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“Ellie!” I see pop up in a text message from her, as soon as I sit down at my desk.

“Miss me already?” I write back, grinning from ear to ear because I miss her already too.

She sends a winking emoji and, “I mean, obviously yes. But also, you forgot your lunch! It was sitting right by the door. I almost tripped over it on my way out to work. Are you going to starve?”

“Fuck!” I mutter to myself. Looking around quickly, to make sure none of my cubical mates heard me. I put it on the floor by the door so I wouldn’t forget it. Gods bless this ADHD brain of mine. “Yes.” I say simply, with a string of the saddest looking emojis I can find. Ending, naturally, with the elephant. “I am so busy today.” I continue, “I will just have to make the granola bar I have in my desk drawer last me all day. Maybe I’ll flirt with Kevin, and be rewarded with a yogurt cup or something.” I chuckle to myself and slap my phone faced down on my desk in an attempt to refocus my energy.

Kevin is the office homophobe who most recently had to be “handled” after having casually shared with his peer, “It’s not that I care that some people are gay, I just don’t want it shoved down my throat all the time. Be gay. I just don’t want to have to look at it.” He’s in the closet for sure.

After I send a cheeky wink to the back of Kevin’s head, three cubes down from me, I dig into my unread emails so I can begin to triage my day.

I am pulled out of my hyper focus when someone puts their hands on both of my shoulders and kisses me on the cheek. Shocked, I spin around, startled to see my beautiful wife.

“Babe!” I exclaim, and pop up to throw my arms around her shoulders. “What are you doing here?” I ask, as I see clearly that she is bringing me my lunch. Along with what is sure to be my favorite latte. “I can’t believe you brought that for me. Come here.” I give her an office-appropriate kiss.

I put her gifts down on my desk, and grab her by her hand to drag her out to the hallway so I can thank her more enthusiastically.

As soon as it is appropriate I stop, spin around to face her again, and throw my arms around her in our most signature hug. Arms wrapped fully around each other’s backs. Faces buried into each other’s necks so we are touching cheek to cheek, and breathing each other’s air. Our little safe space between our two hearts.

“You’re too good to me.” I say, muffled by our embrace. We release our kuşadası escort hold so we’re standing face-to-face, softly holding each other by our forearms.

She gives me a kiss on the tip of my nose. “Can’t let my Ellie Phant starve. We have a date tonight and I want you to have your energy for when you want to thank me for taking you to your favorite restaurant.” She kisses me, while giggling, and says, “You’re welcome, in advance, by the way.”

My god, she kills me. I love her so much. Five years together, and I still get butterflies when she flirts with me.

“Where’s Kevin? By the way.” She asks, while tip toeing back towards the damned cubes. “I want to give him some cash for all the yogurts he’s sure to have given you.”

We fall out laughing, at our favorite genre of inside jokes: Fuckin’ with homophobes. I pull her to me and say, “Seriously, thank you. You’ve saved me from what was already going to be a really stressful day. My afternoon blood sugar thanks you.”

“I brought you coffee, but if you need a boost of energy from a more natural source…” She says with a Cheshire grin hidden behind her wiggling fingers.

“Mmmmmm” I gently hum, as I reach out to lead her to the bathrooms down the hall.

“Wait! Are you being serious right now? Do not play with me!” She says in a hushed whisper, overtaken by sudden shyness because she always offers, but I almost never take her up on her public offers to fuck me senseless.

“Yeah!” I snap back with a teasing smile. “But you have to be quick, I have a really busy day.”

She releases my hand so she can pretend to die from the joy of it all.

I laugh at her over the topness that I love so much. “Woman! Get on with it, didn’t you hear me? The clock is ticking.”

“Yes ma’am.” She says, seriously, as she gathers herself and ushers us through the door, offering a salute to the icon of our half of the gender spectrum.

I lock the door behind us, because even though I’m only one of three people in the office who use this bathroom, this is as frisky as I get, much to the dismay of my exhibitionist wife. I unbutton and unzip my pants, but she stops me as I begin to pull them off my hips.

“No need to take them all the way off,” she says, as she encourages me to plop myself onto the counter. Then we both remember that wrists don’t bend that way, and we really need to both be standing. “Turn kocaeli escort around.” She commands.

I hop off of the counter, and find her eyes in the reflection. Placing my hands down one by one, like I am being placed under arrest, I press my ass into her. She grabs me by the hip bones and presses herself into me. I have to bite my lower lip while I grin stupidly at the clear pleasure I can see on her face.

She reaches her left hand under my shirt where she grabs first my right breast, and then the left, before finding a resting place with her thumb pressed firmly against my sternum, but the rest of her hand gently cupping my right breast. She presses her body fully against mine. She wraps her other arm around me and holds me in a deep embrace, while she kisses the back of my neck, offering gentle but stinging bites occasionally, to remind me to continue to grind my ass up against her.

Slowly she releases me with her right hand, while continuing to hold me tightly against her with her left. She massages my breast with her left hand as she expertly slides her right underneath the hem of my very unsexy cotton work pants panties.

She kisses her way to the top of my left shoulder as she circles her hand lower and lower. She uses all five fingertips as she journeys at a hurried, but somehow still luxurious, pace. She pays respect to the initial softness of me by taking gentle handfuls into what we call “hand-hugs”.

She sprawls her pinky and forefinger as she expertly jumps over my clitoris to massage my labia until my wetness has had a chance to lubricate the path to my vagina. Dipping her fingers in she stops suddenly, squeezes me close with both arms and grinds her hips up against me. She presses her nose into me and takes me in with a full breath. “This moment never gets old.” She says in hushed tone, as she releases her breath in a sigh.

After fully lubricating her fingertips she returns to the area around my clit. Rubbing gentle circles around it. She frees it from its protective, but sensitive skin folds. Only then does she dive into the depths of me, pressing her palm firmly against my throbbing and exposed clitoris.

I gasp and throw my head back, and lean against her, as she is now hunched around me as if she has tackled me from behind. I surrender myself to her as she circles my waist with her left arm, the side of her head and neck pressing into me konya escort while supporting me with her right shoulder. She thrusts her right arm ever so slightly up and down while she pedals her fingers inside me like she has a spin class personal best record to break.

“Don’t stop!” I say to her, even though I know her fingers must be dying. “That feels so fucking good.” I reach down and offer support by pressing my hand against hers from the outside of my stretched pants. Pushing her even more deeply inside of me rhythmically along with her subtle thrusts.

“Okay, you can stop.” I say to her after some time, to indicate that there is no way I’m going to be able to come, but that I feel deeply satisfied. I release my hold of her hand.

Like an engine that takes a while to shut off, she slows her internal pedaling until it’s more like a swimmer who’s trying to stay upright in the water while holding onto the edge.

“Thank you for letting me touch you.” She says with an exhale, giving me a deep kiss to my side, followed by a full mouthed bite. Only then does she remove her hand and release me from her embrace.

“Thank YOU!” I insist, as I begin to wash my hands, as if I had done anything with them.

She reaches straight for the paper towels, and I say, “Wash your hands!”

As I really should have predicted would be her response, she makes aggressive eye contact in the mirror while placing her middle and ring finger into her mouth. Closing her eyes she holds up her left hand as if she requires privacy.

“You’re gross.” I say, but I feel my pussy twinge in response to her clear obsession with my body.

She composes herself and continues to only dry her hand that has now been deep inside of me, and now licked by her.

She throws her left arm around my shoulder, unlocks the door, and guides me back to my desk where she places me firmly back into my chair with a kiss on the top of my head. “I love you. Get to work. Be home by 6 so you can shower before our date, you’re dirty.” She jokes as she spins herself around and marches off towards the exit.

Stopping three cubicles down, she turns and looks back at me. She puts her hand up to her face, I think to blow me a kiss.

Instead she takes a deep sniff of her fingers, and then breaks eye contact with me while she turns to Kevin, extends her hand for a handshake, and says, “Kevin!! How are you doing man?”

Men don’t know how to turn down a handshake, so he firmly grasps her hand. Probably squeezing it just a little harder than is necessary to make sure that she knows his dick is bigger.

She releases his hand, turns back to me, winks, and then dances her way out the door.

God, I love that woman.

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This is the eighth in a series of stories about a middle-aged couple trying to adjust to changes in their life brought on by events beyond their control.

Hi. My name is Sharon. My husband of more than twenty years, Rich, and I are in our early forties living in a small town in California’s Central Valley.

A couple of years ago we became empty nesters with our children now working at their own careers on the East Coast. Rich who previously traveled five days a week for work has now retired following a very lucrative buyout of his company. These changes brought us a great deal of free time and more money than we ever expected. Just like anyone else in our circumstances our first reaction was to spend more time at the gym, improve our golf game, learn new cooking skills, etc. But the big changes have been the improvements to our sex life described in detail in prior chapters of this story.

The latest major change in our life began, as with a number of others, with a phone call. This time it was from a former neighbor, Jill Ferguson. Jill and her husband Cam had lived next door to us when our children and theirs were quite small and we had been close friends. Unfortunately about the time our children reached school age both we and the Fergusons moved away from the small Sacramento subdivision in which we then lived—the Fergusons to a new job Cam had accepted on the East Coast and Rich and I to our current home which had become available when Rich’s parents passed away. Since then our relationship with the Fergusons had dwindled to only slightly more than an annual exchange of Christmas cards.

Once we had exchanged greetings Jill said, “Sharon, Cam and I are making big changes in our lives. Our kids are grown and moved out and Cam has recently retired. We are at loose ends on how to deal with these changes but the one decision we have made is that we want to move back to California.”

“Retirement brings a lot of change,” I told her. “Rich and I have recently gone through a similar process.”

“I know,” she said. “You mentioned in your last Christmas card that you and Rich were going through life changes arising from what sounded like circumstances similar to ours. We are going to be in California house hunting in a couple of weeks and we would like to stop by and see you. Perhaps you can give us some tips on how to make the transition.”

“Oh we would love to. It has been ages since we have seen the two of you.” As I spoke I was thinking that it might be more than a little difficult to brief the Fergusons on the changes we had made to spice up our sex life. When we lived next door to each other so many years before we were very close friends but we had not had ‘that kind of relationship.’ But no matter, they had been close friends and I wanted to see them again and help them with their transition so we made plans to get together for dinner at our home in two weeks’ time. After the call I was pleased that the Fergusons were coming to visit and might be in our life again. I remembered how Jill and I had gotten together regularly for coffee in the mornings and shared all our problems and successes with new marriage, new children, traveling husbands and all the other issues young wives have.

A few days before the Fergusons were due to arrive another change occurred. A for sale sign appeared on the lawn of the property next door. We were not terribly close to the owners who spent most of their time at another home they owned in Silicon Valley, although they had been instrumental in the beginning of Rich’s and my efforts to broaden our sex life.

We had dinner with the Fergusons, drinking a substantial quantity of wine while we relived our long ago lives as next-door neighbors and gave and received quick updates from each other about the intervening twenty years. At some point the issue of the house next door being up for sale came up and Jill got very excited. “Wouldn’t it be great to live next door again,” she gushed. Later when Rich and I talked we agreed it would be great to have the Fergusons next door again, even though it would impair our ability to walk around naked and have sex in our back yard. That home was the only one near ours, the remainder of the land around us being still committed to farming.

Ultimately Jill got her way. Two months later the Fergusons were our new next-door neighbors and Rich and I Iimited our recreational nudity and sex to indoors. That wasn’t that big a problem and our relationship with the Fergusons picked up almost without a hitch. They joined our country club, Rich and Cam became regular golf partners, and Jill joined me in my regular work outs at the gym.

Jill was determined to lose some of the weight that twenty years had put on her. Sure she weighed a bit more than she had twenty years ago, but she was still a very attractive woman. She was about five-six or so with good legs, nice round hips (too big she thought, but not in Rich’s view that he shared with kütahya escort me), a still narrow waist (not like it used to be according to Jill), and breasts which, like mine, had grown much larger and softer than they had been before we had children. Rich thought my breasts and Jill’s looked just fine, but of course I couldn’t share that assessment with Jill. Besides my horndog husband thought almost any woman’s breasts looked just fine. Her smiling face and sparkling blue eyes hadn’t changed and her slightly curled dishwater blonde hair grew down to her shoulders in a thick mane that looked pretty much as it had all those years ago. I thought she looked great and I told her so.

The other activity that resumed promptly was our tradition of sharing a morning cup of coffee. It became so regular that Jill and I insisted that Cam and Rich install a gate in the fence so Jill and I could each cut through the other’s back yard for our coffee. With help from Rich and Cam, I altered our garden a bit and installed a series of steppingstones leading from the new gate in the fence to our patio They provided a border between the lawn and a flower garden.

It was just about nine on a Tuesday morning. I had been up since six and had just finished my morning’s gardening. Rich and Cam were out of town, Cam to tie up some loose ends of his retirement in New York (retirements from major jobs are not always clean and neat), Rich to visit his slut (Lisa) in Oregon. I knew all about Lisa and I talked to her regularly by phone. She was a significant part of our broadened sex life. In conversations with others we called his trips to Oregon ‘consulting’. I brewed up some coffee and called Jill to invite her over.

“Just got out of the shower,” she said. “Let me throw something on and I will be right over.”

“No need to dress up. I just finished my gardening. I’ll be in shorts and a T-shirt on the back patio with our coffees.”

“Got it.”

When I had called Jill I hadn’t thought about the fact that my gardening clothes this morning were a loose pair of shorts and a T-shirt. I hadn’t bothered with a bra. Sometimes I do that when I am gardening. I just like the feel of the T-shirt on my low hanging boobs as I crawl about pulling weeds. Oh well, I thought. Jill knows I have breasts.

A few minutes later I heard the new gate between our yards open and close. I looked up to see Jill walking toward me. Her clothing was pretty much like mine, T-shirt and shorts and it appeared to me that she hadn’t bothered with a bra either. As I watched her walking towards me I could see her boobs swinging beneath the T-shirt. There were still damp places on the T-shirt where her hurried toweling had been a bit inadequate.

Her swinging boobs made me think of my former lover Clarissa and how much I had enjoyed playing with her tits before she moved away with her new husband. I could feel a tiny fire starting in my groin. “Stop that,” I told myself. “Those are Jill’s breasts you are looking at. Not Clarissa’s.” Of course telling yourself not to think about sex is about like telling water to run uphill. I did however get myself to focus on Clarissa instead of Jill’s tits. I sat starring down into my coffee remembering how I how much I had enjoyed pulling down on Clarissa’s long nipples as we lay, our legs entangled while we rubbed our pussies against each other. What was that she had called that? Oh yes, sicissoring. It was fun.

My lewd thoughts were interrupted by a yelp from Jill. Pulling my head up I saw that she had slipped on some wet grass or perhaps tripped on one of the newly set steppingstones. I watched her arms windmill as she struggled to regain her balance and then listened to a screech as she tumbled to the side into a muddy patch of garden.

Setting my coffee down I ran towards Jill ignoring how my breasts were swinging beneath my shirt as I yelled, “Are you hurt?”

She responded, “No I’m fine. Just clumsy and very muddy.”

When I arrived she was sitting up covered with mud. The place where she was sitting was a piece of garden I had watered earlier in the day and inadvertently left a hose running on for much too long. It was a combination of slippery mud and dirty brown water. Jill had managed to get it on virtually every part of her body but her face. I guess she must have fallen and then rolled over in an effort to get up. Now she was just sitting in the mud her legs stretched out before her. Her clothing wasn’t just muddy it was soaked and the old T-shirt she had been wearing was nearly transparent. I couldn’t help but notice her tits I had told myself to ignore a few moments ago.

I stood before her shaking my head and smiling. “Here, let me help you up,” I said, holding out my hand. She grabbed it and when I started to lift perhaps she pulled back. I don’t know, but instead of lifting her up I fell forward pushing her back down into the mud and landing on her chest, our breasts manisa escort pinned against each other. I was thrashing a bit and slid off her, rubbing our boobs together as I slid down into the mud alongside her. I rolled over soaking the remainder of my body and then spun about and sat up so Jill and I were sitting in the mud puddle facing each other pressing together at our hips. We were both laughing hysterically. That was when she grabbed a hand full of mud and threw it at me, hitting me in the chest. I did the same and we both continued to laugh like children.

Then one of us grabbed another hand full of gooey mud and begin to rub it on the other’s chest. The response was immediate and we quickly found ourselves sitting in the bright morning sun soaked in muddy water each rubbing gooey mud on the other’s thinly clad boobs and laughing like the whole thing was a great joke. And then we weren’t laughing anymore. We were kissing—a deep wanton kiss that went on and on while we continued to rub each other’s boobs. This wasn’t a neighborly peck. Our mouths were open and tongues exploring. I had felt a bit of fire start in my core with my thoughts of Clarissa but this kiss escalated it to an inferno. I never knew who initiated the kiss, but it never mattered.

We eventually paused for breath and I sat staring at my long-time close friend in silence.

“Oh my,” I said, still fondling her tits.

“Yes. Oh my,” she responded, still fondling my tits. “Take that T-shirt off. It’s in the way.”

I did as she asked and then she smeared another hand full of mud on my now naked tits.

“You bitch,” I said laughing. I pushed her back into the mud and then as she lay staring up at me I rose to my knees, my muddy breasts swinging beneath me. I pushed her T-shirt up above her tits to smear an additional handful of mud on them and then lay forward so our mud slicked breasts were pressed together. We resumed the kiss for a long time as our mud-covered bodies rubbed against each other. We were lying in a mud puddle in the warm mid-morning California sun and it was heavenly, just heavenly.

For a long while we continued kissing while we squirmed about in the mud our thighs pressed against the other’s sex and our tits rubbing. Eventually I found myself sitting atop her hips, my legs spread on either side of her while I used my fingers to fondle her tits and pinch and pull on her engorged nipples. There was so much mud on her I couldn’t tell what color her nips and areolae were. Everything was the same brown California mud. But the pressure I was putting on her nipples, pinching and pulling them, was causing her to moan in lust.

“Tell me you naughty girl,” I said as I pinched her nipples. “Did you fall in that mud on purpose to seduce me?”

Jill gasped at what I was doing to her breasts. “No I just wanted a cup of coffee.”

“Oh. If that is all you want, the coffee is still there. We might have to heat it up a bit.” I slid a hand between us and cupped her sex, massaging it with my fingers.

Jill gasped. “That was then. This is now. What I want now is more of what you are doing. But we are going to have to get a shower first. Too much mud. You won’t like how I taste.”

“Me too,” I said. I jumped to my feet and reached down to give her a hand up. This time she didn’t pull me over into the mud. We stood in my back yard kissing for a long time each of us with our hands fondling the other’s ass and pulling the other’s body against us.

“Wait,” I finally said. “Let’s shower. I want to fuck you. We should leave our clothes on the porch.”

Once naked, I looked at her and said, “No still too much mud for the house.” I grabbed a hose and sprayed cold water on her. No need to feel too sorry for her. It was mid-morning on a warm Central Valley day. The temperature was already in the high 80’s. No real pain inflicted but it was great horse play.

Jill screamed, “You bitch,” and tried to wrestle the hose away from me. We struggled over the hose for long enough so that both of us were doused with enough water to allow us to go into the house without leaving tracks of mud. From there it was into a big warm shower in the bath adjoining our master bedroom.

Once the water temperature was adjusted to our liking we stood in the big walk-in shower letting water from two separate shower heads pour over us as we stood kissing and fondling each other. “Let me wash you,” I said, grabbing bottles of body wash and shampoo.

I began with the body wash spreading it thickly over her whole body with just enough warm water to make it turn her skin slick. Then I spent a long time massaging her from head to toe, with special emphasis on her breasts, her pussy, her ass, her throat, and any other body part that seemed to make her purr when I stroked it, like the bottoms of her feet and her arm pits.

After I used a handheld sprayer to wash her down I turned to her hair, soaking it thoroughly mardin escort with warm water and then working the luxuriant shampoo into it. We stood for a long time Jill leaning against the shower’s tiled wall and her back pressed against my body as I slowly stroked her hair running my fingers through it again and again while I rubbed my lower body against her ass. It was more of a massage than a simple shampoo. She made contented purring noises and slowly rubbed her ass against my loins. Once the shampoo was rinsed out I spun her around, pushing her against the wall still under the shower as I began to suckle on her breasts. Her areolae were swollen and protruding, her nipples fully engorged and extending like a miniature penis. Without the mud I could see they were big, dark, and very suckable. I suckled gently and then more firmly and then fiercely on each as Jill moaned in passion. When she tried to touch me I pushed her hands back against the wall and said, “No. Me first. Then you can do me.”

I used a foot to push her feet apart and began to devote a hand to massaging her mound, still working her nipples with my mouth, tongue, lips, and an occasional nip with my teeth. I let a finger slide between her lips pushing her fleshy inner lips to the side. As I stroked it her groans grew loud and louder still when I slipped one and then two and then three figures into her cunt. She was dripping wet.

“Oh god Sharon. It’s so . . .I’m so . . . Oh god. I can’t believe we never . . . “

“Shhhh,” I said as I dropped to my knees before her, pushing her legs even farther apart to give me better access. “Let me.”

I used my fingers to push her thick bush aside and I spread her pussy lips so I could begin licking the inflamed tissue between and behind her labia with long slow strokes beginning where my fingers remained in her cunt and rising ever so slowly and seductively to just below her clit. Her clit when engorged was a large one, just like her nipples, but I was avoiding it for now. When my tongue began to tire I took one and then the other of her fleshy inner labia into my mouth to suckle. I was driving her wild; obtaining my own enjoyment from listening to her moans of passion, punctuated with an occasional string of obscenities about how good it was and what a bitch I was being for not letting her cum. My god this was fun.

I kept that up until she was literally pounding the walls with her fists, desperate for the climax that hung out there just beyond her reach. It’s time, I thought. I pressed two fingers hard against her G-spot and then sucked her swollen clit between my lips. She gasped, not yet in orgasm, but so close her legs were shaking. Then I nipped her clit with my teeth, not hard, but just enough to push her over the edge with a scream that could be heard a block off. Her legs collapsed and she slid down the wall. I slid with her, doing my best to keep my face in her sex. Once fully down on the floor she threw her legs around me and put a hand behind my head forcing me to keep licking her clit as her body roared through wave after wave of climax. When she finally had no more left to give to her passion her legs relaxed and her hand came off my head. I gave her one more lick and she said with a blubber, “No more. Enough.”

I sat back on my haunches grinning as I looked at her. She was destroyed, tears streaming from her eyes, her face and chest flushed from her passion, her eyes half closed, her nips still distended, her pussy lips red and swollen showing through her bush and her legs spread with no sense of dignity. “Yes I fucked her good,” I told myself. I had learned a lot from Clarissa.

Eventually as her breathing recovered and her head cleared she sat up and said, “Now let me do you.”

I smiled and said, “Thank you but we are out of hot water. Besides we need to talk. It’s lunch time and I’m hungry.” Truth be told I was feeling more than a little guilty about ravaging my longtime friend on an impulse as I had. I had no idea whether she had ever had sex with a woman before or not. Was it something she wanted? Something she knew she enjoyed? And what about her husband? Had I just seduced my long-time close friend into a treasonous adultery that Cam would never forgive if he found out? No, we needed to talk rationally and clearly about what had just happened.

Jill looked at me with a look of confusion or disappointment. I couldn’t read it. “I will have to sneak home and get some clothes,” she said.

“I have a robe you can wear. There’s no one here but us. Let’s go downstairs. I have some lovely Gravlax left from a party we had just before Rich left and a chilled bottle of white wine in the refrigerator.”

“Gravlax?”

“Cured salmon.”

“Oh yes.”

“It’s delicious. Usually you get little scraps of it on hors d’oeuvres—barely enough to taste. But we have enough for a meal for the two of us along with a salad I can make from cucumbers I picked from the garden yesterday. And I have a good Chablis that has been chilling in the kitchen.”

She looked at me and shook her head from side to side still trying to clear the fog from her orgasm. “Okay that sounds good. I’m hungry.” She shook her head again. “And I could use a drink. This has been quite a morning.”

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This story is a work of fiction. The main characters are all imaginary. However it is interwoven with real people, places and events.

Some readers may remember Vix as a character in Savour Me Part 3, and that episode is revisited during this first part of Vix’s story.

***

I never liked my name. Victoria. Whenever I think of it, my mind flicks to that fat, sour-faced Queen of England, dressed in frumpy black. As early as I can remember I wanted to get rid of it. I think my mum and dad would have been happy if I had adopted “Vicki” but once I was in junior school some of my friends started calling me “Vicks” and, by the time I was in secondary, I had restyled it to “Vix” and that has firmly stuck. I have embraced “Vix”.

The name is my mum’s fault. When she was a struggling musician on the USA’s west coast, she was spotted and befriended by Vicki Peterson of The Bangles, who championed her as a vocal talent and brought her to the attention of influential contacts, resulting in her career taking off. Mum always felt a debt of gratitude to Vicki, so when I was born….Victoria it was.

Apart from being saddled with a crappy name, I’m a lucky little bitch really. My parents are rich; Dad is Jack Standen, lead singer, songwriter and guitarist of the successful British rock band The Chootes, and Mum is the million-selling American singer Tessa Marshall, so by any standards my family is loaded.

Dad came from a working-class background though; it was always important to him to keep me firmly grounded, and his no-nonsense, unpretentious philosophy has definitely formed the core of my personality. For a rich kid, I’m pretty down-to-earth, I think.

Having said that, my parents didn’t deprive me of anything, or place artificial restrictions or repressions on me. I was brought up to believe that life was for living and we should embrace all the joy we can get out of it. Having money just makes that a bit easier, that’s all.

So, I learned to play guitar (of course) piano and saxophone, got into mountain biking, and later motorbikes and cars. I guess in that respect there’s a bit of tomboy in me. I also bought myself a boat. We live on the banks of the Thames, near London, so boats have been a part of my life since we moved there when I was only 5 years old.

Dad had spent time in the US, where he met Mum, and I was actually born there, but as soon as they were both career-secure, Dad brought Tessa over to the UK to live. She’s always been a bit of an Anglophile anyway.

As a youngster, I was only interested in playing my instruments, singing, riding my bikes, and kayaking on the river, and I guess I was a slow starter, sexually. I don’t really remember having any sexual feelings until I was in 6th Form. It was around then that I started touching myself in my bedroom, and discovered what sexual pleasure was. Previously, I’d spent a lot of time practicing my guitar licks, but then I found something that was finger-licking good and there was no going back.

This was truly a time of wondrous discoveries, like wet orgasms (I found to my great joy I was a squirter) and multiple orgasms. OMG. Once I found that I could come over and over again there was no stopping me. I would drive myself to O after O, only stopping when tenderness and sensitivity made my clit untouchable and there was a curious ache in my abdomen.

After a session like this, I would sleep super-deeply, and have fantastic erotic dreams, then wake up so hungry I was like a ravening beast, raiding the kitchen. My mum thought it was just the normal hunger of developing teens, and maybe it was. All of it.

As my body developed, I began to see myself more and more as a sexual creature, and an attractive woman, though I was a little disappointed that I hadn’t quite inherited my mother’s curves. Mum is a bit taller than me, more busty, and very sexy. My dad has great taste.

Still, my figure was good, and I soon started attracting the attention of boys, which led to my first sexual experience in the store room of the college gym. He seemed OK and I was feeling horny, so I thought ‘why not.’ It was a horrible mistake. A rushed, clumsy, fumbling affair, which I don’t think lasted much more than a minute. It wasn’t just disappointing, I really didn’t like it. When he kissed me afterwards, my natural reaction was to recoil, and I wondered why. It wasn’t meant to be like this, was it?

In fact, if didn’t take me long to realise I didn’t fancy boys at all, but I was more and more excited by girls or, to be more accurate, women. I found I especially liked older women, like Dad’s keyboard player Lindi. I guess she was around 40 (i.e. more than twice my age) when I first took a sexual interest in her but she had a great figure, with long legs and a very impressive cleavage that I couldn’t take my eyes off.

Dad has a small studio at the back of the house, so band members were regular visitors and whenever Lindi came I was all agog. I’m sure I blushed whenever she looked at me. She always wore tight trousers and very kahramanmaraş escort revealing tops and I realised I had a massive crush on her. I even started watching YouTube videos of Dad’s band, just to get a glimpse of her.

I think she knew I had the hots for her and she would deliberately sit next to me on the sofa, and pat my leg, or flash me a sexy smile. Quite often, I’d have to go to my room to get myself off, just from seeing her.

I obviously realised by now I was gay, and I was cool with that. I didn’t think there was anything wrong with being a lesbian, or even fancying the pants off older women, but I was a bit freaked when I realised I was also getting turned on by my mum. I found myself trying to get sneaky glimpses of her getting dressed, or in the bathroom, and once, I saw her kiss Lindi on the cheek as she was leaving. The sight of the two of them together sent a jolt straight to my clit. Oh God, I needed another wank…

My lesbian libido wouldn’t stay quiet though, and I found myself fantasising about fucking Lindi, and even my own mum, more than once. Very often in these fantasies, I was very domme and they were very sub. It was a recurring theme; queening older women. Not normal, I’m sure, but harmless enough if I kept it purely in the realm of fantasy, which I did.

After college, I went on to university to do a BA in music, and it was just my luck that I had a lecturer on the course who was a real sexpot. Mrs Knight, who insisted we call her Kate, was very busty, and always wore tops that looked like they were about to burst at the seams or the buttons pop off at any moment. She was quite obviously very proud of her tits, and it wasn’t just the boys that got hot under the collar over them. I remember she was helping me with something one day, leaning over my laptop and pointing at the screen. Those big breasts were inches from my face, crowding me, and I could feel the warmth of her body and smell her womanly scent. I had to excuse myself and rush to the toilets to get myself off, I was so frigging horny!

My libido was raging, and my fantasies about older women were achingly intense. I needed to do something! I thought about trying to seduce Kate. She might have latent lezzy desires and I was an attractive and sexy young woman. It was worth a try. I also considered coming on more strongly to Lindi, but then I realised that starting an affair with my dad’s keyboardist was probably a bad idea. Think of the trouble that could cause.

In fact, a real, serious relationship with a woman 20 years older was unlikely to work, for many reasons. I realised it was just a fantasy, and I tried to shelve it. It was persistent though, and wouldn’t go away. I started trawling the web for any advice or case studies I could find, and that’s where I stumbled upon Olivia.

Her advert said she was a ‘lesbian hostess, madam, prostitute, or whatever word you prefer,’ and she was advertising her services. She described herself as an ‘almost 6ft tall brunette, 39 years old, very busty (40FF), curvy, sexy, and just waiting to make your Sapphic dreams come true.’

My mouth went dry. She was my perfect fantasy, and I realised with a jolt that I actually could make my Sapphic dreams come true simply by paying her by the hour. She was in west London too, so just an easy drive away. I decided to send her an email:

‘Hi Olivia,

My name is Vix, I’m an 18-year-old lesbian and I was very interested in your advert on the net. I’m attractive, sexy, not bad looking, and very horny… and you are probably asking why I’m interested in paying for lesbian sex, when I’m a nubile, single young woman. Well, I’ll explain. I have only had one sexual experience with a boy, and I didn’t much like it. In fact, I haven’t much interest in boys, but I have found myself getting excited over women, specially older women…’

I went on to explain, very candidly, about my fantasies, Mrs Knight, my crush on Lindi, and even being aroused by my own mother.

‘…I realised after a while that sex with an older woman was an enduring fantasy for me but I knew that it was never going to happen… and also that an actual relationship with a woman 20 years older was probably a bad idea. Then I hit on the idea of looking for a lesbian escort, just to explore the fantasy, and that’s how I found you. I’m not sure whether you have rules on the age of people you accept, but if 18 (nearly 19 ) is acceptable, I’d like to explore my fantasies with you.’

Her reply was rapid, and I nearly fell off my chair when it pinged in:

‘No problem, when do you want to come (cum)?’ With a smiley face. My clit almost jumped out of my knickers as I typed back.

‘OMG – ASAP’

We made an appointment for two days later, then I threw myself on my bed and had THE most delicious wank. The fantasy was going to come true!

She lived in a big double-fronted terraced house just inside the M25 on the edge of Greater London, and I drove over there one Saturday morning, feeling a kastamonu escort buzzy thrum of excitement. A sexual fizz. I rang the bell and she appeared at the door, like a vision straight from my dreams. She was tall, and very busty, with long black hair and curvy hips. She was like the women my imagination always conjures up whenever I hear my dad’s song “Amazons”.

‘Hi, Vix, nice to meet you, come in.’

I stepped through the door, swallowing hard and trying to maintain a smile, rather than a look of pure wonder.

‘Go through. First door on the right.’

She followed me, into what was a purpose made room with a bed, a sofa, chaise longue, and a couple of other chairs and stools. There were two large flat screen TVs on one wall, two cameras on tripods, some lamps, and various rugs on the tiled floor. It was a room made for sex and for making pornographic videos. My head was swimming with a mixture of fear, wonder, elation and pure lust.

I hadn’t noticed at first, but she was dressed the way I’d described Mrs Knight to her, with a hip-hugging skirt and a top that was struggling to contain her huge boobs. Her nipple bumps were clearly visible — she obviously wasn’t wearing a bra – she was playing up to my fantasy!

“OK Vix, I’m going to be Mrs Knight. Do you want to keep your clothes on, or..?’ I didn’t need any invitation. I immediately started undressing and soon I was naked and standing fully exposed to her gaze. I found that very exciting. I’d love to do that in front of Lindi.

She put on a pair of glasses, to be more in character but, in truth, she looked like Kate Knight would have DREAMED of looking. I found myself trembling uncontrollably.

Olivia stood, hands on hips, watching me strip and said ‘Mm, what a lovely young body. You’re making me wet just looking at you, Vix.’

Fucking hell, I thought, you think YOU’RE wet! I trailed a finger between my slick, slippery labia and then sucked it, keeping eye contact with her all the time. I felt so amazingly horny. I was fantastically brazen and libertine.

‘Oo, you’re a sexy piece, aren’t you?’ she said, raising her eyebrows, and she stepped closer and took me by my shoulders, pushing me back until I had to sit down on the bed. Then she leaned forward, crowding me with those magnificent tits.

‘This what you like, Vix? A pair of big tits in your face?’ I whimpered like a puppy. I thought I might faint. I don’t know how I controlled myself.

She undid a button with a ping, then another, and another. I was mesmerised, as her boobs were gradually released from her straining shirt. But she didn’t unbutton it all the way. No. She slipped one hand inside and scooped one of them up and out, while simultaneously taking me by the back of my head and pulling be gently into her pillowing flesh.

‘Suck my nipple,’ she whispered and I needed no telling. I suckled that thing like a starving baby, and it was sheer heaven. The warm softness of it and the feeling of being pulled against it insistently. Her tits were marvellous and she knee how to use them to drive me wild with desire. As I suckled, she massaged the other against the side of my face.

I fingered my clit as I gorged on her big boobs, living out a wet dream I’d often had about my lecturer, but this was even better. This was real, and Olivia was just fantastic. She put imaginary sex with Kate firmly in the shade. She was in charge, and obviously had a plan for what she was going to do with me. She had guessed that I would want that, and she was absolutely right. She’s a real pro.

She imposed herself on me even more, pushing me back so I had to lie back on the bed. Grabbing a pillow, she said ‘Put this under your head,’ then she crawled up over me. She had nothing on under her skirt and she simply hitched it up around her waist as she straddled me. This was it. I was about to eat pussy for the first time in my life. God I was so excited I’d have wet my pants if I had any on.

I had no experience of this, and she had to take hold of my arms and tuck them between her legs to get them out of the way, then she brought her hairy and very fleshy pussy up to my face. So incredibly thrilling. She was moist and hot — almost steamy — and it exceeded all my dreams. I loved her taste and her smell, and the feeling of being trapped under her, between those full thighs.

I knew very little about cunnilingus, so I just tried to do what I imagined I would like done to me, and she seemed to approve. ‘Mm mmm,’ she murmured squirming on my face. ‘This your first time? Mmm, girl, you’re a natural…’ I sucked on her clit. ‘…fuck, yeah. Keep doing that.’

Her pussy was sublime. So much more fleshy than mine, with thick meaty labia that squished and slithered over my nose and mouth, and a clit that was rude and firm against my tongue. I loved it so much, and my lust and passion obviously overcame my inexperience because I was soon rewarded by a series of grunts and hip-jerks as her orgasm approached. Then she came, shuddering kayseri escort and trickling a gorgeous dibble of her tasty woman cum into my mouth. Ambrosia!

She had more planned for me though. She turned around and sat down again with her fleshy wet bum cheeks squishing down on my forehead, then she fell forward into a 69, bringing her slippery lips down on my mouth again. My hands had been busy with my pussy for a while now, but she moved them firmly out of the way, spreading me with her fingers so she could look at my inner treasure. ‘Grief Vix, you’re so WET.’ Yes, she would find out just how wet I can get.

We were very dissimilar heights, but she curled her head down to reach me and we ate each other deliciously until I came, twice, squirting both times and she laughed almost hysterically in disbelief. ‘Wow, you are a PROPER squirter, aren’t you?’

The session was over all too quickly, and I drove home flooded with a euphoric post-orgasmic high. She was beyond my wildest dreams and I could think of little else for the next 24 hours. The very next day, I phoned her and booked another appointment. It was a week away and OMG I got myself off so many times that week. I couldn’t wait.

For the next session, she tried to be Lindi. It was very exciting, and I had a wild series of orgasms, but she really didn’t need to try to emulate the objects of my fantasies. She had already more than overshadowed them. Olivia as Olivia was more than enough to take my arousal through the roof, and I told her so.

Thanks to my visits to her, my love-skills — and my lust for sex — skyrocketed. I became a lesbian sex addict. Nothing could quell my libido. I went to her weekly for three months before a deeper contentment engulfed me and my overpowering lust monster calmed a little. I still visited her regularly though and for about 18 months I was so fulfilled that I didn’t even look for an actual girlfriend. A little later, I entered a phase where I didn’t get myself off EVERY single day, and I put it down to old age, now that I was almost 21.

While this carnal journey was progressing, I was keeping up my musical studies, and also trying to put together a band – and I wanted it to be an all-girl band. I ran the idea past my dad and he loved it, and promised to sound out his contacts for young females who might be interested. I also advertised on NME.com, and on NMEs Facebook page. Little did I know how much things were about to change. In fact, I didn’t realise that my next session with Olivia was to be my last.

At this point, I was deliberately resisting my urge to masturbate for a couple of days before going to Olivia, to make the sessions even more intense, and the last one was certainly that.

It was a rainy Monday, not exactly delightful, but I was full of the joys as I bounced into her hallway, filled with a lustful anticipation.

She greeted my exuberance with an indulgent smile. ‘You seem happy’ she said.

‘I am. Why wouldn’t I be? I’m about to have sex with a Goddess.’ I grinned.

‘That’s a lovely thing to say, sweetie, I’ll try to live up to it’.

‘Oh, you already have, Olivia, trust me. You know I wank off thinking about you, don’t you?’ She seemed nonplussed, so I quickly said ‘Don’t worry, I’m not falling in love or anythin’, but you are just so fuckin’ sexy!’

She looked at me fruitily and said ‘Well, do you want to talk about sex or actually do it? Come on,’ and she led me into the sex room.

During the almost two years I was going to Olivia, my sexual confidence had grown hugely and I was much more assertive than before. I rapidly stripped naked while smiling invitingly at her. Whenever we had sex I was naked, not because I don’t like sexy undies or lingerie or anything, but I just hadn’t yet started playing around with such things.

Olivia though, she had a vast array of lingerie, and she looked fantastic whatever she wore. I always liked classy underwear on her though, rather than anything too pornstar-ish. On this occasion, she took off her dressing-gown to reveal a beautiful white bra and briefs, and a pair of flesh-coloured nylon stockings with an understated white suspender belt. It was exactly like a set I’d seen my mum wear.

‘Wow, that’s so sexy Olivia. I once saw my mum in the bathroom, getting ready to go into town and she was wearing a similar set. She had the door open — didn’t feel the need to hide her undies from me – and I just thought she looked so fucking hot! I told her so, and she just laughed and flung the door shut. I got turned on from seeing my mum in her undies. Weird or what?’ She didn’t answer that, and instead just smiled and said, ‘So, what can I do for you today my dear?’

I didn’t answer, but stepped forward, put my arms around her, pulling her close as if we were lovers and murmuring my appreciation of being close to her. She’s way taller than me, so my chin wasn’t much above the height of her cleavage, and I always loved the feeling of being “crowded” by those impressive breasts.

It’s funny but, even though she’d tried to bring a suggestion of Kate, and Lindi into our sex, the person she reminded me of the most was my mum. She’s taller and even bustier than Mum, but it was something about the way she was with me. When we weren’t actually engaged in red-hot sex, there was definitely something quite maternal about her.

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Lea looked at herself in the long mirror that hung on the back of her bedroom door. She was wearing a summer dress, a few inches above knee length, sky blue. She looked good, she thought. Tall, slender, pretty, not gorgeous. Women like Zoe Croft would not hire an assistant that was more beautiful than herself. Fat chance of that Lea thought.

Zoe Croft was an A-list model. In high demand from New York, to L.A., to Milan, to Paris. He body could sell evening gowns, sportswear, bikinis, or lingerie equally well. She was five-eleven, one hundred and eighteen pounds, very short black hair with an amazing olive complexion. And Lea was on her way to interview as Zoe’s personal assistant.

Over the last two weeks, she had already been interviewed by three separate executives from Werner-Hines recruiters. The last was Ellen Hart, the vice president of the company. As Lea rode the subway cross town to midtown Manhattan, she thought about that afternoon a week ago.

She was peering into the window of the Ivy Trellis restaurant. She was early to meet Ellen Hart and she was nervous. This was going to be her final meeting before the agency decided on her as a possible candidate for the position of Zoe Croft’s assistant. She entered the small restaurant to see a very pretty executive dressed woman waving in her direction. Lea walked over where Ellen had now stood and was offering her hand to Lea.

The two shook and once settled at the table, Ellen began a slow but pleasant repeat of many of the questions she had answered before. Lunch was nice and Ellen was delightful. But eventually Ellen smiled at Lea. She leaned forward, lowered her voice to a whisper and asked. “How long have you known you were gay?”

Lea remained quiet. “Your expression says that you didn’t expect that question.” She grinned at Lea. “We are being well compensated for this recruitment. Did you really think we would not find out?”

“I. How? I mean, I have been.” Lea stopped.

“Two years ago you were having a very public argument with your lover at the time in a lesbian bar in SoHo.” She paused. “It’s really not as sinister as it sounds sweetie.” Ellen offered.

Lea slowly shook her head. “I still don’t understand how.”

Ellen reached out and her hand found Lea’s, she patted it. “I was there that night. Right there at the bar. Maybe three of four stools away.” She gently squeezed Lea’s fingers. “I watched you stomp out of there and I told my girlfriend. That woman has no idea what she just lost.” Ellen watched as Lea’s eyes found hers.

“You were there? You’re?” Lea started.

“I’m a lesbian. Card carrying for many years.” Ellen offered.

Lea swallowed hard. “I guess my chances at this job are….”

Ellen’s hand was still caressing her fingers. “I don’t know.” Ellen whispered. “I suppose it depends on how compliant you are?”

Lea offered a questioning look to Ellen.

“Well.” Ellen said. “Only one way to know for certain.” She stood. Placing her credit card and the receipt in her pocket. The two left the restaurant and now stood on the sidewalk. Ellen looked at Lea and offered a smile. “So, are you planning to go back to your apartment now or might you be willing to accompany me?”

“Accompany you?” Lea asked.

“I have a room at the Commodore Hotel.” Ellen said. “I thought you might be willing to spend the afternoon with me.”

“I. You mean?” Lea struggled to say it.

Ellen took both of Lea’s hands in hers. “Baby, I cannot recommend you to Zoe without being sure. You know?”

“Is Zoe a?” Lea tried to say.

“Ellen laughed. “Raving.” She said. “And you, my dear, should be aware of that before you decide.”

Lea began to laugh. She had often daydreamed about Zoe Croft and just what it might be like to be with someone so incredibly beautiful.

“I really need a decision.” Ellen whispered.

“Okay.” Lea said.

When Ellen slid the keycard into the lock on the hotel room door, Lea felt a chill. She was about to do something she had never done before, Something she had never wanted to do. In the room, Lea offered. “I have never had such casual sex with a complete stranger.”

Ellen slipped off her suit jacket and slipped her arms around Lea. Her hands eased up her back, over her shoulders, and back down along her ribs, over her butt cheeks. A gentle squeeze. And then, Ellen’s lips met Lea’s and the kiss was electric to Lea. hatay escort Ellen offered her tongue and Lea accepted it. The kiss lingered for some time.

When their lips parted, Ellen kissed along Lea’s neck, under her chin. She licked Lea’s lips. “This is not casual sex, sweetie.” She turned and went over to the bed. She eased herself onto the edge and settled there, crossing her legs. “I want to watch you get undressed.” She said.

Lea, after a pause, reached over her shoulder, trying to find the zipper to her dress. Finally she moved forward and turned around. Ellen grinned. “Need a hand?” She lowered the zipper and watched as the dress slipped off of Lea’s shoulders. Lea eased it over her hips and let it drop in the floor.

In just her shoes, bra, and panties, She turned and looked at Ellen and she used her toes to slip off her loafers. Her fingers trembled a little as she unhooked her front clasp bra. Her breasts were small, nipples already swollen, she stood there presenting a very athletic body.

Ellen whispered. “Come here.”

Lea moved close and Ellen pulled her between her legs. With her arms around lea, she began kissing down her neck, over her chest. The top of her breasts. She found the girl’s nipple and sucked at it, and she felt Lea shiver. “You like to be loved.” She said. “I can tell.”

Ellen stood. “Get up on the bed. It’s my turn.” She moved away a little and kicked off her heals. She unzipped her skirt and let it drop. She was wearing a half slip that was also discarded. She was a really beautiful woman. Slender, tanned, fit, and her air of confidence excited Lea. Ellen removed her bra displaying breasts only slightly larger and almost as firm and erect as those of the younger girl setting before her.

As she thumbed her panties, she moved closer. She leaned forward, their lips touching. She kissed lea, her tongue searching, she was actually panting as she eased Lea back on the bed. She pushed her panties down letting them flutter to the floor. She kneed herself up onto the bed beside Lea. “This in not casual sex, baby. This is you pleasuring me because I’m asking you to.”

Ellen’s arm guided Lea over onto her. Her hands on Lea’s shoulders maneuvered her between her legs.

“We have all afternoon.” Ellen whispered.

Lea’s first kiss on Ellen’s smooth shaven pubic mound caused Ellen to close her eyes.

It was dark outside as Lea looked out the hotel window. Ellen was zipping up her dress. Putting Lea back in presentable condition for using public transportation.

Ellen had rose first and just watched the beautiful naked girl laying there on the bed. Her face smeared with Ellen’s sexual juices. Her cheeks showing a slight pink rash. Ellen’s finger rubbing the folds of her labia where so many incredible orgasms had been enjoyed over the last two plus hours. She smiled and shook her head. Oh, to be that age and that talented again, she thought.

Ellen leaned over and kissed Lea on her swollen clitoris. Lea jerked awake. “Relax baby.” Ellen said. “I was just saying thank you.” She patted Lea’s butt. Lets get you dressed.

Lea slowly made her way off of the bed on weak legs. She leaned against it as Ellen slid her panties up. Ellen’s fingers caressing Lea’s sex a final time before adding her bra and dress.

As lea looked out the window, Ellen kissed the back of her neck. “I’m going to recommend you for the position with Zoe Croft.” Lea started to turn her head. Ellen kept her facing forward, the city lights coming on to meet to darkness. “You earned it. You deserve it. You are more than qualified.” Then she turned Lea to face her. She cupped her face and placed a long sensual kiss on a mouth that, after some time in the bathroom, still tasted like pussy.

“You think She will hire me?” Lea asked.

“Baby. You treat her anything like you treated me today and she’ll want to marry you.” Ellen grinned.

As the two exited the hotel elevator, a girl behind the desk smiled and nodded to Ellen but Lea did not notice. On the street, Ellen hugged her once more. “I’m always available if you find yourself in New York, bored and horny.”

Lea laughed. “You never know.” Ellen watched her walk down the block and disappear into the subway station. She shook her head and started for her car. “How the hell do I follow that?” She whispered.

Bask to present:

Lea stood as the subway shuddered to a stop at east 22nd street. Zoe had told her that she had a condo available for use ığdır escort when she was in New York. It was on 23rd, west of Lexington Avenue. Apparently one, or some, of the bigtime ad agencies were very generous to her.

Lea pressed the door buzzer, waited and finally it opened. Her first sight of Zoe caused her to stand there with her mouth slightly ajar. As she watched the tall beauty, her mind was racing. “Are you okay?” Zoe asked. “You look as though you might be stroking out.”

Finally, Lea focused enough to hear what Zoe was saying. “Sorry.” Lea said. “I just. Well.”

“Come in before my neighbors start to worry.” Lea entered an extremely large space. The condo common area was immense. Livingroom, dinning area, gourmet kitchen, all one huge open space. The far wall was entirely glass, floor to ceiling.

Zoe was wearing a Japanese style silk robe. It fit snug against her perfect figure. Tied at her waist with a matching belt, it was hemmed about mid-thigh.

“Your place is amazing.” Lea said.

“Yea, well don’t get too comfortable.” Zoe said but she was smiling at Lea.

“Sorry?” Lea replied.

“We are only here a month or two during the fall shows.” Zoe said.

Lea looked around. “We?” Thinking there might be some sort of entourage.

“You.” Zoe said. “And me, mostly.”

“You mean I have the job?” Lea asked.

“It means that Ellen Hart thought a great deal of you.” Zoe took Lea’s hand. Guided her to her feet. They were so close together. Faces just inches apart.

Lea was suddenly quite nervous. Zoe, on the other hand seemed very much at ease. Her fingers traced Lea’s arm from fingertips to shoulder. They then eased around the back of Lea’s head. With her mouth now so close to Lea’s ear, she whispered. “Am I going to think a great deal of you?”

“I.” Lea tried to speak. She knew exactly what she wanted to say. She wanted to scream “Yes.” But, she simply said “I hope so.”

“I had to let my last assistant go.” Zoe explained. She turned and started walking toward a hall on the far side of the room. She still held Lea’s fingers in her left hand and Lea followed along. “I was going to Paris for a ten-day shoot.” She looked over her shoulder at Lea. “She texted me at the airport. Said she was going to Curacao with her boyfriend.” She put her hand on Lea’s chest and guided her up against the hallway wall. “I didn’t even know she had a boyfriend.” She started to move on but then stopped, holding Lea in place. “How could I not have known she had a boyfriend.”

She turned on toward a large double doorway. Zoe reached for the doorknob. “Lea, do you have a boyfriend?”

“No.” Lea replied. Zoe opened them pushed both doors open.

She walked into the room turning loose of Lea’s hand for the first time. She reached the side of the bed, turned to look at Lea and slowly untied her robe. A simple roll of her shoulders and the garment slipped off and fell to the floor. “I was in Paris for ten days. By myself. I had no girl. I never wish to do that again.”

Lea had never seen a more beautiful figure. Incredible was all that came to mind. She looked simply adorable. Dark olive skin, bright eyes, short hair combed boyishly with a part on the side. Her breasts were almost non-existent. But her nipples were already engorged like she had been having sex for an hour. Her waist was tiny, hips narrow. her legs were slim but with some defined muscles. And there was that incredible sight that always drove Lea nuts. Not just Zoe’s bare sex, and petite labia or her little pearl still mostly hidden beneath it’s hood. No, the treasure to Lea was that sliver of light emanating from between her legs. That little triangle of nothingness that always promised so much pleasure for both her and whoever she was about to enjoy.

“I’m not demanding.” Zoe said as she slipped onto the bed. “I’m never mean or cruel.” She whispered as she drew her knees up. “I know exactly how fortunate I am.” She began to work her feet apart putting herself on complete display for Lea.

She held out her hand, curling her finger at Lea. Lea came over to the bed. She started to climb up. but Zoe shook her head. “Please undress.” She said. “I need to feel my girl completely nude.”

Lea slipped off her shoes and reached behind to unzip her dress. She let it fall from her shoulders. Her bra was a simple cotton fabric, all that was necessary for her breasts. When she thumbed her panties, Zoe lifted her head. She watched them fall to the floor ısparta escort and be kicked away.

The weight of Lea slipping onto the bed caused Zoe to smile. She looked at Lea. “I love sex.

When Lea leaned forward, Zoe willingly wrapped her arms around her. Lea pressed her lips to Zoe’s, and they kissed and touched and licked. Lea’s tongue searching in Zoe’s mouth was stirring both of them.

Zoe pulled her lips from Lea. “Love me.” Zoe whispered. She was not demanding. She was asking. She was almost begging. Lea did not make her wait long. She moved her mouth to those firm chocolate morsels, licking, sucking, teasing them and moved on. Zoe’s abs were tight, firm. Her pubic mound was smooth and smelled of jasmine.

Lea eased lower, settling between Zoe’s legs. Zoe’s arms reached out to her sides gripping the bedding.

Her hands cupped under Zoe’s thighs. She spread her new girl open and that first lick, that stroke of her tongue, that long slow pass from anus to clitoris earned her the title of personal assistant to Zoe Croft.

Oh, there was more. Much more. Intense moaning, whimpering, pleading. Orgasms intertwined with kissing and fingering and more sex resulting in yet another climax. Zoe would push Lea away; her clitoris so sensitive Lia’s breath could set it afire. Soon she would pull at her hair of just pat her tummy and say “Please.”

Lea always responded, more deliberate, more aggressive. Able to sense what Zoe wanted at that very moment.

Lea had no idea when the two of them floated off to sleep. The sun shining through the large window woke her to an empty bed. All that remained was the smell of sweet sex. The side of her face was sort of stuck to the sheets. Her lips, tacky. She did not want to describe the taste in her mouth. She staggered up and into the bathroom. On the large mirror written in lipstick was. “You overslept. 2300 Lexington Ave. Get your ass to work. P.S. Please take a shower first.”

Lea grinned. When she exited the building She saw the signs at 23rd and Lexington Ave. “Well fuck. She could have just said come downstairs.” When Lea entered the building she was met by a perky girl with a nametag stating her name was Shelly.

“Can I help you?” She asked.

“Coffee.” Lea said.

“Sorry?” The girl asked with a confused look.

“Coffee would help. You asked if you could help so yes, coffee.” Lea said.

“Are you Lea by any chance?” the girl asked. “Zoe said I should watch for someone named Lea.”

“Sorry.” Lea replied. “I forgot my nametag.”

“Come with me.” Shelly said.

“Is there coffee at the end?” Lea asked.

“I promise.” Shelly replied. Then she yelled. “Someone tell Zoe I found miss sleepyhead. Jeez, maybe we can get some work done now.

With her second cup of coffee, Shelly had returned to escort her to where Zoe was doing a shoot. The place looked like a warehouse when she entered through the door but then there was this enormous bank of lights, a large backdrop that looked like the south Pacific, And a pile of sand meant to resemble a beach and Zoe, Right in the center, a fan imitating an ocean breeze, and wearing the skimpiest bikini Lea had ever seen.

Zoe was looking at her. She smiled. “Five.” She called out. Someone on a director’s chair echoed “FIVE”

Another voice, feminine, shouted “CUT.”

Zoe walked over to Lea. Right there in front of everyone, she leaned over and kissed her on her mouth. “Hi.” She said.

“Should you be doing that?” Lea asked.

“Walking around in this outfit is not illegal. Maybe it should be but it’s not.” Zoe offered.

“I mean kissing me.” Lea said.

Zoe looked at her as if to be angry. “Well who do you want to be kissing you?”

Lea shrugged. She lifted on her toes and kissed Zoe back. “That’s my girl.” Zoe smiled and patted Lea’s ass.

That same female voice sounded out. “Makeup.” She was standing next to Lea and Zoe. “Really? On set? Any idea what makeup costs?”

Zoe smiled at Lea. “My life. Get used to it.” She headed off back to the set where another girl was awaiting her with makeup kit in hand.

The woman looked at Lea. “Welcome to my nirvana.” She said smiling at Lea. “No more kissing on set.”

Lea grinned. “Just kissing?”

The woman paused. “Nothing that involves our makeup girl.” Then she points to Zoe standing in the sand in her tiny bikini. “I’m sorry to say. With her that’s about anything. So hands off.”

“Or else?” Lea teased.

The woman grinned at Lea. She leaned over and whispered. “I like you. I never liked the last one. If you find yourself wanting a little something for yourself, let me know.”

“And how might Zoe take that?” Lea asked.

“Well, how about we wait till the lunch break, and you can ask her.” She winked at Lea.

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I was standing in Ms Carvers office begging her to find someone else to babysit that dyke Pat. She just laughed at me when I told her how she molested me when we both were riding Sparks.

“It’s not funny she practically raped me yesterday and now she wants me to take her up to the hot springs.”

“The hot springs, yes why didn’t I think about that. Susan, yes great idea and after that I’ll arrange for you two to have the honeymoon Cabin it’s secluded and away from the ranch.”

“Are you crazy, me and that creep Pat spend an evening together in the same bed, it’s not going to happen, not in a million years.”

“Listen you little bitch a TV crew will be here to do a feature story about the DD Dude Ranch followed up by a one on one interview with Pat Johnson, which better be good, scratch that it better be beyond good so do whatever you have to do to entertain that dyke bitch. DO WE UNDERSTAND.”

One of the ranch hands drove Pat and myself up the west trail to the honeymoon Cabin, which was also walking distance to the hot springs. I felt a bit uneasy as were both sitting in the back seat of the jeep. She was dressed in the same clothes like before while I was wearing a pair of skintight gray stretch pants that looked like they were painted on as they showed every sexy curve of my body. I’ll admit that I did it just so I could torture that bitch knowing full well that Pat wouldn’t be able to control herself and when she eventually starts putting some of her dyke moves on me. I’ll dig my nails into her hand letting her know that having sex with me was never going to happen,

When we finally reached the Cabin it was starting to get dark. and soon after we unloaded our things my heart sunk as the jeeps taillights vanished into the darkness. Once inside the two of us checked out the place.It was amazing eskişehir escort but when we entered the bedroom that’s when Pat grabbed my ass.

“Momma wants a wet kiss Princess.”

Her fat tongue was licking my neck as her hand was squeezing my left ass cheek. That’s when I turned around and smacked her face with the back of my hand. Pat was completely stunned after I hit her so just to drive the point home I attempted to smack her face a second time but she caught my wrist in midair. That’s when the catfight happened.

Pat’s hands were gripping my long blonde hair and poor me I came to the realization that it was impossible to grip a short crew cut. We were like two wrestlers dancing around the bedroom but that finally ended when I tripped over a chair landing me on the thickly carpeted floor with Pat on top of me. My right arm was trapped under that bitchs body and my left was securely held by Pats hand.

“Now how about that wet kiss Princess.”

“Go to hell.”

In our struggles Pat used her free hand to. clamp down on my mouth and nose cutting off my air supply and just when I thought I was going to black out she released her hold letting me breath that’s when she started licking the inside of my mouth as her tongue danced with my own. When she finally stopped her assault she had this grin on her face like she was the winner and I was the loser. After that she starting licking my nose and eye lids that’s when I spit in her face.

“Your going to pay for that Princess.”.”

Pat picked me up by my hair and marched me over to the chair and placed me over her lap and started to spank my ass with a vengeance. Unfortunately for me the fabric was so thin that I felt the painful sting of every swat to my jiggling globes. When I tried fighting back she just hit me even gaziantep escort harder until I started to cry and begged her to stop.

“You going to be a good bitch Princess or do I have to tan your ass red.”

I nodded my head, hoping she would stop. She then tossed me off her lap and had me put my ass up in the air with my head down on the carpet. My brain was racing when I felt Pats hand go under my waist and cupped the crotch of my stretch pants and then her other hand started gently spanking my ass causing my cunt to rub up against her probing hand. To make my humiliating surrender even worse she was wearing my cowgirl hat as began master- bating me. When Pat sensed my orgasm was about to explode she gave me one hard smack to my ass and that’s when I lost it as my body started to spasm into the most erotic orgasm that I ever had. The next thing I knew I was meekly following Pat to the King sized bed. She pushed me onto the mattress and began undressing me. First to come off were my cowgirl boots, next came my sweater and finally my stretch pants that had a wet stain by my crotch leaving me flat on my back dressed only in my white cotton bra and panties. I watched Pat undress herself until she was completely naked, part of me was frighten but the other part was looking forward to whatever she planned to do to me. What’s wrong with me as I felt my pussy starting to get wet.

Pat sat down on the chair and told me to lose the bra, which I immediately unhooked and tossed to the floor. She then pointed to her lap and I gleefully obeyed by sitting on her. We were both facing each other that’s when we kissed, at the same time she had one hand on my panty covered ass and the other on the crotch rubbing my wet pussy. As our tongues slurped at each other her hand now went under giresun escort the waist band of my white cotton panty and used her index finger to master-bate my virgin pussy a second time, and master-bate she did as I screamed my orgasm into her mouth.

I felt that my life was upside down. My brain was telling me that it was disgusting and wrong to have sex with that monster Pat but my body won out as I wanted more and more as she led me to the bed.

“Take your panties off and roll it into a ball and put it in your mouth or I’ll spank that cunt teasing ass beet red.”

I nodded my head yes and did as she instructed. She then laid me flat on my back and mounted me, her breast pushing against mine her hairy pussy grinding into my neatly trimmed bush. Pat held my hands firmly on the bed with her own as she humped my wet cunt with her ever expanding clit that was now entering me. When both of our clits met she roared out her orgasm as she shot her juices into my open pussy and the weird thing she was still wearing my cowgirl hat as she came and me I had my third amazing orgasm. The next day was filled with nonstop sex as I would parade around wearing only my panties which drove Pat crazy.

Two days later I was in Ms Carvers office.

“Susan, you should be very proud of yourself. Our weekly prize winner Ms Pat Johnson gave a splendid interview with the press, again congratulations but I have one question did you let her fuck you?”

” No, absolutely not I’m not like that. I would never do that.”

“I see, Susan Miss Opotu from the TV station seems to have taken a liking to you. She’s staying at the honeymoon cabin and requested that you be her companion for the weekend. Any questions if not your jeep ride is outside waiting to take you up.”

“But I need to pack first but why me?”

“Ms Obotu likes pretty young white girls and she said that she has a special position in mind for you.”

“What should I wear!”

“Not necessary as she made arrangements with her staff to have you dressed they way that she desires.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll see.”

To be continued in part 3

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Training Teacher Ch. 02: New Reality Revelations

RECAP: I highly recommend you read the beginning of this series, Training Teacher: The Seduction, to learn how Hannah became the submissive pet of one of her students’ parent. Part 2 begins the next morning when she wakes up… still at her new Mistress’ home… lying across the foot of the bed.

Dedication: This story is dedicated to the adorable, sweet, sexy real-life pet Julie.

Credit: A special thanks go to Steve B for his suggestions and Estragon for his copy edit. Also a 2019 February rewrite was done to make this classic story even hotter, nastier and yet, believe it or not, more romantic by Tex Beethoven.

I woke up in the morning from an amazingly surreal dream. A dream so vividly real I felt it could have really happened. A dream that awakened in me a side I didn’t know existed. A dream where my greatest pain in the ass parent, a pretentious, indomitable woman I truly loathed, had seduced me and turned me into her personal lesbian submissive slave. It seemed so real I could almost taste her pussy on my lips.

I opened my eyes.

I sat up.

I wasn’t in my own bed.

I was at the foot of Constance’s bed, the parent that just yesterday had been my biggest problem.

In one startling moment of clarity, I came to the unmistakable realization that it hadn’t been a dream, but was an undeniable and harsh disturbing reality.

The events of the previous evening came flooding back to me. My new Mistress’ aggressive seduction, her powerful orders, my need to obey, and the earth-shattering orgasms that followed. I closed my eyes and replayed last night in my head. Yes, she had seduced me and yes, she was incredibly aggressive and domineering, but I had submitted to her willingly. I wasn’t forced at any time. I could have said no. But although I’d been frequently nervous and even fearful, each time I was faced with the choice of obeying her or refusing to go along, I hadn’t wanted to deny her anything, and the overwhelming feeling of freedom when I allowed Constance to make my decisions for me was unexpectedly liberating. The pressure, the stress, the loneliness of being a single mother, even the frustration of being blamed for Constance’s son’s misbehaviour in my class at school, they’d all vanished when I brainlessly followed the orders of the powerful Constance, my Mistress.

Part of me was mortified as I realized my current predicament, while another part of me was excited as I nervously waited for my Mistress to wake up. I desperately attempted to suppress the burning desire flaming in my loins as I tried to figure out how I was going to: one- deal with Constance; two- get home and dressed for work; three- get to work and explain why my SUV was still at school; and four- most importantly, resist the growing temptation to submit to Constance again.

As I lay back down and pretended to be asleep, my inner turmoil feeling like a cresting wave crashing onto the beach, I felt the bed move. I lay still like a statue. Anticipation resonated through my pores.

I was startled when I felt the bed shake briefly as behind me, someone seemed to be climbing in. I was freaking out, realizing someone must have walked into the bedroom and seen me in all my degrading servitude. I slyly attempted to peek back and see who had joined us: who had discovered my sexual debauchery? Sadly, I was right; someone was in bed with us, although like myself, she… it must be a woman… was on top of the covers. Unfortunately, all I could see from my awkward position was black heels and a woman’s ankle in black pantyhose.

My nervous curiosity didn’t last long. I heard the polite voice of Maeko Chung, Constance’s Japanese born, Chinese raised, maid and the mother of Bao, my best grade four student greeting with great respect: “Good morning, my Mistress.”

I felt some more shuffling on the bed and heard Constance groggily respond, “Good morning, Maeko.” A lengthy silence followed before I began hearing soft moans and realized what Maeko was doing. I was shocked at the thought of the sweet, shy woman, doing what she was apparently doing. Yet my pussy was betraying me again, getting tingly while I quietly listened, like an auditory voyeur, to the lesbian scene going on right behind me like I wasn’t here.

**********

I briefly reminisced about the first time I’d been a silent witness to a sexual performance. It was the summer after I graduated high school, and I was on a girls-only camping trip. I was sharing a tent with Sierra, one of my three closest friends. We’d partied pretty hard with a bunch of college boys and I, quite drunk and worried I might do something I’d regret, called it a night. An hour later I was woken up by a male voice. “What about your friend?”

“Don’t worry about Hannah, she’s passed out. An earthquake wouldn’t wake her. Now let me take a look at what you have for me.”

Still half elazığ escort asleep, I didn’t immediately realize what was happening a foot away. But what was happening was made abundantly clear when the guy mumbled, “That’s it baby, suck my cock.”

The loud slurping sound confirmed Sierra’s exhibitionistic extracurricular activity. A couple minutes later I felt a leg bump mine, some shuffling into Sierra’s sleeping bag, followed soon after by Sierra’s unmistakable high-pitched voice. “Yes, harder, fuck me harder. Fuck me like a slut.”

I listened stunned, not remotely able to believe that Sierra, the vigilant feminist of our close-knit group, was calling herself a slut and having some summer fling. It had been her idea to make it a girls-only trip, so the irony was obvious.

Still drunk myself, I fuzzily began to realize I was touching myself. As the fucking continued inches away from me, Sierra’s and my shoulders were almost touching, I got wetter and wetter as I continued frigging myself, really getting into it while trying not to move the outside of my sleeping bag or make any noise.

The guy taking Sierra’s calling herself a slut as an invitation to treat her like one, began to verbally assault my good friend. “That’s it, you fucking slut, take my big dick. Beg for me to fuck your tight cunt.”

I cringed at the word ‘cunt’. Sierra, being the extreme feminist that she was, despised the derogatory term and ripped apart anyone, boy and girl alike, who had the audacity to use it in her presence. I waited for Sierra’s predictable lambasting and feminist rant, but instead heard her say the word I never, in a million years, thought would ever be uttered by her lips, particularly in the way she used it. “Yes, fuck my cunt. Pound me. Fill my cunt with that big, hard cock of yours.”

I let out a little gasp of shock from hearing her use the forbidden ‘C’ word. My hand, having a mind of its own, began rubbing my clit even faster and with more pressure. The verbal degradation of one of my best friends should have angered me, but instead it only increased my desire to come.

I listened to the naughty act of sin with the fascination of a perverted boy watching his first porn. Each time the guy called Sierra a cunt, slut or whore, I put more pressure on my own cunt, imagining I was the slut whose cunt he was ravishing.

As Sierra screamed, “Yes, yes, yes, I’m coming,” I simultaneously had the most intense orgasm of my young life so far. I muffled my pleasure, terrified of being caught in such an intimate act; terrified that they might catch on that I had masturbated to their fucking. Suddenly mortified by my actions, I quickly moved my hand away from my liberated vagina and tried to make sense of what had just happened: both their actions and my own.

**********

I was brought back to my present reality when I heard Constance scream, “Yes Maeko, get Mommy off, yes, yes, yesssssss.”

Another silence lingered as I nervously waited for the inevitable.

“Maeko, excellent as always.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Maeko, could you please awaken my guest with your special wakeup call?”

“As you wish, Mistress.”

I held my breath, excited trepidation overwhelming me. I felt hands pull the thin blanket off me. Warm hands spread my legs apart. I felt Maeko move between my legs. “Good morning, Ms. Hawkins.”

I opened my eyes, feigning surprise, but my very wet pussy gave away any pretence of innocence. “Good morning, Mrs. Chung.”

“Ahhh, my pet is awake. How are you this morning?”

“Goooood,” I moaned, Maeko’s tongue making contact just as I began to answer.

“Goooood,” Constance replicated mockingly, her condescending tone returning. Maeko licked my pussy with quick sharp licks, the teasing sensation driving me nuts. I wanted to shove her head into my cunt, to use her tongue as a small cock to fuck me.

Constance, recognizing my deliriously horny state from my sounds said, “She’s fucking amazing, isn’t she? I don’t know how she does it, but those teasing slaps she does with her tongue are one of a kind. Are you close to orgasm, my pet? You have my permission.”

Finding it hard to concentrate on Constance’s words or my own, I gasped through my heavy breathing, “So… close… Mistress.”

“Just tell the slut what you want. She always obeys completely. Like yourself, she was born to please.”

Desperate to come, I, so out of character, ordered, “Finger me, Maeko. Fuck my cunt.”

Obeying in record speed, she slipped not one, but two of her thin fingers inside my oasis of juice. As her fingers slid in and out of my pussy, Maeko sucked my clit deeply enough between her lips that she could simultaneously lick it. The dual pleasure was too much, and I bellowed loud enough to wake the dead, “Oh my fucking God, fuck me, fuck me, yesssssssss!”

My erzincan escort body quaked and quaked, a seemingly never-ending flow of convulsions. Maeko quit fingering me and let go of my clit, but she continued pleasing me gently by licking the juice from my pussy lips. My pussy lips, tender from the unaccustomed and excessive attention of the past twelve hours, began to feel numb. I pushed Maeko away. “No more.”

It was like I’d slapped her in the face. “I’m sorry if I didn’t please you, Ms. Hawkins.”

“Oh my God, that’s not true, Maeko. You pleased me completely. So well in fact, that my vagina is a bit tender now.”

“It’s called a cunt, my pet. Little children have vaginas,” Mistress Constance corrected me.

“Sorry, Mistress. My cunt is sore from all the attention. It was relatively neglected for quite some time, so all this sudden attention is a bit overwhelming.”

“Well, your cunt being neglected won’t be a concern anymore,” Mistress guaranteed. She got off the bed and grabbed a robe. “Maeko will escort you to the guest shower.”

“Thank you,” I replied. Constance breezed past my words as she disappeared into her private washroom.

Maeko handed me a robe and I silently followed her to another bathroom. She offered, with a subservient smile, “If there is anything you need Ms. Hawkins, please ask.”

My face still flushed, I responded, “Thank you, I think I should be ok.”

Maeko walked away in her ridiculously revealing maid’s uniform and I went into the washroom and turned on the shower. As the hot water washed away my sin, I realized I still had no solution to my problems. I bounced around different scenarios, but none seemed to get me back to normality. As I lathered my body, I thought back to how just yesterday afternoon I’d spent twenty minutes with Mrs. Chung, discussing her daughter Bao’s unbelievable academic success. There wasn’t even the slightest inkling of what was going to happen that evening. I was eternally grateful that I wouldn’t have another interview with either her or Constance this school year. I finished my shower and grabbed the robe, just as there was a knock on the door.

I opened the door and Maeko handed me my bra and a blue dress. The dress was very cute and, thankfully, school-appropriate. I began to close the door, but Mrs. Chung stopped me. “I’ve been instructed to help you with the dress and stockings, Ms. Hawkins.”

“Oh,” I responded, slightly dazed.

I put on my bra and my dress and stood shyly, which was odd after what she’d just done for me and done so well, while she zipped my dress up for me. Once that was done, she politely asked me to sit on a dressing stool that was in the corner and proceeded to slowly drape the thigh high stockings up my legs, gently pressing into them as she went. The dark mocha colour really gave my legs a sexy look to them, and my pussy began to tingle again as I felt Maeko’s gentle hands massaging the silk up my legs. Her talented tongue so close to my cunt had me almost salivating as I mentally relived the pleasure she’d recently given me. Once both stockings were on, Maeko stood up, “Is there anything else I can do for you Ms. Hawkins?”

“My panties?”

Maeko’s face flushed, “Mistress doesn’t permit any of her pets to wear underwear.” She briefly flashed me her own hairless pussy to illustrate the ban.

“Oh,” I replied, slightly stunned by this newest piece of information and her casual nudity.

She went to the door. “Follow me to the kitchen.”

I reached for her hand, dying to know the answer, “How did you become Constance’s, um, her…”

Maeko grasped my hand willingly and smiled genuinely at me as she finished my question for me. “How did I become Mistress’ full-service maid?”

“Yes, please tell me,” I exclaimed, thankful she understood my blabbering question and dying to know how Constance had seduced her.

She told me her story, not once making eye contact with me. Her tone wasn’t one of shame, but rather contemplation as she remembered.

**********

“I applied for the job as her maid two years ago. Mistress recognized me from some school function and the fact we had children in the same grade. She explained that she was a very demanding employer and expected perfection and total obedience from her help. I explained I was born in Japan but grew up in China, where I lived in a home with a very domineering father and a mother with very high expectations. This seemed to please her, and I was hired.

“For two months there was nothing obviously unique about the job except I only saw the Master occasionally. In retrospect, there were many subtle things, but nothing that gave me any reason to guess what would eventually be expected of me. For example, she often touched me gently whenever she spoke to me, she often complimented me on my appearance, and she continually made alterations to my work outfit. What began as a typically modest maid’s uniform slowly changed erzurum escort into something far more provocative, as you can see. The skirt got shorter and the blouse a little tighter and cut much lower. One day she informed me she now expected me always to wear three-inch pumps. Although these were inconvenient for my job, I, of course, obeyed.

“Then two weeks ago I found a gift bag for me. In it were a dozen pairs of silk thigh high stockings with a note explaining she expected me to dress in classy stockings instead of no-name pantyhose. And since they were part of my uniform, I needn’t buy them, but just to ask her when I needed replacements. I had never worn stockings before, nor did I even know such undergarments existed. It was clear she enjoyed demonstrating her power and our differing social status. But once I put them on, I was surprised by how sexual I felt and how good the silk felt on my legs. And once I began wearing them home, my husband loved them and couldn’t keep his hands off of me!

“Then the pivotal moment occurred. I arrived at work at my usual time of 6:30 and found a note on the kitchen table instructing me to please come upstairs the moment I arrived. I obeyed, and walked in on Mistress naked with a woman between her legs. I was stunned. I had never seen two women together. While still being serviced, Mistress ordered me to her bedside and once I reached her, she explained that she was offering me a major change in my duties and that she wished me to become a full-service maid. I replied that I was unclear of her meaning. Mistress made it crystal clear as she ordered me to get on the bed and replace the girl who was currently servicing her. I stood still, mystified by the request. She repeated her order, her tone domineering and clearly daring me to disobey.

“Without a word, I moved onto the bed and a very pretty woman, who I would later learn was the Mayor’s wife, moved away from between Mistress’ legs. I positioned myself between them and awaited further instructions. Mistress explained that while most people liked to wake up with an alarm and coffee, she preferred to be awakened by having her cunt licked. She further explained that if I were to stay on as her maid, her full-service maid, this would be one of my regular duties. She added that the full-service maid position came with many perks including a substantial raise, a personal vehicle, and a clothing allowance. I would like to say I resisted, that I was forced into this role, but I, like you I am guessing, obeyed of my own free will. Oh sure, she was dominant and very intimidating, but I accepted the role all on my own, and I’m very glad that I did.

“As if I were signing a contract, I bowed to her Geisha style from my kneeling position, then with my head down asked her formally, ‘Mistress, your full-service maid requests your permission to lick your cunt.’ She laughed, told me I was precious, then assumed a serious demeanor and replied as formally as I had asked, ‘Permission granted.’

“So I leaned down and licked her cunt. I had no idea what I was doing, having never done it before, nor had I ever had it done to me either, my husband considering it something only sluts would do. I licked and nibbled until she began moaning and telling me not to stop. Once she orgasmed on my face, I felt a strange tingle flow throughout my body. I felt a genuine thrill at having pleased her in such a way. I also felt a very pleasant feeling of power in being able to bring someone such joy.

“Mistress, once she’d recovered from her orgasm, asked if I accepted my new terms. I bowed to her again, now in acceptance, and then watched as a triumphant smile spread across her face. She went on to tell me that it was time to receive my first bonus. She instructed the other woman to please me. I began to object, explaining I was married and had never had that done to me before. I was first scolded for questioning her, and then comforted when she paused in mid-scold and asked me caringly to confirm my amazing statement that I had never, ever, been pleasured by a tongue, not even my husband’s. She explained she too was married and that Pamela Washington, the Mayor’s wife, was obviously married. She went on to explain that no man can please a woman like another woman, and it was time for me to learn the forbidden fruit of lesbian lust. Mistress instructed the stranger to show me how good sex with a woman could be. The pretty woman aggressively flipped me onto my back and gave me pleasure I didn’t know was possible. I came in less than two minutes. That night I went online and began reading articles on how to please a woman. Over the next week I also watched online videos. I was determined to become excellent at this pleasant task, just like I strive to be excellent in everything else I do.”

**********

“Wow,” was all I could muster. I hid the fact that her story of submission had made me horny yet again.

Oblivious to my horniness and awe, she suggested, “We’d better go. Mistress will be wondering. Patience is not one of her strong points.” For the first time in ten minutes, she allowed our eyes to meet. She let a smile break her usual mask of impeccable courtesy.

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Falling in love again

Author’s Note: These are the opening Chapters of a longer more complex romantic and sexy Lesbian Love Story.

The following Chapter’s, of this Series, and the universe it occurs in overall only exist in the mind and imagination of the author. This will be a slow burn, with details that some may find non-essential, but I feel are necessary for the story to flow. If you seek instant gratification, this may not be your best story. On the other hand, if you like a slow romantic story, involving two or more women, you may want to read it through to its climax. [Pardon the pun]. This Chapter contains elements of family life and warm and gentle people. I ask that you please read no further if you are seeking a rather sexy, wild lesbian romp.

Reader discretion is advised.

Applicable Tags: Older/Younger, Virginal, Romance, Female Sub, non-consensual, BDSM, Interracial, Oral Sex, Novel/Novella length. The story is told in the first person.

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PART 2.

Chapter 1 — Introducing Suzanne Auber,

My name is Suzanne Marie Auber. It is the name I chose it isn’t the name I was given at the time of my birth. I am 25, and I have an olive complexion as my mother is Italian, Northern Italian she reminds everyone. Black hair, high cheekbones, sparkling eyes and a slim figure that seems to stay with me regardless of what or how much I eat. My legs seem longer than they are, and I have been taught how to walk, talk, and behave as my family history says I should. My mother Marie d’Albret, Countess of Rethel is a title she rarely uses and prefers to go by Mme Marie Albrete.

I am the middle child, I have an older brother who works for The French government and my younger sister, who it seems will achieve everything that her big sister wouldn’t, is the apple of my parent’s eyes.

I was born in my father’s house in the South of France, in the Province of Alpes-Cote d’Azur. My father’s family home has been in his family for over 400 hundred years. I was born into a family that has a long and detailed aristocratic history and wealth. The family had great plans for me, their eldest daughter, as I came to understand as I grew older. The more I learnt about my family’s history the less I desired to be a part of it. The history I mean, not my family, I do love my Mère et père [Mother and Father] and they love me, just not at that point in time.

I was a rebellious child, it must be true because my mother told me so, repeatedly. I was expelled from the all-girls boarding school I went to in my early years for continually fighting and also from the high school I later attended as a young teenager. Apparently smoking and selling pot is still frowned upon for some reason. I did however manage to complete my final years at a finishing school for girls. It was that or the youth detention centre.

Chapter 2 – An Education of sorts.

If you were wondering where my Sapphic desires came from, then the finishing school would be my answer. Again it was a boarding school. I was ‘paired’ with 20-year-old Alecia Reynolds-Giles. Being paired means that a younger student was sharing a room with an older girl, normally three years apart. Having a mentor living with me, help change my whole rebellious attitude, apparently.

Alecia had a kind soul and literally showed me the ropes. How to navigate the bullies and the Divas, and how to avoid the ‘mean girls’. If you thought I should have known all this beforehand, I should let you know that the schools I attended and got kicked out of were somewhat civilised. I slowly grew attached to Alecia, I did her laundry, kept the room tidy, and ran her messages. It was three months before we became intimate. It wasn’t unheard of that the younger of a paired couple ended up in their mentor’s bed with them, servicing their needs. Some by desire, as in my case others by coercion. The stories we heard about those events, wow made even me blush.

We kept our relationship private. Not that anyone cared or noticed, I think. The vast majority of the older girls were either gay or experimenting. I was experimenting but well on my way to being very gay. The changing room after gym was the place where you found out who was hooking up to whom. Many a quickie was had before the next class and being caught in a cubicle with someone didn’t go unpunished as the excuse of ‘We were saving water’, didn’t count. But being told you had to stay in your room over the weekend wasn’t much of a punishment if you and your mentor were hooking up.

Alecia was in her last year at the school and her leaving left me brokenhearted. In my second year there I turned 17 and according to the school policy still too young to be paired with a younger girl. For the first part of the school year, diyarbakır escort I was on my own, even in a school with so many people, it was easy to be lonely. During one of my counselling sessions with Madame Josephine Montpellier, she asked how I was coping in my room alone. I lied and explained that I didn’t mind. She saw through my lie and invited me to join her for an evening meal once a week. For company.

Now Madame Montpellier was in her late 40s and older than my mother I would have guessed and our discussions over a meal is when she enjoyed her glass of wine, but of course. The discussion soon got around to the social side of my life. It didn’t take her too long to get me to admit that Alecia and I were good friends, very close and eventually intimate.

Not batting an eyelid she asked, “Were you that way inclined before you came here?” I reluctantly explained that I wasn’t but Alecia didn’t force herself on me. Just the opposite, that I had such a crush on her. When she first kissed me I literally threw myself at her. I told the councillor, “I was more than a willing participant and I had deep feelings for Alecia. That I miss her so much,”

She reached across the table and patted my hand. Then held onto it, using her thumb to stroke the back of my hand. The contact felt so good. I smiled at her.

I can’t remember when I decided that I wanted her, and I felt that just the little things she did and said, were mere suggestions, hints, and encouragement. I didn’t feel as if I was being groomed. On our fourth ‘date’ as I called them, I decided to wear a little something to indicate that I was willing to go that one step further with her. Instead of wearing our school uniform which was the policy when you have a meeting with the school staff, I changed into something to let her know I was ready to move on from Alecia.

Some perfume, behind my ears and on my wrists, a very small thong and no bra. All against school policy mind you. It was the rebel in me. Maybe Alecia’s mentoring didn’t actually ‘cure’ my rebellious attitude, just put it into hibernation.

I had read her little flirtations correctly and when she opened the door, she too was no longer in her day attire but in a very sexy short casual skirt and a sheer lemon-coloured blouse. She had on a black bra holding her bosoms up and out. Her blouse wasn’t completely sheer, but sheer enough for me to see her nipples through the black lace bra and blouse. I just took a deep breath as my breathing changed from slow and controlled to fast and ready. “Are you ready for something to eat, Suzanne?”

I stood at the door looking at her chest moving in and out. Bit on my lip, she took hold of my wrist and pulled me into her small apartment.

“First some rules young lady, you never ever stay past lights out at 10 pm. And when you get paired with another, we stop. Understood?”

So started our fifteen-month affair. I say it was an affair, it felt like what an affair would be like. I couldn’t tell anyone. I was always checking I wasn’t being followed. Yes, our dinner dates were well-known and recorded as counselling. I even went back to wearing my school uniform on those dates.

But the other interludes were the hottest ones where we would meet up away from the school, I’d wear daring outfits and so would Josephine, yes, that’s right I started using her name and when I did I got so worked up. It was thrilling.

I nodded to her and understood her rules and with a sheepish grin she took me straight into her bedroom, we didn’t eat, any food that evening but we did eat. She taught me so much about my body and all women’s bodies.

It was the coming of our summer break and Josephine suggested that we spend it together in Marseille. I loved the idea but was expected home. She did insist and after some consideration, I sent my parents an email to suggest to them that I had been invited to stay with friends in their summer apartment in Italy, at Lake Como. My parents were wonderful about it and told me to enjoy myself. Again the rebel inside of me lived up to its name. Lying came so easily to me. I was a teenager, it was expected of me not to be totally truthful with the oldies.

Josephine took me to Marseille and we stayed with some of her friends there. While there they introduced me to a whole new scene and being so inexperienced and nervous, I stayed close to Josephine, holding her hand and hugging her at all times. She took me to a Lesbian Club called the Aux 3G and Josephine once again insisted I dress in a particular way. Sexy, not slutty, daring but not offensive. She taught me what to look for when looking at other women. She did tell me that not all women were Gay even in a gay nightclub and how to tell the difference. I learnt so much in those two weeks. She pointed out those women who were not gay but liked being around women who were. She showed me that not all of the stereotyping of a gay woman was anywhere near the truth.

One woman who had half of her head edirne escort shaved and ran purple highlights through it, wasn’t gay at all. To prove her point she went up to her and invited her to our table, she declined the offer and when she left, she left alone. That in itself didn’t identify her as straight just maybe Josephine wasn’t her type. I told her. Josephine just smiled at me.

Then there was another woman, what I would have called your typical suburban housewife. Bland, nondescript looking, nothing to suggest she was anything other than what she looked like. It was later we saw her in a very intimate embrace with another, her hands caressing her partner’s boobs on the dance floor, her partner responded by kissing her passionately. I was captivated by it all. I couldn’t help but stare.

Seeing such things helped me understand myself. You don’t have to dress a certain way to tell the world who you are. Just be who you are.

On the final weekend we were there I decided to just relax by their private pool, laying topless on a sun lounge in the smallest of g strings I could find. The fine material when wet, displayed all I had that was on offer. I closed my eyes and was almost asleep when a shadow blocked the sun on my body, it wasn’t Josephine but her friend Maude. Maude was a woman with a full figure and ample bosoms. She was pretty enough and her personality made up for any shortcomings she had in her outward appearance.

“May I sit and talk with you awhile Suzanne?” She asked and of course, I said yes.

She did and she asked how I had enjoyed my stay with them. “Maude, it has been an amazing time. I never knew I could feel so free and loved,”

“Well, feeling the love is what I want to talk to you about. How do you feel if both and Josephine joined Bethany and me in a sexy night tonight?”

“What all four of us?” I exclaimed. Not in horror but unsure about it. “What about Josephine, she might not be happy about it?”

“Josephine said she finds sharing you with very erotic and thinks it a wonderful idea, but only if you are approving of it,”

It was then I felt her hand on my thigh and edging slowly upwards. My breathing changed immediately. I wanted to control it, to show them that I was more than just a sexy teenager who was available to them on their say-so. But my body had ideas all of its own as my legs moved apart. She smiled as the tips of her fingers eased the thin layer of material aside and she toyed with my now moist outer labia. She eased her finger into my folds as she slowly brought me to the boil. Soon my legs were wide apart as she lowered her mouth to take one of my nipples. As she entered me.

Soon I was meeting the thrusting of her finger as her mouth moved from one titty to the other, my orgasm racing towards completion. She knew when I was about to reach my zenith and clamped her mouth over my pussy as she brought forth my climax.

“That was so good Suzanne, you taste so sweet,”

She stood up and removed her one-piece swimsuit. This was the first time I had seen Maude in a stage of undress. Her armpits were full of dark, tangled hair, the perspiration on her hair sending shimmering visions as the sunlight highlighted each droplet. The visions in my brain which were soon to be realised, had me picturing her mound full of hairy scented tangled mess. Her large body and hairy unkept mound, both surprised me and made me smile. She took hold of my head and guided it to where she wanted me most. Then lifting a leg onto the sun lounge, she made her needs known to me. I sat there staring into her tussled hairy gorgeous pussy, I parted her hair as best I could and went in search of her hidden pearl. “Oh Yes Suzanne, seek and you shall find,” She told me. My nose pushed against her tender flaps, as I let my finger run along each side of her pussy, just as Josephine had shown me. My tongue slowly dipped into her as I started my assent towards where I knew her prize awaited me.

My search for it was such a journey, I went, from the base of her now very wet mound to the very top where I found her tiny pebble hidden away and with several full strokes of the flat of my tongue she pushed my face in tighter to her as I felt her mound cover my mouth and chin. Her breathing was now deeper and stronger, as I held onto her rather large backside. I wanted to insert my fingers into her but didn’t want to leave her button which had grown with each flick, each poke of my tongue, soon I enticed it out of its little cave and took it in my lips. Again I started as I had been shown how to please any woman any female Josephine had said. I concurred with her on the many occasions she had my sweet pebble trapped between her lips.

Maude kept me going, telling me not to stop or slow down. She gripped me by my hair holding me tight against her, soon I felt it coming, I could sense she was about to give me everything trapped inside of her. I wasn’t wrong. She stiffened her body shook as she came. Her juices were not like Josephine’s edirne escort bayan or Alecia’s, but so much more tangy and so plentiful. I took as much as I could before spluttering. Still, she came, and my face felt the warm liquid. That was the first time I had seen a woman ejaculate in such a way.

She laughed and cried out in pure pleasure. Picked me up from the sun lounge and kissed me deeply. “Toi mon doux enfant tu es un trésor,” [You my sweet child are a treasure]

I looked into her eyes smiled at her and fondled her massive bosoms. She held me and whispered to me. “Si jamais vous en avez marre de l’école ou de Joséphine, venez vivre avec nous ” [if ever you get tired of school or Josephine, come live with us]

I pinched her left nipple and twisted it, then kissed her pushing my tongue into her mouth as she caught her breath. “I will,”

That night we four spent together, in turn, they fucked me, one after the other, each bringing me to an almighty climax and I watched both Maude and Josephine bend Bethany to their will. I saw them tie her to a bed, spread eagle and got me to sit on her face, demanding her to bring me off. Which she did very convincingly.

That night was the first of many such nights of debauchery for Josephine and me.

The rest they say is history.

My academic results were flattering and I won a full scholarship to the famed Beaux-Arts de Paris University. I refused said scholarship much to the chagrin of my parents. The fact I had achieved such an honour and then threw it away was their main annoyance. They told me in no uncertain terms that if I didn’t want to be part of the tradition that was my father’s family I could make my own way in life.

I only took them at their word when my monthly allowance ceased appearing in my account. I was forced to leave the finishing school and stand on my own two feet. Thankfully, my acquaintances in Marseille helped me find suitable work on the proviso I stayed with them, for my own benefit. The rent was cheap and Josephine could visit when she had the time. Bethany had an introduction for me at the L’école d’hôtellerie [school of hospitality]. It appears being a waitress is an art form and a career, not a job. I also learnt to manage both small and large businesses as in a bistro or café or a large restaurant. How to organise functions for the rich and wealthy or for a simple family birthday. I surprised myself by how much I enjoyed it all.

Chapter 3 — Seeing the World.

After finishing the courses at the L’école d’hôtellerie [school of hospitality] Maude and Bethany soon found work for me the one thing they forgot to tell me was that as part of the arrangement they included a night of wild sex with them and the one employing me. To say I was annoyed would be an understatement. What really made me angry was they didn’t ask, they took it for granted that I would be a willing player. I was, but they should have asked me, no? I went along with it until I saved enough money to travel. Soon the time came for me to say my goodbyes, they were not happy but they were understanding. I think they too were growing bored with our little arrangements.

When I decided to travel, I first went off to the USA and Canada. I Loved Canada, especially Quebec, but the US not so much. It was in Quebec that I met my first Australian, he was the barista in the little café I was working at. He and I hit it off, how do you say it ‘immédiatement’ [immediately]? His laughter and he was such a nice guy. He tried to take me out and when I explained that I only dated girls he thought it was wonderful and I should visit Sydney, he said it was the gayest city in the whole wide world. We got along so wonderfully well. He left me wondering about ‘Australie ‘ [Australia] After a short time I once again got the wonder lust and thought I would go to the USA. First to New York but it was so wild, so big, so noisy and so expensive. I was told there was a French Quarter or the Vieux Carré down in New Orleans. I found a job as a waitress straight away, not the most salubrious way to make a living in the US, in fact, you can’t make a living being a waitress.

It was a slow Wednesday evening, it was raining and miserable, to be honest, and I thought of moving on that very night. But as fate would have it, she came into my life. That was the night I met a most unusual woman. She was soaked to the skin, I could see as could everybody else see, what she was wearing under her dress. The corset and a suspender belt holding up her fishnet stockings. Yes, she did look like, what they say in America, a hooker. She was not a young woman seeking out clients on a wet night, oh no. She was a much older woman, someone’s grandmother I suspected. Luckily the diner was all but empty. The two old men who were sitting drinking coffee and watching the TV looked up and then looked back at the TV.

She wanted to use a telephone to call a cab, her car had broken down and she had no way of getting home. I said that I was not allowed to let her use the phone but since I was the only one there in authority I decided she could use our telephone. I also found an old towel for her to dry herself off. She couldn’t thank me enough, I told her not to be so silly, and it is what anyone would do. She said, “Not at this time of night or in this area,”

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The plane took off smoothly I looked out the window to see the Pacific Ocean underneath us, disappearing fast. We passed through some clouds and then into some bright blue sky. The last of the winter sun was behind us as we headed East, across the wide expanse towards the USA.

I got myself comfortable and started reading once again. Amanda was busy scanning through the day’s news items. She just scanned them, she paid attention to anything that mentioned the Ukraine War, China, or the Australian government. Fortunately, most of the conversation around Australia was about the upcoming referendum on giving the First Nations people a voice. She skipped through it. Stopping only when she saw the Minister of Foreign Affairs mentioned.

I sat back and started to think about my mum. Why it all went wrong? What happened to the bond we had? I closed my eyes and I was asleep.

My dreams were from my childhood, skinning my knee when I fell off my bike. How mum washed it, telling me how she did the same thing at my age. Putting a crisscross band-aid on it, kissed my forehead and told me to get back on the bike. How my dad watched over me when the boys were playing football out the back. Or the time when they were playing cricket and Peter broke a window, then he gave me the bat and they all ran off leaving me to face the music. I never did tell on them.

So many wonderful memories.

Then at high school, Wendy Seymour kissed me and told me how beautiful I was. How she held my hand. I remember the very first time she asked me if I wanted to sleep over. I was so scared, yet so excited. We watched TV under the blankets in the lounge room, her mum and dad were there but we still play acted being scared and cuddled each other giggling. How she touched me and I shook.

Then in her bed that night she took my PJ pants down and I let her really touch me, she made me feel so good. She whispered to me and dared me to get naked with her. We did and hid under the blankets. I knew from then on that what we did felt right for me. How I hid it for all those years, pretending to like boys, to keep up ‘appearances’. How I held my daddy’s hand the day he died, oh how I cried, I wanted so much to tell him.

I woke up and Amanda was looking at me. “Nice dreams?” She asked smiling.

“Hhhmmm,” is all I could manage.

“Good, but you missed your dinner,” She told me.

“What time is it?” I asked.

“Just gone nine,”

“Was it nice, my dinner I mean?”

“You would have enjoyed it.” I was told. “I had to drink your wine however, that was way too good to pass up.”

I laughed at her, “Fair enough,”

The çorum escort Senior Stewardess came along, smiled at me and asked if I’d like to eat or if I would prefer to leave it for now.

“Could I leave it for now, please? But I’d love something cold and fresh to drink if that’s OK,”

“Sure, what would you prefer? She asked. Her eyes did not leave mine.

“A sparkling water if you have it,”

“Certainly, I’ll get it straight away for you,” She told me.

Amanda looked at me, bringing her glasses down onto the tip of her nose. “You are flirting with Madison, aren’t you?”

“I did no such thing, I just asked for a bottle of water,” I told her.

She smiled at me and said, “Yes, sure you did,” Then went back to making some notes and listening to some podcasts she had stored up.

“So while I was asleep you’ve been chatting up the staff, hhhmmm Madison is it? What about that the young one you were feasting your eyes upon earlier, got her name yet,” I asked knowing that she would have. She is just that type of person, she likes talking and has such an impressionable disposition.

“I was not feasting my eyes upon Meagan earlier, thank you. I was just appreciating a fine female form,”

“You were watching her arse and licking your lips darling,” I told her just as Madison returned with a selection of flavoured sparking waters. If she heard me she didn’t let on

“Oh thank you Madison, may I have a couple to get me through the night? Save me disturbing you once it gets late,”

She smiled at me and informed me that any request from me would be no inconvenience at all for her. She offered me a couple of ice-cold waters and I made certain our fingers touched as she handed them to me. She smiled I smiled.

She blushed and I watched her. Her breathing changed as I held her gaze. The messages we were sending were being collected by us both.

When I was sure she was out of earshot I turned to Amanda and explained to her. “That my love is me flirting,” and I flicked her with some ice-cold water. She leaned over, held my face in her hands, and kissed me passionately.

“And that is me telling you that you were just so fucking hot,” She told me.

I whispered to her, “Mile High Club for us first,” As I unscrewed a bottle of water and drank half of it in one go.

“Someone’s hot and thirsty,” She told me.

“I blame it on the company I keep,” I undid my jeans under the blanket and wiggled out of them. There was no mistaking what I was doing. And I watched as Amanda closed her eyes and stretched her legs. She ran her hands up denizli escort her legs to her groin and didn’t hesitate to rub herself as I removed my panties and showed her.

Amanda hit the call button and within a minute both Meagan and Madison appeared, smiling at us. She spoke to them, “Could I get a blanket and a couple of pillows for us please?”

“Certainly, if you would like we can replace Ms. King’s blanket with another,” she told us as she held out her hand expecting it. Amanda kept a straight face and politely asked if I would like a fresh blanket.

Smiling at them both I told them, “This one is fine, thank you,”

They went off to get our blanket and pillows. “Did you tell them my name?”

“I did, Madison asked me, and asked if we were together,” She hesitated as she took a mouthful of my water.

“So I told her,” Amanda said matter of factly.

“Did you explain everything,” I asked as I watched my one true love nod her head.

“She has just come out of a 12-year marriage to a terrible guy, so she says. A lot of the stewardesses are openly out and she often wondered what the attraction was. She saw us and Meagan explained who we were and she has her eyes on you to talk to her at some time overnight I suggest. Lucky you.”

Smiling at her, I rolled over to face her, “Maybe I am totally wrapped up in you and can’t fit her into my busy shagging schedule,” I said it like I meant it.

Amanda just smiled and said “Sure babe, whatever,” and laughed.

Madison returned with the pillows handing one to Amanda and coming around to my seat she helped me lower it into the sleeping arrangement and put the pillow under my head. Her breasts were almost in my face, and I took in her fragrance, I pushed my blanket down to my waist as I settled down a little lower into the seat, now a bed and made certain that the blanket was low enough to display a taunt white belly

She looked, and she blushed. I whispered into her ear, “I was just checking to see how you would react if I asked nicely would you rub it for me? She nodded, “Hhhmmm, I’d like that too?”

“Yes but not here, I will come and show you where we can go and not be disturbed.”

She let the back of her fingers touch my cheek I moaned. Amanda sighed as she watched our flirtatious display unfold.

I whispered to her again. “How daring are you? Would you go commando for me, for the rest of the flight?

“I’d be risking my job and we have just met. Let me think on it and after lights out, about 11 p.m. I’ll come for you,” She explained.

“I’ll make certain of that,” I said düzce escort with a smile, and then I kissed her. Letting my tongue dance in her mouth. She moaned and whimpered.

She stood up, her cheeks were flush, and Amanda smiled at her and quietly told her, “I told you she would,”

Amanda went back to scanning her news items and shooting off some emails, I lay there making eyes at her and she ignored me. So I slowly let my fingers edge their way down and I overtly emphasised my intentions. My somewhat laboured breathing made her look my way. She stopped what she was doing. Smiled suggestively then got up and closed us off to the rest of the airplane passengers.

She threw my blanket onto the floor and looked down at me. I wet my lips, my tongue showing her what I was expecting. Her cheeky grin told me to ‘hang on’.

Amanda has this wonderful way of knowing how to tease, then edge me, then make me explode with an almighty orgasm. She never ceases to amaze me with her lovemaking. Expecting very little in return. I lay there panting after what seemed a lifetime. The pleasure she gives is beyond description. Mere words do not do it justice.

She was on the floor her head laying on the side of the bed, her arm thrown over my legs. She let her hand move slowly up my leg and as if by magic, I found the strength to open them once more. The aroma of my juices filled our enclosure. She just toyed with me, jilling me as I humped her hand, trying to entice more from her.

I put a hand on her head and just stroked her hair as she slowly entered me. That simple pleasure of feeling a finger slip into your most sensitive opening, first a finger and then another. Her head was still on the side of the bed, she then used her thumb to rest against my pink star. I had to put a finger across my mouth to stop me from begging any louder. My body gave me away, I didn’t need to beg, I didn’t need to say a word as my body started to push against her thumb. Her two fingers kept up their minuscule movement inside my inner core, building to another volcanic eruption.

The sensations started deep inside, I could feel it racing to where her fingers were driving me insane. My breathing became rapid, as my bum was leaving the bed, her thumb followed me and every time it came back down her thumb sent electric shock waves deeper into me. When I came a second time, I flooded my bed. There would be no arguments tonight as to who was sleeping in the wet patch. This was all of my own making. She laughed as she tried to cover my mound to capture my taste. She loves my juices.

I just lay there panting once again. She kept her fingers and thumb in place and looked up at me. Smiling she told me, “I love you so much, you have no idea,”

I reached out to her, and she very slowly extracted her fingers from me and lay on top of me. I kissed her. “I love you more,”

“Not possible babe,” She replied.

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Summary: College Professor blackmails Mom and daughter.

Note 1: This is an April Fools Day Story Contest 2023 story so please vote. What makes the story suitable for this contest is a quirky Choose-Your-Favourite-Twisted-Ending, from three possible versions.

Note 2: Thanks to Tex Beethoven for editing this story.

Note 3: Although it was greatly altered by the time I finished with it, this story is vaguely based on a hot lesbian scene called Parent Teacher Secrets.

Professor Parent Student Surprises

“You’re still certain you don’t know why Professor Adams summoned us to this meeting?” Penny asked her daughter.

“No idea,” Karlee answered with a shrug.

“Well, it’s odd to receive a call… or actually it was more of a summons… from your Psychology Professor, just because I’m your mother,” Penny said. “It’s as if you were still in high school, and you misbehaved in some fashion. What did you do?”

“I have no idea,” Karlee said. “Maybe she just wants to catch up. She told me she used to work for you.”

“Maybe,” Penny pondered, since Professor Adams had been her teacher’s assistant a decade ago at a nearby college. The same college where Penny was now the Dean. Deidre could have at any time attempted to catch up with her, instead of on the Friday just before finals started at both of their schools. She sensed something was up, she just didn’t know what.

As they approached the Professor’s classroom at six-thirty on a Friday night, the school seemed like a ghost town; but that was the earliest Dean Penny Lincoln could arrive. She’d finished out the day at her own school, driven for an hour to this one, met her daughter, and they’d made their way through the corridors to this classroom. Penny repeated the question she’d already asked a couple times already, “And you’re sure there isn’t anything you’ve done to upset her? You know how much I hate unpleasant surprises.”

“No, nothing at all,” Karlee denied, being a pretty good liar, and she was usually able to cover her tracks with her beauty, quick wit or sensual personality. But this time Professor Adams hadn’t said anything, so she was clueless.

“Okay, we’ll just have to see what she has in mind,” Penny sighed as she opened the door and went in, turning on the usual charm and fake warmth she had mastered during her decade and a half in leadership roles. “Deidre, it’s been a long time, it’s so good to see you.”

“You as well,” Professor Adams smiled, her nefarious plan already beginning to unfold.

Penny walked the fair distance from the rear of the large classroom to the front, and gave her former teaching assistant a hug.

Once the hug was done, Professor Adams stepped in front of her desk and leaned back on it. She then said firmly, her tone conveying this wouldn’t be a simple renewing old friendships visit, or even a friendly one, “Take a seat, you two.”

“Um, okay,” Penny said, sitting down in a student desk, giving another querying look to her daughter, who also sat down. She recognized that tone… shit, she was usually the bitch using it.

“Do you know why you’re here tonight, Dean Lincoln?” The Professor asked.

“Please call me Penny,” the Dean replied graciously, but automatically.

“Very well. Do you know why you’re here tonight, Penny?” The Professor rephrased.

“I don’t,” Penny answered, crossing her legs, and once again giving her daughter that same look.

Karlee just shrugged, a look of complete innocence in her eyes and smile.

The Professor hopped up onto her desk, crossed her legs, and asked, “May I be blunt?”

“Please do,” Penny said, wanting to find out the reason she’d been summoned here… yes, summoned was exactly the right word… on a Friday evening.

As the Professor dangled her heel on her toes and crossed her arms, she said, “Your daughter skips classes, when she does deign to attend, she often arrives late for them, but the tipping point was this week. I discovered that she’d cheated on her Finals Thesis .”

“No, you didn’t!” Penny gasped, “you couldn’t have,” although she again looked at her daughter. She would have glared at her, but an accusation wasn’t proof, so she’d have to wait and see.

Karlee’s face remained stoic… not giving away any indication about whether this news was a surprise or not.

“Yes, I did. The graduate student she paid $500 to write it for her has already come clean, and she’s donated the money to the Psychology Department,” Professor Adams asserted.

“Karlee, did you pay someone all that money to write your Thesis for you?” Penny asked her daughter.

“Yes,” Karlee whispered, since she was obviously busted.

“What?”

“Yes, Mom,” Karlee said, now louder and with obvious frustration. “The classes, the practices, everything was just too much pressure bursa escort for me!”

“Honey, it’s okay,” Penny said, standing up from her seat and going to her daughter.

“It’s definitely not okay,” Deidre said with icicles in her voice. “This means a failing grade in my class, automatic expulsion from this school, and most likely the termination of your daughter’s college education in any schools.”

“Oh my,” the mother gasped. “This is serious… very serious! Deidre, she’s already admitted her guilt, so I can’t claim that you’re wrong, but isn’t there something you and I can do about this?” Penny asked. “I mean… I don’t know… some sort of Professional Courtesy we can apply?”

“First, in a situation such as this one, you shall address me as Professor Adams,” the Professor clarified.

“I’m sorry, Professor Adams,” Penny corrected herself, recognising that this time her former assistant had her own power play going on, and she was holding all the cards.

“And you’re requesting a Professional Courtesy from me?” Deidre asked.

“Yes please, Professor Adams,” the Dean said. “From one Professor to another.”

“I don’t recall your granting me a Professional Courtesy ten years ago, when I asked you for a recommendation for my current position,” Deidre said, “or at least not one without certain conditions attached,” as she allowed her heel to drop to the floor with a loud clunk.

A chill went up the Dean’s back upon this déjà vu from a decade ago. Back then, she’d been the one sitting on top of her desk, and she’d dropped her heel to the floor with a similar clunk, and then she’d required her assistant to lick her soles, suck on her toes, and even hump herself to an orgasm on her foot! It had been super hot at the time, and a complete rush to exercise such power over another human being… except that now it looked like the tables were reversed. “Deidre, please.”

“It’s Professor Adams,” she reminded her.

“Sorry, sorry, Professor Adams,” Penny corrected herself. Again.

“And please recount to me… what did you require from me for that recommendation?”

“Please… De-… Professor Adams… my daughter is sitting right here next to me.”

Karlee gave her mother a confused look. She was looking sheepish, scared, and even slightly hysterical, a condition she’d never seen her in before in her life! Her mother was the consummate strong-willed woman. An intimidating feminist. An accomplished ball crusher. She reflected that this situation must be particularly humiliating for her mother, since although she was in her mid-forties, this woman putting her in her place was likely only in her mid-thirties, while Karlee herself had turned eighteen only a few weeks ago. She might be nearing the end of her freshman year in college, but she hadn’t been seventeen for very long when she’d graduated from high school.

“Retrieve my heel for me, Penny,” the Professor ordered coldly.

“Yes ma’am,” Penny said, looking nervously at her daughter before getting up, bending down, picking up the heel, and offering it to the seated Professor, who placed it next to her on the desk.

“On your knees.”

“Deidre… I mean Professor Adams,” Penny caught herself. “Please, no.”

“Knees now,” the Professor demanded. “Unless you want me to phone the Dean of this college. If I tell him it’s important, he’ll rush right over. So you know what the consequences will be if I make that call.”

Penny lowered herself to her knees.

“Good girl,” Deidre smiled. “Now what… exactly… did you require me to do before you gave me that recommendation? Look at your daughter and tell her.”

Penny didn’t want to say the words. Her past was very wicked… very taboo. A sordid lesbian past, fraught with her own arrogance. A secret life she’d managed to hide from her daughter throughout the girl’s entire life.

“Tell her,” The Professor demanded, utilising a nylon-clad mocha-coloured foot to shove the Mom’s face, until it was directed towards her daughter. “And Karlee, please notice I’m not coaching your mother in any way about what I want her to tell you. She knows exactly the way she used to treat me.”

Penny looked at her daughter, “I’m sorry, honey.”

“Tell her,” the Professor repeated.

Karlee couldn’t believe what she was witnessing… her indomitable mother groveling on her knees in front of her… until now… usually courteous and well-spoken Psychology Professor.

“I ordered you to lick my soles, suck on my toes, hump yourself to orgasm on my foot, and then eat my pussy,” Penny whispered, having turned her face back to the Professor.

“Look at your daughter and tell her.”

Penny… defeated and humiliated, turned to her daughter and said, “Honey, I forced Professor Adams to lick the soles of my feet, suck on my toes, hump herself to orgasm on my foot, and then eat my pussy before I gave her that recommendation.”

“Mom, çanakkale escort you didn’t!” Karlee gasped.

“I’m so sorry, honey,” Penny repeated.

“Karlee, did you not know until now that your Mom is a lesbian Mistress who loves to make her assistants, secretaries, and even her students eat her pussy?” the Professor asked.

“No,” Karlee responded.

“Yes, your mother has misused her power for years to get whatever she wants,” the Professor said. “Isn’t that right, Dean Lincoln?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that,” Penny denied. “Times have changed, and so have I.”

“Have you made your unpaid interns sexually service you?”

“Yes,” Penny whispered sheepishly.

“How many of them in the past three months? Individuals, not how many times each.”

“Ummm… three.”

“How many of your secretaries have you fucked with the strap-ons you keep in your desk?”

“Please, no more,” Penny said, not looking at her daughter at all.

“How many, Dean Lincoln? If I go public with all of this, the least that will happen to you is a major scandal at your school, which may or may not eventually blow over. But the least that will happen to your daughter here, will be a permanent and irrevocable end to her academic aspirations, and for the rest of her life she’ll consider herself fortunate if she can get jobs flipping burgers. So answer the question: How many of your secretaries have you fucked in the past three months?”

“Ummm… all of them.”

“And how many mothers have you convinced to let you sit on their faces or fuck them, so you wouldn’t expel their daughters?” Professor Adams continued her verbal assault.

“Please, enough,” Penny begged.

“Of course. For Karlee’s sake, I won’t belabour my point any further. However, ten years ago, what did you do right after I ate your pussy?” Deidre asked.

“I fucked your ass,” Penny admitted. She’d always loved the power of making people do things they’d never do willingly. She’d coerced many women into eating her pussy, sucking on her toes, and getting bent over her desk and taking her strap-on. She’d also forced threesomes, fist fucked women into orgasmic oblivion, and had even administered the odd sodomy. She got off on dominating girls and women.

“Karlee, how old were you ten years ago?” the Professor suddenly turned to her and asked.

“Eight, Professor Adams,” the girl replied. At this point she had no reason to lie about anything.

“So I hope you’re taking all of this in, young lady. Ten years ago, with an eight-year-old daughter at home, your mother required me to eat her pussy, and then she butt-fucked me. Are you getting the picture?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Which brings us to this meeting, and to your daughter’s well-earned predicament,’ the Professor continued, returning her attention to the mother. “What do you think I want you to do right now?” The Professor asked, as she moved her toes towards the Mom’s mouth.

“Please, no,” Penny pleaded, looking up at her former teaching assistant.

“Suck on my fucking toes, Penny,” Professor Adams demanded, rubbing the sole of her foot up and down her face.

“Mom, what’s going on here?” Karlee finally spoke up without being asked a question.

“You just sit there and watch, Karlee,” the Professor ordered. “Your mother is beginning to pay for your sins, and for her sins. This will likely take a while, so make yourself as comfortable as you’re able.”

“It’s okay, honey,” Penny said, as she placed her hands on the Professor’s ankle and brought her lips to her petite toes… the Professor’s nylons silky sheer and expensive ones, just like hers.

“Yes, it’s okay, honey,” the Professor lightly mocked, as she watched her former boss sucking on her toes.

Karlee remained silent. She was couldn’t believe her strong-willed Mom was performing a menial sexual task like sucking on this younger woman’s nylon-clad toes!

“Make sure you lick and suck on every toe,” the Professor ordered. “Just like you made me do.”

Penny sucked on all five toes individually, surprised by the subtle salty, sweaty taste that tantalized her taste buds. This was humiliating, and doubly humiliating, since her daughter was only a few feet away, watching. Once she had all five toes done, she went to stand up and said, “Okay, I did it. Are we done now?”

“We’ve hardly begun. For starters, you have the other foot to do,” the Professor pointed out, as her other heel dropped to the floor.

“Please no,” Penny sighed.

“Now,” Deidre ordered.

“Fine,” she sighed, returning to her knees and replicating her attentions on these other perfectly manicured toes.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like watching this,” the Professor grinned wickedly at the daughter.

“This is really awkward,” Karlee said.

“I bet you’re enjoying the sight of your mother on the receiving end, for a change,” Deidre said.

Karlee didn’t çankırı escort speak, although she supposed that was a little bit true. She’d never witnessed her mother doing anything at all sexual before, but she’d been present lots of times when she’d thoroughly intimidated both men and women. She’d also never before seen her mother unsure of herself. Not in command of a situation. It was a very strange look for her.

“You look so good on your knees for a change, Penny,” the Professor taunted.

Penny noticed that while she was expected to address this younger woman as Professor, she wasn’t receiving any reciprocal respect. Once she finished the last toe, she said, “There. Done.”

“Not even close. It’s my turn to require you to eat my pussy,” Professor Adams said, as she hiked up her dress to reveal thigh high stockings, and a total lack of underwear.

“My daughter is sitting right here, and she’s watching all of this,” Penny stressed.

“I know. Which is why I required both of you to attend this meeting,” Deidre said. “She needs to see who and what her mother really is.”

“Then I’m not doing any such thing in front of her,” Penny refused. She was always the one getting eaten, or who was fucking a student, parent, secretary or employee… although she also had a secret submissive side that only her current girlfriend knew about… a role reversal where she was 100% submissive to her younger Mistress. A woman who always knew how to turn her into a mindless, obedient, submissive plaything.

“So you’d prefer me to call the Dean?” The Professor asked, reaching for the cell phone on her desk.

“No, please don’t,” Penny said with a dramatic sigh. “I’ll do it.”

“Good, because it’s high time you returned the favour,” Professor Adams said, her fingers going to her pussy, even as she looked at Karlee.

“I don’t know what’s going on here, but I don’t want any part of it,” Karlee said, standing up and preparing to leave.

“Sit down,” the Professor ordered. “All three of us are here, in large part because of your cheating. So you’re going to sit there and watch while your mother begins paying some retribution on your behalf.”

“This is so weird,” Karlee said, obediently sitting back down.

“Look, I’ll do whatever you require, but let my daughter go,” Penny offered. “She doesn’t need to see any of this.”

“No, she’s part of the problem, and she needs to see there are significant consequences to her actions,” the Professor stressed. “Plus, it’s time for her so see the real you. The one behind the pretentious exterior you exude so convincingly.”

“You’re serious?” Penny asked.

“Deadly,” the Professor said. “You required certain sexual services from me ten years ago, so now it’s time for you to take care of me in similar fashions.”

“So if I eat your pussy, you won’t call the Dean, and you’ll give my daughter a passing grade?” Penny asked.

“I’m not saying that’s all I’ll require from you, but if you continue to meet all my expectations, I’ll cut her some slack. The final exam is next week and she’ll have pass it on her own, and I’ll give her three weeks from tonight to submit an original Finals Thesis to me, but she won’t be expelled.”

“Is this really the only way we can resolve this?”

“Yes. Consider yourself going full circle.”

Penny looked at her daughter. “I’m so sorry about this, honey.”

Penny then leaned forward and began licking her former teaching assistant’s pussy. Of course she’d eaten lots of pussy before, part of her climb to the top, although in this male-dominated society she’d sucked a lot more cocks than she’d eaten pussies to end up as a Dean… but she did enjoy dining on a sweet tasting pussy… which is what she was doing at the moment. Deidre’s twat was among the best she’d ever tasted!

“Mom, what are you doing?”

“She’s eating my pussy,” the Professor said. “What does it look like she’s doing?”

“This is so awkward,” Karlee repeated, as she watched her Mom eating her Professor’s pussy. She couldn’t deny her discomfort, but watching this lesbian action occurring right before her eyes, was also somewhat stimulating. In part because her Mom was the active one of the two participants.

“Explain to your daughter how this works.”

Penny looked at her daughter from between a pair of silk stocking-clad legs and said, “It’s okay, honey. We’ll just play her game and deal with your indiscretions.”

“Yours too,” the Professor added.

“Yes, mine too,” Penny admitted. “Now just look away, honey.”

As her Mom resumed licking the Professor’s pussy, Karlee was definitely not looking away while she said, “I can’t believe you’re doing this, Mom.”

“I’m doing this for us,” Penny said, as she parted the wet pussy lips.

“Yes, Karlee, she’s doing it in part for you,” the Professor moaned, placing a controlling hand on the back of her former employer’s head.

“It’s just so weird,” Karlee said, continuing to feel more odd feelings stirring inside her body. She wasn’t a virgin, but this was the first girl-on-girl action she’d ever witnessed that she wasn’t a part of, and she was finding it very intriguing.

After a minute, Penny stopped and said, “There. Happy now?”

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Nic and I met through a mutual friend who knew us both well enough to know we’d get along. They were the kind of butch who got me weak at the knees just to look at them — tall, broad shouldered, strong jaw, the very definition of rugged.

Pretty soon into our conversation — over drinks at the bar they worked at, with that sweet employee discount — they told me that they worked out pretty often. I could’ve guessed just from looking at their muscular back and toned arms, hardly contained by a tight black t-shirt. Bartending worked up a lot of stress, they said, between rude patrons and rowdy drunks, and lifting weights was a good way to relieve it.

I was feeling cheeky, with a fresh haircut and a nice white shirt on, sleeves rolled up to my elbows. We were taking turns to buy rounds and I’d lost count of how many drinks I’d had, but they all went to my head. I let my hand drop onto their knee, fingers brushing up the black denim halfway up their thigh.

“What else do you do to get out your frustration?”

Keeping my gaze, they took another sip of their whisky. My heart thudded against my chest, and I started to worry that I’d gone too far, too fast, and ruined it. I took an awkward sip of my beer.

“Finish that,” they said.

I almost spluttered out my mouthful of drink.

“What?” I said

“Finish your drink, then we’ll go.”

“Go where?”

They cocked an eyebrow at me as if to say, ‘are you new around here?’, and I mentally kicked myself for sounding so naïve. I took a last swig and pushed the bottle away from me, no longer caring if it was empty or full.

They knocked back the last of their whisky and breathed out hard through their mouth, feeling the fire, then pushed back their stool and stood up, pulling on a dark red jacket.

I had forgotten while we were sitting down, but now remembered, how tall Nic was, a solid few inches taller than me. I had to look up at them, even as I stood pulling my coat on too, following them out of the bar.

It was a short walk back to their place, and we hardly talked on the way, but that spark in my stomach had started to grow into a low, insistent heat. It was a cold night, and our breath became fog as we walked a little quicker than usual.

They unlocked the front door and led me up to their flat on the second floor. The moment the door had closed behind us, I felt their hands on my hips pushing me roughly up against it, their face dipping down close to mine.

“Can I?” they asked.

I leaned up to meet them, my lips brushing theirs. They returned the kiss eagerly, leaning into me, and my stomach flipped. Their fingers dug into the small of my back, thumbs strung through my belt loops. I ran my fingers up their neck and through their hair. Silver heat seared across my stomach, my groin, almost painful.

“I’ve wanted this since the minute you walked into that bar,” they said gruffly. “Bedroom?”

I kissed them quickly once more before nodding. They took my hand and led me down their corridor to their bedroom, flicking on a standing lamp. Their bed was pushed lengthways against the wall, and I sat on the edge, suddenly shy.

“Listen,” I started to say. They shut the door behind them and came over to me, legs either side of my knees, and cupped my face in their hands. I gazed up at them, feeling my cheeks turning pink. “I haven’t done this for a while.”

“Hmm?” They ran their thumbs along my jaw, sending tingles down my spine.

“I mean, not this this. Like…”

They leaned down and gave me a soft, slow kiss.

“Take your time, you can tell me.”

“I always top. Usually.” I confessed.

“Ah,” they raised their eyebrows, looking down at me. God, their bone structure was literally perfect. Sharp jaw, high cheekbones, so beautiful and boyish. “And you’re thinking I’m the same way?”

“Aren’t you?” I couldn’t imagine a boi like Nic taking rather than giving. I tried to picture it, someone else on top of them, fucking them, and just couldn’t.

“I am, mostly. But we can take our time, and see how things go. I’ll be gentle with you, okay?”

I nodded and turned my face up to be kissed again. They put a hand on my shoulder, easing me back onto the bed. I loved the feeling of their body moving above me, feeling their strength. I knew they could throw me down and pin me to the mattress if they wanted, and even as they kissed me gently, the thought of their roughness made me tingle.

Holding themself up with a hand planted above either of my shoulders, they straddled my hips with their knees and leaned into our kiss, nipping my lip playfully. I slid my hands under their t-shirt, feeling the warmth of their skin, the muscles in their back.

I turned my head to the side, leaving my neck bare and vulnerable, and they obligingly kissed their way down my jaw to my throat. My back arched slightly, involuntarily. bitlis escort I resisted it, not wanting to give away how badly I wanted them yet, but they caught on.

They ran a hand down the side of my body and let it rest on my hip. I reached up to touch their face, brushing my fingers across their cheek. They pulled away and looked at me.

“How do you want to do this?” they asked, muffled by my thumb resting on their lip.

“Maybe… Maybe if you touch me, without looking much?”

I felt shy articulating my desires. I wasn’t used to being touched, feeling vulnerable. The thought of Nic seeing my body up close and personal felt… Well, genderbad, for want of a better word. But I did want them to touch me. I wanted it really badly.

They nodded slowly, thinking, then eased themself down to rest on their elbow, sliding the hand from my hip down to my thigh and squeezing it. They trailed their fingers side to side over me, so sensitive there it almost tickled. Getting closer and closer to where I was most sensitive of all, my stomach fluttered with nerves, or with longing, I couldn’t tell.

Leaning back down to kiss and suck on my neck again, they quickly and carefully unbuttoned my jeans with one hand, and brushed a thumb beneath the waistband of my boxers. I bit my lip, hands useless at my sides.

They kissed my lips again, slipping their tongue almost imperceptibly into my mouth, and deftly slipped their fingers between my legs at the same time. My hips twitched as I tried to return the kiss, pressing my tongue against theirs as they found me embarrassingly wet.

“Oh, baby,” they breathed.

I closed my eyes, focusing on the feeling of their fingers running up and down my slit, most intense when they brushed over my clit. It felt like I just got wetter and wetter as they touched me. They kissed me on the corner of my mouth, and I turned my face to kiss them properly, cupping the back of their head in my palm, easing into them.

They pressed their hand flat against me, palm pushing against my clit, fingertips resting over my hole. I ground my hips up to meet them, needing the friction, kissing growing sloppy.

“Do you want me inside?” they murmured?

“Yeah,” I breathed.

Sweeping me up in another kiss, they eased their middle finger into me. My hips rolled up against them, adjusting to this new sensation. They slipped another finger in, so wet there was no resistance.

“It’s a bit hard with your jeans,” they said. “Can I take them off?”

I hesitated for a second, but nodded. They pushed themself up off of me and tugged at the waistband of my jeans, pulling them off of me, then shook them out and lay them neatly at the foot of the bed. Turning back to me, they swiftly pulled their t-shirt off over their head and dropped it in the same place, revealing for the first time a flat chest and two pink scars from top surgery.

“Oh, hello,” I said stupidly, caught off guard. I pushed myself up on my elbows, sitting up again to look closer. They stood above me like before and kissed me again. “How long?”

“About eight months. You can touch if you want.”

I traced a finger under one of the scars curiously, having never seen a post-op chest so intimately.

“You like it?” I asked.

“I love it.”

I took in the sight of them, healing and so perfectly flat, I’d assumed they were wearing a binder. Experimentally, I touched the scar itself, and they didn’t flinch.

“Me too,” I said truthfully.

Cupping my jaw, they tilted my face up and kissed me, and I ran my hands down to hold their hips, their waist, pulling them closer. Their boxers rode a little higher than their jeans. I didn’t know what I wanted. I just wanted them.

I lay back on the bed, head on the pillow this time, and they followed me, pressing their body against mine. I felt like a kid in my shirt and underwear, undoing a few buttons symbolically, then wrapping my arms around their neck.

They kissed me behind my ear, under my jaw, on my throat, inching their fingers back down between my legs. I could feel I’d soaked through my boxers. Their hand slipped inside them, running small circles around my clit.

I let out a muffled moan, so worked up it wasn’t long until I felt close already. They found the part of my neck that makes me gasp and focused on it, kissing and sucking as my hips rolled up against their hand.

“That’s it,” they whispered in to my ear. “I’ve got you. Come for me?”

Their fingers pushed a little harder against my clit, keeping up a steady rhythm as they sucked on my neck so hard I knew they’d leave a mark. I liked the thought of that almost as much as I liked the feeling on their fingers on me, easing me towards the edge.

My hips moved faster and faster against them until they tipped me over, bringing me to an easy climax. bolu escort It had been such a long time since somebody else’s hands had made me come. The feeling radiated out from between my legs across my thighs and stomach. They eased their hand out of my boxers and lay their head on my chest, letting me hold them as I came down from my high.

“Was that alright?” they asked.

“Yeah, that was really nice… Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, silly,” they chuckled. “I liked it too.’

They rolled beside me, and I turned over to face them. They kissed me, and we started to make out, my hands wandering over their back and feeling up their muscles again. My hand drifted down to their butt, which was unsurprisingly but pleasantly firm too. As I kneaded it, I slipped my fingers between their legs and over their boxers, and felt their wetness and heat.

“Wait a second,” they said, pushing themself up and climbing over me.

I watched them get up, open their wardrobe door and root around inside. They pulled out a medium sized dildo, around 7 inches and a similar colour to their skin, pulled off their jeans and slipped the toy through an O ring in their boxers.

“Are you wearing harness underwear?” I asked, and they nodded. “Wasn’t that a bit presumptuous?” I feigned protest.

“But was I wrong?” they raised their eyebrow at me, trouser-less and post-orgasmic in their bed. I laughed.

“I might need a minute first.” I said, gesturing at their dick.

“Do you want to suck it?” they asked.

Oh. I’d never done that before. I’d had it done to me, and loved it. There was nothing hotter than looking down and seeing my dick in somebody’s mouth, gathering up a femme’s hair and holding onto it as she bobbed up and down on me. But I’d never been the one on my knees, with my mouth ful. I was nervous, but I wanted to try.

I shuffled off of the bed as Nic sat down on the edge and leaned back on their hands. I got on my knees between their thighs and held the base of their cock in my hand, eyeing it.

“Take your time,” they said softly, but I could tell from the husk in their voice they were hoping I wouldn’t take too long.

I closed my eyes and eased the first couple of inches into my mouth. It felt a little bit odd at first, being in this position, but then I opened my eyes and looked at Nic, who was looking intently down at me, biting their bottom lip. They ran their fingers through the longer hair on the top of my head, then scratched the shaved fade at the back. A tingle ran from my neck down my spine.

“That’s a good boi,” they breathed, making my stomach flip again. I liked that, a lot.

Eager to please, I took their dick further into my mouth, as far as I could take it comfortably and then a little further, starting to like the weight and width of it on my tongue as their hand guided my head up and down. More than giving the blowjob itself, I liked the sounds Nic was making.

I liked how much they liked having me on my knees, that even though, for all intents and purposes, they were in the dominant position here, I was still in control of their pleasure. I could decide when to make eye contact and turn them on even more, I could set the pace and pressure.

I could be the one giving, even as I was taking, taking them into the back of my throat.

“Fuuuck,” they moaned. “You’ve never done this before?”

I couldn’t reply with my mouth full, so I brought my head up, still jerking them off with my hand, pushing the base of strap against their clit, and shook my head. I leaned forward and kissed their stomach softly.

“Get up here.”

I reached up and wrapped my fingers around the back of their neck and pulled them down to kiss me. At the same time, they grabbed a fistful of my shirt and tugged me up towards them. I was hauled awkwardly upwards and, laughing, we tumbled back onto the bed.

They flipped me onto my back as easily as if I was made out of paper, then got up from the bed and turned the lamp in the corner off. There was a smaller one on the bedside table, which they flicked on, bathing us in a dim, yellow glow. I could see them, but only just.

They tugged the duvet out from under me, climbed on top of me, and pulled the covers over their shoulders, leaning down for a kiss. Touching, but not looking too much, just like I had asked. Their fingers found my waistband.

“Can I take these off?” they whispered, and I nodded, helping them to pull my underwear off of me, wiggling out of them.

I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it past their shoulder, leaving my binder on, and relishing the feeling of their skin against my stomach as they lay on top of me. They kissed my neck so slowly it was torturous, and my breathing grew heavier. I could feel their strap resting against my thigh.

I spread my legs a little, inviting, burdur escort enticing them. They reached down and ran two fingers up and down my slit, and slipped them easily inside me.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” they asked, pulling back to meet my gaze.

“Yes please,” I breathed.

“What do you want?”

“I want you to fuck me,” I blushed.

“Say it again,” they held me gently against the mattress by my shoulder, pulling back enough to position their dick between my legs.

“I want you to fuck me,” I said, really truly meaning it.

“Good boi,” they said, and pushed the head of their strap inside me.

I made a muffled sound as I got used to them inside me. It felt good, but big, and daunting. I’d worn straps like that before. Hell, I’d worn straps bigger and known what to do with them, how to make girls feel so good they almost fell apart, how to make them forget everything but me.

But it had been years since I was on the receiving end, especially with someone I hardly knew, who I had to trust so completely and intimately.

Nic held themself above me with an arm either side of my shoulders. They moved their hips just a little, just enough, to fuck me a little deeper, and withdraw, and do it over and over again until I was taking their whole length inside me. They were reaching places I didn’t even know were there.

I spread my thighs a little wider. They fucked into me even faster, and the feeling of it was so intense I felt like I could turn inside out. My body rocked back and forth on the bed, the headboard banging against the wall like a drum. I grabbed a handful of bedsheet and clutched at it.

Nic’s body rolled against mine like a wave, their face close to mine, breath hot on my cheek. It felt so good to be held down like that, by a strong butch body, a network of rippling muscles and a need to please.

I tried to keep quiet at first, embarrassed to moan, but I couldn’t help it. I held onto their hips, feeling their steady rhythm inside of me, long strokes that threatened and promised to take me out of myself.

They reached down and pulled one of my thighs up, knee bent towards my chest to adjust the angle of their fucking. It hit right where they wanted it to, right where I wanted it to. In the dim light, I saw Nic’s cheeks flushed red, felt the exertion on their skin.

“You’re so sexy all sweaty,” I panted, between moans I could no longer suppress.

They let out a breathy chuckle, not letting up for a second. I wondered if I was as good as this when I was the one on top, whether my rhythm was this perfect and unrelenting. I felt as though I should be taking notes.

“Do you want to touch yourself?” they asked, and I nodded.

I slipped a hand between our bodies, feeling them pumping in and out of me with my fingertips, so wet it surprised me. With two fingers, I rubbed my clit in the same circles they’d gotten me off with the first time.

They lay on top of me again, lips attaching to my neck in that same secret sensitive spot. It all melted into each other. I gave into the pleasure, eyes closed, mouth open, grunting and whining as we worked on me together.

I came so suddenly it shocked me, my body spasming and nearly folding in half, gripping desperately onto Nic as it took me. Everything disappeared, except the feeling of their strong arms around me. I jerked like a marionette as they slowed down, fucking me through it, but not stopping until I flopped back onto their pillows, exhausted.

They withdrew from me gently, and slipped their dick out of the harness. I shut my eyes, muscles tensing and relaxing until I felt boneless. Nic came and lay beside me, pressing a kiss onto the side of forehead, right on the temple.

“You okay?” they asked, and I nodded. “C’mere?”

They opened their arms and I rolled onto their chest. We lay like that for a long while, them wrapping one arm around my back and stroking my hair with the other. They scratched over the shortest parts, which made me feel a bit like a cat.

My breath returned to me gradually, and I turned to look up at them. Their eyes, I realised, were very kind.

“How was that?”

“That was really good. Really, really good. I haven’t come like that in a long time,” I answered truthfully.

“Don’t tell me that, I’ll get cocky,” they joked.

“I think I’ll top better for the rest of my life, after that,” I pushed myself up to lean on my elbows, wiping the sweat off my forehead. They laughed warmly.

“Good. Very good feedback. Do you want to take a shower?”

They gave me a towel, a big blue t-shirt and a clean pair of underwear. I sluiced myself off in their bathroom and returned feeling like a little kid again. They followed suit, showering and changing into a pair of grey sweats, and no t-shirt.

“Between us, we’re wearing one whole outfit!” I quipped as we settled into bed.

They didn’t hold me. We settled on opposite sides of the bed, one pillow each, comfortably, companionably separate. Just as I drifted off to sleep, I felt them reach out a hand and place it gently on my back, just resting there. I slept well that night.

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