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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.”

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

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

“Good morning, Mistress.”

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

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Show me.”

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

“Good, give them to me.”

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

“Um…”

“Is there a problem?” Jill asked.

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

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

“Yes, Mistress.”

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

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

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

Brittany sat.

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

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

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

“Yes, Mistress.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Mistress.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey Jill,” he grinned at her.

She smiled back. “Hi Pat.”

“And hey uh…Brittany.”

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

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

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

Pat looked crestfallen.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Unghhh!” Brittany moaned.

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey Christina!”

“Oh, hi Brittany,” Christina smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Um…okay.”

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

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

“Are you?” Jill again said sweetly.

“Yes, really.”

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

“I-” Christina started to talk.

“Shut up, slut.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Christina’s mouth dropped open in stunned silence.

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

“H-how do you know about that?”

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

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

“Alright, I won’t.”

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

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

“What? What do you mean?”

“Take off your shirt,” Jill commanded.

“W-what?”

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

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

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

“Y-yes, Mistress.”

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

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

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

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

“Now the tank top,” Jill ordered her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mmm, that’s a good little slut.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her eyes shone.

‘Now and forever my precious one.’

We kissed.

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

‘Computer, log in with xxxx’.

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

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

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

Sarah looked at me, and she held my hand.

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

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

The phone pinged again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Pixie and I have news, ladies.’

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‘We are getting married!’

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

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

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

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

No sooner had Anne spoken than Emm answered.

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

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

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

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

Emm put her hand out to touch mine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Miss Sinn looked at her quizzically.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was Emm who pressed the buzzer.

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

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

That parted the Red Sea, and we were in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The look on Nic’s face was priceless.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Show her Mel.”

Mel unzipped him and showed Nak the two vibrators.

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

“Show her, Mel,” I said encouragingly.

Mel giggled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I texted Annie:

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

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I got Pixie’s text at a good moment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kit looked interested.

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

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

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

The noise was drowned by Emm screaming:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kit was so needy she nodded.

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

Kit nodded.

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

ooo 0000 ooo

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

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

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

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

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

‘Have so,” pouted Nak.

“Have so not,” teased Mel. “Show me.”

‘Can’t,” pouted Nak.

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

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

Nak’s eyes widened, and she smiled.

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

I giggled, thinking the idea had its attractions.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They lit up.

ooo 0000 ooo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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It wasn’t me that was being naughty! Really! It was those two bad girls in the dressing room — if it wasn’t for them none of this would have happened.

Let me explain.

‘Twas the night before Christmas. Ok, I lie … it was two weeks before Christmas.

I was working the late shift on the security detail at Darcy’s Department Store and it was my job to watch the monitors for shoplifters that night. Around the holidays it can get really crowded and busy but usually it’s kind of boring and my boss, Ms. Tyler and I take turns keeping a watch on the monitors in the ladies dressing rooms. I don’t know if anyone else would agree with me but I think this job is totally gross and boring!

Well, this time it was different. Ms. Tyler left the security room a few minutes after I got back from my break. She walked the floor looking for trouble while I stayed and watched the monitors. It was almost eight o’clock and I was settled in with my box of Twinkies and a soda, resigned to another boring hour before we closed for the night.

I scanned the collection of screens looking for anything suspicious and I noticed two young women in a stall together. I made a mental note to myself to keep an eye on them. Two women in their early twenties in a room together could mean trouble! Ha! I should be so lucky as to have some excitement and actually catch a real shoplifter!

Well, Santa, as it turned out, shoplifting wasn’t what they had in mind. Seeing them start to undress was not much of a surprise. That’s what people do when they come in to try on clothes. So when the blonde with the big tits started to take off her sweater I wasn’t all that interested. Even when the little brunette reached around the blonde and unhooked her bra for her I was still pretty ‘ho-hum’. It wasn’t until the blonde reached down and grabbed the brunette’s ass with both hands that I came to attention.

That’s when the brunette pulled the blonde closer and buried her face in her huge tits, slapping them against her cheeks. They were so big I thought for sure she would suffocate! They wasted no time getting rid of the rest of their clothes; sweaters were tossed aside; sneakers and socks piled on the floor.

But the jeans, oh, shit, while watching them shimmy each other out of their jeans I realized I had one hand inside my bursa escort shirt pinching my own nipple! The skin tight denim, stretched over their tight little asses soon gave way to reveal their shiny white butts each with a string of a thong up the crack.

Not having any sound with my system, I could only imagine their stifled giggles as they teased each other with playful slaps and slick tongues. The little brunette couldn’t keep her hands off the blonde’s big tits. She stood behind her and watched their reflection in the floor length mirror in front of them as she teased and squeezed the blonde’s boobs. She kneaded them for what seemed like an eternity while the blonde watched in the mirror the whole time, never taking her eyes off her own reflection.

I was hypnotized now, sitting with my mouth hanging open in amazement, kneading my own breast and squirming uncomfortably in my chair. I couldn’t look away!

Slowly, the two women turned to face each other, their hands sliding and gliding up and down, over and around, touching without stopping, touching everywhere there was skin. They embraced and the brunette again buried her face in the blonde’s huge tits. She started licking the massive white globes, cupping them in her hands as she savored them. Pressing her tongue flat against the blonde’s skin, she licked until I could see the sheen of her saliva reflecting in the light. When she was done devouring each breast she sucked each nipple, drawing immense amounts of the breast into her mouth. She looked like she was starving and had to have breast to satisfy her craving!

The blonde just stood in the center of the stall with her arms around the brunette, her hands gently grasping her friend’s ass. Her expression was of pure bliss while she enjoyed the licking, the lapping and the sucking.

Meanwhile, I noticed that my hand had moved down to my crotch. I tried just pressing on my pleasure place but it was screaming for more. I tried a little squeezing and pinching but my pearl wouldn’t take no for an answer. I unzipped my slacks and let them drop to the floor. My panties were wet and clinging to my lips. I had to! I had to let them drop to the floor. I couldn’t stand it anymore! It was just too hard to watch all that licking and sucking!

So, there I was with my pants down around my ankles and escort bursa one finger up my pussy when the blonde turned around to face the mirror again. She bent over and spread her legs, supporting herself with her hands on the bench under the mirror in front of her. The brunette knelt down on the floor and reached up with one hand on each of the blonde’s hips. She began to pull the thong down, slowly, torturously slow, first one side, then the other. The blonde spread her legs a little wider. The brunette pulled the string thong slowly from between her partner’s alabaster cheeks, pausing briefly to lick and take a playful nip.

The blonde was starting to get anxious — she kept glancing back and wiggling her ass. If I had sound I just know she’d be saying, “Fuck me now, baby!” or something like that.

And that’s when I caught sight of my first shoplifter! The brunette pulled out a box from her handbag that I recognized right away. Hot off the shelf from our personal care department — the ‘personal massager’, otherwise known as a vibrator! Without any hesitation, she opened the box and slid out the silver beauty which, happily for them came with the required batteries.

Watching them intently, I couldn’t wait for the fucking to begin! My hand was now working steadily to calm my clit but at the same time the thought kept flashing through my mind that I wanted to cum at the same time the blonde did! I couldn’t just rush into my own orgasm — I wanted to be a part of hers!

Santa, I wanted to share! That’s a good thing, right?

The blonde was obviously pleased when the brunette got back to business and spread her lips to insert the shiny dildo. She must have been so very, very wet; that thing just slid on in and out and in and out… the blonde started bucking right along as the brunette plunged that thing in and out and in and out… her huge tits slapping against the mirror with each outward push.

I guess I lost track of time. I was so entranced with my fuck buddies in the dressing room that I didn’t hear Ms. Tyler unlock the door and walk up behind my bare ass. I was standing amongst the small pile of my clothes on the floor, my eyes glued to the monitor and my hand furiously working my clit. I felt her breath on my neck before anything else.

“Holy shit!” she whispered in my ear as she bursa escort bayan leaned in closer to see what had me so worked up. I didn’t even have enough time to worry about losing my job before Ms. Tyler had stripped off her pantyhose and pulled up her skirt.

And there we stood, two hot and bothered babes watching the blonde and the brunette take turns fucking each other with the silver bullet in the ladies dressing room. At some point Ms. Tyler went over to the security room door and double checked the lock. Satisfied that things were secure, she hoisted herself onto the waist high counter and spread her legs.

“Sweetie, welcome to the Shoplifter’s Secret Service! Now, show me what ya got!”

I think she meant if I wanted to keep my job it was my turn to service the boss!

Now, Santa, you know I really need this job! I really didn’t feel as though I had a choice!

Really…I… I lie. I really wanted to…but I still think it wasn’t my fault! I was a victim here!

So… well… I’ve never been with another woman before so I was kind of, well, not sure what to do! Ms. Tyler must have picked up on my hesitation.

“Just do what you’d want me to do to you, honey!”

And that’s what I did!

While Ms. Tyler leaned back on her elbows and watched the show in the ladies dressing room, I got comfortable in front of her and spread her hairless love lips with my hands. It was obvious that these lips were made for licking! Not a hair! Not a trace of stubble! I eyed my target and set my tongue to work on her pleasure pearl which seemed to be reaching for me in anticipation. It was so easy. I pretended I was on the other side of my tongue — on the receiving end of my lapping and licking. I licked until I could no longer stand her ass squirming in my face anymore and then I flattened my tongue against her clit and swirled her into an awesome, desk thumping, power-draining orgasm.

We both lost track of what was going on in the dressing room because when Ms. Tyler stopped her heavy breathing and finally let go of my hair which she grabbed in her ecstasy, the two women were gone!

Ms. Tyler just straightened her skirt, put her pantyhose and shoes back on and said, “Nice, honey, very nice.”

Then she hit the delete button on the recorder!

Santa, it’s just not fair! I didn’t get to see my shoplifter story come to an end! I didn’t get anything out of the whole sad affair!

Santa, I think I was a very good girl.

Santa, can I still have my presents? Please? Huh?

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