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They met in the kitchen. Again. It had been a while since that morning when Dipti and Shobha had met the last time in this kitchen. On that occasion Dipti had confronted Shobha for seducing her son. Thereafter, Dipti had gone about reclaiming her son; she joined him while he was masturbating, slept in the same bed and when they woke up somewhere in the middle of the night, they fucked like animals. Dipti had made sure the boy understood the power play. She left nothing to chance, explicitly spelling out what she meant in fucking him the way she did.

Life had not been the same for Dipti thereafter, obviously. All the things she saw on TV and video, but which her boring, sometimes tired husband could not help her realize, came true on that boy’s bed.

However, mother and son were tactful and subtle in their sexual exchanges. It was never a stated need. It was never a topic of conversation between mother and son. And Dipti was surprised that the boy, who had become rebellious over the years, suddenly became responsible and responsive. Contrary to what one might expect, the atmosphere at home had changed to one of harmony rather than depravity.

The sexual chemistry was incredible but it was restricted to that bedroom. It was always some hour of the night, with Dipti making it to the room instinctively on the night when her son’s need peaked. He needed more, but he got enough to keep him from getting desperate. Their other interaction was more affectionate and intimate than ever before but drew no particular attention.

And within that bedroom, it was whatever they fancied. Everything that she had seen in adult and porn movies made it to the program. And everything he had imagined, she let him do. Nothing was taboo, and satiation was complete as was the emotional bonding between mother and son.

Into this atmosphere returned the original seductress, Shobha. It had been a while and her husband, who was the brother of Dipti’s husband, felt that a family visit was necessary. He had to travel on business and Shobha had wanted to accompany him. Kumar was clueless on the tryst that Shobha had had with Ajay and took her keenness as a desire to spend time in the fun atmosphere at his brother’s house. She had pushed him to leave early the last time around and Kumar had worried about that because he did not want the women falling out and causing problems in the relationship he had with his brother. So Shobha’s eagerness to return was a relief in that sense.

Shobha had spent the days in between the two visits wondering about her nephew, Ajay. The boy had been absolutely a stunner in bed. He had been pushy and aggressive in wanting her. The lust, once unleashed had been unstoppable. And their familiarity with each other, and their easy going relationship had helped them be less inhibited; though on reflection she felt that the sexual energy would have prevented them from being shy or measured in any fashion anyway.

It showed up in her bedroom, but Kumar, her husband, was no nineteen year old! As Shobha and Dipti had often discussed, the brothers were from a conservative and sheltered family in a smaller town while both the women were from bigger cities. Both found the husbands limited in their repertoire. The adult movies and porn stuff available nowadays improved the atmosphere; the men were able to get aggressive, but it did not spark their imagination.

So the bedroom sessions with Kumar were more violent with Shobha going down on him more often, taking him by surprise, fucking him in unexpected spots around the house. But she could do nothing about his slender dimensions. Nor could she prevent him from spilling his seed when over-excited, well before she was ready to finish. And he had never licked her or sucked her. Ajay had nuzzled her briefly and she wondered what might have happened if he had taken it the whole distance. The boy was inexperienced and they had just wanted to fuck in every way with a sense of urgency. Perhaps the next time……

And this was that next time; or was it? The women were in the kitchen in the evening clearing up after dinner. Ajay had blushed a deep red on meeting up with his chachi (aunt). He had not forgotten her, or the silky sheath that had plunged down on his cock in his first fuck ever. Or those lovely breasts, or that radiant face with sindoor and mangalsutra that looked up at him as she continued their sexual union. But he blushed because this was the first time they were face to face in bright light since that night. And since that night, he had more experiences and the emotional bonds with his mother which were meant to exclude this very woman.

“So, how has it been?” asked Shobha of Dipti.

“How has what been?” responded Dipti warily. She was not going to give away anything, least of all the intense relationship and bond which she had established with her son.

“Generally, time with Bhai sahab (elder brother),” Shobha pushed on. This was the euphemism for a discussion on the broad generalities of gorukle escort their sex lives. It usually led to an overall discussion on attitudes, stamina, and exploration and so on, but the last time it had been a bit graphic. In Gopal and Dipti’s new house, sounds traveled and that had led to all the sexual drama in the house that previous trip.

“Ah, that,” thought Dipti to herself. She had no need for him now, sexually. There was no way he could manage the stamina or imagination of his son. And she herself, for several reasons just preferred to go to the boys’ room whenever she felt that need. In any case, his needs were in excess of her and she tried to anticipate the moment and chose to go across to his room when she felt the time was right. She never hesitated to wake him up, nor to stay and sleep after their fucking. It was so satisfying to lie in his arms. Sometimes he was her baby seeking comfort and strangely, sometimes he was all man, being protective about her. The relationship see-sawed between man-woman and mother-son.

“Didi, what happened?” asked Shobha, interrupting her co-sisters reverie.

“No, nothing. Was just thinking. Come let us go and sit in the hall,” she said wiping her wet hands on her saree pallo and moving to that room.

The men folk had retired, both tired from their day’s exertions. By the time the women had finished their kitchen clearing work they had had their chat and moved on. Ajay was nowhere to be seen and Dipti was happy for that. Shobha was uncertain on how to handle the situation with her nephew but their interaction had been normal during the day, though a bit restrained compared to the usual boisterousness and joking around. The usual touching in play was now a serious matter and both of them instantly recognized that.

Dipti lay back sprawled on the sofa allowing herself to relax completely. Shobha sat next to her, leaning forward her elbows on her knees and her hands clasped together. “Aap ne jawab nahi diya Didi,” she persisted (You didn’t answer me sister).

“Kya jawab!” snapped back Dipti a bit irritated. (What answer?). Couldn’t the woman take a hint? “I don’t need him anymore,” she concluded on a softer note, surprised at having lost her cool.

“And why not?” Shobha asked, turning to face her co-sister. Dipti plucked at her saree pallo. “Are you getting it elsewhere?” asked Shobha impishly, her face breaking out in smiles and her eyes sparkling, accentuated by the dimples that formed. The coquettish way of asking the question broke the tension and opened up space for a fuller conversation.

Dipti sighed, “You know how seriously I take my marriage, dear. You really think I would go elsewhere?” She shoved Shobha’s shoulder pushing her back in jest.

“Though you did” Dipti continued. It opened a new line of discussion. She was referring to Shobha’s encounter with Ajay. They had never talked further on that. Dipti had gone into one of her reveries when they were talking about it the last time, and Shobha had mistaken that for disapproval. Dipti hadn’t gone that far in her mind about the event as to approve or disapprove of what had happened; somehow she could relate to the woman’s wanting her son, especially now that she had a first hand impression of what her son could be like in bed. The son’s sexual desires were only to be expected to be that highly charged so there was no recrimination there, either. No, it was just that she wanted the boy to remain hers.

Shobha felt snubbed at that remark. It was as if she was morally inferior to Dipti.

“It was not that kind of an occurrence, Didi. It was our Ajay. He had a need and I have brought him up for many of those years. I saw nothing terribly wrong in meeting his need on that occasion especially since it was I who made that initial mistake. Don’t hold it against me,” she pleaded to Dipti.

“We never talked about it, did we?” replied Dipti, reaching out and placing a hand on Shobha’s knee.

“I thought you were upset. I was scared and embarrassed which is why we went away,” explained Shobha.

“But I wasn’t upset!” said Dipti, her fingers pressing into the knee.

“Then why didn’t you say so?” asked Shobha.

“I was lost in my thoughts and when I turned to you, you were already gone. I am not upset with you. A boy of his age was bound to have such feelings, and I accept that your mistake in going into that room was genuine. He is a strong young man, worth wanting anyway!” said Dipti.

“Yes, he was amazing! I enjoyed that experience. You know Didi, he was forceful and I liked that. He was aggressive and I wanted that manliness. I have missed that in Kumar. The lovemaking is so tepid and is more of a duty for him,” she sighed. “Ajay may have spoilt me for ever. I keep wanting that buzz. But I guess that is in the past. The circumstances were peculiar to that night and I don’t think I will allow a repeat.”

She hung her head low as she said that. She knew she lying and she continued to want altıparmak eskort bayan that boy and that buzz. Her loins were aflame at the mere thought of that night gone by. Dipti held her chin and raised the face to her. “Don’t feel bad, dear. It is okay to want him. He is all that and more. I know. I know how that feels and he is worth every bit of that mental struggle.”

Shobha sat up, stunned. “What are you saying?” she asked.

Dipti realized that she had in an emotional moment let slip that she had something may have happened between her and Ajay. She pulled Shobha close to herself and hugged her. The women held each other close and tight.

“What happened?” asked Shobha.

“I didn’t want him to want anyone but me. And I could see that your lovingness had captivated him,” whispered Dipti.

“So what did you do?” pushed on Shobha.

“I had gone to check whether everything was okay with him. It was the night after you left. He was masturbating and I was sure he was fantasizing about you. I could not bear that thought. I took over from him and then one thing led to another,” confessed Dipti.

Shobha’s hand wandered down Dipti’s back as she felt her heat rising. “Did he suck your breasts the way he treated mine?” she asked. She had always been the more open one between the two of them, and once again she took the conversation to new ground.

“Yes, he did. I remember he did suck on you too,” reminisced Dipti and her hand wandered back to weigh the younger woman’s full and heavy breast. Her thumb found the nipple and she rubbed the nub to a nice solid turgidity.

Shobha gasped at the overtly sexual signal from her co-sister. She felt electric tingles spread through her body and pressed herself to the soothing hand. She felt so good! Her hand ran up and down Dipti’s back and she caressed the bare back below the lower edge of her blouse. Dipti shivered at the caress. She let her face graze Shobha’s cheek as passions soared. Dipti’s other hand too came up to Shobha’s other breast and both hands were identically placed; her hands were around her midriff; the fingers were around the torso, the palms cupped the weight of her breasts and the thumbs were on the nipples. She had larger breasts than Dipti for sure.

Shobha hunched, allowing space between the two of them so Dipti had more space to fondle her now-aching breasts. Her face caressed Dipti’s face and soon lips grazed. “You are so lucky, Didi! You can have him every night,” she murmured. Dipti felt Shobha’s warm breath on her face. Her lips parted. The women kissed. It was a warm and wet kiss, open mouthed. The tongues intertwined and they tasted each other deeply.

“He loves breasts. My breasts are not as lovely and full as yours dear!” replied Dipti. “He must have enjoyed suckling on these,” she continued. Her hands pressed the breasts through the blouse and the bra. She wanted to feel the warm, full flesh. She squeezed and kneaded the mounds of flesh, mounds that her son had sucked; was he more fervent with her than he was with his mother? wondered Dipti.

Shobha let go of Dipti and quickly her hands came to her blouse. She unhooked the blouse and let the front hang open and she also opened out the front-clasp of her bra. Soft, pendulous breasts hung out. The blouse and bra hung open allowing Dipti a full view of the breasts, brown and full, with nipples that were like milking teats. Dipti gazed at the beautiful sight, her first look at a woman’s breasts other than her own. They were soft and the way the blouse lay open, with the mangalsutra necklace decorating the cleavage made Shobha look even more sensuous.

She wanted to apply her lips exactly where her son had. Shobha held her breasts in her own hands, offering them to Dipti. Dipti leaned down and licked the longish nipples. Shobha gasped and while she continued to hold up the breast which was being treated, her other hand came to rest on Dipti’s head, encouraging her on. “Oh, Didi!” she sighed.

Dipti sucked in the breast and held the nipple inside her mouth. Her tongue swirled the nipple the way she used to swirl Ajay’s cockhead in her mouth. This was new territory, her first time with a woman. But as another woman, she instinctively knew what Shobha would like and her own desire was to relive her son’s moments of passion with this woman. It was impossible not to want her; she was full, pouting, impish and wanton. Tonight she was going to take this woman and let her take Dipti where she willed. She thought she felt milk, and she was soon sucking on the teat-like nipple as if to really milk her. Small sucking sounds and lapping sounds emanated from Dipti’s mouth joining with the fleshy breast.

“What else did he to do you? Did he also lick you down there?” asked Shobha. “Ouch!” she yelped as Dipti used her teeth to tease her nipple some more.

Dipti looked up, “Down where?” she asked.

“Between the legs,” replied Shobha, as she massaged the other breast nilüfer eskort bayan which was feeling neglected and was beginning to ache from the need for attention.

“Between the legs!” asked Dipti incredulously, leaving the saliva coated breast to look up at Shobha. “What can a man do with his lips down there?” she asked, and went back to sucking the breast, this time sliding the nipple in and out of her mouth like it was a little penis and her mouth was a cunt.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaah, Didi! Suck me, suck me, oh yes, milk me!” Shobha begged as the action sent a jolt of electricity to her cunt.

“Here, this is where it goes, that tongue,” said Shobha. She placed her palm on Dipti’s stomach causing her to take her breath in sharply. Then the hand slid down, past down the older woman’s stomach, past the curve of her belly and toyed with the strands of hair that had strayed out of her panties. Dipti hefted herself up and kneeled on the sofa, her breasts now in Shobha’s face and her groin area open to the younger woman’s predatory moves.

Shobha had to remove her hand as there was no space for her to move her hand. She now reached under the saree and slid her hand up reaching the top of the panties on the side of Dipti’s hip. She tried to pull down the undergarment and was only partially successful. Her fingers found the crotch and felt dampness and heat as evidence of Dipti’s aroused state, though no such evidence was really needed.

Dipti bunched up her saree and petticoat and held her panties and peeled it down half way down her thighs and then went back to holding Shobha to her breasts. Shobha rubbed her face into Dipti’s chest and the panties were pulled still lower. The bubbling cunt was now open and Shobha used her fingers to caress the lips gaping in their inflamed state.

“Didi, lie back!” whispered Shobha. “I need to show you how a tongue feels.”

Both women stood up, Dipti dizzy with anticipation and Shobha drunken with the feelings coursing through her body. Dipti lay back and Shobha knelt over her, pulling down those panties and removing them completely. The saree and petticoat were bunched up over her hips. The pallo of the saree still across her blouse, which itself bore wet saliva marks from Shobha’s desperate mouthing of the breasts. Shobha’s own breasts swung about as she moved, her blouse and bra flapping with her movements.

The scene was intoxicating. Shobha with her blouse undone, and breasts swollen with the attentions of Dipti’s lips on her. Her long nipples were turgid and seemed ready to be sucked and milked, and achingly swollen. She was prone over Dipti who had her legs spread, one on the back of the sofa and the other resting on the floor, her clothes pushed up and stretched to the limit as her body strained at the confines.

“This is what your son did to me, Didi,” she whispered and she slid down to place her head between the legs and nuzzled Dipti’s pussy. She felt wetness on her face. She came up to rest on Dipti, her chest on the other woman’s chest. She looked Dipti in the eyes, “That’s what he did,” she whispered.

“Is that all?” asked Dipti, puzzled.

“That’s all,” replied Shobha, adjusting her breasts as Dipti’s mangalsutra locket poked her. “Because he was only trying to prevent me from leaving him. This was when I realized my mistake and wanted to go. Ajay somehow knows that this tonguing is a huge turn on. He must’ve seen it in some porn movie.”

“Maine bhi dekha hai, lekin (I too have seen those movies, but..) I don’t know what happens next. There is lots of sensation and tenderness down there. Your Bhai Sahab uses his fingers sometimes and that feels nice. But fucking is fucking, though Ajay’s cock feels so different,” wondered Dipti aloud.

“I know a bit more, though none of that happened that night,” said Shobha, and she went back down between her co-sister’s legs. She knew how she would have liked to be treated and she licked Dipti’s thigh on the inside. Slowly her lips made their way to the bushy patch between her legs. She had more hair than Shobha, who kept her pubic hair trimmed, even if not fully shaven. The wetness from Shobha’s mouth settled down the hair and soon she was able to reach the warm, waiting flesh.

“Ui maa! Choteeeeeeeee!” gasped Dipti, her hand caressing the head between her legs. (Oh! My younger one!)

Shobha looked up and asked, “Kya hua Didi?” (What happened sister) knowing perfectly well what was happening.

“Your tongue…..!” she shuddered, and her hips started to move against Shobha’s face. Shobha felt the cunt yawn open as her tongue continued to stroke the labial lips. Dipti drew up her knees to allow more space for Shobha to reach deeper. Her hands held Shobha’s ears and she humped the face between her legs.

Shobha tongue lapped at the cunt, making loud slurping noises. Dipti started to jerk her hips. One of Shobha’s hands headed upwards and held down Dipti’s stomach. It roamed further, feeling for her breasts which were hopelessly trapped in the layers of bra, blouse and the wrapped pallo of her saree. Shobha’s tongue knew what it was looking for, even though she didn’t have enough experience of this. Her own cunt and clit were throbbing for attention and she was intently imagining the corresponding places in Dipti’s pussy.

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You ask me how I became the sex slave of a much older woman? Honestly, I think you’re asking the wrong question, if you don’t mind me saying? What you should be asking me is how it took so long?

Because some things are more of an inevitability than a random occurrence. Like water flowing downhill or a meteorite falling to earth, the path that I found myself walking during that endless, warm summer was one that had only one destination, only one outcome. I knew it as soon as I started down that road, and I wanted nothing more than to get there.

Why it began is less important than how it began, perhaps. Some half-forgotten crisis, a youthful tragedy, a doomed romance-gone-bad with a faceless boy who played so little role in this story as to allow him to remain nameless. But the hurt of that clichéd heartbreak was very real to a nineteen year old girl, the pain almost tangible.

Enter my savior, my eventual goddess, the woman that I would come to worship and serve in equal measure. An older woman, a half-acquaintance, friend of the family and eternal subject of town gossip: Ms. Rebecca Sharp.

Ms. Sharp lived alone in the big house down the block. A writer by trade, but what she wrote, no-one knew. She was glamorous and self-assured, impeccably attired and quick witted, charming to the men of the neighborhood, disconcerting to the middle-aged women who accompanied them.

She was also there when I needed her, finding me sobbing on the street on the day of The Crisis and inviting me into her home. She knew just what to say, just what to do, just how much sympathy to offer and wisdom to suggest. She doted on me, telling me what I needed to hear, and more besides…

“He was never right for you,” she’d say, “not if he could do that.”

I’d nod, knowing she was right, but not daring to let go of the exquisite comfort of pain. My pain defined me, or so I thought, my heartbreak was the chalk outline of my suffering.

So, she held me, hugging me close to her chest, touching her warm hand to my leg, offering me silence when everyone else kept talking in meaningless platitudes and dismissive impatience.

Inevitably then, through that intimate closeness, my pain gradually became replaced by something else. Something new. Something scary. I began to crave her touch, that sense of mothering closeness, that feeling of my skin on hers. I became a junkie for the perfumed aroma of her clothes, the soft texture of her nylon stockings against my leg, the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she held me close, her whispered words.

I began to make excuses to visit her, prolonging the outward appearance of agony long after the memory of why I was hurting in the first place had faded. I offered to do yard work for her, to clean her house, to iron her clothes. Anything to be close to the older woman who beguiled me so. I never stopped to think how wrong it was, how inappropriate. I never stopped to think what my mom would say or the chuntering chorus of the town’s moral choir. I just had to be there.

And then, one day, everything changed.

She was in her study. It was a gloriously brilliant August afternoon, I remember that much. I found her there, at her desk, typing on the laptop computer as she did most days. I’d never asked her what she wrote before, it hadn’t seemed relevant. But now the detail seemed curiously important in the complex tapestry of my nascent love.

“What are you writing, Ms. Sharp?” I asked, tiptoeing around beside her.

She turned to me and regarded me with that cool self-assurance that thrilled and terrified me in equal measure.

“I’m writing a story about an older woman.”

“Oh,” I said, wanting to know more, wanting to know everything. “Like a romance?”

“Steamier than that,” she purred, turning her chair to face me. “It’s a sex story.”

I sighed and chewed on my lower lip. “A s-sex story?”

“Yes. In this story, an older woman becomes friends with a younger girl, outwardly offering to help the younger girl through a painful break-up.”

She paused and leaned her head to the side, studying my reaction.

I felt a sudden dizzying wave washing over me, as if the ground was coming up to meet me. “Really?” I managed to say.

“Yes. But the older woman has other ideas. She secretly lusts after the younger girl, she wants the younger girl for her own, she wants to possess her.”

“P-possess her?” I heard myself say, but my mind felt as if was a long way away.

Ms. Sharp pushed herself up from her seat and stepped over to where I was standing. Without warning, she curved her slender fingers around my cheek.

“Yes. The older woman bursa escort wants to own the younger girl. She wants to dominate her sexually. To have her do things that she knows to be wrong, but she can’t resist. And the younger girl lets her, because the younger girl is blinded by infatuation.”

“Wh-what happens to them?”

Ms. Sharp took a step forward and pushed me back against the wall, pinning me there with her body, placing her bare arm to the left of my head. I could feel the warmth of her, the swell of her full breasts against mine. I felt tiny and insignificant, powerless and mesmerized.

“They begin a torrid affair, a secret relationship of sexual asymmetry. The girl becomes the woman’s live-in lover, her servant… her slave.”

“S-slave…” I repeated, my eyes locked on Ms. Sharp’s eyes. My heart was hammering, my skin felt like hot lava.

“Yes. Because, sometimes, women can be slaves to other women. They can exist for the sole reason of bringing their mistresses pleasure, they can live for their approval, and crave the sweet sting of their punishment.”

“Yes,” I breathed, understanding what she was saying though I’d never heard the words before, had never thought those thoughts.

Ms. Sharp trailed a single long finger down the side of my face and I closed my eyes, breathing deeply.

“In a moment, honey, I’m going to go and sit on the sofa, right over there.” She glanced to the side. “And you’re going to take your clothes off. Slowly, I want to enjoy watching you.”

“Yes, Ms. Sharp,” I breathed. How could I not?

“Then, when you’re perfectly naked, you’re going to come to me and kneel down on the floor. And as you’re kneeling there, naked as the day you were born, you’re going to look up at me and you’re going to ask me a question. It will be a question that you will ask me many times in the future, a question that you will love to ask me, a question that will define your existence from now on.”

Her face was inches from mine as she spoke the words, as she delivered the soliloquy that would become the template for my new life. I could feel her breath on my lips, I could smell the intoxicating aroma of her perfume. I relished the way her warmth scalded me and made my desire pulse like a drumbeat between my legs.

“A-a question?”

“Yes, honey,” she purred, playfully brushing her lips over mine and making my whole body sing out with demands that I knew I must not voice. “You will ask me, simply, ‘how may I serve you, Mistress?’ and then you will wait for me to tell you. Do you understand?”

I closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath, tried to calm the galloping stampede of my heart, tried to harness the fireball that burned in my sex. “Of course I understand,” I wanted to shout, “of course I’ll do that!”

Because my fate was sealed the moment I first felt her touch or heard her melodic voice, the moment I first craved her presence. And, as I reached the end of my path and embraced my sordid fate, there was only one thing left to say.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good girl,” she purred, and took a step back.

A rush of warm satisfaction filled my body, provoked into life by that singular validation. I watched her move, mesmerized by her, following her as she stepped over to the sofa, marvelling at the fluidity of her motion. She turned and sat down, seeming to flicker from position to position without the wasteful need for interstitial steps. One moment she was standing, the next she was sitting, her long legs crossed, hands cradled around the black-nylon clad curve of her knee. She peered at me with wide green eyes and licked her lips. I’d never been looked at like that before, I’d never felt so wanted, so desired. Her expression alone might have sent me running for the hills, had I not fallen under her spell.

But, with tiny steps, I moved forward, dizzy and unsure of myself, knowing only the destination I needed to get to and nothing of what I would do to get there.

“Take off your clothes,” purred the older woman, reclining back into the corner of the sofa as if settling in for a night of Netlifx.

“Yes, Mistress,” I whispered, knowing it was the right thing to say.

With halting movements, I began to strip, kicking off my sneakers first, then rolling my vest top over my head. My skirt came next, pushed down my legs and kicked aside like an afterthought.

“Everything,” said Ms. Sharp, her eyes trailing down my body, lingering on my bra and panties.

“Yes, Mistress,” I nodded. I reached behind myself to unclasp my bra. For the longest time, I fumbled with the fastener, feeling it slip through my trembling, sweaty fingers. escort bursa Finally, it gave way, and my bra slid down my arms to the floor and into irrelevance. I felt the cool lick of the air conditioned room on my aching nipples and closed my eyes, trying to control the borderline panic that my near-nakedness had provoked. Then, with a sigh, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and pushed them down my legs.

“You’re beautiful,” said Ms. Sharp, sliding her hand slowly over her velvet soft thigh. Honestly, if she hadn’t said that, I think I might have scooped up my discarded clothes and fled sobbing into the street. But her words were a salve to my fear, her sentiment calmed me like shot of the strongest d**g.

“Th-thank you, Mistress,” I said.

On shaking legs, I stepped forward, walking as if in a dream, watched every step of the way by the appraising gaze of the older woman. I sighed as I lowered myself down to the floor before her and folded my legs beneath my body, enthralled by how right that simple gesture of submission felt. I wanted to be lower than her, I wanted to look up at her, I wanted her to peer down at me with those hungry, greedy eyes. I wanted to be wanted like that, no matter how wrong it sounds to you. I wanted to be her plaything, her toy, her possession.

“How may I serve you, Mistress?” I said, repeating the question that she’d demanded of me, experiencing a warm flush of satisfaction as I did so.

Ms. Sharp touched her index finger to her full lips and studied me. Then she raised her right leg and held her foot out in the air before me. “Take off my shoe,” she purred, extending her ankle, pointing her toes at my breasts.

I sighed. “Yes, Mistress,” I said, feeling dizzy and out of control. Shaking visibly, I reached forward and curled my fingers around her ankle and lifted her leg. Slowly, gently, I gripped the spiked heel of her stiletto pump and eased the expensive shoe from her foot. Her toes rippled in the air before my face, stretching the sheer nylon that encased them. I smelled her for the first time, an exquisite aroma of perfume, sweat and shoe leather. My heart was already pounding hard, but that intimate proximity to another woman’s body made it gallop somehow faster.

I glanced to the side and set the shoe down beside me, then turned back to her, still holding her leg up in front of me, unwilling to let it go.

Ms. Sharp let her body slide forward on the sofa, parting her legs, forcing her tight dress to gather at her hips. I sighed as she was revealed to me, marvelling at every detail. The intricate, delicate lace of her stocking tops; the creamy flesh of her inner thighs; the sordid revelation of her lack of panties; and the smooth shaven perfection of her sex, an inviting pink line of plump flesh, glistening in the late afternoon sun with a wetness that I longed to taste.

My brazen observation was interrupted by the melodic chime of her voice. “What time are you expected home, honey?” she asked, jarring me from my sordid thoughts by the normality of her query.

“Uh, I’m not, I guess… my mom and dad are out of town, and my brother is away at camp.” Somehow, recounting the details of my mundane family life while kneeling there naked before the exposed splendor of an older woman’s dripping wet sex seemed to thrill more than anything so far.

“Good,” smiled Ms. Sharp, curling her toes so that her velvet soft digits glanced the tip of my nose, “then we have plenty of time.”

“Time, Mistress?” I asked, desperate to hear more.

“Yes. I want you to start at the tip of my toes, and I want you to use your mouth. I want you worship my body, kissing me, licking me, sucking me, with your tongue and your lips. And I want you to take your time. I want you to work your way from my foot, up my leg, past my knee and to my inner thighs,” she touched her hands to the silky expanse between her legs, as if to illustrate the anatomical journey that I was about to take. “And, sometime in the next hour or so, I want you to reach here.” She paused and moved her hand upwards, using two fingers to splay open the pink lips of her sex. “And when you get there, well, you’ll know what to do.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I nodded, feeling giddy and terrified in equal measure, my inexperience flooding my mind with the raw fear of failure. “I’ve never… I’ve never done that before,” I added, nodding at the rose petals of her exposed pussy.

She smiled down at me and brushed my cheek with her nylon foot. “That’s okay, honey,” she purred. “If you get it wrong, then I’ll have to spank you. And you don’t want that, do you?”

I shook my head. “No, Mistress,” bursa escort bayan I lied. Oh god, I did want that, I did!

“Good,” she said, beaming a warm smile down at me that wouldn’t have seemed out of place at a PTA meeting or Little League game. I sighed as I basked in the radiance of her, momentarily oblivious to my nakedness or the close proximity of her stockinged foot. “Well,” she purred, after an eternity of seconds. “What are you waiting for?”

I gasped a quick apology, and then closed my eyes, sinking into a state of docile obedience that would become second nature to me over the coming weeks and months. I leaned forward, gingerly touching my lips to the tip of her big toe. The soft texture and subtle warmth caused me to sigh slowly, a release of tension, an arc of electric contact. I leaned in again, kissing her sole this time, flicking my tongue out to sample her flavor. Oh god, she taste wonderful! Aroused and excited, I felt myself settle into a rhythm, a curious exploration of new sensations and new urges. The savory flavor of her, the silk touch of her on my lips, the feel of her toes curling against my face. It became a sensory overload that had no equal.

As I sank into my task, time ceased to have meaning. My recollection of that first submission consists of a sequence of moments, snapshots from a sordid album. Her writhing toes in my mouth; my face pressed into the soles of her feet, smothered by her, filling my lungs with her; kissing my way over the toned curve of her calf; lingering for an eternity in that special place behind her knee; licking long, wet trails up the inside of her legs; finding the pale cream of her upper thigh… And then, finally, reaching that most coveted destination and… pausing.

I took a breath and shook my head, arms curled around the older woman’s thighs, attempting to clear my thoughts. Her glistening lips were inches from my mouth, I could feel the warmth radiating off her pussy, I could smell that impossibly arousing aroma of pure womanhood. I wanted to sink my tongue into her, I wanted to devour her, to lose myself in that wet heaven. Instead, fighting hard to control my longing, I glanced up at her from between her legs and locked my eyes on hers.

“Mistress,” I whispered. “May I eat your pussy?”

It was her turn to sigh, her turn to gasp in delight and surprise. She peered down at me with dancing eyes, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed. “Yes, honey, you may eat my pussy. You may eat my pussy as much as you like.” She paused and chewed on her lower lip. “And, later, I will eat yours.”

I closed my eyes and breathed out slowly, excited to an impossible degree by this porn-cliché talk with a woman who was old enough to be my mother. And when I finally centered myself, when I finally felt enough control return to my shaking body to direct it to where I wanted it to go, only then did I begin my sordid task, only then did I fulfil my ultimate purpose.

With a long sigh, I swept my tongue across the pink wetness of her pussy and flicked the bulging nub of her clitoris with a playful stroke. Though I’d never gone down on another woman before, though I’d barely even considered it, I found that I knew exactly what to do, exactly how to move. Guided by the sound of her sighs and the tender nudges of her long fingers in my hair, I charted that new territory with the enthusiastic zeal of an explorer in a new land. I was a scientist of pleasure, noting her cries and moans, iterating my technique to achieve maximum efficiency, to elicit the pleasure that I felt born to give her.

And, all the while, as my mouth conjured ecstasy in my Mistress’s body, my own pussy ached with the anticipation of what was to come. Like jungle drums, it pounded waves of pleasure out into my own body, fuelled by her taste and driven by the forbidden knowledge of what I was, what I’d become – an owned girl, a living doll, a sex toy. It was only the first step on my journey, but I already knew where it led. Obedience, docility, submissiveness, blank mindlessness. All of this I craved and all of this I knew I would achieve. The realization thrilled me to the point of climax.

But it was Ms. Sharp, my Mistress, who would know that sweet release first. And know it, she did. Her orgasm was long and quick, surprising me with its intensity and the sheer force of her pleasure. As she gripped my head with her thighs, I greedily slurped the warm liquid of her ecstasy into my body, drinking her like an elixir, craving her like a d**g. It was the first time I did it, but not the last, not by long way. And every taste felt better than the one before, such was the magnitude of my devotion and adoration.

So, now you know. Now you know why I am the sex slave of an older woman. But I have one question for you, one that I hope you will take time to think about as you’re lying awake tonight, thinking of my sinful tale.

Why aren’t you?

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This is my first all women story. I hope you enjoy it. I would like to thank Emma for all her help editing.

This story has BDSM including spanking and submission. It’s about a young submissive woman who works at a hotel. She spends her evenings fantasizing about a woman at her gym.

*

As Michelle works out, her breathing is getting labored with each additional squat. Her eyes as usual glancing across the gym to the raven beauty several mats over. As a regular gym patron, she has seen her every night for the past 2 months. Michelle finds herself staring, watching her infatuation grow with each workout. Her tanned, toned body perfectly sculpted.

She is completely enthralled watching the subject of her fixation work out harder and harder. She imagines licking the sweat of her perfect body. Sliding her tongue along her wet pussy lips and along her asshole. Michelle can feel her own pussy heating as her imagination goes wild.

After her workout, Michelle heads to the shower hoping, like each night, that her obsession will enter as well. Her heart stops as she enters, walking confidently to the stall across from her, leaving her towel in her locker. She can feel her pussy warm watching the water glisten off her perfect breasts, guessing them to be C cups. She marvels at how firm they are for a woman of her age, which she surmised to be early forties. Her dark nipples harden as she slides her soapy hands across them.

Not able to look away, Michelle watches intently as she soaps her pussy letting the water rinse off her shaved sex. Michelle, wonders how her pussy tastes, if she likes her nipples bitten or sucked. Closing her eyes she turns, letting her hands slide down her own body with thoughts of her racing in her mind. As Michelle’s fingers rub across her throbbing clit, her pussy tingles and she knows when she gets home she will bring herself to orgasm dreaming of being dominated by this green eyed Goddess.

“Excuse me,” a strong sexy voice asks, bringing Michelle out of her sexual haze. Michelle opens her eyes quickly removing her fingers from her pussy, turning around to the person behind her. “My name is Bella. I have noticed you here for last few months. Would you like to go for a coffee?”

Michelle looks up at her, as she is at least three inches taller than her five foot six inches. “H..hello, I’m Michelle. Her eyes slowly scanning the naked body of the confident middle-aged woman standing in front of her. “Y..Yes, I would like that,” feeling her nervousness and excitement.

“Meet me in the entrance in twenty minutes?” Bella smiles as she looks deep into Michelle’s blue eyes.

“Sure, that would be great. I will see you then,” smiling back as she turns off the shower, covering her breasts, suddenly a little self-conscious.

“Excellent, see you then,” Bella’s eyes scanning Michelle’s wet naked body, her tongue slowly sliding along her full upper lip.

Bella winks and turns around walking out of the shower as Michelle watches her ass sway. Now beginning to breathe again, realizing what has just happened. “Oh my God,” she thinks to herself leaving the shower.

Picking up her towel, she begins to dry her body, her mind racing as the towel slides across her large D cup breasts, barely able to believe what just happened. She begins to recall her many nights alone fantasizing about Bella.

Twenty minutes later she is waiting in the entrance, nervously anticipating Bella. Her heart skips a beat as Bella walks through the door. Her long hair flowing, her breasts emphasized by her low cut revealing black top. She is wearing jeans that fit her perfectly, showing her magnificent body.

“Hey Michelle, sorry I’m late,” Bella says as she walks up to her.

“It’s ok, just got here myself,” Michelle returns, sneaking a peak at Bella’s perfect breasts.

“Shall we?” she asks, opening the door for Michelle.

“Absolutely,” smiles Michelle walking through the door breathing in the intoxicating scent of Bella as she passes by.

They walk across the street to the coffee shop, get their order and take a seat in the back corner. Bella, picks up her mug, their eyes locked, as she takes a sip.

“So Michelle, tell me about yourself,” Bella asks in an assertive tone.

She takes her sip as well, “Not much to know. I’m 28, I live alone and work at the Marriott down town.” Michelle takes another sip of her steaming tea.

“Oh really, what do you do there?” Bella continuing to look deeply into Michelle’s eyes.

“Just a hotel concierge,” she comments beginning to feel her body heating from the intense glaring from Bella.

“Are you seeing anyone Michelle?” asks Bella, leaning forward her eyes slowly scanning down Michelle’s body making her feel almost naked.

“No, no I’m not,” answers Michelle.

Bella takes another sip. “Do you like women, Michelle?”

Michelle cannot believe the directness of this woman, focusing back at Bella, “I like men and women.”

“Oh, I see,” her voice softening. Slowly, bursa escort she moves her leg letting it softly brush against Michelle’s. “Do you like strong woman Michelle?”

Feeling that Bella is peeling off her clothes, her pussy moistening between her legs. She just nods.

“Michelle,” Bella leaning even closer, “I can see you staring at me every night. Do you like what you see, Michelle?”

Michelle can feel her breath increasing, her nipples hardening under her bra. Again she nods, feeling her face heating, knowing she is blushing.

Bella slides her hand under the table whispering, “Say it,” her hand touching Michelle’s thigh.

“I do,” she whispers back, feeling herself being drawn into Bella’s spell.

“Spread your legs Michelle,” Bella commands as her fingers glide up to her burning pussy.

Michelle not able to control herself, not wanting to, spreads her legs as directed.

“Mmm, good girl,” purrs Bella, her finger now sliding along her pussy. “So warm,” she says as she caresses Michelle’s dripping pussy.

Bella leans in, knowing that Michelle is hers. “I want you to go home, and rub your pussy for me. Do not cum.” Her full pink lips press softly against Michelle’s. “Do you understand Michelle?”

A soft moan slips past Michelle’s lips, “Yes, fuck yes. I understand.”

Bella continues to rub Michelle’s pussy, feeling the dampness building between her legs. “Good girl,” she whispers again, biting softly on Michelle’s bottom lip.

“I want your cell number,” she orders, removing her fingers from between Michelle’s legs picking up her phone.

Michelle sighs, not wanting her to stop and gives Bella her number as she types it into her phone.

“Now go my pet,” Bella says, “I will contact you soon. Remember, you do not cum until I allow it.”

Michelle nods again, shocked at how fast this woman is able to get to her. She stands up, taking a last sip of her tea, recalling the word pet.

Bella stands up with her, pulling her closer, leaning in to her ear. “Michelle, it was a pleasure to meet you,” nibbling her ear moaning softly.

Her pussy on fire as she leaves the shop, walking to her apartment, thoughts of the last few minutes replaying in her head. Fuck, she thinks to herself, rushing into her apartment, not knowing if she will be able to obey as ordered.

Quickly she removes her clothes, marveling at the dampness of her panties, moving to the bed and spreading her legs. Her fingers find her smoldering pussy as her eyes close, rubbing softly while playing the night’s excitement in her head.

Still amazed at the speed that Bella was able to control her, she slips a finger into her tight pussy, sinking it deeper and deeper. Michelle moans as her finger slides in and out, her lips tight around her, dripping as her orgasm slowly builds.

Just before reaching orgasm she stops remembering the orders of Bella. Frustrated, she slips out her wet finger, bringing it to her lips tasting her sweet nectar.

…

The next day Michelle is at work, thinking about Bella. On edge from not coming. Her nightly routine of masturbating as she thinks about Bella not ending in her usual orgasm. She is a true submissive who enjoys pleasing everyone around her and has had several Mistresses and Masters in her exciting short life. Her pussy is constantly wet, always thinking about Bella.

Her roaming mind, always causes her panties to be soaked, requiring that she bring several changes to work each day. By lunch time, she normally heads to the restroom, rubbing her pussy needing to release. However, today is different, she is obeying this stranger who has quickly taken control of her.

Several minutes later, her juices flowing, the sound of the room service phone ringing brings her back, her hand warm from rubbing her dripping pussy. She picks up the phone, answering, “Hello, how may I help you?” her voice a little shaky.

“Yes, I would like another pillow, the two in my room are not acceptable,” the sultry, sexy voice on the other end of the line causing Michelle’s pussy to melt.

“Very sorry to hear that ma’am. What kind of pillow are you looking for, I will bring one up to you right away.”

“I need a much softer one, a very soft one. These are much too hard for me,” a subtle sexual tone in her sensual voice, slightly emphasizing the word hard. “Please bring it as soon as possible, I am eager to get to bed.”

Michelle breathing harder, her hand rubbing between her legs under the desk as the sex filled innuendos replay in her dirty, sexy mind. Suddenly she realizes the person on the other end of the line is Bella. “Holy shit,” she moans, her body panicking. “Fuck Fuck. Fuck,” her worry turning to something else. Slipping her hand under her skirt again, sliding over her wet panties. She slips two fingers into her warmth, moaning in her mind, needing to release so bad.

She gets two pillows and tells her co-worker that she will be taking her dinner break now after bursa escort bayan bringing pillows to room 953. Her hand is shaking as she presses the elevator button, envisioning Bella laying on her bed with her toned legs spread, her pussy lips parted and dripping onto the expensive cotton sheets.

Knocking on the door, Michelle says, “Room service, I have your pillows.”

“Come in, come in the door is open,” a bit of frustration in her tone.

Slowly Michelle pushes the door, looking at the large luxurious suite, “Hello, it’s Michelle,” she keeps walking to the bedroom.

“Michelle, I am glad you brought them. Just put them under my legs, like a good girl,” that term once again bringing back her fond submissive memories.

Bella is laying spread out on the bed, over the covers in a sheer black negligee. “You look much different than when I see you at the gym,” tapping on the bed. Michelle moves closer noticing she is not wearing any panties.

“Here my pet, sit next to me,” feeling Bella’s eyes burning into her.

Michelle walks over slowly, not able to look away from Bella’s bare pussy, hardly covered by the sheer black lace fabric. “You look a little different from the gym as well.” She sits on the bed, mere inches from Bella’s glistening pussy. “Shall I put these under your legs now?” Michelle slides down the bed, her eyes still glued to the woman’s exquisite sex.

She looks at Michelle, “You may call me Mistress Bella,” she asserts while lifting up her legs causing the fabric to fall past her wetness.

Michelle moans, her hand shaking as she slips the pillows under her perfect, toned legs. Her words making her pussy drip even more.

“Tell me Michelle, were you a good girl,” Bella spreads her legs a little wider, whispering, “Did you go home last night and rub your pussy for me, without coming?”

Michelle nods whispering, “Yes Mistress Bella.” Her eyes still drawn to Bella’s pussy, then she looks away.

“Michelle, I did not say you may look away. Do you not find me attractive?” she starts rubbing her pussy, pushing her middle finger inside her wet hole, moaning as her lips fold around it.

Michelle looks back, gulping eagerly watching the finger sink into Bella’s shaved, wet pussy. She moans feeling the wetness between her legs.

“Michelle, when you stare at me in the gym, do you wonder what my pussy tastes like?” asks Bella, her finger sliding in and out of her dripping hole.

“Yes, Mistress Bella,” she confesses feeling her face turning red.

Bella pulls her finger from her dripping cunt, whispering, “Would you like to taste my pussy now, slut?”

“Yes Mistress Bella,” her eyes focusing on the wet finger Bella is presenting.

Bella says, “I have rules for my pets. No clothes in bed. Remove your clothes like a good girl,” her wet finger motioning her to savor her sweet juice.

Hands shaking, pussy dripping, Michelle unbuttons her blouse, seeing her nipples poking through the soft white camisole. Slowly she pulls off her top, tossing it to the floor, then sliding down the spaghetti straps of the cami, the support falling too, as her large breasts fall slightly. Bella’s eyes perk up seeing her hard, erect nipples peak over the white camisole.

“Mmm, very nice.” Bella starts rubbing her pussy, remembering Michelle’s breasts from the gym, getting her finger more wet for her new found sub.

“Now the skirt my pet,” her eyes glued to her sex.

Slowly reaching down as the camisole falls to the floor, her hands hooking the skirt sliding it down her long legs.

“Oh dear,” Bella moans seeing Michelle’s pussy lips clearly visible through her sheer soaked panties.

Michelle blushes again, pulling them down, they slightly stick to her shaved pussy lips. Again, another soft moan coming from Bella, “Show me. Fuck, show me,” her well-dressed eyes not able to look away.

The panties slowly slide down Michelle’s legs, agonizingly slowly they part from her wet cunt, a visible wet trail follows along her thigh.

“Closer my sweet slut, closer.”

Michelle crawls up the bed, her large breasts swaying. Each hard nipple aching, needing to be sucked and licked as they softly brush against Bella’s lace negligee.

“Open your mouth, do it now,” an insistent Bella demands.

Michelle quickly obeys, her tongue slipping out too, the moments feeling like hours, her heart pumping knowing Bella’s pussy juice will taste so good. Many nights in bed she had fantasized about tasting her.

Slowly Mistress Bella slips her pussy soaked finger into her greedy mouth. Michelle swirls her tongue over it, wrapping her pink lips around it. Sucking and licking, Michelle’s pussy now dripping down her inner thigh.

“Such a good slut. I knew you were,” leaning in, “You are my slut now. Nod if you agree.”

She nods in agreement, not wanting to have Bella remove her finger until she’s completely devoured her sweet juice.

“Michelle, tell me, do you like being told what to do?” escort bursa Bella continues pushing her finger deeper into Michelle’s warm mouth.

Michelle nods, her eyes not leaving Bella’s as she lowers her hand to her naked pussy, enjoying Bella’s sweet taste.

“Did I say you may touch your pussy? Immediately Michelle removes her hand from her needy hole.

“I’m Sorry Bella, I won’t do it again.”

Slap! Bella’s hand smacks across Michelle’s face, “What did I say MY name is, you stupid whore?” her voice filled with both rage and lust.

“I’m sorry Mistress Bella, it won’t happen again,” the humiliation doing its intended job on her smoldering hole.

She grabs Michelle’s face, “It better not my slut or we will be done here.” Letting go demanding, “Now lay back on the bed, I want my pussy licked.” She leans in, “If I do not cum in two minutes, you will not be coming tonight either. Nod if you understand.”

Michelle’s eyes widen, nodding, knowing she will need to cum shortly. Her pussy is on fire, needing to be touched and fucked hard.

Bella kneels beside Michelle’s beautiful head, holding onto the headboard. Her pussy just out of reach of Michelle’s greedy mouth. Mistress Bella reaches back grabbing Michelle’s nipple hard, making her moan loudly. “Sssshhh, you’re going to get us kicked out.” Again she grabs her nipple, covering Michelle’s mouth with her wet cunt as she lowers herself, twisting her nipple as Michelle screams into her Mistresses wetness.

Slowly she moves her wet pussy back and forth over Michelle’s eager mouth, pulling off her negligee tossing it to the floor, her magnificent breasts on display, nipples hard as diamonds. Michelle has seen her naked many times in the showers, and fantasized that her lips would be sucking her hard dark nipples. Never in her wildest fantasies did she think she would get to see her perfect breasts from this angle, while her tongue is buried deep inside her tight wet cunt.

Bella reaches lower rubbing her fellow gym patron’s pussy, whispering, “I hope you are as good at licking pussy as I think you are,” moaning as she presses her pussy harder over Michelle’s eager mouth. “Remember, two minutes,” she starts rocking faster across Michelle’s soft face.

“Mmm, such a good little slut,” her body grinding harder over Michelle’s expert mouth. Bella slips a finger into Michelle’s soaking pussy, softly saying, “Oh, I see someone likes eating pussy.”

Michelle too far gone to hear anything, think anything. Her only focus is getting her Mistress to cum quickly. She slips a finger into Bella’s ass making her moan.

“Yes, my slut. Fuck my holes like a dirty little sub.” The words driving Michelle horny as she fucks the holes of her new found Mistress.

“Right there, my pet. Fuck so good, my slut,” Bella getting to the edge, grinding harder over Michelle’s eager mouth. “You are such a pussy licking whore. Don’t stop, fuck!” Bella’s pussy tightens, her release taking over.

“Fuck, Fuck, I’m coming you slut. Don’t you fucking stop,” Bella still fingering Michelle’s sopping cunt. Rubbing faster on her sub’s throbbing clit, feeling her orgasm about the hit. Her pussy is grinding, squeezing Michelle’s eager tongue as wave after wave spills out of her, Michelle feasting on every drop, doing her best to swallow it all.

When she finally calms down Bella turns around, bending into a sixty-nine position as she starts fucking Michelle with 3 fingers, stretching her tight cunt, licking and sucking her throbbing clit.

“Mistress! Mistress! May I cum for you?” begs Michelle.

Bella moans, impressed with her submissive’s restraint. Michelle’s pussy tightening around her pounding fingers as she yells out, “Cum my slut, cum for me, like a good girl,” her fingers relentlessly pumping as Michelle explodes onto the new pillows.

“Fuck, Fuck Bella, I want you. I want this. I’m yours,” moans Michelle, her pussy spasming, coming again. Bella now spreading her fingers in Michelle’s quivering cunt. After three strong waves, she pulls out of her pussy, licking Michelle’s cum from her drenched fingers, the sweet taste not disappointing her.

She turns over on top of Michelle, kissing her pussy soaked lips. Whispering, “You are mine now, only mine.”

Michelle, her eyes glazed and content, smiles, whispering back, “only yours, Mistress Bella.”

Bella slides next to her new toy, her hand caressing Michelle’s warm body. “What time do you get off, my pet?” she says with a smile, her fingers dancing over Michelle’s erect nipples.

Looking at her, “I just did, so good Mistress Bella, thank you.”

Bella slaps her breast, “Such a bad girl, I will need to punish you later.”

Michelle’s eyes widen, “Mmm, I would like that a lot,” as a sad look comes over her face. “I better get going, my dinner is only thirty minutes.”

Bella pulls her close, kissing her softly, again whispering, “I want you here, the second you finish.”

Smiling, “I finish at 11 PM, and I will be here as you command.”

“Good girl,” she smiles back, reaching into a case, saying softly, “One more thing before you leave. On all fours my slut.”

Looking at Bella, feeling her pussy tingle, she quickly gets onto all fours, “Is this good, Mistress?”

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I left Lisa to close her shoe store and I walked back to the JW Marriott. I was on fire I was so horny! In my room I relived every second of our encounter as I soaked in the Jacuzzi tub and the jets of hot water played over my body. It wasn’t long and orgasms were ripping through me. I had thought about picking up some guy, but decided a man would just ruin the mood right then.

I e-mailed my “professors” that night and got some excited replies. The next move depended on Lisa. I spent a couple of frustrating days back in seminars and study groups as I waited on Saturday to arrive. Would she be there?

I spent my spare time shopping, not at the Galleria, but at other shops and Malls around Houston. Saturday was suppose to be an Indian Summer day so I found a new outfit just for the occasion.

Finally the big day arrived! I bathed and shaved and dressed in a state of just barely controlled excitement.

The blouse I wore was a flowered silk, in pastels. It fit over my left shoulder and across the top of my breast to under my right arm. The tail was cut on the opposite angle, and the matching skirt finished the zig zag, starting at mid thigh on one side and ending just below my knee on the other. Of course I wore nothing but a white lace garter and hose under it. A small gold pendant, watch and 3 inch heels in soft blue suede finished me off.

My nipples made little points in the silk as I walked through the lobby and across the street to the Galleria and Bennigans. I timed my arrival so that Lisa would already be there if she were coming. I was trying not to be too optimistic about it as I entered the saloon and grill. You can imagine my smile as I saw her sitting at a table waiting for me.

I signaled the waiter that I was joining her and crossed the room to meet her. I was well aware of the looks I was attracting. I knew that my nipples were obviously sticking up, and that the heels added tension to my legs and a sexy sway to my walk. I loved it!

Lisa stood as I arrived at her table, but I had to initiate the hug. I wasn’t sure if it was embarrassment on her part from the other night, or her submissive attitude. I held her back at arms length and looked her over.

“Your beautiful,” I allowed, “but I am not to excited about you wearing the store uniform.” She was in the same outfit I had seen her in the other night, black knee length skirt and red blouse.

Her lip quivered, “I’m sorry ma’am, but this is the best I had for tonight, everything else is…well too conservative.”

I laughed, if this is the most risqué thing she owned we were really going to have fun tonight.

“Not to worry,” I smiled, “we’ll fix that problem soon. Now is the rest of your outfit “proper” attire too?”

“ Oh definitely not ma’am,” she blushed.

“Well let’s sit down and you can show me!”

There was the least little bit of hesitation as she took her chair and worked her skirt up and legs apart to give me a peek at her fussy bush. I smiled again, she blushed and a waiter appeared at the table to take our orders. She made no effort to lower her skirt though I doubt from his angle he could see anything more than a lot of pretty thigh and the lace tops of her hose. I ordered us a couple of Margueritas and Lisa began to chatter away. I guess she was a bit nervous. I know I was!

She told me about her boyfriend, Richard, and how they meet, where he worked and all the small talk trivia we girls are so fond of. Finally, as she began her second drink she told me how after our last meeting she had gone home and just about raped poor Richard. As they were cuddling after what she called the best sex she ever had she told him about me. At first he thought it was just a fantasy she was making up to get him excited again, and when he realized that she expected him to believe it he laughed at her.

“He just doesn’t believe you are real Ma’am” she told me.

“Oh I am very real!” I laughed. “very real indeed!”

She told me she wouldn’t have anything to do with him the next 2 days, and that he was now trying his best to get back on her good side.

“Lets go shopping!”

I settled the check, took her hand and we bounced out of the grill. She started to tell me she couldn’t afford to buy anything tonight, but I just led her on anyway.

Once again I was on exhibit in the Mall and loving every minute of it. My skirt would not flare, but the soft fabric clung to my body, showing off the sway of my hips, curve of my ass and shape of my breasts. I was getting really horny and the best part was the night was just starting. On the stairs Lisa had a few moments of hesitation, but I did see her hands ever so slightly raise the skirt as she took the steps next to me. I was going to be proud of her, I just knew it.

I took her to the same dress shop I had been in the other night and to continue my great luck Pam was working again. She greeted me warmly and I introduced Lisa to her. We all hit it off immediately and began our hunt for the right outfits. Evidently Lisa had never bursa escort enjoyed financial freedom, because she shopped the price tag first, then the clothes. It only took me a second to convince her we were here for fun and to just pick what she liked. I took her hand and together we selected a couple of dresses to try on. I turned her loose and shortly she had an armload of blouses, skirts and dresses to take to the fitting room. We all trouped into the fitting area and once again I got naked but for my garter and stockings right away. Pam was as un-surprised as the first time, but Lisa was a little taken aback.

“Come on girl, relax and have fun” I teased. I stood in front of her and began to open her blouse. Soon she too was stripped to her thigh highs and heels. I noticed that her bush was trimmed to a nice bikini cut.

“Pam”, I asked, “ did you let that horny husband of yours shave you yet?”

“Not yet”, she replied, ‘I’m saving it for next weekend, our anniversary.”

Lisa didn’t know how to take such open conversation, but I will give her credit, she asked if she should shave hers too. I told her I sort of liked the little blonde bush, I thought it was kind of cute.

We tried on piece after piece. I had no intention of buying anything else to carry back home, but I was looking for just the right ensemble for Lisa. One of the skirts she had picked up was identical to the black pleated skirt I had worn the first night I met her, except it was a soft blue. She tried a pale blue blouse that matched it very well and went with the natural color of her heels. The skirt came only to mid thigh and a slight swish revealed the lace tops of her hose. The blouse was a thin rayon that was almost transparent, and with back light would be. I kept my eyes on those as she tried on more clothes. With each new costume we would prance and swing about, showing off for ourselves. Finally, after a dozen changes each, helping each other fit and tuck, tie and snap, feeling the touch of each others hands against our naked bodies, we were done.

I sorted out the skirt and blouse that I wanted her to have, and handed them to Pam. Lisa protested, until I told Pam to remove the tags so she could wear them out of the store. She was as excited as a little girl as she dressed in her new clothes. We had Pam bag the old stuff, including her bra, and giving her a big hug we made our way out of the store and the Mall.

Lisa was really fired up now and as we walked across the Mall she swished and swayed and bounced and drew every eye of the late Saturday night crowd. Her breasts were about a 36C, compared to my own pert 34B titties, and with every move they wiggled and jiggled under her blouse accentuating her bralessness.

Either the constant movement against the fabric, her own excitement or both, had her nipples sticking out in quarter inch points.

Now I was used to turning heads when I was on show, but Lisa actually took the breath away. I saw several double takes and unabashed stares as we paraded through the Mall.

“Let’s get another drink,” I encouraged her, and led her off to the hotel lobby. There was a small dark bar in the lobby, with low large overstuffed seats and lower tables. We positioned ourselves in the chairs and ordered up drinks.

“You think Richard is at home?”, I asked her.

“It’s almost 10 o’clock, he should be, why?” she asked suspiciously.

“Give me his number, I want to call him. What does he mean I’m a figment of your imagination!”

He answered on the second ring., “Hello, this is Richard.”

“Do you have any idea who this is?” I asked.

Before he could reply I told him, “This is Jackie, the woman who doesn’t exist.”

“Your name may be Jackie, but the woman that Lisa described couldn’t exist.”

“Well I’m here with Lisa right now, and she looks like she could use some company tonight. Believe me Richard, you would enjoy her company right now!”

“Tell me where you are and I’ll meet you.”

“Not so fast big boy!” I told him in my sternest voice. “If you want to join us tonight and see if there really is a Jackie you need to do some things for us.”

I told him we would meet him in the hotel bar, but first he had to get a room, and on the way had to stop and get some rope, like a clothes line. He was to leave the rope and something to cut it with in the room and then meet us in the bar.

Lisa was looking at me wide eyed as I hung up the cell phone.

“Relax Sweet Lisa, the night is going to get more and more interesting” I told her.

I had noticed that the traffic past our table had been steadily increasing since we sat down. I looked to Lisa and could see the tops of her hose and some bare skin, my garter straps were showing and I realized that with the right angle, like that taken on the path to the restrooms, you could probably see all the way up our skirts. I pointed this out to Lisa, and to my surprise she told me she knew. Oh this was getting better all the time.

We had just been served our third drink, and had been approached by several men, escort bursa when Richard arrived. Lisa pointed him out to me as he approached. Not bad, about 23 and well over 6 foot tall, he looked sharp in a casual shirt and slacks. As he neared Lisa I could see the change on his face. Evidently he was getting the view that Lisa had been giving all the other men in the bar. She stood up just before he got to her and he stopped dead in his tracks.

“Lisa?” he asked, as if this wasn’t the girl he knew.

She hugged his neck and sat him down in the chair with her. His hand rested on her thigh and he was absolutely speechless. I introduced myself with a smile, and asked if he liked Lisa’s new clothes.

“I can see your tits,” he stammered.

“Do you like them?” she asked with a wanton grin.

“God yes,” he said, “but everyone in here is looking at you!”

“Um” was all she replied.

The waiter brought Richard a drink while Lisa and I talked about nonsense, food, clothes, music and stuff and drove Richard wild.

Finally I asked, “Did you get a room?”

“916” He told us.

“Let’s go!”

We made our way to the elevators, one not bad looking guy and 2 very sexy looking women. When the elevator door closed I turned to Lisa. I began to unbutton her blouse as the car moved up.

“What if the elevator stops and someone gets on,” she asked.

“You mean you don’t want people to see you?” I questioned.

“Well yes, I mean no…well I mean I do want them to see, but I’m scared.”

“Don’t worry Sweet Lisa, Richard and I will protect you.”

I had her blouse fully open and using my hands slipped it back on her shoulders. She shrugged her arms and allowed the blouse to fall back down her arms to her hand. She casually handed it to Richard. Damn, she was beautiful standing there topless I thought as the chime sounded for the floor. We stepped from the car into the floor lobby. I stopped as the door closed behind us and asked Richard.

“What do you think big boy, does she need that skirt anymore?”

He caught on fast and replied, “No, I think not.”

Lisa didn’t even hesitate. Her hand went to her hip and unfastened the skirt allowing it to fall to the floor. There she hooked her toe in it and flipped it up to Richard. She was standing nude in the hotel hallway, anyone coming or going would see her. She did a slow turn and then offer each of us a hand. We led her to the room.

Inside the room I told her to get Richard undressed while I prepared things. I took the rope he had there and cut it into several lengths. I slipped a long piece under the mattress at the head and foot. I placed a pillow about halfway down the bed, and made sure another short piece of rope was within reach.

When I turned to see them Lisa was on her knees in front of a very naked Richard, She had his rigid dick in her hand and was just lowering her mouth to him. I watched fascinated as she took him into her mouth and started to slide up and down over his cock. She didn’t deep throat him, but took all she could into herself and slipped him slowly back out. I noticed her bright red nails for the first time. She had duplicated my polish. Well the best form of flattery is imitation. It just looked so damn sexy, her bright fingers holding his hard dick as her mouth slid over him.

My company car is an Explorer, but my personal car is a Miata, and I like the top down, so I always carry a scarf in my purse to tie my hair with. I took it from my handbag and walked behind Lisa. I lowered it over her eyes and tied it behind her head.

“That’s enough of that”, I told her, “now stand up for me.”

I led her to the bed and helped her lay on it. I had her raise her body and slipped the pillow under her butt. Then I went to each corner and tied her hands and feet to the ends of the rope I had slipped under the mattress. I left on her hose and heels. She looked spectacular, naked, spread-eagled and blindfolded on the bed.

I turned to Richard. His cock was standing out at attention. I instructed him to get between her legs and please her. He didn’t need any other prompting as her almost dove into her. I listened to her moans as I began to strip off my clothes. Once I was down to my heels, stockings and garter I move around to the head of the bed to get a better view. I was mesmerized, watching him tongue and nibble at her clit as she twisted and pushed her pussy to his mouth. I was fingering my own pussy as I watched them, and Richards eyes were locked unto me as his mouth and hands played with her. I was really enjoying playing with myself, but Richard watching added a new flavor to it for me. Lisa was going crazy, and Richard was working like a pro on her when she finally exploded into a fit of orgasm.

I was almost ready to cum myself, but held back, I was having too much fun being horny. I gave them a moment to catch their breath, then told Richard to move up and sit over her so that his balls rested on her belly button. I told him to put his hands behind his back and grabbed the short piece of rope and tied them bursa escort bayan there. Now I took my place behind him. My legs kneeled over hers as my breasts pushed into his back. His hands were right at the level of my pussy and I pushed myself against him. He didn’t disappoint me as he immediately began playing with my pussy and a finger slid easily inside me. I was too short to whisper into his ear, and besides I wanted Lisa to hear what was going on, so I blurted out, “Damn your finger feels so good in my cunt!”

Lisa could feel our bodies moving, straddled over hers as I pushed against him and worked his finger into me deeper.

“Like my pussy Richard?” I asked.

“Oh yes’, he whispered in reply.

“Speak up so Lisa can hear you”

“It’s hot and wet,” he spoke out, “and I love it!”

I reached around him and took his hard dick into my hand. “My, what a hard dick you have,” I crooned.

“Do you like the feel of my hand on your cock?”

“Oh yes!”

“I’m going to jack you off and make you cum all over Sweet Lisa, would you like that?” I asked.

“Oh fuck!” was all he could say.

Lisa was moaning and wiggling under us as my hand moved on his cock. I couldn’t close my hand around him, and I guessed him to be 6 inches. (What a man would call 8 inches but I think they start measuring at their assholes)

I worked in slow steady strokes and as I did I moved my pussy against his hand. I was soaking wet and could feel the trickle running down my thighs. He built steadily toward my goal as I moved a little faster over his cock. At last I felt him move back into me and tense up, I knew he was about to cum.

Holding him aimed in the air I pulled back hard, pulling all the free skin to the base of his dick. He jerked forward and arched his first spasm into the air. It flew to land on Lisa’s tits and shoulders. I pulled his cock down now and aimed him like a hose. Lisa arched her back and neck just as he shot again and this one hit her on the bottom of her chin, splashing onto her throat. Lisa flopped back down and the next burst hit her in the breast and left cheek. The final couple of pumps were not so strong and landed on her chest and belly. I watched Lisa to see her reaction to the cum shower. She was licking her lips though none of the juice had hit her mouth.

I moved off her and told Richard to do the same. I then moved the side table chair to the head of the bed and told him to sit there while I helped Lisa clean up. I crawled up over her until my arms were above hers on the bed and my knees were outside her waist. I felt my nipples brush hers and it sent a thrilling unfamiliar feeling through my whole body. I hadn’t been sure just how far I was going to go with this, but now I knew there was no limit.

I leaned down and brushed her lips ever so softly with mine. Her tongue reached for me. But I pulled away. I leaned to her ear and whispered to her, “Have you ever tasted Richard’s cum?”

“No ma’am,” she whispered back to me.

There was a rivulet of his juice running down her cheek and I moved to it. I slowly licked my tongue from the back edge of her jaw to the bottom of her eye. I can’t compare the taste to anything else. It is sharp and tangy, bitter and salty all at once and leaves a strong aftertaste.

I kissed Lisa, my first girl to girl kiss. Then I backed up just enough to get a good look at her. She was flushed and panting, her chest a dark red and her tongue constantly moving. I placed my hand under her neck and raised her throat to me. I lowered my mouth to her throat and using my tongue ladled up the small pool of cum that was there. I held it in my mouth as I moved to her mouth and shared it with her. As our mouths meet and the cum flowed between us her tongue probed my mouth trying to lick every drop from inside me. I repeated this until I had cleaned up every trace of her shower from Richard.

I was going crazy inside, hot and horny as I had never been before. I had waited as long as I could. I knee walked over her until my knees were above her head. I began to lower myself onto her, and as I did she raised her mouth to meet me. If I had had any doubts about Lisa this answered them for me. I felt as if every nerve ending on my body was hard wired and routed up my arms and legs to a central connection, and as her tongue touched my clit I felt the spark fly between us. I grabbed her hair and held her tight to me as her tongue flicked at me, her mouth covered me and her breath set fire to my insides. I had never felt this before. Was I a latent lesbian? Right now who the fuck cared!

It started deep in my belly and worked through my chest and arms, down my legs, and burst into my head! I was gripped by a continuous orgasm that rocked me, made me dizzy and took my breath away. I had to grab the headboard to hold myself from falling. It kept on and on, my hips bucking against her face, my body trembling until I had to pull myself off her before I died. I fell onto the bed next to her. After a minute or two I could look at her and actually see. Her face was covered with my juice and she was licking her lips to taste more of it. I looked across from her to see Richard slowly stroking his hard cock. I guess I wasn’t cut out to be a Girlscout, he had gotten my rope loose and was evidently enjoying the show we were giving him.

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If this is your first time coming across an Ellie and Jody story, you’ve got a lot of catching up to do before you read this. There are 12 other parts to their story that come before this. Please catch up, especially if you love a good romance, because at its heart that’s what this is. A love story.

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I’m not ready to give these two up yet but will be working on the next part of Emma and Nell next.

*****

I dropped the last box on the floor. We had been moving stuff from Jody’s house to the storage unit she rented, and my house, for 2 days. We were finally done. She wrapped her arms around my waist and put her chin on my shoulder. I sighed. Her fingers began to trace the horizontal lettering of the 3-day old tattoo on the underside of my left arm. It simply said ‘silverlinings’ in cursive, with a line going from my wrist to my elbow along my radial artery starting and ending the phrase.

My mind went back to the day after we had watched ‘Silver Linings Playbook’ together for the first time. I woke up to what remains the best text I have ever received.

‘After watching silver linings playbook a bunch of times that was the first time I didn’t cry. Maybe it is because I found my silver lining…you…’

We stood in the middle of my living room like that until Madi and Tim came inside. I was still processing the change, but the kids seemed to be rolling with it, even Kevin. He was in the spare room setting up all his stuff and making it his own space. I had picked Jessie up last night so she could help Madi settle her stuff. I was exhausted from everything.

As Madi and Tim walked into the living room, Jody and I turned around, her arm still around my waist. Another thing to process.

“So. What’s for dinner? I’m starving.” Tim rubbed his stomach for added drama.

“I ordered pizzas.” Jody told him.

“Yes! Second mom for the win!” Madi smacked him and they went into the kitchen looking for drinks.

I just chuckled. Jessie had taken a few hours to go visit some friends but was due back any time. It would be our first dinner together living under the same roof.

Madi and Kevin would only be here tonight, then they were going to Joe’s for the next week. Kevin was a creature of habit and even with turning 18 and starting community college, he still went to his dad’s when Madi did, most of the time. Sometimes I had pangs of jealousy over the co-parenting relationship Jody and Joe had.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by Jessie coming home and yelling the pizza was here. Jody let go of me to go pay for it. I was glued to the floor. I could smell the pizza when Jessie and Jody brought it past me into the kitchen. I was still standing where I had dropped the box. Kevin had come out of his room and joined the happy chaos in the kitchen. I was still in the living-room.

Jody peeked her head out of the kitchen “You coming to eat?”

It took me a minute to respond, to will my feet to move. “Yeah. Yeah I’m coming.” And I joined them.

***

The kids were all settled in their rooms, the rules and expectations had been hammered into Madi and Tim’s heads. Luckily, Jessie was here until tomorrow when I would drive her back. I had gone to shower while Jody sorted a few more boxes. I got out of the shower and was throwing my sweats on when Jody came into my room. Our room.

She watched me for a minute before she came over and wrapped her arms around me. I inhaled her deeply. “You good?” She asked.

“Yeah.” I wasn’t totally convinced of this. I could tell by the way she was acting neither was she.

“I’m gonna shower.” She grabbed some clothes from a box and went into the bathroom. I wanted to wait for her before I crawled under the covers, so I sat on the edge of the bed. I heard the water start and the noise lulled my eyes closed. My bobbing head startled me back awake. My eyes almost immediately started to close again. I stood up to keep myself awake. I walked around the room; her boxes were everywhere. She was going to unpack while I drove Jessie back to school tomorrow.

I heard the shower turn off and sat back down. “El.”

My head snapped up,” huh?”

Jody was standing in front of me. “Lay down. You’re exhausted.”

“I was waiting for you.”

“Okay, I’ll be done in a minute, lay down. I’ll be right there.” And she went back into the bathroom. I heard the blow dryer as I relented and curled up on my pillow. I felt her climb in next to me awhile later. I was half asleep. I tried to wake up. Moved over closer to her. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me in even closer, our legs intermingled. “Just sleep. I love you.”

I tried to tell her I wanted her, I loved her, but the words didn’t form. Her warmth enveloped me. I drifted into a contented deep sleep.

The sun hit my eyes and I groaned. I tried to pull the blanket over my head, tried to block the light but the blanket wouldn’t budge.

“Morning sleepyhead.” bursa escort She said as she kissed my head. I was still wrapped up in her arms, her warmth. I cooed with contentment.

I hadn’t meant to sleep through the night. When I was falling asleep so easily, without touching her on our first night living together, I promised myself I would wake up before dawn to do that. It was well past dawn. I could hear the muffled sounds of teenagers in the kitchen. I nuzzled into her more. I didn’t want to move. I wanted to move. I wanted her.

“What time is it?” I still hadn’t unwrapped myself from her.

“8:15”

“Ugh. Why did you let me sleep so late?” I rolled to look at her.

She ran her hand down my cheek. “Because you were exhausted. And overwhelmed.”

I started to say I was fine and she shh’d me with a kiss. “We better get down to the kitchen. That’s a lot of teenagers in one room.” She started to make her way out of the bed. I sat up and reached for her, pulling her back to me. “Ellie.”

This time I shh’d her. She pulled away breathless.

“I’ll be down in a minute.” I told her as she left. I went into the bathroom. I came out and took a deep breath before I headed downstairs.

I was quickly pulled into the chaos. Somehow our 4 kids felt more like 10 in that space. I walked over to start water for coffee. It was already brewed.

“I started it Mom. I figured you would need some before we head out. Are we still leaving at 9?” Jessie said.

Crap, that was right I had to spend the next few hours driving her back to school then myself back home. Before I could answer her Tim started taking.

“So, Joe is coming at 9:30 to get Madi and Kevin and I’m going too. We are gonna go for a ride. We have that big race next weekend. He said he’ll bring me home later.”

Again, I didn’t get a chance to reply when someone else started talking. It was Jody discussing the plans with Kevin and Madi. I took a couple of steps back, bumping into the counter. My hand was on my face, squeezing the skin between my eyes, raking down my face.

The kids started to disperse to get ready for the day. I was rubbing the back of my neck. I welcomed the quiet that now filled the kitchen. Jody came over, “You’re not okay.”

I looked at her. I refused to not be okay. “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. I’m coming with you to bring Jessie back to school.”

I started to speak; “You” she wouldn’t let me finish.

“Not asking Ellie, I’m telling you. I’m coming. I’m driving.” She gave me a hug and said she was going to get dressed. I stayed backed up to the counter

Jessie came back in. She poured a cup of coffee in my to-go mug and fixed it the way I liked it, then handed it to me. I smiled at her. “Thanks.”

“Of course.” She stood next to me while I sipped it. “It’s going to take you some time to get used to this, but you will.” She leaned over and kissed my forehead. Sometimes I wondered which one of us was the mom. “I’m going to go finish getting my stuff ready.”

“Put it in the Jeep. Jody’s coming. Is driving apparently.” I sighed as I said it.

She laughed, “that doesn’t surprise you does it, mom? Of course, she is.”

I finished my coffee and headed upstairs to get dressed. Jody was in the bathroom. I grabbed some clothes and started to get changed.

I was pulling on my jeans when she came out of the bathroom. She was dressed. She walked over. I was standing there in just my jeans. She put one hand behind my neck and pulled me in for a kiss, the other one cupped my left breast. “I could get used to seeing you like this every day.” I reached to kiss her more. “I’m not going anywhere Ellie. I’m here now, all the time.”

I sighed as I wrapped both arms around her neck, put my forehead to hers. “I love you.”

“I love you too. As much I love this view, I think maybe you should finish getting dressed before we have to leave.”

I laughed, “probably a good idea.”

We both finished getting ready and headed downstairs. It was just 9. Jessie was in the kitchen waiting for us. “Ready?” She asked.

Jody said, “almost. Just let me go talk to the kids.”

She was back a few minutes later and we headed to the Jeep. Jessie was bringing a few items back with her that she hadn’t brought originally and already had them in the back. Jody started up the Jeep and backed out of the driveway. After she put it in drive she took my hand. I hesitated for a split second because Jessie was with us, then reminded myself this was us now. We get to be a normal couple. I changed the radio to the 80s station, and we sang along loudly and badly for the next few hours.

As we pulled into the parking lot I tensed up. The last time we were all here Evan had made a scene. We parked and they got out. It took me an extra few seconds to follow them. I took a deep breath and got out of the Jeep. I joined them and helped bring stuff to Jessie’s room.

I tried not to think of the scene in the parking lot on escort bursa move in day, but my mind wouldn’t obey me. We put her stuff down on her bed. Jody was talking to one of Jessie’s roommates in the front room.

“Mom. Mom.”

I shook myself out of my thoughts. “Yeah?”

“No one has ever said anything to me about it. Don’t worry okay?” She gave me a hug. I returned it and shook my head.

“Are you sure you don’t want to get lunch before we leave?” Jody had come back in.

“Thanks Jody, but I want to get my stuff settled and I have some homework I need to get done before class tomorrow, I’m just going to grab something later.” I was pretty sure Jody slipped her some cash, but I didn’t say anything. We were both grateful Jessie gave up her time to help us. Jessie turned to me and gave me a huge hug. “Love you. I’ll see you for Thanksgiving.”

“Bye Jessie. I love you.” I hugged her back then turned for the door. The emotions that had been overshadowed on her first day were flooding me now. I heard her and Jody say goodbye and then Jody was walking with me to the Jeep.

We climbed inside and as we exited the parking lot the tears started to flow. She took my hand and let me cry in silence. When the tears stopped I closed my eyes and didn’t open them again until I felt the Jeep come to a stop. I stretched and rubbed my eyes, opened them. We were at a Texas Roadhouse. I looked over and Jody and smiled.

“How ya feeling?”

“I’m okay.” She gave me a look. “I promise. Also, hungry.”

She smirked. “Me too. Let’s eat.”

***

I texted Tim from the road. They were done riding and he was going to be home about the same time we were.

We pulled into the driveway a few hours later and sure enough Joe was backing out at the same time. He waved. We waved back. I was grateful yet again for the fact Jody and Joe co-parented and dealt with the changes in each other’s lives so well. Joe was dating someone the kids liked and Jody had said a few times she seemed great.

We walked in the house. The boxes were still where we had left them yesterday. I wasn’t sure why I thought they wouldn’t be.

“I know. It’s lots of clutter. I promise I will get it sorted fast.” She had taken the next two days off of work to deal with the closing and putting everything away. It was no secret I was a neat freak who didn’t like clutter. My need for order and limited items had peaked during the time Jody and I were apart. I was not as obsessed with keeping things perfect anymore. I had better things to put my energy into, most of the time.

“It’s fine. This is your home now too.” I turned to her and smiled. She gave me her best smile back.

“Coffee?”

“Sure.” I followed her into the kitchen and watched as she made us each a cup. Tim joined us a few minutes later.

“What’s for dinner?”

I hadn’t even given dinner a thought.

“There’s leftover pizza. Want me to heat it up?” Jody replied.

“I can do it but thanks.” Tim grabbed the pizza and tossed a few pieces in the microwave then sat down next to me. “Are you two coming to the race next weekend?”

I had already made a hotel reservation a few weeks ago. “I am.” I told him. I didn’t know if Jody was. I wondered for a moment how it was going to work.

She piped in, “so am I.” I smiled.

“Sweet. Madi and I are planning to go with Joe at noon, is that still okay?” I could tell by the tone of his voice he was trying to figure out how our new reality was going to look too.

“It’s fine by me, I’ll dismiss you early.” I was almost finished with my coffee.

“I’m going to go get some of my clothes put away.” Jody said as she put her own empty coffee mug in the dishwasher. She ran her hand over my shoulder as she left the kitchen. I watched her walk out.

“I’m glad they are here mom. That she’s here.”

I looked at Tim. He wasn’t my little boy anymore. It sometimes felt like I blinked, and he grew up, I tried not to think about the year I was all but absent from his life. I sighed and agreed with him.

I walked my mug to the dishwasher, loaded it and the few dishes in the sink inside. There are a few new mugs hanging under my cabinets. Jody and Madi’s. This was really happening. I started the dishwasher then made my way towards my room. Our room.

I could hear the music going from the middle of the stairs. I knew what I’d see before I even made it to the doorway. Jody was dancing around as she emptied boxes of clothes. I loved watching her dance. She loved dancing. I was hit with a lump of sadness. Just then she turned and saw me standing there and smiled. I tried to smile back but that sadness had taken up residence on my chest.

“El. What’s wrong?”

My breathing was getting shallow. No. I hadn’t had any major issues in weeks. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. My vision was starting to tunnel and all I could hear was the ocean in my ears.

Jody was next to me, pulled me into the room. Shut the door. I managed to take a few bursa escort bayan steps more inside the room before my vision totally blurred. I felt Jody help me sit down. I couldn’t see her, but I could feel her. She was rubbing my back as I cried. I think I was crying, maybe it was her. I was trying so hard not to lose myself. Fuck. I felt my stomach start to roll. I tried to move but my legs wouldn’t cooperate. The hand never stopped rubbing my back.

I felt something get put in my hands and I emptied my stomach into in, praying that’s what it was for. I needed to lay down. I still couldn’t see but I think she was near me. Muffled sounds in the distance, maybe she wasn’t. Don’t leave me please. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I felt so heavy. I couldn’t hold myself up anymore. I blink my eyes and I’m laying down. The floor was softer than I expected. Had she put a rug down?

I felt a hand running slowly up and down my arm. I opened my eyes and saw the side of my bed in front of me. I could feel warmth along my back. I started to sit up, realized I was laying on a lap. Her lap. Fuck. My hands went immediately to my face, raking down. When I finally removed them from my face, a water was pressed into them.

“Drink.” The top was already off. I drank. I sat there holding the half drank water, staring into space. The water was gone from my hands.

I felt a kiss on the side of my head. I leaned into it. Let her wrap her arms around me and hold me. Her head was on my shoulder. We sat that way for a while.

I started to talk, “I’m.”

Jody stopped me before I could get more out. “Don’t Ellie. Don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything to say sorry for.”

But I had. She looked at me and I closed my eyes.

“Nope. You’re not going there. We aren’t going there.” She kissed my cheek. “Can you stand up?”

I shook my head yes and stood up. I was a touch unsteady, but she held my arm. Her forehead was on mine. “I’m here Ellie. I love you. And I know you love me. We are good.”

I had a few tears in my eyes. “I love you more.”

She kissed my nose. “Not possible.”

I looked around the room and noticed the door was open. I thought she had closed it when I came in. There were no signs left of me getting sick.

“Tim.”

“Fuck.” I started to shake again.

She wrapped her arms around me. “It’s okay hun. He was great. You don’t have to hide from him. From anyone.” I stood there wrapped up in the best person I had ever known.

“I still wish I knew what I did to deserve you.” I kissed her gently.

“I ask myself the same about you.”

I wrapped my arms around her tighter. I needed to shower and brush my teeth. I broke off from her embrace and gathered some comfy clothes and headed into the bathroom. I started the water, brushed my teeth then turned my speaker on, P!nk started blaring from it. I stripped and climbed into the shower. The hot water stung my skin. As it hit my face my tears started to pour out of me. This was supposed to be a happy weekend. Instead I was messing it up. Again.

I let my tears fall as I showered. I felt a little better when I finished.

“Hungry?” She said to me when I came back out.

I was tired. Emotionally and physically, not hungry, but I knew her. She wasn’t going to let me not eat. “Sure.”

We walked downstairs and she started making eggs. She was a creature of habit not unlike Kevin.

“Are you sure you can’t call into work tomorrow? I think a hike would be better.”

“I wish I could, but I have a bunch of work that’s been piling up.” I would much rather be home with her, but I had already taken more time off since the academic year began not that many weeks ago than I should have.

As she was cooking Tim came down. I heard him and started rubbing my forehead. She looked over at me, “You have the sick time.” I gave her a look and before she could say more Tim was standing next to me.

“Oh eggs. Is there enough for me too Jody?” He asked her eagerly.

She laughed and told him of course there was. He came over to me and gave me a little one-armed squeeze before he went and got plates and silverware for us. “Waters?” He asked us, we both said yes.

Soon all 3 plates were piled with her now famous cheesy eggs. We ate and Tim started chit chatting with both of us. It took me a minute before I was able to join in. I couldn’t help but look at him and smile. He was truly growing into a great human despite the tension of the last year plus of his life. Jody has told me it was in part because of it. That we learn who we truly are when faced with difficult times. I tried not to linger on what that sentiment meant about me.

We finished eating. Tim got up and cleared the plates and put them in the dishwasher. “Night mom I love you. Night Jody.” And he was off.

Jody watched him as he cleaned up, “I really wish I had taught my kids to be like that.”

I sighed. Sometimes I wished my kids relied on me more. I yawned deeply. I was fighting to keep my eyes opened.

“Let’s go to bed. We are both wiped out.” She came over, took my hand and we walked upstairs. At the top I let go of her hand and walked over to Tim’s room. I knocked.

“Come in.” He was sitting on his bed watching TV.

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It had been a rough couple of months. I had gotten into some trouble that ended with my home being repossessed, and I had nowhere to live since I couldn’t very well go back to live with my parents — they stayed two hours away. With no other option, I’d taken to living secretly in my office, sleeping on the couch in my boss’s office.

A little more about my boss — she was a tall, statuesque woman, at least five-foot-nine, and wickedly curvaceous. While she never dressed inappropriately, her body was so luscious that anything she wore looked sexy and borderline indecent, and she never wore anything other than classic Louboutin pumps. Her long dark hair was usually tied back, in a ponytail or braid. She had what can only be described as fuck-me eyes, almond-shaped and with a mischievous glint that never seemed to go out, no matter how serious she was being. A slender, elegant nose and lush, full lips that were often quirked into a know-it-all smirk haunted my dreams… and, when I woke up and realized she was staring at me with that expression, I knew they would haunt my nightmares as well.

“Well, Allison, it seems that you have some explaining to do,” she said, walking over to her desk and sitting down.

I gulped as I sat up on the couch, wringing my hands in my lap. Where do I begin?

“Um… well, I recently ran into some financial difficulties, and lost my home, so I had no choice but to move into the office. Don’t worry though, it’s just temporary,” I rushed to reassure her.

She kicked off her Louboutins under the desk and brought her stockinged feet up, resting them on the desk in front of her. I was a little confused initially as to why she was acting so informally at the office, but a quick glance at the clock told me that it was only seven in the morning, which explained a lot. She picked up a folder and opened it, putting on her glasses and reading it cursorily. “Hmm,” she said thoughtfully and I gulped.

“I know about your financial issues, of course. I make it a point to know about everyone in this company, so that I can make adjustments to run things as smoothly as possible. You understand, of course,” she said, flicking me a glance over her glasses, although her casual and dismissive tone told me she wasn’t interested in my answer.

“Yes, of course, Victoria,” I rushed to respond anyway.

“Yes, but your unfortunate circumstances have forced me into a bit of a quandary,” she explained, pursing her lips as her eyes roved over the page in front of her before she snapped the folder shut.

“See, your sales numbers have been dwindling drastically, Allison, and while I realise that that was probably because of your personal crisis, we do have a policy that must be adhered to.”

I paled as I understood the implications of what she was about to say.

“Oh, God, no, please, Victoria,” I begged. “I swear to God, I’ll pick up my performance. I’ve devoted three years of my life to this job, I came to work here right after graduation, doesn’t that mean anything?”

She took off her glasses and picked up her feet off the table, leaning forwards seriously. “Of course it does, which is why I waited so long to tell you this. Your sales began dwindling six months ago, Allison, and last month’s performance was absolutely appalling. Please understand that I don’t want to do this; with anyone else I would have sacked them months ago.”

To my horror, tears began welling up in my eyes.

“God, please, I need this job,” I choked out through a sob, rubbing my fist across my eyes impatiently. “I’ll do anything, I swear, just please give me another chance.”

“Anything?” I heard her say dangerously, and I looked up warily at her. She was staring at me with a dangerous glint in her eye, and that impossibly sexy half-smirk.

I gulped nervously, but forged ahead, since I was, after all, desperate and completely at her mercy.

“Yes, Victoria, anything!” I cried eagerly.

She smiled at me then, a full-blown smile, so devastatingly beautiful that I stared at her in slack-jawed wonder.

She got up and came around the desk, walking towards me in a slinky manner, her hips swaying in a way I could only describe as stalking. I suddenly felt a lot like prey as she stood in front of me and leaned down, bracing herself with one hand on the back of the couch next to my head.

“That’s quite a declaration to make, Allison. Are you sure you mean… anything?” she asked, tipping my head back with a finger under my chin bursa escort to force me to stare directly into her eyes.

“Um…” I lost my train of thought for a moment as I got lost in her eyes, the beautiful golden-brown sparkling back at me as she seemed to stare into my soul.

She laughed a little and shook my head gently, gripping my chin in her hand. “Focus, Allison. I want to know what you’re willing to do for me to keep this job. I know about your little crush on me, of course –“

I flush in horror and humiliation. I thought I’d been hiding it so well, the way I couldn’t help but stare at her, the way everything she said seemed so intelligent and insightful. And she was, of course. You didn’t make it to become the regional manager of a multimillion dollar company at thirty-five without being rather outstanding.

She laughed at my embarrassment, although it wasn’t malicious. “Oh, sweetie, you didn’t think you were hiding it at all, did you?” she asked rhetorically.

I looked down uncomfortably, breaking the eye contact with her.

“Oh, Ally, don’t you mind. I actually found it rather flattering,” she said kindly, moving her hand from my chin to pet the top of my head.

“Um…” I said again, rather intelligently. I wasn’t much of a morning person, and it didn’t help that the woman whom I’d been lusting over for several years now was incredibly close to me, saying things that I’d only imagined in my dreams.

She smiled at me. “I know you find this all rather shocking and overwhelming, but I want to let you know your options. First, you can leave now, and we will forget this ever happened. I’ll write you the best reference letter I can, although I have to warn you that given your performance over the past six months there may not be effusive praise in your letter. Or, and I do hope you choose this latter option, you can take on a new job that’s just opened up as my personal assistant.” The last two words are said with special meaning. “You’ll be working… very closely under me.”

For a moment, all I can comprehend is the relief that she’s not firing me, that I’m going to keep my job. I sob once in relief.

Then the full meaning of what she just told me sank in, and my wide eyes meet hers. It’s not really a hard choice to make, though. I sniffed and wiped the tears from my eyes with a sleeve. “What do you want me to do as your personal assistant?” I asked.

She smiled at me then, a full-on dazzling Victoria smile.

“Well, first of all, you would have to stop calling me Victoria. To you, I’m now simply Mistress. Do you understand?”

I nodded. “Yes, Mistress,” I said quietly, falling into my new role with ease.

“Good girl. Now, I want you to slide your hands up my legs. Go on, just right up my skirt,” she encouraged when I hesitated.

I did as she asked, feeling as the delicate silk stockings gave way to smooth, creamy skin. I didn’t stop because she hadn’t asked me to, and my mouth fell open slightly as I realized that she wasn’t wearing any panties, and I was now holding on to her butt, one hand on either cheek.

She smirked down at me. “Enjoying yourself?” she asked.

Embarrassed, I just nodded.

“That’s good, because you’ll be getting very familiar with me,” she said with a wink.

I blushed and broke eye contact, looking straight ahead instead, at where my hands were. Her skirt had ridden up when I pushed my hands up, and they now covered my hands but not much more, the hemline now just below her crotch.

She smirked, looking down at me. “Go on, I know you want to,” she encouraged.

Swallowing, I nodded and peeled her skirt up further, exposing her bare pussy. It was completely free of hair, and I looked up at her for permission.

She moved one hand to the top of my head, petting it lightly, then gently but insistently pushing my head closer. “Stick out your tongue for me, dear,” she instructed.

Complying, I stuck my tongue out as she guided my head to her. She shifted her stance slightly, spreading her legs a little bit wider, then pressed my tongue to her clit. “Taste it,” she instructed. “Do you like it? I hope so, for your sake, because you’ll be spending a lot of time with your face in my pussy.”

I tried to lick her, but it was rather awkward in that position and she soon realized, letting go of my head and pushing me back a little. “Lean back and rest your head on the back of the couch,” she instructed, waiting for me to do so before she escort bursa climbed on top of the couch, her feet on either side of me. Placing her knees on either side of my head, she lowered herself onto my face.

I clutched at her ass to help steady her (and also because she had a phenomenal ass) and started licking again. She really did taste good; salty and sweet at the same time.

“Mmm, you good little girl,” she moaned, grinding down on me.

I lapped at her clit, watching her face as best I could to see her reactions, but her face was tilted upwards and I couldn’t see her expressions well. Going by the sounds she was making, I figured I was doing okay for my first time.

“Yes, that’s right, lick me,” she hissed, looking down at me as she moved so that her clit was bumping against my nose and I slid my tongue into her. She continued humping my face as she groaned and shuddered, as I fucked her with my tongue until my whole jaw ached.

“Mmm, yes, yes, yes!” she cried as she came, her juices splattering directly onto my tongue as she ground hard on my face. She got off me shakily, collapsing onto the couch next to me. “You’re quite the talented pussy licker, aren’t you?” she complimented me.

I blushed, which was a rather ridiculous response to her candid comment now that her juices were drying all over my face. “Thank you, mistress,” I said softly. “Thank you for letting me eat your pussy and taste your cum.”

She chuckled and stroked my hair. “It was my pleasure, sweetie. Literally,” she joked. “Now, on to the next order of business: rules. You already know the first one: you have to call me mistress. The second is this: whenever I am with you in any room alone, you will be on your knees on the floor. Understand?”

I scrambled to get off the couch to kneel on the floor at her feet. “Yes, mistress,” I said.

She put her hands in my head and directed me to kneel in between her legs, so that her pussy, still on display from the way she’d sprawled out, was directly in my view. I ducked closer automatically, unsure if she wanted me to eat her out again but just wanting to be closer to it. I started pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs, close to her pussy but not quite touching it.

She sighed softly and adjusted her position, getting more comfortable on the couch as she lifted her legs so that her feet were resting on the seat of the couch. Using her grip on my hair, she directed me to her pussy. “That’s nice,” she said. “I like having my pussy licked, even if you aren’t trying to make me cum. I like a soft, warm tongue. I’ll expect this frequently in the office, do you understand?”

I couldn’t respond in words, but I nodded, burrowing deeper into her pussy. She sighed, seeming to give herself over to my ministrations for a moment, but then she pulled my head away from her and straightened up.

She got up and walked over to the desk, looking at me over her shoulder expectantly. I began crawling behind her, and when she turned back and continued walking I knew that I had gotten it right.

She got behind the desk and pulled her chair out. “Now, this is a very special chair,” she told me. “I had it made specifically for this.”

I looked at the chair. While plush and comfortable, it looked like a normal chair to me. I looked back at her questioningly.

She chuckled at my curious look, then showed me what it was that made the chair special. It was perfect for our new relationship: the seat of the chair was actually made up of several parts which could be removed and replaced at will, so it was possible to have a hole in the middle of the seat so I could rim her — “and yes, you will be doing that often,” she promised me with a wink — and the bottom of the chair came with a headrest for me under the seat so I could conceivably stay there for hours, and there was a chunk out of the front that came out as well so I could eat her pussy while she sat there.

“Wow,” I breathed out when she was done explaining it, amazed at the amount of thought and planning that had gone into this.

She decided that we would try out the chair then, and removed the section from the front before settling into the seat. I crawled under the desk, between her legs and started lapping at her pussy.

She stroked my hair as she continued. “Now, I warned you earlier that your job would take on a very personal nature.”

I looked up, confused. Wasn’t this what she’d meant by personal?

She looked down at me. “Oh, bursa escort bayan you sweet child. Of course this isn’t all of it,” she chuckled, bopping me on the nose with her finger. “I actually do plan for this to increase my productivity in the office. You see, with all the water and coffee that I drink, one of the biggest drains on my time is having to use the toilet.”

I nodded hesitantly, unsure where this was going. I wasn’t kept in the dark for long. “Therefore, you will take over those duties so I don’t have to get up to use the bathroom during the day.”

Wait, what? I pulled back from her pussy slightly to gape up at her. She frowned back down at me, her hands in my hair twisting to the point of pain. “This is nonnegotiable,” she said archly. “Unless you’re having second thoughts?”

I gulped nervously, but knew that ultimately, I had no choice. This was what I had to do to keep my job. “No, mistress,” I murmured as I returned to licking her pussy. “I understand my duties.”

She smiled at me approvingly, her grip in my hair relaxing. “Good girl,” she sighed, spreading her legs a little wider and leaning her head back to rest on the headrest. “It’s time to try your new duties.”

I pulled back nervously, and she pet my hair reassuringly. “Don’t worry,” she told me. “I’ll control the flow so you can get used to it.”

I bit my lip, and her hand moved to cradle my face, thumb on my lip as she pulled it out of my teeth. “Are you ready?” she asked.

I nodded and placed my open mouth on her pussy. “That’s good,” she complimented. “Make sure your lips form a seal; I don’t want any spills.”

I tried my best to fit my mouth on her pussy, resting my tongue on her labia. She went still, her posture still relaxed as she looked down at me, and I felt her pussy twitch on my tongue.

Then she let out a sigh, and I felt a small trickle of liquid against my tongue. I hurriedly lapped it up and swallowed.

“There’s a good girl,” she murmured approvingly, as my mouth returned to her pussy. She let out a slightly larger spurt this time, and I swallowed that too. The taste was… not the best, but not the worst either, and if I was being honest it was rather arousing to serve Victoria in this way. She was usually so uptight and professional that seeing her in this new light was… well, exciting, to say the least.

She placed her hands on either side of my face, her fingers in my hair, as she pulled me off her pussy to tilt my face towards her. “Now,” she instructed. “I’m going to let out a gentle, continuous stream, and I want you to drink it without spilling, okay?”

I nodded, enthralled by her. She smiled at me before pushing my face back into her pussy. I took the cue, returning my focus to it as I put my mouth back where it was. She let out a deep sigh of relief as she started peeing again, only this time she didn’t stop, and I had to gulp it down continuously.

She peed for over a minute, controlling the flow so that it was gentle and slow, easy for a novice like me to handle. I knew without her saying that she wouldn’t be helping me in this way for long — I would be expected to learn how to drink her piss when she just relaxed her bladder and let go.

When the stream started waning, I looked up at her, still swallowing, to find her looking at me with an expression of contentment. It was somehow so intimate that I blushed, even though I had my mouth on her pussy and her piss in my mouth at the time. When she squeezed out the last few drops onto my tongue, I automatically started lapping at her pusy, licking her clean.

“Good girl,” she said, stroking my hair gently. “You did very well for your first time.”

I smiled back at her. “Thank you, mistress,” I said, and meant it. I was grateful to her, for giving me a chance to turn my life back around by not firing me, for letting me fulfil some of my fantasies (and then more!) with her, for feeding me her wonderful piss, straight from her pussy. If she wanted, I would devote the rest of my life to serving her most intimate needs, and from the way she was looking at me, I knew she knew what I was thinking.

“Now,” she said, using my hair to pull my face away from her pussy, “I think there’s something that you’ve been neglecting…”

I almost panted in lust as I understood what she meant. I shuffled back slightly to give her room to stand up and adjust the chair so that the section in the middle was removed, then positioned myself under the chair, putting my head in the straps designed to help hold me up so I could stay there indefinitely.

She smiled at me, and the last thing I saw before I was engulfed in darkness was her bottom descending towards me. It was time to eat my mistress’s asshole.

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This is a work of fiction. All characters are not real and any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. This work was inspired by my chat with a lovely muse in Live Chat at Literotica.com. You know who you are and … thank you very much… kisses & hugs. I would love to hear from you to help make me a better writer – Venus.

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It was a warm, humid Saturday. I was sitting in front of my computer completely engrossed in my work. Due to the warmth, I had shed all my clothes. Until I heard a movement behind me and felt a pair of cool hands on my shoulders. “Hi there!” I turned around to look. It was my friend Tammi. I tried to cover myself, but too late.

I had known Tammi for a few years now, before she had moved to North Carolina. We did keep in touch, by e-mail and telephone. I was delighted to hear that she was coming to Northern Virginia and ecstatic when she decided to spend the Memorial day weekend with me. At 5’8″ with a 36C-24-38 figure, a warm smile that lit up her eyes and long hair all the way down to her chest, Tammi was a sight for sore eyes. With her down-to-earth laid back nature and sense of humor, she was able to make friends easily. I had been looking forward to weekend. We had spent Friday visiting various clubs, dancing the night away. görükle escort We set out to the beach early Saturday morning to get some sun and catch up.

We got back around 4 that afternoon, tired but in great spirits. I had suggested that Tammi should take a nap, just get back some energy. We had plans to go out again that night and visit some friends. She had taken my suggestion and gone to sleep in the guest bedroom. I had then decided to follow-up on some work that I had brought home. This was 3 hours ago, and I had lost track of time.

Tammi was wearing a cut-off tank-top and a g-string. That she was not wearing a bra was obvious, her perky nipples were visible through her top. I was embarrassed by lack of clothing, but Tammi did not appear perturbed. She had a look of mischief in her eyes. She said, “You know, I have always wanted to see how those tiny tits of yours feel. I have also fantasized about feeling your smooth shaved pussy with my tongue.” I was speechless. She seductively pulled her tank top off revealing her beautiful pair. She rubbed her hands over her nipples, making them like two brown little points. She bent down, her mouth slightly open and kissed me on my mouth. As I opened my mouth to let her tongue in, she probed my mouth with her hot tongue. eskort bayan I could feel her quickening breath on my face. The inevitable happened, I could not control myself any longer. I got up from my chair, and taking her hand in mine, I led her to my bed.

I pushed her down on the bed gently, kissing her ear lobe, whispering how I would love to make love to her. Closing her eyes, Tammi replied, “Fuck me baby, fuck me with your pussy..” Needing no further invitation, I kissed her breasts, biting a nipple, sucking on it, playing with wet tongue. She responded with a moan. Sensing her need, I moved further down, tracing a line from her nipple to her navel with my tongue. I paused, playing with her navel, tugging at her navel ring. I moved to the foot of the bed, grabbing her g-string with my teeth. As I started to roll it down, she thrust her ass upward allowing me to take the panties right down to her feet. I could taste the wetness in her panties and a sweet musky aroma rising from her pussy. I noticed she had freshly shaved her pussy, with just a landing strip pointing the way to heaven. After I dropped the panties off, I took her left foot and began to suck on her toes. As I ran my tongue on the sole of her foot, Tammi was moaning with pleasure. I climbed altıparmak escort on to the bed, still playing with her foot. I positioned myself carefully and thrust her big toe into my wet pussy.

Tammi got the hint and let her toe explore me. I took her right foot and started to massage my clit with her toes. Realizing what was coming soon, she moved the big toe of right foot into my pussy. Once her toe was soaked with cum, she placed her toe against my ass cheeks. I used my hands to spread my ass cheeks, allowing her toe to enter my anal hole. As I moved up and down, faster and faster, she matched the rhythm with her feet. I began to rub my clit with my fingers to heighten the sensation.

I noticed that Tammi was using her fingers to stimulate herself. I felt a shiver run up my spine, as my pussy muscles tightened around her toe. I came forcefully, with my cum on her toes. I heard her imploring, “Please baby, don’t let that juice go to waste. I need a drink too.” I got off the bed, still feeling my cum flowing down my thighs. I climbed over her face, allowing her tongue to invade my pussy and lick the cum off me. I bent forward and slid my tongue along with her finger. As she came close to her climax, I found myself enslaved by her smooth legs. A moment later she came, releasing her cum into my tongue. When I freed myself, I lay down on her. When we kissed, we could taste each other cum, while our pussy lips kissed each other, wet on wet, our cum mixing together.

We looked at each other and kissed again, as a prelude to the wonderful long weekend.

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I have my own landscape design studio. It’s quite small since I’m the only employee but the benefits can’t be beat. A few years ago, I bid on a renovation design for someone I probably wouldn’t have if I hadn’t needed the money. Since it was during the winter, I jumped on it because it’s good to line up jobs to keep you busy during the summer work months. Oregon isn’t a fun place to work outside during the winter especially in soil that becomes mud for six months.

She and her husband had moved up from California, selling their million-dollar home and paying cash for a new one here in Oregon. It seems that’s been the case for quite a few years and will continue until Oregon is full of ex-Californians.

I received the call for a bid unexpectedly. Most of my clients are referrals by word of mouth. This particular caller was the exception. I had remembered back a few months when a persistent sales clerk had stopped by and talked me into placing an ad in a new local phonebook. It’s since gone away but that ad was apparently in a book the previous owners had left at the house.

She seemed quite nice on the phone telling me their situation and needs prior to my site visit. I explained my fees and my landscape design process. We agreed to meet and go over her ideas and for me to make notes and sketches.

This was in late February, I finally had some free time so we set a date and I arrived at her “McMansion”. For the uneducated “McMansions are those five thousand square foot house built on lots for houses half their size. This one was no exception.

Her husband had made a large profit in Silicon Valley and they both had grown tired of the traffic and hectic life that came with that area. Moving to Oregon allowed her to stay home and do whatever she pleased and for him to work as much or as little as he wanted. He was barely ever home.

She greeted me at the door and I wasn’t surprised in the least, she looked just like she sounded on the phone, youngish and in her mid thirties. She was dressed casually in tight designer jeans and a very snug fitting sweater, which accented her perfectly round breasts. She had very little if any make-up on her face.

In fact, she looked as if she had walked right off the centerfold of any high-class men’s magazine. Her face was tan; her long blonde hair fell straight down her back to the middle part of her butt. I wondered if she had implants but didn’t have the nerve to ask, her breasts were a bit too large for her body shape and size. I knew that right away she had no children. Giving birth and breast-feeding would have spoiled her perfect body. Her shoes were somewhat out of place for lounging around, pumps with a 3″ heel. Her whole outfit fit her well and showed her off without being too chic.

I didn’t think I would mind working for her at all just as long as she paid her bills on time. She knew what she wanted renovated in her yard and wasn’t about to take low bidder. We had talked a bit about backgrounds during our telephone conversations. I would have guessed just meeting her she was a trophy wife but I was mistaken, she was definitely a smart woman, her MBA from UCLA testified to that.

“Hello, I’m Marla you called and wanted a design for your backyard?” I knew I had the right address but one never knows when someone answers the door if it’s the correct place.

She smiled looking me up and down, “Hello Marla, I’m Yvette nice to meet you. Come on in and I’ll show you the area I need to have redone.

I walked in and followed her to the backyard. The house was magnificent who ever decorated it made good use of all the newest electronic gadgets and most stylish furniture. I thought to myself even if I had the money I wouldn’t live like this, so cold and not like a home at all.

I enjoyed the way her cheeks moved in those tight jeans, I was hoping she didn’t notice my gawking at her rear as we headed through the house to the backyard. Luckily, for us we picked one of the few rainless days in the month, a bit chilly but without rain.

We walked outside and I was surprised. I had expected the typical tiny yard with very little open space, instead I found they had purchased the lot behind them and extended the yard. A black bottom pool and an in-ground spa were the focal points. They entertained quite a great deal and wanted more privacy from the neighbors but still have sun lit areas around the spa and pool.

“This is very nice, Yvette”, I smiled and looked around noticing plenty of room to try out my ideas and make something worth showing off happen.

“Thank you Marla, I didn’t have any of the old plants put back. I wanted to start from scratch which probably makes it easier for you.” She replied sure of my answer.

“Yes, it gives me a clean slate, so to speak.” We both grinned at each other knowing we had begun to think along the same lines.

We went over a few do’s and don’t then I measured the borders so I could begin on drawings. We went back into the house after a few minutes in part due to the cool air becoming cold and it was easier to discuss initial ideas in a warm kitchen rather than a cold backyard.

She escort bayan bursa already had coffee for us as we sat at her kitchen table discussing ideas. She had a custom blend and I was quite amazed at how good it tasted and asked where I might pick some up. She smiled and wrote down the name of the store. She even gave me a small package with enough in it for a few pots. I thanked her and blushed a bit with this unexpected gift.

I made notes as we talked and felt more at ease with her as we discussed the yard face to face. I began to notice after a few ideas she really liked that she would inch her chair closer and closer. Her hand would brush mine every so often, as I made notes or wrote down plant and color scheme ideas. Assuming she wanted more involvement with the process and planning.

Finally, after about two hours I had enough information to put some sketches together for her. She thanked me, as she showed me to the door and bid me good-bye. I didn’t think too much about her actions and went on with my day.

I spent the next few weeks drawing and revising the various ideas we discussed and narrowing my perspectives for her to view down to four. When I had a design I liked I’d send my oldest daughter who was finishing college and working for me part-time over to drop them off with for Yvette to comment on. After the fourth set was complete and revised, I called and made an appointment with her so we could go over the ideas.

It was now early April and she was anxious to get started on the work. Her husband had decided that a July 4 party was a good idea to show off their new landscape and to impress a few new clients, so if she accepted the bid I had a deadline to meet.

We went over the various plans making small changes to each one even though she had already done this via Lindsey, my daughter. Finally, one stood out above the rest and she was happy. I left all four drawings with her and she paid me for them. She said she would talk over each one with her husband and call me with their choice.

She wrote a check for my work and that’s all that really mattered to me. I have been shortchanged a couple of times when I first started my design business letting people have complete sets of plans and not paying me for them. I have learned from my mistakes.

She called me that evening and confirmed the plan we discussed earlier that day, her husband was pleased with my work and if I employed any contractors on a regular basis to have them submit competitive bids. I smiled after hearing the news and made a note to call all the subs I planned to use for this job. It had turned out to be a very good day. I have several favorite contractors that I have worked with in the past and know very well. I like the quality of their work and their prices. Just because a client likes, your design doesn’t mean they will use your favorite installers.

During the next week, I made a complete set of plans and sent them to all the interested contractors so they could look them over and bid the job. Yvette seemed to take special joy in touring all the various workers around her yard and giving them insight as to what was expected. She also went over her standards and expectations of behavior. I don’t know to this day if this was just for show or not but all of my suggested contractors got the jobs.

The work began in early May, and went very smoothly. Of course, there were a few unforeseen problems but nothing out of the ordinary for a job of this type. Yvette and I met weekly over her special coffee and discussed the progress and any changes she had dreamed up during the previous week. When I couldn’t meet with her and it was something, she required in writing I’d use Lindsey as our courier. Most of her ideas I explained away or took care of with a phone call. At each meeting, she seemed to get friendlier and friendlier as we talked as grew to know each other better. She seemed very interested in my life and my family. I kept the answers to her questions a bit vague but answered her honestly. I didn’t want to start up a friendship during the installation for various reasons.

Finally, June rolled around, the job was coming in early and she was very pleased, I even received a small bonus check for an item she really wanted. She had to talk me into incorporating into my plan but it was well worth the effort. We met for the last time I thought, June 15 and finalized the project. Everyone was paid and I filed this job away and asked if I could use her for a reference. Since the job had gone so well and was actually in early, she agreed and was thrilled to be on my list.

Within two days, I received a call from Yvette asking me for a second set of completed plans. I was busy and sent Lindsey over to deliver the set. I was very surprised when Lindsey returned and told me of her encounter with Yvette.

It seems when Yvette met Lindsey at the door she was dressed only in a sheer camisole to cover her. Under which she wore a tiny bikini. Lindsey didn’t need to use her imagination; Yvette was there in all her hard body glory. Yvette was greatly disappointed bursa sinirsiz eskort I hadn’t showed up, she took the plans, nearly slamming the door in poor Lindsey’s face. Lindsey is no prude and at 22 years of age has seen enough to know this woman had something on her mind and it wasn’t just the plans. I chuckled at her story and told her that Yvette probably had been entertaining her husband and since I wasn’t the one delivering the plans she may have felt slighted since she now considered me a close friend.

Lindsey nodded and gave me the “Yea right mom” look. I called Yvette and apologized making an appointment for the following afternoon so we could discuss the plan request and talk for a bit.

Since it was the end of June, the weather was warm and I wore sandals with some shorts and a loose fitting blouse. I had planned to complete some errands after our brief meeting and wanted to be comfortable.

I arrived at Yvette’s house and rang the doorbell. She slowly opened it peeking through the small gap to be sure it wasn’t Lindsey standing there this time. When she opened the door fully, I was shocked and then amused that she actually dressed this way to open the door. Lindsey had neglected to or forgotten to mention the “stripper heels” Yvette wore that accentuated her muscular calves on her firm tanned legs and made her quite a bit taller. I nearly giggled as she invited me in but figured that would be rude. Besides, I really enjoyed seeing her body through that sheer camisole and wondered why she had gone to all this trouble.

We went through the house and I asked if her husband was home hoping that this would be a short meeting. She turned and smiled telling me no, he was in Detroit on business for the rest of the week. I began to wonder whom she was hiding upstairs.

We toured the landscape and finally stopped over by her spa. She had continually complained about this area and her lack of privacy. We finally came up with some solutions that gave her the privacy she wanted along with sunlight during her “tanning” hours. This was my “special” bonus and worth every cent for the headaches, she caused me.

Standing there next to each other we talked about happy she was with the results. We laughed at the different problems we ran into. She pointed to a few areas away from us I looked away and commented on her point. When I turned back around to face her, I discovered she had taken off the sheer camisole and was standing there in her tiny bikini. She was reaching around her back untying the bikini. I stood there in complete awe or shock I don’t know which. After successfully undoing the knot, she took the bottoms of the tiny pieces of cloth that barely covered her breasts and lifted them up and off.

My eyes widened as I stared at the two snow-white triangles in the center of each breast. They encircled her very large and pink areolas. They were so very creamy, deliciously white, which contrasted her bronzed body. I stood there staring and I’m sure my mouth must have dropped. I licked my lips unconscientiously, I could only stand there and stare.

She smiled and moved closer, whispering to me as I stood there, “Marla sweetie, these are the reasons I wanted this privacy, I hate tan lines”.

I smiled and replied, “I can see that now, but I think tan lines have their place they add a bit of contrast to the skin”

Yvette moved closer, “Do you think these tan lines are a good thing?”

I looked her in the eyes and told her in a very soft and yearning voice, “I think they look delicious Yvette.”

As I looked back down at Yvette’s delicious breasts, her hands grasped mine and slowly placed them where I was thinking my mouth should be. She pressed them over her nipples and leaned into me placing her succulent lips on mine. Her so very soft lips brushed mine as if a fairies wings and moved against them. My breath quickened as we stood there kissing, my palms enjoying the soft firm feeling of her. I felt her nipples harden as she guided my thumbs over them. We moaned in unison as my hands took over from hers caressing and playing with each mound of perfection. My thumbs massaged each nipple as we continued to explore each other’s mouths with our tongues.

After what seemed like forever, we broke our kiss and looked each other in the eyes. I was blushing deep red not knowing what to say.

“I had a feeling you might enjoy that”, she whispered to me smiling. I swallowed hard and tried to catch my breath as she leaned in and kissed me again. This time her hands wrapped around me pulling me close to her. My hands fumbled for a second but then found a home on her firm cheeks massaging them as we kissed.

We paused for a second and she smiled at me again, taking my hand and leading me back into the house.

On the way to her bedroom she commented, “I was a bit disappointed when you sent your daughter. She is a doll but, I wanted you.”

“Well, I was very busy and I had no idea this is what you wanted to meet about”, I managed to say trying not to stammer too much.

“I knew when I first saw escort bayan you I wanted to have you and you never discouraged my closeness so I thought I’d take a chance”, she confessed.

“I wasn’t sure about you, and I do have to admit this had crossed my mind from time to time,” I said as we walked in one of the largest bedrooms I had ever seen.

She turned and kissed me again, sending shockwaves throughout my body. She then proceeded to remove what was left of her top and tossed it aside. My eyes glued on her; I hadn’t ever been with a woman who had a body like hers. I had always scoffed at women who looked too perfect but now I wanted what I saw. She moved close to me and took the bottom of my blouse and began un-buttoning it. I raised my arms to help her and I heard a slight gasp and approving murmur as she discovered my breasts awaiting her in my bra.

I reached around behind and fumbled for a second with the clasp. She smiled as I began to shrug my shoulders slipping the bra off. She looked exactly like a stripper form the Sopranos TV show, long sensuous legs, her calves accented by her shoes, firm large round breasts that begged for attention. A tiny waist and of course that flat tummy.

She delighted at seeing my middle-aged breasts. They had begun to sag mostly due to breast-feeding my wonderful daughters and of course, my age, which then was 45. I was a bit self-conscientious of my body standing next to hers but she didn’t care. She moved in and began suckling me as soon as my bra hit the floor.

I didn’t mind one bit, my hands ran through her long straight deliciously golden hair. It felt so smooth through my fingertips. She tasted, moaning at how wonderful my breasts were and how much she had been yearning to see them let alone have them in her mouth.

I enjoyed the attention and couldn’t wait for more. As she suckled, I managed to slip my hands to my shorts. I fumbled and finally got them loosened and let them drop to the floor. I leaned back and let her consume me enjoying every flick of my nipple along with each gentle tug of her teeth.

I nearly lost my balance and she realized we would be better off in her bed. She looked up at me and smiled, nodding her head towards our new resting place. I smiled back and crawled on top of the king sized bed just after she pulled down the comforter and sheets.

I moved the pillows against the headboard and waited for her to join me. I should have known what was going to happen next, the other reason behind her outfit. She stood there topless, her firm breasts jiggling as she began to dance a bit trying to excite me more. Her heels were too tall and I don’t think she was very experienced wearing them. I had to stifle laugh as she almost fell trying to tempt me. Finally, I had to ask her to stop and to get her ass in bed or I was going to go home.

She apologized sheepishly and crawled into bed next to me. Her face was flush as she looked up at me as if she were a child scorned. I took her pretty face between my hands and gently pulled her to mine. We kissed for a bit and then I smiled at her and told her it was ok. She didn’t need all that extra stuff to impress me or to make me want her. She smiled back and then renewed her lust for my breasts. This time she lay on top of me, her delicious body against mine. She slipped her leg between my legs and began sliding it up and down massaging my mound through my panties.

This excited me more and I whispered to her, “Maybe we should remove something.” She giggled and stopped. After raising herself up onto her knees, she slid off the back of the bed and stood there at the end waiting for me to watch. She moved her hands to her hips; her fingers caught the ends of the bottom ties and tugged. The loosely tied bottom fell to the floor. I could barely make out a tan line just around a perfectly trimmed landing strip just above her lips and below her tummy.

My expression must have given away my delight because her grin widened as I gazed at her. She smiled back and crawled back onto the bed. She headed straight for my panties playfully tugging at the elastic and working them down my hips. I lifted up and helped her ease them down my legs. She tossed them across the room and looked back at my dark bushy mound. I had trimmed a bit for the summer but not to the extent, she had. She then dove between my legs kissing and forcing her face between them. It didn’t take much force since I opened my legs wider for her and lifted my butt by placing my hands under my cheeks.

She teased me for a few minutes licking and slipping her fingers over my lips, making me wetter and wetter each delicious time. I moaned softly as she continued with her quest to give me multiple orgasms. I didn’t argue one bit as she placed a finger inside me and discovered my “g” spot. I shuddered and quaked as she played with my clit, providing me with the first of many delicious orgasms. My body ached with delight as she licked and sucked forever. Her hands slipped under my legs and her palms reached my breasts, she ate and massaged me as I buckled and came for the third time. My hands had moved from under my ass and now were gripping the sheets as she brought me to the final and most glorious orgasm I had ever had. My whole being seemed to quiver and shake as I begged her to stop and let me catch my breath. I rolled into a fetal position as wave after wave of sensuous bliss coursed its way through my veins.

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Never have I feared anything in my life, especially amongst friends. But one day something extraordinary happens, something I cannot explain or jots down on a piece of plan paper between two people with basically the same exact things in common.

Lesley is an exchange student from France that no one in school really enjoys being around, nor cares too much for because of her tom-boyish features and arrogant ways about this pretty girl.

In gym class I would find myself unconsciously preying Lesley’s fascinating mind and body, excepting the thought that she was a loner, gifted tumbler and rope climber. Extraordinary biceps, leg muscles, and small chest size that could very easily fit inside my tiny hands.

Even after gym class I found myself admiring this French girls fine features down stairs in the locker room, gloating over the small patch of body hair of jet-black between her legs and tiny almond nipples centered perfectly atop her petite tiny breasts. Compared to my own, two sizes too small. But overall she is a perfect 10! Tossing and churning each and every night I lay my pretty head to rest I would think about Lesley, constantly figuring out in my head why I am so damn attracted to this powerful girl with not so much sex appeal or even a glimpse of smarts. Having being held back a year (12th grade) in France due to lack of concentration to details.

Sometimes I would awaken in a pool of sweat, dreaming about her with sexual pleasures in mind. Obeying her every wild thought and commanding voice during my nightly cravings that would always make me feel like I was, too, so gifted in many ways. Walking her to every class and in two of them I would sit directly behind Lesley to eyeball her naked spine bone. Glance down the opening of her loose jeans and discover that Lesley wore no undies, and the softness of her deep dark short hair I want desperately to touch and comb.

Never have I felt so spontaneous, so torn apart by her manly walk, her openly minded words even if they do hurt people that I once was so close too. Now more distant than ever.

Lesley was the type that would tell you what she thought, what she wants to do, and get inside your head with mixed emotions raging between her ears of what her desires are and how many of them she wants to share. But even as I leave for home I unconsciously vision her and me in the middle of a cornfield covered in dirt or in my bed where we play spin the bottle together, alone görükle escort bayan on my canopy bed wearing only our T-shirt and see-thru bikini underwear. Yearning to hear a bit more of that sexy accent of hers.
Her voice can be rough and dangerous at times and other times so delicately sweet and very possessive and deceiving. So deceiving that I find myself with one hand down the front of my tight pants when a teacher would call on her to answer a question and responding with an off the wall answer. Knowing now why I wasn’t really attracted to boys like I thought I was.

Finely I broke down the barrier, internal walls of Lesley’s mind, when we were all alone in the locker room after volleyball practice. Both hot and sweaty after the loss last night that Miss Smith wasn’t appreciative of our performance with the team we should have scored more points against. But the only scoring I am able to concentrate on right now is with this lovely girl standing naked under the misty steamy water, with uncanny curves that she shouldn’t have, but does. My body was feeling quite irritable, numb, quite obnoxious and stimulated by the way she was washing her breasts and small patch of hairs with the wet cloth in such a manner. Like she was inviting me in her own careful way for me to come and soothe her creamy soft flesh.

My body continues to absorb this creature from across the high sea. Witness the antics in her cluttered mind, and to desire the wholesome and innocent stares she sends to my visions as I undress myself from the tight shorts and soiled shirt without as much as a bat of my lovely eyes. Studying her all the more as my tan body works closer to her, trembling, of warm kind vibes that spreads to her as well. Viewing the weakness she yearns to shield from the world, shield from me right now. But the closer I become to this wonderful feline exposing herself to me, the more exceptable, more vondable she gets. Desiring my well-rounded bosoms with two rosy tips and fullness below my sunken navel, trimmed to perfection in a modest triangular style of dishwater blonde.

As my hands reacted to hers, I felt a sensation mounting. Kind that only two in love can enjoy. Wrapping my arm around her neck as I felt Lesley’s hard nipples against mine, her fingers on my hips and working gingerly downward to my wet vagina as my lips casually connect with hers and pierce the tongue loosely inside my mouth with a tender bite. Bite not too altıparmak eskort hard or soft. Then touching each other all over under the hot water, both relishing the thought of each other’s tongue working between our limber legs or nestling one another’s bosoms to endure we both want to feel.

My body was tense, hungry, and filling up with more adventure then ever with a boy. Walking my lover towards the clammy wet walls, pubic fiber as one, while I caress softly her tiny breasts with both hands as we kiss. Pressing her body hard against the shower wall. Understanding how we really felt, how we want to feel, and wondering who would be held down on the water filled floor the longest and who would submit first.

My body went numb as I continue to alter these twin, fine tissues, and nestle along her throbbing neck. Rubbing my thick pasture of love with one hand and massaging my scalp with the other does Lesley. Constantly involving our lips and hands as we struggle for this spontaneous combustion soaring through the membranes of our hideous minds. Gathering up the missing pieces as we hold our ground, face the fact that we both were meant to be together forever and a day.

Lesley’s wet pussy was tearing me apart; massaging my own hairs with up and down strokes and side to side ones, while my hands felt the contour of her gifted hips swaying in place as she grew more and more hungry for my mouth and enticing words I spoke of. Where my taste buds would be used and how much power each one would be given.

Suddenly I found myself face down in the warm liquid and Lesley atop of my tan spine. Licking behind my ears, drawing obscene pictures along my spine and rump. Outlining every curve of my beautiful built with both hands softly along one side or the other after she had quickly taken me gently down to the wet flooring to mount me.

Carefully I felt her rolling me over between her tight muscle bound legs, bent to fit either of my naked hips. Gazing with lusty eyes forming inside my head as I felt the passion she so held back for years in each of her moist kisses. With the hard water crashing our bones as Lesley begins to leave my lips, hamper my rounded breasts, down she went to my wet orchard after the last set of fingers had left my sore erect rosy nipples.

I could almost hear the softness in her taste buds going over the tips of my wet pussy hair. Her soft coos! Her water log fingers parting nilüfer escort my folds delicately while alongside her mouth, ramming me in and out as I spread farther apart my tender legs and run my fingers through her short hair the way I always had intended to do in my dreams. Thrusting upwards her face, side to side my hips went to enjoy the warmth of her heavy breathing and the filling of her once vacate lot with my humble ability to climax into.

My deepest of appreciations grew fonder, more loving, when I felt this urge to surrender myself surging within me. Such a passion and thrill of making it with Lesley from across the high seas, delivering not temptation, but evil, to her own beautiful body.

Neither of us has ever been loved like this, or even wanted to be enjoyed by one another a year ago. But as the seeds were being sewed inside her, I quickly roll Lesley over to love on her tiny boobs, to give her a piece of me no boy has ever been given.
Surrendering my hands to her breasts to squeeze, while I float like a butterfly down her front, leaving wholesome trails of my presence behind, of moist rich saliva and drawing little circles along each open pore. When suddenly I was face to face with such a gift. Presenting to my sultry stares and hungry eyes a small patch of filament so damn cute and uninviting to the member of the opposite gender.

Suddenly Lesley’s eyes fills up with passion, desire, and a host of many uncanny mixed feelings as I hesitate. Like I had been hiding my true feelings for her all along. So, in order to gain her respect and confidence back I licked all around her vagina with my eyes shut. To vision her facial emotions through the soothing of coos and moans as I outline the tender tissues while my hands squeezes tighter the erect nipples that lies topside.

Loving on her wet petals of solid pink as my tongue continues to part them. One by one I weed out, drawing forward even more of her hot lava to surface my face and fill my heart with joy. Then grasping under her, both hands touching her bare buttock, squeezing together tighter the more I surge inside the twin folds which seems to be wanting more, more that I cannot give to her deep depression that I seek with forked tongue with overwhelming vengeance.

Lesley suddenly took me by surprise. “Mum, I want to feel more of you inside!” she shouts, scolding me in French. Then rolling me onto my bare nude backside to gallop and penetrate my harden taste buds with such harsh words of foreign and knees bent harshly against my straight posture. Encouraging me to pierce her teats with power and more magnitude. Then saying over and over upon each plunging thrust and sway, in plain old English, that I was the right one for her body…only girl for her!!

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Hem Beni, Hem De Sevgilimi (alıntı)

Bir dönem kız arkadaşım beni çok kıskanıyor ve sıkıyordu. Gerçi bende onu çok kıskanıyordum ama o kadar çok sıkmıyordum çünkü hep fantezilerimde onun beni başkasıyla boynuzlaması, başka biriyle yakalamayı ve onlara katılmayı düşünüyordum. Ne var ki başka bir şey isteseymişim keşke çünkü başıma gelen olay fantezimden bile iyiydi… Kız arkadaşımı takip edip böyle bir fırsat kollamaya karar vermiştim. Her şeyde umduğum gibi oldu.

Okula gittiğini sandığım ve böyle söylediği bi gün onu başkasının hem de oldukça yakışıklı herkes tarafından arzulanan tam bir delikanlının arabasına binerken gördüm ve kıskançlık duygusu beni daha da azdırıyordu. Artık ne olursa olsun arzularıma ulaşmayı hedefliyordum. Bende bir taksiye atlayıp arkalarından takibe koyuldum.

Onların durduklarını gördüm ve biraz gerilerinde bende indim. İyi muhitte lüks bir apartmandı burası. Hemen arkalarından takip ettim ve kapıya dayandım ve kapıyı kız arkadaşım açmıştı ve belki de hayatının şokunu yaşıyordu ne diyecek bir şeyi vardı ne de ne desem bana itiraz edecek cesareti. Artık bu durumdan faydalanmalıydım ve öylede yaptım. Ne çocuk ne de benimki itiraz edemezlerdi ve etmediler de.

Bende uzatmadan ondan intikam almam gerektiğini ve bunu da hemen yapacağımı söyledim. Mecbur kabullendiler. Ben de şimdi yatak odasına gidiceğiz ve benim gözümün önünde sevişeceksiniz dedim. Zaten bunu ben olmasam da yapacaktınız ve yinede ben yokmuşum gibi davranın dedim ve çocuk benden korkmuştu. Aynı zamanda da hoşuna gidiyordu. Hangi erkeğin hoşuna gitmez ki sevgilisinin önünde kızı evire çevire sikmek. Hem de bakire olduğunu iddia eden bir kızı.

Yarı korku ve yarı kabullenmişlikle ikisi de yavaş yavaş soyunmaya başladılar ve artık içlerinden geldiği gibi davranmaya başlamışlardı ve bu beni çıldırtıyordu. Daha işin başında ölmek üzereydim. Buse’nin üzerinde benim aldığım kırmızı badisi vardı ve altında yazın etkisi ve sevmediğinden de südyeni yoktu. Zaten pek de giymeyi sevmezdi. Badisini kemal çıkartıyodu. Buse`nin altındada dar bi tayt vardı. Bütün hatalarını ortaya çıkarıyordu. Ilk önce badisini çıkardı ve bembeyaz daha güneş yüzü görmemiş diri hafif de terlemiş göğüsleri çıktı. .

Sadece tangası kalmıştı Arkasından kemal sapıtmışçasına taytını çıkarmaya çalışıyordu. Taytını da çıkarmıştı ve altında sadece siyah bir tangayla kalmıştı. Buse ve ben delirmek üzereydim. Bu arada hızlı bir şekilde Kemal’de soyunmuştu. Buse’nin de sadece tangası kalmıştı. Ben onu da çıkarmasını istedim ve hemen çıkardı. Bu arada ben de patlamak üzere olan yarrağımı çıkarmış 31 çekmeye hazırlanıyordum. Birden bire arlarına girip onları ürkütmek istemiyordum.

Şimdi ikiside çırılçıplaktı ve kemal buseyi yatağa domaltmış sikini götüne sürtüyor bir yandan da diri ve bembeyaz göğüsleri sıkıyor buseyi çıldırtıyordu, tabi beni de. Herifin yarrağı neredeyse benimkinin iki katıydı ve busede sanki o büyüklüğe çok alışık davranıyordu. Belli ki bu ilk değildi. Kemal yavaş yavaş buseyi kıvama getiriyordu. Buse uzanmış Kemal’de onun üstünde o koca yarağını Buse’nin pembe amının üstünde gezdiriyor yavaş yavaş tam sertleşmemiş sikini bir kol büyüklüğüne getiriyordu. Artık ikisinde de dayanacak güç kalmamıştı ve tam benim sıramdı. Bende soyundum ve yavaşça yanlarına iliştim. Bu sefer buseyi o koca kıçını önüme domalttım sikimi çıkarttım ve hafif hafif itelemeye başladım.

Sonra kemal de Buse’nin altına uzandı ve göğüslerini yalamaya başladı. Hepimiz patlamak üzereydik. Buse deli gibi inliyordu ve ben Buse’nin arkasından daha önce hiç yarak girmemiş göt deliğini öfkemle ve bu fırsatla patlatmayı düşünüyordum. Biraz sikimi ıslattım ve Buse’nin götünü de yaladım.

Yutarcasına köklemiş. Her yer ıpıslak olmuştu. Sonra kazık gibi olmuş sikimi götüne birden bire iteledim ve buse avazı çıktığı kadar bağırmaya yeltendi ki kemal koca yarağını Buse’nin boğazına kadar sokuverdi. İlk başta zorlanan Buse bir süre sonra alışıverdi ve ikimizi birden idare edebiliyordu. Ağzında koca bir yarrağı yutarcasına köklemiş ve bir yandan da götü sikiliyordu. Deli gibi sikiyorduk Buse’yi. Ben götünü ve Kemal ağzını hatta boğazını.

Ben tam boşalmak üzereydim ki birden kemalin performansı ve çekiciliği dikkatimi çekti ve bugün benim günümdü hemen durdurdum ve soluksuz kemalin o patlamaya yüz tutmuş yarağını ağzıma alıverdim ve deli gibi emiyordum. Kemal şaşırmıştı ama baştan beri susuyor korkuyor ve hoşlanıyordu da. Buse de şaşırmıştı bu duruma. Biraz kemali delirttikten sonra bu sefer önüne ben domaldım ve sporla uğraşma bahanesiyle aldığım kıllarım sayesinde bembeyaz ve biraz da dolgun olan kıçımla buseden daha cilveliydim.

Kemal`in sırılsıklam olan siki ve benim gençliğimden alışık olan kıçım koca yarağın hepsini alıverdi ve zevkten çıldırmak üzereydim. Kemal bana acı bir zevk veriyordu ve deli gibi sıcacık siki içimde eritiyordum. Kemal boşalmak üzereydi ki bu sefer kemal beni ben buseyi deli gibi sikiyordum.

Artık zevkten ölmek ve çıkardığımız sesten bir kat daha delirmek üzereydik. Ben daracık Buse’nin götüne kemal de zaten alışık olan benim götümü sikiyorduk ve ben boşalmıştım Buse’nin yanan götüne. Sıra kemaldeydi ve kemal sikini çıkardı ve kendi isteğiyle sikini ağzıma götürdü. Biraz daha kemali muameleden çıldırttım. Nihayet kemal buseyle benim yüzüme fışkırtıyordu ve biz deli gibi hiç birini telef etmemeye çalışıyorduk. Hepsini yuttuk ve kemal de sonuna kadar boşalmıştı. Bu değişik versiyonlarıyla gece boyunca ve daha nice geceler Kemal beni ben buseyi durmaksızın sikiyorduk. Hem sikilip hem de sikiliyordum daha ne isteyebilirdim ki…

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