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The movers strain and sweat in spite of the cool Autumn air. Watching from the property fence, with pink shorts and tie-shirt in the front, I am amused at their frequent glances at my body. A voice behind me, sensual, says, “Dear, you have an attentive audience!” Perhaps she had felt my own gaze earlier on her ass as she was weeding her lovely garden. There’s a wonderful smile and her eyes are brown and bright. They don’t hide her thirsty approval of my tanned figure near the fence. She also has no bra, and it is apparent to me when she was on her knees with the hand-spade that under the thin, tight shorts…no panties. With my back to the sweating men, they could not see me lick my lips….

“My name is Betty!” she gushes in greeting, her nipples large, prominent in her hubby’s T-shirt. “I’m so glad that someone has finally moved next door to me!” Her eyes scan again, and I smile when I move closer to the fence.

“Dot,” I smile. “And your smile is wonderful! I hope we can become VERY good friends!” I spread my legs, rocking a bit, and she notices the crease between my pussy lips through the tight shorts.

One of the movers shouts to me, “Hey, lady. I need to know what room you want this chest!”

I whisper to Betty, “That bureau has my “goody” box in the center drawer! If he opens THAT one, he’ll pole-vault back to the van!” Betty laughs so hard her tits giggle on the fence shelf!

I know she watches me sway to the van, and I am very aroused with so many eyes following every move. After I tell the man where to take it, he moves off…and I come back to the fence. Betty is still there, her gorgeous tits resting soft and full on the broad rail at the top. It’s 12” wide, so I rest my nipples on my side of the ledge. Betty does not budge when our nipples touch. Instead we say nothing for about 15 seconds, eyes locked in knowing. “Why don’t you come to dinner tonight, Dot? Hubby is out of town on a business trip, and I can give you a “proper” welcome. A bit of wine maybe? Fireplace? I’d love for you to come!”

“Delighted!” I reply, loving her use of the word, “come”, but with the wrong spelling!

“I’d dreaded the thought of being alone tonight. And I really want to make new friends, especially with you!” Her eyes grow very large, so beautiful and flashing in the sun. She pats my hand and looks at my nipples again. “I think,” she whispers, “We’ll get to know each other quite well…I’ll build that nice fire after dinner while we chat about many things, ok?” A soft finger barely grazes my hard nipple, and I arch to her.

“You’ve got a date!” I say sensually. “About 7?”

“Splendid,” she replies. “And dress very casual! I don’t think we’ll need any frills!” She watches me stretch, and we lock eyes again. With reluctance, bursa escort I twitch and sway again across the lawn to the house.

The entire afternoon so many erotic thoughts streak through my mind like sensual comets on a very pleasant mission!

I wear my favorite blouse, sheer black with lace that barely covers my nipples; plunged to just above my belly button. The skirt is split, tight, and short. I think it will show well in candle light…and SO delicious against the back-drop of a robust fire.

At 7, the journey across the yard is a wet flourishing mind-trip of anticipation. A rather stiff wind has cooled the afternoon air and my nipples react by straining through the lace….

Betty is so beautiful tonight; a mini draped with ½”ruffles at the bottom. She too has worn a wonderful low-cut peach blouse which plunges to her navel. There seem to be zillions of candles throughout the home. She holds a candle near my face.

“How beautiful you look!” she tells me.

“And you are such a beauty!” I reply. She has already started the fire, and tiny flames consume the huge log in the center.

The dinner is a feast! Prime rib, croissants, broccoli, baked potato…and a large bowl of Concord grapes for nibbling. She watches me roll a grape between my thumb and finger, smiling into my eyes when I lick it first, then let it ease slowly into my mouth. Her tongue moves very slowly over her moist lips and she moves a wet finger through her cleavage. “Ooooooo…that feels delicious!” she squeals.

“It looks scrumptious and inviting!” I purr. Her gaze is an erotic rake that devours my body.

We sit together on the sofa close to the fire. That, plus the candles, are the only light. But the dancing hues on the wall could not be more romantic!

On impulse I pull her close and hug her to me strongly. My breath is raspy, erratic. I can hear my heart pound in my head. My tongue moves gracefully, teasing over her neck and down that wonderful cleavage. ‘It will be so intense’, I think. ‘I want to taste very inch of this vibrant woman!’

She moves her hands to my ass and strokes with so much passion that I am ready to buckle!

“God,” she gasps. “I want you so much! I want everything! I want all of you!” I let my fingers move under the lace to her pussy……..oh God! She is so wet already!

Betty’s nipples grind urgently against mine, our nipples skiing blindly through our valleys.

When my fingers gently enter her drenched cunt, she humps and moans, her voice a sensual plead for more exploring.

I ease deeper into her, feel the juices increase in volume. She watches intently when I slowly lick my fingers. Her breath is short, uneven and her darting eyes cover every inch. I pull out again to taste, bursa escort bayan but she pulls my fingers to her mouth and sucks them like a cock.

“Your pussy is delicious,” I say softly. “I want to drink from your cunt forever!” I move into her pussy again, soak three fingers, then smear her nose and lips with the cream and lick, kiss, suck her mouth! Her hands grope my ass, fingers seeking my ass split. ‘Yes,’ I think. ‘She knows exactly what I like!’

The fire needs another log, so Betty lifts the wood onto the grate. She has undressed for me, and is on her knees, revealing the most appetizing ass I have ever seen! I crawl to her and flick my tongue from her clit to her puckered opening; smelling, tasting…needing to devour every drop of her sweet cum! With my thumbs I pry open her ass and ram my hard tongue deep and fast, twirling the walls and soaking my fingers in her dripping cunt! “Does hubby ever tongue-fuck your sweet ass?” I ask.

“Oh, God…yesss!!” Betty moans. “He knows it will make my cum explode all over his face!”

I stand up and remove my clothes, letting them drop to the floor in a sensuous pile. Betty is lying on the rug, drinking my body with her blazing eyes.

“I’m so happy you have a shaved cunt,” she says in a husky voice. With two fingers, I start to fuck my pussy, squatting a bit so she can see the long puffy lips. Gradually, I move closer. My other hand lifts my left tit to my mouth so I can suck my nipple.

Betty is absolutely trembling as she watches. Her tongue licks over her dry lips as I straddle her face and move my cunt around in a tight circle, covering it with my cream. Her tongue moves into my pussy like a rapier, plunging, thrusting, licking, sucking…moaning as her hips bounce and twitch on the rug. I can smell my cum and hers in the air; pungent, sweet…growing stronger as our cunts pulse and throb intensely. My nostrils flare and I gently push her face deeper into my gushing pussy. I can feel the juice flow down the canal to her hungry mouth. God, this woman forgot more about eating pussy than most women will ever learn!

She puts me on my knees close to the fire. The heat on my face cannot match the cauldron in my cove!

Betty eases a vibrator into my pussy on high speed, and her tongue stabs deeper into my twitching ass. The knowledge of the vibe humming on her tongue has my legs shaking with no control at all! The vibe twists on with steady rhythm, circling around, up and down. My cum is leaking out, ready to gush even more. My ass fucks her tongue with so much passion I fear she cannot breathe!

God, I want more and more!

“I wish this was your hubby’s cock in my ass, baby!” I scream.

“When he comes home, you’ll have it darling,” Betty escort bursa whispers. “He will fill your ass with his hot fucking cum, overload it with his delicious cream…and we will both suck it out of your ravishing asshole!”

I am ready to faint with that fantasy! The thought of my ass being filled with his cum at some later time enhanced the intensity of the moment….

Holy fuck! I am so thankful that I bought my house here!

Betty moves away, opens a drawer, and removes a gorgeous strap-on vibe. I lay on my back and spread my legs wide for that wonderful shaft to fuck me.

The strap has an inner cock that will fuck her pussy when she plunges deep. I spread my legs and the cock-head eases into the tight pucker. I can feel my ass muscles expand and suck the entire length. To my utter delight, it must be 12” long!

Betty’s tits are giggling as she fucks my asshole deep and hard, thrusting like a man deep into the hole. I pinch her nipples, watch them grow to granite grapes. God, she is so hot! I feel her cunt dribble cum on my ass cheeks as she fucks me. I raise my head and suck her nipples that bounce in a fury over my face. My pussy is squirting cum all over her thighs as the strap-on, ever plunging, moves faster in my ass. Before this night is over, I will be entirely drained! Fuck, it may take at least half-hour to recover!

Betty spreads a large sheet of soft plastic over the rug and I lie down again. She removes the strap and straddles my cunt with her pussy lips brushing against mine. I feel a slow trickle of warm pee running down my slit, and I know my eyes are bigger than teacups!

Then the golden torrent increases and runs down my ass crack to the plastic. She moves up my belly to my tits, letting the golden liquid cascade over my body. Then she inches close to my mouth and aims the drops at my lips. I open and taste the warmth, flicking my tongue over her cunt as she pees more and more over my face, nose, forehead, hair…everywhere!

I am sucking her pee hole now, tasting the scrumptious liquid and sucking her pussy, too.

Betty lies back on the rug and pries open her pussy for my hot pee to gush into her channel.

I have held it all night, and now it streams into her cunt like a broken dam! It flows down her ass crack, and she spreads wider to feel the strong spurts on the opening.

Then I gently ease a funnel into her ass and let my golden fluid gush into the wide opening. She is stroking her gorgeous clit while I fill her ass with my hot pee! I am ready to faint again with delight! It is so intense! I cannot get enough of this beautiful woman who has come into my life!

Finally, completely exhausted, we collapse on our backs and hug each other tightly.

“I want to watch you suck Ted’s cock, darling!” Betty tells me. “It really turns me on to see another woman’s mouth around his splendid dick!”

“Betty,” I purr. “We’ll give him the greatest suck and fuck he has ever known!”

© Dot Turner, January, 2001

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Lisa looked at the clock for the 34th time that afternoon. Oh, seven o’clock was only five minutes away now! She and Dianne had had a busy time of it this past week – Dianne busy late at work and Lisa with her nose in the books. Today however they had promised each other some time together and Lisa was on pins and needles for the fun to begin!

Lisa continued studying her Shakespeare and counted down the minutes. She and Dianne were both 25 and had met in high school. They went to the same college and there became more than just friends. While Dianne had gone into the working world after obtaining her bachelor degree, Lisa was a perpetual student and was working toward her masters – thanks to student loans! Tonight, though, for some reason, she couldn’t keep her mind on her studies!

Keeping her ear out for Dianne, Lisa got up from the couch, went into the bedroom, and began to light the scented candles. She had already changed into the white, silk gown that she knew Dianne liked. It fit her smallish body well – loose and flowing below the waist and tight around her 34A breasts. Lisa heard a car drive up and could barely contain her enthusiasm
as she turned off the lights and let the candles light the apartment.

Dianne unlocked the door and stepped into the warm, candle-lit room.
“Lisa?” she called out and her lover’s voice bursa escort answered her from the bedroom – “In here Dianne!” Curious now and thinking she knew what was in store, Dianne made her way to the bedroom and found Lisa lying down on the freshly-made bed, luring Dianne even closer. Dianne knelt on the bed and gave Lisa a kiss on the lips – a small peck that turned into a deeper kiss and sent a shiver down both women’s spines. Lisa helped her lover off with her blouse, noticing Dianne’s stiff nipples poking through her bra as she helped remove that article as well. Lisa then unbuttoned Diane’s jeans and helped her pull them off – giving little kisses all the way down Dianne’s thighs and legs all the way to her feet.

Lisa then told Dianne to lay down and reached over for the massage oil.
“You’ve been working hard, Dianne,” Lisa said, as she straddled Dianne, her warm mound nestling into the small of Dianne’s back. “It’s time to relax now and let the working world go.” Lisa rubbed the oil into Dianne’s shoulders – her hands moving in circles and lines around and up and down Dianne’s back. Dianne gave out a slight moan as Lisa worked out the kinks in Dianne’s back muscles. Feeling herself relax, Dianne lost all track of time as Lisa continued to work on her back and shoulders.

Finally, after what seemed like hours of the relaxing escort bursa massage, Lisa let a trickle of the massage oil slide between Dianne’s cheeks and took off her silk gown. The stream made its way all the way to Dianne’s pussy lips where Lisa massaged it in. Dianne groaned and rolled over as Lisa gently stroked Dianne’s pussy. Dianne had trimmed recently and Lisa let her hands slide along the sides of the pubic strip, enjoying seeing her lover respond to her touch. Lisa, still straddling Dianne, moved her hips briefly so that Dianne’s pubic hair tickled her shaved pussy. Lisa shuddered as her wetness joined briefly with Dianne’s and they moved in time with each other.

Pulling herself off of Dianne, Lisa straddled Dianne the other way in the 69 position. Lisa tantalized Dianne with her shaved puss just inches away from Dianne’s mouth, and moved her own mouth close to Dianne’s mound. Lisa
breathed heavy, warm air across Dianne’s pussy – teasing her, pleasing her, wanting her to want more. Finally, Lisa slowly dragged her tongue from the bottom of Dianne’s slit to the top, resting it on Dianne’s now-swollen clitoris. Lisa let her tender tongue slowly circle Dianne’s clitoris as she moved her hips lower and lower, closer and closer to Dianne’s waiting tongue.

Dianne could feel the warmth and wetness of Lisa’s bare mound and bursa escort bayan finally tasted it as she flicked her tongue out at the moist pussy lips. Lisa moaned into Dianne’s puss and began to lick Dianne faster – her passions inflamed as Dianne returned the favor by letting her tongue move in, out and around Lisa’s puss. The two were now caught up in the moment, their wet, sweaty bodies moving against each other as the incense candles
perfumed their lovemaking in this most intimate moment.

Both reading each other’s minds, each one let tongues concentrate on clitorises as fingers probed pussies and rears, sliding in and out as they moved against each other. Faster and faster now, the two beyond control as finally wave after wave of pleasure hit first Dianne, then Lisa – the
orgasms coming one after the other. The climax took them to another plane and brought them back to Earth as they felt the warm, fuzzy afterglow of their lovemaking. Their tongues slowing to a lapping, cleaning each other up, their senses and sense of time returning.

Lisa turned around and nestled in Dianne’s arms as they shared a sweet kiss and began to talk of life and work and school and how the world fit
together. Eventually, they fell asleep that way – waking up nude in each other’s arms with a rested body and a glint in Lisa’s eyes.

This was one of my first tries at erotica that I never had uploaded to Literotica, but I thought it would be fun to post it now 🙂 Hopefully, I’ve learned more since then and thanks to all the wonderful comments and support from you Literoticans! LizBeth

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Hello readers!

Yes, I realize it has been a while since I’ve posted. I just haven’t written anything I think that was suitable for LE. Maybe I’ll change my mind about something else, but this story I quite liked. I like to write romantic stuff but this will be a bit different (and shorter). I hope you enjoy it anyway.

-LadyDaisy

***

This was a bad idea, thought Cami as she drove her boyfriend Seth to another robbery. It may have been, but this was just another poor choice when she had made tons of them over the years. Her childhood was not great, but it could have been managed if she hadn’t fallen in with people like Seth. He wasn’t the first criminal she dated but he was definitely the one with the most offenses.

Cami saw Seth running out of the electronics store with everything he’d managed to grab.

“Go, quick! The cops are already coming.” he yelled at her, getting in on the other side.

“Alright!” She stepped on the gas to accommodate his request. Getting on the road, she could already hear the cop cars behind them. Seth fired his gun back at them.

Eventually, more cars came back the other way and Cami was trapped. She had to stop the car.

“Step out of the car, please.” Cami did and put her hands behind her. She tried not to bursa escort look at Seth.

When she was with Seth, Cami had been helping him with a lot of his illegal endeavors. She hadn’t quite realized how many until she found out how many till a judge read them all out. She was sentenced to 30 months in women’s prison.

Cami wasn’t sure what to expect. She was driven to the prison far out into the desert. There were some female guards, but the staff was mostly male. She was forced to strip and shower in front of them, which she felt self-conscious about. Cami was oddly relieved when a female worker felt around in her pussy.

The first day was the hardest, indeed, but this was Cami’s first time in prison and she would feel uneasy for days to some. She could feel an air of depression permeating the interior. Cami tried not to let that bother her. She was a bad, tough girl, and she would be able to keep that up in prison.

On the other hand, Cami had some feelings that she tried to ignore. She found the showers to be her favorite place. She also thought about the other women a lot. Her dreams were only about prison now. Some of her dreams and thoughts were sexual in nature. And again, she even liked the lady guards, perhaps even more than the male ones. Cami didn’t escort bursa really talk to anyone. Most of Seth’s friends were male and she didn’t talk to anyone at first. Some of the others seemed like friends, under the circumstances.

But she wasn’t a lesbian, anyway. She had never done anything with a girl, at least not while under the influence of anything. But still though, she was getting somewhat bored.

One day, she was in the prison library, looking at books. A blonde, stringy haired woman came up next to her.

“Hey, baby. You’re new right?” she said with a slight lisp.

“Don’t call me baby, please.” Cami said, taking a book out.

“I’m Sandy. I got five years for being a scam artist. Oh, I was the Da Vinci of scams but someone told on me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry that happened to you.”

“Let me guess. You were a sweet girl who fell in with a bad guy. But in here you’re a bad girl, who could can take her own.”

Cami sighed. “Do you want something, or…”

“Perhaps.” Sandy said, coming closer. “How have you been getting along with the others?”

“Alright.”

“Had any ‘fun’ in prison?” she asked.

“I don’t think prison is fun.”

“Oh, it can be. If you meet the right people.” At that point, Sandy kissed Cami right bursa escort bayan on the lips. Cami kissed back.

“On second thought, perhaps I can have some fun here.” Cami said, taking herself out of the kiss.

Sandy laughed. “Yeah, great.”

She pulled down Cami’s pants and her panties. and started kissing her thighs. Cami backed up against the bookshelf. Sandy then started kissing her lady parts, her lips making contact with Cami’s unshaved pussy lips. Sandy’s pink tongue came out, at first going a little bit outside, but then coming in for the pleasure. Cami certainly felt pleasure, her boyfriend never did this for her. Seth just wanted her to stick things up her vagina that weren’t toys.

Sandy, on the other hand had now moved on sticking fingers in Cami’s spread pussy. It turned out Cami had a lot of pleasure spots that Sandy was happy to have fun with. With each one, Cami closed her eyes and moaned. Sandy smiled. She was getting a lot of special enjoyment out of this too. She started jamming multiple fingers in to maximize the fun. As she did so, they heard someone behind them.

“Your time is up. Back to your cells.” The guard came in, not saying anything about the sex. It probably was commonplace, then. The inmates quickly calmed down and left.

When the lights went out Cami reached her hands down her pants and played with her pussy. For the first time in a while, she felt happiness. Perhaps prison wouldn’t be so bad after all. Her mind then went to what would happen when she was released…

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When shopping at an upscale department store Rachel found a golden opportunity. The hottest woman from her sorority in college, Andrea, had just ducked into a changing room. Nearly three years before, Rachel had a massive crush on the other woman. Tall, busty and a former cheerleader, Andrea was the kind of statuesque blonde that stars in movies, turns heads and marries as wealthy as she wants. It all started one night near the end of senior year.

After several years of contemplating coming out to her friends, Rachel had the courage to tell a few people. But, she had a crush on Andrea and didn’t want the other woman to re-interpret her behavior. One Friday night, they were playing truth or dare, and Andrea had ended up with a dare. Somehow, another friend had persuaded Andrea to kiss Rachel. In the end, it wasn’t just a kiss they shared.

“Kiss me,” Rachel said, playfully. She crooked a finger at the taller blonde girl and smiled. “You took dare, not truth, so pucker up, baby.” Somehow, the banter came easily, even though her heart was pounding. The tequila shots helped, and Rachel just brazenly asked her best friend and crush to kiss her. “Come on,” Rachel continued, leaning forward and tilting her head, “It’s just a game.”

Andrea smiled then and leaned in, placing one hand on top of the other woman’s as she did. With her head tilted down, she covered the smaller woman’s face with her long blonde hair and slid her lips, briefly, against her friends. Then after a brief hesitation, she slid her pink tongue out, surprising Rachel for a moment before she responded in earnest. Slipping her tongue out to quickly caress the blonde’s pink lips, Rachel started to kiss her friend passionately, probing her mouth with gusto. Andrea, taken a bit by surprise, allowed the other woman to explore freely and just let her tongue hold still.

Moments passed as Rachel continued to kiss her best friend, with their other two friends watching and giggling even louder. Andrea took no notice of their laughter but started to kiss Rachel back, raising a hand to wrap around the smaller woman’s head. Holding her long black hair, Andrea continued kissing her, tilting her head, flicking her tongue and playing with the other woman. Their kiss lasted several minutes, while eventually, the other two girls just stared, getting excited themselves. Andrea could barely believe what they were doing, but it felt so good, so natural, that she kept going long after putting the, “Dare,” out of her mind.

Exploring her friend’s mouth, tasting her sweet, soft lips was unlike anything the blonde expected. While she heard rumors that Rachel might be bisexual or lesbian, it never occurred to her that the other woman might be interested in her. Sure, Andrea had tons of attention from men. But never before had she been so close to a woman who might find her attractive in a non platonic sense. For her, the idea was just foreign. Not a bad idea but just one where Andrea had never given it any real thought, one way or another. Kissing Rachel, in those minutes, made her question a great many things about her own sexuality.

Rachel, unfortunately, broke the kiss and was feeling overwhelmed with emotion. Heart pounding, she looked into her friend’s eyes and then at her other friends, swallowing hard. “Well,” she said, breathing hard, chest rising underneath her tight cotton top. “Impressive. Okay, so who’s turn is it now?”

Looking around, anywhere but at her friend, Rachel tried to reconcile what just happened and not give away her completely hard nipples. Poking through her bra, on display for anybody to see, she was wearing arousal like a thick perfume. Only, after the sudden split, Andrea felt less confused and slightly hurt, though for no reason she could really name. For a minute, the idea of exploring with her friend, of doing something most straight women would never try, seemed like a good idea.

Then when Rachel pulled away, Andrea told herself that she had imagined it and that Rachel wasn’t interested in her, only playing the game. How wrong the blonde would never know until three years later. While out shopping in a local boutique, she was getting some special lingerie to entertain a guy she had just started dating. None of her relationships had lasted, and it was almost a year since she lost touch with any of her college friends, except for one, Susan. She had not seen Rachel since graduation, despite their being Facebook friends and still living in the same city. Their social lives had drifted apart, mostly because Rachel had started acting odd around the other woman. Meanwhile, Andrea’s first real boyfriend moved in with her after graduation while he finished medical school, and Andrea didn’t have time for a lot of things in her life, including some of her former friendships.

Not only that, but the dramatic breakup with her boyfriend that followed a year after graduation, moving in with her parents for a while and changing jobs had rocked Andrea’s universe like nothing else. Having been used to so many people, bursa escort men and women, just doing what she wanted, the professional world, where she couldn’t always trade on her looks, made for a difficult transition. Doing well for a while and just starting to date a new guy, she felt her lift was on track once more for the first time in years. The lingerie department was upscale and her first big, fun purchase to splurge and say, “I’m worth it,” since being on her own.

That late June, Rachel was walking towards the dressing room where she just saw Andrea enter, when she could not help herself. She followed the other woman up to the door, then almost knocked. Instead, she looked around and took a deep breath.

After she changed out of her clothes, Andrea was just about to put on this sexy black mini skirt and tube top to try them on. Normally, her bust, 36c, is hard to find a fit at any size, even though Andrea stood only five feet six. Lost in the act of folding her pants, she didn’t notice the door open.

In walked a shorter woman, five three, with long black hair and a sheer blouse on over a small black mini-skirt. She quickly locked the door and stripped out of her blouse before noticing the other woman standing there, clad in lacy black satin underwear, blue eyes wide. Her long blonde hair was pulled over one shoulder and she stood there, staring at the intruder, until she finished taking off her own blouse and kicking her heels to the side.

“Excuse me?” Andrea asked, embarrassed and frustrated. She’d never had somebody barge into a dressing room before, in all her twenty-five years. The few times something close to this had been where the other person blushed and shut the door.

Looking startled, the shorter Asian woman glanced over and saw Andrea standing there, pink nipples growing hard underneath her lacy black bra. Stunned, she looked at Andrea as if she was from another planet, or simply couldn’t be real. Three years later, and her friend’s body was as lovely, or even more so, than before.

Not knowing what else to say and already clad only in her mini-skirt, the Asian woman stuck out her hand, “I’m Rachel.” Confused, Andrea took the other woman’s hand and shook it, not sure if she was being pranked or what was happening.

“Nice to see you, I guess,” she said, quickly disengaging the handshake as quickly as she could. “Why are you here?”

“Trying on clothes,” Rachel said, giggling. “I didn’t expect to find such an attractive blonde in here though, I thought it was empty. And I certainly didn’t expect to see one I know!”

“Did you knock?”

“Nope, just tried the handle.” Rachel leaned forward, stepping uncomfortably close to Andrea, even in the large changing room. “You have amazing nipples, by the way.”

“What?”

“Your nipples,” Rachel said, smiling, showing her pearly white teeth and naughtiest smile. “Near as I can tell, you have beautiful aureolas,” she continued. “Even if I didn’t like women, I’d be tempted,” she said, reaching out casually towards Andrea’s chest.

Andrea could not believe the other woman barged in, said she was lesbian or bi and was only an inch away from getting to second base. Normally if she was drunk, another hot woman like Rachel coming on to her would be flattering, and perhaps she’d consider kissing or making out. The truth or dare game flashed through her mind, along with the rumors, and she got confused. Irritated.

“What do you think you are doing?” She finally demanded, making no move to step back but also enjoying the feeling, despite the awkwardness, of the other woman’s fingers on her nipples.

“Why, I think I’m hitting on you,” Rachel said, laughing softly. “These are amazing,” she said, “And I know they are real. Wow.” She paused, looking up into Andrea’s blue eyes, her brown, slanted orbs intense. “I’d love to see them,” she said. “Please? I’ve wanted to see them, to touch them, for years.”

Without saying another word, Andrea reached back and removed her bra, too tempted to not let the incredibly hot Asian woman at least touch her. She let the pink bra fall to the side and slid her hands up her sides, shivering, wondering how far she would go. Rachel reached out and grabbed her hands before they got to her breasts and slid them over her own shoulders. “Here,” she said, leaning forward. Grabbing the taller blonde’s breast, she whispered, “These are beautiful,” squeezing even harder. “You are so sexy.” Flicking her tongue out, Rachel licked the blonde’s stiff pink rosebud, red lips shinning in the fluorescent light. The blonde’s knees wobbled as the other woman started to flick her nipple, the wet, warm sensation seeming to drive electric shocks all the way through her toes with each flick of the woman’s tongue.

“You’re not leaving this booth,” Rachel said, “Until I’ve tasted you.”

Andrea could not believe the confidence in the smaller, petite woman’s voice. Shivering, she started to lose any remaining inhibitions, feeling the other woman’s soft, delicate escort bursa lips caressing, sucking on her nipple drove any notion of rationality far from her mind. Moving her hands up to Rachel’s silky black hair, she pulled the other woman’s head tightly against her chest, trying to stifle the moan the threatened to escape her lips. Inwardly, she felt herself grow weak in the knees and her legs started to buckle as the Asian woman’s skilled lips and tongue moved from one nipple to the other.

“Oh,” Andrea finally blurted, low and husky. “Mmm,” she said, “That feels so good.” She tried to keep her voice a whisper but the words seemed to hang in the air, louder than she expected.

Feeling the blonde’s hands wrap themselves into her long black hair, Rachel could not believe her luck. Today was not the first time she had fantasized about being in a dressing room with another hot woman but it was the first time she had ever tried such a bold move. She licked and sucked each nipple in turn, loving the texture of Andrea’s soft, pink nipples against her mouth. The saliva she was drooling across the other woman’s chest left a wet, shiny trail in between her breasts. The sight and sound of the other woman’s moans, soft as they were, drove Rachel wild with lust. She started to kiss the other woman’s collarbone, moving her lips up to the blonde’s exposed earlobe.

Nibbling softly, she bit Andrea’s earlobe, careful not to bite the gold earring. “I’m not sure I can do this without screaming,” she said, licking down the other woman’s neck, shivering as she did. “However, it’s been too long since I’ve had a woman underneath me and I simply can’t let you go.”

“Oh?” The blonde asked, arching her back, pushing her panty clad center harder against the Asian woman as she started to slide her tongue further down her tight, toned stomach. “If you can’t let me go, then you’ll have to have your way with me.”

Rachel hardly heard the last thing the blonde said, so caught up in the mesmerizing sight of the other woman’s belly button ring. She looked at it for a long moment, licking and biting the tender, pale flesh around her belly button before moving down. With one hand, she gently pushed the taller woman, who sat back abruptly, feeling the hard, cheap bench collide with her bottom in a not gentle fashion. Leaning down, Rachel looked into the other woman’s brown eyes, gauging her desire. Feeling her own center heat up, she leaned in further, pressing her red lips against the blonde’s pink ones in a long, soft kiss. Parting her lips, she gently slid her mouth against the other woman’s, sliding her tongue out after a moment. Licking, she slid her tongue and lip together against the blonde’s mouth, her saliva drenching their chins.

Hungry, she slid her right hand down to Andrea’s left breast and started to play with her nipple again. The pin nub grew even more stiff, at which point, the Asian woman slid her tongue back down the blonde’s chest so she could suck on the tiny, erect nub. Feeling her tongue slide down the other woman’s chest sent a tingle in between her thighs, and by the time she pressed her head against Andrea’s chest to suck on the pink nipple, the blonde was moaning softly.

Feeling the asian woman’s tongue slide down her chest, the blonde could hardly believe how wet, how excited she was. The kiss had felt amazing, Rachel’s mouth sweeter than she could have imagined. The other woman’s expert tongue stroked her nipple with finesse, sending a constant stream of pleasure tingling through her thighs and wet panties. Biting down on the blonde’s nipple, the Asian woman looked up through her thick, dark eyelashes, hoping it was okay to give the blonde a tiny bit of pain. Seeing only lust, Rachel bit just a little harder, making the hot blonde shiver against her as her right hand slid down, roving over the blonde’s panty clad bottom, slick from her leaking pussy.

Giving Andrea’s hip a little smack, Rachel then stood up, face flushed, and leaned forward to give her friend a kiss. Pulling Andrea up from the bench, she wrapped her arms around her waist. Eyes closed, she brushed her lips against the blonde, sliding her tongue gently into the blonde’s mouth. Her chest touched, their stiff nipples pressed together as the flesh of their soft, creamy breasts melded together. Moaning, the Asian woman squirmed, tongue swirling. Rachel drowned in the heady sensation, grinding her luscious chest against the other woman. Thighs on fire, she reached around and slides her hands along the slightly taller woman’s back, eagerly tracing her flesh.

“Tasting your mouth is driving me wild,” Andrea moaned, pulling her head back. “Lick me,” she begged, reaching back to grab the Asian woman’s hands. Rachel slid her arms down to her friend’s lower back, then griped the blonde woman’s panty line. Pulling down, she got the other woman’s panties half way down her thighs before Andrea gasped, sliding her hands down her soft, smooth ass cheek. Inhaling deeply, Rchel’s nostrils filled with the scent of the bursa escort bayan blonde’s exposed mound, the smell of her arousal sweet. Mouth soaking with saliva, she leaned in, kissing Rachel deeply once more. With her butt crack getting probed by the smaller woman’s fingers and her mouth dancing, sucking, Andrea started to grow light headed.

Pulling back from the kiss, Rachel’s eyes grew slitted as she grinned impishly, sliding her hands down her hips to push her lacy panties down to her ankles. Stepping out of them, she leaned forward and pushed Andrea, who sat back abruptly on the bench. Stiff nipples exposed, she looked up at the smaller woman who started to slide one hand in between her legs. Covering her bald nether lips, Rachel started to slide a finger in between her labia, soaking the digit, before sliding it inside. Moaning, she closed her eyes and bent her knees, fingering herself, pushing her finger in and out. Red lips quivering, she withdrew her fingers. Grabbing the blonde’s hair, she pulled her head back and stuffed her fingers in her mouth.

All three which were slick from the Asian woman’s pussy pushed into Andrea’s throat. Gagging, she swallowed hard, the taste of the other woman’s cum cloying in her mouth, driving her wild. Thighs leaking, Andrea spread her legs wide, blue eyes looking up at Rachel pleadingly. Unable to say the words, the blonde simply reached up to her nipples and squeezed them, one tit in each hand. Then she slid her right hand down to her thighs, tracing the line of her groin. Before she could start to give herself the relief her pussy was aching for, Rachel grabbed her hand, shaking her head, “No.” Black hair swishing hypnotically, Andrea watched, unmoving, as Rachel slowly knelt in front of her.

On her knees, the petite, busty Asian woman seemed even more slight to the taller blonde. She only had to tilt her head slightly to kiss the top of Rachel’s forehead, before the other woman knelt down further. Kissing her stomach, she made her way down to her thighs in one long movement. Slipping her tongue out, Rachel gently lapped up the skin of Andrea’s inner thigh. Moving her head, tickling the blonde with her long, raven black hair, Rachel slowly kissed her way along the other woman’s leg. As she did, her nose filled with the scent of the blonde’s desire, her pre-cum filling her nostrils.

Inhaling deeply, Rachel grew hungry and only one taste would satisfy her craving. She slid her tongue along the blonde’s inner thigh, pushing her legs wider apart. Almost on all fours, she reached up with her right hand, gently revealing her slick inner lips. Labia swollen, the blonde’s pussy was slick, a trail of pre-cum stretching from her lower lips all the way to the wooden bench. Moving her face down, Rachel started to lick around the edge of Andrea’s labia, driving the woman wild.

Reaching down with her hands, Andrea nearly cried out as she felt the other woman trace the edge of her slick, swollen outer pussy lips. Digging her hand into the smaller woman’s long, black hair, the blonde spread her legs wide, pulling Rachel’s lips harder against her inner thighs. She bit her lip, wanting to cry out, knowing she couldn’t in the upscale department store. Just thinking about getting caught made her anxious but the pleasure she felt as Rachel’s tongue slid over her inner lips drowned out any thoughts of stopping.

“You’re sweet,” Rachel said, looking up for a brief moment, her lips slick, shining under the fluorescent light. “I’m going to eat you up.”

“Please,” the blonde moaned in response, using her left hand to squeeze her pink, pert nipple. “Stick your tongue in my pussy.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Rachel slid her tongue sideways, sucking up and mixing her saliva with the slick rivulet of pre-cum. Hungrily, she started to slide her tongue into Andrea’s dripping pink lips, making slurping sounds as she did. Kneeling down, she could feel her own lips dripping in response to the heady, sweet scent of the taller woman’s slit, filling her nostrils and mouth. She wanted to cum so bad, Andrea could not help pulling the Asian’s head harder still, feeling the edges of her lip covered teeth pressing into her pubic mound.

On fire, she started to lift her ass off the bench, with her heels on the floor, she balanced with her left hand on the wood. Bucking and whimpering, loud enough for the other dressing room occupant’s to hear, the blonde started to breath harder and harder. When Rachel finally slipped her tongue upwards, towards her clit, she sat down hard on the bench. Leaning back into the wall, she pushed herself off the bench, into the Asian’s hungry, soft lips.

Licking her right hand, Rachel reached up and spread the blonde’s pussy lips wide, starting to play with the entrance. Through dark eyelashes, she looked up at Andrea, lips and chin slick, grinning. Just as her finger started to slide inside, she slowly stretched, moving her face upwards. First kissing the pale, hard expanse of Andrea’s pubic mound, then sliding her tongue upwards, towards her stomach. Teasingly, she pushed her finger deeper inside, feeling around for the blonde’s g-spot. Sliding a finger into her waiting, parted folds, the Asian woman loved the smooth, slick feeling of penetrating the busty woman.

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Author’s note: So I haven’t done creative writing in a while – and I’ve never done creative writing about sex so bear with me here! Also I totally wrote this with the help of my vibrator so .. I hope everything is copacetic here. I didn’t even re-read it. LOL.

*****

I want to rent a nice hotel room somewhere in town. I’ll let you know when to meet me there and leave a keycard at the front desk for you. When you arrive the first thing you’ll notice is that the lights are off and the room is lit by vanilla scented candles with a few rose scented candles as well.

Music is playing quite softly. It’s barely audible, but there. A subtle presence complimenting the scents of roses and vanilla. It’s downtempo and classical, a non-intrusive piano with little other accompaniment.

It doesn’t take too long for you to notice something else – the smell of pizza. Oregano, rosemary, garlic and onion, hot cheese, your favorite toppings .. it all wafts through the room from a box on the table. You smile and shut the door behind you quietly.

There is light coming from the bathroom where the door is barely ajar. You know I’m in there. You take the time to grab a slice of pizza and pour yourself a glass of wine from the bottle sitting in a bucket of ice just behind the pizza. You’re like pretty hungry I imagine. After this you stroll to the bathroom door with wine in one hand and pizza in the other then nudge it open with your foot.

As predicted – I am there! In the tub, totally covered up to my collarbone in mountains of bubbles, and also eating pizza. I smile – of course I smile, and I set the crust down on the edge of the tub. I sink down in the water until it’s at the bridge of my nose but you can see that I’m still smiling from the wrinkles at the corners of my eyes. You can also see that I’m blushing quite a lot. I seem to be, all at once, shy and obviously wanting. Also very, very playful.

In comic fashion I arch a single eyebrow. It isn’t truly seductive as much as it is ironically seductive. I don’t need to say anything because we both know we’re going to bang like bonobos tonight. Saying anything is ill-advised. Everything I have to say about seduction is corny and crass and better suited for the lyrics of a song by the Bloodhound Gang. I’m trying to be romantic as much as possible. I stay silent and blow a few bubbles. So sexy.

You laugh and sit on the floor across from me to eat your pizza. You’re trying to hide it but you’re blushing too. Yes, we are definitely going to bang like bonobos tonight.

I move to the edge of the tub and I can’t take my eyes off of you. Why does the way you eat pizza turn me on? Why does everything you do turn me on? I could philosophize extensively about that but you’re done with the pizza and taking your clothes off. My eyes widen in an inaudible expression of “yay!”

You take your shirt off and catch my eyes again. You lean over the tub, shirtless and bra-less, to give me a kiss. All pretense of being shy abandoned, I’m holding myself up out of the water and meeting you as you bend over. My hands are braced against the edge of the tub. It’s a long kiss – the kind of kiss that makes you want to suffocate a little so it doesn’t end.

It ends when I feel your hand groping my right breasts suddenly. At first I squeak. I’m surprised. You smile and I moan. I’m still trying to get closer to you bursa escort and I might fall out of the tub. You hold on, and rub your thumb over my nipple. My affinity for sports bras hides the fact that I actually have c-cups and they are the perfect handful. You play with me for a moment, smiling into my cheek as you listen to the way my breathing hitches with lust.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day .. ” You say and to that I say, “hashtag same.”

You laugh again and pull away but I grab you by the hips. I start undoing your belt and I pull your pants down – fast. I’m very, very fast. I start on your underwear but you still my hands. I look up and you’re smiling down at me – at how much I want this. I find I’m smiling too, and blushing again. I sink back into the bubbles to hide from your teasing looks as you remove the rest of your clothes.

I rest the back of my head against the porcelain and slip my hand between my legs. I’m so turned on. I’ve been turned on for a while now but it’s completely sublime and overwhelming with you this close. I’m wet. The water does little to mask that I am very, very physically wanting. I want to be a showman so I begin to move my hand back and forth, stirring up how I feel. My breathing gets harder and … I close my eyes, open my mouth and I moan so loudly. It is so honest about how much I crave you right now.

You basically crash into the water above me. Your hands are on my shoulders. Your knees are by my hips. Water splashes out of the tub along with a lot of the bubbles. You settle back and sit on my thighs. My knuckles graze the cleft between your legs and even from such a slight touch I can tell you are just as physically wanting as me.

I open my eyes and my hand stills. I’m looking you in the eyes. I moan again, but it is caught in my throat. This time it was unintentional. My hips strain upward. There’s a moment of tense silence. The look on your faces seems to convey a calculating question that you’re posing to yourself – “where do I begin” I am not nearly as composed.

“Come here?” I plead. You lean forward, bringing your face near to mine.

I reach up from the water and place my hands at the back of your neck – pulling you towards me but very gently. I’m trying not to start begging so quickly but I was already very worked up when you got here. You acquiesce and kiss me. Your hand goes to my breast again. The other arm slips behind my neck. I love the feeling of you on me, holding me, groping me, kissing me .. The noises that I make are happy and chipper at first but then all of your motions slow down. I start moaning in need again – totally breathless and still preferring more of you to oxygen.

You pull away from kissing me to put your mouth near my ear. “Tell me what you need.” You’re still massaging my breasts. I’m still moaning. I forget words. The inflection in my voice becomes even more needy as I process that I should probably respond to what you’ve said. You start whispering suggestions in my ear as your hand releases my breast and goes between my legs. You start stroking my clitoris as you tell me everything you want to do to me. There are some amazing options proposed yet none of this is helping me to find words. You bite my earlobe. I’m speechless still.

Your fingers linger and still, tensed against me for what you’re sure I’m going to say. “Please, please, bursa escort bayan please … ” I discover a word. Just one. You shake your head. “Please Brittany.” I can feel you smile against my cheek and lick my neck but you’re still not giving me what I want. What I need. You lay on top of me in the water for a long moment while I catch my breath. I’m still straining against your fingers to try to get what I can’t figure out how to ask for.

You’re talking again – this time in calmer, dulcet tones. You tell me how pretty I sound, and so many other lovely things that you think of me. I’m so incredibly blissful and wanting, and it takes a moment but I find the words. My hands are still on the back of your neck, holding you close. Your ear is near to my mouth.

“Fuck me please. Please put your fingers inside me. Please, please fuck me hard and make me come. I need you Brittany.”

You became quiet when I started talking and now you’re kissing against my neck. You kiss my cheek. You rise up a little and look me in the eyes. The absolute love there is completely overwhelming to me and I have to close my eyes. My hips strain again and I’m mumbling, “please”

Two fingers slide into me easily. I sigh with relief. I feel kisses on my eyelids as you start to move your hand to and fro. My jaw tenses and I’m silent. I move my hips. The only sound I make is the breath that moves through my nostrils. You’re starting a steady, slow rhythm that I savor intensely. I may not be moaning but there is absolute rapture written across my features. I can feel your breath on my face. The thought that you are right there – staring at me intently and studying my expression makes me shiver. There’s a corresponding contraction in the musculature of my pussy. You hold your fingers in deep in response, and don’t withdraw.

I feel you move. I feel your mouth at my neck. You lick along my jaw and I extend my neck. You start sucking at the skin there – bursting the tiny blood vessels there to form a hicky. I moan but again it doesn’t really come out. It gets caught in my throat. You press in deeper with your hand and there’s another similar noise. You bite my neck and my mouth pops open. The sounds escape again. Your hand starts moving again – this time faster.

I’m panting and emitting tiny moans with every inward thrust. They’re limited in volume by the fact that my breathing is so shallow and rapid. I’m quickly losing control of my body. You bite down harder. I yell – “oh my god! Oh my, oh my, oh, oh, oh .. ” You’re listening to encourage my continual vocalization. You love hearing it.

“There you go ..” You whisper in my ear in a husky voice filled with lust and more than that – possessiveness. I’m lost in the feeling that everything you are doing to me, inciting in me – it’s such evidence of how much I belong to you. I love to lose control of myself to you like this. I’m so overwhelmed.

You’re fucking me in earnest now. You push your fingers in and out. There is less and less resistance to the penetration as my body opens up to you. I’m falling silent again as I become breathless. I feel like you are driving the air from me and that I don’t even have the power to reclaim it on the inhale. You’re not okay with the silence.

You manage to slip in a fourth finger and you have your thumb on my clit. You’re kissing bursa merkez escort my neck and speaking to me more. You slow your hand and curl the fingers inside of me. “Come on babe, come on” I let out a long groan that picks up at the end in time with a particularly inundating thrust to reward the noise. “Good girl,” you murmur sweetly and still your hand entirely.

My eyes open and just like that I’m looking at you. I moan softly, involuntarily. “Brittany?” I ask. Your curling fingers are just feeling at the inside of me and when I move my hips the sensation is incredible. I’m on a divine plateau. “Brittany?” I ask again, and you lean in close. I close my eyes.

“Tell .. me .. what .. you .. need .. ” You move very, very slowly as you speak. I feel your other hand shifting behind me. Your fingers play with my hair at the base of my neck. “Oh, oh, oh ..” I’m murmuring constantly, without words again. You’re waiting. You’re patient, and you have almost a sympathetic look on your face. Your thumb is constantly rotating over my clit. The look of sympathy fades away and is replaced by one of studied determination. You start to periodically increase and decrease your speed – toying with me on this plateau. You continue this for several minutes. My moaning is quiet but constant.

“Baby?”

“Uh?”

“Tell me.”

You stop moving entirely with your thumb resting on my clit. My hips jerk in protest. I’m panting. I open my eyes and I can see you smiling. I am absolutely devastated from the stimulation and I stare upward with glossy eyes and an absolute look of dumb lust.

“Please Brittany ..”

“Yes?” A small thrust that makes me jerk and moan.

“Make me, make me,” I find it hard to complete the sentence.

“Close enough!” You declare and grasp my hair. You pull my head back and bring your mouth to my neck again while you resume absolutely fucking me.

“- Come! I’m gonna come! Oh my god!” I’m yelling now. You’re biting and sucking. You move your mouth to my breasts while keeping my head held tight where it is by the hair. Your nails dig into my scalp while your teeth dig into the flesh of my breasts. You keep your fingers crooked and your thumb on my clit while you pump in and out. There are tremors running through my body. My hips are jerking. I feel like I’m losing my mind with pleasure, and I’m panicking. You’re holding me there. Everything you do holds me there – underneath you, forced to feel what I need.

My legs try to shut but you crook your feet to the inside of the calves and keep them against the sides of the tub. I am so completely inundated with sensations that I try to block them out. I love it, I love it so much but I can’t help but try not to come. I’m tensing up so much, and my hips are bucking. You keep fucking me harder and faster. Your hips are moving too. You bite hard on my breast to try to make me come but it doesn’t work. Your hand is getting sore and you are getting desperate.

You start talking to me again. “Come on, come on baby. Come on, let go. Just let go. Let go.” And I do. I gasp. I bring in so much air. You pull my head against your neck as my mouth opens to scream while a massive orgasm takes me over. I bite into your shoulder and you gasp. “Uh uh uh” I’m still trembling, whimpering even, as it leaves me. I removed my teeth from your shoulder. Your hand eases my head back to the edge of the tub. You sit up and massage yourself where I bit you. I lay there as limp as a ragdoll and I try to catch my breath. You quickly come back down to me and wrap both of your arms around me protectively. Blindly I wrap my arms around you too.

“I love you” is murmured back and forth.

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I had never spent half a concert watching a friend eat out another woman. Did the whole come to more than the sum of the parts, or did each detract from the other? After Ekaterina had orgasmed for the third time, Emm was allowed to take her seat next to her new Mistress. Her face, marked as it was by the evidence of Ekaterina’s passion, glowed with an inner satisfaction. I realised that Emm had found her way to harbour. The storm of the last days had ended. However strange it seemed to me, this new state was the submissive Nirvana Emm had always sought.

Happy as I was for her, I kept a wary eye on Ivana, who clearly had an itch she wanted me to scratch. She had her hand on my thigh, and several times slid it up my skirt. Before my sudden passion for Sarah, I should have been only too happy to have obliged; now I declined. It came to me that the storm of the last days had brought me, too, to my safe haven. What did they say, “marry in haste and repent at leisure?” We would have to see. In any event, I kept my panties on!

As the audience rose in acclamation. I swiftly explained to Ekaterina that I had a post-concert party to attend, with my girlfriend. She seemed cool. ‘Just be finished by two when my helicopter flies back to London. You and your girl can have a lift.’

That was, I later learned, typical of her. An imperiousness combined with an instinct to help, was one of her distinguishing characteristics. Ivana took my phone and typed in the number I would need. I looked at Emm, her make-up smeared by her earlier activities, smelling strongly of Oligarch, but smiling blissfully.

‘Please come, tiny tits.’

She was only that direct when aroused. I could see that Ekaterina was all she had desired. I kissed her. I could taste Ekaterina, who smiled.

I dashed back to the studio, where Sarah was packing her things.

‘All okay, darling? You look flustered.’

She kissed me.

‘You taste of cunt. What have you been up to, you little tart?’

Protesting my innocence, I explained what had happened.

‘Fuck, escort bayan Pixie, I leave you for an hour and you end up shagging some Oligarch.’

When I protested that was not fair, she laughed, said she knew but could not resist teasing me, and hugged me. She called me her little tartlet, and dragged me off the the party.

As the series had been a huge success, everyone, even the Maestro, was in high good humour. We toasted him, the Ensemble, and the crew. He thanked Sarah for her incisive comments, and then, to my surprise, proposed a toast to her and myself, ‘ The happy couple.’

The second violinist, whom I had noticed lingering close to Sophie, looked pissed off, and I could see her muttering to her neighbour. There are times when being able to lip-read is not a good thing, and this was one, as I caught the words:

‘Fucking midget, what does she see in her?’

Well, I let Sarah reply to the toast, accustomed as she was to public speaking, and cuddled up with her afterwards.

About one o’clock, with the party beginning to die down, I asked Sarah if she fancied flying back; she did.

I phoned the number. Ivana said a car would collect us at one forty-five.

It took me no time to pack; I never would get to sleep in that bed.

I settled the bill. The Receptionist smiled, ‘The Chambermaid says to thank you for being her easiest guest.’

At that moment, with me blushing, Sarah hove into view, and as her bill was settled by the BBC, she was ready in a jiffy.

‘I saw that blush. What happened, did you leave your dildo behind?’

Laughing, I made her giggle when I told her about the bed I had never slept in. As I turned, hand in had with her, I realised that there was something I had left behind, forever, and that was my old, rather lonely self. I squeezed Sarah’s hand, and we smiled at each other in that annoying way loved-up couples do; at least it had annoyed me, but now I was half of one, it felt different.

A tall uniformed Chauffeuse strode into the Reception area.

‘Miss görükle escort Poppet?’

I nodded, Sarah giggled again.

‘Come with me.’

We did.

We held hands in the back of the Merc.

After about ten minutes we were at a private helipad.

Our bags were ferried to the helicopter. Inside were Ivana, Emm and Ekaterina. I introduced Sarah, who seemed to go down well; I gripped her hand tightly. She smiled, and squeezed back, reassuringly.

The flight was smooth, and relatively short. Within the hour we landed on the roof of a tall tower block. Our bags were ferried off, and we were shown into a luxurious suite.

Ekaterina held the floor.

‘You will all sleep. But first a ceremony. Ivana, the instrument.’

Ivana brought a rod and a container.

‘Emm, all fours, panties down, ass up.’

Ekaterina and Ivana had never seen Emm’s peach-like bum, and were duly impressed. Emm was in a trance, her eyes shining. She lowered her silk panties, bent as instructed, and her ass looked perfect.

Ekaterina was handed a packet by Ivana and drew from it a golden object. It was a butt-plug with an diamond tip, on the head was an “E.” Ivana parted Emm’s ass-cheeks and then spat on Emm’s asshole; we were invited to join in, and did so. With Emm’s ass lubed by copious dollops of saliva, Ekaterina thrust the plug into Emm, who moaned. Ekaterina smiled:

‘Now, slut, you are mine. I shall have that brand removed and replaced with one of my devising. Kiss my feet.’

Emm shuffled round, and from behind I could see her cunt was glistening. As she licked the expensive leather of the Oligarch’s shoes, she grew wetter. Ivana pulled aside her skirt to reveal an enormous strap-on, she she proceeded to plunge into Emm as she licked the shoes.

Sarah gripped my hand, as I did hers.

Ivana’s eyes were wide with lust.

Emm’s head was on the floor, her haunches raised. As Ivana slammed into her, Ekaterina issued a command:

‘Cum, slut!’

Emm bursa elit escort came, copiously, lost in the fulfilment of her dream.

Ekaterina pulled away as Ivana pulled out.

‘Panties up and clean the strappy.’

Emm pulled them up, then crawled to Ivana purring.

‘Thank you, Mistress.’

She proceeded to clean the girl-cock.

Ekaterina smiled.

‘You are with me tonight.’

She left us with Ivana, who was clearly very aroused.

‘I don’t suppose?’ She began.

‘You don’t suppose right,’ I replied. I wanted only Sarah.

Ivana had a maid show us to our room. It was equipped with all we could want. But we wanted only each other.

Exhausted, we stripped and cuddled up in bed.

‘Fuck, Pixie, that was hot, make me cum.’

Always willing to oblige, I dived between her thighs, and began to pleasure her.

Her cunt was already aroused. I nibbled along each swollen lip, licking the sensitive spot between thigh and lip, before tonguing her wet hole. Sliding my tongue through her petals to penetration, my nose rubbed against her clit. I lapped at her, long and slow. I felt her hands on my hair, as she pushed me into her cunt. I knew her urgency. I pushed her clit back, then sucked it forward, sliding three fingers into her wetness. As I tapped that special spot, my teeth grazed her swollen clit. I felt her tense. My fingers were gripped by her cunt. She soaked my face as she came.

She pulled me up.

‘You know just what I need. Do you need, baby?’

‘I need just you, and sleep.’

It was true, and as we cuddled up, her warm body next to mine, her heartbeat steadying as she drifted into a deep sleep, I reflected on the events of the past few days.

Emm’s “dream,” and indeed her wildest fantasies, had come to pass, and I had seen from her eyes that she was not only deep in subspace with Ekaterina, but that another emotion was involved; Emm had fallen for Ekaterina.

As I wondered how she could do that so quickly, I smiled at my own unconscious hypocrisy. Who was I to talk? For the past few days I’d behaved like a total slut. The thought made me blush and made me wet, but I saw now that it was like one of those summer storms, violent and noisy; now it was gone. As my eyes closed, I reached out and touched my darling. Home safe!

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Lizette wasn’t a bad boss, as bosses go, in fact she’s a pleasure to deal with in a professional capacity. There can be some real bitches in the world of interior design. I’d been fantasying over her for months, ever since she’d started working here, she was a tall, dark haired, Latin looking beauty, with firm boobs and a tanned shapely figure.

We’d been for a few drinks after work a couple of times but nothing had come of it. I don’t know if she realized I was gay and I still couldn’t work out where her passions lay. I started dreaming about what I’d do with her, but I put it to the back of my mind deciding it wouldn’t ever happen. Besides it wasn’t helping my work, sitting day dreaming about her lithe sexy body.

She asked me to come down to her office to discuss a few questions she had about the project we were working on. We aren’t a big company and the other three girls were out for the day visiting a new client. I knocked on her office door and heard her call for me to come in.

‘Hi Liz, I have the samples you wanted to discuss,’ I said coming into her office.

‘Ahh, great thanks Louise, take a seat, I’ll be right with you,’ she said turning to finish something on her Mac.

I closed the door behind me and walked to the seat in front of her desk, putting my folder Down, I waited for her to finish what she was doing, she smiled looking up at me nodding her encouragement, so I began.

‘These are the samples for the sofa in the games room’ I explained passing the material sample over the desk.

‘And this is the flooring I thought we could use’ I passed her a lump of the polished walnut planking.

As she took the walnut from my hand her phone rang, startled by its shrill ring she dropping the sample. It bounced once and skated its way across the office floor. As she took the phone I got up and went over to retrieve the timber, it had landed by her book case. I bent to pick it up, my back towards her, as I reached down I felt her hand lazily stroke my ass, her fingers caressing me through the green cotton of my shorts.

Straightening up and blushing, I turned to see Lizette still on the phone looking at me with a glint in her eye. Slowly she opened her mouth and licked her lips. Still on the phone, she rolled her chair back from the desk, and slowly parted her thighs. She was wearing a flowing red summer dress, her left hand slowly moved down to her bare tanned thighs and moved the thin cotton material upwards, making sure she pushed the red cotton far enough so I could glimpse the pink lace material of her panties.

‘No, I said they needed to have that work completed by Thursday,’ she said to the caller.

She smoothed the red cotton back over her thighs and then reached across to her desk, picking up the material sample for the sofa. Holding it up, she turned it over in her hand, as if appraising its texture and color, then she quite deliberately dropped it on the floor in front of her chair. She bit the corner of her mouth, her green eyes twinkling looking up through her lashes at me and mouthed the word ‘Opps’.

‘No, that’s not good enough, we’ve had too many delays on this project already’ she said more firmly.

‘Ok, Louise and I will be there on Thursday afternoon to check it’s all been finished off, ok bye’ she replaced the receiver and turned back towards me.

‘I don’t know what’s the matter with me today, I seem to be soooo clumsy’ she cooed.

‘Be a sweetie and get that for me bursa escort bayan would you Louise’ she purred.

I moved closer and slowly crouched down in front of her, my face only a couple of feet from her open thighs. I picked up the material and slowly placed it on her desk. Then feeling slightly nervous I lower myself down on the floor in front of her chair, wiggling my butt to get comfortable, I stretched out my long legs and wrapped my heels behind the wheels of her office chair. I pulled the chair towards me, Lizette opened her legs more as I pulled the chair closer.

I removed her high heels, one at a time placing them under her desk and with trembling fingers I pushed the thin red cotton material of her dress up her smooth tanned thighs. Lizette wiggled her butt forwards in the chair, bringing her pussy closer to me.

As I bend forward I can smell her perfume, it’s a pleasant summer fragrance and then I lean in and kiss the front of her pussy through the pink lace material of her panties. I Let my tongue lick up the flimsy material following the curves and folds of her pussy, I can feel her body tremble at the touch of my tongue. I reach up to pull her panties down, Liz raises her butt up slightly to allow me to remove the pink lace which covers her sex, I pull them down her thighs and then over her firm calf muscles, she steps out of them. She wiggles her butt back into her black leather chair.

I lean forward, and let my tongue slowly lick its way up the now naked folds of her pussy, nearly reaching her clit I stop and start licking from the bottom of her labia again. She shivers and lets out a small moan adjusting her butt on the seat, I feel the weight of her right leg as she lifts it up on to my shoulder.

Lizette then moves her left leg up and rests her foot on her desk, allowing her legs to spread wider. Her swivel chair moves backwards a small amount until I lock it in place between my calf muscles.

I lean towards her pussy again, this time I push harder spreading the folds of her labia wider as my tongue reaches the hood hiding place of her waiting clit. I let the tip of my tongue curl around it pushing against her clit, I kiss and then suck it gently feeling it hardening in my mouth.

Lizette gasps and giggles, I kiss her pussy and I let my tongue start its journey all over again licking up her pussy lips, pushing and probing as it follows its path back to her waiting clit. She moans deeply as I suck on the now hard bud of her clit, I let my tongue push and move over it in small circles I feel her hands move to hold my head and her hips rising up to meet my tongue. I suck harder and nibble on her clit I can feel the wetness build and smell the sweetness of Lizette’s musky scent.

I let my tongue probe against her now moist labia, driving into her wet pussy, in and out harder and faster I go. I take Lizette’s clit in my lips, I feel it’s heat and hardness, I suck and pull on it with my mouth and tongue. I feel her body tense, her hips urgently grinding hard against my mouth, my tongue swirls and flicks across her clit, faster, dipping in and out of her pussy and then back to her clit as her orgasm starts to build. She moans loudly begging me not to stop, I feel her hands clamping my head hard against her pussy.

I suck hard on her clit, now concentrating all my efforts on her slippery hard bud, I can feel her body tense and her hips buck upwards pushing hard into my mouth as she starts to bursa bayan escort cum, I greedily lick and suck her hot sticky cum as she pants and moans still grinding her pussy into my waiting mouth. I feel her body relaxing as the wave of her orgasm subsides, her hands trembling against my head she slumps back into her chair.

Lizette looks down at me a satisfied grin on her face, she makes to move forward in her chair thinking I’ve finished with her. I gently push her back in the chair and moving forward I kiss her wet labia, licking the remaining glistening cum from them. I kiss my way up her pussy and gently I kiss the hood which barely covers her tingling clit, I let my tongue push the hood aside and it flicks across the her hard bud. Lizette moans deeply at the pleasure she’s feeling, her clit still hyper sensitive after her first orgasm.

Slowly and still a bit shakily she moves her left leg off her desk and lets it drape over the arm of her chair, sliding her butt forwards on her now very wet chair she moves her right leg from my shoulder and drapes that over the chairs other arm.

Now I know she has fully surrendered to me, she squeals with delight as I curl my tongue across her most secret place. I take her clit in my mouth again and begin to suck it wrestling it with my tongue, I nibble it gently another squeal and I feel her hands back clamping my head firmly in place. I suck and tease her clit letting my mouth and tongue lick and suck it greedily.

Lizette moans loudly and releasing my head her fingers move to pull her labia wide revealing her wet pink sex. I need no more invitation and push my tongue as deep into her as I can, pushing it in and out as hard and fast as I can, Lizette moans deeply.

I turn my attention back to her now fully exposed clit, her fingers now wet and slippery with her own cum she struggles to keep her lips spread so wide. I don’t care now the lust has taken me over I can feel my own pussy oozing my sticky juices, my clit is aching to be touched and sucked, my green shorts have a wet patch of their own, I want her to cum harder than she’s ever experienced before.

So I suck harder on her clit, taking it into my mouth and pushing it hard with my tongue, kneading it between my lips. Lizette squeals I suck and suck harder and faster, pulling away I push my tongue deep into her pussy I taste her stickiness oozing from deep within her sex. I lick, suck and slurp it from her pussy. Lizette’s fingers now so sticky with her own cum she can no longer keep her labia spread so wide apart, she gives up I feel her wet fingers in my hair pushing me into her waiting pussy as my tongue lashes away.

I push two of my long fingers inside her pulling them back and then driving them deep into her waiting sex. I feel her wet sticky warmth as they slide easily in and out, I feel every contour of her most intimate place, her pussy tightening and relaxing responding to my touch, all the while my tongue sucks hard on her throbbing clit.

I keep this up, my fingers slipping and sliding their way inside her, my mouth and tongue clamped to her tingling clit, she squeals and moans, I feel her body tensing again, I hear her whimper begging me not to stop, my own fingers wet and slippery as they continue to slide their way in and out of her.

I feel Lizette’s hips thrust upwards and I pull my head back gasping for air, I move my left hand up towards her clit with my long bursa merkez escort fingers I start rubbing it as fast as I can. Lizette screams, her body shaking as my fingers keep up their motion, slipping and sliding on her wet clit. It’s hard pink bud tingles at my touch. Her whole body tenses and I feel her hips push forwards her back arches lifting her off the chair.

‘Ohhh, fuckkk, ohh’ she screams totally lost in the wave of her orgasm.

I feel her pussy muscles tighten on my fingers, I pull them out of her, my other hand still rubbing her clit as if my life depended on it. Her hips thrust forward again she squeals as jet of cum squirts in a beautiful arc from her soaking wet pussy, she squeals again in surprise, delight and lust. The squirt subsides to a trickle of cum following the contours of her now soaking pussy. My fingers are still rubbing her clit as fast as I can, she squeals again grinding her hips upwards as a second squirt of her sweet sticky cum splashes from her soaking depths.

I have no more energy in my fingers, I pull my hand away I can’t stop myself now my own pussy is on fire, over taken by the moment I suck and lick the sweet sticky thick cum from her labia, letting my tongue flow its sticky trail down to her tight asshole. She shivers and moans deeply as she feels my tongue flick over it.

‘Oh fuck’ she moans now totally spent slumped back in the now ruined office chair.

‘I’ve never cum like that, I mean I’ve never…’ Her voice trails off.

‘I’ve never done that, oh my god Lou you made me cum harder than I’ve ever done, I squirted over you, oh my god’ Lizette lay back in her chair a dreamy and very satisfied look on her face.

I lean forward again and slowly kiss and lick the remaining cum from her pussy, relishing its thick sweet taste, my tongue flicks over her still swollen clit and Lizette’s whole body shivers to my touch.

‘Oh fuck me, Louise where have you been all my life, I can’t begin to…’ once again her voice trailed off as she basks in the fully afterglow of what has just happened.

I look up from between her legs, my lips and chin dripping with her cum, shakily I unwrap my legs from her chair and slowly get up off the floor. I look down at the scene of sexual carnage I’ve created, Lizette sat back her legs still draped over the arms of her chair, her soaking wet pussy spread wide for all to see. Her eyes closed and the most contented look on her face.

Then I look down at my own figure, my nipples hard and proudly pushing against the thin material of my T-shirt, which is now soaking wet with a mixture of Lizette’s cum and my own lustful sweat. My green shorts with a dark damp patch at my crotch, I run my hands through my hair sweeping the strands of my bob cut up away from my face. My own fingers adding to the wetness from Lizette’s which have already matted it in places.

I bend forwards feeling my nipples tingle as the material of my T-shirt moves over them, Lizette opens her eyes and pulls me down to her. She kisses me urgently and greedily starts to lick her cum from my face, we kiss again more softly, sensually our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. She cups my face and I feel her still trembling after her orgasm.

She moves her hands down I feel their warmth as she brushes my nipples through the T-shirt. I straighten and she looks at me sticky, sweaty, horny and aching for her to fuck me.

‘Well, Louise you look Hot and Bothered and what’s happened here’ she reaches out and pushes her hand against my aching pussy, I feel her thumb as she rubs my clit through the soaking material. My legs trembling with excitement at her touch.

‘This won’t do’

‘No this won’t do at all we need to get you out of these wet things’ she says in a husky voice.

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Six years ago, I was 24 when my sexual desires and curiosity were satisfied. I was an only child and led a happy, but uninteresting life. Of course my parents loved me, but looking back, they led a rather staid existence. Throughout my schooling and college years I was rather plain and tubby. I wore glasses and my teeth seemed to forever be in braces. Boys weren’t interested in ‘plain little plump Ashleigh’. I applied my energies to studying and pursue a career. I was studying advertising. When I was 18, the braces finally came off. my teeth were straight and perfect. My body gradually started to transform. My puppy fat disappeared, I developed a waistline and my breasts swelled and firmed. The transformation didn’t happen overnight. By the time I was twenty I was a stunningly beautiful girl, according to my parents, with long shapely legs. Firm 36C breasts, with generous nipples were my greatest assets. People who had not seen me for a few years were amazed and couldn’t believe it was me.

Earlier my parents had bought me a computer, which I needed for my career. Eventually I outgrew the ‘toy’ pc and had to get a bigger one, with a modem. I was becoming conscious of my sexy body and the way men, and a lot of women, stared at my attributes in admiration. I became self-conscious of my glasses and took to using contact lenses. I was still not interested in men. I got hit on a lot, but suppose it was growing up without boys in my teens that sparked my indifference. At night I surfed the Internet for material for my studies. I kept getting porn sites popping up but ignored them.

One day, becoming curious, I entered one site and was amazed at the explicit sex content. I started surfing in earnest, finding better and more explicit porn. I was most interested in the lesbian sites and found that the pictures and stories of girl on girl sex aroused me tremendously. I started having sexual desires like never before. I became obsessed with the cyber sex, especially the lesbian stuff. I started sitting at my ‘puter’ in just a shirt or robe without panties or bra, so as not to have any hindrance for my hands and fingers as they explored my sensuous body. I used to get into a sexual frenzy and masturbate myself silly, looking at girls licking, sucking and fucking each other. From all accounts, the lesbians seemed to have more stimulating and exciting sex than the heterosexuals. I became extremely curious and obsessed to have sex with a woman. But how to accomplish that? I was too shy and naïve to do anything about my desires. I made lots of friends when I joined a firm of advertising consultants, and slowly became more outgoing.

One girl in particular, I was very drawn to and we became close friends. An attractive brunette, her name was Bridgette. She had a steady boyfriend and I started double dating with them. One thing led to another and finally I had my first sexual encounter with a man. I had quite a few boyfriends after that, but was disappointed with the sex. It was pleasurable, but not what I expected after surfing the net and reading the erotic stories. I still had better orgasms when I masturbated with my fantasies, than from a man. I became highly sex hungry, and could have multiple orgasms three or four times a day. I longed to have sex with a girl. Just to see if it was as good as described. I felt I was missing out somewhere. BUT….my life was about to change……

We had to stagger our lunch breaks so as not to leave the office unattended. Bridgette and I rarely had lunch together. My lunch break was from 1.00 PM. Most of us had lunch at a cozy diner over the road. The owner and waitresses got to know us by name and where we worked. As a regular, a table was always reserved for me. Always the same one. I got to recognize the regulars and we used to wave greetings. One woman in particular fascinated me. She was about my age or a couple of years older. An attractive blonde, she always smiled at me and mouthed “Hello.” She used to arrive about twenty minutes or so after me and sat a few tables away from me on the opposite side of the diner. Occasionally I would catch her looking at me with a pensive expression. I would smile at her, she would smile back and I would become shy and blush a bit. I had become very annoyed by the men in the office constantly pestering me for dates, even the married ones. None of them appealed to me in the least. One day I told Bridgette about how they were annoying me. She laughed and said she couldn’t blame them because I was such a stunning and sexy girl.

“Tell them you’re a lesbian.” She said. “It always works.” I took her advice and it had the desired effect. Their hitting on me ceased. One day, after returning from lunch. A long narrow box in gift-wrap was on my desk. I presumed it was meant for someone else, but then saw a card attached which was addressed to me. Only my name was on it. Intrigued I opened it. A single red rose nestled in tissue paper. I searched for a card or something, but there was none. bursa escort “Some guys just never give up.” I thought to myself. I was going to dump the pretty flower, but didn’t have the heart to destroy something so beautiful. I found a vase and stood it on my desk. It lasted for a few days before wilting. The day after it did, another rose arrived. A white one this time. Still no message or anything, just my name. This went on for about two weeks. Always a single rose of a different color each time.

Bridgette started teasing me about my ‘secret admirer’. My annoyance had passed and I was most intrigued by his, whoever he was, persistence. After about the sixth rose, the next one contained a card inside. All that was on it was the perfect imprint of a woman’s lips in lipstick. I sniffed the card and smelt the definite aroma of Opium perfume, which I was familiar with because I use it myself. Now I was really intrigued and felt flattered that it appeared that my admirer was a woman. I didn’t tell Bridgette for fear that she would start to think that I was becoming a lesbian or something. Secretly I hoped it was from her. I would have loved to sleep with her, we had become so close. A few days later another package arrived late in the afternoon. This one was a bit bigger than the previous ones. Gingerly I undid the wrapping. My heart was beating in my breast with excitement. I gasped when I saw what was nestled under the rose, a red one this time. I quickly closed the box.

My hands were shaking, my pussy was twitching. I picked up my ‘present’ and went to the powder room and locked myself in a toilet closet. I sat on the seat and opened the box. Under the rose was a miniscule pair of red sheer panties. I picked them up gingerly and nearly dropped them back in the box. They were wet. I ran a finger over the slick crotch piece and felt stickiness. I lifted the delicate garment to my nose and inhaled the fragrance of another woman’s love secretions. It was intoxicating. I felt my pussy convulse with yearning. I held the beautiful sexy panties to my nose once more and inhaled more deeply this time. I closed my eyes in rapture and flicked my tongue over her secretions, still fresh on the delicate garment. I tasted her. I opened my eyes and saw the card, which had been concealed under the panties. I lifted it out. It read: ‘I wore these today for you, now they are yours.’

My hands were shaking. I’m not sure whether from panic or excitement. I was certainly becoming very aroused. I was about to put the card back in the box, when I saw a matching red bra as well, which had been under the card. I smelt her Opium perfume on it. I smelt the panties again and my head swam with desire. In a sudden inspiration I decided to put them on. There was something erotic about wearing another woman’s wet panties. I stood up and slipped my panties off, noticing the damp spot in the crotch. I decided to wear the bra as well and removed my blouse and bra. I brought my hands up my body and lifted my breasts in the palms of my hands and squeezed them pinching and pulling the erect nipples. God I was so horny. I needed to bring satisfaction to my spasming pussy. Quickly I removed my skirt and sat back on the toilet seat. I positioned my butt on the edge of the seat and spread my legs wide. I slid a finger into my wet slit and extracted some juice. I brought my finger up to my throbbing clit and circled it, teasing it out from its hood. I felt it swell. I bent down and picked up the red panties and held them to my nose. I inhaled the aroma of her cum and licked the taste of her from the moist crotch. I closed my eyes and fantasized it was Bridgette’s pussy at my mouth.

My pussy was on fire. I delved three fingers into my sopping depths and placed my thumb on my swollen clit. I worked my fingers in and out, slowly at first and then picking up the pace. I pulled my fingers in as deep as I could and moved them around inside me and flicked my thumb over my clit. In my mind I saw Bridgette’s sweet face at my cunt. It was her hand in my pussy, fucking me hard. The rich smell of pussy from the red panties was her pussy in my mouth. I was tongue fucking the sexy brunette. I came quickly. I held the panties tight against my mouth to stifle my ecstatic cries as my orgasm spilled from my trembling body. I sat still, regaining my breath. I was about to wipe myself then stopped. I wanted to stay wet in my lover’s panties, to let my girl cum mix with hers. It was tremendously erotic and naughty. I stepped into the sensuous garment and drew them up my legs and smoothed them around my butt. They fit perfectly. I liked the way they hugged my ass, hips and mound.

My pussy was still swollen with lust and bulged tight against the panties. I saw the crotch begin to darken as my juices soaked into the sheer fabric. Next I put on the bra, which fitted me perfectly. It was a half-cup and barely covered my nipples, leaving a large amount of my areolas uncovered. I finished dressing and bursa ucuz escort left the powder room clutching the box. Bridgette looked up as I came into the office and smiled, giving me a curious look. My heart skipped a beat and I was becoming more and more positive that it was her sending me the roses. I looked at my watch and realized that I had been away for more than half an hour. I kept glancing at Bridgette the remainder of the afternoon, seeing my friend in a new light. I studied her body, the sexy curve of her 36C breasts. It struck me that she was the same size as me. I looked at her butt and hips. Yes! The same as me. I started undressing her with my eyes, seeing her lovely breasts sitting snugly in the lacy bra. Her delectable pussy encased in the sheer red panties. Her pussy. God I was dying to see her pussy, to smell it, taste it. Damn! I wanted to fuck her. I jerked myself back to reality. Bridgette was staring at me quizzically. “You OK Ashleigh?” She asked. “You look a little dazed.”

“Sure.” I answered. “A slight headache is all.” I could feel my pussy oozing. Damn. I wanted to cum again. My short skirt had ridden up my thighs and I could smell myself. The unmistakable scent of an aroused pussy, ready for sex. I wondered whether Bridgette could smell me. In a way, I wished she could. When I got home, the first thing I did was lie on my bed and bring myself off again.

I slept badly that night and in the morning, felt really shit. My mind had been in turmoil, fantasizing about Bridgette. Wondering how to handle the situation. Should I confront her and tell her I wanted to have sex with her, or let things ride? On the other hand, I wanted her desperately, yearning to have a lesbian experience with her. I knew that actually I wouldn’t make the first move, I was too timid. My pussy was in a constant state of arousal. I had masturbated twice during the night, but still I craved release. I considered calling in sick but decided against it, fearful that Bridgette might make a move on me today. I had a hot bath, which made me feel a bit better. I pondered what to wear. I wanted to look sexy and appealing for her, but not slutty. First, some sexy underwear. I chose a thin, flesh colored, bra that had no bones or under wires. I smoothed the cups over my firm breasts, tweaking my nipples, making them hard and erect and was pleased with the result, the way they tented the thin material of my bra. I pulled on high cut tanga panties, also flesh colored.

There was no gusset in the crotch which left the panties almost see through. They were quite tight and molded to my pussy, pulling into my slit, accentuating my swollen pussy lips. I wanted to finger fuck myself again, I felt so hot, but there wasn’t time. I selected a tight, white blouse with a low neckline, which fitted like a second skin. My breasts were accentuated perfectly. I pinched and pulled my nipples to see the effect and was pleased by the way that they stuck out prominently. A navy blue short, flared skirt completed my ensemble. I twirled around in front of the full-length mirror and saw my panties as the skirt flew outwards and up. I decided against stockings. I was ready to be seduced. Bridgette was already at the office when I arrived. We greeted each other in the usual manner. I noticed her eyeing me up and down with raised eyebrows. “Got a date Ash?” She asked with a smile. “You look hot.”

“Thank you Bridge.” I replied, pleased at the compliment. “Unfortunately not.”

“Well neither have I.” She said. “How about going for a drink after work? We should really show you off. You look ravishing. If I was a man, I would chase the pants off you.” She laughed. “Oh get on with you.” I said blushing. “Anyway, I’m glad you’re a girl, Men don’t appeal to me at the moment.” There! I had dropped a hint. Now it was up to her. Bridgette looked at me with a frown, but said nothing. “A few drinks after work would be great.” I added. The morning passed and nothing developed. Whenever Bridgette glanced my way, I put my shoulders back and pushed out my chest. My breasts strained against my thin clothing. When I walked around the office, I would turn with a flourish to let Bridgette see my sheer panties. She took no notice.

“Oh well.” I thought. “Maybe she’s waiting till after work.” Bridgette said she would be a bit late back from lunch. She had some business to attend to. I told her that would be OK. She was back about half an hour late. I went to the diner and sat at my usual table. I ordered my lunch and then only noticed that the blonde woman was sitting at her table already. We smiled and mouthed our usual greeting but this time she pursed her lips and mouthed a kiss to me. I was taken aback and looked away embarrassed. A few minutes later I stole a glance in her direction. She was standing up and collecting her things, getting ready to leave. She squatted down to retrieve her bag from the floor. She was facing me. Her tight mini rode up bursa elit escort her thighs to her hips. She parted her thighs and I clearly saw her panties. They were RED, just like my present. “What a coincidence.” I thought. She walked in my direction on her way out and when she reached my table, she dropped a red rose on it in front of me.

She continued on her way. I caught a whiff of her perfume. It was OPIUM. I looked down at the delicate flower. My heart was pounding in my chest, my body shaking. “HER.” I thought, dumbfounded. There was no mistake. The panties, the perfume and the rose. The stem of the rose was threaded through a piece of notepaper. I removed it with trembling hands. “I can’t get you out of my mind. I need you. I want to love you. Call me tonight please.” It said. There was a phone number, but no name. In panic I dropped the note in my handbag. I finished my lunch slowly, thinking of how I nearly made a fool of myself with Bridgette. I felt embarrassed about the way I had been flaunting myself in front of her.

“What must she think of me?” The waitress brought my coffee. I asked her if she knew who the blonde woman was who sat at that table. “I only know her name is Helen.” She said. “Now that I think of it, two weeks ago she asked me your name.” I thanked her. Well that explained how she knew my name and where I worked. I retrieved the note from my bag and read it again. She, Helen, wanted me. My pussy was drooling at the thought. Helen was really stunning. I decided to phone her that night. I looked at my watch. I had overextended my lunch by half an hour. I returned to the office, dreading to have to face Bridgette. The rest of the afternoon passed without incident. Bridgette was quite normal towards me. I sighed with relief. I was dying to tell her I now knew who was sending me roses. The day ended and the two of us went to a nearby pub to have the few drinks we had promised ourselves. Bridgette was about to perch her cute butt on a barstool when I stopped her.

“Lets sit over there.” I said, indicating a table in a secluded corner.

“Ok.” She replied and we minced over to it. A waiter took our order. I needed something strong to settle my nerves and ordered a Jack Daniels on crushed ice. Bridgette ordered the same. I took a long pull and sighed. Bridgette looked at me with a curious expression.

“What gives girl? Come on. Out with it. You’ve been acting strange all day.” I hesitated. Now reluctant to tell her my discovery. I took a deep breath. “You know the roses I have been getting?”

“Yes.” She replied with interest.

“You know who he is?”

She asked excitedly. “Tell me.”

“It’s not a he.” I blurted out, and then told her about the bra and panties, and that they were wet. Bridgette stared at me in awe. “I…Uh..I….Oh shit.” I stammered and gave a sniffle. “I…I..thought…”

“You thought it was me? Didn’t you?”

“Yes.” I sobbed.

“I’m so sorry Bri.” Bridgette put her hand on my arm and patted me. “Shhh….It’s ok. She said soothingly. “I don’t blame you for thinking that. It’s an intriguing thought though.” She said pensively. “Imagine me chasing after a woman. That could be something exciting.” She laughed sweetly and squeezed my arm. Gaining a bit of courage I said. “Bri, the point is, when I thought that it was you, I wanted you.”

“Really? I’m flattered Ash.” She paused for a moment. “You’re not that way are you? I mean les or bi?”

“No. But I have fantasized and been curious about what it would be like to have a lady lover. And you?”

“No. Never even thought about it.”

“Are you disgusted with me?” I asked meekly. “No. Not at all sweetie. I’m really flattered that you thought of me as being appealing.” I then told Bridgette what had transpired at the diner. I told her the whole story. She listened in silence till I had finished my story. Then she wanted to know everything; age, was she attractive did I like her? “What are you going to do about it Ash.” She asked. “Do you want to have a scene with her?”

“I don’t know. I must admit that the thought of having sex with her turns me on immensely.”

“If it turns you on, go for it girl. It couldn’t do any harm. Maybe she’s just teasing, or playing with your feelings.” We dropped the subject and had another couple of drinks and then went our separate ways. I had a shower, put on a negligee and watched TV while I tried to pluck up courage to phone Helen. I wasn’t really paying attention to the TV. The phone was next to me, and eventually I picked it up and dialed her number. When it started ringing, I chickened out and put it down. Five minutes later I phoned again. I let it ring a bit longer this time, but chickened out again. The third time I forced myself not to hang up. “Hello.” It was her. Although we had never spoken, I knew instinctively it was her. I kept quiet. I could hear my deep breathing echoing in the phone. My hand was trembling and my heart pounding. “Ashleigh is that you? Answer me please.” Still I kept silent. I didn’t know what to say. “I know it’s you. Speak to me please sweetie.” More silence. “You must be interested or you wouldn’t have phoned. Speak to me honey.” I drew in a deep breath. “Yes it’s me.” I said quietly. “You’re Helen aren’t you.”

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Chapter 5

I ran into the darkness and felt as though I could run forever, that my energy was boundless. If I had wings I would have flown. I tore through the camp in the moonlight. The sun had long since set, I had missed dinner but Lios would not notice, we ate in a large gaggle in the center of camp, he would not assume that I had been absent. I slowed when I approached my end of the camp, finally out of breath. I stopped for a moment and caught my breath, wiping my forehead of the sweat. Finally calm, I approached the wagon and the tent pitched behind it. I attempted to be stealthy and enter quietly but when I pulled the flap back, I saw that a lamp was still lit.

“Finally back I see,”

For the first time I could remember, Lios’ voice struck a panic in me. I entered the tent, knowing there was no way out of this situation. When he glanced at me in the light I saw his expression change from a simmering anger to a rage. He bit his lip.

“What did I tell you?” He growled, approaching me, I could tell he was trying not to be overly loud. “I told you to avoid the boys and what do you do? You show up in the middle of the night with your hair down after missing dinner.”

I felt my mouth gape in horror, I reached up to my neck to find I had forgotten to put my hair back up. My entire excuse had just gone out the window, I was now completely unarmed for this.

“Shit,” Lios said, pacing with one hand on his head, he turned back to me, “Who was it?”

He was inches from my face and moving closer,

“Who was it?” his voice was barely audible, he enunciated every word.

I was silent, he waited. All I could hear was the sound of him breathing heavily.

“I wasn’t out with a boy.” I said simply, my gaze had turned to the floor, I was terrified of what might happen if I looked him in the eye.

“Ok, then who? What were you out doing so late?”

I hesitated, feeling myself wanting to lie but knowing that whether or not I did, it would result in the same amount of trouble. I shook my head.

“No? No, what? Why won’t you tell me what happened?”

He was interrogating me and I was getting frustrated.

“I know you’re not going to be happy hearing about it.”

He paused, staring at me,

“What did you do? Just be honest with me.”

I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, he was trying to calm down, I could hear it in his voice. I broke down knowing that I couldn’t tell him the truth without it hurting both of us.

“Nova,” he said calmly, putting his giant hands on my shoulders as I sobbed, “Did something happen? Are you alright?”

I nodded, wiping my eyes.

“Nothing happened, I’m ok.”

“Then what’s going on?”

“I met someone,” I just blurted out, “the woman in blue.”

I felt his hands tighten on my shoulders for a moment, almost painfully. He must have become aware of this, his grip loosened and he dropped his hands to his sides where they balled into fists.

“And what happened?” he was still making words but his face was fixed in a scowl.

I was looking him in the eye but I had lost my ability to talk. I wanted to make words, to express what had happened, but I was so embarassed I couldn’t. My eyes fell back to the floor.

“That’s all I need to know,” he said, walking past me, out of the tent, into the darkness.

“Wait, where are you going?” I asked, horrified that he was going to return to Skye and all I would find tomorrow would be a corpse.

“I’m going to have a little chat,”

I ran after him out of the tent,

“Stay here,” he growled, I wasn’t about to leave him with Skye, “Nova, stay here!” he yelled. His voice raised for the first time since I’d known him and it scared me to the point of stopping. I sobbed in the darkness as he walked off. What had I done? What had I gotten myself into? What would happen to Skye and the others? I couldn’t stand here and wait to find out, I had to go. I had started this mess and I had to fix it. I ran after him in the darkness, praying I would reach them before Lios did. I was out of breath from crying and running and had stopped a good 50 feet from the tent where I had left Skye not too long ago. I looked up to see Lios at the opening of the tent, holding a lantern. Fear suddenly ran through me that he might just toss the lantern into the tent and say that a fire had broken out. But my imagination had run off, he stood patiently at the door of the tent and I saw Skye emerge, amazingly unveiled, from the tent. The two of them walked from the tent out behind the wagons and towards a dune. I ran after them, following the lantern up the dune. I ran until my lungs felt as though they would collapse, and then I ran some more. I couldn’t stop until I knew Skye was safe. They were standing only a few feet from each other, screaming. bursa sınırsız escort

“How can you be so shallow? You knew exactly what we were the moment you let us in!”

“I didn’t know you were predators and you were going to seduce my daughter!”

I ran straight into the middle of the conversation and stood between them, facing Lios with my arms out.

“It’s not her fault,” I managed, panting frantically

“Bullshit! I’m supposed to believe that you went to visit her of your own accord?”

“Considering you forbade us from meeting,” I shot back.

Lios’ face erupted in surprise before turning back to anger,

“Who told you!?” he waved his arms angrily, “Who!?”

“I did,” Skye answered from behind me, she put her hand on my shoulder and pushed me gently aside, “I thought she had a right to know the truth.”

Lios raged for a moment,

“There was a reason why!” He turned to me, pointing a finger in Skye’s direction, “There was a reason why I didn’t want you seeing these people.” he growled.

“And why’s that?” I asked, “Don’t you think I deserved to know?”

“You don’t know anything” he said simply, “You don’t understand what else is at play here.” His eyes turned to Skye and I saw the anger in his eyes.

I turned back to her, questioning,

“You agreed to the terms,” she said simply, “I simply wanted her to find freedom.”

I faced Lios, he was scowling and his eyes had fallen to the ground.

“What the hell is going on? What’s she talking about?”

“Tell her,” I heard Skye’s velvet voice say from beside me, “Tell her the truth.”

I looked to Lios, waiting. His eyes raised from the ground and looked to me, I could see the pain in the words he was about to say.

“When the Cerulean Order came to us, I knew we could benefit from having them here, there was a lot of money to be made. I was inexperienced and bad at negotiating still, Skye figured me out. She knew I wanted them to join us so she made a bargain.” he paused, looking me in the eye. “She said she wanted you, she wanted you to join them when you came of age. So I told her that you could have no contact up to that point.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“You bargained with me?”

He wouldn’t look me in the eye,

“Tell her the rest,” Skye chimed behind me.

He shook his head,

“I agreed that you would be able to choose whether or not you wanted to join them once you were old enough,” he said gruffly. “I didn’t want you joining them, becoming a part of that. I wanted you to have a normal life, to have the chance to live a good life. I afforded you all the chances to learn and take up a profession because I wanted something better for you.”

His eyes were earnest, I could see tears welling up. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him, I couldn’t hold back my own tears.

“I’m sorry, father.”

“As am I,” he said, releasing me, he wiped tears from my face, “I should have never agreed to such terms. I broke the most important rule, to never bargain with something you are not willing to lose.”

I sobbed, I knew he truly loved and cared about me, even though I was not his flesh and blood. He spoke the truth, all he had really wanted was to protect me, to give me the chance to do something I truly wanted, not be condemned to a single path. How would I ever explain to him that I was freely choosing that path?

“I love you, father,” I said, still crying, I kissed his cheek. “But I have to choose.”

He was suddenly solemn, tears still running down his face. I released him and turned to Skye.

“What will happen if I choose to go with you?”

“You will be taught our ways, our methods, and then stay with us for the next 10 years.”

“After that?”

“You are free to do as you please, you may stay or you may return to your previous life.”

“Do you plan on staying with the caravan?”

She nodded,

“We have no intentions of leaving, unless Lios decides otherwise.”

“Will I still be free to do as I please when I’m not being instructed?”

“Yes, your time is your own, you are under no restriction outside of instruction.”

I turned back to Lios, but he already knew what I was planning.

“I see you made your choice,” he wiped his face and looked me in the eye, “Do as you like, you are now an adult. Just know that if you ever need anything, you are always my daughter.”

He wrapped an arm around me and kissed my head gently.

“Thank you, father,”

He released me,

“You know where to find me.”

I turned and walked back toward Skye.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” she asked, “Absolutely certain?”

I nodded,

“Yes.”

“You may stay with your father this last night, then you will come live with us, understand?”

I nodded.

“Tomorrow then,” she said, turning and beginning the walk back to her tent.

Lios had walked up behind me,

“We should head back as well.”

I followed him back to our tent, he said nothing, I didn’t even know where to start with what to say, so I decided the best plan of action bursa üniversiteli escort was to remain silent. We entered the tent, he walked straight to his bed and sat down, facing away from me. I began changing.

“Do you understand what you’ve gotten yourself into?”

I stopped but remained silent,

“One day, Nova, when you have your own children, you will understand what it is like to want to protect them.”

I continued in silence before lying down in bed and pulling a blanket over me.

Lios sat in silence, staring at the side of the tent with the lamp burning. It was still burning when I fell asleep. I wish I had known then, had I been able to understand and grasp what horrible pain he was going through when I told him what I did. I still can’t say that I have the insight to understand entirely, but I think I grasp it somewhat better now. The pain, the disappointment, the huge letdown of investing so much time and energy into giving someone something only to discover that they do not really want it. Still, I would not have chosen differently, nor would I wish that on anyone, to have to choose something that makes them unhappy when there is clearly something that would make them happy waiting on the other side of a difficult decision.

The next day, when I awoke, Lios was gone, off tending to his many duties. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Morning sunlight baked the tent and rays of sunlight poured through the small space between flaps at the opening. Last night felt like a dream turned nightmare and for a few moments I wondered whether it had really happened. I dressed and began packing. I didn’t have much to pack up, a few changes of clothes and some bathing supplies. I heard the tent flap and I turned to see Lios coming in,

“You’re up, good, Skye is looking for you,”

I stood and grabbed my bag of packed belongings.

“I’m on my way out now,” I said simply and began to walk towards the flap.

“Wait,”

I turned and saw him approaching me, he reached for a pocket and produced a single gold ring. He held it between two fingers and took one of my hands.

“This is the first thing I ever traded for,” he said, slipping it on one of my fingers, “It was going to be my gift to you when you became the leader of the caravan, but now I just want you to have it, as something to remember me by.”

I dropped my bag and hugged him,

“How can you think I will ever forget my father?”

he chuckled, hugging me back,

“Just don’t forget where you came from.” he said releasing me.

“Some awful town infected with the plague, got it.”

He laughed,

“Be safe and be careful, Skye is very good at what she does, I know she will take good care of you.”

I nodded, picking back up my bag and heading out of the tent. The sunlight blinded me at first but I blinked away the blindness as my eyes adjusted and noticed a blue figure standing next to our wagon about 20 feet away. I headed towards her,

“Follow me,” she said, it wasn’t Skye this time, but I followed as she led me to the tent I had been in last night. She stood to one side and held the flap open for me and I walked in to the familiar earthy smell.

“Where should I go?” I asked

“Head towards the back,” she replied, pointing to the back of the tent, “Many of these are unclaimed.”

I stepped over the beds and dropped my things by what seemed like a vacant bed. She approached me and looked me up and down,

“We need to get you some new clothes,” she shook her head, “But first lets get you introduced and started on some basics. My name is Embry” she did a curtsy of sorts, “I’m currently the only one not working, everyone else is out at the moment, one of us needs to stay back and ensure the safety of the tent and the wagon, today that is me.”

“Do you have to be veiled all the time?”

“No, but you haven’t been officially initiated yet, so I can’t reveal myself to you.”

“Where’s Skye?”

She laughed,

“You will be very fortunate if you can get a hold of her before sundown, she is a very busy woman.”

“So what exactly needs to be done around here? Or are you going to teach me something?”

“Since you haven’t been initiated, I can’t say much, so today will be mostly chores and basic delivery.”

“Alright, what needs to be done?”

And that was the start of my day of busy work. I retrieved food stores from the vendors, cleaned beds, fed the horses, and did some wagon maintenance. I was busy hammering out some metal for a wagon wheel when a hand lit on my shoulder.

“What are you up to?” The velvet voice asked,

I turned, smiling, to face those familiar green eyes and blue veil.

“I met Embry and she’s kept me hard at work,” I said, wiping sweat from my forehead with the back of one arm, “You have a bad wheel, so I thought I’d might as well fix it.”

“Take a break and come eat lunch with me,”

I couldn’t have dropped what I was doing any faster, I followed her into the tent where the other women were sitting.

There was a groan when I entered and a bunch bursa anal yapan escort of women fussing to find their veils.

“Relax,” Skye’s voice punctuated the movement, “She is our newest initiate, your secret is safe with her.”

They all sighed and put down their veils, resuming their lunch. Skye removed her own veil, shaking out her hair as she dropped it onto a bed.

“This is Embry,” she pointed to a fair skinned girl with brown hair.

“Dammit, now she knows what I look like,” Embry said gruffly

“Oh shut up,” the girl next to her said, “She was going to figure it out sooner or later,”

Skye pointed to the girl who had spoken, she had dark hair and mid toned skin,

“Miras,” she moved to a slightly older woman, probably somewhere in her mid to late 30s, she was also a blonde with lighter skin and blue eyes, “Lena,” the woman waved with one hand, eating with the other. “Then there’s Mitra and Thenra, they’re twins,” there were two women in their mid twenties with dark complexions similar to myself but they too had piercing blue eyes, one had shoulder length hair, the other had a long ponytail, respectively. They didn’t respond, only continued eating. “Have a seat,” Skye said, gesturing to the floor. I sat at the end near the twins.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Nova,” I said simply. Mitra, the shaggy haired one, nodded.

“They don’t talk much,” Miras said simply, “Kind of the quiet type.”

“I see.”

Skye returned from outside holding some fruit and a couple wrapped sandwiches, she came in and sat next to me, handing me a sandwich and a piece of fruit.

“How are you doing with this?” she asked me, very intent on her food. Mine was already in my mouth, I hurriedly swallowed it so I could answer.

“I’m doing alright, but I wanted to ask you something.”

“Yes?” she took a small bite of her food.

“Is there any way I could continue working with the smith? Or maybe even just dancing or swordsmanship? I want to keep up my skills in those fields.”

“As long as it doesn’t interfere with your learning here, I don’t see an issue, just know that you cannot discuss your work here.”

I nodded,

“Of course, that shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Don’t overwork today,” she said simply, taking another bite of her sandwich, “tonight is the official ceremony and you’re going to need your energy.”

I felt my heart sink into my stomach with anticipation. I couldn’t deny that I was excited for what might come, I secretly hoped it would involve Skye.

“I’ll make sure I don’t overwork then.” I said simply, beginning to eat the piece of fruit, I had devoured the sandwich. She turned to me and gave me a devilish grin, I thought for a moment I could see some excitement in her eyes as well.

“Not sure what’s going on over here, but I feel some sparks!” I heard Embry say from the other side of the group.

“You know, just because we have sex all the time, doesn’t mean we always have to be pervy!” Miras harassed her, “Haven’t you ever heard of friendship?”

“That is not a look of friendship…” Lena added, without looking up from her sandwich.

“I have to go,” Skye said abruptly, hearing the chatter among the other women, she tossed the piece of fruit to me, “You might need this more than I do.”

“Good luck and be careful,” I said to her, then realized just how personal that sounded, “All of you,” I said turning to the group, trying to sound less attached. They all began to get up and put their veils back on. Skye took a moment to tidy up, the other women headed out. I turned to clean off the beds when I felt two arms wrap around my stomach and gentle kisses on my neck. I chuckled, wrapping my arms over hers, I looked over my shoulder, her green eyes soft, gentle for once. I didn’t want her to go, and I didn’t want her to let me go. I leaned in and kissed her softly, she released me.

“I have to go,” she grinned, pulling her veil over her face, “I’ll see you tonight.”

I nodded,

“See you.”

She was out the flap and gone before I knew it. I turned back to resume working and saw Embry before me, she was standing with her arms crossed, looking at me critically.

“That explains a lot.”

Again, I felt the urge to lie, but I knew it would get me nowhere, I was still a horrible liar. Perhaps the truth was less threatening. I shrugged,

“It is what it is,” I said as I walked past her to continue my work, I could feel my face burning, I was thankful for my dark complexion, it hid some of the redness in my face. But I couldn’t deny, some of it was lust, some was love, and some was pride.

Chapter 6

The sun was going down and as it did my anticipation was rising. The sky was tinted with an orange hue as the sun descended below the horizon line, beneath the dunes surrounding our camp. I had occupied myself with sweeping out the wagon of the finer sand that had accumulated inside it. Their wagon was a curious thing, it was wider than most of ours with space for far more than 6 or 7 of us, I figured I knew why. The floor was carpeted with a fine oriental rug, made of bright reds and yellows, it seemed fairly new. There was sleeping space for about 14, or so I counted, the interior of the wagon was made from mahogany and innately ornamented in places. They clearly were not at a loss for funds if they could afford such a big, grandiose wagon. I heard a clicking tongue behind me and expected to see Embry’s critical face staring back at me when I turned.

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Cara was handcuffed tight and wearing nothing but a short silk kimono, loosely belted. Jessica had just caught Cara sucking off her boyfriend and now she was due to pay. Jessica came in and looked at her prisoner. The boyfriend had been dealt with satisfactorily. Television smashed on the pavement, clothes cut to pieces, and a neat black eye to see him on his way. Cara’s punishment would be more subtle. Jessica was bisexual and knew exactly how to punish the other woman.

Jessica herself was wearing a spandex pencil skirt, neat brown stockings, patent courts and a sheer, striped blouse. The last thing she had felt like doing when coming in from work had been this. She had looked forward to a quick shower, a nice, de-stressing fuck and maybe a take-away. But this had potential.

Cara was obviously scared, but that was warring with guilt, and the knowledge that she had done something deeply wrong. Jessica ran an eye over her body and judged how best to manipulate her. She slapped Cara briefly, then raged at her for a few minutes. She then acted like she had calmed herself, with difficulty. Cara had seen her lover packed off and was expecting a beating, especially while at Jessica’s mercy. Instead, her eyes widened as Jessica ran a gentle hand through her hair, then seized it tight, wrenching bursa escort her head back.

“These are good cuffs, Cara,” she murmured, keeping eye contact. “You won’t get out of them without my key… and therefore my kindness.” She kicked off her shoes and stood closer to the woman. “Are you ready to be kind, Cara?” Using her name over and over, keeping eye contact, Jessica hoped to patronise and intimidate the other woman. It worked.

“What do I need to do?”

“Whatever I want.”

Cara weighed up the odds and realised she wasn’t going anywhere. Hopefully, she thought, it’ll be over quickly.

Jessica reached inside Cara’s robe and ran a gentle hand over her breast. As Cara began to relax, she pulled out a pair of nipple clamps and hooked them on painfully, enjoying the other woman’s discomfort. She ran a contemptuous finger over Cara’s pussy.

“Still wet. Stupid slut.” She spat on Cara’s chest. Jessica then began to undress, exposing vintage brown silk stockings, affixed to a garter belt, a thong and a neat, lacy bra. “You, slut, are going to do whatever I tell you. You won’t enjoy this. Or at least, not much. This is punishment. I would have punished Alex like this, only he deserved worse.”

Jessica dragged Cara by her handcuffs and quickly hooked bursa escort bayan them over a bedstead. There she gave her the beating she’d been expecting, spanking her taut, juicy ass with her hands and a paddle. To finish the beating off, she slid her pinky into Cara’s asshole and pushed mercilessly, smiling at Cara’s yelps.

Jessica dragged Cara round and handcuffed her behind her back. Cara felt dizzy after the long spanking and the incessant tug of the clamps and was slow to see what was expected of her. Jessica had pulled aside her thong, exposing her pussy, and expected Cara to lick it. Her face was pushed into it and she tried to think what she should do.

“Just think what you liked him to do to you bitch. Now lick it. Run your tongue up and down my pussy and make it good.”

Cara felt suffocated by the other woman’s scent and struggled to comply. She tried to do some kind of French kiss and was encouraged at Jessica’s reaction. She just kept going, exploring the unfamiliar sensations and textures, a little nauseated but strangely fascinated. The scent slowly became sweeter and more intoxicating and eventually, Jessica came. Cara was thrown down unceremoniously while Jessica caught her breath.

Minutes later she was dragged to her feet. Jessica felt refreshed escort bursa and more creative. She went to a drawer and laced on an enormous strap on. She pushed Cara down so she was on her knees. Cara let herself feel a little relief. She could take being fucked, even if it was by a woman. Jessica rubbed the tip gently against the mouth of her pussy and stroked Cara’s back, almost tenderly. Cara felt a little turned on by the teasing, gentle motions. Jessica plunged in a few times then whispered, “How stupid are you?” she withdrew and plunged into Cara’s ass. The pain was instant and overwhelming and she begged Jessica to stop, to slow down, anything. Jessica’s only response was to clamp a hand over her mouth. When it was over Cara was slumped, sobbing, still handcuffed and with the nipple clamps biting into her soft flesh. This was what Jessica had been waiting for. She only slept with women as a domme and this had been a perfect opportunity. Every sub had to suffer but every sub, however vile, also got a little reward.

Confident that Cara was subdued Jessica uncuffed her. She then gently unclipped the sharp little clamps and spread Cara’s legs. Jessica first sucked the tender nipple flesh, which was a little painful for Cara but felt delicious after the former bite. Then she went between Cara’s legs. Despite the soreness of the fucking, it had aroused her under the agony. She was soft and wet and got wetter under Jessica’s skilful tongue. She was betrayed into orgasm, and completely humiliated. Jessica got up, smiled.

“I’m done.”

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