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Byun Ae-On’s bags were already arranged in the narrow hallway–a silent testimony to her journey to Georgia State, where she’d arrived with three suitcases, an accelerated fellowship, and the quiet intensity of someone who’d already sacrificed too much for a future only she could envision. She’d left Ohio State immediately after the championship win, barely pausing to celebrate, while high street overflowed with red and white cheers. Now, away from that raucous triumph, Bao was finalizing her early placement in Georgia State’s doctoral program in behavior.

Lena pushed open the door to their new apartment, her commanding presence immediately setting the scene. Standing at an imposing 5’10”, her frame was both voluptuous and powerful, and as she surveyed the modest setup, her full, high-set bust, measuring an impressive GG 47 inches, seemed to fill the space. She took in the bare, unclaimed walls and furniture while her 33-inch waistline and 55-inch hips moved gracefully among Byun’s belongings and the relics of her past journey, now blending with her own scattered things. Already halfway through unpacking, Lena had barely managed to get a grip on her space when a call from an old friend rerouted her first day into a whirlwind of tequila shots, rather than the methodical shelf-lining one might expect. Stepping over a neatly labeled cardboard box–“clothes”–she tossed her keys onto the kitchen counter.

“Hi! You must be Lena,” came a bright voice from behind her.

Lena turned and found a delicate figure emerging from one of the bedrooms. The petite woman’s black hair was loose in a casual ponytail, and her round, almond-shaped eyes, framed by the flash of purple plastic glasses, carried a quiet determination. “I’m Byun Ae-On, but everyone calls me Bao,” she introduced, extending a helpful hand.

“Hey,” Lena replied with a half-hearted handshake, then sank onto the couch with the ease of someone accustomed to claiming spaces without ceremony. “Hope my stuff wasn’t in the way. Had to make a quick pit stop.”

“Not at all,” Bao assured her, glancing around at the living room chaos–half-unpacked boxes and a scattering of clothes. Her eyes lingered on the disarray but she chose not to comment. “So, you’re from Houston, right? What brings you all the way to Georgia State?”

Lena shrugged, kicking her legs onto the coffee table. “Needed a change of scene,” she replied, her gaze already shifting to the TV. “What about you?”

“Ohio, by way of Korea,” Bao said, a quiet pride threading through her voice. “I just started my PhD program.”

Lena gave a brief nod. “Cool,” she muttered, scrolling through her phone.

Bao paused for a moment and then offered a small, sincere smile. “Let me know if you need any help getting settled.”

Lena barely looked up. “Yeah. Sure.”

Early weeks in the apartment revealed a familiar kind of comfortable disorder. Lena made herself at home like she owned the very air–dishes remained half-rinsed, her laptop and notebooks sprawled across the coffee table like wild moss, and boots were abandoned in every corner. Bao didn’t complain; instead, she quietly adjusted, becoming the unseen caretaker of the space.

While Lena’s presence dominated the apartment in bursts of careless abandon, Bao methodically kept order where she could. She wiped crumbs off counters, returned Lena’s stray socks back to the mounting laundry pile, and restacked scattered papers. When Lena occasionally left the front door unlocked–twice, in fact–Bao took it upon herself to double-check.

Their apartment sat on the third floor of a dated walk-up where every sound–from the neighbor gaming through the night to the distant murmur of city life–seeped through thin walls. A faint aroma of incense mingled with the musty air, and the ceiling fan wobbled uncertainly as if echoing the soft instability of their new start. Lena, however, was oblivious to these imperfections. Upon entry, she always removed her shoes, flung them aside, and shed her layers like shedding burdens–stripping down to sink into the couch and exhale a long-held tension.

Outside, Lena was the polished, resolute figure on campus: tight-skirted, sharp-tongued, and relentlessly ambitious. But at home, that facade began to crumble. Some days, her hair remained in a careless bun for hours past its intended perfection; other nights, she returned home, dropping her purse mid-stride and sighing as if each breath were an arduous task. Her wardrobe shifted too–tight tanks devoid of bras and oversized shirts that slipped free from one shoulder–practical choices replacing the once meticulously curated ensembles.

Bao observed these changes with quiet concern. She noticed the soft curve of Lena’s hip beneath a stretched cotton tee, the warm glow of her golden-brown skin against the sterile coolness of tiled floors, and the way her voice deepened with weariness. There was still a magnetic quality in her, a presence that filled the room and hushed the noise, but it tokat escort was now fraying at the edges.

Despite it all, Bao found herself drawn to Lena–not in a way dictated by attraction but in that curious, involuntary way one grows toward a mystery. She started to look longer, to wait for Lena’s return, listening for the familiar jingle of keys at the door, wondering what version of herself she’d reveal next.

One Friday afternoon, as the pressure of midterms descended, Lena tossed her bag onto the couch and let out a long, exasperated sigh. “I’ve got a midterm on Friday and a paper due on Thursday. I’m gonna drown.”

Bao glanced up from her notes. “Which class is the midterm for?”

“Forensic Auditing. Professor Klein,” Lena groaned as she sank backward onto the floor. “He’s brutal.”

Bao said nothing immediately. However, the next morning Lena stepped into the kitchen to find a surprise: neatly arranged printouts, summaries, articles, and readings plucked from Klein’s syllabus lay in an organized pile on the table. A yellow highlighter, uncapped and waiting, rested beside them.

Lena stared at the unexpected gesture, then at Bao, who was calmly stirring honey into her tea as if the previous night’s chaos was already forgotten.

As the weeks passed, small rituals emerged between them. One late night, Lena had been relentlessly typing away–hair wild, her sweatshirt carelessly sliding off one shoulder–and then drifted off mid-thought. When she woke with a start, she found fresh coffee on the table, her document open and the final paragraph now complete.

“Bao?” she called softly, still enveloped in sleep’s haze.

Bao appeared in the doorway with her usual quiet assurance. “You were asleep,” she said gently. “I figured you needed the rest.”

Lena studied her for a moment, then stood and wrapped her arms around Bao in an unfiltered, tight hug. For a brief moment, Bao stiffened–but then, she let go and melted into the embrace, her eyes closed and her smile hidden against Lena’s shoulder.

In this shared, imperfect space–one stitched together from haphazard boxes and quiet, caring gestures–the two women navigated the tension between their past triumphs and current struggles. Lena, with her relentless drive and occasional vulnerability, and Bao, whose journey from a celebrated Ohio State left in the flash of red and white to a determined newcomer at Georgia State, had found solace in the unspoken understanding of each other’s sacrifices and the promise of unexpected companionship.

It was a languid Sunday afternoon when Bao emerged from the bathroom like a revelation–a vision of a soon-to-be video vixen in a fitted, barely-there tank top paired with sleek, form-hugging leggings. Her damp hair cascaded over her shoulders, a soft towel draped delicately around her neck, replacing her usual comforting sweaters. But today, Bao looked unmistakably transformed.

Lena, lounging barefoot on the couch, froze as her eyes traced Bao’s every curve. Bao’s voluptuous 42-inch bust, a generous 42 DD, rose proudly under the fabric of her top, while her cinched 30-inch waist accentuated her effortless hourglass figure. Her full thighs and sensuously curved 50-inch hips formed a landscape of soft strength and unspoken allure. Her body struck a jaw-dropping balance–voluptuous hips, a defined waist, and full breasts–all exaggerated yet proportionate to her petite stature. The cool overhead light caressed her porcelain skin, emphasizing her not-so-delicate form–more like that of a muted yet undeniably potent goddess, quietly waiting to be unleashed. Bao’s figure drew comparisons to video vixens, blending the youthful compactness of her height with dramatic, feminine contours. Every subtle movement of Bao was almost otherworldly–graceful, light-footed, and teasingly unaware of the power she held. Her thighs were thick, smooth, and toned, leading down to small, delicate feet, which often went unnoticed thanks to the overwhelming allure of her form. The gentle peaks of her nipples tentatively betrayed the outlines of her tank top, while her leggings dipped daringly to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of toned lower stomach that left Lena breathless.

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“Damn, Bao,” Lena murmured, her voice thick with unspoken admiration. “I had no idea you were hiding all that.”

Bao’s cheeks flared with a soft blush as she clutched the towel tighter, a quiet defensive laugh escaping her. “These were the only things clean,” she mumbled before whirling away toward her room, leaving Lena’s gaze to linger on the corridor of untapped beauty Bao had just unveiled.

Later that night, on her quiet trek past Bao’s slightly ajar door, Lena caught a glimpse of her. In the soft embrace of lamplight, Bao sat cross-legged on her bed, peacefully scribbling in her planner. A stray shoulder peeked seductively from under the thin strap of her tank top, an image that would haunt Lena in the most delicious way. From that yozgat escort evening on, Lena’s own routines subtly shifted: coming home became a ritual of shedding layers–tank tops without bras, sleep shorts that skimmed the hips, and on rare daring nights, even just a towel and damp hair–a mirror reflecting Bao’s earlier abandon. And every time, Lena felt both seen and seen in return.

“Midterms are over,” Lena declared with a breathy excitement. “We’re going out tonight.”

Bao hesitated. “Out… where?”

“To remind the world we exist,” Lena replied, her grin electric as she gathered an array of makeup like precious weapons. With clinical artistry, Lena transformed their modest living room into a clandestine makeover studio. As Bao sat quietly, Lena’s hands fluttered with practiced confidence–tilting Bao’s chin to perfection, smoothing foundation that highlighted her sculpted cheekbones, and dabbing a lustrous burst of color on her lips with a thumb linger that suggested both care and a sprinkle of seduction.

“There,” whispered Lena, stepping back to appreciate the metamorphosis. Bao’s reflection now bore the hints of a diva unveiled–her lashes extended into dramatic fans, her lips glistening with promise, and her cheekbones catching the light like a gentle halo. It wasn’t just makeup; it was an unveiling of layers–of potential, of desire, of a powerful femininity that had been quiet for too long.

Then came the dress–a daring deep red bodycon number that clung so intimately it might as well have been stitched directly onto her skin. The bodice celebrated her generous curves, accentuating a notably full bust that commanded attention, while the low neckline draped boldly, hinting at the soft expanse beneath. Bao gasped as she stepped into it, instinctively folding her arms over her heart as if bracing herself for this new identity Lena was so expertly molding. Her hair cascaded down in soft, glossy waves, framing her face like a halo. Around her neck was a borrowed Tiffany necklace, its diamonds catching the light with every movement. Nearby, a pair of sleek Louboutin heels awaited, a gift still nestled in their box, their elegant 4-inch stilettos promising to elevate her transformation even further.

“Don’t hide, let me see you,” Lena coaxed with a playful urgency as she stepped behind Bao, her fingers tenderly roaming over Bao’s waist and gently nudging her exposed curves into alignment. With a light, teasing squeeze and a mischievous pinch, Lena banished Bao’s hesitance. “You look like a scandal straight out of a Korean drama–the secret muse of both a dashing professor and a mysterious billionaire,” Lena teased with a sly smirk.

“I don’t feel like myself,” Bao whispered, eyes wide as she stared at her transformed reflection–an enhanced, breathtaking version of her own self.

“No,” Lena replied coolly, her tone both reassuring and irreverent. “You look like the woman the world dreams of–a goddess in all her measured, potent glory.”

Soon, Lena shifted her own look, emerging in a sleek, black silk cheongsam embroidered with silver dragons that spoke of both power and grace. The high slit along the side left little to the imagination, revealing shapely hips with barely a need for support–just raw, natural allure. As Lena finished with her lipstick, she turned to Bao in the mirror with an expectant sparkle.

“You ready?” Lena asked, presenting a single, tantalizing gummy in her palm.

“Half,” Bao replied, hesitating as her gaze danced between the gummy and her own reflection. With a teasing smile, Lena brushed the gummy against Bao’s lips. “Say ‘ahh,'” Lena urged softly. In a moment that was both playful and intimate, Bao complied–the gummy sliding between her lips, its sweetness marking the beginning of something deliciously new.

The transformation was complete. Bao stood a little taller, radiating a mix of newfound boldness and vulnerability–the perfect paradox of an empowered video vixen. Her eyes no longer sought approval; they sought adventures, guidance, and a dive into the night’s pulsating promise.

“Let’s go break hearts,” Lena murmured, offering her arm.

Without a second thought, Bao took it, and together they stepped into an urban lounge that pulsed like a living, velvet abyss. The air was thick with a rhythmic energy–a hypnotic blend of seductive music and shifting shadows that whispered of secrets and flirtations. Bao’s transformation was undeniable: her eyes danced with a mix of playful innocence and the allure of newfound freedom, her cheeks flushed with the perfumed joy of living out loud. Gone was the wallflower; in her place was a sensual enchantress, exuding the kind of magnetic energy that turned every gaze into a story.

Lena navigated the crowd like a goddess in command, her presence a gravitational force that drew admiring eyes and lingering touches from unabashed onlookers. Gentle brushes of hands over Bao’s waist, teasing fingers along zonguldak escort her thighs–each caress was part of the night’s promise of liberation and indulgence. And yet, amid flirtatious advances and bold admirers, the real celebration was the silent conversation between Bao and Lena–a communion of glances and subtle gestures that spoke of mutual joy and the thrill of discovery.

When a particularly daring admirer let his hand wander boldly along Bao’s side, his thumb teasing the curve just beneath the fabric of her dress, Bao’s eyes flicked to Lena–a silent question mingled with excitement. Lena’s slight nod gave the unspoken permission, and for a moment, the encounter was a dance of sensual exploration. The man’s hands grew bolder, venturing to trace Bao’s soft contours and, emboldened by the moment, unfastening her dress to reveal a breathtaking view of her perfect, ample breasts–her generous curves bathed in soft, admiring light.

But as the thrill of exhibitionism began to stir a dangerous charge in the air, Lena’s protective instincts swiftly bridged the gap. “That’s enough,” she said, her tone low yet commanding as she interposed herself between Bao and the lingering admirer. In that charged moment, Bao’s slight tremble was met with Lena’s gentle, restorative touch. Quietly, Lena helped Bao pull her dress back into place, zipping it up with a care that sent shivers along every nerve ending.

“Are you okay?” Lena asked, her voice a soothing counterpoint to the night’s raw intensity. Bao managed a nod, eyes speaking volumes of gratitude and the complex thrill of vulnerability.

Hand in hand and hearts aligned, Lena led Bao back into the embrace of the night. They danced as if the world had melted around them–a sea of shifting bodies, yet a space created solely for their shared rhythm. Beneath pulsating lights and the glaze of flirtatious glances, Bao relinquished herself to the joy of movement, her body swaying in perfect harmony with Lena’s guiding touch. Each spin, each gentle brush of skin, was both a celebration and an assertion of her newfound identity–a vision of feminine allure that defied the constraints of her past.

As the night deepened, sensuality wove itself into every stolen touch and shared laugh. Lena’s hands, ever so possessive yet tender, traced the lines of Bao’s curves as if memorizing every inch of her transformation. The atmosphere was electric–a heady mix of playful flirtation, liberating passion, and the seductive promise of undiscovered delights. Bao, once timid and hidden, now danced the night away with uninhibited joy, a muted goddess awakening into her full, exhilarating power.

Barefoot and breathless as they finally stumbled out of the club, the intimate glow of post-midnight confessions followed them. In a private moment in the hallway, Lena peeled off her elegant cheongsam, exchanging it for a relaxed tee and black briefs–a symbolic shedding of the night’s grand theatrics for the sweetness of dawn. Bao, still flushed with the remnants of the evening’s magic, slipped off her heels and collapsed beside Lena clad in nothing more than a simple tank and minimal underwear–a quiet testament to the night she had reclaimed as her own.

As they settled into the backseat of the Uber, the city lights flickered past like whispered secrets. Bao leaned back, catching a quick glimpse of Lena adjusting her top. A brief, unexpected peek at Lena’s bare skin made Bao question things she hadn’t considered before. But the moment was fleeting, just a glimpse, and Bao found herself smiling through it. It was as if the night had opened a door to new possibilities, and Bao was ready to embrace them, one by one.

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The room was a fucking altar of temptation, bathed in the soft glow of the forgotten playlist humming in the background. The air was thick with the scent of sugar and sweat, a heady cocktail that made Lena’s nostrils flare and her cunt throb with anticipation. Her cheongsam was a discarded puddle in the hallway, the fabric clinging to the memory of her curves as she traded it for a stretched tee that hung off one shoulder, revealing the delicate slope of her collarbone. Her black briefs hugged her ass like a second skin, the fabric riding up just enough to tease the soft swell of her cheeks. Bao, fucking goddess that she was, had stripped down to a tank top that left nothing to the imagination, her nipples hard and pressing against the thin fabric like they were begging to be touched. Her underwear was a sinful scrap of lace, barely covering the slick heat between her thighs.

They sprawled on the blanket, barefoot and breathless, their bodies soft and warm, pliant from the gummy haze that had sunk into their bones like melted honey. Lena leaned back against the couch, her legs splayed in lazy abandon, while Bao positioned herself behind her, her body curling around Lena’s like a predator stalking its prey. There was nothing innocent about the way Bao’s legs wrapped around Lena’s neck, her feet brushing against Lena’s chest with a precision that made Lena’s breath hitch. She was in a seductive triangle lock Bao’s toes were fucking artists, tracing delicate patterns over Lena’s nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt, each touch sending electric shocks straight to her clit.

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A few words from the author.

This is a fairly long story which is in several parts, probably 7. I will post these regularly over the next couple of weeks so keep checking Lit for the next part and please feel very free to leave comments or to score (highly) any or all of the parts.

So now, join me on my journey from being a faithful, though unhappy wife, to becoming a full-on lesbian. I hope you enjoy the ride.

Love,

Jayne x

I first realised that my attraction to women was more than simply friendship just after my eighteenth birthday when I was in my last year at school. It was then when my feelings towards them turned firstly, intimate and then, later sexual. Initially, they were directed towards the Sports Captain, Megan and then to Mrs. Western the English Teacher who was in her thirties.

Apart from a couple of dances and a grope with Megan at a party, nothing happened with either of them but, being a typical, horny teenager my hormones were raging and sex was always uppermost in my mind. The two of them became my masturbation fodder until I lost my virginity just after my eighteenth birthday on the back seat of a Ford Escort to a twenty-five-year-old guy who was my tennis partner.

My sexual thoughts about women increased when I went to university as I got in with a group of girls that included two declared lesbians and two others who said they were bi. The other three of us had no experience with women and had no idea really what we were as, at the time, we hadn’t heard of the sexual classification, horrible term as that is, of bi curious. I was certainly that and whilst at uni. and during the year or so I spent working in the US immediately after that I more than satisfied that curiosity.

This was the naughties and lesbianism was quite a fad at the time.. Madonna had kissed Brittany on stage, girls were ‘coming out’ everywhere, there were lessy scenes on TV and in lots of films, and it was nowhere near as frowned upon then as it had been earlier. And, of course, the example set by rock and film stars trickled down to the masses of impressionable fans such as us young, university students. It was then as good as impossible to go to a club, certainly in London, and not see girls dancing together very intimately, holding hands, cuddling and even kissing. And, of course, university students are always at the forefront of such fads and fashions. So, if clubs and society in general were accepting women being together then university life was positively embracing it, almost insisting upon it.

Of course with most of us, it wasn’t real lesbianism. Few of us cut our hair short, wore dungarees, let the hair grow in our armpits or developed penis aversions and hardly any of us became out and out man haters. No, we were sexual pioneers, free-thinkers and erotic explorers, or so we thought. We were examples of what the media termed ‘lipstick lesbians,’ basically good lookers that admired the beauty of other women and wanted to experiment.

Having said all that it was still pretty frightening admitting to it and even more so doing something about it. It wasn’t for everyone, not all girls could accept the idea. Maybe there’s some genetic thing that makes it easier and more palatable for some females than for others. If so, then I had, and have still got, that genetic thing in quite a big way.

“Thanks for the lift Jayne, would you like to come in for coffee, the rest will be there?” Melissa, my first real female lover, asked as I pulled up outside the large house that six of the economics group she was in rented. I had given her, one of the self-admitted lesbians in our group, a lift home from a uni function in the centre of town. I half turned and looked at her and said, “No, I’ll give that a miss if that’s ok.”

“Yes of course it is love,” she said softly holding my gaze but making no move to get out of my MINI and we just sat there for a moment or two, very close but separated by a mutual fear as I later learned. A fear that was partly of being rejected and partly, I think, in a strange way, of being accepted. But in retrospect I could see that something had to happen, something had to give, something had to change, something had to make us share our feelings.

“Mel,” I said turning and looking at her as at precisely the same time she looked at me.

“Jay.”

We laughed, “Go ahead,” I said as she, again at the same time, said.

“After you.”

I could hear the nervousness in her voice and see the apprehension in her eyes, even though it was dark in the MINI. We looked at each other for a moment or two until she said, in almost a whisper.

“Are you feeling the same things as I am Jayne?”

The look on her face as she said that was so caring and intense that my heart went out to her. Instead of responding with a rather smart-arse remark such as, ‘How would I know?’ I replied, in a voice that was croaky with emotion.

“Yes Mel, I think I probably am.”

“Oh God Jay,” were the wonderfully confirming last words I heard before ordu escort we were in each other’s arms her lips on mine stopping any further talking. It was simply the most exciting, arousing, succulent and enjoyable kiss I’d ever had. It was long and tender, long and passionate, long and enquiring and long and inviting. It was a kiss of relief that we’d found each other and one of demand that we wanted more. It was asking and accepting and giving and taking at same time. It was everything a kiss should be and everything that I’d imagined it would be as I’d lain so many nights now, masturbating over exactly what I was now doing, kissing another woman.

Our arms went around each other and our hands, as if on autopilot, found the other’s breasts. More tentatively and without the frantic grasping that most men tend to do. No words were exchanged, we didn’t ask permission or give approval as there was no need. We both knew instinctively it was what our bodies wanted and our minds demanded, it was perfectly natural, the logical extension of the kiss and probably the most sexually exciting thing that had ever happened to me.

Somehow a couple of buttons on her blouse had come undone and my hands were on her bra and the bare flesh above it while hers were inside my sweater.

“Not here Jay, not here, it’s too public,” Mel broke our kiss long enough to whisper.

“Where then? Where can we go?” I asked knowing it wasn’t in her house or my flat that I shared with two others.

“Just drive Jayne, take us somewhere quiet, where there’s no one around.”

I almost smiled as I drove into the country her hand stroking my neck, for once again I realised, I was going to make love in a car and maybe lose my bisexual virginity just as I had my hetero one.

And make love we did. Wondrous, magical, exhilarating and tantalisingly stimulating love that was so different, so gentle, so exciting and so much more satisfying than anything I’d had with the five men I had so far had full sex with. It was soft and slow and tender, but it wasn’t complete love, it couldn’t be, we didn’t have the time or the space on the back seat of a MINI for that.

But we did have the time to let the other bare our breasts, to stroke and caress them, to squeeze and pinch them and to kiss and lick them. We had the time and the space and the will and the desire to make each other cum by stimulating our breasts.

It was on the back seat of my MINI that I think I fell in love, well at least in lust, for Melissa. It was not just what she did to me that caused that but also her reactions to me and my oral attention to her that was fantastic and so horny. The groans and moans, the long sighs and deep grunts, the tight gripping of her hands on me and the straining of her body, all combined to thrill me so much. As I made love to her breasts I didn’t know just what it was that was giving me the greatest sexual pleasure, the feel, taste and look of them or the wonderful way she responded and what she did to me. But did I care? No, not one bit. I just accepted, enjoyed and loved every second of the pleasure and extreme sexual stimulation I was gaining. It wasn’t by any means one way, for Melissa was pretty much mirroring what I was doing to her breasts by doing the same to mine. And also it wasn’t just me gaining the fantastic pleasures and stimulation for she was moaning and groaning as she had sex with my equally sensitive nipples and B/C cup boobs.

We made each other cum twice like that. But we didn’t go any further. I wanted to touch her between her legs but as she made no move to touch me there and I was too shy to start that, maybe she felt the same, I thought.

As she opened the door to the MINI an hour or so later outside her house she held my face in her hands and we kissed each other very tenderly on the lips as she whispered, “I want you so very, very much Jay.”

“Oh yes, yes Mel,” was the only sort of rather inept reply I could conjure up.

As she got out of the car and bent down and looked through the window, she whispered “I’ll call you first thing.”

My ‘thing’ with Mel had begun just before the end of my first year, her second. We were at the drama club’s end of term party which was quite a big do held off campus at a restaurant cum bar in the centre of town. We were having drinks prior to dinner and she came up to me. She was looking particularly lovely that evening for, in keeping with tradition, we had all dressed up for the occasion. She was wearing a black, probably silk dress that was quite low at the front. The front of the dress wrapped around her between her boobs and was tied at the waist giving the distinct impression that if that was undone everything would fall out. The skirt was tight and impressively, but at the time, somewhat unfashionably short with the hem about eight inches down from her panties which made it about ten inches up from her knees. The whole garment clung to her like a second skin accentuating every inch of her slender, stunning body.

I osmaniye escort was wearing a white dress. It was high at the front but the back plunged down to beneath my waist, almost showing the start of the crease of my bum I’d noticed when I’d done a quick twirl just before leaving the flat. It was just above the knee in length, but the ultra-tight, pencil skirt was slashed up the side almost to panty level so that I was flashing almost all of my leg which was bare. I’d put my longish, blonde hair up leaving a few tresses tumbling down by my ears and neck. I thought I looked pretty good.

“Wow you look marvellous,” I said to Melissa, my eyes automatically being drawn to the bare flesh above the top and beneath the hem of her dress.

“Well I thought I should give the old tits and legs an outing, they don’t get out and about that much,” she smiled leaning forward giving me an even better view of her chest and her rather small but beautifully shaped boobs. She gave me a peck on the cheek as she whispered, “And you look absolutely fantastic,” As she straightened up glancing at my chest and then looking behind me she said quietly, “Forget anything did we by any chance?” I laughed at her obvious references to my lack of a bra, and the lowness of the back of my dress, suggesting a lack of panties as she went on staring at my chest, “And yes I guess it is a little chilly in here,” as she stared at the clear indentations of my nipples.

“No, I’m wearing panties,” I smiled back, admitting the lack of bra. and feeling embarrassed but excited at what were her quite obvious pick-up lines.

We sat together at dinner and after we were in the same group standing around the bar drinking. Several of us danced in a circle and then broke into couples when a slower number came on. I danced with a nerd guy studying maths and then somehow Mel and I were dancing together, as indeed were several other girls.

The music was very loud so conversation was as good as impossible. But we didn’t need that. From the way she looked at me, the closeness of where she stood and the frequent unnecessary, but exciting touches I was pretty sure she was feeling the same as I was. The booze, our dancing, the conversations we’d had with the rest of the group about sex and sexuality over the past few months almost guaranteed that. Guaranteed that both of us would be feeling those tremors in our breasts and tummies, those slight shudders running throughout our bodies, the extra warmth and the tingling that indicates arousal. Where I had held her around her waist as we’d danced she’d felt taught, like a coiled-up spring waiting to be released. As I looked into her eyes they were sparkling and staring back at me with a look of want and desire and, I realised with somewhat of a start, a hint of availability.

I wanted her to do something, say something that confirmed what I was hoping and thinking. I wanted to kiss her, hold myself tight against her and I wanted to see and stroke her body. At the same time I was nervous, apprehensive and scared, I suppose. Sure I was full of bravado, yes I kidded myself on how adventurous I was and for certain I gave the impression of being very experienced and up for anything. But really I was still a kid. I wasn’t that experienced in sex at all, let alone with women where there’d only been a couple of isolated experiences at school and a few in London clubs.

But she didn’t do anything other than ogle me. I guess she was as unsure as me, after all trying to pull one of your close friends is a risky business isn’t it? Especially a close friend in a community such as a university and particularly in such a public setting. So, in the end nothing happened. Nothing that is other than us walking off the dance floor holding hands and staring deeply into the other’s eyes when we got to the uni. coach and let go of each other. Her hand in mine, though, was one of the most erotic things I’d ever experienced. The feel of her skin on mine, the slight, almost impossible to discern, caress of her fingertips on the back of my hand and the gentle squeezing from both of us was, quite frankly, as exciting as having a man’s hands on my breasts, in fact the reaction in my body and mind was similar to that.

As I undressed and got ready for bed I knew sleep would be difficult. I was full of pent-up sexual excitement and my mind was whirring with wonderful thoughts about Mel. Inevitably there was only one solution to that. The masturbation I had lying naked on my front went some way to overcoming the sexual arousal and helped me get to sleep but it reared its head again in the morning where once more Mel made the most delicious love to me in my mind.

A few evenings later we were at a presentation by a recruitment company an off campus hotel. I had no idea she was going to be there but was pleased to see her and as I was driving and she’d come by bus, I offered her a lift home. It was as she got out of my car after that lift that she spoke those words that sinop escort will be etched firmly in my mind for ever of, “I want to make full and complete love to you, very, very soon, I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”

Smiling, I went to bed happy and thrilled with what had happened and with those arousing words ringing around in my mind. Again I couldn’t sleep as I was so excited about her promised phone call. Of course I masturbated imagining that it was Mel’s hands, mouth and tongue that were doing the things to me that my fingers were doing.

She phoned at ten and told me that she’d booked a room at a local hotel and could we meet there at two adding, “I’ll call you with the room number when I’ve checked in.”

It was a warm day so, I just slipped into a little white thong and a loose, pale blue, thin, tee-shirt dress that came to mid-thigh, with no bra or tights and just flip flops. In my teens and early twenties I hadn’t developed the shortish, spiky style of my natural, blonde hair that I had in later years and I was still experimenting, unsuccessfully as it happens, with contact lenses. I walked the half mile or so to the hotel and feeling a little nervous for a part of me was thinking someone would stop me as never having done it before I waltzed through the hotel reception, went up to room 854 and knocked on the door. It slowly opened and Mel poked her head around it but kept her body behind it and smiled saying, “Hi, come on in.” Opening the door wider but staying behind it as I walked in, my heart leaped when she shut the door and I saw that she was wearing just her panties and bra, both all white, very lacy and completely see through.

“Welcome to my lair,” she smiled holding her arms out.

“Thanks,” I smiled back, “It’s wonderful to be here.”

As her arms went round me and I was squashed against her, she whispered just before we kissed, “I’ll make it so wonderful for you Jayne, I promise.”

And she did.

Every single moment of the eight hours we spent in that room were wonderful. Every touch, every kiss, every fondle, caress, stroke and lick were new experiences, marvellous sensations and wonderful adventures for me. Every time we made each other cum, every climax, and I lost count of how many we both had, every time my body was held against hers and every time her head was between my legs was wonderful. And every time I licked and sucked Melissa’s breasts or pussy my heart almost burst.

Once in the room with the door shut, her hands quickly lifted my dress over my head and she billed and cooed her delight at my naked breasts. She unclipped her bra and dropped that on the floor with my dress. Wordlessly we laid on the bed, snuggled into each other’s arms and everything then just came so naturally and easily. We kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed. We stroked and fondled and licked and sucked each other’s breasts and nipples and we roamed our hands slowly over the other’s body before making each other cum, countless times.

Later after that first burst of energetic sexual activity we laid on our sides in each other’s arms and I felt her hands on my thong and bottom. She started to peel the thong down so I did the same to her panties. We were gazing adoringly into each other’s eyes swapping little kisses as we made each other naked. She rolled me onto my back and supporting herself on one elbow she stared at me as if watching for my reaction as, she ran her fingertips down my body, into my thatch of tawny pubic hair, shaving hadn’t become the rage back then, and rubbed my mound. Still gazing into my eyes her fingers slid a little further and brushed across my clit and onto my soaked lips. I grunted and my whole body jerked.

“OK?” she mouthed, smiling tenderly at me.

“Yes of course,” I whispered back reaching up and cupping her breast as if to emphasise my agreement.

She then proceeded to finger fuck me to the most massive orgasm I think I’d ever had. I came with my mouth full of her nipple and one of my hands between her legs which were soaked with her juices. But she didn’t stop when I climaxed. I was still shuddering with sexual ecstasy when, for the first time, I had a woman’s tongue on my pussy.

My body just seemed to explode with such extreme sexual feelings that I may well have fainted from them. I don’t know how many times I climaxed or whether I just had one of those long, long ones of the type a married guy of thirty five had given me in his marital bed a few months ago. All I know was that my mind and body coincided in such physical and emotional extremes that I lost all reason. I was sobbing, crying, grunting, moaning, sighing and maybe even screaming. I loved it and there and then I became addicted to and a massive fan of female-to-female oral sex and more significantly maybe I became a lesbian.

I found it so wonderfully intimate and so fantastically giving and sharing. I had read somewhere that some find it more erotic and satisfying than full, penetrative sex, but I’m not sure on that, though, it is a perfect partnership in erotic sensations exchange. After the first time she tongued me to a climax and we cuddled as she cradled my head to her breasts I was thanking her and saying, “That’s the first time anyone has done that to me,” as I ran my fingertips over her gloriously soft, smooth skin.

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I had a strange dream that night. It must have been weird because I woke up at three o’clock, feeling very confused. I must have been dreaming of something sexual, because I was wet and horny. If this had happened three weeks before, I would have masturbated and slept again, but the presence of two other girls in the bed told me that I was not allowed to do that. Jenny was asleep between Rosie and me, so I could sneak out of bed without disturbing my girlfriends. I was thirsty and poured myself some cold water from the fridge. I drank half of it and returned to bed. I didn’t need to pee, and wouldn’t drink too much, as a visit to the toilet included waking my girlfriends up to get permission and assistance. I had been to the bathroom, but I just wanted to check on my stripes, and in the bathroom, I could turn on the light without disturbing my girlfriends. The stripes were fine; they had faded a bit, and the color wasn’t red anymore, more like a bluish black. An exception was my punishment stripe over my breasts. It was visible and black. I wondered if it could be seen on Friday when we went to the Sister’s Society.

On my way back to bed, I stepped on something. My toes caught a cylindrical object, and I bent to pick it up. Usually, we put things that are not needed in bed anymore on a chair nearby, but Jen had forgotten it during our treatment of Rosie and the aftercare. It was her strap-on, and I saw the reason why she came twice while she was fucking me. It had the straps to attach it around her waist and between her legs, and the rubber plate that held the dildo that had given me so much pleasure, had other things attached: There was a smaller dildo attached in a slightly upward angle on the inside, so Jen had her pussy filled too. And there was a small knob on it where her clit sat. Every time she had filled my pussy with rubber cock, her clit had been massaged. Even if I hadn’t enjoyed her fucking me, I would have let her do it so she could get the pleasure herself. Some time I would let her know that anytime she felt for it, she could fuck me senseless. An obsolete thought, because she would probably do what she liked without asking, as she knew I didn’t hate it.

I tiptoed to the kitchen and rinsed it in hot water. On my way to bed, I put it on the chest with the drawers that held their toys. I didn’t want to put it in a drawer; I wouldn’t know which one, and I didn’t want to see what else they held. Call me weird, but I like surprises.

As I was about to slide under the sheets again, Rosie moved.

“Hmm?”

“I was thirsty.”

I whispered. She replied:

“Me too.”

“I have water here.”

I went to her side of the bed with the glass, and she drank. There was room for me, so I lay next to her and cuddled. I felt her hand rub my pussy. Naughty girl!

“You are wet.”

“I was dreaming about something. I can feel I have been penetrated. Not sore, but close to. Perhaps because it was my first time.”

“Another first! Lucky you. Try to sleep some more.”

She kissed me.

We enjoyed being cuddled up tight, and Rosie’s breathing got steady as she fell asleep. I lay there for a while, thinking of how it would be at the Sister’s Society, and how much I would dare in the Pride Parades, which we had discussed a few hours before. I was certain I would enjoy being dressed to impress, walking among other girls, but would I dare to do it? I decided to go with anything the girls suggested, forcing myself to embrace everything that made me tick. I could spend the next months preparing myself mentally for a walk down the street in a foreign city, wearing next to no clothes. I would probably be dressed more decently, but it would be better to be prepared for the extreme. And with that in mind and a smile on my face, I fell asleep again.

“We need to bake again this weekend.”

I was looking in the freezer for buns for breakfast. My skin felt tingling, fresh, and clean. I had been the first out of bed when Jen’s phone woke us up. I had made the shower ready for my girlfriends and me, and at the end of the shower, Jen had donned a pair of coarse mittens, and with a special lotion, she rubbed Rosie and me all over. It was a strange feeling being exfoliated, but it was fine and fresh afterward. Rosie did Jenny the same way, and we rinsed and toweled each other. Rosie and I rubbed Jen with lotion, and then we did each other. I had taken care of my pierced earlobes and added the serum to my eyelashes as Jen and Rosie discussed clothes in the office, and I began preparing our breakfast. Jen replied:

“I think we’ll be vegging Saturday, we might bake then. Plus doing the laundry.”

“Great. Any dinner plans for the weekend?”

“No, not yet. Any suggestions?”

“I wondered if it would be our turn to have the girls for dinner.”

“We can ask them. I don’t think anyone has plans the day after the Society.”

“Any picky folks?”

“No, we eat what’s being served – now.”

Jen smiled at me, referring to our little intermezzo Saturday with the cauliflower she thought she hated. Rosie added:

“Ruth is on a low-fat diet. Nothing fancy, just trying to lose weight without too many fancy ideas.”

“I kırşehir escort know. We can have T-bone steaks. The fat brim is easy to cut off.”

Jen’s eyes widened:

“You know how to please a Mistress. That’s my favorite dish.”

“I know. If you are too rough on me on Friday at the Society, I’ll cook spaghetti instead. With ketchup only.”

“Don’t joke about that. We’ve been there. I can write and ask in the group. Or do you want to do it yourself?”

“I can do it later today; I’ll have to message more often. Being a loner means you don’t have many friends to write to. Can I ask Ruth to help with the cooking? She wanted to know more about veggies.”

“Yeah, sure. She and Sofia can come over earlier and help in the kitchen. They’d love that. We need chairs. We’ve got five, including the one in the bedroom.”

“I have four in my apartment. I’ll fetch two during the week.”

“We go together. I think most of your apartment is here now.”

Rosie squeezed my hand. I replied:

“Mostly kitchen stuff and some clothes. When we decide to buy a house, I’ll move out on the spot. Might be better to save the rent, but for now I feel best having it at hand.”

“Of course. We understand. And it is a good plan. We can box it up, perhaps Bitch has got room for a couple of boxes.”

It was nice talking plans with the girls. Every time we did, I was assured that they wanted to include me in their lives, which made me so happy.

While Jenny brushed her teeth, I made some sandwiches for lunch and added a few peeled carrots for each of us. She hadn’t questioned why we suddenly were eating so many carrots, but they were healthy and a nice snack in between.

Rosie and I saw Jen out the door and decided to leave for work earlier. There was no reason to linger at home for twenty minutes if Rosie could catch an earlier bus and I could get the office ready before Jeannette arrived.

On my way through the building to my office that morning, I passed a few coworkers. Usually, we just exchanged our ‘good morning’, but today it was expressed in a more personal way, accompanied by a genuine smile, as if I had grown another dimension overnight, which in a way was true. I got myself a cup of coffee and settled into my chair, preparing for the day. I took my lash serum from my pocket, and with the small mirror I’d gotten from the girls, I managed to paint a nice, wet stripe along my eyelashes on both eyes. That was the best result I had achieved yet. I had just put the serum and the mirror away when Jeannette arrived. She set her bag on her chair, came over to me, and bent down to hug me. Had I been prepared for it, I would have stood.

“Thanks, it is nice with a good-morning-hug, but if you are hitting on me, I am taken…”

She got the joke and smiled:

“Dang, and with no other women in the building to seduce, the entire day is wasted.”

We laughed. I knew that she was so much in love with Tom, and though we hadn’t talked much about sex, I was pretty sure that she wasn’t into girls. Perhaps it would be a more common theme in our chats in the future, but it might be a good idea to keep it to ourselves. We had a respectful behavior in the building, and even the pin-up girls on old calendars were missing in the jock’s break room. It was an unspoken rule that we just didn’t do that. That reminded me of the quest of the day:

“I think I’ll make a quick check on something in the stock. Rosie and Jenny suggested that I could prevent some rumors by showing up and acting like nothing had happened, giving them a chance to address it if they needed that.”

“Good idea. You could have a look at the spools with welding wire. I had a complaint yesterday about some burrs in the hole, making it hard to fit.”

“I’ll see to it after my coffee. Did we send any out yesterday? I can stop them before they are shipped.”

I opened the shipping lists. None were packed, but two packs would be picked before noon. I finished my coffee and went downstairs. Usually, an office girl would ask the jocks to see to that, but I like to have my hands dirty and they appreciated my help. As I opened the door, one of the guys greeted me:

“Hi Ann! We’ve heard the news that you are going steady. Congratulations. Lucky you.”

“Thanks a lot, John. Finally, it was my turn.”

He didn’t even mention the same-sex issue. No stupid remarks. Gee, I loved this company. I told them about the problem.

“Could one of you give me a hand? We need to check every spool. Perhaps it is just one batch.”

The youngest guy volunteered. We hadn’t talked much, so I shook his hand:

“Thanks. I am Ann.”

“I am Keith. Nice to meet you. Let me find a cart. It might be useful. Perhaps two for the weight.”

How right he was. Big spools of iron thread are heavy, so we were in for a job, sorting through two pallets full. I wished I were wearing my work clothes, but I managed to avoid getting dirty. Keith took more than his part of the job. He had probably expected to do it all, but he didn’t know me.

We found more than ten spools with problems, and I took a few pictures with my phone and sent them to Jeannette, malatya escort asking her to inform the factory and the stores. With a caliper, I found that we had a tapered drill bit that could solve the problem, and in half an hour, we had fixed the problem and put almost all the spools back.

“Gee, you know how to fix things. Isn’t that unusual for a bookkeeper?”

“Probably, but I was raised on a farm.”

“Aah, then I understand. You know things, and you are brave.”

“Brave?”

“Coming out like that.”

He looked around to see if there was anyone near us, then he continued in a low voice:

“I wish I were as brave as you.”

I also lowered my voice and tried to understand what I just heard.

“Brave like – you mean that you …?”

He nodded, he was insecure, and looked down. I had to confess a thing to him:

“I am not the most skilled or experienced in this. I found it necessary to come out now as I wanted my girlfriends to come to that party, and after all, I am living with them. Are you seeing someone?”

He shook his head no.

“Are you frequenting …” Now it was my turn to look around, “gay bars and such?”

Another no, this time with his eyes wide open as the thought scared him.

“No, I haven’t met anyone yet. I am online only.”

“Then there is no reason to come out now. I guess it might be harder for guys among guys in general, but I think you know when the time is right, when there is something important in your life. I have known it for about a year now, and it is hard to hide when you live with someone. If you need it, find me for a talk, I will support you the best I can, but perhaps I am not the most skilled. Most importantly, I won’t tell anyone. As in anyone at all.”

He smiled and looked less concerned.

“Thanks a lot. I don’t expect you to solve my problems.”

“Why address them as problems? It is out of the ordinary, yes, and perhaps unexpected news for your friends, but still, it is accepted in general, and perhaps you are thinking up problems that don’t exist. Take it easy; be as you were before yesterday, and relax. Maybe you should Google ‘Spotlight effect’. That helped me a lot.”

“Thanks. I’ll do that. It was nice to do this with you … and talk.”

“Likewise. Anytime, remember that.”

“I will. Thanks again.”

I wanted to hug him, but that wouldn’t be a good idea. I went back to my office. Jeannette had handled our burr-problem with the manufacturer and made us a note to check up on the next couple of deliveries. She looked up when I sat.

“Any problems down there? Catcalls and such?”

“No, not at all. Some even wished me luck. No curious jocks, no jokes, no questions. And we have fixed the burrs. Keith helped me with a drill.”

“Or did you help Keith with a drill? I know your skills.”

“Well, sort of in between. Ooops, I have to send a message before I forget all about it.”

Jeannette’s phone rang, and while she talked, I sent a message in our group to Bitch, Bimbo, Sofia and Ruth about dinner Saturday.

During the day, I wrote with Jen about our shopping plans. We planned to meet in a mall on my way home, then go shopping from there, and I could ride my bike home afterwards. I stressed to Jen that she wasn’t to buy me more things.

“But if I want to, Hon?”

“Not today, Mistress!” I wrote back.

I got a reply from Ruth that they would like to come. I asked them if they meant what they said about getting inspiration for cooking with more vegetables. If so, they would be welcome to come an hour or two earlier and help me cook.

“Really?? Yes, we’ll be there. Thanks.” She had added a handful of small hearts to her message.

Later, I received replies from both Bitch and Bimbo. They would also come for dinner. I counted on my fingers; we would be seven, and I had at least a dozen T-bone steaks from my parents in my freezer. They brought a big cooler filled with frozen meat when they visited me for my birthday. Dry ice is a wonderful invention. My freezer was filled to the brim with meat; I had even encountered problems finding space for the ice cream Jen and I ate on our second date.

The rest of the day was without any events out of the ordinary, except the greetings and hellos I received when I met people on my errands around the building. I intended to have my lunch sandwiches at my desk, but Jeannette persuaded me to follow her to the lunch room after she had been away a few minutes to get a to-go salad bowl in a store nearby.

“Don’t be so unsocial. You are with partners now. the easiest way to prevent gossip is to be present. Then they can’t talk about you.”

“Point taken. But I need to charge my introversion batteries sometimes. I enjoy my mornings and afternoons alone on my bicycle, but sometimes I need more.”

“Alright. But most days you need to go with us. OK?”

“Okay.”

We sat, and I unwrapped my sandwiches and carrots. No training that day.

“Sandwichbag? Is it a new thing?”

“I make sandwiches for Jen and Rosie, so why not for myself too? We have talked about looking for a place of our own in the fall. Sandwiches niğde escort are more convenient, and if we can save 6 or 8 bucks a day each, we’d have more for furniture and such. Jen and Rosie had planned a summer without going away on vacation, but I have persuaded them to follow me back home for two weeks. It will cost us some gas and nothing else. And we can be together all the time. I need to care for the animals, and they can relax.”

“And if they want to help you?”

“They can always help with something, but they are city girls. They have never seen a cow, let alone a street without street lamps.”

“I hope they can surprise you. I have always wanted a childhood like yours.”

“Half an hour on a bicycle through a snowstorm to get to school?”

“Nothing comes for free. Didn’t your parents drive you?”

“Once in a while. But certainly not every day. I didn’t want them to.”

“What animals do you have?”

“A bunch of cattle and some chickens. We don’t have pigs anymore; we used to have a handful. There are some cats too. Our old dog died last year, and they don’t want a new one yet.”

“My parents said the same two years ago. A few months later, they had a new dog.”

“When you are used to having them around. It’s like a part of the family.”

I went quiet. Mindfulness. I had a family now, somebody to get home to every day.

When we left the lunch room, most of the jocks from the stock came in. I had to react fast because John made ready for a high-five before he passed me, and the two last guys did the same. The last one was Keith. We made eye contact and smiled a subtle smile at each other.

“You’ve earned a star down there this morning?”

Jeannette punched her elbow in my ribs again.

“Apparently. Boss likes a flat hierarchy in the company. I guess I am his tool in this.”

“Because you want it yourself. I have noticed how happy you are when you’ve got your hands dirty, so to speak.”

“I like numbers. And I like tools. Here, I’ve got the best from both worlds.”

“And the girls when you come home. You are one lucky woman.”

“I cannot complain. I am happy.”

The rest of the day went uneventfully. Closer to knock-off time, I got ready to leave on the minute; I had an appointment with Jenny in a mall. I wondered what she had in mind; we hadn’t discussed in detail what I needed, and I was sure she had a secret agenda. I realized that I hadn’t been out shopping with her yet. Our first week together was a bit busy, and I spent the next week mostly with Rosie.

Jen greeted me in the mall, and I came in for a hug. Without thinking of it, I kissed her. Not a fast peck on the cheek, a real one. I giggled:

“Until two weeks ago, I had seen you and Rosie kiss a few times, and I envied that you dared to do it in public. Now, I do it myself.”

“Yes, when one thing becomes important, other things fade away. I am so proud of you.”

“And I love you! You are the best.”

“And you’ve even donned your scrunchie! It really suits you.”

“It is not meant for bike helmets. I put it on five minutes ago.”

We walked down an aisle in the mall, hand in hand. In a distant corner, Jenny led me into a small clothes shop. It was another league than the shop Sofia worked in. It did not have super expensive brands, but in general, more elegant and sexy designs. It appeared like Jen was a regular; the salesgirl knew her name and asked to Rosie. Jenny introduced me:

“Ann, this is Irene. Irene, this is Ann. She’s living with us now.”

Irene showed genuine happiness at the news. I reached out a hand for a handshake. She took it and pulled me in for a hug. Perhaps I should ask Jen to give a hint about how close friends she was with people: acquaintances, friends, or good friends. I didn’t expect anyone to give kisses on first introduction, but again, it wouldn’t surprise me.

“Feel free to browse the racks, Ann. I have a few ideas.”

Jen knew what to find and where. Within a few minutes, she had collected four or five blouses or tops, hanging them on a hook next to the fitting rooms. Then she came to assist me in my search.

Most of the clothes were silk, satin, or similar materials. I couldn’t see anything in cotton until I found a rack with long blouses in a very thin fabric. They were nice, soft, and semi-translucent. I held one up to my body, and Jen approved.

“Nice choice. What do you like? White, tan, or black?”

“Dunno. The white one will show my underwear to everyone. The black one will too, but perhaps not that much.”

“Let’s try both on.”

We found a few other designs that both Jen and I liked. Jen was careful to hear my opinion before mentioning hers. Only once did she solely decide on a top, and when we finally tried everything in the fitting room, it didn’t go on the hook for things to buy. I was right: my black bra was visible through the white blouse, and a little less through the black one. The latter went on the ‘to buy’ hook. We settled on a top with a deep plunge and a turtleneck with an open area on my upper chest, both in black satin, plus the black, translucent blouse. None of it was for decent use, and I wondered if it was meant for the Society or just for friends. I didn’t care, as long as I felt sexy. I had broken a barrier inside me and had opened up to an unknown area for me to explore. I knew that I wouldn’t dress that way at work, but I just wanted to be vibrant and sexy when I was out with my girlfriends.

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41

We awaken very horny and start playing, but Tara is concerned about being late to work, unsure what her mom’s mood will be.

We have a quick mutual masturbation finger fuck in the shower.

As Tara hustles to work I go to the coffee shop, then my new favorite bench in the park.

{‘Mmmm educating Tara is going to be so much fun, this is how Rahel must have felt when she brought me home.’}

I finish my Latte and think about Cara, will she come out of her shell? Did she do as I instructed or is she still frigid, old maid thinking sex is for baby making?

I enter the shoe store prior to lunch; it’s empty of patrons; I go directly behind the counter to Cara; get right up close in her face.

“You masturbated last night, didn’t you?”

She blushes, nods, appearing apprehensive as to what I’m going to do.

“You came, fantasizing about me and what I was doing to your daughter didn’t you?”

She nodded again.

“You’re wet now thinking about me doing risqué things to you, aren’t you?”

Another nod.

“Touch yourself down there.” She does.

Ilean real close, my hot breath in her ear.

“You want me to give you an orgasm?”

“Mmmm hmmm.” she murmurmed.

I whispered softly.

“I could give you your best orgasm ever?”

“Mmm hmmm.” She murmurs, with lust in her eyes.

I put my hands on the counter on either side of her.

I whisper.

“Did Tara, share her exciting educational encounter?”

“She tried; she certainly was gushing about the pleasure she received.” Cara looks like she wants me to kiss her, submissive, lustfully, awaiting some sort of passionate advance.

I intend to tease her, seduce her, make her want me, beg me.

“Yes, Cara, I gave her many orgasms, she was writhing, moaning and sighing under my sexual tutelage.” I lick my lips.

“She’s delicately delicious, and she’s excited to explore all sorts of sexy activities.”

Cara’s leaning back against the counter, her hands on the counter beside her hips.

I lean forward and my hot breath on her neck; I whisper in her ear.

“Sexy lady, do you want me, to do to you, what I did to her?”

I nibble her earlobe; my hand gracefully caresses her cheek. In a deliberately slow, breathy whisper, my lips touching her earlobe.

“My fingers in your wet cunt rubbing your g spot, my tongue licking your lips, sucking your clit, pinching, rolling your sensitive nipples, until you scream my name in orgasmic pleasure.”

I kiss the nape of her neck, pause, I hear her sigh.

“I’m here to find out which one of you accepts the invitation to scream in my bed tonight; the sexy momma, or the hot daughter?”

I move my hands to her hips.

“It’s only a matter of time, I will fuck you.” I kiss her lips, delicately, sensually, lingering.

“Cara; are you ready? Or does Tara get her wish and spend another night?”

I use my lips to tug her earlobe, and then nibble down her neck, my fingers surround and squeeze her buttocks, my forefinger presses against her bunghole. She shudders,

“I, uh, I’m ready.” Cara stammers quietly.

“Ready, Cara, you’re ready for what? Tell me, what you want.”

“I, uh, I, I’m ready for you to give me an orgasm.”

“Oh, sexy Cara, don’t be so naive, I could give you an orgasm right now. You’re already wet, a simple quick fingering would get you off in under a minute, wouldn’t it?

“Mmm hmm,” she murmurs.

“Well, that’s not going to happen, you deserve so much better.”

I kiss her passionately, my tongue swirls with hers, my hands kneading her bum.

“Tonight, you’ll be writhing under me, in my bed; I’m going to rock your world. You will have several orgasms, multiples, continuous climaxes.” I nibble her ear.

“Remove your bra and panties, give them to me.” She reaches under and pulls down her panties; she passes them to me, they’re damp. I put them to my nose inhale deeply.

“Cara, you’ve got a unique, powerful, strong, exhilarating fragrance.”

She turns, placing her hands on the counter she says.

“Unhook me.” I raise the back of her blouse; unhook the clasp; I run my fingers around under her bra and cup her nice soft round boobs, her nipples are hard, I nuzzle her neck push my hips against her bottom.

“Mmm, tonight will be fantastic.”

I step back, she pulls the shoulder straps down her arms and tugs the white undergarment out, holds it to me.

I put her items in my bag.

“You’re too sexy for granny undergarments, I’ll buy you some items.” I step back.

“Do not masturbate, you need to remain horny all afternoon, your next orgasm is mine.” I turn to leave.

As I walk away.

“Text me what you want for supper, I’ll arrange delivery.”

I go to a lingerie shop and buy a few things for Cara.

I also pick up a few items at a sex shop.

I stop in for a visit at the law firm. Pam inquiries about Rachel; I reiterate, I assume she’s fine, I know nothing; she requested no contact.

Pam’s very excited about the upcoming orgy.

I arrive kilis escort at the shoe store promptly at 5 pm; I carry in a small bag. I walk past Cara and embrace Tara, I put my hand under her dress.

“Ahh, very good.” My fingers find a bare cunny, I tickle her cunt lips while giving her a passionate kiss.

“Shaved and commando, very nice.” I slip a finger in to tease her.

“Give this sexy slit a glorious fingering, while I’m doing to mom what you received last night.” I hand her the small bag, she peeks inside.

“Oooo thank you.” There’s a remote 8″ rubber dildo and a slim silver vibrator.

I turn to Cara.

“Let’s go.” I take her hand and we leave. Walking down the sidewalk; I shove her into a recessed doorway. I force her legs apart and ram 2 fingers into her sopping slit. My mouth covers hers as she lamely tries to reject this carnal public display of sex. I thrust my fingers into her until she moans, and her knees weaken, she slouches in the doorway expecting me to give her a quicky orgasm. She’s very close; but that’s what I want, I withdraw, leaving her panting.

“Mmm, that’s enough, your orgasms will be more intense if you’re kept on the verge for a very long time.” I kiss her neck, take her hand, and pull her back to walk beside me.

“G’day George,” as he opens the door for us, I see a twinkle in his eye, and that knowing smile. I stop, turn to face him, put my hand on his shoulder, I give him a seductive smile.

“Mom of last night’s dinner date.”

He and Cara both blush.

In the elevator I pin her against the wall and as I knead her tit, I search her mouth with my tongue. Her eyes close she sighs deeply. Slightly bending her knees sliding down the elevator wall.

I unlock our penthouse door and take her straight to the bedroom. I deftly remove her dress, it’s the first time I’ve seen her naked body. She behaves timidly, shy.

“Dayum girl, you’re frikkin sexy. I thought you were hot, but Geezus, you’re an inferno, downright gorgeous.” I cup her breasts.

“Perfect shape, size, and texture, so soft and pliable, I could suckle these all night. Would you like me to do that?”

Cara Cooed

“Mmm hmmm.” I gemtly lay her back, lying beside her, I knead her boobs; my mouth attaches to one and I flick the taut nipple with my tongue. Rolling the other between my finger and thumb. My hand meanders down to her crotch.

“But this overgrown bush; I might need a machete to clear a path.” I grab a fistful of pubes and pull.

Cara winces and utters a guttural.

“Aannngh.”

“Cara, before me, were you ever intimate with a girl?”

“No, I never even thought about it.”

“Geez, so many years without sexual pleasure. Such a shame, such a waste of a gorgeous body.” I shake my head.

“Well let’s change that and make up for your lost time.”

My finger finds a way through the nasty overgrown bush and parts her pussy lips; I kneel on the floor before her, widen her legs.

“MMmm, you have a delightful, strong, earthy aroma. I use both hands, 3 fingers on each side pull her labia open wide, I lick the splayed smooth, bright pink, inner flesh.

Cara sighs, I move my thumbs up and squeeze her clit, similar to popping a pimple, but not as harsh. I inhale deeply.

“Oh my, that’s frikkin awesome. Your clit is much larger than most. It looks just like a tiny penis.”

My tongue flicks worm like protrusion, I licks around it, I take it between my thumb and forefinger and stroke it several times. Cara gasps at the sensation. I make an exploratory lick from her perineum to her clit. She shudders, I suck on the 1″ penis shaped clit. I stop, as again she’s teetering on a climax.

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I stand, leaving her writhing, wanting to cum.

“Supper will arrive soon, I show Cara my lingerie collection,

“Pick one.” I sit on the bed and watch her search. She holds my leather Dominatrix outfit and looks at me quizzically.

“You’re not ready for that.” I add emphasizing.

“YET. Don’t worry you’ll get a sample.”

She sorts through and holds a blue lacy bustier to her.

“Yes, great choice put it on.” I reach past her and remove a one-piece lacey see-through black body sock.

I make a quick text, then she watches as I get into my lingerie.

“Come here.” I stand behind her in front of a full-length mirror.

“Look, that’s you, an extremely sexy, stunning, curvaceous woman.”

I run my hands over her shoulders and down her chest to fondle her soft melon shaped boobs.

“You’re beautiful, elegant, these breasts are sensational, and your body is magnificent.” I raise my hand between her thighs, to cup her vulva.

“Everyone loves a thigh gap.”

I grab her waist and turn her to me, we share a passionate kiss, I lead her to the bed.

“Sit.” I open my goody bag; and clutch a remote egg.

“Open.”

Kneeling between her legs I insert the egg and turn it to low vibrate.

“Come on let’s have some wine, while waiting for food delivery.”

I lead her kırklareli escort to the sofa and get a bottle of wine and glasses from the kitchen. I crank the egg vibes to high. She squirms.

“Whoa that’s gonna make me cum.”

I turn it down.

“Don’t cum, remove it if necessary.”

I sit beside her, pour us both a wine, nibbling her neck caressing her tits, fingers tracing circles on her smooth thighs, my desire to keep her on the cusp of an orgasm.

The doorbell rings.

“Get that.” I tell her.

Cara hesitates.

“It’s the food, if it’s a guy he’ll likely give you a tip, he’s likely never seen anyone as sexy as you; especially dressed so hot. If it’s a female invite her to join us.”

As I previously arranged, I had the food delivered to Sarah’s. Sarah’s holding 2 brown bags, wearing a red lace open top bra, the top of her dark areoles exposed, hard nipples hidden, but very noticeable. Red thong and black garter holding red fishnet stockings, a short, sheer, red lace wrap.

Both gals standing, ogling each other at the door.

“My gawd, you’re stunning, Bridgette said you were sexy, you’re absolutely gorgeous.”

Sarah brushes past Cara and sets the food on the coffee table. Sarah rushes to the kitchen and fetches plates and utensils. We all three sit on the sofa, chat while eating. I ask.

“Cara, were you promiscuous with many in school, getting pregnant so young?”

“No, just the opposite, I was the unnoticed wallflower, I never felt, dressed or looked sexy; I was naive. In between grade 9 and 10, these arrived; she cups her boobs. Rumor spread I stuffed my bra with Kleenex to get the boys to notice.

One day in the cafeteria, the snide innuendos became too much, and I flashed the cheerleader table and stated loudly ‘DON’T YOU WISH’ spinning so everyone in the room saw they were real.

“Well, instantly my popularity rose. Well with the guys at least. I went out with a few, a couple actually turned me on, when playing with them, but as soon as I touched them sexually, they creamed their shorts; and then being embarrassed, they avoided me. There was this one guy.”

Cara leaned back, finished with supper, swirled her wine.

“He rode his bike past our house every day, this particular day I was reading on the steps. He came to me, sat on the step and spoke.

‘Tired of being played with?’

I queried him.

He was prosaic, nonchalantly he commented.

‘your boobs are epic, everyone wants to feel you up,’

So, I asked him ‘and you wouldn’t?’

He replied ‘of course, but I’d rather kiss and suck them while playing with your pussy’ Hopefully you’ll get turned and we’ll fuck too.

No one was ever so bold; he excited me, turned me on. I wondered if he could deliver or was it just a ploy to feel me up too, he wasn’t a popular fellow I would have dated.

His parents worked so after school the next day we went to his house. After some hot and heavy petting, we fucked, we repeated the procedure a couple more times; he always pulled out; but a month later I was pregnant.”

She contorted her face, one guy, only a couple unfulfilling, experimental fucks and here I am.”

I hugged her tightly and rubbed her cheek.

“And, now after 20 years, you’re going to discover the JOY of sex.” I open the gold box on the coffee table. I light a fat J.

I offer it to her; she shakes her head. I exhale towards her. Sarah reaches for it. I play keep away with Sarah as the smoke drifts under Cara’s nose. We both exhale toward Cara, and as we pass it in front of her, we linger so Cara’s likely getting more than if she was actually toking. Her eyes are glassy and she’s smiling for no reason; mission accomplished.

“Cara, would you like Sarah to stay and play, or would you prefer just the 2 of us?”

“No, it’s fine, she’s sexy too, I’ve been ready for an orgasm since noon, I’ve been on the very edge for a couple hours.”

Sarah comments.

“This roach clip looks just like my nipple clamps.” She lowers her lacy bra and pinches it on her nipple.

“Ooo, much tighter, it bites hard.”

“Cara, kiss it better,” I grab her hair and push her to Sarah’s boob. I turn the egg to pulsate and squeeze her boob.

Sarah leans back lifts a leg to the back of the sofa.

I push Cara’s head down between Sarah’s open thighs.

“Taste her, do to her pussy what you want done to yours.”

I rearrange Cara’s body on the sofa, I kneel on the floor, separate her butt cheeks, nibble and bite her soft cheeks as she is bobbing her head in Sarah’s crotch, I turn the egg down as low as it will go. My finger works under the lacy fringe of the bustier, massaging the wrinkled skin surrounding her butt hole. I get some juice from her sopping slit and play with her tight asshole. I raise my voice.

“Enough, stop. Cara, remove your lingerie and sit on the sofa, bum forward, legs wide.” She does as instructed.

“Are you ready to cum Cara?” I snip her hard nipple.

“YES,” she’s panting.

“Show karabük escort us.” Cara parts her pussy and rubs her lips with her right hand, her left pinching her right boob. I swipe my cunt, and put my fingers to Cara, she moans and sucks the juice from my fingers.

“Stop.” I command.

“Masturbate when you’re alone, there’s 2 sexy horny females here. You’ve tasted us both now, which one of us do you want to eat.”

“Both.” She looks at me with pleading eyes.

“Great choice.”

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“Sarah, Cara has an egg, would you retrieve it?”

“Love to.” She kneels and pushes Cara’s thighs apart. I start suckling her tremendous tits. Cara sighs, tilts her head back and closes her eyes.

“Don’t let her cum Sarah.”

“She needs a bush trim.” Sarah states.

“I know, would you like to do that during recuperation time after a couple orgasms?”

“Oh Yes.” Sarah spreads Cara’s lips to tug out the egg.

“Wow, what a glorious giant clitoris, Cara, it’s so big, you’ve got a stunning pussy, wonderful aroma, mesmerizing, enticing.”

I begin whispering in Cara’s ear, as I fondle her boobs.

“You’re desirable, horny, delectable. We’re going to rock your world. Give you mind numbing, spasmatic, leg shaking orgasms.” I nibble her neck and ear.

“Are you ready to taste pussy, to lick slick, smooth soft flesh? To suck wet labia and engorged clits? To have someone moan in delight, sharing your passion?”

“MMmm, hmmm, I’m ready, Geezus I’m so horny, let me cum.” I gently tug Sarah’s hair.

“Let’s go to the bed, get undressed and create some screaming.”

As we head to the bedroom, I hold Cara’s waist. I spin her, my hands rove her smooth skin. I sit on the end of the bed.

“Sarah, put your feet on the pillows lay with your head here.” I tap the bed beside me.

“Cara, your butt here, head between Sarah’s legs.” As Cara gets into a 69 position, I slap her ass; she doesn’t react negatively. I whisper to Sarah.

“This will be her first orgasm ever, we must make it memorable, keep her on the verge, don’t let her come, I have a plan.”

I spank Cara’s round cheeks as they’re both making slurping sounds. I get a couple toys. I sit back down and spread Cara’s ass cheeks, I start with my tongue, teasing the wrinkled skin, using my thumb to pull pussy juice to lube the dark puckered star. I savor the unique taste of pussy mixed with the tart, pungent tang of her bunghole. She wiggles her butt, response to both our attention.

I rim her until she twitches and muscles twitch, clinch.

“Easy girl not yet, wait, let it build.” I smack her ass again.

I smear arousal cream on a slim 6″ silver vibrator. Using the buzzing toy to rim and tease her anal opening. Cara is extremely close, so I fit myself with a 7″ strap-on. Kneeling behind Cara.

“Sarah, it’s time; pinch and twist Cara’s nipples.”

I put the tip of the rubber dick against her labia and rub it up and down between her lips.

“Cara, don’t resist, let yourself cum, enjoy all the sexual sensations you’re feeling.” One deft thrust, I push the strap on fully into her cunt.

“Cum Cara, have your first real orgasm, NOW”

I ram the full length of the dildo into her and hold deep, rolling my hips so the dildo is wiggling inside her cunt. As her body stiffens, convulsions take over, she howls.

“Ahhhhh, oh my gawd.”

I start deep stroking, louder she yells.

“UUUGGGNNNGH, OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK.”

She’s shaking and twitching. I jamb the slim silver humming toy invading her backside. She bolts upright, with more verbal grunting. I hold her hips and thrust long slow strokes in and out of her contracting cunt. She is having an unstoppable crescendo of quivers as her first ever mind-altering orgasm overtakes her.

Previously unknown tingling sensations, combine with sexual electricity, and emotions, all wash over her.

Her body tensing as the orgasm overpowers her; I grab her tits and twist her sideways, pushing her to the bed. I ram rapidly, the vibe still in her butt, pushing deeper when my pubic mound hits it. I force my hips against her holding her pinned to the bed. Her hips convulsing uncontrollably. The vibe deeply embedded, the strap on penis as deep as possible. She is screaming with multiple climaxes.

The hypersensitivity, the convulsions, shaking, and audible moans last several minutes. When I roll her to me to spoon with me, I remain inside her. She lets out a loud gasp in post-orgasmic ecstasy, her hips writhing slightly a simple twerking kind of motion. She cups her hands over mine around her bosom.

“OH, my fucking gawd, my whole life, not knowing.” a deep exhaling sigh.

“Why didn’t someone show me what an orgasm was all those years ago?”

She reaches back and caresses my cheek. Her hips gently rocking, obviously enjoying the bliss of afterglow.

“I’m so happy.”

Sarah joined us and we cuddled for quite a while.

“Thank-you, I’m so glad Tara flirted with you, I never knew; I might have never known. Thank you.” Cara kissed me.

“Oh, Sarah I met Ulsa; an experienced Dominatrix at the resort; my god she did some violent things that had me screaming, and I want more, you’ll love what she does.”

“While you recuperate, Cara, I’ll get the weed whacker and shaving supplies.” Sarah chuckles and departs.

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April 6th, 2038

Bridgette does not pace. She is not a pacer. She is a scientist, a mathematician, and an astrophysicist. She does not fidget, does not waste energy on unnecessary movement, does not waste words on things that do not require saying.

And yet, she is pacing. She is messing with her long ponytail, combing it out with her fingers.

Gianna, meanwhile, is not pacing. Gianna is lounging on their bed in nothing but a tank top and boyshorts, flipping a stress ball in one hand, watching her wife walk a path into the floor.

“You’re going to wear a hole in the fuckin’ carpet,” Gianna comments, twisting onto her side, grinning in that lazy way that makes Bridgette want to throttle her.

Bridgette shoots her a look. “I should be the one saying that to you. You are defending a dissertation tomorrow. You, Gianna. Not me. You. And yet, here you are–sprawled out like an undergrad stoner in a philosophy class.”

Gianna smirks. “You should hear how I define consciousness.”

Bridgette pinches the bridge of her nose. “God help me.”

“God has nothing to do with it,” Gianna says cheerfully. “But the Higgs Field as a resistor to time? That’s the real shit, babe.”

Bridgette groans. “Gigi, you realize this is career suicide, right?”

Gianna flips onto her back, stretching. “Not if I’m right.”

“You’re not right.”

Gianna props herself up on one elbow. “Okay, but what if I am?”

Bridgette stares at her. “You are seriously about to stand in front of a panel of physicists, some of whom have tenure, and argue that time isn’t some inherent property of the universe, but is instead a byproduct of the Higgs Field’s resistance? That light speed isn’t a constant, but rather an artifact of ‘DeLuca Drag’? That gravity itself is just a second-order effect of that resistance?”

Gianna karaman escort grins. “Yeah, babe. I’m gonna argue exactly that.”

Bridgette closes her eyes. “Jesus Christ.”

Gianna laughs. “You should see the fuckin’ equations. Beautiful shit. Like poetry. You wanna look?”

Bridgette throws up her hands. “No! No, I do not want to look at your nonsense equations!”

Gianna pretends to be hurt. “Oh, so now my work is nonsense? That’s what you think of me?”

Bridgette presses her fingertips to her temples. “I think you’re a crank, Gigi. I think you’re a brilliant, infuriating, ridiculous crank. And I think you’re about to go in there tomorrow and get laughed out of the goddamn building.”

Gianna rolls onto her stomach, chin propped on her hands. “You’re worried about me.”

Bridgette glares. “Of course I’m worried about you! You’re my wife, you absolute menace!”

Gianna grins wider. “You love it.”

Bridgette does not dignify that with a response. Instead, she marches over to the desk, grabs Gianna’s laptop, and slams it down in front of her. “At least pretend to be serious for five minutes. Go over your defense.”

Gianna grabs her wrist instead.

Bridgette stiffens. Not because she doesn’t want it–God, she wants it–but because the second Gianna touches her like that, all of her perfectly structured frustration starts to crumble.

“You’re the one who needs to relax, babe,” Gianna murmurs, pulling her closer.

Bridgette tries to resist. But Gianna is impossible. She leans up, presses a slow, lazy kiss to her wife’s throat, and Bridgette exhales like she’s breaking apart.

“Gigi…”

Gianna’s hands slide under her blazer, pushing it off her shoulders, and Bridgette lets it fall.

“You think I need notes?” Gianna whispers kars escort against her skin, smiling when Bridgette shivers. “I’m about to prove I can defend something way more important.”

Bridgette can’t fight this. She doesn’t want to.

And tomorrow, Dr. Gianna DeLuca is going to walk into that defense like she owns the place. Because she does.

But tonight?

Bridgette is the one getting taken apart.

April 7th, 2038

Bridgette is still a little misty-eyed from the moment Gianna’s dissertation committee told her she passed. She’s trying to play it cool, but Gianna sees the way she keeps fidgeting with her wedding ring, stealing glances at her.

It’s been hours. They went out. There was champagne. There were toasts from colleagues who had no idea that Gianna fully intended to devour her wife the second they got home.

Now they’re back. Bridgette is still wearing the dress she wore to the defense. And Gianna? Gianna is kneeling in front of her, tracing fingertips up the inside of her thigh.

“You’re staring,” Bridgette murmurs, voice quieter now, breath already catching.

Gianna just smiles. “Yeah, babe. I am.”

She doesn’t start fast. Doesn’t rush. She presses a kiss to Bridgette’s knee first, then the sensitive skin above it. Slowly, softly, dragging her lips up, pressing love into every inch of her.

“You were perfect today,” Gianna murmurs against her thigh.

Bridgette shivers. “I wasn’t the one defending.”

“You might as well have been. You were holding your breath the whole time. I saw you.”

Bridgette swallows hard. Gianna is looking up at her now, deep brown eyes full of something intense.

“Let me take care of you,” Gianna whispers.

Bridgette nods.

So Gianna does.

She kisses the inside of her thighs, kıbrıs escort slow and deliberate, like she’s memorizing her. Her hands are soft, no urgency, just slow caresses, like Bridgette is something sacred.

And when her mouth finally finds her, she doesn’t rush.

She lets Bridgette feel every slow, deliberate stroke of her tongue, every lingering kiss, every warm breath against her.

Bridgette is breathing harder now, her fingers slipping into Gianna’s hair.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” Gianna murmurs against her, voice thick with adoration.

Bridgette’s fingers tighten. Her head tips back, a sharp inhale slipping past her lips.

Gianna keeps it slow. She doesn’t push. She lets Bridgette rise on her own, lets her body dictate the pace, lets herself become a part of Bridgette’s unraveling.

When she finally adds her fingers, it’s not fast. It’s deliberate. Gentle at first, pressing inside with reverence, curling just enough to make Bridgette’s breath catch.

And Gianna? She watches. Watches the way Bridgette’s lips part, the way her breath comes faster, the way her body reacts to every touch.

“Say it,” Gianna murmurs, curling her fingers again.

Bridgette barely manages to lift her head, blinking down at her, dazed. “Say what?”

Gianna grins against her, pressing a slow, deep kiss exactly where Bridgette needs it.

“You know what.”

Bridgette groans, shuddering. “Gigi…”

Gianna sucks at her clit, crooking her fingers, pressing deeper. “Say it.”

Bridgette is trembling now, so close she can’t hold herself together, and Gianna loves it.

And then–just as she’s about to break–she whispers it.

“Doctor.”

Gianna smiles against her, presses one last kiss, and watches her fall apart.

When it’s over, when Bridgette is breathless and boneless, legs weak, glasses crooked on her nose, Gianna presses her lips to her stomach.

“You’re stuck with me now, Mrs. DeLuca.”

Bridgette laughs, shaky and warm. “I was stuck with you the day I walked into that Wawa.”

Gianna grins. “Damn right you were.”

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Summary: Cheerleader is put in place by butch and…

Note 1: This is an Literotica April Fools Story Contest 2025 story so please read and vote.

Note 2: Thanks to Small_Island an for a great edit and some wicked additions and Shuj for a last minute proofread.

Note 3: All characters are at least 18-years-old.

Butch and the Cheerleader

“I can’t believe I have to work with her,” Brittany said, scorn in her tone as she looked sideways over at Cameron White with utter disgust.

“That is some bad luck,” Debbie said, thankful that she got Eva who was super smart.

“Did you ask Mrs. Barber to change partners?” Amber asked.

“First I asked her if it was an April Fool’s Day joke since today is the first,” the popular cheerleader said.

“It would be a good one,” Debbie said.

“Yeah, except the bitch said it wasn’t and the fact that I considered her pairing me with the dyke would be a mean joke just showed that it was good that she’d put us together, that it would actually be good for me,” Brittany ranted.

“How could that possibly be good for you?” One of her two minions asked.

“There is no scenario where this could possibly be good for me,” Brittany said, as she saw the butch lesbian stand up from her group of high school outcasts at one of the outer tables in the cafeteria. The campus queen turned back to her gang of cool hot chicks.

“Just get it over with as soon as you can,” Debbie suggested.

“Maybe I can make her do all the work,” Brittany said, having used her good looks her entire life to get her way and have others do her work. That said, she was not into girls and any tempting she’d ever had on that side of the gender aisle had been with implied promises of friendship, not romance or lust… eww, she thought, not her scene at all. Everyone knew she had a college boyfriend with a Porsche and a trust fund. A second-year college boy already the starting QB.

“Just let her munch your pussy once and I bet she’ll do it,” Debbie joked. “It sure worked for me – I not only got an ‘A’ on the term paper Twyla wrote for me, I got some really good orgasms out of it too, as her ‘cost’ of being allowed the privilege.”

“Gross,” Brittany said, her face squishing up like she’d just bitten into an extra sour lemon.

“There are worse things,” Amber said, also having had a couple of nerds eat her pussy… and truth be told they were easily the best orgasms she’d ever had. “I mean, Gwen gets me off way better than Steve.”

“Don’t even get me started on you, dyke girl,” Brittany snapped, disgusted not only that both her friends had used their pussies to get something from girls rather than guys, but that they had done it with such plain Jane nerds… such nobodies. If she were ever to allow another girl to eat her pussy it would be a MILF, a teacher, or a fellow cheerleader… not a fucking nerd.

While Brittany was clearly the leader of the hot girl clique, this was the one area where

the other two girls felt their friend was missing the boat, or at least her little man in the

boat was missing opportunities for good times.

“Amber,” said Debbie, “don’t you also enjoy being in charge when you let one of them service you?”

“Oh, hell yeah,” agreed Amber. “I mean, guys can be so pushy, so demanding, without really coming through for you, so when I get to turn the tables and play Queen Cunt with Gwen, it really makes it hot.”

“Oh, jeez, please stop,” bitched Brittany, even while her mind completely recognized what the girls were saying about guys expecting and demanding so much while giving back so little in return. Heck, it wasn’t like her boyfriend was providing for her or even letting her drive his Porsche for that matter… never mind his poor to nonexistent cunnilingus skills.

“I’m just saying girls can eat some pussy,” Amber said, actually wondering what an out and out dyke like Cameron could do with that big mouth of hers.

“Shut gebze escort the fuck up,” Brittany repeated, this time glaring at her.

“She’s right,” Cameron said from right behind Brittany. The blonde hottie spun around and saw the beefy dyke standing there with her arms crossed, a smug smirk across her face. With Brittany seated on the bench, the big girl looked even more imposing than usual.

“What?” Brittany shifted her fiery anger at the butch.

“Amber is right,” she repeated, one of the few girls not at all fazed to stand up to the rich bitch cheerleader. “Girls eat pussy way better than guys.”

“Fuck off,” Brittany snapped. Her glare would have made ninety-nine-point-nine percent of people turn and run… that zero-point-one percent was Cameron.

“We actually do that better than guys too,” Cameron said, confidence oozing from her. She had stood up to bullies her whole life, and now, as an adult, she also got them to lay down for her to fuck them. There was something so delicious about making a straight, pretty rich girl beg to eat her pussy and scream when she fucked her with one of her strap-ons, and so satisfying when a woman who said she would never be with her texted and begged to see her again. She already imagined sitting on Brittany’s face, having her on all fours and hammering her pussy, and hearing her scream as she gave the snotty princess the orgasms no man could.

“Do what better?” Brittany asked, shocked that this ugly bitch was still here.

“Fuck. We fuck way better than boys,” Cameron bluntly said.

“Well, I fuck a man,” Brittany said, standing up, about to go face to face with this bitch, butch or not.

“Men are all still just boys,” Cameron said with a smug smile, waiting for the blonde bombshell to advance. Fuck she was pretty, although not so much with that scrunched-up, angry face.

“You do not want to fuck with me,” Brittany threatened, now standing right in front of the pitiful dyke with her mannish clothes and short, spiky haircut

“Fuck with you? Nah, I’d rather just fuck you,” the butch countered. “You would never be the same again.” Then she smiled and winked at one of Brittany’s posse, Janice, the mayor’s daughter, who she had turned three weeks before. She was tempted to ask the pretty prepster to vouch for her skills, but she wasn’t one to out a closeted person maliciously. However, she also wasn’t above holding back her bewitching pussy from someone who wouldn’t stand up and admit her own truth, and Janice had definitely been sniffing around for another turn.

Brittany had been momentarily speechless at the nasty butch’s outrageous words, but when she saw the spiky-haired bitch teasing one of her friends, she found her tongue.

“I knew it,” she sneered. “I knew this was all just a bad April Fool’s prank, because you’re such a clown everything you do is a joke – a really bad joke.”

Cameron’s eyes snapped back to the blonde, blazing almost as much as the queen bitch cheerleader’s. But then she smiled wryly and said, “The only bad joke around here is the sad sex you’re putting up with in order to ride around in a Porsche. But like I said, take a ride with me and I’ll definitely show you what you’ve been missing.” The lesbian was only 18 but well beyond her years in reading people and she saw the slight waver in the beautiful girl’s rigid stance as she took in her proposition. Yes, indeed, the seeds had been planted to make this privileged, blonde, stuck-up bitch her pet.

“You fucking bitch, I’m going to….” Brittany began, but Cameron cut her off mid-sentence.

“You’ll never be the same again,” she repeated, then blew a small kiss at the girl before turning and walking away, knowing when to leave.

“Don’t you dare walk away from me,” Brittany said, feeling her cheeks burn in rage.

“What is going on here?” Mr.Groom asked. The Vice Principal was not a man to be messed with. He was ex-military, head shaved and arms tattooed.

“Nothing, Mr. Groom,” Brittany shifted from rage to charm gümüşhane escort in a heartbeat.

“Good,” he said, not wanting any drama for the lousy 14 extra dollars he got for this long hour of cafeteria supervision.

Once the vice principal was gone, Brittany said to her friends, “I’m going to see Mrs. Barber again right now.”

After another futile discussion with her annoying teacher, who had the gall to say, “Cameron could be good for you,” she was resigned to her fate.

At the end of the day, Brittany walked up to the butch, who was chatting with two other nobodies. “When can we meet and get this done with?”

Cameron turned to look at the cheerleader. “You changed your mind already?”

“What?” Brittany asked, instantly annoyed.

“Do you want me to eat your pussy or fuck you like no man can?” Cameron asked, showing no fear, only brazen confidence.

“God, no,” Brittany said, “that is disgusting.”

“That is not my experience,” Cameron said.

“Can you come to my house tonight so we can get this stupid fucking project done?”

“No, but you can come to mine,” Cameron said.

“I don’t think so,” Brittany said, the idea of going to this butch bitch’s house repulsive.

“You know I live in the same gated community you do, right?”

“You do?”

“Yes, my daddy makes just as much money as your daddy,” Cameron smirked. “In fact, they golf together.”

“Whatever, fine, we just need to get this over with,” Brittany said.

“Actually, most of my ‘study-buddies’ never want a ‘study session’ with me to end,” Cameron said, in full throttle ahead mode.

“Jesus, you are worse than a guy,” the cheerleader said. “Well, whatever is in your twisted mind is never going to happen.”

“Never say never,” Cameron said.

“Never, never, never,” Brittany repeated, used to handling this kind of aggression from a guy.

“Okay, okay,” Cameron said, putting her hand up. “I was just razzing you.”

“I just want this over with,” Brittany said. “How about eight?”

“Eight is great,” Cameron smiled. “My address is 14 Wilson Court.”

Brittany turned and walked away, frustrated at how the big girl didn’t seem to fear her or bow down to her… that wasn’t the world she was accustomed to. Hell, she’d even agreed to go to the freak’s house. Fuck. Whatever.

Cameron turned back to her friends, “I’m going to fuck her so good.”

…..

Brittany came directly from cheerleading practice and as such was still in her outfit.

“You dressed up for me,” Cameron greeted warmly in baggy jeans and a plaid shirt as she admired her ripe, hot prey.

“In your dreams,” Brittany said, as she walked in and past the butch. She was surprised to see that lesbian nobody had a bigger house than her.

“Dreams cum true,” the butch responded, her surprisingly sultry voice making it clear she meant the naughty version of ‘cum’.

“I’m serious, is that all you think about?” Brittany asked.

“Not all,” Cameron shrugged, “but a fair amount. Don’t you?”

“No,” Brittany said. While she used sex to get what she wanted, she didn’t actually enjoy it that much. She really didn’t like giving head and despised swallowing, but that was the price you paid to have a college boyfriend. While intercourse was fine, she had never once come from it other than with a toy or her fingers. While Brian was hot and had an amazing body, his dick was only five inches, and he usually came within two or three minutes.

“Well, then your college boy toy isn’t doing his job,” Cameron said, “otherwise you’d be horny as fuck all the time.”

“Can we just get to work?” Brittany asked, seriously baffled by this girl’s aggressiveness. Was lesbian sex so hot that it really had the girl constantly horny thinking about it? Or was the bitch still just messing with her? This April Fool’s Day joke from Hell just wouldn’t end.

“Of course,” Cameron said, “follow me.”

“I’m not sure I even want to see your bedroom,” Brittany said.

Cameron izmir escort actually led her to the kitchen. “Can I get you a drink?”

“Do you have Coke Zero?”

“I think so,” Cameron said, opening the fridge. She grabbed a Coke Zero and an A doesn’t he want to keep eating your sweet peach until you have to push him away after too many orgasms?”

Brittany snorted. “Hardly. I think he’s afraid of getting cooties.” She gasped and almost covered her mouth with her hand as she realized what intimate, private information she had just shared with this deviant. But Cameron’s response shocked her in a different way than she’d expected.

“But I bet he has no problem shoving his thing through your lips after it’s been wrapped up in his tighty-whities all day, tasting of sweat and drops of piss.”

Brittany’s face went all lemony again, but this time because of Cameron’s words.

She could taste and had tasted Brian and other boys.

“You know what I like best about making love to a girl with my mouth?” Cameron purred in that surprising voice that made the social princess feel heat in her lower belly.

Brittany knew she shouldn’t encourage anymore of this twisted conversation, but she gulped and said, “What?” She was remembering her otherwise straight friends Amber and Debbie cooing about letting girls eat them, and now she was oddly curious about this butch’s words on the subject.

“Her orgasms.”

The cheerleader took note of the plural and swallowed again.

“Feeling her whole body trembling under my lips and tongue,” the girl in plaid continued. “And the indescribable taste of her cum as she washes my face with her passion.”

“Oh.” Just as she’d been able to internalize the butch’s words about a guy forcing his dirty prick into her mouth, Brittany now found herself imagining coming under someone else’s attention rather than her own. Coming again and again until she couldn’t take anymore… that had never happened with another person or even with her fingers or toys. Her body shivered and her poorly serviced cunny dampened.

Cameron was loving the haughty bitch’s body language in response to her descriptions of the joys of cunnilingus and decided to take another step along the path of seduction. She could sense her plan for scoring her latest turn was working better than she had even envisioned.

“Trust me, there is nothing quite like a sweet pussy,” Cameron said, “both eating and being eaten.” Then she suddenly seemed to register she had a massive prick in her hand and held it up. “Of course, like I told you earlier, we also fuck better than boys.”

Looking at the dangerous looking beast brought Brittany back to herself a bit and she reminded herself she was straight, and this masculine bitch was a social outcast.

“Well,” she said a bit scornfully, “even that big, it’s still just a hunk of plastic… that isn’t real fucking, now, is it?”

“Just a hunk of plastic, eh?” Cameron growled as she suddenly closed in the other girl and thrust the wicked tool into Brittany’s small hand. “Does that feel like just a hunk of plastic?”

“Hey,” the shocked girl gasped. Then she muttered in immediate awe of the toy, “So heavy. So soft. So hard,” as she really took it in with both her sight and her touch. Besides being long, it was fat and had realistic moulded veins and a mushroom head. She wondered what a dick this big would feel like inside her. It was four inches longer than her vibe and also substantially thicker than her toy… and forget about comparing it to Brian.

“Tell me, how long does your college boyfriend last?” Cameron asked, as if reading the other teen’s thoughts about her lover’s inadequacies.

“What?”

“How long does he last before he comes?” Cameron reworded. “I mean, does he last long enough to make you come too?”

Brittany was silent.

“Your lack of an answer is an answer,” the sly seductress said, as she reached out and ran her fingers down the length of the obscene object clutched in the hand of her flustered blonde prey. “I’m guessing you have never come from getting fucked, let alone being eaten.”

“Can we talk about something else?” Brittany asked, feeling uncomfortable and slightly embarrassed, even as she unconsciously ran the tip of her thumb along the soft ridges of the toy’s authentic-looking frenulum

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Your panties slid to the side easily. The soaked fabric giving way as I found your swollen messy cunt once more. My other hand teasing your ass, groping you forcefully as you squirmed in my grip.

Your tight hole opened willingly for me as one, and then two fingers found their way in slowly. Just the very tips. Teasing you as your eyes found mine. Almost begging in their intense stare. The pure need welling up in them was intoxicating.

“Would you like to find the bathroom or should I fuck you right here?”

The question whispered breathily into your ear, fingers still barely inside your sopping hole.

“L..lets..get some privacy.”

Your response barely able to be made out over the heavy bass. I slid my fingertips from you and helped you situate your dress back down. Leaving a trail of cum down your legs as I did. Goodness, you were so wet already.

We weaved through the crowd. Fingers intertwined. Anticipation nipping at the corners of our minds. The woman’s bathroom seemed less crowded than it normally did as it appeared in my sight.

“Perfect.” I turned to you and winked.

Your face immediately giving away how desperate you were van escort to cum tonight. I’m not sure what demons provoked you to join me but praise the darkness for them.

We slipped away into the bathroom. The clubs obnoxious music quieting as the door closed behind us. Our lips met immediately. Yours were soft and full against mine. I savored the lingering taste of alcohol on your breath. Letting you glid it in and out of my mouth. Twirling our tongues together in a battle no one loses.

I guided you gently towards the back handicap stall. Letting my body press against you as we tumbled back. Leg in leg. Locking the door behind us, I pushed your back to the wall.

Gripping your thigh roughly and lifting your leg up around my hip. Grinding my hip into you slowly. Your panties hot against me. Wet to the point of dripping almost. My lips found your neck. Placing nibbles and gentle kisses along you. Your shoulders. Your collar bone. Back up to kiss across your exquisite jaw line. You were a masterpiece. Even in this dank bathroom. Half drunk and pathetically desperate.

“Fucking christ, I don’t even know your name.” You moaned out in yalova escort exasperation.

This only evoked a small giggle out of me. Barely stopping the rain of kisses placed along you.

“Let’s take this dress of off you…we’ll call you my little fuck toy for now.”

“You may call me K.” I probed your eyes for any resistance to this agreement.

You only met me with excitement. Brimming out from the toothy smile plastered over your elegant face. The juxtaposition was funny for a quick second. Almost innocent in its vulnerability. Your eyes portrayed a side of you I wasn’t expecting to see during a quickie in the bathroom. It only made me want to please you more. Give myself to you fully tonight.

Hands finding the straps to your dress, you dropped it skillfully. Exposing the red lace bra and black panties underneath. A cliché combo but you could pull off anything with curves like that.

Your breasts were full and lush in your push up. Spilling out the top, barely able to fit the fullness of them in.

Legs stocky and muscular. Hips wide. I was sweating just being in your damn presence at this point but I wanted to çorlu escort keep control so I held my composure.

“Please darling, find your way to your knees for me. Mouth open.”

You did as you were told. Mouth agape as you slowly found your way to the cold linoleum. Kneeling gracefully in your heels. Exposed for only me to see right now. I stood above you taking in the scenery for a moment. Enjoying your submission and how easily it was to attain.

I flicked the button to my jeans loose and let them drop to my ankles. My blue silk panties visibly wet.

“Come here lovely.” I whispered.

You crawled forward. Meeting me at my feet. One hand found the tip of your head. Guiding you towards my swollen cunt. I pushed you in and listened to you gasp excitedly. Your tongue reaching out to lick the insides of my thighs. Flicking over the fabric of my panties to taste me.

I let you savor the moment for a bit. The sounds of our moans beginning to echo in the silence of the bathroom. Dropping my panties slowly, I let you breath for a moment. The smell of my pussy fresh on your face. Cheeks wet already from your residual spit and my wetness.

You watched patiently as I kicked off my shoes and pants. Stepping out of my panties and leaning against the wall.

“Take off the rest of your clothes….but leave the heels on.”

I smirked at you. You smiled back, enticed by the sudden dominance exuding off of me.

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Once upon a time, there was a girl called Emily, and she was feeling horny. Bored and horny. Work was slow. She had just completed a rather emotionally draining story in her Angels hadn’t we all? I adopted a suitably patient tone. “But they are meeting your mother, right?”

The reply seemed to cause Whitney great effort. “Oh yeah. Well, I guess, knowing Mom, they’ll be an eternity.”

She went back to her phone. This wasn’t so helpful. I thought I’d try just one more time. “See, I’ve got this woman, who wants to book them both today. I was just wondering what to tell her.”

Suddenly Whitney’s ennui was no more. She stood up and there was a brightness in her voice. “Woman? OK, let me talk to her.”

She held out her arm expectantly and I found myself giving her the handset. I reflected that Whitney could be her mother’s daughter when she wanted something enough.

Whitney purred almost seductively into the phone. “Hello… Both? Of course. And when…? That’s fine. And the duration…? Got it. I just need the address…”

The words that she used were without adornment, but Whitney imbued each syllable with a dripping sensuality, her tongue caressing the sounds as they left her mouth. I began to feel somewhat aroused myself. Too distracted, I reflected, to do anything before she had put the phone down grinning in triumph.

I had a bad feeling about this. “Whit, what did you do?”

“Nothing, El, want to go for a drive? It’s quite close.”

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Emily could hardly contain herself. She hoped that she was doing the right thing. It felt OK, but she had screwed up so often in her life. She pulled out her phone, and re-read her boyfriend’s messages. They couldn’t really be any more clear. The camera, fuck! It was in the basement studio. Emily went down the stairs from the kitchen, memories flooding her overactive mind.

His camera was already attached to a tripod, how convenient. But before she carried it up, Emily opened a dresser, and removed some garments. In a second drawer, she found some nylon hose. It had been her idea to store some pertinent things down here, making them easily accessible when needed.

With fragments of lace in one hand and the camera in the other, Emily returned to the first floor, and then ascended to the second. Her burdens were not heavy, and she was in great shape, but nevertheless, her heart pounded and her breath came quickly.

A thought crossed Emily’s mind, ‘you didn’t ask about the video, better do that when they arrive.’

Emily’s phone bleeped, informing her that the visitors were only five minutes away. Barely time to get dressed.

Emily had just finished clipping the second leg to her garter belt, when the doorbell rang. She debated whether to throw on a robe, but decided to be bold. Her heels weren’t really designed with stairs in mind, but she managed to negotiate them without injury… just.

Emily’s shoes sounded loud on the hardwood floor. She worried that they probably weren’t the best thing for the trabzon escort surface, but no time to think about that now. Cautiously she opened the door, and half collapsed in astonishment.

One of the visitors caught her, she was surprisingly strong and agile for her size. The other helped to get Emily to a chair, where she sat recovering.

The first visitor inquired whether Emily would like a glass of water. She declined and finally found her voice. “You… you are both… I don’t know how else to say it… me.”

The second visitor replied. “Didn’t you know? When I saw you, I immediately assumed that’s why you chose them… er… us.”

Emily thought back. Of course one thing that had caught her attention had been the photos of the girls on the agency site. Blonde, petite, skinny. She thought that maybe it might be fun to be with some women a bit like her, not some perfect pneumatic beauties. But the faces had been blurred, and she had had no idea. And now she was sitting facing — what? — her two verdreifachengängers?

The first visitor added her thoughts. “I kinda thought the same as my friend. Is this OK, we could…”

Emily interrupted her. “Yeah, it’s OK. It’s more than OK. I’ve always been a terrible narcissist, so what could be more perfect? It’s just… just a bit of a surprise.”

The girls looked at each other and said in unison, “we were a little surprised ourselves.”

Smiling, as if their joint reply somehow pleased her, the first girl continued. “Well then, maybe some introductions. I’m W… um… Emma. And this is Lily. Strange to say, we’re not related, just good friends.”

“Very good friends,” added Lily. “And we really like to fuck other girls. Would you like that?”

Emily grinned broadly. “I think I’d like that an awful lot. Shall we…? You can leave your coats down here.”

Suddenly a thought occurred to her. “You got my CashApp transfer, right?”

Lily answered, “yes, I… I mean our receptionist, of course, confirmed the transaction, we are all good.”

With that, Emma and Lily disrobed. Emily laughed. “We’ll have to keep our lingerie on, it’s the only way to tell us apart. Red for Emma. White for Lily. And pink for me. What could be simpler?”

Emily took each girl by the hand, and together they teetered to the master bedroom.

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Emily held open the door and let Emma and Lily enter the room before her. They were both wearing thongs that were identical save for color. Emily enjoyed the sight of their firm, but supple cheeks wobbling as they walked past her. ‘Maybe my butt isn’t so bony after all,’ she thought. Her heart was now thumping in her chest and — by the feel of things — her panties were getting extremely wet.

Emma turned and addressed her client. “Well, Emily, what can we do for you? There’s not much we won’t consider.”

As Emma spoke, her and Lily moved together, arms wrapping around waists, then lips meeting. It would have been erotic enough for Emily to be tunceli escort watching any two women, but two who were close facsimiles of her, this was kinda crazy, and super, super hot.

Still, Emily felt a bit unsure. “I think I need a little time to adjust, could you, like, maybe… play with each other for a bit?”

Again Emma took the lead. “Sure.” She nodded in the direction of the camera. “And do you want to turn that on first, maybe make sure the bed is center frame?”

Emily blushed. “Oh, that. Well, my boyfriend gave me a pass. But he was… kinda interested. You know guys. Is it OK?”

Lily spoke for once. “Of course, but no posting it anywhere. We have… er… very sophisticated tech that… er… can detect stuff like that. It’s called, um… Lucyvision.”

Emily had never heard of anything like that and wondered if Lily was making it up. But she had no desire to do anything beyond share the video with her boyfriend. “Of course, no social media, cross my heart, and hope to die.”

Lily replied with great earnestness. “You really don’t want to wish for that, not with Lucy… er… vision.”

Emma laughed. “Stupid towhead, it’s a turn of phrase.” She turned to Emily. “It’s all cool.”

Emily hoped it was, something about the serious tone of Lily’s voice had been a little unsettling. She shook the concern out of her head and focussed on other things.

Emily knew that she had already aligned the camera perfectly. She was used to helping her boyfriend with his hobby, their shared hobby, more like. So, instead, she just picked up a remote from the top of a dresser and pressed record. Then she pulled a chair to sit close to the bed, giving her an excellent view.

Emma and Lily returned to kissing, but now with rising passion. Emily leaned forward to see more clearly, and simultaneously moved her feet further apart. Her finger-tips confirmed what she had guessed about the moisture level of her panties. As the two other girls climbed onto the bed, mouths still locked together, Emily bit her own lip and started to rub. This was a lot better than porn.

Emma and Lily were now kneeling on the bed, facing each other, and Emma’s tongue was deep in Lily’s mouth. Emily could see from how both girls’ chests rose and fell that they were getting carried away.

She spoke up. “I know I said to keep the lingerie on, but…”

Reaching behind her back, Emily found the clasp of her bra and undid the three hooks. In other circumstances, she would have felt embarrassed about her very modest chest, but what was there to be shy of when everyone shared an anatomy?

Lily and Emma both smiled approvingly at Emily, and began to mimic her actions, each loosening the other’s bra, and letting the scraps of lace fall onto the bed. Emma swiveled ninety degrees. “There is one way to tell us apart. She cupped her humble breasts, and, as she moved her hands slightly up and down, rods of platinum gleamed in either nipple. “Nice aren’t they?”

Turning back uşak escort to her partner, Emma squeezed Lily’s unadorned and equally tiny mounds. Gently at first, then with increasing pressure. Lily closed her eyes and savored the intensity. Then Emma bowed and kissed Lily’s nipples in turn. Tilting her head to look at Emily, she began to lick and suck. Lily started to moan and run her fingers through Emma’s blonde locks, pulling the other girl to her.

As Emma progressed on to biting, Emily pinched her own nipple hard with one hand, and increased the frequency with which she massaged her crotch with the other. She felt desire surge in her, and desperately wanted to join the others. But she told herself to wait, to wait just for a little while.

But Emily did want more. Standing up, she said, “maybe this next.”

She hooked her fingers into her panties’ elastic, and eased them over her hips, then down her legs. Straightening up, Emily pushed her hips a little forward and put a hand on either outer labia. A slight sideways pressure opened her sticky inner lips. She ran a fingertip across her glistening opening, and licked the juices off of it. “I guess you are having the intended effect, girls,” she grinned.

Emma got the idea, gripped Lily’s panties, and dragged them down. Putting a hand between the other girl’s legs, she too licked the viscous juices off of her digits. Lilly reciprocated, giving a cat who got the creamy bits smile as she tasted Emma’s secretions.

All three girls were now in just garter belts, thigh highs, and heels. Emily bent and took each shoe off. “They are pretty, but maybe it’s time to stop looking, and move on to other things.”

Emma and Lily both shed their stilettos as Emily came and joined them on the the bed. Within their little triangle, mouths met mouths, hands caressed skin, fingers found places they could probe, and sighs and soft moans filled the air.

Perhaps aware of their obligations to the client, Emma gently pushed Emily down onto her back. She moved and straddled her face, while Lily took up position between Emily’s bent legs. Emma sounded almost predatory as she said, “nothing like licking pussy while you are being eaten out, right?” As Emma had already lowered her body, Emily’s reply was entirely muffled.

But then, as Lily got to work, even Emma’s flesh pushed hard onto Emily’s face couldn’t entirely mute the increasing volume of her groans. As she felt the reverberations of Emily’s surging stimulation, Emma raised herself slightly. Lily continued to be busy with tongue and fingers, and Emily was now rolling her head from side to side, her teeth clenched and hissing, “please, please, please.”

Emma moved a hand between her legs and began to rub furiously. With her other hand, she pinched a nipple rolling her flesh against the metal within it. Looking back, she smiled encouragement at Lily, her partner’s face buried in Emily’s now throbbing loins.

Emily threw her head back, eyes tight closed, Lily’s oral and digital assault driving her passion to unbearable levels. Her pleading turned into wordless moans, then a drawn out scream. Emma’s frantic massaging had caught her up to Emily and, as her client clamorously climaxed, Emma also threw her head back and wailed, while her gushing juices bathed Emily’s face.

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1

I stumbled out of my car, tucking my shirt in and kicking the door closed. Of all the days to be late. My shoes skidded on loose gravel as I booked it up the driveway, towards the looming mansion. It was an impressive building, with pillars two stories high and a balcony dripping with greenery. The huge bay windows were warm with flickering candlelight.

Hurrying up onto the porch, I took hold of a door knocker and rapped it twice. I put a hand to my chest, feeling my pounding heart, and took a deep breath.

Just a moment later, a young woman answered the door. She wore a neat black dress, the hem just brushing her knees, and an apron tied around her waist. “Yes?”

“Hi, I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m with catering?”

Her gaze flickered over my uniform. “Oh, of course. Come with me, Miss St. James just asked me to get everyone together.”

“I’m really sorry,” I said, following her through a foyer with a sweeping high ceiling. “I’m never late like this, it’s just there was a crash on the highway and I was stuck for like half an hour.”

“It’s alright,” she said. Her heels clicked across the polished hardwood floor. “The guests haven’t even started arriving yet. Have you had much experience with vampires?”

I hurried to keep up with her as we turned down a hallway. “No ma’am, not much.”

“Alright, well, don’t be too nervous. You’re under the protection of the lady of the house, for tonight, no one’s going to hurt you. I’d recommend you avoid looking in their eyes, though, vampiric persuasion is a powerful thing. And you should know that Miss St. James can tell what you’re thinking.”

“She- Can she?”

“Mm hm. Just do your best to focus on your job. And if you have a thought you’re trying not to think, try reciting multiplication tables in my head. It works for me.”

“…Okay.”

“Here we are.” She pulled open a door for me.

All the catering staff was already packed into the kitchen. My boss glared at me from over by the cast iron stove. I clasped my hands behind my back and tried to ignore her.

I felt a hand on my arm. “Excuse me.”

I moved to the side, glancing over to see one of the most gorgeous women I’d ever come across. She was nearly a full head taller than me, her hair falling past her hips in dark, silky waves, with just a touch of gray by her temples. Her maroon dress hugged all her ample curves, a slit up the side revealing a sliver of soft brown thigh. She flashed a smile as she stepped around me, and I saw pair of fangs. This was Miss St. James.

“Good evening, everyone,” she said, taking her place in front of the island. “I just wanted to take a quick moment to thank you all, everything looks absolutely beautiful.”

I met her eyes before remembering the warning I’d just been given. I quickly dropped my gaze and ended up staring at her cleavage instead. My face growing hot, I opted to avoid looking at her altogether, studying the tiles under my feet. In my defense, the swell of her breasts in that lowcut dress was hard to ignore. I couldn’t help but imagine how soft they’d feel.

Oh, God, I needed my brain to shut up. Quick, Maggie, what’s nine times eight?

“Before things get too busy, does anyone have any questions for me?” Miss St. James asked. “No? Well, then don’t work yourselves too hard, and if any of my guests treat you poorly, make sure to let me know so that I can deal with them. I won’t abide rudeness under my roof.”

She was clearly comfortable in her authority, and I found that even more attractive than her appearance. If she told me to do anything in that kind but firm tone, I had a feeling I’d obey.

“Well, I believe that’s all.” She clapped her hands together. “Don’t let me keep you.”

I gratefully ducked out the door. Leaning against the wall as the rest of the staff filed out, I closed my eyes to gather myself.

This was just hopeless. All the math problems in the world couldn’t have distracted me from how I was feeling. I was just going to have to do my best to avoid her for the rest of the night, before I embarrassed myself even more.

“Could I steal you for just a moment?” I heard someone ask. “I have a little job for you.”

My eyes flew back open. Miss St. James was standing right in front of me.

“I-” I faltered. “I, ah. Sure.”

“Perfect.” She turned, starting off down the hall. “Come with me, dear.”

Okay. urfa escort This would be fine. I just needed to keep my head out of the gutter for two minutes, two minutes, please, for the love of God. I followed after her.

“What’s your name?” She asked, as we walked.

“Maggie.”

“Isn’t that cute. Maggie, I’m going to have you stand by the front door for me. All my guests need to be invited in, you understand.”

“Oh. Um, my boss is probably going to want me to serve tables.”

“Yes, well, I want you to do this.” She glanced over at me. “Don’t worry about your boss, I’ll handle her.”

“Okay,” I squeaked out. Another thought sprang unbidden into my head: she could handle me, too, if she wanted.

Miss St. James smiled at me, coming to a stop in the foyer. “I’m going to wait in here and play hostess, you go ahead and stand out on the porch. I’ll come to relieve you when everyone has arrived.”

“Yes ma’am,” I said, and scurried out the front door.

2

My new task was easy enough. I held the door open for the guests, giving a quick, “Hello! Please come in.” to each of them. They were all unnaturally beautiful, dressed in clothes that would have cost me a couple months rent. A few thanked me, but most swept past without any acknowledgement. Ah, well. That was par for the course for a catering event, especially one as fancy as this.

The crowd eventually slowed to a trickle, and then I was alone. I leaned on the porch railing, enjoying the feeling of a mild breeze on my face.

The door opened again.

“My goodness, they’re a talkative bunch,” Miss St. James said. She took a seat on the bench swing and patted the spot next to her. “Come sit with me for a moment, Maggie. I need a little fresh air, and I’d like some company.”

I should have made up some excuse, gotten myself away from her.

I didn’t do that.

Sitting down beside her, I stared down at my hands.

“You’re allowed to look at me, you know,” she said, absently swinging the both of us back and forth. “I don’t mind.”

My cheeks burned. “I- I wasn’t- I didn’t-“

She gave a light laugh. “Oh, honey. Don’t get shy, now, it’s alright.” She touched the back of her hand to my brow, her skin cool and soothing. “Most humans find us appealing, it’s perfectly natural.”

I could’ve died of embarrassment. I tried desperately to clear my head, which of course only made matters worse. My mind raced with scenarios of her ordering me around, her stripping me down, her playing with me just to amuse herself. I was blushing so hard I must have been beet red.

“Oh, God.” I put my face in my hands. “Sorry, I’m sorry, I’m really not trying to- I- I don’t mean to be disrespectful, it’s just-“

“I know, it’s alright.” She tucked a stray hand of hair behind my ear, a smile flickering across her lips. “You just can’t help yourself, can you? Poor thing.”

I groaned. At this point, she must have been toying with me on purpose. I felt her hand on my thigh and almost jumped up off the bench.

“You know, I’ve seen all manner of thoughts about me,” she said. “Yours are actually kind of sweet. You just want to please me, don’t you?”

“I, um.”

She leaned in close, her hand traveling further up my thigh. “Do you know what would really please me?”

I squirmed under her touch. “Wh- Ah. What?”

“If you would go upstairs, to the third floor, second room on the right, and wait for me. Can you do that?”

Was she serious? Regardless, I shouldn’t. I was still at work, technically, I really shouldn’t.

“Okay,” I said anyway.

“Ah, good girl.” She kissed my neck, just behind the curve of my jaw, and I think I might have whimpered a bit. “Run along, then, I’ll be with you shortly.”

God, was I that easy? Apparently, because I was already eagerly getting to my feet.

“Oh, and Maggie?”

I paused at the door. “Ma’am?”

“I’d like you to have your clothes off by the time I get there. Alright?”

“Okay, I’ll- Yeah, okay.”

3

The room she’d sent me to had a massive four-poster bed, with thick velvet drapes surrounding it. A standing lamp washed everything in soft orange light, and the air was tinged with the scent of incense. Hands shaking, I loosened my tie, unbuttoned my shirt. I stripped down to just my underwear and bra, and then proceeded to stand there sivas escort awkwardly.

After a moment, I started wandering around the room. Miss St. James had a walk-in closet, meticulously organized, her shoes all in a neat row. Her adjoining bathroom was full of smooth black marble, with a tub big enough you could almost swim in it. As I picked up a little nude statue from the beside table, the door swung open, and I fumbled, nearly dropping it.

Carefully, I set the statue back down. “Hi, sorry, hi.”

“I believe I asked you to take off your clothes,” Miss St. James said. Crossing over to me, she traced a finger along the waistband of my underwear. “All of them, please.”

“Oh. Right, sorry, I’m sorry.” I wriggled out of my bra, painfully aware of her eyes on my body. I nearly tripped myself with my own underwear.

“Don’t hurt yourself, dear,” she said, amusement in her tone.

I blushed and straightened up. “I’m fine, I’m good.”

“Good.” She drew back one of the drapes “Go ahead and lie down.”

I climbed into the bed. The comforter was beautifully soft. I lay on my back and, suddenly feeling very exposed, wrapped my arms around myself.

When Miss St. James came to join me, she’d discarded her dress, and now wore just a silky slip. She sat at my side. “Put your hands up and hold on to the headboard for me.”

Hesitantly, I did as she said, stretching my arms up and slipping my fingers beneath the smooth wood of the headboard.

“Good, just like that. Keep them there.” She glided a hand over my body, making me shiver. “Tell me something, Maggie. What are some of your fantasies?”

My mind helpfully conjured up all the most embarrassing porn and erotica I’d ever enjoyed. Stuff from when I was already halfway into a masturbation session, and too horny to be ashamed. “Um.”

She laughed, leaning down to kiss me. “Oh, you don’t really have to answer. I just love how flustered you get.” Brushing my hair back, she studied my face. “A lot of femdom stuff though, huh?”

I squeezed my eyes shut. “Do you have to read my mind?”

“Mm, no, but you just make it too much fun.” She straddled my hips and started kissing her way down my neck. “You should see how red your face is.”

“That’s- That’s not fair,” I protested, my breath hitching as she pressed slow, hot kisses to my breasts.

She took my nipple between her lips, circling it lazily with her tongue and making my body arch towards her, before saying with a smile, “If you hate it that much, you’re free to leave.”

Of course, she knew I wouldn’t leave.

Humming contentedly to herself, she kissed and licked my nipples. Her own breasts rested on my stomach, nearly falling out the top of her slip. God, I was wet. I parted my legs, hoping to urge her lower.

She propped herself up on her elbows, smiling. “Do you want something?”

I chewed the inside of my cheek. “You know.”

“I do, yes, but I want to hear you say it.”

“Oh my God. I- I can’t.”

She put a hand on my cheek. “Look at me, sweetheart; what do you want?”

Looking down at her, I forced out, “Will you- Can- Can you go down on me?”

“I’d love to,” she said, sweetly enough that it verged into condescension.

Unfortunately, that just turned me on more.

She slipped down between my legs and put her hands on my knees, pushing them further apart. Achingly slowly, she trailed kisses all the way up my inner thigh, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin, before moving on to the other thigh and staring all over again. My hips bucked involuntarily.

She splayed a hand against my stomach, holding me down, and I realized she was a lot stronger than she looked. “Wait. I’m getting there.”

She took her time kissing all over my navel, my hips, before finally spreading my lips. I gasped when she gently kissed my clit. She flattened her tongue, dragging it along the length of my pussy.

“Can you do that a- a little harder?” I panted. “Please?”

“Well, thank you for asking so politely,” she said, switching to rubbing my clit with her thumb. “But no. You’re adorable when you’re getting desperate, I think I’ll keep you here a little longer.”

I moaned, my head falling back. She used her whole mouth to eat me out, like she was sloppily making out with my pussy. It felt amazing, but she was going so slow that I tekirdağ escort could barely stand it. Reaching down, I buried a hand in her hair.

“Ah.” She crawled on top of me, grabbing my wrist, and deliberately placed my hand back on the headboard. “What did I say?”

I sank down into the mattress. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be impatient.” Smiling, she worked a hand back down between my legs and stroked my clit with the lightest whisper of a touch. “I can drag this out even longer if you don’t want to behave.”

“No, I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “I’m sorry, I’ll behave.”

“Will you?”

“Yes, I swear. Whatever you want, just, please. Please can you rub me a little harder.”

“Ooh, I like that.” She was still barely touching me. “Beg me some more.”

I groaned in frustration, but my dignity was fading fast. “Please, I can’t take it. I need more, please.” I tried to grind into her hand, but she pulled it back.

Giggling, she settled back down between my thighs. She peppered light kisses around my pussy. “Do you?”

“Yes. Miss St. James, please.” I squirmed under her feathery touches. “P-Please stop teasing me.”

“I don’t know, I’m having a wonderful time, personally.” She circled a finger around my clit. “I love the cute little noises you make, maybe I just shouldn’t let you cum at all.”

“No, please.” I was whining now. “Please, I’ll do anything.”

“Oh, will you, now? Here, look at me.”

That was a bad idea.

I looked at her.

She had beautiful eyes, deep, rich brown and ringed with dark lashes. Her gaze held mine unwaveringly.

“Will you let me drink from you?” she asked.

My head was spinning. Her fingers slipped through my folds, teasing my entrance, and I whimpered. “Are- Are you going to- Will that kill me?”

“Oh, no, dear, I’ll be very careful. I like you, I think I want to keep you around for awhile.”

I hesitated. “Does it hurt?”

“Only a little. Besides, I think you’ll like it.”

It was getting harder to think straight. Everything in me wanted to say yes to her, and although I knew there were reasons I shouldn’t, I couldn’t quite conjure them up. She’d be careful. She liked me.

And she really had such beautiful eyes.

“Okay,” I said. “Okay, do it.”

“Such a sweet girl, thank you.” She kissed my hip. “Are you ready?”

I nodded, squeezing my eyes shut and gripping the headboard.

She slipped her fingers inside me, and I gasped. Her thumb worked my clit, finally giving me the friction I needed, and her fingers curled against my g-spot.

“Fuck.” I threw my head back. “Oh my God.”

My orgasm built quickly, my breathing growing ragged. Just as my pleasure crested, she sank her fangs into my thigh. I covered my mouth to muffle a scream. The sharp pain only took me higher, euphoria flooding my body as I came on her fingers.

4

I opened my eyes, disoriented, to find myself propped up against the pillows. Miss St. James was pressing a gauze pad against my thigh.

I put a hand to my forehead. “What happened?”

“You passed out for a moment,” she said. Her mouth was stained with blood, a few drops rolling down her chin. “I’m sorry, I must have taken a bit too much. Here, put pressure on this.”

She guided my hand to the gauze, before slipped off the bed. Through a part in the drapes, I could see her picking up a corded phone.

“Edith? I need you to come dress a wound. Yes, in my room.” She covered the receiver, noticing my alarmed expression. “Don’t worry, she’s very discreet.” Speaking into the phone again, she added. “Bring a glass of water with you, and something sweet. Do we have cookies? Perfect, thank you.”

She briefly disappeared into the bathroom, and I heard the faucet come on. A moment later, she returned with a clean face and a silky robe in her hands.

“Here, honey, sit up a bit.”

I pushed myself up, letting her help me into the robe. She covered up my bare chest, cinching the belt around my waist.

“There you go.” She patted my cheek. “How are you feeling?”

“Oh, good, yeah, I’m good,” I said. “That was… Thank you.”

“Anytime.” Tipping my chin up, she looked deep into my eyes. “Listen, I would love it if you’d stay with me for awhile. Let me have just a little bit of your blood every now and then, and I’ll take very, very good care of you. How does that sound?”

Like heaven. All thoughts of other wants, of my responsibilities, dissipated from my mind as I stared up at her, enraptured.

“Good,” I said. “It sounds good.”

“Beautiful.” She kissed me, deeply, her tongue pushing into my mouth, leaving me breathless. “Then we have a deal.”

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Under The Full Moon

A Short Story by Baref00t1

Being a first-year law student placed a lot of demands on Vivian’s time. If she wasn’t in the library researching case histories for her criminal justice class, she was studying at home. It seemed as though she never had time to enjoy a quiet moment without worrying about wasting her time when she should be studying.

Vivian was extremely competitive. She was striving to be the top student in her class. She proved that to her professors by her exceptional work ethic; and her determination was paying off. Other students in her classes were jealous of her because the professors were always complimenting her on the thoroughness of her work – especially in her preparations and her willingness to dig deep into the law in order to defend her arguments in mock trials.

Everyone thought that Vivian was just naturally talented. Some of that was true. But they did not see the hours of extra time she put into her studies that aided in making herself seem like a natural to be a successful lawyer. It was often frustrating and tiring. She would occasionally break down and cry – wondering if all the effort she was putting in to get her law degree was worth it.

Law school had taken its toll on her personal life. She worried about losing her long-time partner, Madison, even though Madison assured her that she was in the relationship for the long haul. The guilt that Vivian suffered from not spending time with Madison weighed heavily on her. She felt guilty that Madison was stuck in job that she hated so that she could help Vivian pay for law school, rent, food, and other necessities.

Vivian often thought about how she would be able to make up for lost time with Madison when she finally finished law school and secured a position in a prestigious firm; but to get there, she would have to stay diligent and immerse herself in her studies.

Vivian had been studying for hours. Her thoughts were beginning to drift back to when she and Madison started dating. Madison was a very adventurous lover. Madison introduced Vivian to many new sexual experiences, including the fetish scene. She recalled that Madison would get particularly kinky when there was a full moon.

Out of curiosity, Vivian searched the internet for when the next full moon would appear. The answer she found was that it was happening tonight! Vivian looked back at her homework and said, “Fuck it. I need a break. I need to treat Madison to a special night.”

She looked at the time and realized that Madison would be home in roughly an hour. Vivian closed her laptop. She got up from the table and scurried into the bedroom. She stripped out of her baggy sweats and hopped in the shower.

While Vivian was showering, she thought of what she wanted to do for Madison. Several ideas ran through her mind, like a nice dinner, or a night out on the town. But her thoughts kept coming back to the full moon – and how frustrating it must be for Madison to keep her kinky side in check.

Vivian closed her eyes; and as the water from the shower cascaded over her, she knew what she wanted to do. The mere thought of her plan physically excited her. The slipperiness of the soap lather enticed her to spend a few lingering moments playing with her breasts. Her nipples hardened. Her hand slid down to her pussy, and she began to slowly massage her clitoris.

It had been so long since she had taken any time to pleasure herself let alone having sex with Madison.

She succumbed to her own touch while fantasizing about Madison going down on her. She applied more pressure on her clit and let her fingers slip inside of her. The sound of her moans were drowned out by the sound of the shower. It wasn’t long before she reached her climax. The orgasm rippled through her body. It had been ages since allowed herself to have a sexual release. She enjoyed it so much that she thought about masturbating again but decided that she would need to save her next orgasms for Madison.

Vivian got out of the shower and dried herself off. She applied lotion to her body that had the subtle scent of vanilla – a scent that was Madison’s aphrodisiac. She knew that between the sweetness of the vanilla scent, and the kinky mood of the full moon, Madison would be on board to make their evening anything but vanilla.

Vivian thought about how she should present herself. She looked in her closet to see if she could find something to wear that Madison would think looked sexy. One thing that she knew that turned Madison on was when she would wear one of Madison’s work shirts. She tried on one of the many button-down white shirts that Madison always wore to work. The shirt hung looser on Vivian than it did on Madison. She loved the way it looked on her. Vivian only fastened one button below her breasts to keep the shirt on.

Vivian had smaller breasts – which some might describe as perky. The shirt showed a lot of her cleavage – which was very seductive. Her navel was rize escort also visible -which included her rarely seen belly button piercing. Vivian decided to put on a pair of black, tight yoga leggings. She purposely remained barefoot, knowing that Madison had a strong foot fetish, and she loved playing with her feet.

Madison’s look had a fetishy flair to it. She had an amazing body. She was five feet eight inches tall, and very lithe. She sported a short, black bobbed haircut with bangs cut straight across her forehead, ala Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction (one of Madison’s favorite movies). She was stunningly gorgeous from head to toe. Madison’s look confidently projected that she was naturally dominant. This was certainly true when it came to sex and her kink life. Vivian, being more submissive sexually, was a perfect partner for Madison. The only circumstance where Vivian showed her dominate side was her studies.

After getting dressed, Vivian ordered a pizza from the couple’s favorite pizza place. The pizza was set to arrive shortly have Madison would get home from work. Madison always used public transportation to and from work; so, she was always home at the same time each day. It was getting close to the time when Madison would be getting home. Vivian went out to the living room and positioned herself on the sofa.

Vivian’s heart skipped a beat when she heard the sound of a key entering the door lock. Vivian hoped that Madison would be in a good mood after working all day. She figured that when Madison saw her lounging on the sofa with one of her shirts on, the site would immediately wipe away any bad vibes from work.

Madison walked in. She paused and saw Vivian, looking extremely hot in one of her shirts. She figured out quickly that Vivian was in a romantic mood. Since those times had been rare, this was a welcome surprise.

“Wow! Look at you being all sexy! I have to say, I wasn’t expecting this delicious site when I walked through the door.” Madison said.

Vivian was happy that Madison was taking her in. She said, “I’m glad you like it! Now get over here and kiss me.”

Madison didn’t hesitate. She strode over to Vivian, kneeled down beside the sofa, leaned in and kissed with all the passion she could muster.

When she release the kiss, Madison asked, “That vanilla scent makes me want to rip your clothes off right now! Is this some kind of special occasion?”

“In a way, yes. I feel like I’ve been neglecting you – and I wanted to correct that tonight. I don’t know if you know this, but there is a full moon tonight!” Vivian said with a devious grin on her face.

“Really?! No wonder I’ve felt so weird today. I couldn’t concentrate on work. All I knew was that something felt a little off – like in a good way. Madison said. “It was like I kept thinking about you and getting aroused. I almost had to excuse myself from a meeting because I felt I was getting wet.”

Vivian flashed a broad smile. “Well…I’m flattered that I almost made you cum without even being there! But I’d much rather have you cum when you’re with me in the flesh. So, here’s the plan. I have a pizza from Gigi’s on its way – with extra pepperoni and mushrooms. And then, I was thinking that you haven’t tied me up and gagged me for a long, long time…”

“Holy shit! You are not going to believe me when I tell you this but when I was riding the bus home, all I could think about was tying you up and having my way with you!” Madison exclaimed.

Vivian laughed and said, “Oh my god! This is too perfect! I’m so excited!” Vivian grabbed Madison and held her tight, kissing her deeply. “This is going to be an amazing night!”

There was a sudden buzz over the intercom. Vivian released her lover to go answer the intercom. “Hello!” She exclaimed.

“Hi! Pizza delivery for Ms. Vivian Solano.” The delivery person said.

“I’ll be right down! Thank you!” Vivian replied, suddenly feeling the pangs of hunger. “Madison, if you would be so kind as to open up a red and get some plates out, I assure you that I will be VERY appreciative.”

“Absolutely!” Madison replied.

Vivian hurried down to the main door of the apartment building, opened the door for the delivery person to come in. She paid for the pizza and scampered back up to her and Madison’s apartment.

The two women ate their fill of pizza and drank their share of wine. The sun was beginning to set, and the full moon would soon become visible in the twilight sky. Madison told Vivian that she wanted to shower and get ready for their night.

When Madison finished her shower, she pulled out a black latex catsuit that she hadn’t worn in years. She was relieved to find out that it still fit her perfectly – accentuating all of her assets. She pulled out a case from the closet and took out several coils of rope, a blindfold, and a ball-gag. She also pulled out some implements that would enhance Vivian’s experience – a riding crop, a vibrator, some sakarya escort nipple clamps, and a strap-on dildo.

Madison emerged from the bedroom with a rope in her hand, saying, “I’m ready for you, my love.”

Vivian smiled, taking in the site of her lover in the form-fitting black latex catsuit. She walked slowly over to Madison and asked, “How do you want me, Mistress Madison?”

Madison escorted Vivian to the bed. She slowly unfastened the single button of the white shirt. She slid the shirt off of Vivian’s shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She traced her soft fingers over Vivian’s breasts. Vivian’s nipples gave away her excitement. She started to breathe heavily. Her heart was beating quickly from her anticipation of the next touch. She closed her eyes and reveled in the soft, delicate caresses on her breasts, midriff, arms and back.

Madison pulled Vivian’s wrists out in front of her. She deftly tied them together. She turned Vivian and secured a leather blindfold over Vivian’s already closed eyes. Madison touched Vivian’s chin, signaling her to open her mouth. Vivian complied with the silent request. The ball gag was gently placed in Vivian’s mouth and buckled tightly behind her head.

Vivian felt Madison’s fingers tracing down her torso to the waistband of the leggings. Madison pulled the leggings down to the floor and assisted her blindfolded lover in stepping out of them completely. Vivian was now naked in front of Madison and very eager to feel what would happen next.

Madison laid Vivian down on their bed. Vivian’s bound wrists were raised above her head and secured with another rope to the iron headboard. Madison then told Vivian to spread her legs. Vivian complied. Madison secured Vivian’s ankles to each side of the footboard. Vivian was already getting wet.

Madison gently caressed Vivian’s legs and feet, causing Vivian to quiver under her touch. As the light of the full moon started to make its presence known, Madison began to feast on Vivian’s wanting pussy. Muffled moans escaped Vivian’s gag as Madison expertly used her tongue on her labia, inner labia, and clitoris. It did not take long for Vivian to cum.

Madison refused to stop tantalizing Vivian’s pussy. She knew that Vivian’s senses were heightened by her orgasm. She continued to suck Vivian’s clit – knowing that it would drive Vivian wild – but she would not be able to do anything to stop Madison’s delightful torture. Vivian screamed into her gag which only served to make Madison more determined not to let up.

Vivian’s body started to tense up. Madison knew that another orgasm was imminent. Her persistence paid off as Vivian released. Madison lapped up the precious nectar as Vivian writhed uncontrollably in her bonds.

When Madison’s tongue finally relented, she got off the bed and got the nipple clamps. She clipped them onto Vivian’s nipples, and started to tug on the thin chain that was fastened between them.

Vivian LOVED nipple play. Her breasts and nipples were extremely sensitive. In her mind, her breasts and her feet were her favorite erogenous zones to be softly touched and handled roughly. She hoped that she would receive a bit of both during the evening. Occasionally, Madison would show her sadistic side – and inflict some flirtatious pain into their lovemaking time. She never pushed Vivian too far beyond her limits – but at the same time, Vivian loved it when her limits were tested.

Madison tied a long piece of string to the chain between the nipple clamps. The string was long enough for her to tug the clamps from the foot of the bed. She positioned herself by Vivian’s left bare foot and began to caress it. As Vivian responded to her touch with a soft moan, she quickly gave the string a short tug, startling Vivian.

Vivian laughed behind her gag and let out a muffled, “Oh my god!”

The caressing gave way to gentle kisses on Vivian’s toes. Madison then licked and sucked Vivian’s big toe. Vivian’s response was exactly what Madison wanted. As Vivian continued her soft moans, Madison gave the string another sharp tug – this time with more authority. Vivian let out a short high-pitched squeal.

Madison glanced out the window to see that the full moon was now very prominent in the night sky. She teasingly said, “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.

Vivian couldn’t hear what Madison was doing. All she knew was that Madison had left the room. When she returned, she said, “Okay, my love. I need to untie you.”

Vivian violently shook her head, “no.”

Madison tugged at the nipple clamps and held the tension tight. “You will not shake your head at me!” Madison said, trying to sound menacing but kind of failing at it. “Is that understood?!”

Vivian nodded her head, “yes.”

“Good girl.” Madison said as she released the tension on the string. Madison untied Vivian’s ankles, and then she untied the rope that held Vivian’s tied wrists above her head. Madison samsun escort assisted Vivian to her feet, keeping her hands tied in front of her.

She then guided the still blindfolded and gagged Vivian out of the bedroom and into the living room. Madison had moved a dining chair out into the middle of the room, facing their large picture window. She helped Vivian to sit on the chair.

The coldness of the wooden chair surprised Vivian – but it quickly warmed up. She felt Madison starting to untie her wrists. She thought that Madison might be done for the evening which disappointed her greatly. She wanted to remain Madison’s captive all night.

Much to her delight, Madison pulled Vivian’s arms behind the chair, and quickly re-tied her wrists. Her wrists were then tied to a rung on the back of the chair. Madison moved in front of Vivian and tied each of Vivian’s ankles to the front legs of the chair.

Next, Madison took off the nipple clamps from Vivian’s breasts. Her nipples throbbed from the sudden rush of the blood rushing back into them.

Madison took a long piece of rope, and tied it around Vivian’s torso, just above her belly button and just below her breasts; and secured the ropes to the chair so Vivian could not move very much.

Madison gave some instructions to Vivian, “I’ll be removing your blindfold in a moment; but you must keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them. Nod if you understand.”

Vivian nodded in the affirmative.

“Ok. Here it goes.” Madison said.

She removed Vivian’s blindfold. Vivian’s eyes were still closed, which pleased Madison. Madison circled back in front of the chair, where she had access to Vivian’s pussy. She did not hesitate. Madison went to work on Vivian’s clit with her tongue. Vivian squirmed, seemingly trying to push her pelvis forward in the chair to give Madison the best possible angle to pleasure her. The ropes around her torso only allowed a minimal amount of movement but she managed to move enough where she could feel even more of Madison’s skillful tongue.

The effort paid off. Vivian’s climax was building and whipping her into a frenzy. The ropes, the relentlessness of Madison’s tongue, the love that she felt in the moment – everything merged together until it reached a crescendo. Vivian came so hard that she thought she was going to faint.

Madison stopped only briefly to say, “Open your eyes.” She resumed her tormenting of Vivian’s clit – bringing on another wave of orgasmic hysteria.

Vivian opened her eyes. As she was coming, she saw the full moon. It was providing the only light that was in the room. The moon was so large that it looked like it was just outside their picture window. Her body was quaking from Madison’s wicked tongue.

When Madison finally stopped, Vivian was spent. If she wasn’t tied to a chair, her body would have collapsed on the floor.

Madison kissed Vivian’s sensitive breast before removing the ball gag. Vivian took in a huge breath and let it all out in a satisfying exhale.

Madison asked, “Are you ready to be untied?”

In a ragged voice, Vivian said, “No. Madison. I want to keep going”

“You know how much this means to me. But we can stop if you’d had enough.” Madison offered.

Vivian smiled and said, “You are so thoughtful…but we can’t waste this full moon. I give myself over to you. Do whatever you want with me. I love being your captive.”

Madison gave Vivian a deep and loving kiss. “You do know that if we go on, my sadistic side is bound to come out.”

Vivian said, “Exactly.”

“Okay, I’m going to release you from this chair. When I do, you will lay face down on the floor.” Madison instructed. “You will stay there while I get a lot more rope. I hope you know what you’re agreeing to let me do to you.”

Vivian said, “I do. So, why don’t we get started?”

Madison released Vivian from the chair. As directed, Vivian laid face down on the floor. Madison went to the bedroom closet and got more rope. She also peeled off her catsuit and grabbed the riding crop and vibrator.

When she returned, she marveled at how the moonlight danced along Vivian’s naked body – making it look like Vivian was shimmering. She straddled Vivian and dropped the coils of rope beside Vivian’s head. Vivian turned her head to see the rope beside her. She smiled.

“Will you be using all of that on me?” Vivian asked with a hopeful tone of voice.

The answer Madison gave Vivian was a sharp smack of the riding crop on her right butt cheek. She then proceeded to forcefully pull Vivian’s arms behind her back and securely tying them together. She stood, and helped Vivian get to her feet. She then used more rope to make a bra-like chest harness that was knotted off behind Vivian’s back.

Madison lowered her lover back down on the floor, but this time on her back. She picked up the crop and started tapping it rapidly on Vivian’s breasts. Vivian’s nipples were still tender from having been clamped. The crop’s quick staccato strikes inflicted an extra sharp stinging sensation. She winced, but she was enjoying the pain with her pleasure.

Occasionally, Madison would give Vivian a sharp swat on the side of her ass – and then resume her light but stingy taps on Vivian’s nipples.

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