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Fran

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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Sabine set off on her journey. A day later a guard showed covered in blood. He found Nova as he kneeled before her. “Miss I come bearing news. The Commander s-she loves you very much…she said you will see her again. She’s been taken. We were attacked. We were the only two alive. Her sister… I’m sorry…my orders were to tell you…I should have stayed…she loves you… I’m sorry… so sorry —” he managed before passing out.

Nova looked at Lucia with tears streaming down her face.

***

With the news the villagers were in a panic as Nyko and Ward planned their attack. The sound of horns brought everyone outside. A guard approached Ward. “Sir, a group has gathered by our gates. They have a hostage.”

Nova found her way to Agnes as Lucia kept close by. Dorine gathered with them.

Ward looked out beyond the tunnel to the gates. Autem removed her face covering as she smirked, removing Sabine’s.

“Open the gates!” He yelled.

“Children remember what we practiced?” Go .go..hurry.” He said to the crowd. “Nurturers go with them!”

They watched as teachers and nurturers left with the children…older villagers stood in front with their weapons as did younger ones behind them.

Autem made an appearance as she pushed Sabine to the ground. She looked over the people as she smiled. Sabine made her way to her feet. Her hands bound behind her.

“I am your new Commander! Bow to me!” She yelled.

***warning: viloent and fatal acrions follow***

No one moved a muscle. Sabine started laughing. Autem punched her in the face as two of her guards held her still. Sabine spit out blood as she looked Autem in her eyes.

“You will NEVER be Commander.” She said calmly.

“Bow to me!” She yelled, as she kicked Sabine’s knee as she fell to the ground.

“You are not worthy!” Sabine yelled as she was yanked back up and met by another punch. She laughed more, no one had realized what she took from one of the guards.

“You will die today. Your reign is OVER!” Autem yelled as she drew her machete-like weapon.

“And all of you get to watch it …especially poor little Nova..I’m sure my guards will like to have their way with her..too bad you won’t be here to watch.”

Sabine laughed. As she was punched once more. She finally worked the knife through the ropes as she stabbed both guards in the foot. She moved quickly as she went for the other two. She stood still as Autem drew for her, running, filled with rage.

Nova watched in horror as Sabine smirked before ducking and hitting Autem in her back. She dropped the weapon as Sabine grabbed it.

Autem stood still. “You won’t hurt anymore people.” Sabine said as she swiftly struck Autem.

Sabine dropped the weapon as she stared at the severed head on the ground. “I send you on your way.” She said in the native tongue. All of the warriors echoed her.

She looked out at her people, her face and body covered in blood and dirt. She held up her fist and closed her eyes. The warriors cheered. Dorine began yelling and pushing them aside as Sabine hit the ground lifelessly.

***

***

Sabine woke to Nova by her side and she sat up quickly as she pulled her in for a hug. “I’m so sorry.” She said holding her tightly.

Ward came in as he dropped his tray and hugged the pair. “She is awake.” He yelled.

Everyone ran in to hug her.

“I love you all.” She saod as she nuzzled into everyone.

“Did you see anything?” Dorine asked.

Sabine frowned. “There is a massive fire I couldnt make out where..” She said.

***

Nova and Dorine took Sabine to visit Nyko the next day. They recapped what had happened the day before.

They talked about plans for the storm season and caught up with each other.

***

Nova was walking with Sabine. “Anywhere else you need to go today?”

Sabine moved weakly as she thought. “I – I should visit the children.” She said with a soft smile. bursa sınırsız escort

Arriving, a servant bows her head to Sabine as she passes. Sabine nodded back. “Mother Agnes is in the healing tent.” She informed as she went on her way.

They find Agnes comforting a child. She looks up to meet their concerned faces. “Zlin, go ahead and join the other children for supper.” The child reluctantly let go.

Agnes stood as she watched the child leave. “The children are…uneasy.” She finally said. “They seem to be experiencing stress due to the recent events.” She put lightly.

Sabine frowned as she thought. She walked away without saying a word. Nova found her sitting with the children telling them a story as she spoke softly, all listening intently.

Nova stood in the doorway listening as Sabine told the children of a brave child who lost their family in a storm. How the child grew to overcome their surroundings and eventually ended happily.

An older child was deep in thought as Sabine loved the younger ones. “So we should be more like the child?” She asked. Sabine smiled warmly.

“I know that me being gone was strange and then having to hide was scary..”

The children all agreed.

“But I am here …we are safe…there will always be people that don’t agree with how we live…which is why mother Agnes ..the nurturers.. your teachers..and I teach you how to be safe ..how to be smart and help yourselves. We are preparing you for the world..we still want you to enjoy your lives as children which is why we are here to protect you..I won’t let anything happen to any of you.” Sabine said as she pulled them all in for a big hug.

***

Sabine relaxed in the warm bath water. Dorine walked in. “You have a visitor.”

“Send them in.” Sabine said casually.

“Uh Commander… it’s a child.” She said hesitantly.

“Oh…okay..I’ll be out in a moment.”

Sabine dried off and dressed. She was met by a young girl sitting properly at her table.

“Commander. Sorry to disturb you. I come bearing sad news..”

Sabine sat down.

“Sylvia ..she has passed.”

Sabine was quiet as she closed her eyes taking in the news. “You are to carry on her work?” Sabine asked.

“Yes.”

“Do you feel you are ready?” Sabine asked.

“I know that I must be ready.” She said.

Sabine nodded understanding. “Where is Sylvia now?”

“I have already made arrangments with the care takers, she is with them now.”

Sabine nodded again as she drifted into thought. “Okay.” She said as she stood. “What is your name?”

“Vera, Commander.”

Sabine smiled. “You know Dorine, Nyko and Ward?”

“Yes.”

“If you cant reach me, they are who you go to. Tonight we will honor Sylvia, tomorrow you meet the elders. Prepare for a wedding as well.” Sabine got up and walked her out.

**

Sabine returned to find Nova waiting for her in bed. The thin blanket showed every curve of Nova’s body. Her legs open wide, the blanket dipping low to fall against her lips as her arms were stretched above her head as she eyed Sabine.

“Hello Commander.” Nova greeted her.

Sabine gave her a lazy smile as her eyes roamed Nova’s body. She came closer as she started to slowly pull the blanket down.

Nova smirked at her as she lay still allowing the blanket to leave her, goosebumps appearing. The blanket ran over her nipples as they grew stiff in the air.

The blanket drew down her stomach as her chest rose and fell a little quicker, the anticipation was killing them both. Nova arched her back a little as her stomach and hips were exposed.

Sabine pulled the blanket a little below her hip bones before stopping. Nova frowned up at her as Sabine turned away and to the drawers.

“I uh …I’m sorry Nova..” Sabine said quietly.

“About what?” Nova asked.

“About everything… I know that the past few days have been …rough.” Sabine said bursa üniversiteli escort lightly.

“It’s okay…”

“Do you want to go home at all?” Sabine asked looking back at Nova as she leaned against the structure.

Nova smiled sweetly. “I am home.”

Sabine smiled back at her. “Is there anything I can get you.. do for you?”

“Anything at all?” Nova asked with a smirk.

“Anything you want is beautiful.” Sabine said.

“All I want right now is for you to be right here..” Nova said as she rubbed her lips through the blanket.

Sabine smirked.

“It’s been too long…I need to feel my Mistress.” Nova cooed.

“I want you to finger yourself while I get ready.” Sabine said.

Nova was disappointed as showed it clearly.

“I will join you…just ..I want you nice and wet..”

Nova smiled as her hand disappeared under the blanket.

Sabine returned and blew out a few candles to Nova’s eyes closed as she feverishly fingered herself. She smiled while watching her gasp.

Nova lazily opened her eyes to see Sabine watching her. She smirked at her lover as she moved her head to the side and laid on her shoulder. Nova smiled up at her. “What?” She asked quietly.

Sabine smiled back and shook her head. “Nothing, I just really love you.”

The tension changing, Nova wiped her hand on the blanket as she smiled up at Sabine. “I love you too… what makes you say that?”

Nova watched as Sabine’s smile disappeared. She sat at the foot of the bed with her legs crossed. “When I was away…I just kept thinking of you. I was so worried if you were okay. I’m just really glad and happy that you chose to be with me. I hate that there are more risks involved with being here but-”

“-Sabine.” Nova cut her off as Sabine looked up at her. “I chose those risks so I could be happy. I chose all of this. I want to be by your side until the day our lives end. I love you.” Nova moved down the bed to kiss Sabine.

Nova pulled back smiling mischievously. “This would be the perfect time to ask me..” she said.

“What?” Sabine asked.

“Ask me.” Nova smiled.

“Nova.”

“Ask me!!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! Ask me!” She said with a big smile.

Sabine got up and went to the dressers grabbing a small bag she came back to sit closer to Nova on the bed.

“These were blessed to keep you safe and healthy.” Sabine said as she pulled the necklace out of the bag.

“Nova, will you marry me?” Sabine asked with a big smile.

“Yes, of course!” Nova said excitedly. “Put it on!” Nova said as she moved her hair for Sabine.

She looked down at it as she touched it carefully. “It’s beautiful.” Nova smiled up at her. “And you remembered I picked this stone up too.”

“Mhm.” Sabine smiled and nodded.

Nova sat back and smiled at her. “How were you planning on asking me?”

Sabine smiled as she blushed. “Well I WAS going to have you pick out all your favorite foods at the vendors we could do whatever you wanted that evening.. but once the stars were out I was going to take us to that hill where we first said we loved each other and ask you there..”

“You’re so freakin cute!” Nova said as she nuzzled into Sabine and kissed her.

Nova ushered for their kisses to grow tender. She slowly moved so Sabine would lie down. Nova straddled her as they made out. She found Sabine’s hand and guided her to her lips. Nova let out a gasp as she felt Sabine cup her.

Sabine gently applied some pressure as Nova rocked her hips into her hand. Sabine made one finger prominent as it slowly eased into Nova with each roll of her hips. Nova gasped as she rolled faster, she stopped and moaned when she rolled and sat down to allow Sabine’s finger to fill her.

Her laboured breathing filling the room and her muscles clenched around Sabine’s finger. Sabine added another finger as Nova accommodated bursa anal yapan escort nicely.

Nova moved her knees to support her as she kissed Sabine. “Finger me please.”

Nova felt the fingers curl as she gasped. Sabine thrusted her digits at an even pace as she listened to Nova’s moans in her ear. They both knew the build up was coming. Sabine curled her fingers a bit to hit her g spot with each thrust.

“Sabine…I’m so close..” Nova gasped as she stayed still needed every ounce of this affection. Nova’s legs began to shake as she tried to hang on she could feel her juices so close to spilling out. “Slow down just a bit.”

Nova smiled as Sabine listened and pushed and pulled her from the edge… Nova moaned as was able to prolong this torture. “Okay.” She gasped. Sabine could feel her juices slowly running down her hand with each thrust in she welcomed more. Nova moaned as she felt her release. Her face burned as her body was hot. She felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her knowing she was making her Mistress filthy.

Sabine knew Nova was done she straightened her fingers easing off of her g spot and continued to thrust her fingers. Nova was surprised, usually we stop after that. She groaned as her walls clenched. Her legs were shaking again. Her hips bucked forward as her face was buried into the bed. Her body shook as she pulled away she collapsed on Sabine gasping and calming herself.

“Thank you..” nova muttered.

Sabine kissed Nova’s hair as she held her. She ran her hands down to Nova’s cheeks and pulled a little. “Come here.”

Nova popped her head up as she looked into Sabine’s eyes.

“Come here.” Sabine said quietly again.

Nova settled herself above Sabine’s face unsure of this.

“You’re okay.. hang on to the bed and the wall for balance, I’m still going to hold you just as I did last time Nova.”

‘Nova’ you’re calling me Nova?

Sabine’s mouth watered at the thought of tasting her lover’s juices. She ran her hands up Nova’s thighs as she felt her tremble.

“What’s wrong?” Sabine asked, feeling the hesitation.

“I um I’m not tied up, you’re not ordering me around, I’m not calling you Mistress and you’re not correcting me…”

Sabine nodded up at her. “I don’t want to be fully in charge right now. I want you to let go and not worry about all that right now. I just want you. Not submissive you, but you.”

Nova smiled down at her. “I like feeling this close to you..” Nova said shyly.

“I know, beautiful.. if you don’t mind I’ll play with myself too?” Sabine stated.

Nova’s eyes grew big as she felt a swell of arousal inside her. “Please.. I’d love that.”

Sabine swallowed up Nova’s clit as she gasped. She ran her hand down underneath her pants as she found her aching clit desperately needing attention.

They both moaned, Nova still sensitive didn’t take long to be on route to her orgasmic build up. Sabine needing this for sometime was right behind her.

Nova bent her head back as she moaned and gasped. She had stopped grinding herself into Sabine and allowed Sabine’s tongue to do the work as her legs shook around her face. Nova held onto the bed as her other hand gripped Sabine’s hair in her fist.

“Ah fuck …” she groaned as she gently rocked back a forth. Nova stopped as she reached that blissful quiet before her orgasm exploded she moaned loudly as her legs shook she fell forward as she rode it out.

Sabine did not stop; she felt Nova’s body struggling to stay together, they finally balanced the sensations to build again. They both knew Nova was on the edge again and Sabine kept her clit in her mouth as she moaned through her own orgasm and shook underneath.

Nova’s head felt heavy again as the vibrations and watching Sabine’s face tense sent her over the edge again. Nova gasped and whimpered as she bursted at the seems unable to control herself as Sabine held on as she shook.

Both calming down, Nova melted down to lay on Sabine as she kissed her and held onto her tightly as she twitched.

“Fuck.” She said sleepily.

Nova picked her head up again to kiss Sabine and clean her juices off her face. Sabine undressed as they cuddled. Either thigh against their hot pulsating slits. Holding each other tightly they drifted into a heavy slumber.

**

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Glossary:

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

Puta: whore

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

Culo: ass

Chula: cute or sexy

Tetas: tits

Coño: fuck

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

HUMILIATED PET

To remind you of exactly where we left off:

I got an e-mail from Ms. Goldstein:

Cum Bucket,

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

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

You are NOT to come again!

You will be punished when I return.

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

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

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

Eventually….

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

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

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

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

I…WAS…A…MESS.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She asked, “Are you hungry?”

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

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

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

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

“Of course,” I nodded.

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

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

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

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

I could see the complete shock in her eyes.

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

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

Yet…

I didn’t stand up.

I remained on my knees.

Shame compounding shame.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A gasp came from my shy southern secretary.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Now!” Mrs. Goldstein ordered.

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

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

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

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

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

SLAP!

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

SLAP!

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

SLAP!

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

SLAP!

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

“Please stop,” Candace finally whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And my ass?” she continued.

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

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

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

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

I did, expecting to eat her cunt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Say it with pride,” she ordered.

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

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

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

“What’s puta?” she asked.

“It means whore in Spanish,” I answered.

“Eat away, puta,” she nodded.

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

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

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

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

“He knows of my weakness,” I admitted.

“What weakness is that?” she asked.

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

“What about white pussy?” she questioned.

“That is new,” I admitted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I corrected her, “It’s puta.”

“Never correct me,” escort bursa she glared.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I knew I needed to stop.

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

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

Yet, I didn’t know how.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Another insulting animal reference sent another chill through me.

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

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

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

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

“Thank you, Mistress,” I replied.

“Back on all fours,” she ordered.

I obeyed.

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

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

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

I didn’t respond this time, being compared to a cow, rhinoceros and dog being the most humiliating moment of my life and yet wetness leaked out of my cunt.

“Moo like a cow for me,” she ordered, as she reached down and pulled my nipple.

I yelped when she roughly yanked my nipple, but I obeyed, my face burning again with shame and lust, “Mooooooooooo.”

“Shit, I don’t know what a rhino sounds like, now trumpet like an elephant, your ass is as wide as one anyway,” she ordered, adding another insulting animal comparison to me.

I’m not sure why, but as I obeyed, making a strange elephant sound, I even lifted my right arm up in the air as if it was a trunk. The sound is impossible to replicate in print, but I sounded absurd.

“On your knees and beg like a puppy,” she demanded.

I moved onto my knees, lifted my arms up and bent over my wrists and pouted like a newborn puppy.

“Fucking hilarious,” she roared, looking down at me.

I just remained stoic in my submissive pet position.

“Bark for me,” she ordered.

“Woof,” I barked, shame continuing to course through me.

“Now whine like a puppy,” she ordered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Whatever happened to Jenny?” Stella finally asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Quarter to nine,” she replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stella here, who is this?”

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

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

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

“What time do you finish?” Nicki asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stella paused before replying.

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

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

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

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

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

“Like what?”

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

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

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

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

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

“See you tonight,” she smiled.

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I help you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No worries,” she smiled at her.

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

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

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

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

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

“Um yeah, I’m meeting a friend here.”

“Just one friend?”

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

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

“It’s taken,” she returned the smile.

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

“Are you sure?” Evie asked her.

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

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

“I’m Evie by the way.”

“Mei Lin,” she held out her hand.

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

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

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

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

“I’m impressed,” Evie smiled.

“You found a table,” the woman smiled.

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

Stella: On my way, be another ten minutes.

“What’ll it be?”

“Um just a cappuccino,” she replied.

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, Stella, where are you?”

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

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

Evie stared straight ahead as Nicole grinned.

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

She nodded and then farewelled her.

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

“I am, Stella’s friend.”

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

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

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

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

“Where did you buy it?”

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

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

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

“Silk?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Is your auntie from Malaysia originally?”

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

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

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

“What does your father do?”

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

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

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

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