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Summary: Black seductress dominates pregnant white neighbour woman.

Each Straight White Girl story stands on its own, but here is a summary of the first two already released:

Straight White Girls: A Pet Teacher: First introduces our black seductress JANET as she seduces her daughter’s teacher Jasmine Walker (yes, me…)

Straight White Girls: A Welcoming: Janet moves into an exclusive white only gated community and begins her lengthy plan to domme the white woman of the racist community. Up first: A white woman in charge of greeting new members to the community comes over and before she leaves becomes the first victim of the seductive irresistible allure that is black pussy.

Note 2: Thanks to Robert, goamz86 and Wayne for editing.

Note 3: Thanks to Taff who suggested the idea.

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MEETING THE NEIGHBOURS

The day after her first conquest in the gated white community, while she waited for her newest pet Tammi (formally Tamara) to recruit a new pet, she decided she would introduce, and likely seduce, her neighbours.

Dressed in a completely white business suit, with beige thigh highs, she walked over to her neighbour’s on the right and knocked on the door.

After a brief moment, the door was opened by an older black woman in a much more traditional maid outfit than she had her maids wear.

“May I speak with the lady of the house?” Janet asked, politely.

“Yes, ma’am,” she nodded and disappeared up the stairs.

The maid came back down the stairs a moment later and said, “She will be with you in a moment.”

The moment turned into fifteen minutes before a chubby blonde came down the stairs. As she got closer, Janet realized she wasn’t so much chubby, as pregnant. ‘This is going to be more interesting than anticipated,’ she thought to herself. The woman looked uncomfortable, clearly about to burst as she waddled down the stairs.

Reaching her new black neighbour, Candace Wilkes, a twenty-eight year old wife, didn’t even try to fake a smile, “What can I do for you?”

“I’m your new neighbour,” Janet answered, smiling widely.

“I know,” Candace replied, barely able to hide her obvious contempt at the reality a nigger was her next door neighbour, and now in her home.

“I was hoping to get to know you better,” Janet continued, smiling warmly.

“I’m not really in the mood for visitors,” the white woman replied, not so subtly trying to get rid of the black woman.

“When are you due?” Janet asked, keeping on her fake smile, all the while thinking ‘I’ve never dommed a white pregnant bitch’.

“Two days ago,” Candace answered, clearly not happy she was past due.

“Oh, you must be going crazy waiting,” Janet continued.

“I may cut myself open if she doesn’t come out soon,” she quipped, so annoyed the baby wasn’t out yet.

“It’s a girl?” Janet asked.

“Yep,” she nodded, rubbing her belly.

“I can help trigger labour, if you wish.”

“How?”

Janet lied, “I’m a masseuse, and I can relax you to the point you go into labour.”

“Really?” Candace asked, not really believing her, but her interested piqued.

“My mother was a midwife back in the day,” Janet smiled, sensing the door opening, “trust me, I have seen so many labours I decided I never wanted to have kids.”

Finally letting her guard down, her desire to give birth overriding her racist judgement, Candace replied, “I’ve been thinking that lately too.”

“A little late for that,” Janet playfully smiled, “plus I still ended up having one child anyways, sometimes the Lord overrules your ideas.”

“We all decide to do it even though we know the costs,” Candace nodded.

“Oh, trust me, we can never calculate the costs,” Janet joked, before adding, “You need to lie down, it’s obvious your back is killing you.”

“Agreed,” Candace nodded, starting to move to the living room.

“If you want my help I need you to be able to lie down on your back,” Janet said, trying to control the situation.

“I’m not sure I can make it back up to my bedroom,” Candace said, looking at the twenty or so stairs, and thinking, ‘No way in hell.’

“Is there a guest room on this floor?” Janet asked.

“Yes,” Candace nodded, “just over here.” She began walking.

Janet smiled to herself. ‘Obviously her pain and desire to go into labour are overriding her distaste of my skin colour. Or maybe she just sees me as another black servant. Either way, I will soon be alone with her and ready to add her to my white pets.’

Once in the room, Janet suggested, “Lay on your back.”

“Gladly,” Candace agreed, literally collapsing on the bed, relieved to be off her feet.

Janet closed the door, and although she seldom did this, she made first contact, she took off the white bitches’ heels, three inches which escort bayan were rather unpractical for her condition, and began massaging her pantyhose-clad feet. She joked, “Apparently fashion over comfort.”

Candace let out a slight moan, “I know, silly, but you will soon learn this suburb is all about outer appearance.”

“I hope not,” Janet joked, as she continued to massage her foot. “since I’m pretty sure I’m the only woman of colour here.”

“That you are,” Candace agreed, before adding, reminding the black woman of her situation, “well at least the only non-working woman of colour.”

“Why is that?” Janet asked, as she continued to relax her.

“Honestly, it’s still the 1950s here,” Candace admitted, seeing this woman as just another black servant serving her at the moment. Clarifying she added, “Woman don’t work, men don’t know how to cook and truthfully we all choose this community to keep it that way.”

Janet moved to her other foot. “Yes, I noticed I got quite a few looks as we moved in. It was like being an alien coming to earth.”

Candace somehow trusting this woman of colour added, “My husband was furious, as he ranted about our property value crashing the second you walked through the door.”

“I thought we were bringing colour to this neighborhood,” Janet quipped.

“That you arrrre,” Candace smiled, and moaned, the woman’s hands relaxing her completely.

Janet moved up and massaged the woman’s calves as she continued, “Getting into this gated community was harder than breaking into Fort Knox.”

Candace laughed, “Both have about the same amount of money.”

Janet laughed back, “So it seems,” and then asked, “are you relaxed?”

“It’s the best I’ve felt in a long time,” Candace admitted, feeling good for the first time in a couple months.

“Great,” Janet said, as she finished working on her calves. “I can have you in labour in an hour if you wish.”

“I’d do anything for that,” Candace responded, getting more and more comfortable with the black woman and desperate to get this baby out of her.

“I’ll keep you to your word on that,” Janet purred, knowing this ended with the pregnant white woman munching her black cunt. Before she could respond, Janet warned, “What I do next will be a bit more controversial.”

“How so?” Candace asked, opening her eyes for the first time since the massage began.

“The massage needs to get erotic,” Janet revealed.

“What?” She gasped, suddenly no longer comfortable with what has happening.

Janet clarified, “It’s only through intimate touch and orgasm that it will work.”

“I read that, but my bastard of a husband won’t touch me. He’s scared he will hurt the baby and it’s obvious he finds me repulsive,” Candace said, bitter that her husband wouldn’t fuck her and trigger labour that way.

Janet smiled and confided knowingly, “Men are stupid. You are radiant right now.”

“Thank you,” Candace replied, not used to getting compliments of late feeling both fat and unattractive, something she wasn’t used to before she got pregnant, having been the runner-up to Miss America nine years ago.

“Open your legs a bit wider,” Janet ordered, sensing she needed to take control “like you will do when you give birth.”

“Okay,” she agreed skeptically, so desperate to go into labor she would obey a black woman’s instructions. She moved her knees up and opened her legs, feeling slightly vulnerable as she offered the stranger a clear look of her panty covered and pantyhose-clad crotch.

Janet moved her hands to the seam of the pantyhose and ripped.

“What are you doing?” Candace gasped, lifting her head up.

“I need access to your vagina,” Janet said rather matter-of-factly. “Now I need you to relax and just obey if you want this to work.”

“This isn’t very relaxing,” Candace pointed out, feeling very uncomfortable with the situation in which she suddenly found herself in.

“Just clear your mind,” Janet calmly said, her hands moving up and down her thigh.

“How?”

“It’s the only way to guarantee a trigger into labour,” Janet countered, sensing this bitch was both gullible enough to believe it and desperate enough to risk it.

“I’ll try,” she finally agreed, desperate to get the baby out of her, closing her eyes again.

“Now, I need you to slowly rub your clit,” Janet instructed, as she continued slowly caressing her thigh.

“What?” Candace questioned, again surprised by the woman’s words.

“I told you this is going to get quite erotic,” Janet repeated, before explaining further, “if we can bring you to the ultimate moment of climactic bliss it will cause you to go into labour. I have seen it many times when I was younger.”

“Fine, I’ll do anything to get this fucking baby out of me,” the pregnant woman frustratingly agreed, closing her eyes and moving her hand underneath the torn pantyhose and her panties.

“Now start slow,” Janet instructed, moving to her other thigh, where her purse was görükle escort in reach.

“Kkkkk,” she moaned, having not touched herself in a long time either, her husband’s lack of interest, crushing her own sex drive.

After a couple of minutes, when Janet was confident the white woman was focused on herself, she slyly reached into her purse to grab both her phone and a vibrating egg she often found to be very, very useful. She began filming the pregnant woman masturbating, and said, “By the way, I never actually introduced myself, I’m Janet Jones.”

Candace didn’t open her eyes, focused on her own self-pleasure, as she offered her name, “I’m Candace Wilkes.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Janet quipped, smiling at her own sly play on words.

“You toooo,” Candace moaned, as she began instinctively rubbing herself faster.

“Slow down, my dear,” Janet instructed, “if you come too quick, it won’t work.”

“Okay,” Candace nodded, although getting slightly frustrated, “but it’s been so loooooong.”

“Since what?” Janet asked, filming the secrets of her newest pet-to-be while she pleasured herself.

“Since I’ve got off,” Candace admitted, surprised at how open she was being with this black woman.

“You haven’t even touched yourself?” Janet questioned.

“Nooo,” Candace moaned, and explained, “I felt so unattractive…until today.”

“Don’t you white women help each other out when your men are gone all day?” Janet asked, planting the first seed of lesbianism.

“God, no,” Candace gasped, surprised by the question.

“Christ,” Janet quipped, “no wonder all you white women are so high strung. You’re probably going through satisfaction denial.”

Candace laughed, knowing most women in this community were indeed uptight and high strung, herself included, “No truer words have been spoken lately.”

“Stay relaxed and keep your eyes closed,” Janet instructed, “I’m going to shift towards the next step of your orgasmic journey.”

“Okayyyy,” she agreed, continuing to slowly pleasure herself, trusting this stranger…this black stranger.

Janet put her phone in-between her armpit, moved her hand to the pregnant woman’s crotch, tugged her panties aside and quickly slipped in the vibrating egg that was buzzing on low.

Candace was shocked and opened her eyes as a buzzing began inside her, creating a new, more intense pleasure. Before she could talk, she was reprimanded.

Janet, taking full control quickly, scolded her. “I told you to keep your eyes closed.”

“S-s-sorry,” Candace stammered, closing them again, strangely feeling the need to obey this slightly blunt black woman and feeling guilty for not obeying.

Janet smiled at how adorable most white women, especially white woman who were used to being in charge, were when they quickly succumbed to their natural position of submissiveness when given the chance. They are so used to being in charge, of being a trophy wife, that they convince themselves the charade of power is actually who they are. Of course, it is women like her who help dispel such silly assumptions and turn them into the submissive pussy pleasers they are meant to be.

“Good girl,” Janet purred, beginning the conditioning as she asked, “Now do you feel those small pulsations of pleasure inside your cunt.” She knew the word cunt would surprise her as she reached in the purse and used the remote control to turn up the vibrations of the plastic toy.

“Yessss,” Candace moaned, the vibrations inside her making her feel amazing.

“Do they feel good?” Janet questioned, her phone again filming the words, moans and movements of her newest white prey.

“Yes,” Candace admitted.

“What do you want, my dear?” Janet asked.

“To come,” she moaned, lifting her ass up slightly, beginning to rub herself faster again.

“Stop!” Janet ordered firmly.

Frustrated, her need to come driving her wild, the desperately horny white woman whined, “Whyyyy?”

“Because you need to allow the orgasm to come to you,” Janet said, making this shit up as she went along.

“Kkkk,” Candace whimpered, “but it’s really driving me crazy.”

“And it will drive your whole body crazy until your orgasm erupts through you, creating enough euphoria to trigger labour,” Janet continued, trying not to laugh at her ludicrous theory.

“Okay,” Candace nodded, obeying even though she would have done anything to come.

“But I’m going to get you to the brink by bringing out a naughtier you,” Janet continued.

“Okay,” Candace repeated, so enthralled with her current situation she wasn’t really processing the words.

Janet was amused by the thought that seemingly ‘okay’ was the only word in the not too bright blonde’s vocabulary.

“Where is the vibrating egg?” Janet asked.

“In my vagina,” Candace answered, thinking the question was strange.

“Don’t you mean your pussy,” Janet questioned, as she turned the vibrations up a notch. bursa elit escort

“Yes, my pussy,” she mindlessly repeated, as the pulsations increased.

“Your cunt,” Janet added.

“Yes, my cunt,” she repeated, the buzzing inside her controlling her mind, even though she always hated the ‘c’ word.

“Your fuck box,” Janet continued, getting close to taking her completely.

“Yes, yes, my fuck box, my cunt, my pussy, my slut hole,” Candace listed, her hand returning to her pussy, desperate to come.

“Do you want to come?” Janet asked, as she quickly pulled off her own skirt with one hand while still filming her.

“So badly,” the desperate white woman admitted.

“And you’ll do anything to come, right?” Janet questioned, as she began moving to the side of the bed.

“Yes, anythiiiing,” the oblivious white woman moaned, her hand now rapidly rubbing her clit.

Janet quickly got on the bed, straddled her pet-to-be’s face, while simultaneously slapping the hand from her cunt.

“What the?” the surprised white woman began, shocked by the sudden turn of events.

“Lick my cunt, and I’ll allow you to get off,” Janet explain, again turning the egg down in power.

“What? I’m not a lesbian,” Candace countered, while trying to move, even as the strange, intriguing scent lingered just above her.

Janet demanded, her tone firm, “Stop, slut.”

Candace obeyed, although protesting, “I’m not a slut.”

Janet countered, as she lowered her pussy lips onto the white woman’s stunned face, “You’re my slut.”

Candace was in crisis. She desperately wanted to come, she needed to come; yet, the thought of licking a pussy, especially a nigger’s pussy, was completely unthinkable.

When she didn’t immediately lick, Janet shut the egg off.

Candace whimpered, again frustrated by the manipulative mind game she just now realized she was a part of. She was paralyzed with indecision.

Janet had seen this hesitation many times. The moral dilemma of doing what is right versus doing what feels right. Yet, almost without fail the decision was simple. Janet lifted her pussy off her face for a moment and offered, “Lick my cunt like a good white slut and I’ll turn the egg back on.”

Candace was still conflicted, but her desire to come, and to potentially go into labour, overrode her moral integrity as she sighed, attempting to imply her reluctance, “Fine.”

“Fine what?” The black seductress asked, knowing final completion was seconds away.

“Fine, I’ll lick your cunt,” the desperate woman responded, being drawn perfectly into the web of submission.

Janet turned the egg on high for a few seconds and then turned it back off.

“Noooo,” Candace whined frustrated, a quick jolt of pleasure just a tease. She was so desperate to come, she leaned up and began licking the black pussy as if conditioned like Pavlov’s dog. The obedience equals reward concept happening live.

“You’re my white slut?” Janet questioned.

“Yes, dammit,” the pregnant woman responded, understanding the racial power play at hand, but helpless to fight it. Clearly frustrated, she declared, “I’m your white slut.”

“And you’ll obey like a good white slut?” Janet continued, turning the egg back on.

“Yessss, I’ll obeyyyyy, please just let me come,” Candace moaned, the lingering taste of pussy juice surprisingly enticing.

“And be my unconditional white pet?” Janet continued to add to the humiliation.

“Yes,” Candace agreed, mindlessly reaching up to lick the black pussy again, suddenly wanting to taste more.

Janet lowered her cunt on her new pet’s face.

This time Candace licked as expected, without hesitation. Rewarding her obedience, Janet increased the pulsations.

Candace moaned into the black pussy as she kept licking with eagerness. She lapped hungrily, in awe of how exquisite the taste was, like the finest caviar, a delicacy of the rich class.

Janet always came fastest when straddling a woman, and in only a couple of minutes of eager licking could feel her orgasm building. Wanting to completely use and dominate the pregnant submissive, she began grinding on her face until she flooded her face with squirting pussy cum.

Candace licked with insatiable hunger, desperately wanting to make this bitch come hard and taste the full explosion of flavour. And when it came, like a sudden thunder storm, she gasped as her own orgasm hit her simultaneously, the vibrating egg and ultimate act of humiliation and submission getting her off.

Like most white first time cunt lickers, she kept licking, seeming to try and retrieve as much of the exotic pussy cum as possible while Janet smiled at another successful turn. She also smiled as she saw the stiffening legs and realized the white slut had come from eating pussy.

Eventually, the black seductress got off the dazed and still coming white slut, and asked, “Ready for the real orgasm?”

Candace looked at her weakly, her body still trembling with intense aftershocks of euphoria. “I think that already happened.”

Looking at the shiny face of her new pet, Janet smiled, “Oh you silly slut, we are just getting started.”

As the black woman moved between her legs, Candace pointed out, “I can’t have multiple orgasms.”

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It had been a few weeks since my nude show at the dunking booth. I can tell you that night was one of the most out of body experiences I have ever had. Surrounded by wild women, of all sorts, all admiring my nude body, openly taking photos, and talking about every square inch of me! My own mom and sister posing next to me for a picture while I had an erection! It was absolutely unbelievable. Not to mention, Jill seeing me in that state—her eyes constantly drifting “down there”—guaranteeing my continued state of arousal for the entire evening.

I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that I went home and sexually abused myself to a significant degree that night.

The next morning I went downstairs and my mom and sister applauded when I entered the kitchen.

“Thank you, thank you,” I said.

“Well . . . what can we say about that?” my mom said.

“I can’t believe it actually happened. I woke up this morning and thought maybe I just dreamed it.” I was having a real out of body experience.

“Well, you obviously had fun, I mean you liked it,” Cindy replied smirking.

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“I mean . . . part of you certainly liked it. You were pretty hard!” she laughed and my mom smiled too.

“Let’s not talk about that!” I cut her off.

“Just look at this picture!” Cindy continued.

She had already loaded the photo of the three of us onto the computer and there I was with my sister on one side and my mom on the other looking down at my erect cock!

“I can’t believe you wanted that picture! What are you going to do with it?” I asked pleading.

“I don’t know,” my mom said. “But if all those other women were going to have one, I felt I should have one too. Besides, it was for a good cause, remember!”

I was staring at the photo and the reality of what I had done started to set in. Cindy examined it thoroughly.

“It’s very nice. It looks powerful, masculine. It has a very nice arc. You should be proud you have such a nice one.”

“I am, I guess. It’s just a little weird talking about it with the two of you, having everyone looking at it. I mean . . . that’s my penis!”

“I think it’s cute!” mom said.

“I’m done. I have to leave now! This is too much. I’m going back to bed.”

“This could be our family Christmas card!” mom laughed.

“I’m going to blow this up into poster size and hang it in my office at work!” Cindy teased.

The two of them laughed hysterically.

My life had taken a very strange turn, my mom and sister were getting awfully accepting of my nudity and it felt weird to me. I am a painfully shy person and this was being as exposed as you can get! But I started to relax a little and realize that penis’s are funny apparently.

But once again I am yammering. Let’s get to the good part of this story.

Mom was working late that night and my sister was going to her book club so I invited Jill over to watch a movie. My sister Cindy was waiting for her friend Mary to pick her up so in the meantime she sat with Jill and I.

“So what book are you discussing tonight?” I asked.

“A Summer of Passion, it’s a cheesy romance novel, but it was kind of hot,” Cindy said.

“Do you like reading those books?” Jill asked.

“Not really they’re kind of dumb most of the time, but they can be pretty sexy too. What movie are you guys going to watch?”

“Something with a lot of female nudity!” I chimed in.

“That’s pretty much every movie!” Jill said.

“Guys and their boobs! What is the deal with that obsession anyway?” Cindy asked.

“They are so awesome. You really can’t understand it unless you’re a guy. They are just the most perfect things to look at. I love them!” I was starting to get a little worked up.

Mary arrived. When she walked in her eyes looked right at me.

“Hey, I didn’t recognize you with your clothes on!” She laughed.

My face flushed, I am never going to outgrow my embarrassment. I dropped my head. The three girls all laughed at my reaction.

“Hi. I guess you were at the carnival?”

“Yup, I have your picture as my wallpaper,” she smiled.

I looked at Jill she was smiling brightly and looking at me.

“Really?”

“Absolutely. You have a great body and I think what you did was very brave . . . both times,” she said.

Cindy got up and gathered her things. “He doesn’t like talking about it.”

“No, it’s not that I don’t like talking about it, it’s just that it’s a little . . . compromising.”

Mary watched me closely—I suddenly felt like I was naked all over again.

“What did it feel like to be completely nude in front of all those women? Was it terrifying, or exciting?” Mary asked.

“He looked pretty excited to me!” Jill replied.

We all laughed.

“It was exciting, but also terrifying. I don’t know. It’s a strange feeling that’s for sure. It’s not something I would want to do again. And I am surprised at how all these women have reacted to it. They’re animals!”

“Because it’s so sexy. Not just your body, but the reason you did it.” Mary tecavüz porno added.

Cindy looked at Jill, “That’s right, you did it all for a girl. That’s what gets women so turned on. You didn’t do it for your own sexual gratification, but out of love for your woman.”

“That’s right,” I looked at Jill and smiled. She looked down smiling too.

We’re such a cute couple!

“Well, we have embarrassed him long enough, we better roll or we’ll be late,” Cindy said. “See you, enjoy your movie.”

They left. Jill and I sat on the couch looking through the On Demand choices and they weren’t too great.

“There’s nothing on. Five Hundred channels and there’s nothing to watch.” I said.

“So what do you want to do?” Jill asked through a devilish grin.

“Well we could . . .” I moved in and kissed her. We started making out. Her tongue tasted so good in my mouth. Her lips were so soft, so warm, so wet. I pulled her onto me as I lay back on the couch; my boner was in heaven being crushed by her body as she writhed on top of me.

Then I said something, between kisses, which would change everything for me, although I didn’t realize it right then. “Let’s go for a swim,” I said.

“I don’t have a suit,” Jill replied.

“I know, that’s why I want to go for a swim!”

“I could run home and get one.”

“Or you could just take your clothes off and go for a swim now.”

Jill stopped kissing me and looked me in the eyes. This time she was the one who was blushing.

She giggled, “I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”

“Why, we’ve both seen each other naked. We have the place to ourselves. It could be fun.”

I could see she was considering it and I’d have to play this carefully so as not to scare her away.

“It’s not like we’re going to have sex or anything. It’s just swimming . . . maybe a little groping.”

She thought for a moment longer.

“I’ll go first if you want.” I threw that in.

She smiled at me. “I would like to see it again. This time all for myself.”

My cock surged at that and she felt it. Her eyes went wide and she kissed me hard then jumped off.

“Okay. Strip.”

She stood in front of me in the living room and waited. I suddenly felt panicky again.

“You’re definitely going to do it too, right?”

“Maybe. First I want to see you naked, up close, and in good lighting.” I undid my shirt and dropped it to the floor. I took my shoes and socks off and threw them across the room. Then I unzipped my jeans and stopped. I laughed a nervous laugh.

“What’s the problem? I’ve already seen it.”

“I know, but it’s still intimidating.”

“This was your idea, Mark.”

I dropped my pants to the floor. I looked down and saw my wiener standing up as much as it could against the fabric. There were several spots of pre-cum on my underwear.

“Sorry. There’s sperm everywhere!”

Jill’s eyes never left my underwear. “Why, did you already pop off?”

“No. It’s just, you know, my pre-lube. I’m a well-oiled kind of guy.”

I stuck my fingers in the waistband of my boxers and started to pull them down then stopped.

“I don’t know why I’m so nervous.”

“Oh come on, you’ve done this in front of tons of women already!”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t in love with any of them.”

She walked over to me and slowly pulled my boxers down. My dick sprang up already glistening with man juice. Jill studied it intently. She reached out and ever so carefully—ever so gently—closed her soft fingers around my penis. This sent a surge of energy through my body.

First contact! At least that I was awake for and from none other than Jill Bergman the woman of my dreams.

Her other hand went to my balls. She kneaded them with great interest; she seemed astonished at their pliability. I stood there and watched her play with me. The look on her face was priceless. I think she almost forgot I was there and she only saw a penis to play with!

I put my finger under her chin and pulled it up to face me. Her eyes were glowing with excitement. I kissed her.

She tightened her grip on my erection and pulled me toward the pool. The feeling of being walked by my dick into the outside air was amazing.

She led me right to the edge of the pool and pushed me in. I surfaced and looked up at her. Jill’s cheeks were crimson; she was sweating a little. She pulled her T-shirt off in one movement. She had on a black bra. Her stomach was even flatter and harder than I remembered. She pulled her sneakers and socks off, then undid her tight shorts. She slid them down with quite a bit of effort. She had on a thong that almost came down with her shorts they were so tight. My heart was racing; my lungs were so full of air it was hard to breathe. She unclasped her bra and turned away from my gaze. Jill dropped her bra onto the ground, then effortlessly slid her thong off. Her beautiful heart shaped ass appeared before me. Her skin was silken, soft, and beautiful. She stood up and her butt cheeks took shape. Firm, tight, travesti porno amazing.

Jill turned to face me, but first covered her boobs with one arm and her womanhood with the other. She stood looming over me completely nude and gorgeous covering herself, but showing me enough to make my cock scream!

She hopped into the pool and surfaced next to me. She swam right into me and wrapped her nude slick body against mine. My dick slid up and was squished between her stomach and mine. We made out passionately rubbing our smooth naked bodies together like crazed horny dolphins.

My hand instinctively went to her breasts. They were so soft, softer than I ever could have imagined. I rubbed my thumb against her hard nipples, then slid my hands around her form. I found her butt and squeezed it, pulling her into me even more: the friction of this on my pounding cock was incredible.

Jill shoved her tongue into my mouth and I sucked on it. She pulled back a little a grabbed my dick again. The feeling shot through me like a bucket of cold stinging electrical shocks being dumped over my head and soaking down my body making me feet tingle.

She stroked it.

For two amateurs we were doing pretty well.

My finger made it’s way down past her belly button and lightly caressed her mound. I slipped my finger up and down the front of her and she seemed to respond. I entered her. She gasped. Her rock hard nipples slipped up and down my chest. I was in absolute heaven. I continued fingering her, but then I think she lost her nerve.

“Wait. Wait.” She whispered. I stopped and moved my hands back to her breasts. She seemed more comfortable with this so I continued fondling her.

I sank below the water and gently rubbed my lips over her nipples. I took her nipple into my mouth and carefully flicked it with my tongue. The feeling of her skin was so soft, so incredible that it was making me into a madman; I was wild with the need to feel that soft flesh! To have it, touch it, taste it.

Then it all went bad!

Jill grabbed me and pulled me up out of the water.

“What!” I said.

“Shhh!”

Then it hit me. There were voices in the living room. My sister, Mary and many of her friends had come in and were talking, laughing, setting things down.

“Oh shit!” I whispered.

“What do we do?” Jill was panicked. She quietly jumped out of the pool and put her clothes on over her wet body. I got out and realized my clothes were in the living room! I grabbed Jill.

“Did you drive here?”

“No I walked. Mark, if they see us they’ll know what we were doing!”

“It’s okay, just go quietly out the side. I’ll just say you left early. I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said.

I kissed her quickly. She tiptoed along the side of the house and away.

Okay, so she was safe, but what was I going to do? There was no way of getting into the house without being seen and there was nothing to cover myself with.

“Why are there clothes all over the floor?” I heard Cindy ask.

There was no time to think so I dove into the pool making a loud splash. When I surfaced Cindy was in the kitchen along with several of her friends. In fact, with her entire book club! They came outside to the pool one by one.

I moved up against the side of the pool facing them so they couldn’t see anything.

“Mark, the place was crowded so we decided to come back here to have our meeting. I wanted to do it out here, is that a problem?” she asked.

“Kind of.” I sheepishly replied.

“Why? Where’s Jill?”

“She left so I decided to go for a swim.”

“Isn’t he the one!” one Girl asked.

“That’s him, the one and only, the Naked Swimmer!” Mary told the girls.

They all howled and whistled at that.

“Can everybody just . . . kind of go out to the front of the house for a minute, please.” I asked.

Cindy looked at me, “Why?” Then she looked back at the clothes on the floor. “Are you naked?” she asked.

All the girls stopped and looked at me with surprise.

“A little.”

Laughter, excitement, noise, applause, broke out amongst the ladies.

Cindy laughed “Why are you naked!”

“I don’t know . . . I was alone . . . I wanted to take a swim, and I thought . . . you know . . .”

Mary moved in closer. “You’re really naked?”

I HUGGED the wall of the pool with the front of my body. “Yes, could you not look please.”

“Why? Are you embarrassed? How is that possible?” She asked.

“Look how red his face is!” one Hot Girl said.

“Yes, I’m embarrassed.”

We all just stayed still for a moment wondering what to do. Nobody moved.

“So let’s see it!” a Girl with an amazing rack said. Everybody laughed including me.

“No thanks. I’m not doing anymore shows.”

“Hey, you’re the one who decided to swim naked, now you must have known there was a possibility of being seen.” Mary told me.

“Who was going to see me I’m at my house!”

Cindy looked at me. “You might as well just get it over with, Mark. They aren’t xhamster porno going to leave, I know these girls. You’ve been the talk of the office for weeks now and they really want to see it, I mean you. Plus we’ve all just finished a romance novel, which is the female version of porn, so we are all already fired up.”

“You are a romance novel. I mean you’re living it!” another Attractive Girl said. “You stripped naked to prove your love for a woman in public twice. They should write a book about you.”

“Yeah, and we want to see what the cover looks like!” Mary added.

I shook my head I was starting to become resigned to the inevitable.

Mary continued her tease. “What’s the matter Mark? Is there a reason you’re so shy? Are you maybe a little worked up? Is it standing up right now, Mark? Is your hard cock going to break the surface of the water? Show us your backstroke, it will look like the fin in Jaws!”

“Damn, Mary!” my sister said. “Give the kid a break!” she couldn’t help but laugh.

Then the front door opened and this is where my story gets even more humiliating.

Remember when I said asking Jill to go for a swim would change everything for me? Well here’s why—my mom walked in the front door with Barbara, her friend from work and Barbara’s daughter Lisa.

“Hey, Mom, come here. Look what we found when we came home!” Cindy yelled and I just looked at her knowing she was once again enjoying my situation.

“What’s going on?” mom said, then she saw me in the pool. “What are you doing?”

“Swimming.” I replied.

“Naked!” Cindy added.

“Buck naked!” Mary added.

“As a jay bird!” someone else added.

“Nothing but smooth wet skin!” the Girl with the amazing boobs added.

“Why are you naked?” Mom asked.

“I don’t know!” was all I could come up with.

Barbara looked at me in the pool and laughed, then she looked at my mom and said “Why Alice, you have the Naked Swimmer swimming naked in your pool!”

Everyone laughed.

Barbara looked at her daughter “Lisa this is the boy I was telling you about.”

“Hi.” Lisa said.

“How are you?” I pretended this was a normal meeting.

My mom chimed in “Lisa is a photographer, Mark. She wanted to meet you. Barbara was telling her about you and all that’s happened lately and she was interested in maybe having you pose for her, for money.”

I didn’t know what to think about that.

“You know, money for college I mean.” She tossed that in as if that made it okay.

“So what, I’m a porn star now?”

“We wouldn’t be shooting anything other than the male body; nothing too sexual. I can show you my portfolio and you can see what you think. I was thinking of putting a calendar together like a beefcake calendar to sell and make some money. I have some start up capital, but I need a model. After what I’ve heard about you, I think if you’re interested, it could help us both out. You have a certain celebrity that can help sell the calendars and maybe we can make some money.” Lisa told me.

Lisa looked at the other girls “Would you want a calendar with him in it?”

They all said yes, very enthusiastically I might add.

“I can’t really think straight right now, especially in this state!”

“Yeah, all the blood isn’t running to his head at the moment!” Mary said.

Mom looked at me a little shocked then suppressed a smile. This was all just a little too much for me and I needed release VERY BADLY.

“Okay, I have to leave now. Since you aren’t going to give me any privacy I might as well get this over with.” I said.

I walked to the other side of the pool and climbed the ladder. Catcalls filled the air as my naked shiny butt came out of the water. I climbed out fully and cupped my balls and I covered my hardon best I could, then I turned to face them.

They were all very excited at my boldness. I scanned the crowd and every one of them was looking right at my hands—trying to see through my hands.

I walked past them. I tried to pretend to be angry, but their reaction was too wonderful and I felt so good, I couldn’t help but smile. I walked past them and into the doorway of the house. I turned and faced them.

“I guess I’d be interested in seeing your stuff.” I said to Lisa.

She enthusiastically replied “I’d be interested in seeing yours!”

Without thinking I released my hands. My hard dick swung out and pointed up at all of them. They reacted as I have found girls will react—like a pack of hungry wolves! They cheered.

Lisa looked right at it and smiled. “That will certainly do!”

I smiled brightly, I mock bowed and walked slowly upstairs giving them all ample time to take in my nude wet body.

I could hear the rumble of voices downstairs as I walked into my room. I picked up my phone and saw a text from Jill.

It read: Well?

You won’t believe it if I tell you: I texted back.

I put the phone down and started stroking myself hard. It wasn’t long before I finally found the release I needed. I shot hot cum all over my chest. Then I walked into the bathroom totally naked with my own baby-batter glistening on my chest. I was almost hoping one of the girls was upstairs to catch me, but no dice—probably for the better—I wasn’t thinking clearly and I felt a little too unrestrained like I was a different person.

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“I was going to masturbate but I think I will cum quicker if you watch me ;-)”.

“Ah,” thought Lori. That’s what the texting is about tonight. “Ok” was her return text. Not, “no way – stop wasting my time”. Or, “leave me alone”. Or, “find someone else to watch you wank off. I’m not interested.”

She’s been on the fence about Justin forever. She thought she was done after he told her he thought her meditation class was dumb and that she was just throwing money away at a charlatan without knowing anything about it. “It’s my money and my time,” she thought. “Why does he have to go about yucking my yum?”

Lori met Justin on a dating app. He was different from the get go. This is how he started his profile:

“I stared down the barrel of a shotgun and survived with only the tip of a finger missing.”

“I was a member of an outlaw motorcycle gang while also legally practicing law in the state of California.”

“I suffer from PTSD and I study the Dao De Jing.”

In the pictures, Lori saw a large man, bald head, blue eyes and lots of tattoos. Many of them on his hands and fingers. The right hand spelled out “good” and the left “evil”. She saw a cross and a heart. He also had tattoos up and down his arms and Lori would learn later at the top of his back and on his chest as well.

Why Lori reached out to such a serious bad boy, only she knows. Actually, it was the transformation. Anyone that goes through major changes and survives is kind of sexy to Lori. She could imagine someone really smart that got pulled into doing stupid things. She could relate. So she reached out to him, choosing to mimic his writing style. She wrote, “I write pornography to men I don’t know and then get scared when they want to fuck me.” And thus began the 6-month romance between Lori and Justin.

Before meeting in person, they chatted online and went on a couple of video dates. Justin was clearly smart and had interesting things to say. He worked for a nonprofit in the city. She admired his efforts to make the world a little bit better for the community he served.

He vaped. She didn’t like that. He lived an hour away. Yikes! That was a lot of time to be away from home. And his home was a rented room in a house. And this was during the pandemic. But Lori was curious, intrigued, horny, and thought she would enjoy her time with him.

“I would like to meet you.” Justin said into the screen during one of their first video chats.

“I would like to meet you as well.” Responded Lori, getting very excited by their conversation.

She sent him some of the things she had written previously. He knew her whole back story. How she was looking for a lover, yada yada. They agreed on meeting at a public park. Justin suggested they write a story together.

She LOVED the idea of writing a story together. She likes working on projects with others. She picked up two special notebooks, pens/pencils, clip boards. She was really into it. Justin told her about his writing. She knew from their conversations he was smart. She imagined sitting at a picnic table. Taking turns writing a sexy story together. She wanted to see where it would go. Where he would take them. How she would add to it.

Then he suggested they just meet in his room at his house in Richmond. That was ok too. She had already decided to have sex with him. Meeting at his house would be more convenient. They could still write together. She was a little nervous about the roommates but Justin said it would be ok so she believed him.

The drive to Richmond is a long one straight up the ugliest highway in California; Interstate 880. It’s an auxiliary highway between San Jose and Oakland and runs along the inner east bay area. Tons of traffic, a million lanes, lots of semis; basically a nightmare. Even during the pandemic, I880 is a mess.

On her way görükle escort bayan out of the house to meet with Justin for the first time, Lori was stumbling in the kitchen and the edge of a glass plate went crashing down on her big right toe. It hurt really badly and she was already leaving late but still wanted to drive thru Starbucks on her way up. She ended up just running out of the house, trying to ignore the toe.

Lori turned into the drive thru just before hitting the freeway. While there, she discovered her toe was bleeding. She got water and napkins from Starbucks and cleaned it up as best she could but she probably needed a band aid. She got in touch with Justin and made sure he had some basic first aid supplies and let him know she was running behind schedule. He was cool with it and assured her he had the necessary supplies.

His house was the last house on a cul de sac that ended at a park. He waited for Lori on one of the picnic tables. He was as advertised, big, bald, tattooed. He was vaping. He was wearing flip flops, shorts and a Hawaiian-print shirt. She was wearing linen slacks, sandals, a crochet top. She stuffed the notebooks, pins, and clipboards into her pink straw bag and threw in clothespins, lube and hair ties just in case.

The neighborhood was kind of a run down middle-class suburb. The house was super funky. There was an old RV in the driveway. The yard was overgrown and unkempt. Lori locked up her car and they made their awkward greeting and headed towards the back of the house. The backyard was reminiscent of the front with the exception of an abandoned hot tub and a motorcycle taking up lawn space.

They walked in through the glass door into what was probably a family room repurposed to be used as a closet. There was a table set up with two chairs and the communal kitchen. A roommate was sitting at the table. Brief introductions were made and then they walked up the stairs to Justin’s bedroom.

His room was at the top of the stairs, on the right next to the bathroom. It was in real life, much smaller than it appeared on screen. A double bed, a desk with a huge screen, a laptop, a full closet, a bin for clothes, a desk chair, an old-timey stereo/speaker system.

Lori was directed to the one spot it was safe to sit on at the bed. He brought out the first aid kit and she offered up her foot. It was the first time in at least 15 years since someone other than a doctor took notice of her foot. He applied the band aid while she reclined on the bed. She got a tiny foot massage – her ex husband used to massage her feet.

She wanted Justin to keep massaging and to move up her calf and thigh, continue on to her pussy, up her belly, to her breasts and for his lips to find purchase on her mouth. But instead, she received the polite, tap tap on the bottom of her foot while she was imagining all of this. The tap tap was the clue she needed to pull her foot away from him so she did and she sat up.

Lori brought out the pads of paper, the clipboards and the pens/pencils. He chose a pen. She took the pencil. He wanted them to share the same story and he wanted to start. Lori let him. She watched him write a word or maybe it was a sentence. She watched him pause for what seemed like forever. Lori laid down on the bed and watched him. She rolled onto her tummy and watched him some more.

He was sitting in his chair at the desk. Just inches from her; maybe a foot. It would be so easy for her to just reach over. She stared at the tattoos on his hands. The one on his right forearm closest to her. She wanted to trace her fingers on the tattoos and listen to his stories about his life. Instead she watched and waited.

Finally, he wrote another sentence. Lori was getting antsy. She told him she was going to start writing her own story. She picked up the other altıparmak eskort notebook and began writing.

“I’m lying on his bed and he is just inches away from me. Writing his own story. Lost in the white spaces anchored by the light blue lines that cover the surface of the page. But I don’t care about his words. I just want to run my fingertips over the celctic knot design covering his arm. I want him to run his hand over my ass. I want our lips to touch and to begin exploring.

I wonder what he is writing. I wonder how long he will take. I think it’s cute that we are going through this exercise of writing. I guess he doesn’t know it’s not necessary. I’m here for him after all.”

“Hey Lori, let’s read what we’ve written out loud. I’ll go first.”

“Ok, sure.”

So he began reading his story out loud. A string of words without meaning or substances that didn’t go anywhere. They seemingly had no beginning and no ending and read a little like a legal brief. And then it was Lori’s turn. And her words conveyed her needs and desires. Her willingness and her hunger. Her readiness for whatever the afternoon might bring. And when she came to the end of her words, Justin took his notebook and threw it to the side. He put on some death or doom metal (who can really tell the difference between the two) and got naked.

Lori learned that Justin liked to be petted and scratched. He liked laying on his stomach and having his partner caress his back. He didn’t really care all that much about kissing. He liked having his ass played with. He liked it when his prostate was stimulated while he jacked off. He liked seeing breasts and he liked professional clothes. He liked spraying his ejaculate on faces and boobs. She learned he was an exhibionist. He liked to jack off online on a website called chatter bait or something similar.

After their sexual introduction to each other, they talked about growing up broken. About overcoming life’s trials. About being vulnerable and sometimes not understanding the actions of other people. They talked about their pasts. His marriages. His time in jail. How he ended up living in the house he is in now. How he is grateful for many of the positive things in his life. About past relationships. About the damn pandemic and sheltering in place. About psych meds and belonging. About healing and about pain.

Lori wanted to cuddle him. She wanted to love him and hug him. She wanted to feel him curl up to her so he can know how good it can feel. She wanted him to be vulnerable and for it to feel ok. She wanted to be his friend. She wanted to be his lover. She wanted to make it all better. She knew when these thoughts came that they were in trouble. People aren’t puzzles to be put back together and she has no business getting wrapped up into his stuff when she has enough stuff for a village.

They continued to see each other. Every couple of weeks he would invite her over. They no longer pretended to create anything together. They would hang out in his room where he would introduce her to music like Die Antwoord, Brother Ali, Ice Cube, and the Hu from Mongolia and try to teach her about all of the metal genres and how to differentiate between them. He would lecture her on socioeconomic stratification and the military industrial complex.

They watched obscure movies. They had sex. She confessed to him about being attracted to BDSM. He slapped at her breasts and pulled on her nipples for her. She bought a magic wand to live with him in his room. He bought an attachment for his penis. She bought him some anal training dildos. She had a book sent to him and asked him to read it.

The book was “The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane” by Kate DiCamillo. It’s a children’s story about a china rabbit doll that is loved then lost over and nilüfer escort over again and in the process learns to also love. To Lori the book was an example of how our trials, our tattoos and our scars, make us who we are and in the process teach us how to give and receive love. She wanted Justin to know he was alright and like Edward he was capable of giving and receiving. But Justin wasn’t as evolved as the china rabbit.

He couldn’t even manage to read the book. One day, she asked if he had read it and he said no. She asked if she could read it out loud. He brought it out for her and she started reading. She might have gotten through the first chapter when he asked her to please stop. She looked up and saw that he was on the verge of a serious emotional outburst that he was trying to desperately hold back. He brought out the Dao De Jing and asked her to read from that instead. She did.

She shared her stories with him. She shared things that were symbolic of her and her struggles and he didn’t have the emotional capacity to experience them. And then he would feel like a failure for not being able to open up to her. But their sex life got sexier and sexier.

The last time they were together, they started the same way as always. They were both naked on the bed. His arms were curled up underneath him and his face was pointing down. He asked her to scratch his back. She did and when she got to his ass she kept going and began working her way in between his thighs. He shifted then, raising his hip to expose himself to her. She saw his big thick cock. Her hands made their way to it. She started to play with it and soon it was in her mouth and she was between his legs.

She sucked his cock with fervor and tenderness. She tasted all of him. She used a finger to find his prostate. She tasted his balls. She bit the inside of his thigh. She teased and tasted and explored. Then he asked her to stop and he played with her pussy and suckled her nipples. He pulled out the rabbit vibrator and put it inside her while positioning the bunny ears around her clit. In addition to the vibrations, the head of this vibrator also rotated and Justin used his upper body strength to push it into her. Lori was enthralled and she sang her song loudly and came with a deep satisfaction. He then asked her to get on her knees. She complied.

Justin began playing with her ass. He used her butt plug on her as he lubed up his cock and for the first time ever Justin entered her. Just for a little bit. It felt good to have his cock inside her. She wanted him to come that way but instead he pulled out and asked her to get on the ground. He asked for her finger to find his prostate again. He asked her to be ready to accept his ejaculate in her mouth when he came. And he towered over her pulling on his cock, feeling her finger inside him and began to jack off. When the time came, Lori’s mouth was open and eager and sucked down all the cum she could manage.

After, she stayed on the ground and hugged his leg as she listened to another obscure band while he vaped. She felt relaxed – her orgasm satisfied. When she got up to leave he walked her out like he always did. He gave her a hug at her car door. And then she drove home.

Lori heard from him before Thanksgiving. She knew the holidays were going to be hard for him. That they had always been hard for him. She tried to impart all of the self care knowledge she had gathered from years of therapy and self-help books. She offered to spend time with him. She told him about Gizdich farm and their amazing pies and the beautiful drive to Watsonville through Uvas Canyon and past Mt Hamilton. He didn’t reach out to her though and the whole season marched by without contact.

And then when she finally did hear from him, he called because he wanted her to watch him jack off. And she did. She even played with her nipple for him. They talked about getting together after Valentine’s Day. That was months ago. Will he call her again? Maybe. It really just doesn’t matter. Lori needs to find someone with a greater capacity for connection. Even good satisfying orgasms just aren’t enough anymore.

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When I was 22 I worked at a Target store in Orange County. A girl worked there, she was just out of high school, but she looked like an innocent and sweet girl, I mistook her for 16 or 17, she was actually 19. One day I was organizing the shoe department and was admiring a pair of patent leather red pumps lost in dreamland, believing I was alone. I must have been lost in this state for minutes because I was shook from my daze when she tapped me on the shoulder asking if I was ok.

At closing that night, we punched our cards and walked out together. Not so unusual, we’d become friendly. I was with my girlfriend Jacqueline at the time, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t totally attracted to her.

“Come check something out real fast,” she said as I was about to get into my car.

I walked over to her car and she used her fob to unlock the trunk. She opened it and pulled out a pair of leather, knee-high heels, red, with a gold zipper up the side.

“Do you like them?”

I could only smile from ear to ear. I was aroused immediately. She was so young and innocent seeming and with this little maneuver garnered my love immediately.

Nothing ever happened between us, but because of her I began having fantasies of cuckoldry and submissive devotion.

Shortly after Jacqueline and I had already broken up, made up, and broken up a couple of times already and when she finally made it clear she was done with me. I began stealing pantie and I simply turned my sexual desires inward.

I imagined I was Katherine’s submissive. Katherine is the girl from Target with the boots. I didn’t know what a submissive was at the time, but I imagined myself in service to her. I imagined I dressed her, bathed her, gave her mani pedis, and cooked and cleaned for her. She was off limits, too young I told myself. But I could fantasize about serving her.

Jacqueline got me started. I will never forget. We used to play this game, no using your hands, everything else was fair game. We’d play it for hours. That is not an exaggeration. We knew how to play. She knew how to play. She brought out the best in me.

One night during this game, she put on a pair of sheer-to-waist pantyhose. After putting them on in front of me she asked if I’d like to wear a pair.

“They’ll make us both feel really good,” she added.

I’ll never forget this moment. I had to pretend not to know how to put them on, I’d done it so many times over the years, ever since discovering my mom’s panty and hosiery drawers. She must have known because after fumbling to follow her instructions on the first leg, I gathered the silky hose into a ring, slipped it tightly over my pointed toes and slid them snuggly and effortlessly up my second leg. An impossible task for a first timer to have completed.

After we’d both slipped on and adjusted our hose we went to the bathroom and admired ourselves in the mirror. She got an idea, at least she was a good enough actor to make it seem like a spontaneous act, to paint my lips with lipstick.

“Just let me try, you try, see what it looks like,” she prompted.

Of course it was a dream come true and my feigned resistance must have made her laugh inside. She painted my mouth and pointed my face to the mirror before she kissed my mouth the way I’d imagined lesbians kiss.

We played that night for literal hours. Grinding, scissoring, kissing, applying and reapplying lipstick, we were behaving like the lesbian porn actors in the films we both loved watching.

After that I began wearing her panties. I bought my own panties, nightgowns and chemises. I bought her stockings, panties, hosiery, garterbelts and heels and we made love like homosexual women not heterosexual couples.

She used buttplugs on me. I wore a buttplug to work at her request. Toward the end of our relationship, she was calling me her sissy, her pantyboy, her faggot sissy and I served her evermore fervently. I think it wasn’t what she really wanted. She wanted a real lesbian not a man pretending to be one. And she liked men, and she wanted a man to fuck her, not a man to serve her. We were great together, and if I’d known then what I know now, I’d have proposed to her with a caveat that would make my proposal irrefutable.

I would have asked her to be my mistress dom wife. “You can go and be with a woman, be with a man, be with 5 men, I don’t care, just always come back to me and let me live vicariously through you and be completely devoted to you.” Is what I would have said if I knew then what I know now.

Jacqueline and I are both in our 50s now. She’s happily married, and a swinger at that. Apparently she and her husband swing. I don’t know the details, but over the years we’ve kept connected in some form or fashion. When we were in our mid 30s we met up in Vegas for 5 days. She’s sent me photos of herself, I’ve written stories and sent her way more illicit photos of myself to her than she’s ever shared with me. Hers are tasteful, mine are lascivious. Typical male-ego-driven stuff.

I’ve had one good escort bayan relationship since her, plus a marriage come and gone. The marriage only lasted 5 years and it was a terrible relationship. In between the one good relationship and the marriage I had an online, digital affair with a woman overseas, her name was Joan. I’d moved to Europe and she was an old colleague. One day she sent me an email asking if I’d read a story she’d written. It was erotica. Ok stuff, pretty tame by my standards, but that little email led to me fulfilling my ultimate fantasy.

Let me start with the one good relationship I had after Jacqueline dumped me. Maria. She was a pansexual, Ivy League, totally leftwing radical who let me fly my freak flag. She was young, 23, and fresh out of undergrad. She found my lingerie. When I met her it was so totally unexpected and almost a year since I’d broken up with Jacqueline so I had built up quite a collection. Jacqueline leaving me left a huge emptiness that I filled pretending to be a woman. I would dress up and basically have sex with myself. I had dildos, vibes, plugs, lubes, lingerie and a huge mirror that Jaqcueline had insisted I buy that I spent whole nights in front of masturbating. The first date with Maria, I had absolutely no intention of taking her back to my place and yet, that’s how it went.

We fucked and then we spent the weekend together. I was on alert. I knew I’d have to hide my stash and in my sloth had let that stash permeate my whole apartment. I had panties in my regular chest of drawers with my male boxers. I had my hose in my sock drawer. I had vibrators in the bedside tables, not just one or two, but three, plus two buttplugs. I wasn’t worried if she found those, I could explain it simply enough and not seem like a total freak. I had LegShow magazine, two years worth of them in the bathroom under the vanity. I thought if anything, having them in the bathroom would seem ok, and that I didn’t attempt to hide them I thought would come off as macho. But they were LegShow. If you know or knew what LegShow magazine’s focus was then you might think twice, it was a submissive men’s magazine. I’d actually had several letters published by them. But I also had heels under my bed, gowns in between the boxspring and mattress, and chemise hanging in the back of my walk-in closet.

Like I said, I was on high alert, but she never snooped around, just hung out and fucked, drank, fucked some more and then it was Monday and I went to work early, told her to lock the door on the way out, and I’d call her to see if we could hang out later.

I got home Monday after work and she was laying on the bed watching a sissy DVD on the tv, laying on my bed on a pile of panties, hose, and lingerie.

So, after Jacqueline, I never thought I’d have that kind of sex again, and along came Maria. We had fun. But she was volatile. I realized after we broke up, she wasn’t as “liberally-minded” as she presented herself to be. She was ok with women being pansexual, but deep down, it bothered her that I liked cock and cum as much as I liked pussy and cream.

We had fun. I loved her, as much as I thought I’d never love anyone like Jacqueline, I did love Maria as much. Of course it was different. Everyone knows that. But I asked her to marry me, but it was too late. She was moving on, going to law school and I was left in her wake. Surprising to me was that she kept in contact. Since we broke up, we’ve gotten together for sex twice, separated by ten years, the next one should be coming up soon, lol.

Maria fucked me with a strap-on. I sucked her strap-on. It was while we were together I found shemales. I would go to this porn shop that had closets with two-way windows. You could watch porn and open your window so the person in the next closet could watch. They could open theirs or you could both have them open. I would dress up, put my male clothes on and go to the porn shop. I’d strip down to my lingerie, put on shemale porn, and open my window.

I loved it. I tried telling Maria about it and she was furious. I was humiliated, but not the way a new-born sissy can handle. If I’d known then what I know now I would have played it a lot better. Would have accepted it and let her have her way with me.

That was the beginning of the end. After she found that out, she never recovered. She went off to law school and within the year we’d broken up.

After that I bore headlong into being a sissy. I moved to Florida for work, and had a condo at a snowbird complex which meant I had remarkable privacy. The complex pool was always vacant. I had the place to myself. I began going on long weekends up to Tampa where I’d get a room and shop all weekend. Panties, hose, shoes, everything. Those were the early days of the internet and I would go into yahoo adult rooms and show myself off. I began dating myself. I began shaving. Not my legs, but I kept my ass, balls, and cock, clean-shaven. Basically, as long as I wore a long pair of shorts, no one could tell I was a sissy. But altıparmak escort bayan if I went swimming, everyone would have known.

On weekends at home I spent cleaning my condo, sipping cocktails, taking an oxy or perc, smoking some weed and playing dress up. By night time I was going online and showing whoever wanted to watch. I made it so the camera never showed my face, it was totally safe and fun as hell.

I started on Craigslist. I made a profile, back then it was so easy. At first it was just for fun. I never intended to follow through. Then on my first summer in the condo, the whole complex was empty because all the snowbirds were up north, and I took a risk. I answered one of the ads.

I invited him over.

I wrote, “I’ll be at the pool. I live in a snowbird condo complex and it’s totally safe and private. If you show up, we can go to my condo after we smoke.”

I’ll never forget it. I was totally jacked. High on percs, weed and Jack, I paced, and waffled, he’d never know who’s condo it was, the place was huge, I just won’t go to the pool. No, no, I’ll go, what the hell, just go, you’re fuckered up enough. No, man, you do this and you cross a line.

Back and forth I went. I popped another pill and poured myself a triple jack and coke, rolled a joint and steeled myself. I had a pair of powder-blue Vanity Fair, full-cut panties on. I wrapped my beach towel around myself and strode confidently down to the pool, through the gate and pool house, dropped my towel and slid into the warm summer pool night.

I was 40 minutes early. I soaked and felt the night air and water. I looked at myself in my wet panties. Before I knew what was happening I heard the metal hinges on the pool gate squeak and a black man walk through the pool house.

I was stunned. I had no indication. I just let it all go and smiled. I was actually coy when he told me he liked my panties. We smoked and then, shyly I got out of the pool and wrapped myself up and we walked back to my condo.

As soon as I closed the door, I turned around, got on my knees and took out his cock for him. It was huge. Bigger than any dildo or vibe I’d ever owned. I hesitated not. I took his cock into my mouth and let instinct and years of fantasizing do the rest.

I remember my eyes watering, as if the sheer size and length of his cock was squeezing it from my eyes. I remember how proud I was to be able to take all of his gorgeous cock down my throat as if I were a seasoned pro.

He came down my throat. I remember recognizing the point of no return and the moment in time wherein I contemplated what to do, get off his cock or let him cum in my mouth. I doubled down, forced his cock down my throat and rode his bucking cock as it jerked orgasm down into my stomach. I didn’t even taste it, I’m glad I chose this route, because it was like it didn’t even happen. I let him slip out my mouth, chugged the rest of my jack and coke and it was like i didn’t even do it, like I hadn’t just made a man cum.

But I did. And I wanted more.

I did find more. Over the next few years I sucked 7 cocks. I also had 3 girlfriends, one from Japan, one old lady 20 years my senior, and one Albanian. None of them meant anything other than fulfilling some wild kink or fantasy. I didn’t have any interest in love, only making my fantasies a reality.

That’s when I moved to Europe and started that digital affair. Joan was a fellow teacher and friend. We were just friends. She was married, I was having gay and hetro sex with whoever would do it. No one knew what I was doing at my work. I never told a soul. I was totally anonymous. The gay sex I was having was with out of towners, the girlfriends I had were locals and it made it look like I was some kind of player. Joan had no idea. And I had no idea she liked me. We were good friends, hung out a lot, even collaborated on school stuff, but I never imagined.

In Europe I drove deeper into my fantasies. I bought the finest lingerie from the finest department stores. I would take the metro across town as to minimalize risk. I made a whole day of it. Wake up early, bathe, shave, smoke a joint with some coffee, dress up like a sissy and put my male clothes over top, then head out.

Karstadt was my favorite store. I absolutely adore the smells and colors of a department store ladies section. I would browse for as long as I could so as to not seem awkward, and I’d ask the sales women for help on sizing to make it seem like I was shopping for someone else. I always wondered if the women suspected me of crossdressing. But it was a thrill to imagine they knew. I was in a constant state of arousal whenever I went shopping for my sissy paraphernalia.

I became a lingerie expert. I bought only the best. I would make my purchase in the lingerie department, migrate to the makeup and perfume section, buy a tube of lipstick and some cologne, then migrate to the dress section and browse looking for the perfect outfit. If I didn’t like anything, I had nilüfer eskort no shame, I would simply leave without a purchase and go to another store. I would look at the shoes. I love the women’s shoe department. The smell of leather and nylon is intoxicating. I never bought shoes, I had to do that online. It would have been too obvious I was shopping for myself. In hindsight, and knowing what I know now, I would have no problem shopping for shoes now.

I would go to the drug store and buy shaving cream, razors, and depilatory cream, all in the women’s section. I’d pick up candles by the dozen, all feminine scents. I bought bath oils and body lotion. I made my purchases without shame or embarrassment. I loved watching the reactions of the clerks sliding my purchases across the scanner, glancing up at me, and back down at my purchases.

Then I’d treat myself to a lunch at some fancy cafe or bistro and sit out in the sun on the sidewalk with my women’s department store shopping bags piled up on the chair next to me, like a date. I used to laugh to myself about it. It was during this period I realized what I was actually doing was having a date with myself, my alter-ego. I called it my metaphor.

During lunch I’d go through my purchases, fingering the fabric, reading the instructions on the makeup and lotion bottles. I didn’t care who saw me.

Usually by afternoon I’d be back home and I would begin my ritual. Lace the room with candles, open a bottle of bourbon, smoke a joint and by the time the sun was setting and Coltrane was playing on the speaker I would begin. Depilatory cream; everything below my neck. I was coated in fiery hot white cream and just like that my male was washed down the bathtub drain. I’d prance around sipping my ginger ale and bourbon smooth as a woman. In various reflective surfaces around my flat I’d catch glimpses that reflected back the image of a woman, not a silly man. My flat, only brightened by flickering candlelight, I’d go in the living room and prepare. I’d convert my work desk to a vanity equipped with vanity two sided mirror, makeup, makeup remover, brushes and sponges, and nail polish.

I would slip on a favorite pair of panties. I always wore Vanity Fair full-bottom briefs for this part. A nice comfortable swishy pale blue, or pink pair for the full effect. I’d paint my nails, fingers and toes, a labor of love as I sipped my drink and toked my joint. Then I’d try my hand at makeup for a while. I was terrible and never got the hang of it. I am always stunned by how much practice it takes. Every woman you see has literally spent hours and hours practicing their makeup.

Once I knew the nails were dry, I’d slip on my hose. Either thigh-highs, or sheer-to-waist, however I was feeling. Thigh highs if I wanted a girdle or garterbelt and exposed pussy and ass, or sheer to waist to give me that all-over-womanly feeling. Whatever the case, I only wore Wolford’s.

Then, depending on whether or not I wore a garter or girdle, I picked out a chemise. I had a dozen elegant chemises to choose from. I’d go to my closet and fondle the silky material, placing it in front of myself and twisting and turning in front of the full-length mirror. Then my wig and finally my shoes. I had a pair of black knee-high leather heels with a zipper up the inner calf.

I’d do this just about every weekend. Sometimes I’d do all this, except the makeup, wig and heels, and I’d put on a suit and go to the theatre or symphony. Make it a real date.

Invariably, at the end of the night, I’d be lying on my bed with my vibrator and my cam open to whomever wanted to watch. I kept my face out of it so it was totally safe. I had a fake digital person online that was impossible for anyone other than a hacker to connect back to me. I would tease the boys so viciously. They would berate and humiliate me, calling me every slanderous name you could imagine, and I just teased and teased. Only ever ejaculating after an entire evening of teasing so that only the truly devoted viewers would get the reward.

That’s what I had become when Joan wrote me that email and shared with me her erotic story.

Joan had no idea, at least that’s what I thought at the time.

Let me go back to Jacqueline. She got me started in all this. Technically, I got myself started when I was just a teenager and found my mom’s lingerie and stockings. So, ever since I was 13 years old I have loved silky panties and hosiery. I kept it in a securely locked safe that no one would ever discover. I thought it would remain that way until I met Jacqueline.

She told me something that I’ll never forget and also have come to believe through the years to be absolutely true. Everyone wonders what it would be like to be the opposite of their sex. The one caveat I’d add would be that “everyone” meaning anyone self-aware and open-minded enough about their sexuality has wondered about being a member of their opposite sex. I’ve been with women, my ex-wife for one, who have no clue about their own sexuality. They are happy being a woman and never curious about the opposite, this kind of lover has absolutely no idea how to please a member of the opposite sex. I realize that if you are curious about what it’s like to be your sexual opposite, then you are a good lover, at least open to the potential of being one.

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He stirred in a dark room, to the birds’ morning song.

How long had it been since he’d walked in?

It had been daylight then. Late afternoon.

He’d caught an early flight, and strolled in right as his wife was making dinner for herself. Fortunately, he had stopped by a cafe and brought some food to share. Orange chicken and fried rice — her favorite. They’d spent the evening catching up and sharing food from eachothers’ plates.

And, of course, he pounded her until they both collapsed.

That must have been several hours ago. He glanced to his left, out into the bedroom. He hadn’t even bothered to unpack.

Well. That was forgivable. He had been preoccupied now, hadn’t he?

He glanced to his right — his wife’s face, inches away. She was already awake, smiling sleepily at him. She was on her belly as always, under a single sheet. Still naked, he wondered? He ran a hand across her back. Yes.

She stretched out like a cat, purring.

“Hey baby,” he said.

“Hey.”

“What are you up to…?” She’d been awake for a while. He could tell.

She giggled mischievously and didn’t answer. Instead, she took his face her hands – kissing him, first on his forehead and then his lips.

Her fingers were warm, and damp.

“What time is it…?” he asked.

“Dunno. Morning I guess.” Neither of them felt inclined to reach for a phone.

He stretched a little himself, making note of the firm tension between his legs. Definitely morning.

“Did we sleep that long?”

“Yeah, I wore you out…”

He laughed.

“Baby, I’m cold…” she whined.

“Oh really?”

His hands slid down her body and she yelped. He discovered why her fingers were wet, and why she was awake.

He reached over to draw the blanket over them both — but then, thinking better — pulled it around himself like a cape and laid on top of her with a laugh.

“Warmer now?”

She giggled again. “Yeah…”

Wide awake now, he laid against her, pressing her firmly into the mattress, letting her feel his hardness against her butt and his chest against her back. He started with kisses at the nape of her neck, and she giggled playfully as he teased her earlobes with his tongue.

“You really missed me, didn’t you?” he whispered.

“Mmm-hmm…”

He worked his way down the bumps of her spine, along the sharp curve of her shoulder blade, toward her armpit. He tickled her there and she shivered again as he made his way back to the midline. His hands worked down her body, first kneading her shoulders and then stroking the sides of her breasts. As he kissed his way down, his hands found her midsection, and then found their way to the globes of her butt. He blew hot breath on her rosebud and her pussy — and she groaned with disappointment when he skipped her sex entirely and began to kiss gorukle escort her inner thighs. Working upward, slowly. Teasing her.

Her back arched into the mattress, and she brought her knees up closer to her belly. Her butt pushed higher into the air. She needed him, needed to be close to him, needed him to have access to her most sensitive flesh. By the time his face arrived between her legs she was slick and hot with desire. He gripped her lower back and pressed her nose against her, between her folds, inhaling her familiar musky scent. He gave her a single kiss in between, at the place where her lips met — and then again, on the other end — before pulling back.

“I want to taste you here again…” he murmured. One arm reached up, first to her hand and then grabbing her wrist and forearm. She did the same.

“Yes, please,” she said, giving his forearm a squeeze.

He dove in again, and licked her in one long stroke, from one end of her pussy to the other. He took one labium into his mouth, rolling it between his lips and teasing it with his tongue, and then the other. One finger, and then two, pushed inside, pressing the front side of her flesh. Rubbing forward, and back… he felt her hips shift and her cries become higher and sharper then.

Now or never, he thought.

He took her clitoris into his mouth then, and sucked her in, while pressing his fingers firmly against the front of her canal. His tongue danced across her sensitive tip. She squealed with pleasure and rocked against his face, squeezing her thighs around his head. It was all he could do to maintain contact.

After several seconds she collapsed onto the bed.

She laid still. He slid up her body again — partly to feel her against him, but also to check on her — and was relieved to find her laughing softly. They took a moment, kissing each other softly, and catching their breath. Again, they dozed.

When he stirred just minutes later, he pulled away from her and propped himself up on his arms. For a moment, was overcome by the sight of her — on her stomach beneath him, her hair a mess, arms splayed at her side. Her body was now ripe for him, slick with his saliva and her juices. He decided: he had to feel her this way, just for a bit. He pressed his cock against her flesh, between her sensitive folds, rubbing back and forth and listening to her sighs — and she met his movements. Then, in a single, slow, stroke, he sank himself into her wet silky warmth and drove himself home. She felt beautiful friction as he opened her, and her skin dragged against his. The sensations were luxurious and decadent – like the first stretch of the morning after a good night’s rest. He settled onto her and they both let out a satisfied sigh.

This, actually, was his favorite position: with her on her belly, her butt propped up altıparmak eskort bayan on pillows beneath them, nestled into his groin. He could use one hand to hold her breasts and the other to fondle her to orgasm this way. Or he could hold her wrists above her head and thrust deep, hard and fast, and surrender all reason until he was sated. But that was for last night, when he first arrived home, after she had teased his eyes and ears for weeks. Come home, she had written. Come take me hard. I feel empty, come fill me up. And he did.

This morning he wanted to cuddle and hold her close. So in one motion, he rolled her to her side and pulled the blankets over, enveloping her completely in their warmth. One arm made its way to her breasts and the other slipped south between her thighs, to where he entered her. He marveled at the contrast — his hard cock and her soft flesh, both made wet and slick by her arousal. He gathered the moisture with his fingers and moved them forward to brush against her nub.

She whimpered. He took it as a compliment.

“Babe, do you want to come like this?”

She whimpered again — two sounds actually? A “Mm-hmm,” maybe? A yes? He played dumb and smiled into the back of her head.

“Can’t hear you love.” He brushed against her again, and she stiffened.

“Yes — please — I want to come!”

He almost teased her more, but he felt she was on the precipice, and that wouldn’t be very nice now, would it? He slid his fingers against her wetness again, this time deliberately making firm circles against her. She sighed, feeling some relief.

“Is this good?”

“Yes, like that.”

The laid like that for some time, his hand squeezing her breast, and his fingers working masterfully between her legs. She felt him kiss her head and bury his face in her hair. His hot breath tickled the back of her neck. She rolled her hips, grinding her ass against him, finding a rhythm. She felt the tide of pleasure rise within her again.

When her hips began to rock against him, he shifted his hand slightly to meet her efforts. That seemed to push her to the edge.

“D-don’t — don’t stop!” she whispered urgently, and he was happy to oblige. His hand continued its work, suddenly very wet and slick. His other arm held her tight against him. She gasped, as he pushed himself deep to ride through her climax.

For her, her last orgasm had been sharp and fast and excellent in its own way. This one came on slow, and felt fuller – and deeper – as her body squeezed against his invading flesh. She grimaced as she bucked against him with low moans. He felt the exquisite pleasure of her pussy spasming around him. Her orgasm washed over her in waves. She was almost too much for him, and it took everything within him to keep control.

He held her there nilüfer eskort bayan for a moment, loosening his arm to let her inhale more freely again. Suddenly warm, he lifted the blanket away so they both could feel the fresh, cool air on their skin. The tension melted out of her body, and her breaths softened as she relaxed. She turned her head, blinking in the darkness. Reality came back into focus. He brushed her hair out of her face, stroking it away so he could give her a long, deep kiss that devolved into several smaller ones. She grinned up at him deliriously, enjoying the attention and relaxing in his arms. She closed her eyes and he wondered if she might doze off. He gently – but firmly – pushed his pelvis against her to reminder her that he wasn’t done.

Understanding, she disengaged and pulled away from him slowly. He felt suddenly cool – and she, bereft – as he pulled out of her warmth. She slid onto her back and tugged him over her.

He pressed into her again, easy and luxuriously slow. She sighed with satisfaction as he laid on her, and felt the warmth his body against hers again: first his groin and thighs, then his belly, then his chest. He kissed her lips and face before he slipped his arms behind her shoulders and gathered her close, rubbing his face against the side of hers and her neck. She closed her eyes again, and was overwhelmed by his closeness. They stayed like that for several moments.

The days’ light appeared in the window as he began to move within her. Slow and steady, in and out. She opened her eyes and used her fingers to gently pat and scratch the back of his neck. She knew it wouldn’t be long, but she rolled her hips against him all the same.

“Please baby, I’m ready for you. Please come for me…” she mewled happily, urging him forward to the end.

Her desire for him supercharged his for her. His thrusts rose to a faster and firmer rhythm. Something inside him seemed to crest, and release, and he let out a low growl. He knew there was no stopping him now. He pushed deep, bottoming out again against her cervix.

This time it was her turn to hold him close. Her arms wrapped around his back while her legs locked him tight behind his thighs. She squeezed her pussy with all her might. His hips jerked forward, as if trying to bury himself deeper still, flooding her with his seed and grunting with each spurt.

When he finished, his weight settled on her in the familiar way she loved. They dozed like this for minutes, sighing happily and counting eachother’s breaths. The room was heavy with the shared scent of their sex. Occasionally he would nuzzle his face in her neck. She turned to the window and watched the sun peek over the horizon.

His softening cock slipped from her, and she felt his runny release drip down her thigh.

A growling stomach interrupted their reverie. They both laughed.

“You must be hungry,” she said.

“You made dinner. I’ll do breakfast.” He pulled away from her and suddenly she felt the cool morning air against her skin. She pulled the blanket close.

“Shower first?” she asked. With me? was the unspoken implication.

“OK.”

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Sofia Stefani was nervous. This was, after all, her very first interview for the Dixie Times. Her editor, Steve Lupine, was a grizzled old newspaperman who believed that new reporters learned from adversity. That’s why she ended up having the ‘honor’ of interviewing Lt. Colonel Anne Kalloni, USMC, retired.

Even by the demanding standards of the United States Marine Corps, Anne Kalloni was considered “Hard-Corps”. As one of the senior ranking women officers in the Corps, she had finally retired after thirty years of experiences – these experiences where what Sofia was to capture and write about.

Sofia was also nervous because she was running five minutes late for her appointment. Just as she pushed the doorbell, a clear soprano voice asked from behind her, “Exactly what part of ‘be on time’ do you find so fucking confusing, Missy?”

Sofia almost fainted from fright. She quickly turned and was surprised by what she saw. There stood an attractive older woman, dressed in shorts and a halter-top, with her hands planted firmly on her hips. What surprised Sofia wasn’t so much that the woman was obviously in excellent shape, was confident and extremely self-assured or that she had managed to catch Sofia completely unaware: it was that Sofia, who was not tall herself, could look directly into the woman’s eyes; she wasn’t even really short — she was petite.

Apparently, used to this reaction, Anne cocked one eyebrow and said, “What’s the matter Darlin’? Expecting some Ol’ butch chick with big ass biceps? Well, come along ‘Princess’ Get your ass in gear, and bring it inside the house. It’s fucking hot out here!” Then, without a backward glance, Anne went into the house, leaving Sofia in her wake.

How can a woman who is no bigger than I am make me feel so intimidated? mused Sofia as she quickly followed Anne into the house. God, what a bitch! Sofia finally caught up to Anne. Before she could say anything herself, Anne said, “Listen Princess; let’s get something straight between us. The ONLY reason you’re here is because Steve Lupine was one of the finest Navy Corpsmen with whom I ever had the pleasure to serve. So sit down, shut your suck and start writing — you might actually learn something!”

Sofia knew that she had a strong submissive streak as part her nature; many of her past male relationships had taken advantage of her because of it. That is why she was so surprised at her own response. “You, Lt. Colonel Anne Kalloni are an obnoxious, arrogant, rude bitch. If you speak to me like that again I will walk right out of here … interview or no interview!” Sofia blurted out, as she stood with her shapely legs spread, hands on hips and a very bright shade of red coloring her face.

Sofia realizing what she had just said only moments after bursa sınırsız escort the words had left her mouth. She also realized that Lt. Colonel Kalloni was going to throw her and her career out the door.

“Well, well, well! Girl’s got some moxie when she’s pissed,” laughed Anne. “Okay, Princess, sit down and let’s get to know one another. I’m Anne, who the fuck are you?”

Out of this inauspicious beginning a friendship was born. As the afternoon became evening, Sofia realized that she had told Anne as much about herself as Anne had shared with her. Anne now knew how badly Sofia needed this job to support herself; she knew all about her past failed relationships with men; she even knew about the couple of female relationships that Sofia had been in.

For her part, Sofia now greatly admired this strong confident woman. She had learned about all of the prejudices that a woman faced in a “male’ oriented fighting force; Anne’s difficulty in managing any type of relationship due to her extensive responsibilities and travel commitments, and most importantly Sofia knew that her submissive side was being strongly attracted to Anne’s dominant nature.

Just as the sun set, Anne finally called a halt to what wasn’t so much an interview any longer, but had become a chat between girlfriends.

“Get your ass in the kitchen where it belongs, Princess,” barked Anne as she stood up. “You’re making the salad and I’m going to burn the steaks, deal?” “Deal” said Sofia, secretly pleased to be allowed to stay and enjoy Anne’s company even longer.

After a pleasant dinner, the two new friends adjourned to a double chaise lounge out by the pool, accompanied by a bottle of wine. They chatted; they joked; they drank wine; they nudged each other playfully and at some point, they passed the line beyond friendship.

After an hour or so, Anne jumped up and said”, Get your ass up, Princess. We’re going for a swim!” When Sofia attempted to beg off, due to the lack of a swimming suit, Anne told her, “It wasn’t a question Princess! We don’t need swim suits any fucking way — now get your ass undressed or I’ll do it for you!”, as she slid her own shorts off her hips and onto the floor. As Sofia stood and began to remove her clothes, she felt Anne’s increased degree of dominance excite her.

Anne quickly and efficiently finished undressing and dove into the pool. She swiftly surfaced and watched Sofia finish disrobing. Mmmmm, you may not know it yet ‘Princess’, but you belong to me now’ thought Anne as she watched intently … admiring Sofia’s firm pert breasts crowned by delectable pink nipples that were just waiting to be sucked. Anne’s eyes moved lower and she relished Sofia’s smooth luscious stomach and slightly flared hips. Then, finally, Anne bursa üniversiteli escort allowed herself to appreciate the lovely downy hair covering Sofia’s deliciously pouting pussy and its labia just waiting to be eaten like a slice of fresh melon. Oh, yeah, Princess … you are oh, so mine now! reflected Anne, as she went to the steps to meet Sofia.

Sofia got her first real look at Anne’s body as she slowly walked down the steps into the pool. It was the body of a mature woman. It was a body of a woman who took care of herself. Her breasts were still firm and slightly upturned, her slightly rounded stomach complemented the wider flare of her hips and her mons was cleanly shaven.

Sofia hurriedly rushed the rest of the way into the water so that Anne wouldn’t see her rapidly hardening nipples or notice how wet she had suddenly become. She couldn’t help but notice that Anne’s nipples had hardened when she had started to enter the pool and the look in Anne’s eyes was almost predatory. This made Sofia’s stomach tumble in anticipation as she thought of what it would be like to be controlled and possessed by this woman.

As they swam, Anne always kept close to Sofia, constantly touching her, holding her hand and stroking her back and shoulders. When they had swum for several minutes, Anne got out of the pool and disappeared into the house. She returned shortly with three huge fluffy towels, which she set on the chaise lounge. She quickly dried herself as Sofia exited the pool.

Sofia accepted one of the soft towels. She was contently drying herself when she felt Anne’s hands first touch, then fasten something around her neck. Sofia felt a huge surge of excitement as her own hand identified what Anne had just fasten on her. It was a collar … “Oh my God, Anne just put a collar on me…”

Sofia turned and looked at Anne. Yes, Anne’s eyes still held that same predatory look as before, but now they also had the added spice of lust. Sofia’s fingers traced the outline of the collar and she felt her body becoming more and more aroused. She desperately wanted to give herself to Anne and obey her every whim. As her desire to submit hit a fever peak, Sofia softly asked, “A collar, Anne? What … am I your pet now?… Are you telling me that I belong to you?”

Anne said nothing, but bent and retrieved a black leash from where it had been secreted under the third towel. Holding the clip end up for Sofia to see, Anne said, “That is a decision that you yourself needs to make, Princess. As it stands right now, you can call that collar a big joke and we can head our different ways … or … you can clip this leash to your collar and become mine.”

Sofia looked passionately at the leash’s bursa anal yapan escort clip as her body shuddered. She knew that accepting it would end her life, as she knew it, but even the fear that this thought generated increased Sofia’s arousal. Without any further hesitation, Sofia clipped the leash to her collar making the irrevocable commitment.

Without further ado, Anne led the naked Sofia into the house and into her bedroom. She had Sofia stand motionless by the side of the bed as she caressed one of her breasts, gently tweaking her nipple with her thumb. “You belong to me now, Princess … body, mind and soul … you will do exactly what I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it and how I tell you to do it, — do you understand?”

Sofia softly whispered “Yes.” Anne moved her hand slightly, took Sofia’s nipple firmly between her thumb and knuckle, and gave it a painful squeeze. “You mean ‘yes, Ma’am,’ don’t you?” Anne murmured in her ear. As soon as Sofia managed to say “Yes, Ma’am” the pressure disappeared.

“Now this is what we are going to do, Princess. You are going to lie down on my bed and you will not move, no matter what I do to you — do you understand?” Sofia quickly answered “Yes, Ma’am” as she got on the bed and lay as motionless as possible.

From the bookcase behind her, Anne extracted a large ostrich plume. She then began to ‘torture’ Sofia by running the plume over every inch of her body, paying VERY special attention to her breasts and clit. Anne kept stroking the feather up and down Sofia’s body until she lay there thrashing and moaning. Sofia finally heard herself begging Anne to let her come. Anne told her that she would only be allowed to come when Anne herself did.

Anne climbed on the bed, straddled Sofia’s panting body, and lowered her pussy down to Sofia’s waiting mouth. Sofia rapidly began to lick and suck Anne’s lips and large protruding clit. Using her tongue, she licked deep into Anne’s pussy lapping up every possible drop of her juices. At the same time, Anne went to work on Sofia’s beautiful, wet, little pussy. She also kept stimulating Sofia’s thighs and stomach with the ostrich plume. In what felt like mere seconds, both Anne and Sofia had amazingly powerful and simultaneous orgasms.

Moving around, Anne lay next to her new lover as Sofia attended to her every desire. Using her hands, lips, and tongue, Sofia caused Anne to have one shattering orgasm after another.

After finally catching enough breath to speak, Anne said “Mmmmm, you’ve been a good little slave girl, Princess. I think you’ve earned a reward.”

Anne positioned Sofia on her hands and knees with Sofia’s head resting on the big satin pillow and her creamy white ass glowing in the moon light.

Sliding first two, than three and finally her entire cupped hand into Sofia’s soaking wet pussy, Anne sawed in and out, as she licked and sucked the stretched little rosebud of her clit. As her orgasm overcame her, Sofia screamed Anne’s name and fainted.

She woke later, gently cradled in Anne’s arms. She softly smiled, knowing that she was where she belonged.

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“Just like that,” said Jaime, grabbing the back of Mary’s head and pressing it into her pussy. The tension was building in her body, her leg muscles starting to twitch.

Mary, quite without a choice in the matter, continued licking and sucking Jaime’s clit, occasionally dipping down to savor the taste of her pussy. She kept the rhythm even, the pressure, everything. When Jaime said ‘just like that,’ she got it just like that.

“I’m so close…don’t stop,” said Jaime, the tension between her legs coming to a peak. God, she needed this. She knew that she could do this any day of the week, with anyone she wanted. Right now, she had complete control over Mary, this redheaded little vixen who was darting the flat of her tongue across her clit until —

With that, Jaime felt the tension ease as her juices flooded into Mary’s mouth, who lapped it up eagerly while Jaime rode through the waves of her orgasm.

Once she had finally come down from the high, her attention was drawn to her pussy again, where Mary continued her clitoral assault.

“Stop,” said Jaime firmly.

Instantly, Mary complied. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Get off the bed and stand.”

Mary did so, straightening her hair slightly before putting her hands at her sides.

Jaime took a moment to look her over. While it wasn’t her first time bringing Mary, she found herself calling her back time after time because of how drop dead gorgeous she was. Aside from the fiery red hair, Mary sported large, milky white breasts, a perky ass and the cutest smile. Well, her smile was cute when she it wasn’t covered by the vicious smirk that she wore in public. That was the other reason Jaime brought her in: revenge. No matter how ‘Mean Girls’ Mary was in school, Jaime could always keep the image of the gleam of Mary her pussy juice on her face in mind and know she was in control.

Jaime looked her over. “Good. Get dressed.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Mary began putting on her panties. “May I wipe my face, Mistress?”

“No. Not until you get home. And you will say goodnight to my mother on the way out.”

“Yes, Mistress.” There was a tone of shame in her voice.

“Is that a hesitation, pet?” said Jaime, some bite to her voice.

“N-no, Mistress.” A touch of panic now.

“You remember what happened last time?”

“Y-yes, Mistress.” She had finished putting on her skinny jeans and was tugging her tube top over her bare chest.

“As usual, you will not tell anyone about our encounter, though you shall remember every detail. You may return to not calling me Mistress as soon as you leave the room. And, as punishment for your hesitation, the next three times you masturbate, you will stop just before you orgasm. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Mistress.” A twinge of defeat.

“Tell me, pet. Are you wet right now?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Even though you still insist you’re not bi or a lesbian?”

A long pause. “Yes, Mistress.”

“What was that pause? Answer honestly.” Jaime’s voice held the flat tone of certainty in her command.

“I…I’m not sure anymore.”

“I think maybe you should get a little more sure,” said Jaime, getting off the bed and standing behind Mary. “I told you to strip, then eat my pussy until I came all over your face, and let’s see,” she said as she dipped her fingers into Mary’s pussy, causing the poor girl to let out a small gasp of pleasure. “Yeah. I haven’t touched you all night and you’re positively dripping.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Jaime withdrew her hand. “Leave.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Jaime watched Mary leave the room, head into Jaime’s living room and look around for a moment. “Um…I don’t see your mother.”

“She’s in her room, getting ready for bed. Knock and do what I said before.”

Mary did not nod, or acknowledge. She merely complied. Knocking on the door to Jaime’s mother’s room, Mary waited patiently, nervously straightening her hair again.

Jaime peeked from her door, still naked and with her juices running down her legs. Even though the sex was over, the thrill didn’t end when Jaime came.

Cecile, Jaime’s mom, opened the door to her bedroom, dressed in a bathrobe which covered her ample breasts, her long blonde hair wrapped in a towel. She must have just stepped out of the shower. “Hey, Mary. Everything okay?”

“Yes, Mrs. Green. I just wanted to say goodnight, and thank you for having me over.”

“Oh…it’s no problem, Mary. You guys…have fun?”

“Yes, Mrs. Green. Your daughter’s a great tutor. I’m already looking forward to the next time I come over.”

“That’s good, Mary. I’ll, uh, see you next time?”

“Yes, Mrs. Green. See you then.” With that, Mary turned and left the house. Jaime heard Mary’s car start, and the girl drive off into the night.

With a pleased sigh, Jaime closed her door and fell back onto her bed. She used to get guilt when she used her gift to get off, but not anymore. It was just the thrill, with an added bonus: she hadn’t told Mary to say most of that.

Why did bursa escort that excite her so much? Wasn’t the thrill the unquestioning servility? Now that the rush was coming down, it was kind of fucked up to think about, but that’s really what she liked: the domination. So why was she so happy that Mary had said she had a good time? Was she reading to much into it? Maybe it was just improvisation. Maybe it was Stockholm Syndrome. Whatever.

Jaime raised the fingers that had touched Jaime’s pussy to her face. Despite having been using — well, abusing — her gift to get laid, and having mostly women over to munch on her box, she’d never eaten pussy herself. She preferred a nice hard cock to a tongue, but she couldn’t exactly bring a parade of boys into her house without her mom noticing. And even though it wasn’t necessarily her preference, having a warm body for her bed at her beck and call sure beat whatever mechanical help that she had rattling around from before her gift manifested.

Touching the abundant juices on her fingers to her tongue, she tasted Mary on her fingers. A bit tangy, a bit sour, but overall not bad. Actually, it was really good. Which gave her an idea.

***

Mary sat on her bed, fighting off tears. What was happening to her? She was used to Jaime being a manipulative bitch. She was used to that… power that she had. By this point, she was even used to needing to peel off her soaking wet panties and rubbing one out on her untouched pussy after an evening licking Jaime’s twat. And while it wasn’t the first time she’d been made to walk out with Jaime’s cum on her face, it was the first time she’d ever gone off-script.

She knew the drill. Jaime said something, she did it. She didn’t want to do it, but she did it. Jaime says bark, you bark. Jaime says jump, you don’t bother asking her how high. Jaime says go down on her, you don’t bother taking the time to pull your hair back.

What had her so upset tonight was that it was different. She wasn’t robotically eating Jaime’s pussy until she came. Mary liked doing it. When Jaime came and Mary lapped up her pussy juices, it was because she wanted to. Jaime had told her to say goodbye to her mom, she didn’t have to say that she was looking forward to next time, and she was. And lastly, as Jaime had so graciously pointed out, she was soaking wet.

Mary started peeling back out of her clothes. She knew how it worked by now: Jaime’s word was law. The next three times she touched herself, she would have to stop before she orgasmed. She could either be high-strung for the next day and a half with her usual two daily orgasms being denied, or she could lose an hour of sleep and bang out all three tonight.

Luckily, Jaime didn’t know the extent of her power, and Mary made sure not to ask for any clarifications. Could she watch porn while she masturbated? Use toys? Could she be in her room? Questions meant answers, and Jaime had made it clear that she wasn’t there to make it easy on her.

Opening the drawer with her meager selection of toys, Mary selected a slim vibrator and went, naked, to her computer. There, she went to her favorite porn site and clicked the first link under what was trending that looked even remotely interesting. She didn’t need much, just a video of a girl getting thoroughly dicked down, which were mercifully plentiful online. Her video selected, she turned the vibrator on and pressed it against her clit. The vibrations immediately brought tingling waves of pleasure, eliciting a moan from behind closed lips. Moving the vibrator slightly, she watched as the woman went to her knees and took a huge, black dick down her throat, her ass shaking slightly for the camera. Oh God, she wouldn’t last long like this. She was so close to —

Just before she reached her peak, her hand pulled the vibrator away from her clit, denying her own orgasm. With a whimper, Mary tried to force it back, but her hand stayed firmly put while she came down from her high.

The pleasure itself was nice, but the lack of orgasm didn’t help with how horny she was, her eyes still fixed on the video and her mind still racing. Thanks to whatever decisions that possessed porn directors, the blowjob was still going on strong. But instead of fantasizing about the cock, Mary found herself drawn to the girl, watching that little wiggle of her ass, her pussy lips dripping. Mary just wanted to bury her face —

Shaking her head, Mary took two deep breaths. She wasn’t gay…or bi. Right? Other than the occasional drunk kiss at a party, women had been off the table when it was of her own volition. Up to this point, she’d only had a few boyfriends, and did like taking dick. Or maybe she liked the power it gave her. But…maybe that was all she needed?

It was different with Jamie. Mary had been awful to her since their sophomore year, so she had it coming. In fact, Mary was surprised it had taken all the way to senior year. When Jamie came up to her after class and used her…thing to tell her to come over to her house, wearing no panties, bursa ucuz escort she took it as the humiliation that it was. It was humiliating to undress, gross to eat pussy, and Mary took a cold shower as soon as she got home. Then, as it went on, it wasn’t so bad. She got used to it. Then as she thought about it, it felt more than a little risque. Now? She hadn’t even washed Jamie’s cum off of her face.

Even noticing presently, she didn’t go to clean up. She merely touched the vibrator back to her clit, feeling the sensations rising again, flicking a tongue across her lips to taste Jaime on her face. The video played on, but Mary was no longer paying attention. She was thinking about Jamie’s fingers curled in her hair, pressing Mary’s face into her juicy nectar. She was thinking about Jamie’s hand down her panties, tracing her pussy lips for the tell-tale wetness —

Again, her hand pulled itself away from her pussy, the vibrator still humming, throwing droplets of Mary’s juices onto her chair.

With a sigh, Mary logged off of her computer, cleaned off her vibrator and went to the restroom to start getting ready for bed. She could maybe get through one more, but she would need a fourth before she would be able to cum. She didn’t have it in her after eating pussy all night. Time to cut her losses.

Tomorrow, she’d have to make up for it and cum hard.

***

Jaime sat at her table, looking over at Mary and her group of friends. Should she really do this? Up to this point, it had just been a means to an end. Jaime was an unfortunate combination of a strong-willed, independent woman (translated into high school clique culture as “unpopular”) and an oversexed nympho. If she had been popular, she’d just jump on whatever jock’s pole she felt like, if she felt like it, or throw in with a girl if she wanted. She was pretty firmly bi, with a preference for cock. However, her gift made it easier to get girls than boys in her present circumstances. Nobody asked questions about a girl following you into the restroom, but going into the men’s room or a boy going into the women’s would be…well, frowned upon.

But now, she couldn’t get the taste of Mary’s pussy out of her mind. It was like a song stuck in her head: what would it be like to lick Mary’s shaved pussy to orgasm?

Mary looked up and met her gaze for a moment before looking away in shame.

Jaime smiled despite her lust. Normally she would just tell her “pets” that they would forget everything as soon as they left her house, thinking that they were just studying for whatever duration that she had them pleasuring her. Kept things nice and neat. But for Mary, that wasn’t enough. Jaime hadn’t wanted to just know for herself that she could dominate Mary. She wanted Mary to know it too. For years, Mary had butted heads with Jaime, doing her best to make it clear that Mary’s position as a cheerleader made her infinitely more valuable to the world. Now, Mary was her little plaything.

So if it was about power, why did she now want to pleasure her so badly?

Jaime noticed that Mary kept checking her phone. Did she think that she was going to have a task today? They didn’t normally get together more than twice a week, and not on consecutive days. What was she thinking?

Well, there was a task she had in mind.

Pulling out her own phone, Jaime checked the time. Twenty minutes left in the lunch period. Not really enough to do anything, but enough to give her orders in private. She pulled up Mary’s text chain and typed out a text. “Meet me in the restroom in two minutes.”

The reply was instant, as Mary was already staring at her phone. “Why?”

“I could always walk over to that group of bimbos you call friends and just tell you to do it.”

“No…see you in 2.”

Having her compliance, I went to the nearest restroom and poked my head in. “Anyone in here?” I called out. Hearing nobody, I went to the supply closet and opened it up, withdrawing the “cleaning” sign and placing it on the door. Then, she sat on the counter next to the sinks and waited.

After another minute, Mary came through the door, looking over her shoulder to see if anyone was watching. Apparently satisfied nobody was, she turned to Jaime with a cold stare. “What do you want?”

“I want…to talk to you about something.” She couldn’t help but look over Mary, who was wearing a tight t-shirt and short shorts.

Mary did her best to keep her gaze level. “What, toying with me in your off time isn’t good enough? Now you want to do it at school, too?”

“No…it’s not that.”

“Then. What. Is it?” Mary was clearly upset, but why? She hadn’t seemed this angry since their first couple of trysts.

“Please don’t be upset I —” Jaime stopped as Mary’s face turned up into a smile. “Wait! No…be upset if you want to be upset. I’m…not trying to order you. Fuck. I feel like I have to watch what I say all the time…”

Mary’s face fell back to the cold stare. “Poor you.”

Jaime bursa elit escort sighed. “Can I ask you a question? Girl to girl, aside from all the stuff between us, not worried about social status for a sec. Just a question?”

Mary paused, then nodded for a moment.

“What would you have done if you had my power?”

Mary was shocked by the question. “W-what?”

“I’m not offering. I’m just asking you to take my viewpoint for a minute. You wake up and people do everything you say, to the letter, without hesitation. You’re happy to figure this out before you tell someone to jump off a bridge and they hurt themselves. You’re eighteen, you’re constantly horny…let’s not even say you’re unpopular like me. Let’s just say you’re you. What do you do?”

“I…I don’t know.”

Jaime sighed. “Whatever. You’re free to leave if you want.”

“N-no, just give me a sec,” said Mary, her face softening. “I think I get what you mean. It’s a lot of power, and…well, maybe if the shoe were on the other foot, I’d have you eating my pussy. I’d probably…go a little crazy. Wait, is this supposed to be some kind of apology?”

“I mean…no? Kind of? I think what I’m trying to say is…I’m not so sure about everything. I want you to —” Jaime stopped herself from wording it as a command. “I still have the desire for you to…be with me. But maybe I wanted to see if you wanted to do it on less…forceful terms?”

Mary laughed. “Jaime, are you asking me out?”

“I mean…yeah? Kind of?” She waited with baited breath for the woman’s response. Why was she doing this? She could just live out her power fantasy and be happy with that, right? Did she have to add this uncertainty into the mix?

“Is this just some new little power play? You get me to catch feelings then remind me that I’m just an extra-large vibrator for you?”

It was Jaime’s turn to avert her eyes. “No. I’m sorry. It was stupid of me to ask.”

“No it wasn’t. I just…want to know that it’s not that.”

Jaime looked up at Mary as the girl took a couple of steps closer to her. “It’s not.”

“And does it mean that you won’t order me around anymore?” asked Mary, now a few inches from where Jaime sat on the counter.

“I won’t.”

“Even if I want you to?” asked Mary.

Now Jaime was stammering. “W-what?”

Mary leaned in and pressed her lips to Jaime’s, her tongue teasing the woman’s lips until Jaime’s mouth parted and allowed her inside. For a moment, they were a tangle of arms, hands, lips and tongues before Jaime pulled back.

“Do you…want me to order you around?”

“Yeah. It was…well, terrifying at first. But now I like it. I think the only reason I didn’t was because it meant you had the power over me…and I was always scared you didn’t like me so I didn’t want that.”

“I mean, I didn’t. We’ve never really been friends, but I thought it was because you hated me.”

“I didn’t. I’ve always thought you were so cool. Toughest girl in school. Guess I let my jealousy beat out my admiration though.”

Jaime chuckled. “A little I guess. I’ve got to say, no matter how much I’ve hated you, the thought of you between my legs has gotten me off more than a couple times.”

Mary blushed. “I can’t say the same. I haven’t thought about girls like that until…after you started having me do things with you.”

“And now?” asked Jaime, wrapping her arms around Mary’s back.

“Now…I like it. I think I like girls, too. But I know I like what we do.”

Jaime smiled. They didn’t have time for what she really wanted to do, but there was certainly enough time for something. “How many times did you masturbate since I told you you couldn’t cum?”

Mary’s face continued to grow more red. “T-twice.”

“I see,” said Jaime, hopping down from the counter. “Time I order you around a bit, then. Tell me if you’re wearing underwear.”

“Y-yes. A thong.”

“That’s a good little whore. Pull off your shorts and that thong and hop onto the counter.”

Mary complied, showing her shaved, pink pussy that had been perpetually wet since the previous night.

“Good. Now masturbate, you little slut.”

“Yes, Mistress,” said Mary. Her fingers immediately began tracing up and down her slit, lingering at her clit before moving back down.

Jaime’s breathing sped up as she watched the show, her hand moving instinctively to her own pussy. She guessed Mary really was into it, seeing as she had taken to calling her Mistress even without an order. “Who likes being a little submissive slut?”

“M-me,” said Mary. She was speeding up her motions, spending less time on her pussy lips and more time rubbing small circles on her clit.

“Good girl.” Jaime was rubbing her pussy through her jeans, feeling the fire building below.

“What if someone comes in and sees?”

“Would you like that? Tell me honestly, slut.”

“I don’t know,” said Mary quickly, surprised at her own answer.

“Then we’ll find out if it happens. Are you close to coming, my pet?”

Mary had started breathing even heavier, losing her ability to speak and instead opting for a couple of rapid nods.

“Go ahead. Try to get yourself there.”

Mary rubbed her pussy even more vigorously, attacking her clit and writhing on the counter until —

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Juicy hot dogs sizzle and crackle on the grill. The sun sears into my skin, and the air is filled with the sound of shrieking, splashing children. It’s community pool party day.

I present my pass to the guy at the front desk, cut through the locker room, and enter the bustling pool area. I untie my sarong, toss it onto an empty lounge chair. I have no idea what to do with myself.

My eyes stop on a statuesque woman in a royal blue one-piece and Gucci sunglasses. She has soft curves and big, curly hair with edges that glow in the light. She’s concentrating on the iPod she’s holding in her manicured hand. I walk over.

“Are you in charge of the music?”

She looks up. I can see her shadowy eyes through the tint.

“Not really. But I’m picking it anyway.”

“What are you thinking?”

“Meters or Buddy Guy. Very different energies.”

I cross my arms and tap my foot in concentration.

“The Meters. Definitely.”

“You got it, boss lady.”

She hits play and stands up. Her wet bathing suit clings to her body.

“I’m Dayana, by the way,” she says. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”

“Colette. I just moved in. I only know, like, two people here.”

“It’s all good! You know me now, and I know everybody.”

There’s something about her that’s so vibrant. It radiates. It’s infectious. I’m completely and utterly captivated. I want to soak her in.

“Lovely Miss Colette.” She laces up her sandals. “I was about to pick up a towel from my place. Wanna come?”

I brighten up.

“I could use a walk.”

“Me too. It’s getting a little crowded in here.”

We escort bayan walk over in our bathing suits, and it’s like we’ve known each other forever. We discover that we went to the same school four years apart, and that I used to work sales at her cousin’s shitty carpet store. She says she’s a naturopath, and that the Earth speaks in whispers. I pretend to know what she means.

Before I know it we’re at Dayana’s apartment, a third-floor walkup in a building that looks just like mine. My heart races. We go inside. It smells like sandalwood, and the walls are covered with multicolored tapestries.

“Make yourself at home,” Dayana says as she walks into the kitchen. “Want some iced tea?”

“Yes, please.” I leaf through a National Geographic book on the coffee table. “Your apartment is so much nicer than mine. I’ve got really bad mold.”

“A little baking soda and vinegar should take care of that.” She hands me a glass. “Wanna smoke before we go back down?”

“Definitely!”

Out on the balcony, plants are everywhere and the length of the parapet is covered with a long bamboo privacy screen. We sit down at a weathered folding table, and Dayana packs the bong. She lets me have the first hit. It’s really good.

“You’re a very good hostess, you know.” I lean over a ceramic pot and rub a slender stalk between my thumb and forefinger. “What’s this?”

“Lemongrass. I use it for tea, infusions, all sorts of things.” She snaps a small fuzzy leaf from another plant. “Here, chew this.”

I pop it in my mouth, and each bite releases a flood of mint.

“Mmm. That’s amazing.”

“I’ll görükle escort make you tea someday. I have a special blend for just about every occasion.”

“Are you inviting me to a tea party?”

“I throw the best tea parties. It gets lit. Especially when I break out the citrus-rose.”

There’s a large tote in the corner, capsized and overflowing. The head of a shiny black cock pokes out from the pile of clothes and toiletries. Dayana notices my gaze.

“Ha, sorry.” She shoves everything back in. “Just got back from a trip.”

“It’s fine, don’t even. I’ve seen a dildo before.”

Dayana leans in conspiratorially.

“Wanna try it on?”

“Do I want to try it on?” I laugh from surprise. “No. No, I’d rather see you wear it.”

Dayana grins. She gets up, straps it on, and stands in front of me, rock-hard.

“Kiss it,” she says.

I get on my knees and kiss the tip. She strokes the top of my head. I lick and suck and wet every inch of it. The concrete digs into my skin.

Dayana gently stops me and helps me to my feet. We kiss, sweetly, passionately. The smooth ball of her tongue ring clinks against our teeth.

She turns me around, and I grasp the iron rail with both hands. She pulls my bikini bottom down. Maneuvers it past my shoes. She slips the dildo between my thighs, pushes my legs together, and thrusts.

The slick shaft slides back and forth against my labia. I moan softly. Dayana kisses my shoulders, my back. She nibbles my earlobe. I press my ass into her. She puts her left hand on top of mine and wraps the other around my waist. bursa elit escort

“You ready?” she says.

“Give it to me,” I gasp.

She licks and fingers and teases my asshole until it opens, then she forces the dildo deep inside. I hold my breath as she bears down. I feel so full I can barely move.

Dayana holds my hips and fucks me slow and hard. My ass jiggles and shakes. She pulls me back by my braid. We kiss.

I look down. A sidewalk winds its way past the building but no one’s around. We have the neighborhood to ourselves. She unties my bikini top. It falls to the ground.

Across the way a man in a bathrobe watches from his window. He ducks behind the wall when he notices me notice him, but I know he’s still there. I roll my neck and square my shoulders. Dayana puts her foot up on the chair.

“Oh God, don’t stop,” I moan. “You feel so fucking good.”

She takes my hands, spins me around, pulls me close. Her bathing suit is cold and clammy on my bare skin. My nipples tighten from the chill. I push her sunglasses up. Her eyes are hazel flecked with green.

Dayana lays me down on the table and runs her hands down my body. I kiss her fingers. She presses my knees against my chest and goes inside my throbbing asshole. I tightly grip the edges of the table.

I wrap my legs around her waist and grind. Our hips move in elliptical orbits. I play with myself while she watches. The more turned on I get, the harder she fucks. She watches me cum, and she doesn’t stop until the last convulsion has surged through my body.

Dayana gathers up my bathing suit and hands it to me. I defiantly throw it over the edge of the balcony. She puts her hand on her hip.

“You’re so bad! What am I going to do with you?”

“I’m sure you can think of something.”

Still wearing the strap-on, she picks me up, carries me into the bedroom, and slams the door behind us.

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A continuing story of lesbian seduction, awakening, control, and intense edging. In this chapter, Julia and Felicity explore their limits.

*************

When I woke up I could see through the shutters it was already light outside and the sun was shining. I looked at the clock. 11:45. Wow. Yet despite having slept for over 9 hours, somehow I felt agitated. Gradually the events of the previous 2 days unfurled in my mind and my ever-present background level of sexual arousal began to make itself known. Then through the mist of my half-awake state, I heard a voice.

“You look beautiful when you’re asleep.”

I rolled over in the big bed in the direction of the voice. “Good morning Flix, how long have you been here next to me?”

“About 4 hours. I couldn’t sleep so I thought being in bed with you might help.”

“Did it?”

“Yes, thank you, I did get some sleep. But it was also lovely to hear your soft breathing, to feel the bed move when you did. And to watch your gorgeous naked body.”

“Why couldn’t you sleep? It was very late when we said goodnight.”

“Why do you think?”

“Horny?”

“Very. And thinking about what happened, or rather what didn’t happen last night.”

“Orgasm Denial?”

“Yes. The almost-but-not-quite. You see, I tried it in the night. More than once. Even when I was here lying next to you, I tried playing with my clit and then stopping.

“And?”

“Actually I loved it. But I’ll need some help before I can go as far as you did.”

“Really intense edging comes with practice. You get to know your own body.”

“But Julia I want you to get to know my body. To push my limits. I love it when … you’re in control.”

I propped myself up on one elbow and looked at Felicity. She looked ravishing. She was wearing a grey satin camisole top and matching French knickers. “I suppose I bought this set for you too?”

“I hope you like it.”

“I do yes. Is there anything else I’ve paid for but not seen yet?”

Felicity looked coy. “Might be.”

I rolled over and kissed her full on the lips. She yielded to me and her mouth seemed to melt. Her tongue danced with mine and she wrapped her arms around me. I slid a hand under the front of her cami top and it easily covered a small boob. Her breast felt wonderfully firm, sitting high on her ribcage. I felt its nipple grow and harden as I brushed my hand over it, then I paid the same compliment to the other breast and got the same reaction. Felicity began to moan softly, muffled by my kisses, and started to move her hips. Reluctantly I left her boobs and moved my hand down towards the greater prize. Sliding it inside the top of her knickers I probed between her legs and she immediately spread them wide. Responding to the invitation, I brushed a fingertip over her swollen outer labia and she almost bit my tongue off.

She tried to push me away, insisting “No, please no. Not there. Tooo much. Too horny” but I held onto her. Sliding my hand lower, I found I could easily fit two fingers between her wet, parted inner lips.

“Oh my, sweet one, you are in a state aren’t you!”

Felicity took in a long deep breath and reinforced my observation: “I’m looking forward to today but I think it’s going to be difficult.”

“Yes, Flix. It will. Very difficult,” I confirmed, “and you don’t even know what the plan is yet.”

Felicity shuddered. “Plan?”

“Yes. We’re going to spend a lovely day together. You can choose where we go, what we do. Maybe the beach, or a walk in the hills. Going out, staying in, whatever you want. My only stipulation is that, several times during the day, when I feel like it and wherever we happen to be at the time, I will arouse you sexually in some way.”

“So you get to play with my clit in public, tease me senseless, and I mustn’t come at all, right?”

“Right! Well, not quite that stark. I have other ways …”

“And I have to keep you buzzin’ too, but not make you come either?”

“Obligatory, my pretty.”

I released her from my arms and she curled up like a frightened child. In a shaky voice, talking as much to herself as to me, she said: “I don’t think I’m going to be able to do this. I can’t see how I’m going to get through the day.”

“You will, my little slut. You will.”

“I am your obedient slut, to use as you wish, Miss Julia.”

“Good girl!”

Felicity hugged me close and pressed her groin into my thigh but I pulled away.

“No, Flix, you need to learn to wait.”

She whimpered audibly, and rolled over with her back to me. I quietly left her, threw on my navy-blue silk robe and prepared a simple breakfast for us on the terrace. The day was already hot and the sky was a cloudless blue.

The bedroom door clicked. I looked up, and watched, captivated, as Felicity walked slowly towards me. She was still wearing ‘her’ grey cami top, and the matching knickers which had a very obvious wet patch at the front. Her nipples poked at the delicate fabric and made themselves delightfully obvious. She looked absolutely stunning and if she thought bursa escort the day was going to be difficult for her, she was not the only one. She had her hair pulled back and, when she sat down, I realised she’d put the purple thong ‘scrunchie’ back in her hair. She saw that I’d noticed, and smiled.

We ate together, mostly in silence, Felicity obviously deep in thought. She consumed copious amounts of cereals, bread, fruit, yoghurt, and pastries. Looking at her slim figure, I didn’t know where she put it all and how she kept so slim.

Then she began to ponder: “I don’t know the island but I know the kind of things I like to do; going on the beach, walking along the seafront, clambering up cliffs … drinking, when I can get served that is. I wish I looked older. Dancing, partying, showing off. Shopping.”

“We’re going to be busy bodies today Flix! Beach first?”

Seductively sucking the last of the honey off her fingers she smiled in agreement. “I’ll take a shower and put on a nice bikini for you.”

“The purple bandeau one you were wearing when we first met was nice, but are you implying I have a choice?”

“Sadly not. It’s the only one I have. Unless you’re offering to buy me one today?”

“Well, little miss shopping junkie I think I’ve bought you quite enough clothes already.”

Felicity pouted and muttered: “More than you know.”

“Come on, what else did we buy that I don’t know about?”

She was beginning to look awkward. “I’d rather not say. Can I just promise I’ll wear everything at least once before I have to get on the boat tomorrow … please?”

“Hmmm, yes, we need to talk about the boat, and getting your phone back. But today we can hit the beach for an hour or two then get some lunch.” Now go and get undressed. Do as you’re told!”

“Yes, Miss Julia,” she replied, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. Then, standing directly in front of me she pulled the cami top up and over her head in one fluid movement then pulled the shorts down to her ankles and stepped out of them. As a finale, she turned her back to me, moved her feet slightly apart and with straight legs she stooped very low from the hips to pick them up, almost low enough that she could probably touch her forehead on her shins if she tried.

“Flix, I was quite impressed how, when you bent forwards yesterday, you could easily hold your ankles, but I didn’t realise you were that flexible.”

“You’ll see,” she taunted.

“Well I know what I can see now, and so do you – you know exactly what view you’re giving me, you little tease!” and I gave her a playful slap on her bum. She flinched a little but didn’t object.

“Has Felicity been a naughty girl?”

“Not nearly naughty enough,” I chided, and slapped the other cheek. “Now go and get ready, I want to see you in that bikini again.”

Felicity looked over her shoulder and blew me a kiss as she returned to the safe sanctuary of her suite. This was going to be quite a day.

******************

We held hands as we walked the short distance to a nice private serviced beach nearby. I’d lent her a long flowing sarong which she had wrapped around her hips and she looked gorgeous. The hint of mystery it added to her scantily-clad body only made her look more desirable, as did the shoes with the three-inch heels she’d agreed to wear again, not what one would normally wear to the beach.

For myself I’d chosen a rather classy leotard-style one-piece swimsuit in dark green. It was cut very high on the hips and low at the back, but covered me all the way up the front to my collarbone. It had no lining or cups and I loved the way it looked and how the stretch fabric clung to my curves. Felicity said it made me look like a French high-fashion glossy magazine model from the 80s. I took that as a compliment.

We settled on loungers under one of those tacky straw beach parasols and a very attractive waitress in a short black skirt and tight white cropped tee took our drinks order. She apologised that she couldn’t serve us with alcohol as Felicity didn’t have any ID and was, in her opinion, ‘unlikely to be 18’. Felicity didn’t argue and we ordered long, cold alcohol-free cocktails.

We chatted about all sorts of things and got onto the subject of childhood holidays. She described endless boring days trudging around crowded cities with her mother and brothers, and on the rare occasions they went to the beach, her mother’s obsession with putting masses of opaque sunscreen all over any exposed skin. “I didn’t object to the idea but it’s the way she slathered it on. Devoid of any empathy. Gave me the creeps. I hated having her touch my body until eventually she conceded I was old enough to put my own on. Even now I have a phobia about anyone else rubbing creams on my skin.”

Felicity obviously noticed the way I was looking at her and continued: “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” and she took the bottle I’d brought with me out of my straw bag and handed it to me.

I had Felicity sit sideways on her lounger, back to me, and I began to massage the expensive cream into bursa escort bayan her arms, shoulders and neck. She made encouraging noises, so I moved down her back. “Am I giving you the creeps?” I asked her and she assured me not at all. The opposite, she said.

When I reached the top of her bikini bottoms, she swivelled round and lay on her front. I smoothed cream all the way down the backs, outsides and insides of her long, delectable legs. Unsure if she’d be ticklish, I massaged some into her feet. She didn’t say anything but she seemed to be enjoying it, judging by how she was grinding her hips into the lounger in circles and letting out little moans of pleasure. She kicked up her feet and I paid attention to the gaps between her toes (OK, so maybe the sun never gets there) and she let out the occasional squeal.

“I bet your mum never did that,” I suggested, and she giggled. “You do a lot of things to me that my mum never did,” and we both laughed. The atmosphere was relaxed and fun and we were surrounded by happy people enjoying the hot weather. Music was playing, just audible above the evocative sounds of the waves on the shore and groups of beautiful people chatting, laughing, joking. What a lovely way to spend some time.

Felicity raised her bum slightly and I got the message. Squeezing copious amounts onto the palms of both hands, I began to massage her tight round cheeks. Were they faint pink handprints on her pale skin? I mused. As I worked, the fabric of her bikini nestled into her bum crack. She spread her legs slightly apart and I slid my hands inside her soft pale upper thighs, remembering how I’d noticed her significant thigh gap when I first saw her.

Suddenly she reached behind her and grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand away, and rolled over onto her back. Julia, stop. People are looking at us.”

“Indeed they are, I agreed, “But have you noticed something?”

“What …”

“They are all female. This is a women-only beach.”

Felicity looked around. “I’d kind of noticed but it didn’t really register. I had clocked that quite a few are topless and there seems to be a lot of preening and posing going on. So what the heck,” at which Felicity sat upright eased her bandeau from her titties and pulled it off over her head. She looked down, then looked at me with a cheeky smile on her face. “Gonna need some more sun-cream on there!”

I creamed all of her front and she obviously enjoyed the attention I paid to her little boobs. I found them fascinating, their shape and of course their feel. I was getting to know how her generous areole shrank in diameter and puckered forwards as her nipples grew into long extended cones when erect, forming an almost seamless continuation of her conical boobs, even more so when she leaned forward or was on all-fours. Wonderful. I so wanted to suck them, but the beach was not the place for that.

Felicity didn’t object so I slid my hands lower and soon I was stroking her pussy through the thin material of her bikini. She moaned quietly and gyrated her pelvis, stopping only briefly when her body froze as I reached deep between her legs. She didn’t resist so I slipped a finger inside the taut material and found the soft warm flesh of her outer lips. I stroked her there for a while, delighted at how they gradually swelled and parted so that the purple stretch fabric concealed less and less until her downy hair-covered lips were completely exposed.

Felicity let out a long quiet ‘Mmmmmm’ when I hooked two fingers of my free hand inside the top edge of her bikini bottoms and pulled upwards, knowing exactly how that would feel to her, and predictably she started to rock her pelvis again, effectively pantie-frigging herself against the tight fabric that was now buried deep into her pussy crack. I looked down into her eyes and they looked wild.

After 2 or 3 minutes of subtle hip-rocking and quiet moaning she suddenly pulled up her legs to her chest. “Gotta stop, gotta stop” she insisted through gritted teeth and reluctantly I let go of her swimwear. She stretched out on the lounger, legs wide apart and let out a long wavering sigh; her eyes were tight shut. I knew what she was fighting. Two women in their thirties who’d been watching us through huge sunglasses smiled and turned away.

“Sorry but, well, you know, I couldn’t. I had to stop there. But it felt so good,” Felicity confirmed whilst she tidied up the purple material between her legs then announced: “Your turn now Julia.”

How could I refuse?

Slowly she creamed all of my back and the sensual touch of her hands on my skin was out of this world. She was less bold between my legs as I had been with her, which was probably a good thing. But by the time she’d finished – she didn’t rush – I was feeling highly hornified and my pussy was aching for any kind of touch. Best to keep it that way, I mused. Felicity got the message when eventually I clamped my thighs together and purred in her ear “Save it for later”. If there was any woman in this world might, just might break my self-control, bursa merkez escort she was her.

We basked in the hot mid-day sun, lounged in the shade of our brolly, read some of the glossy magazines thoughtfully provided by the beach owners, absorbed the sights, sounds and smell of the beach, and we people-watched. We played that game of guess-the-relationship between pairs of women. Some were of similar ages, some very different. Felicity was good at working out who was the domme, who was sub. Others just appeared to be pairs of friends enjoying the absence of leering males. There were some larger groups too, of 3 or more who nonetheless seemed very comfortably intimate together. We pointed out who we each thought had the nicest hair, eyes, lips, feet and of course bodies. Felicity also quite liked that there were no guys for a change, explaining how she felt she was being admired, not ogled at … not lusted after, except by me of course.

Eventually she announced she was hungry so we stopped by the beach showers and towelled each other dry. Instead of putting her bikini top back on she’d wrapped her sarong around her torso just under her armpits and this drew lots of admiring glances. I called her a show-off.

“Complaining?” she taunted.

“Not at all,” I replied, put my arm round her waist and pulled her against my side as we walked.

“Well we both survived that, but it was a close thing, certainly for me,” Felicity explained.

“Was for me too. How did it feel for you, Flix. Exciting? Frustrating? Annoying?”

“Defo exciting. And, yeah, like, I’m getting to understand the enjoyment that you can get from the frustration.” She paused for a moment. “I like it, Julia. it’s quite a thrill. Especially knowing I was being watched but not acknowledging it, like it was a big secret.”

“You’re such a sweetheart, Flix!”

It was her idea that we go back to the apartment, picking up some food on the way for a late lunch on the terrace. Then as we downed the last of a rather nice bottle of imported white wine she suggested we take a walk up into the hills behind the town.

“Yeah, good idea” I agreed. “It’ll be cooler there. The afternoon heat’s getting to me.”

True to character, Felicity’s first priority was: “I need to decide what to wear!” and I felt one of her fashion shows coming on.

“Give me a few choices” I proposed and she disappeared into her room. I heard the shower running and shortly she reappeared clutching several garments. Some I recognised, some I didn’t. What was more surprising that she was wearing a bra. Actually a very sexy black bra, and matching knickers. Which I’d had paid for, obviously. The bra was the sort that I say: ‘looks best on a woman who doesn’t need one’. It was very sheer and unstructured, made of delicate lace, thin mesh panels and with strategic flower motifs that just about hid her nipples but not much else. The knickers were similar in design and were equally ineffective in hiding her most precious secrets.

Felicity lay out the various outfits on the leather sofas. There was the stretchy crop top, the triangle choker top, the white flared skirt, the tight leggings, the ultra-short cream dress, black tube dress and the plum-coloured criss-cross dress, none of which really lent itself to wearing over a bra, and that bra was so sensual it seemed criminal to ask her to take it off. Then she held up a white cotton dress that was very simple, and not revealing at all, which wasn’t Felicity’s thing at all. But then she slipped it on and I realised it was almost totally see-through so her lingerie underneath was very obvious, and when she stood near the windows and the sun shone through from behind her you could see her legs in silhouette.

“Perfect!” I opined. “You’ll look stunning amongst the olive groves in that.”

But to my surprise she pulled it back off over her head. “Aren’t you going to wear that?” I asked, somewhat disappointed, but she suggested first we should choose her outfits for the rest of the day.

“When we get back from the olive groves and go out for cocktails I’ll wear this triangle top with this skirt. Later I thought we’d pick up some street-food then go on to a club so the grey clingy crop top would look good with these” and she held up the silver leggings .”Then tomorrow I can wear some of the dresses?”

When she stopped chattering and twirling and preening, she looked at me and asked if I was OK. I must have looked a bit not-OK.

“Yes, yes, I’m fine, I’m just a bit overwhelmed by all this lovely stuff, and by you and your zeal for life.”

“You look horny, Julia.”

“I am,” I assured her, “Very, and it’s distracting.”

“Then maybe I shouldn’t …”

“Shouldn’t what?”

“I thought you might like to see some of my positions?”

My mind was racing!

“Positions?”

“Yes, from my dance training. You noticed how bendy I am … so …”

I said I’d love to and Felicity did some classic limbering-up stretches first. Then, still in just the soft bra and knickers, she showed off just how flexible she is. As she bent, leaned, balanced and curled she explained she’d been dancing since she was 4 and still exercised regularly. She looked stunning and when she demonstrated the bridge position my mind was full of possibilities. And her knickers were full of an obviously very aroused and swollen pussy.

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sarah blushed. “I…um…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“‘Nothing but bursa escort wonderful things…'”

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

“‘Touching my pretty body.'”

“Touching your…my…um, pretty body.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sarah nodded, almost lost in fascination at the transformation.

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

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

“And it is good, my little one?”

“Yes…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You are Bellissima’s beauty, yes?”

“…yes…”

“Bellissima’s darling girl, yes?”

“Yes…”

“Bellissima’s little slut, yes?”

“Yes!”

“Bellissima’s slave, yes?”

“Yes yes yes!”

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

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

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