Samantha

Tonight was going to be the night. I had been dating Tom for several weeks, and tonight I wanted him to fuck me. I had not been laid in several months, and I really needed a good hard pounding. While Tom was not the GQ man of the year, he is a decent, hardworking attorney. He was 28 and already a junior partner at a large law firm. I am 22, working for a cosmetics firm in sales. He treated me nice, took me to nice places, always a gentleman. Maybe too much of a gentleman, but perhaps I could change that. 5" heels, stockings, and a thong under a backless dress ought to wake up that caveman urge that I needed tonight.

I love to wear backless dresses, guys don't know whether to look at my ass or cleavage. The dress I bought for tonight was quite tight; pushing my tits into a wonderful full look in front, while the back was open to an inch above my ass. I expected Tom to bring me to this party for a new partner and get me out of there as soon as possible. As I laid in the tub relaxing, conjuring up all sorts of erotic images, the one that I kept returning to was Tom taking me from behind, then taking command of my body, he presses his cock against my asshole. God, I love anal sex. Tom is not overly endowed, but he would feel big back there. Shaving my legs to a silky smoothness, I trim my pussy into a neat triangle. I use my fingers to make sure my back door is all clean for him, perhaps lingering a little longer than necessary.

I take my time getting dressed; it is almost more erotic getting dressed than undressed. I roll the stockings up my legs, pulling the elastic top tight against my thighs. Glancing in the wall size mirror, I admire how I look like this. My 34dd breasts, with large dark nipples protruding outward, and a slight bounce as I rubbed the firm flesh gave me goose bumps all over. Tapering nicely to narrow flat tummy, and curvy hips, with a heart shaped ass. While most guys spent their time on my breasts, I yearned for the guy that would make my ass his pleasure zone, because it certainly was at the top of my list.

I pondered that thought as I adjusted the thong to slip tightly between my cheeks. Damn, that looked good, even if I did say so myself!! No bra tonight, I was taking no chances on Tom getting distracted, even if I was doing it for him, I was doing it for me. I stepped into the dress, pulled it up so it was tight across my ass. Very nice !!! I hooked the halter strap at the back of my neck, just one simple button. Then, the piece de resistance, my 5" heels with ankle straps. With just a touch of makeup, and lip gloss, I was ready for tom, in more ways than one. Being the gentleman he was, he was exactly on time, dressed in a Brooks Brothers suit and white shirt, with a charcoal gray tie and black shoes. I was beginning to wonder if he owned any other clothes. But being in the state of horniness that I was, I didn't bother mentioning that. He escorted me to his Oldsmobile, and off we went to a restaurant downtown where the party was to be held.

The party was for a lawyer that was being made partner, a Sam Douglass. Apparently, this person was feared by all the other attorneys. I found it interesting that even the older sharks were fearful of this Sam. It will be interesting to meet this person, I thought to myself. After carefully parking in a garage, we proceeded to the restaurant. A typical scene played out there, the men crowding around the bar to crow about their latest win, or stock pick. The women sitting at tables showing off the latest ring or necklace, talking about how smart their brood was. About 20 minutes after we entered, a hush came over the party. The most striking woman I ever saw entered the room. Tall, six feet at least, and thin, with carefully mussed hair, and eyes that were deep brown pools. "There she is" was whispered all around me. Must be Sam's wife I thought. Lucky guy, she is beautiful. I actually caught myself touching my throat when I looked at her. Her tailored slacks, with sharp creases, and cream colored silk blouse spoke of refinement. Her simple strand of pearls at her throat emphasized her smooth slightly tan skin. But it was her smile that lit up the whole room. Then I had the shock of my life.

"A round of applause for our newest partner, Samantha Douglass!!" A loud round of applause followed, while my mind was racing 1000 miles per hour. This beautiful and refined woman was the envy of all the junior partners, and feared by the senior partners???? How very interesting!! I caught myself watching her making her way around the room, accepting congratulations. It was almost funny the way the men sucked in their guts and the women smoothed their hair as she approached. As she approached, Tom the gentleman introduced me to her, but it was noticeable to me not as his date or girlfriend, but simply as Lisa. Was it me, or did Samantha hold my hand a moment too long when we shook? I will readily admit that I drowned into those deep brown eyes of hers, even in the face of that dazzling smile. I hoped no one else noticed, or did I? It was starting to get late, and gentleman Tom had not moved from his place at the bar, and the women's clique had frozen me out of any conversation that did not revolve around the latest model Volvo or where Johnnie was going to school next year. I decided to step out on the veranda. A cool breeze enveloped me as I gazed out to the view of the river. I smelled a good quality cigar burning, and searched out the source. Maybe I could do gentleman Tom a favor chatting it up with one of the old timers in the firm. Instead, I discovered Samantha sitting in a chair, a brandy snifter in one hand, and a large cigar in the other. " Sorry for he intrusion" I said. At first, she said nothing, just puffing her cigar and looking at me. Did that breeze get cooler? My nipples were erect almost to the point of being painful. I could not draw my eyes away from her eyes. " It's a beautiful night" was all she said. I nodded in agreement, and then turned to look at the river again. I heard her say something under her breath, so I turned around again quickly, catching her looking at my ass. " Excuse me?" I asked. " Nice ass" she responded. I know I bushed right down to my toes at that comment. I had to look at the river again, because I knew if I didn't, I was going to be under her spell. Or was I doing it to show off my ass to her? " Come home with me" she said, " tom is too distracted to be of any use to you tonight". This was not a question, it was a statement. She stood up, came right behind me, and kissed me gently on the shoulder. " You know you want to" she whispered to me.

I followed Sam off the veranda, she motioned me to stay put. She went to Tom, asked him to talk to her privately for a moment. I was a little apprehensive as they approached. Sam took control of the conversation. " Tom, Lisa is coming home with me tonight. She will call you tomorrow. I suggest you take Steven from accounting home to satisfy you tonight." With that, Sam took my arm, and led me out of the restaurant. The valets scrambled to bring her Porsche boxer to the front, Sam acted as if this was normal behavior. Sam lowered the top of the car down, and then took off with a roar. " I like to push things to limit Lisa, how about you?" I didn't know where this conversation was going, but it all seemed pretty exciting to me right then, so I agreed. She smiled at my answer, then said, " we'll see about that".

Sam pulled the car into a large brightly lit and clean parking garage. Straight to the back, where there was an oversized metal door. Pressing a remote control, the large door opened, and Sam drove in. it was a freight elevator. Slowly the elevator rose, up to the fifth floor, then the doors opened. Sam drove out, and I had the second big surprise of the night. This was Sams home, a complete city block open, with several high priced cars sitting there. She pulled forward then shut the engine off. She got out of the car, then came around to my door, opened it and put her hand out. I knew by taking that hand I was giving myself to her. That thought made me pause for a moment. Then, as if in a trance, I felt my hand go up to hers. She helped me stand up, then took my face in her hands and kissed me. A soft, sensuous, erotic kiss that left my knees weak. The kiss continued as she pressed me against the car, and her knee pressed my legs apart. I was enjoying this sensation s so much I did not notice she had undone the button on the halter top. As she stepped back, my dress fell into a puddle on the floor. I was a little embarrassed, but very turned on. I started to take off my shoes, but she said to leave them on. Then, dressed in only my thong stockings and shoes, she led me to her living area.

" Have a seat," she said. I draped myself in a provocative manner across her overstuffed couch. "Something to drink?" " Whatever you are having Sam" I was really getting off exposing myself to her in this way. Sam smiled as she handed me a Barcardi and coke. "You like showing off, don't you" she said. I blushed, and my stiff nipples were aching for some contact. I reached up to caress them. " Don't " she said, and guided my hands away from my breasts. Sam picked up a remote control, and the lights dimmed and soft jazz came from hidden speakers. " Dance for me Lisa" she said. I did my best slow grind, pinching my nipples (which felt sooo good to do!!!!) and bending at the waist showing off my ass to her. When I backed right up to her face, she slowly took down my thong, leaving them around my ankles. Then she used her entire hand to massage my pussy. " You are one hot bitch, so fucking wet" I could only moan as she expertly slid two fingers in me, with one finger tripping my clit. Her other hand slid up to pinch my nipples. She removed her wet fingers from my pussy, rubbing the wetness all around my pussy lips, then back a little. I could not help myself from angling my ass to get some much needed pressure on my back door. Her finger stopped moving as it came into contact with my puckered asshole. I was moaning and trying to get the finger to penetrate me, but she just kept using that strong finger to tease me. " A little ass slut, aren't you?" " YES !!" I answered. " You like showing off your ass, and you can't wait for some big cock to get jammed up there, can you?" Her words were turning me on as much as her teasing. "Say it, say that you are an ass slut" "Please Sam, I am an ass slut" With that, her finger slid into my tight asshole. I moved my ass around to simulate fucking. Then she pulled back on the finger, and had another finger join it. Wriggling them for a few minutes was all it took for them to be buried into my ass. I was enjoying this sensation as she whispered to me what a hot bitch I was, how she loved women that loved ass play, and how she was going to fuck my ass like no one else had before. I was having one long continuous orgasm, punctuated every so often by a very strong wave. Sam moved me into a very submissive position, bent over the arm of the couch, stockings and heels still on, my thong still wrapped around my ankles. As I was coming down from my orgasm, I realized she was not with me. I could not move. Then I heard her behind me. " Relax darling, I an going to take you to a place you haven't been before" I am already at a place I haven't been before I thought, being bent over by a woman. Then I felt her apply some warm lubricant in and around my asshole, and felt an oversized dildo press against the opening. I reached back and spread my ass open to help get it in.

" That's right bitch, spread your ass for me, take this big cock. Push back you fucking ass slut..." I pushed back to drive that thick phallus up my ass. She grabbed a handful of my hair and pressed her hips forward, burying it deep in me. My mind was a complete blur, my entire focus on the delicious feeling of my ass stuffed with a large dildo. Sam has a wonderful rhythm; my entire being shook and vibrated with orgasm after orgasm.

I must have passed out, because my next conscious thought was lying in an oversized bed, no stockings or shoes, with Sam hugging me from behind. I had such a warm wonderful glow, and a smoldering burn deep in my ass. I knew that I had entered another phase of my life, that there would be no turning back, and I could only hope that Sam had similar feelings.