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Finally, all our planning was coming to its conclusion. Ted was coming over to meet with me to see if we could come to a mutually satisfactory resolution of our differences. I was nervous about the meeting, but hoped that after it I would be reunited with my love, my all.

I heard a knock on the door, and answering it, found Ted, as expected. I was dressed as nicely as I could, with a matching blazer and skirt, with my prettiest silk blouse. I had put on sexy lacy lingerie under it, in case I “got lucky”! Ted looked equally stunning, wearing a sport coat that I’d not seen before, so I figured it was new. It was nice to know that he wanted to dress up for me. I was flattered and impressed by the depth of his concern.

“Hi, Ted, come on in,” I said with a smile. “It’s nice to see you again!” I kissed him on his cheek, as it didn’t seem appropriate to kiss him more intimately at this point. “Won’t you take a seat?” He looked nervous, and I did my best to put him at ease. “Can I get you some iced tea? You always liked that. Extra sugar, right?”

“Yes, thank you Lisa,” he said. “Well, the place looks very nice. You’ve done a wonderful job of decorating.” I blushed prettily for him, and said, “Well, I took a course on decorating. I wanted to make the house look more like a home. Do you know what I mean?”

He said, “Yes, I think I do. I’ve been looking forward to our resolving our differences. I’ve missed you, Lisa.”

“Well, I’ve missed you, too, Ted,” I said. We sat down with our iced teas, and Ted began.

“Lisa, I’d like to talk about us getting back together. I really think we can have that good thing we once had. But, I have to tell you, if we can’t work it out, you really need to give me consideration in the final settlement.”

“What consideration is that, Ted?” I asked. “I want you to be happy, really, I want us both to be happy…”

“Well, I’ll lay it out straight for you. I can haul your butt into divorce court anytime I want, because I happened to catch you in flagrante delicto. My lawyer says that means I caught you fucking that young girl. Now, I may not have to be that nasty with you, I sure don’t want to be, but things are gonna have to change around here.”

I gasped at the audacity of his coming right out and threatening me with blackmail like that. It looked like things wouldn’t go as nicely as I had hoped. I felt my cheeks burning from my blush, and I knew Ted could clearly see that I was blushing.

“For one thing, you can just stop fucking other women, and anybody else you’ve been seeing. For another, you’ll do anything and everything I tell you. Otherwise, it’s back to D-I-V-O-R-C for you!” Ted never was any good at spelling, but that seems to be a common affliction with printers. “And last, but not least, I’m free to do and see anyone I want. If I want to go out and fuck some little filly, well, that’s just what I’m going to do, and you won’t say squat!”

“Ted, I can’t believe that you’re going to do that to me! Surely we can work things out cooperatively?”

“Fuck off, Lisa. I’m rulin’ the roost now. I’m the master of this house now.”

“Well, Ted,” I pleaded, “how would you prove that I was with another woman? Wouldn’t it just be your word against mine?”

“Sure it would…if I didn’t happen to have an eyewitness with me who SAW you, in bed with another woman!” I gasped, and looked away.

“You had someone who can confirm what you’re claiming?” I cried. “Who is it?”

“You don’t need to know her name, just know that she SAW you, and can testify to it!” Ted yelled.

“Did she say that she would testify against me, Ted?” I said.

“What do you mean, ‘did she say’, I’m telling you she’ll testify,” Ted blustered.

“Well, why don’t we make sure,” I said. “It wouldn’t do to find out that you and she saw two different things, would it?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Ted said, with a puzzled expression.

“Let’s ask her,” I said. “Oh, Dani, can you come in here for a minute?” I said in a loud voice.

“Sure, lover,” she responded, as she walked out of the bedroom into the living room. She looked like a dyke’s wet dream in sheer see-through bra and panties, covered modestly by a see through nightie. I could clearly see her nipples and her fine brown bush between her legs. She walked over to me and, taking my arm in hers, reached over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I turned my head to her and our lips met in a passionate kiss. We broke the kiss after a few seconds, and I turned back to Ted.

“Now, what were you saying, Ted?” His mouth hung open enough that a bat could have flown in there, which struck me as a pretty good idea, as empty as his head was. “Maybe you’d better re-interview your witness to make sure she saw what you saw.”

“What the fuck…” Ted gasped out. Not fast on the uptake, my Ted!

“Yeah, we’ve been doing a little fucking, haven’t we, Dani?” I said.

Dani giggled. “And sucking, too…not to mention licking, and fingering!”

I denizli escort thought I’d move things along, so I asked Ted’s question of Dani myself.

“So, Dani, what did you see in my bedroom that day, long ago?”

“Nothing, Lisa. Nothing at all,” Dani responded with a grin. Her hand rubbing my butt through the skirt seemed to have a distracting effect on Ted. Or perhaps it was just Dani’s body language, which was telling ME a lot! I’ve got to hand it to Ted, though, he wasn’t going to give up too easily, whether because of his grit or his stupidity.

“Uh, I can still make trouble for you Lisa, by filing, I mean by this divorce case dragging your name through the mud. You won’t be able to show your face in this community, ever again!”

“I’m not too sure that showing my face is a big priority any more, but as to your divorce case…Karen, can you show us what you’ve got?” Karen came out of the same bedroom, wearing a conservative, professional looking business suit and severe looking glasses with horn rim frames, and adjusting her bra slightly, and looking a little flustered. I knew it wasn’t from anticipating dealing with Ted, so I looked at Dani, and she just smiled and shrugged. Apparently, leaving Karen and Dani alone together was not necessarily an option for the future. In any case, I returned to dealing with Ted.

“Miss Brock, you’ve done some investigation into this matter. Please tell us what you’ve found.”

Karen spoke up in her best business-like voice. “We determined two things. First, Mr. Summers had been having a physical affair with Miss Corella here for at least six months, and were seen by numerous individuals-“

“Oh, yes, THAT’S true!” Dani interjected.

“-and we determined that the so-called ‘Writ of Divorce’ that he served you with was not an official document, but a fraud.”

“Meaning?” I said.

“Meaning some individual counterfeited a legal document and forged the signature of a justice of Family Court,” Karen added.

“And that means…” I said.

“…that said individual could be charged with felony forgery.” Karen finished.

“Oh my!” I said. “Ted, isn’t that awful?” I smiled at him, and said, “You know, I would have been content to live as we did for the rest of my life. Then I met Karen, this young lady, and you tried to take advantage of me when you thought that I was under your thumb. I’m not the greatest person in the world, I know that now, but you are really beneath contempt. Our marriage, at least the part between you and me, is over and we ARE going to end it, my way, but my greatest concern is for the children we created, and whom I love with all my heart.”

I outlined for Ted the new ways would be. We would each own the printing company with 50% shares, but he would run all the operations, answerable to outside auditors hired by me to see that he didn’t skim money. That enabled me to now become a ‘lady of leisure’, or close to it, and to care for the kids all the way through college. I would also get the house, if I chose, and we would be officially divorced so that he could pursue his affairs, and honestly, I could too. I would have full custody of the children, but he would be allowed to visit almost any time he wanted, with notice.

I didn’t want to punish the children by denying them their father, because I thought it would least disrupt their lives. Ted agreed verbally to all I dictated to him, and slunk out of the house. I’m not a hard-hearted person, but when he left, Karen, Dani and I broke out into gales of laughter, many because of the relief we felt that it was over. I suspect that Ted heard us laughing, and I hope he didn’t think it was at his expense…or perhaps I do.

“Dani, where did you get that outrageous lingerie? You look like a whore’s wet dream!” I said.

“Well, I knew it would catch his eye, and I wanted to really shock him,” Dani confessed. “To see that his girlfriend had turned into a lesbian before his eyes had to be quite a shock, and I enjoyed every moment of it,” she said with a grin.

“Speaking of lesbian, what were you two doing in there before I called you out?” I asked.

“Well, you see,” said Karen, “I thought Dani looked pretty nice, too. I complimented her on her body, and she, uh, responded to my comment very positively-“

“I wanted to fuck you right there, Karen, and you didn’t just ‘tell me’ I had a nice body, you SHOWED me the parts you liked with your hands!” Dani exclaimed. “But anyway, we kept it together, sort of. Went pretty well, don’t you think?”

“I can never thank you both enough. You saved my life, really. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay you, either of you!” I said. “How about I show you around the place, since it’s ours now, and I never gave you the Grand Tour before.”

“Ours?” They both said.

“You don’t think the kids and I are going to live here all alone, do you? You guys are welcome here anytime, but more than that, I want you to think of it as adana escort your homes, too. And I REALLY hope you’ll be sleeping over a lot!” I said with a blush.

They both hugged me for the longest time, and when we pulled apart I saw that they both had tears in their eyes. “Oh, c’mon, don’t start crying, you’ll get me crying, too,” I said, but it was too late. We all started crying tears of happiness and relief, and hugging.

After a while though, after we’d had a good cry, I said, “Looks like we need a nice bubble bath to restore us. First stop, the garden tub, which you’ve seen but never experienced.” We walked into the bathroom and I started filling the sunken tub. I’ve previously described how beautiful the room is, with an unobstructed view of the garden around the outside, which is all floor to ceiling windows (plus a privacy fence, too!). I turned on the faucet to the tub, and added some fragrant bubble bath.

Karen, spotting the toilet, said, “This stress has been hell on my bladder, and now the sound of that water is even worse! Do you mind if I pee?”

Neither Dani nor I minded at all, so Karen dropped the skirt to the floor, along with a slip, and pulled down her panties to her knees. Just before she sat down, I got the idea to tease her cute little pussy. After all, I hadn’t had a chance to touch either one of them and I was getting hot. I ran my hand over to her cute little mound as fast as I could, and shot my middle finger into her cunt while cupping her hole. “If you keep that up, I just might pee on you,” Karen warned.

Feeling playful, I said, “Go ahead, you don’t scare me, you big bully!” With that, she sat down on the toilet seat, and began peeing into my cupped palm. I was a little surprised that she had carried out her threat, but not at all disappointed. Her hot golden liquid pooled in my hand, then overflowed over the sides and through my fingers. It was a thrilling feeling, knowing that I had an 18 year old, hot looking girl, pissing on me, if only my hand. She peed for the longest time, then finally her flow slowed and stopped, and I handed her a piece of toilet tissue, and removed my hand from her pussy.

I sniffed my fingers and found the smell not at all offensive. Maybe there would be more in this direction in our relationship. I turned to look at Dani, and she had her hand inside her very insubstantial panties, stroking herself. “Wow, that was nice, Lisa. Maybe I could pee on your hand sometime…” Dani mused. “unfortunately, I don’t have to pee now, but maybe later!” She finished, hopefully.

We finished stripping down, and descended into the tub. We relaxed in the warm, soapy water and chatted about a million different things, getting to feel even more comfortable with each other than we already did, since one impediment to our relationship had been removed. We soaped each other’s backs, and played with the bubbles like little girls, and with each other like big girls. At one point, I had one hand stroking Karen’s cunt while the other attacked Dani’s pussy. They both came, but when they jerked from the pleasurable feeling of their orgasms, they slipped against me, nearly drowning me.

To make up for it, they positioned themselves, one in front of me, one behind, both facing me, and started fingering my holes with one hand, and a breast or my neck with the other. Dani was behind me, and I felt her finger slip into my ass and begin fucking me. Her other hand was occupied with massaging my back, which was VERY pleasurable, especially after all the stress and tension we’d been through. Karen, in front, had two fingers inside my welcoming pussy, and her other hand was alternately caressing one of my breasts and squeezing a nipple. I tried to hold off from cumming, as it was a wonderful sensation to be felt up by two girls at once, but I soon felt myself rising on the tide of passion, and crashing to my climax. “Oh, yes, fuck me, fuck my holes, you own my hot holes, you can do whatever you want with me, just FUCK, FUCK, OH GOD, YES! YES! FUCK ME, PLEASE, I’LL DO ANYTHING, JUST FUCK ME, DON’T STOP!” I moaned very loudly when I came, and they both giggled. We carried on that way for at least a half hour, and I can honestly say I never felt better getting out of a bath tub.

We all dressed, in real clothes, Dani in a fetching fall print dress, Karen in her usual t shirt and jeans, and me in a t shirt and jeans, too. “Hey, you’re turning into a dyke, Lisa!” Karen teased.

“No I’m not,” I retorted. I just didn’t have any NICE clothes available.” Dani said that she had to go back to her apartment, and Karen and I kissed her lovingly as she walked to the door.

“When will we see you again?” I said.

“Don’t worry, Lisa, I’m a part of your life now, and Karen’s too. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Dani said with an expression of sadness. “I’m just sorry that I have to leave now, but I can’t get out of a meeting. You guys have fun, and ‘Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do…'”

“Yeah, malatya escort like we haven’t heard THAT before,” Karen said with a grin. Turning and facing the empty house she shouted, “Dani says we can do anything we want to!” Dani grinned appreciatively and left. As her car pulled away, Karen came over to where I was sitting in the recliner, and gracefully deposited herself in my lap. Turning her face to mine, she kissed me slowly and deeply. We stayed like that for at least 15 minutes, just kissing and enjoying the feel of the other’s body pressed against our own. I felt like a defective part of me, my relationship with Ted, had been surgically removed and a wonderful new, warm relationship had been transplanted in its place.

Karen and I sat like that, then Karen said, “It’s not enough.”

“What’s not enough,” I asked.

“To put closure on today’s events, you need a good, thorough fucking, in a bed, by your lover. C’mon!” with that she jumped up, and pulled on my arm to drag me towards the bedroom. I followed my arm in, and when we got in the bedroom, Karen threw her arms around my neck, snuggled up next to me, and kissed me again, with tongue. Lots of tongue. I could see that this wasn’t going to be a slow, leisurely time like in the tub with Karen and Dani, or like with Karen kissing in the recliner. No, Karen was full of energy, and I could feel it flowing into me, too, as we stood there, together.

Her contagious enthusiasm had me responding to her passion, and I felt my hands sliding under her t shirt to grasp, then caress, her perfectly round boobs. Her nipples were sharply erect, and I enjoyed their rough feel as I slid my palms all over her tits, cupping them and pinching her nips gently. Her hands slid down from my neck to my ass, where she began squeezing my ass cheeks very hard. Finally one of her hands left my ass, and traveled between us to the snap and zipper on my jeans, unsnapping, unzipping and tugging them down in one smooth movement.

“How’d you get so good at that?” I whispered in her ear.

“Trying to fuck another girl quickly in the bathroom of a bar can make you fast,” she muttered. “Now don’t distract me,” she yelped when I teased one of her nipples a little too hard. Before I knew it, she had my bottom completely naked, and I stepped out of the jeans and panties. She lifted up my t shirt, over my head, and as my arms came back down, now completely nude, she attacked my mouth again with hers, and began playing with my breasts, much harder, with both of her hands. I melted into her arms, and she walked me over to the bed, and lay me down on my back, in the center.

She stood before me now, and did a slow strip tease that had me begging, literally. “Please, fuck me now,” I said, “My pussy is wet and hot, see?” I showed her my cunt by pulling back my vaginal lips, to show her how wet I was. She ignored me, and slowly pulled her t shirt off, and her hair settled around her shoulders like snow around a mountain top. I loved the way her brownish-red hair looked against her pale skin. My eyes were drawn to the brown aureoles and nipples that I had just enjoyed touching, and now watched avidly. She cupped her breasts in each hand, and with a hungry look in her eyes, tossed her curly hair from side to side, and stared fiercely into my eyes. I was awestruck.

She then reached down and slid one hand down the front of her jeans, and I could see the ripple it made in the denim fabric as it got closer and closer to her pussy. When she reached her goal, I could see that she was inserting it deep inside herself, and fucking her tight hole. She slowly withdrew the finger, and pulled it out of her pants, holding it separate from the others. She sensuously brought it to her lips, then slowly circled her lips with it, and then slid it into her mouth, which she had open just enough to allow her finger tight entry.

I was ready to cum, and she hadn’t even finished undressing yet. But I kept my legs spread wide for her, so that she could see how wet she was making me. I fingered my clit for her, and rubbed it fiercely, my legs shaking from the energy of my cum. While my one hand fingered my clit, and slid a finger into my wet slit, my other hand was busy up at my breasts, pinching my nipples until they were sore. “Please, fuck me Karen!” I shouted, but again, she ignored me.

She brought her hands to the snap of her jeans, and undid the little copper rivet, then sensuously slid down the brass zipper with her right hand. She put a hand then on each hip, and shimmied the tight cloth down her hips. I could see that she wasn’t wearing any panties, and my mouth watered. With her jeans still on, but completely off her hips and ass, Karen fell onto the bed next to me, and one of my hands quickly went to her wet cunt, the other to cup her luscious ass cheeks.

We brought our mouths together in a hot, prolonged kiss, while I slid my fingers into her tight cunt and ass hole, finger fucking her into a frenzy. Meanwhile, she had both hands on my breasts, squeezing and pinching them. She broke our kiss, and lowered her mouth to suck on my nipples, prolonging my frenzy. “Oh, god, that’s good! Suck my tits, Karen, suck them hard. Do you like me fucking you? I love to feel my fingers inside your hot holes, fucking you, my love, my all!”

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*****

As much as she liked nature and was involved in many environmentalist organizations, Angelica couldn’t deny that she loved road trips. Road trips in cars to be precise. Especially, if she really wanted to be precise, naked road trip in cars. So here she was driving down the highway in the deepest part of the night, completely naked in her car. The safety belt was somewhat of a bother, pressing down on one breast and pushing the other one sideways, but it was a small price to pay for the freedom she felt on the open road, naked in the middle of the night.

Looking at the clock, she knew she couldn’t tarry; she had to get to the forest road before the sun came up. The people in the few cars she passed by couldn’t see that she was naked right now. At most, if they cared to look long enough, they’d think that she was wearing a tank top with strings. But once the sun would start shining light all over the world, she’d be in trouble. So she pressed harder on the pedal, enjoying the speed, the road and the music.

She didn’t really have to get up so early… 3 am certainly was an ungodly hour. But she had been looking forward to this trip for a while now, and she didn’t have a lot of opportunities to drive naked. One of her friends once described her as a hardcore nudist, and far from insulting her, she thought that it fit pretty well. She would arrive at her friend’s cabin very early, but Milla was a morning bird in any case. If ever her lack of sleep caught up with her during the day, she’d simply have to find the hammock she loved and lie there, dozing in the sun. Naked of course, as that was part of the deal the two friends had.

A couple of hours later Angelica saw the mountain and soon she was off the highway and driving on a well beaten dirt road. The last big truck to pass her had slowed down quite a bit, and Angelica guessed that he had been pleasantly surprised by her nudity. As the sun peaked through the trees, Angelica smiled. She didn’t like voluntarily exposing herself in non-nudist situations, but she wasn’t a prude either. In any case, if the driver had been offended, he wouldn’t have slowed down…

On this rarely used dirt road, with the sun high enough to light everything, she knew that anyone she’d meet on the road would see her breasts. Since the likelihood of such a meeting on this road at this early hour was very low, she didn’t worry about it. Indeed, half an hour later as she stopped the car next to Milla’s rented cabin, she hadn’t met anyone. The noise her car made was enough, in this very quiet place, to let Milla know she had arrived. Before she could even pull her bag from the trunk, she saw Milla walking towards her.

The feelings that took her when she saw her friend were mixed. Mostly, Angelica was very glad to see Milla. She really liked her, and had missed her quite a bit since their last meeting. Since they were going to spend the next couple of days together, all alone, Angelica should have been overjoyed. Yet, Angelica had only just recently made her peace with something that had been nagging her for a few years.

The feelings she had for her friends were more than friendship.

Angelica had been more or less attracted by Milla since the moment they met, but it had mostly been because of the blonde’s remarkable beauty. As she looked at her walking naked in the green grass, Angelica was once again taken by her sheer physical presence. Overflowing blonde hair above and all over a stunning body, nice full breasts, smooth tummy, hips, ass and legs… Damn! Then again, if Milla’s body had been the initial trigger, Angelica knew that her feelings now ran deeper than this.

Smiling broadly and sincerely, she nevertheless took a deep breath before hugging Milla. As their bodies touched, Angelica trembled and knew that she was in trouble. Milla was straight, had always been. While Angelica’s sexual open-mindedness didn’t bother her, discussions about it had never led to a similar confession on Milla’s part.

As they talked, bringing her stuff to the cabin, Angelica smiled to herself; her friend still had that peculiar french accent, despite being born and raised in English. When she first met her, that affection had seemed strange and even worrisome to Angelica; who would decide to use such an accent? The fact that Milla was studying French literature wasn’t an excuse!

But as the years went by, she simply accepted it and didn’t think about it all that much. On the other hand, right now she couldn’t stop staring and thinking about Milla’s lovely ass as she walked in front of her. And that fully shaven bush! What was up with that? Shaking her head, Angelica took another breath and followed her friend inside.

***

Early that same morning, Milla woke up to the sound of birds singing. Last night’s iskenderun escort first masturbation had been glorious, and she knew she was going to enjoy a number of other such sessions before going back to the city. But today would be different; her long time friend Angelica would be coming to join her for two days. While they saw each other from time to time, this meeting was a very special occasion. Angelica was a trained and gifted massage therapist. The girls had met at the nudist colony years ago and had become fast friends. Soon they discovered that they both went to the same college, and their friendship grew from this first summer on.

As for why Angelica would drive all this way to give Milla a massage was an interesting story. About five years ago Angelica got into some bit of trouble at college and as luck would have it, her friend Milla had been able to help. Sometimes old boyfriends were useful; one of Milla’s ex was now working in the dean’s office, and he had agreed to modify Angelica’s file. It was relatively risky, but Milla had been able to convince him easily. After all, she hadn’t left him because sex with him had been bad…

Milla hadn’t expected anything in return for this favour. But when she realized that Angelica was not going to accept it without reciprocating, she offered her a deal. “Come spend one day with me at my cabin, every summer, and give me a full day of massage.” Angelica had laughed and agreed immediately. The ritual had begun the following summer and had happened every year since.

In her bed, looking outside her window to what promised to be another great summer day, Milla’s hands reflexively reached for her bald pussy. Milla smiled, wondering about how Angelica would react. The two friends had seen each other naked countless times at the colony and a few times at each other’s homes or apartments. Yet during all those years Milla had never been completely shaven.

Angelica shaved her armpits and her legs from time to time, as she understood that it was bad for her business, but nothing else. The dusky skinned woman had a remarkable bush that she let completely wild. She also liked to tease Milla when the blonde trimmed hers too much… “Oh well, she’ll have to deal with it!” thought Milla with a smile.

Looking at her box of toys, Milla wondered if she was going to play with her toys before breakfast. “Maybe just my fingers and some lube?” she thought. Milla could become wet enough by herself, but she found that the extra and unique sensations of artificial lubes were nice in themselves.

Throwing the thin blanket on the floor to let the sun caress her body, she poured a large dollop of lube into her hand. Seconds later her first small moans broke the silence and set the tone for the day. Her moans eventually increased until she cried her pleasure as loud as she could, something else that she enjoyed doing out here, in the middle of nowhere. Her climax was delicious even though it had been very quickly reached.

Reaching lazily for the glass of water near her bed, Milla drank then stretched on her bed. A few lingering fingers still caressed her lips and she grinned again. Definitely, she really liked this smooth shaven skin. Finally getting up, Milla looked at herself in the mirror, smiling at the sight of her still glistening pussy, belly, upper thighs, inner thighs…

Caressing her breasts, she thought about her question from yesterday; were her breasts big, or just average? It had bugged her ever since her breasts started developing. Covering them with lube as she played with them and so threatening to rekindle the embers of her pleasure, she watched herself carefully.

“I wonder what Angelica thinks of them…” she asked herself, not for the first time. She knew her friend was bisexual, and actually leaned a lot more towards lesbianism. It had been strange at first, to be naked and so close with a lesbian, but it didn’t bother her anymore. Angelica, in addition to being a radical nudist, was also a philosophy graduate.

She had convinced Milla that if such ideas bothered one person, then that person didn’t really understand nudism. Nudism wasn’t about sexuality at all. These days, Milla was nearly as convinced as her friend of that truth. Nearly. More than once she had felt her pussy tingle at the sight of some men.

“Could I dare ask her what she thinks of my breasts?” Milla laughed out loud at the thought. Yet, Angelica was the most open-minded person Milla had ever known. Nevertheless when she imagined talking about it with her friend, comparing their breasts and all, it felt very awkward. Especially, Milla had to admit to herself, since Angelica truly had large breasts. While they hadn’t talked about their breasts many times, they had had a few conversations about bras. Regardless of how you looked at them or with what you wanted to compare them, if you wore 36E bras, you had large breasts. On the other hand, her denizli escort own 32D and 34C bras left her right on the limit.

Reflexively, before getting out of her room, she looked around for her panties. Smiling, remembering that she had only brought one pair (to get here, and to get back out to the city), she got out of her room naked. It had been far too long since she had enjoyed a truly nude daily life. Sure, walking around naked in your apartment, with all the blinds and shutters closed, was nice enough.

But it felt more like a naughty pleasure than a way of life. “There was nothing wrong with naughty pleasures,” Milla thought as she poured herself a tall glass of orange juice, “but one must not forget that being naked is just our natural state of being.” Yet as she rubbed her fingers together, feeling the lube still there, Milla knew that being aroused was also a natural state for her. She knew that she was enjoying her yearly visits here as much for the time spent exploring her sexuality than for nudism itself.

Again, she wondered what Angelica would think about that… Not that Angelica wasn’t a sexually awakened woman, far from it. The luscious mane of very long black hair, curly and screaming femininity, her always obvious breasts, the way she smiled, moved her hips as she walked… There was no denying it, Angelica was a bonfire, and she enjoyed the thrill of the chase and had enjoyed many lovers, both male and female. But she really didn’t want to mix nudism and sexuality. Probably just on the basis of the concept itself; since nudism was often associated with licentiousness, Angelica argued too far on the opposite side.

After a quick shower, as she ate the last bite of her croissant, Milla heard Angelica’s car approaching. Almost jumping out of her stool, she refrained from running all the way to her. Before she could really think about what she was doing, she hugged her friend, and was suddenly surprised; they had hugged countless times while dressed, but Milla realized that it was their first nude hug. Not the same… Not the same at all. Angelica didn’t seem to mind, and in the rush of pleasure she soon forgot about it. She saw Angelica’s eyes taking in her shaven pussy, but her friend didn’t say a word.

Carrying one of her friend’s bags inside, Milla tried to quiet her mind. She was very excited about her friend’s visit. A bit too much, actually. Glancing behind her, she smiled at Angelica, taking in her friend’s beauty. Her wild mane of hair seemed longer than she usually kept it, and even more luxuriant. So much so that Milla stopped walking and turned around. “Did you change anything?” she asked, looking at her friend.

“What?” Angelica replied. “I’m naked! What could I have changed?”

Milla laughed as she heard the answer. Looking up and down her friend’s body, she insisted nonetheless. “I know, silly! But there’s something different.”

“Well, it only means that it’s been too long since you saw a really beautiful woman!” Angelica laughed.

Milla laughed with her and turned back towards the house, shaking her head. She couldn’t know that Angelica had just shaken her head at her mere moments before. “So,” asked Angelica as they walked, “what’s up with that shaven bush? Nude’s good, but this is a bit much!”

“Argh! I knew you’d tease me about this…” Milla replied, faking an exhausted sigh. “I decided to do this yesterday, on the beach. I nearly shaved all the hair on my head as well!”

“Gods! Don’t do that!” was Angelica’s quick reply.

“Don’t worry… those are there to stay.”

“You look like a child… Turn around, let me look!” asked Angelica.

Milla did turn around, and let her friend look. She’d done it a few times in the past, and while Angelica hadn’t seen it, she had always been intrigued. Now, as Milla looked at her friend staring at her, she felt strange, exposed. “Oh cut it out!” she laughed, turning around again.

Angelica laughed behind her. “Guess I’ll have to call you Caryamia from now on… You really look like a child!”

“Caryamia? What does that mean?”

“It means little girl… Don’t ask me in what language. I found it in an old novel. It seems to fit you now. Do you mind if I call you Caryamia?”

Milla turned her head around, grinned at her friend and winked. “As long as you still give me your wonderful massages, you can call me whatever name you like…”

“Don’t worry Caryamia… I’m planning on having my hands all over you for my entire stay here…”

“Good!” Milla said as they entered the cabin.

As soon as she said the words, Angelica regretted them. “Damn!” she thought. “Why did I have to say that? At least, Milla didn’t seem to understand the double meaning…” Once inside they unpacked some of Angelica’s things, including her flute, an inflatable mattress for the lake and quite a few pillows, blankets and lubricants for massage. “Lubricants…” Angelica adana escort thought, abashed. “Oils! Not lubricants!”

It was barely past 8 o’clock and the girls decided to go for a morning swim. Despite the early hour, the sun and total absence of wind made for a relaxing and very warm time both in and out of the water. They spent an hour or two chatting, catching up on various subjects, both intimate and not. Both of them were still single, but they had a few lovers here and there. Milla, always curious about her friend’s lesbian adventures, decided to ask the question she’d held back for a long time. “Angelica, I know it’s a strange question, but when you’re with women… don’t you miss the… well, the man’s er…”

“Their cock?” finished Angelica, grinning. “Well, yes, sometimes. It depends on the woman. With some, I don’t even think about it or feel like something’s missing. With others, it’s an itch I can’t scratch.”

“Oh. I see.”

“Why the question, suddenly?”

“No reason.” said Milla, honestly. “I’ve been wondering about this for a long while, and never dared to ask it.”

“What? You shy about sex?” Angelica laughed. “Got any more questions for me that you’ve been afraid to ask?”

“Probably…” replied Milla, a small smile on her lips.

“Shoot! Couldn’t think of a better time!” Angelica replied, smiling.

As Milla asked her first question, Angelica was well aware of the potential risks of her invitation. The very pleasant conversation on the bank of the lake only confirmed what she already knew; she was pretty much in love with Milla. Had been for a while now.

She remembered how she had felt a year ago, on the long ride back to her home after her yearly visit here. She had spent the entire time trying to figure out if her feelings for Milla were lust or love. She tried her best, during the following weeks, to masturbate those feelings away. Yet instead of purging her of physical lust, every time she masturbated while thinking about Milla, her feelings intensified. Except for a few phone calls since, they hadn’t been alone together.

As she talked about her sex life with a woman she loved and lusted after, there was a little voice inside Angelica’s head that was screaming in alarm. Milla had no idea that Angelica felt anything more than friendship for her. So she was asking her questions without the faintest trace of inhibition. Angelica had invited to do so herself… “Did many lesbians use dildos?” “Was she a breast or ass lover?” “How did two lesbian decide who was the dominant in bed?” “Had she ever had a threesome?” and so on for a long while.

Some of her questions were pretty naïve, but Milla was obviously very curious. Also, if she didn’t know any better, Angelica might have believed that Milla was leading her on. What was that about breasts or ass lover? Angelica knew that her friend was very self-conscious about her breasts… Angelica had nearly said that she thought Milla’s breasts were stunning. And why ask her if she preferred blondes or brunettes? If Angelica had been asked that in a bar, she would immediately know that the other woman was flirting with her. And why oh why had she replied, “Blondes, of course…”

When Milla finally exhausted her reserve of questions, they got up and headed back to the cabin for a bite to eat. Looking at her friend’s ass again, Angelica had a very vivid image of herself taking a bite out of that ass. Laughing out loud at the thought, she had to mumble and explanation when Milla asked what was so funny.

Angelica knew she was excited, could even feel the warmth between her legs. Taking deep breaths, looking at everything but her friend’s body as it shone with fine sweat, she tried to clear her mind. It was not the first time she’d had feelings for a straight woman, and she knew she could deal with it.

After their meal, sitting lazily in the huge sofa, Milla said, “I think it’s time for my first massage, wouldn’t you agree?” Smiling, Angelica agreed. A few minutes later she had set-up her table outside in the full midday sun. As she went to her bag to get her bottle of oil and the handy leather belt that held it against her hip for easy access, Angelica heard Milla going outside.

Alone in the room, she took a few seconds to look around and saw Milla’s box of toys. Angelica grinned. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen it and while she knew what it was for, she didn’t know exactly what was in it. She should have asked about it earlier, when Milla asked her all of those intimate questions.

As she got out of the cabin, she briefly paused when she saw Milla on the table. She was just gorgeous, amazingly sexy, doing nothing but lying there on her belly. Her golden, glowing hair was falling around the table, swaying gently in the breeze. The arch of her back and swell of her nice buttocks were backlit by the sun, creating a very fine line of light all the way down her legs to her feet.

Even her feet were nice, as she looked at them while Milla was rubbing one against the other. Taking a deep breath, Angelica knew she was about to give one of the hardest massages of her life. Her pussy was already pulsating, her nipples were hardening and she hadn’t even put a single hand upon that golden skin.

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It was a long drive… Terri was tired, hungry and felt she needed a shower desperately. I had dinner all ready for her and all I had to do was drop the pasta in the boiling water.

I kissed her hello and pointed her toward the bathroom where her towel and scented soap were waiting for her. “Let me know when you’re ready for your back to be washed,” I told her.

“Ok,” she said. I could tell she was drained.

I went and busied myself in the kitchen, anxiously waiting to see her wet, naked body. Table set, candles lit, the salads waiting for dressing. What to do, what to do?

I couldn’t stand it any longer. I went into the bathroom, the scent of her soap assailing my nostrils. “Ready for me yet?” I asked.

“Sure! Here ya go,” she said in her silky smooth voice.

I opened the curtain and reached for the soapy cloth as she turned her back denizli escort to me. The sight of her naked body made it difficult to concentrate on the task at hand. Gently, at first, I soaped up her back, then applied a little more pressure, giving her a good back scrubbing. Her back washed, I didn’t want to stop touching her. “If you’ll turn around, I’ll wash your front too,” I said sheepishly. With a grin on her face, she turned to face me.

She looked past me to the opened curtain, “You’re getting your floor all wet, Honey”.

I looked down and sure enough, there was a large puddle of water standing on the floor.

“I guess so,” was my response as I opened the curtain and stepped into the shower – fully clothed. My clothes were instantly soaked, and my nipples hardened as my T-shirt became saturated. I was obviously adana escort excited.

After washing her breast, and drawing circles around them with my hands, I presented her to the spray of water to rinse them, and bent down to kiss each one. Holding her waist, the kisses on her breast became more intense and I sucked each one in my mouth. Letting the water rain down on my own body, I closed my eyes and let the water run into my mouth. I released her breast from my mouth and dropped to my knees.

She placed a foot on the edge of the bathtub, which opened her up to me. I knelt between her legs, her womanhood directly above my head. Her clitoris exposed and eagerly awaiting my tongue, I obliged and began licking her clit. My hands were on her hips as they began rocking back and forth allowing my tongue to stay stationary. The rhythm malatya escort of her hips became faster and faster across my tongue as her orgasm began to build… the strokes became shorter and shorter. I applied more pressure to my tongue. Then she stopped… I knew she was about to explode. I grabbed her hips with my hands, buried my face in her pussy and sucked and licked as she grabbed my head and pulled me further into her. Her knees bent as though to pull me deeper. Her orgasm was explosive! I inserted two fingers to feel her juices flow, and my own orgasm was instantaneous. I continued licking and sucking until the wave passed, then dipped my head to lap up her juices with my tongue. The water was freezing by now. She quickly rinsed any remaining soap off her body as I began removing my wet clothes. I kissed her long and deep…loving the feel of her lips on mine.

I opened the curtain, and she asked sweetly, “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m going to make the pasta,” was my reply.

“Don’t I get to do you?” she asked.

“Baby, you’ve already done me,” I said as I reached for my towel and handed one to her.

The End

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I strongly suggest you read the earlier chapters of the series, as they provide important context about the characters and themes of the series.

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I could not believe I was in this position, licking the crotch of this middle-aged doctor who only a few minutes before I had been interviewing for my research study on BDSM activities between women. I felt trapped, unable to resist her command, as my tongue soaked up the wetness that was pouring from her pussy.

As I licked her, she gently caressed my head, and I could make out her murmuring, “Yes, that’s a good girl, you’re doing so well, just like that.” Her praise further motivated me in a kind of sick way, and I worked harder to thrust my tongue even deeper between her lips. I twirled it around, then pulled back and sucked gently on her labia, first the left and then the right.

“You’re such a good pussy licker, aren’t you. You’ve had experience with this before, haven’t you?”

I continued sucking, but then she grabbed my hair and used it to pull my head away from her crotch and force it back to look up at her. I looked into her eyes, and she gave me a stern look. “I asked you a question, you little slut,” she said forcibly. She pulled me forward out of the chair. “Get on your knees.”

I complied with her command and knelt before her. “Yeah. . .yes. . .I have,” I mumbled out my response. “But only just recently.”

“So Lady Amber was your first?” she asked me with a smile.

I was shocked to hear that she knew what had happened between me and Lady Amber. “How did you know?” I asked her.

She laughed, still holding my hair, forcing me to look up at her from my knees. “Amber told me all about it, dear. How did you think I knew that you’d be interested in servicing me as well?”

“I don’t know,” I replied, “I hadn’t really thought about it.”

“Well, I don’t yet have the ability to read people as quickly as Lady Amber does, so her filling me in made it a little easier to read you. With that information, it wasn’t too hard to get you in the right situation, right her on your knees before me.”

I was surprised to hear that she had planned everything out. “You mean, that was not an accident, the water. . .”

She interrupted me, laughing raucously. “Of course not, dear – I didn’t realize you were bringing your research assistant with you, so when you arrived with her, I had to figure out a way to get rid of her.” She had a very smug look on her face. “So the spilled water did the trick.”

Oh god, I thought to myself, I can’t believe I was manipulated again. But here I was, on my knees, my face just a foot or so away from this woman’s naked crotch.

“What do you say we make ourselves a little more comfortable,” she said, releasing my hair. “Or at least I’ll get more comfortable,” as she winked at me and turned toward the bed. She walked over to it, fluffed some pillows against the headboard, and lay down on the bed, propping herself against the pillows. “Take off my robe, and the rest of your clothes.”

I realized I was powerless to resist, so I untied her robe, put it on the chair on which I had been sitting, and then shyly shed my blouse and bra, placing those on top of the robe. I turned to face her. As I did, I saw she was staring at me intently.

“Not bad for a woman your age,” she said. “Your tits are quite nice, they don’t sag very much given how big they are. They must be what, about a 38D?”

I was humiliated listening to this almost-complete stranger talking about my breasts like this. “No,” I said in a soft voice, “I normally wear a 40DD.”

“Even larger than I guessed,” she said with a chuckle. “What do you say when someone compliments you, dear?”

I hesitated for a second, not sure of what she wanted. “Um, thank you?” I asked questioningly.

“Thank you what?” she responded.

I knew immediately what she wanted. “Thank you, Mistress,” I said, with a resigned tone in my voice. I knew where this was heading: another repeat of the humiliation I experienced the day before with Lady Amber. As much as I wanted to run from the room, I knew I was powerless. And never mind that I didn’t have any clothes on.

“Much better, my little slut,” she said, with a look of triumph on her face. “Now get up here and let me feel those huge tits of yours.” She patted the spot next to her on the bed.

I walked slowly to the bed, and got up on it, not sure what she wanted, so I sat on my haunches on the spot she had indicated, facing toward her. She sat up a bit so she could reach me. She extended one hand toward my right breast, grabbed the nipple between her thumb and forefinger, and began to squeeze. It was already quite large, the result of my arousal, but the attention she was paying to it caused it to grow even further. As she continued to increase the pressure, I gasped, unable to restrain myself.

“Ah, my little slut likes this attention to her titties, doesn’t she?”

I could only nod, my humiliation continue to grow. She let go of the nipple, and when I looked down, I saw how swollen she had made it, iskenderun escort causing it to grow to a size much larger than its mate.

“I want to see those big udders hanging down, just like on a cow,” she commanded of me. “Get up on your hands and knees where you are.”

I did as she commanded, my tits hanging down below my torso, just as she wanted. She began to caress them, one hand on each side, and then began to slap at them, making them wobble around.

“Very nice, slut, I could have a good time with these.” She scooted around me on the bed, so that she was now behind me. “Well, well, this must be Lady Amber’s handwork on your ass here I see.”

I had forgotten that my cheeks must still be red from my spankings by Lady Amber yesterday, and the reminder of them by Martha only increased my shame. I buried my head in my hands on the bed.

I felt a sharp slap on one of my cheeks. “Is it Lady Amber’s work?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, sucking in a sharp breath from the pain. “I hadn’t realized you were asking a question, ma’am.”

She started rubbing my ass more gently. “Not to worry dear – just a little discipline to make sure you understand who is boss. In fact, I have just the thing to help you – just what the doctor ordered, as we say,” she said, laughing once again. I kept my head down, but felt her get up from the bed. I heard her walking back toward her bathroom, and then come back and get on the bed behind me again.

I felt something cool on my ass, and shuddered as it touched my body. I felt her hand rubbing something onto my ass cheek. “This is some aloe lotion that will take the sting away from what Lady Amber did to you. From the marks, it looks like she used one of her paddles on you. I certainly know what those feel like!”

“Thank you, Mistress.” Her hand rubbing my ass felt good. She switched to the other cheek, rubbing some more lotion on that one as well. As she rubbed, I felt her fingers get perilously close to my asshole. I wasn’t sure if it was just an accident, or if she was doing it on purpose. As her fingers grazed there, I shuddered a bit.

Martha must have sensed my reaction, because she said, “Oh you little slut – you’ll learn that your body is mine, and I can do whatever I want to it, including playing with your little crinkled asshole if I want.” With that, I felt more of the cool lotion right on my crack, running down it, until it reached right to my rosebud. Since she had warned me, I did my best not to react, but it was hard not to with the sensation of the cold liquid on that most intimate part of my body. I felt her fingers start to rub the lotion into my crack, starting at the top, and then moving lower and lower, until one of them was circling my asshole itself. I knew what was coming, fully aware of just how humiliating this was to me. Against my best instincts, I tensed up to try to repel the intruder. Just as I did, I felt a finger beginning to push against my rosebud.

I felt Martha’s head very near my ear. “Open up, my little slut,” she whispered into my ear. “It’s only going to make it more painful if you resist, just relax.”

I did my best to follow her instructions, relaxing my ass to the intrusion that I knew would follow. She continued to push with her finger, gently at first, letting me get used to it, and then with a turning motion, pushing more insistently, until I felt it pop in. I had an immediate flashback to the sensation I had when Lady Amber had done the same thing to me last night. I did my best to relax, knowing it would make it easier, and as I did, I felt her finger push even deeper into me. I moaned, both in shame, but also because it felt so good.

“Oh you little slutty sub, you like this don’t you?” Martha asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, my head still buried in my hands.

“I know just what little girls like you want, they want their assholes played with, don’t they.” I felt her finger rotating around, exploring my ass at will. I then felt her other hand on my pussy, which by now, was dripping so much I was afraid the evidence was running down my legs. “Just as I knew,” she said, rubbing the wetness into my labia with her fingers, “you’re loving every minute of this.”

I was resigned to my fate, and gave her the affirmation she wanted. “Yes, Mistress, I am.”

She continued her finger’s insistent exploring, occasionally pulling it out a bit and then pushing it back in. Each time she did, I gasped once again, and found myself getting even wetter. With one of her fingers in my ass and the other hand rubbing my pussy lips and grazing my clit, I was afraid that I was going to cum, shaming me even further.

But just when I was thought she was going to send me over the edge, she stopped, pulling her hand away from my pussy, and with an audible “pop,” removing her finger from my ass. I was so close to orgasming, I almost collapsed on the bed, and groaned.

“That’s enough of your pleasure, now it’s time to see what else you can do for me.” I felt her shift on the bed again, and lifted my head elazığ escort to see what she was doing. I saw her going back to the propped up pillows, and lying back against them. “Get up here and finished what you started before.” She had her legs spread, displaying her hairy pussy to me, and had a finger pointing down at it.

I got up on my knees, and moved over between her legs. I lowered my head, and I could see that she was even wetter than she was before, confirming for me how turned on she was by dominating me. Her labia were swollen and full, easily visible and extending through her bush. I began servicing her once again, starting by tonguing and sucking her labia. I heard a gentle mewing sound coming from her, and she said in a far-away voice, “That’s right baby, you take care of mommy like a good girl.”

Her infantilizing of our relationship enhanced her domination of me and turned me on even further. I continued stimulating her labia with my tongue, and then moved on to run it around her clit, circling it over and over. As I did, I could feel it growing, extending out of its hood, seeming to reach out to me. I felt her hands continuing to caress my hair and head, pulling me in even tighter to her crotch.

Her clit was extended so far that I could now grasp it with my lips, and sucked it into my mouth. I sucked on it, gentle at first, but as I felt her body respond even more strongly I sucked harder still.

“That’s right you little bitch, suck me, suck me hard,” she was saying, pulling my face even more tightly into her. I had to gasp for breaths by pulling away from her for a moment, and breathing in the fetid air that was surrounding her pussy. I continued to suck, pushing her closer and closer to what I assumed would be a huge orgasm. But then she grabbed my hair again at the back of my scalp, and pulled my head away.

“Not yet, slut – I want to cum all over your face.” She got up, and pointing to the spot she had been lying, said, “Lie down there flat on your back.”

I wasn’t sure what she was going to do, but immediately complied with her directive. I saw her swing one leg over my body, and she scooted up so that her pussy was now right below my chin. I had a front row seat to her pubes, glistening with a mixture of her juices and my saliva. The odor was overpowering; she was clearly so turned on by what she was doing to me, that all I could smell was her arousal right under my nose.

“Ready, slut?” she asked

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, knowing what was coming. She scooted further up my body until her wet, steaming pubes were right over my mouth. “Get to work,” she commanded.

I began licking once again, repeating what I had done to her before, playing with her labia and then seeking out her clit first with my tongue, and then with my lips. It did not take long for her to come back to a boil, no more than three or four minutes, and she was getting even wetter. With her position above me, I could feel the juices flowing onto my chin, and then down my neck. I thought that I would never be able to forget the smell of her and what she was doing to me.

She began to grunt, softly at first, but then more loudly and rapidly. I knew she was close to cumming, and I was glad to have the denouement, as I did not know how much more I could take of being smothered by her. As the pace of her grunting picked up, she began to slide her crotch forward and backward over my face, as if to get even more stimulation on her pussy. I tried desperately to keep my lips attached to her clit as she rocked harder and harder back and forth.

Finally, after another minute or two, I heard a loud, “Arrrggghhhh,” and I was showered by a blast of warm liquid. I was horrified at first as I thought she had peed on me, but then I quickly realized that she had ejaculated – something I had never experienced myself, so I had had no firsthand knowledge of this. It went on for about 10 seconds or so, and went everywhere on my face – my lips, my nose, my eyes, even into my hair. She collapsed even further on my face, grabbing onto the headboard behind me.

I turned my head to the side and gasped for some fresh air, taking deep breaths, trying to clear the smell of her out of my nostrils. After a minute or so, she lifted herself back upright. I looked up at her as she said, “Damn, you’re pretty good at that for someone who came so late to pussy licking. Amber said you were good, but I didn’t think you’d be this good.” She had a smile on her face, and hair looked as mussed as I knew mine must be. Her face and chest were flush, a pinkish hue that I knew was the result of the massive orgasm she had just had.

She swung her leg back over my chest and dismounted from me, lying next to me on the bed. She reached over to the nightstand next to the bed, and I heard her open a drawer. Her hand came back up, and she threw a small hand towel onto my face. “Here,” she said, “clean yourself up with this.”

I did as she suggested, the best that I could, happy to have something to wipe her cum and other juices off of my denizli escort face. What I really wanted was to just go back to the hotel and clean myself up before I my other appointments in the afternoon.

I wiped my face as best as I could, and then started to sit up. Before I got too far, I felt her hand grab my tit closest to her, and she pushed me back down. “Where do you think you’re going, my little subbie?” she asked.

“Uh, I. . .I thought we were done,” I responded meekly.

She slapped at my tit, hard enough that I yelled “ow.”

“You’re done when I say you’re done, slut.” She slapped my other tit, and said, “You still have more work to do.” I couldn’t believe that she’d want me to lick her pussy more; I could only imagine how sensitive her clit must be with all of the attention I had paid to it.

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied docilely, not knowing what she wanted. I felt her sit up, and begin to swing a leg over me once again. I was amazed that she wanted more, but before I knew it, she swung around, so that rather than putting her pussy over my face, she was facing my feet and plopped her ass down on my tits. My vision was filled with her ass cheeks; my first impression was that they looked very taut for someone who was a few years older than I. Her skin was milky white and smooth, nary a blemish diminishing the beauty of those two globes. Between them I could see her furrow, an only slightly darker shade than her skin at the top, but then darkening as it went further and further toward the forbidden center of her asshole, until it reached a deep brown color.

I knew what she wanted, but couldn’t believe that I could get myself to do it. I had never done this to anyone before, but I knew I could not say no to her. It was not the fear of what she would do to me that was stopping me; rather, it was a deep, down sensation that I had to do this to satisfy my own curiosity and craving.

She looked at me over her shoulder, a sly smile once again on her face. “You know what to do, don’t you, you little slut.” I nodded assent, but that wasn’t enough for her. “I want to hear you say, you little sub.”

I took a deep breath, and prepared myself for the next step in my degradation. “You want me to lick your ass, Mistress.”

“Not just my ass, slut, but the whole thing. I want to feel your tongue deep in my asshole, and you’re going to do it for me, aren’t you?”

Another breath. “Yes, Mistress, I’m going to tongue your asshole.”

“Good baby,” she responded, “I can’t wait to have your tongue up mommy’s ass.” With that she turned her head back, and scooted backwards to place her ass on top of my mouth. “Get to work.”

I began to tongue her cheeks, first one, then the other. I was surprised by how smooth her skin felt; not quite like the proverbial baby’s bottom, but again, for a woman of her age, it was incredibly soft and supple. I laved her cheeks, getting them wet with my saliva, exploring them as much as the limited movement my head was afforded would allow. My tongue was sore after all the time it had spent on her pussy, but I soldiered forward.

After about five minutes of this, she said, “Okay, enough foreplay, I want to feel you in my crack now.” I saw her reach back with both hands, opening herself up to me, so that I could now clearly see her brownish-pink rosebud winking at me. There was no missing my target, it was a mere inches from my tongue.

I lifted my head, and tentatively began a swipe from the top of her crack downward. I repeated this a few times, going lower with each pass, until I made my first exploratory foray to her asshole. The wrinkled skin contrasted with the smoothness of her cheeks and cleft, and the taste was just a bit tangy – not in an unpleasant way, but different from every other part of her body I had tasted. I circled my tongue around it, wetting it, and getting used to the feeling. I had a fleeting thought of whether she had prepared for this by cleaning herself back there before my arrival, a thought that almost made me shudder with the realization that she was so sure of her ability to dominate me that she had gone to that length.

But before I could explore that thought any further, I heard her voice again. “Get it in there, bitch,” she hissed, as she pushed her body backward, as if to force it onto my tongue. I did as she commanded, beginning to spear at her rosebud with my tongue. It met resistance at first, but after a few forays, I felt it beginning to ease open, and finally, with a strong stab, I was inside. Not far, but just enough for her muscles to be grabbing at my tongue, almost as if it was trying to pull it deeper inside.

“Ahh, you’re such a good ass licker, you little slut,” I heard her say. “Push it in there.” She rocked slightly back and forth, and I did my best to push in even further. After another minute or two, I felt her tense up, and then quickly, I heard the same grunts I had earlier when she came. A few seconds after that, I felt her shake, as another orgasm wracked her body. I don’t think she ejaculated this time, as I didn’t feel it on my chest, but she clearly had had another massive orgasm. Her asshole ejected my tongue, and she slid forward, her heard resting on my ankles, heavy breaths wracking her chest up and down on my legs. I was relieved to have my tongue back, and tentatively moved it around, trying to get the feeling back into it.

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Chapter Five: Lara is Stolen by a Teenager

After the Slave Contract signing, life at the estate continued as before. Life was good at their Paradise, their Garden of Eden. Mistress Casandra thought it was a perfect life. Lara and Tara, agreed with her, life here was perfect. So much Love and so much Sex. Yes, life was good. And then, as it sometimes does, life took a turn. A very unexpected turn.

One Thursday, about 3 weeks after the Slave Contract signing, the three young women, the Mistress and her two slaves, were in the Living Room, each reading. Just before 4pm, actually it was 3:50pm; Lara stretched and asked Mistress Casandra a question, “Mistress, may I go for a walk until Dinner time?”

Casandra looked at a clock, smiled at Lara and replied, “Yes, my dear Lara. You may go for a walk. Anywhere in particular?”

“No Mistress, maybe down to the Lake. It’s so nice there.”

“Yes it is. Go on, get some clothes on and go for your walk little one.”

Lara laughed and went and got “some clothes on”, and went for her walk, while Casandra and Tara continued to read.

At 5pm Tara said, “It’s 5. I wonder where Lara is, she’s never late.”

“No, she’s isn’t. She probably lost track of time. We’ll give her a little more time.”

Then 20 minutes, now they were both getting worried.

Casandra thought to herself, “There couldn’t be a problem. The Front Gate is closed and locked. There is the High Fence around the estate. No one can get in.”

But she said to Tara, “Let’s go look for her.”

Casandra waited for Tara to get dressed and then they went to look for Lara.

Casandra said to Tara, “Lara said she might go to the Lake, we’ll go there first.”

“Ok.”

And they hiked down to the Lake. On the side trail that leads to the Lake, they found Lara’s top and a short distance further, her shorts.

They both smiled and thought, “She’s swimming.”

And they kept going down the trail. To their surprise, no one was there. Lara was not there. They looked around and noticed many foot prints on the ground and on the sand, down by the lake.

Tara said, “Someone has been here. More than one by the looks of all these foot prints.”

Casandra did not answer but continued to look around and search for clues, any clue.

She cried out, “Look.”

And picked up a pair of panties, held them so Tara could see them and said, “These are not Lara’s. Someone has defiantly been here.”

They kept looking and soon noticed that the foot prints led to a path which appeared to go to the other side of the Lake. Casandra and Tara followed the path and we soon on the other side of the Lake. Casandra had brought along a map of the estate.

And said to Tara, “This path is not on the map. Let’s keep following it.”

They kept walking down the path and soon, they reached the High Fence; someone had cut a hole in the fence. How long ago, no way to know.

“But this must be how someone got in and it looks like they stole Lara.” Casandra said to Tara.

The path continued on the other side of the fence and they continued to follow it. A short distance, about 3/8 of a mile, they came to a road. And still, no sign of Lara.

They both thought, “How are we going to find her? How? God, I hope she’s all right.”

They stood there for a short while and then Casandra said, “We better get back to the house. Come on.”

Reluctantly, Tara followed her Mistress back to the house.

The next few hours were hell. Tara was crying and Casandra was trying to be strong. Neither one could eat or really do anything.

Finally, at 10pm, Casandra gently said to Tara, “Let’s go to bed. We must stay strong for Lara. Come with me darling.”

They went up to Casandra’s room and got into bed. Not for sex but to comfort each other. At about 3am, Casandra’s cell phone rang but as she answered, the caller hung up. Nothing unusual about that but in this situation, she got up, went down to her Office to check it out.

By checking online, Casandra is very good on the computer and very “tech savvy”, she found the phone number was listed to a “Bob Swartz”, a 44 year old business man with a home located on the other side of the small town. He is married and has one child, a daughter. He also has two other numbers and they are used a lot in other parts of the country. “The number that called is probably the daughter’s.” thought Casandra. She kept researching the daughter and found out: Her name is “Meagan”, she is 18 years old, and she is a senior at the local high school. And her parents travel a lot, a whole lot.

Casandra said out loud, “Poor child, she’s always being left by herself. She must be very lonely.”

From the High School computer system she also found that Meagan is absent quite frequently, and shows an excused absent for today.

Casandra thinks, “So, she home. I’ll check it out.”

Casandra has the address of Meagan’s house. “We’ll both go see if Lara is there, and if she is.”

By this time, it was 10am. Casandra was walking to the door went she stopped; iskenderun escort Tara was standing by the Front Door.

Tara said, “Mistress, she is my little sister, she is my Mom. I’m going with you.”

“Yes, of course you’re coming. Let’s find our little one.”

They ran to the car and drove to Meagan’s address.

On the way to Meagan’s house, Casandra and Tara made a plan on how to gain entrance into the house. Casandra decided that they would keep it simple. They would go up to the front door, knock and say that Tara’s dog was missing, Once they gained entrance to the house, “we’ll play it by ear.” The house is isolated and is surrounded by trees. Casandra drove by the house twice, both to pretend they were looking for “Tara’s dog” and to check out the neighborhood. She then drove into the driveway of Meagan’s house and parked. Casandra and Tara walked up to the house, called for “Tara’s dog, Sammy.”

At the door, Casandra knocked and when someone answered, “Yes”

“Please, can you help us. My daughter lost her dog, Sammy. Have you seen a dog running around?”

“No, go away.”

“Please, can we come in? Please, my daughter is so upset. Could she have some water?”

Tara was sobbing.

“Ok, come in but make it quick,” Meagan said as she opened the door.

Casandra and Tara walked in, sat down and told Meagan about “Sammy.”

As they were talking, Tara excused herself, “I need to go to the bathroom. Where is it?”

Meagan pointed down the hall and said, “It’s that way. Help yourself.”

Casandra kept Meagan’s attention while Tara went to the bathroom. When she got to the bathroom, Tara looked back into the living room, saw her Mistress had Meagan’s full attention and saw her chance to go upstairs. Tara walked up the stairs. When she was on the stairs, Meagan suddenly turned her head and saw Tara on the stairs. She yelled and stood up but Casandra pulled her back down and held her. Tara continued up the stairs and looked into each room, searching for Lara. She found her in what she gathered was Meagan’s room. Lara was laying down on the bed and was tied up and gagged!

“Lara” she cried out and went to her, untied Lara and removed the gag.

And held her tight. Tara led Lara down the stairs and Casandra went to her, made sure she was uninjured and held her tight. Casandra then grab Meagan, marched her to the dining table, and sat her down.

Then turned to Lara and asked, “What happened Lara? Tell us.”

Lara proceeded to tell Casandra and Tara the story of how she ended up here.

She said, “You remember yesterday I asked permission to go for a walk.”

“Yes”

“It was so nice outside and I was so happy. I thought I would go down to the Lake for a quick swim. You both know I love it down there.”

Casandra and Tara both smiled and nodded.

Lara continued, “As I walked down the side trail, I took my clothes off and felt so free.”

“Yes, we found them. Here they are.”

Casandra handed Lara her clothes and Lara asked her Mistress, “May I get dressed Mistress?”

“Yes, please do.”

Lara went on and said, “As I got closer to the Lake, I heard voices and thought, “There’s someone at the Lake!”

“I slowly snuck up and hid in the tall grass and looked. I saw two teenage girls swimming in the Lake; they were skinning dipping.”

Suddenly, I was tackled to the ground by someone and the hit knocked my breath away. As we wrestled, I could tell the other person was naked too. The girls in the Lake saw what was happening and ran up to us. Then soon had my arms locked behind me and stood me up. Meagan was the one that had tackled me. The three eighteen year old girls looked me up and down.

Meagan asked, “What do we have here. Where you from? Why are you naked?”

I did not answer, thought to myself, “I’ll play along until I can get away.”

“You better answer bitch.”

And she slapped my ass.

“What’s your name?”

“Lara,”

Meagan told the girls, “Hold her, and don’t let her get away.”

The two girls, both blondes and they’re names were Debbie, and Ann, held on to me.

Meagan took charge and said to me, “You are very naughty, walking around naked and spying on nude girls. Very naughty. You should be punished.”

And she spanked me. Swatted me 10 times. While the girls were holding me and noticed I was getting aroused.

Debbie laughed and said, “Look, she’s getting hot. She likes this. Are you a lesbian little girl?”

And Debbie and Ann started to touch me all over; my tits, my ass and my pussy. We slowly all sank to the ground and we had sex, right there. I was made to eat Ann’s pussy while Debbie ate me. After we had all came, they switched and I was made to eat Debbie’s pussy while Ann are me. And we all came again. It was very sexy.”

Casandra asked, “What was Meagan doing?”

“She was capturing it all on her phone. When we had recovered and stood up, Meagan said as she tied my hands behind my back, “I’m taking this bitch home with me. I’m keeping antakya escort her.”

Debbie and Ann both looked shocked. “What, you can’t keep her.”

“Why”

“She belong to someone”

“Yes, to me”

“How are you going to get away with this.”

“You know my parents are never around and when they do show up, I’ll hide her in the basement. And you too stay quite or I’ll show everyone this video.”

“You filmed us? Give it to me.”

“No, as long as you do as you’re told from now on, no one will know you’re both lezzy girls.”

“We’re not lezzy girls.”

“This video tells a difference story. So, behave. Get your clothes on and let’s go.”

The three got dressed and we walked to Meagan’s car. They made me get into the trunk. I could hear them talking and when Meagan dropping off each one she reminded them, “Remember, don’t say anything.”

She then drove us here and she brought me inside.

She told me, “Ok Lara, this is your new home. Do as you’re told and I won’t hurt you.”

I thought I would just go along with it until I could get away, so I said, “Yes Miss, I’ll do want you ask.”

“Good”

Meagan then untied me. She sat down on the couch, and ordered me to “crawl to me and eat my pussy. And do it well, or else.”

And for the next few hours we had sex. She explored my body and I hers. She came and came.

At 4pm she called a guy, Dirk was his name, her boyfriend and said, “Dirk honey, come over here right now. I have a surprise for you.”

When Dirk got to the house, Meagan introduced me as her “cousin” and said to explain my nudity, “She like to be nude. She is very horny and plays with herself all the time.”

“Really”

“Go ahead Dirk, fuck her. Fuck her brains out. I give her to you. She is going to be our sex slave.”

And he did, we had a threesome. I sucked his cock. It was really hot.”

“Dirk left at 10pm. As he was leaving, Meagan told him “not to tell anyone about our slave. It will be our secret.”

“No, I won’t. See you tomorrow.”

Meagan then led me upstairs to her room.

“Now behave, remember, behave.”

She got in her bed and said, “You sleep on the floor.”

I waited a long time to try anything. I saw her put her cell phone down on her end table and when I thought she was sleeping, I slowly moved closer and picked it up. I rolled over and dial your number Mistress. Just when you answered, Meagan knocked the phone out of my hand and grabbed it.

“You bitch, you bitch,” she yelled.

And she tied me up, put a gag in my mouth. And she left me there till morning. Meagan woke up at 7am and slapped my ass to wake me.

Then ordered me “to eat her out and make me come, bitch.”

Then she said, “Stay there bitch, I’m taking a shower.”

When she went to the bathroom, I tried to untie myself. But she was waiting for me to try that and came back to me and hog tied me. Now, I could not move. I was like that till you came and saved me.”

The whole time Lara told her story, Tara was getting madder and madder. Lara saw that and said to her, “It’s all right. She lonely, her parents are never here. She takes care of herself. She just mad at the world because of her parents.”

Meagan said, “My parents never wanted me, my Mother told me. They just want me gone. They don’t care.”

And she cried.

Casandra said to her, “There, there Meagan. It will be all right. But, you did a bad thing. You could go to jail. It’s very serious, kidnapping.”

“I didn’t mean any harm.”

Tara yelled at her, “didn’t mean any harm. You wanted to keep her for yourself. Let me punish her Mistress.”

Casandra said, “No, Lara was the one wronged, she will give the first part of the punishment.”

Mistress Casandra had an idea, a risky idea.

Casandra said to Meagan, “You will be punished. To you agree that you deserve it?”

“I guess so. Yes.”

“Come over here.”

And Casandra led her to the middle of the living room and said to her, “Strip”

Meagan looked at her, nodded and took her clothes off.

“Stand straight, let me look at you. Turn around slowly.”

Casandra marveled at the pretty eighteen year old teen with the reddish brown hair and thought, “She is the same size as Lara. Actually, she looks older than Lara.”

This could work.”

Casandra said to Meagan, “Walk back to the table, lean over and spread your legs.”

Meagan did as ordered and she leaned over the table and spread her legs. Casandra had taken some photos of Meagan standing and now took some more photos of Meagan leaning over the table with her legs spread.

She then ordered Lara “to spank her hard,” and knowing Lara’s good heart, added “she is being punished. Hit her hard.”

“Yes Mistress.”

Lara hit Meagan’s ass 20 times, 10 each cheek.

Then Mistress said to all three girls, “Get on the floor and make love to each other.”

Lara and Tara took Meagan in their arms, they all lowered to the floor and they had bursa escort sex.

Meanwhile, Casandra went upstairs to Meagan’s room and checked out her computer. She made sure that Meagan had no photos and videos of Lara or any references to Lara on her computer.

“None, good. Must only be on her phone,” she thought.

She looked around the room, did not see anything out of place. She then typed out a letter and printed it out. Then she went back downstairs.

The girls were still at it and went they had each come. “Ok girls. Get dressed. No, not you Meagan. You stay nude. Come over to the table and sign this.”

Casandra covered the words so that Meagan wouldn’t know what she was signing.

“What is it?”

“Slaves do not question, they obey. Now sign.”

And Meagan signed.

Casandra ordered her girls to “tidy up the place.”

While they others were busy, Casandra looked Meagan in the eye and said to her, “Meagan, there can be pain in slavery, as you just felt. There is also great pleasure also, such great pleasure as you just experienced. You are coming with us for the rest of your punishment. Are you ready?”

“Yes”

“Yes what”

“Yes Mistress.”

When Casandra was satisfied, and had gathered up Meagan purse and her cell phone, they all walked out to the car. No one saw them through the trees. And they drove off.

While driving, Mistress said to her slaves, “Lara, Tara, play with your new toy but do not let her come again.”

And they played with Meagan but did not let her come.

Meagan was so distracted by the two other slaves; she did not see anything outside the car as they drove. When they got to the estate and parked the car, they all got out and walked up the front steps and into the house.

Once inside, Mistress said, “Meagan is here to complete her punishment. She has agreed.”

And she said to Lara and Tara, “You are responsible for her. She is to do all of the Household Slave Duties except the cooking. She is not allowed outside. She will remain nude. You are to play with her all day everyday but she is not allowed to come, not once. She is not allowed to play with herself, cuff her if you must. At night, use bed restraints. Spank her at least once a day. The only restriction is no real pain and no marks.”

She went on, “Her parents are not scheduled to return for 12 days.”

Meagan looked at her and thought, “How does she know that?”

Casandra saw the look in her eye and answered, “I know all about you Slave Meagan.”

And she continued, “So, we have many days before us. At the end, we’ll decide her fate.”

“Yes Mistress” responded Lara and Tara.

And so the days went by. Slave Meagan performed all the Household Slave Duties; the cleaning, the laundry, changed linen, dusting, vacuuming, and cleaning the bathrooms. Everything. And, while she was busy, Lara and Tara would touch her, fondle her, and poke her. They kept at her all day, every day. And with all of that attention, Meagan got hotter and hotter, more horny and more horny, till she thought she would explode.

Mistress Casandra monitors all, and she was pleased with her slaves. She also kept an eye on the news. She wanted to see if anything about Meagan’s disappearance was on.

She figured, “Since we took Meagan on Friday and she had all ready gotten a “excused absent”, and her two friends, Debbie and Ann, are probably still mad about the video, and so are probably still not talking to her, and Dirk won’t say anything because he doesn’t want to get in trouble for fucking Lara, no one will notice until Monday.”

But, then Monday came and no reaction from the school. Casandra, checking on the school’s computer saw that her absent was recorded but no follow through. The computer records showed that not until Wednesday did anyone from the school call Meagan’s home. And the school did not call the police until Thursday. That evening Casandra saw a news report on a missing girl, Meagan Swartz.

The police had searched the home and found no forced entry and no sign of a struggle. And no sign of Meagan. A Source with the police stated that a letter, signed by Meagan, had been found on the dining table, it was to her parents. The source says while they are still investigating, it is thought to be a case of a “Run Away”

Day after day, Meagan worked hard and was played with. And she got hotter and hotter. She wanted to come so bad. She begged, she pleaded. But, no, she was not allowed to come. Finally, on the eleventh day at 1pm, Mistress Casandra called her slaves into the Living Room. She ordered Meagan to stand before her. Meagan watched Mistress walk to her and reach out and touch her left breast. And Meagan moaned.

Casandra said, “You are so aroused, so hot, you are about to explode, aren’t you Slave Meagan?”

“Yes, please, let me come.”

“And you will do anything to come, won’t you slave?”

“Yes, anything.”

Meagan dropped to her knees and pleaded with her Mistress, “Please Mistress, let me come. I’ll be a good slave. I’ll obey all orders. Please, let me come.”

Mistress then spoke to Lara and Tara, “Her punishment is over. Take her up to my bed and make love to her. Make her come. Afterwards, she will fall unconscious. Let her sleep. Make her come many times and she will sleep till morning.”

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Theresa O’Connell looked wistfully at the darkening skies and the last hint of sunlight permeated its way into her living room. She was alone… again and wanting anyone, anything for companionship. Her longtime boyfriend of three years had broken up with her suddenly, almost on a whim, Theresa thought that there was something else going on that she hadn’t seen, brewing just beneath the surface. Perhaps it was an affair of some sort, she couldn’t tell. Whatever it was, her beau had suddenly decided to disappear on her and leave her pining.

Now it was Friday again and she wanted a date, something, anything. She slid out of her work clothes and placed on a sweatshirt, and a pair of her blackest, slinkiest underwear, more for modesty than anything else. If anything, this break-up had given her an insatiable appetite for sexual things. She’d gone out to the movie rental place, and picked out three of the better ones (she thought anyway) Bridget Jones’s Diary, The Wedding Singer, and The Bachelor. She had popped one in the player and settled in with a stiff brew, leaning her head back on the couch so that she was well enough situated to be comfortable, and yet able to see the Tele without too much hassle.

She picked up the phone and quickly dialed.

“Hello, MARIO’S PIZZA home of the frankfurter special, how can we help you out tonight?”

“Hello Mario, this is Theresa O’Connell over on 159th Hallow Way, I’d like the usual please. “

“Pepperoni, and Mushroom?”

“Yeah. “

“Must be going to have one of those movie nights of yours, eh?”

“You do know me well my friend, yes. “

“Do you want anything else, breadsticks or something like that?”

“Nope, though would you mind sending over a 2 liter of some beverage?”

“Not a problem, the bill will come to 20. 38, regulars discount you know. “

“Yeah, I know. ” Theresa mumbled slightly to herself, knowing that Mario probably heard and iskenderun escort sympathized.

“That will be ready, and don’t worry, I have a feeling that something will pick up, and don’t you worry?”

“I wish I could be as optimistic as you, Mario. “

“Good night Miss O’Connell. “

“Night Mario. ” Theresa hung up the phone and turned back to her movie.

A little while later Theresa’s doorbell rings she goes up to get it, her toes are sliding along on the carpet, feeling the comfort of the shag. “One moment, be right there. ” Theresa synchs up the belt to her robe and goes to the door.

At the door is a stunning woman of Italian decent. “My name is Sonja. I tend to run for Mario, when he’s, hows-do-you-say, out?”

“How much do I owe you?”

“Mario said that the pizza is on the house, but he did say that I needed to do one more thing for him before I collected and left. “

Theresa looked at her strangely. “And what might that be?”

“Relax seniorita, it is not what you think. I am no street thug, nothing like that. “

Theresa blushed, “Sorry. So what may I offer you?”

“For first off, I’d like a table, this pie’s enough to burn off my hand. “

“Sure, sure, come this way. ” Theresa directs her to the table, and grabs her purse so that she can pay her bill.

“So Mario tells me that your beau, he broke it with you?”

“You mean, broke up with me?”

“Yes, so sorry, my English is improving, but it is not so good as of yet. “

“Yes, the rat bastard ran off with a waitress from Chez Delmonico. “

“That bastada!” Sonja was outraged. “Perhaps there’s another way that I could help you. ”

Theresa looks ay her suspiciously. “I don’t really have any money, I don’t think that I could afford to have him killed, though part of me really, really wants too.

Sonja laughed. “No, nothing like that at all. ” She directed Theresa hatay escort out to her car. Come home with me, I was told to give you warm place to live, Mario figured that you didn’t have any place to go, so he offered the back room but I told him that I would take care of you. “

Theresa smiled. “Yes please. “

Sonja placed her hand around her friend. “We’ll take my car, and come back for yours later in the day, does that sound good?”

It sounds wonderful. “

And so the two friends took off in Sonja’s Ford escort – it was a small cart for a small woman, but the apartment that Sonja owned was nothing if not immense.

“Please drop your stuff anywhere that you want to. You’re more than welcome to take a shower or anything else that you would like. I’ll go get you some linins, how about that?”

Theresa smiled, “T-thank-you I-I’d like that. “

Sonja disappeared into the backroom and returned a while later with the linins. “Here let me change the sheets and you can be on your way. “

“Thanks… ” Theresa watched as Sonja worked, noticing the other woman’s tanned hands and muscular body.

Sonja worked fast and in a few moments the sheets were changed and she was out of the room. “Here you have a good night and we’ll talk later, ok?”

“Ok. ” Theresa watched as her friend left and settled down in the covers for a long sleep. She wanted to ask about a shower, but didn’t want to seem too presumptuous, so she simply hugged her friend ansd went into bed.

Once Sonja left, Theresa wondered what to sleep in, for some reason, the room was beastly hot and she didn’t want to trouble Sonja by asking how the windows worked, so she opeted for the seconds best defense and slid off her clothe, leaving them in a pile on the floor and lying comfortably in the sheets, she drifted off to sleep.

She could feel strong arms around her, holding her closely…

“Shh, antakya escort don’t cry, don’t cry… “

‘Don’t cry? What was Sonja talking about?’ She reached up to touch her eyes, her fingers coming away wet. “oh… ” She said simply. ‘So she had been crying. ‘

“Shh, its ok, you can cry if you want to. ” Sonja sat herself down in the bed next to Theresa, sliding the blankets over to get into bed with her.

For a moment Theresa was alarmed and tried to shot a warning, but it was too late, Sonja was already in bed with her, and better yet, didn’t seem to mind her lack of sleeping attire.

“You’re right. ” Sonja said matter-of-factly, “it is slightly warm in here. I guess that I should take care of that. “

Before Theresa could say anything, Sonja slipped out of her clothing and soon, as was naked as she.

“Scoot over, you bed hog you… ” Sonja smiled at her new friend. She embraced Theresa, kissing her slightly,

Theresa let herself fall into the kisses, and her hands went down lower to the downy pubic thatch that looked so good.

A slight moan ensued and the two lovers spent the next two hours making love to each other.

At first Theresa was worried that something would happen, but soon settled into her friends arms, and fell fast asleep.

When Theresa awoke the next morning, Sonja was already out of bed, dressed, and cooking breakfast.

“Mm, something smells good. “

“Did you sleep well?”

Theresa blushed. “As if you didn’t know… “

Sonja smiled back. “I knew, but I didn’t want to make a move on you without your permission. Eggs?”

“Yes please. ” Theresa had slipped on a shirt over her body, and was now seated at the table.

Sonja slid the plate over to her, and sat down next to her. “Eat up, we’ve got a big day today. “

Theresa shoveled food into her mouth, but wasn’t really sure what was going on…

“Lets go out. ” Sonja picked up a purse, and walked to the door. “Well are you coming?”

Theresa put down her fork and wiped the back of her mouth with her hand. “Where are we going?”

“That’s for me to know and for you to guess. ” Sonja smiled as she herded her new friend into the car.

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Emily looked up at her friend Alice in surprise. “A lingerie party? Really?” The perky Alice, with her short, curly red hair and boundless enthusiasm, was a new addition to Emily’s social circle, and she was apparently full of small surprises.

“Oh yes,” Alice answered, “it’s lots of fun. We model stuff for each other, maybe place an order for something new, and get inspired to go home and knock our husbands’ socks off. And hopefully more!” She giggled with a slightly naughty look on her face. “My friend Julia hosts the parties and we get to have wine and cheese, chat for a while, then have fun. It’s a nice excuse to get together. I think you’d like the ladies that go. I don’t know many of them very well, so I was hoping you could be my party buddy for the evening. Will you go, please?”

Emily hesitated at the thought of wearing lingerie in front of anyone other than George. Well, it’s certainly better than another Pampered Chef party. “OK, I’d be happy to go. When is it?”

Alice looked down at her purse calendar. “April 10th, so you can get deliveries by the start of summer. There’s also a November party so you can get stuff in time for Christmas. Julia’s catalogue even has some Christmas outfits in it, all stockings and red hats and very little else. I surprised Eric with that two years ago on Christmas Eve, and he still mentions it as one of the best Christmas gifts he has ever received. I put a bow on myself and had him open me up, if you know what I mean! Ha ha! Lots of fun, I’m glad you can come! Its lots more fun when you can shop together, you know!”

“Great, what time should I show up?” Emily broke in, making sure she got the necessary information before Alice babbled into a new topic.

“Around 7pm we’ll meet and mingle. You are supposed to bring at least one item of lingerie; we all take turns showing a favorite outfit or something we think flatters us – no exceptions – and get feedback on what the girls think would look good on you. Julia in particular is great about finding styles that really show you to good effect, whatever your body type. Not that you’ll have any problems, I can’t believe you’ve had kids! Anyway, I’ve got to run and get little Jack from preschool, so I’ll see you around. I will email you the address!”

In her typical whirlwind way, Alice was off again, all flouncing red hair and rapid hand gestures. She had no doubt that the short dynamo, with her slim figure and perky breasts, could pull off any lingerie to good effect. Maybe I’ll get something fun for George’s birthday. Emily marked down the date on her calendar, and went back to her normal day.

When the date of the party arrived, Emily was surprised by it. The idea of the party had totally slipped out of her mind. She realized that she had to pick out something of her own to take over there and wear, and was hard-pressed to choose. I’m tired of all this stuff, and I don’t want to look bad in front of everyone. Maybe I just won’t go and apologize to Alice. But Emily’s sense of duty and an element of curiosity about what new items might be there were enough to motivate her to head out the door. As a compromise Emily chose her most conservative (if you could say that about lingerie) outfit, a long green gown with multiple straps. Emily also had made a point of taking a bath during the kids’ naptime and shaving her legs, since they were likely to be seen in public, so she felt as ready as she could be.

Emily called up and arranged for the kids to sleep over at her mom’s house, and started in on her makeup. She was keenly aware that she would be showing more of her skin than normal, so she did a careful scan to make sure she wouldn’t be embarrassed. She found herself pleased with the results. Her creamy white skin remained unblemished, with only a few freckles on her face that she covered up.

For her wardrobe, Emily went with a simple loose knee-length skirt and medium-cut white blouse to go with her thigh-high black boots and ruby earrings and necklace that emphasized her blue eyes. She combed her long blond hair until it was silky smooth, and added a few curls at the end to give it some body and bounce. A flutter in her stomach warned Emily that she was a bit more nervous about this evening than she had allowed herself to think of, but now that she had committed to getting ready she was definitely going to head out the door. Besides, I need an evening out to myself. It’ll be nice to spend time with just the girls.

Emily headed downstairs to grab a bite so she wouldn’t be hungry upon arriving. George walked in the door as she entered the kitchen, and he smiled at her. “Wow babe, you look great! I shouldn’t let you out the door!”

Emily smiled back at him, “well maybe I’ll find something for you to take off me later tonight,” she teased back. “Although I may be all worn out from fending off all the half-naked women who will be panting for me.” He had mentioned on a few occasions iskenderun escort how erotic he found the idea of her with another woman, so she liked to use it to tease and rev him up. She had never confessed to him that she found the idea erotic too.

George came over and pulled her close against him. “Talk like that, and you definitely won’t make it there in time.” He leaned in to kiss her, but she turned her face.

“Don’t muss my makeup! Here, you can kiss this,” and she pulled her blouse down to reveal more of her cleavage. George humorously bent down and ran a soft kiss across the top of breasts. Emily was surprised that she felt a zing up her spine from such a playful gesture. I guess I’m more in the mood than I thought. With a blown kiss and a wink of promise to George, Emily headed out the door.

Emily happily found Julia’s house with no trouble, a pleasantly large white house out in the country off of South End Road. Hmm, must have some money she thought to herself at the landscaped yard and arching entryway. There were only a few other cars parked there, so Emily took the spot at the back end of the driveway to the side of the house. She gathered up a “Victoria’s Secret” bag that she had borrowed to hold her “change of clothes” and headed in.

Emily pressed the doorbell, and was greeted by a tall woman with shoulder-length black hair wearing tight jeans and a light blue v-neck sweater that dropped down to the top of her ample cleavage and was set off by a golden necklace with a small diamond and matching earrings. Well, apparently I guessed the dress code right Emily thought as she took in the jeans of her presumably hostess. “Hi, I’m Emily Reed. Alice invited me to the party. Are you Julia?”

“Yes I am, and please come in. Alice told me that she had a new friend, but she didn’t tell me that you were a natural blond! Oh, I think you will really help us model certain outfits better. Thanks for coming!” Julia responded in a pleasant voice that was somewhat lower than what Emily was expecting from a woman with such obvious curving feminity, but not so low that it was masculine; throaty, husky, you might say.

With a gesture Julia invited Emily in and directed her to the main living room just down the entryway and to the right, where two other women were already seated on a plush couch and loveseat set with a large coffee table covered with cheese and crackers between them. Neither of the two were Alice, so Emily felt a reluctance to intrude on their conversation.

At Emily’s entrance, a curly-haired apparently bottle dirty blond with dark-streaked highlights that looked to be a few years older and a few inches taller than Emily turned and welcomed her into the conversation. “Hi, you must be Alice’s new friend. My name is Summer. Alice told me about how smart and organized you are, so maybe you can help me out! I can’t seem to keep up with anything anymore since I had little David and he’s not even crawling yet. Alice said you had kids and seemed to have everything all figured out!”

Summer’s initial volley of rapid conversation left Emily hesitating as she was sitting down, and the shorter just short and darker-skinned woman with long flowing dark brown hair who was sitting to Summer’s left interrupted. “Summer, just let her sit down and get something to eat before you interrogate her about every little thing. Hi, I’m Melissa, and Alice said that she was bringing someone new to the party. I heard your accent; you are English?”

Her directness initially surprised her, but Emily welcomed the opportunity to enter the conversation on known ground – she’d had this conversation many times before since coming to America. She launched into the “how’d you end up here” conversation as well as noting that she had kids and both Summer and Melissa responded with questions, eventually joined by a petite Asian woman who introduced herself as Keiko, who looked to be at least ten years older than Emily but still remarkably narrow-waisted and having shoulder-length solid black hair without a sign of gray, into the conversation as she also arrived at the party. Emily enjoyed the two gabbing girls and the chance to establish herself at the heart of the conversational group before other women came.

Three more women arrived before the evening kicked off in earnest. The next two who arrived were similar in attitude yet contrasted remarkably. The first, who introduced herself as Mandy, was a tall – at least 5’9, Emily guessed – brunette with shoulder-length straight hair who was somewhat thick-waisted but wore a dark red blouse with a plunging neckline that emphasized her jutting DD-cup breasts. Mandy was immediately throwing out jokes and off-color comments. Clearly not a shy one.

Her friend Sandra was another “bottle-blond” who’s slim build belied her early 40s age and suggested a careful regimen of exercise. Sandra was also boisterous and diyarbakır escort along with Mandy began to dominate the conversation with a soon-ribald story of what she and her husband did after the last lingerie party. The other ladies laughed along with her and at Mandy’s interjected jokes at everyone’s expense. As Mandy and Sandra took control of the conversation, an average-height woman who looked to be in her mid-thirties, in good shape and wearing a black blouse that emphasized both her long light brown hair and perky B-cup breasts, joined them. She introduced herself quietly as Tabitha and interjected little as the chatting continued. Must be a little shy – surprising if she comes to a party like this.

Alice bounced into the room nearly 20 minutes after the 7pm start time, by which point several of the women had finished off their first glass of wine and were deep into their second, while Emily was still half-way through the glass of red merlot that she had picked up from the nearby dining room. While everyone was still arriving, Julia continued to serve wine to each of them and left out several bottles in the dining room adjacent to the living along with some additional hors d’oeuvres in case they ran low on the coffee table.

Emily found herself doing a mental survey of the women there, wondering who would look the best in their lingerie. She had to admit that Julia the host was the most likely candidate, with her voluptuous figure, but the quiet Tabitha also looked like she could wear most anything well. She caught eyes surveying around the room during the conversation, and realized that the others were doing the same thing she was. Women are so competitive! Ha. The other women each had attractive qualities, but as Emily suspected, the whole room settled into the assumption that she, Tabitha and Julia were the “alpha girls” and each picked up a small circle of other women around them. The chatting and wine continued, and in the middle of her third glass Emily felt a pleasant buzz, allowing her to forget the stress of being a mother. Emily was surprised when Julia walked into the room wearing a loose navy-blue lingerie top where the neck swooped down to below her cleavage and ended just below her hips, barely covering matching underwear.

“OK ladies, time to get the show started!” Julia announced, followed by a few whoops by Mandy and Sandra. Julia tracked the sound, and gestured at them. “All right, if you’re that enthusiastic, you two get to go first. Head into the back bedroom to change, and we’ll get the room ready.”

The merry pair sauntered off past the kitchen area, apparently knowing where they were going, while the rest of them shifted the couch and love seat to create a straight line facing an open space where the women could parade in like a fashion show runway. Emily felt a vibration when Julia had turned up the music, sending a pulse through her body in reaction to the now-primal beats. The dimmed lights hid her blush at reacting to mere music, but there was no doubt her body liked the vibration bouncing through the firm cushions of the love seat. Emily looked around to see if anyone else was reacting.

Julia mis-interpreted the look and commented, “No one looks great in floodlights, dear. And it helps with the mood.” Julia turned and addressed the room.

“While we are waiting, ladies, let’s all change into our outfits – no sense in making us wait for everyone to change. Plus I think some of us – um, maybe not Sandra or Mandy – would be more comfortable if they weren’t up there and everyone else was still in their street clothes.”

There was some general grumbling, but everyone changed right there in different parts of the living room, which only gave the illusion of privacy because everyone turned to face the walls while they changed. Emily had to resettle her outfit because of the multiple awkward straps, but felt comfortable sitting down on the couch for the show.

Mandy and Sandra both came back in, and Sandra came up front first. She was wearing dark red pleated “babydoll” lingerie, with translucent fabric covering most but not all of her perky breasts and sweeping loosely down her body to the tops of her thighs, with matching underwear. The neckline of the top swooped almost to the bottom of her breasts, fully revealing her cleavage. The other ladies cheered her and Sandra twirled and batted her eyelashes coyly at the group. Julia was interjecting directions and commentary, as Sandra began turning this way and that, responding to suggestions.

The music was loud enough that Emily couldn’t quite make it out all of what Julia was saying, but had to do with the style and its fit, and Sandra began to tug on the outfit to pull it tighter across her back and emphasize her torso just below her breasts. Several of the other women clapped, and after a few more twirls and then a languid bending down to “adjust” her pretend shoes that elazığ escort gave them all a good view, Sandra stepped down into the couch area with much fanfare. While everyone was shifting around to give her a seat, Emily took advantage to move over and sit next to Julia so she could hear clearly.

“OK, Mandy, you’re up next!” Julia gestured, and Mandy took center stage. She had a similar “babydoll” style, but this time it was pink and had a visible underwire in it to add support. Mandy’s thicker legs and waist were somewhat noticeable, but her outfit’s presentation of her large breasts dominated the eye’s attention. Emily heard someone catcall probably from Sandra while Mandy rotated about, showing everyone her lingerie of choice. Wow, I may have a better body, but her breasts are enormous! Julia and Emily were the only women who were even close to Mandy in size, and it wasn’t that close. After several spins and clapping from the girls on the couch, Julia began her commentary.

“Obviously Mandy has wonderful breasts, and she wants to emphasize them in any outfit. She made a smart choice in getting an underwire garment – if you have big boobs, you don’t want them sagging all over the place if you can help it. Cleavage is your friend, remember; a man’s eyes will be drawn both to what is uncovered and what is hidden, and his desire to uncover the hidden is what you are aiming for.”

Mandy acted like she was offering a drink to a man sitting in an empty chair, and bent at the waist to pour it, clearly giving the imaginary gentleman a look straight down her chest. Julie smiled and gestured for Mandy to turn towards the other side of the room.

“If you are really buxom, the odds are high that you don’t have a narrow waist like Keiko, so try and pick an outfit that doesn’t hug you through the middle or around the hips. Just get something that flares suggestively and doesn’t cover up too much of your thighs.”

At that, Mandy wiggled suggestively and ran her hands up from her thighs to cup her breasts, then winked at Julia. The room giggled and clapped and there was a tremor of laughter at Julia continued.

“Avoid the slits in the sides at the bottom; they will draw attention away from what you are trying to emphasize. If you have dark hair like Mandy and pale skin like most of us northerners do, then avoid colors like yellow or white – it will blur out the distinction between your skin and your outfit and make you look washed out, and heroin chic doesn’t fly for anybody not on drugs. Mandy, I think red would be your best color; don’t go for a girly pink, although it’s fun. Red says “I’m ready for some action” and a little girl-vibe doesn’t quite work when you have such an un-girlish bust. Good modeling, I liked the pretend pouring of his drink so he could look down your shirt, and I’m sure he will be tonight! All right, who’s next?

There was a general pause as no one volunteered immediately. Julia clearly knew how to keep momentum going, and promptly pointed down the row. “Keiko, how about you take the stage?”

“I need to touch up my makeup before getting up there.” Keiko responded.

Keiko headed down the hallway while everyone refilled their wine glass, chatted or looked at the lingerie catalogue. Emily grabbed a copy and paged through it, looking for ideas. It was a kind of Frederick’s of Hollywood mail-order system that allowed women to see live modeling of the products before ordering. Emily preferred it to the non-changing room styles of Victoria’s Secret where you had to take it home and return it if it didn’t fit or work for you. Keiko returned quickly, and everyone settled back down at Julia’s gesture. “OK Keiko, you’re on.”

Keiko walked to the front in an ivory outfit that was an unusual style that Emily wasn’t familiar with. It clung to Keiko all the way around her, with what looked to be a normal bra top and translucent material all the way down to just past her hips. Julia was smart to have Keiko go after Mandy – the contrast between Mandy’s bustiness and Keiko’s petiteness is so stark that no one is really comparing them to each other. Julia started her commentary with a compliment.

“Keiko made a nice choice here with the ivory mesh and lace chemise. She knows that her body is so slim that it could get lost in a looser choice, and it emphasizes her delicate nature. The translucent fabric promises a lot but doesn’t give the whole store away. I’ll remind you, ladies, don’t overdeliver with your outfits. It’s the promise, not the delivery, that starts the fun. You’ll notice that her chemise has some ruffles along the bra top. Excellent choice here – it emphasizes that her breasts are different from the rest of her torso and by contrast reemphasizes her waist.

Julia gestured for her to twirl, and Keiko spun in a slow circle with a dancer’s grace, and Emily felt a stab of envy at her excellent balance. Julia continued her monologue.

“She is wearing black underwear, and I think that doesn’t really work. You need to go with something white – not regular mom underwear, something silk, I’m thinking – so that it both matches the chemise fabric and draws attention to what is covered. But overall, a good choice.”

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Artos came the next day, and he and the men spent much of the afternoon in conference; but it was only later I learnt what had happened. Such things were not, then at least, for women.

There was almost a sense of disappointment across the next few months. From my trip to the Saxon lands I had expected something to happen; but nothing did. Merlin’s prophecy that the Romans would withdraw was not fulfilled, and my life more or less went back to normal; much to my disappointment.

My mother was curious as to what had happened in the Saxon lands, but I was not forthcoming. She looked at me curiously several times before, finally, as we were finishing making bread, breaking down and asking me outright:

“Carwen, are you still a Virgin? Did you have sex with men while you were abroad?”

I was able to reassure her that I had not had sex with any man, but she remained dubious.

“It’s just that you are different, the sort of different a woman is after her first experience of sex.”

She was an acute observer, my mother, but I was not telling her what had happened; I did not think she would have understood.

I did confess my sins to Fr Gregory, who heard my confession as though he did not understand what I had said and told me to say a dozen Hail Marys; which I duly did. It was only later that it occurred to me that he did not understand what I had told him. Still, I had received absolution, and that was what mattered.

As we moved into Advent, I helped Fr Gregory as usual. Literacy was not common among us, though most soldiers understood enough to count their pay and read their orders, so I helped him prepare for the Christ Mass. I used to read the Christmas story to the children, and would talk with him about the meaning of the Christ child and the Nativity. He had inherited a good library from his predecessor, Fr Symeon, who had taught me to read, but Fr Gregory was no reader. He liked to have his way and would take no questions from his flock. I did not like to question him too closely, as it was clear to me he was none too clever. His insistence that Jesus was a man and therefore not God by nature seemed to me plainly heretical, and the collection of readings left by Fr Symeon pointed quite clearly in the other direction, But I was a woman, and women were not allowed to comment. But I made sure the children were taught the ancient truth passed on to me by Fr Symeon of blessed memory.

That Christmas was a special time. Artos was home, and having both my brothers there, and my father and mother made it a happy time. As the baby of the family, I was duly spoiled, which I loved, and the men were more than satisfied by the feast mother and I cooked, We invited Fr Gregory and his housekeeper to join us, and afterwards men from the garrison came and joined in songs and drinking.

Drink makes men’s habits loose, and the way Owain tried to get his hand up my tunic displeased me; but my father’s strong right fist put paid to that. I was happy to serve the men with wine and food, it was part of the duty of the hostess, but unlike some women, I was not tempted to offer them more. I was not sure that the housekeeper should have been sitting on Fr Gregory’s knee, but there was no rule against it. My mother told me to “calm down,” and by Christmas night all was mellow and calm.

I felt restless, and walked along the path outside the fort. There arsuz escort were sentries for the two mile radius, so I was in no danger, but I wanted peace and solitude.

The night was not too cold. From a distance I could see the lights of the fort and the noise of the revellers, and I felt, suddenly, very alone. I missed Berta. I thought of her often, and wondered what she was doing.

Suddenly, to my surprise, I saw in the darkness a figure approaching. I knew I could call a sentry, so I was not over-concerned; perhaps the mead had calmed me too much.

“Hail Carwen, what are you doing here?”

I recognised the voice of Merlin.

“Seeking solitude, since you ask,” I smiled, though he could not see that.

“Do you see the night’s sky, over in the east?” He pointed with his staff.

I followed where he pointed and, of a sudden, there was a pin point of light which grew bigger, with a tail, and as it got closer it illuminated the darkness so I could see Merlin’s face.

“It is the omen,” he said, “you will see.”

That was all he said. He walked on, and I stood there transfixed.

So it transpired.

It was toward the end of the year, not long before Easter, that we received a message that a small troop was coming from Camulodunum. Everyone was spick and span when the news came that it would be the Governor himself.

Lucius Septimus was a stern, handsome man, and he inspected the troops carefully, MY father was pleased when his men were praised for their turn out. But his message was less welcome.

“Men, Rome is withdrawing to defend its own borders from the enemies, and of course, every soldier who wants to come with us is welcome to, as is his family. We go by the end of April, so there is no time. Centurion Artos will take your names.”

There was consternation. Merlin had been right.

Some men volunteered to go, but my father was not one of them. 

It was a sombre mood that evening as we dined.

After dinner I asked my father what was to be done.

He looked at me.

“That information you and Merlin brought back from the Saxon lands prompted us to plan. You are a clever girl Carwen, so I shall share it with you.”

The plan was that Artos, my brother, had put together a cavalry force in each of the seven garrisons in the east, and would, himself, lead a flying column which could move swiftly to intercept danger. The Saxon shore forts like Garrianonum would be the bases from which the force would operate, and they would provide security for the ordinary folk.

We waited.

A few days later sails were spotted, but the ship at the front carried the sign of a parley, a white flag. As it hoved into the harbour I recognised two familiar figures, Edwin and, my heart leaping, Berta.

My father was soon closeted with Edwin, which left Berta and I free. I took her down the little-trodden path by the reeds, near the nests of the marsh harriers. We sat, holding hands.

“I missed you, Berta,” I said.

“As I did you, little one.”

“What brings you here, not, I assume, just me?”

“Well, to be truthful, it is for you that I came, but Edwin brings a proposal which I hope your father will consider.”

I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed me back, and pushed me onto the grass. Learning above me, she pulled her tunic down, releasing those denizli escort wonderful breasts, and before too long, I was playing with them, my lips fastening onto her nipples, sucking and kissing, drawing both nipples to their full length, one by one.

“You do that so well, little one, you know what pleases me.”

She was right, and knowing what pleased her I slid down the bank until my face was under her tunic. She pushed her gooey sex onto my face, wearing no drawers, it was easy. Rejoicing in her scent and taste, I began to lap at her, my hands still playing with her nipples. She rode my face, hard, She ground her wetness into my mouth, and I lapped at her.

My tongue, tube-like, slid between her long lips, which parted to deposit their wetness on my cheeks, their soft silkiness caressing my face like a lover’s kiss. As I slid my tongue deep, my nose pushed against her bud, and she moaned.

“Oh, Carwen, Carwen, you little devil, what do you do to me?”

I loved her moaning and redoubled my efforts.

She rode me harder, and I rubbed her bud from side to side with my nose. She began to gasp loudly before her whole body convulsed, and she came hard and wet on my face, gripping me between her powerful thighs.

As she calmed down, I cleaned her, I knew she liked the feel of my tongue there, but softly.

She kissed me.

“I smell good sweetness,” she sighed as we kissed.

“You do,” I said, “but they will be looking for use and I ought to get back, but first!”

So saying, I stripped off my tunic and plunged naked into the sea, giggling at her as she used the sea water to wash between her thighs.

“There,” I said, doing my mermaid impression, “now no one will know what I have been up to.”

It was a warm day, and by the time we were back at the fort I was more or or less dry, though my hair hung in rats’ tails.

“What on earth have you been up to, Carwen?”

I answered my mother’s question innocuously, telling her that I’d been showing Berta where the harriers had their base. She looked sceptical, but let it pass.

Over supper, my father told us what Edwin had wanted, which was to establish some Saxon settlements in our lands. The assembly debated it hotly, but in the end accepted it. There was, after all, plenty of land, and if we gave them some, it would lessen their desire to take it by force. If there were Saxons living locally, then, it was hoped this would lessen the the chance of others raiding us. It was agreed to give them some lands to the north of the estuary which the Romans had abandoned; the marshlands were similar to their own country, and they would make a better fist of farming it than we ever had.

In the course of the next few months many Saxon ships sailed into the estuary, and though most of the settlers went into the Halvergate marshes, some wished to settle south of Garrianonum, and having yielded once made it hard not to give in again.

The one advantage for me was that Berta settled in the marshes with some of her sisters. They established a temple on one of the small islands, and I would swim out there from time to time where we would renew our love.

For a while the idyll continued, but with every fresh wave of Saxons, tension increased. Unlike us, Saxons liked big fields and needed lots of land for their cattle, and where they did not have iskenderun escort it, they would encroach on our lands. I am not sure that Edwin ever did anything to stop this, but by the autumn it was becoming a problem.

It came to a head just before the Christ’s Mass.

A deputation came to my father to complain that some Saxons had taken land that was not theirs, and when our people had protested, the Saxons had pelted them with stone, injuring two of them. Coming, as that did, after several reports that our women were being molested by Saxons, it was time to act.

My father went to see Edwin, but his attempts were in vain. It was clear, my father said, that Edwin had little control over his fellows. Our people demanded action, and when my father counselled caution, they were scornful. George, who had long questioned my father’s tolerance of the incomers, led a cry for action, and disregarding my father pleas, they went south to burn the settlements of the Saxons there.

Fewer came back than went. The Saxons were formidable fighters, and gave better than they got. Our men burned down a couple of farmsteads, but at the cost of half a dozen of our own. It was only the action of my father in calling out the Guard which stopped things escalating. Met by a squadron of fully armed troops, the Saxons decided to turn back.

My father and Edwin managed to calm things down; but they were never the same again.

I would go out to the island secretly and talk with Berta.

I asked her what was to be done, why, I asked, could we not just live in peace. She laughed:

“My darling one, men cannot live in peace. Whatever your Christus says, for men the question is alway ‘who will be the master,’ they are not like us. You Britons have what they want and in the end they will take it all.”

I was sad. She hugged me.

“For me, little one, all the Britannia I wish to conquer is in your small but perfect form. Come here.”

As she pulled me to her, I yielded instantly, limp in her arms. However much men wished to be conquerors, I was content to be conquered.

Berta’s kisses were warm and passionate, and has her hands roamed over my body, I responded eagerly. By the time she was massaging my small breasts, my nipples were already stiff and crinkled, and my legs had parted to allow her access. It was just how were were. It was not so much an act of submission as a recognition that she loved to lead, and on occasions such as this, when she bent all her arts to my pleasure, I was hardly going to object.

As she sucked on my nipples I moaned, even more loudly when she slipped two fingers into me. The feel of her nakedness against mine excited me, and soon my leg was between her thighs, and we began to rub out wetnesses together; the intimacy was intense. The more we rubbed against each other, the wetter and more excited we got. As I began to orgasm, she joined in. The feeling was the best ever.

“Why,” I said as we cuddled in post-orgasmic bliss, “can’t our two peoples’ get along as we can?”

“That, my darling,” Berta replied, “is because we are not ruled by women.”

Snuggling in I felt her warmth.

“I am happy to be governed by you, Berta.”

“That’s only because I give you all you want!”

I smiled:

“Glad you see my tactics, darling one!”

“I see your titlets, come here!”

And so saying, she took me again.

We lay together that night, and as dawn came up, I kissed her and, sinking into the cold water of the estuary, swam to shore. 

As I got to the fort I could see there was a disturbance. Not all Britons and Saxons had spent the night at one.

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Emily looked up at her friend Alice in surprise. “A lingerie party? Really?” The perky Alice, with her short, curly red hair and boundless enthusiasm, was a new addition to Emily’s social circle, and she was apparently full of small surprises.

“Oh yes,” Alice answered, “it’s lots of fun. We model stuff for each other, maybe place an order for something new, and get inspired to go home and knock our husbands’ socks off. And hopefully more!” She giggled with a slightly naughty look on her face. “My friend Julia hosts the parties and we get to have wine and cheese, chat for a while, then have fun. It’s a nice excuse to get together. I think you’d like the ladies that go. I don’t know many of them very well, so I was hoping you could be my party buddy for the evening. Will you go, please?”

Emily hesitated at the thought of wearing lingerie in front of anyone other than George. Well, it’s certainly better than another Pampered Chef party. “OK, I’d be happy to go. When is it?”

Alice looked down at her purse calendar. “April 10th, so you can get deliveries by the start of summer. There’s also a November party so you can get stuff in time for Christmas. Julia’s catalogue even has some Christmas outfits in it, all stockings and red hats and very little else. I surprised Eric with that two years ago on Christmas Eve, and he still mentions it as one of the best Christmas gifts he has ever received. I put a bow on myself and had him open me up, if you know what I mean! Ha ha! Lots of fun, I’m glad you can come! Its lots more fun when you can shop together, you know!”

“Great, what time should I show up?” Emily broke in, making sure she got the necessary information before Alice babbled into a new topic.

“Around 7pm we’ll meet and mingle. You are supposed to bring at least one item of lingerie; we all take turns showing a favorite outfit or something we think flatters us – no exceptions – and get feedback on what the girls think would look good on you. Julia in particular is great about finding styles that really show you to good effect, whatever your body type. Not that you’ll have any problems, I can’t believe you’ve had kids! Anyway, I’ve got to run and get little Jack from preschool, so I’ll see you around. I will email you the address!”

In her typical whirlwind way, Alice was off again, all flouncing red hair and rapid hand gestures. She had no doubt that the short dynamo, with her slim figure and perky breasts, could pull off any lingerie to good effect. Maybe I’ll get something fun for George’s birthday. Emily marked down the date on her calendar, and went back to her normal day.

When the date of the party arrived, Emily was surprised by it. The idea of the party had totally slipped out of her mind. She realized that she had to pick out something of her own to take over there and wear, and was hard-pressed to choose. I’m tired of all this stuff, and I don’t want to look bad in front of everyone. Maybe I just won’t go and apologize to Alice. But Emily’s sense of duty and an element of curiosity about what new items might be there were enough to motivate her to head out the door. As a compromise Emily chose her most conservative (if you could say that about lingerie) outfit, a long green gown with multiple straps. Emily also had made a point of taking a bath during the kids’ naptime and shaving her legs, since they were likely to be seen in public, so she felt as ready as she could be.

Emily called up and arranged for the kids to sleep over at her mom’s house, and started in on her makeup. She was keenly aware that she would be showing more of her skin than normal, so she did a careful scan to make sure she wouldn’t be embarrassed. She found herself pleased with the results. Her creamy white skin remained unblemished, with only a few freckles on her face that she covered up.

For her wardrobe, Emily went with a simple loose knee-length skirt and medium-cut white blouse to go with her thigh-high black boots and ruby earrings and necklace that emphasized her blue eyes. She combed her long blond hair until it was silky smooth, and added a few curls at the end to give it some body and bounce. A flutter in her stomach warned Emily that she was a bit more nervous about this evening than she had allowed herself to think of, but now that she had committed to getting ready she was definitely going to head out the door. Besides, I need an evening out to myself. It’ll be nice to spend time with just the girls.

Emily headed downstairs to grab a bite so she wouldn’t be hungry upon arriving. George walked in the door as she entered the kitchen, and he smiled at her. “Wow babe, you look great! I shouldn’t let you out the door!”

Emily smiled back at him, “well maybe I’ll find something for you to take off me later tonight,” she teased back. “Although I may be all worn out from fending off all the half-naked women who will be panting for me.” He had mentioned on a few occasions iskenderun escort how erotic he found the idea of her with another woman, so she liked to use it to tease and rev him up. She had never confessed to him that she found the idea erotic too.

George came over and pulled her close against him. “Talk like that, and you definitely won’t make it there in time.” He leaned in to kiss her, but she turned her face.

“Don’t muss my makeup! Here, you can kiss this,” and she pulled her blouse down to reveal more of her cleavage. George humorously bent down and ran a soft kiss across the top of breasts. Emily was surprised that she felt a zing up her spine from such a playful gesture. I guess I’m more in the mood than I thought. With a blown kiss and a wink of promise to George, Emily headed out the door.

Emily happily found Julia’s house with no trouble, a pleasantly large white house out in the country off of South End Road. Hmm, must have some money she thought to herself at the landscaped yard and arching entryway. There were only a few other cars parked there, so Emily took the spot at the back end of the driveway to the side of the house. She gathered up a “Victoria’s Secret” bag that she had borrowed to hold her “change of clothes” and headed in.

Emily pressed the doorbell, and was greeted by a tall woman with shoulder-length black hair wearing tight jeans and a light blue v-neck sweater that dropped down to the top of her ample cleavage and was set off by a golden necklace with a small diamond and matching earrings. Well, apparently I guessed the dress code right Emily thought as she took in the jeans of her presumably hostess. “Hi, I’m Emily Reed. Alice invited me to the party. Are you Julia?”

“Yes I am, and please come in. Alice told me that she had a new friend, but she didn’t tell me that you were a natural blond! Oh, I think you will really help us model certain outfits better. Thanks for coming!” Julia responded in a pleasant voice that was somewhat lower than what Emily was expecting from a woman with such obvious curving feminity, but not so low that it was masculine; throaty, husky, you might say.

With a gesture Julia invited Emily in and directed her to the main living room just down the entryway and to the right, where two other women were already seated on a plush couch and loveseat set with a large coffee table covered with cheese and crackers between them. Neither of the two were Alice, so Emily felt a reluctance to intrude on their conversation.

At Emily’s entrance, a curly-haired apparently bottle dirty blond with dark-streaked highlights that looked to be a few years older and a few inches taller than Emily turned and welcomed her into the conversation. “Hi, you must be Alice’s new friend. My name is Summer. Alice told me about how smart and organized you are, so maybe you can help me out! I can’t seem to keep up with anything anymore since I had little David and he’s not even crawling yet. Alice said you had kids and seemed to have everything all figured out!”

Summer’s initial volley of rapid conversation left Emily hesitating as she was sitting down, and the shorter just short and darker-skinned woman with long flowing dark brown hair who was sitting to Summer’s left interrupted. “Summer, just let her sit down and get something to eat before you interrogate her about every little thing. Hi, I’m Melissa, and Alice said that she was bringing someone new to the party. I heard your accent; you are English?”

Her directness initially surprised her, but Emily welcomed the opportunity to enter the conversation on known ground – she’d had this conversation many times before since coming to America. She launched into the “how’d you end up here” conversation as well as noting that she had kids and both Summer and Melissa responded with questions, eventually joined by a petite Asian woman who introduced herself as Keiko, who looked to be at least ten years older than Emily but still remarkably narrow-waisted and having shoulder-length solid black hair without a sign of gray, into the conversation as she also arrived at the party. Emily enjoyed the two gabbing girls and the chance to establish herself at the heart of the conversational group before other women came.

Three more women arrived before the evening kicked off in earnest. The next two who arrived were similar in attitude yet contrasted remarkably. The first, who introduced herself as Mandy, was a tall – at least 5’9, Emily guessed – brunette with shoulder-length straight hair who was somewhat thick-waisted but wore a dark red blouse with a plunging neckline that emphasized her jutting DD-cup breasts. Mandy was immediately throwing out jokes and off-color comments. Clearly not a shy one.

Her friend Sandra was another “bottle-blond” who’s slim build belied her early 40s age and suggested a careful regimen of exercise. Sandra was also diyarbakır escort boisterous and along with Mandy began to dominate the conversation with a soon-ribald story of what she and her husband did after the last lingerie party. The other ladies laughed along with her and at Mandy’s interjected jokes at everyone’s expense. As Mandy and Sandra took control of the conversation, an average-height woman who looked to be in her mid-thirties, in good shape and wearing a black blouse that emphasized both her long light brown hair and perky B-cup breasts, joined them. She introduced herself quietly as Tabitha and interjected little as the chatting continued. Must be a little shy – surprising if she comes to a party like this.

Alice bounced into the room nearly 20 minutes after the 7pm start time, by which point several of the women had finished off their first glass of wine and were deep into their second, while Emily was still half-way through the glass of red merlot that she had picked up from the nearby dining room. While everyone was still arriving, Julia continued to serve wine to each of them and left out several bottles in the dining room adjacent to the living along with some additional hors d’oeuvres in case they ran low on the coffee table.

Emily found herself doing a mental survey of the women there, wondering who would look the best in their lingerie. She had to admit that Julia the host was the most likely candidate, with her voluptuous figure, but the quiet Tabitha also looked like she could wear most anything well. She caught eyes surveying around the room during the conversation, and realized that the others were doing the same thing she was. Women are so competitive! Ha. The other women each had attractive qualities, but as Emily suspected, the whole room settled into the assumption that she, Tabitha and Julia were the “alpha girls” and each picked up a small circle of other women around them. The chatting and wine continued, and in the middle of her third glass Emily felt a pleasant buzz, allowing her to forget the stress of being a mother. Emily was surprised when Julia walked into the room wearing a loose navy-blue lingerie top where the neck swooped down to below her cleavage and ended just below her hips, barely covering matching underwear.

“OK ladies, time to get the show started!” Julia announced, followed by a few whoops by Mandy and Sandra. Julia tracked the sound, and gestured at them. “All right, if you’re that enthusiastic, you two get to go first. Head into the back bedroom to change, and we’ll get the room ready.”

The merry pair sauntered off past the kitchen area, apparently knowing where they were going, while the rest of them shifted the couch and love seat to create a straight line facing an open space where the women could parade in like a fashion show runway. Emily felt a vibration when Julia had turned up the music, sending a pulse through her body in reaction to the now-primal beats. The dimmed lights hid her blush at reacting to mere music, but there was no doubt her body liked the vibration bouncing through the firm cushions of the love seat. Emily looked around to see if anyone else was reacting.

Julia mis-interpreted the look and commented, “No one looks great in floodlights, dear. And it helps with the mood.” Julia turned and addressed the room.

“While we are waiting, ladies, let’s all change into our outfits – no sense in making us wait for everyone to change. Plus I think some of us – um, maybe not Sandra or Mandy – would be more comfortable if they weren’t up there and everyone else was still in their street clothes.”

There was some general grumbling, but everyone changed right there in different parts of the living room, which only gave the illusion of privacy because everyone turned to face the walls while they changed. Emily had to resettle her outfit because of the multiple awkward straps, but felt comfortable sitting down on the couch for the show.

Mandy and Sandra both came back in, and Sandra came up front first. She was wearing dark red pleated “babydoll” lingerie, with translucent fabric covering most but not all of her perky breasts and sweeping loosely down her body to the tops of her thighs, with matching underwear. The neckline of the top swooped almost to the bottom of her breasts, fully revealing her cleavage. The other ladies cheered her and Sandra twirled and batted her eyelashes coyly at the group. Julia was interjecting directions and commentary, as Sandra began turning this way and that, responding to suggestions.

The music was loud enough that Emily couldn’t quite make it out all of what Julia was saying, but had to do with the style and its fit, and Sandra began to tug on the outfit to pull it tighter across her back and emphasize her torso just below her breasts. Several of the other women clapped, and after a few more twirls and then a languid bending down to elazığ escort “adjust” her pretend shoes that gave them all a good view, Sandra stepped down into the couch area with much fanfare. While everyone was shifting around to give her a seat, Emily took advantage to move over and sit next to Julia so she could hear clearly.

“OK, Mandy, you’re up next!” Julia gestured, and Mandy took center stage. She had a similar “babydoll” style, but this time it was pink and had a visible underwire in it to add support. Mandy’s thicker legs and waist were somewhat noticeable, but her outfit’s presentation of her large breasts dominated the eye’s attention. Emily heard someone catcall probably from Sandra while Mandy rotated about, showing everyone her lingerie of choice. Wow, I may have a better body, but her breasts are enormous! Julia and Emily were the only women who were even close to Mandy in size, and it wasn’t that close. After several spins and clapping from the girls on the couch, Julia began her commentary.

“Obviously Mandy has wonderful breasts, and she wants to emphasize them in any outfit. She made a smart choice in getting an underwire garment – if you have big boobs, you don’t want them sagging all over the place if you can help it. Cleavage is your friend, remember; a man’s eyes will be drawn both to what is uncovered and what is hidden, and his desire to uncover the hidden is what you are aiming for.”

Mandy acted like she was offering a drink to a man sitting in an empty chair, and bent at the waist to pour it, clearly giving the imaginary gentleman a look straight down her chest. Julie smiled and gestured for Mandy to turn towards the other side of the room.

“If you are really buxom, the odds are high that you don’t have a narrow waist like Keiko, so try and pick an outfit that doesn’t hug you through the middle or around the hips. Just get something that flares suggestively and doesn’t cover up too much of your thighs.”

At that, Mandy wiggled suggestively and ran her hands up from her thighs to cup her breasts, then winked at Julia. The room giggled and clapped and there was a tremor of laughter at Julia continued.

“Avoid the slits in the sides at the bottom; they will draw attention away from what you are trying to emphasize. If you have dark hair like Mandy and pale skin like most of us northerners do, then avoid colors like yellow or white – it will blur out the distinction between your skin and your outfit and make you look washed out, and heroin chic doesn’t fly for anybody not on drugs. Mandy, I think red would be your best color; don’t go for a girly pink, although it’s fun. Red says “I’m ready for some action” and a little girl-vibe doesn’t quite work when you have such an un-girlish bust. Good modeling, I liked the pretend pouring of his drink so he could look down your shirt, and I’m sure he will be tonight! All right, who’s next?

There was a general pause as no one volunteered immediately. Julia clearly knew how to keep momentum going, and promptly pointed down the row. “Keiko, how about you take the stage?”

“I need to touch up my makeup before getting up there.” Keiko responded.

Keiko headed down the hallway while everyone refilled their wine glass, chatted or looked at the lingerie catalogue. Emily grabbed a copy and paged through it, looking for ideas. It was a kind of Frederick’s of Hollywood mail-order system that allowed women to see live modeling of the products before ordering. Emily preferred it to the non-changing room styles of Victoria’s Secret where you had to take it home and return it if it didn’t fit or work for you. Keiko returned quickly, and everyone settled back down at Julia’s gesture. “OK Keiko, you’re on.”

Keiko walked to the front in an ivory outfit that was an unusual style that Emily wasn’t familiar with. It clung to Keiko all the way around her, with what looked to be a normal bra top and translucent material all the way down to just past her hips. Julia was smart to have Keiko go after Mandy – the contrast between Mandy’s bustiness and Keiko’s petiteness is so stark that no one is really comparing them to each other. Julia started her commentary with a compliment.

“Keiko made a nice choice here with the ivory mesh and lace chemise. She knows that her body is so slim that it could get lost in a looser choice, and it emphasizes her delicate nature. The translucent fabric promises a lot but doesn’t give the whole store away. I’ll remind you, ladies, don’t overdeliver with your outfits. It’s the promise, not the delivery, that starts the fun. You’ll notice that her chemise has some ruffles along the bra top. Excellent choice here – it emphasizes that her breasts are different from the rest of her torso and by contrast reemphasizes her waist.

Julia gestured for her to twirl, and Keiko spun in a slow circle with a dancer’s grace, and Emily felt a stab of envy at her excellent balance. Julia continued her monologue.

“She is wearing black underwear, and I think that doesn’t really work. You need to go with something white – not regular mom underwear, something silk, I’m thinking – so that it both matches the chemise fabric and draws attention to what is covered. But overall, a good choice.”

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Chapter Five: Lara is Stolen by a Teenager

After the Slave Contract signing, life at the estate continued as before. Life was good at their Paradise, their Garden of Eden. Mistress Casandra thought it was a perfect life. Lara and Tara, agreed with her, life here was perfect. So much Love and so much Sex. Yes, life was good. And then, as it sometimes does, life took a turn. A very unexpected turn.

One Thursday, about 3 weeks after the Slave Contract signing, the three young women, the Mistress and her two slaves, were in the Living Room, each reading. Just before 4pm, actually it was 3:50pm; Lara stretched and asked Mistress Casandra a question, “Mistress, may I go for a walk until Dinner time?”

Casandra looked at a clock, smiled at Lara and replied, “Yes, my dear Lara. You may go for a walk. Anywhere in particular?”

“No Mistress, maybe down to the Lake. It’s so nice there.”

“Yes it is. Go on, get some clothes on and go for your walk little one.”

Lara laughed and went and got “some clothes on”, and went for her walk, while Casandra and Tara continued to read.

At 5pm Tara said, “It’s 5. I wonder where Lara is, she’s never late.”

“No, she’s isn’t. She probably lost track of time. We’ll give her a little more time.”

Then 20 minutes, now they were both getting worried.

Casandra thought to herself, “There couldn’t be a problem. The Front Gate is closed and locked. There is the High Fence around the estate. No one can get in.”

But she said to Tara, “Let’s go look for her.”

Casandra waited for Tara to get dressed and then they went to look for Lara.

Casandra said to Tara, “Lara said she might go to the Lake, we’ll go there first.”

“Ok.”

And they hiked down to the Lake. On the side trail that leads to the Lake, they found Lara’s top and a short distance further, her shorts.

They both smiled and thought, “She’s swimming.”

And they kept going down the trail. To their surprise, no one was there. Lara was not there. They looked around and noticed many foot prints on the ground and on the sand, down by the lake.

Tara said, “Someone has been here. More than one by the looks of all these foot prints.”

Casandra did not answer but continued to look around and search for clues, any clue.

She cried out, “Look.”

And picked up a pair of panties, held them so Tara could see them and said, “These are not Lara’s. Someone has defiantly been here.”

They kept looking and soon noticed that the foot prints led to a path which appeared to go to the other side of the Lake. Casandra and Tara followed the path and we soon on the other side of the Lake. Casandra had brought along a map of the estate.

And said to Tara, “This path is not on the map. Let’s keep following it.”

They kept walking down the path and soon, they reached the High Fence; someone had cut a hole in the fence. How long ago, no way to know.

“But this must be how someone got in and it looks like they stole Lara.” Casandra said to Tara.

The path continued on the other side of the fence and they continued to follow it. A short distance, about 3/8 of a mile, they came to a road. And still, no sign of Lara.

They both thought, “How are we going to find her? How? God, I hope she’s all right.”

They stood there for a short while and then Casandra said, “We better get back to the house. Come on.”

Reluctantly, Tara followed her Mistress back to the house.

The next few hours were hell. Tara was crying and Casandra was trying to be strong. Neither one could eat or really do anything.

Finally, at 10pm, Casandra gently said to Tara, “Let’s go to bed. We must stay strong for Lara. Come with me darling.”

They went up to Casandra’s room and got into bed. Not for sex but to comfort each other. At about 3am, Casandra’s cell phone rang but as she answered, the caller hung up. Nothing unusual about that but in this situation, she got up, went down to her Office to check it out.

By checking online, Casandra is very good on the computer and very “tech savvy”, she found the phone number was listed to a “Bob Swartz”, a 44 year old business man with a home located on the other side of the small town. He is married and has one child, a daughter. He also has two other numbers and they are used a lot in other parts of the country. “The number that called is probably the daughter’s.” thought Casandra. She kept researching the daughter and found out: Her name is “Meagan”, she is 18 years old, and she is a senior at the local high school. And her parents travel a lot, a whole lot.

Casandra said out loud, “Poor child, she’s always being left by herself. She must be very lonely.”

From the High School computer system she also found that Meagan is absent quite frequently, and shows an excused absent for today.

Casandra thinks, “So, she home. I’ll check it out.”

Casandra has the address of Meagan’s house. “We’ll both go see if Lara is there, and if she is.”

By this time, it was 10am. Casandra was walking to the door went she stopped; iskenderun escort Tara was standing by the Front Door.

Tara said, “Mistress, she is my little sister, she is my Mom. I’m going with you.”

“Yes, of course you’re coming. Let’s find our little one.”

They ran to the car and drove to Meagan’s address.

On the way to Meagan’s house, Casandra and Tara made a plan on how to gain entrance into the house. Casandra decided that they would keep it simple. They would go up to the front door, knock and say that Tara’s dog was missing, Once they gained entrance to the house, “we’ll play it by ear.” The house is isolated and is surrounded by trees. Casandra drove by the house twice, both to pretend they were looking for “Tara’s dog” and to check out the neighborhood. She then drove into the driveway of Meagan’s house and parked. Casandra and Tara walked up to the house, called for “Tara’s dog, Sammy.”

At the door, Casandra knocked and when someone answered, “Yes”

“Please, can you help us. My daughter lost her dog, Sammy. Have you seen a dog running around?”

“No, go away.”

“Please, can we come in? Please, my daughter is so upset. Could she have some water?”

Tara was sobbing.

“Ok, come in but make it quick,” Meagan said as she opened the door.

Casandra and Tara walked in, sat down and told Meagan about “Sammy.”

As they were talking, Tara excused herself, “I need to go to the bathroom. Where is it?”

Meagan pointed down the hall and said, “It’s that way. Help yourself.”

Casandra kept Meagan’s attention while Tara went to the bathroom. When she got to the bathroom, Tara looked back into the living room, saw her Mistress had Meagan’s full attention and saw her chance to go upstairs. Tara walked up the stairs. When she was on the stairs, Meagan suddenly turned her head and saw Tara on the stairs. She yelled and stood up but Casandra pulled her back down and held her. Tara continued up the stairs and looked into each room, searching for Lara. She found her in what she gathered was Meagan’s room. Lara was laying down on the bed and was tied up and gagged!

“Lara” she cried out and went to her, untied Lara and removed the gag.

And held her tight. Tara led Lara down the stairs and Casandra went to her, made sure she was uninjured and held her tight. Casandra then grab Meagan, marched her to the dining table, and sat her down.

Then turned to Lara and asked, “What happened Lara? Tell us.”

Lara proceeded to tell Casandra and Tara the story of how she ended up here.

She said, “You remember yesterday I asked permission to go for a walk.”

“Yes”

“It was so nice outside and I was so happy. I thought I would go down to the Lake for a quick swim. You both know I love it down there.”

Casandra and Tara both smiled and nodded.

Lara continued, “As I walked down the side trail, I took my clothes off and felt so free.”

“Yes, we found them. Here they are.”

Casandra handed Lara her clothes and Lara asked her Mistress, “May I get dressed Mistress?”

“Yes, please do.”

Lara went on and said, “As I got closer to the Lake, I heard voices and thought, “There’s someone at the Lake!”

“I slowly snuck up and hid in the tall grass and looked. I saw two teenage girls swimming in the Lake; they were skinning dipping.”

Suddenly, I was tackled to the ground by someone and the hit knocked my breath away. As we wrestled, I could tell the other person was naked too. The girls in the Lake saw what was happening and ran up to us. Then soon had my arms locked behind me and stood me up. Meagan was the one that had tackled me. The three eighteen year old girls looked me up and down.

Meagan asked, “What do we have here. Where you from? Why are you naked?”

I did not answer, thought to myself, “I’ll play along until I can get away.”

“You better answer bitch.”

And she slapped my ass.

“What’s your name?”

“Lara,”

Meagan told the girls, “Hold her, and don’t let her get away.”

The two girls, both blondes and they’re names were Debbie, and Ann, held on to me.

Meagan took charge and said to me, “You are very naughty, walking around naked and spying on nude girls. Very naughty. You should be punished.”

And she spanked me. Swatted me 10 times. While the girls were holding me and noticed I was getting aroused.

Debbie laughed and said, “Look, she’s getting hot. She likes this. Are you a lesbian little girl?”

And Debbie and Ann started to touch me all over; my tits, my ass and my pussy. We slowly all sank to the ground and we had sex, right there. I was made to eat Ann’s pussy while Debbie ate me. After we had all came, they switched and I was made to eat Debbie’s pussy while Ann are me. And we all came again. It was very sexy.”

Casandra asked, “What was Meagan doing?”

“She was capturing it all on her phone. When we had recovered and stood up, Meagan said as she tied my hands behind my back, “I’m taking this bitch home antakya escort with me. I’m keeping her.”

Debbie and Ann both looked shocked. “What, you can’t keep her.”

“Why”

“She belong to someone”

“Yes, to me”

“How are you going to get away with this.”

“You know my parents are never around and when they do show up, I’ll hide her in the basement. And you too stay quite or I’ll show everyone this video.”

“You filmed us? Give it to me.”

“No, as long as you do as you’re told from now on, no one will know you’re both lezzy girls.”

“We’re not lezzy girls.”

“This video tells a difference story. So, behave. Get your clothes on and let’s go.”

The three got dressed and we walked to Meagan’s car. They made me get into the trunk. I could hear them talking and when Meagan dropping off each one she reminded them, “Remember, don’t say anything.”

She then drove us here and she brought me inside.

She told me, “Ok Lara, this is your new home. Do as you’re told and I won’t hurt you.”

I thought I would just go along with it until I could get away, so I said, “Yes Miss, I’ll do want you ask.”

“Good”

Meagan then untied me. She sat down on the couch, and ordered me to “crawl to me and eat my pussy. And do it well, or else.”

And for the next few hours we had sex. She explored my body and I hers. She came and came.

At 4pm she called a guy, Dirk was his name, her boyfriend and said, “Dirk honey, come over here right now. I have a surprise for you.”

When Dirk got to the house, Meagan introduced me as her “cousin” and said to explain my nudity, “She like to be nude. She is very horny and plays with herself all the time.”

“Really”

“Go ahead Dirk, fuck her. Fuck her brains out. I give her to you. She is going to be our sex slave.”

And he did, we had a threesome. I sucked his cock. It was really hot.”

“Dirk left at 10pm. As he was leaving, Meagan told him “not to tell anyone about our slave. It will be our secret.”

“No, I won’t. See you tomorrow.”

Meagan then led me upstairs to her room.

“Now behave, remember, behave.”

She got in her bed and said, “You sleep on the floor.”

I waited a long time to try anything. I saw her put her cell phone down on her end table and when I thought she was sleeping, I slowly moved closer and picked it up. I rolled over and dial your number Mistress. Just when you answered, Meagan knocked the phone out of my hand and grabbed it.

“You bitch, you bitch,” she yelled.

And she tied me up, put a gag in my mouth. And she left me there till morning. Meagan woke up at 7am and slapped my ass to wake me.

Then ordered me “to eat her out and make me come, bitch.”

Then she said, “Stay there bitch, I’m taking a shower.”

When she went to the bathroom, I tried to untie myself. But she was waiting for me to try that and came back to me and hog tied me. Now, I could not move. I was like that till you came and saved me.”

The whole time Lara told her story, Tara was getting madder and madder. Lara saw that and said to her, “It’s all right. She lonely, her parents are never here. She takes care of herself. She just mad at the world because of her parents.”

Meagan said, “My parents never wanted me, my Mother told me. They just want me gone. They don’t care.”

And she cried.

Casandra said to her, “There, there Meagan. It will be all right. But, you did a bad thing. You could go to jail. It’s very serious, kidnapping.”

“I didn’t mean any harm.”

Tara yelled at her, “didn’t mean any harm. You wanted to keep her for yourself. Let me punish her Mistress.”

Casandra said, “No, Lara was the one wronged, she will give the first part of the punishment.”

Mistress Casandra had an idea, a risky idea.

Casandra said to Meagan, “You will be punished. To you agree that you deserve it?”

“I guess so. Yes.”

“Come over here.”

And Casandra led her to the middle of the living room and said to her, “Strip”

Meagan looked at her, nodded and took her clothes off.

“Stand straight, let me look at you. Turn around slowly.”

Casandra marveled at the pretty eighteen year old teen with the reddish brown hair and thought, “She is the same size as Lara. Actually, she looks older than Lara.”

This could work.”

Casandra said to Meagan, “Walk back to the table, lean over and spread your legs.”

Meagan did as ordered and she leaned over the table and spread her legs. Casandra had taken some photos of Meagan standing and now took some more photos of Meagan leaning over the table with her legs spread.

She then ordered Lara “to spank her hard,” and knowing Lara’s good heart, added “she is being punished. Hit her hard.”

“Yes Mistress.”

Lara hit Meagan’s ass 20 times, 10 each cheek.

Then Mistress said to all three girls, “Get on the floor and make love to each other.”

Lara and Tara took Meagan in their arms, they all lowered bursa escort to the floor and they had sex.

Meanwhile, Casandra went upstairs to Meagan’s room and checked out her computer. She made sure that Meagan had no photos and videos of Lara or any references to Lara on her computer.

“None, good. Must only be on her phone,” she thought.

She looked around the room, did not see anything out of place. She then typed out a letter and printed it out. Then she went back downstairs.

The girls were still at it and went they had each come. “Ok girls. Get dressed. No, not you Meagan. You stay nude. Come over to the table and sign this.”

Casandra covered the words so that Meagan wouldn’t know what she was signing.

“What is it?”

“Slaves do not question, they obey. Now sign.”

And Meagan signed.

Casandra ordered her girls to “tidy up the place.”

While they others were busy, Casandra looked Meagan in the eye and said to her, “Meagan, there can be pain in slavery, as you just felt. There is also great pleasure also, such great pleasure as you just experienced. You are coming with us for the rest of your punishment. Are you ready?”

“Yes”

“Yes what”

“Yes Mistress.”

When Casandra was satisfied, and had gathered up Meagan purse and her cell phone, they all walked out to the car. No one saw them through the trees. And they drove off.

While driving, Mistress said to her slaves, “Lara, Tara, play with your new toy but do not let her come again.”

And they played with Meagan but did not let her come.

Meagan was so distracted by the two other slaves; she did not see anything outside the car as they drove. When they got to the estate and parked the car, they all got out and walked up the front steps and into the house.

Once inside, Mistress said, “Meagan is here to complete her punishment. She has agreed.”

And she said to Lara and Tara, “You are responsible for her. She is to do all of the Household Slave Duties except the cooking. She is not allowed outside. She will remain nude. You are to play with her all day everyday but she is not allowed to come, not once. She is not allowed to play with herself, cuff her if you must. At night, use bed restraints. Spank her at least once a day. The only restriction is no real pain and no marks.”

She went on, “Her parents are not scheduled to return for 12 days.”

Meagan looked at her and thought, “How does she know that?”

Casandra saw the look in her eye and answered, “I know all about you Slave Meagan.”

And she continued, “So, we have many days before us. At the end, we’ll decide her fate.”

“Yes Mistress” responded Lara and Tara.

And so the days went by. Slave Meagan performed all the Household Slave Duties; the cleaning, the laundry, changed linen, dusting, vacuuming, and cleaning the bathrooms. Everything. And, while she was busy, Lara and Tara would touch her, fondle her, and poke her. They kept at her all day, every day. And with all of that attention, Meagan got hotter and hotter, more horny and more horny, till she thought she would explode.

Mistress Casandra monitors all, and she was pleased with her slaves. She also kept an eye on the news. She wanted to see if anything about Meagan’s disappearance was on.

She figured, “Since we took Meagan on Friday and she had all ready gotten a “excused absent”, and her two friends, Debbie and Ann, are probably still mad about the video, and so are probably still not talking to her, and Dirk won’t say anything because he doesn’t want to get in trouble for fucking Lara, no one will notice until Monday.”

But, then Monday came and no reaction from the school. Casandra, checking on the school’s computer saw that her absent was recorded but no follow through. The computer records showed that not until Wednesday did anyone from the school call Meagan’s home. And the school did not call the police until Thursday. That evening Casandra saw a news report on a missing girl, Meagan Swartz.

The police had searched the home and found no forced entry and no sign of a struggle. And no sign of Meagan. A Source with the police stated that a letter, signed by Meagan, had been found on the dining table, it was to her parents. The source says while they are still investigating, it is thought to be a case of a “Run Away”

Day after day, Meagan worked hard and was played with. And she got hotter and hotter. She wanted to come so bad. She begged, she pleaded. But, no, she was not allowed to come. Finally, on the eleventh day at 1pm, Mistress Casandra called her slaves into the Living Room. She ordered Meagan to stand before her. Meagan watched Mistress walk to her and reach out and touch her left breast. And Meagan moaned.

Casandra said, “You are so aroused, so hot, you are about to explode, aren’t you Slave Meagan?”

“Yes, please, let me come.”

“And you will do anything to come, won’t you slave?”

“Yes, anything.”

Meagan dropped to her knees and pleaded with her Mistress, “Please Mistress, let me come. I’ll be a good slave. I’ll obey all orders. Please, let me come.”

Mistress then spoke to Lara and Tara, “Her punishment is over. Take her up to my bed and make love to her. Make her come. Afterwards, she will fall unconscious. Let her sleep. Make her come many times and she will sleep till morning.”

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