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Bleak midwinters. Shane Houston supposed they didn’t get a whole lot bleaker than working Christmas Eve late shift in Cinemagic Video, frosty winds or otherwise. He glanced up from his paperback at the garishly-lit dreariness to check for customers. The drab horror of the place was only emphasised by the few decorations Arlo had cared to string casually about the shelf-tops. God, you’d think the guy might put in a little effort if he wanted to keep his business solvent. Shane had been short on festive joy when he’d begun work that afternoon; the inate despair of his surroundings was sapping what was left.

Distraction strolled into view from one of the aisles – a Santa-suited piece of eye-candy which stirred him from his funk in a way that his crime novel had thus far failed to do. Strawberry-blonde hair spilled from under her jauntily-balanced, fur-trimmed hat and her similarly fringed scarlet costume was fitted to draw double-takes from good and bad boys alike. Shane’s brain made a tracking-shot of her progress along the New Releases section; she walked so daintily in those little black ankle-boots and how her stocking seams traced the supple curves of her legs all the way up to that brief shock of suspender-crossed thigh – oh Baby Jesus… Then her eyes flicked suddenly his direction and he assumed nonchalance just a little too late.

“Mind on the job, stud. Quit checkin’ out Santa’s Little Helper.” Arlo’s sledgehammer quips were always overtly loud when there was a chance of applying a little humiliation. The Santa-girl glanced over again as Shane’s rumpled boss sloped from the back room, rubbing his bleary, ill-shaved face with one hand. He picked up the discarded novel and glanced at the cover dismissively. “Ehhh – am I running a bookstore here?”

“Sorry?” Shane felt more perplexed than usual by his employer’s sour demeanour. He supposed it was a Christmas thing.

“You’re working in DVD rental.” The over-emphasis on the final words as though addressing a child. “Try and keep a little focus on the job in hand. Look as though you give a shit and maybe I’ll employ your ass into the New Year.”

Shane’s mind swam with choice epithets on the wisdom of maintaining an independent DVD store in this age of on-line rental, not to mention what the hell he was supposed to focus on that customer-lite Christmas Eve, but as ever he shared none of his thoughts. He needed this dubious posting to fund his studies until he made some – any – other arrangement. “Yes boss,” he said, rapping his knuckles decisively on the counter with minimum betrayal of sarcasm. “Consider my act sharpened up.”

Arlo eyed him critically. “Yeah. Well. Good.” He began to struggle his ungainly form into a bulky winter coat. “I’ve gotta go out. You’re minding the place the rest of the day. And locking up.”

Shane was taken aback. “I’m – eh – supposed to be finishing at six…” He stared at his boss in a semi-daze. There were still family gifts to be bought. “We had an agreement…”

“Plans change. The other guy bailed. And I’ve got stuff needs doing.” Like festive binge-drinking before he dragged his sorry ass home to his God-forsaken wife, thought Shane. “You want this job or not?” he was challenged.

“Yeah yeah, you go,” Shane muttered in resignation to his fate, rather than the job. “I’ll cover it.”

“I mean it’s not like you’ve got a girlfriend to worry about these days,” Arlo said casually and loudly, as he raised the partition and made for the shop-front door. He paused there to deliver a final parting shot. “Hey, she did you a favour. One less gift to worry about, right?” And the door slammed.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas too, you dumb bastard. Shane was smarting from the unprovoked volley. He did not dare look up in case he caught Miss Claus’s eye again. Bad luck that Arlo had overheard his recent conversation with another clerk on the subject of Shelley. I wasn’t dumped, he might have protested, not as such. But the truth did not provide greater comfort. He could have followed his ex to the UK as she pursued her studies, she had said she wanted him to, but there was his creative writing course there in New York – his chance to redeem his college-dropout ass. They’d both made their tough choice.

Or in his case had it been an excuse? Couldn’t he have found himself a similar course amongst the Limeys? Was he just too shy of commitment or the unknown or just shaking up his life a bit? Shelley had suggested as such. The warmth of her hug at the airport had just impressed salt into the wound her skepticism had opened. And now she was three thousand miles off, dating some guy in London. Merry Christmas, buddy-boy, Merry fucking…

“Hey.”

“Oh – Hi, sorry.” He had been staring down as though absorbed in the computer screen, to the extent that he had not noticed the vision in red hovering before the counter. “Off in my own world.”

“That’s okay. Anywhere nice?” Santa-girl smiled openly, unassumingly, and görükle escort bayan it lit up her already pretty features – the neat, straight little nose, high cheekbones, crystal-blue eyes and crimson-painted lips all gloriously enhanced by what moderate attention she appeared to be showing him. His response had to fight its way from his mouth.

“Yyyeah, a real – festive funland.” He smiled ruefully, aware that she would have heard Arlo’s every disdainful word to him. “It’s called retail. Feels like I’m the only one not joining in the celebrations.” He glanced tactfully over her low-cut, high-hitched St Nick costume.

“Hello,” she said in cheery exasperation, and she flicked her hands upwards into a check-this-out pose. “This isn’t my normal party-wear, you know!” The move had the effect of ramping up her satin-bra-ed cleavage impressively. Her apple-round tits were trimmed with ermine; it made Shane feel seasonal for the first time that December. “I’ve been handing out nightclub flyers all day,” she informed him. “My butt’s frozen off!” She gave a demonstrative shiver as she handed over her rental DVD cover and her petite frame, clad in red satin, shimmied delightfully. “And I’ve still got another batch to get through. What you reading?”

“Oh…” Fetching the DVD insert, he felt her degree of interest in him a minor Christmas miracle. “Crime story, LA Confidential. By James Elroy. Y’know, sex, murder, police brutality. ‘Tis the season to be jolly…”

“Yeah, right, very Christmassy,” she grinned. “Whatever happened to The Grinch?”

“I am the Grinch this year,” he smiled back wryly, handing over the packaged disc. “Hey, the murders and police brutality happen at Christmas, that any good?”

“Sure, that’s okay then,” she smirked, handing over payment. “Hey, I read a Raymond Chandler book once. Had a teacher who was into that stuff. I liked it. I kind of wanted to be a femme fatale.”

“Really? ‘She walked into the room in a Santa suit and I could tell she was trouble’, that kind of thing?” Wow, she was giggling in response. Shane actually felt on a roll here – what were the odds of that?

“Something like that,” she said a touch slyly.

“Well we’ve got the movie of this over in Crime Classics,” Shane advised her, holding up the Elroy. “It’s got a great femme fatale. And your boyfriend might prefer it to PS I Love You.” He cringed severely inside as he said the last bit; he always hated crowbarring in those cheesy test-the-water references. But sometimes you just had to, never more so than on the brink of a joy-free holiday.

“He would have,” she replied with a tinge of melancholy, and her smile faded. She turned to leave, pausing just slightly to check his name badge. “Gotta go. You have a Merry Christmas, Shane the Grinch. Bye.” She flashed a smile like a beautiful glimpse of winter sunshine and made for the door.

Shane grasped for some last conversational straw. “Hope you find someone to guide your sleigh tonight!” She turned at the door, gave a brief giggle and was gone. The skin on his face tightened in a mask of embarrassment and his hands balled into fists of mortification. He’d been doing okay, the Bogart bit had felt almost inspired. And then… Hope you find someone to…. What the fuck was I… “Damn!” One fist jammed hard into the countertop. Which hurt. “Shit! Ow!” He sucked on his grazed knuckle. The only minor consolation was that Arlo hadn’t been witness to his final Yuletide humiliation.

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Vanessa was warming her hands around a marshmallow-heavy hot chocolate, when Sammy returned to the coffee shop. “Did you get it?”

“Yeah…” Sammy was brandishing the DVD rom-com, triumphantly it seemed; however it turned out she had other matters on her mind. “Vee, I’ve found someone…”

“One more hour of these damn leaflets in this damn cold, then it’s my place – roaring fire, sappy movie and lots of Cointreau.” Vanessa was already basking in the anticipated warmth of both fire and liqueur. The turbulent waves of her red hair had been set free from Santa-hat captivity and she obviously resented these locks’ imminent return to incarceration. “And no family to worry about till tomorrow morning.”

“Vee, listen to me.” Sammy dropped eagerly into the seat opposite her friend. “I’ve found someone, just stumbled on him. He’s a clerk in the DVD store, he’s perfect…”

“Sammy, what are you talking about?” Vanessa was irritated at having her reverie interrupted. “Perfect for what?”

“Perfect candidate. I mean – Vee, it’s Christmas Eve!”

Vanessa was confused. “What – you mean…?”

“Yes! Yule…” Sammy leaned in and dropped her voice. “Yuletide Mindfuck.”

“But … Where did this come from? We hadn’t even talked about doing it this year. I thought we’d consigned the Mindfuck to Christmas Past.”

“Well yeah, so did I, but, look, he’s such a deserving case – he’s sweet and he’s cute and he’s funny… And he’s broken altıparmak eskort up with his girlfriend. His boss was being so mean about it, left him looking like Droopy the Dog. I just wanted to – well – you know…”

Vanessa’s thoughts flicked back to the origins of Yuletide Mindfuck, five whole years ago. It never failed to make her radiate a sense of seasonal warmth. Ollie had been the kid brother of Genevieve, hers and Sammy’s roommate in the apartment they had rented during their final year of college; a good-looking if somewhat shy and gawky youth just turned eighteen, who had visited a few days from Maine in the run-up to Christmas. From the start he had seemed overwhelmed in the presence of his sister’s attractive girlfriends, eager to talk, hardly able to string a sentence.

Sammy’s discovery of the boy masturbating furiously in the shower stall one morning had been a total accident, she assured Vanessa; she had momentarily forgotten they had a guest, and that the lock needed mending. And she’d been a bit hungover, although maybe the running water should have clued her in. Her helpless, wide-eyed laughter at the poor guy’s futile attempts to contain his spasming, cum-jetting cock, had mortified him to the point that he dressed, packed his stuff and went to leave.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he had muttered incoherently, heaving his backpack towards the front door. “It’s better if I just go – just please, please don’t tell my sister, tell her I…I…”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to go anywhere,” Sammy had insisted kindly, wresting the pack from his grasp, as Vanessa had turned away to hide her amusement, and despite his shame she had convinced him.

“He’s such a sweetie,” Sammy had said to her friend, later that day. “Poor guy.”

“I know. We could so fuck with him,” Vanessa had smiled. “We could melt that boy’s head.”

“We could.” Their eyes had locked, evil brewing in both their minds. “Oh Vee, we should, we so should.”

“It is Christmas after all, Sammy. Season of giving.”

“Exactly. Just as long as Genevieve doesn’t find out…”

“To hell with her if she does. Her little brother deserves a Christmas treat.” How they had grinned.

And so the final night of his stay, when big sister had gone to bed, a bemused Ollie had been lured by text to Sammy’s room, where he had found her and Vanessa in sheer lingerie, tonguing each other’s mouth heatedly on the bed. “Shut the door and get over here, Ollie,” Vanessa had instructed the stunned high-schooler, breaking away, her hands still brushing Sammy’s face. “If you’re going to jerk off in our place, then we’ll give you something to jerk off to.”

“Or better,” Sammy had smiled sweetly, beckoning. He had looked confused and terrified, but not so much he even thought of leaving.

They had made him lower his pants and massage his fully erected prick in front of them, as they tenderly caressed each other’s French lace-encased curves. Then they had removed their brassieres, both providing a lotion-enhanced tit-fuck for the dazed youngster, both gleefully encouraging him to stroke vigorously between the other’s tight-squeezed breasts. Finally they had knelt before him to deliver a double-blowjob of advanced deliciousness, till his jolting cock was ready to release its load freely all over their waiting chests and faces. “Come on Ollie, don’t be shy, shoot it all over us!” He had. Copiously.

He had wilted to his knees, adoration akin to that of the Magi plastered all over his face, before they had kissed and gently dismissed him back to the bed-sofa in the living-room.

“So that little bit of lesbianism wasn’t too high a price?” inquired Vanessa.

“For the look on his face? Fuck, no,” laughed Sammy. “You’re a very good kisser, by the way.”

“Thanks,” said Vanessa, pleased. “So are you.”

And so passed the advent of Yuletide Mindfuck, three times repeated on consecutive Christmases: in the men’s room of a classy bar, a gym steam-room and the cloakroom of a restaurant respectively. Each time with a different subject, someone the girls had deemed deserving – regular, unassuming, with adequate personal hygiene and a reasonable level of attractiveness. A clear-cut once a year deal. “After all, it’s not like we’re sluts,” Vanessa had said firmly, as they plotted the second year’s adventure.

The whole evolving enterprise flashed instantaneously through Vanessa’s mind and sitting there in the coffee shop she could not help but smile at the memory. But she shook her head nonetheless. “No can do,” she told Sammy apologetically. “Good times, but we’ve laid it to rest. At least I have.”

“At least go look,” Sammy encouraged. “For old time’s sake. It’s just two doors down.” So Vanessa humoured her friend and went there. Glancing through the store window she saw him – mid-twenties, a little taller than her – say five ten – with dishevelled fair hair; physically quite well-developed and nilüfer escort facially strong with just the remnant of adolescent skin problems – nice eyes, Vanessa noticed. But a droop at his shoulders and a certain hangdog expression suggested all was not right in this guy’s world.

“I see what you mean,” she told Sammy on returning, “he’d definitely be a contender. If Mindfuck were still in operation. Look, don’t let me stop you. Go cheer him up yourself.”

“No,” Sammy replied a touch petulantly. “It’s more fun with two. Two’s the whole point.” She tried wheedling. “One final time, Vee. It’s been a bad few months for me with the break-up. Come on, who got you this promotions job when you needed it?”

Vanessa scowled just a little. “Look, I’m grateful for the extra money, but I’ve just had a day’s worth of getting hit on by every douche who thinks he’s owed a free fuck courtesy of the season. So even if I weren’t dating, maybe I wouldn’t be in the mood. Plus the fact that I am dating, and I’d like it to get serious. Dave’s back from Montreal two days after Christmas and I don’t want to spoil it. He sent me the sweetest text while you were gone. If things go well maybe I’ll be there meeting his family this time next year! I can’t do Mindfuck this time. Sorry, babe.”

Sammy looked glum for a moment. Then she revived, her eyes a-sparkle. “So – okay, what if you didn’t even touch him?”

“Hmmm?” Vanessa had been back to her hot chocolate, the matter dropped.

“Not even lay a finger on him. What if you left all that to me? You’d just be there to add – you know – the ‘fuck’ factor. Look, it’s because he’s not one of today’s creeps that we’d be doing it! It’s a Christmas gift, Vee. It’s traditional!”

“So – what would be my function?” Vanessa enquired with a raised eyebrow. She was still unconvinced. “Purely voyeuristic?”

“Maybe,” Sammy said thoughtfully, “maybe we could do better than that. Come on, Vanessa, you’re inventive. Help me work a l number on this guy. We can hand out the rest of the leaflets and talk through the details while we do it. He’s called Shane, Vee. I like him.” She did a little dog-panting routine and Vanessa laughed despite herself.

“Okay.” Her voice was resigned, yet good-humoured. “Since I’m such a good friend. But you do all the hands-on, right? We’ll rework it a little…” – Sammy was fairly bouncing up and down in her seat in excitement by now — “…and then we’ll roll out the Mindfuck. One final time.”

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Shane gave up and threw down his book. It was the first time James Elroy had failed him – even the devious plot convolutions and character contradictions could not retain his attention that afternoon. The wasteland that was Cinemagic Video was atrophying his brain; its despair was infecting him. He didn’t want to be some sort of brooding Dickensian spectre at the family Christmas the next day, but he didn’t think he could fake sufficient mirth to cover his current mood. Customer, customer, please – anyone. Any brief conversational exchange which might affirm his humanity in the midst of this most emotionally unforgiving of seasons. Bit of small-talk – too much to ask for? Yes? No? A moment’s pause. Okay, that would be no. He slumped back into his seat.

Then she walked in. Santa-girl. And his heart felt like it was pinballing around his insides. She ignored all the racks of DVDs, she just walked fearlessly, intently between the isles in those little black boots all the way up to him and leaned forward over the counter, an earnestly decisive expression on her cute face.

“Hey Shane, I just came back to apologise.”

He was nonplussed. “Apologise? What for?”

“Well,” she went on with a frank, confessional tone, “there you were, feeling a bit low on Christmas Eve, and there I was, tossing a Merry Christmas your way like nothing was wrong…”

“That’s okay,” Shane protested. He hated the thought that his misery had been that tangible, but was terribly pleased to see Miss Claus back again. “I’m actually pretty content with life most…”

“…And I wanted to do something about it.”

“…Of the time…Sorry?”

She was strolling casually now towards the door in the partition, raising it and moving through, crossing that sacred divide between staff and customer. Shane’s scalp was prickling. The apathy of one minute ago had been dispelled and replaced with galloping, excited confusion. “It’s just that we go about wishing Merry Christmas all the time,” she was saying, and to the earnestness was added something unambiguously sultry. “And when I thought about it, I realised I wanted to give you a Merry Christmas. Now what’s wrong with that?”

She gripped the front of his loosely hanging shirt and drew him close to her, so that her enticingly packaged, pert bosom pressed into his chest. There was a terror of the unexpected rising within him simultaneous to the rising of his dick. “You’re a really nice guy, Shane,” she purred, and it made him shiver. “I mean that’s just obvious. So this time of year why shouldn’t somebody like me make you feel really nice?” Her voice caught breathily in her throat as she said it and at the end she bit her moist lip, clutching tighter to the shirt and rising onto her toes expectantly.

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After continuing their sexual dalliance over the previous weekend when Bai-Ma had initiated Xavier into the pleasures a woman could provide to his phallic enormity with her hands and her mouth; after he had discovered that he could make a woman climax violently with his mouth performing cunnilingus on her; after all that, she had finally introduced him to the intricacies of what the french called soixante-neuf, the 69 sex position. But then he had to contend with her menstrual period which had caused a slight hiatus in their recent carnality, although it didn’t stop her from taking him in her mouth one dark sultry night in the middle of the week. But that was finally over, having come and gone like clockwork, after five days.

The following morning, Bai-Ma woke to the sound of thunder and the splattering of heavy raindrops on the foliage outside. The monsoon was clearly not over. She followed her usual routine of having a cup of tea before the next 45 minutes spent in completing her morning toilette. At 6:30, she took an umbrella from the stand outside her door and walked to the outhouse. Javi was in the bathroom when she began her chores.

Xavier had gone for his regular morning jog and was completely soaked when he got back, having been caught in the downpour about fifteen minutes into his run but he’d decided to go ahead and complete his circuit. He kicked his shoes off at the entrance to his lodge and walked in his sodden socks and clothes to the bathroom where he hurriedly stripped himself of all his garments, throwing them all into a corner. Turning the temperature up to 40 degrees centigrade, he stepped under the shower head and let the warm water bathe him for a few minutes before he shampooed his hair and soaped his body.

After scrubbing himself with a loofah, he let the water run over him as he palmed over the silken feel of his wet body. When his hands reached his genitals, he lifted his limp but heavy phallus and stroked along its detumescent length and thought of Bai-Ma. He had never really considered or paid much attention to his cock, other than to ensure that he maintained a good hygienic discipline after he masturbated. He had become more conscious of his genitalia only recently after she had introduced him to the sensuous carnal pleasures of their bodies. As he stroked himself, thinking of Bai-Ma and knowing she would be in his rooms soon, he realised that his penis was growing to an erection.

He turned the shower off and stepped out of the glass cabinet on to the bath mat in front and reached out to pick up a large soft towel that was folded on the vanity shelves under the sink. He dried himself thoroughly and then began towelling his hair as he stepped out of the bathroom and blindly turned left towards his bedroom, the towel like a veil over his head as he ruffled his hair under it.

Bai-Ma was already sweeping the front room when Xavier exited the bathroom; she paused and turned to look at him but he obviously didn’t see her. Instead, she saw his naked back as he dawdled to the bedroom still vigorously rubbing his head with the towel; she stood still and marvelled at the sight of his strong and firm buttocks, the chiselled V-shape of his torso, and the muscles on his back and his calves. He didn’t shut the door behind him but nevertheless disappeared from her field of vision as he walked towards the other side of his room where the built-in wardrobe was located. Bai-Ma continued sweeping the floor with the long-handled grass broom, smiling contentedly to herself.

Xavier threw the damp towel on to his bed and turned towards his wardrobe, wondering to himself why Bai-Ma hadn’t come yet. He looked past the flimsy sheer curtains and thought she was late possibly because of the rain; he also wondered how the hell he was going to get to his first class on time. Looking at the full length mirror and seeing himself naked, his thoughts flitted to Bai-Ma again; just picturing her in his mind resulted in a stirring in his genitals. His hand went to his dangling penis and he hefted it with his thumb and fingers, feeling the weighty organ start to slowly grow thicker.

He suddenly heard noises coming from the passageway outside the kitchen; sounds of the broom closet creaking open, sounds of a broom clanging against a metal bucket. He hurriedly grabbed a folded pair of briefs inside a drawer and pulled them on, stuffing his phallus into it and hoping it would subside quickly. “Good morning, Javi,” he heard Bai-Ma call from somewhere in the kitchen, her voice carrying over the sound of water falling from the tap into the bucket. He pulled on a sleeveless muscle vest and grabbed a pair of denim jeans from a hanger and quickly pushed his feet through them.

“Hi Bai-Ma!” he called out loudly as he took a fresh white cotton shirt and put that on, buttoning down the front and rolling up the sleeves till just below his elbows. He untidily shoved the shirt tail into the waist band of his jeans as he walked out of the bedroom escort bayan bursa in search of her. He couldn’t understand how she could sound as if nothing had transpired between them the night before, or the weekend for that matter.

She had taken the pail of water into the living room, along with a large rag; he could the smell the citrus aroma of the disinfectant drops that she would have put into the water. Any hopes he may have entertained a few minutes earlier about losing his phallic erection went up in smoke when he saw her down on her haunches, wringing the soaking floor mop into the bucket. Like he had seen so many times before, she had pulled up her saree and revealed her knees and the bottom half of her lower limbs as she crouched. The long drape of her saree was wound around her waist and the loose end tucked into the waistline. Her blouse, with its boat-shaped neckline revealed the deep cleavage between her breasts which were squashed by her thighs as she hunched down, her arm swabbing the floor in short arcs of the rag.

The rain was coming down in buckets, the deluge showing no signs of abating in the near future. Xavier moved from one side of the room to another as Bai-Ma meticulously covered every inch of the floor before moving on to the corridor and then his bedroom. He followed her silently, looking sometimes at her back and the width of her saree clad hips, and at other times looking at her front and her magnificent bosom. She didn’t speak a word nor gave any indication that she might be thinking about their sexual romp the previous night.

When she’d finished mopping the floor, she took the bucket and mop to the bathroom, cleaned both and then returned them to their rightful places. After she’d washed her hands, Bai-Ma went to the kitchen to make sure there were no dishes that required rinsing and. When she was satisfied that the scullery was tidy and orderly, she used a dry washcloth to wipe the sink dry. Suddenly, she felt Javi’s strong arms wrap around her and pull her backwards against his solid body. She dropped the washcloth and exclaimed in surprise, saying “Javi! You frightened me!” her hands going to his forearms in a half-hearted attempt at freeing herself from his bear hug.

Xavier was frustrated and desperate; his palms were on Bai-Ma’s bare midriff rising up to her breasts which he grabbed in both hands, forgetting that she had seemed to be in some pain the previous day when he kneaded her boobs for a few seconds.

“Javi! No! Please, not now,” using a tone that attempted to be severe. But she knew his youthful wantonness was getting the better of him, his libidinous cravings reflecting the turbulent hormones raging in his body. The fingers of one his hands pushed their way under the neckline of her blouse and then his entire hand was clamped over the left cup of her brassiere. He mauled it with a certain feverishness as he buried his face into the crook between her neck and shoulder from the back, pressing his hips against her buttocks. Bai-Ma felt the bulge inside his denims against the pliant fleshiness of her arse as he continued to paw her breast.

“Javi, please stop,” she tried again but Xavier seemed to have lost control of his mind. With his left hand, he gripped her wrist and dragged her hand down and behind her, placing it on the swelling in his jeans, rubbing over the outthrust prominence. He simultaneously gyrated his hips, pushing himself against her hand and her saree covered derriere while trying to undo the buttons of her blouse with his other hand.

Bai-Ma knew she had to stop him, yet she herself was beginning to get aroused, wanting very much to get naked and strip Javi of his clothes as well. Of course she wasn’t going to do any such thing but the strength in his hands was going to be difficult to deter. With his grip on her left wrist, she realised he was fumbling with the zipper in front of his pants and before she could react, he had pulled the fastener down. He then held her fingers in a bunch and thrust them inside the fly so that her palm forcibly rested on the massive mound inside his underwear. He had also managed to open the front of her blouse with his right hand and was pushing it under the brassiere. When she felt his fingers against one of her nipples, Bai-Ma suddenly turned around a little forcefully to face Javi.

“Javi, listen to me,” she said softly, trying to soothe his ardour and hopefully settle his raging hormones. Javi had been forced to release his grip on her wrist when she made that manoeuvre.

“Bai-Ma, please, please, please,” he said in a guttural whisper, “please, just touch me down there. Please, only touch me.” He took her right hand in his, more gently this time, and pushed it inside the opening of his jeans as he lowered his head and kissed the side of her neck. She began to relent, thinking that he was in a hopeless irredeemable state at that moment and perhaps the only solution was to give him some form of release. bursa sinirsiz eskort Bai-Ma looked down past her buxom double-D cup bra, exposed because of the open blouse flaps, and pushed her hand deeper into his denim fly. She then slipped her fingers under the elastic waistband of his briefs and gripped the massive erection.

While she manipulated Javi’s cock with her hand and extracted it from the opening in front of his groin, he lowered his head towards her breasts. With both hands, he pushed the cups of her brassiere down and scooped out her humongous breasts before taking a nipple into his mouth. While he sucked on her left teat, Bai-Ma began stroking and tugging his fully erect rod, standing fierce and erect out of his denim jeans. He groaned as the muscles of his mouth made a deep vacuum that pulled the tip of Bai-Ma’s breast; he was holding on to the tractable mound of her flesh with one hand as his other went around her. Xavier began pumping his hips into the sheath that she had made with her hand around the girth of his penis; then he lowered his hand behind her till he was clutching her arse through the folds of her saree.

Bai-Ma loved Javi but she was thinking how, in the short span of time since the previous weekend, she had taken an innocent virgin boy and made him into a hypersexual obsessive. Nevertheless, she understood his needs and the euphoric rapture of one so young to whom sex was a novelty he had only just discovered. She increased the pace of her hand, tugging feverishly and his rock hard manhood, wanting to bring him to his climax.

Xavier barely managed to hold back for two, maybe three, minutes before he felt the familiar tingle on the inside of his thighs. Bai-Ma had also learned the signals; she felt him tense, all his muscles becoming taut, and quickly brought her other hand to Javi’s cock and cupped it like a shield in front of his red hot glans just as he began to erupt with a loud groan. She closed both palms over the tip of his cock as he spewed out a surprising quantum of semen considering she had brought him to an orgasm barely eight hours ago. Bai-Ma finally formed a cup, or a bowl, with both hands held together and let his cum pool at the base through some deft manoeuvring. When he had finished releasing his fluids, she quickly turned back to the kitchen sink behind her and rinsed her hands. She spritzed a couple of jets of hand wash into her palm and washed up before ripping a length of tissue paper from the roll and handing it to Javi so he could wipe himself.

Leaning against the kitchen counter, she looked at him wiping himself as she pulled up the cups of her bra over her breasts and adjusted them to a comfortable position. As Xavier was putting his penis back into his trousers, Bai-Ma did up the buttons of her blouse and straightened her saree, un-knotting the drape from around her waist and throwing it over her shoulder after adjusting the pleats. She looked at her beautiful boy and saw a rather sheepish expression on his face as he avoided looking at her. She looked at the small time-piece on the kitchen shelf and realised she still had about 15 minutes before she had to go to the mistress’ rooms.

It was till pouring outside and clearly Javi had no intention of going to college in this weather. She took his hand and led him out of the kitchen, heading towards the living room. Xavier followed her lamely, not quite sure what to do; he had surprised himself with the frenetic behaviour that he had just displayed and felt a little ashamed. They both sat on the divan, side by side, before Bai-Ma spoke in soothing tones.

“Javi, sweetheart, you know that I love you and I get as much pleasure from you and your body as you get from me and mine. Maybe even more. But there are a number of things you must always keep in mind.”

“Bai-Ma,” he said softly, “I’m really sorry…”

“No. don’t be. But let me continue,” she said in a low even tone. The first thing you must remember is that I am an employee in this house and I must keep my professional life separated from my personal life. Do you understand that?”

Xavier nodded dumbly, his head hanging almost in shame.

“Second,” Bai-Ma continued, “if either of us ever get caught in our relationship, if anyone ever finds out, we will both be in very serious trouble. So we must be careful. Look,” she said, pointing at the door, “the entrance is not even locked; anybody could have come in.

“Third, and this is very, very important. You have come here to the city in order to study. In college, you are very disciplined I know. You carefully earmark your time for classes, for the swimming pool, for athletics, and you also study at home. So you must not allow distractions like this morning to come in your way. Right? You understand, don’t you?” she asked with concern in her voice.

“And finally, I think you know already how sex and ejaculating so frequently can affect your performance escort bayan in sports. Correct? You must show discipline!” Xavier sat unmoving next to Bai-Ma, head hung as he stared at the floor between his feet, listening to her words. He knew she was right on all counts and he felt rightfully chastised. But there was a growing confusion in his mind with a plethora of thoughts and emotions running through it. That moment was not the time to try and unravel the incertitude in his brain; his heart was beating faster than normal and all of the post-orgasmic euphoria had dissipated.

Bai-Ma looked at him as he sat silently and her heart went out to him; had she been unnecessarily harsh? Maybe there was no need to sound so pragmatic when they had such a sensual relationship going between them. She felt she had doused his fire completely; that was the vibe she was getting and it put her mind in turmoil. She still had his hand in hers but he didn’t react when she gave it a little shake. It was time for her to leave and she felt a wrenching pain in her heart as she stood up slowly, releasing his hand and placing it gently on his lap. She bent to kiss him on the head, then turned and walked to the door. She slipped in to her rubber flip-flops, opened up her umbrella and left for the mansion. It was 7:32 a.m.

***

Bai-Ma greeted the lady of the house who was standing at the head of the broad but short flight of stairs that led up to the lower floor of the mansion; she had been somewhat concerned as she spied Bai-Ma walking across the slushy lawns instead of on the footpath. “Namaste, Madam,” the handmaiden greeted the lady as she climbed the stairs after folding the umbrella once she was under the portico.

“Good morning, Devyani,” the lady replied, “you could have slipped on the wet grass. It was not a good idea to step off the pathway and take one of your short-cuts.”

“Sorry, Rani Sahiba. I was getting a little late so I thought I would cut across. Thank you for your concern,” Bai-Ma said as both of them walked indoors. As they went towards the library, Bai-Ma looked around and marvelled for the millionth time in the last decade at the regality of the mansion; the high ceiling and the arches of the huge walls made of pink marble, the more prosaic marble at her feet, the tall windows that stretched about twelve feet upwards from the floor, the chandeliers and wall mounted lighting. It was an old building, constructed at the behest of her grandfather during the days of the raj. Of course it had gone through multiple renovations over the decades and some serious modernisation of the fixtures and fittings, including the electrical wiring and water pipes; all under the lady’s supervision a few years ago.

Like Bai-Ma, the staff at the estate called the lady either Ma’am or Rani Sahiba, although her real name was Gayatri Laxmi. While the word ‘Rani’ means queen or princess, the word ‘sahiba’ is a respectful term of address for a woman. Together, they could mean The Lady, or Queen. The reason for this deferential address lay in the lady’s background. Her grandfather had been a maharaja and his wife naturally, a maharani. The maharaja and his ancestors had ruled a state in the northern agricultural heart belt of modern day India, in fact a kingdom, for more than 400 years till they were compelled to accede and integrate themselves into the post-colonial republic. That was followed by years of substantial annual pay-outs by the government to the erstwhile rulers; something called privy purses that continued till as late as 1970. However, Rani Sahiba’s wealth came additionally from the sale of various ancestral properties, including gold and real estate, and a wise investments over the years. At the age of 48, she was the only surviving grandchild of the former maharaja.

On that rainy morning Lady Gayatri sat on the library balcony with her handmaiden Bai-Ma, enjoying her first cup of tea to kickstart the day. She did this on many mornings, except Sundays, while the two talked about a wide variety of subjects during their one hour of blissful tranquillity. They spoke about the household and staff, they often discussed some of the many charities that the lady was involved in, they opinionated on the country’s politics and social issues, and the lady even brought up her personal finances as a matter of discussion sometimes. Bai-Ma was part companion, part confidante, and full-time right-hand woman to the Lady.

Sitting on the covered balcony, sipping tea and looking out at the rain cascading down, Bai-Ma’s mistress suddenly asked “So how is Xavier doing in his studies and extra-curricular activities at college?”

Bai-Ma was taken aback because this was the first time Javi had come up in the conversation. She was also surprised at the question itself; why did Madame think that she, Bai-Ma, would know such details about a person who was essentially just a tenant of sorts? But of course she replied, attempting to do so in a casual and unperturbed manner. “I’m not too sure about the details Ma’am but I know he studies a lot in his room and he is very particular about his morning regimen of jogging and exercising.” After a moment of contemplation, she added “He seems very motivated so I can only assume that he is doing well at university.”

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YARDWORK

Chapter 1

“SON of a BITCH!!”

What was left of the bush I was trying to remove from my yard was not cooperating, and I was not happy.

“I don’t think that that’s what they meant when they said to talk to your plants, Tom.” Startled, I looked up to see who had responded to my outburst. Standing in the greenway behind the yard was Lisa, my neighbor, my delightful little doll of a neighbor. A smidge over five feet tall, with a face like Bridget Bardot surrounded by shoulder length chestnut hair and curves that could turn the Pope into a raging horndog. Fifty years old going on twenty-two, a hundred or so pounds of deliciousness.

We had talked frequently enough, sharing funny memes and jokes and enjoying photographing the unusual birds near our homes, the egrets and herons and migrating geese. She and I had been flirting for years, and despite suggestive language, revealing clothing, and “accidental” rubs of key body parts against me, nothing serious had ever transpired. She had mastered the art of taking things right to the edge before backing off and I had long ago forgotten about ever hooking up. I have never been into playing games, and I certainly wasn’t going to start now. But what a view.

Oh holy shit. Look at that, the high beams are on. Eyes up, boy.

“Uh, yeah. I’m trying to get this out, but it has other ideas.” Oh fuck me, that is a world class rack. Cleavage and nips, and no bra. What could be better?

“Did you soak the ground before you started digging?”

“Yeah, I did, but this thing has been here since the house was built and the roots go deep.” And could those shorts be any smaller? Ooo, I just love me that tiny ass.

She stepped toward the bush and knelt on the other side of it, facing me. Leaning forward to see what I had done, the scoop neck of her shirt dropped a bit more, giving me a pretty much full on view of her magnificent globes, her nipples straining to poke through the fabric. Oh jeebus have mercy, I could get lost in those babies.

She interrupted my reverie. “Ahem.” Uh…”AHEM.” I lifted my gaze to meet hers, her large grey-green eyes locked on me.

“Geez, dude. It’s not like you’ve never seen tits before.”

No time like the present. “But I’ve never seen yours, and they are magnificent.” She actually blushed and dipped her eyes demurely, then looked back at me.

“Touché.” We both held the stare for a few seconds before she spoke, looking down at the bush.

Her breath caught up short. “Wh…wh…what seems to be causing the problem?”

“I think it’s the taproot. This thing has been here for over 50 years and the taproot is very hard and very deep.” I watched her face to gauge her reaction to my obvious double entendre.

“Well, if you got it wet enough it would slide out easily,” she fired back immediately. Oh goddam, she gives as good as she gets. “Did you use your fingers to feel for a place to cut it?” Zing.

“Yeah, I got three of them way into the hole, but couldn’t find it.” Back atcha.

“Just like a man.” Game, set, match. I could see I was outclassed. “So what’s your next step?”

“Probably just dig all around it down about two feet down and cut it off there.”

“Sounds like a plan. Before you start doing that, can I get some water? Watching people work makes me thirsty.”

So I was going to have an audience. “Sure, I have some inside.” I went to the kitchen and grabbed a couple of bottles out of the refrigerator. Returning to the yard, I found her settled into a chaise, doing that fanning thing where they grab the neck of their shirt and pump air across their chest. Yep, just as I thought. No tittie binder, and those babies are fucking trophies. Best in class.

“Thanks, handsome.” She rolled the chilled bottle on her neck and the moisture that had accumulated on it rolled down her chest and under the shirt. “Fuck, it’s hot.” With a smile at her I turned to my task. Hot, indeed.

She was right about the heat, and I was sweat soaked in minutes. When I stripped off my t-shirt, I heard a noise from her direction that sounded like “Wow.” I smiled to myself; I was pretty proud of my physical condition, the product of hours in the gym and lots of physical labor at home. I knew I wasn’t an Adonis, but even in my fifties I was NOT going to become a fat, flabby old man if I had anything to say about it.

Taking a long, cold drink from my own bottle, I glanced at her. She had rolled up the hem of her tiny shirt, exposing her rock hard abs and the bottom half of her splendid rack. I do love underboob, it leaves just enough to the imagination and is sexy as hell.

“Well, someone is getting comfortable.”

“Not really,” she answered. “It’s still too fucking hot.” She languidly stretched out her tanned legs on the chaise, lifting her arms back over her head and pulling the shirt up farther, briefly exposing the bottoms of her darker görükle escort pink aureoles. She noticed my stare and brought her arms down, smiling and wagging her finger at me like I was a misbehaving child. Oh, fuck me to hell. I’m about a minute away from jumping her.

“Back to work, you.”

It was difficult concentrating on a chore with this petite little goddess lying there mostly naked, but I managed to get most of the hole dug. “OK, that’s enough,” she called to me after about half an hour. “You’re making me tired just watching you. Come over and talk to me.” You don’t have to tell me that more than once.

I couldn’t help but notice her tiny shorts, really not much more than loose boy shorts. Even with her small stature they made her legs, her shapely legs, look longer as she reclined comfortably, and I wondered if she was going commando. My appreciative gaze wandered along her entire length as she spoke. She is one beautiful woman, she is. And my shorts are becoming quite tight.

“Enjoying the view?”

“Yes, very much.” No point in being coy. I want to fuck your brains out, lady.

“So what do you do with your time since you retired? Are you seeing anyone?”

“Whatever I feel like doing, whenever I feel like doing it. I like to say that being retired means I have nowhere to be and no time I have to be there. Bike, gym, travel, read, whatever. And I see who I want to see, but no, no one special.” I had retired from the Army, taught for a few years, and my simple needs meant I lived a pretty comfortable life. Two failed marriages with no ongoing financial obligations had taught me valuable life lessons.

She looked at me for a long moment, seeming to consider my words.

I continued. “Now I have a question for you.”

“Yes?”

“Do you enjoy torturing me?”

“Torture?

“Yes, that’s the word. Between the amount of skin you’re showing me and your obvious flirting, we both know where this is going. Why today? Why now?”

“Where do you think this is going?”

“Don’t be coy. You’ve been teasing me since the first time I met you. You always come on all sexy and hot, rubbing against me, making sure you’re wearing your sexiest clothes, flashing some skin now and then, and leading with one double entendre after another. But when I start to call you on it you immediately start backpedaling, suddenly having something else to do. Don’t be a tease.”

“I’m not…

“Yes, you are. You are a stunningly beautiful woman who is about two seconds away from being completely nude on my patio, I am a typical red-blooded American male who appreciates beauty, and you’re coming on to me yet again. Time to show your hand, girl.”

“Do you really think I’m beautiful?” Her voice had softened almost to a whisper.

“Um, yeah. You have to know the effect you have on men.”

“No one ever tells me that.” Her lower lip actually quivered.

“Then you’ve been hanging out with the wrong people. You look like a fucking goddess.”

“Thank you. I’ll be honest. I think I was fishing for those compliments. My ex spent years putting me down, especially when he was drinking, and I’ve had a lot of trouble getting past that. My ego needed a boost.”

“I don’t believe in insincere praise. I meant every word I said.”

“I know you did, that’s why I like you. Give me a hug.”

I leaned forward and laid my head next to hers. Her arm came up around my neck and she held me to her for a long moment. “Thank you again,” she whispered into my ear. “You make me feel special.” I lifted my head and looked into her gorgeous eyes from six inches away.

“Lisa, when you know how special you are, you can do anything. What other people think is of no consequence.”

Are those tears I see forming? I barely had a moment to consider the questions when she pulled my head to her face and our lips met, gently lingering together for several seconds. Her lips were soft, eminently kissable, and tasted faintly of something minty. We broke the kiss and I sat back down.

Without a word, she briefly sat up, and crossing her arms, grabbed the tiny shirt and whipped it off over her head. Her magnificent breasts were now fully exposed. She sat back down and stared at me, her eyes challenging me to do something.

Sweet mother of god, I do believe I have achieved Nirvana. Now, at my age I had certainly seen more than my share of boobs up close and personal. Small ones, big ones, perky ones, flabby ones, once or twice even enormous ones, but never — never — had I seen tits so perfect.

And “perfect” didn’t begin to describe them; they were magnificent. They were large for a woman her size, maybe a C cup, and stood straight and proud on their own. They were natural, with no signs of artificial enhancement, two glorious half cantaloupes siting firm and upright. The lack of a tan line indicated time spent either on a tanning bed or sunbathing au naturel. Each one eskort bayan was a perfect monument to femininity on its own; together they were Venus de Milo, Boticelli’s Venus, and the Playmate of the Year wrapped into one.

Her nipples were prominent, the aureoles just the perfect size around them, and contrasted nicely with the firm skin of her mounds. The valley between them cried out for attention, for an endless string of kisses or even a bed for the hardon that was struggling to escape the confines of my shorts.

“Holy shit,” was all my racing mind could conjure. She smiled.

With that smile still on her face and her grey-green orbs locked on me, she hooked her thumbs into the waist of her tiny shorts, and lifting her hips slightly slid them down her legs and off. I was right, nothing underneath them except her skin. The image was complete. Holy fuck, I can’t breathe. This is not real.

And there she was, in all her glory. I couldn’t help but notice her small and well-groomed but still prominent bush, a feature I have to admit I enjoy as I don’t like my partners to look like they’re prepubescent children. Trimmed to a nice little triangle, pointing the way to paradise. Her inner lips were prominent, showing just a hint of pink from this angle. Is that a drop of moisture I see? I can smell the desire.

Her astounding chest was accentuated by the rock-hard plain of muscle from which it rose. Not an ounce of excess there, no. Her hips were narrow, promising a nice, tight ass, and she had just the right amount of curve as they flared out from her waist.

Shitfire, even her tummy is sexy.

Something else struck me — she was ink free. I am not a big fan of tats; while a discreet little flower or butterfly might be a nice touch, the huge sleeves and body coverings leave me cold as I think they distract from a woman’s natural beauty and make her resemble a biker mama or a stripper. Tramp stamps bug me: maybe it’s my age, but I find them off-putting. There was nothing on her perfect body to distract from the breathtaking image before me, her skin covered with a thin sheen of perspiration in the beating sun. Too fucking sexy.

Her voice broke my reverie. “You look uncomfortable in those shorts.” She raised an eyebrow in challenge.

“Uh, yeah, a bit. I need to do two things first.”

“Really? What…” she stopped as I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers in a long, passionate kiss. Our faces melted together as our tongues danced. My left hand enclosed one of her breasts as she sighed contentedly, gently but insistently kneading her firm flesh. I squeezed her nipple with my thumb and forefinger as she moaned into my mouth. My hand brushed lightly across her other breast as I broke our kiss and bent to brush my lips across her abs, deferring my anticipated devouring of her glorious rack.

Fer chrissake, this is unbelievable. What a body.

My left hand gently stroked her leg as I kissed her midsection. So this is was the term “silky smooth skin” means…

“You don’t waste any time, do you?” she sighed.

“Not when a goddess is waiting, no.” My lips traces across her midsection, lower and lower, the salty tang of her sweat a suitable seasoning on the fest before me. Her musk filled my senses.

“Any straight man would willingly give up a body part to be where I am right now,” I told her. “But right now, it’s about you.” I dropped to the ground and knelt at her feet. I rested my hands lightly on the inside of her knees and directly met her gaze. She licked her lips in anticipation.

“You deserve to feel good about yourself,” I continued, “and I want to help you feel really, really good about everything today.” I bent to kiss the inside of her left calf, and slowly but inexorably kissing my way up her legs. A slight moan escaped her lips and she rolled her head back. Her legs relaxed and parted slowly.

I couldn’t resist an occasional glance up the length of her body, across the strong, firm thighs, the flat washboard abs, the mountains of delight lingering on the horizon. Her eyes were closed, her mouth opened just a crack as her tongue teased her lips. My lips grazed the insides of her thighs and her legs moved farther apart.

Resisting the urge to grind my face into her delightful honey pot, I suspended my face inches away and let my hot breath tickle it. Extending my tongue, I lightly touched it with just the tip, running it the length of her slit. A quivering moan escaped her barely parted lips.

Now, allow me to momentarily digress. I love eating pussy; it is about my favorite sexual act short of actually cumming. It’s infinitely intimate, simultaneously allowing a woman to expose her vulnerability while allowing a man to demonstrate how safe she is doing that. It is a gift from a man to his lover, a total focus on elevating her pleasure while subjugating his own for the moment. And I have found that women altıparmak escort who genuinely enjoy getting head are usually more than willing to give it in return.

But back to the task at hand. I moved my face in closer and lowered it, inserting my tongue into her canal and pressing my lips against her mound. As I slid up her dripping slit, my upper lip rubbed across her clit and fully exposed it, the rough surface of the tongue finally dragging slowly across it and turning her soft moans into slurred words of pleasure.

“Uuuuuhhhhh fuck yes oh fuck yes oh fuck yes…” I thought she was going to cry as I flicked her little man with the tip of my tongue. Her scent filled my nostrils and she whimpered.

Time to take this to the next level. Her knees were slightly lifted on either side of my head, so I moved my hands under them. With a gentle but insistent pressure I lifter her knees upward and toward her chest, lifting her hips and parting her box even more as I pressed my mouth firmly against it, burying my tongue as far as I could into her waiting hole. Her moans turned into outright screams.

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHOMIGODOMIGODOMIGODYESYESYES!!!!!!!!!” Her hands grabbed the back of my head and crushed it to her pussy as I drink in her hot juices. I continued to lick and suck and kiss every inch of her sex, this moment inserting my tongue and the next sucking on her swollen clit. Again and again I licked the length of her, pausing at the top to flick her button with the tip of my expert tongue. Without removing my mouth, I inserted a finger into her and curved it up, seeking that very special spot. I found it quickly and added another finger as she writhed and moaned. That finally did it.

“Ohfuckmeyesthatsamazingohshitimcumming……” I felt her body tense and her pelvis lift as her orgasm came closer. “Yesyesyesyes…” With a final push, she grabbed my head with both hands and pressed it tightly against her dripping box as her body quivered and her honey pot pulsed against my mouth and hand. “Unnngghhhhhhhh…”she grunted as wave after wave of release flowed through her. She was gripping my head so tightly that I could barely breathe, but I was going to see her through this.

As her orgasm subsided, she finally relaxed her grip on my head enough for me to grab a deep lungful of air. She was panting, gulping precious oxygen, her chest heaving and her body now dripping with sweat.

“Son. Of. A. Bitch.” she grunted. “I have never cum that hard in my entire life. Where the fuck did you learn to do that?”

“I’m guessing you liked it,” I replied from between her thighs.

“Uh, yeah, you could say that,” she chuckled. “Jesus H, that was great.” She was still catching her breath, her delicious mounds heaving.

Not wanting to lose the moment, I stood and gazed at her arrayed before me as I quickly unfastened my shorts and pushed them and my boxers down my legs, stepping out of them. Straddling the chaise, I slid my legs under hers and used my hands to support the backs of her knees. She was now bent almost in half, her soaked pussy wide open, the brown bud of her ass just below, my now raging hardon resting on her prominent labia.

Moving only my hips, I slid back enough to bring the head of my engorged cock to her opening, then slowly, ever so slowly, pushed my hips forward so it entered her. I could see her eyes widen and heard a small gasp as I pushed into her with exquisite slowness. I kept my eyes locked on hers as I moved my hips more, inexorably pushing more and more of my engorged cock into her until my balls rested on her ass, her sweet wetness surrounding and caressing my burning rod.

“Careful buddy, I’m still pretty sensitive from that tongue lashing you just gave me.” Holding myself tight against her dripping honey pot, I rotated my hips so my cock would describe a circle inside her, our eyes still locked on each other.

“Now where did you learn that trick?” she gasped.

“Something I picked up along the way,” I answered. “Just enjoy it.” I began slowly stroking my rod into her, out a bit then back in, slowly but insistently. A whimper escaped her lips. I began to increase the pace of my pumping, my balls pressing against her delightful ass with each stroke. A small whimper escaped her lips and her eyes closed.

Slowly easing her legs down over mine, I slid my hands up her thighs and over her hips, down the sides of her ribcage until my hands could reach underneath her shoulders. With gentle but insistent pressure I indicated that I wanted her to sit up, so she grasped my arms and together we brought her to an upright position and onto my lap so she faced me with her legs around my waist and my cock still buried in her. Our lips crushed together, and our tongues sought out the other voraciously, her breasts smashed against my upper chest. My hands grasped her delightful ass cheeks and moved with her as her own hips took up the rhythm and she moved up and down on me. Breaking the kiss, she buried her face on my shoulder and focused on the sheer physicality of our act and the orgasm again building in her.

“I don’t believe this, I’m gonna cum again,” she whispered next to my ear, the pace of her movements increasing.

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Julie had driven by the house many times always wondering if the subtle house that was located just outside the industrial park was legit or not. She had contemplated getting a massage and the thought of getting a massage from “one of those” places intrigued her. She had always been so conservative, never taking a chance or do anything wild or out of the ordinary was actually thinking of pulling in and if nothing else checking the place out.

Julie had always been intrigued with the idea of being pampered by another woman and if something happened along the way let’s just say the idea really turned her on. With her heart racing Julie pulled into the driveway and made her way around to the parking lot in the back so her car would be out of sight just in case. She stepped from her car and walked up to a heavily screened door. She looked up seeing a camera hanging under the eave looking down on anyone that came to the door.

Taking a deep breath Julie rang the buzzer. She stood there waiting to see if anyone was going to answer. She could hear footsteps coming toward her from inside yet no one came to the door. She looked at the camera again thinking that whoever was inside was probably checking her out. Then the door opened and a very attractive Korean woman answered the door. She was about 5’4″ with raven black hair that came just below her ears.

She had a beautiful figure and was wearing a beautiful blue silk dress with a subtle floral print. Julie wondered if she was wearing any panties since she couldn’t see any sort of panty line and she noticed the woman wasn’t wearing a bra. The woman studied Julie for a couple of moments as if she was trying to figure out why someone like Julie was doing there.

“Sorry…we not hire.” She finally said with a frown.

“I’m not looking for work. I’m interested in getting a massage if that’s alright.” Julie shot back at her.

The woman looked at her as if to say, “You want what?”

“Do you massage women, or is it just men?” Julie asked again.

“Yes, I massage…you come inside.” The woman smiled and held out her hand to Julie,

She took Julie’s hand and led her inside into what was once probably a living room. She looked around seeing a couch that looked like it came from the Salvation Army store, and a couple of mismatched end tables, and a lamp that looked like it was from the ’60’s. Despite the questionable decor, the place was neat and tidy and was much nicer than Julie had imagined.

“So how much is it for a massage?” Julie asked looking at the woman.

The woman pointed to a sign that read 1/2 hour $45…1hour $60.

“So what do you get with the half hour massage?” Julie asked the woman.

“You get massage, no oil, and no shower after.” The woman replied.

“And for the hour massage?” Julie asked again.

“Ah much better bargain. With hour you get nice massage full body massage with lotion, your choice of Swedish, deep tissue, or…” Julie interrupted her.

“Swedish, that’s the light touch right?” Julie quizzed the woman.

“Yes. It very light touch make you feel very good inside. Plus I work on any problem area, and you get shower afterward.” The woman said again.

“OK, I’ll take the hour massage.” Julie smiled.

Good choice. You pay now.” The woman said holding her hand out.

Julie handed the $60 to the woman and followed her into a room. It was dimly lit with soft music playing and the smell of incense but not overpowering. There was a large mattress on the floor and ranks of lotions on the wall. The woman told Julie to undress and that she would be right back.

“Do I take off all my clothes?” bursa escort Debbie stopped and asked her.

“Yes unless you want oil on them. Now please get undress and I be right back.” The woman said before walking out the door.

Julie undressed folding her clothes neatly and placing them on a table. Then she lay down waiting for the woman to return. Julie was still nervous wondering what she had gotten herself into and if she’d made a bad choice. She could still get dressed and leave. She jumped when there was a tap on the door and the door opened. She looked over her shoulder to see the woman return with a smile on her face making Julie feel at ease.

“Relax. I give you good massage.” She said kneeling down beside Julie.

The woman started working on Julie’s neck and shoulders as Julie sighed from her beautiful relaxing touch. She could feel the tension and the anxiety leaving her body as the woman continued working her neck and shoulders. As she worked on Julie they made small talk.

“So…what you name?” The woman asked.

“My name is Julie.” She replied.

“My name Kim, you enjoy massage so far.” Kim asked her.

“Oh yes Kim…you have a beautiful touch.” Julie answered.

Kim continued working on Julie, her soft feathery touches moving down Julie’s back. Kim moved her hands along Julie’s sides, her palms touching the exposed part of Julie’s breasts as she lay on her stomach. Feeling Kim’s hands on her breasts even just the small exposed portion sent erotic chill through her body. She wanted more and raised herself up slightly exposing more of her breasts wondering if Kim would get the hint. She felt so wicked but at the same time so aroused. As Kim moved her hands back up Julie’s side not only did Kim moved her hands along the more exposed portion of Julie’s breasts Kim paused and just held them for a moment. Julie heard herself moan softly from Kim’s touch.

“You like my touch you there?” Kim leaned forward and whispered in Julie’s ear,

“Oh YES,” Julie sighed.

“You naughty girl, you like more special massage?” Kim laughed softly.

Debbie felt as if her head was going to explode from arousal of Kim’s touch.

“Yes…yes I do.” Julie said with a slight moan escaping her lips.

“Alright…I do for you. When men come in and want special massage I change them $100 more, but I like you. I not charge you more.” Kim said with a big smile.

Kim then made her way down to Julie’s lower back causing her to wonder what Kim had in mind when she offered to do more. She found her heart throbbing again as Kim hands moved down her back toward her ass causing Julie to wonder if Kim was going to touch her there. She was a little disappointed when Kim avoided her backside and moved her hands down her leg instead.

Kim started working her left leg paying attention to her feet and calf but Julie’s disappointment was soon replaced with pleasure as Kim kneaded her tired calf muscles. After a few minutes Kim’s light feathery touches returned as her fingers began to move up the back of Julie’s leg. Her hands moved higher and higher up Julie’s leg sliding to the inside moving closer and closer to her inner thighs.

Julie parted her legs slightly giving Kim better access should she decided to touch her in a more erotic way. Kim’s fingers moved along her inner thigh as Julie hoped Kim was going to touch her pussy. But to her disappointment Kim moved her hands back down onto Julie’s legs then slowly moved her hands back up and onto Julie’s ass. Julie decided to stop trying to anticipate Kim’s every move and just relax and enjoy the massage.

Adding more lotion Kim bursa escort bayan began caressing Julie’s ass. Kim teased her as she moved her finger tips along the cleft at the top of her ass making Julie squeal. She felt Kim’s fingers move along her ass as if she were going to slide her hands between her cheeks any second. As Kim leaned forward Julie felt her foot touching the soft skin of Kim’s leg. She realized that her foot was now between Kim’s legs and she could feel Kim’s dampness on her foot.

Just at that moment Kim slipped her fingers between Julie’s cheeks, and began moving her fingers up and down her ass pausing as her fingers brushed Julie’s asshole. Feeling her fingers teasing her ass sent even more erotic jolts though her body down to her pussy. As Kim continued teasing her she suddenly realized that Kim was moving her pussy along her foot masturbating herself as she eased her finger slowly into Julie’s ass. The feeling was unbelievable as Julie raised her hips to meet Kim’s probing fingers.

Julie felt Kim’s other hand move between her legs again only this time her fingers were moving across her labia teasing her as she parted Julie’s folds and began exploring her pussy. She felt Kim’s lips on her back as Kim kissed her way down Julie’s spine to her ass where she started teasing her cleft with her tongue. Julie was about to scream out as her passion started to boil over.

“Now you turn over.” She heard Kim say just before she was about to explode into orgasm.

Needless to say Julie was more than a little disappointed. As she turned over and lay down on her back she saw Kim had taken off her dress and now they were both totally naked. Kim was on her knees smiling at Julie not saying a word as if she were posing for her. Kim cupped her breasts in her hands as Julie watched her rolling her nipples between her thumb and forefinger.

Kim’s nipples were now so hard and erect. Julie thought about taking them in her mouth and sucking on them but now her eyes scanned down Kim’s body focusing on Kim’s dark bush. Julie found herself wanting to move between Kim’s legs just to feel the softness of her bush on her cheek. Julie had often fantasized about making love to another woman and now if things worked out right she had the chance of making her fantasy come true.

“You like?” Kim asked.

“Yes very much, but why did you stop it felt so good?” Julie smiled

Kim just smiled as she poured more lotion into her hand and started spreading it over Julie’s legs. She began massaging the lotion in as she moved her hands up Julie’s legs still smiling. Then she did something totally unexpected. She maneuvered herself over Julie’s left foot and then lowered her pussy down onto her toes. Julie could feel the dampness between her legs as Kim started moving her pussy back and forth over Julie’s toes.

Julie knew she should have been disgusted but somehow it seemed so erotic. Julie worked her toes between Kim’s folds and started gently wiggling them as Kim closed her eyes and started moaning softly. Now it was Julie’s turn to pleasure Kim. Kim rose up and started caressing her own breasts began twisting and tugging at her own nipples as Julie continued wiggling her toes in Kim’s pussy.

Kim was soon moaning and lost in her own passion as Julie watched the expression on her face. Kim was sliding back and forth working Julie’s toes around in her pussy and sliding up so her toes were teasing her clit. It was such a turn on to watch Kim using her foot as a sex toy. Just as she thought Kim was going to cum Kim moved so that Julie’s toes were now between her cheeks and sliding over her ass.

Kim was escort bursa gasping and moaning as she reached down and started rubbing her clit furiously taking herself toward what was surly going to be a powerful orgasm. Suddenly her body stiffened and Kim was rocked with an orgasm that shook her entire body. After a few minutes Kim smiled and parted Julie’s legs. Kim placed her face between her legs and began exploring Julie’s pussy.

Never had anything felt so erotic, her first time with a woman was going to be better than she had ever imagined. Julie gasped and squealed out as Kim continued running her tongue over her pussy exploring and teasing her to the point that she wanted to scream out in passion. The more she explored Julie with her tongue the more aroused Julie became.

Kim parted Julie’s folds allowing her juices to flow down onto her tongue as she started running her tongue up and down Julie’s wet pussy. Nothing not any kind of fantasy or imagination could have prepared Julie for the divine sensations that she was now experiencing. The more Kim licked and sucked her pussy the more she wanted to do the same to Kim.

“Kim…let me taste you to. Come up here and let me taste your pussy…please Kim let me lick your sweet pussy!” Julie pleaded.

As Kim raised her head Julie’s juices glistening on her lips and chin as she smiled and maneuvered around lowering her pussy onto Julie’s face. Julie reached up and guided Kim’s pussy down toward her tongue but no before pausing to look at her beautiful sex. Her lips were full and thick and her clit looked large as Julie slowly brought Kim’s pussy down onto her face. Her pussy was so wet and warm and filled with her love juices.

Her aroma was as erotic as Julie instinctively guided her tongue over Kim’s pussy while Kim in the meantime was working her fingers deep into Julie’s pussy. Julie continued exploring Kim’s pussy taking her time never having licked a woman before. She wanted to take her time and savour every moment of it as if it was going to be her only time to ever experience this.

She slipped her tongue past Kim’s folds and immediately found her opening where she eased her tongue inside and started tongue fucking Kim. Kim responded by gyrating her hips and grinding her pussy into Julie’s face while she took Julie’s clit into her mouth and began sucking it while she filled Julie’s pussy with as many fingers as she could manage. Julie moved from Kim pussy spreading her cheeks while as she started running her tongue up and down Kim’s ass.

She found Kim’s asshole to be very sensitive judging from Kim’s response. Julie eased her tongue into Kim’s ass and began tonguing her while Kim was taking Julie closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly Julie felt her pussy start to tremble and her clit throb as one powerful orgasm after another surged through her body.

Once she had finished cumming Julie rolled Kim onto her back and moved between her legs and filled Kim’s pussy with as many fingers as she could manage just as Kim had done to her. She worked her fingers inside Kim’s pussy listening to Kim’s moans of pleasure. Julie couldn’t believe how incredible it was to make love to someone as beautiful as Kim and to watch her become more and more aroused as she made love to her. Julie loved the taste of Kim’s pussy as she ran her tongue over it and then took her clit between her lips again listening to Kim’s moans of sheer pleasure.

Julie continued sucking and fingering Kim’s pussy taking her closer and closer to what she hoped would be a powerful orgasm. Kim grabbed Julie’s head pushing her pussy into Julie’s face as her body shook as the orgasms washed over her. Afterward the two women lay in one another’s arms kissing and cuddling until it was time for Julie to leave.

From that day forward Julie had a standing appointment every Friday for a massage and a round of beautiful woman to woman love.

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EMAIL FROM A FRIEND CHAP.2

Thursday evening, I phoned Lise to confirm I would be there for the week-end.

“Lise, I will leave the office tomorrow noon. Maggy will take care of closing. I will fly down in the early afternoon.”

“Good, I am impatient to see you. What time is your flight due in?”

“I don’t like commercial flights. I will fly my Cessna down, more flexibility. I will be taking off from Les Cedres and probably land at Island, if possible. If not, I will go for Buttonville. Depending on where I get an I.F.R. clearance from A.T.C. I don’t like moping around a big airport or city flying V.F.R..

“Ok, when will I know where and what time to pick you up?”

“I will give you a call before take-off to give you my E.T.A. I am more than impatient to be with you too, Lise.”

“See you tomorrow, then. I promise a good time, Fran. Be careful I still remember the fit your Mom had when you decided to learn to fly”

“Yes. I remember too.” With that we hung up. I was getting horny just earing her sexy deep voice and fantasizing about the week-end. I was sure that there would be some very hot sex with her. I never had sex with her, but I imagined all sort of hot scenes and went to sleep masturbating. And we had not seen each other for a while, so there was lots to catch up on.

She picked me up at Island, on the way to her place.

“You know, Fran, I am homesick and seriously thinking about going back. After all that time I think I could face the places where I used to go with Mario, without having a fit of tears.”

“What about Tony?”

“He knew it would be a temporary thing and that I would someday go back to Joan again.”

“Won’t he be mad or something?”

“No. He is getting older and his kids are growing so his family is becoming more important to him. Besides, he mentioned a few times that I should quit the Escort business. I am not ready for that yet.”

“You said you would quit if Mario took you back.”

“I don’t have the same feeling for Tony as I have for Mario, far from it.”

“I have to be honest with myself. If Mario was willing to take me back, I am not sure I would accept. I would be afraid to hurt him again, no matter how sincere I am in saying I would quit the business. Deep down inside myself, I am far from sure I could keep that promise.”

“This is sad, Lise.”

“I know, Fran, but I really love what I do. It is not the money.”

She had a very nice apartment with a view on Lake Ontario. She served drinks and we sat on her balcony to relax and enjoy the view.

“Fran, if I may ask. What is going on with Marge?”

“We make out, she dominates me. I love it. This was a surprise to me, finding out I am a submissive.”

“I would like to have you as a sub. You know before you got involved with Gerry, Marge and I were sort of competing to see which one could get you, but Gerry got to you and we had to back off.”

“I never suspected, Lise. But, at the time I did not even dream of being with a woman much less a sub to my own sister,”

We relaxed and later after a shower, she took me to a nice restaurant for dinner. We hit the town a bit. Back in her apartment, we undressed to get to bed, it was late. I was wondering where I would sleep. There were two bedrooms.

“Fran, stay naked and get in my bed, unless you don’t want to play. Then you can use the other bedroom.”

“I think your bed will do nicely, Lise.” She was very sexy and I was hot.

She is very sexy naked. I could see why she was a success as an escort. I was hot looking at her and getting wet. My pussy bursa escort lips swelled and my cunt throbbed. I saw she was also wet. Her cunt had a wet shine to it. Like me, she was completely shaved. Her nipples were standing out as were mine.

On the bed we kissed each other deeply, with passion, our hands running and caressing each other all over. I caressed the back of her neck with one hand and gently squeezed her breasts and nipples.

I SUBMIT TO LISE

She stopped kissing me, brought her mouth to my tits and bit them all over. She took my nipples with her teeth and pulled as she bit. This drove me crazy. Her hand massaged my cunt, grabbing my lips and pulling them hard, extracting moans and grunts from me.

“You love some pain. You are a real good slut, Fran.”

“Yes, Lise. I love some pain I crave it”

She sat on the side of the bed and dragged me across her knees by my hair. She proceeded to spank me hard with a little brush she had taken from the little bureau next to the bed. I made little yelps of pain and moans of pleasure.

“You have a nice ass. It deserves to be spanked and abused. I see you love this, slut.”

“Thank you, Lise. I need my ass spanked.”

She pushed two fingers in my cunt and her thumb in my ass and squeezed hard. I screamed with the pain I had never experience anything like that before. She kept spanking my thighs and did not let go, making me squirm twist and scream.

“Slut you will address me as Mamy. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Mamy. I promise not to forget.” I orgasmed hard from pain and pleasure.

“Slut, you came all over my thighs. Lick me clean.” I licked her thighs cleaning my juices from her. I was in a state of bliss and glad to serve her. Once she was clean, she lay back and spread her legs. I was still on my knees besides the bed.

“Slut, eat me. Make me come.” Again, taking a handful of my hair she pulled my face to her cunt. I wasted no time licking and giving little bites all around it and the inside of her thighs.

Her moans and grunts were music to my ears. I realised that I was really a submissive and not only to Marge, but to any woman that took control of the situation. I put a hand under her ass and pushed a finger in her back hole. She was so wet it went in easy and I fingerfucked her ass.

“You are a good slut for your Mamy. Now, your tongue in my cunt, deep.”

I did as told. She rotated her hips, humped my mouth and pulled my face tight to her. I fingered her ass faster and pushed my tongue as far as I could in her cunt. Her grunts and moans became louder. I was so happy to please her that I orgasmed My juices were running down my thighs.

” Now bitch. My clit suck it hard and two fingers in my cunt.” I was really in heaven pleasing her I sucked and lightly bit her clit. Finger fucked her cunt with one hand and her ass with the other, It pleasured me to ear her moans and grunts she was humping my face hard.

” You are a good slut. Mamy is pleased with you don’t stop make me come hard and take all my juices bitch.”

This made me increase the energy I was putting into pleasing her. She finally came hard, she had multiple orgasms pulling my hair to bring my mouth to her cunt hard I liked and swallowed her cum there was lots of it enough to surprised me but I managed to take all of it . It was all over my face some even got on my tits. I did not think a woman could have that much juice and cum in her after she came down a bit.

” You really are a good slut and bitch. Your Mistress did not exaggerate.

She turned around knelt on the floor and laid her upper body on the bed. I knew what she wanted. I got behind her spread her ass cheeks and ran my tongue up and down her crack, escort bursa all the way from her back hole to her lower back.

“That is it, slut. Use your tongue on Mamy’s back hole. You are being a good slut for me.”

I went from her back hole, up her crack down again, I licked her hole and pushed my tongue in it, to her moans and encouragement, until she had another orgasm.

“Now you have been good. Mamy will give her slut some pleasure. Get on the bed, on your back slut.”

She took a cushion from a little love seat, put it under my ass and tied my ankles to the side of the bed to keep me spread. She tied my hand behind my head with a piece of cloth. She got a magazine, rolled it up tight and wrapped it with tape.

She spanked my cunt with the rolled magazine, and then legs and tits, going from place to place. She seemed to know just how hard to spank to get me to yell and moan, giving pleasant pain, but not too much. She was enjoying herself because this lasted a long time. I was squirming and getting more and more in need of release.

“Please Mamy let this whoring slut come she will explode.”

“Mamy will make you come slut after you earn it.”

She straddled me and took my nipples pinched them hard pulling and twisting making me scream with the pain before slapping them again hard enough to bring tears to my eyes and screams and grunts from me.

“Now slut Mamy will make you come hard and please herself too.”

From a dresser she took and harness and slipped it on. I noticed that the dildo had little bubbles all over it.

“Now my lovely slut, Mamy will give you pleasure, you earned it.” She attached nipples clamps to herself and to me. They were double clamps I had never had those used on me before.

The bubbles on the dildo drove me crazy when she pushed in my cunt. It was big and long, filling me completely. I grunted and tried to push my hips up to get it all. I had a small orgasm as it went in.

She fucked me hard, almost violently The bubbles rubbed the inside of my cunt and drove me crazy with pleasure. Everyone of her thrusts were hard and deep. My moans and screams of pleasure mixed with her grunts and moans. I was having multiple orgasms. The pleasure was intense. The bubbles on the dildo were making my insides more and more sensitive. The walls of my vagina squeezed and spasmed hard. The nipple clamps pulled my nipples as Mamy pumped me hard and increased my pleasure. Mamy fucked me with more energy and louder grunts. I was on the verge of fainting.

“Mamy is coming slut.”

I felt her shake. She rose as she gave a hard push to get all the dildo into me and pulled our nipple clamps really hard. A great pain filled my tits and radiated to my belly and cunt. I had a fantastic orgasm and fainted.

I came around to find Mamy on top of me, breathing hard and shaking, as was I.

“That was good slut. I think you fainted. Are you okay?”

“Yes, Mamy. It was good. The pleasure caused me to faint.”

We rested for a while before she got off me. I liked the big dildo in my cunt. I was sorry when she pulled out. The feeling of her pulling out gave me another little orgasm.

“Now my slut will give me some pleasure, if she is rested enough.”

“Your slut is ready to please you Mamy.”

After removing her harness. She got another one from her bureau it had three dildos attached.

“You are about the same size as me this will fit slut.”

Once fitted on me, one dildo was in my ass, the other in my cunt and the third was ready to use on her. There was a protuberance at the front that rubbed and pressed on my clit. I had never worn a harness before. It made me hot and horny. The sensation of my two holes filled gave bursa escort bayan me pleasure and anticipation of what it would feel like to fuck her with this.

“You will fuck your Mamy doggy style, slut, and you better do a good job and make her come.”

“Yes Mamy I will pleasure you.”

She went down on her hands and knees. I kissed the back of her neck, sucked on her earlobes and caressed her tits and pussy with my hands. I slowly kissed all over her back. All the time she moaned and told me not to stop. When I got down to her ass, I licked and kissed and gave little bites, hard enough to make her yelp and move her ass up and down and around. I could tell by her moans she enjoyed that. I licked down her crack and played with my tongue in her back hole. She was twisted and grunted hard. This filled me with joy. I was pleasing her. She had an orgasm from my licking her back hole and ass.

“That was good, slut. Now fuck Mamy hard.” I put the dildo to her cunt and pushed. She let the air out of her lungs with a loud oouff and a moan.

She pushed back and I slowly humped her, slipping my arms around her hips and played with her clit. She moved with me, grunting and moaning, hard and loud.

“Fuck Mamy harder slut.”

I increased my speed. The feeling for me was intense. The dildo in my ass and cunt moved and vibrated slightly as I humped her and the protuberance on the inside of the harness rubbed and pressed on my own clit. I now understood why My Mistress and Mamy got off on fucking me with this toy. I would soon come, but I tried not to. I wanted to please Mamy before I orgasmed myself.

“Mamy is about to come. Fuck her harder slut.”

I fucked harder and pulled and gently pinched her clit. I felt her cum. She began to tremble, shake and grunt loudly. This encouraged me to pull her clit harder and put all my energy in humping her. She had multiple orgasms. Her yells, grunts and trembling, under me brought my own really earth shaking orgasm. I shook and collapsed on top of her. We were both shaking and getting small orgasms, like aftershocks. We finally came down from this and did not move, breathing hard and recuperating.

“How was it for you, Fran?”

“Great. I am so weak, I am not sure I can move.”

“Same here, you are good. I would like to live close to you and enjoy you more often.”

We finally untangled from each other and exchanged long passionate kisses.

“You know, Lise, my conscience is bothering me. I feel like I cheated on Marge.”

Come with me if you have the strength to walk I will show you something. She took me in the other room turned on the computer.

“This is an e:mail from Marge on Thursday. Read it.”

The EMail

Lise,

Fran will be visiting you this week-end. She is an excellent slutty sub and can take a lot. I don’t loan her out, ever. But, you are my best friend so you have permission, if she is willing, to play with her. But make sure she is not hurt or harmed . I mean this like I never meant anything before in my life. I trust you to take good care of her.

I really miss my association with you and Joan. It gets harder every day to stay away from the business.

Love, Marge

That was a surprise. Marge had been in the escort business.

“She quit the Escort business when she met Jimmy, Fran.”

“Okay but she says she misses it.”

” She was quite good at it especially with the lady clients.

“Lets go and eat I am famished after all that exercise.”

“One more thing, Fran. If you want to play tomorrow, I will arrange something for you that will be an experience you will enjoy.”

“What will it be?”

“You have to trust me it will be a surprise for you. I will only tell you that one of my kinks is that I am a voyeur.”

“I cannot refuse anything to the best friend of my Mistress.”

Her surprise was, I would be taken to a Dungeon, for her voyeuristic enjoyment.

This will be chapter no. 3

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I am writing this as a task for my Domme.

I was leaning over the kitchen island, staring into my glass of whiskey, and smiling about what a great day I’d just had. We hadn’t seen each other in months and I spent every day of those months looking forward to that day. In spite of all of that time spent thinking about it, I never came close to imaging just how great it would be. We had talked about doing a lot of things the next time we saw each other, but it wouldn’t have mattered what we did. I was just happy to be with you, receiving your smiles and those small glances we exchange when no one else is looking.

If I’m being honest, though, that is not entirely true. There was one thing that I desperately wanted to do that day. One thing I had been wanting for months. A thing I thought about almost daily. I looked across the kitchen at you just as you threw back the last of your drink. Your eyes locked onto mine. The look on your face told me that I might just get that one thing I’ve been wanting very soon. I lowered my eyes back down to my glass and took a sip to hide that I was smiling even bigger than before.

Because I was doing my best to get my thoughts under control, I didn’t notice that you had crossed the kitchen and walked around the left side of the island until I felt your hand slide under the back of my shirt. Your touch pulled me out of my thoughts. I felt your fingers trace up my spine, around my side and to the front of my hips, just above the top of my jeans. The front of your body pressed into the back of mine. I shut my eyes, a bit overwhelmed by all of the physical contact from you after months of none. Your lips brushed the back of my neck, not a kiss, just a light touch. You carefully placed a soft kiss behind my ear, and contrasted it with a firm, playful bite to my earlobe. My knees might have crumbled underneath bursa escort me if you didn’t have me pinned between you and the counter. I could hear the blood rushing in my ears and feel my pulse pounding in my neck. You must have felt it too because I felt your lips form a smile against my ear.

Just as quickly as you appeared behind me, you were gone, running your fingertips through the back of my hair as you walked around the other side of the island and headed for the entrance to the hallway. At the doorway, you turned back toward me and leaned up against the doorframe. Your ran your fingers through your long blonde hair, pushing it to one side before resting your head against the doorframe. Your eyes locked into mine again, this time you gave me that smile that I can’t help but smile back at.

“I’m going to bed,” you announced.

My heart sank a little. I started to wonder what that whole tease was about, but I knew it has been a long day and I’ve never been one to protest. So, I nodded, smiled back at you and took another sip. You turned over your shoulder and headed down the hallway, but halfway down you yelled back, “Are you coming or not?” In eager surprise, I tossed back what was left of my whiskey, probably more than I should have in one go but it didn’t faze me in that moment. I took off down the hallway at a light jog, but by the time I got there you had already made it to your bedroom. You had left the door slightly open and I could see a sliver of yellow light coming from the bedside lamp. When I pushed my way through the door, I was surprised to find you standing in the middle of the room facing the door. Your posture was impatient, arms crossed and weight shifted to one side.

“Took you long enough,” you teased, but you unfolded your arms with a smile. You walked toward me, hooked your fingers into escort bursa my front belt loops and pulled my hips into yours. You kissed me hard, asserting your intentions, erasing any doubt left in my mind. I brushed my thumbs along your jawline and started to thread my fingers into your hair, but you grabbed my wrists, pulled my arms out to the sides and then folded my hands behind my own head before running your hands down my shoulders and onto my chest.

“Not yet,” you whispered so quietly that I felt it as your lips moved against my own more than I heard it. I had talked about putting my hands in your hair so much, you know how desperately I wanted to. But you were going to make me wait, and I was willing to play along. I nodded my understanding and smiled back into your kiss.

While kissing down my neck, you pushed my shirt up with your left hand. Goosebumps followed the path of your lips down my body: first my neck, then my chest, stomach, and right hip. Your lips traced the line that your fingers had in the kitchen, across the front of my stomach, just above the top of my pants. I watched you kneel as you did this. The sight of you down there and the feeling of your lips along my beltline were almost too much to handle. I exhaled slowly, trying my best to keep my composure, but you made me inhale sharply when you bit the skin on my right hip. Clearly, you did not want me to keep it together. You kissed your way back up my stomach and chest to my neck where you made me inhale sharply again with another bite placed on the right side of my neck. You finished pulling my shirt up over my head and tossed it on the floor before sliding your right hand into my panties without unbuttoning my jeans. Your other hand was on my lower back, pulling me closer. Your fingers went to work, quickly working me toward an orgasm, but that wasn’t bursa escort bayan how you wanted to make me come. You guided me backward toward the bed, unfastening my jeans as you went. When we got to the edge of the bed, you pushed me back on it. Then you grabbed my jeans and underwear at the top of both hips, pulling both off in one, easy motion.

Your tongue took over for your fingers. I fell back on my elbows, trying to catch my breath without any success. I looked down at you – your pretty face looked damn good between my thighs, even better than I had imagined. I thought, maybe now you would let me touch you. So, I reached down, but before I could get anywhere near you, you grabbed my wrists again and pinned my hands to the bed. I pulled against your hands, arching my back into the bed, but you held fast onto my wrists. I realized then that you were going to make me wait until the last possible minute, but at the pace your tongue was working, I knew it wouldn’t be long.

Every exhale came out as a moan and I felt the rush building between my thighs. I looked back down at you and, almost without thinking, sighed your name. Your eyes met mine briefly. The sight of you combined with the feeling of your tongue was enough to push me right up to the edge. I pulled against your hands again and this time you decided to let go. When my wrists broke free, I buried both hands into your hair, pushing it back away from your face with my left and grasping a fistful with my right. I had thought about it a few times – the way a fistful of your hair would feel as I come – but it felt so much better than I had even imagined. I called your name again when I came, this time much louder than a sigh and surrounded by four letter words. When I finished, I feel back onto the bed. You gently kissed my inner thigh, making me inhale sharply one last time. You climbed up toward me and straddled my waist with your hands on my sternum. I looked up at you, looking down at me, while I ran my hands up your thighs and under the skirt of your dress. Now that you had finally let me touch you, I never wanted to stop.

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My girlfriend Laura is a beautiful young thing with hair the color of hay fields and eyes that resemble sapphires. Her breasts are designed as if they were meant for my hands alone, for they fit perfectly in my palms. Her waist is well defined and slim, with sloping hips and long, slim legs. For a lesbian, I have a weird desire to play with her ass. I fixate on it constantly, gripping it while plunging her body down on to a strap on. Slipping a finger inside while she’s not looking. I can’t help myself, not when she reacts the way she does. Giving short little moans of pleasures and gasps of shock.

She asks my constantly why I have such a fixation there, it’s just not something I can help. If you could see it, you’d understand. It’s firm yet soft in my hands, cupping against my hips when I take her from behind. There’s a tattoo she designed herself resting on her left hip. It’s a cherry with the Egyptian word for beautiful on it.

Laura likes it a little rough. Some of her favorite kinds of sex play is when I dominate her for hours, making her pleasure me before I give her due. This was one of those nights.

We had just gone out to buy new toys from the local Spencer’s, we bought a vibrating massager kit only to find out the nubbed tips were hard plastic, so she sent me back in to buy a second kit. We had just received a large dildo from our favorite web-page a day or so back, and decided to have some fun.

She decided she was in the mood for my domination abilities, and I wasn’t about to disappoint. I ordered her to dress up in the form fitting red corset while I slipped on my black negligee. Part of domination is control, and trusting your partner to be controlling with being harmful. One of the best ways I do that ton Laura, is to tie her down. Seeing that cute little face, eyes staring up at me, wide and helpless as take her…

I took out a paisley silk scarf and wrapped up her wrist tight, throwing her arms up above her head. “Now listen slave.” I grit my teeth as I speak, adding to the ferocity of my need. “You’re my pet, and I’ve taken it upon myself to give you proper training.”

She tingles visibly and tries to “struggle” loose. “No. Please don’t!”

I cover her mouth and push her down into the pillows. “Listen up slave. You’ll be luck if I don’t…” And at the next word I lean in close to her ear. “fuck…your tight body all night.” She giggles and I feel her muscles tighten in anticipation. Not wanting her to forget the truth, I whisper softly. “I love you.”

She squeals and I cover her mouth, taking out the belt and slapping it against her ass. Her rump arches towards the sensation and I grin, bringing it down a bit harder. Her cheeks turn red as the barrage of smacks come down. Again, again. “You’ve been a very bad slave, resisting me like that. You’ll have to be bursa escort taught to call me master.”

“Never!” she cries and this time really struggles hard. I have to force her back down pinning her body to the bed and bringing a hard smack against her rear. She whimpers pitifully, but I can see her smile poking through.

“You bad bad girl.” I yell, punctuating each comment with a hard spank. She groans in time with them, body begging for more. “I’m going to have to punish you.” I take our weakest vibrator, the one that’s just enough to stimulate without inducing orgasm and press it to her clit for a moment, bringing her wetness forth. One I can see the glistening wetness on her pussy, I take out brand new dildo and push it deep inside.

She pulses against it, jiggling pleasantly. I grin, and slip a pair of underwear over her, forcing the toy to stay in place until I’m ready. She makes an disgruntled noise as she realizes her punishment won’t be a sudden and “brutal” taking. “There we go.” I murmur and continue my spanking. Every time she tries to push back against the penetrating object, the spankings get harder and harder.

I’m soaking wet between my own thighs. My black silk panties are dripping with juice and clinging to my folds. Finally, I feel ready to make her obey and force her to sit up. The toy sinks deeper inside as she sits up on the bed and her eyes close in joy. I sit in front of her and grab her by the ponytail, forcing her to bow between my legs and whimper.

“Lick my pussy slave.” I order and let her get a brief lick of my outer fold. “Lick it up, and swallow every last drop.” I should let you know now, I’m what they call a gusher. So when I say “Lick up every last drop.” I’m practically asking her to drink Niagara Falls. She whines and tries to pull away, but I grab on tightly and push her face deep into my honey box.

She groans and starts licking slowly, first right around the rim of my entrance, her tongue deviling in and out quickly. I felt my thighs tighten around her head and I bite my lip, not wanting to moan till the right moment. My fingers bury themselves deeper into her scalp as the motion continues. Laura puts her tongue along my folds, sucking them into her mouth and nibbling the edges. I close my eyes and think of exactly what her lips are doing down there., I imagine every caress as it happens, seeing it as if on a movie screen, where all angles are visible.

She plays her way up, all the while listening to my comments of ‘Good slave, lick that tight little pussy’, and of course, the whispered ‘I love you.’ Finally, she reaches my clit. At the first swipe of her tongue against that small circle of pleasure, I sink into the pillows and moan loudly. Her mouth plays with it again and again, sucking it into her teeth and grasping it with her escort bursa slippery jaw. I spray her chin with wetness, a mini-gasm taking me. She breaks character and giggles as the juices roll down her neck and I grin excitedly.

“Did I say you could stop woman?” I question angrily and force her back down to my clit, pressing her in deeper, almost to where she can’t breath.

“Forgive me mistress.” She gasps out and takes my clip into her mouth again. My juices have become sticky and white. She love it when I’m like that. She says they taste better. I can smell her scent from where I am and realize that as much as I’m supposed to be dominating her, I have to keep up her pleasure too, or she’ll lose the need to give me mine.

“Put your fingers between your legs.’ I order. She obeys, her hands traveling down past her breasts, over her stomach and between her legs to finger the slippery wetness. “Good slave girl. Now…rub your clit good and hard.”

She pushes her fingers close and jerks them up and down quickly, making her own thighs stick with goodness. “Oh god Kalynn!” she whines and stops her task between my legs for a moment. I allow her that moment, just because I enjoy watching her desperate. She groans and her fingers move faster and faster over her own tight pussy. I sit up, my orgasm unattained, but I’m patient, I have all night to get what I want from her. The role of master is a difficult one to play. I must make it seem as if my needs are the only ones in this game, all the while fulfilling hers.

She’s touching herself more and more, planning those slim digits deep in her honey pot and groaning. I take a small vibrator and turn it on playing with her ass for a while, collecting wetness on the toy. Just as I hear her voice arching for orgasm, I grab her hand and toss it away from her entry. She gasping in anger, threatening against me.

Without an explanation, I grab her neck and push her into the pillows, pressing the vibrator into her tight sphincter. She gasps in shock, those blue eyes widening and her mouth open. “That’s it little slave.” I smile and press it in harder. “Take it, take it like you know you want to.” I force it in and out of her, turning up the vibration and watching her squirm. “Say you like it.”

Laura can’t speak for a moment, her body’s too into the need for the toy. I groan and take the belt, slapping it against her flesh again. She jolts and whispers “yes.”

“What did you say slave?” I ask and spank her harder and harder. “I couldn’t hear you.”

“I like it.” She cries out, holding the bed sheets with a death grip. “I like it!” she moans my name out and thrusts back against the vibrator inside her.

I reach into my own pussy, pulling out the sweet nectar and drawing out words on her back.

M-I-N-E.

She knows bursa escort bayan what it means and arches towards me, practically demanding more. But no. I’m ready for my pleasure. She won’t get hers till I’ve seen her scream for it. Not till I see her ready to attack me for it. I push the toy in one last time, then slip it out, pulling her around and back between my legs.

Laura is desperate for it down. She dives in passionately, gripping my clitoris without hesitation and pulling it to her mouth. I gush the moment she touches me. The sheets are tainted with the liquid and I yell openly. “Oh yes Laura!” I can feel my orgasm only moments away. I scream and watch the next wave wash over her cheeks. “Fuck my pussy with your tongue.” I scream.

Laura laughs eagerly and does the motion with her tongue. She flicks my clit over and over again, catching it in her teeth and biting lightly, thrusting two fingers deep in my entrance. “Oh Kalynn.” She moans and works harder in harder for my pleasure. “Oh Kalynn I love you so much.”

“That’s it slave. That’s it.” I order, feeling my back arch and my hips tighten as the orgasm push outward. I let out the breath I’ve been holding, determined to stay off the orgasm and let her remain down for a few more minuets. I failed. Her tongue was too sweet against my body, too wet and perfect, slipping in exactly the right spots to drive me insane. I couldn’t hold back. I grabbed her hair and arched against her mouth. “Oh, yes, Laura! Take me!” I screamed. “Lick my clit! Oh gods baby I love you so much!”

I came all over her sweet face, my orgasm gushing out all over her face and dripping onto the bed sheets. I let her lick even past the orgasm, enjoy the way my now overly sensitive clitoris screamed against her attentions. When I finally became too much to handle, I tapped her forehead, our signal that it was too much.

She lifted her head, my pussy cream all over her lips and her fingers dripping with white juice. I know I was playing the dominatrix mistress, but you’ve never seen the way she smiles at me when she’d made me cum. I pushed myself up off the bed and hugged her close, licking my own cream off her face. “Thank you.” I whispered. “I love you.” My knees were weak and my legs felt like spaghetti noodles. I pulled her onto the bed with me.

“Did you enjoy that?” Laura asked, her fingers gripping my back and we held one another.

I laughed. As if she couldn’t tell by the small lake in the middle of the bed. “Oh gods baby.” I grinned and licked her cheek. She hates it when I do that, but all the same, I think she likes the affection. “Laura it was wonderful.”

She gives a satisfied little hum and cuddles me. Yes people, dykes cuddle after sex too. I can feel her wetness pressed against my thigh and suddenly, she moves up and down against me. “Oh, still not satisfied are we slave?” I grab her by the shoulders and flip her over onto the bed. I pull out the large dildo and poise over her like a knife ready to penetrate her breasts. “Get ready slave girl…because I’m not done with you yet.”

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The day had started out normal enough….I was out running errands, caught up in getting things done. I needed a new dress for my husband’s company party and I stopped by one of my favorite stores to see if they had something sexy for me to wear. Walking into the store, I was bombarded by all the colors, textures and sexy clothing. I was looking around taking everything in, when my eye caught someone familiar. I looked up and made eye contact with Claudette, a woman I had known in an intimate fashion. My face immediately grew flushed, instant memories flooding my body. Our eyes locked, each of us feeling the waves of heat crashing between us. I looked down, overwhelmed by lust, images of her body and smell assaulting my mind. I glanced back up and she was gone….I wondered if I had imagined her as my hands absently shuffled through the dresses. I was now distracted, trying to concentrate on the task at hand, sensual memories running through me. I could feel my lust settle into my cunt, wetness beginning to gush through the material of my panties. I somehow managed to pick out some dresses and wandered to the dressing room in a sensual haze. I put the dresses on the hook and began to undress. I pulled my shirt over my head and shimmied out of my jeans. I stood there in my bra and panties, loving the curves of my body. I noticed my long, dark hair and full sensual lips. My generous breasts filled out the cups of my bra as I traced my palms over their lusciousness. I ran my hands down my form, feeling the soft skin and moved my palm over my pussy, the heat and wetness pulsating through my panties. I closed my eyes, caught up in the moment. I reached my hand out to pull a dress off the hanger, when a hand closed over mine, making me gasp. I turned around and there was Claudette standing in the dressing room with me.

“What are you doing here?” I whispered indignantly, trying to mask my desire.

“I could ask the same thing of you.” She countered, not bothering to mask her lustful gaze as it flickered up and down my half-naked form.

Her fingers now cradled my wrist, her thumb moving back and forth sensually across my pulse point. I’m sure she could feel how hard my heart was beating.

“We can’t do anything here…why don’t I meet you somewhere?” I suggested, not really sure I wanted her to agree with me.

“You and I both know that you aren’t getting out of this dressing room without my mouth being buried in your cunt and making you cum long and hard. ”

My sharp intake of breath belayed my desire and her hand moved quickly, rubbing against my soaked panties.

“Yes, you’re already wet aren’t you? I know you like to pretend you are good girl, but you are such a bad girl.” She confidently assessed, her eyes and hands stroking the embers of my raging lust. A weak nod of my head was bursa escort all I managed before her mouth descended on mine, possessing me in a moment, all thought of propriety went out the window. She pushed me against the wall and began to kiss her way down my body. Her deft hands removing my bra quickly. Her mouth licking and sucking at my nipples, my back arching, biting my lip, trying not cry out. She quickly moved on. I felt the kisses lower and lower on my tummy, my body beginning to shake with this forbidden desire. I felt my panties pulled to one side as she kissed my inner thighs. I could sense the cold air on my pussy, somehow it magnified the moment, slowing time down. I watched her on her knees, her bent head and auburn hair swinging as her mouth moved. I imagined what her full lips looked like as they latched onto my clit, expertly hitting the right spots for maximum pleasure. My thoughts were forgotten as she made first contact, her tongue sliding along my slit, probing deeply into my cunt. Her mouth began to open me up, running up and down my wet labia.

“You smell so good and you taste even better.” She murmured as she dove into my muff. The flat of her tongue slid up and down the length of my vagina, rimming my hole and making my belly quiver. I reached behind me, trying to find something to hold onto as she pulled me under in a sea of pleasure. Her tongue wanted to greet every part of my quim, finding out what places made me gasp the most. She continued to smear honey around, the lapping and sucking sounds of her mouth along with my groans filling the small room. I briefly wondered what the sales people must be thinking. Anyone could have walked by and seen a woman’s form kneeling down and the unmistakable sounds of sex….ooohhh….I gave up thinking as another wave of pleasure hit me. Her finger began finding it’s way up my tight sheath, steadily moving as her mouth clamped down on my clit. I arched my back against the wall and bit my lip. She quickly moved her head from side to side, wringing a deep moan from me as I felt her tongue rapidly move over my engorged love button. I spread my legs wider and put my hands on her head, driving her deeper within me. I felt her finger sliding in and out easily, soon another finger was circling my hole and making its way inside to join the first. She began to perform a come hither motion on my g-spot as she doubled her efforts with her mouth. I bit down on my hand, trying to stifle the load moan beginning to erupt from deep within me. My hips began to buck, overcome with the need to move against her mouth and fingers. She once again moved her head rapidly against me and her digits worked in and out of my hungry cunt, driving me wild. She pulled her face out of my pussy and looked at my face etched in delicious pleasure. Her hand continued to pump inside escort bursa of me.

“Let me see you fuck those fingers.” She encouraged as I plunged up and down, my juices coating her fingers. Her eyes feasted on the succulent sight in between my thighs.

“God, that is so hot! You are such a nasty girl. Now suck my fingers and taste your juice.” She seductively instructed

I grabbed her hand and slowly began licking up one finger, wanting to preserve this moment as I looked into her eyes, her mouth opening in ecstasy as my mouth engulfed her honey coated fingers. I loved the taste of myself on her and sucked every drop of sweet marrow off her manicured hand. Kissing it, I put her hand on her perky, rounded breast and covered it with mine, kneading the soft tissue and making her nipple pucker out. She pushed my hand away, determined to carry out her plan. She grabbed my panties and yanked them down and I stepped out of them. My scent waifed through the air as panties and cunt were separated.

“Now get on that seat and spread those legs. Hold your pussy open for me and let me see you stroke your clit.” She purred in a voice laced with power. I pushed off the wall and obediently went to the small bench. Sitting on my derriere, my feet perched on the ledge of the seat and I spread my legs eagle wide. My throbbing pussy glistened under the fluorescent light and beckoned her to her knees in front of me. My fingers traveled down my upper body and found their way to my twat, and per her instructions, one hand held my quim open and I slowly began to touch myself. My cunt, already sensitive and hungry demanded release, but I knew that more exquisite pressure would rise before orgasm swept me out to sea. I slowly ran my fingers up and down, as her mouth licked and kissed my inner thighs. The slurping noises intensified as she hit my wet cunt and latched onto to it with her mouth, feasting on me like I was a gourmet meal. Her fingers, once again, plunged into me, hitting many sensitive points and came to my g-spot and rubbed it as she drew my climax closer….a constant pressure rising steadily within me. My fingers continued to stroke my clit as her mouth moved around them. Her tongue darted through my fingers, providing a unique sensation as we worked together. Her mouth abruptly left my groin and began kissing my torso, licking and laving until she reached my tits. She played with them for a moment, her eyes taking in their abundance and she began sucking on the nipples. This caused my uterus to contract, both sets of fingers still working me over and I started unraveling on the cusp of orgasm. My breathing was shallow and I began to pant and moan in quick succession. I suddenly felt her fingers and mouth leave me and she removed my fingers as well, lapping at the juice dripping from them.

No..No….I bursa escort bayan am going to make you cum….get your fingers out of there, my little slut…it is my turn to make you scream.” And with that, she used every bit of knowledge and talent she possessed finding spots that I didn’t know existed. I surrendered entirely, not caring that I was in public or could be caught in an awkward situation, waves of pleasure begin to crash over me, one after another, I couldn’t catch my breath, as she hit spot after spot, a deep scream was coming from depths unknown, she listened to my constant moaning, now uncensored and rising in decibel level as she charted a trail from trigger point to trigger point.

She buried her tongue on the underside of my clit instinctively knowing that would produce the biggest orgasm and pressed hard with her tongue, her fingers stroking my g-spot…..I suddenly came unglued, the world stopped..her tongue, mouth and hands were the only thing that existed and I erupted, a long, deep scream that started at my toes erupted, high pitched tones came out of my mouth as my body shattered…I grabbed the back of her head and she sucked harder, driving my orgasm deeper…I whimpered and writhed, screams so deep coming out of me that I wasn’t making any noise, just a tiny squeal eking out as she continued her beautiful assault on my convulsing pussy. Tears rose from my eyes as my body released a sea of fluid, gushing all over her face, splattering on the cement floor and coating my inner thighs.

I continued to cum, my extremities purring with pleasure as I rode out this magnificent high. She lapped gently at me, bringing me back to earth. I ran my hands along her hair, undone after all that had happened. She gently brought her lips to mine and I licked all of my juices off her face…still in shock over my body’s reactions to her amazing ministrations. I suddenly wondered what was awaiting outside the door, but decided whatever it was, was worth the price of that tremendous orgasm. We shared a quiet giggle as we contemplated our fates and I quickly dressed, forgetting why I had even come to this store.

We shared a quick kiss and she slipped out the door before I could even get it together enough to thank her, and left me to my humming body and wandering thoughts. Wait a minute, I thought, I didn’t even really touch her, I didn’t even get a chance to pleasure her and then I knew, I knew this wasn’t over and that someday and someday soon I would return the favor she had bestowed upon me. I walked out of the store, swinging my hips and dared anyone to say anything, my confident posture was ready to handle any problems. I caught the eye of a saleswoman as I reached the door and she smiled wickedly she asked me if I had found what I was looking for and I replied that I found more than that and my eyes suggestively traveled the length of her attractive body as she stood there in wanton invitation, I smiled playfully at her and left the store…..perhaps, I thought, I would come back to this store again and have another adventure.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pixie nodded and Roger continued.

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

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

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

“But Mel,” Pixie observed.

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

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

“A fucking tarot reading,” I observed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

But Roger just gently asked, “Why Annie?”

And from deep in my subconscious the answer arose:

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

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

And he continued:

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

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

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

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

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

“Exactly Miss Hoffmann,” Roger replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The tears welled in her eyes.

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

She looked so fierce.

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

We kissed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Sarah, that was …’

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

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

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

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

The phone went.

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

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

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

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

We got there just in time.

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Good,’ Kia assured and nodded her head.

‘No problems?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Do you want to keep your job here?’

‘Yes.’

‘How hard are you prepared to work?’

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

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

‘Yes.’

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

‘Yes.’

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

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

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

‘I said proceed,’ said Alison sharply.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘What do you like about me? Tell me.’

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

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

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

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

‘Yes,’ said Kia guilty.

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

‘Yes.’

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

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

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

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

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This is how Erika sees the follow up to Chapter 1 (you should read that chapter first before reading this) and is written in her own words. I’ve tweaked it slightly, mainly to add a few pieces of clarification from Callie’s perspective.

ERIKA

I smiled to myself as I left Claire panting in the bathroom.

I’d been watching her closely beforehand. She’d known that, too. I’d positioned myself in her eye line as she’d chatted to her girlfriend at the restaurant table. Her dark eyes had eventually begun to return the series of flirtatious glances I’d sent her way. When she headed to the restrooms—alone—I’d taken instant advantage.

She was truly sexy … wanton, a little restrained and almost blissfully unaware of the real potential of her untapped sexuality.

I had more plans to awaken her later.

As I walked back through the little corridor that separated the bathroom from the restaurant’s dining area, I heard the echo of my stilettos on the polished floor and I knew that it would reverberate back into Claire’s burning ears.

“Good,” I thought. “She’ll remember that for a long time to come.”

I paused briefly at the archway by the counter at the back of the restaurant, took a card out of my purse and scribbled a note on it. A final fluff of my hair, a quick glance into the thin mirror beside the bar, and I stalked past Claire’s girlfriend … but not before casually dropping the card onto the place setting in front of her.

I tried to imagine the look of shock on her face, but I didn’t look back as I breezed out into the warm summer afternoon.

“Wait …” her voice came after me.

I didn’t falter. I didn’t even blink. I simply smiled wickedly to myself as I strode confidently away.

CALLIE

I’d been texting the hotel reservation system on my iPhone while I waited for Claire to return from the bathroom. I swear, that girl has a bladder the size of a watermelon. Just then, I felt rather than saw, a presence glide by me like a shark in deep water.

A business card almost magically appeared on the table mat in front of me, and I looked up to see a stunningly dressed brunette walking away from me and towards the door.

I glanced back down at the card. It had the name ‘Erika’ calligraphically engraved on it, together with a telephone number underneath. I flipped it over in an automatic gesture, not really expecting anything…

“Your girlfriend is a whore.”

I had never really understood the saying, ‘Fear gripped my heart’. But at that exact moment I felt a hand inside me, carefully layering ice over the thing beating in my chest like a drum. Not five minutes ago, I’d been thinking only of what Claire and I were going to do together in the posh suite that neither of us could have afforded on our own.

And now I was trying to come to terms with … wait…

“WAIT,” I called after her…

This made no sense. I wanted to find out what was going on, but the woman was rapidly disappearing and I was torn between the need to find out what she meant and the desire to stay and talk to Claire about what was going on.

I sat back down on the chair and tried to compose myself, tried to make sense of this bolt out of nowhere that made a mockery of the girl I had fallen in love with two years previously.

A whore? What … what did that mean?

Did she know Claire? That was doubtful, we hadn’t been in the City for long and we’d been virtually inseparable during that time.

Had she caught Claire doing something in the restrooms? It wasn’t unknown for either of us to masturbate in a public place when the need overtook us. Heavens, we’d even gone down on the other from time to time, loving the danger that came with the threat of being caught in public.

Was that it? Had she heard Claire masturbating, or caught her in a stall when she hadn’t closed the door properly?

She had been in the bathroom longer than usual.

I had almost convinced myself that was the reason behind the card when it struck me that even if the woman had stumbled across such a scene; she had no way of knowing that Claire was at the restaurant with me. It didn’t make any sense.

At that exact moment, the love of my life walked out of the corridor at the back of the restaurant and smiled at me. She looked nervous and a little flushed, or was I imaging that? I returned the smile but a million thoughts were locked behind my eyes.

“You ready?” she whispered to me as she bent down and kissed my cheek.

Her hand delicately traced the back of my neck, idly toying with the tendrils of hair that lay there. A shudder of arousal raced through me. I decided that any questioning would have to wait until later, when I’d had the chance to think things through.

Walking out of the restaurant with her, I tried desperately not to think about the implications of the card now lying in my purse.

ERIKA

My office is on the seventeenth floor of a tower that faces others of its ilk, in a downtown core that is bursa escort positively packed with concrete. The only real pleasure is that in the late afternoon, sunlight streams in through a window that faces my desk, and that’s when I normally go and sit on the couch and let it wash over me.

It was two days after I had dropped the card onto the place setting in front of Claire’s girlfriend and I was lost in a reverie, thinking about the two women, when my cell phone rang.

“You can’t always get what you waaaant”

“You can’t always get what you waaant”

“You can’t…”

I clicked the little green telephone icon before Jagger could repeat himself.

“Yes?”

“Hello?”

It was a small voice with an ever-so-slightly affected accent.

“Who is this?”

“This is Callie Adams. You’re Erika, I presume? You dropped a card in front of me at that restaurant close to the convention centre? A couple of days ago?”

I sat back in the soft leather embrace of the couch and smiled deeply.

I could have told her that things had developed at pace. That Claire had telephoned me yesterday, when Callie was ill and we had met for lunch in the same restaurant. I could have confided that with just my big toe, I had made her girlfriend cum at the same table they had shared. That I had taken her back to my apartment afterwards and devoured her thoroughly. Made her mine.

Instead, I threw in a simple, “Well, she is.”

I simply adored theses games and what they led to. I felt rather than heard the shock in her voice as she tried to compose herself and pressed on, unwilling to let this opportunity pass by.

“Though, I’m not at all sure that she acts that way with you. I have a lot to tell you. Six o’clock. Empire Grill. I’ll be waiting.”

I pressed the red telephone icon and put the phone down on the couch next to me. I didn’t think she’d call back but waited a few moments just in case. Just as I thought, the phone was silent.

The odds were about fifty-fifty that she wouldn’t show up at all, but then curiosity killed the cat. She clearly hadn’t spoken to Claire about my message or she wouldn’t have been calling me. Nor did she have the faintest idea of what had transpired yesterday between her girlfriend and I. The recollections still made me wet.

That meant she wanted to work through this on her own and that she wouldn’t bring her lovely girlfriend to the meeting.

That suited me perfectly.

CALLIE

I watched Claire soap herself through the glass walls of the shower. The whole decadent suite was a blend of dark wood and chrome and flat surfaces; very different from the standard business rooms we’d been used to in the past. I could get used to this but the reality was that we’d shortly be returning home once the conference had finished.

I’m not sure what had made me contact Erika, other than being overwhelmed by the need to know the truth. I’d ruminated on the decision for two days before making the call. I know I should have talked to Claire first, but I stupidly couldn’t bring myself to ask her.

I had told myself a couple of times to simply throw away the card and forget about the message. But instinct told me there was more to this than met the eye. This woman was threatening my carefully built status quo, but she obviously something to say.

What? Why?

I could still see her in my mind’s eye even though I’d only managed a glimpse at her. She was much older than either Claire or I, in her mid forties, perhaps? A few strands of her dark hair sexily had fallen across her face and her dress had displayed almost as much of her long toned legs as it had her impressive cleavage.

Perhaps that was part of my nervousness? I knew she was exactly the type Claire would find attractive. She had always liked older, dominant women and the authoritative way Erika had spoken to me over the telephone confirmed she fit that description to a tee.

Turning back to the shower cubicle, I decided to forget about it until I’d heard what she had to say.

Claire was rinsing herself with the handheld unit and my nipples stiffened as her eyes locked onto mine. She gave me one of her smiles as she leaned back against the far wall and then I saw her eyes close as she brought the needle spray down between her legs.

I groaned softly as I saw her thighs part and her torso convulse slightly as the water cascaded over her, over the soft sweet labia that I suddenly wanted to kiss so much that it took my breath away.

“Claire…” I said under my breath.

And then the word ‘Whore’ came into my brain.

I stopped cold. It couldn’t be that the woman had actually touched her, could it? Kissed her? More? That was impossible. Claire was faithful and I was the one with the wandering eye. Still, the new thought was intriguing. What could they have done? My mind flooded with images of the two of them and I was both horrified and aroused beyond belief.

My Claire? A whore?

The thought stabbed bursa ucuz escort into my heart and all the way up into my sex. All of a sudden I couldn’t stop my fingers from wandering down my stomach.

“Whore,” I whispered to myself and I felt myself shake with the beginnings of a surreal lust. Ten seconds later, I was nude, and my hand was on the shower door.

“Let me help you with that,” I said, smiling as I entered…

ERIKA

I lay back on the couch, my heart racing. My fingers were damp from the invasion I’d just launched on my pussy. I had been thinking about the way I’d held Claire against the counter in the restaurant’s bathroom and gripped her hair, forcing her to look at herself as I took her from behind. She’d felt so good, so alive, so … lewd and willing.

It had barely taken a glance for her to give herself to an utter stranger.

I felt the arousal surging through me again as I replayed the scene in my mind, from my initial glimpse of her as she washed her face in the sink, to the way her wetness clung to my manicured fingertips after I’d essentially raped her.

“Whore,” I whispered to the air as my fingers lingered at the top of my clitoral hood.

“Slut,” I sighed, thinking about the way her mouth had subsequently felt when I’d brought her home and masturbated over her face.

“Bitch,” I continued, recalling the eager way she had licked me, without even a thought for her beautiful girlfriend.

“Harlot,” I thought, as I imagined Callie’s reaction if she had been able to watch as I had plunged my strap-on inside the delicious dark-haired dream again and again.

Each thought took me closer and then the orgasm burst with a ferocity that surpassed even my standards. As it shook me, I rested my head on the back of the couch and repeatedly fucked myself with two fingers.

Staccato, harsh, almost violent with my own need. And then soft and tender, stroking the wet pink flesh and dragging the moisture up and over my taut skin.

CALLIE

While I was in the shower, looking down at the way Claire knelt between my outstretched legs, I couldn’t get the forbidden images out of my mind. What if I was Erika? What if Claire was down between that woman’s legs the way she was with mine?

The thought was obliterated from my mind as her hands found purchase on my ass, pulling my whole lower body to her greedy mouth. Her tongue found me, and her eyes looked up at me as she licked me through an orgasm that had me grasping for something to hold onto.

As the hot water cascaded over both of us, I gripped a fistful of her wet crazy black mane and forced her mouth hard up against my sex.

“Lick me,” I rasped frantically. “Lick me LICK ME LICK ME!!!!”

I began to scream out the words as I felt her mouth fasten over my clit and her tongue rasped against it.

“Lick me … you WHORE!”

I said it unthinkingly and I felt her freeze under me, but just for a moment. I’d never said anything quite so crude to her in my life, and I was scared that she’d react badly. But she seemed to thrive on it instead. She renewed her assault on me and I felt her curl her middle finger up and press it against my tiny little puckered ass.

My eyes closed as she ever so gently applied a little pressure, her tongue a little buzz saw, her eyes dark pools of lust that threatened to swallow me whole.

That did it.

I shrieked and let myself go, the orgasm climbing up out of me like a butterfly ripping its cocoon. I closed my eyes fully and just like that, unbidden, I saw Erika in front of me, smiling as she watched the two of us in the shower. It was so real and so surreal that I didn’t know what to do or say, other than to allow myself to be swept along in the bliss.

A couple of minutes later, or maybe it was a couple of hours, I came back to my senses and opened my eyes. Claire was sitting on her haunches, her hands on my thighs, looking up at me with a sexy smile on her lips.

“Where did you go just then?” she breathed.

“I don’t know,” I said, bending down to kiss her.

It wasn’t true. I knew exactly where I’d been. And the thought frightened me.

ERIKA

I sat at the bar in the Empire Grill and tapped my fingernails impatiently on the long burnished mahogany counter, trying not to think about how disappointed I was at the absence of the blonde girl I had tried to provoke.

6:15 p.m.

6:20 p.m.

My anger was increasing.

6:25 p.m.

What a waste of time.

She called my bluff, I said to myself as I checked my cell phone one last time.

I swung myself to the left, my thighs revealed just a little too much to be called tasteful, and I looked down at the floor to make sure that I didn’t slip on the well-worn floorboards.

As I looked back up again, she was standing in front of me.

Concealing my sudden satisfaction, I cocked my head slightly to the left and arched an eyebrow.

“Is this what passes for bursa elit escort punctuality in England?” I murmured.

Before she could reply, I started to walk past her and looked down in distaste as her hand stopped me by gripping my forearm. I looked back up into her eyes and let the impassive gaze on my face do all the communication necessary.

“I’m sorry…” she blurted. “It’s just that Claire—”

I held my finger up to her mouth, placing it across her soft lips. I wanted her off-balance, unable to hold a truly coherent thought.

“That’s just an excuse. We both know that.”

I didn’t give her the luxury of responding and nodded at the bartender as I retook my seat.

“Sit,” I softly but firmly told her.

She hesitated briefly but then took the seat next to me. I silently stared in her eyes, waiting until the bartender poured two more martinis into the triangular glasses and placed the drinks beside us. I pushed one of the icy cold glasses towards her fingers and watched, a half-smile on my lips, as she sipped carefully.

“I can see why Claire isn’t a whore with you,” I murmured, keeping our gazes locked. “You’re not ready for that from her, are you?”

I saw the shock at my words displayed in her expression and waited for it to dissipate slightly before continuing. This beautiful girl in front of me was not at all prepared for me to rather blatant strip the facade off her girlfriend and it kept her off-guard.

“I can see why you love her, though,” I said, gently running my fingertip over the edge of the glass. “She’s quite something.”

I toyed with my drink, watching the evidence of her internal struggle in her wide eyes.

“I know you’d like me to tell you what happened,” I said wickedly, arching an eyebrow again.

I was relishing every second of the dual forces raging in the woman. When I rested my palm softly on her thigh, she gave a huge intake of breath. And yet, she made no attempt to move my hand away.

“But instead,” I said, moving close enough for her to feel my hot breath on her cool cheek. “I’m going to show you…”

CALLIE

I sat silently in the taxi next to Erika, wondering what lay ahead.

First thing this morning, I had made the excuse to Claire that I wanted to get away from the convention today and do some shopping instead. It was a viable pretext. The session was focusing on financials and that was neither my strength nor of any real interest to me.

That was Claire’s cup of tea.

Once she had headed off to the conference I had dressed hurriedly, throwing on a skirt and blouse and a pair of knee-high boots to give me just a little bit of extra height.

I still had no idea how to approach this with Erika, but the whole situation had been grating on my nerves for too long. The more I thought about her message the more confused I was becoming. Talking directly to her would clarify everything and then I could put this whole stupid misunderstanding behind us.

But if this woman was playing games with us, she needed a serious comeuppance and I was just the one to give it to her. I had made a point of being late, just as a way of showing her who was in control.

But everything had fallen apart in a matter of moments…

Seeing her there at the bar had made my heart beat faster. She was magnetic. Her hair was just a mass of sinful red flowing waves, her body was lush and full and ripe like a bursting peach. I had felt my mouth go dry as I took in the sum of the parts.

Then I began to panic as she had started to leave. All of my carefully sculpted words had drained out of me as I had hurried across to her.

And now, one drink later, I was no wiser and yet I was already dancing to her tune. I convinced myself that I had to follow this through. That it was Claire’s fault I was sitting in the taxi with this woman, not mine. She wasn’t willing to tell me what had happened between her and my girlfriend. If I was to find out, I had to let her show me instead!

Despite myself, the thought had my pulses racing with anticipation.

ERIKA

I didn’t say a word in the taxi as it took us to my apartment.

She wanted to know what had happened between me and her girlfriend and I was basking in the knowledge that she had accepted my terms. I’d told her that I wasn’t going to tell her. I was going to show her. That left no room for any misunderstanding but to reinforce the point I casually stroked the top of her thigh on the journey.

I could feel the heat of her rising, together with her shame.

It was a heady mix for me. The lust, the fact that I was seducing her from her girlfriend, the fact that I’d already HAD her girlfriend, the triple betrayal of adultery. I was absolutely drenched already, and the thought of showing her how Claire had been so eager and willing to cheat on her was making me breathless.

I waited until we were leaving the cab before speaking again.

“I didn’t even know her name when I was fucking her with my fingers,” I said casually, twisting the sexual knife.

Her whole body jerked, as if my words were a tangible object and I’d just struck her across the face with it. I tipped the driver well and then let her glimpse my cleavage as I bent to adjust the strap of the Gucci pump that adorned my foot.

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