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(First things first: a big thank you to sexnovella, who edited my story at the speed of light. And another thank you to Whispersecret and the essay “How to Make Characters Talk”. As a non-native English speaker, this guide was extremely helpful. To the ones who are curious and give a chance to the rookie writer – me –, feel free to comment and rate and, if you’re curious, ask for the next chapter. This is a story about domination, wonderful women, power, and orgasms that shatter the boundaries of impossible. Skorupa means “shell” in Polish, being a surname and a nickname for a secretive person. With that in mind, I played with that meaning here to design a secretive personality. Our main character has a dirty little secret, and I hope you stay with her through the entire story to find out what it is…)

The redheaded woman arrived at the humongous building, eager to start working. It was her first day at Pentex Holding, and she needed to prove she was more than a beautiful face and body. Yes, she was a wonderful woman indeed: young (not more than 25 years old), six feet tall, with a red mane for hair, blue eyes, long and firm legs, nice hips, and a remarkable set of breasts: big, round, firm, and impossible not to notice. She was wearing a nice suit, black, with white accessories and black high heels (which added about four inches to her already splendorous height), and some heads already started to turn and look at her. Gabrielle Skorupa took the elevator alone, to the 45th floor, and searched for the office of Ms. Sophie Hargreaves, the local manager, and her boss.

When she found the office, she needed no introduction. She announced her name to her secretary (a cute brunette with a nice smile but a haircut going wrong), that promptly directed her to the door, gently knocking before:

“Ms. Hargreaves?” The young girl called.

“Yes, Hannah?”

“Ms. Sk… Skorupa is here.” She stammered a bit at her name.

“Send her in!”

Hannah opened the door and the tall woman entered the office. Sophie Hargreaves got up and shook her hand. She was shorter about a head, seemed to be about thirty years old, yet she seemed quite powerful, with her dark hair and fair skin, big green eyes, golden earrings and matching jewelry, expensive clothing, and of course, the whole managing of the Import/Export Division of the Pentex Holding.

“It is a pleasure, Ms. Hargreaves.”

“Spare the introduction, Ms. Skorupa. Have a seat.” Sophie sat down first, while Gabrielle sat and crossed her long legs. “I’m more of a “direct” person.”

“If you’re a direct person, can you allow me to be as well?”

“Sure, Ms. Skorupa. What is it?”

“Excellent.” She flexed her fingers. “What challenge can you offer me here?”

Sophie’s eyes flared instantly. “Arrogance won’t take you anywhere, lady.”

“It’s not arrogance, Ms. Hargreaves. This is probably the

best place in the world to work right now, and I want to be not only an employee, but part of this company.”

Sophie raised a finger. “I’m not sure if you can take up a real challenge here, Ms. Skorupa. I’ll-“

“If I’m not up to the challenge, you can fire me on the spot. I have the cards and I’m going all-in.” Gabrielle interrupted her, eagerly. ‘And I’m willing to play aggressively’, she thought to herself.

Sophie looked at her with a bit of interest.

“Interesting. I’m starting to like you. Your office is being set up as we speak. I want you to direct all your efforts to this.” She handled a thin file, labeled ‘UE/Bev’.

“We want to start importing luxury beverages from some countries in the UE but no one is able to cut all the red tapes of the different countries.” As she spoke, Gabrielle was already fumbling the file pages. “If you manage to do this, it will be a great feat for you and for us. If not, I’ll personally sign your resignation. So, do you still want your challenge?”

Gabrielle looked up, straight to her eyes, and firmly said, bursa escort “I’m up to it, Ms. Hargreaves, and I want to start working on this right now.”

“You have a strong will, Ms. Skorupa. Let’s see how long you’ll be able to keep it.”

And with that, Gabrielle left her boss’s office. Hannah showed the way to her new office, neat and with all she (probably) needed to start working, but unfortunately a bit small. Gabrielle grabbed the phone and started a sequence of calls. She studied in Germany and had traveled to mostly all countries the holding wanted to do business: Italy, Portugal, France, and so on. The first call of many rang a phone in Germany.

***

Seven weeks later…

Almost two months can change a lot of things. Gabrielle Skorupa had set her work done as easily as she could. It was tough to deal with the dealers, especially in another country, but a videoconference and the sight of a stunning, chesty and surgically precise businesswoman on the webcam seems to relieve the red tape, since most of them were men.

The whole office seemed to acknowledge Gabrielle was there. She received some invites to go out, but declined them, knowing she needed focus. Even being a mean girl to the adventurous men, she befriended lots of people from the office, especially Hannah, Sophie Hargreaves’s secretary.

She was ready to prove herself. With all set, Gabrielle requested a meeting with Sophie. The meeting occurred at a Friday, at 4 p.m., and Sophie was stressed, really stressed. Hannah warned her before she entered the office, to meet a woman bellowing angrily on a phone, much different from the Sophie Hargreaves she met the past month:

“Lock this damned door, girl.” Gabrielle obeyed. “And now tell me what the actual fuck you’re doing here?!” Sophie exploded. “Seven weeks and I don’t hear a word from you! I was already planning on writing your freaking obituary!”

“W-What’s wrong, Ms. Hargreaves?”

“That fucking office of the Emirates, those bastards doesn’t seem to… oh, shit, sorry about my manners…” She served herself a gulp of water, trying to calm down.

“Our team at the United Arab Emirates did something bad for the company.” Her tone was suggesting that was the end of the topic. “Now, tell me what you’re doing here, if you may?”

Gabrielle handled what seemed to be a big list of contracts. There should be a hundred – no, two hundred pages of freshly printed paper. “All I need now is your signature.”

“Wait… You did it? How?”

“I manage to be fluent in German, Italian, and Polish, my almost-native language.” Gabrielle raised a long finger to each language. “And I’m also able to speak some Spanish and some French. I managed to get good contracts for the best Porto wines, Russian vodka, three or four luxury Scottish whiskies, and a good set of Italian wines. And I’m sure I can go on with that.”

“OK. OK I get it. You managed it.” She was reading the contracts superficially, speeding her eyes, but her face was contorted with disbelief. “How could you do it so fast? The legal part, it’s all here, the contacts… you did it all by yourself?”

“I had some help from Larson to improve the legal contents,” she said honestly. “But yes, Ms. Hargreaves, seven weeks of my hard work stands on your hands.”

“You,” she paused, “You can call me Sophie from now on.”

“Thank you Sophie.” Gabrielle smiled beautifully, catching her boss totally off-guard.

Sophie lowered her eyes, and a hint of a blush colored her high cheeks. But this lasted only for a few seconds, as she regained composure, with energy sparkling from her green eyes.

“You’re amazing! Such a beautiful and talented woman, what a very powerful asset we hold now! Even the CEO will be eventually interested.”

“The CEO? Mr. Davies?”

“Yes, that’s the one. He’ll eventually hear about a new girl who handled a complicated file,” she said, with a full smile on her lips, and a look that bursa escort bayan made Gabrielle remember a Discovery Channel program about panthers. Sophie’s eyes were like a panther about to hunt her prey.

“But for now, I officially welcome you to the Pentex Holding. Your job here is one hundred percent safe, girl. How about we go out tonight?”

The sudden invitation made Gabrielle frown. “What, both of us?”

“Yeah,” she said carelessly. “Yeah, you and me. Ever heard of the Three Devils Club?”

“The one that occupies a whole floor of the Juno Hotel, yes.” The Juno Hotel was part of The Pantheon chain of five-star hotels, with names of the Greek gods for their huge buildings, and some of the newest hotels abroad were being baptized with the names of the Nordic gods. There was already Odin, Thor, and Sif, and Brynhild (despite being a Valkyrie and not a goddess) was next on the line.

“And also the one that costs my whole salary or more to get inside.” Gabrielle sighed.

“Don’t be silly. The Pantheon is part of the Pentex Holding, and, as a manager, I can get us inside, even without a reservation.”

“Really?” Gabrielle was shocked.

“Really,” Sophie said again with that careless tone of ‘I’m the boss’. “So, how about it?”

“You don’t have to ask me twice, boss,” she teased.

“It’s Sophie!” She threw a small paper ball at her, laughing. “You really did a great job, Gabrielle. You deserve some fun.”

***

At 11 p.m., Sophie knocked on Gabrielle’s door, and was promptly answered. The night was cold but needed no extra clothing.

Sophie was wearing black higher heels, and chose a wonderful mini dress with sleeves, dark with ivory and gold embroidering, but showing a large portion of her nice, thick thighs; and Gabrielle was wearing a red one-shoulder showing a generous cleavage and matching bright red shoes. They were so dressed to kill.

Sophie drove her classy Porsche to the Three Devils Club while chatting happily. They were about to ignore all the huge line outside of the club, when Gabrielle had an idea.

“Wait, Sophie.”

“What? Why?”

“How about we check in?” she suggested. “I mean, we’ll both get some drinks, dance, get wasted… you shouldn’t drive after all that, right?”

Sophie pondered for a moment. “Yeah you’re right. Let’s do it before we go to the party, huh?”

And so, they took a detour to the lobby, where the receptionist stared at the two gorgeous women, mouth half-opened.

“I’d like to book a room for two. Valhalla floor please.”

“For two?”, he asked, his mouth opening a little more. Gabrielle said nothing.

“Yeah, why?”

“N-Nothing, ma’am.” He started typing her order.

Both girls climbed up to the 12th floor, to a big comfy room, with a nice warm bed, a fireplace lit up for a cold day, good liquors stacked, a neat bathroom, and two hot women inside. Gabrielle left her purse (quite big, Sophie noticed) on a chair and threw herself and Sophie glasses of Gold Label.

“A little warm-up?” Sophie asked.

“Yeah, something like that,” she answered as Sophie gulped down her whisky and poured herself another dose. A double dose, this time.

“I would never imagine you were the whisky-drinker type.”

“I learned how to drink for real when I was in college. There was this young girl, a prodigy. We lived in the same apartment with two other girls, and her parents were kind of rich. She liked to buy some strong stuff and shared with us. Whisky, strong wines, vodka. We all used to say we liked the flavors, but in the end, we all got smashed.”

“And why would she share if she was paying?”

“She wasn’t selfish,” Gabrielle grinned as Sophie started laughing.

“How old were you back then?”

“I was eighteen already. The prodigy girl, I think she was barely 17 when we started drinking.”

“But this is violating the law,” Sophie frowned. “You never bursa merkez escort got caught?”

“Well, no. I was 18 already, and I usually bought it, she only provided the money. So, they checked my ID, but it was OK. When she turned 18 she started buying herself, but she still liked sharing with us.”

Sophie laughed, the whisky glass already empty again.

“And now you’re here drinking with me.”

“And now I’m here drinking with you,” she winked.

Sophie smiled. “You know… you look stunning. Hell, you are stunning.”

“Is this the whisky already affecting you?” Gabrielle giggled.

“Oh, no, my dear… this is me hitting on you.”

“Oh no… I’m being so harassed right now.”

“You surely are…” And Sophie hugged her, passionately, lifting her head to kiss the tall redhead full in the lips. That soft, warm kiss, seasoned with whisky, started setting both girls on fire.

Sophie bit her lip, while her hands touched the thin waist, going up for the huge firm boobs. She squeezed them softly and Gabrielle gasped. Then she licked the portion of the boobs exposed by the cleavage. By now Sophie showed she was so, so horny, and she had no idea what was about to happen.

Sophie kept teasing the taller girl, and took two steps behind. She took her shoes off, going shorter four or five inches, and pulled off her dress seductively, revealing a cute black G-string and a matching black bra holding her C-cup breasts. Gabrielle, already stunned by the vision, touched her flat belly with her hand.

“This will be a night to remember, my dear,” said Sophie.

“Oh it will, Sophie, absolutely.” And then, all of a sudden, the redhead transformed herself. Not in a physical but more of a behavior way. Her eyes flashed with malice, her lips moved to a sultry smile, and above all else, she was not the naïve girl anymore. She not-so-gently pulled Sophie’s hair back and turned her around, exposing her sweet ass, while Sophie was (once more) caught off-guard.

“But, hey! What are you doing?”

“I was messing with you, Sophie.” Her voice seemed totally different now. It changed somehow. The tone, the notes on her voice, even her accent changed slightly, with a hint of German. Everything was built up for submitting the brunette.

“Skorupa is a nickname to someone secretive. This is my little secret, my dear Sophie Hargreaves.” She licked her ear slowly, while her huge breasts pressed Sophie’s back. “You are now mine. Totally mine.” The stunning and stacked redhead licked her neck while pulling her hair, and with the other hand she started squeezing Sophie’s breasts, already moaning with anticipated pleasure. She was able to unlace the bra with only one hand (‘Oh!’ Sophie gasped) and before touching her small swollen nipples, she made her lick her fingers. She was totally tamed.

Gabrielle turned her and kissed her again, the two tongues meeting in a swirl. Then she started going down and sucking her nipples, playing with then in her mouth, with kisses that made Sophie’s world go round. Gabrielle then moved her hand to Sophie’s ass, pushed the G-string aside, and, without a warning, shoved two long fingers (index and middle) inside her burning-hot pussy, and the thumb pressed hard her tight ass.

Sophie gasped and moaned instantly. “Oooooh, Gab… Oooh! What are you-OOOOH!”

She started masturbating Sophie’s pussy and ass at the same time with a skill that drove Sophie mad. She screamed with pleasure, barely able to breathe, and within seconds, she winced and started coming in her hand, but not a common orgasm. It was a real, powerful orgasm that blasted Sophie’s inside, making her squirt for the first time in her life. Her body shook as if she was receiving an electric shock. She came thrice in a row and squirted even more, the sweet honey drooping on her mistress hand and her thighs.

“What… what was that?” Sophie was still catching her breath.

“Your first real orgasm, dear,” Gabrielle pointed matter-of-factly.

“You made me squirt all over your hand!”

“And I’m not done with you. Take that off.” Gabrielle pointed at her small G-string. Sophie obeyed more quickly than Hannah would obey any order. The G-string flew to somewhere in the room.

To be continued…

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I sat there looking at the advertisement for what must be the 100th time. I don’t know why I bothered reading it because I knew it off by heart.

“Spanking Services for Ladies only by mature, experienced. caring and understanding Auntie/Domme. First timers especially welcome. Make your fantasies come true. Contact Elizabeth and the phone number.

God! I was so frustrated. There I was, a University graduate, successful businesswoman in charge of my own department and I was so nervous about making one phone call. A phone call that could change my life, a phone call that may result in me receiving the spanking that I had needed, desired, wanted, fantasised and masturbated over for so many years.

After all, if I wasn’t happy with the conversation all I had to do was hang up. I had checked out Elizabeth’s reputation with the editor of the contact magazine in which I read the advert and he gave Elizabeth a very good report. Also there were those letters in the magazine from ladies who had been to Elizabeth and had “such a great time” that they were going back – surely all those couldn’t be fake?

It was after 5.30 and all the office had gone home, I was by myself and I finally plucked up the courage to make the call. I used my mobile phone and dialled the number.

“Elizabeth speaking, can I help you?” Elizabeth answered in a cheerful voice.

I was frozen, words wouldn’t come, and I didn’t know what to say!

“Hello, hello are you there? You must be I can hear you breathing, come on say something or I’ll have to hang up.”

Finally words came, “I, I, I’m ringing about your advert,” I spluttered out, so much for the calm, successful businesswoman.

Elizabeth was great, “ Is this your first call about spanking?” She asked.

“Yes it is,” was all I could say.

“You sound so nervous, there’s no need to be but I know what you’re going through. Take some deep breaths, breath in and fill up your lungs and tummy, yes that’s right, now let it all out, go on, keep going, let it all out. Great, now do it again and three more times, there’s no hurry.”

She listened while I did as she instructed, then inquired, “There that’s better, do you feel more relaxed?”

“Yes I do”, I replied truthfully, “I think I can actually put a few coherent words together now.”

Elizabeth laughed, her mood was infectious, and I felt as if I could really talk to the lady at the other end of the phone. “O.K., now how can I help you? What’s your first name?’ she asked.

“Oh, my name is Maria, I seen your advert many times and I’ve finally decided to call you about your spanking services. You see I’ve had this, this um”

“Need?” asked Elizabeth.

“Yes that’s the word, this need for so long, years and years, and I’m just so frustrated that I haven’t had anyone to talk to about it, let alone anyone to actually spank me. I’ve dropped a few hints to a couple of girlfriends who I thought were broadminded and they just laughed at me, so I’ve finally decided to ring you.” Now I was talking Elizabeth couldn’t get a word in edgeways, I was on a roll and not stopping until it all came out. “I’ve searched the Internet looking at various sites of Mistresses and most of them seem so awful. I’m not interested in torture or brown showers, I don’t want to be put down, humiliated or degraded, I just want, no, I just need some gentle domination with a good over the knee spanking.” There I had finally said it, what would Elizabeth say?

“Sounds familiar to me”, She said, “ I’ve spanked lots of ladies whose desires and fantasies were just the same as yours. You don’t have to worry; I’m not into showers, torture or humiliation. My main service is over the knee spanking, clothed or unclothed, it’s your choice.”

“You do it clothed?’ I blurted out, that had one of my worries, baring my bum to a complete stranger, even another woman.

Again that comforting laugh, “Yes, some clients don’t want the embarrassment of baring their bottom so they wear thin, tight shorts, or panties, or some prefer a g-string which allows me to spank them on the bare while they retain some modesty. It’s your choice Maria, nothing happens to you at my place that you don’t want to happen. I want you to leave happy and satisfied with my services so that you want to come back again. Of course I do earn my living from my services so there is a charge.”

Elizabeth went on to explain the charges and we talked some more. We spoke about fear, of wants, of fantasies, of some of her experiences with novices. She offered to meet me at a coffee shop if that would make things easier for me, we could talk things over and if I didn’t like her we could leave and go our separate ways. I was tempted to take the easy way out but instead asked when could she see me?

“Well as a matter of fact I have a vacancy tonight because of a cancellation. My regular lady for tonight had to go interstate because of her job so if you want her time it’s yours. Maybe this cancellation happened for a reason escort bayan Maria, I don’t believe in accidents, the time is available for you, tonight, if you really want to face your fear.”

It was up to me, there was silence as my mind raced, thinking about everything Elizabeth had said, she sounded so nice, so trustworthy.

I took a deep breath and said, “I’ll come tonight Elizabeth, what time and where?”

“Very good Maria, I’m proud of you for making what is not an easy decision.” After giving me her address and instructions of how to find her house she said, “I’ll see you at 7.30 Maria, don’t be late or else! Bye for now.”

The phone went dead. God, what had I let myself in for? My mind started to race, would I go or not? After all she didn’t know my number. No Maria, I said to myself, stop these damn negative thoughts and do it!

I rushed to my nearby apartment, showered and dressed. I decided to wear a g-string, I wanted it on the bare but wasn’t sure if I wanted Elizabeth to see my privates. I tried to eat something but I was too nervous so I went to the downstairs car park, got my car and drove out to the suburbs. Elizabeth’s instructions were excellent, I later found that giving instructions were one of Elizabeth’s strengths, and arrived about ten minutes early.

I sat outside trembling nervously, butterflies rushing about in my stomach, but still very determined to go through with it. After all, Elizabeth had said I could leave at any time and we had agreed on ‘Mercy’ as a code word. I checked once again that I had put the right amount of money in the envelope for Elizabeth and at 7.28 drove into her driveway to my appointment with destiny.

As Elizabeth had said, high fences and hedges gave me privacy as I walked nervously up to the front door. Without hesitation I rang the bell, giving myself a private pat on the back for my bravery.

Elizabeth answered the door almost immediately. She was smiling as she ushered me into the hallway. I liked her straight away. She reminded me of one of my aunts as she welcomed me and asked me to put the envelope on the hall table.

As she guided me into the comfortable lounge room she said, “Congratulations Maria, it takes courage to face ones fears, I’m very proud of you.”

“Proud of me?” I asked.

“Yes, and I want you to be proud of your spanking needs Maria. I don’t mean you have to rush out and tell everyone you know about what happens here tonight. But your needs are your needs, it’s a very personal thing for you and there is nothing for you to be ashamed about, O.K.?”

I nodded, feeling good about facing my demons but also suddenly a bit nervous about the actual spanking.

“Would you like a coffee or tea?” Elizabeth inquired, “Or perhaps something a bit stronger for the nerves, a glass of wine perhaps?””

“Wine would be wonderful,” I replied.

“Great, I’ve a nice bottle of wine open, Australian Porphry Pearl. I’ll join you, please take a seat, I’ll be back in a minute.”

Elizabeth was soon back with the glasses and I gratefully sipped while we talked a bit more about her experiences. I noted that she never mentioned any names and that pleased me, as my privacy was very important to me. Suddenly the glasses were empty and it was time.

“Ready Maria, ready for your first spanking?

I nodded, suddenly lost for words but determined to go through with it, I was as confident as I could be at that stage that Elizabeth was the person for the job at hand and I was ready.

“Take off your shoes Maria and stand up,” Elizabeth ordered.

I did as I was told and Elizabeth moved into the centre of the couch. “OK Maria, come and lay across my knees,” she instructed.

I lay across Elizabeth’s thighs and shivered as one of her hands pressed firmly into my back. The other hand gently stroked my bottom in a circular motion over my dress. Inwardly I screamed to Elizabeth, ‘Get on with it for fuck’s sake’ but I remained silent, waiting impatiently for my spanking to start.

The stroking finally ceased and Elizabeth’s hand moved down to the bottom of my loose skirt where it gathered the hem and ever so slowly raised the skirt upwards, leaving my sheer silk petticoat behind.

As Elizabeth placed the skirt over my back, above my waist she exclaimed, “Beautiful, a silk petticoat, I don’t see many of these, they are so sexy and lovely to touch.” Again the firm hand moved down my legs and raised the petticoat up, baring my bottom to her gaze. I felt the coolness of the room on my cheeks, while unknown to Elizabeth my face blushed bright red.

“A g-string, I’m glad you wore it Maria, they are the best thing to wear for spankings, are you ready to start now? Last chance to pull out!”

“Please just get on with it!” I pleaded.

Elizabeth’s hand roamed in circles over my bare bum “Patience brings it’s own rewards, Maria, and a little wait never hurt anyone.”

The rubbing hand withdrew, the atmosphere was electric as I bursa vip escort tensed my buttocks and waited for the first hit.

The first ‘smack’ was very gentle and did not sting at all. Elizabeth spanked me softly all over both cheeks, making sure that she covered all of my bare skin, “Just a light warm up,” she explained, “I find that first timers like to be warmed up gradually.”

A slight pause then ‘wack’ her hand landed with a bit more force. I felt a bit of a sting each time Elizabeth’s practised hand came down on my skin, but it wasn’t painful – yet.

The pressure of each spank gradually increased, now I was feeling them and I realised with pleasure I was enjoying it – my first spanking was all I hoped it would be.

“Your bottom has turned a lovely shade of pink Maria, are you going OK?” Elizabeth asked. I nodded my reply and she continued, “It’s going to get harder now so if it gets too much you know the code word.”

Again I nodded and as I did ‘whack’ Elizabeth’s hand came down with quite a bit of force.

“Ow.” I cried, “That stings!”

“And there’s a lot more where that one came from,” laughed Elizabeth as she continued to spank me.

All the blows were really stinging now and I was wriggling around on Elizabeth’s thighs.

“Ouch, ooooh, aaahhh, Oh God,” I exclaimed, “Oh Elizabeth this is really good, please keep going.” Was this me speaking? My fantasies of many years were now a reality and I thought privately why had I waited so long?

‘Whack, smack, whap’ the spanking continued and I suddenly realised that I was getting very wet between my legs.

“Your arse is bright red now Maria, it looks really great, I wish I could take a photo it looks so good,” Elizabeth said.

Every smack was really stinging and causing me quite a bit of discomfort. Tears were forming in my eyes and I thought of using the code word after each blow, but as Elizabeth paused between each spank I knew that I wanted more!

Suddenly the spanking stopped and Elizabeth said, “Stand up Maria!”

Not wanting it to finish just yet I replied, “Please keep going Elizabeth, I want some more!”

“Stand up Maria and do as you’re told,” Elizabeth’s voice was suddenly very stern.

I struggled to my feet and stood in front of Elizabeth looking at her through my tears.

“Maria take off your skirt,” Elizabeth ordered in a quiet but firm voice that wasn’t to be argued with. I realised in that split second that I didn’t want to disobey and did as I was told.

“Now your petticoat, Maria.”

Again I obeyed thinking that this would be as far as she wanted me to go, Elizabeth was showing that she was in charge here and that she would brook no nonsense. I slipped my petticoat down over my legs and stood there, now almost naked from the waist down.

“Now Maria, take off your blouse and your bra!”

I froze, stripping off hadn’t come into my mind and I felt a wave of panic come over me.

Elizabeth’s next words were suddenly reassuring, “Maria, you remember I said I want you to be proud of your spanking needs?” I nodded and she continued, “Well I want you to be proud of your body as well as your needs, I want you to be completely unashamed while you are with me, you’re a beautiful lady and I want to spank you completely undressed, do you understand?”

Again I nodded and felt safe once again. I unbuttoned my blouse and dropped it on the floor with my skirt and petticoat. Without a pause I reached back and unclipped my bra, my breasts fell free, I looked down and saw how hard my nipples were, all I had left on was my G-string.

“Beautiful, just beautiful Maria, put your hands on your head,” Elizabeth said as she rose and stood in front of me. “I’m getting too warm”. She explained as she unbuttoned and slipped out of her jacket. She was not wearing a bra under the sheer white blouse and I could see her large dark nipples through the material.

I complied with her instruction and stood with my hands on my head as Elizabeth took a nipple of each breast between a thumb and forefinger of each hand. Gently she squeezed and ordered, “Count slowly to twenty Maria.”

God I was so turned on and did as she ordered. “1, 2, 3, 4” as I counted Elizabeth squeezed my nipples tighter and tighter. By the time I got to fifteen tears were forming in my eyes again and by the time I sobbed “18, 19, 20” the tears were rolling down my cheeks. As soon as I said “20” Elizabeth released my nipples and her hands went to my G-string, she bent and lowered my panties to the floor.

“Very good Maria, are you ready to complete the spanking?” Elizabeth said as she once again sat on the couch with her eyes roaming my body.

I nodded at Elizabeth through the tears and resumed my position over her knees, I knew she could now see all my arse and pussy but I didn’t care, I was on fire inside and wanted my bottom to be on fire too.

There was to be no gentle resumption of the spanking bursa elit escort as the first smack landed with a stinging ‘whack’.

“Owwww,” I yelled as the hard smacks continued without let up. Once again I was wriggling around on Elizabeth’s lap.

“Ouch, ohhhh, oh God, stop, pleeeeease stop,” I cried, not meaning what I was saying and of course Elizabeth didn’t let up as I had not used the code word. The spanks were getting harder and Elizabeth paused more between each hit. My poor arse was now on fire as each time Elizabeth seemed to smack just that little bit harder. Oh how it was stinging and once again the tears were running down my cheeks. But still I wanted more, I was so excited now, the smell of a very turned on woman pervaded the room, after all these years I was in ecstasy from the agony!

The hard spanks continued “whack, whack, whack! Until finally the pain got too much and I sobbed out, “Mercy Elizabeth, mercy please!

Elizabeth stopped immediately as I knew she would, I collapsed across her knees feeling a great sense of release as an orgasm shuddered through my body. Very gently Elizabeth eased both her strong arms under my now limp body and turned me over, holding me in her arms as she would a child.

“It’s OK to cry Maria,” Elizabeth said kindly, “Just let go of all the stress and tension that you have been holding in for all these years, just let it out. Here baby, suck on these.”

I opened my eyes to see Elizabeth unbutton her blouse and release her large breasts. I automatically opened my mouth as Elizabeth guided my head to the left nipple. I closed my eyes and sucked hard, continuing to sob as Elizabeth used some tissues to wipe away the tears. Sucking her nipples seemed so natural and comforting to me as she whispered consoling words. She was holding me so my poor sore bum wasn’t touching anything. I was lying in her arms not feeling ashamed at all of my nudity or my tears. I actually felt proud that I had finally faced my fears and had the spanking that I had fantasised about for so long.

After the tears and the sobbing had subsided I looked Elizabeth in the eyes and smiled at her.

Elizabeth smiled back at me as she buttoned her blouse, “Your eyes are so clear Maria, I think the spanking has been very good for you. I have some other clients that get stress relief from spanking too. When you feel up to it you can stand, I have something I want to show you.”

A few minutes later I stood up; my hands went to my arse, which was still very warm. Elizabeth led me a corner of the room where a full-length mirror stood. Her strong hands directed me to stand with my back to the mirror. From a drawer she took a hand mirror, which she gave me, “Look at your bottom in the reflection Maria.”

I did as I was told and gazed in awe at my rosie red arse that was still stinging. “God it’s so red Elizabeth, is your hand sore?”

Elizabeth laughed, “There’s no need to me concerned for me Maria, if my hand gets too sore I have some implements that I can use, but I rarely use them in a first session, would you like to see them?”

I nodded and Elizabeth led me to the passage down the centre of the house, her hand patting my warm arse as we walked. “I have three other rooms that I can use for punishment and other services Maria, this one is the school room for naughty young ladies.”

Elizabeth opened the door and I gazed at the blackboard, the student’s desks and an assortment of rulers, straps and canes lying on top of the teacher’s desk. “Perhaps you would like to relive some of your chalk dust fantasies sometime in the future Maria?”

I was amazed at the detail of the room and before I could answer Elizabeth guided me down the passage to the next door which she opened for me to view.

“This is the dungeon Maria, this is the place for stronger punishment.” I didn’t know what to say as I looked at the cross with its straps against the wall, the rings hanging from chains attached to the ceiling, leg spreaders, a gynecologist’s examination chair with stirrups, a cage, many coils of rope hanging against the wall and a huge assortment of canes, whips, straps.

I was a bit dumbstruck and didn’t resist as Elizabeth led me across the room to the chair with the stirrups. She placed a soft cushion on the seat and then lifted me onto the cushion saying as she did, “Don’t worry Maria, no pain for you now, just pleasure, I think you need a bit more relief.”

Gently Elizabeth placed my legs in the stirrups and knelt down in front of my wide-open and very wet pussy, I was soooo turned on, the fire inside me matched the fire slowly fading on my arse. To my amazement I didn’t feel any embarrassment at all, all I knew was that I wanted Elizabeth’s tongue up my cunt. To my relief she didn’t keep me waiting, using fingers from both hands she spread my lips wide and licked around the outside of my labia. I was on fire as the tip of Elizabeth’s tongue tickled my clitoris and my back arched as the first orgasm flooded through my body.

“Fuck my cunt Elizabeth, make me come again!” I cried as I pushed Elizabeth’s head up against my groin. Elizabeth was unable to answer and kept licking and licking me, I was in heaven as her obviously well practiced tongue once again brought me over the top.

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After a year of working on a stressful and important new project, Saoirse and Neil’s company wanted to recognise the hard work of the staff and celebrate the success by throwing a party at a brand new hotel in the city centre. They organised a massive spread of food, a free bar and everyone was strongly encouraged to attend.

In their respective office groups, Saoirse and Neil agreed to go along. It started at 8pm but Saoirse didn’t like to be too early, she hated work functions and usually found an excuse not to attend them. She met her colleague and friend Evelyn in the city centre for a drink first and then they went to the function together. They walked into the ballroom and looked around. They were surprised to see so many people there. The room was lit by dimmed wall lights, candles on the tables, and decorated with arches of pearlescent balloons in soft metallic colours. A DJ in the top corner of the room played trendy house music and already quite a few people were on the dance floor in the middle of the room. Half a dozen large, half-moon shaped booths provided seating along the right-hand side looking onto the dance floor and the rest of the room was filled with large round tables and chairs. The bar dominated the top of the room, well lit with bevelled mirrors behind it and very stylized to match the modern glamour of the hotel. On the left-hand side of the room, the food was being set up at a long line of heated and chilled buffet servers stretching down the room.

Saoirse and Evelyn went straight to the bar and ordered a cocktail each, taking the opportunity to try something they’d never usually order. “Good evening, Evelyn. Good evening, Saoirse. How are you both?” Matt’s voice behind them rose above the music. They turned to see Neil’s boss smiling at them and greeted him. “We’ve managed to nab a booth over here,” he said, pointing towards the middle of the right-hand wall. They followed him to the booth where their colleagues from Neil and Saoirse’s offices were sitting chatting, laughing and drinking. “I found these two loitering at the bar and asked them to join us!” Matt said to the group. All 8 of them looked towards them, clapped and cheered. Evelyn and Saoirse laughed, embarrassed, and tried to discourage them.

Matt ushered them to sit down amid calls of “Finally!” and “What time do you call this?!” from their colleagues. Matt stood back to let Evelyn sit down on the left hand side of the booth as the others moved along the seat to make room and then he sat beside her. Neil was sitting on the right hand side edge, he put his left arm round Saoirse’s hips, stood up, kissed her quickly and let her sit down to his right, opposite Evelyn, then slid back down onto the seat beside her without speaking. Saoirse and Evelyn greeted all their colleagues as they settled into their places. The group clinked their glasses and toasted themselves, chatted, laughed and joked with each other as they relaxed into the evening.

Saoirse felt slightly apprehensive being at a work function with Neil for the first time since their relationship had become public knowledge when Neil collapsed at work 6 weeks earlier. She was the more outgoing of the two of them but she could feel the awkwardness like static around them as they sat beside each other, uncomfortably stiff in posture, not speaking to one another. Some of their group moved out of the booth to mingle at other tables, dance or go to the bar and everyone shuffled along the seats, seemingly oblivious to the atmosphere between Saoirse and Neil.

Saoirse turned to Neil who was looking across the room, holding his drink in his right hand. “Are you nervous? I feel really…” she started quietly, trying to be subtle.

Neil couldn’t hear her over the music. “Hmmmm?” he hummed. He looked at her and tipped his head as he swallowed a gulp of his pint. “What did you say?” he asked loudly, interrupting her. Saoirse bowed her head and took a deep breath. Neil leaned his head down towards her and Saoirse lifted her head to speak closer to his ear.

“I said are you nervous?” she asked again, louder and slightly irritated. “We’re sitting here like strangers!” she said with an awkward laugh. Neil swallowed another gulp of his pint and tilted his head to look in her eyes as he licked his top lip to brush the Guinness from it. He lifted his head to look straight ahead but didn’t answer her.

Her face flushed. “It’s just…” she took a breath. “I feel really self-conscious or something.” she said sheepishly to him then looked down, wringing her hands on her lap under the table. Her mind raced with thoughts and worries and she was stricken with self-doubt about coming to the function.

Neil set his glass on the table, rubbed his palms discretely on his smart dark denim jeans then squeezed her hands in his right hand to stop her fidgeting. She looked up at him cautiously, her eyes shifting frantically to read his face. He nodded softly, exhaled slowly and smiled a small, closed-lip twitch of his mouth then put his right arm around her waist. He turned his body towards hers and hugged her into his embrace. “Don’t worry, bursa eskort bayan we’ve got this!” he said in her ear, looking down at her and squeezing her right hip reassuringly. He held out his left fist to her under the table and she reciprocated, bumping it with her right fist. She smiled shyly, took a deep breath to try and ease her anxiety and looked him in the eyes. “You look stunning.” he said in his soothing voice, leaning in to her, and a slow, charming smile spread across his lips. “I was nearly all Roger Rabbit eyes when you came over.” he said in his low tone. They both giggled quietly.

She looked down at her green satin cami top, black leather-look skinny trousers and green suede stilettos. “Thank you, Evelyn helped me pick it.” Saoirse smiled shyly and gazed at him.

“Good call, Evelyn!” Neil said softly, smirking and raising his eyebrows.

“You look dapper. As usual.” she said, licking her lips as she looked down at his pale coral-coloured linen shirt, smart dark denim jeans and boots. “I like your shirt, fit’s perfect. And the colour really suits you!” she smiled, stroking her hand down his chest over his shirt. “What is that – boyfriend material?” she asked with a cheeky grin.

“Oh…really?!” Neil groaned at her joke then laughed his cheeky, giddy chuckle. “There she is, that’s more like Saoirse!” he said, smoothing his shirt with his left hand. “Isn’t that nice, Matt?” he asked Matt loudly across the table. Matt looked over and raised his eyebrows. “Saoirse’s just admiring my shirt.” Neil said with a defiant nod.

Matt shook his head and chuckled. “I don’t know if it’s more pink or orange, mate. Either way it matches your skin or your hair!” Matt jested. “I can’t believe you let him out like that, Saoirse!” he teased, holding his hand out towards Neil and looking at her. “It’s the same colour as your drink!” Matt pointed to Saoirse’s cocktail. They all laughed as she held her drink up to Neil’s shirt to compare it.

“It’s called style, Matt. Google it!” Neil joked, puffing out his chest. “Or maybe it would be easier for you to look it up in the dictionary, old man? You’ll find a picture of me in this shirt!” Neil goaded.

“Fuck sake, Neil. I thought that was a picture of Ed Sheeran!” Matt replied with a laugh.

Neil took a breath, shook his head and pursed his lips. “Nah….nah… only if Ed Sheeran was over 6ft and built like a tank!” he laughed, flexing his arms. Saoirse laughed, looking between them as they spoke. “He thinks I look like Ed Sheeran.” Neil said to Saoirse. Saoirse frowned and looked at Matt.

“No?” Matt asked Saoirse.

“Just because he’s ginger?” She frowned and shook her head. “…well…I don’t fancy Ed Sheeran so…!” she smiled coyly.

“Oooohhhhhh!” Matt and Neil cooed in unison as Neil squeezed her against him and she laughed.

Soon the company’s management team made speeches recognising the work of all the teams on each floor of their building then the food was served, they all ate, drank, danced and sang the night away.

Saoirse decided to make an effort to make the most of the evening, she went round the other tables talking to colleagues, she danced with her colleagues and with Evelyn. She knew Matt and his wife enjoyed ballroom dancing so she asked Matt if he would show her some basic dance steps. Matt agreed after asking permission from Neil, something Saoirse balked at, but Matt was a perfect gentleman and she respected that. Matt taught her some steps and they danced together to a number of songs during the evening.

Neil surveyed the room for a while before getting up from his seat to move around the room chatting to people at other tables, get second helpings of food, chat to anyone who approached him and dance with colleagues on the dance floor.

Finally, close to midnight, Neil came across to Saoirse and Matt on the dance floor and asked to dance with her. Matt excused himself and Neil took his place. “Alright gorgeous. I hope you put in a good word for me while you were flirting…I mean dancing with the boss man in those heels!” he commented, sliding his arms round her waist and hugging her to him.

Saoirse frowned, shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Jealous?” she asked. Neil frowned. “Why say that then?” she asked, indicating she didn’t understand him before wrapping her arms round his neck as they danced. Neil nodded apologetically and mouthed the word ‘sorry’ as he hugged her tighter against him.

A photographer making his way through the crowd on the dance floor stopped with them and took their photograph. They posed for the third and fourth clicks of the camera before the photographer moved on. “Fancy a drink?” Neil asked Saoirse, gesturing a drinking motion. She agreed and he reached for her hand, holding it as he led her through the crowd over to the bar. “Do you want another cocktail?” he asked. She made a face, thinking for a moment then shook her head. “The usual then?” he asked. She hummed in agreement, smiled and nodded. “Pint of Guinness and a double Jack and Coke, please mate.” Neil asked the barman. They got their drinks and bursa merkez escort stood at the bar for a while.

“Are you having a good night?” Saoirse asked. Neil nodded, waiting for his pint to settle. “Shall we go outside for a bit?” she asked, gesturing to the noise in the room. Neil agreed, they walked out of the ballroom and found a small seating area on the mezzanine by the window overlooking the city. Neil sat down in the armchair opposite Saoirse and began rolling up his shirt sleeves. “It’s much quieter out here.” Saoirse sighed. “And cooler, thank God. I was melting on the dance floor.” she said. Neil nodded. “Cheers to our first work function together, unscathed.” she said, holding up her glass to clink his.

“Dave from Accounts asked me if we had split up, if that’s why you’re looking so knockout tonight and if I was gutted.” he said in a hushed voice, leaning over the table as he spoke and smirking at her.

Saoirse stopped, her eyes widened and she put her glass down on the table. “Do you want some ice for that burn, Neil?” she asked with mock concern. Neil smiled and shook his head. “As if this is a revenge outfit!” she said, leaning back in her chair and holding her arm out to display herself. Neil shook the collar of his shirt as if he was too hot as he looked at her and Saoirse laughed.

“When I told him we hadn’t, he said I was punching anyway,” he nodded, raising his eyebrows and gesturing towards her.

Saoirse smiled wickedly, turning round in her chair and throwing her legs up over the arm of the chair while playfully running her hand up her leg to her hip to pose for him. “You definitely are!” she teased.

Neil shifted in his seat and took out his phone. “Yeah, baby. Just like that!” he mocked in a low tone, giggling as he pretended to take pictures of her posing. She laughed, turned back round in her chair and sat forward, sipping her drink as Neil put his phone back in his pocket.

“How do you feel about that?” Saoirse asked, trying to be playful, as Neil finally took the first sip of his pint.

“I mean, yeah I’m punching…” he said taking another gulp of his pint. Saoirse pursed her lips and rolled her eyes. Neil shook his head and swallowed his drink. “But nah, I raised my glass, said ‘Cheers’ and told him he was a wanker.” Neil sniggered.

Saoirse winced and shook her head quickly. “Of course you did.” she said dryly. “You’re just gutted ‘cos that’s your bromance over now!” she teased. “No more creaming your pants cos he wants to go mountain biking with you at weekends.” she giggled.

Neil looked at her with a straight face. “Yeah alright fuck off, Saoirse!” he said, sourly.

“No need to be embarrassed now Neil.” she mocked. “I’m not jealous.” She held her hands up and tried to disguise a smile. He clenched his jaw and glared at her. “Fucking hell. Chill out, would you! I’m taking the piss!” she hissed, lifting her drink and sitting back in her chair. They sipped their drinks while Neil’s ego recovered. She stretched her leg under the table to nudge his foot with hers. “Psssst!” she hissed. Neil looked at her and she blew him a kiss but he said nothing for a few moments. She could see his mind working but even after almost a year together she didn’t know what he was thinking.

“C’mere,” Neil said, tipping his head and sitting back in his chair. Saoirse looked round to make sure they weren’t partaking in a PDA in front of their colleagues, stood up and walked round the table to sit on Neil’s lap. He groaned a sigh and she felt his cock stir against her thigh as she settled across his lap and crossed her legs. He rested his left hand over her thighs and his right arm snaked round her hips. “Seriously, you look smoking!” he said in her ear in his low voice, becoming entoxicated by the smell of her perfume on her neck. She glanced at him and gave him a coy smile. “So I’d fucking hate to see ‘Saoirse’s fucking revenge outfit’!” he laughed his giddy giggle. She put her left arm round his neck, stroking the back of his neck and tracing soft circles up into his hairline with her nails. He leaned his head back against the chair and looked at her. They gazed at each other intensely, smiles teasing the edges of their mouths. “Can’t wait to get you home,” Neil drawled as his right hand stroked up her lower back.

Saoirse smirked and leaned in to kiss him softly. “Fancy getting your dick wet tonight?” she whispered as they maintained their gaze, their faces barely inches apart.

Neil’s forehead creased, his mouth pouted and he shifted in his seat. “Ooffft! That’s some mouth you’ve got on you, Evans!” he said in a low groan. Saoirse smirked then stuck her tongue out playfully.

“What clothes have I left at your place?” she asked, sitting back and trying to calm the situation. Neil frowned and shrugged, shaking his head as if it was an odd question. “Well, I didn’t bring anything else with me tonight apart from this,” she gestured to her outfit. “I assume we’re going to yours cos it’s closer than mine and we usually go there?” she asked, raising her eyebrows. Neil half shrugged, bursa sınırsız escort bayan half nodded. “What am I gonna wear?” she asked.

Neil’s forehead relaxed as he smiled. “Wear?! Nothing apart from those heels, I hope!” he teased. Saoirse pursed her lips at him, failing to hide a smile. “What?” he asked as he laughed.

“Tomorrow? I can’t go home in this, like I’m walk-of-shaming it!” she hissed.

“Tomorrow?! Saoirse, I’m not even thinking past tonight and if we can get away with leaving here really fucking soon!” he sniggered, looking around quickly before stroking his hand over her ass. “I dunno, there’s probably quite a lot since you’re there so often. Anything of yours I find, I just throw it all in the drawer you leave stuff in anyway.” he said. “But I was kinda hoping to have you all weekend…” he raised his eyebrows, looking at her.

“Oh yeah?” Saoirse asked. “Is that to make up for the fact that you’ve hardly been near me all night?” she teased, stroking his beard. “Or just cos you’re at a loose end after Dave…?” she teased. The warmth of his hands on her thighs and back and the tease of his cock and his thighs under her made her feel weak and lustful and she just wanted to collapse round his body.

“Excuse me!” Neil tried to hide a smirk. “I’ve been playing hard to get.” he said quietly. “Looks like it’s working!” he laughed. Saoirse looked at him. “Anyway, it’s not like you’ve been near me either!” he teased, tickling her.

“Stop it!” Saoirse squirmed and squeaked. “Yeah, OK.” she said apologetically. “But I’ve been team building… isn’t that the point of this sort of shit?!” she joked, gesturing with her thumb towards the ballroom.

Neil tipped his head and squeezed her ass. “Yeah, ignore your boyfriend to further your career!” he joked.

“Oh maybe that’s why Dave thought we’d split up.” she gasped.

“Nah, he was just looking for an opportunity to get into you.” Neil said. “That makes two of us!” he teased and stuck his tongue out playfully at her.

“You AND Dave… interesting!” Saoirse said, thoughtfully, looking at him as she raised her eyebrows.

Neil shook his head. “Nah, nah, nah! I don’t want a threesome THAT much!” Neil said quickly.

“I definitely wasn’t serious there, by the way. I don’t think of Dave like that just in case you’re wondering” Saoirse said, panicking her joke had been misunderstood.

“You’d better not, for fuck sake!” Neil laughed.

Saoirse laughed. “So Dave thinks you’re punching then?” she teased. Neil nodded and smirked. “You look good, Neil. You are always dapper.” Saoirse said softly, hugging him round the neck with her left arm. He looked up at her. “If anything, I’m trying to keep up with you.” she shrugged with one shoulder.

“We’re just one hot couple, aren’t we?” Neil teased. He smiled and gazed at her as he leaned up to kiss her.

“Obviously!” Saoirse laughed. “Yeah, OK, you can HAVE me all weekend.” she teased, stroking his beard. “Right, come on. We’d better go back in here and carry on ‘team building’ before someone comes looking for us!” she said, pushing up off his knee to stand up. They lifted their drinks and walked back into the ballroom. The music was still loud. Neil stopped to talk to a group of male colleagues. Saoirse greeted them, walked on past then stepped back and leaned up to Neil’s ear. He leaned down closer to her. “When we get home?” she asked. He nodded. “Will you fuck me from behind?” she asked. Neil stood up straight, rubbed his beard as he smirked then glanced at her coyly and nodded. She smiled widely and went to sit with Evelyn, feeling giddy at their rekindled playful flirting.

****Two hours later****

“I’m going to wet myself!” Saoirse wailed comically as she hurried awkwardly up the stairs into Neil’s apartment in her stilettos. She discarded Neil’s jacket and her clutch purse on the carpet in the hall and clip-clopped into the bathroom, flinging the door behind her. “Wooohooo thank God, I made it!” she sighed as she peed.

Neil stood out in the hall chuckling to himself as he took off his boots, hung up his jacket and lifted Saoirse’s purse onto the console table. He heard the toilet flush and Saoirse’s heels on the tiles as she fixed her clothes, and her jewellery jangled as she washed her hands. “Hurry up!” he said in a sing-song. “Saoirseeee!” he groaned, poking his head round the bathroom door.

“Saoirseeee!” she mocked him as she looked at him, puzzled. “Erm…there’s another bathroom if you need to go that badly!” she said, nodding towards Neil’s bedroom as she dried her hands.

He pushed the door open and stepped purposefully towards her, his eyes fixed on hers. Saoirse stepped back, slightly alarmed until he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her back against his chest and kissed along her left shoulder up to her neck before looking at her in the mirror as they stood in front of the sink. Saoirse sighed a giggle. “Finally got you all to myself, gorgeous!” Neil said, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling his jeans and pants down to his thighs. He exhaled loudly while he stroked his cock slowly with his right hand, looking at her in the mirror and grabbing her ass with his left hand. “I’ve been waiting all night…” he said in his low voice as she watched him in the mirror. She undid her trousers and moved to step out of her stilettos. “I meant what I said earlier. Leave your heels on.” Neil demanded.

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Sarah’s First Shoot

A part of the Photographer’s Exotic Life series

Disclaimers:

• This material is of an explicit, adult nature and not suitable for minors. Anyone under the age of consent is warned not to read further.

• All characters are of legal age to participate in consensual sex in the jurisdiction in which this material is being consumed.

• All characters are fictional and any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental.

Introduction: Sarah is a sexually repressed young woman with aspirations of becoming a model. Seeing an advertisement by chance changes her life in many exciting and fulfilling ways.

Sarah had always dreamt of modeling. Ever since she was a little girl she’d imagined herself strutting down the runway at fashion week, tall, lithe and beautiful; all eyes on her as she captivated the crowd with her stunning elegance and grace.

Life was cruel, though. Sarah was not tall and stick-thin. She did not have the grace of a supermodel. She was pretty, had a good complexion, sparkling eyes, and nice, firm natural breasts that were much bigger than any runway model. The boys fancied her, and she was learning to be content with that, even if it wasn’t what she longer for.

One day, while idly surfing the net, Sarah stumbled across an ad from a photo studio that was looking for new models, all body shapes and sizes welcome. Impulsively, Sarah saved the ad, and then carried on with her scrolling.

As the days passed, Sarah kept coming back to the ad she had saved on her phone. She had nearly convinced herself, on more than one occasion, to just delete the darned thing and forget about the idea of being a model. She had learned to think that modeling was just never going to work out. Something in the back of her mind always stopped her from deleting the message though. She couldn’t bring herself to get rid of it.

About a week after she saved the ad, Sarah screwed up her courage and emailed the photo studio to see what they were all about. She got an answer back the next day, saying that they were a studio that had been in business for nearly twenty years, that they were looking for new talent, and that they would be happy to further discuss things if Sarah was interested. Best of all, Sarah realized that the studio was only a short distance from where she lived. OMG, she thought, this might actually be real! Sarah sent back a reply, saying that she was quite willing to talk to them about how it would all work. She soon had an answer; an invitation to a video call to have a chat about the process.

Jacques was the name of the photographer. He looked nice on the video call, a bit older but had a certain sexiness to him. He was also quite pleasant and friendly. Sarah could see that he was in an office with photography equipment and he even volunteered to walk the laptop out into the rest of the studio, if seeing the location of the proposed shoot would make her feel more at ease. She said that would not be necessary, and they continued talking for a few minutes. Jacques asked her a number of questions about her measurements, her style, what she liked and didn’t like in photos she had previously seen. Then he surprised her by asking how far she wanted to go.

“What do you mean by ‘go’, Jacques?”

“Well, Sarah, at this studio, we shoot everything from family portraits through fitness, boudoir, and more exotic pictures. How far are you comfortable going?”

“Oh my. Maybe this is a mistake,” blurted Sarah.

“Sarah,” said Jacques. “I ask because I don’t want to push you any further than you are willing to go. I want you to be comfortable and enjoy your shoot, without pushing any boundaries. I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything you don’t want to do.”

Sarah sighed with relief and thanked Jacques for reassuring her. “I think I’d like to start with just some portrait shots and maybe a bit of lingerie, but nothing too, um, dirty. Would that be okay?”

Her mind reeled when Jacques said it was more than okay. They set up a time for the shoot and Jacques told her to wear a pretty dress, stockings, heels, and her prettiest underwear. With that, he thanked her for speaking to him and ended the call.

“Wow.” thought Sarah, “did I really commit to posing in my knickers in front of a total stranger?”

Over the next few days, she could think of nothing else as she planned what she would wear. Nothing in her wardrobe seemed sexy enough. She almost called the whole thing off more than once. Then she remembered that she and her best friend, Eva, had been shopping a while ago, and on a dare had each bought the sexiest, skimpiest bra and panty sets they could find. Sarah had never worked up the nerve to wear the sexy lingerie and it had sat in a bag in the back of her closet. She retrieved it now and had a look. The bra was black, very lacy, with some ribbons and was far more see-through than she remembered. The matching black panties were more of a thong, really: very lacy, skimpy, and see-through as well. She discovered that the set also included a beautiful escort bursa black garter belt of the same lacy material. Now all she had to do was to find a set of black stockings and, more importantly, find the courage to wear this stuff. It was so sexy, she was embarrassed to even think of having it on under her clothes, let alone stand in front of strangers while wearing nothing else.

At the same time, Sarah was very turned on by the idea. She was so turned on, she could feel her loins heating up and her nipples were getting very hard. She was glad she was home alone because as her arousal increased, she knew there was only one way to resolve it. She placed the lingerie back into the bag, lay back on her bed, and reached into her nightstand for BOB. BOB was her nickname for her vibrator, her Battery-Operated Boyfriend. She needed an orgasm, and she needed it now. BOB, as usual, did not disappoint, and within minutes she was in the throes of ecstasy as her vibrator shook her pussy into a state of bliss. Sarah came hard and felt completely drained afterward. If this is how aroused she got just from thinking about the photo shoot, she couldn’t even imagine how good participating in it would make her feel.

The day of the shoot arrived, and Sarah spent an extraordinary amount of time primping and preparing herself. She did her hair and makeup, put on the ultra-sexy lingerie that had never before been worn, and she put on her favourite dress. It was black, with large white flower prints on it. The dress had a flattering waistline; it came to just below her knees, was sleeveless and had a nice, deep neckline that showed off her ample bosom. She liked the way the dress accentuated her natural 34C breasts without being over-the-top or slutty. Sarah hoped that Jacques would like it as well. The last thing she did was email Jacques a playlist of her favourite music, just as he had instructed her to do.

Her head was swimming as she left her flat and before she knew it, she was at the studio. Jacques greeted her and was very kind and flattering. Sarah was so very nervous as she entered the studio. All the lights and equipment looked so intimidating. Sarah again wondered if this was all a big mistake when Jacques asked her if she heard anything. She listened and said that she heard a song she liked. Jacques explained that it was her playlist and that he had put it on to put her at ease. That was a nice touch, and she appreciated it.

After going over some paperwork and just making small talk, Jacques led Sarah to a stool in front of a backdrop and said it was time to start shooting. At first, Sarah found it hard to follow his directions and she couldn’t loosen up. Jacques was patient and kind, though, and he showed her how he wanted her to pose. He also joked with her, getting her to smile.

“That smile!” Jacques exclaimed. “Mon deux, it is so beautiful!”

Sarah blushed a bit at this flattery. She had been told many times that she had a nice, natural smile, but she had never really believed it. Jacques had snapped a few photos while she had been smiling and he demanded that she come see them on his fancy camera. As he showed her each picture of her smile and explained what was beautiful about it, Sarah began to see and believe what he was telling her. She felt more beautiful that she had in her entire life.

Just then, Jacques’ phone began ringing and his door buzzer went off. Both kept going, so Jacques answered his phone while angrily walking to the door. It turns out that the phone and the person at the door were the same person, a male model who was early for his shoot. He was tall and sexy with chiseled features, broad shoulders, and long legs in skinny jeans. Just as Jacques was telling him to come back later, Sarah blurted out that she didn’t mind if he stayed to watch. Had she really just said that she thought to herself in a panic? Meanwhile, Jacques ushered the handsome stranger into the studio. She began to feel a familiar tingling and couldn’t believe she was getting turned on.

Jacques returned to his camera and began giving Sarah more instructions and snapping more photos. Her nervousness returned as Jacques instructed her to slip one of the straps of her dress off her shoulder, exposing her bra. This was so wrong. This was so hot. Sarah was really starting to get worked up sexually. “Good,” said Jacques, “Excellent,” as she turned and twisted into different poses for him, and he snapped more shots.

“Now, let’s have you slide the top of the dress down to your waist, darling,” Jacques instructed her.

“Um…it zips in the back, and it’s really hard for me to reach on my own, so maybe another time,” said Sarah.

Jacques asked her if this was really as far as she was comfortable going in the shoot.

“No, I’m okay, it’s just that I can’t reach the zipper.”

“Well, my dear, we can easily solve that, if you want to proceed with the shoot.” As Sarah nodded her consent, Jacques instructed the other model, Tad to come forward. Jacques said something to Tad that Sarah couldn’t quite make out. bursa merkez eskort The next thing she knew, Tad had moved in behind her, and as the camera snapped away, he began to unzip her dress and slowly slip it down her body. Tad gently pulled the dress all the way down, his strong hands stroking along her sides and against her thighs as the dress dropped to the floor. Sarah kicked the dress to the side, at Jacques’ instruction and as Tad stood still, she felt herself begin to lean into him. The two began to pose together. First the poses were fairly innocent, but they quickly became more intimate as Sarah’s lust built. She was oblivious to the flashes of lights and the click of the shutter as she took Tad’s hand and held it to her voluptuous breast. She reached up and kissed him as she began to undo the buttons of his shirt. She encouraged him to fondle her as she stripped and fondled him, all the while their tongues danced. The camera captured it all.

As Sarah reached down and began to undo Tad’s trousers, he reached around and unclasped her bra. Her magnificent tits now swung free as she saw the size of the bulge in Tad’s underwear. My God, he must be huge, she thought. She reached down and found out quickly that he was, indeed, well endowed. Just then, he had reached down and stroked her pussy through her lacy thong. It was as if she had been hit by a bolt of lightning, it was so electrifying. Sarah had never done anything like this before; she had never been so turned on in her life.

As she looked over, Sarah saw that Jacques was still taking pictures, but it was now a struggle. Jacques was also quite obviously aroused, as evidenced by the bulge in his pants. She smiled to herself thinking that this could get to be a really wild adventure. She went to her knees and got very close to Tad’s very rigid penis. She began to stroke it as pre-cum began to ooze from the tip. In the most wanton act she could think of, she extended her tongue and winked at the camera as she licked the tip of Tad’s prick. She began to lick and suck his shaft. She was tentative at first, but she really liked it and was soon blowing Tad in earnest. Sarah kept glancing at poor, obviously horny Jacques while going down on the massive cock in front of her.

Tad began to moan as her oral skills brought him closer and closer to his release. Suddenly, he thrust forward, and blasted his seed into the back of her throat. She was taken by surprise at the force of his explosion but reveled in the taste of his spunk in her mouth. As his cock slowly withdrew from her mouth, she looked over at Jacques, winked at him, and crooked a finger, signaling for him to come over. It was his turn for some relief and Sarah was the one to give it to him.

Jacques quickly made a couple of adjustments to his camera, and started walking over to the couple, shedding his clothes as he went. Tad had started to lie down with his face between Sarah’s legs and she stayed in a crouching position, reaching for Jacques’ rigid member. Jacques was not nearly as big as Tad, but his cock was thick and sturdy. It looked like it could really pleasure a woman, if used correctly. Jacques was old enough that Sarah was sure he knew what to do.

As Sarah reached out for this sturdy new cock, she felt her panties being pulled to the side. Tad’s face was right below where she was squatting, and he was inches from her now exposed pussy. Her lips were already beginning to part and her moisture was flowing as he reached up with a finger and gently stroked the outer lips. A shiver ran up her spine and she jumped back slightly, inadvertently jerking on Jacques’ cock. He moaned, and so Sarah began to jerk his dick with purpose as Tad explored her nether regions with his finger.

God, it felt so good to have two naked men exploring pleasures of the flesh with her. This was so unlike her, so unlike anything she had ever dreamt of. Somehow, thought Sarah, this was the right thing to be doing. This was what she wanted, what she needed. If she was honest with herself, her deepest fantasies were like this. Two or more men driven to please her, to answer her every sexual desire; that was what she craved of these men. She used to think fantasies like this were depraved but she now realized that those fantasies were who she really was and what she really needed.

Tad had replaced his finger with his tongue. He slowly started to lick the outer edges of her pussy, caressing her soft, puffy lips with his wide, strong tongue. Sarah enjoyed every second of his ministrations as he lapped his way closer and closer to her molten hot centre. He caressed her thighs and her butt cheeks with his hands as he kissed and licked her cunt. Sarah, in turn, stroked Jacques’ prick until his pre-cum started to leak out. She loved how cum tasted, so she snaked out her tongue and licked every dribble from his tip. Her pussy was absolutely wet with desire as Tad eased a finger into her hole while he began to suck on her clit. She moved her head forward and engulfed Jacques’ cock with her mouth as bursa sınırsız escort Tad brought her to her first orgasm. He knew she had cum because of how she twitched and released her juices. Tad did not let up, though. He kept licking and sucking and fingering her, right into a second orgasm while she slowly and pleasurably sucked on the fat cock in her mouth. Sarah did not want Jacques to cum just yet though. She had ideas for more fun, and she was pretty sure the two men would both cooperate, if they were able.

Tad was still eating her out, he was like a passionate, pussy-eating machine. He kept massaging her ass cheeks, kneading them and squeezing them and pulling them apart while he relentlessly sucked her clit. He could feel her building to her third climax when he used a finger to start probing her anus. She had never felt anything like it as he stuck the finger in and shoved his thumb into her gaping pussy, causing her to have her wildest orgasm yet. She screamed and shook, and her vision went blurry for a moment as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Every nerve in her body was feeling the pleasure ripping through her. She sucked Jacques’ cock as deeply into her throat as possible as she focused on the intense feelings of having both her cunt and her asshole penetrated by a finger at the same time.

Sarah had never had anal sex before; she had never even let a lover touch or lick her there before. She had thought it was dirty and wrong. It felt so good, now that Tad had begun to violate her virgin butt, how could it possibly be wrong?

It was time for more pleasure and more exploration. Today was a day of firsts for Sarah and she intended to enjoy many of them. Sarah slowly stood up on slightly wobbly feet and stripped off her panties. They were wet and crumpled and just in the way at this point. Scanning the studio, she spied what she needed.

“Gentlemen, drag that couch over here, if you would. It’s time to get more comfortable.”

The men did her bidding and soon the couch was right where she wanted it. She told Tad to lay back on it. Once he was in place, she told Jacques to sit up on the backrest of the couch by Tad’s shoulder. He looked at her, confusion in his eyes but she simply told him to do it now.

Once both men were in position, Sarah moved toward them, as if this were a common scene for her, and not the most exotic adventure she could possibly imagine. She straddled Tad’s legs while facing him, and slowly lowered her dripping twat toward his tool. Reaching behind her, she grabbed hold of his manhood and guided it into her tunnel of love. It felt so good as it slowly slipped between her lips and into her most intimate region. He went deep. He was deeper than she was used to, so she had to take him slowly. As her pussy adjusted to his cock, she commanded him to begin to slowly thrust in and out. As Tad’s cock began to pump, she leaned forward and to the side, once again taking Jacques into her mouth. Her full moist lips wrapped around his cock, and she sucked. She wanted him as hard as possible for the next act, which she yearned for, but which also terrified her.

Tad was pumping a bit harder and faster. He had begun caressing her big tits and her sensitive nipples. Her tits were on fire from his attention. As soon as he sucked a nipple into his mouth, she knew she was going to come again, very soon and very hard! And then it arrived, rocking her world!

After the earthquake that was her latest orgasm began to subside, she looked up at Jacques, took his cock from her mouth and said, “I need you to do something special for me, baby.”

Jacques’ cock leapt in her hand at her words. “What, Darling Sarah? What would you have me do?”

“Jacques, my sexy boy, I need you to make my fantasy come true. I need you to take this big cock of yours and put it in my ass while Tad keeps pumping my pussy. I need you two to DP me right now!”

Jacques grinned and told her that her wish was his command. He got down off the back of the couch and went over to a drawer, where he started rummaging around for something. Tad started to pump harder than ever as he heard these words. This woman was wild, and he was going to enjoy every minute of this adventure with her. Sarah was so excited by the combination of what she had just asked for and the pounding that her pussy was taking, that she came yet again.

Jacques had returned as she came back to earth. In his hand was a small bottle. He flipped open the top and began to drizzle something onto his fat cock. Instantly, Sarah realized it was lube. She watched over her shoulder as he began to smooth it over has his member. Then he took a dollop on his fingertip and moved his hand toward her butt. As Tad slowed his pace, Jacques used one hand to part her cheeks and with his other hand he placed the lubed finger at the entry to her anus, a place where up until a few moments ago, nothing had ever penetrated. Penetrate, however, is exactly what Jacques’ finger did, though. He went slowly and he was careful to ensure the lube was applied everywhere in and around her sphincter. Sarah felt so full with his finger wiggling in her butt and Tad sliding right up to the entry to her womb. She knew that this was nothing compared to about what was about to happen, though. This was going to be like nothing she could imagine, and she wanted it so desperately.

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I pulled into my parking space, shut the car off, and let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

It had been almost a month since he’d attacked me, and I was on bursa eskort edge.

Purse and keys clutched to my chest, I made a dash to the door, key in, door unlocked, me inside, then leaning back against the door with a sigh as I relocked the door.

Stopping to listen, but nothing out of the ordinary.

I set my purse and keys on the table by the closet, kicked my shoes off, and slowly walked to the kitchen.

There was just the barest of sounds, I think. Then I felt a hand on my wrist as my arm was pulled up behind me while another arm wrapped around my neck.

I was propelled the last two steps to the table and bent over the side.

I tried to flail and reach for my attacker, but he merely grabbed my other wrist and brought it up to the first, pinning me bent over the table.

He got both wrists in one hand, and a moment later I realized why.

The back of my dress came up, my thong was ripped aside, and then my head came up as I was screaming my lungs out.

THERE WAS A HUGE FUCKING COCK BEING SHOVED IN MY ASS !!!

I did my best to kick, but he was right behind me and his legs were between mine.

He just hammered away at my ass as I tried to fight him off.

OH FUCK!

I felt that sensation that no woman will ever forget. Cum going down a hard cock while it’s balls deep in you.

I totally lost it, screaming and flailing as he unloaded in my ass. Over and over and over and…

I came to still laid out on the table, with the sounds of a shower coming from the bathroom. But I couldn’t move.

Wide straps held my wrists behind my back. I had a ball gag in my mouth. It felt like a very large anal hook in my ass and they all seemed to be connected. Moving bursa escort bayan my hands or head just pulled the hook deeper into my ass.

And standing up was definitely out. I felt wide bands on my ankles that seemed to be attached to the table legs keeping them spread.

I had no idea what was coming next, but knew it was something. My ass was tingling and filled with an anal hook, and my thighs were wet to my knees. I had just realized I came hard as he had his way with my ass, when I heard a noise.

I managed to turn my head enough to look down the hall.

That did two things, it pulled the anal hook deeper into my ass, if that was even possible, and it confirmed he wasn’t done with me.

I knew that because he was naked and smiling at me… and his iron hard cock was standing straight out bobbing with every step.

My eyes were locked on it, seeing a bit of fluid at the tip, until he stepped behind me.

He gripped my filled ass firmly and used that grip to drive balls deep in my sloppy pussy in one stroke.

“Oh fuck yes,” he moaned as he bottomed out, then proceeded to fuck my pussy as it betrayed me and kept cumming over and over as he pounded me into the table. I moved what little I could, but that only served to drive the hook deeper in my ass. I tried to scream and bite the ball gag in half as orgasm after orgasm rolled through my body. Our juices ran down my thighs as they trained together in one long…

I awoke on my side beside him in bed. He smelled like a fresh shower, I probably smelled like a whore house if the crusty feeling on my thighs was any clue.I had wide bands across my thighs and at my ankles, keeping my legs together, my wrists görükle escort still bound behind my back. The junction of thighs and pussy felt like I had dumped a bottle of lotion in there, so he must have put quite a load in my pussy. The large plug in my ass said that load wasn’t going anywhere soon.

I nudged his shoulder with my chin, “Gotta pee.”

He rolled enough to release one of the bands on my wrist, and I quickly released the ones on my thighs and ankles and dashed to the bathroom.

I walked slowly back to the bedroom. He was on his back with just the sheet covering him.

I pulled it down slowly, ready to attack as soon as he made any move. The sheet cleared that firm dick, and before he could react, I was on him.

I sucked that dick down and cradled his balls as he went hard in an instant. But I wasn’t going to give him a chance. I bobbed and sucked, showing no mercy.

Less than a minute later, his hand went to the back of my head as he pushed his cock deep into my throat and filled me.

I sucked in every last drop as he fell back to the bed. Making him twitch as I got the last of it.

I pulled the sheet back over us after refastening the straps on my ankles and thighs. I closed the one I had on my other wrist, but put it around his firm dick as I slid my hand down and wrapped my fingers around it.

“Mine,” I said softly, giving it a little squeeze. He just chuckled as I settled in.

I smiled. With ass, pussy, and mouth checked off the list, I was looking forward to that big fresh load in the morning going on my boobs and, if I’m lucky, maybe even a bit on my face.

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Food for thought:

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***All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older***

It’s always an adventure when my business trip meetings get canceled after I’ve already traveled. I find ways to fill the time until my return flight, and my distractions have become increasingly enjoyable lately. My most recent trip involved a rave, which I had never been to before, and a dance with an incredibly sexy girl named Rose.

A coworker who had visited this city knew about a spot where they occasionally threw massive raves. He told me that one was happening the night I was in town. Having learned to love trying new things, I decided to check it out.

I had no idea what I was supposed to wear to something like this, so I asked my coworker. He said whatever’s most comfortable. He also advised me not to wear underwear. I thought that was strange, but I took his advice. I wore a pair of thin black sweatpants and a white t-shirt. Some comfy shoes and I was ready for adventure.

I made my way to the part of the city he had indicated. As I approached a large, brick industrial building the ground started to shake in time with a deep bass sound. I saw a colorfully dressed couple walk around the corner to the side of the building, so I followed. They walked down an outdoor flight of stairs to a basement door and entered, with me following close behind.

The door led to a small, darkly-colored, and dimly-lit reception room. The bouncer ID’d me, then I paid the admission fee to the girl next to him. They waved me in.

I pushed past the thick curtains partitioning the reception area from the main room. As I entered the sights, sounds, and smells overwhelmed my senses. It was hot, humid, and dark except for the few colorful strobe lights that swept the large, tightly packed crowd.

The thumping of the bass shook me to my bones as I waded into the sea of writhing bodies. I had never seen a more colorful assortment of outfits in one place. Leather, spandex, fishnets, booty shorts, and thongs left little to the imagination, and some weren’t even wearing that. I felt overdressed.

I spent some time lost, being jostled around, trying to figure out what I was supposed to do. Then, deep in the depths of the crowd, I found her.

I felt her before I saw her. In trying to navigate the crowd I stepped where I wasn’t looking and accidentally ran my pelvis into someone’s ass. Someone’s juicy, plump ass.

I looked down to see pink fishnets clinging tightly to a jiggly white ass and thick, lightly tanned thighs. Underneath was nothing but a pink thong, most of which I couldn’t see because it was being gobbled by those thick, round buttcheeks. She wore black platform boots that laced partway up her calves. For a shirt, she wore only a white sleeveless crop top, the fabric of which was so thin I could see straight through to her skin. Light brown hair with streaks of purple cascaded down her back.

The girl, whose name I later learned was Rose, glanced bursa escort bayan over her shoulder at me. Her brown eyes shone from under her long eyelashes and her smile conveyed both excitement and contentment. I guessed, correctly, that she was in the throes of MDMA-induced bliss, like so many others in this place. Hell, I would have been too if my company didn’t piss test regularly.

I mouthed “I’m sorry” as her gaze lingered. She smiled sweetly and waved it off. Then she faced forward again. I thought she was going to walk away, but instead, she resumed her dancing and backed up against me instead.

The second her ass met my crotch my libido went into overdrive. I surprised myself at how hard I got so quickly. As I did, she wiggled her hips to position my cock right down the center of her buttcrack. Then I understood why one doesn’t wear underwear to a rave.

I let her lead, following the sway of her hips with my own. She ground against me in time with the music. I enjoyed her attention, while she was apparently flattered by the speed at which I achieved full mast and the strength of my erection. I could tell because the harder I got, the more vigorous she became in bouncing her ass against my groin.

I placed my hands on her hips, which she promptly grabbed with her own. Her hands guided mine to her bare sides and I let my fingertips graze her soft skin. This journey continued to her stomach and then, unexpectedly, up the front of her torso until my hands were cupping her braless, perky tits.

Her nipples were hard, pointing out proudly from the pillowy flesh surrounding them. Taking her hint, I gently massaged her breasts and teased her nipples with my fingers. Gently at first, my affectionate groping grew in intensity as our bodies pressed harder together.

Leaving one of my hands to fondle her tits, she guided the other down her torso and pressed my fingertips into the front of her thin pink thong. She rubbed my fingers in circles against the damp fabric, her head falling back with mouth open and eyes shut as she did. Just as with her breasts, the pressure increased gradually until I thought my fingers might snap back.

Then she was ready for more. She let go of my hands and pulled the waistband of her fishnets and underwear down to rest in the crease between her buttcheeks and thighs. Following her lead, I pulled the front of my pants down just far enough for my erection to pop out into the open air.

Placing her hands on her asscheeks, she leaned forward and spread them apart, inviting me to nestle my cock between them. This I did, and when she let go of her juicy butt it wrapped my dick in a warm, sweaty embrace.

I loved it, and so did she. The twerking of her ass across my crotch became more enthusiastic. She pushed back against me, running her asshole up and down against the underside of my erection. Her crack was slick with her sweat, so my cock sliding against her gorukle escort cheeks and sphincter was frictionless.

She massaged her asshole against my shaft as she resumed her gyrating. My hands returned to her tits, but she took one and brought it back down to her pussy. How much of her wetness was from sweat and how much from arousal I couldn’t tell, but either way my fingers were soaked the instant she ran them between her labia.

Rose dragged my fingers up and down through her slit, then brought them to her mouth. She wrapped her lips around my pointer and middle fingers and sucked, bobbing her head back and forth like she was sucking a cock. I couldn’t get any harder than I already was, but if I could have that would have done it.

She brought my hand back to her pussy lips and let go. She wanted me to play, so I did. I ran my middle finger through her wet pussy lips and teased her clit with my fingertip. One of her hands went to the breast I wasn’t groping and pinched and pulled on her nipple.

Her wetness continued to build as I played with her clit. I decided it was time to feel her from the inside. When two of my fingers slowly plunged into her wet hole and started massaging her pleasure center I swore I could feel her asshole winking against my cock.

So, there we were. Swaying and grinding in time with the music, my cock buried between her asscheeks, one hand tweaking her nipple, the other slowly and steadily caressing her g-spot. I leaned in to nibble on her earlobe. She didn’t pull away. I fingered her a little faster as my thumb rubbed back and forth along her slick clit.

Then I felt her pussy contract around my fingers and her body shook against mine. I couldn’t hear her over the music, but I could tell how she moaned long and hard by her expression. I increased the tempo of my fingerfucking and pinched hard on her nipple, trying to extend her orgasmic ride as long as possible.

When her quivering slowed I withdrew my fingers. She slowly turned around and wrapped her arms around my neck, resting her weight on me and smiling contentedly. I grabbed her exposed bubble butt and leaned down to kiss her neck and jaw. Her eyes closed and her smile widened as I sucked on her neck.

I worked my way up to her mouth. Our lips met in a soft, wet kiss. We sucked on each other’s lips as one of her hands went to my slick cock and slowly stroked me. I ran my middle finger through her asscrack and gently traced circles along the rim of her butthole.

She broke our kiss and brought her mouth to my ear. I could barely hear her over the music, but what she said was unmistakable. “I wanna suck your cock…”

I smiled and nodded. Obviously. She smiled back and took me by the hand, leading me through the dense crowd of dancing figures. My gaze strayed to her plump ass, which jiggled with every step she took, creasing just right at the bottom.

Finally, we reached bursa merkez escort bayan the edge of the room. Along the wall couples and groups of all combinations were fondling and fucking each other in every way you could think of. We eventually squeezed into a spot next to two women kissing and finger fucking each other.

Rose pushed me back against the wall and wrapped her arms around my neck again. We kissed sloppily as she ground her exposed, wet pussy lips against my cock. Her orgasmic juices soaked my pants. My hands resumed their exploration of her tits and ass.

Breaking away, she slowly lowered herself to her knees in front of me. She pulled my sweatpants to the ground and, grasping my shaft with one hand, wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. I moaned as she simultaneously sucked and flicked her tongue across the tip of my dick.

All the while she looked up at me with those beautiful eyes and that smile that somehow managed to combine innocence and naughtiness all into one expression. Maintaining her sucking and licking, Rose ran her fingers back and forth along my cock in slow, smooth strokes. She started to bob her head in time with the bass drum, taking me deeper into her mouth each time. Her other hand toyed with her pussy.

I ran my fingers through her purple-streaked hair and stared deep into her brown eyes as my cock disappeared between her lips. Her tongue bathed the underside and she gently held my balls in her hand. She quickened her pace, and I found myself wishing the music was quieter so I could hear the wet slurping sounds she was undoubtedly making. I could feel her humming through the vibrations she sent coursing through my dick.

She withdrew my cock from her mouth and mouthed something. I couldn’t hear it, but I could tell what she was saying. “Cum for me.”

I realized that wouldn’t be difficult as she took me back into her mouth, this time sucking and bobbing much more vigorously. My hands shot back to steady myself against the brick wall. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, trying to make this last as long as I could.

But I couldn’t resist the power of her warm tongue and soft lips. My knees shook as I dumped my load deep into her throat. I felt her swallow repeatedly as she massaged spurt after spurt of cum from me until I had nothing left.

I remained frozen there, eyes closed and just trying to stay on my feet. I felt her let go after one more soft kiss on the side of my cock. Still, I didn’t move, soaking in the experience. The heavy bass sent tingles through my hypersensitive and spent cock. Finally, I slowly opened my eyes.

She was gone. She had disappeared into the crowd. If I wasn’t sober I might have thought she was just a dream. I was simultaneously disappointed and elated at this experience. Maybe this was better as a unique, one-time thing.

I pulled up my pants and checked to make sure nothing had fallen out of my pockets. Everything was there, plus something that hadn’t been before. I pulled out a small, folded piece of paper. Amidst the deep music and flashing lights, I opened it and a single rose petal dropped to the floor. On the paper was written, in beautiful flowing handwriting, a phone number and a single name.

Rose.

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It’s an image that will vividly remain in my mind until the day I die.

That of my gorgeous wife Amber, then 28, down on all fours on our white bedroom rug.

Her gorgeous long auburn hair is hanging down around her shoulders, almost to the floor. She’s naked except for the sexy black lace bra and thong she’d bought just that afternoon.

I’m seated on the bed behind her, looking at the most beautiful ass I’ve ever seen in my life. It’s the work of god. I can’t really see her boobs from my angle, but I know they are magnificent.

Amber is eagerly waiting to be taken doggie style, and my cock is as hard as it’s ever been.

There’s just one problem. She’s not waiting for me, her husband, to fuck her. But rather Harley, our long time friend.

I’m not happy about it at all, but it’s my own damn fault.

The evening before Amber and I were having drinks with Harley in a noisy waterfront bar. There were televisions on with a basketball game between Harley’s favorite team and my favorite team. Amber didn’t have a favorite team, but she likes sports and enjoyed watching the game with us.

By halftime my team, the Bucks, were up by 20 points. They couldn’t do anything wrong. The Lakers, Harley’s team, couldn’t do anything right. I was giving Harley a lot of shit about it.

“There’s no way your bungling Lakers are going to win tonight,” I said. “No fucking way.”

“Maybe you’d like to bet on it,” he replied good-naturedly.

This is where the problem started. While I’ve subsequently made quite a bit of money, at the time I was a struggling lawyer just out of law school with massive loans to repay.

Harley, on the other hand, came from a wealthy family and was making an excellent salary in his executive position at the family’s liquor distribution company.

“I’d bet you in a New York second, turkey,” I replied jovially, “but at this stage in life I don’t have anything of value. I sure wish I did, though, because I’d bet it.”

“Excuse me, but did I hear you say you don’t have anything of value?” my wife Amber chimed in coquettishly, feigning indignance. “I’m not worth anything?”

Amber has always been a fun-loving type who can give and take a joke, which is why I had married her four years before. And why I was still deeply in love with her.

“You’re worth everything to me,” I replied, giving her a hug and a kiss on the forehead.

“Well, Albert,” Harley laughed, “if you’re so sure your sucky Bucks are going to win, lovely Amber, your only real asset, could be your stake in the bet.”

The three of us laughed.

“He’s got a point, Albert,” Amber said a few seconds later. “If you know you can’t lose, why wouldn’t you make the bet?”

Amber loved to be a provocative, so she wiggled around a bit and batted her eyes for the benefit of both Harley and I. She’s so damn cute! And while always classy, in the right situation she enjoys being flirtatious. Because I know our marriage is rock solid, I let her have her fun.

“I’ll even give you odds,” said Harley, continuing with the joke that I thought had run its course. “You get $1,000 dollars if your team wins, but I get to sleep with Amber if your team loses.”

We all laughed at how ridiculous the suggestion was. At least I did.

“Think of the shoes I could buy,” joked Amber. “Oh, and look, Albert, the Bucks are now up by 24.”

It would be an absurd bet on Harley’s part, but he could make it because he already had a lot of money. It wouldn’t mean anything for him to lose $1,000.

What complicated the situation was a certain aspect of the healthy sex life Amber and I enjoyed. We’d always been adventurous in bed, including fantasy play.

One time, for example, we dared each other to say who we’d like to fuck if we weren’t married to each other. We both knew it would create a tinge of jealousy, stoking our sexual fires.

Both our picks were prefaced with, “I would never, ever break our marriage vows”. But still, the choices we made would be revealing.

I went first and named Charlotte. I should have known that would be a bit of a dagger to Amber’s heart. That’s because Charlotte, a stunning woman, is Amber’s best friend, one I had dated for several years in high school.

“You cheeky bastard, you!” Amber replied, struggling to keep her cool. “You’d like some more of her blonde stuff, is that it? As I recall, she did anal for you, something I won’t.”

“Amber, honey,” I reassured her, “I told you I would never, ever cheat on you. You are the only woman I ever desire. We’re just kidding around. But what about you?”

“I’d do Harley in a flash,” Amber said without hesitation. “He’s good-looking, he’s buff, he’s rich, and he’s funny. Yeah, Harley would be my pick for a good fucking. But like you, I’d never break my vows.”

I was shocked by how quickly Amber had answered, and how she had a ready list of reasons why she’d do Harley. Harley, who at that time had a lot more money than me, something I was sensitive about.

Amber and I fucked like crazy after sharing our secrets. I was thinking of Charlotte bursa escort while fucking Amber, and no doubt Amber was thinking of Harley.

We hadn’t had such hot sex like that in a long time. I don’t know how many times Amber came, but I came twice, which I hadn’t done in years.

That year Amber gave me a most unusual and sexy birthday present. When we got ready to go out for my celebration dinner, Amber put on a blonde wig styled like Charlotte wears her hair, and had even borrowed one of Charlotte’s sexiest dresses.

Oh lord did that get me hot! Amber didn’t look exactly like Charlotte because she’s fair skinned and Amber has olive skin, but she looked enough like her to have me imagining that I was going out on a date with another woman. My ex!

My beloved Amber had surprising me by really ratcheting up my desire. No wonder I loved her so much.

But I got an even bigger surprise later when Amber let out a wail while I was fucking her.

“Harder Harley, you big fucking rich hunk,” she shouted, “ram your big cock in my pussy!”

I was stunned. I played it cool, but I wasn’t ready for Amber to enjoy our little game that much. So after playing that game a couple of times we realized it was dangerous and agreed to stop.

Still, I couldn’t forget Amber’s calling out Harley’s name while I was fucking her. Even though it was fair play, a husband doesn’t forget something like that.

That’s the background. Now it was the end of the third quarter in the game we were watching at the waterfront bar, and Harley’s Lakers had only cut my Buck’s lead to 18 points. What NBA team loses after being that far ahead that late in a game?

“Your bet would be looking really good now,” said Amber, giving me a big kiss. “Maybe you should have been more confident.” Her criticism was her edgy way of flirting with me.

But was she serious? And was she making a little dig at my masculinity?

Harley had had another couple of drinks and was getting cocky.

“Tell you what, Albert buddy, I’ll put up $2,000 that my Lakers will still come back and win. Amber, think of all the shoes and dresses you could buy when I lose.”

Amber got a dreamy look on her face.

But I had a tough time reading her. I had assumed that she would have been insulted the moment there was any sign the proposed bet was anything but a silly joke. Yet it seemed as though she was calculating whether it was worth the very small risk for the almost sure possibility that she could buy some new dresses and shoes. Especially shoes. God does she love shoes.

“Well, how confident are you, big boy?” Amber said turning to me and giving me a sexy look.

She was definitely challenging my masculinity.

“Well dammit, it’s a bet!” I said a little angrily in a little too loud a voice.

Harley looked at Amber for her reaction.

“It’s kind of exciting having my body put up as my husband’s stake in a bet,” cooed Amber. “Because if Albert is absolutely positive that he’s going to win, I don’t see any harm in having a little fun. Besides, I already know just what shoes I’m going to buy. I’ll even put on a mini-skirt and model them for you guys some evening.”

“That would be fabulous, but just remember,” Harley cautioned, “there’s still a very slight chance you might lose.”

“Albert is confident that it’s all but impossible, and I trust my husband’s judgement,” Amber said, waving her hand as though she were waving away any possibility of losing the bet.

But then she added something that rocked me a little.

“Besides, if my husband does lose the bet, I can think of worse things than having to have sex with you, Harley.” And you should have seen the sexy way she looked at him when she said it.

We all shook on the bet, but I still didn’t know how serious any of us were.

To prove Harley had taken the bet seriously, when there were two minutes left in the game and his Lakers was still down by 12 points, Harley pulled out a roll of twenty $100 bills. At first he pretended he was going to playfully stuff them into Amber’s bra, but then he handed them to me.

I don’t suppose I have to tell you that my fucking Bucks still lost. My team’s star player fouled out, and then their second best player, a real hot head, was thrown out of the game for arguing a call. Worst of all, the Bucks missed an easy layup to win with just three seconds left.

When all the commotion in the bar died down, the three of us just looked at each other in stunned silence. None of us thought this was going to happen. Amber took the $2,000 from me and handed it back to Harley.

It was Amber who finally spoke after the awkward silence.

“A bet is a bet, right?” she said looking at me.

“Yeah, I guess,” I stammered.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” said Harley, “I don’t want anything messing up our great friendship.”

“The only thing that would mess it up is our reneging on a bet,” said Amber. “My husband never should have wagered sex with me no matter how great his odds were of winning. But he did. Albert and I are going home now, Harley, bursa escort but I’ll I’ll expect you at our house tomorrow night at 8 pm. I’ll be waiting for you. Do not disappoint me.”

With that she was out the door and I was running after her.

Amber only spoke to me briefly the rest of the night and until just before 8 pm the next night.

“Please, baby, let’s call this off,” I begged her.

“No,” she said, “I could never have respect for you again if we didn’t pay off your debt. And it won’t be a case of me cheating, but of me living up to a basic family obligation.”

When I tried to explain to her how crazy that was, she hit me with a hard one.

“Besides, there’s a little bit of me that’s looking forward to it. Like I bet you would be doing if you won a bet to get some more anal with your old girlfriend Charlotte. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Of course, but… “

Amber was out of earshot before I could explain myself.

Amber was out most of the day. When she came back it was obvious that she’d had her hair and nails done. And she was carrying a bag from a high-end lingerie store.

She brushed me off when I tried to engage her in conversation, “I’ve got to get ready to pay off your debt.”

Then I accused her of “really looking forward to it.”

She just smiled and told me there was a bit of truth to my fears. But that it had all be my fault, hadn’t it?

She was right.

I was sweating and my stomach in turmoil all day.

Amber, on the other hand, seemed as carefree as could be.

When the doorbell rang at 8 pm sharp, Amber answered it wearing a see-thru negligee that partially obscured her lacy black bra and thong, and her beautiful body. She looked radiant.

“Welcome, Harley,” she said with flirty enthusiasm that filled me with jealousy.

“You look fantastic,” Harley stuttered. He was as nervous as I was.

“Time settle the bet,” Amber said cheerily as she pulled Harley into the house.

“Follow me,” she ordered either Harley or both of us, it wasn’t clear. Amber was wearing high heels and moved her ass in the most seductive manner.

I had a massive hard on. If Harley didn’t, he wasn’t human.

As Amber got halfway up the stairs, she turned, slowly removed her negligee for our viewing pleasure of her body, and dropped it over the railing.

Oh Jesus, was she sexy! And the sexy pouting look on her beautiful face was to die for.

Amber continued to the top of the stairs, where she turned again. She slowly unhooked her bra, letting her magnificent boobs free. Delicately holding her bra with a thumb and index finger, she dramatically dropped it over the railing to the floor below.

I’m convinced there are times when a beautiful woman can do things that would make men do anything for them. Anything. This was one of those times. Amber owned us.

We followed Amber into the bedroom. I sat down on the edge of the bed while Harley stood in the doorway.

Amber proceeded to do a sexy little slow dance for us, playing with her boobs and showing off her body. She ended it by taking an index finger and suggestively pointing to her pussy.

Then — and this is what I’ll never forget — she slowly got down on her hands and knees, her back toward us, in a perfect position to be taken doggie style. She looked spectacular.

“Harley,” she said looking back at him.

“Yes, Amber,” he replied almost fearfully.

“It’s time for you to collect my husband’s stupid debt by taking me doggie style.”

“Albert, my beloved husband,” she then said to me in a firm voice.

“Yes, Amber,” I replied meekly.

“Get out now! I’m not going to let you have the pleasure of watching Harley fuck me.”

Never more stunned in my life, I walked out of the room in a daze. Was this really happening?

I stood outside the closed door for a couple of minutes, but I couldn’t stand listening to the passionate noises they began making. So I went to the guest bedroom downstairs.

Only about 40 minutes later I heard the front door close and a car start up. A few minutes after that Amber leaned her head into the guest room and said, “Time to come to bed.”

“How was it?” I asked softly when we got to the bedroom.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Amber snapped. “Ever.”

We got in bed and lay in the spooning position. Turned on by my wife’s sexuality, I tentatively reached out and tried to caress her shoulders.

“No!” she shouted angrily. “Don’t touch me. Not until Monday.”

The next day she was cheerful and acted as though nothing had happened. I wanted her badly, but it was clear I shouldn’t try to initiate anything for another two days.

I thought it was going to be weird when we saw Harley again, but it was at a friend’s wedding and everybody was in a festive mood. After a few drinks together there was no tension between the three of us.

It seemed as long as I didn’t let jealousy get the better of me, everything was going to be good. Naturally I wasn’t happy with what had happened, but I was bursa eskort relieved that our relationships were still intact. In fact, Amber and my day to day relationship was more lovey-dovey than ever.

The whole incident would have been completely forgotten had Amber not reminded us of it exactly one year later.

“It’s our anniversary,” Amber said, having maybe had one drink too many in the same waterfront bar.

“Anniversary of what?” asked a confused Harley.

I was puzzled, too.

“You damn men,” Amber laughed. “You don’t remember any important life events. It’s the anniversary of the bet.”

It had been so far in the past that Harley and I had forgotten the date, not that either of us really wanted to be reminded. So we had a good laugh.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t keep my damn mouth shut.

“You know,” I said, “the odds were so much in my favor that if I had the chance, I’d make that same bet again.”

Harley looked surprised.

Not Amber.

“You would, would you?” she said with a challenging smile.

I couldn’t tell if she was angry or intrigued. Maybe a little of both.

“Hear me out, Amber. The last time I lost there was probably a one in five hundred chance I’d lose. What are the odds of me losing a second bet with those odds? It wouldn’t happen in a ten thousand years.”

“Look,” said Harley, who had been watching a game on the televisions, “I see that the Knicks are up 21 over the Celtics at halftime. Even though the Celts are in big foul trouble already, I still say they are going to come back and win.”

“Bullshit!” said Albert.

“All right,” laughed Harley, “I’ll put $2,000 on the Celts to come back and win. But what are you going to put up? You just got a big bonus. Give me three to one odds.”

I was about to speak up when Amber interrupted.

“No, no, no,” she said.

“Come on,” I groaned, “what’s wrong with a little bet?”

“I don’t have anything against another bet,” she said feistily, “I just think it should be on the same terms as last time, with my body being one side of the wager.”

Harley and I were shocked.

“No way,” I said, “we’re not doing that again.”

“But I thought you are so sure you’re going to win,” Amber said.

Dammit, my wife was challenging my masculinity again.

But we all moved on and started talking about vacation plans.

But Amber’s challenge kept eating at me.

“No, no, no,” I finally said, interrupting the two of them, “I do want to make the bet.” I was a little heated.

“All right!” said Harley.

“And let’s make it even more interesting,” I said.

“What could be more interesting than last time,” said Amber, a little miffed. “Wasn’t Harley getting me enough?”

“Listen, I’m so certain that I’m going to win,” I said, my voice shaking, “I’m willing to put up sleeping with Amber one night a month for a year. What are you going to put up, big boy?”

This was the most contentious moment Harley and I had ever had in our lives.

“Do I have any say in this?” asked Amber, striking a particularly sexy pose. She was kind of liking this.

Before I could answer Harley blurted out his response.

“Ten thousand dollars. I’ll put up 10,000 dollars for the chance to win…

At which point, Amber unbuttoned two more buttons on her blouse and cocked her hips.

“Hoping to win this?” she said. “Ten thousand is a lot of money.”

“Once a month for a year, no way,” I said.

“Why not?” said Amber. “You said you’d take the bet again, all that’s different is that the stakes are higher. You said you couldn’t lose twice. Did you mean it or not? Are you lacking in conviction?”

She was mocking masculinity now.

To make things more volitile, she sidled up to me and rubbed to her boobs against my chest while giving me a peck on the cheek. In full view of Harley.

Damn it all! There was no way that I wanted to take this bet, but there was no way I could back out without losing all my dignity in front of my wife.

“You’re on!” I finally said.

Then Amber shocked me.

“I can’t lose,” she laughed. “If my husband wins, I get $10,000. If he loses, Harley gets me every month. And based on the last time, a woman couldn’t complain about either outcome.”

I was steaming.

But nowhere near as steaming as when the fucking Celts blew their 21 point halftime lead. All they had to do was make one of two foul shots with two seconds left. Just one of two. The jerk missed them both.

Things were a little tense the next two times Harley came to the house and collected on his bet. But not quite as bad as the first time.

Amber was even more seductive, if that’s possible, than before. But I stayed in the guest room the whole time, out of their way.

Then, as hard as it is to believe, the arrangement pretty much became a routine. Amber would mark a date on the calendar, and on that day she’d get her hair and nails done. And Harley, more affluent than ever, would pay for it. He also gave Amber money for her beloved high heels and expensive French lingerie.

I felt kind of weird when Amber later insisted on wearing some of the shoes and lingerie when she and I went out together. I didn’t feel completely right about it, but they were the highest quality. And damn, did Amber ever look great in them. So I accepted it.

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This is my fantasy. To possess. To own. To be Frederica.

*

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 years or older when in sexual situations.

Prologue

My pangs of sexual hunger caused me to issue a low pitched growl of unabated lust.

My sub knelt on the bed with her hands behind her stretching her ass cheeks apart until her skin strained. Her thighs were almost imperceptivity shaking in anticipation. Her ragged breathing betrayed her darkest desire to feel my tongue making love to her back passage.

I paused. I wanted to burn this image indelibly into my mind. Her hands pulling apart her soft rounded ass cheeks, exposing even softer flesh and a pucker that was slightly open. The darker skin of her anus in sharp contrast to the lily white skin of her bottom. The tuft of pubic hair just visible underneath her, the ends glowing with the light of the room being caught by her droplets of dew.

I put my hands on the front of her thighs. She shuddered in reaction to my touch. I pulled my face closer, but not yet touching her, allowing her to feel my hot breath so close to her sex. She pushed her ass towards me, no doubt hoping to feel the wetness of my tongue. I wanted to wring every ounce of desire out of her, waiting for her inevitable plea. I didn’t wait long.

“Please Mistress, please,” she whispered.

“Not yet my sweet pet.” My legs were now trembling as well, as we both knew our release was within my power to grant.

I used one of my hands to give a feather light stroke across her moist sex, drawing a long sigh from her. I waited again. As each second ticked by her want became palpable.

“More please Mistress.”

“Patience my greedy little slut.”

“I beg of you …” Her whimpering plea was accompanied by a gyration of her hips, hoping to find my fingers or my tongue.

I wanted to draw it out even further but I was overcome by my own unsatiated desires. I returned both hands to the front of her thighs and pulled by face close to her anus, swabbing it lightly with the flat of my tongue. Her rosebud clenched against my tongue. Her reaction set off a wildfire within me. I wanted to possess her, body and soul.

Faint sobs came from her. “Mistress, the feelings I’m experiencing are beyond anything I could have imagined.”

I pulled away from her to reply. “Confess everything my pet.” I curled my tongue and pushed it into her, feeling the smooth walls of her back channel. I moved the tip of my tongue, massaging the tight muscle, and used my hand to again rub her distended pearl, now slippery with her want. For me, there was no greater submission than her willingness to offer her ass for our mutual pleasure. She belonged to me, and me alone. I was marking my territory with my tongue.

“I love you Mistress,” she said with complete conviction.

Her confession stoked me further. I rotated my tongue inside her and was now rubbing her pussy with the flat of my hand. The smell of her sex was overwhelming and seductive.

“Oh my … ” She sharply inhaled. The familiar twitch of her body presaged her release.

I pulled back again. “Not yet my pet.”

I drew one hand to my own needy sex. I coated my fingers with my slippery discharge and felt the electric shock from my own touch. I was spiraling upwards. I momentarily lost focus as a ripple of pleasure emanated from my dripping cunt.

My sub was crestfallen. “No, no Mistress. Please don’t stop.”

Her plea pulled me back to reality. I wanted to taste her again, dipping my tongue into her well of depravity. The slightly sweet tang of her essence fueled my craving to possess her. She started to shake.

“Now,” I commanded.

Her hands grasped the back of my head. She pushed back against me so firmly my nose and mouth were enveloped with her pillowy ass cheeks, causing me to take one last sip of air before I was completely smothered. Her body was no longer hers to control. My tongue controlled it. I pushed farther into her. My hand was a blur as I moved it back and forth against her sex, throwing droplets of moisture against her thighs. I took my hand away from my pussy and gripped one of the nipples on her pendulous breasts. She thrashed about, as if demonically possessed, as she spewed an incoherent babble.

I waited for the waves of pleasure to wash over her until her body stilled.

I turned over on my back and pulled my knees to my chest, exposing all of my charms.

“Pleasure me my pet. Show me how much you love me.”

Chapter One

Frederica was my given name. I was second generation in the United States, the third child of a German couple. Frederica was the name of my grandmother on my father’s side, and meant “peaceful ruler,” the feminized version of Frederick. Little did they know that the bursa yabancı escort name was apt for what I was to become.

I was an “early bloomer,” as they say, growing up in suburban Maryland. At age 13 I was already wearing a “C” cup and by 18 I was a “DD.” I picked up my third “D” when I picked up 10 pounds. That old saying “there are only two things certain in this world” was made in error. There are actually three things certain in the world. There’s death, taxes, and teenage boys chasing girls with big tits. I was getting stares from boys and men before I could even comprehend their almost singular compulsion. But I’m a quick learner, and by age 16 I was manipulating my sexuality into dinners, movies and rides in fancy sports cars. I had a collection of cashmere sweaters in both medium and large. I knew if I wore the medium I would get double the number of stares from horny men (actually thinking about it “horny men” is redundant. All men are horny all the time).

It wasn’t until college where my sexuality was unleashed. I went through the men like a buzzsaw, sometimes with 3 or 4 men in a week. All of them wanted their face between my tits and I accommodated as many as I could. I not only had sex with students but also with faculty and members of the administration. I was strictly heterosexual and in complete control of my relationships, that is until that fateful day in the dead of winter when I ran into Josie at a class mixer.

I was standing in a large auditorium with drink in hand, sweeping my eyes across the vast floor to see who was there (and how they were dressed).

“Not much here, is there?” It was a female voice.

The question startled me as I hadn’t heard her come up behind me. I turned to face her.

I confirmed her observation. “Not that I can see as well.”

“Well then, maybe we should get out of here.”

I was startled again by this bold proposition. For starters I had never been with a woman. I studied her. A sultry blonde with long shapely legs. Probably in her early 30’s. Blue eyes of course. A bright red party dress showing plenty of cleavage and leg and high heels that made her at least six inches taller than me. Plenty of spunk. I like spunk and respected her for it (and guys, I meant spirit, not cum). I was into experimentation, so words came out of my mouth without much mental processing. “Let’s go to my place.”

“I thought I moved quickly,” said the blonde.

My mental gear caught up with my mouth, now comprehending that I had basically agreed to have sex with this (fortunately) comely woman. “I…I…I didn’t mean it that way …” Not one of my finer moments.

The blonde could sense that I was off balance and pushed harder on me. “You didn’t mean to suggest that we have sex together?”

Wow. I had met my match. How do you answer this question? I went with Plan B. “Did you want to check out the dance floor before we leave?”

The blonde didn’t buy that suggestion and called bullshit on me. “You agreed there was nothing here. Are you stalling?”

Again, into the box. I could not verbally spar with this person. I conceded and told the truth. “What I meant to say to you is that I’ve never had sex with a woman but you intrigue me.”

She studied me before she replied. I could imagine her thoughts as she scanned me from head to toe. “Brunette, nice face, huge tits, average legs.” She nodded once to acknowledge that my last statement was accepted as the truth. “I intrigue you because you’ve never met anyone like me. You are promiscuous and curious, an explosive combination.”

I nodded back at her. Her assessment was spot on. I could imagine that sex with her could be explosive as well. Hey, I was twenty at the time and impulsive, “Let’s go.” I held out my hand.

The blonde held out her hand and waited for me to grasp her hand. I didn’t know it at the time but she exercised domination over me from our first words and our first intimate contact. I took her hand and she led me outside into a moonless night. We were standing on the concrete steps, bathed in harsh fluorescent light, with our breaths forming clouds in the icy cold air. The blonde took my head in her hands and pulled me toward her, offering her pouty lips to me. I was taken by the intimacy of the moment. Almost all of my “dates” with men were strictly exercises in carnal lust. This was different. I accepted her offer and pressed my lips against hers, feeling the wetness of her lips as they parted. Our tongues met and then intertwined, dancing to music I could not hear. I didn’t want it to end.

The blonde finally pulled away. “My, you are a quick learner. If it wasn’t so cold here I’d be pulling your panties down I’m so turned on.”

“Mmmmmmm,”I replied. “That kiss was delicious.”

“Where are we going my pet?” asked the blonde. I didn’t comprehend the word pet, thinking it was just an amusing term of endearment.

I gave her the address and she led me to her car. We travelled in silence to my apartment building. The sexual tension built during the car ride and by bursa sınırsız escort the time we arrived we practically dashed to my apartment. Once inside she flung me against the wall and kissed me hard and pushed her hand up my skirt, finding my sopping wet panties. She effortlessly pulled the fabric of my panties to one side and slid two fingers deep inside me. We were still passionately kissing so my moan was muffled by our kiss. But her touch was like nothing I had ever felt. All the clumsy groping by the men I had sex with didn’t remotely measure up with her well-schooled technique. Within a minute I was humping her hand and begging for my release.

“Easy my pet. This is just an appetizer, not the main course,” she said with breezy confidence.

“You are a demon.” I always had a flair for the dramatic.

She was flattered. “I know my pet. As they say, the devil is in the details and when it comes to sex I’m all about the details. Let’s go to your bedroom shall we?”

I decided to dispense with one preliminary. “It’s always my policy to know someone’s name before they put their face in my snatch. I’m Frederica Schneider.”

The blonde laughed. “I guess that would be an essential detail. I’m Josephine Fornier. But everyone calls me Josie.” She accompanied this statement with a 1,000 watt smile.

A handshake didn’t seem appropriate so I just said, “I’m pleased to meet you.”

Josie dispensed with the other preliminaries. “I think we’re so hot and bothered we ought to catch up on the other details of our lives later. Right now I just want to fuck you.”

I led Josie to the bedroom. She was clearly going to dictate the action. “Frederica, for reasons that will become clear later I’m going to call you my pet. Is that OK?”

She could call me anything she wanted. At that point in time I wanted her to make love to me. “Yes, ‘hey you’ is just fine too.”

“Good, take off your blouse.”

I unbuttoned my blouse and draped it on the bed. Josie eyes were transfixed on me, and in particular on my breasts. Without breaking her gaze she murmured, “Hand me your bra.” She was practically licking her lips.

I reached back behind me and unfastened each of the hooks. I let the bra slide forward off my arms and then handed it to Josie. She crumpled up the bra and pressed it against her nose. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply.

“Ummmmm. You smell delicious.” The blonde cast the bra on top of my blouse. She stared at my bare breasts. Now being a 34DDD, there was a lot to take in.

“My pet, you have magnificent breasts.”

Not being shy I blushed anyway. “Thank you.”

“Now your skirt and panties. Give me your panties. Leave your heels on.”

I dropped my skirt and kicked it off. I slipped my panties off and handed them to Josie. Instead of sniffing them she licked the wet spot on them. “My, my, you are excited.”

That was an understatement. I couldn’t stand this slow burn. I wanted her to fling me on the bed and bury her face in my pussy. She apparently had other plans.

“Spread your legs.”

I shifted my feet so my legs were spread as wide as I could without falling over. “My legs are not my best attribute,” I offered apologetically.

“Nonsense,” the blonde responded. “You have lovely legs and the heels give just the right amount of curve to your calves.”

“Well, they’re not like yours.”

“You’re getting ahead of yourself my pet. Right now this is all about you.” She stepped forward and slid her finger between my legs.

“Nooooo,” I cried. My legs started to wobble and I sat backwards on the bed. That was unfair. That touch felt so good my legs turned to Jell-o.

Josie pounced on me, sucking one of my erect nipples in her mouth and rolling the other one between her finger and her thumb. She swirled her tongue around my nipple and then wandered further, tracing the flat of her tongue on the tops and below my breasts. I was shivering, as if we were outside in the cold night. Whatever I thought I knew about sexual pleasure was being completely redefined.

I subconsciously parted my legs. This act was not unnoticed. Josie used one hand to gently explore my sex while she continued to make love to my breasts. I had a sharp, quick orgasm that caught me by surprise.

“Ohhhhh,” I uttered as my heart fluttered and a warm glow blanketed my body.

“You came my pet.”

“I did,” I moaned.

“Good, but in the future you’ll cum when I tell you.”

I wasn’t clear on this concept. “Excuse me?”

“You’ll cum when I tell you to cum.”

“That sounds silly.”

“It may, but trust me. The intensity of your orgasms will multiply if you follow my lead.”

She hadn’t led me astray so far so I agreed to play along.

“I’m going to edge you now. That means I’m going to take you to the edge of an orgasm but then I’m going to back off.”

“That sounds sinister.”

“It is.”

She started to touch me again in places that I’ve never been touched before. Her probing fingers found every sensitive area görükle escort in my vagina. I heard squishing noises and then realized it was her fingers stirring my honey pot. She was a demon that was playing with my sex like a violin. I was about to hit a crescendo when her fingers were pulled out.

“Please no. More …” I realized that edging was indeed sinister. My mind could focus only on one thing and that was the satisfaction of my overwhelming need.

“Taste yourself.” The she-devil put her fingers in front of my face. I could smell my pungent mating scent on her fingers. I took her slickened fingers in my mouth, sucking them deep into my mouth until I triggered my gag reflex. A long string of saliva dripped off my chin. She leaned forward, using her tongue to catch the last bit of spittle on my chin and then raising up to kiss me deeply. As our tongues shared this carnal treat she returned her hand to my needy cunt.

“Fuck me. Fuck me please,” said a quivering voice I recognized as my own.

She started to pump her fingers inside of me, each time probing deeper, pulling my secretions of lust across my clit and then returning to probe further. I was in uncharted waters. I was in heat, begging a woman I just met for my sexual gratification. No one had ever made me feel this way.

I put my hand on top of hers, imprisoning her hand inside me, as I wildly twisted underneath her to maximize the friction of her fingers. Her face suddenly reflected anger. She wrested my hand away and pulled out of me yet again.

“Your orgasms belong to me,” she said with unmistakable authority.

“Then please give me one,” I pleaded.

“Not until I want to. Do you understand?”

I nodded my head.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes, I understand,” I said begrudgingly.

“Good, now undress me.” She stood there and waited for me.

I walked over and stood behind her, lifted up her hair and unzipped her dress and lowered it to the ground. She lifted up each well-turned ankle to allow me to slip the dress off. It was a lovely dress but what was beneath made the dress pale in comparison. She had flawless skin, well-formed breasts, a narrow waist and slightly flared hips that continued downward to long shapely legs. I was mesmerized by her sexual aura.

“My bra and panties my pet.”

She stood there confidently in front of me, unashamed of her impending nudity. I reached around in back of her to unhook her bra. While I was fumbling with the hooks she took the opportunity to kiss me again. She had her arms around me holding me close. The passion of the kiss distracted me from my task at hand. She finally let go of me and finished unhooking her bra. She shrugged her shoulders and let the bra fall to the floor. I took a half step back to admire this statuesque beauty.

“The panties my love.”

I tugged her panties down and picked up both her bra and panties and set them on the bed. I couldn’t help but notice the wet spot on her panties and the evidence of her desire on her labia. She kicked off her heels and sat on the bed. My unrequited need prompted another lustful look at her nude body.

“Show me how you’d like me to make love to you.” Her eyes had that “come hither” look that drew me like a moth to a flame.

I was new to this, but knew what I liked. I pushed her on her back and started kneading and licking her firm breasts. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back. As I sucked on her nipples she started to moan, encouraging me on. I lowered my hand to her sopping wet cunt and pushed three fingers all the way into her.

“Ahhhh,” the she-devil purred as I stroked her sex with my fingers and continued to lave her breasts with my tongue. My reservations about my sexual orientation had dissolved. I wanted this woman to respond to my lovemaking — to please her.

I used my hand to attenuate her responses. As I went faster her moans increased in intensity and when I slowed her eyes found mine and begged for more. It was thrilling to make love to such a beautiful, seductive woman. She ascended to a peak; her body stiffened like a board, then started to convulse as an orgasm took hold of her body and flung her about as if she was demonically possessed.

“My pet! Ahhhhhhhh. Cumming …” There seemed to be no end to her spasms as I continued to fuck her with my hand. Sweat started to drip down her forehead as she pushed my hand and face away, her body now apparently overstimulated and overly sensitive. I celebrated with the knowledge that I had made this lovely creature experience pleasure to the point of pain. Now what?

Josie remained silent for minutes, catching her breath and taking full stock in the moment. She looked at me lovingly. “It’s your turn now my pet.”

Now nude, my lover had me lay on my side on the bed as she positioned herself behind me. She moved my legs so my top leg was in front of my bottom leg, thus affording her access to my nether regions.

“Have you ever had your ass licked my pet?”

“No.” I had a feeling that I was going to know soon.

She rested her head on my thigh. I could feel her hand lifting up my ass cheek, exposing my anus. Soft kisses on my cheeks followed. I couldn’t stop my thighs from shaking. She probed lightly with her tongue, rimming my rosebud for the first time. I thrust my hips backward into her intimate kiss as I experienced a new and wonderful sensation.

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“Excuse me,” came a voice from right behind my head. Startled, I nearly fell out of my chair. It wasn’t because the voice was that loud, but because I had been drifting off for several minutes and had almost fallen asleep. I turned around to see a middle-aged woman with light bronze skin and dark brown hair. She had a concerned look on her face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you,” she said.

“No, no,” I replied groggily, “You didn’t frighten me. What do you need?”

“I just wanted to know what time the pool closed at. I wanted to get a few laps in before heading home.” I turned around and glanced at the clock on the wall behind me. It read 9:45pm, 15 minutes before closing time, which I told her. “Thank you,” she said with a large smile, “I’m Julie, by the way.” She stuck her hand out. I reached out with mine tentatively. The people who swam here usually weren’t this friendly. She grabbed my hand and shook it enthusiastically.

“I’m Melissa,” I mumbled. I still felt half asleep, and her peppiness was starting to get on my nerves.

“Well Melissa, I’ll be in the pool. I will try to keep an eye on the clock but if I swim past closing time just let me know, okay?” she said, still wearing that huge smile on her face.

I was finally beginning to come back to my senses. I was a lifeguard working at the Day and Night Fitness center, a curious name since the place closed every night at ten. It was a Friday night, and the pool had been dead for almost the entirety of my five-hour shift. The pool area consisted of a medium-sized lap pool with a small whirlpool off to the side. For the past hour there had been just one man sitting in the whirlpool, but as long as someone was in the pool area I was required to sit and watch. It was no surprise that I was having so much trouble staying awake.

Julie sauntered passed me on her way towards the pool, and only then did I notice the rest of her body. My mouth fell open in shock. She was wearing a thong! The women who came here usually only wore one-piece swimsuits. It was rare to even see somebody wear a bikini. But here was Julie who not only was wearing a maroon-colored string bikini that left little to the imagination, but she was also wearing a matching thong!

To my dismay I found that I could not stop staring at her. She got to the edge of the pool, set a towel that she had been carrying down on the ground beside her, and started to do stretches. She had the best body that I had ever seen on another woman. I was 19 and was just out of high school. I had been friends with some of the more athletic girls, so I was used to seeing women who were in shape, but Julie was something else! She didn’t appear to have to have an ounce of fat on her, but she was not skinny. She was muscular, but not nearly muscular enough to look grotesque. She has the body that I have always wanted, I thought to myself. I had never gotten into sports while I was in school. I wasn’t overweight by any means, but I still had a thin layer of baby fat that I had yet to get rid of. I continued to watch her. Her breasts were average in size, but very perky. She had wide hips and her butt was wonderfully round.

I stopped. What was I doing? I turned away from her quickly while she was still in the middle of her stretches. I had never found myself admiring another woman like that before. What is wrong with me, I thought to myself, I shouldn’t be looking at her like this! But I couldn’t stop. I was entranced. I slowly moved my gaze back towards her. She was bending over and touching her toes at an angle so that her butt was pointing right towards me! I began to feel a warmth between my legs, and before I could react she slowly stood up straight. She then looked in my direction, gave me a wink, and jumped into the pool.

While she swam laps I tried to make sense of the way that I was feeling. I never had any kind of sexual feelings for a woman before, but there was just something irresistible about Julie. I wasn’t really experienced with this kind of thing either. I had plenty of friends in high school, but they were almost all girls. I became shy and awkward whenever I was around any guys, so I have never had a boyfriend. I continued to try to interpret my feelings until I noticed the man who was originally in the whirlpool get out and dry himself off. He walked towards the locker room leaving Julie and I alone in the pool area. I turned around to look at the clock and saw that it was ten. Julie was still swimming laps and seemed to be oblivious to the time. I realized that I would have talk to her. My stomach sank, but the warmth between my legs returned. I will just tell her she has to leave, and I’ll never have to see her again, I told myself. I slid out of my chair and made my way to the end of the pool. She swam with her face in the water, and as she approached me I could tell that she didn’t notice me. I crouched down and stuck my arm into the water to get her attention. As she reached the end of the pool and my arm she stopped swimming. She lifted her head out of the water, then looked at me and smiled.

“Melissa,” she said in a friendly voice, “is it time for me to get out already?”

I tried to tell her yes, but orhangazi escort my voice caught in my throat. What came out sounded more like a squeak than a word, so I just nodded my head. She then pulled herself up and stepped out of the pool before I had a chance to move back and give her some space. I was still crouching, and she had gotten out so quickly that water splashed all over my face. Instinctively, I closed my eyes and wiped myself off. When I opened my eyes again I found myself staring once again at her beautiful butt. This time she was bending over to pick up her towel, and my face was level with it and only a few inches away. My jaw hit the floor. It was the most magnificent thing that I had ever seen. I tried to look away, not wanting her to catch me staring, but I was too transfixed. After what felt like an eternity, but must have only been seconds, she grabbed her towel, stood up straight, and turned around to face me. This left me staring straight at her crotch. Once again I was overcome with her beauty.

Before I had the time to admire this side of her she said, “It was wonderful meeting you Melissa, I hope to see you again.” She held out her hand again.

I finally managed to stand up, but I couldn’t keep my legs from shaking. They felt like rubber. I reached my hand out to grab hers. As we shook hands I managed to say, “You too, Julie.” My voice was wavering and I could feel myself start to blush. I knew that she must have been able to see how nervous I was, and that knowledge only made things worse. Thankfully, with a small wave and another smile she turned away from me and began to make her way towards the locker room. As she walked away I continued to stare; at her legs, at her butt, at her back, at everything. The way her hips swayed, and the way water was running down her body was just intoxicating. Finally she got to the door leading into the women’s locker room and went inside.

I staggered back towards the lifeguard’s chair and sat down. This was just too much too bare. I had never felt this way before, not even with a man let alone a woman. The warmth between my legs was back, this time accompanied by wetness. Oh god, I thought, I can’t do this. But I couldn’t help myself. Female lifeguards were required to wear a one-piece swimsuit covered by a pair of board shorts and a tank top with a lifeguard emblem. The pool area was also completely enclosed, and there were only a small set of windows that looked out on the lobby, which was empty, at least for the moment. I took off the shorts and tank top and made my way to the whirlpool. It wasn’t unheard of for a lifeguard to use the pool for a short while after closing. I turned on the jets and got in. I couldn’t believe that I was actually considering this, but I could no longer deny how turned on I was.

I sat down, facing away from the windows, and quickly moved my swimsuit out of the way. My fingers found my vagina instantly and I shoved them inside. I was too aroused to bother warming myself up first. I pumped my fingers in and out as fast as I could while simultaneously rubbing my clitoris. The pleasure I felt was indescribable. I stopped for a moment to ease the top of my swimsuit down, exposing my breasts. I started to rub them with one hand while I continued to masturbate with the other. The entire time I was thinking about her angelic body; her butt, her breasts, her crotch, they all were flashing through my mind. I continued on for several minutes until I finally felt an orgasm tear through me. My body was on fire. I couldn’t think. It was the best orgasm that I had ever had. Not until I finally came down off of that unbelievable high did I begin to think about what I had just done.

I have just masturbated in a public pool, I thought to myself. Since I had never had a boyfriend I was no stranger to masturbation, but that was always in the privacy of my own room. What I did felt wrong, even if the pool was empty besides me, but as I thought about it more I could feel myself getting hotter, so I pushed it out of my mind. Then I finally remembered what had started all of this in the first place. It was Julie; she was the one who turned me on. I just brought myself to an orgasm while thinking of a woman! Does this mean that I am a lesbian now? No, I still want to be with guys, but then why did Julie affect me this way, am I bisexual?

These thoughts continued to loop around in my head until I finally told myself out loud and with conviction, “I am not a lesbian, I am not bisexual, and I am not a pervert,” I was beginning to feel a little better, “This was just a one time occurrence, and it only happened because of her body. She had the body that I had always wanted, so it was only natural for me to react that way when I saw it.” I had a nagging feeling that my excuse was a weak one, but I pushed that thought out of my mind.

I still have to close the pool, I realized. It was 10:15 now, and if I didn’t finish putting everything away, locking everything up, and didn’t clock out by 10:30, then I would be in trouble. I rearranged my swimsuit and got to work. I went fast and was finished by 10:20. I grabbed the clothes that I had taken off earlier nilüfer escort and headed to the locker room. I kept a towel inside my locker so I could dry myself off there. Unsurprisingly the room was empty, although I could hear one of the showers running. Probably just another employee, I thought. I got to my locker and threw the clothes inside. I still had ten minutes, enough time for a quick shower. Why bother clocking out early? I walked towards the showers, which were in an area partially enclosed from the rest of the locker room, when I saw her. It wasn’t another employee taking a shower, it was her, it was Julie, and now she wasn’t wearing anything at all.

I gulped, the feeling of warmth between my legs quickly returned. My legs, which felt sturdy just seconds before, now felt like they were made of paper. She was facing away from me, and since she was wearing a thong before, what I saw now was not much different. But the simple knowledge that she was completely nude was enough to reignite the feelings that I had from earlier. My hand quickly found my vulva, and I started to rub myself through my swimsuit. Once I realized what I was doing I quickly pulled my arm back. I’ll just clock out now and shower afterwards, I thought to myself. I turned around and was ready to scurry away when I heard her voice.

“Hi Melissa. No need to be shy. There’s enough room in here for at least ten people. I’m sure we can manage with just two.” I slowly turned around. Her body was still facing away from me, but she was looking over her shoulder and smiling. What do I do now? I thought to myself, there’s no way that I can shower with her, what is she even still doing here? But I didn’t know what else I could do. There were no stalls in the shower area, just a series of showerheads positioned on the walls. I slowly made my way inside and chose the showerhead furthest from her. I turned the shower on, determined to go as quickly as possible. I stared at the floor and tried to remember important dates in history. I did math equations in my head. I tried to do anything to keep my mind off of her.

“Come on, we’re not strangers are we?” I jumped. Her voice came from my right side, and it sounded very close. “I’m sorry,” she laughed in a friendly way, “I keep on startling you. I’m not trying to, honest.”

While still looking at the floor I slowly turned my head to the right. Her feet and part of her legs came into my view, and from the position of her feet I could tell that she was facing me. I jerked my head away as quickly as I could, but it took all the willpower that I could muster to keep myself from turning my head back towards her. I wanted to see her. I wanted to admire her. “I’m sorry Julie, but only employees are allowed to be in the building this late,” I said while continuing to stare at the floor. My voice wavered even more than it had the last time that I had talked to her.

“Shh, you won’t tell will you? There is nothing that I love more than a long and hot shower after a workout. I would take one at home, but my water heater is broken.”

I realized that there was no way for me to get out of this, besides just running away, and I didn’t think that I had the courage to just tell her to leave. This is ridiculous, I said silently to myself, we’re both just women. Women shower here together all of the time. I’ve done it too. I lifted my head up and turned it so that I was looking towards her face. I was careful to not look any lower. “It’s not a problem,” I managed to say, “you’ll be fine as long as you finish before the janitors arrive to clean up.” I quickly directed my gaze back towards the floor.

“Wonderful!” she exclaimed. Even though I had only showered for around a minute I decided that it was good enough. As I was about to turn off the shower Julie spoke again. I cringed, but I felt that it would be too rude, and too awkward for me to leave while she was trying to talk to me. “This is a pretty nice place. Have you worked here long?”

“Three years,” I mumbled, still staring at the floor. Julie kept on talking while I studied every inch of the floor around me. I couldn’t take it anymore. The allure of her hard, toned body, covered in water, was too much. I was more aroused than I had ever thought possible, even more so than I was in the whirlpool. It felt like a small gust of air would be sufficient to bring me to an orgasm. My legs began to tremble. I wanted to look at her so bad. Then I felt something on my shoulder. I realized that I hadn’t been listening to a single thing that she was saying. I looked up at my shoulder and saw her hand! “What are you doing?” I yelped.

“Relax,” she said, still sounding cheerful and friendly, “I was just going to ask you why you’re wearing your swimsuit in the shower. You’re not going to get very clean with that thing on.”

“I’m just shy, I guess,” I didn’t know what else to say.

“There’s no need to be shy. We’re all girls here.” I felt the hand that had been resting on my shoulder move towards the shoulder strap of my swimsuit. Her other hand found the other one. Shockwaves shot through my body. I thought that my legs were going to give out. “These public pools türbanlı escort have so much chlorine in them. You’ll pay for it later if you don’t shower well now.” She started to slip my swimsuit off. She pulled it down slowly, exposing my breasts. She then bent down in front of me as she pulled it down past my waist and let it drop to the floor.

Her face was right in front of my crotch! From her angle there was no way that she could not see how turned on I was. I had to say something, or apologize, anything! It took me a few seconds to realize that she was looking up at me. I looked down at her and had to suppress a moan. The position that she was in and the way she stared up at me made it look like she was expecting something. It was so erotic. There was only one thing that she could have wanted. I knew what it was even though I had never thought of actually doing it before this day, but I couldn’t stand it any longer. “Well?” she said. I began to spread my legs slowly by sliding my feet apart from each other. I stopped when I thought that she would have enough room. “Your feet?” she asked.

“Wha…” I stammered as I looked down at my feet. I saw my swimsuit bunched around my ankles and realized that she had only wanted me to step up and out of it.

“Wouldn’t want you to trip now, would we?” She smiled up at me, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I had been spreading my legs, and that her face was inches away from my vulva, which was swollen with pleasure.

Before I had time to comprehend any of what had just happened she spoke again, but her voice had changed. It was low and sultry. “Although I really like your idea too, Melissa.” She slowly stood up until her face was inches from mine. She stared into my eyes, then leaned forward and brushed her lips across mine. I instinctively moved forward wanting more, but she pulled herself back slowly while a mischievous grin spread across her face. “What kind of a girl has sex in a public shower?” she said, her voice even more seductive than before. She turned away from me and began to stroll out of the shower area. As she left I stared at her wonderful behind and marveled at the way her hips swayed back and forth. After what simultaneously felt like an eternity and an instant in time she turned a corner and was out of my sight.

Something had happened to me when Julie’s lips touched mine. All of my fear and apprehension disappeared. All that was left was a burning passion and desire that I had never felt before. I no longer cared if I was a lesbian or not. I only knew that I wanted her. I left the showers with enough time to see her head towards the lockers, but she didn’t stop there. She continued to the door that led to the pool and stopped in front of it. She couldn’t possibly mean to go out there, I thought. Both of us were still naked. But that very thought was enough to make me quiver with excitement. Was I becoming an exhibitionist now too? As I saw her standing there facing the door I realized that in my fear and excitement I still hadn’t gotten a good look at her naked from the front. She slowly turned herself around towards me, and I made sure not to miss a thing this time. I took in every inch of her body and paid extra attention to what had been covered by her swimsuit earlier. Her breasts were firm and perky, and her nipples were rock hard. Her pubic hair was slightly trimmed, and I could tell from the state of her vulva that she was almost as aroused as I was.

“I know what you want, but doing it in the shower just feels… tacky,” she said as she moved closer to me. She put her arms around me and pulled me towards her. Her wet body pressed against mine as we kissed. This time it was more than just a peck. It was deep and passionate. I knew that I was inexperienced, but she expertly guided her tongue through my mouth. The feeling was indescribable, but short-lived. After what felt like only a few moments she pulled herself away from me. “There is just something about a late night swim that feels so erotic,” she hinted. I remembered that I had locked the door to the pool earlier.

Before she could say another word I turned around and dashed towards my locker, which is where I had put the key before getting in the showers. I could not control myself any longer. Lust and desire had completely taken me over, but I still had enough sense to think about what I was doing. I passed by a clock and saw the time, 10:40. It was past the time that I was supposed to have clocked out and left, but that didn’t bother me. I began to puzzle everything out in my head as I reached my locker, grabbed the key, and started to head back towards Julie. At this time the only people who should still be in the building are the custodians and the manager on duty. The custodians would probably be cleaning the weight room at this time, and the manager would most likely be in his office finishing up the day’s work. The only windows in the pool area looked out into the lobby, and that should be empty at this time. I came to a stop as I realized what I was doing. Here I was trying to figure out how to get away with having sex in a public pool, and with another woman at that! Even just a few hours ago I never would have thought that I was capable of anything like this. The thought of running away crept into my mind, but before I could act on it Julie drifted back into my view. Seeing her naked body again made all of my fears disappear. I knew that there was no way that I would be able to control myself.

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Butterflies whizzed through my stomach as I stood waiting in the airport. I couldn’t believe that I was finally going to see Lucy face to face. We’d been chatting on the internet for ages and swapping photos. I knew that she was apprehensive, that she had just travelled across the world to meet a girl when she’d only ever been with boys. And she was young too. A couple of years younger than me.

I found it bizarre that she was the one travelling to see me, but with my work commitments it had been easier for me to pay for her to come here than for me to go the other way.

I scanned the faces as they appeared up the ramp from the aerobridge, desperately seeking my first glimpse of her beautiful face.

My heart skipped a beat as I spied her. She was even more beautiful than the pictures that I’d seen. She hadn’t spied me yet and there was a cute look of apprehension on her face as she scanned the waiting crowd, seeking me out. Finally our gaze met. A grin split her face and it was like her face was lit up by a wondrous light.

I waved and she hurried past the other people that were now starting to greet each other. She hesitated two steps from me.

“Lucy!” I said, my voice husky and I opened my arms and drew her into a hug, feeling her slim form as I crushed it within my embrace, her breasts squashed against mine. How I longed to hold her naked like this! I wanted to kiss her, but waited, knowing that it was something that she hadn’t done and thinking that she may not want the first time to be in such a public place.

“Oh Nikki!” She said, stepping back, “I can’t believe that I am here in Australia; with you!” I held her hands in mine, scanning my eyes up and down her body, a grin plastered across my face like it was never going to be removed. I drank in her accent as she spoke to me, feeling my insides quiver in anticipation.

“Let’s get out of here. I want to take you home!” I said.

“Sure thing,” Lucy replied. I took one of her bags from her and we made our way to the baggage carousel where we stood chatting happily until Lucy’s remaining bags appeared. We grabbed them, put them on a trolley and walked out to the car. I so wanted to hold her hand, but because I was pushing the trolley it was a little difficult.

As we drove out to my place, I took the opportunity to hold her hand. It was warm, smooth and delicate and seemed to be made just for the purpose of sitting within my own.

Within the confines of my bedroom, we sat facing each other on the bed, conversation having stalled for a moment, tense anticipation in the air between us. There still had not been a kiss.

“You must be exhausted from the flight,” I said to her as a yawn broke across her face. It was replaced by a sheepish grin.

“Sorry …” Lucy started.

“Don’t be sorry, it’s a long flight. Why don’t you have a sleep and then this afternoon I can take you to the beach?”

“Oh that sounds lovely,” Lucy answered. I told her that she could sleep in my bed (since it was the only one at this point!) and watched as she prepared for sleep. Lucy was wearing a cute pair of shorts and a black t-shirt with runners. She removed her shoes and socks, and then I watched with delightful anticipation as she began to pull her shorts down her wonderful legs.

I stared lustfully as I saw the black thong that she was wearing, it was so hot. I wanted to run a finger across the material, but restrained myself, fearful of treading too far too fast.

Lucy blushed under my open admiration and I apologised for staring.

“Its ok, I’m just still getting comfortable with the prospect of actually being here.”

“That’s fine sweetie,” I told her. “I’ll let you get into bed in peace and if you’re not awake at lunch time, I’ll come and get you.”

“Thank you,” she said. I stood up next to her and took her in a hug.

“Sleep well, beautiful,” I said, pecking her on her lips. They were as soft as I’d imagined they would be. I wanted more! Lucy held onto me for a second longer, before releasing me and sitting back on the bed. I smiled at her, drew the curtains closed and left the room.

An hour later, as Lucy slept, I nervously looked for things that might need cleaning in my apartment. I had spent days trying to get everything perfect, but was worried I’d missed something. I couldn’t find anything. I was tempted to go in and see her sleeping, but couldn’t bear the thought of upsetting her if I happened to wake her up. I’d just have to wait until it was lunch time.

A morning had never passed so slowly for me as that one, but finally it was lunch time. I opened the door to my room and quietly went inside. I drew one curtain back slightly to allow a bit of the summer light into the room and then sat on the bed.

My gaze took in the black bra that had been abandoned beside the bed before I glanced down at her perfect and angelic sleeping features. As I did so her eyes opened and a pleasant smile creased her face as she slowly adjusted to where she was and who was sitting there.

“Nikki,” she said sleepily. I just leaned down bursa otele gelen escort and kissed her gently on the lips.

“Hello sleepy head,” I said, removing my lips from hers after a slight delay.

“Your bed is so cosy and the pillow smells of you,” she told me, smiling as she sat up. She had her t-shirt on and I could see the faint outline of a nipple pushing against the material. Oh to be able to touch them!

“Care for some lunch and then the beach?” I asked her. Lucy nodded happily.

“But I’d like to shower before the beach if that’s ok?”

“Um sure, we usually shower after, but that’s fine.” Lucy laughed.

“I do to, its just I feel all mussed up after the flight and sleeping and all. It will help wake me up.

“Wonderful!”

I told Lucy to meet me in the kitchen for lunch when she was ready. She stood up out of bed, pulled her shorts on then followed me barefoot. Knowing that she hadn’t bothered with the bra was going to drive me nuts.

After lunch I showed her where the bathroom was and got her a clean towel, telling her that I’d be waiting for her when she was ready for the beach. As she rustled in her bag for the clothes that she was after, she said to me, “You can come in and talk to me if you like.” A blush rose in her face as she said it, belaying the calm ease with which the words flowed from her tongue.

I followed Lucy into the bathroom, my stomach quivering with the anticipation of seeing her naked for the first time. I sat on the edge of the bath and Lucy moved to the shower, turning on the water and adjusting the temperature. She turned and smiled at me shyly then as she pulled her t-shirt over her head. I melted, there were her perfect breasts.

They were flawless I decided. They sat perfectly upon her chest and were crowned by adorable nipples. Then she pulled her shorts down and stood before me in her thong, still blushing.

Lucy visibly took a deep breath as she took the sides of her thong in her hand and pulled them down her toned legs. As she stood again, my eyes were glued to her pussy. It was bald and perfect. I was in heaven.

“My god Lucy, you are so perfect,” I said huskily.

“Thank you,” she said quietly and then stepped into the shower.

I sat on the bath, watching, taking every inch of her naked skin until the clear glass fogged up to the point that I couldn’t see more than a teasing, hazy outline. It made it no less erotic, seeing her luxuriating in the shower as steam travelled upwards towards the exhaust fan. When her hands moved in the direction of her breasts, I wanted to pull the screen door wide so that I could see her cup and squeeze them. Or better yet, just step into the water with her, clothes and all.

But I held back. We chatted whilst she was in there and when I heard the water shut off, grabbed a clean towel from the cupboard and held it out for her to step into.

As Lucy stepped forward and out of the shower, I enfolded her within the towel, holding her close to me, feeling the warmth of the water radiating from her body. Our eyes met and there was a connection. Our faces moved closer together, lips parting. Tentatively I felt our mouths join together and gently probed forward with my tongue. I was delighted when I found her tongue doing the same thing and it was like a spark travelled from my tongue to my groin, igniting my erogenous zones along the way.

Gently we kissed, then a little more aggressively as our passion built, tongues fencing and exploring within each others mouths. After a couple of minutes, we broke apart.

“Wow,” Lucy said, a grin on her face that must have reflected my own, deliriously happy grin.

“Wow indeed.” I just stared into her eyes, captivated, a thousand thoughts running through my mind, but none of them daring to make the dash to escape from my mouth. “Beach?” I said simply.

“Yes!” Lucy replied enthusiastically. She picked up the clothes that she’d brought in and I sat down on the edge of the bath to watch her dress. It was amazingly erotic watching her put on her bikini and then a mini-skirt and tank top over the top, almost as erotic as having watched her undress. I pressed my legs together, feeling the warmth and moisture that had built in my pussy. Then we went to my room, where I undressed before her.

Lucy sat on the bed and I was glad to see that she was as entranced as I had been when she had been removing her own clothes. I flagrantly paraded naked about the room looking for my swim suit, even though I knew exactly where it was.

“I could watch you walk around like that all day,” Lucy said, smiling at me as I bent over in front of her to pick up my discarded clothes.

“Well that could of course be tomorrow’s plan,” I suggested, laughing. Lucy laughed in return and then sat quietly whilst I donned my bikini.

Lucy and I drove to the beach, laughing and talking and singing along with the radio. I was thrilled at how well we clicked with each other. It was one thing to do this over the internet but something else escort bayan entirely to have my gorgeous Lucy in the car with me.

We found a park and hot-stepped across the white sand to lay our towels down on the firmer part of the beach, Lucy standing for awhile to admire our gorgeous beach. I stripped off the skirt and t-shirt that I had put on over my bikini and Lucy followed suit. Then I grabbed the sunscreen and offered to rub some on Lucy’s back. She smiled at me over her shoulder as she knelt down for me.

“Lie down, sweetie,” I said. She did and I knelt beside her, squirting some of the sunscreen across her skin, my eyes scanning her flawless beauty, especially the way her bikini hugged her taught buttocks.

I put the tube of cream down and started at her shoulders, my hands firmly rubbing the cream in, taking the opportunity to knead her muscles and massage her at the same time. I asked her to pull her hair aside and very gently touched her neck, my fingers caressing her. My pussy was already tingling just from this innocent touch. I slowly moved down her back, ensuring that every inch of her was adequately protected from the harsh Aussie sun. As my hands went past her straps, I allowed my fingers to curl down her sides towards her breasts, trying to catch just the merest touch. Then I went lower until I reached the top of her bottoms. My fingers snaked teasingly under the waistband but no further.

This left me with her legs. I took up the tube again and ran a trail of sunscreen first up her left leg and then up her right. I started rubbing it into her left leg, revelling in her tight muscles.

“Diving is obviously good for you,” I said, “Your legs are so hot!” Lucy giggled. I moved up to the back of her thigh, my eyes now glued to the crotch of her bikini as my fingers moved ever closer. I slid my hand right up under the fabric and squeezed her bum cheek, then slid back down her leg before moving to the right one.

I repeated the procedure on her right leg, though this time, allowed my fingers to brush her crotch such that only the material of her suit separated her pussy from my fingers. Just the thought of it set me on fire. Lucy moaned at the gentle touch.

“Roll over, I have to do the front,” I said to her. Lucy rolled over, grinning at me as I saw myself reflected in the lenses of her sun-glasses. For a little while I did nothing more than stare at her pretty face. Then I included her luscious body. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have her here.

I ran my fingers lightly across her stomach before picking up the sunscreen and spiralling a trail around and around on her belly. Gently I started to rub it in, my fingers moving all over her abdomen, teasing, threatening to plunge beneath the waist band of her bikini towards her pussy or up under her top, but not quite doing either. I rubbed cream into her chest and this time allowed my fingers to slip over her breast, grazing her nipple, drawing a pleasured shudder from her.

“Now I’m going to do the rest of your legs,” I told her, grinning madly. Lucy watched as my hands massaged cream into her legs, my fingers again teasing around her pussy. At one point, unable to stand it, I quickly grabbed the crotch of her bikini and pulled it aside for a quick glimpse of heaven. I saw moisture glistening there and it was all I could do not to touch it. I quickly settled her bottoms where they belonged and told her that I was finished.

“Finished?” Lucy asked, a cheeky smile on her face, “I think you’ve only just got me started!” I leaned over her and kissed her gently on the lips.

“My turn to touch you … I mean put cream on you,” Lucy said. I grinned and lay down on my towel.

“Oh by the way, those guys over there are so checking us out,” I laughed. Lucy blushed furiously. “Don’t worry, I don’t think they know anyone you do,” I winked and Lucy laughed and relaxed a little. “Its one of the good things about being a girl, it’s not obvious when you are aroused. I bet those guys have all got massive hard-ons from watching me touch you. I know if I was a guy I would, just based on how wet my pussy is!”

“I know what you mean,” Lucy said. I rolled onto my tummy and closed my eyes, anticipation building the moment to when Lucy would put the cream on me and touch me. It was like a fine network of electrical pulses spread out from the contact when it came. It electrified me. Her hands were tentative at first, merely spreading the cream. But as Lucy became more assured with what she was doing, her touch firmed. It was bliss.

She mimicked the little tricks that I’d played on her, teasing at the edges of my bikini, stealing the slightest intimate touches as she moved over my body. By the time that I rolled over for her to do my front, the crotch of my bikini was utterly soaked. I longed to take it off and have Lucy begin exploring me, but a public beach was hardly going to be the place for that. Then, by the time that she’d finished applying the sunscreen, I noticed that quite a few guys had set their towels down in a concentrically mudanya escort decreasing proximity to us. Obviously they were thinking that we’d be their entertainment for the day. I wasn’t about to allow that to happen though and Lucy and I simply lay back and sunbathed for a while. When we went for a swim, many of the boys followed us to the water, pretending that it was a coincidence, of course. Lucy and I laughed about it, but gave them little to get excited about.

We stood close in the water, with it up to our chests, our hands linked beneath the water. Occasionally I’d run my fingers across Lucy’s tummy or hips, once or twice grabbing her cute little but as well, but we were careful to show nothing above the water line. It was like stealing cookies from the cookie jar and just seemed to make it all that much more enjoyable.

As the sun started to sink towards the horizon, I suggested that perhaps we should be heading home. We pulled our tops on over our bikinis and donned our shorts. When we were ready, I decided to give the guys that were left on the beach one little thrill to go home with. I pulled Lucy close to me and gently sent my tongue delving within her mouth, kissing her intimately. Lucy returned the kiss enthusiastically and then we left the beach.

Glancing back we laughed when we saw the guys with the mouths open in shock and lust, watching us depart.

I told Lucy that I was going to take her out for dinner to celebrate her arrival as we drove home, which of course necessitated us both getting cleaned up when we got there. This time when Lucy stepped under the flowing water of the shower, she wasn’t alone.

We were in there a long time. Our hands gradually explored each other, just touching and caressing. I fondled Lucy’s breasts, feeling their perfection, enjoying the way she swooned when my palms grazed her nipples. She returned the favour and I encouraged her to pull and pinch my nipples.

“Really?” she asked.

“Oh yes, I love it, that and having them gently bitten.”

“God I think that would kill me,” she laughed as she took each nipple between thumb and fore finger and pulled them towards her, rolling them. We kissed, our lips melding. With her hair slicked back under the water, I placed delicate kisses on her neck and shoulder blades, my tongue flicking out to place little licks beside the kisses.

I kissed my way down to her breasts. I glanced up at her face and found a look of excited anticipation, tinged with apprehension as my mouth closed over her breast, the first time another girl had done this for her. As I sucked gently upon her nipple and ran my tongue around it, my right hand ran across her belly and then down across her bald pubic mound for the first time. I adored the fact that like me, she kept her pussy hairless. I looked forward to being able to bury my tongue between her succulent lips.

“I want to suck your breast Nikki,” Lucy moaned as my tongue flicked back and forth across her nipple. “I want you to feel this too.” I leant back, presenting my chest to her for her pleasure. She took my small breasts in her hands, kneading and playing with them, before her mouth slowly descended to my nipple.

She licked it at first, her tongue moving back and forth across it, then around and around it. Then she captured it between her lips before sucking my breast within her mouth.

“Oh yes Lucy, that’s great,” I said, encouraging her. I felt her hand caress my mound and I spread my legs, but it went no further. After sucking on my other breast, I pulled her face to mine and kissed her before advising that perhaps we should get out before we were prunes! We stepped out of the shower and dried each other. I continued to pepper Lucy’s skin with tiny kisses at every available opportunity. Then when we had dried ourselves, I took Lucy by the hand and led her to my bedroom.

I turned when we were in my room and as Lucy followed me in, took her in my arms. Our breasts pressed together and I could feel the firm soft flesh of hers against my erect nipples, just as I could feel her nipples pressing against me. Our lips met and our tongues twisted together, dancing in a way that seemed pre-ordained it was so delightful.

My hands slid down Lucy’s body, caressing the perfect subtle curve from her waist to her hip, sliding around to capture her tight butt. I squeezed, delighting in the strength that I felt in her muscles. Diving and swimming were obviously excellent exercises!

My lips moved from hers to gently kiss her cheek and then down across her neck, parting to allow my tongue to caress it between kisses before moving further down and across her collar bone. I led her to my bed, telling her that I wanted her to lay down.

Lucy slowly lowered herself to the mattress and lay out before me. I stared in wonder at her, my eyes refusing to stay still to focus on detail at first as they tried to take in every perfect inch. Lucy’s legs were well toned and gorgeous and at the perfect point where they met, was her pussy. She was completely bare of hair and her lips were already flushed and slightly puffy with desire from the shower and attention that I’d paid her since. I traced my fingers delicately across her flat stomach down the sides, around her perfectly neat belly button and down towards that bald patch. Lucy watched as my fingers moved closer and closer to her pussy lips.

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