Baby Steps Pt. 01

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I used to be so shy but not any more and I love the way I am now.

Part 1

I grew up with very prudish parents. When I left my bedroom to go to the bathroom I always had to wear a dressing gown over my nightie and I had to be fully dressed to go downstairs. My parents also sent me to a catholic, girls only school. Even the college that they sent me to was all girls catholic. At the college the other girls idea of fun was play chess.

So, when I left college and got my first job I was the dowdy, quiet girl whose skirts were always below my knees and my blouses buttoned to my neck and I couldn’t even join the conversations with the other girls about boys because at twenty one I had never even had a boyfriend and was starting to think that I would live for whatever years and die a virgin.

The only thing that gave me a bit of hope was that the job that I have is in a city about one hundred miles from my parents so they got me this one bedroom apartment. For a few months I settled into both my job, my little apartment and my dreary life.

Now is probably a good time to describe myself, I’m a skinny girl, my mother having only ever given me small portions of healthy foods and I was never allowed to have any confectionery. Would you believe that at twenty one I had never even been inside a McDonalds or a KFC. This upbringing got me into the healthy eating habit and that never changed when I went to college, nor when I started living on my own.

My name is Claire and I am only one hundred and fifty centimetres tall and weigh forty one kilograms. Fortunately my breasts never grew more than a ‘A’ cup so I never have to worry about unwieldy breasts even though my mother always insisted, and got me into the habit of wearing sturdy bras. I wear glasses and have long, blonde hair, my mother only letting me get it cut when it got half way down my back.

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When I started my job things started to change, although it took one of my co-workers to tell me before I realised that one of my bosses had started to spend more time than necessary at my desk talking to me. Ethan is only a couple of years older than me and when I first met him my heart gave a little flutter for the handsome young man.

I started thinking about why Ethan came to my desk so often and realised that most of the occasions were unnecessary and I just couldn’t understand why he came. I could never imaging that he would have any interest in the dowdy me but he was definitely flirting with me but I was enjoying his visits and our little chats.

I assumed that he was just using me to practice chatting to girls and some of the things that he said embarrassed me and some I didn’t really understand because I was a very naive and lacked even basic relationship experience.

Then one day Ethan asked me if I’d like to go for a drink with him. At first I thought that he was joking and I said so. When he said that he was serious I asked him,

“Why would you want to go for a drink with me, there are lots of girls here that are more beautiful than me and I’m sure that they would love to go for a drink with you.”

“Because underneath that long skirt (knee length), that heavy blouse and those glasses I believe that there is a very attractive young woman.”

That really made me blush and I replied,

“Stop it Ethan, you’re just trying to embarrass me and you are succeeding. You don’t really want to go for a drink with me, you’re just winding me up.”

Ethan picked up one of my hands and held it with both of his and said,

“Claire, I am deadly serious, I really want to go for a drink with you. I want to get to know every bit of you a lot more than is possible in the office.”

“You’re serious Ethan, you really want to got for a drink with me?”

“Yes Claire I do.”

“But I don’t drink, I’ve never touched any alcohol.”

“That doesn’t matter Claire, believe it or not, pubs do sell none alcoholic drinks. Please say that you’ll come.”

“Okay, I will, but I warn you that I don’t have any nice clothes.”

“Claire, you could turn up totally naked and I wouldn’t mind, I just want to get to know you better. Having said that if you did turn up totally naked it would certainly help me to get to know you better.”

“Stop it Ethan, I’m a good catholic girl, I could never be naked in front of one man, never mind a whole pub full of them.”

“Well that might change but for now I would be very happy if you turned up dressed like you are now.”

I was still a bit embarrassed, but also excited at the prospect of my first ever date when I replied,

“Okay, what time and where?”

We fixed up a time and a place and we got on with our work although it was an excited me that happily got on with my work.

As I walked to the pub I was both nervous and excited. I was wearing what I considered to be my nicest dress, knee length, buttoned to my neck and with long sleeves. I’d been thinking about getting some new clothes that were more like those that other girls in the office wear, and after listening to quite a few girl’s şarköy escort conversations I was coming to the conclusion that my upbringing was holding me back but I hadn’t decided on how I would go about changing myself to be more like the other girls. I wondered if going on a date, or possibly more that one date with Ethan would help me change.

I had never been inside a pub before and didn’t really know what to expect and I was very happy when I saw Ethan waiting outside the pub for me. I was also very happy when he took my hand and led me in. After getting us both a drink we went to a table in a quiet corner and talked, and talked and talked.

When Ethan went and got us a second drink he suggested that I get a cocktail. I told him that I’d never drunk any alcohol before he suggested one that only had a little alcohol in it. I didn’t get drunk, not that I really knew what being drunk was like, but I did feel a little less reserved after I’d drunk it and I did reveal some of my desires, in particular that I wanted to be more like the other girls in the office.

I told him that I wanted to dress more like them and I told him that I’d got the impression that all of them were having sex and really enjoying it.

“So what’s stopping you from changing Claire?” Ethan asked.

“Well I don’t have much money but the main obstacle is my upbringing.”

“Don’t tell me Claire, you are a catholic and your mother told you that you must always wear dreary clothes and never let a man see your body until you get married.”

“How did you know?”

“It’s a common thing. I bet that a few of the girls at work were the same.”

“So are you saying that my mother was wrong?”

“Your mother just passed on what her mother told her, it’s not her fault that she isn’t changing with the times, when you’ve been brainwashed it’s difficult to snap out of it, especially when you are not too young.”

“So are you saying that I should wear clothes like the other girls at work and have sex with men as often as they say they do Ethan?”

“That’s not up to me to decide for you Claire, only you can make that decision, but I’ll tell you now that it will not be easy, you’ll have to work hard at it and get out of your comfort zone quite often. But the first obstacle that you have to overcome is you have to want to change. Do you want to change Claire?”

I thought for a couple of seconds then replied,

“Yes I do, those girls appear to be having a lot more fun than I do. And I want some of it but I don’t know how to change.”

“Well you’ve just solved the first obstacle, the next one is to force yourself into situations that are outside your comfort zone.”

“Like what, how?”

“Baby steps Claire. How about getting some new clothes, ones more like those that the girls at work wear?”

“You mean shorter skirts?”

“Well yes, and low cut blouses. I’m sure that you have a really nice pair of legs under that skirt Claire.”

“The first problem with that is that I only have small breasts. I could never display a cleavage like some of the girls.”

“Not having big breasts isn’t a problem look at Jenny Smith, she only has tiny breasts but that doesn’t stop her showing most of her sternum most days. Besides, I don’t like big breasts.”

“The other problem is that I don’t have much money, but I guess that I could shorten some of the ones that I’ve got. That’s one good thing that my mother taught me, sewing, she even let me bring her old sewing machine with me.”

“That would be a great start Claire, but maybe one new skirt or dress just to make you feel good because feeling good is half the battle. Maybe I could come with you to help you choose something.”

“You’d do that for me Ethan?”

“Of course I would, it will be an excuse to see you again, outside work that is.”

“I’d like that Ethan but you don’t need an excuse to see me outside work again Ethan, I’d like to see you again.” I was silent for a couple of seconds then I continued, “would you kiss me please Ethan?”

“That will be my pleasure Claire.”

Ethan bent over and we kissed. At first it was just on the lips, but that alone was magic for me, I’d never had a proper kiss on my lips before and these strange feelings were starting in both my nipples and my pussy.

Then I felt Ethan’s tongue trying to open mine so I relaxed and let them open. When I felt his tongue exploring my mouth I was a bit stunned. What was he doing? Does he expect me to do the same? I didn’t have a chance to decide what he wanted or expected because my tongue had a mind of its own and the two tongues explored the other.

The strange feelings got stronger.

When Ethan finally broke the kiss I just sat there not really knowing what to say or what to do. After a couple of seconds Ethan said,

“What was that like Claire?”

“I, I, I don’t know what to say, I’ve never experienced anything like that before.”

“But was it nice?”

“No, it was awesome, it stated strange feeling in my, my lady parts.”

“You mean your sefaköy escort nipples and your pussy?”

“Yes.” I quietly replied.

“You can say those words Claire, say them again.”

“Nipples.” I replied.

“And?”

“Pussy.” I replied.

“Again Claire.”

“Nipples, pussy.”

“Again Claire.”

“Nipples, pussy.”

“Again Claire.”

“Nipples, pussy.”

“Good, well done Claire, now tell me what the feeling was in your pussy.”

“What, no, I can’t do that, it’s embarrassing.”

“Claire, what did you say you wanted to do?”

“Change. Okay, my pussy tingles and it feels wet.”

“Good, that’s two more baby step achieved, well done Claire.”

There was silence for a minute or so then I said,

“Thank you Ethan.”

“You don’t have to keep thanking me Claire.”

“But you’re helping me and I’m grateful.”

“If you’re going to be my girlfriend you don’t need to keep thanking me Claire.”

“You want me to be your girlfriend Ethan?”

“I do, but to you want me to be your boyfriend Claire?”

“I do Ethan. Will you kiss me again please?”

“You don’t have to ask me Claire.”

So I got brave and lent over and kissed Ethan on the lips again and it was just as good as the first time. Ethan put one of his hands on my knee over my dress. I tensed up for a second then relaxed and enjoyed the tongue wrestling.

When the kiss broke Ethan asked me if I’d like another drink. I asked for another cocktail and when he came back he sat closer to me and started asking me about my hobbies. I laughed and replied,

“What hobbies, I haven’t got any.”

“Okay, what nice places do you like going to Claire?”

“I have no idea, I once dreamt about going to the beach, that would be nice.”

“I will take you to a nice beach where you can run around with no clothes on.”

“Oh I couldn’t do that, not without any clothes on.”

“Baby steps Claire, baby steps.”

“I’m not sure that I could ever do that, my mother wasn’t even happy when I went to the swimming lessons when I was a kid and I had to wear a big one piece swimsuit.”

“Don’t worry about that for now Claire, all in good time.”

Just them the landlord called time so Ethan said,

“I’ll walk you home Claire.”

“That’s okay, I managed to get here on my own.”

“No Claire, I want to walk you home.”

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realise.” I said cursing myself under my breath for not realising that he wanted to be with me for longer.

As we walked out of the door Ethan took my hand and gently squeezed it making me feel good. We walked and talked and when we got to my apartment I said,

“I live in here Ethan.”

“When can I see you again Claire?”

Not thinking what he really meant I replied.

“Tomorrow at work.”

“Outside work Claire?”

“Stupid me, I’m not used to this dating thing, anytime that you want Ethan, the only thing that I have planned in my life is going to work, my weekly trip to the supermarket and my monthly trips back home.”

“Right then, with your permission I will be here tomorrow night at 7 p.m. Wait, no, I’ll give you a lift home from work.”

“You don’t have to do that Ethan, I can get the bus as usual.”

“Claire, have you considered that maybe I want to give you a lift home.”

“Oh, right, thank you, that will be nice. I’d better go in now, I’m not usually up this late.”

“Can I have a kiss before you go in please Claire?”

“Yes please Ethan, I like it when you kiss me.”

“Or you could kiss me Claire, you can do that anytime that you want, except at work.”

I looked up to Ethan’s face thinking about how to kiss him when his mouth found mine, well I think that it was his mouth that found mine, it could have been the other way around, and we started kissing. Ethan’s arms went round me and he hugged me. In response I put my arms round him and it felt good. I didn’t realise what it was at the time but I felt something pressing on my stomach.

After a while I felt Ethan’s hands slide down to my butt. My first instinct was to reach round him and pull his hands away but I resisted and as the kiss went on and on whatever it was pressing on my stomach seemed to get harder. When the kiss finally broke I said,

“Phew, that was awesome Ethan.”

“Yes it was, but I’d better let you go in before I try to do something that you wouldn’t want me to, well not yet.”

I looked at him not knowing what he was talking about and Ethan stepped back. Ethan’s arms slid down mine and our hands joined for a second before I gave him a quick kiss then said goodnight. As I opened the building door I looked back and saw Ethan still looking at me. I waved then went in.

I ran up the stairs singing to myself,

“I’ve got a boyfriend, I’ve got a boyfriend, I’ve got a boyfriend.”

Later when I was in bed I reflected on the evening. It had far exceeded my expectations and I realised that I really liked Ethan. I thought about me wearing clothes like the other girls at work and being on şehzadeler escort a beach without any clothes on. Then I realised that my left hand was on my right tit and was caressing it through my nightie and bra. And my right hand was pressing on my pussy through my nightie and knickers.

“Good grief, what am I doing, mother would kill me.”

My hands went to my sides, the moment gone and I was soon asleep.

*****

I woke up before my alarm and thought that it was a wonderful day, even though I hadn’t looked outside.

In the bathroom I took my nightie and knickers off, looked at myself in the mirror and thought,

“I don’t know what Ethan sees in you girl, but there must be something.”

As I continued looking I decided that I really did want to become more like the other girls at work. Ethan had said the he would help me with ‘baby steps’, and if that was what it took then I would take his baby steps even if I did get embarrassed or thought that my mother would be horrified if she knew what I was doing. Maybe Ethan was right, maybe my mother was living in the past. Times had certainly changed in a lot of areas so why not in how a girl dresses and acts. The other girls at work certainly were more carefree about their clothes and attitude, some of them, maybe all of them, must have been like me at some time. They had changed so I was going to change, with some help from Ethan

Then I had a horrifying thought,

“Maybe after a night’s sleep he had changed his mind and didn’t want me as his girlfriend.”

I tried to forget about that and hurried to get myself ready for work. As I exited the building I turned and walked towards the bus stop and heard a car horn beeping. I ignored it and kept walking but the noise continued. I was just starting to think that some unlucky car driver had some sort of mechanical problem when I heard my name being shouted.

“Who can that be,” I thought, “I don’t know anyone around here.”

I stopped and turned and got a wonderful shock, there was Ethan stood on the pavement looking my way. Once I’d got over the shock I waved then literally ran to him, flung my arms round his neck and kissed him. When the kiss broke I said,

“What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you to make sure that you still want to be my girlfriend.”

“Of course I do Ethan.”

“That kiss answered my question Claire, come on, get in the car and we’ll go to work.”

As we drove we talked and Ethan asked me what I did when I got into my bed the previous night.

“I went to sleep.”

“What about before you went to sleep?”

I blushed as I remembered what my hands had done.

“I, I, I put my hands on my tits and pussy.”

“Were you naked?”

“Ethan, of course I wasn’t, I was wearing my nightie.”

“Anything else?”

“My knickers.”

And what did your hands do?”

“Nothing.”

“Claire.”

“Okay, they pressed on my nipples and pussy.”

“Did it feel good?”

“Yes, it made me think of you.”

“Good, well done, tonight another baby step, don’t wear your nightie, just your knickers.”

“I couldn’t do that, it’s not right and someone might see me.”

“I thought that you lived on your own Claire.”

“I do.”

“Didn’t you say that your apartment was on the third floor?”

“It is.”

“I bet that you close all your curtains at night as well don’t you?”

“I do.”

“So no one can look in through the windows.”

“No they can’t.”

“Then who is going to see you?”

“Well no one I guess.”

“I bet that most of the girls at work wear nothing in bed.”

“You think so?”

“From what I’ve heard and read I’m pretty confident that I’m right. Baby steps remember Claire?”

“Yes Ethan, I’ll think about it.”

“Be positive Claire, you said that you wanted to change. The world isn’t going to end if you go to bed naked, be positive, be brave, just do it.”

“Okay, why not, what harm can it do?”

“It will do you more good than harm Claire, another baby step towards being like the other girls.”

“Yes.”

We drove in silence for the rest of the way with me thinking about what I had agreed to do. It was certainly a first for me, and as Ethan said,

“What harm would it do.”

I was happier about what I’d agreed to do.

As we drove into the car park one of the girls saw us and waved.

“That will start the gossip machine.” Ethan said.

“I don’t care,” I said, “in fact I want the whole world to know that I’m your boyfriend Ethan.”

“Just don’t go bragging about it or trying to rape me in the office Claire. We have to be professional here.”

“I don’t usually talk with the girls, I usually sit alone in the break room, and I would never try to rape you Ethan.”

“I know, and it wouldn’t be rape anyway, and if I’m having my break at the same time as you I will sit next to you. Just keep you hands and your mouth to yourself okay?”

“Of course boss.”

“It’s Ethan, even here Claire.”

We got in the lift and I was pleased that we were alone for a minute or so so I reached up and kissed Ethan. He responded and our tongues only parted when the lift slowed at our floor. I stepped back and checked my dress. When the doors opened we stepped out and I thanked Ethan for the lift then walked to my desk.

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The muffle boom of the music playing inside the club could be heard as Karissa drove into the driveway. Not even the sound proofing windshield of her million dollar car could block out the thundering beats coming from the establishment. When she opened the door, the sound roared louder. She slid herself off the car, her thousand dollars Louboutin pumps hit the wet floor, and passed the key to the valet.

The bouncer, a large bulky frame of 6’4″ that dwarfed Karissa’s 5’6″ built, saw her and gave her a curt nod before opening the door for her to pass. The heart throbbing club music blasted out like a jet of air against her smooth olive skin. She strutted elegantly into the crowd of people dancing to the music, her perfectly slender figure formed a silhouette under the kaleidoscopic lighting.

Karissa walked towards the bar counter section, which was decidedly less crowded and was greeted with a waving hand. A smile tugged on her face. Melissa, the proud owner of this fine establishment was as beautiful as Karissa remembered.

“Hey, look who’s back.” she shouted against the music as she opened her to take Karissa into a tight hug.

“I missed you, bitch.” Karissa shouted back.

“Missed you too, whore.” Melissa released the embrace. “Here for the new pet?”

“Would there be any other reason why I am here?” Karissa smirked snidely.

“I don’t know. Maybe because I make one helluva cosmo.”

“Yeah, right. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Karissa remarked sarcastically. “So, the cellar?”

“Yup. You know the way.”

“You aren’t coming?” Karissa frowned.

“Are you blind? This place looked like a warzone.” Melissa gestured at the crazed crowd, jumping and humping their way to the music. “Maybe later. After things die down a bit.”

“Okay. See you then.” Karissa blew Melissa a kiss and walked towards a door guarded by two even bulkier men than then one outside.

The two men parted instantly and Karissa pushed open the door. She walked through a long hallway, the music gradually faded away behind her, until the only thing she heard was the clack of her heels against the cement floor. She turned to a corner and reached a metal door with digital lock mounted on the handle.

Karissa punched in the code and a buzz echoed. She opened the door and entered a room full of stocked liquor and wine, and barrels of beers. Her pumps clacked even louder against the wood flooring. She closed the door behind her and scanned the environment. Other than a few creepy critters lurking at the dark corners, she was the only other living thing in this room.

She strutted along rows and rows of wooden racks, housing the best wine and liquor in the state, until she reached the aisle between the fifth and the sixth row. She walked into the narrow spacing until she reached a brick wall. Her hand reached out to a bottle of wine placed just slightly out than the rest, and she pushed it in. A series of clicks echoed through the storeroom and the brick wall rotated at a ninety degree angle, exposing an entryway into a tunnel.

The faint sound of guttural moans and bark of degrading remarks drummed against her ears. Karissa sucked in a deep breath. It’s been ages since she heard such wonderful sounds and it hadn’t occurred to her that she missed it dearly until now. She walked into the entryway. The brick wall closed behind her.

The further she walked, the louder the sound got. She could make out the muffled pleas of someone being gagged. Light pouring out from a corner, illuminating the end of the tunnel. Her heart grew louder as each step she took. Blood throbbed, her eyes blurred, her sex grew unrest; each step was like injecting herself with a dose of aphrodisiac.

When she turned to the corner, she couldn’t help but smile as she was greeted by the chandelier lit, opulently furnished, completely carpeted, luxurious expanse of a room. Oh, it’s been a really long time since she had one of these sessions. Her presence was immediately greeted by Elsa and Jordan, whom were sitting by the bar counter, stark naked, sipping some kind of colored alcoholic beverage. The two jumped to their feet and came forth to hug Karissa.

“Dayum, bitch. Didn’t see you in a while.” Jordan exclaimed, her red colored beverage in her hand sloshed as she awkwardly maneuvered herself for a hug.

“Thought you were dead.” Elsa added jokingly.

“It’s been a busy year. The market crash, you know. I’m lucky I am not sleeping in the streets right now.” Karissa chuckled. She almost nearly lost all her fortune if it wasn’t for a tip from a confidant of hers. A minute later and she would have lost millions of dollars of investments. She didn’t go unharmed though. She did lost a two million dollars that took a year of hard work to get it back.

“If you ever find yourself on the streets, you know who to call.” Jordan said with a bright smile.

“Knowing what you keep in your basement, I would rather be on the streets.” Karissa rolled her eyes. Jordan had a massive collection of BDSM tools and instruments that not even Karissa dared to imagine herself inside Jordan’s basement, tied and gagged. She had, of course, been in her basement. karabük escort A few times, in fact, with the rest of the group. And she had witness countless of innocent pussies subjected to ungodly torments inflicted by Jordan. The 6″2′ woman could put any smaller woman in her place with a glare and Karissa had no doubt that the woman could put her in hers too.

“You can call me instead.” Elsa offered.

“No thanks.” Karissa scoffed “You are no better than Jordan.”

“Well, that’s only true if you have a cock.” Elsa cast her a snide grin.

That’s pretty much it. Elsa was the last woman a man wanted to date unless he’s into bondage and edging. And not those softcore edging, no. Elsa was the flesh and bone of Satan when it comes to edging. She could make a man cried and begged for hours without release. Karissa had witnessed a few throbbing male flesh, swelled with desperation, subjected to the warmth of her mouth, the clenching of her pussy, and the grasp of her hand for hours without so much of a drop of cum spilled.

“Good thing I didn’t have a cock.” Karissa rolled her eyes.

She turned to the large expanse of the center of the room and saw what she came here for. A petite brunette about Karissa’s size, her hands tied behind her back, her mouth gagged, her body bent forward, her neck secured to wooden stock, her legs spread by a long metal pole, being fucked hard by Amelia from behind. Her nipples were clamped with a pair of weighted clips.

“That’s the one?” Karissa raised her brows.

“That’s the one.” Jordan affirmed.

“She’s gorgeous.” Karissa complimented.

“She is.” Elsa nodded in agreement.

The brunette was as young as she was beautiful. She could pass as a model for a runway show and Karissa would be surprised if she wasn’t already one. Her breasts weren’t large, but was large enough to attract the attention of men. Her body was fit as a gymnast, lean in the waist yet with curves in all the right places. A few strands of her hair stuck to her sweaty forehead while the rest of the curls swung back and forth to the rhythm of Amelia’s thrusts.

Karissa then met Amelia’s eyes. The owner of several properties, including marinas, golf resorts, and hotels, curved a smile and stopped humping on the poor brunette. She moved away and Karissa couldn’t help but to notice the shuddering of the brunette as Amelia vacated the dildo from her pussy.

“We’ll be back for you in a minute, sweetheart.” Amelia said sultrily as she glided her fingers on the brunette’s bare back whilst approaching Karissa.

Karissa took the frame of the woman as she looked at her from head to toe. Amelia was as powerful Karissa remembered, confident and controlling as always. And then her attention fell onto the black rubbery cock, glimmering with the brunette’s juice, hung massively between Amelia’s legs. She shook her head pitifully to whomever on the receiving end of that black monster. In this case, it would be the brunette.

“Took you long enough.” Amelia said when she was merely few feet away from Karissa.

“Been busy.” Karissa shrugged. “You seem to enjoy your new catch.” she nodded at the brunette.

“Yeah. Best one ever.” Amelia smirked.

“Care to share your secret on how you get your hands on that? She’s like what? Eighteen?” Karissa prompted, and then turned to the other two women. Their knowing grin told her that it was going to be an interesting one.

“Twenty.” Amelia corrected. “She’s one of my maids. A part time one. Caught her stealing my pearl necklace.” Amelia shrugged, as if it was nothing remarkable.

But Karissa knew better. It wasn’t that simple. Nothing was that simple when it come to Amelia. She cocked her brows and displayed a -bullshit!- look at her friend.

“Fine. I ‘accidentally’ placed the necklace on the top of the dining table.” Amelia rolled her eyes and gave Karissa an unapologetic shrug.

“And then planted a camera to catch the act, I presume.” Karissa speculated.

“Yup. The girl’s desperate for money. I gave her a job out of ‘kindness’. A small encouragement was all it needed to trap her in.” Amelia winked.

Karissa wanted to scoff at her mentioning ‘kindness’. There’s nothing kind about her intention. It was a trap set for the brunette to take. Amelia didn’t do kind. She would probably watch starving kids dying on the street while sipping a thousand dollar wine.

“And why is she desperate for money?” Karissa prodded further.

“A certain unpredictable circumstance that had her college scholarship revoked.”

“And I presume you have something to do with that too.”

“I might have made a few calls.” Amelia feigned innocence, but they both knew she was far from it.

“You evil bitch.” Karissa shook her head in utter disbelief. “Only you can planned something so sinister.”

“At least I pay for her college.” Amelia retorted.

“And a generous amount of monthly stipend too. No maid work required.” Jordan added defensively for Amelia.

“Oh, she must be beyond elated about this arrangement.” Karissa scoffed.

“She will be. I fancy her quite a bit. And I’m karabük escort bayan going to invest a fortune on her. By the time I’m finished with her, she will be sitting at the Bahamas beach sipping cocktails.” Amelia said.

“And how long will that be?” Karissa asked further, casting her sadistic friend an incredulous look.

Amelia turned to look at the brunette and the turned back to Karissa.

“TBD.” She finally said.

Karissa almost wanted to laugh. Whenever there’s a new pet, Amelia would immediately give an approximated duration of acquisition. A week, a month, a year. Never TBD. To Be Decided. This girl must be something to acquire the fancy of the great Amelia. And judging by the brunette’s looks, she couldn’t see why it wouldn’t.

“So how long have you all been at her.” Karissa asked.

“Oh, only a couple of hours.” Amelia answered.

Karissa turned to Jordan and Elsa and they both quickly smirked.

“Each.” the two of them said coherently.

Karissa curved a smile and approached the brunette as casually as possible. She didn’t want to terrify the already terrified girl. But then again, no sane person wouldn’t be under such circumstance. Helpless. Defenseless. Alone. A beautiful lamb trapped by a pack of wolves. Waiting to be devoured.

And that’s what made Karissa shivered in pleasure. She always loved the terrified ones. It made her feel powerful, in control and authoritative.

“Hello, sweetheart.” she whispered into the brunette’s ear. The girl instantly jerked away from her voice. Karissa smirked at the reaction.

Her eyes shifted from the woman and to the carelessly discarded strap-ons on the ground. There were seven of them, each with a strangely shaped dildo. Some with feelers around the shaft, some with a smaller extension at the base for clitoral stimulation, some are just not something one willingly put inside herself. Karissa had no doubt that each of those penile implement had spent plentiful amount of time inside the brunette’s pussy, eliciting countless of orgasm out of this tiny helpless body.

“Break time over.” she heard Amelia announced and the brunette shook violently in protest.

So helpless, Karissa thought. She must be exhausted by now. But she wasn’t the one to decide when it was over. No, she never would be. She would go on. She would take and absorb one merciless thrust after another. Her spread unprotected pussy would endure as long as Amelia pleased.

Karissa straightened and moved a few steps for a better vantage point that offered the view of the brunette’s pussy. Electricity surged through her body at the sight of the angrily red pussy. That must have been aching, Karissa told herself. And just a few inches away was the tip of the monster dildo poised for her reluctant pussy to receive.

Karissa pulled her dress up and threw it onto the ground. She then removed her bra and pulled down her panties. The lacy garments joined the pile. One hand immediately went for her pussy, taming the burning ache of her feminine flesh. The other went to her left nipple, teasing the engorged nub.

As if in slow motion, Karissa watched as the tip of the dildo pried open the brunette’s pussy, coaxing the tight lips to part and receive the monstrosity. A soft moan escaped the brunette when the tip burrowed inside her. Amelia closed the distance between her hips and the brunette’s ass. The dildo followed, penetrating further into the brunette’s wet folds until fleshes were connected and every black inch disappeared between those scarlet lips. The brunette groaned at the discomfort of forceful invasion. A invigorating sound to Karissa as her fingers delved into her pussy.

Amelia retreated, pulling every thick inch out of her pussy. Once it was out, she eased her hips forward again. The brunette’s quivering pussy reluctantly puckered, parted, and then absorbed the thickness. It was purposefully slow, just as Karissa preferred. The tame movement was a indication, a statement made for the brunette to understand through her pussy. There’s no escape. I can take as long as I want to fuck you and you will accept that no matter what.

“You like that, Eva?” Amelia asked sardonically. Her movement remained sedated, almost sultry.

The brunette moaned through the gag. If Karissa had to guess, it would be ‘no’. But her verbal input had no bearing on Amelia’s intention. None, what so ever. And that’s when Amelia thrust, hard! So hard the brunette rattled the stock holding her head. The weighted nipple clips swung back and forth, pulling hard against the already sensitive nubs.

The thrusts grew rougher. The brunette’s pussy was held in place and forced to take the blow as the thick dildo ravaged those lips. She cried in pain, or perhaps pleasure, it was hard to tell. Probably both. Karissa’s fingers hastened and drew more of her girly juice out of her pussy. It was so hot watching another person being fucked ruthlessly.

Finally the brunette shuddered against her restraint as what appeared to be an explosive orgasm rocked through her body. Her pussy clenched tightly, spurting the invasive dildo out of her. Amelia escort karabük smirked as she grabbed the moist dildo.

“I’m not done yet.” Amelia said sardonically.

She guided the tip of the dildo at the entrance and slid the monster back into the brunette’s pussy. The brunette arched her back as a guttural groan rumbled through her throat. Without much of a choice, her pussy was yet again subjected to a merciless torrent of thrusts, each one stronger than the last until yet another orgasm rocked through her body.

This time, Amelia stopped. The brunette was already panting breathlessly against the stock. Her chest rose and fell, tugging against the weighted clamps. Karissa was surprised the brunette hadn’t fainted yet, rocking through two orgasm within an interval of a minute. And Karissa couldn’t help but wished it was her that received the two orgasms.

She turned to Amelia, whom was taking something out of her designer handbag. After a while, she fished out a white square box. She tossed her bag to the couch where she had gotten it from and came back to the brunette. She knelt before her and opened the box. Karissa craned her head curiously and caught a glimpse of white pearls. The necklace, she presumed.

“I think this will suit you.” Amelia said sardonically as she pulled out a chain of exquisitely white pearls from the box. Each pearl was perfectly sized, glistening under the brilliance of the chandelier above, except the center pearl, which was three times larger than the rest and was held in a diamond encrusted platinum shell.

“No wonder she took it.” Karissa remarked.

“It cost more than half a million dollars.” Amelia winked at Karissa and then back to the brunette. “And you know what, Eva. You get to keep it.”

Amelia tossed the empty box to the ground and stood up. “And I know just the right place for it to be.” She strutted elegantly along her body, her fingers scrapped the sweat-covered skin, then down to the waist, then between the voluptuous cheeks, and finally on the anus. The brunette squealed through the gag as she realized Amelia’s intention.

Jordan and Elsa joined in to witness the ultimatum with Karissa. Amelia clipped the end of the necklace together and eased one pearl into the brunette’s tight opening. The brunette’s whimpered for mercy as Amelia proceeded with the second pearl, and then the third, so on and so forth. After a healthy number of pearls had been inserted, Amelia tugged the luxury item and watched a few pearls popping back out of the brunette. The scene went on between insertion and tugging, until every pearl except the largest was tightly packed inside.

“This one is going to be really painful if you don’t relax.” Amelia warned.

The brunette shuddered at the warning. There’s no way she could relax, not when she was helplessly restrained with three dozen marble sized pearls inside her rectum. She pleaded relentlessly through the gag. Unfortunately for her, none of her pleads could change Amelia’s mind of getting the final piece in.

With both thumbs, Amelia pushed the final pearl in. Her anus puckered and widened, and finally swallowed the diamond decorated piece deep inside her. She mewled at the fullness of her rectum and Karissa had no doubt that she wanted to expel the half million dollar jewelry like a big pile of shit.

“Grab me the strap.” Amelia told Jordan, whom hastily went to the cabinet and brought back a leather thong. The thong came with a belt tightening feature, which Amelia fastened it to the brunette’s waist. A black plug sown to the leathery garment was pushed into her anus, trapping the content inside her firmly in place. She then fastened the remaining pieces of straps around her until the whole implement almost resembled a classy underwear. Almost, but not entirely. Because the underwear had a strategically large opening that still kept the brunette’s pussy accessible. Every last tender square inch of it. Prepped and ready for more action. Whether the brunette wanted it or not.

“There. All perfect.” Amelia huffed. “Karissa, your turn.” she added with a sadistic grin.

“It’s almost nine. Someone may be missing her?” Karissa reminded. Even if it was a Friday today, there was a possibility that her parents might be expecting her return. The last thing Karissa wanted was someone to file a missing person’s report. This whole thing had certainly broken several state laws and countless of principles set in the Geneva Convention. The involvement of police was absolutely not allowed.

“Not to worry.” Amelia asserted and then placed her palm on the brunette’s head. “Her mommy and daddy have been assured that she would be staying at a friend’s house this weekend. Isn’t that right, Eva?”

The brunette whimpered in defeat.

“And we are going to spend those few precious days meaningfully.” Amelia added, two of her fingers plunged into the brunette’s drenched pussy, eliciting a moan from her.

“Well then, I guess I can work it out on her for a bit.” Karissa grinned.

She moved to the cabinet; an assortment of strap-ons laid out neatly in front of her. Eight empty spots; seven on the ground, one on Amelia. Twenty two more left to be tried out on the brunette. Karissa took the smaller one and wrapped it around her waist. It didn’t matter though, whether she chose small or large, because in the end, the brunette was going to sample each and every one of them.

Thoroughly…

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