He had lusted for her from the day he first set eyes on her. He couldn’t remember the number of times he had masturbated with her in mind; sometimes early morning in bed, often in the shower, or late at night when he woke up dreaming of her. On a couple of occasions he had even cum into his handkerchief while she was only a few yards away from him, mopping the floor and revealing the tops of her huge breasts and the deep cleavage between them.

His name was Xavier, a young student, relatively new in the town, a freshman at the university. He had graduated from high school in a small town 200 kilometres away from the capital; an average student in all subjects except music. But he was sporty and a strapping lad, having captained the school swimming team in addition to being a star on the athletics team. He’d managed to get a partial scholarship into college based on his sporting abilities, but had to find a part-time job in order to pay for the rest of his fees and his daily living.

Xavier lived near his college campus, having sweet-talked (or so he thought) a relatively elder landlady into renting him the single-storey outhouse that was separated from her large mansion by a swathe of green lawn and a small orchard of trees. It had two rooms, a bathroom, a kitchen, and an iron spiral staircase on the outside that led up to the rooftop. There was a separate access from a back lane through a wicker gate which he used instead of the grand entrance in front. The house was guarded by a 24-hour security service and was occupied by the landlady and her various live-in help, and for the last month by Xavier the college-going tenant.

All the domestic servants, the driver, and the gardener were astounded at the fact that the lady of the house had agreed to rent the outhouse to a stranger. She had never done so before and they thought that Xavier was either a distant relative or he had charmed the woman, a widow from an erstwhile princely family.

Xavier himself wasn’t sure why she had agreed to let the rooms to him. He had heard from a new college buddy while he was still staying at a cheap and dirty hotel about the property. With no further background information, he had managed to cajole his way past the security guards one weekday afternoon and got himself an interview with the dowager. They had talked, and he had been very forthright and honest about himself and his search for accommodation. And she had agreed. Whatever money he could afford to pay as rent of course meant nothing to her and she had said that they would decide on the amount once he got his first part-time job.

The lad had moved in to his new digs on a Friday evening after his first week of college. Both rooms were furnished and the kitchen had all the essential white good products of a modern apartment. The decor and hard furniture, however, was more antique in nature albeit very comfortable and neat. There were large curtained windows on three walls of the front room, each with views of leafy fruit trees. Moving in towards the back, there was an equally well-lit kitchen and further in, the bedroom. Along the short corridor was a narrow broom closet and general storage area as well as a bathroom. The outhouse was well camouflaged and hidden from view of both the mansion and the annexe which housed all the servants.

In the servants’ quarters, the driver and the gardener lived on the top floor of the building while the women – two cooks, one housemaid, and a general all-round helper to the landlady. The cooks and maid were relatively young and well trained, having been taught and coached at hotel schools where they had worked earlier. The fourth woman was a little older, and at the age of 40, considerably mature. Her name was Devyani but everybody, except the mistress of the house, called her Bai-Ma.

The word “bai” in this part of the country could either refer to a maid-servant or be a polite form of address for a woman. The combination word, bai-ma, was a respectful and yet personalised name that the household staff had given her and that’s how they had been referring to her over the years.

Bai-Ma was 5’4″ tall, a tad over the average female height in the country. She had a light chocolate-brown complexion and her skin was still smooth, if a bit tanned. She wore her hair long but usually plaited into thick coils that fell behind her to the top of her buttocks. She had never used make-up and her adornments were minimal; tiny gold ear-rings, a thin gold bangle on her right wrist, and a silver anklet on her left foot. She never took these off, not even when she bathed; at any rate, nobody had ever seen her without these simple embellishments.

She was not petite, nor overly big-built. She did however have an impressive bosom with a double-D cup size, a well-tapered waist, and a gentle swell to 36″ hips. While outside her living quarters, she always wore a saree, the traditional Indian dress which was a seven-metre long swathe of fabric wrapped escort bayan bursa around the waist, with one end draped over the shoulder, covering a larger portion of the midriff. Her blouses were always half-sleeved, had a V-shaped or boat-shaped cut in front and a rounded back. The blouse was wide enough to sheath her breasts, along with a two inch band below them; invariably tailored to be a perfect fit, like a second skin. If it were not for the drape of her saree, called a ‘pallu’, one would have got a peek at the top of her very deep cleavage and about a six-inch band of naked skin around her midriff.

Although Bai-Ma’s duties were very loosely defined, the mistress had requested her to do the house-keeping, essentially cleaning, of the outhouse every other day. Xavier of course had promised to keep his dwelling neat and tidy but given his hectic college schedule, he would have found it very trying. So Bai-Ma had adjusted her schedule and allocated the time from 6:30 to 7:30 every Saturday, Tuesday and Thursday morning to clean Xavier’s abode. She had followed that routine from the day her lady told her, always punctual, for the last month and a half.

***

Now, almost ten weeks into his freshman year, Xavier was well settled in the city, his college, and his new home. Although it was the start of a weekend, he didn’t vary his morning routine. Xavier always got up at 5 o’clock in the morning, irrespective of the season or weather. He spent anywhere between 60 and 90 minutes exercising or running before getting ready for the day. On weekdays, he was out of the house by 8 o’clock. After his classes, he would spend an hour swimming and then either go the college gym or informally join the athletics team in whatever track and field training they were undergoing. He was usually back home before 8:30 in the evening, depending on whether he walked or got a lift with one of the students.

Xavier looked forward to his weekends even though he had to complete some chores like washing and ironing his clothes. But most Saturdays, he did gigs playing lead guitar with a band at the nearby discotheque and earned a decent sum of money each time. On occasion, during the working week, the band would perform at private parties and although that impinged on his time, his earnings were even better. Weekends also allowed him to cook something decent, watch a movie on his tablet, read books that he had long deferred. And also, Saturday mornings were Bai-Ma day!

After returning from his short but vigorous run at 5:45, he’d done a few stretches and then had a quick shower before slipping into a fresh pair of lounge pants and a sweatshirt. Sitting on an armchair with his feet up on the bed in the back room, he was flicking through various news portals on his Chinese-manufactured mobile phone when he realised that Bai-Ma would be arriving shortly. Switching his phone off, he began reminiscing about the first day he had seen her when she came over to do the cleaning.

She wasn’t a trained housekeeper but as a rural woman, she knew everything there was to know about keeping a house clean. She didn’t like the urban gadgets like vacuum cleaners and spin-mops; instead she preferred to use the traditional bucket and wet rag to mop the floors and a long grass broom to sweep. That first day she came to do her work, she hadn’t said a word to Xavier; just pushed open the door and made a beeline for the broom closet from where she extracted a plastic bucket, a bottle of Lizol floor cleaner, and a thick square cloth. She then went to the kitchen, ran some water into the bucket, put a capful of cleaning fluid into it, and set about her job. But first, she swept the floor with the long-handled broom.

Xavier was thinking back to that day more than a month ago. Although Bai-Ma hadn’t spoken when she entered his room, he had greeted her with a traditional gesture by folding his hands and saying “Namaste!” He was reading the news on his tablet device, sitting on the same chair he was on now, when she started sweeping from one corner of his bedroom. She was wearing her usual traditional saree but had tied the long drape around her waist so that it wouldn’t keep slipping off her shoulder as she leaned forward to sweep the floor.

Her blouse was coloured a dull ochre yellow and the front was cut in an arc from the round of her shoulders down to about an inch below where her cleavage started. When she leaned a little forward, Xavier surreptitiously raised his eyes from the tablet and looked directly at her chest through hooded eyes. He noticed how the large mammaries pushed against the edging of her collarless blouse, the rim of which seemed to bite into the soft flesh of her bosom. Below the blouse, her smooth midriff stretched till the band where the top of her yellow saree was tucked into the petticoat, but most of it was covered because of the way she had tied the ‘pallu’ around her waist.

He had felt a burgeoning erection bursa sinirsiz eskort in his lounge pants even though the vision he had been feasting on didn’t last too long as Bai-Ma turned around and continued sweeping the rest of his room. For another few moments though, he found himself staring at her back when she had bent low to sweep under his bed. She had to go down on her haunches as she reached for the far corners underneath, and he gaped at her saree-covered hips and buttocks. After she finished sweeping the bedroom floor, she went on to the kitchen and the front living room. Xavier wanted desperately to follow her and try and get another glimpse of her bare chest, but at the same time was too mortified with the bulge in his pants.

Unconsciously his hand went to his crotch and he stroked the thickening organ, thinking of what he had just seen. When Bai-Ma finished sweeping, she put the broom back in the closet and went to the kitchen to fetch the pail of water and the mop-rag. Standing in the aisle between the two rooms, in front of the kitchen entrance, she soaked the rag and then squeezed out the water into the bucket. She then came back into the bedroom and went to a corner on Xavier’s left. Dropping the cloth on to the marble floor, she hitched up her saree to above the knees and then crouched down to start wiping the floor with the wet cloth.

Xavier covered his crotch with the tablet but kept his other hand over the bulge, continuing to stroke his penis as imperceptibly as possible. In her crouched position, she kept sweeping the mop from left to right and back as she took short steps backwards. Bai-Ma had coiled up her pleated hair and tied it into a large knot on top of her head. The nape of her neck and half her back were fully exposed and now had a soft sheen of perspiration across the skin. After wiping about a quarter of the room, she got up and walked back to the bucket, soaked and rinsed the rag, and then returned to the bedroom and continued from where she’d left off.

She was suddenly in a position where Xavier was looking directly at her chest from his chair as she got back down on her haunches, saree hiked up to her thighs. For the next minute, as she continued swiping with the cloth and moving backwards, the boy was staring at the top half of her glorious boobs oozing over the top of the blouse. Pressed together and pushed against her thighs, the cleavage was deep and inviting, and Xavier found himself clutching hard at his erection under the tablet. Her legs, up to about two inches above her knees, were also exposed and for a fleeting second he thought he spied white underwear past the folds of her dress.

On that first day when Bai-Ma finished with his bedroom and moved on to the front, Xavier quickly got up from where he was sitting, grabbed his clothes and rushed into the bathroom. He quickly stepped out of whatever he was wearing, turned on the shower and stepped under the cold cascading water. His phallus was stiff and erect, throbbing, as he took it in his hand. The cold shower did nothing to dampen his raging hormones as he increased the pace of his stroking till he ejaculated successive volumes of thick semen against the wall of the shower cabinet in front of him. Only after that was he able to continue with his bath and get ready to leave for college. He was a little late that day for his first class.

Now, six weeks later, he waited in anticipation for her to show. He picked up his cellphone and looked at the time; there were still 20 minutes to wait. Despite his Adonis-like looks, his 6’2″ height, and his athletic build, Xavier had never been with a girl and he’d never had sex. The closest he had come to anything nearly like sex was with a girl from his high school when he had groped her breasts through the shirt of her uniform and she had briefly stroked his manhood over his trousers. They almost got caught by their head master, after which the girl was too scared to carry further any proceedings.

The girls all liked him, in fact many loved him, but he had been too focussed on his studies and extra-curricular sports activities to give much thought to a relationship. He had lived in a conservative society where almost all the girls were very traditional and nobody believed in sex before marriage. And now, already six weeks into his first year in college, the girls were all eyeing him and some even flirting with him. This was the big city, and morals and values were very different compared to where he came from. There was a new fear in him now; he was too afraid of his inexperience and doubted his own ability to match the forwardness of the women.

So he had continued to abstain from responding to the flirtatious advances of the girls in college, although he was always polite. His sex life was restricted to masturbating with mental visions of Bai-Ma; sometimes, when he pictured her completely naked, his emissions seemed more voluminous escort bayan and his climax almost feral and savage. He wished longingly, with a craving, that she would one day read his thoughts and turn them to reality.

***

Bai-Ma looked at her wristwatch and realised she was going to be late that day getting to Javi’s room. (She called him Javi because she had difficulty wrapping her tongue around Xavier.) That morning at 4:00 am, she had gone to the airport with the driver at the Lady’s behest in order to meet someone who was carrying a package for Madam. The Air France flight from Paris had been on time, and the name placard that the driver had held up worked perfectly. What they hadn’t anticipated was a request from the arriving lady passenger to drop her at one of the super luxury hotels, which was a bit of a detour from the route they would normally have taken back. Bai-Ma had used her mobile phone to call her mistress and received permission to drop the woman off wherever she wanted to go.

It was already 6:15 and the remainder of the drive back home would still take another forty-five minutes. Unable to do anything about it, she sat back in the comfortable leather upholstered Mercedes Benz S-class sedan and ruminated about Javi. She had taken a while to accept and like him; he was always so polite and gracious that she eventually succumbed to his charms. And so gorgeous to look at with his long unkempt hair, his beautiful smile, and his fantastic body. Her housekeeping timings always coincided with the hour that he was getting ready to leave for college, so she had seen him in various stages of undress on many occasions.

Sitting back in the air-conditioned comfort of the back seat, she shut her eyes and pictured Javi without a shirt on and a towel wrapped around his waist when he had stepped out of the bathroom after a shower many weeks ago. Wet hair tousled, broad muscular torso, thick biceps, narrow waist, and even the hint of a bulge from behind his towel. She admitted to herself that lascivious thoughts about the boy did flash through her mind sometimes; after all she hadn’t had sex with a man in almost ten years.

Her mind fast-forwarded to last week when she had gone to the outhouse one day while Javi was still in the bathroom. She had finished sweeping the rooms and had almost completed the mopping as well. The morning had been heavily overcast, the skies pregnant with rain. Very little natural light filtered in through the chintz curtains, and she had switched off the bedroom lamps after cleaning the room. Javi had come out of the bathroom and turned to his bedroom while she was still mopping the living room in front. After a couple of minutes she had realised that there were no sounds coming from his bedroom; no sounds that suggested he was dressing up and getting ready to leave home.

While still squatting on her haunches, swiping the floor with the wet rag, she craned her neck to look through the doorway of his room. Although she was crouched in a well-lit area, his room was in near darkness but she still thought she could discern some movement next to the door-frame inside. She continued to stare, letting her eyes adjust, and then it gradually registered in her brain.

Javi had his hand wrapped around his humongous penis, stroking it forward and back. It was easily eight inches long and as thick as a healthy cucumber; he was masturbating, and she was sure that he was looking at her. She dropped her head momentarily out of shock and embarrassment, and noticed the top of her breasts bulging out of her blouse, the dark cleavage going into her bodice like a crevice. She wasn’t quite sure what to do; she had a strong desire to look up and observe him masturbating, but at the same time her mind was deeply confused. Despite her maturity and experience, she had never been in a situation like this before.

Bai-Ma stayed still for a while, her head down as she contemplated her breasts and thought of Javi probably ogling her at that very moment. She felt a stirring in her bosom and deep in her crotch as she raised her head very slowly and looked into the faintly lit bedroom not more than five yards away. He was wearing a light coloured t-shirt but no trousers as he stood slightly at an angle from the door. She wanted him to keep looking at her, feeling a strange sensation of power that she had not felt in a long time. His strokes were getting more sprightly and brisk as she continued to display her blouse-encased breasts and the deep channel between them to him.

She knew he could see her but wondered if he realised that, with her eyes adjusted to the faint lighting, she could discern him quite clearly as well. Although he was probably too deeply immersed in the build-up of his lust and carnality to register that possibility. Or maybe he knew that she could see him and perhaps that gave him an even greater rush of testosterone and adrenalin. As he continued to masturbate, her own eyes began to focus on the massive length and girth of his manhood, mesmerised by the rhythmic movement of his fist as he continued to wank himself. She remembered having had a sudden strange desire to touch herself somewhere, her nipples maybe, or even her cunt, but these feelings only added to her confusion.

The alarm went off with an annoying buzz and Eric’s eyes cracked open. His head hurt and his body felt heavy, he was slightly hung over from the night before. He wearily reached over and turned it off, then sat up. He tried to rub the sleep from his eyes and moved to his feet. Stumbling to his dresser, he pulled out a pair of shorts he had made from an old pair of sweat pants he had cut the legs off, his favorite long horns a tank top, and a pair of low cut sox. It was the first day of summer break, and his Dad had insisted Eric do yard work well his Dad was at work. The 18 year old had just graduated and would have rather been at the pool with his friends enjoying the view of all the girls in their bikinis, but instead he was going to be busy mowing the lawn, life was not fair he thought.

He pulled the tank top on coving his slim but well build torso. He had wanted to play football but want big enough. Football was practically a religion in Texas, and at only 6 foot and one hundred sixty pounds, Eric was never big enough to make the team. He had invested long hours in the weight room trying to put on weight, but it never panned out. It did however; result in him having a well-toned body, with strong arms, legs, and a washboard abs many guys would kill for. He went to pull on his shorts and laughed to himself, he still had morning wood and his meaty ten-inch cock was swollen and standing at attention. He had not been gifted with the size to play football, but he certainly was the envy of the locker room. Pulling his shorts on his member created a tent in front of him. He stroked it a few times, it had been a few days sense he had gotten any and it was aching for attention. He considered beating off for a minute and figured he’d rather knock out his yard work. It was going to be hot today, and he wanted to try and beat the heat of the day. With a little luck, maybe he could get to the pool still and find a girl there. Besides, by the time he grabbed a cup of coffee and breakfast its go down.

The garage door opened and sun light poured the garage in as Eric pulled out the lawn mower. It was already warm maybe eighty degrees and it was only 9am. Erick fired up the lawn mower and pushed it out to the front to begin mowing. He had only been at it a few minutes when he noticed the neighbor Ms. Turner out getting her paper. She was in her robe still, a short satin blue robe that didn’t quite reach mid-thigh. For an older woman Eric thought she looked good. She was a brunet in her mid-40’s and ever sense her husband had left her she had started running half marathons. She had a slim frame and stood about five foot six. After her husband left, she had also gotten a boob job and as a result had an amazing set of double D tits that stood up on their own. Eric watched as she walked down the sidewalk and bent over to get the paper without bending her knees. As she did, her robe crept up and he could have sworn he could almost make out the bottom of her ass. His cock started to react to the sight as he stared at her. She walked back toward her door but stopped mid-way and smiled at him.

Waving she called out “Looks like it’s going to be a hot one, today.”

“Huh, oh yeah.” Eric responded pulled from the daze he was in.

Her robe had slipped open a bit and Eric was trying not to stare at her ample cleavage that was on display.

“Mine needs a trim too. Would you be willing to do me too?” She asked.

“Huh?” He responded dumb founded.

“My lawn sweetie, could you mow it? I’ll make it worth your while.” Responded Ms. Turner

“Oh sure!” Eric replied, “As soon as I finish mine!”

“Cool, no rush Hun.” She called back.

With that, she turned and walked görükle escort back inside; as she did, Eric watched the saw of her hips and was being turned on. He started back to the task and noticed he was tenting his shorts again. He just hoped Ms. Turner hadn’t noticed.

It took a solid two hours for Eric to finish his lawn. He was just starting on Ms. Turner’s when she came outside again. This time she had on a small white bikini with little unicorns on it. It was smaller than most of the girls Eric’s own age wore. The bottoms sat low on her hips barley covering her ass and he was sure she must have shaved her pubes as it would have barely covered them if she had any at all. The top was struggling to contain her ample breasts and he could make out her hard nipples at the edges of the fabric. Her hips rocked side to side as she was walking up to Eric and she carried two large glasses with her. As she reached him, she handed him a glass.

“It’s so hot out here sweetie and you look like you’re working hard!” she said glancing down at his short as they were tenting again from the reaction his member was having to her.

“Oh thanks Ms. Turner.” He said taking the glass and feeling a little embarrassed.

“Nancy, sweetie call me Nancy. My Momma is Ms. Turner.” She said.

“Um sure thing, thanks Nancy.” Eric replied.

She winked at him and said, “I’m gonna be out back by the pool if you need me Sugar.”

With that, she turned and walked around the side of the house. Again, Eric watched mesmerized as her hips racked back and forth, and he could not help but notice how her swimsuit bottom hugged the curves of her ass. Now his flimsy makeshift shorts did not at all hide the full hard on he had. It was hot and he took a sip of his new drink. As he did he was surprised, it was sweet tea, but there was the unmistakable taste of liquor in it as well. Maybe she had mixed up the glasses he thought, oh well it tasted good and so he downed the glass and went to work finishing the front lawn.

Finishing the front yard Eric pushed the mower into the back yard, which was surrounded by a six-foot tall privacy fence. Rounding the corner of the house, he caught the sight of Nancy pulling herself out of the pool. The world seemed to slowdown and everything was like a slow motion video for Eric. Her hair clung to her head and down her back, water poured off her, her tits bounced slightly, and he could clearly make out her dark nipples thru the now sheer white fabric.

Spotting him starting at her she just smiled and waved, then moved to a lounge char by the pool and laid face down. She then reached behind her back and untied the strings holding up her top to avoid getting tan lines. Eric stood mesmerized for a second more. His cock now standing at attention again, he cursed himself and went to work mowing the back lawn. Working in strait lines away from and toward the house, he found himself watching Nancy on each pass. He found himself day dreaming about her. He couldn’t help but stair at her long-toned legs and her firm ass. As he worked on the side of her, he kept trying to peek at what he could see of her large rounds breasts.

By the time he got to about the half way mark in the yard his mind was racing with the thought of getting his hands-on Nancy’s firm rear end and kissing her round tits, and sucking on her erect nipples. His cock was now rock hard and throbbing. It’s full ten inches standing tall and forcing his shorts out. That’s when she flipped over on to her back. He could not believe his luck. He how had a clear view of her firm round tits and could see her nipples dark and hard from the breeze. Her legs lay open and he thought he could eskort bayan even make out the outline of her pussy through the now semi-sheer bottoms she had on. His mind was in overdrive now as he imagined what it would be like to taste her sweet nectar, and lick her as she moaned in pleasure.

Eric was lost in his own mind when Nancy call out “Looking good sweetie, but do you need a break? Why don’t you join me for a few minutes and rest, besides I need more sunscreen, can you help a girl out?”

He stopped the mower and tried his best not to sprint over to her. With each step his heart pounded. He was nervous and slightly embarrassed by the state of his now turgid member, but the chance to rub sunscreen on this sexy cougar was too much to pass up. As he reached her, she handed him the lotion, sat up, and moved forward on her lounger so he could sit behind her. Taking a seat, he poured lotion onto his hands and began to rub Nancy’s shoulders and back.

“Mmm that feels good.” She said. “Nothing like a man’s touch to make a girl feel good”

“Happy to help Ms…. Um Nancy.” Eric stammered.

“Just Nancy, sugar, not Ms. Nancy.” She said.

“Sure thing Nancy.” He said sheepishly.

“You know you could use some lotion too Sugar. I can’t have you getting burned mowing my lawn for me. Let me put some on ya.” She said with a smile.

“Um sure.” Eric said reluctant to stop touching her.

With that, she took the lotion and turned facing him. Eric could not make eye contact but kept staring and her breasts, mesmerized by them, he could feel his pulse in his dick as they moved with each breath she took. Squeezing out a hand full of lotion she began rubbing his calf’s and worked her way up his legs. Eventually she reached the edge of his shorts and allowed her hands to slide up inside each leg working her way closer to his groin. There was now no missing his now pulsing hard cock. It twitched with each circular motion she made with her hands on his thighs.

“Why Eric sweetie, you seem tense.” She said.

“Uh no Ms. I’m fine” he stammered

“Now Eric, we’ve been over this it’s Nancy!” she said in a stern tone.

With a smile, she then grabbed his thick cock by the shaft and said “This does feel fine though!” and she gave it a stroke. All Eric could do was groan.

“Did I do this?” she asked coyly

“I, uh, I can’t help it Nancy. You’re just so hot!” Eric said.

“Well thank you Sugar!” she replied, “I did say I’d make today worth your while.”

With that, she tugged Eric’s shorts off him. She when grabbed his stiff member by the base and began to stroke it. She worked slowly at first making sure to rotate her hand at the top as her hand slid over his sensitive head. Soon his hard cock was oozing pre-cum. Nancy scooped up a drop with her finger and tasted it.

“Yummm!” she exclaimed.

Then she lowered her mouth to the head of his cock and took it in. Sliding it past her lips, she savored his taste and musky smell. She made fast shallow passes, bobbing her head up and down. When Eric started to moan, she quickly impaled herself as far as she could on his huge cock. A few long deep strokes and he was in heaven. She felt his balls contract and felt his shaft throb, knowing what was coming she sat up and stoked him quickly. In seconds, he was shooting like a fountain as cum exploded from his cock. Thinking they were finished, Eric stood up.

“Thanks a lot, I’ll finish the yard!” he said.

“You’ll do no such thing! Nancy cried. “You had your fun, now I want mine!”

With that, she stood as well and pushed him down on the lounger. Standing over him she removed her bikini bottoms and altıparmak escort proceeded to straddle his face.

Lowering he hairless wet twat on to his face and said, “Be a good boy and lick!”

As his tongue slid along the folds of her lips, she let out a moan, and lowered her full weight onto his face. She ground her wet twat against his chin and probing tongue.

“Mmmm yeah, eat that snatch and make me feel good, stud.” Nancy groaned.

He had only gone down on one other girl, but Nancy seemed to be really enjoying this, so he took his time probing her, eventually his tongue made contact with her clit and she howled in pleasure.

“Oh yeah that’s it stud, work Momma clit!” she howled

He loved the taste and smell of her wet twat; he was tonguing her for all he was worth. The sensation coupled with her dirty talk was quickly making him hard again. He was holding her by the hips as she ground her full weight onto his face. His chin was getting soar from the pressure and his tongue had gone numb, but he loved the whole thing. After a few minutes his chin couldn’t take it and he had to move her. He moved them so she lay on her back and he was on the ground between her legs. Bending Nancy’s legs Eric placed her feet on his shoulders and continued the oral assault on her. Soon he had her writhing in ecstasy as orgasm after orgasm rolled through her. Eventually he moved lower allowing his tongue to move in tight circles on her asshole. This seem to really drive her crazy as she was now simply thrashing about crying and telling him what a dirty boy he was. By now life had fully returned to his cock and it was again aching for attention. Now he had an idea. He had always wanted to fuck a girl in the ass and he decided it was time to try. Standing up he pressed the head of his dick against her pink rosebud and slowly pushed against it. At first it was resistant, but eventually gave way and he watched the bulbous swollen purple head of his cock get swallowed by her tight pink asshole. As this happened Nancy howled, and Eric couldn’t tell if it was pleasure or pain causing her to sound like an animal.

“Are you OK?” He asked nervously

“Oh fuck yes sweetie, just give me a minute.” Came her response.

After a short pause he could feel Nancy start to rock back and forth slowly against his firm member. With this he began to push in rhythm against her and with each collision he moved deeper and deeper into her rectum. Before long all ten inches was buried deep in Nancy’s rear end. Bottoming out, he paused again. Then slowly started to slide his rock hard member in and out of her, every time he did, he withdrew further, and pushed back in with more and more force. Within minutes, he was hammering her for all he was worth. Holding her hips, he pounded her repeatedly from behind. Each time he landed home his heavy ball sack slammed against her wet pussy and clit. She was screaming at him telling him to go harder, deeper, to fuck her like a man. Soon it was more than he could take, and he felt his balls start to tighten, his pulse throbbed in his ears, he breath quickened and grew ragged, and he exploded inside Nancy. He felt like it would not stop, he felt the pulsing move from his nuts down the shaft and out the head in each pass. Pulsing like a water pump he filled her and pounded in and out of her until it was painful. Finally he stopped. After a few seconds, he withdrew himself and stared at Nancy’s now gapped asshole filled with his jizz. His cock throbbed at the site. She stood up and cum dribbled down her legs on to the pool deck. She kissed him tenderly on the lips.

“Thanks Sugar, told you I’d make it worth your while. Could you finish up the yard? I have to get ready for a date. She said.

“Sure.” Eric said dumbfounded “You’re going on a date tonight?”

Nancy just smiled “He’ll be home soon so you might hurry.”

With that, she picked up her bikini and walked into the house her hips swaying the whole way.

“Once I relaxed I had so much fun! You’ll never believe how liberating it is. Plus, Eric loves having the little mementos to look at when I’m not around.”

Cam was telling us about her recent foray into erotic pictures. She’d gotten the idea from one of those “Spice up your relationship” articles in Cosmo. They’d suggested a few tasteful shots in sexy lingerie and such, but Cam’s version sounded more like a Playboy centerfold shoot.

“I can give you guys the number to my photographer if you want. His work is AMAZING!!!”

I glanced toward Callie and shot her a look that said “yeah…I bet his photography wasn’t all Cam was impressed with.”

Cam is our group slut. If our lives were an episode of Sex in the City (which they definitely weren’t or I’d have had a way better apartment), she was our Samantha. Her husband Eric knew about her indiscretions and almost seemed to enjoy them. I could only imagine what mementos Eric loved more…the pictures of Cam or the idea of her screwing the photographer. Callie stifled a laugh.

“I don’t know Cam,” said Lisa living up to her role as the group’s Charlotte, “I don’t think I’d want my husband thinking of me in such a dirty fashion!”

“The pictures are only as dirty as you want them to be, Lisa.” Cam admonished, taking another sip of wine. “I didn’t intend for it to go as far as it did, but I’m so glad I did! I haven’t cum like that in AGES.”

We all laugh at that one as the waiter nearly dropped the bill he was coming to deliver.

“Ignore her,” I said to the waiter as I hand him my credit card, “she has sexual tourettes.”

We laugh again and the conversation moves on to the newest shoes that were in the Saks window and why we can never afford to live the lives we want. When lunch is over Lisa and Cam decide to partake in a little retail therapy. Callie and I decline, and jump in my car to head home. We drive in relative silence, having always had a comfortable friendship. Her house is on the outskirts of town, a drive I always loved making before but especially loved now that her and I have gotten so close.

As I pull onto her street she breaks the silence suddenly.

“Maybe it’s not such a bad idea…” she trails off.

“What’s that sweets?” I say.

“The picture thing…” she hesitates again, “maybe if it were someone you were really comfortable with, you know, if you knew they wouldn’t force you into anything you weren’t sure about…I don’t know…maybe it’d be a good idea.”

I pull into her driveway and kind of stare at her. The idea of her in nothing but a negligee is tantalizing. I want to respond, but don’t know how to say it in a way that won’t sound like I want to rip her clothes off.

“Derrik and I…” she give another false start, there’s a long silence before she starts again. “We haven’t been intimate in a while, with the kids and work, life just seems to get in the way. Maybe if I did something like that he’d think of me as sexy again…”

She looks like she might cry, or run and hide, or break out laughing and tell me it’s a joke. I have to say something…

“I know what you mean,” I blurt out, “Freddie hasn’t touched me in weeks and we used to hump like rabbits. I think now he’s afraid of one of the kids walking in or of them hearing…even when they’re in bed. The last time was a quickie in the dark at three in the morning…it left me feeling…I don’t know. Just wanting more I guess.”

Her eyes lock on to mine, studying me for a moment.

“We could do it for each other.” she says softly, almost a whisper. A blush spreads across her face.

My heart races and I lick my lips. Is she suggesting what I think she is? I see her again in my mind stripped down to just a few lacy things that leave little to the imagination. I break eye contact for just a second and glance at her beautiful breasts down the slightly open part in her shirt. It’s all I can do to not reach out and caress one, but if she’s inviting me to do so….

“You know…take the pictures.” she finishes. “You have all that old gear from when you wanted to be a photographer…so we could use that and never have to worry about anyone seeing them if they’re awful.”

My stomach sinks. Of course! The pictures. Callie has never shown the slightest interest in women. What made me think she was suddenly suggesting we dive into bed together.

I look away toward the front of her house, her oldest is peeking out the window. She’s always watching us. I think she just can’t wait to be like us when she grows up. Silly girl…doesn’t she know it just keeps getting more confusing?

“Yeah, sure.” I say non-noncommittally. I don’t want to seem too eager. “It’s a great idea. I know I’d be totally comfortable with you.”

“I feel the same way,” she says, shifting her weight to get out of the car. “Let’s look at our schedules and set something up, kay?”

I nod and wave out my open window as she walks up her front walk. I can’t help but watch her hips sway in bursa escort those perfect dark blue hip hugging jeans. You’d never know Callie was a mom, not if you were just watching her from afar. I mean sure, she was no size 0 runway model, but I liked that. She had curves in all the right places, the kids hadn’t “ruined” her body in the sense that she had gotten grossly fat. Her breasts were still perky, even though they’d swelled a bit after her son was born. She complained a lot that she hated going from a C to a D…but I loved them. My pussy spasmed slightly as I imagined cupping those breasts in my hands, teasing the nipples..or running my hands over the curves of her hips as I leaned in close to smell her…

A honking noise shook me from my thoughts. Derrik was home and I was blocking his spot in the drive way. I flipped my car into reverse and waved apologetically as I pulled out of his way. He grinned at me as he started to pull in, rolling down his window.

“House envy Kirsten?” He was always telling us to move out of our apartment. “You know I just had a beautiful 4 bedroom go up on the market one block over. I could show it to you…we could be neighbors!”

“You know how we feel about yard work Derrik…so unless you plan to come and mow my lawn every Sunday…”

“Yeah yeah, with the money I’d make on the sale of this one, that might actually be worth it!”

He laughs and pulls fully into his drive way, effectively ending the conversation. That’s how Derrik was; when he was done with something he was done. No questions. He was forceful like that about everything in his life, what he wanted on his terms and that was all. I began the 20 minute drive back to my home, thinking about everything that happened this afternoon. I wish I could be like Cam or Derrik, just taking what I wanted. Derrik was so strong and powerful, Cam was so brave, so free. If Cam wanted Callie she’d have already had her by now. Derrik too for that matter. Either one of them would have fingered her in the car on the drive home, making her cum just before pulling down her street. If I were brave like them I’d be licking Callie’s juices off my fingers right now as I drove home.

I sighed as I pulled into the parking garage under my complex. “If’s” were for teenagers in the backs of camaros, not for adults with lives. Of course…that didn’t stop me from telling Freddie about my fantasy. No names of course, just that I had gotten really excited imagining going down on another woman. He fucked me harder that night than he had in years, the whole time whispering things in my ear about what he wanted to see me do to another woman. I came multiple times, both on his dick that night…and on my fingers in the shower the next morning as I imagined what Callie might taste like.

Three days later I’ve moved on from my silly teenage girl fantasy. I’d just finished dropping my kids off at school when my phone rang. The caller ID showed Callie and I decide to have a little fun with her.

“Black and whites or full color spread” I say as my answer to the ringing, “emphasis on the spread!”

Callie laughs nervously, “How’d you know that’s why I was calling?”

My breath catches in my throat for a second. I quickly pull over into the empty parking lot of an abandoned JC Penny.

“We’re so in sync,” I say lightly though my heart is beating a samba, “I just know what you want when you want it!”

Good one Kirsten, I hide my face in shame even though she can’t see me, now she’s going to think you’re as bad as Cam. I think for a moment I hear her say something like “yes you do” but it’s so soft I figure I’ve just imagined it.

“You know that house Derrik mentioned to you?” she asks.

I sigh…homeownership. Ugh.

“Before you go on defense” she hurriedly adds “I was just thinking…he says it’s still fully furnished for showings. So I thought…if we were going to do a photo shoot…I don’t know, it’s just. Well….it might be the perfect place. Private, you know…because I’ll get him to give me the key. I’ll do it under the guise that you’re actually interested. We could have the whole afternoon if you wanted to do it today…the kids aren’t out of school until 4.”

My mind races…of course I want to! I know I’ll never be able to touch her, but the thought of just getting to see her. Not as a friend, or a mom, or even a sexy woman walking down the street…but as a lustful beauty. I know the lust wouldn’t be for me, but I’ll take what I can get.

I must have paused too long, because I hear Callie starting to back out.

“I mean…unless you were just joking. Because it really is silly…and I…”

“Yes!” I exclaim a little too eagerly…”Yes, today. I’ll have to run home and grab my stuff, then out to your place. Will an hour work?”

“Sure…that’ll give me time to find some sexy things to wear…”

I can tell she’s trying to make this happen fast so she won’t lose her nerve.

“I can bring some of my bursa escort bayan stuff too if you want, so that you can be wearing stuff Derrik’s never seen. And some wine maybe, if you want.”

“Wine would be great Kirst. See you in an hour.” She hangs up without saying goodbye. She must be really nervous.

I don’t think I’ve ever gotten home so quickly. I race around the apartment, digging out my camera equipment (digital and film…and video too for good measure), then stuffing a bunch of teddies, negligees, and bra/panty sets into an over night bag. On a whim I throw in my husband and my box of sex toys. We haven’t used any of it in a long time, and I’m honestly not sure what’s in there…but I remember us having a few nice things like feather teasers and such that I think Callie could incorporate into her photo session. I drop my camera bags and the over stuffed suitcase by the door then head to the kitchen. I pull out four different bottles of red wines from our wine rack and stuff them into a recyclable grocery bag, unsure which pairs nicely with a highly sexual encounter. Chicken? White wine. Steak? Red. Pussy? Hm…I grab a couple white wines too. Six bottles is more than we’d ever need…but I want her to be able to choose. Besides, it’s not like I’ll get to taste anything but the wine, and though she prefers red I like white.

I sling my purse over my shoulder, grab the bags and race out the door. I’m halfway down the hall before I realize I have to double back and lock up the apartment. I slide the key out of the lock and lean against my front door. I remind myself to take deep calming breaths. This won’t work if she thinks I’m being weird about it. She trusts me to make her feel comfortable which means I need to slow down and stop thinking about what I want to do to her.

I have to force myself to go the speed limit the entire drive to her house. It’s agonizing, but I manage. A pillar of restraint, that’s me! When I pull into her driveway she’s already standing there, shifting her weight nervously from side to side. She has a small rolling carry on propped up next to her, it doesn’t look nearly as overstuffed as mine. She gives me an anxious grin as she slides into the passenger seat, tossing her bag into the back. The drive to the vacant house is quiet, aside from her directions…but this time it’s not our friendly comfortable silence. There’s electricity in the air, and something else I can’t quite place. Fear?

We unload our bags and carry them into the house. It’s beautiful, I can’t help but imagine how perfect it would be for my family. You know, if it weren’t for the lawn care, and fixing broken plumbing when it breaks, and loose shingles…and all that other homeowner crap I avoid by renting an apartment.

I drop my bags in the living room next to hers and we give ourselves a self guided tour of the house. She wasn’t kidding when she said it was fully furnished for showing. Derrk’s real estate company really went all out. If I didn’t know better I would have thought we’d broken in to someone’s actual home. The master bedroom is the most impressive, with a giant four poster bed and jacuzzi tub in the bath.

“Well,” I say after we’ve seen everything…”what room would you feel most comfortable doing this in?”

Callie hesitates, as if she’d almost forgotten why we were here. She wanders through the rooms in silence as she contemplates. I unpack my camera equipment, trying my best to be patient with her…when all I want to do is lay her spread eagle on the floor.

“The living room I think,” her voice startles me out of my dream land “it feels less….porno”

“Okay, dig through your bag, and mine too if you’d like and pick something out to wear.” I hope I sound as cool as I should, “I’ll get the cameras set up while you change.”

She unzips my bag first, setting aside the box of toys without looking inside. I guess she thought it was part of my camera stuff. She pulls a few things out of my bag, then a few more out of hers and disappears into a back bedroom. I busy myself setting up the tripods and lighting equipment. I take a few test shots of the empty couch for calibration, and then go pop the cork on a bottle of wine.

True to my theory, Derrik’s real estate company really did go all out, there were wine glasses hanging from a rack in the built in bar that adorned the living area. I filled two wine glasses with a dark red merlot…Callie’s favorite and set them out on the coffee table.

“I can’t do this!” I hear Callie cry from the back, “He’ll think I’m silly. You’ll think I’m silly! My body is ugly, and I look horrible!!!”

No no no no no…so close to having images to put to my imagination. I can’t let her chicken out now. I spend the next ten minutes talking through the bedroom door… I remind her how beautiful she is. How much Derrik loves her. How men leer at her at work. I assure her she’ll have full veto power on any and all photos, that I won’t keep any, she’ll have the only escort bursa copies. I swear at one point I nearly start begging her. I tell her I can’t do it if she can’t do it…she’s always been the prettier of the two of us, and if she’s not brave enough how could I ever be. She calms down a little at that. I’m starting to wear her down.

I decide to get the wine. That should help too. I glance at my phone on the kitchen counter. 10:00…still plenty of time for pictures, if I can just get her out of that room! Then a thought occurs to me. I had some muscle relaxers in my purse from back when I pulled my neck at the gym. They knocked me loopy when I took them. I was so totally open to suggestion that it was the first time I let Freddie try anal, and he’d been begging me for years. I pulled the bottle out of my purse and hesitated at the warning label on the side about not combining with alcohol. I broke a pill in half and dropped in it one of the glasses, watching it dissolve into the rich red liquid. That’s when my phone rang.

“Like what you see so far?” It was Derrik.

“I haven’t seen anything yet…” I retorted, thinking of his half naked wife nervously pacing in the next room.

“Really? I thought you were supposed to meet Callie thirty minutes ago. Need me to come over?”

“No!” I exclaimed a little too forcefully. “No, we just got to talking…we’re pulling up to the house now. It’s pretty.”

“Well, let me know if you need anything,” he said obviously distracted. “I told Callie you could have the whole day to yourself to let it sink in. There’s a hot tub out back if you want to…you know…go skinny dipping.” He chuckled lewdly.

“Perv.” I teased, laughing.

He hung up without another word, done with the call, but he was laughing as he did so.

…if only he knew.

By then of course, I couldn’t remember which glass of wine I’d slipped the relaxer in to. I still had the other half in my hand, so I played eeny meany miney moe and dropped it into one of the glasses. I carried them both back and knocked softly on the door.

“Callie?” I called…”wine?”

The door cracked open and I caught the briefest glimpse of perfection as she opened the door. Callie quickly pulled a black silk robe around herself, covering whatever it was she was wearing. I hand her the glass I know for sure is spiked.

“Come out and sit down. We’ll just drink and talk. If you decide you really can’t do it, we’ll pack up and no harm done. We’ll just call it a day spent hanging out.”

She smiled at me, relieved. “I was afraid you’d be upset if I said no.”

“Don’t be silly sweets, you know this is just about the fun.” I smiled my most reassuring smile. “If you’re not having fun than we shouldn’t be doing it.”

We walked together out to the couch and sat down. She glanced around at the equipment I’d spread out throughout the room.

“All this?”

“It’s so I can have the best lighting…make you look as amazing on film as you do in person.” I grin again, hoping she takes that as a friend compliment.

She spots the video camera. “What’s that for?”

“I like to take video while I shoot…you never know when a still from the video will come out better than from the camera. Plus watching it helps me remember what pictures go in what order, and where to find a specific image I’m looking for. It helps a lot when I take thousands of pictures. The video can show me which camera I was holding and what the person was doing when I took it.”

“Makes sense…” she trails off, taking a huge gulp of wine. “This is good.” She says looking at her glass.

I notice it’s nearly empty. I take a few chugs off mine to catch up, not wanting her to be uncomfortable.

“Tell you what,” I say “Let me take a few of you just like that. No trying to be sexy, just you being you…you look so pretty sitting there.”

Callie smiles shyly, but nods. I drink quickly, finishing off my wine before standing up and grabbing one of my cameras. I walk to the video camera on the tripod and turn it on. With my back to the windows I start taking pictures.

“Tell me about the first time you met Derrik” I say.

She smiles slightly and takes another sip of wine before starting. “We were at a bar. He decided he wanted my number. You know how he is. Before I knew what was happening he had my number and we had plans for a date on Saturday. He was so charming and a little forceful. I just couldn’t tell him no.”

“And the first time you made love?” I snapped a few more pictures.

Callie adjusted, drinking more of her wine. “Again, charming and forceful. Not in a bad way mind you, not like rape or anything…he just takes what he wants when he wants it. You know how he is. I like that…” She’s looking away shyly again, having finished her wine. I grab the bottle and refill both our glasses.

“Tell me more…”

“I don’t even know how we ended up in my bedroom…one minute we were in the living room talking. The next I was pinned to the bed, my arms above my head, held down in his massive hand. He was sucking my breast and his other hand was working the button on my pants. I don’t think I could have stopped him if I wanted to….but I really didn’t want to.”

There are two main categories for this piece. Lesbian Sex and Fantasy (supernatural hero stuff). Enjoy.

There she was. My old high-school teacher, my first crush ever. Her green eyes sympathetically looking into mine. Her fingers brushing strands of hair out of my bloody face.

“Are you alright?” her lips form these words that don’t register in my ears, instead they are filled with silence.

A painful silence and around me there’s darkness and in the darkness there are three lights. I notice they’re not normal light sources, it’s three of my classmates on fire running over the beach towards the sea. My ears are slowly recovering from the explosion that deafened them and I can hear people shouting, screaming and crying. My eyes are recovering from the flash of bright, white light and the fire engulfing the three victims burns ever brighter.

However, we’re not on the beach, it isn’t dark, it’s broad daylight. That accident happened years ago. Right now I’ve landed right on my face on the concrete. I’ve scraped my chin with the landing, my cheeks covered in blood but what’s more important is that Mrs Hulsts hands are on my face.

“Sierra, are you conscious?” she asks.

I was so dazed by the flashback that it was hard for me to form a reply. “Yes, yes.. I am.” I try to shake my head to wake up, which I shouldn’t have done because that only hurts.

“Can you walk? If we go inside this bar we can ask for a First Aid Kit.” I manage to stand up with her supporting me. I stare into her beautiful green eyes. “This way” she says.

~, @ & ^

All I could do was to focus on my breathing while she patched me up. “You’re doing well, most people can’t stop themselves from hissing when it stings but you’re not even flinching.” Of course I’m not, not when I feel so numb. I wondered whether I was feeling numb from the flashback or if the crush I had on her was hitting me right in the face again. I looked at how her long, straight blonde hair draped elegantly over her shoulders, how her deliciously, full lips were slightly parted in concern over me giving me a peek at the tongue I’d love to have stroking mine. Yeah, it was the crush alright.

I told myself to get a grip. I’m finally at a very legal age to pretty much do whatever I want including hooking up with a former teacher. All I needed was to get my act together and try to flirt with her. I rubbed my hands along my black, wavy hair to tidy it up a bit. “Sheesh, what a smack” I laughed. “Thanks for helping me, can I offer you a drink out of gratitude Mrs Hulst?” I asked and put on my most beautiful smile with a hint of sexy toughness as I’d like to call it.

She giggled at my expression. “Well thanks dear. You’ve always been quite the tomboy. I thought you might have caught a concussion but I can see the old Sierra is back again. Call me Laura or if you insist on formalities it might as well be Miss Hulst.” I smile at her. Not only does she remember my name but also part of my personality. It feels like we’re off to a good start.

“Miss Hulst?” I curiously ask as I signal the bartender to come over.

“My husband died many years ago” Laura replied. “I’ve kept his name as my pupils know me by it but I’m no longer a wife.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, when did he d-” I quickly shut my mouth. “Sorry, that was so rude of-“

“It’s okay.” Laura smiles at me in a way that reassures me I haven’t offended her. “It happened just before the accident..” her voice got soft. I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I could barely believe it. Just after her husband died the accident happened. On a school trip a camp-fire got out of hand and she was the one held responsible. Realization hit me that she spent her mourning period serving out her community service sentence.

It all started out so innocent. We we’re ending a great day of many fun activities with a gathering around a big campfire on the beach. We had dug a deep hole in which the fire lay. However, the fire wouldn’t really start so our teacher bursa escort threw some methylated spirit on it. The fire burned big and bright and we had a great evening. Sometime later the fire shrank and Miss Hulst grabbed some of the liquid again but a methanol damp had spread and caused an explosion.

Tears welled up in my eyes and one escaped and rolled over my cheek. “I’m so sorry!” Laura panicked and held me in her arms. “I’ll go aw-“

“No!” I interrupted her. “No, I’m the one who’s sorry. That must have been a horrible experience” I cried out in her arms. I didn’t feel like I had the right to be the one crying, it should’ve been her in my arms but here I am, blabbering like a baby.

“We can be sorry for each other” she whispered in my ear and gently stroked my hair. After some time of silence Laura started talking again. “So you’re not mad at me for causing you that trauma?” she asked doubtfully.

“Of course not!” I exclaimed and held her tighter. I could feel her pressing me closer too. Maybe she felt that everyone would be mad at her for what happened. Maybe that’s why I haven’t seen her in all those years…

~, @ & ^

“We should get going” Laura says. I look at the clock, almost time for dinner. Time just flew by catching up on what we’ve been doing with our lives the past few years. It was mostly Laura listening intently to the course of my life or what I could comfortably tell about it at least. I felt fear creep up inside me. Fear that it would end here, that I would never see her again. What possible excuse could I make to ask for her number.

We made our way outside and that is where I heard her gasp. “Oh no” she looked stunned at the spot where my bicycle was supposed to be. “I was so concerned with patching you up that I never locked your bicycle.” As she said that I realized my bike had been stolen. My mouth hung wide open. Just my luck! My eyes bore into the ground as I had no clue what to do. I looked up as I felt Laura’s hand on my shoulder.

“Let me drive you to my place and make it up to you. You can have my husband’s bicycle” Laura started.

“No Ma’am please, I don’t want to take your husband’s belongings” I sputtered.

“Please Sierra, his bicycle doesn’t mean much to me. Not in comparison to other memorial items I have left of him. Besides, I’m sure you need a way to get around town.”

I sighed. “Fine” I moodily agreed.

“I’m sooooryyy” Laura sang to me. I looked at her from the corner of my eyes, she gave me her most kind look back. I put my hands behind my head and stretched my upper body.

“I won’t be mad if you include diner.”

“It’s a deal if you never call me Ma’am again.”

We burst out into laughing at our crazy ordeal. It’s weird but suddenly I thanked the heavens for falling of my bike and having it stolen. Any other day I would have spontaneously had my period but today I was laughing out loud with my former teacher, my old and now renewed crush.

~, @ & ^

Her cooking smelled so delicious. It was just a regular chicken dish but hers just smelled special to me. “God, I can’t wait!” I exclaimed excitedly. Laura smiled at my expression when she served us dinner. “Just one minute!” she shouted as she exited the room. She reappeared with a golden candelabra holding 3 red candles and my heart sank to my stomach. “You’re not going to light that up are you?” I asked, my eyes wide in disbelief.

It happened again. Tears welled up in Laura’s face. She started panicking again over any pain she might have caused me because of the accident. I was freaking out, not because I was afraid of fire but ever since the accident fire has caused my body to respond in a supernatural way. The part of my life I wasn’t so comfortable telling about might be revealed at a simple dinner.

I just could not withstand Laura’s look of sadness. “What are you crying for? I just figured it looked like you were coming on to me or something, not a big deal” I shrugged. Tomboy Sierra has her act together escort bursa again. Laura’s expression changed like night and day.

“Well maybe I am” Laura spoke in a lusty voice. “You’ve always been my favorite pupil.” Her sultry gaze met my disbelieving one.

My jaw dropped to the floor. The heart in my stomach evolved into butterflies and any protests about the candles just melted away. Laura silently lit the candles. When she noted how nervous I had become she giggled and suddenly all the tension was gone again. Gears started turning in my head on how I could get that tension back again. I wondered if the candelabra really meant something romantic. This woman always left me speechless.

Miss Hulst wasn’t just that one extraordinary teacher that seemed beautiful. She was a fanatic sportswoman. I always admired how her toned body, which was still on the feminine side, fit her barbie face but what I liked about her most is how she could switch up character just like me. You know how you sometimes call out the wrong gender when asking for your teacher. It always happens sometimes, no matter with whom but with Miss Hulst it just felt a little more sensitive because she had such a strong looking body.

Like I said it always happened but the moment I accidentally called Laura Mister Hulst the entire class went silent. Back-stabbing mother… Anyways, she silently walks up to me and it wasn’t really helping that I was sitting in the back of the class. My heart was pounding in my chest for the entire duration of her walk, which seemed endless, and I was sure she would sent me out of class. She put her hand on my shoulder and as I looked up at her she replied “Yes, young man?” Everyone burst out into laughter and ever since then she was known for her good humor. My admiration for her only grew and I vividly remember to this day how hot she is when she turns silent.

“Bon appetit” Laura said waking me up from my daydream and winked at me as she took a piece of chicken in that delicious mouth of hers. For a moment I just stared at her delicate features before quickly feeding myself on her dish as not to cause any suspicion. If only she had been my french teacher too, high school would’ve been twice as good.

“When did you paint your nails? It doesn’t even smell. You should let me in on your nail polish secrets.” Oh God, it’s happening again. That familiar luxurious red color crept up. I could manage some excuse about some parts of my body but not all. I have to focus.

“Hello?”

“Beauty secret for another beauty secret” I quickly stammered as Laura called onto me.

“Hmm, I have to think of a good one then” she said as she took another bite, lost in thought about what she might have for trade. I sighed, maybe that would keep her busy a bit so I could concentrate on stopping my partial transformation.

Laura’s leg suddenly brushed mine and I jolted upright in my seat. “Don’t you like my food?” she asked, her voice barely more than a soft whisper.

I gulped. “No, no I do Miss Hulst, I-“

“I think it’s so funny how you keep calling me different names all the time…”

Butterflies again.

“And you haven’t even touched your wine…”

Her nylon clad leg brushed up my naked one while her words toyed with me. I already contemplated this morning whether I should even wear a skirt when I knew I had to take a long cycling trip back home and now my dress-wearing teacher had me in her grip. I wasn’t going to drink, I was already love drunk enough.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea when I still have to cycle home in the evening” I nervously replied as her foot climbed the inside of my leg.

“I can take you home darling, or…” I gasped as her foot reached my panties “you can stay here…”

I immediately grew wet, my nipples hard from arousal and I lunged myself at the wine to take a large gulp or courage.

“That’s a good girl” Laura purred. My cheeks grew red and my eyes-

“Your eyes!”

No, shit not my eyes.

“They’ve bursa escort bayan turned red!”

I stood up and rushed to her bathroom. I lent on the counter and confirmed in the mirror that my pupils had taken the same color as my finger and toe nails. The same color as my lips. That red luxurious color caused by the candlelight. Caused by Laura lowering my guard when she started seducing me. I felt trapped. I could make a run for it. Run out of the house and never see her again but my heart wouldn’t allow me. I sank to the floor and was about to cry when I heard her walking in.

“Fire walk with me? That’s you?”

I nodded. Yes, I was the anonymous, let’s call it ‘superhero’ working with the police force. It used to be the fire department but my ability came in handy with criminals as well. I used to quote that line of the tv-show Twin Peaks as the government wanted me to raise my image in a commercially viable way. I was very popular due to the element of fire. The popularity of the Hunger Games caused me to also be called ‘the Real girl on fire’. I didn’t really care for it but the job paid so ridiculously well.

“Sierra that’s wonderful!” Even though it was a compliment my heart sank to my stomach. I could hear it in her voice, the awe she had for me. I didn’t want her amazement, I wanted her seductions back and I want her to forget about me being a supposedly ‘super frigging hero’. I groaned.

I held my shoulders wanting to rock back and forth. “Can you bring me home please?” I asked. There was confusion in her expression but I really just wanted to go so I withstood any sad or dissapointed look she could throw at me. Finally she just nodded. I picked myself up and made my way to the exit of her apartment. I turned around to thank her for dinner when her lips pressed against mine.

My world stopped at the touch of her lips.

My hands instinctively roamed her sides as she had me cornered against the door. Her knee pressing up in between my legs causing me to slowly grow wet again. She forced my mouth open and as her tongue entered my mouth. I felt a waterfall of love crash down on my body. The feeling of finally getting what you’ve craved for so long is like a roller coaster ride only the seat belts feel like warm, tight hugs all the way. I moaned loudly as her tongue marked her territory in my mouth. I cringed at my arousal from having our bodies pressed together, her knee between my legs, her mouth devouring mine.

I grabbed the back of her head and started returning the kiss. My tongue tentatively exploring her soft, watery mouth. Then our tongues moved in unison and we moaned from passion. When we finally broke the kiss we were both panting and my panties were soaked. I turned my head to the side out of embarrassment. My face flustered.

Laura started kissing me in my neck and at some points my legs just gave up. The tall strong woman picked me up and brought me to her bedroom. No matter how much I had the ability to withstand fire she had the ability to make me melt.

She put me down on her bed, spread my legs and pulled my panties down. The act got me even wetter and my pussy ached to be touched. Even though maybe I should’ve put up a little resistance with things getting out of hand so soon the cravings in my body dominated the questions in my mind.

I felt a finger slip inside my wetness and moaned loudly. When another finger entered me my body tensed. My hole squeezed on Laura’s fingers. Finally I let go and relaxed and she started stroking me. Her thumb circled my clit and my breathing became heavier. Once again I felt like I was in a daze. I could barely contemplate what exactly had happened today as a pressure built up between my legs. Once again the silence of her actions left me speechless and all I could do was enjoy the sensations she was giving to me. Her fingers picked up pace and my moans grew loader until I was crying out. I felt my juices stream out of me and my body turning into jelly as the collected pressure in my clit exploded. I turned around to rest on my stomach as I pressed my wet, glistening thighs together. I tried to control my tensed abdomen as well as my breathing.

I felt Laura’s fingers tracing alongside my ass as I was trying to recover. Oh god…

Eve and Lilith lay frolicking beside a stream on the meadows of Tigris . The Tree Of Knowledge looms over them from about ten to twelve feet away. It is springtime in Eden, with the petunias and hibiscus in full bloom. As they lay on the bed of lilies, Lilith is tender on Eve yet, the effect of her Sapphic touch is utterly overwhelming on Eve. She moves and squirms in sheer delight as the moans of her sweet throes echo through the gardens of Eden. In the midst of her tremors, she notices the Tree of Knowledge. It is blurred at first by her tears of exquisite pleasure. It still piques her interest even while her head is tilted back. She begs Lilith to stop . Lilith, turned on by Eve’s resistance ups the ante in her care giving making her swoon in delight, despite herself. She tries to break from her but her efforts are hampered by her weak legs due to the surges of pleasure coursing through her. Finally, she gets to it. She reaches out to touch it, but Lilith holds her back wary of the strangely shaped object. She stares at it while Lilith mumbles sweet and sexy nothings in her ear, while touch her ever-so-gently. She runs her hand though Eve’s hair; kissing her neck, face, ear, lips bordering on edification.

“Don’t do it”, she said, kissing her ear while she whispered gently to her. She slides her hand (all the way) down her back, beseechingly touching her little puckered hole. Eve’s knees buckled once more under Lilith deft touch and she falls. She looks up at it as its view becomes clearer. Lilith stood where she was still wary of the branch.

“This looks dangerous, like a ser-“

“Listen, Lilith. I think it speaks to me. I feel as though… I must …respond.” The serpent reared hardened, startling Eve and Lilith. Though Eve came out of it all the more intrigued, Lilith was scared and uncomfortable. She joins her and begs her once more, more fervently than she had before, afraid that Eve may have found a new fascination just like she had found Eve.

“Please, Eve. Do not go any closer.” Lilith urged. “It’s scary.”

Eve, persistent, edged closer and touched the head of the serpent with trembling fingers. The length of the branch throbbed as the Tree seemed to squirm slightly. Confident, she held it in her hand, constraining the throb that came from it once again.

Fascinated, Eve looked at it from all sides trying to take it all in.

“Come, Lilith. See.”

Lilith came closer despite herself, wanting to confront the other being beside herself who could intrigue Eve so much.

“Look, bursa escort Lilith, fruit. Do you think it will taste nice?”

Lilith was stunned as Eve began mouthing the apparition, licking it, trying to get it all into her mouth.

“Come hither, Lilith. It tastes…Hmm.” Eve wore a relaxed dreamy look as she savored the taste of this strange fruit.

Lilith stared at her for before kneeling across her; she had never seen Eve in such a light. In her puzzlement, she grabbed the serpent by the head and joined Eve in her little feast.

Eve was right. There wasn’t a particular taste but something from within that stirred something inside her. She too could hear a faint voice, however inaudible. Her ferocity grew as the feeling inside her grew stronger. Then she felt something on her hand. A strange liquid came forth, somewhat reminiscent of sap, but differently colored.

“Eve! Eve!!” Lilith panicked. “My hand, my ha-“

“What’s that?” Eve asked, seeing the transparent viscous liquid on her paramour’s fingers. Her eyes brightened suddenly. “It must be the nectar. Give it to me, Lilith, I want to taste it.”

She reached for Lilith’s hand, anticipating her, smirking in amusement at Lilith’s perplexed look.

“You know how much I love your fingers, Lilith.” She said, licking a finger. Her eyes twinkled.

“I know,” Lilith gasped. Eve had become hers once more. She felt so aroused by Eve’s lascivious behavior.

“How much I love it when you put them…” she said, sliding her fingers in and out of her mouth, “inside me”;

“Yes,” Lilith could barely sigh, overwhelming lust clouded her mind. She felt a sensation well up in her after which she felt her wetness slowly drip along her leg.

“Between my lips,” Eve flicked her fingers with her tongue, never taking her eyes of Lilith, who couldn’t stand the erotic ache.

“And,” Eve said, finally taking her hand out of her mouth and slowly slid it down her chin and between her breasts; Lilith felt Eve’s heartbeat resonate through her body, setting her ablaze. She could barely stand it. Eve edged closer to her as she slid her hand further down. Between my hips, Eve stayed Lilith’s hand at the part just over her lips, giving her the lower look. Her eyes teased Lilith as she slid her hand over her clit and further down. Her fingers moved on their own, they had been there so many times before. Her fingers swam effortlessly in the deep and shallow ends of Eve’s canal. It felt like it had been raining for days, Eve was escort bursa pouring. Lilith took her hand as they went back to lie among the lilies. Eve took the face of her lover in her hand caressed it as it came closer in a kiss deeper than Gijon. There was no spot within Lilith’s reach she didn’t hit. As she kissed her once more, Eve moaned with sheer delectation. Within Eve, Lilith felt a storm brewing, even before she did. Her heart pounded out of control and her twat tightened around Lilith’s fingers. Eve could only mumble meaningless encouragements as her body moved on its own. And she came, soaking Lilith’s fingers with the nectar of her lust. She breathed heavily as she lay, exhausted, trying to gather herself. She eventually came to, sitting up to lick her juices and letting her paramour taste them from her. As she went on to kiss and bite the neck of her lover, she saw the Serpent at the tree, throbbing steadily, but significantly harder than before. She got up and dragged a reluctant Lilith along with her. Lilith was fascinated despite herself to see the branch throb in such an ominous manner.

“Eve, cover its head with your mouth and lick it with your tongue.”

“Why?”

“I think,” she said approaching the branch tentatively and holding its midriff. “It needs to give “nectar.”

“You think it’s safe?”

“Just do it, Eve.”

“Why me,” she thought out loud as she fitted the head of the serpent in her mouth.

“I think I want some of it too. And you know,” she said edging sensually closer to her, “you’re the only one I can eat out of.” Lilith kissed her while she had the head in her mouth. It became more and more agitated as their tongues swirled in the wet darkness searching for each other. The branch became turgid and it expelled it Nectar in all its warmth into Eve’s mouth. Eve reeled, stunned at first but soothed into a satiated smile as she tasted of the Nectar of the Tree of Knowledge. Lilith held her close, searching for the Nectar but found none.

“You did not save some for me, Eve. We will have to wait till next spring for this tree to bloom like this.”

“In that case you will just have to punish me till then,” Eve said slyly.

“Very well then, I …”

“Come to me, Lilith,” she came to her, ran her tongue along the side of her face. “You know I want you to,” she whispered. She flicked her ear with her tongue. Lilith practically melted.

“Yes,” she said breathlessly.

She kissed her on her lips just as she spoke.

“Umm”

Eve bursa escort bayan deepened their kiss and touched her down there. Lilith’s knees buckled and dripped of her juices. She led Lilith back to the lilies, straddling her body with hers and kissing as she had never done before. She took her hand as she kissed her while toying with her. Lilith was putty beneath her.

“For me,” Eve said imploring in a sly manner; Lilith could handle it nomore.

“Anything, Eve. For you”

She spread Lilith to expose her tight little hole more.

Please, stop; what are you- ah

Are you alright?

It feels so painful, yet-.

Well then. Eve reached down Lilith’s body and slid her fingers up into her.

Eve, can I… taste you too? Lilith managed, between moans.

Eve sat over Lilith and eased her twat onto Lilith’s eager lips. Lilith would eat but would turn away in spasms of pain and pleasure. Lilith squirmed underneath her.

“Eve, Eve”

“Eat me, Lilith,” Eve commanded.

“Yeah,” she gasped

Eve swooned gently as her lips met hers, drenching her lips with her nectar. As she did, Lilith came onto her fingers in torrents, writhing and moaning. As she recovered, she placed her mouth over Eve’s puckered hole, licking it round and thrusting as far up into her as she could. Eve screamed as she covered Lilith with her nectar.

“Keep going,” Eve urged, “make me cum more — ah” she let out a moan as another orgasm welled up in her. Eve and Lilith toyed with each other ardently as their pleasures multiplied.

“Eve, I’m about to-“

Lilith could barely keep herself. Eve was the first to recover. She tasted it and savored its unique taste.

“Lilith, come and have some.”

Eve parted her legs slowly, and then kissed her inner thighs, licking her way towards her pussy. She sucked hard on Lilith’s throbbing clit, making her swoon in delight. She parted her lips and sucked her, thrusting her tongue deep into her, tickling her insides. Lilith’s pussy gushed juices and she moaned fervently. Eve went down to her puckered hole and licked it round in anticipation; then she covered it with her mouth and thrust her tongue in slowly, as though trying to loosen her up. It pulsed around her tongue and Lilith felt all the movement within her and was beside herself. Sensing Lilith’s agony, she sucked at it harder and harder. She withdrew reluctantly, seeing that she had found a new way to tease Lilith. Lilith came to her hungrily, savoring the taste of her lips before parting them with her tongue. . She went back to Eve, wanting her even more;. All she wanted was Eve; touching her, kissing her; feeling her was all she wanted.

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Victoria

Trying to start over when you’re in love with someone is very difficult. You never know who you’ll meet, but Sammie came completely out of nowhere. I hadn’t even known her very long, but the sheer fact that she took an interest in me, was enough to send me completely over the moon for her. I’m a 23 year old, small business owner. I never expected to meet a woman who was so sure and yet so unsure of herself.

Ugh! I really just need to get over her. Packing up my apartment was harder than I ever expected, but the sooner I get away, the sooner I can get over her. Just as I was beginning to shake off my thoughts, my phone rang.

“Hello?” I said.

“Yes, this is Victoria Hastening.” I said to the nurse from St. Christopher’s.

“She’s where?! Why didn’t you call her parents?!” I began to worry when the nurse told me about Sammie. I had no clue why she was calling me about this, but I couldn’t just leave her there alone.

“Fine. I’ll be right there. Thank you. Bye.” I hung up and raced down to my car.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

I arrived at the hospital and I raced over to the nurses station.

“Hello. Someone called me about Samantha Richards.” I said to the young nurse.

“Yes. I was the one who called you. Your name was the one thing she said before she was unconscious again.” The nurse said.

“Well, have you called her family? Her publisher?”

“No. We can’t get into her cellphone and she had no I.D. on her body. Luckily, one of the nurses is a big fan and we were able to identify her ourselves, but I was hoping you’d know how to get in contact with her family.”

“Hmm … I can try.”

“Thank you, Ms. Hastening.”

“No problem. If you’ll excuse me for a moment.”

I walked away and immediately began to search through my phone for the number to Kourtney. I remember her from the party. After calling her and informing her of what happened, she said she’d call Sammie’s parents and Carol. I thanked her and told her I’d stay at the hospital until someone else showed up.

Almost an hour later, Sammie’s parents showed up. I immediately felt that I shouldn’t be here. I began to walk towards the exit when her mother stopped me.

“Your name is Victoria, right?” Sammie’s mother said.

“Um … Yes. Yes, it is.” I said as I looked down at the floor.

“I’m Stephanie. Stephanie Richards. And this is my husband Thomas.” She said and extended her hand. I looked at it for a moment then shook it.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Both of you.”

“I saw you with Samantha at her birthday.”

“Yes. I remember. You left out of the kitchen very upset. That really upset Sammi .. Samantha.”

“I’m sorry for my reaction. We’re Irish Catholic. It wasn’t something I ever expected to see. After talking to Carol and Thomas, I went to look for her, but she’d already left. I, then, went looking for you, but you were also gone.”

“Yes, I, um … Figured it would be better if I left. I never wanted to come in between your family. That’s why I told her I was leaving even though …”

“Yes, dear? Even though what?”

“Um … Even though I’m in love with her.”

“You … She never told me she was involved with someone.”

“We weren’t. Involved, I mean. We went out on one date and I told her that I couldn’t be with her because she refused to tell any of you.”

“Did she tell you why? Why she didn’t want to tell us?”

“The only way I can explain it is this … Being gay makes you feel different than everybody else. Like there’s something wrong with you. I know that Samantha felt that she’s accepted who she was, but she thought that if she told you, any of you, you’d hate her or something.”

Her parents both had tears in their eyes. They embraced each other. I continued to walk away. I made it to the elevator before I heard someone speak to me.

“I believe that you did the right thing telling them. I don’t think you should leave though.”

I turned and saw Sammie’s publisher, Carol.

“Why don’t you?” I asked as I turned to look at her.

“Because she knows that she loves you now. I think she’d want you here more than anyone else.”

“Are you okay with that? That she’s gay and loves me.”

Carol laughed and then came closer to me bursa escort and said, “I’ve been a lesbian since college. No one knows because I never wanted them to. It’s just me and I don’t have to worry about the same things Sammie does, but I’ve known she was gay since the day I agreed to take a meeting with her and she not so subtlety checked me out.”

Carol laughed again as she saw my mouth drop. She put her arm over my shoulder and said, “It’s perfectly fine with me because I always want her to be who she is. I don’t care if she’s gay or straight, Sammie is an excellent writer and an incredible person, that’s all I need to know.”

I hugged Carol and then walked over to where her parents were. The doctor had just came over to talk to them.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Eric Sharpe. Are you Ms. Richards’ immediate family?” The doctor said.

“We are, yes.” Stephanie answered and looked at me.

“All of you?” Dr. Sharpe asked.

“Yes. All of us.” Stephanie said.

“Very well. Ms. Richards was hit by a truck. She has been in and out of consciousness ever since until about two hours ago when she slipped into a coma. Her injuries are severe. She sustained serious injuries to her left arm and leg. Each had several fractures to the bone. One of her ribs pierced her left lung and the internal bleeding was critical, but we were able to stabilize her. She’s already been through the surgeries for her arm and leg. There is minor swelling to her brain that we are monitoring, but we believe that when she regains consciousness, she’ll be just fine.” Dr. Sharpe said to us.

“So she will make a full recovery?” Thomas asked.

“Yes, that is what the test show. If you have any other questions, please feel free to have the nurse contact me. I’ll be back shortly to check on her.” Dr. Sharpe said.

After a few minutes talking to the nurse, Dr. Sharpe left. I was left with the people closest to Sammie and I had no idea what I was doing there. She didn’t want me in her life before this happened, why would she want me around now. I had an apartment to finish clearing out and I needed to get away from New England. As I thought the last of that, the elevator doors closed in front of me.

That night I finished loading up the U-Haul and stopped to talk to the woman who’d be taking over my old place before I hopped behind the wheel and drove. I was headed to Ohio. I already had my new place being set up and my new business would be up and running by the time I got there.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Three months later …

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Sammie

Getting back on my feet had been a mission all on it’s on, having to deal with the fact that my family and friends knew I was gay on top of that almost made me wish I was still in that bloody coma. Victoria had vanished. Carol told me about the conversation they had that first night I was in the hospital, and I thought she’d have stuck around for sure, but no. One of the first things I did when I was released was try to find her, but none of the people who knew her would tell me where she was.

Although, I was pretty sure at least one of them knew where she was, I was froze out. I decided that I’d find her on my own. Now that I was out, I wanted to be with her. My parents were more than supportive, which shocked me. I still remember the talk my mom & I had.

“Samantha, do you love this woman?” My mom said to me after I’d just about given up hope of finding her.

“Of course, I do, mom.”

“Then, sweetheart, you need to use that beautiful mind of yours and figure out where she went on your own.”

“Mom, how am I going to do that when I don’t know where to start?”

“Well, what do you know about her?”

“I a lot of stuff, but nothing that would point me in the direction I need.”

“Think about it. Women tend to say little things that when you put together make a big difference.”

“Well … She said that as much as she loved New Jersey and New York, she one day wanted to be somewhere that wasn’t so crowded, but still had a lot of snow.”

“Okay. That’s something. We know that it has to be a small town or city, but still up north for the snow.”

” Hmm … Yeah. She always said how she wanted to go see the Bengals play in their own stadium, like when she was a kid.”

“Well, Samantha, do you happen to know what city the Bengals are from?” My mom had this smirk on her face that was like a light bulb should be going off in my mind.

I surged to my feet and said, “Cincinnati!”

My mom patted my hand and said, “Make sure to pack escort bursa warm, sweetheart. They just got another feet of snowfall last night.”

My mom was an avid weather watcher. I usually laughed, but I loved it at this moment.

My mom and I had that conversation over two weeks ago and I’d been in Cincinnati for a little over a week and still no Victoria. I was getting down about it again when I walked into the little coffee shop in the plaza near my hotel.

I was just going to go in and get a mocha cappuccino, when I saw her. Sitting in one of the booths with another woman, they looked happy and engaged in flirtatious conversation. I didn’t what to interrupt, but my feet carried to her again, just like the first time I saw her.

I stopped near their table and her eyes came up to meet mine. The smile she’d had on her face dropped instantly and she looked like she was seeing my ghost rather than me standing there.

“Hi, Victoria.” I said before she could say anything. I continued. “Do you think we could talk for a moment? Or maybe tonight whenever you have the time?”

She just seemed to look at me and instead of her answering me, the woman she was with spoke, “Oh my God! You’re Samantha Richards! The novelist!”

Everyone in the coffee shop turned to look at me. Before I could respond, they were all surrounding me talking at the same time. I was trying to get them calm down so I could get a answer from Victoria, but by the time I did, she and her friend were gone.

I was extremely sad and a little pissed off, but after signing a hundred or so napkins and t-shirts, I was left in peace. I walked over to the counter and talked to the barista.

“Hello.”

The young man turned to look at me and said, “Hey. You know, I should be thanking you. You just earned me about $200 bucks.”

“No thanks necessary, but I was hoping you could help me with something.”

He looked at me for a moment and then said, “Her name is Victoria Hastening. She lives over her event planning business about two blocks north. The woman she was with is her current girlfriend Jesse. If you need any directions, just ask someone on the street to direct you to Sammie’s. It’s her place and just about everyone around here knows it.”

I was shocked that he was just giving me the information and then the name of her business hit me and I asked, “I’m sorry? Her business? What’s the name?”

“Sammie’s.” He said over his shoulder as he went back to making the order for the woman standing on the other end of the counter.

I can’t believe she named her business after me. That had to mean something, right? But girlfriend … She’d moved on. Maybe I should just go home and leave her to her new life. She seemed happy. I didn’t want to cause her anymore pain than I caused her in New York. I’d came all this way and I was going to leave empty handed and leaving something behind … My heart.

I made it back to my hotel room by what I could only describe as magic as I was in a daze from the moment I walked out of that coffee shop. I called Carol to tell her what happened and that I’d be coming home in the morning. I wanted to get back to work. Since the accident, I’d put my job on hold, but now I was going to throw myself into it and make it the best distraction from my broken heart, but before I left, there was one thing I needed to do.

Around 6, I found myself standing in front of Sammie’s. Looking through the glass, I saw that Victoria appeared to be alone and busy, but I couldn’t leave without doing this.

I walked inside and the door made a little chime sound and Victoria called out, “I’m sorry, but we’re closed for the night.”

As she didn’t hear the chime again, she looked up and saw me standing there. She stood and walked over to the little counter.

“What do you want, Samantha?” Victoria asked looking into my eyes.

“You. But I’ve learned that’s no longer an option, so I just need you to hear me out.” I said as I tried to plead her with my eyes.

“Fine. Say what you have to say.”

“Damn. You know, I wasn’t expecting a warm welcome, but I was at least hoping that you’d be happy to see me.”

“I’m happy you’re alright. I was worried, but I couldn’t stay.”

“I know and I understand why you left. I’m not here to argue with you. I just want you to know that I’m glad you told me parents what I couldn’t. I’m glad you helped me see that they wouldn’t hate me. It’s actually made us closer. I’m just sorry that I had to lose you in order to gain them. I never really had you even though I wished bursa escort bayan so hard that I did, but I wont interfere with your life here. You have Jesse and I hope that you will be happy together. Just know that I still love you and even though you moved on, I’m happy for the time I got to spend with you. I’m leaving tonight so this will be the last time you see me. I wont come back and I wont bother you anymore.”

I turned to walk away when she said, “I named my business after you. Do you really think I’ve moved on?”

I looked back at her and said, “Yes. Having a part of me to remember and moving on with your life aren’t the same things. I saw you with Jesse. The ease in which you interacted with her tells me that what we almost had is gone and after you left the coffee shop today, I realized that it is for the best. I have to go now.”

Before I walked out of the store, I took the little package from my pocket and left it on the counter. I walked outside and got into the car Carol had arranged to take me to the airport. As the car drove away, I looked at the sign baring my name and the woman holding my heart.

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Six months later, I was back in Ohio at a party for the premiere of the new action flick starring Dwayne Johnson and Emily Deschanel. I was really excited because this movie was going to be the most talked about film in 2010.

I had finally decided to get back in the dating realm and Carol had the perfect person for me to take as my date. I had no idea who it was going to be, just that the woman was a close person friend of hers. Getting into the limo with Carol and her date, Michelle Bonilla. I was awe struck when I saw who was to be my date for the night, Michelle Rodriguez, the woman was my ultimate fantasy and here I was going to spend the entire night with her.

I didn’t really say much unless one of them talked to me. As happy as I was to be on a date with her, part of my mind traveled to Victoria and how happy I would’ve been if she was here with me instead. As soon as I had that thought, we were in front of the movie hall, being snapped by the paparazzi.

I helped Michelle out of the car and we walked down the red carpet.

The further we went, Michelle and I split up to answer questions separately. Halfway through all the pictures and magazine interviews, Michelle and I came back together and it was at that moment that I saw her. After months of distractions, I couldn’t run from her anymore. Victoria was a few feet away wrapped in the arms of Jesse. I never figured I’d seem them here.

As we approached the entrance to the hall, Jesse spotted me and called me over. Reluctantly, I walked towards her and Victoria with my fingers linked to Michelle’s.

I smiled at the both of them and said, “Good evening, ladies. Nice to see you two again.”

Victoria looked like she’d be sick so I figured Michelle and I should get going inside. Nodding to the both of them and taking one more picture, we disappeared through the double doors. Although my smile kept, deep down, I was dying and I didn’t know how to shake it.

Michelle noticed and said, “That was her, wasn’t it?”

I looked at her and said, “What? Who?”

“The woman with Jesse.”

“You know Jesse?”

Michelle laughed and said, “Every up and coming lesbian in this industry meets and knows Jesse. That’s old news. The woman with her though, she looked like she knew you.”

“She does. We were almost something. I was in the closet, she wasn’t. Never got the chance to explore it when everything was out in the open because she was and still is with Jesse. I told her how I felt and walked away. I hurt her more than I ever should have and I want to be happy. She is, so I stayed away.”

“Hmm … Sounds like you punked out.”

I looked at her in surprise and said, “I guess I did, but it’s done.”

“No, sweetie, it’s not because here she comes.”

We both looked over and saw Victoria walking towards me. No Jesse in sight. I was freaking out. I didn’t know what to do.

“Go & talk to her.” Michelle said and then added, “I’ll be fine. My partner just walked in anyway.”

I turned towards the entrance to see a gorgeous blonde in a suit and I had to laugh. Shaking my head, I walked over and meet Victoria. We stood there looking at each other for awhile before she said, “We need to talk.”

She started walking towards the restroom and I merely followed. Victoria made it there before I did, but when I walked in, she jumped into my arms. Our lips connected and I swear, my heart seemed to actually leap up and lodge itself in my throat. After the initial shock, I wrapped my arms around her while her hand began to move up my thigh and brush my clit. I pulled away and looked at her. This couldn’t be happening.

To be continued …

(Pre-emptive apologies to anyone fluent in Italian who winces at any mistakes I’ve made with Bellissima’s Italian dialogue; your only consolation should be that there isn’t much of it.)

(Many thanks to Lady Ru’etha, whose podcast added verisimilitude and–always–inspiration.)

*

Sarah looked up at the dress, wondering exactly how much it cost. In a boutique like this, nobody put anything as gauche as a price tag on any of the outfits. You had to ask if you wanted to know the price, and frankly, the people who came here didn’t. They just charged it. Sarah didn’t even dare touch the clothing on display, for fear of going into a lifetime of debt.

Nita had wandered off with several of the slim, exotic beauties that populated the place, saying something about “going for a fitting.” That left Sarah on her own, with nothing to do but gaze up at the dresses and imagine herself in them, like Cinderella going to the ball. Of course, it’d take a lot more than a fairy godmother to buy her a $25,000 dress.

“Perfect!” The shout from behind her practically caused Sarah to jump out of her shoes. She spun around to find a tall, elegant-looking dark-haired woman in an ocean-blue silk dress staring at her with eyes that matched it perfectly. “Absolutely, positively perfect,” she said in a rich Italian accent, her full lips seeming to caress the words as they left her lips. “You, girl.” She pointed at Sarah with a cigarette holder. “Bellissima can make you a wonder!”

Sarah looked behind her reflexively, but no, clearly the woman was talking to her. “Um,” she said. “I, I’m just…” …a scholarship girl at the Academy, an orphan who’s way too poor to afford any of this, sort of friends with one of the richest girls on campus, tagging along because Nita insisted on company, feeling even more broke and more miserable and more sorry for myself than ever, and suspecting that Nita knows that and that’s the real reason she wanted me along, but even a mean friend is better than no friend at all, which is why instead of finding a spine and leaving, I’m… “…looking. I’m here with a friend.”

Bellissima waved the comment off with another gesture of her cigarette holder, leaving a trail of contemptuous smoke behind her. “That girl? She is a cow. An ox. A maiale in seta. The only thing Bellissima can do with a body like that is cover it. But you, my dear.” She strode over to Sarah and grabbed her by the shoulders, looking her up and down appraisingly. “Those eyes, green like emeralds! That hair, so fiery red! Those hips, those breasts, those legs. Just look at your skin, my dear! You were born to wear my designs. You were born to be one of Bellissima’s beauties.”

Sarah looked down at her feet and shook her head. Blushing, hating herself, she mumbled out, “I…I can’t afford…anything here.” She looked up into Bellissima’s big blue eyes. “Sorry to, um…waste your time.”

Instead of letting her go, Bellissima planted a kiss on each of her cheeks. “Pfah!” she said. “I insist. You must wear Bellissima’s clothing, my dear, and the price of it will be simply to see you in Bellissima’s outfits.” She grabbed Sarah’s hand and practically dragged her away. “Your friend, she will be left to Bellissima’s assistants. But you, my lovely, you demand Bellissima’s personal touch.”

A few moments later, still not sure entirely how she had stumbled through the last few seconds to wind up modeling outfits for Italy’s most talented fashion designer, Sarah stood in a private fitting room. Bellissima looked her up and down again, a wide, luscious smile on her face. “Strip, my treasure,” she said. “Take those…those mass-produced rags off and let me see that beautiful body.”

“I…” Sarah gulped. “It’s not that beautiful. I’m too skinny, and too pale, and–“

Bellissima clapped her hand over Sarah’s mouth. “You have been listening to the maiale again! You are skinny like all the good models are skinny, your skin is like alabaster, you deserve nothing but the most wonderful things touching such a body. Say that with me, my dear.”

Sarah blushed. “I…um…”

“So modest! Such a pretty blush! Say it, my dear. ‘I deserve nothing but wonderful things touching my pretty body.'”

“I, um…I deserve…nothingbutwonderfulthingstouchingmyprettybody.” Sarah kept her eyes pointed straight down at the floor. Any second now, she expected Nita and the other girls from school to come bursting into the room to laugh at her.

“No no no no no! Say it like you believe it! Look me in the eyes, and say, ‘I deserve nothing but wonderful things touching my pretty body.'”

Sarah looked up. Her voice seemed to have left her as she stared Bellissima in the eyes, knowing that she’d never be able to do this.

“‘I deserve…'” Bellissima gestured. “You can say it, my dear. Just look at me, and let the words speak themselves.”

Sarah took a deep breath, anchored herself to the other woman’s eyes, and said, “I…I deserve…”

“‘Nothing but bursa escort wonderful things…'”

“Nothing but wonderful things…” Sarah was even starting to believe it.

“‘Touching my pretty body.'”

“Touching your…my…um, pretty body.”

“Very good! Now, strip for me, my pretty.”

Sarah pulled her clothes off quickly and heaped them onto the floor, putting one hand between her legs and the other across her breasts. At least things couldn’t get any more embarrassing.

Bellissima picked up the clothes in one smooth gesture, tossed them into a metal barrel, pulled out a match, struck it on the side of the barrel, and tossed it in. The whole thing took less time than Sarah could spend saying “Aih!” Which was all she really managed to get out as Bellissima set fire to her outfit.

“Worthless! Such things should never touch a body like yours! When you leave, my dear, it will be as a beauty, remade by Bellissima!” She sized Sarah up with an expert’s eye, then tsked. “My dearest girl, stop hiding yourself! Bellissima has seen many women’s bodies–you are lovelier than most, but Bellissima sees nothing new. Pull your hands away. Remember, my dear, you are a thing of beauty.”

She cupped Sarah’s chin in her palm. Sarah felt exposed and vulnerable, standing nude in front of a clothed woman who had a good six inches of height on her. Bellissima said again, in a tone both gentle and commanding, “Move your hands, my dear. Let Bellissima see that body.” Slowly, almost as though they’d come free of her brain and were acting on their own, Sarah’s hands went behind her back and clasped to each other.

Bellissima clapped once, and her gaze traveled all the way up and down Sarah’s naked body. Then she headed over to a rack of clothes, and reached in for an outfit. “Now,” she said, “the fun can begin!”

She pulled out a satin dress, emerald-green in color, tailored with a business cut. It looked like the sort of thing Sarah could wear to a job interview, if she was going for the job of ‘CEO of a Fortune 500 company.’ Bellissima pressed it up against her. “Perfect for you, my precious girl! It brings out the green in your eyes, contrasts the red in your hair. Put it on, let Bellissima drink in your beauty!”

Sarah slipped the dress on and looked at herself in the three-way mirror. She had to admit, the suit fit her well, and made her look…wealthy, luxuriant, self-assured. All the things that Nita wished she was, but couldn’t quite carry off. Bellissima stepped up behind her, and took one of Sarah’s hands in her own. “Feel that satin,” Bellissima said, running Sarah’s hand along the outfit. “Hear the way it whispers under your touch.” Bellissima ran Sarah’s hand over her hips, over her buttocks, up along her breasts (which made Sarah blush again, but the effect looked strikingly beautiful against the green fabric.) “Bellissima’s girls always look so beautiful, don’t they, my lovely girl?”

Sarah nodded, almost lost in fascination at the transformation.

“Just look at yourself, my darling, see the change in you. Bellissima has already remolded you, yes?”

Sarah nodded again, almost not even noticing that Bellissima continued to roam Sarah’s hands over her own body. “I…yes…”

“And it is good, my little one?”

“Yes…”

“And Bellissima will make it even better, my dear. Let us model another!” Bellissima shouted, startling Sarah out of her reverie. “Off with that, my dear, and we shall see another side of you!” Sarah carefully slid off the dress, returning it to the hanger. “That one is fit for business, but this one,” Bellissima pulled another outfit off the rack, “this one is fit for pleasure!”

Sarah slipped into the dress, a deep red velvet dress that made her pale skin seem even whiter against it. The skirt went all the way down to her ankles, hugging her hips and breasts in a way that seemed almost loving. “Feel the velvet, my darling!” Bellissima grabbed her hands again, running them all over the outfit, all over her body. “Feel how it caresses you, my lovely, how it holds you in its grip of passion. You cannot escape it, you cannot resist it, you must give in.” Bellissima let go of Sarah’s hands, and it took her a long moment to stop rubb–fond–touch–to pull them away from the velvet cloth. She wondered if she could call a quick break, slip away from Bellissima into a restroom and relieve a little of her tension, but Bellissima was still holding her.

She turned Sarah slightly so that the view of her changed in the mirror. “See, see the way the velvet caresses your ass!” Bellissima swatted Sarah lightly on the buttocks in an almost imperious gesture. “This is a dress that says, ‘I am a woman of passion, I am a woman with desires, I am a woman in love!'” Sarah nodded again, even as she squirmed just a little at hearing the words ‘passion’ and ‘desire’ declaimed so vehemently. Was she supposed to be feeling this excited by a game of dress-up?

“But my girl is not merely a girl escort bursa of passion and desire, are you, my pretty?” Bellissima had already pulled another outfit off the rack. “That outfit is too…timid, too modest for my girl! She needs to be wild, to be uninhibited!” She handed Sarah the new top almost before she’d finished taking the old one off. “You are more than passion, you are wanton, you are inflamed, you are aroused!” Bellissima waited for a long moment before handing Sarah the matching skirt, and Sarah wondered if it was obvious just how inflamed she was right now.

Sarah put on the outfit, turned to the mirror, and turned quickly away again. She couldn’t even look at herself in that, let alone display herself to other people. The leather dress cut low, just above the aureolae of her nipples, and it gathered her breasts together in a way that made her look at least a cup size bigger than she was. And the skirt…it stopped a few inches above her knees. Calling it a mini-skirt was almost generous.

Bellissima caught her by the shoulders. “The vision surprises you, my treasure? You did not think you could be such a sexy girl?” Bellissima laughed musically. “Perhaps Bellissima must prepare you to become the woman in the mirror, eh, my lovely? Close your eyes.” Sarah closed them almost gratefully, embarrassed by her new ‘look’. “Now, I want for you to take three deep breaths, my dear. First, inhale deeply.” Sarah breathed in, feeling the leather constrict against her bosom. “Smell the leather, my dear. Smell the scent of wildness, of flesh.” Sarah just kept inhaling, practically feeling like she was going to hyperventilate. She did notice the leather scent, strong once she was looking for it.

“Good, now exhale, feel as though you are letting out the passion you cannot contain. More passion swirls in to replace it. And inhale again…” Sarah took a deep breath, suddenly very aware of the leather, and of other scents on the air…she could smell herself, she realized with a blush of embarrassment, and she could actually feel how close Bellissima was standing, Bellissima must smell it too… “The leather fills your lungs, the leather is all around you now both inside and out, it speaks of wildness, of a girl who wants sex and is not ashamed, yes my dear?”

Sarah just nodded, almost wanting to reach between her legs, but Bellissima was right there, but Sarah was just getting so horny…”and exhale, let those blushes out, they are for another girl, not my horny little girl, no?” Sarah almost gasped in instead of out at that. Bellissima knew. But she didn’t seem to mind. Maybe they just did things differently in Italy. “Now inhale one last time, breathe in those scents of sexual passion, of pure desire…”

Bellissima spun her around again. “Now, my dear. Look! Look at yourself!” Sarah opened her eyes, and blinked once or twice in confusion as she focused on the girl in the mirror. It took her a second to even realize it was her. “You are a vision of desire, my darling. The breasts,” she clapped her hands around Sarah’s cleavage and ran them over her bosom, perhaps just to demonstrate the way the outfit enhanced her boobs, but intensifying the awkward tingling between Sarah’s thighs, “see how they would drive any mad with lust. The thighs,” she slid her hands down over Sarah’s hips, brushing them all the way down the skirt and past it, over bare flesh all the way to her feet, “the legs, they speak of passion! When you dance with this on, my pretty girl, all the men will lust for you, all the women will envy you, even many of the women will lust for you!”

Before Sarah could even let that thought penetrate fully through the fog of arousal in her brain, Bellissima said, “Oh, but I can tell my hot little girl has never thought about a woman!” She straightened back up again. “But when you look in the mirror, you see such a sexy woman, you feel so sexy…it is only natural that it is the thought of sexy women making your body so hot, yes, my dear, no?”

“I…um…” Sarah couldn’t tell which was supposed to mean which, but she did know that she was so hot and bothered she was practically panting. She just wanted to…she looked at herself in the mirror, a vision of sex, and Bellissima’s words kept echoing through her hazy, aroused mind.

Bellissima laughed and placed a hand possessively on Sarah’s hip. “You can kick up your legs and flash them your pretty panties, even!” She darted a hand quickly under Sarah’s skirt, and Sarah got a quick and shocking reminder that right now, she wasn’t wearing panties at all.

Bellissima withdrew her hand quickly, but Sarah knew she’d felt moisture down there, and she looked down at the floor again in embarrassment. She almost wanted to ask Bellissima to put her hand back there, but it wouldn’t…she wouldn’t…she wouldn’t be thinking this way if she could just orgasm once or twice, relieve this sexual tension, but Bellissima just wouldn’t stop. Instead, her eyes sparkling with amusement, she bursa escort bayan said, “Ah, but Bellissima can see that you are already thinking ahead to the night of passion! Off with the dress, my girl! Bellissima shall show you a vision of that passion!”

Sarah took off the dress, trying hard not to tremble, and Bellissima pressed another hanger to her. Sarah took it, and waited for the rest of the outfit for a moment before realizing that this was it. “Oh, but my lovely, Bellissima can sense that this is what you wish to wear! Put it on, put it on!”

Sarah slipped on the lavender silk bra and panties, and looked at herself in the mirror. Something about the expensive fabric, the cut of the clothes, the feel of the silk, made her feel actually more nude than she did when she was naked. “Sessuale, my sexy little girl, so very gorgeous. Silk is all about the feel, not just the look. You must close your eyes now, lose yourself in the feel of the silk.” Sarah closed her eyes, and just focused for a moment on the way the silk slid against her skin. “Yes, my dear, my beauty, my lovely, feel it. Lost in sensation, lost in emotion, feel the pleasure of the silk.” Sarah felt Bellissima’s hands rubbing at her breasts, causing the silk to rustle against her, and she let out a soft, involuntary moan. She wasn’t quite sure when she’d realized Bellissima was coming on to her, but when the rubbing became pinching and tweaking of her nipples, it became more than a little obvious. But it just felt so good, and Bellissima was being so nice to her, and…ohhh…

“Yes, my dear, my girl, my sexy girl, the silk rubbing over your arrapatissima pipa feels even better now, doesn’t it? You just want to melt into my hand, and let Bellissima take care of her pretty little girl, just let Bellissima take charge of you and pleasure you…” Sarah’s knees felt like rubber, the only thing that seemed worth paying attention to was the sensations in her pussy as Bellissima fondled her through the silk panties, and she gasped and whimpered as Bellissima slowly lowered her to her knees. Now it was even better, she didn’t have to focus on standing, didn’t have to focus on anything but the pleasure, and it felt so good to be rubbed and fondled. Something in her mind wanted to say that another woman wasn’t supposed to make her feel like this, but the pleasure smothered that voice, the pleasure and Bellissima’s whispers in her ear…

“That is right, my horny girl,” Bellissima whispered, “you want to feel like this, want to feel good, want to be Bellissima’s little beauty, yes…” Sarah did, but did she really? Was it really–she moaned. She didn’t know how she felt, but she knew she felt good, and it was so… “so hard to think, my horny girl…” Sarah gasped again, trembling under Bellissima’s touch. It was like Bellissima was reading her mind, reading her body, finding just the right spots to touch in both to melt her away to…to… “…a puddle of desire, that is all you are now, my needy girl, all you want to be, enfolded in Bellissima’s arms, enfolded in pleasure…”

“Open your eyes now, my horny girl, open them just a little for Bellissima, see yourself…” Sarah looked at the mirror, but barely recognized the girl she saw, a hot, sexy woman down on her knees with a glazed, unfocused look in her eyes, her mouth half-open and panting with pleasure. “See how beautiful giving yourself to Bellissima has made you, how glad you are to be my beauty, my sexy girl, my slutty girl…” Sarah grunted and whimpered, wanting to cum, feeling herself near the ragged edges of orgasm…

Bellissima pulled her hand away, leaving Sarah panting on the floor. “But my little slave needs to look her part, no?” Sarah didn’t even register the word ‘slave’. She just registered the ache in her pussy, almost insatiable now. She needed to cum so bad, but she couldn’t bring herself to just touch her cunt. Somewhere, without even realizing it, she’d given up control to Bellissima. “Strip one last time, my slut, Bellissima has the perfect outfit for you. You want to cum now, yes? All of Bellissima’s beauties wear this outfit when they need to cum.” She handed Sarah another outfit and Sarah pulled it on, desperate to please, desperate to orgasm.

The latex covered her like a second skin, so tight and form-fitting that she felt like it was making love to her all on its own. Bellissima pulled aside cunningly concealed flaps to slide her fingers easily into Sarah’s slick pussy, and as Sarah looked at herself in the mirror, she almost came just to see herself as a wanton, needy sex slave.

“You are Bellissima’s beauty, yes?”

“…yes…”

“Bellissima’s darling girl, yes?”

“Yes…”

“Bellissima’s little slut, yes?”

“Yes!”

“Bellissima’s slave, yes?”

“Yes yes yes!”

“Cum for Bellissima, my good little slut, cum hard on Bellissima’s fingers.”

Sarah moaned with pure animal lust, feeling her orgasm overtake her and knowing she wanted more. She shook and shivered against Bellissima’s body, feeling the latex against her skin, seeing herself in the mirror and gasping as the tableau in front of her made the orgasm even better. She wanted this, she knew she wanted this, she never wanted it to stop…

Well, they say that one should never stereotype, and the five lesbians who stepped out of the taxi clearly didn’t conform to anyone’s preconceived notion of what a Sapphic night out should look like, although the keen-eyed observer would have spotted that we had covered most of the bases. But, while we may have dressed differently, we were united in a shared understanding of what we aimed to achieve on the night we went through the looking glass and entered Wonderland.

Alice, in Wonderland, was continually surprised, but the Sinn detectives were in no mood for surprises. As an Australian I had grown up with cricket metaphors, and explained carefully to the American and the Canadian how appropriate they were in describing our Wonderland strategy; Pixie, bless her, nodded, but clearly knew as much about cricket as she did about men’s cocks, which is to say next to nothing.

But I am nothing if not persistent when it comes to metaphors, especially Australian sporting metaphors, and, at the risk of losing the Americans, the Canadians and the Pixieites, I will use them to shine a light on our plan of campaign.

Mel and I were to open the batting. As Miss Sinn had instructed, “Annie, you and Mel know Nic-Nak, they are the younger daughters of the legendary Russian billionaire the late Mr. Xxxx, but they need to be taken out for play tonight. I have a suspicion that they will end up being key to how we can solve this case.”

And, as was generally the case, Miss Sinn was right (almost). Mel and my key roles ended up lighting the fuse that would eventually lead to an explosion. And lest it be thought that is a melodramatic metaphor, stay with me and you will see otherwise.

Number three on the batting order was the Oscar-winning actress, the delightful Emm. That position in a cricket team is given to the most attractive player and Emm certainly fitted that bill. She had been the key to unlocking Wonderland and her mark that night was Katrina the oldest daughter of the late Mr. Xxxx.

Fortunately, Emm knew Katrina and was fully au-fait, and indeed overexcited, by her proclivities, a case of super-sub appreciating super-domme, I guess. Miss Sinn had, however, rightly cautioned us, “Remember Emm doesn’t know what we are trying to achieve in Wonderland, so whatever we do we must not put her in danger.”

And again, as was generally the case, Miss Sinn was right. Emm would ensure that her seduction by Katrina would be like a hot knife sliding through butter. But we would need more than seduction, as it turned out, we would need to work Wonderland to our advantage. And Katrina, rather than Emm, would have to submit for that to happen, and even then, we would need a stroke of good fortune.

As any cricket fan knows, number four on the batting order can be the most important position and so it turned out for the Sinn team. Fortunately, our most experienced player, the revered Miss Sinn, occupied that position. But her mark, the second sister Katherine, was the most enigmatic of the four sisters. We knew from Emm that she was reputedly somewhat submissive, but beyond that Miss Sinn would be feeling her way. Feeling her way was, fortunately, something Miss Sinn had considerable experience in doing around women.

While it was still well in the future, when we looked back on this case, there would be one crucial moment on which success or failure depended. And success occurred because Miss Sinn succeeded in doing to Katherine what no other woman had done before.

Next in our batting order was the petite player Pixie. She may not have had a mark, but with that freedom came responsibility. As Miss Sinn pointed out, “Pixie, we need to know whether these bitches nicked the National Gallery painting and if so where it actually is. I know Annie thinks it might be in Wonderland but that isn’t good enough. Exact location Pixie.”

“And,” Miss Sinn continued, addressing all her detectives, “No matter where the painting is we need to be able to get to it, get hold of it, get out with it, and preferably not raise suspicions.”

Pixie looked at Miss Sinn like she was the Mad Hatter. “I think that is a tall order,” she commented, adding in full Mini-Mary Poppins mode, “that you will find that a spoonful of sugar will help the medicine go down, in the most delightful way.”

Miss Sinn looked at her quizzically.

“Well, Pixie, I hope if it comes to going down, you’ll do it in your usual obedient way.”

Pixie blushed. To save her further embarrassment we responded to Miss Sinn’s rousing chorus that we all needed to work as a team.

“Yes, Miss Sinn,” we all chorused, aware that if we failed to work together, Wonderland would defeat us.

As for the sixth member of the team, my instincts are not to mention him. After all his name, Bruno, suggests he doesn’t bat for our side. And Miss Sinn hadn’t actually set out what his role actually was. But I live with Mel, who is certainly capable of removing conjugal privileges for any apparent under-appreciation of the one she has slept with many more times than Pixie and I.

So, like it or not (and bursa escort you will have gathered my view), Bruno was on the team. And it turned out that he was actually ‘armed’ for the evening.

Now every Australian has been born knowing that a cricket team comprises eleven players and as such using cricket as an analogy for the Sinn detective agency falls short by five players.

And that is both right in theory and wrong in this particular case. For there actually were eleven on our team playing in this game. But not even Miss Sinn knew about the other five who were practicing the game of Sinn. Their role would become clear after we were clear about Wonderland.

But all that was ahead of us as we stepped out of the taxi and entered Wonderland.

It was Emm who pressed the buzzer.

The maid who answered was the very image of a sexy maid, short skirt, stockings, suspenders, and frilly panties. I could see Miss Sinn licking her lips.

“The Sinn party for Miss Katrina and Miss Katherine,” Emm declared.

That parted the Red Sea, and we were in.

The security arrangements would not have disgraced the Bank of England.

We had to pass through the sort of detectors they use at airports, which revealed that Emm was wearing a butt plug, Miss Sinn suspenders which set the machine off, and Bruno had enough metal in him to keep the detector beeping for a few minutes. Mel blushed and explained that she kept he vibrators there and had forgotten to remove them. My nipple rings also set the detectors off, which led to a delightful frisking by a very sexy security guard whose tits looked like they had a life of their own. Miss Sinn’s offer to help was rejected. Only little Pixie got away scot-free, which puzzled me, until she told me later that she had removed her butt-plug.

Nic was first on the scene and seeing my outfit she gushed, telling me how sexy I looked, and we swapped notes on fashion designers and shoe shops. It turned out that I was right, she knew Oli, the sexy Selfridges spy girl, and we exchanged anecdotes about her sexual insatiability.

“Darling,’ she said to me, I do hope this means that your little friend can spend time with Nak, and their fucking teddy bears can butt out of our lives. By the way, who is that gorgeous woman with Emm?”

I introduced her to the team. She took one look at Miss Sinn, who was positively licking her lips, and gave her a huge hug.

“Oh, but my sister Kit will love you. And if she is too stupid to do that, I will. You, me and Annie here, we could fuck the night away.”

“Suits me,” said Miss Sinn with admirable brevity.

“But I forget myself, do come through, tea is served in the antechamber.”

So, with no further ado, we were ushered through to a room decorated with pictures of the Mad Hatter and his tea party. Nak was easily identified. Sucking her dummy, she brightened up at the sight of Mel and Bruno and insisted that her teddy, Ivan, gave Bruno a big hug, while she did the same with Mel.

The look on Nic’s face was priceless.

Katrina, a striking buxom faux-blonde with tits to match and a dress tight enough to match Emm’s, squealed her delight at seeing Emm.

“My darling,” she said breathily, I am so pleased you have brought your, how do you English say, chum here, it seems to me we have a perfect match.”

I made the introductions. Miss Sinn and Kit, Katherine, eyed each other warily.

I could see that the sisters were intrigued, but could not see quite how we were to manage the next stage. That was where little Pixie piped up.

“Now, girls,” she said to Mel and Nak, “I think Nanny should take you to the nursery for a special tea, while the big girls get to know each other properly.”

Nic, Kit and Kat all looked relieved. Kat issued instructions to the maid to take the tea things next door for “the children”.

Pixie, in full Mini-Mary Poppins mode led them through, winking to me as they went.

Before outlining what transpired as the A team got down to work, I will let Pixie describe what happened in the Nursery as, contrary to my expectations, that turned out to be critical.

oooo 0000 oooo

I left the big girls to their machinations. I was sure that they would have fun, but knowing how adults talk around those they consider children, I suspected that we should find that Nak knew more than Miss Annie thought.

It was so delightful to see the way Nak and Mel gelled. Their teddies, of course, provided the bridge across which they met. Nak loved Mel’s uniform, and Mel was just so sweet with Nak, who was dressed in full Alice in Wonderland mode, complete with delightful white socks. I complimented her on her pretty blue dress and white apron, and served them both tea in little cups with spouts, and cut their cake into small slices.

“There, little ones, Nanny will take care of you both.”

Mel played up beautifully, which encouraged Nak to do the same.

We made sure that Ivan and Bruno had their food, and Mel was suitably stern with Ivan who, unlike Bruno, seemed not to appreciate the bursa escort bayan cupcakes on offer; it had to be admitted that Bruno needed a good dry clean later, but it was worth it.

‘Mel, darling, why don’t you share with little Nak what Bruno has in his tummy?”

“Oooh, Nanny,” Nak gasped, “what does he have in his tummy?”

“Show her Mel.”

Mel unzipped him and showed Nak the two vibrators.

“Oooh, what they?” Nak enquired, as though she’d never seen such a thing.

“Show her, Mel,” I said encouragingly.

Mel giggled.

“Well, Nak, if you open your little legs, I can show you.”

Nak giggled, but parted her legs; she knew, of course, what Mel had.

Mel knelt, turning on the vibrator, applying it to her crotch. Nak giggled, and then began to sigh as the vibrations had their effect.

“Now, girls,” I said in my best nanny voice, “I think we really ought to share, don’t you? Good girls share.”

“Yes Nanny Pix,” said Mel, which got Nak to say the same thing. She was clearly into aping what Mel said, a not uncommon trait of “littles.”

“Littles” are among the most misunderstood people in any sexual community. They are not pedophiles, but rather adults who seek comfort in regressing to a child-like state, and take their adult sexuality with them. They are not interested in sex with children, they are interested in acting like a child emotionally because that is where they feel comfortable; but their sexuality is adult and to be practised with other adults. Nak and Mel may have been dressed as younger people, but their needs were those of adult lesbians. My job was to facilitate their fulfilment.

“Bruno has a secret room at home, doesn’t he Mel?” I thought I’d pique Nak’s interest and competitive spirit.

“Yes, he does, Nanny Pixie, and he has secret stuff there as well as in his tummy.”

“Well,” ventured Nak, “Ivan has one too, so there!” She pulled a tongue at Mel, who reciprocated.

“Well, Bruno has secret paintings in his, so yah boo sucks to you!”

“Me and Ivan has such a secret painting we can’t even tells you we has it,” she giggled.

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“Ah,” I said, “well Mel, it seems that Nak and Ivan win this game, so give her a rub under her panties. Pull them aside darling Nak.”

“Yes Nanny Pixie,” Nat giggled, as Mel turned up the force of the vibrator.

So, we had established that there was a secret room, and that it had a painting, it was not, I felt, too great a leap of logic to say we had found the general location of the painting.

I texted Annie:

“It is here, there is a secret room, will find out more.”

oooo 0000 oooo

I got Pixie’s text at a good moment.

Nic was caressing my stockings as I was stroking her hair, and we were exchanging sweet nothings about shoe seller we knew. I told her we were fine, that the “kids” were with “Nanny”.

“Brilliant idea my darling Annie, Nak can be so needy. That cute Nanny, she looks younger than they are, you sure she is up to it?”

I assured Nic that Pixie was up to most things. She went higher, reaching my thighs and began to stroke them, just above my stocking tops.

This was positively vanilla compared to what Kat was doing with Emm, or rather to her. Emm was already down to her stockings and suspenders, her arse raised high to show the pink head of the butt plug, and she was being whipped soundly.

I looked over to Miss Sinn and Kit. If our information was right, it was Kit who was the key to the location of the painting. The two of them were fencing, sizing each other up. As Nic began to tug on my cunt lips, having pulled my panties to one side, I just about had enough composure to eavesdrop.

“Miss Sinn, I am not a submissive lady, so it would be a waste of time to think you can subdue me.”

“In which case, we can watch your sisters playing with my friends and lovers, and your asshole can miss out on the delights of Sinn.”

Kit looked interested.

“I love having my ass licked, so you do that do you?”

‘Does the fucking duck quack?” Angie was on her knees, and persuaded Kit to turn over and bend.

At this point, with Kat’s lips firmly grasping my clit, my attention wandered, but as the CCTV showed later, Angie did a wonderful number on Kit’s arse. Starting down at her dripping cunt, she licked upwards until the tips of her tongue rimmed Kit’s arsehole. The more Angie pushed her tongue into it, the more Kit gasped.

The noise was drowned by Emm screaming:

“I am a deviant whore, beat me, beat me Miss.”

Kat laid into her with a vengeance, and even in the black and white video, you could see Emm’s arse turning bright red.

You could also see Kat’s head under my skirt and her hands on my tits, which she was mauling with enthusiasm; for some reason, Pixie seems to have that part on permanent loop on her phone.

But it was Miss Sinn’s performance rather than Emm’s which brought up our century as a team, if, as it was in my view, the century was getting bursa merkez escort to the goal we wanted.

With Kit groaning with pleasure as Miss Sinn’s tongue fucked her arse, Angie then thrust three fingers up her needy cunt. Waiting until Kit was on the edge, she stopped, leaving the Russian girl moaning.

“You sound like a needy little bitch to me, Kit. I think you may be a slut. Are you?”

Kit was so needy she nodded.

“Right, let me blindfold you and bind you.”

Kit nodded.

This allowed Angie to put on the blindfold which captured a retinal scan, and gloves which captured her fingerprints. These were sent to Pixie in case she needed them. Angie then fucked Kit senseless, the bound and blindfolded Russian capitulating as much as Emm did. I had to hope that Pixie could do the deed. We were keeping the main Russian batting order pinned down, everything now depended on the tail-enders, so to speak.

ooo 0000 ooo

Miss Sinn’s scans were perfect, and well-timed.

Nak had had her first orgasm, and was gripping Ivan as Mel soothed her.

“My darlings, now you have had your tea, perhaps we could find a nice room to play in more privately?”

Nak sucked her thumb. She was still coming down from Mel’s treatment of her clit.

“They haven’t got a nice room like Bruno has, Nanny Pixie,” Mel teased.

‘Have so,” pouted Nak.

“Have so not,” teased Mel. “Show me.”

‘Can’t,” pouted Nak.

“Liar, liar panties on fire,” Mel jeered.

“I am sure you do have one Nak, I am sure you could show Nanny, and no one would mind. I can come and supervise you.”

Nak’s eyes widened, and she smiled.

“You be the adult and it be your fault,” she giggled, “Kit spank your bum.”

I giggled, thinking the idea had its attractions.

Nak led us down the stairs to a room with a locked door. She had the key and showed us in.

It was an opulent room which clearly doubled as a gambling den and orgy chamber. What attracted my interest was a large locked door at the end of the room.

Nak was teasing Mel, and Mel was kissing her. Once aroused, Nak’s reaction to Mel’s tits was far from child-like. She was sucking and fondling for all she was worth. Mel slid her thigh between Nak’s, and the two of them were soon tribbing.

Armed with the scans, I went to the door. As I had expected from my knowledge of what Ekaterina, Emm’s Russian Mistress, used to guard her secrets, there were two scans, one retinal, the other fingerprints. Crossing my fingers that one set would do, I applied the phone to the scanners as Mel groaned with pleasure.

The door opened. There it was. Swiftly, I put it into my Mary Poppins carpet-bag and shut the door, looking round guiltily,

I need not have bothered, Nak was eating Mel out, which prompted the latter to switch to a classic 69 position. The erotic effect made me wet, but I had to concentrate. The problem now was how we got the painting out without it being clear we had it. That would expose Emm to reprisals.

Fortunately, it was little Nak who came up with the answer.

She and Mel orgasmed at the same time. As they basked in the afterglow, Nak giggled.

“We should do what big girls do, have cigarette after fuck.”

Mel did not smoke but I nodded to her, and she said that was a good idea.

The room had at least three smoke detectors in it. Cigarettes would set off the alarms and sprinklers, and that might help cover our retreat.

They lit up.

ooo 0000 ooo

The orgasm was so powerful I thought I heard alarms going off in my head. Fuck, that Russian bitch could lick cunt. Then as I focused, I saw lights flashing. Fuck, that orgasm had, I thought, been even better than I thought.

“Get the fuck out of here,” Miss Sinn yelled.

But even as I searched for my panties, and Emm straightened herself up, we heard an explosion as the front-door was blown off its hinges. The room was filled with a police SWAT team. Before I could find my panties, I’d been handcuffed by a pretty blonde policewoman, and saw the naked Emm being carried downstairs. Kit and Kat were expostulating with the police, and Miss Sinn was trying to find her shoes.

I was not sure it was strictly necessary for the blonde to feel my tits with such thoroughness, but my nipples were not complaining. The SWAT girls were making heavy weather of searching Emm, which I remember thinking was odd, as she was nude and her arse was striped red. Still, she, too, was not complaining, judging by the moans. Before we knew where we were, we were in the Black Maria, where the SWAT team got to work on us all.

Emm was the first to cum, as the probing of her cunt and arse set her off on a stream of orgasms which lasted most of the way back to the station. Miss Sinn seemed to be having her mouth explored by the black policewoman with the phat arse, and loving the experience. Nik, Kit and Kat were all arguing, and ended up gagged. In between feeling as though I wanted to cum, I wondered that had happened to Pixie. Had she got the painting?

Back at the Police Headquarters, we were all frisked, if that if the word for having our cunts examined with great thoroughness. I have no idea what they thought we were concealing there, but in sequence the Sinn Girls and the Russians all came at least twice. As we lay there, recovering, the door opened.

Sarah and I stayed together the whole night. What had happened when we had made love was so powerful there was no need of any more physicality of that sort. We snuggled up, cuddling, talking, laughing, liberated from the world and its cares. Her scent, her taste, the softness of her skin, and her wit and humour, lit up the night. At some point, around the hour that the short summer’s night ended, and the dawn hour broke, she asked me to marry her. I kissed her and said that with all my heart I was already hers.

We woke in each other’s arms about seven o’clock.

‘Still determined, little one?’ Sarah smiled, a look of uncertainty in her blue eyes.

‘I am yours, Sarah. I could not be anyone else’s. You have stolen my soul, and I am content, as long as I have yours in safe-keeping.’

Her eyes shone.

‘Now and forever my precious one.’

We kissed.

Not bothering to cover my nakedness, I made us both a cup of coffee and brought her a biscuit to go with it. We sat up in bed, next to each other, still breathless at our good fortune. The phone pinged. There was a message.

‘Computer, log in with xxxx’.

I rebooted the computer and typed in the name Anne had told me. The other history of last night unfolded before our eyes.

The scene began in the middle of some action which had not been caught by the camera.

Emm was stark naked. Her eyes were covered by a blindfold, and her gorgeous breasts were linked by a chain, with clamps on both nipples. The nipples looked as though they would have been hurting. A figure recognisable as Anne was using a whip on Emm’s ass. Every time it hit, Emm gasped, pushed herself back, and was beaten again for her pains. Emily, wearing nothing except a garter-belt and stockings, was yanking the chains which were attached to Emm’s nipples. The sound was not good, but you could hear Emm whimpering.

Sarah looked at me, and she held my hand.

‘That looks really kinky, baby. Are you into that too?’

I hastened to add that Emm was Emm, not me, and that this sort of thing was what she wanted. The escort bayan reason she was with Anne and Emily was precisely because this treatment was not something I could provide. In so far as I had submissive instincts, which was quite far, they amounted to wanting my lover to take me, and boss me about. Being owned, in the way Emm wanted, was not my bag at all. For one thing, I did not have Emm’s libido, and for another, I could not abide pain. The look on Emm’s face showed what she thought of pain. She was clearly having trouble holding back her orgasm.

The phone pinged again.

‘Hope you and Sarah enjoyed yourselves, we’ll see you at breakfast in 30.’

That might have been a difficult deadline had we yielded to the temptation inherent in a joint shower, to pleasure each other, but the intensity of the night’s experience still rested on us like a feeling of immense well-being.

I threw on what I’d been wearing the previous evening, eventually finding my panties underneath the bed. Sarah put on a rather fetching blue dress with matching lingerie. Hand in hand, we strolled down to breakfast.

Anne, Emily and Emm were in what was becoming their regular haunt, the small conservatory.

If I looked as though I was wearing last night’s clothes, and Sarah looked soigné and chic, Anne, as ever, looked a million dollars. She was wearing a figure hugging cream dress which showcased her boobs. Emily, who smiled when she saw Sarah and I hand in hand, was in a summer dress of electric blue. It was Emm who attracted most attention.

Emm’s long blonde hair was worn up, showing clearly that she was wearing a collar. Her dress was cut deep at the front and the back, showing generous portions of her breasts, and revealed she was not wearing a bra. Her whole demeanour had changed. There was something obviously, almost ostentatiously, submissive about her. But she also radiated a form of content with which I was unfamiliar.

As we sat to order breakfast, it was Sophie who took the initiative.

‘Pixie and I have news, ladies.’

Three sets görükle escort of eyes focused on us.

‘We are getting married!’

Anne clapped her hands, Emily joined her, and Emm broke into a broad grin

Imperiously, Anne ordered champagne and orange juice, with which to toast ‘the happy couple.’ The genuine pleasure with which the news was received filled us with joy, and to applause from elsewhere in the restaurant, we were toasted by Anne, Emily and Emm.

When we had drunk the first glass, Anne got Emm to fill them again.

‘This is to celebrate the collaring of Emm, who, as you can see, is sporting a nice diamanté collar denoting her new status as my pet. Are you happy Emm?’

No sooner had Anne spoken than Emm answered.

‘Oh yes, Mistress, your pet is very happy. I have a jewel in my anus, and Ben Wa balls in my cunt. My ass is still sore from its beating, and I am the happiest sub ever.’

It genuinely took all sorts, and we toasted Emm’s happiness with the same gusto we had brought to the more vanilla sort enjoyed by Sophie and myself.

‘I am so glad, Pixie,’ Emily chimed in, ‘I was genuinely worried about you being left on your own as Anne and I take control of Emm. It isn’t that we do not love you, too, Pixie, but there is no place for you in the training programme, though, as you saw from the movie, we do want you to share in Emm’s journey. Is that okay, Sarah?’

Leaning forward to kiss me, Sarah assured them that as long as there was no question of my being coopted into the project, it had her blessing, adding that she, too, looked forward to further news of Emm’s progress.

Emm put her hand out to touch mine.

‘Pix, you know how much I have craved this, my love. It isn’t that I don’t love my little flat-chested darling, it is simply that Mistresses Anne and Emily fulfil my every depraved fantasy. They have deliciously deviant imaginations, and will use me in all the ways of which I have dreamed.’

My heart went out to the darling girl, and I squeezed her paw.

‘I bursa elit escort know, dearest Emm, and believe me, I am so happy that you have found what you crave. Sarah and I look forward to being witnesses of your journey.’

‘Oh darling tiny tits, that is so sweet. You know how much I need you to witness to what we have so often discussed. You are a darling to be with me on this adventure.’

Throughout the conversation, Anne and Emily were patting Emm as though she was their pet, which I suppose she really was now. The look on Emm’s face made me happy. She had always said that she had been gifted with everything except the one thing she really wanted, and now, or so it seemed, she was on the way to having that.

With our champagne breakfast coming to an end, it was time to plan our day.

For Sarah and myself the choices were simple; we both had work to do. She would be on air at nine, and I needed to check where we were with the morning papers; better get cracking and see what the reviewers had said. But for Anne, Emily and Emm, a day of interest beckoned.

‘We are taking Emm back to the room, Pixie and Sophie. We have something we want to give her to release her inhibitions. She wants that, don’t you Emm?’ She said, turning to the blushing but happy Emm.

‘More than anything.’ She almost orgasmed on the spot.

I wished we could have stayed, but work called us both, Sophie was on air at nine.

Sarah and I held hands on the way to the Concert Hall. Her press people had the reviews of the performance, and to my delight, they were universally favourable. That made life with the Maestro more of a pleasure than usual. Like most creatives, he was at his happiest when basking in approval, and if he was happy, the Ensemble was happy, and so it spread through the Hall. That made my life so much easier.

In fact, so easy was life that morning, that by lunch-time it was clear that there was not much to do that afternoon, so when Sarah signed off at noon, we went back to the hotel for a bite to eat, and what we thought might be an afternoon of canoodling, if not love-making.

Out of habit, I logged onto my messages. There was a message from Emily asking me to open the attachment. I did so. The look on my face told its own story, and Sarah asked me to open it on the laptop so she could read. It was entitled: ‘Emm’s dream.

Friday morning was another perfect sunny and hot day. A few clouds dotted the sky, but a constant light breeze provided relief. As promised, Brittany knocked on Jill’s open door right when she got into the office. The alluring brunette was in a tight-fitting shirt dress with deep pink and white stripes that accented her porcelain skin, as the email invitation had encouraged employees to dress casually for the summer outing. Underneath, she wore a black push-up bra and a tiny black thong in anticipation of Jill’s planned activities. Her tan sandal wedge heels completed the look and gave her a few extra inches as well.

Jill motioned for Brittany to close the door behind her, and her slut quickly complied. Brittany was surprised to see Jill wearing glasses instead of her contacts and a denim shirt with short sleeves that showed ample cleavage, as the older blonde was almost always impeccably dressed in business attire. As she approached Jill’s desk and stood in front of it, Brittany also noticed that her mistress was in tan cargo shorts and Coach flats as opposed to her usual pencil skirt and heels.

“Good morning, Mistress.”

“Good morning, slut. Are you wearing panties?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Show me.”

Brittany bunched up her shirt dress and revealed the tiny black triangle of fabric covering her mound, already feeling a drip of arousal.

“Good, give them to me.”

The brunette slid off her black thong and handed it to Jill, who motioned for her to come around the desk. Once she came around, Jill took the discarded underwear and placed it in her drawer.

“Um…”

“Is there a problem?” Jill asked.

“I’m just nervous about flashing someone at the picnic later,” Brittany replied.

“Well, I guess you’ll just have to be careful and make sure to hold your dress down, won’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Jill stuffed a couple of fingers into her slut’s already moist slit, loving the feel of Brittany’s warm hole wrapped tightly around them.

“Ugh,” Brittany moaned, feeling Jill’s cold digits invading her snatch.

The older woman removed her hand and licked off the wetness, savoring the musky taste. “Now sit down, and we’ll go over the plan.”

Brittany sat.

“Once the buses arrive at the picnic grounds, there will be burgers and food and drinks for lunch. Around 1:30, the CEO will give a little talk, after which we’ll have a few free hours for bags, canoeing, and general mingling. I want you to find Christina around 2:00. Make sure no one else is around, and let her know that I want to see her by the canoe area. Got it?”

Brittany nodded. “Yes Mistress, but how are you going to-“

Jill cut her off. “Don’t worry about that. Just do your job, and I’ll handle the rest. Then wait outside the canoe building until I tell you to come in. Understood?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

It turned out that Jill was pretty good at snooping around. Using the login and password that Ben had provided her, she’d been able to log into Christina’s work laptop remotely. Once accessed, it had taken a few hours for her to find anything useful, but Jill finally hit the jackpot when she found Christina’s Tinder registration email. Luckily, Christina seemed to use the same password for a lot of her logins, and while Jill didn’t have access to the girl’s phone, she was able to sign into Christina’s Tinder account via the website.

At first, she was disappointed after finding out that the app didn’t allow sending photos, as her plan had hinged on getting incriminating pictures of Christina, as she had once done with Phoebe and Brittany. However, after reading through a few message threads, Jill quickly discovered something far better. Their innocent-looking intern had been whoring herself out for drugs, offering to meet up with a few matches for weed and Molly. A few quick screenshots later, and Jill was ready to recruit her new slut at the summer outing.

If my VP of Marketing job didn’t pay so well, maybe I’d have a pretty good career as a private eye, she smirked to herself.

“Good, then go get some work done. I’ll see you on the first bus at 11:00. I’ll save you a seat next to me.”

A couple of hours passed, and Brittany went to the bathroom to pee around 10:45, making sure to clean herself up well after having been chastised a couple of times early on by her mistress. She made her way downstairs and climbed aboard the first bus as instructed. Brittany walked down the aisle until she spotted Jill all the way in the back row. The last row of seats across from them was unoccupied, as a bunch of folding chairs and other supplies were stacked on top of the seat.

It was loud on the bus with everyone talking and laughing, excited to get out of work early on a Friday. Already, all the employees aboard were getting rowdy with drinks in hand. As the bus pulled out and began the drive to the campgrounds just outside the city, Jill reviewed the plan with her slut. “Do you remember what you’re supposed to do?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“I bursa escort bayan can’t hear you,” Jill said. Their coworkers were now talking loudly as the alcohol began taking effect.

“YES, MISTRESS. Find Christina alone around two o’clock and get her to meet you by the canoe area.”

“Good,” Jill smiled. “Let’s have some fun then. After all, it’s almost the weekend.”

As she finished speaking, the blonde slid her hand up Brittany’s thigh, eliciting a lustful sigh from the brunette. Jill continued going up under her pink dress until her hand cupped her slut’s smooth mound, feeling the heat from her crotch. Slowly, she inserted one, two, and then three fingers inside her wet slit. Brittany let out a moan, but it didn’t matter, as it was so loud on the bus.

Jill began finger fucking her slut in earnest, thrusting her fingers in and out of her cunt. The vibrations from the bus going over potholes and speed bumps only served to intensify Brittany’s arousal, sending a constant buzz of sensations throughout her pussy.

Brittany grabbed the window with her right hand to brace herself, trapping Jill’s hand between her pale thighs. Her eyes were half-closed in lust, and the feeling of Jill’s supple, skilled fingers working their way in and out of her cunt felt sensational.

Suddenly, she felt Jill remove her fingers altogether, prompting Brittany to open her eyes. Jill had spotted one of their older coworkers, Pat, walking down the aisle of the bus toward them. By the way he was walking and the slight blush on his cheeks, Jill could tell that he was already buzzed. Brittany quickly adjusted her dress and closed her legs together.

“Hey Jill,” he grinned at her.

She smiled back. “Hi Pat.”

“And hey uh…Brittany.”

“Hi Pat.” Brittany forced out a smile, her cheeks flushed both from arousal and embarrassment at the thought of almost being caught. She could feel some of her juices leaking down her taint and onto the seat between her shut legs.

“Mind if I join you pretty ladies back here? Hoggin’ all the booze to yourselves, eh?” the balding man attempted to flirt.

“Sorry, no booze back here,” Jill gestured to the seat across the aisle. “Just stuff for grilling.”

Pat looked crestfallen.

Before he had time to reinitiate his drunken advances, Jill said, “I think Jake brought a case and has a few more beers up front.”

He looked divided for a moment, but his quest for another beer eventually won over. “Thanks Jill,” he said before turning around and walking back toward the front of the bus.

After a few seconds, once Jill was sure that Pat wasn’t coming back, she turned her attention back to Brittany. She moved her hand down to the brunette’s crotch, and Brittany spread her legs apart to allow Jill access. The blonde began toying at Brittany’s engorged clit with her middle finger. She rubbed at the hard nub in slow circles, driving Brittany crazy. As Jill began gradually increasing her pace and pressure, Brittany’s breath grew short as the pleasure mounted.

Brittany was no longer concerned with getting caught, as she now spread her legs wide open and thrust her exposed, shaved mound up against Jill’s hand. One leg was pushed up against Jill’s thigh, and the other was pressed tightly against the wall of the bus under the window. Luckily, Jill kept her head straight ahead, staying alert for any more would-be intrusions. Everyone was socializing and drinking, having a great time and oblivious to the debauchery happening in the back row.

Jill started rubbing at Brittany’s clit even more quickly now, her fingers flying. Little gasps escaped from Brittany’s lips, but the roar of the bus and the loud conversations all around masked them.

“Ayee!” The bus hit a speed bump, and Brittany yelped shrilly as the vibration shot through her pussy in sync with Jill’s rubbing.

Brittany squeezed her legs together as her climax continued to build, sweat dripping down her forehead. “M-Mistress, may I cum?”

Jill was feeling generous today, and the thought of soon adding another slut pleased her.

“Yes, go ahead my little slut. Enjoy your afternoon off. You can cum as much as you want today, no need to ask for the rest of the day.”

She continued her assault on Brittany’s clit. The entire mound as well as the inside of Brittany’s thighs were now wet, Jill’s fingers having spread the brunette’s juices all over. Jill applied more pressure, rubbing hard at Brittany’s nub in a constant attack. The tall brunette felt her orgasm building, her clit on fire and throbbing for release.

The bus sped up, rolling through a green light and driving over a big pothole. The resulting jolt of the seat up against Brittany’s crotch was too much for her to handle. The shock waves from the bump along with Jill’s furious rubbing led to an intense climax.

“Unghhh!” Brittany moaned.

Tremors raced throughout her entire body. Her back arched against the back of the bus seat as Jill kept rubbing at bursa bayan escort her now very sensitive clit. Her toes curled against the soles of her shoes, and for a moment Jill was concerned that someone would hear her even over the clamor on the bus.

Finally, after a few more seconds, Brittany’s body relaxed. Her head lay limp on the back of the seat as she recovered, her chest heaving from exertion. Jill smoothed over Brittany dress and then sucked her fingers clean of the juices that had gathered, savoring the salty yet sweet taste of her slut’s pussy nectar.

* * *

It wasn’t a long bus ride to the picnic grounds next to the river. Once they arrived and disembarked, Jill socialized with a few of the other execs. She had a couple of wine coolers and ate a hot dog, noticing both Carl, the CEO, and Pat, the VP from the bus, unabashedly watching as she slid the hot dog into her mouth. Brittany likewise chatted with some of the coworkers from her group as they grilled and ate, talking about some office gossip and the upcoming baseball game outing.

Eventually, it came time for Carl to address the gathered employees. He was a likable guy and threw out a few jokes here and there in between the usual talk of teamwork and how great of a job everyone was doing.

Jill spotted Christina among the crowd, barely listening to Carl’s speech as she stared down at her phone texting away. Christina was a petite blonde and wore a white blouse over a black tank top. Both shirts were short enough that they exposed a sliver of her midriff and tiny waist. Her skin was pale but definitely tanner than Brittany’s. She had on tiny jean shorts that showed a bit of the underside of her ass cheeks and some white sneakers. Overall, she was dressed on the sluttier side of casual for a company outing, and Jill couldn’t wait to find out how her pussy tasted.

Carl began wrapping up, and Jill grabbed her bag of special supplies and walked toward the canoe rental area. Now all she had to do was wait.

As instructed, Brittany waited patiently while Christina chatted with a couple of the other interns. Eventually, Christina broke away and went to the bathroom. When Christina stepped outside into the bright sun, Brittany made her approach.

“Hey Christina!”

“Oh, hi Brittany,” Christina smiled.

“Do you have a minute? Jill wanted to see you real quick.”

“Oh…um okay.” Christina’s thoughts raced. She was supposed to have submitted a presentation she was working on for Jill a couple of days ago, but she’d been too hung over to work on it, having gone out with her friends on multiple nights this past week. Jill had been extremely nice about giving her an extension until next Tuesday, but now Christina worried that maybe Jill was angry after all.

“I think she was over by the canoe area,” Brittany offered.

“Thanks, I’ll head over there now.” Christina walked down the dirt path that led toward the riverbank and canoe area. Before she made it down to the main canoe rental building, she spotted Jill waving to her off to the side of the path next to one of the smaller equipment shacks. Christina waved back and headed toward her.

“Hey Jill,” Christina said when she approached her. “Brittany said you were looking for me?”

“Yeah, just wanted to talk to you about something real quick,” Jill said sweetly. “Let’s step inside for a second.”

“Um…okay.”

Christina thought it was strange to be meeting out here, but she stepped into the equipment shack. It was semi-dark in there, as rows of shelves with bright orange life vests blocked much of the light from only two overhead lights. Two large benches in the middle of the shelves provided seating areas during peak season. But for today’s private event, this building wasn’t need and was closed down. Jill closed the door behind them to make sure no one disturbed them.

“By the way, I’m sorry again about the delay on that presentation.” Christina tried to preempt whatever scolding that might’ve been coming.

“Are you?” Jill again said sweetly.

“Yes, really.”

“No, I don’t think you are.” Jill stated coldly. Her tone had completely changed, and it scared Christina a little.

“I-” Christina started to talk.

“Shut up, slut.”

Christina stopped speaking, her mouth still half-open in shock at what Jill had just said.

“I know you were out at the clubs late all week and coming in hungover. You’re not sorry. You’re a little slut, and you’re not going to get a job offer after you graduate if you keep this up.”

At a loss for words, Christina didn’t know how to reply.

“Do you really think I’m going to give a good recommendation for any recruiters that call me next year when you start applying for jobs? I’m going to tell him the truth, that you’re a lazy little slut who goes out with her friends and doesn’t get anything done at work.”

“I’m…I’m not a slut,” Christina retorted.

“Oh no?” Jill smiled and upped the bursa merkez escort ante. “Then how do explain whoring yourself out to guys on Tinder for drugs?”

Christina’s mouth dropped open in stunned silence.

Jill mocked and recited one of the messages she’d seen on Christina’s Tinder chats in a high pitched voice: “Hey Chad, I’m going to a festival next month and would love a few hits of Molly. I’ll let you fuck my tight little ass if you can hook us up.”

“H-how do you know about that?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Jill said coldly. “Forget about finding a job. Didn’t you get this intern position because your dad is one of the finance managers? Ted, right? How do you think he’d feel about this when I tell him his little daughter is a slut offering to fuck guys for drugs?”

“No! Please! Don’t tell anyone, especially not my dad.”

“Alright, I won’t.”

“R-really?” Christina asked, her lip trembling.

“Really, I won’t.” Jill smirked and knew she had her now. “As long as you do what I say.”

“What? What do you mean?”

“Take off your shirt,” Jill commanded.

“W-what?”

“Do as you’re told,” Jill hissed. “I am your mistress now, do you understand? I own you, you little slut. You’re mine.”

“W-what?” Christina repeated, still in disbelief at what was happening.

“You will respond with ‘Yes, Mistress’ or ‘Yes, Jill’ when I speak to you. Got it?”

“Y-yes, Mistress.”

Jill liked the sound of Christina’s sweet, innocent little voice saying those words. “Good. Now take off your shirt.”

The petite blonde hesitated, unsure of what to do. Her fingers reached up to the top button and then stopped. She felt light-headed.

“I’m not going to ask you again.” Jill spoke calmly. “Do it now or I’ll go find your dad and have a little chat with him.”

“Yes, Jill.” Resigned to her fate, Christina began unbuttoning her blouse. Once finished, she slid her white shirt off and held it against her side.

“Now the tank top,” Jill ordered her.

Christina whimpered and slowly slid her black top off over her head, now holding both her shirts against her leg. She was now only in her white bra, the rest of her upper body completely exposed.

“Put those on the bench, then take off the bra too.”

The girl complied more quickly this time, which pleased Jill. Christina placed her clothes on the bench and then unclipped her bra, placing it on her growing pile of clothes. The slim figured blonde stood there awkwardly, folding her arms against her chest to cover up her little pink nipples. Jill had thought Christina had a nice chest, but she could now see that the girl was constantly in push-up bras. The petite girl had tiny tits, an A cup or at most, a B cup.

Jill laughed. “I bet you fool all the guys into thinking you have nice tits when really you look like you should still be in middle school.”

Christina sniffled as Jill struck at one of her biggest insecurities. Her ex had cheated on her freshman year of college with her D-cup roommate, and Christina had been wearing push-up bras ever since.

In a quick, smooth motion, Jill unbuttoned her denim shirt and took off her bra as well, revealing her large mammaries and big, pink areolas.

Christina stared at Jill’s huge, exposed breasts, and Jill motioned her to come over. “Come here and suck on some real tits.”

Christina walked over, and Jill grabbed her hair, guiding the younger girl’s head down toward her bosom. She positioned Christina’s head to her right breast, and almost instinctively, Christina opened her lips and began suckling at the older woman’s nipple.

“Mmm, that’s a good little slut.”

Christina could smell Jill’s perfume as she suckled at her tit. Her mind flashed back to when she’d first been initiated into her sorority. After coming home from a frat party incredibly drunk, she’d passed out on the couch in one of the common rooms only to find that one of her sorority sisters had undressed her. Christina had awoken to the older girl rubbing her hairy cunt against her semi-conscious face. She’d been too mortified to tell anyone what had happened and had tried her best to forget about it.

Jill pushed the other girl away, her nipple stiffening from the cool air inside the shack hitting her now wet areola.

“Take off the rest of your clothes,” Jill commanded.

Christina slid out of her sneakers and socks and stripped off her jean shorts, leaving her in just a small white thong. With her shoes off, she was even shorter, barely five feet tall. Jill salivated at the petite, near-naked blonde in front of her. Despite her small frame, Christina had a nice, perky ass barely covered by her white thong, and it was clear that she’d been spending time at the beach this summer with her lack of tan lines. Finally, the younger blonde slid off her thong, revealing her pink pussy, hairless except for a small landing strip on her mound.

Likewise, Jill removed her cargo shorts and panties, revealing a similar landing strip, though her cunt hair was a bit darker. She sat down on the bench and laid back, spreading her legs. Her slit was already wet in anticipation.

“Now come eat me. You’re going to make up being late on the presentation by making me cum.”

Christina’s cheeks reddened. “U-um…I-I don’t know how.”