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Ugh. Hot. I swear you could use the ground to grill burgers. I glare down at the asphalt, trying to match the ferocity of the sun. My body finally reaches its tolerance for the heat, forcing me to retreat back inside from the balcony. Which to be honest, isn’t any better. Several of the apartments in this building has had their a/c conditioner go out. Including mine.

I finally shed my t-shirt, sporting a black tank top and a black sports bra. The baggy, faded blue jeans will be the next to go. I sink down onto the couch and sigh. I tied my long brown hair up into a pony tail, but the humidity helps a few strands escape. I have four fans blowing, trying to create some kind of air current, and one facing me. I find myself praying that the air conditioner repair man gets here soon.

The door of apartment 16B must be open. I can hear her arguing with someone about her cooling system. She’s loud. And bossy. A little crazy. Incredibly hot. Long, dark brown hair, sun tanned body, and curves that could make hands tremble. Her lips form the most kissable pout I’ve ever seen, and her eyes are a crystal clear blue-green that remind me of rain. Her temper makes her like some kind of tropical storm. Beautiful and destructive. And I just want to drink it all up.

So many times I’ve sat in this exact spot. Dreaming about what it would be like to have her ride my strap-on. Feeling her thighs against mine. Watching her pleasure rise. God, I wanna fuck her so bad. My hands reach down to the zipper of my jeans. I’ve been wearing my harness and its new attachment to get a feel for it. The draining temperature wins and I give up on the struggle to move it aside so I can touch myself as I dream about her. Kasey.

In an attempt to take my mind of her and the blazing heat, I turn on the radio. Music fills the living room and though the temperature seems to rise, due to an additional electronic being used, at least my mood improves.

The yelling across the hallway stops and I hear heavy footsteps quickly making their way to the elevator. Kasey follows them halfway screaming obscenities and then, I assume she walks back to her apartment. I just shake my head at the unnecessary commotion.

Suddenly there’s a loud knock at my door. Who the hell wants to bother me today?

I open the door. To my astonishment and pleasure, Kasey is standing in my doorway. “Do you have any air conditioning?” she asks with her hands on her hips.

As I stand there staring with my mouth open and her impatience rises. “What?” I stammer.

“Is your A/C working?” she repeats.

“Oh. Not it’s not.” I say, disappointedly.

She breathes out in frustration and runs her hands through her hair.

“But, I do have ice cold beer beylikdüzü escort and tea, if that helps any.”

“It doesn’t,” she says pushing her way into my home, “but I’ll still take the beer.”

“Absolutely!”

She plops herself down on the couch, and I work on opening two bottles of beer. As promised they are chilled. I sit on the edge of the coffee table across from her and hand her one. She takes it and gulps a quarter of it down like soda. I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was a little impressed. I take a swig of mine and set it down.

“The heat’s bad isn’t it?” Best I could do for small talk. She gives me a well-that’s-pretty-obvious look and crosses her legs.

“Yeah. In fact I think it’s even hotter in your apartment than mine.”

“Sorry about that. I’ve got all my fans going. Not much else I can do.”

“It’s ok. I’ll probably head out, soon anyways.” Her beer drains another quarter.

“Sure you’re not gonna want another one?” I say teasingly with a raised eyebrow.

“Can I?” She lights up.

“Yeah. Let me go get you another one.”

I rise from my perch and make my way back to the kitchen. I hear her sigh, and so I look over my shoulder. She grabs her hair and pulls it to the top of her head, before letting it spill over the couch. I just want to run my finger through it.

“I don’t know how you do it.” She calls to me.

“Do what?”

“If this was my apartment, I’d be sitting around naked.”

“Well, to be honest I was getting there; till you knocked on my door.”

“Well, we’re both girls! If were gonna go another round of beers, I have to take some of these clothes off.”

I try to swallow the lump beginning to form in my throat.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, is that ok?”

I brace myself on the counter, and then refocus on opening the beers. “Yeah. It’s fine.”

When I get back to the living room she’s tossed her shorts and t-shirt on the ground and is wearing only her bra and panties. She eyes my tank top and I give a thin smile as I set the beers down and pull it off. She looks somewhat disappointed, probably mistaking my reluctance to take my clothes off for modesty. Really it’s to conceal the pretend boner I’m sporting.

After a third round of beers her bra and panties come off. Kasey the hot girl from apartment 16B, is walking around my apartment stark naked. Fuck. This is so much more than I could hope for. She smiles happily from intoxication. Casually and confidently she strolls about, almost parading her amazing body in front of me. No doubt thinking that I’m the kind of girl who would get jealous over such things, wishing that I had her features. Well, in a sense I was. I was wanting escort istanbul her features on me.

She picks up one of the frames on a shelf. “What’s this?” She asks before taking another sip of beer.

“An ex.” I blurt out before I can stop myself.

“Oh?” She looks at me curiously. “Are you a lesbian?”

“Yes.” I say, before taking a drink of the beer in my hand. “Does that bother you?”

“You mean because I’m naked?” She asks.

I nod.

“No.” She says setting it back down and walking to the side of me. “I’m not a lesbian.” She tells me.

“Alright.” I can’t help but admire how comfortable she is with her body, and that somehow makes me uncomfortable. Which she notices. She smirks.

“Do you like what you see?” Her vanity rises up and she stands before me.

“God yes.” I say, unable to lie, unsure if I’d even want to.

Her smile widens and she straddles me. “Do I turn you on?”

“More than you know.” I smile back.

“Show me.” She demands.

And that’s it. I feel myself melt. And it’s been proven. Not even the sun could give off this much heat.

I twist my fingers into her hair, pulling her mouth to mine. My whole body pulses when our lips touch. Hers does too, I can tell by the way she gasps for air. She kisses me harder. I’m giving her what she wants, but she wants it all at once. Oh God her lips feel so good as they take mine into her mouth. She begins to rock on my lap, her body ebbing and flowing, her abs becoming flush with mine, and then her back arching. Closer or deeper? She can’t decide. Her breasts press against my sports bra, and I regret not taking it off sooner. They aren’t much bigger than a handful, but they are so full they could burst.

She begins to moan a little. Just from kissing. Just from grinding on me. I wanna know how wet she is. I wanna feel it on my fingers, on my mouth, on my cock. And that’s when she notices it. As she pushes her hips into mine, I buck my waist up, and she feels my strap on.

“What is that?” She asks, partly dazed from the heat and lightheaded from kissing.

I try very hard not to blush, but I can’t help it. “It’s uh… It’s a strap on.” I admit feeling a little silly, wearing it for, to her, no apparent reason.

“I see.” She removes herself from me and gets on her knees. She takes her time, and runs her hands up my thighs. She undoes the belt. The button. The zipper. Oh fuck. I know I must be dripping wet beneath this harness. Oh fuck. She pulls out my cock out and smirks again. “Do you ever let girls suck it?”

I can only nod.

“Good.” She looks up at me, the look in her eyes makes my heart hammer. She grips it and licks from the base aydınlı escort to the head. She looks so hot doing it. Her lips part and she takes it into her mouth and moves it around with her tongue. She continues to move her hands over my thighs. Up to my hips, where she squeezes. I press into her hands and force her to take the cock a little deeper. We both moan loudly.

Suddenly she stops. She rises from the floor and straddles me again, lowering herself onto my cock. She arches back, her breasts bare in front of me. I pull her close to bring one to my mouth. Carefully I drag my tongue from underneath, to the tip of her nipple, up to her neck. Then I work back down to suck on her nipples. She lifts herself up a ways off the strap on, and moves back down quickly.

“Oh. God, yes.” She breathes. I moan as well, flicking my tongue hard and fast. Her thighs tremble a bit and then she pushes me back against the couch, takes off my sports bra, and takes one of my breasts in her hand and the other in her mouth.

My moaning increases and in turn I thrust against her. “Oh fuck! Yes. You’re cock feels so good! Fuck.”

“Oh god, yes baby.” I say gripping her hips, helping her slide faster on me. “Yes. Ride me hard.”

“Yes. Oh. Yes. Fuck. Fuck this feels so good.” She slams hard onto my cock, and it’s like I can feel her tightening around me.

“Your pussy feels so good on my cock. So fucking tight. So fucking wet.”

“Mmm, fuck. Yes.” She’s riding me so hard. So fast. Her nails dig in as she grips my shoulders, and I’m sure I’ve left a nice brand of fingerprints. Her breasts rub against mine, the sensation drives me insane. She’s so wet it’s soaking through my jeans.

“Fuck. OH, God. Oh. I’m gonna cum.” She’s riding me so hard now that her breasts bounce, and I marvel at the sight of her perfect tits.

“Come baby. I want you to come all over my cock.” I feel like I’m so deep inside her, and as her orgasm mounts so does mine. I feel like I’m going to come inside her. I grab ahold of her hips and thrust, fucking her as hard as I can. Her moans get so loud she’s almost screaming, and I know I’m going to push her over that edge.

“Fuck. Fuck. Oh God, baby, yes! Fuck me hard! Fuck, you’re gonna make me come so fucking hard.”

Her body tenses before she shivers from her orgasm. As her trembling increases and her moaning subsides it’s as if the world stood still for a while. Everything seems quiet. No more static from the radio. The shuffling upstairs has stopped, and the person in the apartment next to mine has turned down their TV. I laugh and look up at Kasey. She laughs a little too.

She kisses me swiftly on the mouth. “I think I’m gonna go shower,” She says running a hand through her hair.

“Yeah. Um. Want me to grab you a towel?”

Kasey laughs. “No. At my apartment.” She throws her t-shirt back on, and zips up her shorts. She grabs her underwear off the floor and heads to my door. “But, you’re welcome to join me.” She says over her shoulder with a seductive half smile.

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I let the warm water cascade over me while, with one hand, I soaped my pert little titties and my other hand softly rubbed my tingling pussy and one clipped nail gently tickled my hard, throbbing clit. Just gently.

I wasn’t pussy-rubbing for a cum; I was just enjoying relaxing and feeling the tensions of a long work week ease out of my tired muscles as I thought of the smorgasbord of women who would be out and about on a Friday night.

For whatever reason I hadn’t scored in a couple of weeks and I was hoping my recent bad luck would change tonight.

As I mellowed and relaxed, I allowed the last couple of week-ends to run through my mind. As well as my coming up dry.

Friday and Saturday nights in my favorite hang-out, which some genius had named simply, Puzzies, was usually easy hunting ground for a big, strong butch like me. Lezzy or straight or Bi or curious or just confused, my bar was usually full of chicks and women on the week-ends and I usually had my pick. Like I said, I’m strong and confident, always packing, which I never try to hide. Sexy femmes, those looking for a certain kind of lovin’, the kind studs like me dish out, usually drool. Often I find the straight and the bi and the curious and the confused to be easy pickin’s because these women can con themselves that being in the sack with me doesn’t necessarily label them as lez. After all, complete with my trusty ‘cock’, I can pound them like any guy, they can feel my muscles as I pound ’em, they can feel the strength in my hands as I grip their hair when they drool on my ‘cock’ and ‘blow me’.

But, for all of that, I am still a woman. And once I’ve treated them and me to some cums, I do know how to act ‘womanly’ and give these women – if I like them at all and if they’ve done a good enough number on me in the sack – what they don’t often get from the men. They might enjoy the rough and tough and strength ’til they’ve had their fun but, often, after, they want the kissing and the cuddling, some tenderness, the assurances that their ‘man’ appreciates them and cares about them. What is that old joke? I can fake sincerity with the best of them? Well, no, let’s be honest, here, OK? Like I said, despite my ‘manliness’ and my preferences in the sack, I am still a woman. I like to be in charge, I make sure I am always in charge, but I do not mind being on the receiving end of some tenderness myself, after the deed is done – as long as she doesn’t get way carried away – and don’t mind reciprocating. Especially if she has been good enough in the sack that she is worth another go-round. See. A woman in the sack with me gets the best of both worlds.

And, obviously, that is another ‘gift’ I can give them. Even the best male stud has his limits but this particular stud knows no limits and I can pound ’em ’til they beg for mercy, if that is what they want. And, yeah, while it has been told to me that most guys are real fuckin’ amateurs when it comes to going down on the rug, me, I love gobblin’ the gash, slurpin’ the soup, and I can make most women’s pussies overflow their banks.

Two hours later, I walk up to the bouncer at the door of Puzzies. She’s Randi, a ‘manly’ girl also and, her and I, we’ve had a few go-rounds. We like each other and it’s a friendly competition of mutual respect. Twice before, when we both had came up dry, we’d had a ‘gay’ night. Both strapped up, we’d hopped in the sack like a couple of gay-boys and romped. We skipped dongin’ asses but we’d ‘blown’ each other and cock-rubbed and hand-jobbed each other and found that while most women were sorta clueless about it and we had to do it for our own selves as we fucked ’em, we were experts at manipulating each other’s strap-cocks for maximum clitty-stimulation and we both gave each other some good cums. And after, we’d kissed and cuddled – just a little – and laughed and laughed and wondered – again minus any ass-jamming – if that was just how the gay-boys did it for real.

Randi’s eyes gleam. “Hey, stud,” she purrs. “How’s it hanging?”

I check her out, up and down, like what I see – but tonight I’m really in the mood for a real ‘femme’ chicken.

“It’s hanging just fine, Randi,” I reply. “It’s rough and ready to go. Any takers inside?”

“Stud, if you can’t get laid tonight, you ain’t half tryin’,” she answers. “Femme city, baby. I’ve had a few droolin’ on me already. Just you leave me a little something-something, you hear?”

Then I’m passed her, into Nirvana.

I stride confidentially to the bar and order a scotch. I slide onto a bar stool, make sure my skin tight jeans are smoothed out, emphasizing my ‘package’, sip and survey.

Randi’s right. The joint is packed and I only spy a few butches like me and Randi. Now, sometimes it is just a numbers game. Some femme-chicks only like other femme-chicks and, even though I can be soft and tender sometimes, if I want, and even though I always figure – to each their own – I just wonder just how syrupy sweet it gets in bed with two sweet femmes ataköy escort femming it up. But there are always those femmes, as I’ve already noted, who want what I’m packing. Some so they can kid themselves they ain’t lez. Some just because they prefer the ‘cock’ but just can’t stand who ‘cocks’ are attached to. So I check out who’s checking out me and the other butches. And, like I say, sometimes it is just a numbers game and the numbers are favorable tonight as there is me and Randi and only about 5 other real obvious man-type lezzies. And the femmes just keep coming. No need for a ‘dry’ night or a ‘gay’ night with Randi tonight. My pussy tingles at the thought of a sweet pussy drooling on my cock right soon.

“Hey there,” I hear on a voice on my right. “Do you dance, stud? Do you wanna waltz me around?”

I swivel that way slowly and watch as her eyes go right to the ole basket. “You talkin’ to me, honey?” I ask. “I ain’t gonna even consider waltzing you ’round ’til I see if I like what you’re offering.”

She’s a doll. Long, silky looking, wavy black hair, hanging on her shoulders and boobs and trailing down her back. Just the nice kind of hair I like to feel in my hands when she’s slobbering on my cock. Jutting tits. She’s wearing a sexy dress and I see luscious legs. She’s a package and she talked to me first. I see no real reason not to dance her around a little. When I’m ready to. With my iron arms around her and what I am sure is her luscious ass in my strong hands, I’ll grind some cock into her and she how she reacts.

But, first. “Sit your sweet ass down, doll,” I tell her, pointing at the empty seat beside me. “I’m gonna finish my drink and another then I might figure you’re worth a trip to the dance floor. What’cha drinking, doll? What’s your name?”

Her tight cocktail dress, shimmered and glistened and moved, interestingly, as she sat. She held out her hand.

“My name’s Naomi,” she said. And she named some syrupy ‘woman’s’ drink.

I signalled the bartender for another Scotch and made finger signals that she knew meant to bring the doll beside me whatever she was drinking.

Meantime, I had taken her offered hand and I had first shook it like men shake and was now holding it, tightly, letting her feel my strength.

“I’m Jake,” I told her. “Pleased to meet ‘ya,”

She didn’t blink at the name ‘Jake’. Actually it’s Janice, but my first partner on my first trucking job, had took one look at me and named me Jake. I’d liked it and still do.

The bartender sat down some drinks in front of us.

“May I have my hand back, Jake?” she asked. “I may need it.”

“For what, Naomi? You’ve got another.”

“But what if you get fresh and I have to slap your face while I’m holding my drink in my other hand?” she asked.

“Well, Naomi,” I chuckled. “Number one, I reckon if I was to get fresh, a doll like you would probably be liking it and not thinking of slapping me. And number two, just because you’re a woman, don’t think I wouldn’t slap you back, baby. After all, I’m a woman too, you know. A man shouldn’t hit a woman, I know, but just because I’m ‘manly’, it still don’t make me a man. And right now, I gotta admit, doll, that I’m damn glad I’m not a man. Because, if I was a guy, a doll looks like you, I don’t think we’d be chit-chatting so nicely when we’ve just met. Most guys I know would be only having one thought in their minds right now and that is, ‘how do I get this Naomi into my bunk?'”

She took a sip and laughed. “You mean to tell me there, Jake, that you aren’t having that exact same thought?”

I chugged the last of my first drink and picked up my second.

“Well, now, Naomi. You got me there. Of course, I was thinking of how to get you into my bunk. You got the goodies and you flaunt the goodies like you are right now and how is any woman like me expected to not want to sample the goods? But, if you aren’t interested in what I can offer, that is where me not being a man is a real plus. Because we can sit and have decent conversation and maybe even help each other out into getting what we are interested in. Man and a woman can maybe do that too – maybe. But in my experience not half as good as two gals.”

Hey. I was just giving her the straight talk. If she really wasn’t interested, I needed to know. And I wasn’t lying. I’d sit and have ‘womanly’ conversation with her anyway. At least until it was time to make my move on someone more interested than her. And mostly, I find if I am blunt and put the cards on the table, it can help some dilly-dallying, can’t-make-up-their-cotton-pickin’-mind femmes, turn that corner and make a decision. And if she was really willy-nilly and not likely to ever make up her mind and take the plunge – well, I needed to know that too, didn’t I?

Besides, every instinct I had told me Naomi was, indeed, interested and that she was my score for tonight. Without making the slightest move to hide it, I reached down and rubbed istanbul bayan escort my cock, enjoying a thrill as it rubbed my clit. Naomi smiled as she watched and I leaned closer to her and chuckled.

“I really got it, don’t you think, Naomi?” I chuckled again. She was a sweet, sweet body and I’d do a real nice number on it and show Naomi what a real woman could really do.

“You accuse me of flaunting the goodies, Jake,” she purred, leaning close to purr it right in my ear. “I’d say you like flaunting your goodies pretty much yourself.”

As she had leaned over she had put one hand on my shoulder and when she was done purring in my ear she stroked it up my neck and the back of my head, rubbing around in what little hair I’ve got and, man, it felt good. It felt damn good.

“Well, honey, I drive a truck for a livin’ and it’s a real ole boys club where the guys I work with are always measuring their dicks so I just sorta had to fit in now, didn’t I?”

“And just exactly how well do you fit in, Jake? In that ‘man’s’ environment? Do you mind me asking?”

“Hell, no, darlin'” I said, still enjoying her rubbing the back of my neck and head. “I fit in just fine. Some guys resent me, but a lot more respect me and both for the same reason. Hell, I get more pussy than they do. I’d say I do just fine.”

“Well, Jake,” she cooed, sweetly. “I’d say you’re doing just fine right here, too. Have you made up your mind? All this chit-chat is OK but I do really want to dance. What d’ya say?”

I stood, towering over her by maybe 6 inches, as she stood too.

I put a muscular arm around her waist, pulled her close to me and began to guide her through the throng to the dance floor.

The music was fast and the small dance floor was crowded so we just kind of stood close and jiggled around and, boy, I gotta admit, the way her fleshy boobs bounced around in her dress was making my mouth water. My much smaller tits really didn’t bounce much – how could they? – but there were peaks in my t-shirt and my nipples were rock hard and poking out and I noticed Naomi seemed to be very interested in them.

Then, finally, a nice slow song came on and this is what we’d both been waiting for. I took Naomi in my arms and pulled her tight against me.

There was still not much room, not near enough to show Naomi any of my fancy foot-work, but she was a dream in my arms.

I hugged her tight, my clit was buzzing and my pussy was leakin’, as I fondled her sweet ass and ground my cock against her.

She couldn’t have escaped my strong grip even if she wanted to and, believe me, folks, Naomi had no intention of going anywhere. Her head was lied on my shoulder and I could feel her hot breath on my neck and little sounds came from her mouth and she allowed me to manipulate her body so my cock massaged her cunt and her cunt jiggled my cock nicely so that it massaged my clit beautifully. We both probably could have crescendoed to a cum right there, had the song lasted just a little longer. As it was, we were both breathing rather hard when the music ended. I released her and we each backed off a step.

“You really know how to dance with a woman, don’t you, Jake?” she said, running her hands through her glorious hair.

I threw back my head and laughed. “Baby, it’s like shifting gears in my truck. I know how to do EVERYTHING, with a woman,” I told her and she smiled.

“Come on, baby, and I’ll show ‘ya,”

I kept a strong arm around Naomi on the way back to the bar. Not that I thought she was going anywhere without me but she just felt so good.

“Do you have to say ‘adios’ to anyone, Naomi?” I asked her.

‘Nope,’ she answered. “My girlfriends – the girls I came here with – saw me dancing with you and – maybe you didn’t see – I gave them the look that told them that I would call them tomorrow.”

“So, I guess your friends are used to you disappearing when you’ve gotten what you came for, is that it?” I asked, not really caring.

Naomi smiled that gleaming smile. “Something like that,” she said.

Out in the hall-way leading to the front door of the club, Randi is still doing her duty. Her duty consisting of not letting any under-age chicks inside and also keeping out guys, gay or straight. Both groups came to gawk, although what gay-boys find so interesting to gawk at is beyond me. Despite my and Randi’s ‘gay’ fun nights, the last thing in the world I would wanna witness are the gay-boys playing out their mating rituals. In addition to gawking, straight guys, who have gotten in from time to time, have often caused problems and fights, claiming that us lezzies were ‘stealing’ their women. Like I maybe have told you, I’m tough and strong and push a rig for a living and I’d had to punch out a couple, usually leaving them embarrassed and finishing them off with an insult such as – ‘if you guys were half the ‘guys’ you should be, as a woman like me is, maybe you wouldn’t be escort tuzla so scared that a real woman could take your woman away. I’ve never taken a woman from anyone without she already didn’t want to go.’ Now, strictly speaking, that wasn’t necessarily true, but they didn’t need to know that. There have been a few women, without, I don’t think, the slightest intention of leaving their ‘man’, who, after I’d done a real nice number on them, between the sheets, left their ‘man’ in the dust in their haste to find, if not me, another woman, like me. If y’all think that’s bragging, well, hell, maybe it is.

Did Naomi have a man? Was I ‘taking’ her away from some man? Or even some other woman? I didn’t know. I did not care. Maybe – maybe – if she wanted some kissing and cuddling after I’d fucked the living shit out of her, I’d ask, just to make conversation. Other than that, Naomi and her luscious body had my pussy on fire – good thing it was gushing scads of juice – that should keep things a little cool down there, cool enough that my jeans wouldn’t burst into flames – and – tonight – at least – Naomi was mine to do with what I wanted.

As she regarded Naomi, I could see the envy in Randi’s eyes, but she punched me, affectionately, in the arm and said, “Nice pull, woman.”

To Naomi she said, “Baby, I hope you got a nice hot tub or something to soak in tomorrow because after one of Jake’s work-outs your body’s likely to be aching.”

I chuckled. “Thanks, Rand. Why don’t you scare the poor girl off, why don’t ‘ya? Just go out and flag us down a cab, will ‘ya, please?”

As Randi left, Naomi though, just laughed. “Fat chance she could scare me off, love. My personal trainer’s been on holidays for almost two weeks. I really need a good work-out.”

I said, “I’d like to meet and compliment your personal trainer sometime, girl.” I ran my hand down her back to grip her ass. “If this body is an example of his work, he must be good at his job.”

“Her,” Naomi said. “Her job, Jake. And yes, AFTER I see what kind of work-out you hand out, I think you and her really do need to meet when she comes back.”

My body was shaking by now with desire for this girl and I was just about to pull her into my arms for our first kiss when Randi came back and said there was a cab waiting for us outside.

I leaned in and gave Randi a quick ‘thank-you’ peck on the lips and the next thing I knew, Naomi and I were cuddled together in the back of a cab. I knew the woman driving. She’d had to get a taxi driving job after she’d left her husband after we’d tore up the sheets together one night – a night she still thanked me for, occasionally. Since she knew well where I lived, she just took us there. Envy was in her eyes too, when I paid her and then, I was unlocking my door and pulling Naomi inside.

Is there anything sweeter in the world than that first delicious kiss with a new woman?

That is sort of a rhetorical question, folks, as I really don’t believe that there is.

The kisses might be sweet but I really wasn’t being gentle with Naomi. No sir, quite the opposite. I had her slung against the wall in my foyer and I was crushing her soft boobs against my harder chest and I was crushing her ass with my strong hands and I was not-to-gently crushing my dick on her groin area and my lips were crushing hers and her tongue was losing a duel with my tongue and I crushed her tongue against the roof of her own mouth.

I kept that up for a few delicious moments. Then I released her, stood back a bit and watched her pant.

“Hey, beautiful. Welcome to my home.”

Naomi was not fazed. She stepped forward, pulled me into her arms – which she probably couldn’t have done if I hadn’t let her – and gave me a few hard kisses of her own.

“Mmmm,” she breathed against my neck. “If that was the ‘welcome’, I can hardly wait to see what the rest of the stay is like.”

Like I keep telling y’all, I’m strong. I bent my knees, put one arm around Naomi’s legs, around by her knees, the other strong arm around her neck, straightened up and kissing her all the way, carried her down the hall to my bedroom.

Once inside, I took two long strides to get me in the vicinity of my bed and slung her.

She landed square in the middle of my bunk and bounced.

Naomi lie there, panting, eyes gleaming, her hands busy between her legs.

“That’s it, doll. Juice yourself up good, girl.”

“Don’t really need to, Jake,” she cried. “I’ve been gushing since our slow dance. Wanna taste?”

I finished getting my t-shirt over my head and my titties came into view for her. I took another step and leaned down so she removed some fingers from her cunt and placed them in my mouth.

Shit. She tasted like pure honey and her fingers were so wet I knew she had a lot of that honey for me.

While I bent down like that, I reached around her and with a silken whisper I eased the zipper of her dress down. As I was so engaged, I felt my titties getting wet and I knew Naomi was using her other cunt-juice-wet hand to play with my little tits. She slapped them a little and I felt her pinching my rock hard nipples.

Much as I was enjoying that, much as I hated interrupting the fun she was having, I had some other important business to attend to.

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Her hands on my face, my hands around her waist, and her cool lips pressed to mine.

It felt like a dream.

Let me start by saying that things like this do not happen to me. I hear and read stories about people getting ridiculously lucky, having their wildest fantasies fulfilled. It just doesn’t happen to me though. I love my boyfriend and our relationship. He is my best friend and I’d do nearly anything to make him happy (within reason), but there is a split part of my mind that doesn’t stay true to him. Half of me is all for dick and getting banged until I scream. The other half wanders into the other gender, delving into thoughts that were planted years ago with a girlfriend I regret to this day. I’ve subdued those thoughts since then, but periodically they creep back up on me.

I first noticed her in my junior year, but then she was just some girl on the other side of the classroom who the teacher liked to pick on. It wasn’t until senior year that I got to know her. Not only were we sat next to each other, but we were also placed together for the first project of the year.

I don’t know when the attraction established itself. Maybe it was during the two week project where we spent endless hours together breaking down Hamlet, or maybe it was just a build-up throughout the entire year. In the plainest of terms it seems as if I just looked up one day and realized how much I liked her boobs. How to describe them I am not entirely sure, but the words that came to my mind were soft, creamy, and plump. It’s not like I don’t have enough boobs to share with 3 other people, but hers contrasted mine in ways I found mesmerizing. Not to mention she showcased them blatantly on a daily basis. Dresses or shirts, you name it! Her tits were all up and in everyone’s face. I’m not very tall and that made it that much harder not to look.

The attraction to her face came later. Her complexion was similar to condensed milk. An off-white color I, again, can’t describe as anything other than creamy. Now I can’t blame her for choosing only certain days to give notable energy towards looking her best -I mean, there was no one to impress- but on the days that she took a careful hand to her make-up my stomach did flips. I knew I had a thing for red lipstick, but combined with eye liner and mascara on her canvas of a face? Not to mention her hair. There were days when it all lined up with an outfit that forced eyes to look, and those were the days I had the most trouble.

I contained these thoughts to the best of my ability. During this time I was actually in the process of dating my current boyfriend. It was a balance I could manage. The entire year went by and not a single word slipped my mouth revealing my secret. In fact I kept my mouth so tight that it took an extensive amount of liquor and cannabis to get me to finally slip.

We were at a kickback after graduation. About ten of us got together to celebrate and we knew exactly how to do it. Jello vodka shots, Redd’s Apple Ale, Heineken, special cookies, and Girls Scouts Cookies (not a cookie at all). I decided to let kartal escort go and enjoy the night since I wasn’t driving. Going home wasn’t an option however so I decided to spend the night at her house. We stumble in right before midnight attempting to keep ourselves as quiet and calm as possible despite our immense intoxication. We spoke briefly to her father and slipped into her room. Clothes were shed, pajamas were donned, and since she had just moved in to her new apartment and hadn’t get purchased a bed, we laid out blankets and crashed on the floor. Then the talking began.

My filter already diminishes when I’m under any influence- I was under three influences at this time (I’m high, and drunk and deprived of sleep)- so at 1am, despite the fact that I was tired and ready to collapse, it was virtually impossible to ignore the something was bothering me to a point of insomnia. I kept her awake with random questions as I worked up the balls to strike up the topic. I wasn’t sure where I was heading with it, but sleep just wasn’t an option.

“There’s someone in our close group of friends who I have a… lust crush on.”

I needed her to know.

“Well why haven’t you acted upon it?”

“I don’t have permission.”

“What do you mean?”

“I respect her too much to just attack her. I don’t know if that’s what she wants.”

I told her how I couldn’t control it and I told her how it drove me insane. She guessed people off the top of her head and never thought it to be herself. Eventually she says to me, “Wow, I’d kill someone if they were torturing me that way.”

I go out on a limb. “For you that’d be suicide.”

And then the dam broke.

Shock flew across her face. I told her how long it had been with me and that it was entirely lacking in feelings. I simply lusted for her in the most emotionless of ways.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Oh yeah. Hey I know we just became friends recently but I kinda have a crush on you just not an emotional one so basically I just want you physically even though I’m dating a guy I really like… Sure that wouldn’t have been awkward.”

I expected her to either keep her distance from me or blow over it in a laugh, but as usual, she surprises me. She climbs aboard my waist, straddling me. My mind goes blank and I can’t think of what to do.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m giving you what you want. It’s driving you nuts and you need to get it out of your system.”

I deny her, my hands clenched behind me, because I know that if I loosen them even a little bit, not a force in the world will stop me.

“No one has ever asked me for permission, most people just take and I go along with it.”

I do everything not to see the way the moon strikes her skin, the way her lips draw me in, the way her voice sends shivers down my spine. I can hardly hold on before she gives up and removes herself.

My brain is in commotion once again. Why did she move? Why was she on top of me? Does she actually want this? Why won’t I let it happen?

We bakırköy escort talk some more, and somehow the conversation brings her to straddle me once again. I can think this time and sort my thoughts, so I figure it’s time to have some fun.

“Don’t kiss me, you might like it.” I tease.

“Oh you think you’re that good?”

The banter goes back and forth for a while until she grows bored and, once more, dismounts. This time her face says something entirely different. Is that dejection? Why is my dismissal affecting her? She turns away from me, attempting to conceal her apparent disappointment while I strive to regain the control I seemingly never had over the situation. I can’t upset her now can I? It’s close to 4am, and it’s now or never. I look her direction, I take a deep breath, and I let the intoxication wash away my inhibitions. I let my lust out of its padlocked box and out came what I’ve been subduing for so long.

We’re facing opposite directions, but sitting side by side so that our bodies aren’t far apart. I slide myself closer to her so that inches separate us.

“You’re gonna have to work with me a bit and lean over.”

Extending my neck out, I slowly close the space between our faces. She gladly reciprocates. In those closing moment my mind is reeling. What about your boyfriend? What about her?! Won’t this be weird in the morning? Does this make you a cheater? I heard the thoughts flying by but with every closing centimeter the volume decreases until I hear nothing but her shallow breath.

I’ll face my consequences later.

The gap is closed, and a tsunami crashes through my mind. Her lips are cool, not what I expected. Thin too, and suddenly my lips feel rather colossal in comparison. It starts off light, she won’t even allow for full contact, and I was not particularly patient. I press forward and like two positive ends of magnets, she pulls just far enough away to maintain only the slightest of touch. I’m leaning so far I no longer can support myself with my arms, so I reach out for her neck. I wrap my hand gently behind her neck, placing enough pressure to pull her to me, and I force the contact I desire. My drive to have her takes over and the kiss deepens. I find myself sucking on her lips and her biting mine. Heartbeats are rapidly increasing, laying rhythm to our actions. She has to break for a moment and suddenly a silent night is filled gasps for air. I can’t wait long and I’m diving in for another kiss. Being the controlling type she is, she forces me back and climbs aboard. I feel her hands on my neck and I lose all track of reality. Lips are locked hard and my focus begins to wander. My fingertips slowly drag down her spine and I feel her shudder through my lips. I look for her hot zones and paths that force sharp intakes and moans. I trail down her neck (there’s one), I trace her sides (that’s another one), but then I make small circles around her lower back and receive the strongest response yet. She bucks her hips forward and my grip around her tightens.

A thought suddenly aydıntepe escort pops into my head, and only one word resonates. Boobs. After so much time spent stealing guilt-filled glances, I needed to know how they felt. I pulled away and was met with utter confusion. My hands found their way up her back and trailed up her arms. I traced her collarbones and gave her a look that asked the question I couldn’t form with my mouth. She gave me a nod and that’s all it took.

She didn’t have on a bra, so all that stood between my hands and her chest was a thin tank top. I peeled it down and let a single boob spring from its confinement. I became a child in a toy store, so overwhelmed by what was in front of me that I didn’t know what to do with it. I decided to start with my hands. I placed a hand under her breast and gave it a good heart squeeze, drawing a soft intake from her. I realized that they were smaller than I expected, but still satisfying in every other way.

Suddenly, what was only kissing escalated heavily. I felt her grinding on my lap looking for some kind of friction, so I mustered strength I didn’t even know I had to change our position. Maintaining the kiss, I rolled her onto her back and slid a thigh between her legs. She takes the liberty to- tightly- wrap her legs around my waist, so tightly in fact that breathing became a bit difficult.

We remained like this for quite a while, but I wasn’t done. I don’t know what was going through my mind, but I decide to reach a hand down to her leg and draw my way back up to that one special place. For a brief moment she became my saving grace, as she caught my hand and told me no. Only I’d already brushed against her, and it showed in her face. I took my hand and traced the lining of her underwear along her tummy. Suddenly she grabbed my hand and shook her head. I pulled away enough to get a good look at her, and asked if she was sure. Apparently she wasn’t sure at all because next thing I know her legs are open to me. I went straight under the panties, I wasn’t trying to make this particularly sensual, and touched her exactly where she wanted it. She shuddered. I waste no time coating my fingers, then plunge them in. First one, then two. She bites her lip in attempting to stifle her moans, but it just seemed too damn easy. A third finger joins the party and her back arches high. It gets so bad that I have to cover her mouth myself. I reach my thumb out to rub her a bit higher and it takes everything I have plus a little creativity to hold her down and keep her quiet. Can’t have daddy busting through the door you know.

If I kept a correct count, she came 6 times. After it was over, we went to the restroom and cleaned up. I couldn’t help but laugh because she couldn’t even walk normally. By now its about 5:30am and there’s absolutely nothing left to do but sleep. We go back to her room with a couple giggles, and within maybe 20min we are knocked out. We woke up around 11 and it was as if nothing had ever happened. I mean she didn’t act like she didn’t remember, it just blew over like an average “hangout”! The first thing I did when I woke up was tell my boyfriend what happened. If anything he was mostly upset that he didn’t get to watch. We went out for breakfast, and that’s basically all she wrote. We spoke very briefly about it in texts over the next week or so, but other than that it evaporated into thin air.

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In the taxi back to her home, Darla looked at Adreana’s business card again. She flashed back to the morning, and recalled how beautiful and sexy she appeared, yet Darla was afraid to call her. She had been hurt so badly with Dominique she was relationship-shy and thought she had to be very cautious making any serious commitments again. The taxi dropped her off right at the newsstand again where she had met Adreana earlier. The old geezer was still there listening to the ball game on his rickety old radio when Darla thrust a dollar bill in his face and asked for a bottle of water from his small fridge. The old man didn’t recognize her and as he handed her the bottle he knocked the cigar box that held the loose change, knocking over the two quarters she had set up earlier in the day.

Suddenly a large metallic sound similar to a man hole cover being dragged back over its hole and dropped in permeated Darla’s mind. The extreme loudness of the sound, and its high pitched screech made her stumble backwards completely losing her balance. Darla fell back towards the pavement but just as she was about to hit, Adreana grabbed her and caught her fall. The older woman lowered her carefully to the pavement as she noticed Darla had lost consciousness.

Adreana was still wearing her short dress also but knelt on the pavement and stroked Darla’s brown hair away from her closed eyes. Adreana’s low cut blouse, her nice tits totally visible to Darla, if she ever opened her eyes again. The beautiful healer opened the bottle of water that Darla had dropped and put some of the cool water on Darla’s warm temples. Darla opened her eyes to see Adreana ministering to her and telling her not to move, that it would be okay. Darla could not believe how gorgeous this woman was and how she had appeared out of nowhere to catch her fall. A small crowd of passersby göztepe escort stopped and looked on as Adreana asked one of them to call an ambulance.

“No..No I am not hurt I just fainted.” Darla pleaded.

“I’ll be fine, just need a bit of food in me,” Darla exclaimed to Adreana as she tried to get up.

“Are you sure honey,” Adreana asked her in a soothing tone.

“Absolutely, I’ll be fine, help me up please,” Darla asked her new friend.

The muscular middle aged woman gladly helped the younger woman to her feet and helped her gather her possessions. As Darla regained her composure she acknowledged Adreana and went up to her and threw her arms around her and kissed her passionately.

While she had been unconscious, Dominique had spoken to her. She fainted because she had seen her so clearly when the quarters fell over that it was as if she had seen a ghost.

In reality, her former lover Dominique had been around her for months, like a guiding angel, and wanted to let Darla know it was all right for her to fall in love with this new woman. Dominique pleaded for Darla’s forgiveness in the dream and Darla granted it. She knew instinctively that only forgiveness can make one truly happy in life. Holding grudges, being judgmental and being nasty only made someone a bitch and that is not a way to love. As she forgave Dominique for taking her life, the image of her faded to white a light brighter than the sun. That’s when she awoke in Adreana’s arms.

Adreana kissed Darla and caressed her hair, holding her close to her warm body.

“I have to take you upstairs now and give you a hot bath and a long massage,” The attractive healer said to her.

“And a good meal too,” Darla added. They both smiled at each other, and knew this was the real beginning of a long relationship.

Inside escort bayan Adreana’ s opulent apartment a few minutes later, the two women had finished dining and began kissing passionately on the large couch in her living room.

“Oh Darla, I’m so attracted to you dear, let me see your beautiful body already!” Adreana said, as she undid Darla’s belt and pulled off her mini skirt.

“Only if you let me suck your lovely pussy first, my love,” Darla demanded as she slid out of her skirt and showed her firm body to Adreana.

The older woman disrobed quickly to that request and Darla dove down on her knees and spread Adreana’s thighs apart. The older woman had a slight amount of pubic hair, neatly trimmed, with a thick labia which Darla parted with the soft fingers and began to lick ever so slowly.

Darla stroked her muscular legs and thighs with her right hand while she used her left to delve into the woman’s sex.

“Uhnghh, Oh, dear, YES, lick my hot pussy dear, suck me good!” Adreana said.

Darla knew how to arouse this beautiful woman and wanted to take her sweet time. Because inside her soul, she knew this woman was so kind, so right, and so sensuous it all just seemed right for a change. Darla licked and stimulated Adreana’s wet mound with her left index finger. She finger fucked her slowly and gained momentum as she went deeper and faster. The older woman’s love juices oozed around Darla’s fingers and she instinctively lapped those juices into her mouth.

“Ohh, YES Darla fuck me with your lovely fingers, fuck me hard!”

Darla could feel Adreana’s lovely body tense as her orgasm approached. The luscious casting agent slipped her hand around Adreana’s ass cheek and inserted her other index finger into her anus. The older woman leaned against her tuzla eskort living room wall and her knees buckled. Her body trembled as sensations of extreme pleasure streamed through her mind.

“Ummmmghhh, Oh fuck me, Oh fuck me dear, fuck me hard, harder!” Adreana cried, as Darla stroked her thick clitoris with her sharp tongue.

Darla darted her experienced tongue from the tip of her warm clit to the inner walls of her pussy in swirling motions. The healer’s love fluids poured out of her sex and flowed easily into Darla’s mouth, she swallowed them quickly, and wanted more and more.

“OoooooOOOOOOHHHHHAAAAHH,” Adreana screamed, as her body vibrated heavily with another gushing orgasm, this time it was special. She looked down and took in the view of this goddess lapping up her juices while she gave her a good anal fuck with her free hand. It was almost too much to ask for.

Later that night the two lovers fucked each other with Adreana’s favorite strap on cock and the older woman proved herself to be a potent lover for the younger woman.

In the morning they both slept entwined and very much in love with each other’s bodies. A new relationship was born out of lust for each other and yet love would grow from there to become stronger every time they were together.

Darla had made peace with her past and the pain of her former lover’s death was released by her forgiveness which opened her heart for love once again, which would last forever. It was a true miracle.

The new day brought new crowds of workers and tourists past the old man in the newsstand downstairs. That same man in the baggy grey suit stepped out from behind the magazines on display, still smoking a cigarette and said,

“Submitted for your approval, one Darla Hammond, a casting director with a preference for women, who realized that when you toss that coin in the box, you might get more than you expected, in The Twilight Zone.”

This story is based upon the teleplay “A Penny For Your Thoughts,” written by George Clayton Johnson, and aired on The Twilight Zone on 2/3/61.

The End

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“Well I still think it’s a shit name!” Zoe tossed the glossy ten by eight back onto the editor’s cluttered desk.

She glanced at the press release.

“Playing The Black Box tonight. Sweet Jesus! Why has their agent booked them into that toilet?”

“I don’t know, Zoe. That’s why we employ slick young gunslingers like you. I’m just the editor. Aside from my haemorrhoids, my chief concerns are circulation and advertising.”

Zoe grinned and crossed her skinny legs; Peter could be quite funny sometimes.

“Ah, that reminds me,” the editor continued. “Could you try to be a little more encouraging when you review the local theatricals. They are readers too you know and some of them are advertisers.”

“Pity none of them are actors”

Peter was forced to smile. He looked across the desk at his Entertainment Editor, seeing past the cropped blonde hair and panda makeup that framed the delicate features of her small elfin face. Dressed in a perpetual uniform of tiny skirt, t-shirt, black fishnets and a cracked leather biker jacket, she looked like the last angel kadıköy escort hipster still left in paradise.

“Right, so they’re a local band who have just signed a deal. Go and see them play tonight and give me six hundred words, tops.”

“Signed to Tru Soul Records, who operate out of a shed on the trading estate.”

“Pleased to hear it, lots of advertisers on that estate. Close the door on your way out.”

*

Zoe made a point of never arriving on time for any event. True to form, as her Mini Cooper crunched over the gravel of the venue’s car park, the time on its clock suggested the band would be well into their first set.

She stood at the bar to listen. The four musicians she quickly dismissed as competent time servers. Two of them she recognised from other groups. But the girl singer was different.

Held in the spotlight, her throaty soulful voice effortlessly conveyed all the pathos of the Julie London standard, Cry Me A River.

Zoe joined in the applause when the song ended.

“Thanks so much. Before istanbul eskort bayan we take a break we’d like to give you a preview of our new single. It’s one of our own songs. It’s called Honesty. “

As the song began Zoe’s focus turned to the singer. In her late twenties, she had a plump, moon shaped face and shiny black hair cut in a Cleopatra bob. She wore a silky dress shot with sequins that glittered in the lights and showed off her full curvy body.

As the song reached its hook for the second time Zoe felt the singer’s eyes and words were directed at her alone:

“Don’t give me your honesty; When you haven’t got the time to try; Cos if that’s your honesty; You know I’d rather hear you lie.”

The band left the small stage and the bar area filled with thirsty audience members. Oblivious to the noise and bustle, Zoe stood lost in thought.

Minutes passed.

Then, as if reaching a decision, she placed her empty glass on the bar and with a nod to the manager passed unchallenged through the black door marked, Private.

Familiar tuzla escort bayan with the backstage area she found the dressing room, knocked and entered. The singer’s dress hung on a costume rail, whilst its owner, wearing only a thin bathrobe sat in front of the mirror applying makeup.

“Hi, I’m Zoe Sparks, from The Echo.”

“Yeah, I know who you are. I’ve read your stuff. You don’t like our name.”

She stood up causing the robe to fall open.

“Maybe you should try giving people a chance, Zoe. We all have to start somewhere, even you.”

The singer’s skin was cold and moist from the shower as Zoe’s tiny hand traced a path from her lined stomach up toward the heavy breasts. Her fingers traced slow circles around the crinkled brown areolas. Moving close the nipple felt large as a raspberry against her urgent tongue.

“Oh, shit yes,” she gasped as the woman’s strong fingers pushed past the waistband of her skirt and down into her panties.

*

“Are you going to watch the rest of the show?” They sat close on the dressing room’s worn sofa.

“Yes of course and maybe after we can…”

“Yeah, that would be great. We have tonight, as the song says.”

Zoe turned af the door. “I still think Earth Mother is a shit name for a band.”

The singer smiled. “So do our new label, they insist we change it. Do you have any suggestions?”

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Casandra’s life is going nowhere. Casandra is 32 years old, is very beautiful, a great body, with a great smile and fantastic legs. She has had no luck with men, they just want to fuck her and leave. There was one guy that was great to her, but she pushed him away and after 6 years of waiting, he gave up.

She has been roommates with Morgan and Angel for a year. Morgan is a 28 year old blond beauty with a nice body and Angel is a 28 year old black haired beauty with a nice body. They soon became good friends and although Casandra was the oldest, she sometimes felt beneath them.

They had finished college, she was a high school dropout; they each had a high paying job, she went from low paying job to low paying job. In the past, Casandra has experimented with lesbian sex but not too much. While her roommates date men, she realizes they are lovers. The three split all expenses and chores.

After a month, one evening Morgan and Angel seduce Casandra. After that, the three have sex together once or twice a week, just a female three way. Then, after 6 months, Casandra asked her roommates to tie her up and use her for their pleasure. Morgan and Angel jump at the chance. They tie her up, make her eat them, they play with her tits and pussy; pound her pussy with a dildo.

After that, there was a shift in the relationship. Before, Morgan and Angel would ask Casandra to do things; like “Casandra, would you clean the bathroom for me, please.”, or, “Casandra, my feet hurt, could you massage them for me,” and other things. And Casandra always did as asked.

After, the “asking” became “ordering”; like, “Casandra, clean the bathroom.” Or, “Casandra, massage my feet.” And such. Casandra was made to do all the housework. She had stopped being their friend, now she was their servant. And sex slave.

She was forced to satifiy her roommates. Morgan and Angel would order Casandra to eat them out, fuck them with a dildo, and fondle their tits. But, they stopped doing anything to Casandra, after they were satisfied, they would order her to play with herself while they watched.

Sometimes, they would bring girlfriends over and have Casandra serve them. Sometimes, it was guys and she would be ordered to suck them off or she would be ordered to fuck them. Casandra suspected they were whoring her out but never saw money change hands.

One day on the web, Casandra came across an article about Sex Slaves in America. She was amazed. There were sex slaves all over. They would get Slave Graded, a small Slave mark is branded on their left buttocks and their Slave Number is tattooed to their scalp, just above the hair line. Slaves are Registered and Certified.

Casandra thinks, “Interesting.”

Over the next several months, Casandra thinks about Slavery. Life with Morgan and Angel continued, with the girls treating her like a slave. Recently, Morgan told her to call each of them “Mistress” and she was kept nude inside the apartment at all times, no matter who was present.

She thought, “I feel like a slave, should I make it official?”

Checking into it further, she finds it is possible to set a time limit on slavery. And after going back and forth, she decides to do it, she would sell herself. She finds a Slave Auction is being held in next month in another city close by. She gets on the web site and starts to fill out for the Auction. Then she gets cold feet. And decides to call the Slave Auction Company and eventually, she is on the line with a Miss Alexis Waverly, the Slave Auction Manager.

Miss Waverly says, “Hello Casandra, I understand that you are considering selling yourself?”

“Yes I am.”

“That’s a big step. Why are you thinking of doing this?”

“I have my reasons.”

“Tell me about yourself, tell me everything.”

Casandra begins to tell her story and wants she started, she couldn’t stop until she was through. She told all about the men in her like and how they all just wanted one thing. She told about her many jobs she has had how she could not hold one for more than a year because she would have trouble with other women. Her life she said was a mess and I am going nowhere. I’m a high school dropout and I have, over the years, gone from low paying job to low paying job, from ass-hole boyfriend to ass-hole boyfriend.

Alexis was a perfect listener and let Casandra talk with just a few ‘ahs’ and ‘ohs’.

At one point, Alexis asks, “Was there not one man who you cared about?”

“Yes, there was.”

“Tell me about him.”

Casandra then told Alexis about Steve. The one man who ever loved her for her. “But I rejected him. Why, you may ask. Because there was a 24 years different in our ages and that scared me.”

Casandra continues, istanbul eve gelen escort “There is not a day that goes by that I do not regret losing him.”

When Casandra finishes Alexis thinks for a moment and then asks, “Do you have Skype?”

“Yes.”

“Change to Skype.”

Soon they were looking at each other.

Alexis, “Do you fully understand Casandra what you are thinking of doing?”

“I think so.”

“Stand up and move back so I can see all of you.”

Casandra does and then Alexis then says, “Now strip.”

Casandra pauses then strips off her clothes and is soon standing before Alexis nude. Alexis is stunned on how beautiful Casandra is, and how great her body is.

Alexis thinks, “Poor thing. She has all that going for her but because of bad decisions, she’s lost.”

Alexis then says, “Can you come here to my office tomorrow?”

“I have to work.”

“You just quit Slave. Be here, in my office by 10am. Understand Slave Casandra?”

“Yes.”

“Bring everything you want with you. You will never go back to your place. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Wear short shorts and a halter top. See you tomorrow Slave.”

And she hung up.

Casandra stood for a moment and then she went to pack. It did not take long, for she doesn’t own much. The next morning, she drives to Alexis’s office and is there early. Alexis saw her pull up and was waiting for her at the door.

As Casandra walks up, Alexis opens the door and says, “Hello Slave Casandra, come in to my office and sit down.”

Casandra sits down as Alexis locks the door and puts the closed sign on the door. Alexis sitts down and looks at Casandra.

After a few minutes and said, “Stand up and move there,” as she points.

Casandra stands up and moves.

“Turn around.”

Alexis thinks, “She is magnificent!”

She then says, “Sit down.”

Casandra sits and then Alexis says, “I had you come up here now for a reason. You will live with me as my Slave until the Auction. This will give you a taste of slavery. Do you agree to be my Slave?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Very well. Let us go.”

They stood up, went to the door, unlocked the door and they walked through and she then lock the door. She said, “Get into your car and follow me.”

“Ok.”

“Ok what Slave?”

“Ok Mistress.”

They got into their cars and they drove to Alexis’s home.

When they arrived at her house, Alexis ordered Casandra to bring her bags inside. Alexis showed Casandra her room and then gave her a tour. And then laid out some rules.

Alexis, “Casandra, you will remain nude while in the house. You will keep the house clean. At times, I may allow others to use you. You will obey all orders or you will be punished. Understand Slave Casandra?”

“Yes Mistress.”

Alexis goes on, “When I take you out, I will decide what you wear. When someone comes to the door, you will answer the door and say “May I service you?” and follow their orders. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Now, strip off those clothes.”

Casandra takes her clothes off.

Alexis asks, “I see you are not clean shaven.”

“No Mistress.”

“Well, we will do that later this evening and then you will maintain it.”

“Yes Mistress.”

Then Alexis says, “Let us go through your clothes and see what you can keep.”

The two walked to Casandra’s bedroom, with Casandra carrying her bags, and then Alexis went through Casandra’s clothing. Most was thrown out. Casandra was left with some short shorts and short tops.

Alexis, “We’ll go shopping tomorrow. Now, let’s talk about Slavery and Owners. Most Owners treat their Slaves well; however, there are some who are extreme, very hard core. They enjoy giving pain. You don’t want to be a Slave to one of them.”

“No.”

“As far as the Auction, you do have some options, Casandra. I would suggest that you sell, or “rent,” your services as a Slave for 6 months, with an option to renew for another 6 months, both parties have to agree. Also, at the Sale you could have a “Right of Refusal” built in to the Sale Contract.”

“A Sale Contract?”

“When an Owner wishes to place one of their Slaves in the Auction, they sign a Sale Contract. Usually they are pretty standard. Sale Slave A for X amount of money. Period. However, you are acting as your own Owner. So, I, as the Auction Manager, can put in certain items into the Sale Contract. Like the temporary status as Slave, the “Right of Refusal”, etc. To protect you.”

“Thank you. Why 6 months?”

“So you can be sure that you want this. It is a big change for you.”

Alexis istanbul escort goes on, “While you are in the house, what I have all ready ordered stands. Tomorrow we will go shopping and get you some new clothes.”

“I don’t think I have much money.”

“That’s all right. I’ll pay for them and you can pay me back from what you make at the Auction.”

“I’ll get the money?”

“Normally, No, a Slave would not. Wants a Slave is bought, all their possessions become the property of their Owner. But you are renting yourself as a Temporary Slave, what you bring at the Auction, goes to you. If you’re Temporary Owner and you renew for another 6 months, the Owner will pay the same amount again. And if, you all decide to make it permanent, the Owner pays the full purchase price minus the “rental fees.”

“Oh.”

Alexis then says, “I think you should look for a Family and be a Domestic Servant as well as used for sex.”

“Do you think we could find one?”

“I have a family in mind. I’ll call them in the morning.”

Casandra then asked, “Why are you being so nice to me?”

Alexis just says, “Never you mind.”

But she thinks to herself, “Why? Because you and I are a lot alike. If I had made some different decisions when I was a teen, I could be you.”

Alexis now says, “Now, tomorrow and every day until the Auction, you will be my Personal Assistance. Still my Slave but with a different function. I am going to my many businesses in this city and inspecting them. You will attend me and assist me. You will call me Miss Waverly. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Now, come over her and eat my pussy. Your training starts now.”

Casandra goes to Alexis and begins to eat her pussy. She is a little tentative at first, but soon gets into it.

After she has an orgasm, Alexis says, “Very good Slave. Remember, you are here for my pleasure, not yours. I may order you to service me at any time.”

The next day Alexis takes Casandra to her clothing store and selects an assortment of short shorts and short skirts. In tops, she selects a variety of halter tops, crop tops and half tees. She also selects some business attire for Casandra to wear while acting as her Assistance. She has Casandra try on all the cloths.

After she has made her selection, Alexis meets with the Store Manager, Betty, about the store. Casandra changes into one of her new business outfits. Alexis then goes to her other two businesses in this city, an Adult Bookstore and a Strip Club. Casandra is learning that Alexis is a very wealthy woman.

The next day they drive to another city and check on Alexis’s businesses there. Alexis keeps a close eye on all her businesses with her computer but likes to visit each at least once a month. The next day, they drive to a third city.

Every morning, Casandra services Alexis’s pussy and brings her to orgasm. And every night Casandra services her Mistress. And so the month goes by. Soon, the day of the Slave Grading and Auction is here.

Alexis drive Casandra to the site and Casandra is taken to the Grading Room. Alexis tells her employees to be gentle with Casandra and she stays with Casandra during the process. Casandra’s whole body is measured and photographed. Normally, a Slave is made to suck cock and eat pussy, but Alexis orders them to skip that.

Casandra is assigned a Slave Number and it is tattooed to her scalp just above the hair line. She is also branded with a small Slave Mark on her left buttocks. All the information and photos are downloaded into the data base. Casandra is now Registered and Certified. She is now a legal Slave.

During the Auction, Casandra and the other Slaves up for sale are paraded around the stage. The Slaves are made to pose. Casandra is bought by the Smith Family; Mrs. Olivia Smith, Mr. Mark Smith, and their daughters. Victoria, 21, blond beauty with a nice body and Kayla, 18, a knockout with a great body.

Casandra will be Slave to the Smith Family for 6 months. Alexis brings Casandra over to the Smiths and they all confirm the contract. Casandra is “renting” herself for 6 months as their Slave, with each party having an option to renew. For the 6 months, Casandra is their Slave and they can do anything to her or make her do anything they want.

During the drive to the Smith’s home, Mrs. Smith outlines Casandra’s duties, “You will be our Servant and you will keep the house up. Also, you will service all of the family and anyone else we order you to. Understand Slave?”

“Yes.”

Kayla says, “Play with yourself Slave.”

When Casandra hesitates, Mr. Smith says, “Obey Slave or you will be punished.”

Casandra starts to but then Victoria says, tuzla escort “No, strip first.”

Casandra takes her clothes off and begins to play with herself.

Olivia says, “Slave Casandra, you will stay nude at all times. Unless otherwise told different. Understand?”

“Yes.”

For the next 6 months, Casandra keeps house and is used by every member of the family. She gets fucked by Mr. Smith and sucks him off. She services all the women in the house and is regularity fucked with dildos, fingered and kept in a constant state of arousal. Victoria likes to tie Casandra up, use her and spank her. Then she has Casandra eat her pussy. Victoria brings over friends over and lets them use Casandra while she is tied up. Both boys and girls.

Kayla is more gentle and is more like a lover to Casandra. Mr. and Mrs. Smith, after the first month, let their daughter mainly use Casandra for sex. After 6 months, Casandra and the Smith Family decide to renew for another 6 months. The Smiths invite Alexis over for a celebration over a weekend. While she is there, her and Kayla have a long discussion about slavery. And, when Alexis leaves, her and Kayla keep in touch and grow close.

Over the 6 months, Kayla also grows very close to Casandra and becomes very protective of her. Casandra is still used for sex by each member of the family and Victoria still likes to dominate her. As much as she can, Kayla tries to protect Casandra to the point of making Victoria mad. Victoria takes it out on Casandra and beats her with a paddle. Kayla takes Casandra to her own room and comforts her. Kayla calls Alexis and tells her what has happened.

The next day, Alexis comes to the Smith’s house and offers to buy the rights to Casandra. The Smiths are unsure and Victoria is opposed to the idea. But Kayla begs her parents to it and they give in to their daughter and sell the rights to Casandra to Alexis.

After the paperwork is all signed and ownership of Casandra has transferred, Alexis brings up another problem. Kayla has expressed interest in becoming a Slave. The Smiths are shocked.

Alexis says, “She is of age and does not need your approval. But she would like it.”

While the discussion was going on, Kayla was packing.

And soon she came down the stairs and said to Alexis, “I’m ready.”

All looked to her and Mrs. Smith walked over to her and said, “Are you sure about Kayla?”

“Yes Mom, I am.”

Kayla then hugged each and then Alexis, Casandra and Kayla got into Alexis’s car and drove away. Once they got to Alexis’s house, Kayla signs a Slave Contract to become Alexis’s Slave. And Casandra signs a Slave Contract to become a permanent Slave to Alexis. At the next Slave Grading, Kayla is Registered and Certified as Alexis’s Slave.

The three live together as a Family with Alexis the Mother and Casandra and Kayla like Sisters. They are Slaves but are not treated as such. All are very happy. Casandra and Kayla help Alexis operate her various businesses. There is much love in the house.

Over the next couple of years, the Trio visited a friend of Alexis at her Estate over a weekend. Her friend, Casandra Hall, has two Co-Mistresses and ten female Slaves. The twelve women live at a large Estate and are all very happy. None of Slaves are Registered and Certified; Miss Hall says it is not needed. She has always said, “I rule by Love, not by force.”

Alexis has always admired Miss Hall. They have been friends for many years and Casandra told her story of her first Slave Lara and how they met 15 years ago. Casandra then told her about everyone of her Slaves and how she acquired them. It is a beautiful story full of Love and Pleasure.

After one year, a car pulls up at the house and a man steps out. He walks to the door and Casandra, who was watching him, thinks to herself, “There’s something familiar about him.”

The man gets to the door and knocks.

When Casandra opens the door, she is shocked and says, “Steve! Oh my god.”

“Hi Casandra.”

And they hug.

Casandra says, “How? Why? How is this possible?”

Steve answers, “Alexis got in touch with me. She said I could move in with you young ladies, if you want me to.”

Casandra, “Yes, oh yes.”

But then she says, “But, surly she told you. I am her Slave.”

Steve, “Yes, she told me all about it. She said, for you, she would share you with me.” Then he says, “I don’t want you as a Slave, I never wanted that. I want to live with you as a couple. I love you. I always have.”

Casandra is crying now, in fact, all the women are crying.

Alexis comes up, hugs Casandra and says, “You deserve to be happy. Steve will move into your room and you too will live as Husband and Wife.”

Casandra, “Thank you. Thank You.”

So Steve moves into the house and acts like a Father to Kayla. There is much Love and Alexis makes it work out. The four live together for many years and are very happy. The years pass by, with all getting older together. They are a real family. Love can solve many problems.

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“All right Melody. Take off your clothes. Sabine take off your heels and stockings.”

Melody looked like she was going to start bawling but she started to undress. I didn’t say a word. I just toed off my heels and started rolling my stockings down. It didn’t take me long to be totally bare but Melody was having a struggle with undressing. Neither Diane nor Daniels said anything as they watched Melody get down to her bra and panties. She looked up at the ceiling and then closed her eyes. Melody finally unclasped her bra and dropped it on the rest of her clothes. She took a deep breath and pushed her panties down and stepped out of them.

“Melody, sit on the edge of the couch and lean back with your legs open.”

I stood silently watching the poor woman. She sat down and leaned back and let her legs open after closing her eyes.

“Sabine get between her legs on your knees.”

I knelt.

“Don’t they look cute together?”

Melody still hadn’t opened her eyes but a soft sob escaped her mouth.

“Sabine, start licking her pussy.”

My head snapped around to stare at Diane. Melody sat bolt upright.

“Melody, do you want your husband to know what you have been doing for the past two years?”

She leaned back once more and covered her eyes with her hands. I could see her body shaking from silent sobs. I closed my eyes and then opened them. I didn’t want to humiliate her but I didn’t see that I had much choice. I leaned forward and kissed her pussy softly. She tensed up and I licked her seam. I had never licked a pussy before. I wasn’t sure that I wanted to but I was also sure Diane would find something much worse for me. I tried to be gentle and loving but Melody was stiff as a board. I kept licking and kissing her pussy. I sensed movement behind me and lifted my head and turned slightly to look. Daniels had his cock out and was stroking it. He was right behind my ass and I prayed that he wasn’t going to, well you know. I bent back to Melody and started licking her again. After about five minutes I felt her hips lift up slightly. I kept licking and kissing her and shortly after that her hands came down and held my head. I peered up and Melody’s eyes were still closed but her mouth was slightly open. She was gentle. I kept licking her and now I was starting to taste her pussy and I found it nice. I buried my nose in her hair and licked harder and Melody moaned. I heard Diane chuckle and Daniels was breathing harder behind me.

They watched me lick Melody while Daniels jacked off behind me. I wasn’t too happy about that, but it was better than the alternative. Even though Melody had been upset by now she was humping my face while I licked and was moaning continuously. All of a sudden she grasped my head firmly and her hips bucked up. She held my head while she ground her pussy against my face and I kept licking her.

“AHHHHHHHH GODDDDDDD!”

And Melody came, explosively, humping my face as hard as she could. Her hands left my head and I peered up to see them cover her face as she twitched and spammed. I just kept my mouth against her pussy and let her rub on it.

“AHHHHHHHHHHH!”

With that, Daniels shot a thick rope of come that hit my shoulder blades and splattered down my back. He squirted three or four more times, covering me from my upper back to the top of my ass. The he knelt behind me and wiped the tip of his dick on my ass cheeks. I sensed him getting back up and heard his zipper. I thanked God that he hadn’t stuck it up me. I felt very degraded. I’m sure Melody was no better.

“Sabine, back up a little and stay on all fours. Melody, I want you to get up and lay on top of her.”

I did what I was told and Melody got up and woodenly walked behind me. She hesitated for a moment. Then I felt her legs on either side of my hips and she bent over and pressed her naked front to my come covered back.

“Now rub back and forth on Sabine.”

I felt her boobs press down on me and her pussy hair on the top of my ass and then she rubbed up and down and side to side, smearing come all over the two of us. Melody gave two or three soft sobs as she did that. I felt disgusted. I don’t know how she felt. I felt slimy. I am sure she did too.

“You can get up now Melody.”

She pushed herself up and stood behind me.

“Get up Sabine and look at your new friend.” I got up and turned to look at Melody. The entire front of her body from her boobs kurtköy escort down to her bush glistened with the come Daniels had shot on my back. I could feel little trickles of it creeping over my ass cheeks. CHRIST! How much did that bastard come?

“He shoots quite a bit, doesn’t he?”

Neither one of us said anything.

“Sabine, go get your dress and come back here. I don’t want it on you.”

I left Melody naked with the two of them and walked back to the conference room to get my dress. Robert and Jason and one of the other guys were in the staff area. As I walked by them, humiliated Robert spoke.

“What’s that on your back Sabine?”

I turned beet red and silently kept walking as they laughed at me. I got my dress and stood for a moment. I had to go back through the staff area. I didn’t want to walk through there again. But again, I had no choice. I walked back and they were still there.

“It looks like come, doesn’t it?”

I choked back a sob and kept walking. I hate you Diane! I hate you Daniels! I got back into his office and Melody was still standing in front of them naked.

“All right. You two can get dressed now.”

We both looked at her in horror and realized that nothing we could say would change her mind. Daniels was sitting in his big desk chair, fingers steepled, smiling. Melody picked up her panties and pulled them on, her mouth twisting as they began to soak up come. I pulled on my dress, ignoring my stockings. I stood while Melody put her bra on and then her blouse which became slightly transparent as it soaked up come. Then she pulled her skirt on. We stood by each other, disgusted and very uncomfortable.

“You can both go home now.”

Gee thanks! Melody and I walked out of Daniels office. I stopped as she got her coat.

“Why don’t you come to my place and you can shower before you go home. I’ll give you some clothes that you can wear. I’ll wash your clothes and bring them to you tomorrow.”

Melody looked at me gratefully.

“Let me call my husband and tell him I will be a little late getting home.”

I waited for her. When she finished her call and had hung up we walked to my desk and I got my coat.

“We’ll go in my car so nothing gets on yours Melody. I’ll bring you back here after your shower. Think of something that you can tell your husband.”

We got to my car and I drove us to my apartment. Both of us were uncomfortable with the drying come on us and our clothes were disgusting. We walked up to my apartment and I showed Melody the bathroom and got her a towel. Then I found some sweats and panties. My bras would never fit her. I brought the clothes into the bathroom and Melody was naked and adjusting the water.

“Here are some clothes to wear home.”

“Why don’t you get in the shower with me and I can wash your back. It’ll be easier than you trying to do it.”

I was hesitant but her shy smile made me feel better and I thought why not. So I stripped off what little I had on and we got into the shower. Melody let me get under the water first and she stood behind me. The water ran down my front and back and felt so good. Melody took a washcloth and soaped it up and began to scrub my back. Her hands felt so good on me. I closed my eyes and let her wash me. She scrubbed from my shoulders down to my ass and then I heard the washcloth splat on the floor of the shower. Melody’s hands were on my ass. She stroked it and cupped it and squeezed it and I whimpered. The next thing I knew she was pressed up against my back, her hard nipples pressing into me and her arms around me. I leaned back into her. My hands found hers and moved them over my little boobs. I could feel her warm wet body pressed against mine and she molded my boobs and toyed with my erect nipples. I let her play with me for a moment and then turned around to face her.

“Today was my first time with a woman.”

“Mine too Sabine. You were great, even with where we were.”

I sadly remembered what had happened. My arms went around Melody and I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Eventually her mouth opened to mine and our tongues dueled. Her breasts felt so good against mine, the hard tips rubbing across my nipples. I whispered to her.

“You don’t have to lick me but please bring me off.”

Melody’s hand snaked down my body and between my legs. I opened them for her and her fingers found my clit. etiler eskort She rubbed it and pulled the hood back. When she found it uncovered and rubbed me my legs almost gave out. Her lips met mine again and Melody rubbed my clit until I exploded in orgasm. She had to hold me up as the twitches and tremors ran through me. She held me up under the warm water. I felt so good! “Thank you Melody.”

She was blushing but wasn’t holding back from my body as they pressed together once more. I kissed her softly and then I bent and got the washcloth. I soaped it up and washed her front. I paid special attention to her nipples and then to the top of her slit. She finally made me stop.

“Sabine, enough. I have to get home.”

I reluctantly let her go and we took turns rinsing off. Then out of the shower and drying each other. I was both happy and embarrassed and I sensed she was also.

“Melody I’m sorry but I was so needy.”

“It’s all right.”

“No, it isn’t. I feel like I forced you into something.”

“Actually it was kind of nice but we can’t ever let them know. If they ever found out can you imagine what they would do?”

I grimaced.

“No I can’t but it scares me.”

“Me too.”

She finished drying herself off and then got dressed in my clothes. Then she bent towards me and kissed me. I was still naked.

“I think you’ll be a good friend Sabine. Thank you and good night. I guess we’ll see each other tomorrow.”

“Yeah. I haven’t told you what she has done to me now, but I don’t think I am going to like work very much from now on.”

Melody left and I felt lonely. I was still naked. It seemed like that was my normal form of dress anymore. I made myself dinner and after I cleaned up I sat around and thought of what my life had become since that stupid dare. The worst part about it was that my friends were avoiding me. I guess because they figured that I would be angry with them for talking me into the dare. I wasn’t especially happy with how things had turned out but I still got aroused and horny. I was still confused about that. I finally went to bed.

The next morning I got up and figured fuck Diane. What else could she do to me? So after I washed up and put on make up and fixed my hair I got out a nice silk blouse and a pair of slacks. Remembering that I had to wear panties I got out the yellow sheer pair. I got dressed and I left for work. Diane was there when I arrived. She just looked at me and didn’t say anything. Things were quiet and I got some time to sneak down and see Melody. We spoke briefly and she told me that her husband didn’t suspect a thing which made me very happy. When I got back to my desk Diane came out and walked to the staff area. Then she came back and around fifteen minutes later she told me to go get some copies for her.

I had forgotten about having to sell my panties. As I walked into the staff area, Kate and Valerie got up from their desks and walked over to me. I sort of smiled at them until Kate held up a twenty dollar bill. Then I remembered.

“Kate, come on, be a friend for once.”

“I’m not your friend Sabine. Now if I remember what Miss Chambers said, you have to sell me your panties. And if I remember correctly, and I do, you have to get bare ass naked.”

“Kate, please…”

“No Sabine. Take the twenty and give me your panties. Right here, right now or I will have to speak to Miss Chambers and from what I hear you won’t like that at all.”

THE FUCKING BITCH!

“Besides what do you care anyway? Everyone here has seen your tiny tits, your fat ass and had a finger up your pussy already. If you aren’t stripping in thirty seconds I will tell Miss Chambers.”

I started unbuttoning my blouse. Kate and Valerie snickered and like magic five guys appeared. My blouse was soon undone and I pulled it out of my slacks. Then it was off and I set on the table next to the copier. I toed off my shoes and undid my slacks. My face was feeling warm. As I pushed my slacks down Melody walked in and looked at me with a shocked expression on her face. I pulled my slacks off and set them with my blouse. I glared at Kate and Valerie and pushed down my panties and took them off. I held them out to Kate. She took them and smirked at me, then handed me the twenty.

“Turn around. I want to see your ass crack.”

I turned around. Melody was just staring at me and the two of them.

“OK istanbul otele gelen escort bitch, you can put your clothes back on.”

I pulled on my slacks, ignoring the guys leering at me. Then I slipped into my blouse and buttoned it up. I didn’t bother tucking it in. I got the copies for Diane and trying hard to be unconcerned I walked out and back to her office. I knocked on her doorframe and walked in and gave her the copies she wanted.

“Have a little fun in the staff area Sabine?”

FUCK YOU! I walked back out to my desk and Melody was there.

“What the hell is going on?”

“Diane informed all the junior staff that I would sell my panties for twenty dollars. And I have to take everything else off before them.”

“You mean anyone of them can hand you a twenty and you have to strip naked?”

“Well, I suppose that I could refuse and get fired. Ah shit, they’ve all seen me naked since yesterday afternoon.”

“What do you mean?”

“Yesterday, before she and I came to Daniels’s office, she made me strip in the conference room in front of all of them. And then she had me sit on the edge of the conference room table and open myself for them.”

I didn’t tell Melody that I had let most of them finger me. I was embarrassed about that.

“Jesus Christ! I can’t believe that she did that.”

“You can believe it.”

I heard some noise in the hall and looked that way. Valerie walked up with the two kids from the mail room. She waved a twenty at me, smirking.

“Damnit Valerie, you know I don’t have any on. You were just there.”

“It doesn’t make any difference Sabine. I’m offering to buy. Either you sell or prove that you can’t. Just step around the desk.”

Fuming I moved around Melody. I stood in front of the bitch and looked at the kids. I knew they were eighteen but they both looked so young! I wanted to slap the smug bitch in the face. I undid and unzipped my slacks and pushed on the waistband. They slid over my hips and pooled around my ankles. Then I lifted up my blouse so she could see that I had no panties on. The eyes on the mail room guys just about popped out as they saw my pussy. Then they started grinning. I let go of my blouse and it covered me.

“I’m wondering if just dropping your pants is good enough.”

Diane stepped out of her office. She took in Valerie, the two mail room guys, me and Melody. She glanced down at my slacks which were still around my ankles. She gave Valerie a cool smile.

“Oh, I think its good enough Valerie. Don’t you?”

All of a sudden Valerie wasn’t so sure of herself.

“I guess so Miss Chambers.”

“Good. Sabine, pull up your pants and get back to work. Melody, don’t you have something to do?”

Melody didn’t say a word. She just took off at a fast walk. Valerie turned and left and the two guys fell in behind her. I guess no one wanted to fuck with Diane. I pulled up my slacks and fastened them and then tucked in my blouse.

“Thank you Diane.”

“You don’t need to thank me. I happy to embarrass you every chance I get but I don’t like people to feel like they can take over for me. Now get back to work. There are things that you need to get done today.”

Like I didn’t know. Mentally I stuck my tongue out at her. I went behind my desk and sat down. Diane looked at me.

“How would you and Melody like to earn some extra money?”

I was suspicious of her right now as I well should be.

“For what and how much?”

“Jim and I have a rather important client meeting out of town in three weeks. We both think that you two could be of benefit. It would mean a thousand dollar bonus for each of you.”

“That’s how much. What would we have to do?”

“You two would be hostesses at our suite.”

I was still suspicious.

“What kind of hostesses?”

“No sex Sabine. Just a little casual nudity.”

“In front of whom and for how long?”

“It’s a Wednesday through Friday. When we arrive at the hotel and get the suite or suites you two would give up your clothes for the time that we are there. There would be clients, likely the maids and room service.”

“No sex, right?”

“No sex. As long as you two behave no punishment either. But if you act up or don’t follow orders I for one reserve the right to discipline you or Melody.”

“One thousand dollars each?”

“Yes, if we get the contract.”

“And if we don’t get the contract?’

“Double time pay for the entire time.”

“I’ll talk to Melody. After that I will let you know.”

“Explain to her that she may not want to disappoint Jim or I.”

FUCK! I was starting to think that this was going to be a command performance, their command, our performance.

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At work the following Monday, Steve wasn’t too sure how he should handle things with Fleur. She had left in high spirits on Sunday morning and she teased him about his ability to cook. “Most of the guys I know can hardly make a grilled cheese sandwich,” she giggled as he made them hot fresh waffles. “You’re truly a man of many talents, Steve.” Steve realized that he had given a part of himself to Fleur, despite his mind telling him that would be an incredibly stupid thing to do. She wasn’t like some of the – let’s face it – skanks – he dealt with, Fleur had class and determination. Planning too far in advance would be foolish, because Steve still had no idea what her future plans were. He got ready to open the club and set up and a few minutes before 11, Fleur showed up. She was in a pretty skirt that showed off her great legs and was wearing thigh-high boots. They must have been new, because they were shiny and black and didn’t look as if they had ever been worn.

“Yes, they’re new,” Fleur laughed, anticipating his question. “I figured that you would notice.”

“I notice everything about you, Fleur,” Steve told the attractive dancer. “You are kind of hard to miss.”

“I intend to be, I want to be the center of attention. Eventually, I want to feature dance and earn a lot of money,” Fleur told him as she sat down. “I want to be able to live the way I like and in the manner of my own choosing. I don’t want to be beholden to anyone Steve, I’ve seen people go down that path and it isn’t for me,” Fleur told him.

Steve wondered what Fleur was trying to tell him. Was he getting the brush off already? He sure hoped not, his feelings for her were genuine because she was such a breath of fresh air to be with.

“I’d like us to keep seeing each other handsome, you’re a sweet, good-natured guy and I think you’ll make a good husband for someone some day,” Fleur told him. “I don’t think it will be me. Not now, maybe not ever. You were the best first time a girl could ever want and I want more of that, I’m not BSing you. But here’s the thing – I want to go on the road once I get better at my act. I want to travel and see other parts of the country and be a big earner. A jealous boyfriend would get in the way. If you understand, please tell me so.”

“Yeah,” Steve nodded his head. “It makes sense Fleur, you’re only 19, you shouldn’t be thinking about marriage at this age.”

Fleur smiled and with a bit of a giggle, whispered in his ear. “If you promise to keep it a secret, I’ll tell you the truth. I’m only 18, I fudged my age and no one checked. You won’t tell, will you?”

Steve shook his head and looked at Fleur with concern. “No, but you should get some kind of ID that says you’re 19 as soon as you’re able. I might know someone who can fix you up.”

Fleur stood up and kissed him. “Thanks babe, you are a great guy and I mean that. I owe you one and one day, you’ll collect big-time. In the meanwhile, why don’t you let me take you out to dinner this Saturday?”

Fleur put on a sensational show when she started and there was a huge ruckus. Steve hadn’t seen the club that busy in some time and neither had his father. Evidently, the word had gotten around that Club Paradisio had a new dancer who was all that and more. Anton walked over to Fleur on Friday night and the way he was smiling at Fleur nearly made her melt. If he had asked her to run away with him on the spot, she would have done it. She was crazy about Steve and loved him to bits, but his stepfather ignited a fire within her she could not ignore.

“I’ve seen the way those guys look at you, Fleur,” Anton smiled. “Like they’re hungry dogs and you’re the juiciest piece of steak they’ve ever seen,” he said to her.

“Gee, thanks,” Fleur said drily. “Just what a girl wants to hear, she’s being compared to a side of beef.”

Anton laughed. “You know very well what I mean, young lady. I bet if I checked, you’ve more than doubled the money you made in tips from the previous week. Our bar sales are up by 50% and we barely even had a lull today. The customers came in and they stayed for hours. We even had more than our share of women watching you. You’ve got the magic Fleur and everyone knows it. I’d be crazy to let you get away, so I’m going to do something I’ve never done before – I’m going to offer you a contract. Guaranteed money to insure you keep working here,” he said and slid over a piece of paper with an offer written on it. Fleur stopped herself from gasping because the figure written there was more money than she expected to be earning in her first year, let alone a few weeks.

All of her life, Fleur had been a smart young lady. Because of circumstances, she had learned to stay one step ahead of the curve. She looked at the contract in front of her and she looked at Anton’s face. She wanted to see if something in his expression would betray him. He was being very canny and Fleur knew she had to play a bit of a game herself.

Fleur looked down pendik escort again and back at Anton again and pushed the contract away. “I’m flattered and I’m honored, but no, thank you. I’m going to have to pass.”

Anton was stunned. He was not totally unaware of the small crush Fleur had on him, or of her little rendezvous with his stepson. That, combined with the money he offered, had led him to believe he had some aces up his sleeve. “Would you mind explaining why, Fleur?” Anton asked calmly. “I don’t think it can be the money, I’ve made a very generous offer and by the time you added in your tips, you’d earn a comfortable living.”

Fleur sat back and crossed her legs. She noticed him noticing. “That’s just the thing, Anton – I don’t want to be comfortable. I want to earn big money and be well off, one of the highest earners around. I intend to find an agent and work hard and build my reputation as a dancer. I want every club I dance in to be packed and I want them to pay a tidy sum for the privilege of having me. If I accept an exclusive offer, I’ll be limited in what I can achieve. I don’t want that because I’d resent it and grow to resent you. You’ve been wonderful to work for and given me my first big break. I intend to continue working for you – just not exclusively.”

Anton looked at Fleur with a newfound respect. Clearly, he had underestimated her. Despite her youth, Fleur was a schemer. He had to insure she would keep working for him and now he had to think on his feet. He took the contract back and took out a pen from his pocket. He scribbled a few things in the margin of the contract and slid it back across the table to Fleur.

“What’s this?”

“They call it a counter-offer, sweetheart,” Anton said with confidence. “Read it over and tell me what you think of the terms now.”

Fleur saw from the look in her employer’s face that he wasn’t kidding around this time. She looked at the numbers. He had cut the cash by 40%, but he had also cut the working terms. Now, Fleur would have to work for him two weeks out of every month and there were some other minor changes as well.

“I don’t understand, Anton, I want to be a free agent.”

“And you will be. Listen to me Fleur – consider this a good faith offer. I believe in you, Club Paradisio believes in you. You’ve got a look and moves we’ve never seen before. Think of this as your guaranteed salary – this will make sure that all of your bills are paid and that you’ll always have a regular job. Once you’re established, you can go and feature dance for one or two weeks a month, you can likely even afford to take a week off, here and there. Go on a holiday, spend time with family. I’ll sweeten the deal – if everything continues to go as it has for the next six months, I’ll find you the best agent in the business and guarantee you’ll become a star. Do we have a deal this time?” He asked, holding out his hand.

Fleur saw that most of the cards in the deck were now stacked in her favor, although Anton had held on to an Ace or two. He wasn’t being unfair and he seemed sincere about making a good deal for both of them. “We have a deal,” Fleur said, shaking his hand. She took his pen and signed the contract. Anton told her he’d have a new one drawn up with all the I’s dotted and the T’s crossed the next day. Fleur had never expected to make that kind of money so fast. In just a few months, she would be able to pay her rent for the entire year. She owed a lot of people thanks for her success and she intended to pay them back.

That Saturday night proved to Fleur’s chance to let her hair down. With her new contract now signed and ready to go, Fleur wanted to party. She took Steve out to dinner and asked him to go dancing. “I’m not much of a dancer,” he laughed. “That’s why I became a DJ, so I could listen to tunes and be around beautiful women and watch them dance.”

“Okay, then let’s go somewhere and you can fake it and watch me dance,” Fleur laughed. “This is my night babe and you know that if I kick up my heels on the dance floor, I’ll be even hotter in bed.”

Steve looked at Fleur and didn’t know if he’d survive a night hotter than the last one, but he was determined to give it a try. “After dancing on your feet all week, you want to go somewhere and dance some more?” He laughed. “You’re a nut, Fleur.”

“No, I’m an exhibitionist with a hot body and a very short skirt,” Fleur flirted, squeezing his knee. Their server came over with the bill and Fleur left her a very generous tip. Steve thought serving Fleur had likely been the highlight of the girl’s night. He was almost certain he had seen her in the club one day this week, mesmerized by Fleur.

The club that Fleur took them too wasn’t what he expected. The music was pleasant, a nice mix of music from the 1950’s right up until the late 80’s. “I like music I can understand,” Fleur smiled as she led them inside. Steve should have noticed that, almost all of Fleur’s sets were classic rock and roll. etiler outcall escorts She led them to the dance floor and took over. As if frozen in time, almost everyone watched Fleur move. As she did in the club, Fleur held them all spellbound. Only one woman seemed able to move and she looked very familiar to Steve. After the first few songs, Fleur wanted a break and a drink. They found a table and sat down. A few minutes later, the woman who had been watching them dance – well, more Fleur dancing and Steve trying to look like he could keep up with her – came over to the table.

“Hi, you’re Fleur, aren’t you?” the woman asked. She was a bit shorter than Fleur, but had a sense of power and exotic beauty. “I noticed you on the dance floor and I just knew you had to be Fleur. I’m Mary Allen and I dance at Club Paradisio several times a year. I’m working there next week, as a matter of fact.”

Steve let the woman sit down, although he blanched a bit. Now he recognized Mary. The exotic beauty was a muscle and fitness model and a dancer – and the woman Anton had dated before marrying Dyan. There was always some tension when Mary worked at the club. However, as she was always a big draw, Anton continued booking her and Dyan was smart enough to know that it was good business.

“It’s amazing to meet you, some of the other girls talk about you,” Fleur smiled. “They say that I should watch you work, you know how to work the crowd.”

“I’ve heard the same about you, which is why I’m here,” Mary asked. “I was wondering if we might do some two-girl shows next week?”

“I-I know what you mean, but I’ve never done one,” Fleur confessed. A few of the other girls had suggested it, but she hadn’t taken them up on it. Fleur simply wasn’t interested in other women. “I’m flattered by your offer Mary, but I feel I have to be honest with you. I’m simply not sexually attracted to women.”

“I watched you dancing the other night and there were a lot of women besides me checking you out,” Mary told her. Fleur knew she already had a growing female fan base. “I’m not so sure you wouldn’t enjoy a woman, another woman can usually tell. However, it doesn’t matter, you can always be ‘gay for pay’.” Steve explained the term to Fleur, who nodded.

“I’m famous for my water shows and if you consented to do a few with me, you’d make some nice pocket change,” Mary went on. “The club pays me a bonus, we do four in the week – one on Monday, one on Wednesday and one for opening and one for the closing on Saturday. I’d give you a third of my bonus and split the tips with you right down the middle. With your elegant look and my exotic, powerful frame, we’d clean up. What say kiddo, want to give it a try?”

Steve whispered to Fleur “Sweetheart, before you came along, Mary was one of our top draws. You couldn’t ask for a better mentor and the crowd loves her. With the two of you onstage, you’d knock them dead. It would also make Dad very happy and you’d score some brownie points. I say you should go for it.”

As she had done with Anton, Fleur considered Steve’s words and she nodded. There was something about Mary she liked and trusted. The older beauty seemed comfortable in her own skin and completely without guile. “I’m in, but you’ll have to show me what to do,” she told Mary. “I’ve never been with a woman before and I’ll be scared.”

Mary winked at Fleur and said “Baby, I find that hard to believe. I don’t think you’ve been scared of anything in your entire life. Okay, I’ll come in a bit early on Monday and show you a few moves.” She looked over at Steve. “Is Your mom going to be around?”

Steve shrugged. “You never know with Mom. Come on Mary, you know she’s not going to do much and besides, you can bench press twice your own weight. How much trouble can she cause?” He laughed.

Mary nodded and shared in the laughter. “I’m going to order us a round of drinks and then Fleur, you and I should dance a few together, see if we can pick up each other’s rhythms. I doubt we’ll have a problem attracting a crowd.” A few drinks later and the girls were on the floor. Everyone left a wide space for the provocatively-dressed women. Despite Fleur’s protests, Mary picked up a vibe. Whether Fleur knew it or not, she liked girls. Fleur’s eyes followed her every move and she moved in a nice rhythm with Mary. Their show Monday would be a triumph.

At Steve’s apartment that evening, Fleur fucked him like she had been having sex all of her life. She took him almost as a plaything and he wondered what had gotten her so excited. The Fleur he had been with just the previous week seemed to have vanished and this new one proved to be almost insatiable. She made him cum so hard that he had to rest up a while before continuing their games.

Monday morning, Mary showed up to find Fleur already there, having coffee. To her dismay, she also found Dyan. “Are you ever going to let this drop?” She asked the woman. “You know Anton doesn’t cheat, he fell etiler escort for you and I was out of the picture. It took me a while to get over it, but I did. I have someone else. Come on Dyan, let’s bury the hatchet.”

Dyan looked at Fleur and back at Mary. Despite all of her insecurities over the past years, she realized that she was sitting in between two of the hottest women the club had ever employed. If Anton hadn’t cheated by now, he never would. She hugged Mary and then Fleur. “I’m not saying I won’t get jealous,” she told them both. “But I’ll try to control it. After all, I’m not a sexy stripper like you two.”

“You could have been,” Fleur complimented Anton’s wife. “I bet you can move nicely if the music moves you.” Mary nodded, impressed by the way the young girl was handling Dyan. She had never seen anyone with such an instinctive knowledge of how to work people. Right there and then, Mary knew her young protégé would make her mark in the business, likely eclipsing her own success.

Mary got up on stage where the shower stall had been wheeled out and set up. She did a demo for Fleur. “You let your clothes get wet and see-thru, pick a naughty blouse, sexy lingerie and a pair of shorts that are so skimpy they’d get you arrested in 45 states,” she laughed. “With two girls, you act a little more playful, soap each other up, kiss and I’ll go down on you.” Seeing Fleur’s reaction, she smiled. “Don’t worry, I’ll fake it, although …” She wagged her eyebrows “… if you ever want me to really do it, I doubt anyone will stop us.”

Fleur found her new friend totally outrageous, but she liked outrageous. A woman like Mary could keep you guessing and that worked to Fleur’s benefit. As Mary was the bigger name at the time, she went on first that day. Fleur watched her every move and saw that as good as she herself was, she had a long way to go. Mary’s fit body moved all over the stage as if she owned it. She toyed with the crowd and every minute that she was onstage, Fleur saw that compared to Mary, she had a long way to go.

When it came time for Fleur’s solo set, the crowd was keyed up and she knocked them dead. She had gotten charged up watching Mary, unaware that her new mentor was watching her as well. Mary saw Fleur’s full potential and made a few mental notes. Over time, she knew the girl would eclipse her in popularity, but that was the nature of the business.

Their first shower show consisted mostly of the two of them showering and moving around each other. Fleur had a good time and the one instance where Mary kissed her, she was surprised that it didn’t bother her. The crowd hollered and cheered and when she picked up her money later on, she was astonished. “I made $400,” she said to Mary and Steve. Mary had been right about all of it, doing a show with a girl hadn’t been so bad and she earned a LOT of money.

With each shower show, the girls earned more money. By Saturday night, Fleur had made up her mind. “Take it as far as you can,” she said to Mary. “Let’s give them a finale to the week that they’ll be talking about for years.”

Mary looked directly at Fleur, her dark eyes meeting Fleur’s eyes directly. “You’re sure about this? You know what that involves?”

Fleur nodded. “Completely, but you’ll be the one doing all of the work. I’ll fake my share, I’m not afraid of another woman touching me. Let’s go for it!”

Mary and Fleur were going to knock them dead and use any means at their disposal to do it. The two beauties put on their skimpiest lingerie and their highest stiletto heels and walked out on stage to blaring, thunderously loud music. They both worked the stage, crossing back and forth, making sure that each patron got a good look at them. Then in to the shower they went. This time, the lingerie came off a bit quicker, but the soaping and caressing went on a lot longer. Fleur’s entire body was on fire and she felt the thrill of everyone watching her. She knew Steve was likely intoxicated by her performance, he had told her he watched each one devotedly. When Mary started sliding down her body, Fleur braced herself. With a savage strength, Mary pulled Fleur’s legs apart. It took a fair bit of Fleur’s strength to remain standing because the moment Mary’s knowing tongue hit her pussy, she climaxed. Mary had taken Fleur at her word and was pushing their stage act to the limit. In any other place, Mary and Fleur might have gotten busted, but for some reason Fleur knew nothing about, the police never hassled Club Paradisio. Mary’s mouth was doing such incredible things to her and Fleur just rode them out. She wasn’t a lesbian, but nothing before had ever felt like this.

When the two women finished their act, they had been on stage for over 30 minutes. Once the money that had been thrown on the stage was collected, they had each earned nearly $750. “That’ll pay my bills for the entire month,” Fleur gushed. “How can I ever thank you?”

“Have a late meal and some drinks with me,” Mary suggested. “I’m always thirsty and hungry after a night like this.”

Fleur looked over at her “boyfriend” to see what his reaction was. They had no formal commitment, but she didn’t want to leave him in the lurch. “Go for it,” Steve said. “It’s been a long week, I’m going home and crash. We can still hang out tomorrow if you want.”

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I saw a facebook posting from one of my “friends” Christina: “I am graduating with my massage therapy certificate in a couple weeks, and I need to gain some experience before embarking on the ‘real world’ – anyone interested in a free massage, shoot me an email!”

I met Christina through a friend of a friend, but I never really got to know her. She was one of those “friends” that I never really talked to, but kept up with online on occasion. So when I saw her offer of a free massage, I jumped on it. We scheduled the appointment for the following Friday evening after work (perfect way to end a work week!).

Friday evening came, and I arrived at Christina’s house ready for a much-needed massage. She led me to her spare bedroom, which she had transformed into a relaxing oasis. The walls were a sea-foam green, there were flowy turquoise drapes covering the window, allowing just a trace of sunlight into the room, but creating a private atmosphere. Lush potted plants filled the corners of the room, and a small, worn, wooden dresser sat along the wall. On the dresser was a CD player playing soft instrumental music, and scattered around it were sea shells and pictures of beautiful beach sunsets. I felt like I was in a tropical scene. The light scent of coconuts in the air helped transform the scene. Needless to say, I was immediately at ease and could feel my tight muscles relaxing right away.

She asked me to undress and make myself comfortable on the table. She said there was a towel on the table I could use to drape over myself as I laid face down.

As she shut the door behind her, I pulled my top over my head and kicked my heels off. I unzipped my skirt, let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it, kicking it over with my shoes. I slid my pink bikini panties off and put them with the skirt and top, and unhooked my matching bra, slid it off my arms and tossed it with the rest of my clothes. I took the towel and draped it around my back, under my arms, kurtköy escort as I got onto the table laying face down. I adjusted the towel so it covered my behind, then let my arms rest above my head and waited for her to return.

Christina returned to the room, asked if I was comfortable, and began the massage. She stood to my right and started with firm, long strokes along my back and across my shoulders. Her hands felt amazing. My body just melted under her touch. She continued to work on my back and shoulders, and then extended her strokes up my arms, kneading each muscle with her skillful touch.

“How’s the pressure?” she asked.

“Perfect,” I replied.

As she turned to work down my sides to my lower back, I realized her touch was turning me on a bit. Christina was a beautiful woman, and I have always found the female body to be easy on the eyes – so soft and curvy. I used to wonder what a woman’s touch would feel like, and suddenly, as I was feeling her soft, yet firm, strokes on my body, I realized I didn’t want to wonder anymore.

Her strokes grazed the top of my ass, and I felt my body tingle. She moved on to my legs, starting at mid-thigh, kneading the large muscle in long fluid motions. As she did this, she would graze my ass ever so slightly, causing me to let out an audible sigh without my realizing it. I could hear the smile in her voice when she said “Are you enjoying the massage so far?” I couldn’t seem to speak – I just answered with “mmm-hmmm”.

She slid her hands down my leg, rubbing my calf, ankle, and foot. Then she moved to my other leg, this times starting with the calf, ankle and foot. Then she worked her way up my leg to my thigh. I could feel myself anxiously waiting for her touch to go higher. As anticipated, her fingers reached the base of my ass, and her strokes grazed my cheeks. Then, as she was massaging my inner thigh, her fingers just briefly grazed my pussy. I couldn’t etiler escort bayan help myself from gasping – the touch was so unexpected but sent electricity through my lower regions.

She immediately withdrew her hands and apologized profusely. “I didn’t mean to touch you there – I’m so sorry. How unprofessional of me!”

I wasn’t sure what to say, so I just said what came to mind first: “It’s okay Christina – actually, it was a nice bonus to the massage, you didn’t have to pull away so fast….” I followed my response with a nervous laugh. Oh my goodness, did I really just say that?

Christina responded in a way I could have only dreamed about. “Really? If you really mean that, I could continue. I have given sensual massages a few times – but I was thinking this would be more professional than that. But if you are okay with it, I’d be more than happy to oblige.”

Seriously? Was this beautiful acquaintance of mine offering what I think she was offering?

“I’m through with your back-side, why don’t you roll over?”

As I rolled over, I suddenly saw her in a new light – the beautiful fair skin, the long wavy brown hair, her deep green eyes, her petite build, her most-likely C-sized breasts. She was wearing low-rise yoga pants and a white tight-fitting tank top – I could see her curves easily, as well as a glimpse of her firm, flat stomach.

I was trying to adjust the towel, but it fell away from my breasts as I rolled over, revealing just how turned on I was. Seeing my hard nipples, she giggled and said “I don’t think we’ll worry about the towel.” She took the towel from my hands and set it aside.

She asked again though to make sure I was comfortable with the kind of massage we were proceeding with. “I’ll be honest, Christina. I’ve never been touched by a woman. But I’d really love to continue.”

“Really? Never? Oh, sweetie, you’re missing out! Okay, enough chitter-chatter. Just bostancı escort lie back and relax….”

I did as she told me, and tried to calm the mix of nerves and excitement running through my body.

She started running along my thighs again, this time there was no restraint and she let her fingers slide along my pussy each time she reached my upper thigh. My body yearned for more. I could feel my senses coming alive. She worked her way up my body, along my stomach, up my sides, and to my breasts. She took one in each hand and massaged gently, rubbing her thumbs across my erect nipples. I could feel my body heat up from her touch. My pussy started to pulse, anxious for attention.

As a woman, Christina knew exactly how to touch me. It was like nothing I’ve ever felt before. She slid her hands down my body, and traced the crease at the top of my thigh. She then slid her fingers over my clit, and started circling it skillfully. I could feel my clit coming alive under her touch. She continued circling my button with her thumb as she slid her fingers through my lips and toward my wetness.

Oh my god, this felt amazing. My hips started to rock, and my hands started gripping the sides of the table. I could feel the orgasm coming, but she slowed her touch a bit to prolong the feeling. She slid her fingers in and out of me slowly, and dragged the wetness up and around my clit.

I couldn’t help myself – as my breathing quickened, I found myself whispering “Faster, Christina, faster!” She obliged, and as she was fingering me, she flicked my clit faster and harder. I felt like I was going to explode.

She whispered “Cum for me, sweetie.” Her voice put me over the edge. My hips rocked and I arched my back while I squeezed my grip on the sides of the table. It was the best orgasm I had ever had.

After my body relaxed, she finished the massage with soft, full-body-length strokes. Then she left to allow me some privacy. I took a moment to regain my composure and got dressed. Even though the massage was free, I left a sizable tip on the dresser for her. I left the room, thanked her, and went on my way.

Monday morning, I emailed her, again thanking her for a wonderful experience… and asking if she had an opening for this Friday evening….

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The woman placed her coffee down on the table I sat at and sat down looking at me. I hadn’t seen her arrive, I was in a bit of a dream. She looked familiar but I wasn’t sure. Without looking directly at her I noted unconsciously that she was wearing trousers and heels and a jacket. She placed her coffee cup, looked up and made it obvious that she was looking directly at me.

“It’s Emma isn’t it?” A well to do accent. I only just managed to keep my mouth from dropping open. My eyes flickered over her and away again. Good looking, well off clothes and jewellery, taste.

“Do I know you? You do look familiar, I must admit.” I said blushing and embarrassed.

“I was a friend of your Mistress, about 8 years ago.” I stared at her for a full minute in shock. My face flamed even more. It wasn’t the answer I was expecting. I couldn’t believe it. I looked down at the table again. I didn’t think anyone knew me here, in this town. Not from back then. I hid my submissive self from everyone normally but I couldn’t stop myself looking at the table.

Eventually I had to ask. “Did… Were you…” I couldn’t finish. I couldn’t look up. I wanted to run away. I wanted to cry.

After a long while she answered, “Yes. My name is Amelia by the way. Yes, she shared you with me. I was one of those women.” She said it softly, but firmly. The answer was too much to bear. I didn’t know what to do. I thought of bluffing my way out as I had done before when people thought they saw through me, but I doubted I could manage it with this woman, with her knowledge. I idly thought it must be nice to faint, have other people rush over, let me escape, but I knew I was fantasising to try and escape another way.

“I would guess that you don’t see her anymore.”

“No.” My voice croaked. “No… I don’t.”

“Its what I expected. I think she prefers them younger, doesn’t she?”

I had been young then. I babysat for a woman, Angela, who had a little girl. It was nice to have a little bit of my own money every now and then, not that she paid a great deal. I didn’t go out much but it helped and getting out, even to babysit was good. I babysat quite a lot. Angela was nice, she was always friendly, complimented me, talked and listened. I didn’t get much of that at home. My father was a doctor, my mother a scientist, we were well off monetarily but poor regarding time together. With Angela I felt as if I could open up, confide, explore things. I felt almost grown up, at least taken seriously.

She had even asked me about sex, which totally shook me at first as I had never spoken about it with anyone before. I had never had a real boyfriend, nor to be honest, other than to gain a bit of prestige with the other girls, wanted one. When I admitted that my sex life was totally non existent she immediately asked me if I masturbated a lot! I nearly choked. Certainly no one had ever asked me that. Nor had I any idea what ‘a lot’ meant. I felt a slut doing it at all.

Over time I gradually opened up more regarding sex, I was still embarrassed a lot but I gradually got to the point where I could even ask questions and I learnt a lot, lost my total naivety . One question she would ask me often was ‘did I finger myself last night?’ I would blush with embarrassment as I often had but I always answered truthfully. Then she would ask more embarrassing questions, what position, did i play with my tits, did I finger inside as well, how many fingers, did I orgasm.

One day she admitted to me that she was into women not men. I was amazed, she was really pretty and had a daughter but she said she would never go with a man again. I had never really thought about lesbian sex before. I knew I liked looking at other girls and women but I had never come across anyone who admitted it. They were just more attractive visually than men often. At school the term lesbian was a put down amongst the girls, certainly not a thing that one would own up to.

Another day she asked me about internet porn, did I look at videos or read stories? I didn’t look at all. Another innocence. She made a list of some web sites and left me her laptop when she left to go out so I wouldn’t have to use my phone. I had never seen anything like them. I became so aroused I needed to touch myself as I continued to watch. They were mainly, though not all, lesbian videos and stories and usually with something I found out about called dominance and submission. I came more in that one night than I had ever done before. In the days following I couldn’t get the images, especially from the stories, out of my mind, my knickers were constantly soaked, my need for release was like a tsunami, it overwhelmed everything.

Of course she asked about my reaction to what she had left for me to see. Face blazing, I couldn’t deny it. Each time I babysat she left more stories, more videos. Her questioning became more and more embarrassing and yet strangely I looked forward to it. “What had brought on my orgasm, did I think pendik outcall escorts about licking women’s pussies afterwards, did I like the women telling other women what to do sexually, did the idea of being punished make me hot?” To make it worse I had begun to realise over time that if there was a dominant woman in a story, in my mind it was Angela, the submissive was me. I knew it was only time before she asked me about that too.

She seduced me slowly. With looks, touches, gentle kisses. She was nice, careful, took it slowly. I fell quickly. It was exciting and new, the attention and her knowledge, it made me feel grown up and not involved with the boys that were driving me insane with their childishness just then. But she refused to do anything further. I was underage. It was too dangerous, I was devastated. It was only three months she said. It felt like an eternity to me just then.

She made me sit down and told me that until then I could still be with her, still be hers. I was to learn all the things she wanted me to learn, how to do things, things she expected of me, things I should expect. She gave me things to research when I wasn’t with her. Everything to do with consent, power exchange, obedience and display. I had to practice with certain things and let her know how I felt. I had to continue to learn through the stories and videos she told me to look at. She also expected my school grades to continue as before and that I did not look like I was going off the rails.

She showed me a sexual world I had never dreamt of. I wanted to be with her all the time. I was ready and willing, and I must admit, eager. Even though I had never been with another girl, I desperately learnt how to please her, how to love her pussy and her body in general, how to use my hands, fingers and mouth. I learnt that I wanted to please her, liked her taking control of what I did even before it was sexual. Slowly she had made me realise that I had to do what I was told. She was an adult and though I wasn’t a child I was used to it, it was no big deal. I did as I was told.

She wouldn’t allow me I to wear trousers or tights with her, only skirts or dresses and hold-ups. And under the skirts, no knickers were to be worn. But it wasn’t just clothing, my obedience was expected and it was certainly expected in sexual things In fact I began to realise so much was to do with sexual things. I hadn’t realised what was sexual, wearing skirts was, not wearing knickers was even more obviously. She expected me to understand I was to be available, realise how my actions and clothing should be about that availability and what she might want of me, of my body. My body would belong to her. That was how she saw it and I didn’t argue. In fact as I began to further understand and conform to her instructions about my availability to her, I really enjoyed and appreciated that feeling of her being in charge of me, and I found that it aroused me.

Everything moved slowly but surely. I went with it all. I found it excited me, liked being told what to do, what I couldn’t do, especially as the rewards were so extreme compared with anything else I had come across.

And then it was my birthday! I was legally of age. It wasn’t legally for me to have sex. I wanted to immediately but I had to spend the day with my parents not her. I couldn’t get out of it. But the following day I gave myself to her.

“Have you another Mistress now?” Amelia asked. Her gaze was so sharp.

“No. Its… I haven’t…” She looked at me while I still stared at the table. My coffee going cold.

“I think I understand. It’s difficult adjusting isn’t it? You went off to college didn’t you?”

“Yes.” I whispered, feeling the need to accept her lead and just follow.

“Didn’t you find anyone to submit to there?”

“No.” I sat thinking of the pathetic males who thought they were gods and the self centred girls who accepted no responsibility.

I thought of the first time, she took off her skirt and then her knickers as I knelt naked in front of her. She opened her legs. i felt hypnotised by her. I had imagined this, I had waited for this moment. She moved her hands to the

back of my head and guided me towards her. I had seen her pussy before, as she had often seen me. The dark hair was neat. I could see her lips. She wanted me to lick her. I suddenly felt fear, panic. I had never done this before! What if I wasn’t any good at it, couldn’t please her? I was shaking and my eyes were full of tears.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. Let it come naturally.” Her voice soft, understanding. I could feel heat radiating off of her pussy, that familiar faint smell and then my mouth was there, between her legs, the firmness of her lips and the tangy exotic taste of her juices on my tongue.

“Good girl…” She whispered, leaning back, resting her sex to me. I pictured

her face in my mind, her eyes closed as they were a moment etiler escort ago,I looked up her stomach to her tits, her nipples hard. I had longed for this moment. I ran my tongue up the length of her slit, the point exploring round and round her clitoris. She moaned softly. I could both hear and feel it inside her. Her hand was still on the

back of my head and she pushed me gently. I increased the pressure of my tongue

on her clit, circling it in slow but firm motions. She moaned again, a beautiful sound. I was so wet then, I longed to be able to touch between my legs. iI knew I would cum as soon as my fingers hit that spot. But I didn’t dare. She would decide. She was moaning more now, and my tongue was moving faster. I could taste more of her, I couldn’t get enough of her juices, lapping and sucking and pushing my tongue inside her. I wanted to have those glorious juices all over my face wanted her to cum. I felt so proud, so spoilt. It felt vaguely religious, this intimacy. I almost felt a growl within her body and her muscles twitching and a gush of juices on my face. I was in awe.

I felt her hands holding my head, pulling me away. I didn’t want to stop but I raised my head. She smiled and bent forward and kissed me. I knew her juices were all over my mouth.

“Good girl.” I almost came myself.

For quite a while I had only been wearing skirts when I was with Angela in public, and of course skirts or dresses without underwear. I always had to know I was available to be touched by her, or seen. At her home I was mostly expected to be fully naked unless told otherwise. It felt both humiliating and arousing to be naked while she was dressed most of the time. I hadn’t realised how that simple thing could make me realise that I was so submissive. It made me realise I was just a dirty little girl and my needs had made me realise what I had grown into from the initial angelic innocence in the space of a few months. I couldn’t do without the pleasures she gave, the excitement, even the punishments and humiliations. I liked those too. It may sound odd but I did. They made me feel almost as hot as the sex.

She had me masturbate for her pleasure, often. Usually standing in front of her. She seemed to love watching me, especially as she knew it was very humiliating for me. It was the most humiliating thing I had every done but I was always such a horny little bitch when she wanted me to do it. She wouldn’t always allow me orgasm though, she would make them build, make me wait, until I was so desperate, in need them more and more. Of course she controlled all my orgasms, I was never allowed to cum on my own anymore. Of course I had a teenager’s needs, my body felt like it was her musical instrument. My orgasms were simply amazing when she let me cum. At other times she could keep me on a sexual edge, playing me, keeping me begging for hours until she allowed me release and I exploded. In return I had to promise not to let myself cum on my own, not without her permission. I was obedient even though at times I was desperate. I could have done it without her knowing, at least for a while, but I never did. It made me feel even more hers.

It made me realise she had more self discipline than me and more patience. It also made me realise that now she was fully in charge of me, she had control of me and my body and my needs. I simply accepted it. It was the way things were. The urgency I felt obliterated everything else for me at times, whereas she understood that the gratification came from the control. I knew I needed her for her control. I needed her to allow me to, or not. Even being denied was exciting as it made me know my place and I felt that strange arousal and humiliation at the same time.

She used to use my bottom too, as she realised that it also humiliated me to have her make me expose myself like that and have her finger me in what had always been quite a private hole but was now just another of hers.

“Did you do anything special for the millenium?”

“No nothing. I watched it on TV, got a little drunk with a bottle of wine. You?”

“Just dinner. Do you live here now?”

“Yes. I have a flat a few minutes away. Do you live here?”

“Yes. My husband was in a car accident, mercifully, and I have a house on the outskirts.” I looked up at her. She laughed. I didn’t know if she was joking or not. She must have realised and added, “Yes, I am a merry widow now. Are you in a relationship?”

“No. I… I live on… my own.” I looked at the table again. I didn’t know what to say.

“Do you ever think of having a Mistress again?” My face flared with heat again. I felt so hot, uncomfortable.

“I… I… I…” I tried to deny it. To disillusion her. But my body was screaming the opposite loudly.

One day I called around to find her with a friend, Miss Mary to me, who I had seen a few times before. After saying hello to her friend Mistress told me to istanbul outcall escort strip off. I admit I hesitated at first, being naked in front of someone else was something I had never done. Mistress very quietly told me that my hesitation was not acceptable and I needed a spanking with the spatula. I begged her not to and tore my clothes off. Naked I stood still in front of them as they both appraised my young body. My tits were a B cup and very firm. My buttocks were not full but round and pert like my tits. I knew Mistress liked them. My pussy was shaved now and became very swollen whenever I became excited, as I had quickly become now. I

Eventually Mistress spoke.

“I will wave the punishment but you must never act like that again. You will need to beg both of us for forgiveness and ensure you pleasure us with your mouth to compensate your bad behaviour. Begin with Miss Mary.”

I was really shocked. She wanted to make me please another woman as well as her. I’d never been with another at all. And she would watch me. Oh God. My body began shaking.

“I’m really sorry Miss Mary. I wont be bad anymore and I wont cause any scenes and I’ll do everything Mistress tells me to do in future so I don’t cause anybody any embarrassment. Please forgive me and may I give you pleasure somehow?”

“Now tell Miss Mary just what you will do to pleasure her.”

I blushed even redder than I was already. I described all the things I had been taught to do with my mouth and fingers. It was hugely embarrassing being naked and now having to actually say them aloud and made me even more aware of what I was going to do, as having said the things I could do I couldn’t go back on them.

I was directed to unbutton some of her clothes and take off others. Kneeling in front of her I licked and suckled her breasts until I was told to move on to her pussy. I did everything as I had with Mistress obviously. I used my tongue to dampen the outer lips and to part them as she spread out for me. I could feel her clit was large and I suckled it into my mouth between my lips until I knew she was ready for my tongue and fingers to fully draw out her pleasures. I felt her cum in my mouth like Mistress. She was a little less in control than Mistress but still far more than I could ever be.

She was the first of many. Mistress had lots of friends, other women like her. Amelia had been one. I admit I liked the attention, liked that she showed me off, I was allowed to be with her and her friends, her lesbian friends. If we were out they knew I was with Mistress, belonged to her. They knew I was hers, was obedient to her. I didn’t speak, of course, I just sat there and listened. It was relaxing not to worry what people thought, being with these women who knew, who accepted, who felt the same as Mistress and me. I certainly didn’t tell any of my younger friends. But I wasn’t often allowed to simply sit and listen. I was exposed and made to perform and used. I had to waitress for them naked, masturbate for their amusement, pleasure them, let them use my body. I found I liked that too. It was difficult to come to terms with at first but I knew it even from the beginning.

My eyes looked at her hand as it covered mine. A gesture of comfort. I was in a bubble. The coffee bar had no other customers, no noise, nothing outside the table and chairs we were at. Her hand lifted from mine and went to my cheek, where it caressed softly, then moved to my mouth. A finger slid inside, between my lips. Intimate. Erotic. Compelling. I suckled upon it, my eyes almost closed.

“You are lonely.” It wasn’t a question though I nodded gently with the finger still in my mouth. “It isn’t a good place for a submissive.”

“You became a teacher didn’t you?” Again a soft nod. I wondered how she knew. I looked up at her. Her gaze was strong, direct, my eyes half dropped. “The long summer holidays.”

We sat for a while like this, my emotional state dissipating, the finger in my mouth calming. “Have you plans for today?” I shook my head. “Do you want me to make plans for you?” Eventually I nodded. The finger slowly slid from inside my mouth, rested on my chin. “Say it.”

“I would like you to make plans. For me.”

The finger moved invaded my mouth again, deeper. It slid in and out slightly. Was she moving it or was I?

A week later I moved all my belongings from the flat to her huge house on the outskirts of town. We just celebrated our 20th anniversary.

I was bound spread eagled on the bed. Mistress always left just enough slack in the ropes that I could twist and struggle a bit, but I was never going to get loose. She had put a blindfold on me, though not a gag. A Hitachi Wand was hung from the ceiling above the bed. When she turned it on it swung back and forth as I struggled on the bed with it bouncing around against my cunt. It was so frustrating when every time I managed to remain calm enough to have the wand rest on my clit, the vibrations excited me too much to hold still and I would rock to the side or jerk up, knocking the Hitachi off my pleasure target. I could remain still for just a while at times as it built up my pleasure but soon the control left my body and it swung away, not staying long enough for me to cum. I was grunting, pleading, whimpering.

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