissed the air by his other ear.

“Do you think about our legs?” Jill asked as she was lifting her skirt up, “or our pretty little panties?”. His eyes were glued to her long tanned legs and then her black lacy panties. He nodded slightly, his eyes pleading for more as he sucked air in through his nose.

“A leg man” I said as my fingers were sliding over his cock. He shuddered again, bursa elit escort now trying to hold his breath. I gripped the shaft firmly and started to slowly pull, spreading his leaking fluids around the tip with my thumb. He was really close now, and he whimpered and squirmed again. I moved down and squeezed firmly at the base again.

“Don’t you fucking come until we tell you, Rickey” Jill warned in her stern voice again.

“Have you had a hand job before, Rickey?” Jill whispered, now using a sweet tone. He slowly nodded and whimpered “just once”.

“Who did it?” I whispered in his ear.

“Jo Beth, the night time stock girl” he muttered, gritting his teeth as I released my firm grip at the base of his engorged little cock. “That slut, that’s why she gets all the overtime” I smirked, pulling my hand away as he continued to quiver on the edge again.

“You know” Jill announced, “I feel like a coke.”

“Me too” I said as I reached over and firmly flicked the head of Rickey’s hot little cock.

“Go get us one, Rickey” Jill said and we leaned forward so he could free his arms. His face was crimson and sweating, and he barely managed to tuck his throbbing cock back into his pants. It had to hurt by now, and I’m sure his little balls were ready to burst.

His body was still visibly trembling as he walked to the snack bar and somehow managed to buy two large cokes. As he started to walk back, Jill and I appeared and pulled him into the shadows next to the ladies toilets. We both pressed up against him and stroked his still hard cock through his jeans.

“Time to thank you for the cokes” Jill whispered as our hands brought him closer to relief, and she leaned in to kiss me. He watched as our heads tilted and our lips lightly touched. Then our eyes began to flutter, and we whimpered as our tongues entered each others mouth for the very first time.

“No” he groaned, “Not in my pants!”

Our hands moved faster and faster over his little denim encased hard-on, as Jill’s tongue circled around mine. He shuddered when I sucked Jill’s tongue into my mouth like a little penis, and groaned as he spurted into his pants. His hips jerked several times, his eyes rolled back and he almost fell to the ground. Jill and I smiled, took the cokes and stepped away to admire our handiwork. He was gasping for breath as we looked down to see a wet stain spreading across his jeans. We had coaxed a big load out of that poor boy.

“Thanks for the cokes Rickey” giggled Jill. “Too bad we have to leave now, because you didn’t wait for permission to cum.” Then I sarcastically added “Poor Rickey, now your pants are all wet” as I pushed my lower lip out. We looked at each other and we both busted out laughing as we walked arm in arm to my pick-up.

Just before we were out of sight, Jill turned and called over her shoulder in a sing song voice, “See you at work, Rickey”. He was still stunned, and glanced around to see if anyone had been watching. Then he ducked into the men’s toilets to clean himself up. It was the beginning of a great summer, and the start of my realization of how much I was into girls.

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Nikki is coming today. Her room is ready, and so is mine. When she arrives I will be dressed in a very tight pair of black jeans. My shirt is red and white. The shirt is sleeveless with a golden tan. My hair is just cut with teddy bear fuzz at the bottom of my hairline.

The doorbell rang and I set off the automatic door to let her in. She was blindfolded by my doorman just like I asked. I walked out of my bedroom and stood at the top of the stairs. Take off your blindfold. She looked around obviously looking for me. It had been one year since I had seen her.

Finally she looked up at me. She had been in Texas so her accent was thick when she said, “Hello Beautiful.”

I walked down the stairs, straight to her and kissed her with a long-standing passion that hadn’t diminished a bit. “Hey Nikki, I missed you.” I took her hand and proceeded to show her the house.

First, I showed her the all nude pool and hot tub. There is another pool but it is swimming suit required and it has only been used once. We walked through the dining room and kitchen. I showed her the backyard and all the possible sex items. Lying there was a bouquet of red carnations.

We walked through the living area and then headed upstairs. We walked past the double doors and she asked about the room. “That is my room.” She tried to open the door but couldn’t. I proceeded down the hall, she caught up to me and I told her bursa escort about each room. Some she wanted to see and I showed her. Finally, we came to her bedroom.

I handed her a note that said, “Say this. Open, please.” The door opened and the room was in all red and black. There were 2 dozen long stem red and yellow roses on the bed. She was looking around and opened a drawer with her name on it. There was lingerie and underwear just for her and then she turned around and I was holding a black sequin cocktail dress.

“We are dancing tonight.” I laid her dress on the bed. I took her hand and continued on. I leaned her against the next door and kissed her. I opened the door and her mouth dropped. She just entered my sex toy room and then into my porn room. She tried to go through the next-door but couldn’t. That is the dance room and then we left.

I left her in her room and told her to meet me in the pool in 5 minutes. Then I went to my room to make sure everything was ok. My husband at the control panel, my husband, was having fun looking at every room and at Nikki. “We are heading to the pool, any requests.”

“Lots of teasing.”

I preceded down to find her already in the hot tub. I slid in and within minutes she came to me to kiss me to say thank you. We talked about what was going on and then I asked about her husband.

“I wish that he would just say yes, because bursa escort bayan I know he likes you but he just won’t.” She came to me and we started kissing and teasing each other again. I jumped out and went the pool. She was right behind me and the teasing each other. I jumped out and went to the pool. She was right behind me and the teasing continued. We talked and played and I did all sorts of teasing my request of my husband.

We got out and went to eat. There was turkey and all kinds of cheeses laid out. I put cheez-whiz on her tits and sucked it off, then licked and sucked on her neck, purposely leaving a mark.

All she could say was, “Why can’t he just trust me?”

We went back to our rooms and got ready to party. She called me and asked, “What is the personal attendant button for?

I told her, “A very beautiful lady will come to your room and do anything you need to get ready, make-up, hair, anything not sexual.”

My husband watched intently as she and I got ready. I wore black pants that complimented me and a vibrant red shirt that just wreaked of fuck me. Then, I had my make-up and hair done. There were sparkles everywhere and finally the most irresistible scent, sex pheromones with my water scent.

My husband came over to smell me and then felt me up. He would have time to get ready while watching as party gets started. I bursa merkez escort went to the party room and waited for her. She rang the doorbell and I opened the door. It was dark so she couldn’t see anything. I softly blindfolded her and said, “Lights, music, action.” I took the blindfold off.

Here is what she saw. Yellow and bright green lights accented a variety of strippers. All my men were in tuxedos with or without sleeves and blindfolds. Any of the sleeveless guys you could rip their pants off and a variety of dancing friends. Just saying dismissed can dismiss anyone and the DJ will play anything you want.

I walked around her and led her to the floor. She grabbed me and kissed me like she was possessed. One by one as she partied she dismissed people. She had unlimited supply of $1’s for the strippers.

Finally, it was just her and I and she asked for a slow song. We danced and stared into each other’s eyes. I blindfolded her and said, “I have one more surprise.” I took the blindfold off and there stood her husband in a tux. I stepped back and they danced. I had the lights dimmed as I left.

I went back to my room and put on a black nightie with a long black see through robe and I waited. Soon there was a knock on my door. “What can I do for you Nikki?” “We need to talk to you.”

“Go to your room and find your next surprise and then come back if the answer is yes.”

Nikki’s husband slipped away from her through the trap door, giving her the answer. He came into my room and settled back, showering me with compliments. About 20 minutes later there was a knock on my door.

“Do you want to be with me tonight? If so, the door is open.”

To be continued…

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I just wanted to fuck. Uncomplicated, no strings attached. I’d been feeling the need brewing in me for several weeks but work kept me busy. Finally a break came and I was sent on a business trip to California for a week. I decided to head up the weekend before the conference I was there to attend began. I arrived late Friday afternoon and checked into my hotel.

The accommodations held a four star rating and was beautiful. My room looked out over the pool and it was as I stood at the window enjoying the view that I saw her. A perfect specimen of womanhood from head to toe. She wore a bright blue and white bikini, showing off the luscious curves of her body. Not one of these stick women that seem so prevalent in southern California. Hips, ass, thighs, breasts, all of it waiting for me to explore it.

She looked up as though she could feel me looking at her and our eyes met. I stepped out onto the balcony and she smiled at me. I returned the smile. She moved her head as though signaling me to come down. I nodded to let her know I understood. I returned to my room, jumped in the shower and dressed in a pair of white swim trunks and a blue wife beater. My short hair was still wet when I left the room and headed down to the lobby.

She was waiting for me on a lounge chair with an empty one next to her. “Afternoon.” She greeted. Up close she was even more beautiful. Smooth caramel skin, large full round breasts, a flat stomach and an ass I could see even from the front.

“Good afternoon to you as well. My name is Javon.” I introduced myself.

“Nice to meet you Javon. I’m Cecilia.” She said. Her voice was smooth and honeyed like the rest of her. There was a hint of accent that I couldn’t place. I sat on the lounge chair next to her after moving it as close as I could and still have enough room for us to be able to stand.

“Are you vacationing Cecilia?” I asked. She smiled and it was brilliant.

“I’m here for business and yourself?” She asked. A waiter strolled by and I stopped him to order drinks. She was sipping on an Amaretto sour. I got a fresh one for her and a Vodka Tonic for myself. The way she was watching me, let me know we were looking for the same thing. Still, even when it comes to flings, I’ve never been the type to not show a woman a good time and treat her like a lady.

“I have a conference starting on Monday. Decided to come down a couple of days early and get a little breather. I haven’t been to Cali in years. It’s beautiful.” I replied. I was giving her heavy eye contact to let her know I wasn’t just referring to the terrain.

“Indeed.” She said. She took the fresh drink when the handsome young man returned. I tipped generously because I could still remember busting tables and putting up with the shit that the rich and pretentious put out. He winked at me as he walked away in that way that some men will when they know what you’re up to and have enough cool to not be raucous in their approval.

“Would you be interested in joining me for dinner tonight?” I invited. She smiled.

“In your room or mine?” She returned.

“Wherever you’ll feel more comfortable of course.” I answered. Her chocolate brown eyes moved down the length of my five foot six inch frame slowly. I consider myself an average looking woman. I’m dark skinned, slim and toned, small breasts, not too much ass but not extended back. My lovers are generally pleased with my physique. My eyes are a medium brown, my hair short, black and very curly. My nose is straight speaking to my mixed heritage, my lips full, soft and brown. My hands are pretty big for my size but they match my feet and somehow the rest of me.

“I’m in room 323.” She said.

“Okay. And what time should I be there?”

“Seven.”

“Would you like me to bring anything?” I asked.

“Whatever you’d like to use.” She answered. Yeah we were looking for exactly the same thing.

“I’ll see you at seven.”

I dressed to impress even though we’d probably never leave the room. My suit was cream colored; the silk shirt beneath the jacket was a honey color that brought out my eyes. My shoes matched the shirt and the belt. I was already strapped as I prefer to be prepared. Having to stop to strap up can ruin the mood at some of the most unexpected and unappreciated times.

I knocked on her door promptly at seven. A woman after my own libido, she’d dressed as though we were going to a restaurant to eat as well. The dress she wore was killer red and clung to her body like a second skin. The neckline was a deep V that showed off her cleavage and made my mouth water. Her long dark hair was piled atop her head and my fingers itched to delve into the mass and send it tumbling down. “Hi there.” She greeted. There was a warmth in her voice that matched the anticipation I was feeling.

“Good evening. You looked positively ravishing.” I told her. It wasn’t a line, simply the truth. She smiled softly and I was pleased to see she recognized the sincerity in the compliment as she blushed.

“Thank you. You look quite bursa eskort delectable yourself.” She returned. She blushed but she didn’t back down and I really liked that. She stepped back to allow me entrance. As I said, I’m an average sized woman, but even with her heels, I was two inches taller than her. I have such a weakness for petite women. I watched the plump roundness of her ass as she sashayed farther into the room and wondered if she’d already ordered.

There was a knock on the door before I’d gotten halfway across the spacious suite and my question was answered. I returned to the door and opened it to find the same waiter from earlier. “Evening.” He said with that same knowing smile. “Where would you like it?” He asked. Cecilia spoke before I could.

“In the bedroom.” She said. He moved the tray into the bedroom without another word and returned a moment later. I started to reach for some cash but he shook his head.

“It’s already been taken care of.” He said. I raised my eyebrows. “Enjoy.”

I closed the door and turned to find her leaning in the doorway of the bedroom. When she was sure I was following her every movement with my eyes, she slipped the tip of her finger between the full softness of her lips and sucked gently before sliding it down over the swell of her breasts. I bit my lower lip and tried to remember how to breathe. Her hands moved over her stomach and came to rest at the junction of her legs. “You look real good in that suit. I want to see what you look like out of it.” She said.

I crossed the room to her and followed the same path down her body with my hands that hers had traveled. She shivered beneath my fingertips when they caressed her breasts and I could see her pulse beating rapidly. I kissed her neck just below her ear, flicking my tongue over the area and enjoying the way her breath shuddered from her body. Her hands moved over my arms, up around my neck supporting herself. There’s nothing like making a woman’s knees weak. I scooped her up in my arms and carried her into the bedroom. There were already candles set up around the room burning softly.

I set her on her feet next to the bed and kissed her gently. Her eyes closed and she surrendered herself to me. I slid the zipper down on the back of her dress and the material loosened and then slid down to pool at her feet. She stepped out of the silky material and I stepped back to admire what had been revealed to me. She wore a matching bra and panty set in black silk. Her breasts seemed to strain against the confines of the brassiere. I turned her around and caught my breath at the sight of her ass. If I have a weakness for petite women, I’m a fool over a petite woman with a big ass. “Damn.” I whispered. I undid the clasp of her bra and slid the straps off her shoulders. Her breasts were perky on her chest as the bra fell away. I kissed the back of her neck, biting gently, making her moan. The helplessly aroused sound translated into a current of electricity that staggered down my spine and pooled in my clit. I was suddenly viciously turned on and throbbing. My hands cupped her breasts, feeling the pebble hard nipples pressed against my palms.

“Take off your clothes.” She requested breathlessly. I turned her so she faced me and once again stepped back, this time so she could see. I removed the suit jacket and tossed it behind me. My shirt followed suit. I wore no bra and my nipples were already rigid with my arousal beneath the thin wife beater I wore. She licked her lips when I reached for the buckle of my belt and released it. I kicked off my loafers and unzipped the pants. I let them drop to the floor much as her dress had and stepped out of them. Her eyes widened when they got to the bulge between my legs. I will joke with my friends that had I been a man, given the size of my hands and feet, I’d have been well endowed. Since I wasn’t born with a penis, I equip myself with what I’m sure God would have given me had it been meant for me to be a man. My dick was an eight inch python. A thickly veined shaft and a pair of heavy balls gave it a very realistic look and feel.

I moved back up to her, pressing our bodies together. My hands gripped her ass, my need becoming overwhelming. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep it soft and slow. She didn’t mind. Her own hands started at my breasts and eventually she pulled at the undershirt signaling she wanted it gone. Her skin was heated when our flesh met. I lifted her up onto the bed and followed her, kicking off my socks as I went. She lay back allowing me to have my way. We left her heels on and I knelt between her legs touching her with my hands and my eyes. I squeezed her breasts and she cried out. She moaned again and I bent down to capture her nipple with my mouth. I sucked on her, taking as much of the soft flesh into my mouth as I could. Her hands dove into my hair, pressing me closer, tighter. I used my teeth lightly and she writhed beneath me. Her nails dragged down my back making me hiss and urging me on.

I moved between those luscious bursa bayan escort mounds, sucking the nipple into my mouth, laving my tongue over and around it. I moved my hand down between her legs, feeling the heat and wetness that had gathered there. The panties were soaked. I sat back long enough to rip them off and she cried out at the display of force. Her pussy was thick, juicy and naked before me. The hair was completely removed allowing me to see her hard clit. “Eat my pussy.” She requested. The need in her eyes matched my own and she didn’t have to tell me twice. I moved down until I knelt on the side of the bed with her creamy thighs on either side of my head. My hands gripped her hips pulling her roughly toward my hungry mouth. I dove in. She smelled divine and tasted even better! My tongue pushed its way between the slickness of her full outer lips, into the soaked inner folds. I drank her down, loving the spicy sweet flavor of her. My tongue felt acrobatic as it danced inside of her, licking up all the juices that had accumulated there. “Oh God!” She gasped. I hadn’t even gotten to her clit yet. I pushed my tongue as far into her as it would go, stimulating her. She gripped my hair and I could feel her pussy spasm in my mouth. I knew she was going to cum. Her hands fluttered back and forth between my hair, my shoulders and gripping the sheets as the sensation built in her. The closer she got to completion, the tighter my own pussy grew. The throbbing was a delicious reminder of what I was making this woman feel.

I wanted to feel her reach the flash point. I slipped two fingers deep inside of her at the same moment I moved my tongue up to slither over her engorged clit. She gripped the sheets tightly and screamed. I suckled her clit as she rode the orgasm out. My fingers which has been pressing rhythmically against her G-spot, were gripped so tightly by her walls, I could do no more than press up slightly to try and prolong the climax. When it finally crested, she collapsed back to the bed. I continued to lick on her. Her nectar had grown even more sweetly pungent as she flooded my hand and I couldn’t seem to get enough of the taste of her. I moved my fingers deeper inside of her and added a third to make sure she would be ready for me. She was wet and open but her pussy was still very tight and I didn’t want to hurt her.

After she achieved another shattering peak, I withdrew from her and flipped her over. I pulled her shoes off and then spread the heavy globes of her ass so I could push my tongue into her wet puckered hole. She’d leaked so copiously, my tongue slid into her ass as easily as it had into her pussy. “Oh shit!” She cried not having expected the sensation. I held her in place, showing her ass as much attention as I’d given her pussy. I sucked on the sensitive hole and pushed my fingers back into her still convulsing cunt. “Yes, Jesus, that feels so good!” She cried out.

I could hardly stand it. My clit was like a rock beneath the strap and I wanted to watch the dick sliding in and out of her wetness. I forced myself to wait. I wanted to plunder her ass with the dick too and I wanted to make sure she was good and open when the time came. “Please, please. Fuck me Javon.” She begged. I could never refuse a begging woman. I pulled the dick out and knelt behind her positioning the bulbous head at the angry red opening of her pussy. She watched from underneath herself as I pushed into her. “Oh, fuuuuccck!” She groaned as she was stretched to accommodate the monster. I got half way in and withdrew until only the head remained then slammed back into her. She thrashed on the bed but pressed herself back against me taking the rest of it. “Yes, yes, fuck me.” She panted.

I pulled back and slammed into her again. My rhythm was ruthless. Each time I pushed into her she cried out. Her hips pistoned back against me, meeting me thrust for thrust. I slapped her ass and she screamed my name. I watched the shudders run through her small frame as she beat her fists against the bed. I spread her ass cheeks, allowing the dick to slide even deeper inside of her. I gripped a fistful of her hair which had begun to tumble with her movements. Her head came up and I pulled until it was as far back as I was comfortable making her neck bend. “Scream for me bitch!” I commanded. My hips continued their steady pounding into her yielding pussy and she did as I asked. She screamed as she came and my own orgasm could not be prolonged any longer. I grunted as it shivered through me.

“Yeah, cum for me Big Daddy.” She encouraged. She ground herself back against me expertly as though we’d done this many times before.

When I had regained my composure I pulled out of her and was pleasantly surprised when she pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me. She gripped the thick black phallus and eased herself down on it. She hissed slightly as it filled her once again. The angle was different, deeper. She squatted over me, the dick half way inside of her. “Watch.” She instructed. bursa ucuz escort Her fingers moved down so she could separate the lips of her swollen sex. Her clit was hard and pulsing. I put my hands behind my head and watched her sink the rest of the way down. She lifted herself up and then slid back down again. The visual was delicious. I watched those thick lips swallow my dick and spit it back out. Each time it slid back out of her, it glistened with her wetness.

I put my feet flat on the bed and began thrusting my hips up into her. She cried out in surprise at first then we found our rhythm and every time I thrust up, she slammed herself down onto me. Her hair was a sex tousled mass spilling down her back and over her shoulders. Her head was thrown back and her eyes closed as she lost herself. It remains one of the most erotic images I’ve ever seen. I slid my hands up to cup her breasts. My thumb and forefinger squeezed her nipples to just this side of real pain and she looked down at me with those intense brown eyes of hers. She took one of my hands and drew my fingertips between her lips. She sucked her essence off my fingers and continued to ride herself to orgasm. “Oh, yes. Oh, shit, I’m going to come. Oh, fuck me, I’m coming!” She cried. She collapsed forward onto me and passed out.

We lay there for countless minutes half in and out of slumber. Our hearts pounded together. I caressed her back gently, calming her. Some unknown amount of time later, she eased off of me. I pulled her against my chest and we slept until late in the night.

I woke to the feeling of her slowly rubbing her clit back and forth across my lips. My eyes fluttered open and she grinned down at me. My hands moved up to clasp her hips and steady her as my tongue came out to find it’s way once more inside of her. Her eyes closed and her head rolled back. “Oh, yes.” She moaned softly. I licked slowly, rolling her clit with my tongue, savoring her. “God, I thought I’d dreamed you being this good.” She said. I grinned against her and her eyes opened and smiled down at me.

My hands moved over her ass, up along her back and around to the front of her body so I could caress her breasts. I could feel her shivering as my tongue flickered rapidly back and forth over her clit. I pulled back just before she reached critical mass and she groaned in frustration. I like to tease sometimes. I moved suddenly flipping her over onto her back. She gasped at the unexpected movement then giggled. I lifted myself up into a push up position above her lower body and gazed down at her. “We didn’t get to the food.”

“It’s chocolate and whipped cream. I figured we’d order real food when we were done.” She advised me.

“Sweetheart, the way you taste I could spend this entire week eating just you and still not be done.” I said. She flushed attractively and I found it endearing. “Let’s see about that chocolate.” I said then bounded off the bed. I could feel her eyes on me as I walked over to the tray and lifted the top. The whipped cream had long since melted but the chocolate would be just fine. I grabbed the bottle and turned back to the bed.

“How do you want me?” She inquired. I grinned devilishly.

“First, I’m going to put chocolate on your nipples and suck it off. Then I’m going trail the syrup down your stomach, between your legs and I’m going to lick and suck you clean. And when you’ve come for me a few times and your pussy is soaking wet, I’m going to shove my fat ass dick inside of you again. I’m going to fuck you til your eyes cross and your toes curl and you’re crying because it feels so good. Then I’m going to pull my dick out of your pussy and ease it into your tight ass. I’m going to show you pleasure like you’ve never known it before.” I informed her. Her breathing had grown labored at my forward words. Her dark eyes sparkled with anticipation.

I climbed onto the bed and knelt between her legs. As promised I started with her breasts, letting a small stream of chocolate coat her breasts. I bent and licked the sugary treat off of her in long catlike strokes of my tongue. I suckled her breasts, pulled her nipples into my mouth and bit gently. I poured more chocolate down the flat plane of her stomach and repeated the process all the way down to the plump mound of her pussy. She writhed beneath the onslaught of my warm mouth as I devoured her and the chocolate that coated her. She was so wet by time I was done, my tool slid into her easily when I finally position it at her entrance and pushed forward.

“Damn your pussy is soaked.” I commented as she took my length effortlessly.

“Jesus, stop teasing me and fuck this pussy.” She commanded. I smiled but did as told and began pounding into her. I lifted her hips and held them in place while I slid in and out of her in a powerful driving rhythm. Her body glistened with the sweat of our exertion and my fingers dug into her skin to keep my grip. “Oh my God, oh my God, right there. Don’t stop boo, keep fucking me.” I gritted my teeth, ignored the protesting of my thigh muscles and continued to drill her pussy until finally her body seized up and she screamed. Her pussy pulsed twice and then released her orgasm. My stomach was coated with her juices and the knowledge that she had shot off for me (something I had never experienced) had me cumming all over myself.

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Another night is here with me in bed unable to fall asleep due to life’s stresses, haunting the corridors of my mind once again. I do what I always do to drown out the noise and that’s thinking about you, more like fantasizing about you but that’s a play on words.

I close my eyes and let my mind wonder about your touch, your smell, your body pressed against mine as I try to absorb your being into mine.

Your beautiful face, soft shapely lips, exotically commanding captivating eyes, your healing hands that could send vibrations through my body by just one touch.

Your feet that I want to kiss and toes I’d like to suck on, your back I want to stroke and bury my fingers into, your soft feather-like hair that I want to bury my face in and want to have dragged all over my body and your plump ass I want to grab while I’m enjoying your sweet nectar.

Some where in between having my way with you mentally and hearing a random dog bark, I finally feel asleep and dreamt something I never thought I’d dream.

It started off with a bunch of random shit that didn’t make sense, like all of my dreams jumping from one scenario to the next. Finally stopping and slowing down in something and someone onwingiris.biz I knew and made sense.

I saw you at a desk working away on something, looked like budgeting. I passed by smiled and you smiled back. I continued on my path, up and down in this four story apartment-like building looking for something or someone, I’ve got no clue why I was going what I did.

I ended up outside, it was mid-day and a very busy city, then I went back in because what I was looking for wasn’t out there.

On my way back in I happened to pass by your area again to have a chance of looking upon beauty and this time you were standing in the doorway of what I presumed was your office.

You were dressed in a tight turtle neck that was tucked into fitted dress pants. You approached me, stopped me from my frantic search and hugged me, full-frontal that buried my body into yours.

I instantly get turned on and started sniffing your sweet scent on your neck, which then leads me to nibble and kiss it, with me grabbing your juicy ass trying to sink your hip, deep into my pelvic area.

I pulled away, stared at your beautiful face and seductive eyes, We kissed gently sucking on each other’s bottom lip back and forth for a short time and you stopped and whisper in my ear how fucking wet you are, which I replied with let me take care of that.

I dropped to my knees and hurriedly try to remove your pants you pulled away and said slow down. I pouted and you moved back there sexual urge you’ve bestowed on me driving me mad, but I comply and waited where I was, because you’re a treat I deemed worthy to be patient for.

You said, “now look at me let me undress while you enjoy the view”. You did exactly that, slow and sultry. You removed your pants to reveal you weren’t wearing any panties.

OMG, I losted it! I picked you and your pants up took you upstairs with the intention of making it to the bedroom which didn’t happen, I got so turned on and impatient, we stopped in the doorway.

I laid you down on the floor and kneeled down on the left side of your body, I looked at your hairless fat delicious pussy and it was so wet and sticky looking. I kissed your curvy lips then broke away to stuck my tongue deep into your sweet nectar.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as you placed both hands on my head and pressed it deeper into your juicy, tasty wet pussy. I began slurping up all your juices licking then sucking then licking and sucking some more.

You pulled my legs towards you, undid my pants took my overly hard throbbing dick out and began to lick it, first the shaft then the head while I was still enjoying your rich divine subtlety sweet taste.

We were in a sideways 69 position so we could fully enjoy each other. I stopped and looked at what you were doing because I felt something hard rub against my glan.

That’s when I notice you removed your soft purposeful tongue and was dragging your teeth on my glan and stimulating all 8,000 nerve endings. I shivered and moaned with pleasure and went back to my meal with renewed determination to suck you dry!

But before I could fulfill my duty I became undone when you started sucking it and I started to cum and it felt so good I realized I was having a “wet dream”.

In the first ejaculatory pump of cum into my underwear-less sleep shorts, I jumped out of bed and bolted to the bathroom.

Forced my self to stop cumming by squeezing my shaft with my hands and flexing my internal striated muscles, which I was successful at stopping but not fast enough to some of my cum on my shorts.

I cleaned up, head back to bed and laid there thinking about the craziness I just dreamt.

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It was a habit in the office that everyone would go out alone to stroll in the sunshine. We couldn’t go to lunch together, because people had to cover the phones. So I would ride the elevator down and wander.

It gives you time to think about life and family, husband, state of your marriage, sex life, etc., but on this particular day I was thinking about finding a store with air conditioning to escape from the August heat.

So after finishing my bologna sandwich, I decided to wander to a jewelry shop I’d never noticed before. As I entered the door, I felt the cool air and heard mellow jazz saxophone music. From the back room, came a tall, strikingly beautiful black woman who stood behind the glass counter. I was impressed that a black woman could own or at least manage this store.

She was tall with a large “afro” fluffed up hairstyle, and instantly reminded me of Pam Greer, a famous actress. She was very curvy with big hips and breasts. She was also very graceful with a long neck and full lips, and touch of liner and mascara on her eyes. She said “Feel free to look around. Let me know if you have any questions.”

I told her, “Just looking,” but there were only 5 display cases to look into. Nothing had prices, but I found several pieces that looked quite expensive.

I saw something I liked and didn’t look too expensive. I asked her if I could see the gold chain with two ruby hearts. She said, “Of course. You know that’s my name, Ruby, as a matter of fact.” Unexpectedly, rather than reaching into the glass case to get the display chain, she pulled down slightly the neckline of her halter blouse to show me the identical chain that was around her neck.

She told me that it cost $200 and I could pay half today and come back next paycheck with the balance. She raised her arms and elbows up in a provocative way. My eyes went alternately between the gold chain, her silky mocha skin and her blouse which accentuated her large breasts. I smiled from embarrassment. She must have noticed what I was looking at, and returned the smile. “Would you like to touch?’ she asked.

I stammered and bursa escort awkwardly asked, “The chain?” Left in the air was my implied admission that I was ogling her body. I was unnerved, but also surprised at myself to have stared intently at any woman, and especially in this encounter with a total stranger.

She held her pose and I slowly put my hand against her tan skin and touched the ruby pendant. Then she said, “Let’s try it on you.” She walked around the counter and stood right before me. Next, she unclasped the necklace from her neck and pressed her breasts against mine, and reached behind my neck to clasp it on me. I felt an electricity flow into my body when she leaned against me like that, and my breathing became hurried. Where the pendant dangled, she brushed the fabric on my blouse, as if to un-wrinkle it, and asked if I wanted to see in the mirror.

As I saw the ruby and gold chain against my image in the mirror, I noticed her by my side and she touched my shoulder and leaned into me.

She said, “This is a special piece designed by a woman for women. It’s lesbian jewelry.”

Her words shocked me so much that I jerked my hand away, and she said, “It’s alright, I saw you staring at my titties. I know you were.” I returned a sheepish look.

“You want to feel ’em, don’t you?” And after looking into my astonished eyes, she reached up to the back of her halter blouse, and released the top and displayed her upper chest to me.

I was flabbergasted at her boldness, but oh my, she had quite an astonishing body, and I could only stare at her womanly glory. Shock and arousal kept me completely stilled, as I watched her take one of her nipples in between her thumb and finger and squeeze and pull it. I was amazed as it grew and couldn’t break my stare until I looked glanced back at her face to see that she knew I was captivated by what she was doing.

She stepped around in front of me, still topless, and went to reverse the open sign, pull the shade down on the door and lock the door. She turned around and placed the back off her hand against my blouse and rubbed bursa escort bayan where my nipples were. Soon they were swelling from the brief stimulation. Emboldened by my acceptance of her touch she placed my hands on her nipples and I was caressing and pinching her with obvious. Her breasts were heavy in my hand and her large nipples gave a strangely exhilarate sensation to touch them in this way.

After several minutes of this mutual stimulation, she slid her hand and reached under my skirt and started rubbing my crotch. The pleasure was already intense, and I was filled with lust, and powerless to refuse whatever she attempted. I gulped for air as my arousal grew. Before lunch today, I was a normal married woman and now I am shameless. Liberation!

She told me to remove my shoes, stockings and panties and sit down in “the throne,” and pointed to a large oak chair that looked like a shoeshine chair. She stared into my eyes and announced, “I am going to eat your pussy out!” She bent down to kneel in front off me and spread my legs and mashed her mouth against my vagina.

She nibbled and licked and everything became so moist, I couldn’t tell what was her saliva or leaking from me. Writhing with pleasure, I couldn’t stay still. I was making little whining noises and gasps. My drooling juices ran all over the wooden chair and on the inside of my skirt.

She reached up and opened a button on my blouse and slid her hand up under my bra and pinched hard on one of my nipples.

I ground my crotch into her face. She slid up from my pussy lips and up to my clitoris, where she sucked hard in rhythmic pressure. After a couple minutes of this, I was bucking into an orgasm. I haven’t ever come that hard. And I immediately felt remorse for cheating on my husband and the great joy I experienced. That feeling gave way to acceptance. No one had ever done that to me, and I felt great to be on the receiving end.

I asked her if I could reciprocate, and she said, “No, go home and give your husband a great evening of pleasure. Go down on him with all the gusto you can muster, as I have escort bursa just done for you. Just be ready to come back next week on the easy payment plan, and I will let your lesbian education continue.”

I looked at the clock and realized that it was past time to be back for lunch. I paid her $100 and told her I’d be back in two weeks with the rest of the money. I scurried to the office building and rode the elevator a little worried that my body smelled of sweat and sex. I hurried back to my desk and tried to look as busy as I could although, I was rather unable to concentrate the rest of that day, and for several days after. At lunch, I wandered past the shop, but the closed sign was on the door, and I even knocked once.

I returned in 2 weeks, on my next payday Friday. The shop was all lit up inside, with no jazz music, and no Ruby. Instead there was an older couple. I told her I owed her $100, and she said that there was no balance due on my purchase. I had paid in full. Perplexed, I asked if she was the owner, and what happened to Ruby.

“Oh Ruby is my cousin, so she went back to Chicago. She watches the store every summer for 2 weeks while we go on our church retreat.

“My husband bought this jewelry store after years of saving up from his shoeshine stand in the train station.” I looked over at the chair where I knew I drooled my sexual juices, and felt flushed.

“I don’t know how Ruby does it, selling out of season merchandise, Valentine’s Day jewelry past the season, but we only carry beautiful pieces. She likes to sell all the pieces with rubies in them. And bless her for keeping the shop while we get our chance to rest and rejuvenate.”

It was all very confusing to digest, and I was a little dazed. As I walked back to my office I felt naive for the strange misconceptions and for missing Ruby. I was also wondering where I would ever find a woman to explore my new desires.

When I got back to the office I noticed a co-worker, Wendy, who had only been at the office a few weeks. My eye went to a gold chain and a pair of ruby hearts.

I asked her where she got it. I showed her mine and told her I bought it from Ruby down the street. She flashed a knowing smile and asked if we could try to coordinate lunchtimes or go out for Happy Hour sometime.

I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

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The morning felt gloomy; though it shouldn’t come as a surprise to me considering I feel this way almost every morning. I have such a pessimistic view of life that I don’t think anything could ever cheer me up. My mornings in the hospital—yes, I’m a doctor—always follow the same bore some route — come in by 8.00 am, do my rounds with nurse Jennifer on tow. I always ask my patients the same questions and I always give them the same re-assurances.

I live a very boring life. The hospital is mostly my whole life, yet, I’m not happy there. I live alone in my small 3 bed room duplex. Any form of commitment scares the shit out of me. I am not committed neither do I want to be. I have a standing arrangement with my neighbor, who comes around every Tuesdays and Fridays to fuck my brains out after doing some joint — just plain sex, no strings. My neighbor Richard is not totally turn-head handsome, but he is neat; which is exactly what really matters to me. The sex is not exactly great but I usually manage to get off which helps a lot in reducing the stress.

I live a shitty life. I spend most of my time at the hospital. When I do get home late in the evening, I smoke till I get blurry eyed, and then fell into bed and toss around till morning. I don’t know what is wrong with me. I feel that I am going gradually insane, rolling down the hill. I even went to see a couple of therapists for awhile, but, I had to stop whenever they started getting too close.

Presently, I concluded my rounds and entered the doctors’ lounge. I went straight to the coffee maker and brewed a cup for myself. I turned around and nodded to a few of my colleagues around before taking a seat. Immediately I sat, the door opens and in walks Dr. Bette Grandfield. She waltzed in and bestowed a radiant smile on everyone in the room before grabbing her own coffee.

I sat sipping my coffee, watching Dr. Grandfield chatting up the guys. I watch them silently, almost jealously at the ease with which she could rapport with them. As the guys start leaving, one after the other, Dr. Grandfield turn and start walking towards me. When she got to me, she mumbled something and sat down. I turned my head in her direction and she gave me a radiant smile. She had an easy take on life and why wouldn’t she? She is just pure blond with matching blue eyes, a very beautiful face and body to rhyme. And she is tall too but I am an inch taller than her, which will make her 5: 10″. So, I’m guessing she should be happy because like me, she is not saddled with a skin color that left you hanging — too white to pass for black and not white enough to belong there, either. All through school, all my black friends never really trusted me. They all viewed me as an outsider and a traitor among them because they believed I can easily claim to be white if any problem arises. It got so bad I decided to stay on my own and that’s how I have been since, which is the least of my problems.

I turned away from Dr. Grandfield and concentrate on my coffee.

“How is your morning so far?” she asks.

She has a very deep voice which can still go deeper if she reduced her voice to a whisper which I have seen her done a few times while trying to calm a patient. I don’t know why she keeps doing this. This is the third week in a row. She should know by now that I am not interested in chatting with her.

“It went fine,” I mumbled at her.

This is how she usually starts her banter and she doesn’t stop until I walk out on her. As she chattered on, the room empties out until its remaining just us. I was thinking of a polite way to make my exit without seeming rude.

“Nadia?”

I felt a chill ran through my body. I turned to look at her. This is the first time she is using my name and it felt nice to hear it after such a long time away from home. Even my neighbor Richard calls me “Dr. Brown”.

“Yes?” I answered with one raised brow.

“Why are you so unhappy?” She asked, looking me square in the face.

I blinked at her. Talk of surprises. I thought of evading the question but the stare she fixed on me shows she is prepared, but I still had to try.

“Sorry?”

“You heard me” she said as she cocked her head to one side still staring at me.

“And who told you I am unhappy?” I shot back with a little attitude.

She smiled…

“Nadia, even a blind man can sense the sadness in you. You always keep to yourself; you hardly

talk to anyone except on professional level. Since I’ve been here, I hardly seen you smile. I don’t even know if you know how to. What is it? What is wrong? Tell me.”

As she talked, she reached out a hand and touched mine still grasping my mug. I started feeling sorry for myself. I looked at her again. I very much wanted to open up to her. She seems like somebody that will understand, but I can’t trust her. I find it quite hard to trust, I just want to run from her.

“I am not unhappy”, I told her softly still looking at my hands.

“Yes you are. I’ve never seen anyone sadder”. She reached out a hand towards me and I bursa escort instinctively jerked back. I hate to be touched when I’m not prepared for it. But notwithstanding my jerking back, she stretched out her hand and touched my face tenderly. And that did it; I snapped.

“And who made you the judge over me? How dare you sit there and think you know me just because your life is perfect? What do you know about my life? Who gave you the right?” I said standing.

I know I am shouting but I couldn’t stop. I am so angry I thought I could hit her. From the look on her face, I know she is shocked by my outburst, but I feel so rage. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so enraged –probably before I entered medical school.

“I am not judging you, Nadia. I just want to…” she tried to explain standing too.

“Oh shut up! You want to understand why I am so sad? Ok, I will tell you –do you know how it feels to grow up not knowing where you belong; whether you are black or white? No one group willing to accept you because of fear of the other? To grow up, not having a single friend? To be all alone in the whole world?” I paused to take a breather.

I could feel the hot tears on my cheeks, but, now I couldn’t care less. I just wanted the load off my chest now that I have someone to download them on. I could feel myself shaking all over.

“Do you still want to understand?” I gushed out expelling a shaky breath. She had a sad look on her face which infuriated me even more.

“Nadia…” she started.

“Don’t call me that! Don’t ever call me that!” I shouted at her, all the while poking a finger in her soft chest.

I whirled around to leave. I felt her grab my arm and flipped me around to face her again. I looked into her eyes, surprised at her strength and an instant later, I felt her lips on mine. She has very soft lips and for an instant, I lost all sense of reasoning and returned the kiss with careless abandon while clinging on her like a life- line.

The kiss lasted for a minute, then, I pushed her off. I could feel my legs shaking. I feel like I will crumble to the floor, but I still manage to look her boldly in the face.

“I am so sorry. I…I … I’m … I don’t know…” she began.

“Stay away from me”, I said in ice cold voice and started walking away from her. I wanted to run but forced myself to take one step at a time until I exited.

All through the week and the next, I managed to avoid Dr. Grandfield as best as I could. I rarely enter the doctors’ lounge for morning coffee anymore for fear of meeting her there. Up till now, I could hardly make sense of the kiss. It left me weak- kneed and scared the hell out of me. I have never kissed another girl before, hell! I never even had a friend to kiss and I know that if I hadn’t been raped at seventeen, I could still probably be a virgin. That’s how great my life is.

3 weeks after my encounter with Dr. Grandfield, I’ve managed to put the incident behind me and continued with my boring routine.

Friday night saw me sitting on my couch smoking myself to stupor while waiting for my neighbor to come for our standing appointment. I wonder why he is late today. I am on my 15th stick when the door bell rang. I got up and staggered to the door and flung it open thinking it is Richard, but lo! There she stood, Dr. Grandfield in all her glory. My heart accelerated from beating to jumping in my chest as I eyed her suspiciously.

“May I come in?” she asked softly.

“Why?” I asked blocking the door way

“I feel I owe you an apology and I need to explain something to you,” she said.

I stepped back a little and she brushed past me and I felt the chill again. I gingerly followed her into my sitting room and sat down across from her. I sit patiently waiting for her to say something. Rather she sat quietly staring at her hands. Minutes later, she looked up to me and smiled.

“Can I have something to drink?” she asked.

“Coffee?” I offered.

She nodded and gave me a tiny smile. I walked into my kitchen and got out a goblet and poured a white wine into it. There is no way I am brewing my de-caffeinated coffee for her. I carried the wine into the sitting room and watch her watch me as I sip from it before handing it to her. She took it and held it, making no attempt to drink it. She looked up at me and I stared down at her daring her to complain.

“Thank you,” she said instead

I nodded and went back to my seat.

“I’m sorry about what happened. I shouldn’t have drilled you like that. I’m still ashamed at the way I attacked you. I’ve never done anything like that in my life before, just that you look so cute when you are angry.”

As she said that, she stopped and looked at me. I continued staring at her silently. Maybe she is waiting for me to say something. As I didn’t do anything, she continued.

“I know it’s not an excuse. I very much want to understand you, though I set out doing that on the wrong foot but you’re very beautiful to spend your life alone, you need someone in your escort bursa life.”

She stopped again; waiting .She is probably right about me being beautiful — I have a fair skin, almost white but not quite, with big brown eyes which is the only thing my black father ever gave me. My nose is well defined and pointed, sitting proudly on my oval face guarded by high cheek bones. My paternal grandma once described me as having a proud face — which is her way of telling me I’m pretty; considering what she believes about not telling children of their beauty. I know I still look okay after all these years, although I don’t care how I look anymore.

“Are you giving me the silent treatment?” she asked. I almost laughed, except I have forgotten how to.

“No,” I said shaking my head.

“You said you grew up alone, you never had any friends, but I see a huge wall you fenced around yourself which you refuse to let down for anybody to cross and come close to you.” She continued.

“Dr. Grandfield, you don’t know anything about my life.” I told her quietly.

I don’t want a repeat of what happened the last time at the hospital. So, I am working real hard to be calm and control my voice.

“Then, make me know. I’ve known you for a while now, yet, you are still being so formal with me. Why can’t you open…?”

“I think you should leave,” I said cutting her off.

She blinked at me several times as it dawned on her that I want her out. Yet, she sat there staring me in the eyes for a while.

“Why?” she asked still making no attempt to get up.

“I don’t have time for your idle banter,” I said with a straight face.

“Does my presence here distract you?” she asked.

And that did it. I lost it again. What is she trying to prove? Just because I didn’t press’ sexual harassment’ charges on her, she thinks she can do anything? I jumped up from my seat and crossed over to her .I am so angry I couldn’t see where I’m going. When I got to her, I grab her hand and pulled her up, knocking the wine out of her hand. I watched her as in a slow motion, holding my breath, but she didn’t flinch as the liquid splashed and ran down her chest soaking her pink shirt. I started backing us towards the front door, pulling her along with me. I backed us into the centre table and we went flying. I can feel myself hanging in the air and then I hit the floor on my butt and Dr. Grandfield landed on top of me hard, knocking the breath from my lungs as she pins me to the floor.

Her body feels so soft against mine. I could feel her breathe on my face and the tantalizing smell of her perfume. It feels so good to have her on top of me. She started getting up from me but I pulled her down on top of me again. Her blue eyes stared into my brown ones. Then, she leaned down and took my mouth into hers. This time, I wanted her to and couldn’t deny it. I let all my inhibitions down and opened my mouth to her. She drew my tongue into her mouth and started caressing it with her own tongue.

She is a very good kisser; she does all sorts of things with her mouth and tongue. And since I hadn’t had much practice in kissing and sex in general, all I could do is to open myself to her and be a willing student. I especially love the way she breathes as she kisses me, almost as if she is choking. She ran her hands all over me, stopping on my breasts, she pinched my nipples and I moaned breaking the kiss. I opened my eyes and pulled away from her. She leaned up a little and looked at me with hooded eyes filled with passion.

“My name is Bette,” she said touching my face lovingly.

“I know,” I croaked at her.

“I want to hear you say it,” she continued caressing my face.

I cleared my throat and tried again.

“Bette,” I said and she smiled

“Isn’t that so easy, Nadia?” She asks.

“Yes, Bette,” I replied.

As I looked up at her, she bent down and kissed my forehead tenderly.

“What is happening?” I asked her confused.

“Nothing, just relax and do whatever you feel like.” She said caressing my face.

“I still want to kiss you,” I respond.

“Then you can.” She said and smiled down at me.

I reached up and started pulling her towards me. As our lips touched, my door bell went off. We both jumped at the sound.

“Fuck!” I swore into her mouth. She gave me a quick kiss and got up from my body.

As she stood, she looked down her body and touched the wet wine stain on her blouse.

“I’m sorry about that.” I mumbled as I got up from the floor, my t—shirt is wet too.

I wobbled to the door and opened it to my neighbor, Richard. We stood whispering by the door for a long while. He couldn’t understand why I couldn’t discharge who ever I was with to honor our long standing appointment. I kept explaining to him, over and over again, until I got fed up and shut the door on his face.

“Hope I’m not keeping you from anything?” Bette said as I walked back to the sitting room.

I shook my head ‘no’ and mumbled my excuse as I walked past her down the hall bursa escort bayan to my bedroom. I pulled the door close and slid off my wet t- shirt. I got a new one from the drawer and pulled it on. I also pulled another one for Bette so she could change out of her wet shirt. I entered the living room and thrust the t-shirt at her; without taking it from me, Bette, pulled off her wet blouse.

My breath caught in my throat. Her skin is perfect; smooth and supple, with the right color tan. Her breasts are medium sized and I can see the outline of her nipples through her bra. Her breasts rises and falls in rhythm with her breathing. Her stomach is flat and hard, I can see the muscles on her arms and torso as she stood facing me. She looked so much like an athlete that I wonder how her work- out schedule is. As I stood ogling her body, I felt a thug on my arm and looked down; Bette was trying to take the t-shirt from my hand.

“I could have loved nothing more than to stand here and let you eat me up with your eyes, but I’m so cold. So, please, can I have the shirt? Please?” she smiled sweetly at me.

“Of course.” I answered stupidly as I released the shirt.

I felt the color rising to my face. I can’t believe I am blushing like a teenager. Bette laughed and hit my arm jokingly.

“God, you are so gay!” she said still laughing.

“No, I am not.” I replied turning away.

To preserve the little dignity I had left, I grabbed her discarded blouse and start heading to my spare room where my washer is.

“Where are you going?”

”To dump this into the washer. Why?” I asked back.

“You’re going to wash it now? I can’t go back home naked.” She said.

“In this weather? You’re planning to leave now?” I asked alarmed.

“It will probably lessen in an hour.” She said shrugging

“It looks like it is worsening to me.” I said and walked out.

As I stepped out of the room I saw her going towards the windows, probably to check the weather. It saddens me that she wished to leave tonight. I would’ve really loved it if she could stay over so I could explore this thing I found with her. This … this feeling. I dump the blouse into the washer and poured in the detergent and hit the start button.

As I exited the room, the light flickered and went off. Everywhere became pitch black. I couldn’t see. I can feel the panic rising within me. The demons are coming to get me—the three of them. I need to get to a light. I need to regain control. I can’t lose it, no, not while she is here. I started walking towards where I believe is the direction of my sitting room, but I couldn’t make it. My legs felt like leads and wouldn’t move from the floor. I could feel their hands tearing my legs apart. Tears are pouring down my face and I could feel the darkness enveloping me. I need the light desperately. I need to be in control, maybe she can help. I am beginning to lose my breath. In a few minutes, I could be dead. No!

“Bette!”

She answered. She must have felt the panic in my voice because in the next instant, she was kneeling beside me. She is holding a small light which I’m guessing must be coming from her cell- phone. It couldn’t help me because the panic has already set in.

“What is it? Baby, answer me, did you hurt yourself?” she asked wiping the tears from my cheeks.

She ran the tiny light all over my body, probably checking for the wound. I can feel the confusion in her voice and I want to reassure her, but how can I do that when I’m being choked to death by those hands, while the other is dragging me to hell? I clung to her as tight as I could.

“Nadia, it’s ok. Just relax.”

“They… they…l…light…hurt…light…” I managed to choke out.

“Baby, nobody is hurting you? Just relax; the light will come back on. Just look at me baby. Look at me.” She said softly cradling my head.

I could feel her soothing voice at the back of my mind and it made me feel a little safe. The attacks started immediately after the rape, then, later the nightmares. But the nightmares and the crawling sensation I get whenever I was touched, stopped later but I still have the attacks once in a while. But, I haven’t had them since I finished medical school. This is the worst I’ve had though, and in her presence too. I’ve probably spooked her off.

“Nadia, baby look at me. Please.” She pleaded with me, pointing the light to her face.

I could hear her voice over the war raging in my head. I managed to focus on her eyes and the understanding there. I felt happy that she is not feeling sorry for me.

“Good, baby you are doing great. Now take a deep breath. Do it with me.”

We both took a deep breath and hold it in a little before releasing. When I expelled the breath, I felt a little better, so I took another one and another.

“See? Come.” She smiled down at me as she got up.

She pulled me up and I fell against her because I’m still shaking very badly. She half carried and half dragged me into the sitting room. She dumped me into the couch and sat beside me wiping the sweat and tears from my face. I could still feel them circling around trying to grab a hold of me, so, I climbed into her laps and hugged her tight to myself. We sat like that for eternity, her hand stroking my back as she rocked me.

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