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Kelly applied the ice pack to my injured knee and I winced in pain.

“Thanks Kelly.” I said with genuine appreciation.

“No sweat.” She stated in a sympathetic tone.

Kelly was a senior and one of the best players on our college volleyball team. During a team scrimmage, she spiked a ball at the net that I went after with a vengeance. As I stretched out my body in an effort to return volley, my leg gave out with my knee crashing to the floor. The result of my concerted effort was a severe sprain that had me writhing in pain.

When the whistle sounded at the end of the scrimmage, I saw Kelly walking over towards me.

“You Ok?” Kelly asked with real concern.

“Yeah, I guess so?” I said with a dry mouth. My knee had puffed up considerably and was tender to the touch.

From the first day of practice, I developed a crush on Kelly. Her long, lean and muscular body was a sight to behold in the girls’ locker room. If that weren’t enough, she was very pretty with a nice personality.

While I was considered a talented sophomore, Kelly was gifted enough to be mentioned as a possible Olympic candidate. We became friends as well as teammates and she took me under her wing. I was a better player because of her guidance.

However, outside of practice I acted like some love struck twit when she was around me. My mouth got dry and when I tried to speak, I sounded like a blithering idiot. But, whenever I looked into her beautiful hazel colored eyes, I practically melted.

With Kelly supporting my upper body, I hobbled back to the locker room. Just the nearness of her body had my pussy twitching and my heart pounding in my chest.

At the school infirmary, the doctor confirmed it was a severe sprain and I missed the next week of practices. With my knee tightly bandaged, I sat on the bench and watched the team but mostly Kelly. The girl was talented and her instincts during a match were usually flawless.

As Kelly controlled the net lane with her long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, she reminded me of my best friend Karen who introduced me to the joys of girl on girl sex.

It all the started the year I graduated high school and was invited to spend part of the summer with Karen in California. We had been very close friends and swim team members until she moved to California after sophomore year of high school.

It had been two years since I had seen Karen and although we were both eighteen, her transformation was far more advanced. I noticed the moment I saw her at the airport in Los Angeles.

Karen had the “California Girl” look with long blonde hair, nice tan, small but perky breasts, blue eyes and pretty face. After we exchanged pleasantries, we hoped into her Mom’s car and took off down the freeway.

Karen’s home was the typical California split level with a swimming pool that took up most of the backyard. I was dying to get a tan and we went to her room to change clothes.

Although I had seen Karen naked before, it was the first time I felt inadequate around her.

Karen was slender but with curves in all the right places. Her breasts were probably a B cup; round and firm with longish nipples. She had a lush triangle of hair above her pussy and a lean athletic body that ending in a very tight butt.

I, on the other hand, was a pale, slim brunette with small swells for breasts that were mostly nipple and sparse wispy hairs above my slit. I had no curves to speak of with boyish hips and butt.

When Karen turned around resplendent in her swimsuit, I was instantly jealous. She looked stunning in her tiny pink bikini. I wondered if there was something in the water or air in California that made the difference.

Over the next few days, we spent most afternoons by the pool with me ogling Karen’s hot body.

Unbeknownst to Karen, I experienced bi curious feelings most of my senior year in high school but never acted on them. As a member of the swim and volleyball teams, I had several hot teammates to choose from for my masturbation fantasies.

My fascination with Karen’s body did not go unnoticed by her. Whenever she caught me looking, she would give me a cunning smile.

Karen’s mom was usually around in the afternoon but one day she had to report to the studio. She had a job as a minor character on a soap opera and was called in for a weeks worth of tapings.

The first day of her absence, Karen suggested we go topless for a better overall tan. I was nervous to say the least but with gentle prodding from Karen I agreed.

Reclining on my lounger, I had an unobstructed side view of Karen’s sexy titties. She caught me staring yet again.

“Do you think my boobs are too small?” she inquired with faux sincerity.

I tried to find my voice but it failed me and I continued staring. Karen got up and sat on side of the lounger facing me with her luscious tits proudly thrust out from her chest. She had a shit eating grin on her face. Her boobs, especially the long stubby nipples, had my pussy creaming and she denizli escort knew it.

“Want to feel them?” She asked in a sensuous way.

I hesitated for a moment but I heard myself say the words.

“I do, but not out here.” I said very timidly.

“It’s time for lunch anyway.” She stated with authority and we put our tops on and headed to the kitchen.

Karen retrieved the sandwiches from the refrigerator and we ate but mostly in silence. We both realized that our friendship was going to take a new direction. At the same time, my thoughts were dominated by questions about my sexual orientation.

After we put the dishes in the dishwasher, Karen had a predatory look on her pretty mug. As we made our way to the family room, I stared with unbridled lust at her tight ass. My pussy was wet and I wanted to finger myself for relief.

I was standing in the middle of room when Karen turned her back toward me, then lifted her hair up and out of the way. I was instantly aware of what she wanted me to do and with my hands quaking nervously, I unclasped her bikini top.

Karen turned around and the top fell off her arms to the floor. I gawked at her softball size swells capped with those longish nipples; mesmerized by the raw display of beauty.

Without any prodding, I palmed and squeezed Karen’s cute tits. Her nipples swelled and elongated as the sudden urge to suck them overtook me.

At first, I gently licked the stiffened nubs, with Karen gasping her approval. But, soon I was sucking contentedly and loud moans escaped her throat.

“Ooh, that feels good” Karen purred and gently held my head.

The sensation of the rigid bud between my lips with my tongue flicking away on the sensitive end, was enormously seductive.

I spent a long time worshiping Karen’s tits and when I was finally sated, noticed we were both breathing very hard. The entire time, she had been moving her butt in a slightly circular motion against my leg.

I was anxious to see Karen’s pussy and I didn’t have to wait long. She wiggled her ass then, slowly pulled her bikini bottoms done her legs and stepped out of them.

Open mouthed I gawked at Karen’s beautiful naked body and a conflagration stirred in my loins. She struck a sexy pose and gave me her best come hither look.

With feline grace, Karen moved over to an easy chair and draped her legs over the arms. I went to a kneeling position so I could get a better look at her pussy. A dark blonde triangle of hair covered her prominent mound and the lips were partially separated and glistening with moisture.

I could feel Karen’s intense gaze boring into me as I gaped at her very wet sex. It was the first time I would touch a pussy other than my own. With my index finger, I gently explored her beautiful slit. My probing was really turning her on as her breathing became much more rapid.

Karen took charge.

“Oh baby, ooh, ooh, stroke me up and down.” She commanded.

Obedient in my new role, I tenderly stroked Karen’s pussy but with increasing intensity and gingerly thumbed her clit. Karen was moaning and moved her hips forward against my probing digits.

With utter fascination, I watched as Karen’s hole leaked a lot of fluid that trickled down to the crack of her ass and coated my fingers. I didn’t know at the time but she was on the verge of an orgasm.

Karen threw her head back and screamed. “OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!” and her body shook convulsively from an orgasm.

It was the first time I witnessed an orgasm other than my own and it excited me. My fingers were coated with her juices and some dark desire took shape inside me and wanted to taste the fluid. I took the fingers into my mouth and sucked the wetness off.

I loved the taste. My first sampling of another girl’s pussy cream and I was ravenous for more.

Karen was staring at me with lust in her eyes and the aroma from her aroused pussy was stimulating my libido into overdrive.

As I knelt in front of Karen’s wide open legs staring at her soaked slit, I realized that the source of the tangy juice was right in front me. When I leaned forward, Karen scooted her pretty pussy toward my open mouth.

Tentatively, I licked her creamy gash. When my tongue collected enough droplets of nectar, I instinctively swallowed. Soon I discovered that the more I licked, the more her pussy seeped fluid.

By now my mouth was glued to Karen’s throbbing sex and I wantonly sucked and swallowed her creamy discharge. Breathing in rapid gasps, her gaze was fixed on me devouring her lovely pussy.

As I raked Karen’s clit with my rigid tongue, she threw her legs over my shoulders and ground her pussy on my drenched face. Her hips bucked wildly and I had a hard time keeping up with her movements.

“Oh God! I’m gonna come!” she bellowed.

When I sucked the ultra sensitive protrusion, Allison responded with a deafening,

“Oh Fuck, I’m Cominggg!”

The words surged out of Allison’s heaving adana escort chest, and she was in the throes of another orgasm. My mouth remained sealed over her pussy as spasm after spasm wracked her body.

Karen continued to shudder and quake as I lapped every drop of moisture from her gasping gash. When I rested my weary head and sore tongue against her thigh, Karen looked at me with tenderness.

“That was wonderful!” she stated in a dreamy voice.

I smiled broadly and knew I would eat Karen’s tasty pussy any time she wanted me too.

“Where did you learn to eat a girls’ cunny?” she asked with a mixture of awe and admiration.

I confessed to Karen that one Friday night, when my parents were attending my brother’s wrestling match, I found a pile of girl on girl videos in my father’s closet. I learned everything from those videos.

My face and hair were streaked with her sticky discharge and I left to shower. As I soaped my body, I fingered my sopping slit and erupted in orgasm.

The rest of the afternoon, we were topless in our loungers by the pool. As Karen recounted her first girl/girl experience in California, my pussy dampened and creamed until the moisture dripped in my bottoms.

“I really wasn’t bi curious until I moved to California. But, I have to confess that my teammates on the swim team were the hottest of the hot.” She gushed with sparkling eyes.

Karen stretched out her scrumptious body in a feral pose of feminine beauty.

“I was totally infatuated with Claudia, a senior and prettiest girl on the team. One weekend, I was invited to her home for a sleepover and it turned into a girl on girl pussy party.” She said rather wistfully.

In spite of my growing excitement over her story, I was very tired and fell asleep. When I woke from a brief nap, Karen said she was hungry and we ordered from a nearby take out restaurant.

The food was exceptional and we ate every drop.

“What about dessert? I asked innocently and hoped she had some ice cream in the freezer.

Karen pondered my question for a moment and said she’d be back in a minute. I heard her in the kitchen and wondered what she was doing. As I entered the room, I saw Karen was naked and sitting spread eagle on the table with her hot crotch on display. She looked at me and smiled.

“Come and get it!” She cooed and spread her legs even farther for emphasis.

For the second time that day I was on my knees eating Karen’s steamy pussy and loving it.

A hunger, a sexual hunger consumed me and I feasted on Karen any time she wanted. At some point, her ass looked very tempting and I added butt munching to my repertoire.

Karen would finger me to some very satisfying orgasms but that was the extent of her reciprocation. It was gratifying but I wanted more.

The last night of my visit, I ferociously ate Karen’s soaking wet pussy like a mad woman. As I greedily sucked creamy juice from her throbbing hole, she howled with orgasmic fever.

It was nearly dawn when I finished my assault and we collapsed in exhaustion. The plane ride home was depressing but when I started thinking of Karen’s hot slit, I masturbated in the tiny bathroom for relief.

In four short weeks I started college and my tryouts for swimming and track were disappointing. Both coaches said I desperately needed strength training and I started lifting weights with a vengeance.

Thoughts of Karen were never far from my mind and I wondered where I would find a similar experience in college. My roommate, Becky, was very conservative and shy. It took most of our first semester to get comfortable with each other.

Before winter break, I noticed that my body had a leaner more defined appearance. When I flexed my arms, little biceps popped up. While I thought I lacked femininity, I had acquired a few more curves.

Over Christmas, my friend Allison invited me to spend New Year’s with her family in Cancun. We had known each other since elementary school and we were swim team members in high school. After Karen moved to California, we became best friends.

In some ways Allison looked like Karen with the slim build and blonde hair. But there the similarities ended. Karen had the “California Girl” look, while Allison had that wholesome and pretty mid-western “girl next door” look.

Allison had a lean and muscular body but with a very feminine appearance. During my first bi curious phase, she was the center attraction in quite a few of my nightly “let the fingers do the walking” scenarios.

We both knew about same sex flings on the swim team in high school but Allison never expressed an interest in that type of activity.

The condo her father rented in Cancun was a two story marvel with its own private pool and view of the Caribbean. It came fully equipped with maid service and cook.

We finished a delicious lunch and Allison claimed the top floor room for us. We were champing at the bit to get out and sunbath by the pool.

Neither of malatya escort us was shy about undressing in front of the other but Allison’s body had undergone some changes. Her breasts had grown to a full looking “B” or better and her hips and body in general was curvier. She was obviously weight training because her muscles showed a lot of definition.

What I failed to realize was the fact that my body had undergone a transformation as well.

“Wow, you’re looking pretty sexy.” Allison stated breathlessly.

“So are you!” I answered just as enthusiastically.

When our mutual admiration fest was over, we sprinted down to the pool and slathered tanning oil on our bodies. Allison’s mother appeared and said they were going into town to meet some friends for dinner. We were allowed to stay behind but not before her mother gave us a laundry list of instructions and rules.

I found it more than a little galling but Allison reminded me that “we weren’t in Kansas, Toto.”

With the privacy afforded by the pool, I suggested we go topless and much to my surprise, Allison whipped off her top. Her breasts rode high on her chest with broad nipples topped in the center by a pebble like bump.

For most of the afternoon, I stared at Allison’s sexy tits and she caught me a few times and admonished me with a fake scowl. Her response intrigued me and I wondered if she was bi curious as well.

It was close to dinner time when Allison’s cell phone rang. Her folks were staying in town and going on a party cruise. From the pool deck, I saw the cook looking out the kitchen window and covered up quickly.

We sat in the dimly lit dining room and shared a few glasses of wine. Allison chatted about her first semester at college and I related my experience. The cook announced she was leaving for the day and we were alone.

On the patio deck, we leisurely ate the delicious meal and drank more wine. My head was buzzing and my libido was in overdrive. Allison suggested we go back to the pool and with the sultry night air, the water was deeply refreshing.

Allison’s face had a mercurial look.

“Ever been with a girl? You know, like sexually?” She inquired nervously.

“Yeah.” Was all I managed to croak out of my throat.

Allison’s expression dissolved to one of extreme interest and maybe lust. Without saying a word, she stripped her bikini and was gloriously naked. I quickly followed suit and my pussy juiced with anticipation.

Allison’ splashed water at me and it was time for some horseplay. She jumped on my back and rode me around the pool. More splashing followed and she dove down in an attempt to swim thru my legs.

As Allison swam thru my legs, she slid a finger along my slobbering slit that made me jump in surprise. When she surfaced, she burst out laughing from the look on my face.

Not to be outdone, I tried the same maneuver with similar results. When I slowly rose to the surface, Allison had a hungry look and took me in her arms.

Allison gazed at me and I lost myself in her pale blue eyes. I was never more ready for an encounter with her. She kissed me with a tenderness that wobbled my knees.

“Perhaps we should go inside.” She stated in a sexy voice.

As she strode ahead of me, I pinched her cute ass making her jump. In the bedroom, I landed on top of her and we made out like two horny high school kids.

I kissed her head and neck, up one arm and down the next. I sensually tongued her upper chest and trailed wet kisses until I zeroed in on her beautiful breasts.

Because I wanted to savor every minute and make the pleasure last for Allison, I took my sweet old time and nipped at the distended stubs. She let out a loud and long moan as her body writhed in pleasure. Then, I tongue whipped them as she held my head and wailed her approval.

Finally, I sucked with childlike need and Allison writhed on the bed. She humped her pussy against my leg and was it ever wet. I told her to slow down and she did.

Finally, my gaze settled on her pussy and I felt a yearning like no other deep in my body. I kissed her gently on the lips, trying to protract the mood. When I pulled back, she was smiling at me. I bent my head for another kiss and this time it lasted longer.

Breaking the kiss, I told her to lean up against the headboard with her legs splayed and raise her butt so I could place a pillow underneath. Lying prone on the bed, I had a great view of her pussy.

The lips had separated and the pink inner folds glistened with moisture from humping my leg. Allison had a neatly trimmed strip of curly blonde pubes above her slit. I took a long time kissing and licking the insides of her legs up to her pussy.

As I nuzzled Allison’s bush with my nose, her aroma filled my nostrils. Placing kisses along the length of her sopping wet slit, she kept trying to hump my face.

A tiny trickle of fluid ran down from the bottom of her slice and disappeared in the crack of her ass.

“Oh God! Please eat me!” she wailed with need.

I decided Allison had waited long enough, so I flattened my tongue and ran it from the bottom of her slit to just below her clit, gathering her secretions on my tongue. I quickly swallowed the fluid and marveled at the taste. It was tart and slightly pungent but downright intoxicating.

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Her innocent young eyes looked up with her mind concentrating on withstanding the task at hand. The first guy pulled his cock out and she gasped for air.

“Let’s spit roast this bitch.” The second guy said. “On all fours, you slut.”

She complied. Her face and pussy were soon occupied and she see sawed back and forth with special attention to the cock filling her mouth.

“What’s this bitch’s name again?”

“Tasha, I think. Who cares.”

She heard them, but he was right. The feeling of being a submissive slut allowed her to ignore whatever was left of her dignity. The two guys helped themselves to the rest of her body, grabbing her tits and slapping her ass. And she let them. For the time being, she was just their sex toy.

***

Natasha clutched her precious wine glass as she spied on her daughter from the window. Always hanging around the same group of boys. She didn’t want to make any judgments, but boys were always trouble. She pulled the curtain shut and returned to her study where Sophia was dusting.

“Slut, what has my dear daughter said about her social life?”

Sophia stopped her cleaning.

“She no talk much about friends. Always about class.”

“I want you to start asking her about her personal life. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress Lexington.”

***

Natasha entered Dorian’s secluded study. He was busy typing up some sort of report. She knew he was hiding something because it was always the same reaction when she bothered him. Once the doorknob starting turning, she heard two mouse clicks and then immediate typing, every time without fail.

Dorian looked up and smiled. “What brings you in this neck of the woods?”

Natasha didn’t really care if he was hiding something. Whatever it was had no baring on her. She had more pressing matters.

“Why does that girl only hang around with boys?” Natasha said.

“Who did you hang around with when you were that age?” Dorian asked.

Natasha shot him a look.

“Like mother, like daughter.” Dorian said. He walked over to his wife.

“Yes, but I regret that.”

Dorian grabbed Natasha and pinned her to the wall.

“Don’t think for a second that part of you is gone.” Dorian said. “If I wanted to, I could unleash the slut any second.”

He kissed her on the lips and let go. She straightened her dress and slapped him across the face.

“How dare you grab me like that.” Natasha said.

“What’s my punishment, my lady?” Dorian said with sly grin.

Natasha raised her eyebrow and shoved him to his knees. She slammed the study room door shut.

***

After brief oral pleasure from her husband, Natasha checked in on Bradley. She knew he had a test coming up and wanted to see the progress made with Sophia. She stood at the doorway and peaked in. Brad and Sophia sat at his desk with multiple books splayed out. The lust in his eyes coupled with her naivety made either party none to the wiser. Natasha couldn’t blame him. She could barely keep her eyes of her smooth tanned skin and innocent persona. It was a treat to enjoy her company personally every night. She could tell it was the highlight of her son’s day too.

The study session came to an end an Sophia saw Natasha watching. She bowed her head and passed by on her way to her next duty. Natasha entered her son’s room and sat on the bed.

“How are your tutoring sessions going, Bradley?” Natasha asked.

Bradley slumped in his chair, his annoyance palpable.

“Fine.”

“You two are really hitting it off.”

“She’s really smart.”

“And hot.”

Bradley’s face turned red.

“I’d say your focus is about 70% on her tits and 30% on what she’s actually saying. And that’s a generous 30%”

“You’re making this really uncomfortable.” Bradley said.

“How do you think she feels with your eyes just staring at her body?”

“I don’t know mom, ask her.”

He put his headphones on to tune her out. She yanked them off.

“How come you enjoy time with her and not me, then.” Natasha asked.

“Because…” Bradley hesitated. “She’s just a better mom. She listens, she’s smart. And ya she’s really hot, but I got a date with this cute girl using her advice.”

Natasha was embarrassed her son felt that way.

“I just feel like I trust her more than you.” He said and then placed his headphones back on.

Natasha stood for a moment. He wasn’t wrong. Beyond making sure Madelyn didn’t end up as the school slut, Natasha never took an interest in her kids life. The downside of having money was the selfishness it invoked. Natasha never had to lift a finger to raise the kids. She had helpers for that. Despite not working, she went right back to her normal life right after they were born. In fact it was a celebration to be able to enjoy her precious wine again. She loved her kids without question, but there was no pressure to influence their life. Whether they succeeded or failed, there was already a safety net in place. Let them learn life’s lessons iskenderun escort the hard way. Her watch vibrated. It was time to go visit her friend Regina. Natasha was so in love with the uniform, she wanted to show it off and she couldn’t think of anyone better than someone who also had a maid.

***

Regina greeted Natasha with open arms and a soft kiss on each cheek. Natasha returned the favor. Both women had a similar life path, so it was no surprise they met as trophy wives and instantly clicked. Whereas Natasha always looked on her past with regret and anger, Regina looked back at the many experimentation phases with no regrets, only a desire to make better future decisions.

Regina lead her to their usual Gossip Den.

“The usual?” Regina said.

Natasha answered with a slight nod.

“Jacqueline, two Chateau Lafite.” Regina instructed her maid.

Jacqueline bowed slightly and left. Her maid uniform was simple and functional. Regina never really cared about the looks of her maid, she just wanted the work to be done perfectly. And that meant a functional uniform. Natasha was excited to show Regina her feisty new maid and specifically her new uniform. She opened her phone and handed it to Regina.

“This is our new slut.” Natasha said.

Regina scrolled through the pictures. “She looks like a little firecracker.”

Natasha smiled. “She’s under me at least once a day.

Regina laughed and handed her phone back.

“You always had a knack for breaking them fast.” Regina said. “The uniform is absolutely gorgeous. Where did you get it from?”

“My husband surprised me with both.”

“Never took him as someone with an eye for that sort of thing.”

“Neither did I.”

Jacqueline returned with the wine and handed it to each lady. She stood off to the side to await further orders. Natasha raised her phone towards the maid.

“What do you think of my new little slut?” Natasha said.

The maid remained standing upright. Even if she could see the phone from that distance, her response would be the same.

“She’s gorgeous, Mrs. Lexington.” Jacqueline said.

“And the dress.”

“Beautiful.”

Natasha nodded in agreement and put her phone away beaming with pride. She picked up the wine and took a sip.

“I have it here with me.” Natasha said.

“The uniform?” Regina asked.

“I know you value comfort over looks, but I really think it blends both requirements very well.” Natasha looked at Jacqueline. “And you’re not doing her any favors with that drab thing.”

Regina stared at Natasha through narrowed eyes. The number one rule was never to insult the host, but something had to be said about her maid’s bland uniform. Jacqueline was doing all she could with what she was given, but she needed something better to work with.

“Well why don’t you try it on and show me.” Regina said.

“I was thinking that Jac…”

Regina waved her hand. “She’s still on duty at the moment. I don’t need her playing dress up.”

“I’ll leave you one for her to try later, we have plenty.”

“You afraid you might like it?”

Natasha’s cheeks flushed.

“It was just a suggestion, Regina. Forget I even mentioned it.”

“All this trouble and you’re not going to show me?”

Natasha looked up at Jacqueline. She wondered what went through their minds as they stood like statues patiently awaiting their next order. Sophia was the same way. Mindless obedience. If she put the uniform on and mimicked that, would she like it? The answer scared her. She knew her complacency had been dormant since her early days with her husband, but it was still lurking underneath. All it needed was the right trigger. Regina had always been her friend, but discretely telling her that her maid’s uniform sucked also implied she had horrible fashion sense. The challenge to put on the uniform was just that: a challenge. If she complied with the request, the power dynamic between them shifted back to the middle.

“Fine.”

Natasha stood up and grabbed the gift bag she had brought in. After 30 minutes of fiddling around and making sure everything was in its proper place, she looked at herself in the mirror. She looked stunning. With the help of her heels pushing her ass up, the black dress completely accentuated her curvy body. The sparkling diamonds on the uniform gave it an elegant feel, but she looked and felt like a maid. The one thing that stood out was her large diamond ring. No maid would ever be wearing such a ring and it made the entire outfit unbelievable. She took the ring off and placed it with her other items. For now she was just Natasha the maid.

With her head held high, Natasha confidently strode back into the Gossip Den. Regina’s eyes widened in delight.

“My goodness, Natasha, you look absolutely stunning.” Regina said.

Natasha did a few cat walks in front of Regina before stopping before her.

“Voila.” Natasha said gesturing at her uniform.

Regina diyarbakır escort remained seated and took the last sip of her wine.

“I have to admit, you were right. It looks amazing. But is it functional?”

Natasha bent over to show how the material hugged her body. Any action performed would be pleasurable in the dress for both the wearer and the viewer.

“Maid. Why don’t you get me another drink of wine?” Regina said and handed the glass to Natasha. “Jacqueline will show you where it is.”

Natasha hesitated. Her longing to be controlled jumped at the opportunity to slowly corrupt her mind again. She had suppressed it for so long, that only someone with enough dominance and respect could reignite it. Regina had both. Would it really hurt to pretend to be a maid? It might even be fun. Natasha decided to play along.

“Yes, Mrs. Winchester.” Natasha said.

Without saying a word, Jacqueline turned and walked down the hall. Natasha followed, her posture that of a submissive, obedient slave. Jacqueline hardly talked unless addressing Regina with the proper respect. She probably found it amusing that Natasha was trying to do her job. They entered the kitchen where select wine’s from the cellar were on display in the far corner. Jacqueline grabbed a bottle from the bottom right and handed it to Natasha. It seemed so long ago that Natasha had to open her own bottle of wine. With the help of an electric wine, Natasha was pouring the wine in no time and was ready to serve Regina.

As she headed towards the door, Regina’s husband, Tom, entered blocking her path. He was as handsome as she imagined and far more successful than Dorian. Despite her strong friendship with Regina, the two wives never got together with their husbands on a couples date. Tom and Dorian ran in two different circles and they never felt the need to indulge in their wives requests. He stopped and stared at Natasha.

“Regina never told me we hired a new maid. What’s your name?”

Natasha’s mind went to the most appropriate name.

“Tasha, sir.”

He smiled and openly checked her body out.

“Great pick on the uniform too.” Tom said. He looked at Jacqueline and back at Natasha.

“Actually I came her to request Jacqueline, but do you mind joining me outside? I have a few business associates coming for a meeting.”

Natasha looked at Jacqueline who remained silent and staring ahead. If there was a time to break character this was it. Her submissive nature was screaming to get out, to experience the dominance she lacked for so long. Tom’s charming smile and smooth deep voice, reignited many fantasies she had about being taken by a man.

“Yes, sir.” Natasha said.

Natasha handed the glass to Jacqueline.

“Please take this to Mrs. Winchester.” Natasha said.

Tom brought Natasha through the beautifully manicured backyard to another part of the estate. There were scantily clad women lounging around and other servers standing around with an assortment of beverages and finger foods. Natasha felt overdressed at the sight of the other women and her envious nature kicked. Her and Dorian were extremely well off, but not well off enough to afford double the service staff. Not to mention the women, but they were likely there more for the free amenities than being paid.

Their final destination was an enclosed screen gazebo where a conference room was set up. The table was laid out with snacks and glasses for beverages as well as a personal gift for each associate. Judging on the size of the box, it was likely an expensive watch. Natasha was told to stand in the corner and wait for further instructions. Her main job was to refill any drink during the meeting. She stood and waited as Tom left.

Outside, she could hear the shouting and chatter of the young women enjoying themselves around the pool. No doubt this was a ploy to relax the guests and signal what life could be like if they decided to do whatever deal was being discussed. Dorian explored similar methods, but never followed through after calculating the costs.

The wait was long and left plenty of time for Natasha to reflect on her predicament. On many occasions, she made her maids wait and wait. It was boring and demeaning. Their life was put on hold because their owner may need them eventually. Natasha looked down at her uniform and felt its tightness against her body. Now she knew how Sophia felt. The obedience. Staring ahead patiently waiting. Natasha had many plans after her visit with Regina and now she was stuck standing around Regina’s house, waiting on her temporary owner. She would be so annoyed if she wasn’t so turned on.

After two hours, Tom finally showed up with two older gentlemen. He brought them inside and had them sit down. The differences in style between Tom and her husband was evident in every little detail. Dorian would have a maid or servant bring the guests in to the meeting. Tom was more personal, and it likely allowed him to talk a bit more about himself and elazığ escort his house as he lead them through a prepared path. It’s always the little things.

“This is my lovely maid, Tasha. Let her know if you need a top up.”

Her annoyance at the wait was dissipated by Tom’s smile. Tasha made eye contact and smiled at both men. She had a job to do now. The meeting was more formal than she expected given the atmosphere outside. Natasha only had to refill their drinks once and remained in the corner for the rest of the meeting. Sometimes she caught both mens’ wandering eyes towards her like she was another piece of art in the well-decorated office. She found the attention rather flattering given her age. She was by no means as attractive as any of the eye candy flaunting their tits and asses out in the pool area, but she was still sexually attractive none-the-less. A MILF by modern standards as she’d been told many times.

Once the meeting concluded, Tom lead the gentlemen outside and they were flocked by the women. He returned to the conference room.

“You did well today.” Tom said.

“Thank you, Mr. Winchester.”

“Please call me Tom.” He smiled.

Natasha knew where this was going. She used it many times on new maids. Naive and eager to please. They were open to any suggestions to leave a favorable impression and make their owner’s lives easier.

“Can you grab those two glasses?” Tom said.

Natasha grabbed the two glasses and followed Tom to the back kitchen. She placed them on the counter next to his and waited for her next command. Tom didn’t even bother shutting the kitchen door for privacy.

“I never seem to get a say in the new maids, but Reg sure knows how to pick them.” Tom said. “You’re older and a bit more mature. I like that.”

His hand tucked her hair behind her ear. It reminded her of the time Dorian used to do that when they first met. It was always the first step in the courting process.

“You have children?” Tom asked.

Natasha nodded. “Two.”

Tom smiled. “A MILF. Even better.”

She always hated the term MILF. It was supposed to encompass all mothers, but porn shaped into the image of a blond bimbo with big tits. She wondered if that was how Tom saw her. A dumb blond. She was smarter than he knew, and she knew exactly what he was doing. But was she really smarter if she let him do it anyway? If she acted like a dumb bimbo and indulged him in his fantasies was that still a part of her or was she simply role playing the part?

“Did I do a good job today?” Tom said.

“Yes, sir.”

“I think I could use a reward too, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Why don’t you get down on your knees and give me my reward and that will be your reward.” Tom said.

How lucky of her to be able to suck his cock. She laughed internally at his attempt to reward her. He waited patiently. She could see movement below. All she had to do was tell him who she really was and walk out of there. There was nothing to gain from going through with it. On the other side, she already committed so much. Waiting around for 2 hours, waiting on the men like a servant. She certainly played the part to perfection. If she knelt and took that cock in her mouth, she may be sealing her fate as Tom’s maid. He would expect her there every day on call just like Natasha expected Sophia there every day. Could she be Tom’s maid every day? It’s not like she did anything else important. She’d be making less than both Jacqueline and Sophia doing the same work.

Tom’s hands gently grabbed her shoulders and slowly pushed her down. She didn’t resist. Once her knees touched the ground, she knelt submissively in front of him. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his flaccid cock. This was her last chance. Tom wasted no time and gently pushed the back of her head forward. She had no choice but to open her mouth and accept him. The cock pulsed as it grew in her mouth. Tasha, the slut from her college years, took over and she expertly worked her hand and mouth slobbering up and down his manhood. Her professional image went out the window as the college slut emerged gagging and salivating all over his lubed up shaft.

Tom enjoyed the performance and finished with a load all over her face. As a bonus for a good job, he had her clean the rest of his cock before putting it away. She waited submissively on her knees for further instruction. The semen and saliva dripping onto the black uniform below. She couldn’t believe she did it. It felt so liberating to finally be a slut again and be completely dominated by a man.

“So are you a live-in maid or?”

“I live somewhere else.” Natasha said. “My hours are flexible in the day.”

“I like you. Obedient, perfect service.” Tom said. “I think Regina’s going to have to find her own personal maid.”

Once Tom talked to Regina, it was going to be official. She had no reason to believe her friend wouldn’t go along with it. With the kids at school, Dorian working and Sophia and the rest of the staff watching the house, she could try being a maid for a bit. And despite knowing the tricks he was using, sucking Tom’s cock was rewarding. She performed a service admirably and she was rewarded with cock. Just like her college days. Natasha stood up and at attention.

“I will be pleased to serve you, Mr. Winchester.”

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** This is a continuation of lust and debauchery amongst a small coven of women. **

*****

My new life with the coven is fast and immediate. It’s been a few weeks since my incitation. I’ve never felt such a bonding with one group of women before, we are almost like sisters.. Almost. Because there is the unmistakable sense of lust whenever I am face to face with one or more of the coven members.

Ever since my initiation night on that fateful evening at the hotel, Megan has been prodding me to ask the high priestess, Yvonne, when it will be her chance to join the coven. I tell her to have patience because I’m sure her day will soon come.

I’ve been hearing rumors that there’s a big ceremony happening the night of the full moon and I’m intending on researching everything I can before then about full moon rituals.

Megan offers to help me with my research, so we make a night of it. Sitting down in front of my computer, we start researching everything and anything we can on the subject. I even have a few textbooks on witchcraft. We order Chinese take away and get down to business.

Megan is on the computer and I’m looking in one textbook about crystals, highlighting any text I find interesting and making notes. I suddenly feel Megan’s eyes on me and look up at her.

“What?” I ask. She quickly looks away, startled that I caught her looking at me. So, I ask her gently what she’s thinking about.

“Well,” She begins. “Ever since I saw you in bed with that woman and the things you two were doing, I just can’t get it out of my head. I didn’t even know you liked women that way. And you’ve changed a lot too. I mean, not in a bad way. Just, you’re dressing in more form fitting clothing and wearing more makeup. It’s really amazing.” She finishes quickly in a sense of awe and gives me wide eyes.

I regard her carefully iskenderun escort and wonder how much to tell her. She isn’t a coven member, yet. But, she is my best friend and I don’t want to leave her totally in the dark either. Contemplating how much to reveal, I decide a little information will help. She is a candidate for the coven, afterall. I can tell she is eager to know more.

I begin by saying, “Honestly, I didn’t think I was into girls either but being with Celeste was like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I was just in the moment and forgot everything else around me. It was almost like magic.” Megan is nodding when I’m done and immediately accepting. I smile and she smiles too and we get back to the research at hand.

It’s well into the night by the time we are finished. We are putting away the research materials and our take away packages from the Chinese delivery we had for dinner when our hands accidentally brush each others. There’s a charge where our hands have made contact and I bring my eyes up to hers. In the background, the clock starts chiming midnight. It’s the Witching Hour.

We fall into each other’s arms and begin running our hands over each others bodies and kissing passionately, like we are under a spell. I had never really thought of Megan in a sexual way before, but all that is not important now as I begin removing her blouse and then her bra.

My mouth is on her breast, my tongue flicking over her nipple. She’s moaning and grinding herself against me, like a bitch in heat. I pull back her head by her long auburn hair and graze my teeth along her neck, her rapid pulse dances under my touch. Her green, emerald eyes gaze at me with lust and longing. Lust that had not been there before.

It was in this moment that I knew I was in complete control of her and she would do diyarbakır escort anything I asked of her. I now realized the power of the coven that was within me. It was an exhilarating feeling and though some part of me knew I should not take advantage of my best friend, I also knew she wanted this too. No, needed this in a way I needed it at my own initiation. There comes a time in a woman’s life when she just wants to give all control to someone else and just get lost in the moment.

With that knowledge, I take Megan in my arms once again and lock my lips to hers, drinking in her passion, her need, her pure lust. She’s eating at my mouth, like a drowning woman, making low guttural noises.

I pull away and her disappointment is evident, but then I lead her to the sofa and allow her to lean back. I help her remove her hip hugging black jeans and then her soaking wet, black thong. I move back to look at her, searing the image of her like this in my brain.

She’s naked, before me, in all her glory, with her smooth shaven pussy inches from my face. I can see her pussy juices already glistening on her slit and I find I’m eager to taste my best friends pussy.

Since the initiation, I’ve come to love the taste of pussy and have already tasted some of the coven members beautiful pussies, Ashley, Nicole, Melanie. But, Megan doesn’t know about that.. yet.

With that thought, I bury my face in Megan’s warm cunt. She’s moaning and her legs are spread wide for me. I move a long, black polished finger in and out of her pussy in time to the movement of my tongue on her clit. My tongue stud traces over her clit, making her shiver.

“Oh Faye, omg Faye,” She’s moaning over and over, while my skilled tongue works over her pussy and now I have two fingers buried deep in her pussy, fucking her slow and then arsuz escort faster. I can tell she’s close to orgasm when her eyes roll back in her head and then she’s shaking and moaning uncontrollably. I keep licking and sucking on her clit, as her juices flow freely into my mouth.

I remove my fingers from her pussy and quickly undress while she’s still twitching on the sofa. Then I position myself over her face, urging her to lick my smooth shaven pussy. Her eyes flutter open, she looks up at my pussy. I lower it to her mouth and she obediently begins licking and sucking on my clit.

“Oh yes,” I’m moaning. “That’s it. Don’t stop.” Her tongue begins fucking my pussy like a small penis and it just feels amazing. My juices are covering her face and she keeps going til I’m crying out with ecstasy.

I lower myself from her face and hold her down with her legs spread wide, covering my now sensitive pussy over hers and then begin a slow, delicious grind, rocking my hips and thrusting my clit over hers again and again. We are both moaning and the sounds of our pussies grinding against each other and our moaning is the only sounds in the room.

Her hand reaches down and starts rubbing my clit in time to the thrusts of my hips, grinding on her pussy faster and faster til the sofa begins hitting the wall with our continued thrusts. I feel the orgasm building within me and the sweet sensations pouring over and through me.

I suddenly see the coven, in my minds eye, and realize they have been watching us through a crystal ball. I see Amy too, with her shoulder length, classy, ginger hair, who originally invited me to the coven. She’s got a seductive look in her eyes I’ve never seen from her before. Yvonne and the rest are all looking on in approval.

I lay against Megan, with our arms around each other and we soon fall asleep. The phone wakes me at 8 in the morning, it’s Amy. She tells me she knew I would make an excellent addition to the coven. I can hear the smile in her voice. Then she invites me to bring Megan to the full moon ceremony the following week.

Because it will also be Megan’s initiation into the coven..

To be continued.

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[WARNING: This story contains elements of hate speech. If you are easily offended by such language, please stop here. I think thoughtful readers will understand that these words are used to draw characterizations, and not to encourage or espouse hateful ideology on the part of the author.]

Pt. 3 – Ew

by Holly Lori Annalee

Previously on The Dream Girls: The girls persevered through a number of annoying interruptions and finished fucking. Jessa came hard while Kim brutally fisted her asshole, then Kim came all over the place riding Jessa’s pretty face and a powerful Hitachi vibrating wand. They fell asleep in the filthy room, taking a little nap before they had to wake up and get ready for a pic sesh that evening.

*****

Kim and Jessa laid next to each other in Jessa’s rank stuffy bedroom, sweaty, raw and utterly spent from a good, hard fuck and powerful, convulsing orgasms. The stench in the room was potent. Pungent body odor, bitter vomit, bad breath, the tangy musk of soaked, sweaty pussies, the faint metallic essence of silicone lubricant and a hint of ass all became one hanging aroma of pure carnal reek.

After they each took a twenty minute post-fuck catnap, Kim woke up first. She moved Jessa’s hand off her tit and rolled over to try to prop herself up. Her legs were not entirely sturdy yet, but she managed to stand up and lean on the wall until they got some strength back.

She left the room and stumbled to the bathroom, where she bent her head into the sink, turned the faucet on and gulped water for almost half a minute. She stared at her glowing face and tits in the mirror over the sink for a while, then flipped her long, silky hair back and forth a few times to practice being hot. Some patches of her hair were wet and matted with sweat and vomit, among other liquids. She smiled a practiced, entrancing smile, held her tits from the bottom, then did some kissing faces, practicing for their pics and vids. That got boring after a little bit, so she scuffled out of the bathroom and into her own bedroom.

In her bedroom, she snapped open one of her luggage cases and extracted a thin package with a provocative picture on the front. She ripped open the package with ease and drew out a long, meshy black thing—a black fishnet bodysuit with a fuckhole built in from the crotch all the way past her asshole. Kim didn’t usually wear one while she fucked, but she liked to have her pussy and ass nice and free, just in case.

Kim had first tried on fishnets when she was 12 years old, but she had not made them part of her post-fuck routine until a few years ago. She always had some brand new ones around for when she fucked—fishnets, to Kim, were something to use and lose. She rolled them up, poked her feet into the bottoms and unraveled the rest up over her body, sliding her hands and arms into the sleeves and bringing it all the way up to her neck. There it was—that ultimate cool airy sensation all over her skin, a soothing balm after the physical toll of fucking like Kim fucked.

She looked at her hot fishnet-covered body in the mirror for a few minutes, posing and pushing out her tits and ass, then stepped out and down into the living area to get her phone. She sat down for a while in the big chair with her legs spread wide to watch some gay porn and relax—watching gay porn was another part of her post-fuck thing.

Back in the bedroom, Jessa came around. She kept her eyes shut and searched around the edge of the bed for her phone, but found only puddles of water and slick areas of wet, sticky stuff on the hardwood. She wiped her hands on the sheet and laid there for a few minutes coming out of sleep fog.

When she realized Kim wasn’t in the room, she looked up and saw Kim sitting down in the big chair. She called out through her doorway.

“Hey, what time is it or whatever? I can’t fucking find my phone. We need to be down there by like 7:30.”

Kim took a minute to reply. The frenzied pig sounds of a group of men fucking each other floated across the silence from her phone. She sighed a long, tired sigh, then answered.

“It’s 5:58.”

Jessa ran through a checklist in her mind, then sat up and rubbed her eyes. She looked around the room and found her phone and a gigantic sealed bottle of Evian water.

In the living area, Kim sat watching a porn scene where a hairy, muscly white man was being gangbanged by a group of six big black men with ungodly huge dicks. The white man was being double penetrated, was sucking and jerking some dicks, and was getting his own cock sucked. The men were all grunting and “yeah”-ing at their writhing, meaty fuck pile. Kim entertained the idea of masturbating, but she just didn’t have the strength or the willpower. She loved to punish her sore post-fuck pussy by demanding another orgasm from it, but her current exhaustion was too much for all that.

She clicked off her phone, rose up, stretched and yawned, then walked up the steps and went into the kitchen. There, she set about making a pre-mixed smoothie. She opened the freezer door and took out one of their organic iskenderun escort smoothie kit cups and threw it across onto the counter, then went tearing through the cabinets to find the blender, leaving doors open and bowls and other kitchen things scattered on the floor and the counter.

Her phone rang, and she looked at the caller ID.

Rachel.

She clicked to answer and put the phone between her shoulder and her ear.

“What?” she said.

She half-listened to Rachel stutter and bumble on the other end while she yanked the blender out of a lower cabinet and slammed it onto the counter.

“I don’t know, no. Not until we’re finished snapping pics and shit.”

Kim plugged in the blender, ripped open the smoothie kit cup, dumped the multicolored contents into the blender and dropped the empty cup on the floor. Rachel blabbed and blabbed her boring kissass loser bullshit.

Jessa walked into the kitchen doorway holding her phone and her big water bottle, dressed in only a skimpy lavender bikini top and wearing massive Ray-Ban aviator sunglasses that covered half of her face. She was popping in before hitting the balcony.

“Ask Stench if she’s fucking dirty like I told her.”

“How dirty are you for tonight?” Kim asked. She was in front of the refrigerator, about to open it. She turned to relay something to Jessa.

“She hasn’t taken a shower in a week or some shit, and she went to the gym twice a day.” She listened some more and her eyes went wide. “And she just got her period this morning.” Good news for both of them.

Jessa took a swig of her water and walked away towards the balcony, her sign of approval. The door opened, then closed.

“Good,” Kim said. Rachel resumed babbling and—

Before Kim opened the fridge, she felt a strong sensation in her ass. She took a quick survey of the kitchen. Over on the far side there was a wall with a giant cool painting, some kind of impressionist vision of a cityscape. She walked over to the wall, squatted down on her haunches, felt the fuckhole in the fishnet bodysuit spread open on her asscheeks and braced herself.

“Rache hold on a min—nnnnnnnnnhhhhhh.”

Kim pushed a long, snaking hot turd out of her asshole onto the floor of the kitchen—the fat end of it almost flopped against her ankle, but she deftly moved her foot out of the way in time. She wiggled her ass so a few last little chunks could squeeze out, then got one hand all wet in her mouth and used it to wipe her ass from front to back. Not one to leave a stone unturned, she pressed a finger in to really clear it all out, then stood up.

Without a warning to Rachel, she tossed the phone onto the nearest counter, washed her hands vigorously, then looked around in the cabinets for something else to use. She found a comfy blue oven mit and used it to wipe her ass again—just to make sure—then opened the trash can with her foot and threw the oven mit inside. The big glop of shit was still steaming on the floor, so she got the biggest pot she could find—a fancy French all-copper cookpot—and dropped it with a loud clang over the pile of her shit so it wouldn’t stink up the whole suite.

She picked up her phone and put it to her ear while she got the organic small batch almond milk out of the fridge to pour into the blender.

“Nah I just had to do something in the kitchen. Just come over, like, when—”

Rachel interrupted her, and Kim froze in disbelief. She set the almond milk on the counter and put her hand on the cool surface to balance herself. Her eyes went wide and her mouth opened up.

“You’re fucking lying. Oh my god!”

Kim abruptly hung up on Rachel and turned her head to call out into the suite.

“Kim fucking got it! She’s bringing us our shit that she promised!”

There was no answer. Then she remembered Jessa was out on the balcony. Kim returned to the blender, held the top on and started it up. A little pee trickled down her leg—she had mostly succeeded in holding it in while she was shitting, but some had escaped. She just let it dribble down—her imagination was elsewhere.

When the smoothie was fully blended, she lifted the top off, threw it into the corner near the shit pot, and poured the mixture into a big ornate glass she had found in one of the cabinets. She unplugged the blender and tossed it carelessly into the sink, where some of the remaining smoothie spattered up onto the faucet and the wall under the wide kitchen window.

Kim carefully stepped through the kitchen to the main area and walked to her room to get her own sunglasses. She put them on, then marched out to the balcony, stepping right in the gloopy leftovers of Jessa’s hour-old puke puddle and trailing some through the rest of the place. She opened the heavy door to the balcony and stepped out in her fishnets, leaving the door open and letting the air conditioning escape from the suite.

Someone way out on the ground was yelling—a woman. Jessa was standing at the railing with her legs spread and her hand on her lower stomach looking down to hatay escort someone and smiling. Their bodies were entirely exposed to the world—the balcony was enclosed by a simple but refined set of metal bars with a dark steel tube at the top for a railing. Kim was momentarily baffled by the yelling, which seemed to be pointed towards her and Jessa.

An older, ugly woman was standing out near where the parking lot began in jeans and a tank top. One hand sat on her hip holding her white purse in place and the other hand was pointing—at Jessa. She was angry, and whatever she was saying sounded scolding and totally fucking lame.

“What the fuck is with that fucking psycho bitch?” Kim asked.

“I said hi to her husband while they were walking out, then I spread my legs so they could see all my perfect shit.”

The husband was turned away from the woman with his arms crossed and his head down, clearly a little embarassed and definitely fucking pussy-whipped by his fucking ugly trash wife. Kim put it all together and got excited. She had an idea.

“Want some of my smoothie?”

“Yeah, give me it.”

Kim took a big swig of the smoothie, set the glass down on the floor of the balcony, then turned Jessa’s head towards hers with one finger and began making out with her hardcore, pushing some of the smoothie into her mouth with her tongue. She used her hands to hold and squeeze her own tits, swallowed her own smoothie, then licked Jessa’s mouth and chin clean and looked back down to the fucking psycho.

The woman glared at them, then turned to yell something at her husband. He began solemnly walking away further into the parking lot. The woman turned back.

“Put your leg up on the railing Jess.”

Jessa placed her foot on the railing so her knee bent and her leg was up. Kim got down on her haunches and began to eat Jessa’s pussy, holding Jessa’s hips with both hands and enjoying it immensely—not only were they offending some skank wife bitch, but Jessa’s post-fuck, post-nap inner thigh area had a sharp, musky sex smell.

Jessa placed one hand on Kim’s head and took a long swig of her giant water bottle with the other. She tilted it down and grinned wide and mean at the stupid woman. The woman turned looked like she was going to explode—she spun around and screamed towards her husband, who was still, like, moping away like a total fucking faggot and shit.

When the woman turned back around, the girls were in a different position. Jessa had dropped her water bottle on the floor, turned to the side and was massaging her cute tits under the skimpy bikini top. Kim was on her knees eating Jessa’s asshole from behind. The woman could see everything. Finally, she turned and walked off towards her husband, powerwalking like some corny mom or something.

“She left,” Jessa said.

Kim disengaged her lips and tongue from Jessa’s asshole and stood up. She wiped her mouth off and bent down to pick up the smoothie. They watched the psycho bitch walk her fucking stupid powerwalk until both her and her husband were out of sight, then took to their phones. Jessa scrolled, and Kim was texting. Someone laughed far away near the lake, and out somewhere in the parking lot an engine revved.

Kim stopped typing and read a reply to another text, then spoke.

“Kylie wants to know if we wanna go with her to a party at Braien’s on Thursday.”

Jessa kept scrolling, then burped before speaking.

“I can’t. I’m getting gang raped on what’s-his-name’s new yacht, Eric or Evan or whoever from that place last week, for his bachelor party and shit.”

“Well, like, what time will you be done or whatever?”

Jessa dropped her phone and looked out into the distance, in utter disbelief at such brazen stupidity. Her face contorted into the shape of a mega huge bitch, and she spoke out into the world for all to hear.

“Fucking gee, Kim, I don’t know—I’m getting raped. That is fucking literally not up to me.”

Kim raised her eyebrows and clicked her tongue, and they returned to their phones for a while. Kim started scrolling through some girl’s Instagram feed.

“I think I’m gonna try to fuck Braien’s little sister at that party,” Kim said. “She’s like fucking ob-sessed with me.”

“Emelie? I guess she’s hot. Isn’t she in, like, fucking middle school or whatever?”

“She just graduated fucking high school! Like you should fucking talk, you fucking dirty ass pedophile.” Kim snorted a little laugh.

“Ew,” Jessa said, and left it at that.

They stopped talking, and were both texting now. Minutes passed. Kim let out a long, rolling burp.

“We need to take a shower before we snap pics downstairs or whatever,” Kim said.

“Totally,” Jessa said.

They both went back into the suite and into their rooms, where they got their bathroom stuff out and found towels and washcloths. While Kim stripped her fishnet bodysuit off and dropped it into the small bedroom trashcan, Jessa walked into the bathroom and admired herself in the mirror, turning this way and that way antakya escort to stare at her face and her upper body. Kim came in and put her stuff down on the long, giant bathroom counter, then looked at Jessa in the mirror.

“Wanna smell my asshole before we get in or whatever?”

Jessa scrunched up her face.

“Why?”

“Because I, like, literally just took a shit in the fucking kitchen.” Her raspy vocal fry was especially thick with this statement.

“Jesus you are such a gross fucking skank,” Jessa said. She backed up to look down at Kim’s plump ass and her eyes glossed over.

“Bend over the fucking sink right fucking now.”

Kim bent way over and looked into the mirror to stare at her beautiful hot face and her great tits hanging down. Jessa got right behind Kim on her haunches, spread Kim’s bubbly asscheeks apart as far as she could, and leaned in to put her nose right up to Kim’s glistening tan asshole. She took a deep, long sniff, and there it was—the pungent, delicious faint smell of ass. Just like gasoline, she desperately wished to god she could drink that smell, swish it around on her tongue and feel it go down her throat.

“Oh,” Jessa said. “Oh. Fuck yeah. Fuck.”

Jessa pushed the very tip of her nose against Kim’s asshole, then pressed in just a little and sniffed the inside of her ass hard and deep. It was even better. It didn’t smell like actual shit, just that glorious, purely sexual aroma of a recently used, wiped, but not entirely clean rectum.

“I wanna fuck again,” Jessa said.

She licked one of her fingers and jammed it into Kim’s asshole, and Kim grunted deep. She pulled her finger back out and smelled it hard. Her eyes shut tight in ecstasy.

“Kim. I said I want to fuck again,” Jessa said.

Kim shook her ass from side to side, just to tease. She watched her perfect tits wiggle a little bit in the reflection of the mirror.

“We have to get down to the fucking patio before it’s golden hour. No.”

Jessa sighed in petulant disgust and stood up. Kim’s eyes were still fixed on her own face and tits in the mirror. Jessa whined like a small child.

“Kimmm, just let me smell your asshole while I fuck myself with the yellow onnne,” she said, referring to a big yellow vibrating dildo they could mount on the floor and ride.

“When Rachel gets here we can fuck again,” Kim said.

“Oh my fucking goddd! Why is everybody being such a piece of shit to me todayyy?”

Kim ignored her and stood up. Jessa’s huff only lasted so long—after a brief moment, she found her gorgeous self in the mirror again and all was forgotten.

They went about getting their products out and setting them on the shelf in the back of the big shower. Jessa undid what was left of her braided bun, shook her hair loose, and turned on the water. It gradually filled the room with steam while they posed and stared at themselves in the mirror.

Jessa stepped in first, and Kim followed. The shower was long and wide, and could easily fit two people or more. Without speaking, they pressed their bodies together under the water to share the stream, getting nice and wet and soaking their hair. The process may have looked sexual to an observer, but for them this was just routine. Just business.

When their bodies were all wet and ready for washing, they stepped back from the water. Jessa put her arms in the air, and Kim got to work. She squeezed out some body wash and used her hands to lather Jessa’s entire body—every crevice except her pussy. Kim lathered her neck and her back, her sides and her armpits, her tits and her stomach and her arms, then crouched down and got the rest, picking up Jessa’s feet one by one to push her fingers between her toes and rub under her feet. She stood up, soaked a washcloth in the hot spray and scrubbed everywhere.

Next, she got out Jessa’s special pussy soap, lathered her pussy well, picked up the shower head and rinsed Jessa down from her head to her toe. Then came shampoo and conditioner. Kim laboriously washed Jessa’s hair, her tits pressing into Jessa’s sides and back, and she massaged her scalp, then tilted Jessa’s head to rinse everywhere. She repeated this procedure with the conditioner. Jessa stood still through it all, letting Kim bend her limbs and spread her legs as if she were a mannequin.

This was Jessa’s unspoken privilege—Kim always washed Jessa, no matter their mood or situation, and then Kim washed herself. It was another part of their dynamic, something that had started so long ago that neither could even remember why. They always took their showers and their baths together. Jessa had not washed her own body in a long, long time, and had only reluctantly washed Kim’s body once, when Kim had been hardly conscious coming down from some pills years ago and they needed to look good for some pics. That had been a fucking shitty day.

When Jessa was cleaned off, she stayed under the hot water while Kim finished by herself. As soon as Kim had finished rinsing out her own hair, she shut the water off and opened the glass door. Kim fetched a towel and began toweling Jessa off, making sure to get everywhere, then wrapped Jessa in the towel and grabbed a smaller one for her hair. She gave Jessa’s hair a rough drying, then wrapped that towel tightly around her head. Her showering now complete, Jessa stepped out and left the bathroom without a word.

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The announcement came over the loudspeakers at O’Hare airport but the results were soon to be seen on every one of the Arrival/Departure Screens throughout the airport. The snowstorm that had hit the area was shutting down the place. I rushed to the counter to see if the airline was going to put us up in hotels or if they had made any arrangements with the local hotels to give us discounted rates on a room. No, and No. It was up to us to fend for ourselves.

I called our corporate travel agency and put them to work getting me a room. When I called back a half-hour later I was pleased to hear they had gotten me not just a room but a suite. Whew, I was going to be treated like a queen for the night. The hotel was just a short cab ride from the airport but that tuned out to be a major problem. The taxis didn’t want to give up their spot in line for just a short ride … they wanted longer fares. I went back inside and found one of those big racks showing pictures of the hotels in the area with a phone so you could call them directly with just a push of a button. I got mine and they said they had limo service throughout the airport and if I would go out and stand by the limo area, one would be by shortly.

As I was making this call I couldn’t help but hear a young woman trying desperately to find a room for herself. She was in her late teens and not too bad looking. I listened to her for a short time and then interrupted and offered to share my suite with her if she was interested. Interested, she damn near jumped me.

“Oh yes, I am dead tired and can’t bear to think of sitting in this airport all night by myself. You are sweet to offer it.”

We went outside and waited where I was told to be and sure enough a van with a logo of the hotel plastered all over it pulled up and we had a ride to our sleeping quarters for the night.

I started our conversation with, “By the way, my name is Judy and I am thirty six incase you are wondering,” and she responded with “and mine is Catherine and I am twenty.”

The suite was just that. It had a bedroom with a king size bed, a huge bath with a very nice sitting room for TV, writing desk with a mini fridge full of booze and all kinds of little treats.

“Catherine, it would appear we are going to be sharing the big bed unless you want to camp out on that small sofa in the sitting room.”

“The sofa looks kind of small so I’d just as soon share the bed with you unless you would rather sleep alone. If so, I’ll make do in the sitting room.” She answered.

“Oh hell, I invited you to share a room and when I did I never thought we would have our own beds so we will share this big one.” I said all the while looking at her sweet young figure with lust in my eyes.

“I haven’t eaten and before this place gets overwhelmed I would make the suggestion that we either go down to the dining room or have room service bring up a dinner. What do you say?”

“I’d prefer we ate in the dining room if you wouldn’t mind. I like to have some room when I am eating rather than try and do it on my lap.” She answered.

“Not at all. Let’s go.”

We had a nice dinner with perhaps a few too many drinks. I put the tab on the room so the company was going to pay for it and that thrilled Catherine. We were amazed at the number of people who had taken the airport van to the hotel without having a reservation in the hopes their very presence would get them a room. It wasn’t working for them.

“Catherine, we better get back up to the room before there is a revolt down here and these people storm the rooms.”

I couldn’t bring myself to think that would happen but it was getting nastier by the minute at the front desk. The desk clerk had already called security who posted two guards there but the crowd was at least well over seventy-five and it was growing with each van load. I was damn glad we had gotten our dinner before they also realized they needed more than a room. There was a bit of a feeling of guilt as we moved past the crowd and onto an elevator to take us to our room but it wasn’t so bad I was willing to share any more of the room.

We chatted about lots of things but most of all, our interrupted trip. I was going on a business trip and she was going to visit her grandparents. I was divorced and she had never had a boyfriend. Wow, that struck me as strange and when I asked her why all she would say was:

“Boy’s don’t turn me on and besides I am not that attractive.”

I went over to her and stood in front of her and put one hand under her chin and simply said,

“You are out of your fucking mind. You are very attractive.” She sort of recoiled at my use of the profanity.

We were standing near a full- length closet door mirror and I went up behind her and made her face the thing with me right behind her.

“Hey dummy, take a look at the girl you are saying ‘isn’t very attractive’. If you still think that after looking at yourself I ought to make an appointment for you with an ophthalmologist for a thorough eye exam.” iskenderun escort

I was right behind her and put my arms around her and cupped her breasts and she gasped.

“Besides being attractive you have a very nice figure. Just look at these lovely breasts.” I said as I was putting a little motion in my cupping of them. I lifted them and just nodded at our images in the mirror. Neither of us were beauty queens but I was hoping my caresses would lead to something a whole lot more.

“Do you think that or are you just saying that to be nice? She asked quizzically.

“Catherine, stand back and drop your skirt. I want to see your complete figure.”

“What do you mean. Are you asking me to get naked?”

“Well, that wasn’t what I was asking but in a little while you will be as close to naked as you can be when we get ready for bed.”

“Yeah, I guess.” She said and she reached around and dropped her skirt and laid it over the arm of a chair.

She had gorgeous hips and legs and as I had her pirouette I could see through her panties she didn’t shave her pubic area. I was quickly dreaming of getting my face buried between her long legs.

“Now take off your blouse but leave your bra on.” I instructed.

She did and I was then looking at a very desirable twenty-year-old gal.

“Catherine. Let me ask you something you don’t have to answer if you choose not to. Are you a virgin?”

You could have used the blush from her face to read by. “Yes, I am and I am embarrassed about that.”

“Why are you embarrassed?”

“Because I am twenty and all of the other gals in school had sex by the time they were eighteen.”

“Here’s another question you can choose not to answer, Have you ever ben real close to another girl?”

She looked at me knowing full well what I was asking but she didn’t want to discuss it in any detail, “No, I have seen some I would have liked to be with but they obviously thought I wasn’t pretty enough.”

“Geez, will you stop that self deprecating stuff. You are a nice looking gal.” And with that I unhooked her bra and let it drop. She caught it at her waist and sort of screeched, “What are you doing?”

I just wanted you to look at your lovely breasts that many gals would die to have. Look at them. She had her head turned to look at me and I almost shouted, “No, look at them, not at me.”

She turned to look at the mirror and I was still behind her and once again I reached around her and put my hands under her breasts, except this time they were bare.

“Now take a look,” as I opened my own blouse and unhooked my bra. “Your tits are every bit as large as mine.” I then reached down and dropped the pants of my pantsuit and stepped out of them saying, “and your figure is by far better than mine and I don’t have any trouble getting close to guys or gals.”

I figured I had to do something to get this to continue so I suggested, “Hey, how about I get us a couple of drinks out of the mini bar and we can drink them while we are in the sack talking?”

I didn’t wait for an answer and went over and got the drinks and led the way in to the bedroom. She followed close behind.

I laid my things over the arm of another easy chair and grabbed my small traveling case and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and take off my makeup. “I’ll be there in a minute.” I shouted.

She was right behind me and used the other sink for her night stuff and by then I was bare ass naked. I could see that she was sneaking peeks of me in the huge wall size mirror in front of us and to tell the truth I was doing the same to her. The way she was standing her tits were only really visible part of the time.

It was only a few minutes and I was tossing the covers down on the bed and pouring our drinks from the mini containers. She came back to the bed saying that she ought to dig out her night gown and I asked why for I was going to sleep in the nude as usual. The drinks may have loosened her up a bit for she sort of threw her skirt over her shoulder saying ‘Why not?”

She kind of jumped into the bed the way kids usually do and then reached over to the nightstand and got the drink I had put there for her.

I scooted over on the bed to be nearer to her and said, “Catherine, look down at your breasts and then look at mine and can’t you see how yours are far more attractive?”

She did and answered, “Well, sort of.”

“Sort of? Give me your hand.”

She did and I took it in mine and pulled it to rest on my breast. “Now give it a little squeeze and then take your other hand and put it on one of your own and give it a squeeze and you will see how much firmer yours are than mine.”

“Gee, you’re right.”

“Judy, I can see you shave yourself down there. Why do you do that?”

“Well, there isn’t any mystery about it. I wear a bikini type of bathing suit and I didn’t like my pubic hair sticking out around the edges of it so I shaved most of it. Do you like it?”

“I have antakya escort never seen one like that before. The showers in the girl’s gym were all in stalls and the girls would have a towel around themselves as they came out of them. Does it hurt to shave it?”

“No, not at all. All you really have to do is to trim it way down with scissors and then use shaving cream and a BIC type of razor. You can use an electric razor but I never did. I’d be happy to do it for you if you want. Keep in mind though that once you do it you will have to keep doing it or the stubble will drive you crazy. But you’ll be able to wear a bikini type of suit and show off your pretty figure instead of hiding it the way you do.”

She just giggled and it was obvious she was feeling the effects of the drinks she had at dinner and the one she was drinking right then.

“OK, please do it for me.”

I dug our a pair of scissors I use for work out of my briefcase and told her we ought to do it in the bathtub so she rolled off the bed and followed me in but not before grabbing her drink for company.

The hotel had provided a small traveler’s kit including a razor and shave cream so besides my scissors we were set.

“Catherine, I want you to sit on the side of the tub and I’ll trim it and wash the trimmings down the drain. Then we’ll have you sit in the tub and we’ll put a couple of inches of warm water in and it will soften up your hair to make it easier to shave. OK?”

“OK barber lady.” She replied with an alcoholic laugh

I started trimming and obviously had to ask her to spread her legs a little. She obeyed instantly with a huge giggle. My fingers just naturally trailed down over her pussy lips as I was trimming and I couldn’t wait to do the actual shaving in that spot. The trimming only took a few minutes and I was running the water to wash down the hair and then told her to wait a moment before we put the stopper in the tub.

I had her slide down and get the stubble wet to soften it and she obeyed perfectly. I let her sit there for a few minutes and used the excuse of wanting to get it real soft so I just had to run my fingers around the whole area. Following that I drained the tub and smeared the shave cream all over her pussy. I made sure my fingers dropped down between her pussy lips and just lightly brushed against her clit in passing. It was then time for the shave.

She had slid up to where she was sitting at the top of the tub and I was busy shaving away. I had the water running and going down the drain to wash the razor every time I had a glob of cream on it and then back to the shaving. I began using the fingers on one hand to spread her pussy lips while my other hand was busy with the razor. All of a sudden I could feel her shudder and then let out a small moan.

I kept up exactly what I was doing but I then let the fingers on the hand that was opening her pussy lips also slide up and occasionally touch her clit. That brought on a much bigger shudder.

“Slide forward honey and we’ll get you rinsed off.”

As I was splashing water up on her crotch to wash off the shave cream I was also opening her pussy lips to get the cream out of there. “OK, out of the tub and I’ll do the rest of it on the bed.”

“I thought you would do it all right here in the tub.”

“No, there are a few hairs around the lower section I can’t reach while you are sitting on them”.

She dried off and I led her back to the bed where I put a dry towel beneath her.

“Now lay back honey and open your legs wide.” She did and I thought I was going to die looking at the sweet virgin pussy staring me in the face.

I made believe I was doing more but was just using the excuse to have her on the bed with her legs open. When she was in the tub I noticed she loved to have me lightly touch her clit so I did that every time I slipped my fingers up and down to open her pussy lips. She didn’t disappoint; her moans became louder every time

“I finally said, there you are, smooth as a baby’s ass and twice as pretty.” As soon as I got the last word of that out of my mouth I leaned forward and kissed the outer lips of her pussy.

“Oh my God, that feels wonderful.”

I kept my mouth right where it was and kissed the whole area very lightly. As my lips brushed over the outer lips I stopped and put out my tongue so it just barely touched her clit.

That was like lighting the fuse on a firecracker. She threw her hips up at me and yelled, “Judy, what are you doing with your tongue?”

I lifted my face and just said, “Shhhh, honey. I am doing some of the same things you do to yourself when you are masturbating except I am using my super soft tongue.”

“Oh God, this feels so much better.”

I slipped around so I was lying between her legs and had a much better angle to use my mouth. While my tongue was doing its thing I had a couple of fingers penetrating her pussy as deep as they could reach and soon began finger fucking her while my tongue was bursa escort working her clit. To say she exploded would be the understatement of the year. She went crazy would be closer to the truth. Her hips were flying around so violently I had a hard time keeping my mouth where it was and then the river of her juices started pouring out of her. Gals don’t shoot their come like a guy does but these were literally pouring out of her. I was glad the towel under her was double folded or we would have had a wet bed on which to sleep.

My face was just lying against her lower abdomen and she was breathing so hard I was hopeful she was all right. I slid up, wiping my mouth on the towel as I went past it, and then I raised up to give her a long deep kiss. She threw her arms around me and pulled me to her.

“Judy, that is the first kiss I ever had other than those my mother used to give me when I was little. She stopped doing that when her and my dad divorced and she found another guy. I was left out in the cold right then.”

I damn near cried when I heard that. “Well Cath, I’ll have to do more of it to make up for lost time.”

She slipped down and nestled with her face in my armpit and just snuggled there tightly. It was as if she had found a new mother and she wasn’t letting go.

I was so horny my nipples were almost bursting and I had to figure a nice way for her to reciprocate on my pussy eating session.

I lay back on the bed and had my hand just lightly touching myself when I felt another hand moving in. “Judy, I’ll do that for you if you want. I have never done anything at all with either a boy or a girl so if you will just tell me what feels good for you I’ll do it?

“That would be great honey. Just do to me what you do to yourself when you are masturbating. You do masturbate don’t you?”

I looked over at her as I said that and her face was beet red. “Well, do you or don’t you?”

“I do but I am embarrassed to say so.”

“Damn, you get embarrassed too easily about everything.”

“Just use your fingers the way you do to yourself or the way I did to you.” I said.

Her fingers were just perfect except she wasn’t putting them in me. “Cath, how about slipping down between my legs and you will be able to slide your fingers in and out of me the way I did to you. It is almost as good as getting fucked.”

Oh shit, there I go with the profanity again and she will be all embarrassed.

Oh this gal takes directions very well. Her fingers were going in and out of me just fine but my clit was getting ignored. Now if I can only figure a way to get her mouth involved.

“Cath, kiss the lips of my pussy ever so lightly as you are doing that. It will feel great to me.”

“OK, I’ll try.”

She not only kissed the lips of my pussy but sort of buried her face between them and kissed deep inside as well. I put a hand on the top of her head and put ever so light pressure on it and then simply said, “Cath, use your tongue too.”

“Judy, I know you want me to do that but I don’t know what to do. I have read every book on sex I could get my hands on but that isn’t the same as doing the things in person.”

“Honey, just use your tongue the way you use your fingers but when you get to my clit just go very lightly. You’ll do it perfectly I just know.”

Sure enough she was eating me like a pro. She was a little rough at first but soon had it down pat. I could feel an orgasm coming on but didn’t want this to end so quickly. Damn, the only way I was going to be able to stop the orgasm was to stop her and I didn’t want that either so I just let it come over me. “God, here I come Cath.”

I exploded but not with anywhere near the volume that she did. As soon as I felt my juices stop flowing I reached down and pulled her up to me and planted a huge kiss on her still wet mouth with the juices that came out of me. She seemed to like the taste.

“Did I do it right Judy?”

“For the first time you did very well honey. You will get a lot better at it the more you do it to me.” She snuggled deeply as she heard that.

The TV news was giving us some horrible news. The snowstorm we were experiencing wasn’t going to stop until sometime the next afternoon and the airports were going to be closed for at least till the morning after that. We were going to be here for at least one more day and night. I immediately called to the front desk to tell them I would be staying another day and the clerk responded with “Oh, you made the reservation for three nights, didn’t we have it correct.” “Oh yes, I had forgotten that I did. No problem, I just wanted to make sure.” Thank God for an efficient corporate travel agency.

I called my business appointments the next morning to tell them I would be at least a day late and Cath called her grandparents to give them the same news. We were set. At least one more complete day with her.

Last night Cath cuddled so close I thought she would crush me. Just before we fell asleep as she was snuggling to me she said in a very small little girl’s voice, “I love you mommy.” I cried myself to sleep.

I awoke the next morning with her face in my crotch and her tongue working my clit as fast but as gentle as is humanly possible. She looked up at me and pulled her face away and asked, “Am I doing it right Judy?”

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A warm spring afternoon greeted the students of Morris-Daye high-school as they spilled forth into the world as classes ended for the day. The hall quickly grew quiet within minutes, save for after school clubs and the athletes making their way to the gym or the sports fields. Half of the hallway lights automatically shut off within fifteen minutes of the final bell, leaving the halls quite dim, even in the middle of the day. The entire “feel” of the school was eerie and almost unearthly in it’s faint “glow”.

Dawn, an early 40s teacher packed her shoulder bag and surveyed her classroom, before exited for the day. She nodded to herself, pleased with the condition of her little oasis, she exited. As she stepped out into the hall, she was nearly run over by a female student!

“Whoop!” The blonde student spun, barely avoiding Dawn, “Sorry!” She called over her shoulder as she hurried down the hall.

“No…” Dawn’s voice trailed off as the girl vanished around the corner, “running.” She shook her head and pulled the door closed. Her auburn locks has loosened throughout the day into a fly away mess, and many strands fell around her still youthful face. As she made her way toward the administration wing, she pulled out her cell phone and glanced at it. No texts, no missed calls… nothing. She sighed and slid it back into her bag.

“As usual.” She muttered.

A few minutes later, Dawn arrived at the offices and turned to enter, just then she was ‘greeted’ by a familiar face. The young woman who nearly ran her over in the hall did exactly that this time! The impact caused Dawn to stumble back and onto her posterior.

“Oh!”

The young woman followed her to the ground, landing between the teacher’s legs on her knees. Dawn’s knee-length skirt slid up her thighs allowing the student to catch a glimpse of her black panties. In turn, Dawn glanced down and could the girl’s large breasts barely contained in a hot pink bra. Momentarily enthralled by the young girl’s mounds of sweet flesh, her focus was broken by the girl.

“I’m so sorry!” The girl looked genuinely hurt and remorseful. Before Dawn could reply, two ladies from the office hurried to Dawn’s side.

“Are you alright miss Dawn?” One of the ladies asked.

“Miss Autumn!” the other scolded the student, “You’ve been told a hundred times to slow down and watch where you are going.”

The first lady helped Dawn to her feet. “Are you alright?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, I’m fine.” She straightened her clothing. Autumn, the student, picked up Dawn’s bag and handed it to her, “I am really sorry.” Dawn could truly see she felt bad.

“Autumn!” The other woman snapped, “That’s detention!”

“Awww!”

“No, you’ve been warned numerous times!”

“Fine!” She stamped her foot. Dawn tilted her head slightly and observed the girl for a moment. A strange feeling began to race through her. Confused, she swallowed hard.

“Miss Campbell?”

Dawn shook her head clear and turned her attention to one of the women.

“Would you like to discipline Autumn?”

“Discipline?” The word echoed in her mind for a moment, she knew what the woman intended, but for some reason, Dawn thought of a completely different form of discipline.

“Yes, detention.”

“Oh! Right.” She looked back to the young woman who returned her look with pleading eyes. Something truly “animalistic” stirred in Dawn. She felt warm and confused.

“Well?”

Yes… I-I think… three days.” She declared almost unconsciously.

“Three days?!” Autumn exclaimed. She stamped her foot again. Dawn noticed Autumn’s healthy chest bounce under her shirt and squirmed slightly.

“Autumn, come with me. I’ll fill out the form.”

“Fine!” She glared at Dawn for a moment before begrudgingly following the woman into the office.

“Miss Dawn, are you sure you’re alright?” The other woman asked.

“Yes, I’m fine.” Her words trailed off as she watched Autumn stomp into the office. For such a young woman, Autumn’s body was all adult! Beautiful round curves and a natural switch in her gait.

“Alright then, We’ll have Autumn report to your classroom right after final bell tomorrow. Do you have her in any of your classes?”

She pried her gaze away and looked to the woman who had addressed her. “No… I’m not sure I have ever even seen her before.”

“Well, she will be in your classroom tomorrow afternoon.”

“A-Alright.” Dawn smiled and proceeded into the office, past Autumn who was still pouting. For a moment they locked eyes, but Dawn’s attention was pulled away by another teacher who greeted her.

After Autumn took her detention note, she looked to the back of the office at Dawn, who, at that moment, glanced over her shoulder at the girl. Autumn glared at her and spun on her heel and stomped out.

“Ignore her, she’s a trouble maker.” The other teacher stated.

“What do you mean?” Dawn inquired.

“She’s so flighty and seemingly forgetful. I have her in one of my classes and she talks constantly, IF she shows up to class.”

“Oh, iskenderun escort wow!” Dawn replied.

“Yeah, I mean, she’s a very good student, in that she gets excellent grades, how I’ll never know. But she does tend to be a disruption and doesn’t often pay attention.”

“How does she get such good grades?”

“I honestly don’t know, she must work very hard at home.”

“I suppose that could be possible, to a point.”

After turning in her rosters for the day, Dawn made her way to her car and hopped in. She immediately felt something wet!

“What the hell?!” She reached down to feel the seat, “Not wet, so what-?” She paused and slid her hand to her panties.

“Oh my god!” She blushed when she felt how utterly drenched they were. I am entirely too old to begetting THIS aroused over a girl!

All day Dawn could not focus on anything, she let most of her classes have independent study/free time class work. She sat sketching and watching the clock. Some of her students were concerned when she told them she wasn’t feeling well. Dawn is well liked by faculty and students alike. She is always friendly and she treats her students as equals and they respect her for it. Students found it easy to relate to her as a peer and friend. Even though she is in her early 40s, she appeared to be in her early 30s, which caused students to be more comfortable with her. She has a vastly different teaching style from other teachers. She preferred her students to learn and succeed as a group. The better students helped lift up the poorer students.

She taught art, art history and philosophy. Most of her students saw her classroom as a sanctuary and safe space to be creative and expressive. She even decorated her classroom out of her own pocket to be less “academic” appearing and more comfortable. She always has music playing softly in the background. Some teachers and administration were “unsure” about her style, but her classes showing positive growth year after year could not be denied.

She had dreamed of getting away. Even though she loved to teach, her students and her little oasis she made for herself and her students she still longed for something new. Something exciting to break up the day to day, and heal her loneliness. She, long ago, resigned to staying at Morris-Daye and teaching until she retires. She sighed and glanced at the clock on the wall. Twenty minutes til final bell!

She suddenly found herself filling with nervous energy. She pulled out a small hand mirror and ran her hand through her hair and frowned. She hated the gray streak in her hair, but couldn’t bring herself to color it out.

“You’re beautiful Miss Campbell.” a small quiet voice broke her focus. She looked up to see a lovely pale-skinned girl draped in black with long straight black hair smiling at her.

“What?”

“I said, you are beautiful.” She smiled sheepishly. “I saw you look in that mirror and look upset.”

“That’s very sweet of you Carrie.” Dawn smiled.

“Sure, I hope to find a girl friend as beautiful as you one day.” She replied as she set a drawing on Dawn’s desk and rushed back to her desk. Dawn picked up the drawing and held it up. A young girl in the woods with a wolf and raven.

This is wonderful!

Dawn looked up at Carries and nodded approvingly. Carrie blushed and bowed her head to the desk, embarrassed. She set the drawing aside to hang up for later. Just as she started to slip back into a downward state, the bell rang, startling her. She stood up and smiled as her students began to gather their things.

“Okay everyone,” She called out, “Have a wonderful rest of your day and remember…”

“Be good to each other.” They all called out in unison.

“And be good to yourself.” She replied as they filed out. Each student said goodbye as they passed her desk. They all enjoyed being in her class and she enjoyed having them. Carrie stopped at the desk.

“Carrie?”

“Hey, I ..uh.”

Dawn smiled warmly, “Your drawing is truly wonderful, you have such talent.”

“Thanks Miss Campbell, I appreciate that.”

“Sure, I hope you continue to pursue art, you really have a great deal of potential.”

Carrie blushed and shifted uncomfortably.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to-”

“No, it’s okay Miss Campbell. I just… have a hard time taking compliments.” Carrie replied. Dawn smiled and leaned toward the girl, “Me too.” She whispered.

“Do you think I have what it takes to go to art college?”

“Of course!” She exclaimed, “As a matter of fact, I’d be happy to help you find a school and write a letter of recommendation.”

“Oh wow! Thank you Miss Campbell!”

“Of course, we’ll get together soon and look at options.”

“Okay!”

“Now, go home and enjoy your day.” Dawn said with a wink.

Carrie giggled and hurried out of the room.

After Carrie left, Dawn sat down, and took a deep breath. Mere moments later Autumn entered, a sour expression covering her face like a mask of discontent. bursa escort She sighed loudly to alert Dawn of her arrival. Dawn awkwardly jumped out of her seat.

“Autumn, please have a seat.” She gestured to a desk.

The girl dropped into the chair with a harumph!

Dawn perched on the front of her desk, took a long breath and smiled. After a long moment of silence, Autumn shrugged and spoke up.

“So, what do you want me to do?”

“Do?” Dawn replied.

“Yeah, like clean the boards, organize supplies?”

“Oh no, nothing like that.”

“So what then?” She asked.

“Nothing.” Dawn shrugged.

“Nothing?” Autumn tilted her head confused.

“Well, not nothing.” She smiled, “I don’t have you in any of my classes.”

“Nope, I’m not artsy.”

Dawn chuckled, “You don’t have to be artistic to be in my class.”

“But… you teach art.”

“Yes, and art history, as well as philosophy. Anyone can take an art class.” Dawn explained.

“But, I don’t have any talent for art, and I don’t really ‘get” philosophy.” Autumn said.

Dawn smiled warmly, “Autumn, talent isn’t as important as desire.”

“Desire?” Autumn echoed.

“Yes.” She slipped off her desk and went to a nearby bookcase and retrieved a book. “Here.” She set the book on the desk in front of Autumn.

“What’s this?”

“Just take a look.” She urged the girl.

Autumn sighed and opened the book. She leafed through the book, at first barely even looking at the pictures within. The longer she leafed through the pages, the landscapes and portraits began to grab her attention, and she slowed down and really started to examine the artwork within. Dawn began to relax and watch her really taking in each piece of art. Being close to this lovely girl made her feel… something.

“Miss Campbell?”

“Yes Autumn?”

“What can you tell me about this painting?” She pointed to a mother and daughter in the woods observing butterflies and a deer.

Dawn smiled and moved to a chair next to Autumn and pulled the book closer to herself.

“Ah yes! This is a mother and daughter discovering nature together.”

“Wow! The colors are so…”

“Intense?”

“Yeah!” She stared at the picture with amazement. “It’s beautiful!”

“So you like it?”

“Very much!” She sat wordless for a few moments, “The artist is amazing!”

“Thank you.”

Autumn looked up at Dawn wide-eyed. Dawn nodded and closed the book. She pointed to the name on the cover.

~Penelope Dawn Campbell~

“This is your art?!” She asked excitedly.

“Yes, I have several art books and a couple of books devoted to esoteric philosophy essays.” She said proudly.

“That’s amazing! You are so talented.” Autumn declared.

“Thank you Autumn.” Dawn’s voice was suddenly low to the point of almost being a whisper. Her body was reacting to this girl being so close and so complimentary. She put her hand over Autumn’s hand.

“Y-You’re welcome.” She stammered nervously. Dawn suddenly felt like she was making Autumn uncomfortable, and started with withdraw her hand. Autumn set her other hand on top of Dawn’s, and looked into the teachers eyes. After a few moments, Dawn broke away and stood up. She straightened her blouse and returned to her desk.

“Okay Autumn, it’s been 25 minutes, I’m going to let you go for the day.”

“Oh, okay.” Dawn stood up, confused. “You didn’t have me do any work.”

“No, but I’d like to think I opened your eyes.”

“Honestly, you did.” Her voice was laced with what?… lust?

“I-I’m glad.” She replied, “I will see you tomorrow.”

“Alright.” Autumn stood and slung her bag over her shoulder. She paused in front of Dawn’s desk for a moment.

“Autumn?”

“Miss Campbell, may I borrow this book?’

“Of course Autumn, enjoy.” She smiled.

“Thanks!” She replied and hurried from the room.

“Autumn!”

The young girl stopped and spun on her heel.

“Slow down.” She said with a smile and a wink.. Autumn laughed and left in a flash. Dawn shook her head and turned her attention back to her hand mirror. She traced the slight laugh lines around her eye and sighed. What am I doing?!

Once behind the wheel of her car, Dawn felt free and her mood would always change, typically, for the better. Instead of going straight home, Dawn would get on the freeway, or a 2-lane back road, roll down her windows, crank up her stereo and find her bliss. Music always made everything better. Her auburn hair whipped around her as she raced down the narrow back road The trees raced by on either side of her while music drowned out all other sound. She thought Why don’t I just pack my cats and just drive, leave her and don’t stop until I am somewhere I have never been.

She sighed and pushed her foot down. The car jumped and threw her back into her seat. As the car approached triple digits, she let out her most guttural, primal scream til her throat hurt. She pulled her foot off the accelerator and laughed hatay escort as the car gradually begun to slow.

“I should get home.” she said to no one in particular. As she turned her suv down another road to head toward home, her mind began to wander. Always prepared, she began to devise lessons plans and projects possibilities. She loved to constantly change things up and challenge her students, by keeping them engaged. A few miles from town and closing fast, Dawn’s mind wandered to one student in particular. One that isn’t taking any of her classes, Autumn. She shifted in her seat and could feel moisture building between her thighs.

“What the!?” She reached down and pressed two fingertips to her panties. “Soaked!? What’s wrong with-” Her breath halted in her throat as her fingers slid up and grazed her clit. She bit her lip and pushed her hand inside her panties. Her middle finger traced up and down her wet lips and shivered. Her first finger joined it and made slow rhythmic circles on her clit. Her other hand squeezed the steering wheel so hard it hurt, but she hardly noticed as she increased her pace and let out a moan. She threw her head back and gasped as she slowly pushed two fingers in her dripping wetness.

Dawn fucked herself with heated hunger. Building her pleasure with every gentle intense thrust. Her body began to tense, in turn, she pushed her foot and the accelerator to the floor. The closer to ecstasy she got, the faster her suv traveled. Her hips bucked violently throwing her head back she squealed in delight. Dizzy and disoriented, she removed her foot from the gas pedal and her fingers from her throbbing soaking wet pussy.

“Holy fuck!” She exclaimed as the car’s velocity returned to “legal” speeds. She held her fingers up, coated in her own juices, she smirked and lustfully slid them between her lips. She savored her taste for a few moments, before finally driving home. Still trembling from her earth-shattering orgasm, she turned down her radio and pulled into her garage.

That evening, Autumn lay on her bed slowly paging through the book Autumn loaned to her. She paused on one picture in particular. It was Miss Campbell, only younger. Back to the viewer naked and vulnerable looking over her shoulder. An almost innocent/shy expression on her face.

“Hmmm…” Autumn’s green eyes took in every detail. Her body seemed to “react”, and she squirmed. Soon, she jumped up and retrieved a notebook from her desk. All around the dimly lit room were signifiers of just who Autumn is. Walls painted purple, posters of rock bands, and anime. A handful of pictures of a cat, and one picture, prominently placed on her desk. A young red-haired girl with a genuine sweet smile and green eyes peering out of black rimmed glasses.

Autumn returned to her place on the floor and began to attempt a recreation of the painting in her notebook. Her first attempt was…crude at best. Barely much more than a stick figure.

“Damn!” She angrily flipped to the next page and begun again. Attempt after attempt. Hours passed as she feverishly drew, flipped the page and drew again. Not quite understanding her desire to replicate Dawn’s painting, she continued all through the night, without pause.

Finally, she had finished the last page of the notebook, yawned and glanced up at her clock.

“Five am!?’ She scrambled to her feet and raced to the bathroom, “Shit!”

Shedding her clothes she turned on her shower and jumped in. “I can’t believe I haven’t slept!” She said to herself while she lathered up her long blonde hair. As her hands slid across her lithe wet body her mind began to wander and wonder. What IS the deal with Miss Campbell? I mean, I get a funny feeling when I’m around her. I get all sweaty and nervous, but… not in a bad way. Like excited nervous. Almost like…no… I can’t be. But, it does feel like…Gabbie? But how? I mean, I was curious with Gabbie, but… I can’t be… can I?

She quickly rinsed off, wrapped herself in a towel and took a long look in the mirror.

“Am I… gay?” She questioned her reflection. That word echoed in her mind “gay”. She thought back to her life JUST a few years ago. She begun to date. A few boys here and there, nothing serious though. Barely even kissing and no sex. She tried to think of anyone she had any sort of romantic feelings for. She closed her eyes and a picture began to form. Then, after a few moments a face appeared. A freckle-faced, red haired girl.

“Gabbie!?” She whispered. Her eyes shot open and she looked at herself again. “How? I mean, we were close…best friends even. We DID kiss that one time, but it was on a dare.”

Autumn remembered that moment. Her lips pressing against her best friend’s between nervous giggles. She could feel her body flush, and her pulse race.

“NO!” She pushed herself away from the sink and retreated into her room. She perched on the edge of her bed and thought of Gabbie… Miss Campbell. She shook her head in disbelief and glanced at the clock.

“Shit! I am going to be late!”

On her way to school, Autumn reflected back to her dear friend Gabbie, how close they had been, but they had a confusing falling out. She couldn’t remember over what exactly or even why. She did miss her former best friend and she would have been the perfect person to talk about this whole “Miss Campbell thing”.

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I hear the crack of sound before my nerves even register I’ve been slapped. I cast my eyes downward, unable to face my former friend.” Do you hear me?” She demands,” You let him die.”

Tears fall onto my shirt; I don’t deserve the dignity of hiding my pain. Silence rings in my head as my partner’s widow stands angrily before me. I know that we have interrupted the ceremony irreparably, thus completing my disgrace. The clicking of Cam’s retreating steps to remind me that my castigation is not yet final. I look up and meet the mortified stares of my fellow officers and all of Jim’s family circle. Losing my courage, I avert my eyes and awkwardly make my way to the great ornate exit. I need to breathe air that I haven’t stained, so I go out into the church’s sickly garden.

The sting of Camilla’s small hand throbs on my cheek, making me wish she’d punched me instead. I deserve to be sore and swollen. I stand, staring out into the courtyard. I stare nothing, praying to Jim’s GOD to take me. The heartache propels me, fueling my fervent prayer. I don’t deserve the kindness of death, but without that mercy, that euthanizing touch, my bones will snap under the pressure of my heavy anguish.

I take a deep breath and find a small bench on which to rest and hide. The church organ has resumed in my absence, muting almost every other ambient noise. I rise to trudge my way back home and into my lumpy bed, but I catch something in my periphery. There, with her face contorted into a grimace, is my XO.” It’s not your fault, Lewis”

Her fruitless attempt at pacifying me is an olive branch, but I don’t have the patience now to indulge her pity.

“Please,” I say, choking up,” please.”

Somehow she mistakes my pleading for solitude as a plea for help or needing comfort. She moves closer, stands on her toes, and gently places her arms around my neck. Her long, curvy body leans against mine as if we were lovers, locked in a familiar embrace. My body responds to her softness, and for a deplorable moment, I want to fuck her in the garden. I want to, but I won’t abuse her body or her trust to feel better about my own grief.

“Shawna”, I draw back from her.” Don’t.”

Her face goes through a rapid transformation; from confused, to offended, to hurt – all in seconds. I turn to walk away before she becomes angry, and neither does she speak nor reach to me. I use an overgrown path, which seems to stretch around the circumference of the small church, so that I can leave without rousing anymore drama.

20 or so minutes later, I’m home and kicking off my shoes. They are, or were, nice dress shoes, though not made for walking to and from funerals to which one is not invited. When I didn’t receive an invitation last week, I’d assumed Cam had so much on her plate that she’d neglected a few things. Though I’d known that our friendship couldn’t be the same, I still could not fathom the hatred Cam harbored. So imagine how shocking it was to be crashing my best friend’s funeral.

Jewel follows my every move as I undress in autopilot. My whole life seems surreal, as I blindly navigate through my own home. I cannot seem to remember where I keep my around the house clothes, so I shed my pants and shirt, and walk around in my bra and panties. Cam’s red-tinted face clouds my senses. I know that she is right. I killed Jimmy that day-or at least contributed to his murder.

Jewel trips me at almost every step, and arsuz escort I fight the urge to kick her. She’s a good dog, a mutt, but a faithful friend, so my guilt is pushed up a notch at the idea of hurting my dog. She’s just happy to see me, and can probably tell I’m upset. I check her bowls, but I must have fed and watered her earlier this morning.

It’s still morning, around ten thirty, but I have nothing to do. Nor do I want to do anything. I wish I was a drinker, so I could get lost in a bottle. Fuck it, I think, as I strip my bra off as I walk to my shitty couch. The nice clothes I leave trailing in my wake are the only nice things I own. The rest of my wardrobe consists of workout clothes and my uniforms. I thought it would be too disrespectful to wear my uniform to my partner’s funeral. I sigh, plopping my tired body on the couch. I reach over to the phone to turn the ringer on in case Jim calls, only to be reduced to wracking sobs at my stupidity. But I still leave the ringer on in case Cam is not done with me.

I stink, so I make my way to my modest bathroom. Without fetching a towel, I start the water. I put it on high pressure and don’t even bother testing the temperature with my hand before I step in. Instead of the scolding hot water I deserved, cold water dominates my shower. Despite my earlier need to be punished, the cold water is too much for me so I even it out with some hot and quickly lather my torso. I lather my limbs next, my privates, and then my feet. It’s been a tradition since childhood, and it feels good to at least have one routine back to normal.

I tip-toe to my bedroom and find some comfort in the setup of the room. My bedroom is large and so is everything in it. My bed is enormous and there is a large extra soft area rug partially under it, on which I like to stand and get dressed. I walk over to my closet to get a towel and dry off there by the closet door. I walk over to the bed and lie down naked on my back, assessing my brown body.

I don’t have a generous amount of breasts, and my body is pretty average. I don’t have sex a lot, but when I do, I’m meticulous with my lovers, not allowing myself to orgasm until my partners do. In fact, I can only achieve orgasm when they do. I don’t have any lovers at the moment simply because I don’t need some needy woman crowding my space. Now I wish I had a soft lover on whom to cling.

I hear Jewel getting excited in the other room, so I force myself to get up and throw on a tee shirt and some jeans. It’s now after noon, and I know she needs to be walked, and doesn’t deserve to be ignored. As I walk toward the living room, I notice that Jewel is not by the door. My heart beats faster and I try to hold my breath. Jewel is not an attack dog; she would most likely welcome an intruder with open paws.

My off duty weapon is in the living room and I know my door is unlocked because my community is so docile. Though I welcomed death this morning, I know in this moment that I want to survive. But damned if I bitch up now.

“Who’s there?” I project firmly and loudly.

“Lewis, it’s me.” I hear Shawna’s soft voice answer.

At first I am relieved, but I soon realize that this lady will not leave me alone until I talk it out. My least favorite activity. I enter fully into my living room and see Shawna petting Jewel. Jewel has taken the liberty of climbing up onto my couch so that Shawna denizli escort can do so.

“Down, girl.” I say, and immediately Jewel jumps down and pads to the door. I sit down in place of the small animal.

“I know you don’t want to, but you need to talk to me.” Shawna squares her shoulders and pierces my eyes with her own bright blue ones.

“Why is that?” I challenge.

“Please, Samantha?”

Shawna has never said my first name before and it makes me turn my face away so that she can’t see my tears.

“Come on, girl” I say to the dog, as I stood and headed toward the door. Cowardly, I know, but I can’t do this right now. Unfortunately for me, as I leave to walk the dog, Shawna follows behind me. Whatever, I think, as I am led to Jewel’s favorite spots to sniff and pee on my street.

Shawna says nothing, but falls in place beside me as we walk and then round each corner back toward my home. Eventually, we return and I detach and hang Jewel’s leash by the door, while the animal runs toward my guest room, probably to take a nap. I sit down next to Shawna, who has made herself quite at home.

“Fine, we don’t have to talk, but I’m not leaving until I know that you’re ok.” She places her hand on my shoulder, and I almost groan at the contact.

Shawna doesn’t know that I’m gay, and I hope she doesn’t know that I have been lusting after her for five years. Ever since I first met her at the house and saw her brick house body. She had dark brown hair cut like a pixie, and her uniform fit her like a glove. Her breasts were a handful, but firm looking and perky. Her waist was slim, but her hips flared out to accent her round ass. The locker room was my own personal hell. Her pretty face and sexy body washing right next to me every damn day. Then I got to know her and we became reluctant friends. The reluctance was on my end. She was so bubbly and bright, the first white girl to catch my attention. I couldn’t give her the cold shoulder any longer, and we began to hang out after work at the bar by her house.

Now, she is rubbing my shoulder and inching closer. Then she is right next to me, and I am once again holding my breath. Her right arm lifts to round my shoulders, and she brings her other hand up to my face. I have been crying, but am too distracted by her closeness to lift my hand to wipe my own face. I sit with my hands on my lap, fighting the urge to place my left hand on her bare thigh.

The phone rings, making Shawna jump, and bringing me back into my harsh reality. My friend died and now Cam hates me. I reach over Shawna to pick up the receiver, who doesn’t budge, causing me to mash my upper body onto hers. I place the phone up to my ear, as I settle back into my seat.

“Hello?” I rasp into the phone.

Silence greets me, and I want to hang up, but I hope its Cam.

“Lewis.” It is Cam, and her voice sounds hollow. “I’m…I’m sorry.”

“Cam, I” I start to say, but she hangs up, leaving me confused. I feel as if I’ve lost a hundred pounds with relief. I’m tired and I forget I have Shawna pressed up against my side until she squeezes my shoulder.

“I read the autopsy report to Camille after the funeral.” I turn to look at her, and my face must be incredulous because she blanches.

“Jim suffered from cardiac distress during the fire fight. His reflexes were not under his own control.” She soldiered on. iskenderun escort “There was nothing you could have done.”

I stare at her, not knowing what to say. “What?” is all I whisper, looking away.

“I know it’s little solace, but you need to know that, Sam.” She whispers back, directly into my ear. I feel her warm breath in the shell of my ear and feel her full lips caress it. I jump as my abdomen tightens and flutters. I pull away, and turn back to look at her face. Shawna slowly leans forward and brushes her lips over mine. I groan and she leans back into the couch, still making eye contact.

“I’m sorry, I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.” Shawna blushes as she confesses to me. She’s never called me anything but Lewis, and it’s all I can think about. I sit, stunned and feel her lift herself up, using my shoulder as leverage.

“Sorry, I just thought…” she starts, but I rise and lower my face to hers. I kiss her, blindly, and without the gentility she afforded me. I tangle my right hand in her hair and reach my left arm around her, pulling her tightly to my body. Shawna whimpers and I push my tongue into her mouth, and she sucks and licks on it. My hand grabs her hair more forcefully and I pull her away from me.

“Are you sure?” I need to know how far she wants to go. I know she’s straight, and I’m not sure if she knows how women fuck. She is staring at my lips and no doubt not paying me any attention. I yank her hair, to get her attention, causing her head to jerk back. “Sam.”, she moans, and I pull her face to mine and kiss her even harder. Her arms wrap around my neck and shoulders, and she presses her breasts into mine.

I pull away again, but this time to tell her, “Bedroom, first door on the left.”

Shawna hesitates for only a moment then she shuffles back to my room. I watch her ass bounce and my clit hardens. I need a moment to collect my wits and regain control of the situation. I want to fuck Shawna, but I don’t want to scare her off by treating her the same as I do my average one nighter. I slowly make my way to the room. I get to the threshold and look inside to see Shawna standing on the carpet by my bed, eyes rounded and prodding my own.

“On your knees.” I order, and after biting her lip, she complies.

Shawna slowly sinks to her knees and stares at me, awaiting further command. I walk into the room and past her waiting figure, towards my dresser. There I extract a duffel bag and place it on top of the dresser. Shawna is craning her neck to see what I’m doing and I turn to catch her in the act.

Blushing redder than ever, she turns away, facing the bed again. I walk up behind her and run my hands through her hair. She leans into the touch, but doesn’t turn to look at me. I stop fingering her hair and walk over to the bed. I plop down and pick up the remote. I turn to the news channel, lie down, and proceed to watch today’s headlines.

I watch about ten minutes of the program before Shawna sits back on her heals. I look down at her.

“Got somewhere to be?”

“No.”

“No, Daddy.”

“Umm…”

“I ask you a question and you respond appropriately. I won’t tell you again.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Shawna purrs.

My pussy throbs at her words. “Stand up.”

She obeys, and now my dominance has been established. I command her to turn the television off and she does. Then I instruct her to bring the duffel bag over and place it on the foot of the bed, and she does that also. I sit up on the edge of the bed and summon her to me. She stands between my legs and sighs. I begin to unbutton her shirt very slowly. When her shirt is undone, I leave it on her body. I unzip and peel her skirt off, leaving her underwear on.

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continued from part 1

Lying breathless for a few moments, caressing Mai’s soft creamy skin, Sam felt euphoric. Tracing lines across one another’s stomachs, soft full lips kissing lightly, tongues entwined, the passion still burning like an ember at the edge of a fire.

Sam rolled to the side of the bed, slipped her hands into her heavy oak dresser drawer and pulled out two pairs of handcuffs and a large purple vibrator. Mai gasped, the heat radiating again in her pussy, the size of the toy scaring her a little. She wondered internally how it was going to fit.

Gazing deep into her eyes Sam placed the vibe on the bed and clipped one wrist into the cuffs, securing the other side to the bed post. Kissing down Mai’s arm, across her ample bosom and then doing the same to her other wrist. Moving back to the centre she positioned herself to the side of Mai, trailing her fingertips in a languid calculating way across her body. Moving them slowly down inch by inch, taking time to outline the smooth curve of her silk encased breasts. Wishing she had removed them from their shiny black prison before she had cuffed her.

Mai closed her eyes and sank into it, the light touches sending shivers down to her core. Sam reached back into the dresser and pulled out a black silk blindfold, and lifting Mai’s head gently, she secured it over her eyes. Reaching under her she quickly unclasped the bra, pushing it up over her chest, revealing Mai’s perky tits. Marvelling at her perfect round iskenderun escort nipples, the areola slightly darker brown than her own, the tip small and protruding. Cupping her with one hand Sam leans in to suck on her, taking the hardened peak deep into her mouth. Mai moans, a deep wanting building, pushing her chest up towards Sam’s greedy lips, her hand squeezing gently, grazing her teeth on the nipple before moving again. Mai was lost in the sensations. The loss of her sight and being unable to move her arms was magnifying every touch.

Sam continued her assault. Flickering her tongue against Mai’s pale freckled skin, tasting, lightly brushing with her fingers as she trailed down. Moving with super tickly motions across her skin, drawing soft tantalising lines over her breasts and sides, so slow and delicious that Mai is squirming with need, her long slender legs pressed together, wetness and heat growing with every movement.

Sam pauses, turns on the vibe and gently parts her legs, they fall open with ease. With one smooth movement Sam gently presses the buzzing against Mai’s clit, the vibration sending small waves of pleasure right thru to her centre. Leaning forward and taking her nipple in to her mouth again, Mai is surrounded in the rapture, every nerve on fire with wanting. Her nipples aching as the tremors buzz into her clit, it’s so sensitive she can’t help but move her hips into the onslaught, her body nagging to be fulfilled. Sam diyarbakır escort turned up the speed, moving it slowly, spreading the wetness along the length of her sex, releasing her nipple and using two fingers she spreads her pussy, teasing the entrance to heaven with the tip. Mai’s body tenses, the need to be penetrated so strong, her swollen clit singing. The vibe is good but she really wants to be sucked, licked and nibbled into submission. Wanting to be able to use her hands, unable to move Sam’s head down faster to where she is needing it.

Her body on fire with desire, whimpering as Sam leans in and adds her tongue to the barrage of pleasure. Lapping eagerly, sucking firmly, her tongue and the vibe are dually sending shockwaves thru every nerve. Mai’s stomach tenses, she can feel the orgasm building so quickly, fighting against the urge to cum so fast, but the pressure and the vibration is making her delirious. The cuffs chaffing her wrists as she wriggles and tries to hold back. She wants to touch so badly it’s torture.

Sam’s tongue working her hot little nub, her hand on her breasts, tweaking, kneading and caressing, and the vibe sliding slowly and deliberately between her lips. Her body begins to float with desire. Mai’s clit is throbbing and the soft insistent feel of Sams expert movements making her hips rise up instinctively, urging Sam to slip inside, her pussy dripping and hungry. Mai’s breathing becomes ragged and deep, her elazığ escort moans escalating as her clit is licked, Sam’s tongue flicking so delectably.

Finally Sam slips the vibe in to her dripping hole, the girth stretching her tight pussy and sending tremors onto her gspot, in and out just one inch a time. Mai can’t control her hips, rising up trying to get it deeper, arms straining at the cuffs, God she wants to touch her. Head thrown back in sheer ecstasy at the sweet torture being inflicted on her.

Sam moves her other hand onto Mai’s clit, still licking she lightly pinches her between her thumb and forefinger, rolling it lightly in circles as she laps with her tongue and lips, the vibe going in a little more with each thrust. Angling the vibe just right, Sam presses it up into the roof of Mai’s pussy, moving it mere millimetres at a time in a deliberate tiny motion and quickly turns up the speed before moving her hand back to tweak Mai’s juicy clit.

The juices are flowing from Mai like a waterfall, she is pure pleasure right now, her legs instinctively move over Sam’s shoulders and she bucks up into her mouth. The passion getting stronger and stronger until she finally feels herself falling over the edge, her body violently spasming as she orgasms, the strongest orgasm she has ever had, head swimming, pussy throbbing onto the vibe. Her legs shaking so forcefully they slip off Sam’s shoulders and flop onto the bed, twitching, her stomach contracting with every wave.

Sam slows her movements, turns the vibe to its lowest setting and gently removes it, kissing her way back up her body, she releases the cuffs and cradles into Mai. Leaving the blindfold in place, she pulls her towards her and holds her in a tight embrace as the shaking subsides.

To be continued…..

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It started out as a room.

Cindy stood in the center of the room. A tight, leather cuff encircled each wrist. A tight, leather shackle encircled each ankle. The chains dangled from the ceiling and the floor. Holding her arms up, widespread, over her head. Holding her legs far apart.

Cindy wasn’t sure what else was in the room. Constantly, she heard Linda’s voice. Commanding her to sleep. Commanding her to obey. Commanding her to watch the lights. The pretty, flashing lights. They sparkled. Glittered. Flashing colors. Bright red and blue sparks, before a golden background. Flashing, flashing, flashing. Sleep. Obey. Bright green sparks and yellow, before a deep, crimson red. Sleep. Obey. Sleep. Obey.

The young blonde hung from the arm chains, her weight supported by them. Her mouth slackly open. Breathing so slowly. Slowly. Her sun-bronzed hips swayed with arousal. Slowly to the left. Gently to the right. Feeling her wet pussy lips slip and slide over one another. Feeling them pucker open when her hips thrust forward.

Sleep. Obey. Sleep. Obey. Cindy listened to Linda’s voice. Listened to her Mistress’ voice. The twin of her own voice — if she could remember. If Cindy could remember HOW to speak, any more. All she could do was listen to Mistress’ voice. Sleep… Obey… Watch the flashing colored lights, and sway her hips. Pussy so wet and dripping. Watching the lights, projected on the walls, on the ceiling, on the floor. Everywhere she looked. Flashing, flashing, flashing. Sleep… Obey…

Later, Cindy found herself in smaller and smaller enclosures.

For a while, it was the bathroom. Chained in the shower. Linda liked that. She watched her slave react to the recorded voice. Sleep… Obey… Watched Cindy gaze mindlessly into the waterproof TV camera in the shower wall. Watched the tall, slender, tanned body swaying back and forth. Sometimes rising up out of trance just enough to try impaling her hairless cunt on the shower handles. Then Linda would trail her fingers through Cindy’s long hair, tugging gently on it, dragging her head back just a tiny bit. That always forced Cindy down into a deeper level of trance. Sleep… Obey…

The box in the dining room was originally of wood. Not simple pine, but fine-grained walnut, a cabinetmaker’s work of art. Enclosing Cindy in darkness. Confining her in a kneeling position for hours at a time. Her only stimuli, the flashing, sparkling lights in the grilled opening at the front of the box. And Linda’s voice on the speakers, repeating, repeating, repeating. Sleep… Obey…

And the toys.

Sometimes, Linda would open a little door in the box, perhaps the one at the back, and through it she would push a long, thick dildo into Cindy’s dripping cunt. In… out… in… out… Twist. One full turn around. Then again in… out… in… out… Then Linda withdrew the dildo. And closed the box. Once again locked inside, Cindy watched the flashing lights, listened to the repeating hypnotic voice. And pressed her hips back, trying to impale herself on a dildo that was no longer there. Sleep… Obey…

Linda opened another door at the back of the box. This one a little higher. She dribbled warm oil into the crack of Cindy’s round bottom. Letting it trickle down the cleft of her ass. Sometimes, Linda followed this with a butt plug — or a long, tapered dildo — spreading Cindy’s anus open. Slowly, irresistibly. Farther in… and farther… and bigger… Till Cindy’s hips began to buck. Till her knees and ankles spread wide, within the confines of the box, and her ass pushed against the back, trying to get more. And Linda removed the dildo. Closed the door. Sleep… Obey… Sleep… Obey…

Linda decided she wanted to see everything.

Money was no object. Cindy and Linda, poor little rich girls, now in their twenties, had all the money they could ever need from Daddy’s estate. Linda could afford to equip the Mediterranean beach house with any comfort they wanted, anything she needed to subjugate Cindy to deeper and deeper levels of mindless servitude. Contorting Cindy’s body into any configuration, programming her mind in any way Linda found interesting, entertaining, stimulating.

The clear, Lucite box rested on a little platform, about three feet off the floor, attached to a short pole in the middle of the dining room. The centerpiece of attention, spot lights illuminating it from the ceiling. It was tiny, for what it contained. Three feet long, two feet wide, a foot and a half tall. And what it contained… was Cindy. Curled up with her arms at her sides, her legs tucked underneath, feet together, toes pointed down. Compressed within the box. Like a big question mark, squashed down a bit, with her toes just above where the dot would have been, directly over the pole.

So suggestible now, Cindy needed only a small, spinning crystal before her eyes. She watched the crystal, as it reflected the beams from the spotlights in the ceiling. So pretty. Blue and red and green flashing into her eyes. Tiny speaker buds in iskenderun escort her ears received a wireless signal, and continually repeated Linda’s voice, at a subliminal level. Commanding her to sleep… Commanding her to obey…

A click in the back of the box, the swiveling of a plastic door on its hinges, the gentle sound of plastic scraping against plastic — and Cindy felt cool air between her legs, around her pussy. Linda reached in and rolled the spiked wheel over Cindy’s clit, digging the little points into the moist, tender flesh. Sleep… Obey… Cindy was now completely unable to move her limbs, but her hips pressed backward, and her dripping vulva opened like a flower to the stimulus. Sleep… Obey… Her eyes hardly seemed to blink. Watching the crystal. Watching the flashes of color. Watching the red, the blue, the green.

Linda withdrew the wheel and closed the door. She set aside the toy and opened another door on the underside of the box. Cindy’s plump, hard nipples protruded underneath. Linda lifted the two clamps and quickly clipped one on each nipple — first the right, then the left. Red and white wires led down from each nipple to an oblong, black box, with buttons and a little dial. Linda twisted the dial to midrange, then pressed the button. The shocks to Cindy’s nipples caused her to grunt, wordlessly, and twitch inside the Lucite box. Linda released the button, twisted the knob to full range, and pressed the button again. Cindy squealed and jerked inside the plastic box, and her eyes went wide — still staring at the crystal. Sleep… Obey… Sleep… Obey…

Oh, sometimes Linda let Cindy out of the box. After throwing a few latches, she could open the entire top and side, and ease Cindy out. Slowly… careful not to strain Cindy’s stiffened limbs, careful not to let her lose her balance and fall. It took a half hour to get Cindy out. And almost an hour to get her back in, positioning each limb so carefully, gradually squeezing her into place, mindful not to let Cindy’s smooth skin get pinched when a panel was swiveled closed. Sometimes Linda took her out for a shower, or a little walk along the beach. Cindy never seemed to notice. Her mind remained deep in trance. Sleep… Obey… Her body always on the edge of orgasm. Linda enjoyed keeping her slave in the box, for days at a time. She could even feed Cindy without removing her, one tiny bite at a time, and then a brush of Linda’s finger against the slave’s clit… then another bite…

* * * * *

Linda heard the doorbell and picked up the remote control from the coffee table, switching the TV to show the security camera view outside the locked gate.

“Helloooo…” a voice sang. “Is anybody home?” A voice Linda hadn’t heard in a couple of years, but a familiar one.

“Anita!” she replied through the intercom. “How are you? Let me buzz the gate open.” Linda pressed another button and the mechanical hum and clack carried through the microphone. While her old friend swung the gate open to enter, Linda set down the remote, made a few quick arrangements to the decor, and opened the front door. Anita was only halfway up the long, wooden stairway that led up to the house, so Linda started walking down the steps to meet her.

“How are you, darling?” said Anita, as they stood on a weathered stair and hugged, kissing the air near each other’s cheeks. “It seems like forever since I saw you last!”

“Come on in,” replied Linda. “I’ll put on a pot of tea and we can catch up!”

* * * * *

Anita took another bite of the chocolate biscotto, set it down, and ran her hand over the elaborate lace tablecloth. “This is really beautiful work,” she said.

“It was my grandmother’s,” Linda explained, holding up the teapot. Anita nodded, and Linda refilled her cup.

“You seem to have kept a lot of the old things,” Anita continued, then waving her hand at the big screen TV and other electronics around the house, “while going totally twenty-first century techno on everything else.”

“A creature of contrasts, that’s me,” Linda laughed.

Anita took a sip of her tea and looked up at Linda, pausing for a moment. “What about Cindy? I thought you two both lived here?”

“Oh, we DO.” Linda picked up her tea cup for another sip. “Cindy’s out for a couple of days.”

“Too bad I missed her,” Anita replied, swirling her cup in a gentle circle. She watched the tea leaves settle at the bottom. “Nobody sees you two much, any more.”

“We’re down at the beach almost every other day…” Linda began, then paused. “Oh, you mean of the OLD crowd…”

“Ouch!” Anita said. “You make me sound like an antique!” She set her cup down. “You and Cindy used to be such party animals.” She laughed. “RUTTING little party animals!”

“We’re two little homebodies these days,” Linda said, setting her cup down.

“We miss you,” Anita said. “I miss you. Both of you.” She leaned forward, folding her arms, elbows carefully just at the edge of the table. “I really wish görükle escort I could have caught you together.”

“Maybe another time,” Linda said, folding her hands.

They looked at each other for a moment, not moving.

“Well,” Anita said, “I guess I’d better get going. Big party tonight, and I need time to get ready.” She stood, setting the folded linen napkin next to the cup and saucer. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like to come? I can bring a guest.”

“Ohhhhh,” Linda demurred, also standing, “can’t make it tonight. I wish I could have…”

“Right,” said Anita. “I’m really sorry I missed Cindy.”

“I’ll tell her you dropped by…” Linda accompanied Anita as she walked toward the door. The woman seemed in a hurry to leave.

“No need to see me out,” Anita said. “I can find my way down all those stairs.” She reached toward Linda and gave her a brief hug, then pulled back.

“Are you okay?” Linda asked.

“I’m fine — I just need to rush off.” Anita shrugged and smiled. “Even Cinderella’s fairy godmother needed TIME to work a few miracles, before the ball!”

“Another time, then,” Linda said.

“Another time. ‘Bye!” Anita gave a little wave and started down the stairs.

Linda watched her from the doorway, then went to retrieve the remote control. She returned to the front of the house just as Anita reached the bottom step. She buzzed open the gate and gave Anita a final wave as she walked through and pulled the gate shut. Then Linda stepped back into the house and pushed the front door closed.

She wondered why Anita had really come to visit.

Especially that mention of “Cinderella.” That’s what Anita used to call them — Cinderella and Linderella. Of course, they had both stopped waiting for Prince Charming years ago!

* * * *

Linda took the teacups and saucers to the kitchen. Then she lifted the big, floral centerpiece from the dining table and put it on the buffet shelf where it usually sat. Finally, she removed the lace table cloth and padded cover, and carefully set them aside in the corner — revealing the Lucite “table” that encapsulated Cindy.

“Miss me, honey?” Linda said. She opened a cabinet and pulled out the big, black dildo again. She flipped a latch, swiveled the panel open, and gazed at Cindy’s wet pussy, dribbling juices almost constantly. She slowly pushed the dildo between Cindy’s labia… Deeper… Deeper… All the way to the base, then Linda slowly began to draw it out…

“So, Cindy IS here, after all!”

Linda jerked upright, releasing her hold on the dildo, and turned to face the intruder.

“I walked back inside before I shut the gate,” Anita explained. “You really should be more careful about security, since you seem to value it so very highly!” She smiled. Linda saw that she was holding a gun. “Now, what are you doing with my little Cindy?”

She waved the gun sideways, and Linda stepped backward, toward the living room, holding her hands up.

“That’s right, back off nice and slow.” Anita looked at the thick, black dildo, partially embedded in Cindy’s cunt, and grabbed the base. “Mmmm… THAT’S the Cindy I remember. Always having such fun with her toys.” She slid the dildo out, admiring the slick, shiny coating of Cindy’s juices. Cindy moaned with pleasure, feeling the shaft slide out of her body. “Ohhhh, yeah!” Anita said, pushing the dildo back in. Cindy pushed her ass back, trying to open herself even more, though she couldn’t budge an inch.

Linda backed further into the living room, next to the couch and the coffee table, hands still high in the air.

“Hold it right there,” Anita commanded. “I don’t want you calling the police or anything. Just stand there, and stay still.” She pulled the dildo out again, watching Cindy’s ass flex inside the clear plastic box. Again, she pushed the shaft inward, filling Cindy’s pussy and making her moan again. “How long have you kept her like this?” she asked. “You dirty bitch! No wonder nobody ever sees the two of you, with her locked up like this, and you playing your little games!” She slid the dildo out, and Cindy squealed, her hips wiggling inside the tight enclosure.

“Please… stop…” Linda began.

“I want you to tell me how to unlock this thing, and let her out of here!” Linda demanded. She pushed the thick, black phallus in again. Cindy jerked and grunted.

“It’s not locked,” Linda replied.

“Not locked?” Linda stroked the dildo out again. Cindy began to moan, her voice almost sounding like she was singing.

“She likes being in there. It was her choice!”

Anita pushed the dildo into Cindy’s wet slit again.

Fifth time. Cindy’s trigger. She had been conditioned to orgasm on the fifth consecutive stroke. And Linda had been teasing her for days! Two strokes, and stop. Four strokes, and then rolling the spiked wheel over Cindy’s clit. Always on the edge, never quite there, never quite that final slide of rubber inside aching flesh! And now, within seconds, bursa escort Anita had thrust the rubber cock inside her, one, two, three, four… and FIVE!

Inside the box, Cindy shook and moaned, making the Lucite enclosure wobble, squealing in ecstasy, squashing her ass cheeks back against the walls of the box, trying to impale herself deeper on the thick rubber dildo.

Anita stared at the box, the gun lowered, forgotten — distracted for a moment — as she watched Cindy cum and cum and cum, thrashing around inside, moaning and squealing, crying with release.

And in that moment, Linda grabbed the remote off the table and pressed a button.

“Put that down!” Anita commanded, swinging the gun back upward.

Linda set the remote back on the coffee table.

“Come over here,” Anita waved the gun toward the box, where Cindy’s spasms were lessening, her cries of ecstasy becoming quieter. “Open this up and let her out.”

Linda walked over to the box, mindful every moment of the gun pointed at her. She undid the latches at the side of the box, and at the ends. Then she pulled the side downward on its hinges, and swiveled the top upward. The box resembled a small, transparent grand piano, its top lifted for maximum volume. Linda started to pull on Cindy’s arms, feeling her muscles still twitching, shivering.

Anita continued to hold the gun, but her eyes were fluttering. She was finding it very hard to keep them open. Very hard to think what she next wanted to demand. What order she wanted to give Linda. She wanted to sit down. She wanted to lie down. Eyes wanted to close. She just wanted to do what she was told, and not think. Just sit down. Close her eyes. Go to sleep.

Of course Anita didn’t know — couldn’t know — about the subliminal sounds, playing through speakers set in every room in the house. “Sleep… Obey…” Just under the threshold of conscious hearing. Their timing was staggered, one room to the next, so they seemed to echo. “Sleep (sleep, sleep, sleep)… Obey (obey, obey, obey)…” Linda’s first try at programming Cindy, twenty-four hours a day. Until she set up the wireless ear buds. Even though it was her own voice, Linda was feeling sleepy, too. But she knew what was happening. After all, she was the one who had pressed the button on the remote. The remote that seemed so far away. “Sleep (sleep… sleep… sleeeeeeep)… Obey (ohhhhhhhbey… obey… obeeeeeyyyy…)”

Anita’s gun still pointed at her, Linda gently eased Cindy out of the box, while Anita quietly sat down on the floor, legs crossed. She was trying so hard to keep her eyes open. The gun drifted to one side, and her eyes gradually closed. She shook her head, forcing them open, pointing the gun again. Trying to remember which woman was Cinda, and which one was Lindy, they looked so much alike. Anita blinked slowly, smiling at her mistake, almost giggling. The gun drifted lower… lower… So heavy. So hard to hold it up high. So very high. Better to hold it lower. That was easier. Even lower. So hard to lift her gun, and point her eyes. Waiting for someone to tell her what to do. Anita’s eyes closed. The gun dropped out of her hand, and her jaw fell open, exposing her pink tongue. She seemed to wave back and forth, in rhythm with a barely-heard song. “Sleep-eep-eep… Obey-ey-ey-ey…”

Linda guided Cindy into a standing position and tapped her forehead, then the right cheek, then the left cheek, and finally kissed her lips… so gently, so affectionately.

Cindy opened her eyes, smiled, and said, “Hello, gorgeous!”

* * * *

Anita awoke to find herself on the floor, in a kneeling position, her legs spread wide. It would have been incorrect to describe her as naked, even though all her clothes had been removed. Each leg was bound separately — shiny, silver duct tape wrapped around and around from her knee up to her crotch, holding the lower leg tightly against the upper leg. All she COULD do was kneel. Her arms were bound behind her, elbows straight, both arms wrapped from wrist to shoulder with more and more yards of duct tape. The posture thrust her bare breasts forward, as if offering them to be squeezed and sucked. Another strip of tape covered her mouth. Immobilized, helpless, silent, Anita opened her eyes and looked up at the two identical women sitting on the couch, clothed in light summer dresses, both sipping tea.

The woman on the left had her dress hiked up to her waist, showing off her smooth, tanned legs, and the fact that she wasn’t wearing any panties. The woman on the right had stretched one leg out across the couch, her foot firmly placed against the other woman’s hairless pussy. Her toes flexed and curled, teasing the ring that had been pierced through the exposed clit. Flipping it up… and down… up… and down… The woman on the left was making the tiniest rocking motion with her hips, her eyes drifting closed with every wiggle of the toes between her legs.

Anita knew them well. She recognized the tiny differences between the twins. She knew the woman on the left was Cindy, the one on the right was Linda.

“I haven’t seen you in sooooo long,” Cindy said. Anita’s body jerked with her surprise to hear Cindy speak. She was so certain Linda had brainwashed her somehow. Of course, she was right about that fact — but not the reason behind it.

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Helga and Harriet have begun having an affair, a radical change for Helga but other things are changing as well and when the Molotov-Ribbentrop Part is signed in Moscow, Helga overhears some startling news that will soon reverberate across the world as Hitler prepares to invade Poland. When she relays this news to Harriet she knows that soon she will face the ultimate choice, to betray her husband and her country, or to stay with Helmut and lose her one true love. However Helmut has secrets of his own that will forever change Helga.

Author’s note: I would like to thank Michael from Germany for the German translation.

*****

THE BETRAYAL

Helga arched her back as Harriet pushed harder. The rubber dildo had been lubricated with oil and the first time Harriet took it out to show her she’d blushed furiously, but after experiencing sex with the dildo it had become her favoured method of penetration. This was due partly to the fact that it better simulated ‘normal’ sex and partly because the dildo was so much larger than a penis and unlike a penis, it could be manipulated in ways that were impossible with a penis. When you added a tongue and fingers to the act of penetration, the climax was that much more satisfying and indeed lasted longer. It had also encouraged Helga to take the lead in their intimate encounters over the last two weeks, using the dildo on Harriet felt far more natural. She loved watching it slide in and out while her lover rose and fell in time with her rhythmic probing.

This particular session had been an impromptu one after a light lunch at their favourite French café when they’d gone back to Harriet’s hotel room, ostensibly to sip iced tea while Harriet worked on her next article. It was yet another interview with an Egyptian nationalist with links to the Free Officers Group although he had requested his identity be kept secret. However some time later she’d tired of the article and joined Helga on the divan in the main sitting room. Because they were in a place where they could be disturbed at an inopportune time they’d stayed clothed and just lay in each other’s arms, but that became too tempting and so Harriet retrieved the dildo from her bedroom and sliding Helga’s dress up over her knees, began a slow and luxuriously erotic session that had Helga moaning in ecstasy until finally she went over the edge and climaxed with a series of short, sharp spasms.

“What have I done to you?” Harriet murmured some time later as Helga rearranged herself.

“You have taken me to heaven,” Helga ran an appreciative eye over the pale brown dress she’d made for Harriet three days ago. It had a wide collar and buttoned down to the waist where it flared out in a wide skirt. The placket and cuffs on the short sleeves were made of black silk that she’d had found in her leftover basket, the placket covered the ivory buttons on the dress. She traced her finger lazily down the pleat, undoing the buttons as she made her way down to her waist. Harriet followed her progress as she unbuckled the belt and let it fall away. A few moments later Helga moved forward to push Harriet’s back against the wall and changing position, spread her legs wide and settled in between them as she prepared herself.

For an instant neither woman moved and then Harriet pulled her panties down to reveal the patch of hair between her legs. Helga’s eyes shifted as she moved down and knelt in front of her, the dildo slid inside and Harriet sighed with pleasure as Helga began sliding it in and out, alternating the insertions with a tongue to bathe her genitals. It was something she’d baulked at first but ever since their first encounter two weeks ago she’d been working herself up to it, a process that took all of four days before she finally attempted it. The result was an explosive orgasm that had Harriet crying out for more.

However, Helga was a quick learner and was soon able to take the time to arouse her clitoris and not over stimulate the delicate organ, she’d become almost expert when it came to female genitalia. There were times however when she contemplated the logic behind her love for Harriet. It was an affair that could not be maintained, Harriet had warned her from the start that the Times could recall her to America at any time.

“But until then we will love as if there is no tomorrow.”

Harriet’s short, sharp breathing alerted her to the coming orgasm and when she let out a long, drawn out sigh, Helga held her in place for a few seconds before withdrawing the dildo and sitting back on her haunches. Harriet left the dress riding high as she contemplated the whirling ceiling fan.

“That was the best ever.”

“I am glad,” Helga rose and sat down beside her, “I am getting used to this kind of love.”

“I have noticed that,” Harriet sat forward and proceeded to button her dress, “a natural talent. Most women take some time to get used to licking a woman down there but you seem to have found your rhythm without much help from me.”

“What happens now?”

“What antalya escort bayan do you mean?” Harriet paused in the act of buttoning her dress.

“I mean in the future,” she replied, “Helmut has said we will most likely be returning to Germany, probably next month.”

“When did he say this?” Harriet fastened the button.

“This morning when I was making a new set of curtains for the spare room, he said it would be a waste of time because we would probably be going back to Germany,” she looked at her.

“There is no way we could be like this in Germany and I would not want you to follow me no matter what your heart tells you. Even Nazis trip up over each other in their eagerness to betray each other to Herr Heydrich, so much for the glorious Third Reich. We have become exactly like the Soviet state that we are told to despise,” she made to get up but Harriet reached out and grabbed her wrist.

“How badly do you want to leave Helmut?”

“It is bad enough,” she leaned back against the wall, “I am living two different lives, sometimes I do not know where I am. The other day I almost called Helmut by your name and only remembered myself at the last moment.”

“And that is my fault,” Harriet swivelled to face her, “I have let this go on for some time, perhaps I too was hoping for something to happen but let us be honest. If anything is to happen then it must be up to us to make it so.”

“What do you mean?”

“You need to leave Helmut and come to America. You said a few weeks ago that your Uncle Erich had wanted you to come to America?”

“Ja, but such things take time,” she frowned, “I would have to write him a letter, which would take months to reach him, by then I am in Germany and although I can give my parent’s address there is every chance my mother could open the letter and discover my intentions.”

“What about a phone call?”

“Calling from home is not an option, he would know soon enough.”

“Leave it to me,” Harriet reassured her.

“But even if this happens and I have doubts, what happens if I get to America?”

“Leave it to me,” Harriet repeated, “now perhaps I should drive you home.”

It all sounded very mysterious, like something from a film but Helga let Harriet drive her home and when she farewelled her with a kiss on the cheek, she put a hand on her crotch.

“Tomorrow I will be away from the hotel, and probably the day after too, I will send a message in the usual way when I can see you again.”

It almost sounded like a goodbye but Helga was too preoccupied with the momentous decision she had just made, to leave Helmut and try to make a new life in America.

On the face of it the decision looked simple enough, until one peeled away the layers. She would be away from her immediate family and there would be repercussions of an entirely different kind. She would be the divorcee, the woman who had abandoned her husband to pursue her own selfish needs and desires. She had met such women in the past and while sometimes she sympathised with their reasoning, there was still an instinctive desire to push back against it. Marriage vows were meant to be made once and treated as a sacred trust. Granted life was complicated, people became distant and that was without factoring in other things. In this matter however, Helga was definitely not without blame. She was the one who had the affair, she was the unfaithful wife and while she could justify her infidelity, it didn’t make it any easier.

Helmut must have sensed something was awry because he actually seemed more attentive to her the next two days, sympathising with her listlessness and when he discovered that she hadn’t seen Harriet that day he even offered to drive her to the hotel himself.

“She is good for you.”

“She is good for me?” Helga stared at him.

“You have found a new lease of life,” he loosened his tie, “it is good, perhaps when we return to Germany you could invite her to stay with us for a few days.”

“I will ask her when I see her,” she replied.

“You will see her tomorrow?”

“Perhaps,” she looked past him, “she is working on something but I will ask her.”

“Good,” he returned to his paper, “you have read the news?”

“I did not think Molotov had it in him,” she replied, “why sign a treaty with us?”

“Russia is not our main concern,” he glanced up briefly, “Poland is the stumbling block, Danzig will be free and if making a treaty with the Soviet dogs sets Danzig free then Hitler sees no harm in it. As they say in this part of the world, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.”

She could have said more to that and it was only in the wee small hours as she sat in the sewing room that she realised that prior to meeting Harriet she might well have gone along with his remarks on Poland without a second thought. But her lover had opened her eyes to more than just the pleasures of the flesh. She had educated her about the outside world and the subtle twists and turns konyaaltı escort of diplomacy.

Outside of Germany, Hitler was seen as dangerous. His rapid expansion of the German borders on the pretext of freeing the German minorities in neighbouring countries was just a ploy. Hitler was Austrian by birth, a country that during the Great War had been a junior partner to Germany. His seizure of Austria had been viewed with alarm throughout Europe, Britain and even America. Then there was his unqualified support for Franco and Mussolini, absolute dictators who crushed dissent amongst their own with no regard for the consequences.

However she had really opened Helga’s eyes about the mythology of the Aryan Superman, the myth that the blonde-haired, blue-eyed Caucasian was the descendant of some ancient European race was just silliness. Likewise his seizure of an ancient Hindu symbol for peace and prosperity for his own ends. Helga recalled similar designs used by the now-banned, Thule Society. Little by little, the scales had fallen from her eyes until now she saw through a glass clearly and what she saw now disgusted and appalled her.

Hitler had created an elaborate state security system that was a model of Prussian efficiency. The Gestapo Law enacted some three years earlier had effectively put the Gestapo beyond the control of the judiciary. A few had protested, citing Lord Acton’s famous quote, ‘power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men.’ However, even those who protested were doomed, such opposition was a curious mixture of right wing extremists and left wing Socialists, a marriage made in hell.

It meant however that if she was to make her escape she had to move now and not put it off, and that kept her tossing and turning the rest of the night until she finally drifted off to sleep sometime after the clock chimed four times.

She awoke suddenly to the sound of the door opening and their maid entering the room. She had an envelope in her hand and after handing it to her, backed out of the bedroom. Helga looked at the other side of the bed, Helmut had gone to work already and it was 8:45. She tore the envelope open and pulled out an invitation for a recital by the Boston Philharmonic Society, the invitation was for Harriet Michaels and her friend, Helga Bornhoffen and it was to take place tonight at 19:30 at the American embassy. A small note accompanied the letter, it was from Harriet.

I will pick you up at 18:45, Harriet.

Helga read and reread the note and invitation, trying to find some hidden meaning but after fifteen minutes she flopped back against the pillow and stared at the elaborately moulded panels in the ceiling.

“So my path is set,” she murmured.

A recital meant she had to find something to wear, and she had to prepare for the night but with so little information to go on, Helga found herself beginning to spiral out of control. Harriet had said she’d take care of it but how? Was she going to introduce her to the ambassador or some minor embassy official? What was this plan? How was she to get to America? Would it involve bribery? That thought did occur to her as she lay in the bath just before lunch. She had some money back in Germany but it was in the bank and getting a banker’s draft approved would involve phone calls and letters.

I should just leave him today and be done with it, she mused some time later as she donned a pale blue day dress. I could stay at a hotel and sneak Harriet in at night.

That fantasy kept her entertained, not for any logical value but merely because it kept her mind occupied until she got ready. The red dress looked far too bold but she liked the way the skirt flared out and the attached belt cinched her waist in nicely. She half considered leaving two or three of the buttons undone, Harriet would notice but instead she fastened it to the very top and added a brooch for good measure. Matching shoes and handbag completed the outfit and she then sat down to do her hair and makeup.

She was nearly finished when she heard the doorbell and a minute later faint voices. She strained her ears to pick up something and then she heard footfalls on the stairs and not long afterwards Harriet stepped into the bedroom. She was wearing a white dress and black belt, her hat was at a rakish angle, held there with a hatpin.

“You look ravishing my dear,” Harriet moved up behind her.

“I feel weary,” their eyes met.

“After tonight you might sleep easier,” she put her hands on Helga’s shoulders, “or perhaps you might not. There is someone who wants to meet you.”

“Who?”

“One of my contacts from the State Department,” she let go of her shoulders, “does Helmut know where you are going tonight?”

“Scheisse,” she swore in German, “I have to call him, he is working late again.”

“No need, we will pass by the embassy on our way to the American embassy,” she smiled, “you can tell him then. Have lara escort you got the invitation card?”

“Ja,” she picked it up, “the Boston Philharmonic Society. Do you think they will play any jazz?”

“I don’t think the conductor approves of the devil’s music,” she smirked, “but we are not going for the music,” she looked around the room.

“What is this plan of yours?”

“It involves a little subterfuge,” she winked, “I told you I’d think of something.”

Helga wanted to know more but Harriet was curiously silent as she drove towards the German embassy a few minutes later but once she pulled up outside, she picked up her handbag and opened the door.

“I will come in with you.”

“You don’t have to,” Helga laid a hand on her arm.

“I have to,” she slid off the seat, “come on, the clock is ticking.”

Helmut was surprised to see them and gave his wife the once over before asking why she was all dressed up.

“For a concert,” she replied in German, “at the American embassy.”

“I see,” his eyes flickered to Harriet, knowing full well that she spoke fluent German.

“Can I use the phone?” Harriet nodded at the phone on the reception desk.

“Of course,” he nodded, “we will give you privacy.”

“No need,” she sat down at the desk and took a clay tablet out of her handbag and placed it on the desk, she was taking out a small notebook when Helmut’s eyes shifted.

“What is that?”

“It is something that was found at a dig in the Negev desert,” she flipped through the notebook and found the number.

“That looks like a swastika,” he moved closer.

“It is a similar symbol,” she picked up the phone and started dialling, “but the swastika is a fairly universal symbol, it is found in many cultures.”

She put the receiver to her ear and leaned on her palm.

“Have a look if you want.”

“I would love to hold it.”

“Just don’t drop it,” Harriet replied and then smiled as she spoke to the telephonist at the other end of the line, “professor Kohl if you please,” she then read out the number and waited for the call to be connected.

“Hello, Professor Kohl? It’s Harriet Michaels from the New York Times, did you get my earlier message?” Harriet glanced over as Helmut picked up the tablet reverently, “oh, good, I was just wondering if we will see you tonight? Oh… well that is a shame because I have the piece with me,” she glanced at Helmut.

“But perhaps tomorrow then? At my hotel?” Harriet straightened up, “all right, I’ll see you then, have a pleasant evening,” she put the receiver down and nodded at Helmut.

“Still, it is odd. The professor will be able to verify if it is the genuine article.”

“You were in the Negev?”

“No, it was passed onto me by a source working on the dig.”

“I should like to know more.”

Harriet pursed her lips and nodded as she held out her hand for the tablet.

“Well, I am good friends with your wife, I’m sure I can tell you more once I have verified that this is a genuine antique and not some forgery.”

“Of course,” he handed it back, “well, I shall not keep you,” he took a step back and nodded at his wife, “enjoy the show.”

“What was all that about?” Helga raised an eyebrow some five minutes later as Harriet pulled away from the front of the embassy.

“Subterfuge,” she lit the cigarette, “did you know what your husband does at the embassy?”

“Clerical work he told me so.”

“That is probably part of his work but it is not his true job.”

“What is his true job?”

“He is working for the Ahnenerbe, he is like a scout for want of a better word, one of many placed in strategic locations around the world and given positions in German embassies that suggest they are merely clerical staff. Their job is to find evidence that proves an historical Aryan race once ruled the world, it is one of Himmler’s pet projects,” Harriet blew out a cloud of smoke.

“The tablet is a fake, it was made by the man I just called, but the call I just made was confirmation that Helmut had seen the tablet.”

Helga exhaled suddenly and put a hand to her throat, Harriet pulled over and came to a stop.

“Relax, but if you want to go through with this then we have to set a plan in motion. These people can expedite your flight to America but they will ask for something in return.”

“What?”

“Information,” she replied, “my contact is interested in your husband but he wouldn’t tell me much more than that and I didn’t ask. Believe me, if there was another way to do this I would do it in a heartbeat but time is of the essence and we must be moving,” she touched her leg.

“Do you still want to do this?”

Helga stared straight ahead as she slowly answered.

“Let us go forward, but I wish I had known earlier.”

“Then you would have had less time to put on an innocent face,” Harriet nudged the accelerator, “this way you played your part brilliantly, not even the great Garbo could have done better.”

That did put a slight smile on her face but she still felt nervous as they pulled into the parking lot outside the American embassy. She saw people she recognised, at least two of the wives from the German embassy but Harriet waited until they were inside before they went in.

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She sat and stared at the oil painting hanging in front of her; trying to make out what it meant. After all, that was the assignment given by the professor: to analyze and report on local art. The problem was that she could not determine what the picture was supposed to be. At one angle, it looked like an oddly shaped filing cabinet. At another angle, it looked like a television screen. No matter what, Samantha was so frustrated that she didn’t hear the footsteps approaching from behind her.

“Don’t look at the shapes. Look at the colors. Feel the emotions.”

Samantha turned to find herself face-to-face with an older woman with red hair and thick glasses.

“Oh, thank you.”

“Don’t worry about it. I see students like you in here often; staring in confusion.” the woman replied.

“It is a beautiful piece, but confusing because it is not exactly square. Anyways, I am not sure that I will do well on this project.”

“I have a suggestion that might help you, but it depends if you have time.”

“Yeah?”

“The studio closed ten minutes ago. I didn’t want to disturb you, but I have to shut down the lights. However, this is my studio and my painting, so I want you to give you a private interview for your report.”

“Wait, you are THE artist, Heidi Thuse?” Samantha said feeling embarrassed.

“The one and only. These days, local artists hang their art in galleries. I chose to open my own gallery. I paint, hang, and antalya escort sell my work all in this building. And I would like to show you my studio.”

“Really? But I don’t want to waste your time.”

“Darling, I invited you. Come. The decision is made.”

Samantha took one last look at the piece of art hanging on the wall and followed the red-headed woman down to the basement studio.

She immediately was met by a burgundy painted room with a black leather couch and white easel. On the left of the room was a black wooden table dirtied with oil paints and objects. Along the wall, were about thirty paintings. Some of them were abstract. Others were of nude women. All of them, beautiful.

“You can sit on the couch. I will be ready in a few minutes.”

“You paint nude women?” Samantha asked nervously when Heidi returned.

“Sometimes, but mostly I paint abstracts because they best represent my emotions. Take for example the picture of the red square with a black center. I painted that after I had been seduced by one of my clients. He had been staring at my paintings and I couldn’t help but stare at his ass. He fucked me hard that night in the middle of my studio. It was intense. Just like the painting you see upstairs.”

“I understand the intensity of red, but why black?” I notice that is a theme in many of your paintings.

“Red is often used with passion. Black is often used for darkness or death. However, konyaaltı escort for me, I see the darkness with a different perspective. Perhaps I can help you understand by demonstrating on you?”

“What do you mean ‘on me’?”

“Take this black tie that I have with me and wrap it around your eyes. Now, this exercise requires trust. I want you to paint a picture, but as a blind person would. I will guide you to the easel and give you the brush. Then, I will help guide your hands until you are painting on your own.”

“Sounds interesting. Let’s do it.” Samantha smiled as she put the black tie around her eyes.

“Just wait one more minute while I get the materials.” Heidi said softly before giving her a gentle kiss on the lips. The kiss was sensual and wet; just the way Samantha liked being kissed; however she was not expecting it and almost shouted, but it felt too good.

“I have a better idea.” the old woman whispered as she traced her fingers around Samantha’s hair and neck before bringing her in for another kiss.

“I saw you staring at my photo and immediately thought of fucking you. Then, I want to paint a picture while you eat my pussy. Now, please tell me if you are in for this or not.”

Samantha’s heart was racing and she could feel her juices beginning to flow as hidden desires started coming forth from her mind.

“Fuck my ass with a paintbrush and you can dominate me all night alanya escort long.” Samantha said giving into the desires.

“Done.”

Samantha felt herself being pushed back on the couch and was suddenly met with Heidi’s shaved pussy on her face.

“Taste me while I undress you.”

There was no time to respond before the juicy slit was sliding along her nose and face. Samantha stuck her tongue out and sapped up the juices as if it was candy. Meanwhile, Heidi had unbuttoned her blouse and was fondling Samantha’s hard nipples. Samantha reached her hands up and spread Heidi’s ass cheeks, so that she could go deeper into her vagina. She blindly stumbled upon Heidi’s asshole and began licking and sticking her fingers deep inside.

“Yes.” the artist moaned as she reached down and began rubbing Samantha’s throbbing clit.

“Please fuck me hard.” Samantha begged as she felt two fingers go deep into her dripping wet pussy.

Time stopped. Samantha only saw black and white and red. Her pulse screamed out with music as Heidi stuck a thick paintbrush stick deep into Samantha’s ass. The scent of sex permeated the air. The minutes that passed were consumed with moaning and thrusting movements. Samantha was lost in pleasure.

Suddenly, her blindfold came off and she saw the thick red hair of Heidi’s bush in face, dripping with cream. She screamed out in ecstasy and laughed with the moment.

“Now it is time for me to paint.” Heidi panted. “Eat my pussy while I paint. Then you will know what I was feeling when I painted all of my art.”

Three hours later, Samantha gave Heidi a kiss goodnight.

“You can pick up your art tomorrow after you help me paint another one!” Heidi said waving goodnight.

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Helga and Harriet have begun having an affair, a radical change for Helga but other things are changing as well and when the Molotov-Ribbentrop Part is signed in Moscow, Helga overhears some startling news that will soon reverberate across the world as Hitler prepares to invade Poland. When she relays this news to Harriet she knows that soon she will face the ultimate choice, to betray her husband and her country, or to stay with Helmut and lose her one true love. However Helmut has secrets of his own that will forever change Helga.

Author’s note: I would like to thank Michael from Germany for the German translation.

*****

THE BETRAYAL

Helga arched her back as Harriet pushed harder. The rubber dildo had been lubricated with oil and the first time Harriet took it out to show her she’d blushed furiously, but after experiencing sex with the dildo it had become her favoured method of penetration. This was due partly to the fact that it better simulated ‘normal’ sex and partly because the dildo was so much larger than a penis and unlike a penis, it could be manipulated in ways that were impossible with a penis. When you added a tongue and fingers to the act of penetration, the climax was that much more satisfying and indeed lasted longer. It had also encouraged Helga to take the lead in their intimate encounters over the last two weeks, using the dildo on Harriet felt far more natural. She loved watching it slide in and out while her lover rose and fell in time with her rhythmic probing.

This particular session had been an impromptu one after a light lunch at their favourite French café when they’d gone back to Harriet’s hotel room, ostensibly to sip iced tea while Harriet worked on her next article. It was yet another interview with an Egyptian nationalist with links to the Free Officers Group although he had requested his identity be kept secret. However some time later she’d tired of the article and joined Helga on the divan in the main sitting room. Because they were in a place where they could be disturbed at an inopportune time they’d stayed clothed and just lay in each other’s arms, but that became too tempting and so Harriet retrieved the dildo from her bedroom and sliding Helga’s dress up over her knees, began a slow and luxuriously erotic session that had Helga moaning in ecstasy until finally she went over the edge and climaxed with a series of short, sharp spasms.

“What have I done to you?” Harriet murmured some time later as Helga rearranged herself.

“You have taken me to heaven,” Helga ran an appreciative eye over the pale brown dress she’d made for Harriet three days ago. It had a wide collar and buttoned down to the waist where it flared out in a wide skirt. The placket and cuffs on the short sleeves were made of black silk that she’d had found in her leftover basket, the placket covered the ivory buttons on the dress. She traced her finger lazily down the pleat, undoing the buttons as she made her way down to her waist. Harriet followed her progress as she unbuckled the belt and let it fall away. A few moments later Helga moved forward to push Harriet’s back against the wall and changing position, spread her legs wide and settled in between them as she prepared herself.

For an instant neither woman moved and then Harriet pulled her panties down to reveal the patch of hair between her legs. Helga’s eyes shifted as she moved down and knelt in front of her, the dildo slid inside and Harriet sighed with pleasure as Helga began sliding it in and out, alternating the insertions with a tongue to bathe her genitals. It was something she’d baulked at first but ever since their first encounter two weeks ago she’d been working herself up to it, a process that took all of four days before she finally attempted it. The result was an explosive orgasm that had Harriet crying out for more.

However, Helga was a quick learner and was soon able to take the time to arouse her clitoris and not over stimulate the delicate organ, she’d become almost expert when it came to female genitalia. There were times however when she contemplated the logic behind her love for Harriet. It was an affair that could not be maintained, Harriet had warned her from the start that the Times could recall her to America at any time.

“But until then we will love as if there is no tomorrow.”

Harriet’s short, sharp breathing alerted her to the coming orgasm and when she let out a long, drawn out sigh, Helga held her in place for a few seconds before withdrawing the dildo and sitting back on her haunches. Harriet left the dress riding high as she contemplated the whirling ceiling fan.

“That was the best ever.”

“I am glad,” Helga rose and sat down beside her, “I am getting used to this kind of love.”

“I have noticed that,” Harriet sat forward and proceeded to button her dress, “a natural talent. Most women take some time to get used to licking a woman down there but you seem to have found your rhythm without much help from me.”

“What happens now?”

“What antalya escort bayan do you mean?” Harriet paused in the act of buttoning her dress.

“I mean in the future,” she replied, “Helmut has said we will most likely be returning to Germany, probably next month.”

“When did he say this?” Harriet fastened the button.

“This morning when I was making a new set of curtains for the spare room, he said it would be a waste of time because we would probably be going back to Germany,” she looked at her.

“There is no way we could be like this in Germany and I would not want you to follow me no matter what your heart tells you. Even Nazis trip up over each other in their eagerness to betray each other to Herr Heydrich, so much for the glorious Third Reich. We have become exactly like the Soviet state that we are told to despise,” she made to get up but Harriet reached out and grabbed her wrist.

“How badly do you want to leave Helmut?”

“It is bad enough,” she leaned back against the wall, “I am living two different lives, sometimes I do not know where I am. The other day I almost called Helmut by your name and only remembered myself at the last moment.”

“And that is my fault,” Harriet swivelled to face her, “I have let this go on for some time, perhaps I too was hoping for something to happen but let us be honest. If anything is to happen then it must be up to us to make it so.”

“What do you mean?”

“You need to leave Helmut and come to America. You said a few weeks ago that your Uncle Erich had wanted you to come to America?”

“Ja, but such things take time,” she frowned, “I would have to write him a letter, which would take months to reach him, by then I am in Germany and although I can give my parent’s address there is every chance my mother could open the letter and discover my intentions.”

“What about a phone call?”

“Calling from home is not an option, he would know soon enough.”

“Leave it to me,” Harriet reassured her.

“But even if this happens and I have doubts, what happens if I get to America?”

“Leave it to me,” Harriet repeated, “now perhaps I should drive you home.”

It all sounded very mysterious, like something from a film but Helga let Harriet drive her home and when she farewelled her with a kiss on the cheek, she put a hand on her crotch.

“Tomorrow I will be away from the hotel, and probably the day after too, I will send a message in the usual way when I can see you again.”

It almost sounded like a goodbye but Helga was too preoccupied with the momentous decision she had just made, to leave Helmut and try to make a new life in America.

On the face of it the decision looked simple enough, until one peeled away the layers. She would be away from her immediate family and there would be repercussions of an entirely different kind. She would be the divorcee, the woman who had abandoned her husband to pursue her own selfish needs and desires. She had met such women in the past and while sometimes she sympathised with their reasoning, there was still an instinctive desire to push back against it. Marriage vows were meant to be made once and treated as a sacred trust. Granted life was complicated, people became distant and that was without factoring in other things. In this matter however, Helga was definitely not without blame. She was the one who had the affair, she was the unfaithful wife and while she could justify her infidelity, it didn’t make it any easier.

Helmut must have sensed something was awry because he actually seemed more attentive to her the next two days, sympathising with her listlessness and when he discovered that she hadn’t seen Harriet that day he even offered to drive her to the hotel himself.

“She is good for you.”

“She is good for me?” Helga stared at him.

“You have found a new lease of life,” he loosened his tie, “it is good, perhaps when we return to Germany you could invite her to stay with us for a few days.”

“I will ask her when I see her,” she replied.

“You will see her tomorrow?”

“Perhaps,” she looked past him, “she is working on something but I will ask her.”

“Good,” he returned to his paper, “you have read the news?”

“I did not think Molotov had it in him,” she replied, “why sign a treaty with us?”

“Russia is not our main concern,” he glanced up briefly, “Poland is the stumbling block, Danzig will be free and if making a treaty with the Soviet dogs sets Danzig free then Hitler sees no harm in it. As they say in this part of the world, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.”

She could have said more to that and it was only in the wee small hours as she sat in the sewing room that she realised that prior to meeting Harriet she might well have gone along with his remarks on Poland without a second thought. But her lover had opened her eyes to more than just the pleasures of the flesh. She had educated her about the outside world and the subtle twists konyaaltı escort and turns of diplomacy.

Outside of Germany, Hitler was seen as dangerous. His rapid expansion of the German borders on the pretext of freeing the German minorities in neighbouring countries was just a ploy. Hitler was Austrian by birth, a country that during the Great War had been a junior partner to Germany. His seizure of Austria had been viewed with alarm throughout Europe, Britain and even America. Then there was his unqualified support for Franco and Mussolini, absolute dictators who crushed dissent amongst their own with no regard for the consequences.

However she had really opened Helga’s eyes about the mythology of the Aryan Superman, the myth that the blonde-haired, blue-eyed Caucasian was the descendant of some ancient European race was just silliness. Likewise his seizure of an ancient Hindu symbol for peace and prosperity for his own ends. Helga recalled similar designs used by the now-banned, Thule Society. Little by little, the scales had fallen from her eyes until now she saw through a glass clearly and what she saw now disgusted and appalled her.

Hitler had created an elaborate state security system that was a model of Prussian efficiency. The Gestapo Law enacted some three years earlier had effectively put the Gestapo beyond the control of the judiciary. A few had protested, citing Lord Acton’s famous quote, ‘power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men.’ However, even those who protested were doomed, such opposition was a curious mixture of right wing extremists and left wing Socialists, a marriage made in hell.

It meant however that if she was to make her escape she had to move now and not put it off, and that kept her tossing and turning the rest of the night until she finally drifted off to sleep sometime after the clock chimed four times.

She awoke suddenly to the sound of the door opening and their maid entering the room. She had an envelope in her hand and after handing it to her, backed out of the bedroom. Helga looked at the other side of the bed, Helmut had gone to work already and it was 8:45. She tore the envelope open and pulled out an invitation for a recital by the Boston Philharmonic Society, the invitation was for Harriet Michaels and her friend, Helga Bornhoffen and it was to take place tonight at 19:30 at the American embassy. A small note accompanied the letter, it was from Harriet.

I will pick you up at 18:45, Harriet.

Helga read and reread the note and invitation, trying to find some hidden meaning but after fifteen minutes she flopped back against the pillow and stared at the elaborately moulded panels in the ceiling.

“So my path is set,” she murmured.

A recital meant she had to find something to wear, and she had to prepare for the night but with so little information to go on, Helga found herself beginning to spiral out of control. Harriet had said she’d take care of it but how? Was she going to introduce her to the ambassador or some minor embassy official? What was this plan? How was she to get to America? Would it involve bribery? That thought did occur to her as she lay in the bath just before lunch. She had some money back in Germany but it was in the bank and getting a banker’s draft approved would involve phone calls and letters.

I should just leave him today and be done with it, she mused some time later as she donned a pale blue day dress. I could stay at a hotel and sneak Harriet in at night.

That fantasy kept her entertained, not for any logical value but merely because it kept her mind occupied until she got ready. The red dress looked far too bold but she liked the way the skirt flared out and the attached belt cinched her waist in nicely. She half considered leaving two or three of the buttons undone, Harriet would notice but instead she fastened it to the very top and added a brooch for good measure. Matching shoes and handbag completed the outfit and she then sat down to do her hair and makeup.

She was nearly finished when she heard the doorbell and a minute later faint voices. She strained her ears to pick up something and then she heard footfalls on the stairs and not long afterwards Harriet stepped into the bedroom. She was wearing a white dress and black belt, her hat was at a rakish angle, held there with a hatpin.

“You look ravishing my dear,” Harriet moved up behind her.

“I feel weary,” their eyes met.

“After tonight you might sleep easier,” she put her hands on Helga’s shoulders, “or perhaps you might not. There is someone who wants to meet you.”

“Who?”

“One of my contacts from the State Department,” she let go of her shoulders, “does Helmut know where you are going tonight?”

“Scheisse,” she swore in German, “I have to call him, he is working late again.”

“No need, we will pass by the embassy on our way to the American embassy,” she smiled, lara escort “you can tell him then. Have you got the invitation card?”

“Ja,” she picked it up, “the Boston Philharmonic Society. Do you think they will play any jazz?”

“I don’t think the conductor approves of the devil’s music,” she smirked, “but we are not going for the music,” she looked around the room.

“What is this plan of yours?”

“It involves a little subterfuge,” she winked, “I told you I’d think of something.”

Helga wanted to know more but Harriet was curiously silent as she drove towards the German embassy a few minutes later but once she pulled up outside, she picked up her handbag and opened the door.

“I will come in with you.”

“You don’t have to,” Helga laid a hand on her arm.

“I have to,” she slid off the seat, “come on, the clock is ticking.”

Helmut was surprised to see them and gave his wife the once over before asking why she was all dressed up.

“For a concert,” she replied in German, “at the American embassy.”

“I see,” his eyes flickered to Harriet, knowing full well that she spoke fluent German.

“Can I use the phone?” Harriet nodded at the phone on the reception desk.

“Of course,” he nodded, “we will give you privacy.”

“No need,” she sat down at the desk and took a clay tablet out of her handbag and placed it on the desk, she was taking out a small notebook when Helmut’s eyes shifted.

“What is that?”

“It is something that was found at a dig in the Negev desert,” she flipped through the notebook and found the number.

“That looks like a swastika,” he moved closer.

“It is a similar symbol,” she picked up the phone and started dialling, “but the swastika is a fairly universal symbol, it is found in many cultures.”

She put the receiver to her ear and leaned on her palm.

“Have a look if you want.”

“I would love to hold it.”

“Just don’t drop it,” Harriet replied and then smiled as she spoke to the telephonist at the other end of the line, “professor Kohl if you please,” she then read out the number and waited for the call to be connected.

“Hello, Professor Kohl? It’s Harriet Michaels from the New York Times, did you get my earlier message?” Harriet glanced over as Helmut picked up the tablet reverently, “oh, good, I was just wondering if we will see you tonight? Oh… well that is a shame because I have the piece with me,” she glanced at Helmut.

“But perhaps tomorrow then? At my hotel?” Harriet straightened up, “all right, I’ll see you then, have a pleasant evening,” she put the receiver down and nodded at Helmut.

“Still, it is odd. The professor will be able to verify if it is the genuine article.”

“You were in the Negev?”

“No, it was passed onto me by a source working on the dig.”

“I should like to know more.”

Harriet pursed her lips and nodded as she held out her hand for the tablet.

“Well, I am good friends with your wife, I’m sure I can tell you more once I have verified that this is a genuine antique and not some forgery.”

“Of course,” he handed it back, “well, I shall not keep you,” he took a step back and nodded at his wife, “enjoy the show.”

“What was all that about?” Helga raised an eyebrow some five minutes later as Harriet pulled away from the front of the embassy.

“Subterfuge,” she lit the cigarette, “did you know what your husband does at the embassy?”

“Clerical work he told me so.”

“That is probably part of his work but it is not his true job.”

“What is his true job?”

“He is working for the Ahnenerbe, he is like a scout for want of a better word, one of many placed in strategic locations around the world and given positions in German embassies that suggest they are merely clerical staff. Their job is to find evidence that proves an historical Aryan race once ruled the world, it is one of Himmler’s pet projects,” Harriet blew out a cloud of smoke.

“The tablet is a fake, it was made by the man I just called, but the call I just made was confirmation that Helmut had seen the tablet.”

Helga exhaled suddenly and put a hand to her throat, Harriet pulled over and came to a stop.

“Relax, but if you want to go through with this then we have to set a plan in motion. These people can expedite your flight to America but they will ask for something in return.”

“What?”

“Information,” she replied, “my contact is interested in your husband but he wouldn’t tell me much more than that and I didn’t ask. Believe me, if there was another way to do this I would do it in a heartbeat but time is of the essence and we must be moving,” she touched her leg.

“Do you still want to do this?”

Helga stared straight ahead as she slowly answered.

“Let us go forward, but I wish I had known earlier.”

“Then you would have had less time to put on an innocent face,” Harriet nudged the accelerator, “this way you played your part brilliantly, not even the great Garbo could have done better.”

That did put a slight smile on her face but she still felt nervous as they pulled into the parking lot outside the American embassy. She saw people she recognised, at least two of the wives from the German embassy but Harriet waited until they were inside before they went in.

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