Tales of a Stripper

I needed money badly, I fought with my parents, and being alone by then, I had to support myself depending on my own. I hate to work as a waitress or to do things that needed hard work, besides, how much can I earn monthly from such work? My parents wanted me to have a university degree, my father being a doctor, and my mother being a lawyer. She used to be very angry from me when my advisor called her from school to tell her how my academic performance was weak... I used to get endless of spankings on my ass-cheeks, as a punishment... From since I was very young, my physical features were my only, and best assets... One day at school, my teacher called me to his office to discuss with me about my grades, he tried to rape me, but I ran away from his office and nobody beleived me... Since then I considered men as pathetic, filthy creatures...

I left home when I was seventeen years old, I am blond,green eyes and have a tall body, and boys used to dream about touching my big firm breasts and ass, however, I never let them do that!

My girlfriends used to joke with me and tell me that if I worked as a stripper, I would earn thousands...

The club owner, a forty something old woman, accepted me quickly, after I showed her my naked body. I remember that day, and for three consecutive nights, she made love to me and taught me the pleasures of lesbian love... I made for her a lots of money working as a stripper in her club... One day, a regular customer, a rich fat important man, paid for her five thousand dollars to spend the night with me in a hotel. I refused and ran away from her and started work in another strip club...

There, I had to be trained how to perform special dances, and a short, butchy women had to teach us how to dance playing with an alive long snake! I was scared to death, and tried to avoid that task, however, a strong slap from the trainer on my face, made me follow her instructions well...

She came to my room that night, and with a thick 10" strap-on dildo, she fucked my brains out till morning... The other day, I coudn't walk properly because she penetrated my asshole a lot, and she abused me verbaly not being able to perform what she instructed us to do... She told me that I was hers, and warned me not to make sex with anybody else... She satisfied me sexually, and I pleasured her with my mouth always, however, she had to move to another club, " I don't want to be involved emotionally with anybody.." she told me before she left...

I had a better offer in another club, but there I had to practice a lot of training because we had to perform more professionally. I became more known and many rich men offered me thousands for one or more night, but I was happy with what I earned...

One day, after I finished work, and was going to take a taxi, a big black jeep stopped suddenly near me, the door opened and a hand pulled me inside. My eyes were blindfolded, I was scared to death. But when I heard giggles coming from females, I was a little relaxed.

In a big warehouse, in the back of the jeep, four ladies fucked me for several hours... It was dark, but I could see that two of them were in there thirties, and the other two were very young.

They had a long double ended dildo, which stayed in my pussy all the time, a very young girl held a whip and used it on me continuously, even when I was fucked, she stopped only when she straddled my face and made me lick her for endless orgasms... Another woman, loved my breasts very much, because she sucked and licked them a lot, I touched her breasts, and found them to be very small... They made me cum and cum, especially that for a long time I didn't make sex with anybody since my trainer left me... They were insatiable... After that, they took me blindfolded and dropped me near the club, all the way touching and playing with my body...

With nights passing by, I became more and more famous, and performed more professionally the dances in that club. Another great offer came to me from a fifty years old man, to dance in his well known strip club in Vegas for a good salary... I accepted the offer happily and moved there, it was a dream come true... I was very excited to watch all those men and women cheering me whenever I showed my naked body to them, it was my ultimate pleasure. However, being horny all the time, I needed sex badly, and my dildo wasn't enough for me, and I was very shy to reveal my only sexual desire, lesbian domination...

For several nights, I realised while dancing, a beautiful red-head woman staring at me diffirently, she didn't laugh or cheer like the others, and she always sat alone. She seemed to be tall and had a big bony body and to be in her thirtees... I stared at her too, but there wasn't any reaction from her, she was strange...

Two days passed and I didn't see her between the audience, I felt a great desire to be between her legs... That night after work, the boss, Mr James called me to his office, I was afraid to death, because I thought that he wanted to fuck me. But, I shivered in excitment when he asked me if I agreed to spend a night with his wife... " She is having certain bisexual fantasies...", he said, and I agreed, especially that he promised me to raise my salary...

On the way to their home, I wondered what Mr James' wife looked like. He was in his fifties, so probably his wife might be old, too. Anyway, it was only for one night, and I was horny like hell.

They had a big beautiful villa, they were very rich... The beautiful maid let me in and instructed me to wait in the salon. She spoke with me in a dominant way...

From there, I looked outside, I saw a circular swimming pool surrounded by a very beautiful garden full of roses... My heart beat fast, when I discovered that Mr James' wife, was the woman of my dreams! The amazonian red-head bombshell! She sat on a chair wearing a black leather swimsuit, she laid her leg on the table infront of her, wearing sunglasses, her body looked muscular and inticing...I felt weakness in my knees, in addition to a tingle in my pussy...

The maid came back to me, and ordered me to follow her.

" I want to try you for one night," she told me looking at me from head to toe, " If you refuse, you can get the fuck out of here". She added sternly...

I knelt infront of her, and frenzily, started to lick the soles of her feet, she looked at me amazed, I savoured every inch of her feet, sucking her toes, one by one, nibbling her heels...

" Good girl, I guess I'll keep you much longer", she told me, she was pleased, " Amanda, take her up and clean her, and put her in my room," she ordered her maid...

Before Amanda cleaned, she maid me clean her pussy very well!

"Bitch, you made me horny out there!", Amanda told me after she had an orgasm...

Clean, with full make up and naked,I waited for an hour in my mistress's big luxurious bed...

Then in a sudden, she entered the room, naked, but with a long leather whip in her hand...

For about seven days, she tried on me endless kinds of sexual positions... She even had a special room filled with chains and stuff used for BDSM... I served her and pleased her, and did my best to satisfy her sexual apetite, that was unbelievable... She never spoke to me, only when it comes to giving orders, the whole time was sex, eating, swimming, punishment and then sex...The last two days she concentrated on screwing my asshole with a dildo, the more I begged her to be mercifull, the more she fucked me there... I was her true sexual slave...

Before she ordered me to leave, near the pool, I washed the bottoms of her feet with my tongue, crying and begging her to keep me with her, but she called her maid to take me back...

After I stayed all day crying in my room, I went to work the other night, but my boss called me to tell me that I have to search for another club...

I was very tired and decided to have a short vacation in a Greek island...

I packed my things and went to the airport, dressed in a very short blue skirt and white T-shirt in addition to a blue flip-flop. I had to wait for two hours before the airplane took off, so I decided to busy myself reading a magazine. Sitting infront of me, I felt a woman staring at my long legs, and, not letting her feel it, I glanced at her. She had yellow blond hair, pony tale,and blue eyes, wearing a dark blue oficial uniform. On her hat, I read the Air France logo, so I understood that she was a captain. I was very excited, especially when our eyes met each other, and I blushed when she kept looking at me... I knew that this look was only for dominant ladies... I started to show her more of my legs pulling my skirt upwards, and I was sure that she realised my hard nipples under my thin t-shirt... Her eyes studied my whole body hungrily, and when I had the courage to look in her eyes again, she moved them towards the restroom...

I walked there hoping that my juices wouldn't drop on the floor! She followed me, and after she locked the door behind her, she came to me and pushed me to the wall, and pulled up my t-shirt and savagely sucked and licked my large breasts... I closed my eyes and raised my head in pleasure and pain and, before I was going to cum, she stopped and pushed me to kneel on the floor and made me suck her sweet perfumed pussy till she orgasmed, and on the floor, I rubbed myself to ecstacy, while she fixed herself on the mirror, and then left without telling me a word...

I came back to my seat, and she sat in the same place, but this time she never looked at me, and after thirty minutes she left to her plane!

It was a long way to Greece, and after arrival and reaching the hotel, I slept till morning.

I ordered a breakfest, and it was brought to me by a sexy Asian waitress. I wore on myself a black nightgawn.

I gave her a tip, but before going out, she stopped for a second when she saw on my bed, a ten inch strap-on dildo, which I forgot there by mistake.

" Do you use it, or someone use it on you?", she asked me directly!

" Well I.. mmm.. it is just for...," I hardly answered her...

" Mmmmm, I think you are...", she added," give it to me", and then ordered me, while taking out her cloths... She made me fix myself on the chair, and fucked me with it hardly, doggie-style, spanking my ass-cheeks... I was going to fall down, but she always held me with my hair! And after I lost counting my orgasms, she sat on the bed, took the fruit salad from my breakfest, and made me lick and eat them on her small but sexy breasts... After that, she ordered me to pour honey on her asshole sothat I can lick them there, too. Then, when she came rocking the bed, she put her cloths on telling me that every morning I must prepare myself for her...

" Yes ma'am." was my only answer...

I spent a couple of weeks there, and I was screwed night and day, either by the Asian waitress, or by a woman that picked me up on the beach... And I loved every minute of it, especially that I found work there, the whole summer, as a stripper!

My friends at school were right, but working as a stripper not only made for me a lot of money, but also I had a great time!

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The Saleswoman

Maggie opened the door to reveal a woman somewhat older than herself, maybe in her mid-forties. She was smartly turned out in a navy jacket and skirt and immediately made Maggie feel a bit dowdy. Maggie knew the appointment was for after lunch but she had not had not really bothered getting ready.

The woman smiled sweetly and introduced herself as Jan, though they had already spoken on the phone. Maggie invited her in, asking her to sit on the comfortable sofa next to her. Jan was carrying a large black bag and she placed it carefully beside her on the floor before turning to Maggie with the same sweet smile.

"Now, I understand from a friend that you were interested in looking at our products?" she began.

"Yes, that's true," said Maggie - it was Angela who'd dared her to invite Jan round.

"Now, a lot of women find what I show them a bit of a giggle and that's nothing to worry about, believe me, I'm used to it!"

Maggie just smiled - she was already nervous and half-regretting her earlier phone call inviting the saleswoman round.

"Now, what I'll show you is our catalogue, have a look and if there's anything you fancy I can whip it out and we can take a look - I carry most products with me."

She handed Maggie a glossy catalogue entitled "Marital Aids". Maggie took it with slightly shaking hands and skimmed through it. She was aware of Jan's eyes appraising her and wasn't quite sure where or what to look at.

All she'd wanted was a vibrator, but an older and wiser friend, this was Angela, insisted that if she bought mail order she could easily be disappointed. Maggie had no intention of going to a sex shop so Angela had suggested a friend of hers who was a sales rep for sex aids company. Maggie had wanted a vibrator for a number of reasons, the main one being a lack of satisfaction with her own sex life. She loved her husband dearly, but he just wasn't 'active' enough for her and was away often.

Now, as she skimmed through the catalogue there were not only vibrators, but lots of bizarre other items too, including hideous underwear and even handcuffs! She tried to concentrate on the vibrators. They seemed to fall into the 'realistic' and 'non-realistic' ones -- Maggie thought she preferred something smooth and simple as opposed to the 'veiny penis' variety.

"What about this one?" she said, tapping her finger on something white and lipstick shaped.

"Hmm, what size?" asked Jan.

That threw Maggie completely. Size? "Uhmm, medium I suppose."

"Oh, that'll be the 7-incher then," said Jan and dived into her bag of wonders.

She drew out something approximating what was in the catalogue and handed it to Maggie. Maggie held it gingerly, felt the weight, stroked the hard plastic surface and then looked blankly at Jan.

"Well, it seems ok," she said, rather vaguely - not really sure what 'features' to look for.

"Oh, that's a nice one," said Jan. "Switch it on and you'll see what I mean."

Maggie fiddled with it a while with no success so Jan leaned over, turned the base, and the thing suddenly came to life in her hands sending powerful vibrations up her arm. Maggie giggled.

"Oh! I see what you mean!"

Jan smiled back.

"Of course, you won't know if it's the right one for you until you've tried it," she said.

Maggie thought this over. "No, I suppose not!"

"Well then, would you like to do that here or somewhere more comfortable, like the bedroom?"

"What do you mean?" asked Maggie, confused.

"Well, I never make a sale until a customer is completely satisfied with the product."

Maggie was not sure she understood what Jan meant, or at least what she THOUGHT she meant.

"Of course," she said, blankly.

"Well then, if you put your legs up on the sofa and whip your panties off - no need to take your skirt off - I'll see if this is the right one for you."

Maggie gasped.

"You mean you want me to try it... now?"

"Oh yes," said Jan, unconcerned. She was already extracting a pair of thin transparent gloves from her bag. Maggie watched, stunned, as she took a small tube of lubricating gel and smeared it over the top of the vibrator. She really meant it.

Maggie suddenly felt like she'd taken a trip to the gynaecologists. Why hadn't Angela warned her? She would have at least put on some clean panties.

Maggie stood up and slipped off her panties. Jan just beamed at her and patted the sofa next to her for Maggie to sit down on. Maggie rested her head on the arm and put her feet up on the sofa. She parted her legs slightly and rolled up her skirt to her hips. Jan smiled down at the blonde curls of her pussy and then, with her gloved hands applied some more lubricating gel to the outer lips of Maggie's vagina.

"Always a good idea to use plenty of this," she said in a motherly way. "Unless you can find someone's tongue to do the trick!"

She grinned up at Maggie again but Maggie was gritting her teeth at the invading touch.

'Oh god,' she thought, 'Let me just get this over with quickly; I'll tell her I like it, whatever it feels like, and then at least it'll be over!'

"Open your legs a bit wider love," said Jan. "Some ladies like to hold their knees while I do this gives me better access!"

Maggie put one foot on the floor and hooked the other over the back of the sofa. She felt incredibly vulnerable.

"Now, just relax," said Jan, and slowly, very slowly she inserted the smooth head of the vibrator into Maggie's cunt. As she pushed it gently in she checked Maggie's face for reaction. Maggie was biting her lip and gripping the edge of the sofa.

Once it was half-way in, Jan paused.

"There, I'll just let you get used to the sensation before I turn it on. How does that feel?"

Maggie nodded dumbly. "Ok," she said, not daring to move.

Jan smiled, leaned forward with her other hand and turned on the vibrator to a low setting.

Maggie had never had a vibrator inside her before and was unprepared for the powerful sensations pulsing through her vagina and even into her colon. The feeling was wonderful and she closed her eyes with pleasure.

"Mmmm, thought you'd like that," smiled Jan. "Let me put it up a notch higher."

Now the pleasure was more intense and waves of pleasure enveloped her body. Maggie moaned slightly and shifted her hips, thrusting her pelvis to take more of the vibrator inside herself. Jan held the base firm to allow Maggie to impale herself.

"That's it love," she cooed encouragingly.

"Mmmm, I like this one," said Maggie. "I'll take it."

Suddenly Jan switched off the pleasurable vibrations and withdrew the toy leaving Maggie feeling unfulfilled.

"Oh!" she said.

"Are you sure?" queried Jan, looking doubtful.

Maggie struggled into a sitting position, flicking her skirt over her lap, trying to regain her composure.

"I... I... I think so," she said, looking to Jan for reassurance.

"No, it's just that a lot of girls make the same mistake as you - fall in love with the first one they try - and you can't really judge unless you've compared now, can you?"

"I... I suppose not," agreed Maggie.

"So, why don't I pick you out something else I think you'd like and see what you think?"

Jan delved into her bag and withdrew a slightly large looking chrome vibrator. The head was more bulbous.

"Now THIS one is for the more discerning user," said Jan. "Now, you just get comfy again."

Maggie did as she was told and Jan lifted her skirt and arranged her legs apart as she wanted them.

This time she was less gentle with the insertion. She didn't need to be too careful as Maggie's cunt was already wet. She switched the thing on and soon had Maggie squirming on the sofa.

"Oh yes," said Maggie, between gasps. "That one is great."

"See," said Jan. "I told you!"

Jan thrust the vibrator in and out a little to give her the full feeling. The chrome vibrator was almost twice as expensive as the white one and she was on commission.

When she had judged that Maggie was beginning to carried away she withdrew it sharply again.

"Oh! Oh! I just HAVE to have that one," said Maggie, her eyes sparkling.

"Hmmm," said Jan. "Let me try just one more, ok?"

"Ok," said Maggie, and lay back in the position, letting Jan do with her as she pleased.

Jan pulled out a monstrous fake phallus. It was nine inches long and covered with ridges. Maggie gasped, but Jan reassured her.

"I've seen a lot of vaginas in my time and I just know that this is what yours is hungry for!"

"Are you sure?" said Maggie. "It looks awfully big!"

"Don't worry," said Jan, "I'll be as gentle as I can. At least you're nice and lubricated now!"

Maggie looked a bit embarrassed at this reference to her cunt that was now dripping on the sofa with pleasure.

Jan put the swollen head of the vibrator to Maggie's lips. She helped Maggie pull the lips of her vagina apart so that the beast could enter.

Maggie exhaled sharply as the thing slowly filled her.

"Oh god, oh god!" she moaned as Jan pushed the thing inexorably in. She'd never felt so full in her life.

Jan grinned, "I'll just leave it there for a bit shall I? So you get used to the size?"

Maggie nodded, unable to speak.

Jan continued, "Of course that one's a little pricey, but it does come with its own little cousin, an anal version of its big brother."

She pulled out a much smaller version of the original, just bigger than a finger.

"Now this one," said Jan, putting the tip against Maggie's already stretched anus. "Goes here."

And without permission, she inserted the tip of the dildo into Maggie's anus.

Maggie was an anal virgin; she had never even thought about putting things up her bottom and now Jan was calmly violating her most intimate hole. She gasped as the tip entered. She could feel it pushing against the other dildo and when Jan started to move the two in and out she felt them slide over each other, sending spasms through her body.

Once again Jan whisked them out at just the right moment before Maggie tipped over into orgasm. Maggie lay panting and sweating on the sofa, her blouse a crumpled mess. She felt horribly empty after the two dildos were removed.

Jan smiled at her; "You want those then?"

"Yes, yes please," said Maggie.

"Now, this thing also comes with a strap attachment, but that's extra."

"Strap?" said Maggie. "What's the strap for?"

"Oh, it's so that if you and your partner wish to play, one can strap it on and use it on the other."

"How on earth does that work?" asked Maggie, intrigued at the thought of her husband with the device.

Jan paused for a minute.

"Oh here, let me show you," she said. "But I shall have to take my skirt off."

"Oh no, please," said Maggie. "I didn't mean to trouble you!"

"No, it's ok," said Jan. "But I haven't done this for a while and I'm a bit rusty, so you'll have to forgive me!"

Jan slipped her skirt round and undid the zip over her hip. Letting it slip to the floor she stepped out of it then picked it up, folded it, and placed it over the back of a chair. Maggie was a little surprised to see that she was wearing a very smart pair of black stockings and suspenders with black lace panties. Jan smiled reassuringly and then strapped the dildo to herself, adjusting it until she was wearing it like a monstrous erection.

"Oh, I see!" said Maggie.

"If you'd just like to come over here," said Jan.

Maggie complied.

"Now, could you bend over the table and raise your skirt again?"

Maggie did as she was told.

"Now what happens is that your partner can come up behind you like so," she said, moving behind Maggie. "Then it's very easy for them to penetrate you... like so."

She pushed the tip of the monstrous cock against the lips of Maggie's exposed, wet vagina.

Jan held on to Maggie's hips and pushed the cock a little way in. Maggie gasped with pleasure.

Jan smiled to herself. She thrust in and out in firm, confident strokes as Maggie desperately gripped the table.

"So... you... see... it's... really... just... a... substitute... for... the real... thing..." breathed Jan as she pumped the wickedly sized dildo in and out of Maggie's helpless vagina.

Maggie met Jan's thrusts with her hips. At the right moment Jan withdrew suddenly, leaving Maggie feeling empty and desperate for more.

"If you like that kind of thing there is something else that may interest you," she said, unstrapping the vibrator from her waist.

Maggie, slumped over the table, frustrated, and said, "What now?"

"This!" said Jan, brandishing a 12-inch double-ended dildo at her.

"Oh my god!" said Maggie. "What on earth is that for?"

Jan sighed. "Do you REALLY want me to show you?"

"Uhuh."

Sighing heavily, Jan slipped off her panties that had been put on over her suspenders.

Jan strolled to the sofa and invited Maggie to sit down beside her.

"Now, this end goes in here," she said, pushing one end of the monster into Maggie's well-lubricated cunt. "And the other end goes in... here."

At this point she opened her own legs wide to reveal her own cunt sticky with her own arousal and plunged the other end of the cock inside herself.

Maggie gasped; now they were joined at the waist like Siamese twins. The two women moved their hips on either end of the cock. Each movement one made sent vibrations along the cock to the other whose subsequent shudder reinitiated yet more waves of pleasure.

The two women writhed and moaned on the cock, pushing against each other, fucking each other and being fucked by each other. They linked arms to try and control the sensations, sweat beading their faces with the effort. Jan smiled into Maggie's eyes; it was going to be a good sale.

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The Movie Theater

It had been raining off and on when I got off work. The streets were smelling and looking clean like they had just taken a shower. The sky was still gloomy with dark clouds. The buildings and the cars looked dull. There was a warm breeze but it was still chilly.

I generally don't like such weather but it didn't matter. I was a bit tired. After all a secretary can't feel like in heaven after a day's work. Only I know how it feels after I have done with dancing my fingers on the keyboard. I was too anxious to get home. Sometimes I go to somewhere else if I feel like it. Maybe to a movie or to a bar, or I just sit on a bench by the river or just take a walk. It was not one of those days. The only thing I wanted then is to get into my warm apartment, have a hot cup of coffee, lie down on couch and watch something good on TV. I guess this is the way many of my afternoons will vanish into enchanting past.

Maybe I would have gone home. Then I don't know why I decided to go to a movie. I went to the nearest theater. They were showing a movie called 'The solitary girl'. Ah, that's funny. Who could be more solitary than me? This is perfect. A perfect solitary movie for a perfect solitary girl. I went right in.

There weren't many people inside. Only a few men and women like me. I went to a corner and tried to relax. I didn't have to try very hard. Relaxation came by itself. Before I knew I was beginning to feel good. Soon I felt I wasn't tired anymore. My mental joy drove away physical tiredness. The film had started. It was the story of an office going regular type girl. Everyday she goes out to her office, then comes back home, goes to her friends', occasionally to parties and to date. Most of the times she feels lonely. Nothing to do in her solitary times except for two faithful friends, her TV and VCR.

Wait a minute, what is she doing? She had started a xxx movie on VCR. She was getting excited about it. The excitement was building in her face. Oh my, she was a good actress or she was actually feeling that and letting her feeling flow before camera. Whatever it was she was horny. She had just started to caress herself, over her breasts, tummy, and thighs. Oh no, she had started to do on her real things. The rhythmic fingering was making her more excited. Her excitement was making me hot. Yes, baby, this girl is good. Now what is she doing? She had gone crazy. She was stripping herself. One by one her blouse, bra, skirt, pants were piled on the ground. The romantic figure of a beautiful naked girl emerged. She was pretty. Her shaved pussy and puffy pink lips was far more beautiful. Her pink nipples were rock-hard.

She started cupping her breasts with one hand. Her other hand was caressing her smooth inner thigh. Soon she moved that hand over to her pussy. She started to finger and play with her pussy lips. Lightly patting her clit. Then she inserted her fingers inside, in deep. Oh shit, she is fucking herself.

As she was masturbating and watching hot sex her body was shaking. She was vibrating. Her mouth opened as the moans beckoned forth.

She was not feeling comfortable in any position. She stopped playing with her breasts with her hand. She started to move that hand restlessly over her body. She was trying to feel the excitement on her whole body. She became more and more excited, her hands started to move more violently. Oh, oh, I could hardly watch. The agitation, the commotion, all was transferring to me. The girl could not stand any more. She was close to a powerful orgasm. Still she was stroking her fingers in and out of her pussy, her other hand swimming over her body, rubbing everything it finds on its way. Sounds of sexual pleasure started to come out of her mouth. Her breath became shorter, movements more violent. She pushed herself over the edge. Owwwwww... she screamed. With this shrill sound of pleasure her whole body exploded in a mind blowing orgasm. She laid on the couch with her joy of sexual ecstasy.

That was it for the girl of the movie. But it was just the beginning for me. She started fire on my body. She was just like me doing what I love to do most. What a similar style.

I was so excited to see her do that, I didn't even notice that I put a hand under my skirt. I generally wear nothing under my skirt. It always comes handy. Whenever I want I can feel a little bit of my soft pussy.

Nothing refreshing like it during a tiresome workday. There I was sitting inside a theater, excited, very excited. I started to finger myself. I couldn't think anything else. I forgot where I was. The movie was going on. I was siting there in a dark corner busy with myself. Ummmm, it's so nice. 'Need any help?' A soft voice whispered beside me. I looked up. A woman was sitting just left of me. I didn't even notice when she had arrived. She was a gorgeous woman in her early twenties. Blonde, beautiful, slender and sexy. I was not sure about her complexion in the dark corner, but I am pretty sure she was beautiful. Maybe she was a little dark, possibly because of a tan. She wore a very short tight fitted black dress. My eyes followed to her breasts. They were at least 38C. What huge ones for such a slender lady. I could even see her stiff nipples under her dress. My eyes were still going downward. I couldn't guess how she looked near her waist area in the darkness. At last my eyes stopped over her long slim legs. They were covered with black stockings. The stocking could not hide the beauty of those smooth strong legs.

Oh my. What does this wonderful lady want to help me with? I couldn't think anymore. What ever it is I wouldn't have missed it for anything. 'Yes, I would love that.' I whispered in the same quiet like tone. She smiled. then asked, 'Do you know what I am talking about?' What is she talking about? She is sitting beside a girl who is masturbating like hell. Surely this girl may need some help. Wait a minute. Is she talking about something else? No, it can't be. What else could she be thinking about?

I didn't answer her. What I did was a little bold thing for me to do but I put my hand on her thigh. She shivered a little. Her body was hot, very hot. Now I was sure she was excited by the movie like I was, and doubley excited by my activities. She didn't say anything but replied by putting her hand over and cupping my breast. She started fondling my breasts. I was wearing a thin cotton bra and my tank top was not that thick either. I could feel her every movement, her every touch. She surely knows how to handle those boobs.

My excitement was heightened. My body started to burn. I couldn't stand it any longer. I responded to her actions by caressing her thigh. My hand carressed over her stockings. I decided to go further up. Oh my, nothing. Nothing at all. Like me she also prefered wearing nothing under that beautiful black dress.

I was not satisfied feeling and loving her thigh. I proceeded up further to reach her pussy. It was so hot. So wet. I couldn't wait to taste her. She moaned as I touched her delicate folds. She spread her legs and let me through. I started stroking her pussy. Up and down, up and down, down and up. I was producing my own juice. I could feel the wetness in my other hand that was still fingering my hot pussy. Soon I felt another thing, a hand. She also decided to help me with my pussy. I helped her inside my juicy pussy and removed my hand. I was beginning to rely on her capabilities by then. At least her other hand was doing a great job on my tits. 'Ahhhh, more more', I hissed. Meanwhile my fingers on her pussy just found her clit. That was a giant. I have never seen such a enlarged one in my entire lesbian life. She seemed to have been electrocuted as I got hold of her clit. Her hand and finger movement started to become faster. Her breath became shorter and irregular. I knew I had hit the jackpot, the key to her cumheaven. I started to stroke an cuddle her clit harder and harder. She responded with a more aggressive motion. I knew she was getting there as she started to bite my ear. Her breath was coming shorter and faster. She was squeezing my tits hard. It seemed she was about to tear them from by body. Her nails were scratching my tender puss. I was never fucked so hard and so brutally in my life. That was a new experience for me. The pain started to make me mad. I moaned, 'Tear apart my puss, oohhhhh, I can't stand it any more, mmmmmm, scratch my pussy to hell.'

Pain and pleasure started to make me desperate. I was to a point where I could cum or die. The woman was so mad. She put her one hand around my neck and started to bite my tits. Ahh, she was hungry like a wolf. She wanted to eat me alive. I desperately pulled her clit hard with my fingers. That was it for my partner. She came violently. Her expression of pleasure over my breast also pushed me over the edge. My entire body exploded. I was blinded by flashes of white light. My whole body was filled with intense sexual pleasure. It felt so good.

I sat there loosing all my strengths. The lady's head was over my breast. A little later she moved her head and lay there on her seat. There we were, two completely satisfied women enjoying our sexual satisfaction at a dark corner in a theater. It was about couple of minutes before we could gather ourselves. We dragged our body parts to sit in a decent position. After some lazy movements we could smooth out our dress. Soon we were helping each other to look as comfortable as possible.

The whole event was soon over. Even any sign of it also vanished. But the pleasant experience was inside our mind. Our faces showed it. We looked at each other, smiled the most beautiful smile in the world. Then we started to watch the rest of the movie.

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She

She walked towards me on the deck of the indoor community pool. I just finished my first set of 20 laps and I was headed to the Jacuzzi to cool-down before starting my second set. She wore the bathing suit of a lifeguard.

She wasn't pretty. Not even plain. She had a face that had seen too much chlorine and too much acne; harsh, wrinkled and marked. She walked around the Jacuzzi once, displaying her body to me. She was proud of her big boobs, and tight bottom. But like her face, her body was blemished and damaged from her exposure to the pool and the sun.

She made me uncomfortable, so I decided to start my second set of laps. She stopped me as I stepped from the swirling water.

"I'm Beth," she said in a blunt, no-nonsense manner, "I want to fuck you...now...right now...c'mon."

She grabbed my hand and led me towards the women's changing room.

"I'm not gay," I protested.

"So," she said flatly.

She put me under the communal shower and commanded that I strip. I did what she asked, dropping the shoulder straps of my workout swimsuit, shedding the damp garment as anonymous women passed by.

She pressed my back against the warm tile and knelt before me.

"Show it to me," she demanded.

"What?"

"Your cunt...Spread your lips and show it to me," she commanded again.

I did. I opened my pussy to her gaze. She placed her hands on my thighs and rubbed up and down, still kneeling before me. More women and girls walked by. Some fascinated by what was happening and some turning their heads with visible disgust. I felt ashamed. Why didn't I stop her?

"You'll need to get off fast or we'll get caught," she said as she plunged her face into my crotch.

She licked me and sucked me and teased me.

"Hurry-up and cum," she said frantically before gently sucking my clitoris into her mouth.

I grabbed her wet hair and did it, I came. It was wet and wild and exciting; my pussy flooding her face as I pulled her against me.

"Oh yes!" I cried as she ate me through two glorious climaxes, "hell yes...fuck yes...eat me."

She stood, "You're not gay...right?"

"No."

"Cool," she wiped her face with the back of her hand, "I slipped my number in your locker."

"Huh?"

"You're here Tuesdays and Thursdays, right?" obviously, she already knew the answer.

"Yes."

"Ok, then I'll see you next Tuesday."

"Ok," I stammered, "do you want to know my name?"

"Not really?" she said with a smile, as she went back to work.

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Sapphic Summer

Its early summer and the air is fairly charged with a palpable energy. The stars peek out behind an endless ocean of clouds. A westerly breeze plays of young flesh. Johanna sits on the edge of a beautifully built pool with white lilies for scent floating about. The cool Bahaman breeze sends her blonde hair in a shimmering curtain that settles around her perky breasts. She is wearing a white bikini, underneath she has no tan lines. Earlier she sunbathed in the nude on the beach, her hair blossoming out from her head as it lay in her arms. The intense sun baking her delicate skin a healthy brown. She is beautiful, to say the least. Down her pointed chin and to the hollow of her neck, between the valley of her perfect breasts and down her flat stomach, and finally to the her smooth and freshly shaven mound. All of this was barely concealed and on display for an equally brazen cutie enjoying a Daiquiri in the Jacuzzi...

The night was young, and Johanna could feel that girl's intent gaze at her back like nails digging into her flesh. She played with her hair, slipping it over her shoulder and looking back at her. "If your gonna stare at me ill stare at you back" she mused. The girl in the Jacuzzi merely smiled and with one lacquered finger beckoned Johanna into the hot whirlpool. She smiled back, and made her way there, enticingly slow. As she stepped into the frothy warmth of the water she tilted her head quizzically, and displayed her best smile. "Hey babe, what's your name?" she inquired in a seemingly innocent voice. The girl had black hair, black like a ravens, a black so true that it shown blue when starlight strikes it. Her skin was supple and pale; to describe it would be folly. To say the least it was as alabaster, and shimmered in the moonlight. She was French, from her lovely accent. "My name is Jordan, do you care to join me?" her lips parted as she smiled and revealed a row of perfectly straight teeth. Johanna slipped the rest of the way in until the warm water caressed the very lower swell of her breasts...

Jordan seemed utterly relaxed, holding her glass of daiquiri. "So what brings you to the Bahamas?" She asked. "Well," Johanna started to blush, partly from the heat but mostly from Jordan, she was ravishing. "I'm from Pennsylvania, in the States" she stammered, unable to meet her partner's gaze for some reason. Jordan merely smiled back at her shy partner. "Well isn't that charming?" she mused. "I'm from France, and am here vacationing with my parents. They're off somewhere on the resort no doubt. Who are you here with?"..."Oh myself..." Johanna managed to get out. She left the last word trail off her tongue, laced with hidden meaning. At last she took in her partners gaze for the first time. Her eyes were the deepest blue green, that of the sea. She seemed to be at one with the swirling waters around her lithe form. "My my my, your a long way from home then honey" Jordan said sweetly. She then idlely swirled a finger in the water and smiled up at Johanna. "you know...in France we generally don't wear these when we swim" she took the straps of her bikini top in her hands and gave them a snap. "such a...restrictive society you have here." Johanna could only sputter a positive response. She could feel herself moisten between her legs, and pressed her thighs tightly together for some relief.

Jordan was indeed beautiful, and a night with her would be amazing. She is French after all. "yes, I guess we do. But that doesn't mean that I haven't done my fare share of skinny dipping!" they both laughed at that, and Johanna could sense Jordan was thinking, calculating. "In here, it would be just like taking a bath" she said innocently. Jordan looked at her then. Her eyes shone, and her gaze went through Johanna like a spear, pinning her breath in her breast. "Well then I'm sure you don't mind" Jordan smiled sweetly, and her hands raised to unclasp her bikini top. "oh, um, of course not" Johanna wasn't ready for this, even though she had already fantasized about how Jordan would look unclothed. And now she was, sitting before her in her youthful glory. Beads of water stuck to her skin, and her fair hair draped over her shoulders, Jordan sat, with a little smile on her face. Her breasts were delicious, alabaster in complexion like the rest of her. Her areola were the size of silver dollars and her perky nipples stood out from them as if to lead the way into the night.

They pointed at Johanna, who could only stare with her mouth slightly open. Now Johanna as genuinely turned on, and if it wasn't for the water that swirled around her, Jordan would have surely seen Johanna's hand creep unconsciously toward her pussy. It came to rest on her thigh though. "you like them?" Jordan asked laughingly, taking in Johanna's intent stare This made Johanna flush, with realization that she had completely forgotten herself, in the vision of this stunning nymph's bare chest. Jordan saw how her partner flushed, and smiled serenly. I think she wants me, she thought. And with that Jordan's hands wandered toward her breasts and gave them a squeeze, sending currents of rippling lust through her body. She looked into Johanna's blue eyes as she pinched one of her own nipples, making it stand out even more, the point so hard it could cut diamond. Johanna was fairly panting now, and her pussy was dripping inside of her bikini bottom. "why dont you come over here" Jordan whispered, nodding to the vacant water just next to her. Johanna obeyed, tugged by an unseen leash to sit next to her topless partner.

Their thighs touched. "her skin is soo soft" Johanna thought to herself. Jordan smiled at her, "do you wanna touch them?" she asked innocently. Johanna could only nod, her eager hands rising to meet her delicious twin peaks Flesh met flesh and both girls sighed when Johanna's hands met Jordan's offered chest. She squeezed lightly and Jordan let slip a moan and put her head back, closing her eyes. Her hair slid off her shoulders and into the water as she did so, like a curtain of black. Letting herself go Johanna lowered her mouth to Jordan's exposed neck, and kissed her softly on her alabaster skin. Her tongue traced concentric circles upon her flesh, and her hands kneaded her breasts, until Jordan's fair skin blushed a rosy pink. "oooh" she moaned (hehe) Johanna then let go of her perky tits and cupped Jordan's face in both of her hands, staring deep into her blue-green eyes. "your so pretty" she breathed Jordan merely smiled, and opened her mouth for Johanna's hot wet tongue. They kissed until dizziness claimed them, their mouths pressed together in a sensuous embrace.

Jordan could feel Johanna's tongue flick across the back of her teeth, and she eagerly sucked it to the back of her mouth. Johanna moaned into her, and she playfully nipped at her lips. I'm gonna fuck you until you cry, thought Jordan. When at long last the kiss was broken, the girls smiled at each other, knowing without saying that they were gonna fuck. Johanna reached behind her back and untied her bikini, letting her perfect perky tits spill out. The girls pressed their tits together as they kissed again

This time it was Jordan who broke off the kiss, holding Johanna back by her shoulders. One deft hand reached around her back and gently pulled Johanna's head back by her hair. With her neck exposed Jordan feasted on her flesh, tasting the salty sweet complexion of Johanna's skin. Her soft mouth trailed lower and lower until it reached her bare chest. Johanna stifled a gasp as Jordan cupped one of her tits in her hands and captured her nipple in her mouth. She suckled on it like a newborn babe. At this , Johanna couldn't help but gasp and moan with pleasure. Alternating between breasts, Jordan feasted upon her. She dragged her teeth across Johanna's breast and gently bit her nipples. Johanna let out a shriek of delight as Jordan's teeth closed on her rock hard nipple. Both girls were fairly dripping, and the scent of wet pussy was in the air, despite the water that swirled around them. Jordan held Johanna against her with one hand, the other finding its way between Johanna's thighs. She gasped as Jordan pushed her hand under her bikini and past her bald mound.

Her fingers cupped her cunt, and rubbed her gently, feeling her warmth and wetness. Johanna's head was on Jordan's shoulder, fairly swooning under her caress. Her fingers gently parted the folds of her hot wet pussy like a flower. Sweet girl cum painted Jordan's fingers and Johanna felt herself reaching climax, powerful like the coming tide.... "I want you inside me baby" Johanna whispered. 'mmmm' Jordan replied, slipping her fingers slick with juices deeper into Johanna's hot love tunnel. She was so warm inside, and the juices kept flowing. Johanna could feel her climax coming, a large cresting wave about to break over her. Jordan had two fingers inside her, and they were pumping in and out slowly, lovingly. "Faster!...ohhh please..." she begged. Jordan complied, and fucked her pussy for all it was worth. She could feel her pussy spasming the fleeting moments before Johanna came. Suddenly, she lashed her head back and wailed in absolute release, her pussy coming and coming all over Jordan's hand. Johanna's head slumped back down and her eyes sparkled with tears of joy and release. Her face was serene, and she wore a wide smile on her face. When the last aftershocks of orgasm left her, Jordan took her fingers out of Johanna and licked them while she watched. "mmmmm you taste so sweet" Jordan drawled, smiling. "Wanna taste it?" Jordan asked sweetly. Johanna nodded and took Jordan's wet fingers in her mouth and tasted herself.

She loved the taste of her own girl cum, and lapped it all up. They kissed again, their hot wet tongues meeting. Johanna kissed her hard, and without restraint as if to say her thanks. "I wanna eat your pussy, Jordan" Johanna whispered. She then took her face in her hands and licked her from her chin to her nose. "that's what I'm gonna do to your cunt...ok baby?"...Jordan was alive with excitement, and stood up to sit on the edge of the hot tub. She slipped off her bikini bottom and spread her legs enticingly. Johanna's eyes instantly stared at Jordan's pussy, it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Jordan's pussy was totally shaved, like Johanna's, and was a shade darker and rosier than the rest of her skin. Johanna could see her girl cum leaking out of her cunt, and smell the scent of strongly aroused girl. Johanna lowered her face slowly to Jordan's cunt, keeping her gaze all the while. With her fingers she parted her pussy lips and gave her a long, wet lick from her wet hole to the very tip of her clit. Jordan took a sharp intake of air and let it out in a low moan of pleasure. Johanna then pushed two of her slender fingers inside Jordan's molten pussy and fucked her. Jordan squirmed and writhed against the harsh concrete under her as Johanna added her mouth to the mix.

Johanna could taste Jordan's girl cum as it spilled profusely out of her pussy. It tastes like peaches, Johanna thought. She swirled her tongue over and over and around Jordan's hard little clit and sucked it between her lips. With Jordan's clit firmly in Johanna's mouth, and with two fingers buried in her cunt, she came, in hard waves that seemed never to end. Jordan screamed and shrieked loudly in both French and English as she spent herself wildly all over Johanna. Her juices squirted out of her and spattered all over Johanna's pretty face and fingers. Johanna stayed inside her, and kept pumping her fingers in and out until Jordan begged her to stop. "Oh please honey I'm going to die!" Jordan implored. Johanna smiled sweetly and came up to kiss Jordan. Their tongues met once again and Jordan could taste herself in Johanna's hot mouth. Taking her fingers out of Jordan's cunt and smiling, Johanna licked them clean. "mmm you taste like peaches baby." she said. "oh yeah baby?" Jordan captured Johanna's fingers and put them into her mouth, tasting her own sweet nectar. "mmm I wanna fuck you." She said in between fingers. Johanna nodded and produced a large white towel, which she spread out on the concrete. On this she lay down, with her legs spread wide with her knees up towards her breasts. Jordan smiled sweetly at her. She kissed Johanna's pussy and opened her pussy lips and sniffed them. "ooh you smell good" she drawled. "Fuck me! Please." Johanna gasped. Needing no more encouragement Jordan straddled Johanna's hips and brought her pussy down on Johanna's. Both girls gasped at the sudden contact. "oh that feels soooo good!" Jordan screamed.

She grinded her pussy into her lover's wet cunt and could feel their cum mixing together. Their hips bounced in rhythm as they fucked each other closer and closer to climax. Jordan's pussy was absolutely dripping, and she pressed her wetness into Johanna's molten pussy. Johanna gasped as her clit rubbed against Jordan's. She could feel herself start to cum and begged Jordan to fuck her harder. Jordan grabbed Johanna's hips and grinded into her harder, faster. "oh I'm going to cum! Ahhhhh!" Jordan felt herself go over the edge, and her pussy burst into Johanna's cunt. This set her off and she came right back into her lover's cunt, squirting her girl cum all over the both of them. After the orgasmic tide had ebbed away they peeled their pussy lips apart, smiling at their wetness clinging to each other's cunt. Jordan then captured Johanna's face in her hands and kissed her hard on the lips.

Her tongue slipped into her lover's mouth. Johanna broke off the kiss. "lets 69 ok?" Jordan nodded in excitement. They moved into position and the girls licked each other's pussy clean. After both of their pussies were licked clean the girls embraced. "oh you have to come visit me in Paris darling." Jordan said to her new lover. "Of course baby, I don't think I've gotten enough of your sweet French pussy!"

They both laughed and hugged each other, slipping back into the calming waters off the whirlpool. They shared one last, long lip-sucking kiss before putting their bikinis back on and heading back to the hotel, hand in hand.

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The Adventures of Sasha and Clair

I was worn to a frazzle. My 7-year old twin boys were driving me up the wall now that school was out. "What are we going to do today?" each one asked over and over. Finally their dad took pity on me and took them off my hands for a long weekend. They left early on Thursday morning to spend time with Craig's parents. I went back to bed.

When I awakened, I remembered we had new neighbors. I'd seen the moving vans, but had not laid eyes on them. After a late breakfast, I baked chocolate chip cookies and walked across the street. A beautiful young woman answered the bell. She was perhaps 24 or 25 with creamy skin, green eyes and smartly styled short auburn hair A belted robe covered her.

"Hi, I'm Clair, your neighbor from across the street. Am I disturbing you? I brought cookies. Welcome to the neighborhood," I stammered. She took the plate.

"Hi Clair, I'm Sasha. Nice to meet you. I was out on the patio. Would you join me?"

"Of course," I said.

"These will go great with the lemonade I have outside. I was taking a little sun. Do you mind if I continue while we talk"

"Please, go right ahead." I seated myself under an umbrella near the pool as she went to a chaise chair. When I looked back at her she had removed her robe. She stood there in her totally nude, voluptuous beauty. High full breasts, tiny waist and impossibly long, shapely legs.

"It's just us girls here. You don't object to my nudity, do you?"

"Not at all." I forced the words past my lips. She was so incredibly beautiful and perfect. My mind, my nipples and my pussy went on alert. I thought I had basically controlled these kinds of responses to women years ago. As I nibbled on a cookie, I thought back.

Mom and Dad divorced when I was 16. She wanted to travel so Dad got me. He never remarried, but had relationships until he found a steady. Deborah seemed to be perfect for Dad. Perfect until she raped me. Well, it started out as rape.

Dad was gone overnight on a business trip and asked Deborah to stay with me. During the night she came into my room. Naked. She frantically pulled at my nightie until it was torn down the front. She kissed me hard and rubbed herself on me, all the while telling me to relax and enjoy it. She bit at my nipples as she rubbed my pussy. I fought to push her away, but fear and disgust soon turned to pleasure when she made me cum. I stopped fighting and let her have what she wanted. All of me. Oh, what sounds she made as she ate me, as she rode me in the night. She took my virginity with the strap-on dildo I'm sure my dad had no knowledge of. As I yelped in pain when she de-flowered me, she was triumphantly cumming on the part that was lodged in her. She said that was the ultimate rush for her. All night, she extracted one orgasm after another from my inexperienced body. I was so embarrassed at my actions when the morning came. Mom had come home and I called for her to pick me up while Deborah was singing in the shower. I never stayed with Dad again until he got a new companion.

I went off to college two years later. Making a success of it was my only goal. Not many dates and very few parties. I switched roommates several times because the lonely girls wanted to fuck with me. In their naked youthfulness, they tempted me but I did not surrender. Pink pussy, taut titties, smooth skin, floral fragrances, flowing hair were put from my mind. Sometimes I forced myself to listen as a roommate moaned in pleasure when the girl from across the hall slipped in and fucked her. I knew how good they felt as they did it. When I allowed myself a peek, a roommate might be lying across the bed with her hair spilling to the floor. A girl would be attached to her breast, sucking loudly. Or she might be using her mouth between her legs. Or she might be riding her. Beauty on beauty, rubbing pussies, seeking release. Most times, though, I would put in my earplugs, turn over and go to sleep.

I met Craig in my senior year. An advertising firm hired me right out of college. We married two years later. The boys came along when I was 30. I still work for the ad firm but only part-time and from my home office.

Now looking at this gorgeous creature sunning herself, the feelings are slithering back. She rubbed oil on her skin as we chatted. When she lay back on the chaise, her large, shaved pussy came in to view. My own pussy clinched. I nervously agreed to do her back when she asked. My hands kneaded her neck, shoulders, and her back.

"Would you be a darling and do my buttocks, please, Clair?" Was it my imagination or did she purr and undulate as my hands traveled over her. She was turning me on. Big time. I finished her back, created an excuse and got the hell out of Dodge.

I know Clair was turned on by me. Her hands shook as she massaged me. I know what I look like. I practically ooze sexuality. It's a fact of my life. Men and women are hot for me. In my senior year at college, I met a beautiful couple at a student-teacher mixer. They took a sexual interest in me at first sight. She would watch while he pounded into me from behind. The professor would never do it any other way. He would sit near the bed watching while she rubbed herself on me or sucked my pussy. He was ever the gentleman, always letting her have me first. They want to fuck me. I've taken pleasure from many people, the beautiful, perfect ones, even after I married.

My husband at 42 is 16 years my senior He fell hopelessly in love with me when I interviewed for a job at his company. I have not worked a day since I met him. But I expertly spend his money. Even at his age, Barry is an excellent lover. When he pops the little blue pill, he fucks me long and hard and deep in both orifices. I am an excellent hostess and I do look great on his arm.

Now back to Clair. Yes, those hands felt marvelous. Especially on my ass as she pulled open my cheeks to spread the oil. It has been a month since I have had the pleasure of a woman. Moving was such a bummer. What was her name? Rianna. Yes, Rianna. A 19-year old highly experienced nymph, hot as a volcano. I met her at a pool party. She is the daughter of one of my husband's partners. She wanted to fuck me on the premises that day. Instead, I talked her into meeting me at a small hotel in the city. I wanted to savor her. She brought her personal "arsenal." For half a day, I let her do things to me, put things into me. Sinful, delectable, pleasurable things. I have no doubt that I will hear from her again. And her brother. I did have a quickie with him in the downstairs bathroom.

Clair has probably forgotten how beautiful she is since the kids were born. She is 5' 7" with shoulder length black hair and gray eyes. Motherhood has not hurt her figure. I'll just bet she thought primarily of her family until I came along. Now she is thinking about how my pussy looked when I spread myself out in the sun. Had she looked closer, she would have noticed it glistening with my juices. Juice brought forth by her stares.

That night I dreamt four dark-haired women were pulling at me, wanting me, touching all of me. I woke with a start before I came. Craig would be so disappointed in me if he knew I had been with a woman. Still wanted to be with one after all these years. Sometimes late at night when I can't sleep, I pull out that memory of her, hair swinging, breasts bouncing, pounding into me. I silently rub my clit and let myself cum. Once I am spent, I can roll over, pretend it didn't happen and go to sleep.

The next day I invited Clair for brunch. It was Friday and my husband was at the office. I also invited Heather, a fellow graduate student. Heather lets me kiss her and pet her above the waist only. Man, was she a kisser and her breasts were to die for. Those titties took the edge off our study sessions. She said she was saving "below" for Mr. Right. I wanted to excite Clair a bit. While they were there, I touched Heather's breasts inside her low-cut blouse as she sat next the Clair on the sofa or kissed her on the lips as if it were the most natural thing to do. Clair took it all in. At the door, I gave Heather one long last kiss with some tongue and saliva action. I gave Clair a swift smack on the lips before sending her across the street.

She kissed me. She really did. But not like she kissed Heather. I saw her pink tongue enter Heather's mouth. They seem so natural together. Sasha must be fucking her. Somehow, I was a little jealous.

Clair didn't come over today, but we chatted on the phone. By Saturday, I knew I had to make a move on her while our husbands were away. Mine was in an all day golfing tournament. It was already mid-morning. "Clair, come over. I have something I want to show you. Ten minutes, ok?"

I showered and slipped on a mint green, see-through-lace tank top and panty. They fit close, hugging and accentuating my mound and my nipples. Clair rang on time. I quickly pulled her in. When I closed the door, I greeted her with a quick smack on the lips-kind of like before. When she opened her mouth to gasp, I forced my tongue inside. She put up a token effort to push me away, but finally acquiesced as I knew she would. I knew from day one that I would fuck her. Married women are my best conquests. They are so needy for something different and exciting. I am that.

"Let's go upstairs. I can hardly wait to see you naked."

"Sasha, please. I don't know if I...Is that outfit what you wanted to show me? You look so hot in it."

"Thanks," I said while turning to model. "I'll let you peel it off me. You know you want to get inside my panties, don't you? You want to touch my pussy. I saw you looking at it. At me. Come on up, Clair. You can do whatever you want with me."

I had her. I was offering her everything she wanted. Her clothes fell away quickly. Before long, she was slowly removing my green items. Her breath was ragged. Then I was lying on top of her. My rather large clit was pushing into her. My tongue invaded her sweet mouth again. Our breasts pressed tightly together. I heard the sound of surrender in her throat as I began to slowly ride her.

This beautiful woman was pressing against me. Her mound was screwing on mine. She felt so damn good. I thought I would go crazy as she fucked my mouth with her tongue. Such exquisite pleasure was finally mine again. Her hot body and her naughty words encouraged my release. I pushed upward as I came endlessly. She joined me.

Sasha was still very excited from our lovemaking. She pulled away and began sucking my breasts very hard as she rubbed my clit. Soon she moved between my thighs, spread me wide and began eating on my pussy. Sasha pumped three fingers into me as she pulled on my clit with her lips. My labia, my entire pussy disappeared into her hot, wet mouth. I thrashed in sublime pleasure as her long tongue made its way deep inside my vagina. My juices flowed freely. I lost all count of my orgasms.

My, my what a passionate woman this Clair is. She seemed to have had a lot of pent-up passion for a woman and she released it with me. As she fucked me, Clair whispered that she's needed pussy for so long. I don't think she's aware that she spoke. Perhaps I can get a story from her. Wherever she got some, it must be memorable.

During our time together, Clair asked to "ride" me as I did her. My engorged clit stood at attention for her. She was ecstatic as she climbed aboard and fitted her swollen pussy to me. Her lovely face, eyes closed, was concentrated in lust as our pussies humped toward orgasm. Her red lips were parted, thick from my kisses. Perspiration dripped from her long neck down between her breasts. Beads of it caught on the thin gold heart that dangled from its chain. Her nipples were rock hard when I reached up for her breasts. Her ass was soft and sleek as I guided her screwing. Like me, Clair fucked deeply. I was ground into my mattress. She held off cumming for as long as she could. Her body would leave mine for precious seconds holding back, but it could barely stand the absence. Contact. Sweet contact again. When she finally let herself cum, it was hard and sustained. After long minutes, she collapsed on me. Tears flowed as she thanked me and kissed me passionately.

Sasha and I spent the afternoon having sex. I kissed and sucked every delicious inch of her-breasts, pussy, ass, the soles of her feet-everywhere. Now I know she did purr as I put my fingers in her pussy one by one.

Sasha left me for a short time and came back with a bag she said she kept hidden in the attic. With her back to me, she stepped into a harness. She turned and came toward me with a red 8-inch dick. Man, what pleasure I had with her slicing that thing into me from behind as we watched ourselves in the mirror. When she aimed the phallus at my butthole and paused, I gave her permission to enter. Sasha rubbed my dripping pussy and transferred the juice to my hole. Ever so slowly, she pressed forward. Slowly, so that I could savor the thick fullness. So that I could watch. There was no real pain, but there was much pleasure. She pushed all the way to the hilt and locked herself into me. I lost my virginity to yet another woman. She began sliding the dick in and out of my anus. Powerful strokes. Playful but erotic slaps on my cheeks heightened my pleasure. I came when I saw her dip at the knees, then come back up and push hard into me. The feel of that thing was incredible. The feel of Sasha was extraordinary

We were beautiful together. Natural. She pressed me against the shower wall, kissing me hungrily as the water beat down on us. I couldn't make up for 20 years of lost pussy in one day, but I made a nice dent. I went home exhausted, but it was the best day of my life.

"If you do anything worthwhile today, do it with a woman." Tayla

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Spoiled Girl No More

Six o'clock in the evening on yet another Monday spent away from home. I was at the point where I could barely remember what town I was in, much less what day it was.

`Houston, this month I'm in Houston,' I remembered sorely, `all because that bitch Heather had another goddamned family emergency.'

Single consultants were always the first to get chucked out the door for these brutally-long engagements. What had been a pleasant regional consulting job months before, was now a pain-in-the-ass international job, due to staff cutbacks and other cost-cutting measures within our firm. I was tired and frustrated. I hate flying, and even more, I hate flying and having an initial meeting with a new customer in yet another wood paneled boardroom with a fist-full of "manage-by-magazine" no nothings on the same day.

"Why yes Mr. Smith, your idea is completely fabulous," it was the same in every town, in every boardroom, `sanctimonious assholes.'

Me? Your rapidly burning out narrator? Well, I'm Jennifer. Jennifer Rhodes. Jenny to my friends and family. I'm thirty-seven years old, twice-divorced, no kids, and terribly angry with work and life.

I'm standing in the lobby of another stupid, business class hotel. I'm waiting for another clueless bitch with a fifth-grade education, from some godforsaken, third-world shithole, trying to figure out the computer she's standing before. She giggles, I get angrier. She smiles politely, I get enraged.

`Shit I need a drink,' I'm praying this day will wind down soon, `where's the fucking bar?'

"No smoking, yes?" the girl just keeps piling-on those straws.

"No...smoking...I reserved a smoking room," Christ, it's not her fault, "where's the bar?"

"The other side of the lobby ma'am," she was trying to be helpful, but the "ma'am" thing just about killed me.

"Take them to my room and bring me the key in the bar," I almost threw the room key at the bellman, gesturing towards my bags, before I marched towards the magic elixir that makes the pain go away.

As I enter the barroom, I caught a glimpse of myself in a wall mirror. I looked harsh. I looked mean. My strawberry blonde hair was pulled too tight in a bun; my make-up was applied too heavily; and the scowl I wore left no doubt to any observer that my day sucked.

"Vodka martini, dirty," I barked at the kid tending bar.

"Rough day?" at least the kid was smart enough not to call me ma'am.

"I've had better," what is it with bartenders. What fucking business is it of this kid's if my boyfriend told me--as I was walking out the door this morning--that he wouldn't be there when I got back?

"I'm sorry Jenny, I've found someone else," he wasn't even angry. He just seemed devoid for any emotion towards me. Shit, I doubted he even knew me, as much time as I've spent away from home lately.

The thing is I didn't get upset. I halfway expected it. "I'm sorry to hear that Mike gotta run, gotta plane to catch."

"First one's on the house," the handsome kid said, "I'm Frank, just give a scream of agony when you want another."

`Ahh, wise beyond his years,' I thought as I took that first sip of my core vice and lit a cigarette. I began to relax a bit.

The bellman brought my key and I tipped him, "I hope the rest of your stay is more pleasant than the start Ms. Rhodes."

"Thanks...I'm not usually like this," I apologized, "really..." Actually, I was usually like this more and more often.

"We've upgraded you to a suite," he sounded as apologetic as me.

"You didn't need to do that," I gave him another ten bucks for a tip.

"Ready for another go?" it was Frank, the cute, friendly bartender.

Frank would take care of me, I could tell, `and maybe I'll take care of Frank,' I smiled to myself as I watched his trim butt buzz about behind the bar. `Hmmm, definite possibility in that piece.'

The barroom didn't have more than a couple dozen people in it. Most were chatting quietly in pairs or small groups. The place was low-key; piano bar all the way. As I panned about the place, my gaze settled on a woman sitting alone at the opposite end of the bar.

She was majestic. That's really the best term I could use to describe her. Long and lustrous, shinny, raven black hair; bright, clear blue eyes; full lips painted the deepest, rich red I've ever seen; and skin so pale and white it was translucent. Our eyes met, and she raised her glass of wine towards me in a toast as she chatted away on her cell phone. I responded in-kind, toasting the mysterious woman.

"You've met Constance, I see," it was Frank.

"Shit, don't sneak up on me like that," I scolded the boy in a playful tone.

"Ok, how should I sneak up on you then?" damn this kid was good.

"Preferably with no clothes and a raging hard-on," I was feeling crude and in need of some quality time with his dick.

"Baby, if I swung that way, you'd be first on my list," well so much for the cute bartender.

"Another?" he asked.

"Yeah sure...now I'm sad...just pour," I pouted as the handsome gay guy filled my glass.

Just then there was the lightest, gossamer touch on my arm, "Hello, I'm Constance."

It was the woman from the other end of the bar. She was more beautiful close-up. This pale beauty had the face of Susan Hayward: large, succulent, pouting lips; a delicate, up-turned nose; and high, arching eyebrows. Her body was round and lush. Not fat, mind you, but healthy. She was perfectly proportioned: her big boobs matched her big bottom, which matched the rest of her sturdy frame.

"Mind if I join you?"

"Please, yes, I would enjoy the company." I said, as Frank winked at me and gave me a thumbs-up.

Constance was a delight and a dear. I soon forgot about my petty grievances with the world, as she told me about her work as a cancer researcher. I felt so foolish, my issues so paltry. Her voice hypnotized me, her eyes mesmerized me.

"Why don't we have some supper," she asked in her syrupy southern drawl.

We retired to her room and dined on chicken breast and rice pilaf. We shared a bottle of wine and watched a movie together. I felt more domestic within those scant few hours with her, than I had in my prior five years with Mike. Padding barefoot around her room, I picked up dishes and glasses and asked if I could get her another glass of wine.

"Come sit Jenny," she smiled at me, patting the sofa next to her; "there will be plenty of time for you to wait on me...later."

She was very familiar with me...she listened. She never offered advice, just listened about my misery, my failed marriages, and failed relationships. Her eyes bore burning holes in my soul, like a magician, she had me spouting my wants, desires, and my venom.

The morning after that first night, I woke confused. I was in my room, but don't have a recollection of how, or when, I got there. I was naked under the sheets, and I never slept nude. My head felt like hell as I saw the clock and panicked.

In exactly one hour I had a meeting. I raced like a madwoman to dress and catch a cab to my first in a long line of meetings during my second day in Houston. Before heading out the door I noticed an envelope lying on the coffee table labeled with a large script written "J" on the front. It was from Constance:

Jennifer,

It was lovely meeting you last evening. I hope you don't mind, but I took the liberty of preparing you for bed. You were in no condition to do that for yourself.

I blushed from head-to-toe, and reread the note. Her penmanship was spectacular. The brief note was written clearly and concisely. The note was written with the well practiced hand of a woman with both culture and means.

Every time another prognosticator of great technical feats spoke throughout my agonizingly slow day, I thought of Candace's brief note, `She is so quiet and confident...and wonderfully succinct.'

Business day two ended. My schedule for the next four weeks was completely planned.

Back at the hotel, I asked Frank to send a bottle of vodka to my room, `what a shame,' I imagined the possibilities as I stared at the handsome boy's ass while he scurried about.

I changed out of my suit into a hotel robe and freshened up a bit before sitting to wait for the booze. I felt relief when I heard the knock at the door. All I wanted was to get drunk, pass out, and forget that my life stunk.

"Hello beautiful woman," it was Constance. She held a small shopping bag in one hand and two martini glasses in the other, "I understand you need a cocktail."

`Fuck, fuck, fuck,' I was embarrassed. I didn't want to explain the prior night's drunkenness to this woman.

"Oh hi Connie," I said politely as she walked past me into the suite.

"Never Connie darling," she firmly corrected me, "always Constance."

"I'm sorry Constance," I said meekly.

`Why do I feel like a child in the presence of this majestic woman,' I thought of my flaming outbursts during the day's meeting, and my command of that stuffy boardroom.

"I'm sure you will make other small mistakes dear," she spoke to me as a teacher, a mother, "but we can correct those as time passes."

Constance had me mix our cocktails as she sat, with perfect posture, watching my every move. For some reason I was feeling that enjoyable domesticity of the prior evening. This evening, fully sober, I enjoyed performing these mundane tasks even more. The ritual of preparing drinks while having the cool, confident, mysterious woman evaluating my every move made me tingle with anticipation. But, anticipation of what?

"We must break you of that filthy habit," she admonished me for lighting a cigarette, allowing me only two the entire evening.

Constance told me of her life in Memphis: once married and divorced, no children, forty-years old. "I am what many people would call Goth, but I perceive myself as more Victorian, rather than part of the whole ghoul crowd."

I didn't have a clue what she was talking about, but instead just nodded like an idiot as her slow, warm voice led me into a welcoming daydream. Constance called for our super; simple fillet of beef and eggs. She commanded that I serve dinner, and clear the table afterwards.

I delighted in serving her. She seemed particularly pleased that I was well-mannered enough to know proper protocols, "You parents taught you well dear," she complimented me on all the little intricacies of the formal dining ritual that I'd learned as a child.

This night we talked for hours; sitting on the sofa, holding hands and sipping port before watching a movie on the television.

"Come and snuggle with me Jennifer," she commanded.

I was shocked, but nonetheless, wrapped my arms around this proud woman and lay my head on her substantial breast. Her smell was divine; very subtle, very expensive perfume mixed with her light musk of the work day. Her warmth was all-consuming, the softness and tenderness of her embrace so foreign, yet so very familiar. The way she stroked my hair as we sat silently watching the movie, evoked memories of my childhood. My mother often held me this way before I became too self-important for family and parents.

Constance turned off the television, and I knew she was preparing to leave. There was no doubt it was my bedtime. She was setting rules for me. I had worried about her sexuality earlier in the day as I thought of her note. But this, this was unspoken, tender caring; guidance of a loving parent to a child, if you can imagine a thirty-seven year-old "daughter".

My new friend drew a line on the vodka bottle label--indicating the current level--making it apparent that I was not to partake again until she was present.

"I will be here at seven tomorrow Jennifer, sleep well," her voice pure liquid fire, as she kissed me lightly on the cheek.

"Yes Constance," was as much as I could manage. My eyelids fluttered briefly as visions of something more intimate between us flashed through my mind.

Wednesday, was much the same as Tuesday. Worked sucked, but then...then I was with Constance. She allowed me to lose control, to be controlled in a most loving and tender way.

Thursday evening, we had our two cocktails, dined on another quiet meal, and were settling into our warm embrace, watching television and chatting tranquilly.

Constance lifted my face from her breast, looked at me--smiling and happy--and kissed me. Her warm, liquid lips were pressed to mine. Her tongue was gently dancing on my teeth and into my welcoming mouth.

I pushed her away, fully knowing that this is where we were headed all along, but needing to protest for the sake of my virtue, "Constance, I'm not lesbian."

She chuckled lightly. Her laugh was as smooth and syrupy as her voice, "I know my darling, but I am. I'll teach you, slowly and patiently, I'll teach you."

"Oh dear God," I moaned just before her lips joined me again, setting my mind ablaze for passions I had yet to know in life. I wanted her, "take me darling," I gasped as the majestic woman captured my imagination and my lusty soul, "I yours Constance, please take me."

"Slowly darling. Very, very slowly." Her voice inflected with that same cool, confidence. She was the teacher, the mother, and I was to be her obedient child.

Constance watched me prepare for bed that night. She watched me disrobe, commenting on how I should always hang my clothes properly, "Darling, you must treat your clothing with respect, as all things in life should be treated." I was terribly embarrassed, being taught like a child, but followed her commands to a tee: "At least one hundred brush strokes every night darling...remove all your make-up...clean your private places dear...rub cream on your eyelids and your nipples...no, no darling, brush your teeth like this."

After I slipped beneath the covers, she didn't say a word, other than when she kissed my forehead as she tucked me into bed.

"I want you to always sleep nude Jennifer," she more commanded than asked, "I want to think of your lovely body, naked, needing my touch, always waiting for me. Tonight, I want you to think of things to come."

"Constance," I said in a pleading, begging, child-like voice as she was headed out the door, "Constance, thank you."

She smiled a broad, great smile at me, "Plan on staying through the weekend next week. Goodnight my love."

I was on-fire the whole night and throughout the next day. Visions of my lover's nude body lay out before me: her white, flawless skin a playground for my mouth and fingers. I hadn't thought of lesbian sex since college, when I caught my roommate Jilling-off one day. And even then, my desires were never the emotion-filled, satisfying fantasy--rapidly becoming reality--that I felt with Constance.

She read my mind at every turn. Her seduction of me was so expert, so patient. She knew the game, and was an excellent player. That night, as I masturbated, all I could envision was pleasing this woman who made me feel so loved. Her love was different from any I'd ever known. The emotions were true, and the physical boundaries were limitless. There was trust, caring, and understanding in our fantasy love making.

`Would she?' I prayed, `Could she? Will she take me in ways I had always hoped a lover would? Can she control me, liberate my very being of the desires I've held secret for so long?'

I cried on the flight home. I felt empty; not being able to hold Constance in my arms that night. Once in my house, I tried to re-evaluate my life. Mike's stuff was gone now, and thankfully he didn't take any of my possessions with him. His memory faded quickly, as visions of my new lover flooded my brain...there was Constance: controlling, loving, seductive Constance.

I knelt before her, servicing my lover. Bringing her pleasure with my body in whatever way I could. With my eyes closed tight, I smelled her perfume; I smelled her hair...her long, glorious hair, dark and mysterious as the woman herself.

I could hear her cries and moans, so vibrant were my fantasies now. She had to take me...she had to control and teach me. `Constance, I love you. I love you,' I prayed to myself, kneeling on the hard floor in my empty house.

Trying to sleep that night was, for me, like trying to run a marathon...impossible. My mind was conflicted. I was delirious for this woman, this sturdy, proper woman. Then my thoughts turned to failure, `What if...'

I finally fell into a fitful sleep of "What ifs" waking with a start around seven in the morning with the ringing from the phone.

"Hello."

"I was thinking of you," it was her.

"Oh Constance, I've thought of you since the moment you left my room," my voice begging, pleading for her acceptance.

"Don't doubt my intent darling."

"When, when? When will you make me yours Constance?" I had to know.

"Soon Jennifer, very soon my love," her promises firm, "your training will prepare you soon."

`My training?' so, that's what this past week was...beyond an incredibly sensual seduction, I was being trained for her pleasure.

"I'll serve you in whatever way you deem I should Constance," I promised this goddess, this majestic beast, my new mommy.

"I know you will darling; I know just what you need."

The rest of my weekend was spent dreaming of what she would do with me. Like I said, lesbian sex was not something I was particularly familiar with, and all the possibilities sent my mind into a state of frenetic lust.

`What will I do if she asks me to kiss her "there",' I panicked a bit, but settled-down as I looked at my pussy in the mirror and thought I would have little hesitancy kissing this woman there. `She will never hurt me...pleasure...only pleasure.'

"Never wear these hideous things again," my new friend demanded as she felt the pantyhose under my skirt, "only stockings and garter, or nothing at all from now on. I want your cunt to be fresh and available."

Her use of that vulgar word, coupled with her normally proper ways set me afire. I closed my eyes and saw my furry little vagina as a cunt. So very different, so exciting, `I have a cunt,' I smiled inwardly, `for the first time in my life I have a cunt. The center of pleasure and forbidden desires. How wonderful.'

Constance took me shopping on Monday night, buying upwards of a thousand dollars worth of lingerie and "after hours" outfits for me to wear.

"I want you to always be feminine Jennifer," she explained, "convenience is not an issue, femininity is the only issue. I want your cunt ready for me dear."

She still wouldn't touch me in "that" way. I pled and begged for her to take me. I wanted her to do things with, and to, me that pushed my boundaries.

Tuesday, she held me close after dinner. "I can smell you darling," she stated very matter-of-factly, "but I wonder if you are ready?"

"Please Constance...please take me however you see fit. I am ready for you. Please teach me," I needed her affection in new ways. I needed to know this new love.

"Soon darling, soon."

She had me lay my head in her soft lap, as she opened her robe and brought her tender nipple to my mouth, "suckle me Jennifer. Suckle mommy's nipple."

I could've spent an eternity nursing from her long, fat nipple. My mind became lost in the warmth and tenderness of her embrace. Constance rocked me in her arms and sang sweet lullabies.

"You're going to make a wonderful girl," she whispered to me as I passed into a state of semi-consciousness and warm bliss.

Wednesday evening I went to her room. I knew this would be "the" event of our first passion. The room was alight with candles, and splashed with musk and perfume. I knew my eyes betrayed my desire to experience her pleasure; pleading and wanting, ready to holler my yearning to taste this goddess, my mommy.

"Excuse me while I change into something more comfortable," she excused herself with a sly grin.

We had already exceeded our two drinks, and were now on our fourth. After a week of forced sobriety, I felt silly and giddy with the booze. I would have thrown-off my clothes at the word "Boo" and fucked anything that moved at that point.

The lights came down. I sat, my eyes transfixed on the bathroom door from my seat on the wide, soft sofa. And then, she appeared--my Gothic lover--the woman who would command me into a lifetime of subservience to her body and will.

She was dark and dangerous. Her skin still the ultimate pale white, but her eyes painted, black and evil. Her lips painted blood, blood red. Her breasts were jutting proudly from her chest; waiting for my lips to excite and tantalize.

"Oh my dear Lord...help me," I gasped aloud.

"Are you ready to please me Jennifer?" Constance asked.

"Yes please, Constance," I was so, so ready to submit to her every whim.

Her costume was breathtaking; shiny, slick and black. Her boots came to the mid-point of her soft, white thighs. The heels at least five inches high, making her legs appear long and strong. She wore a vinyl teddy; her cunt and breasts framed by rhinestones. The cleft of her cunt and large boobs were forced through the tight openings of her costume into engorged, puffy folds of wanton need.

"Are you sure you're ready darling," she practically hissed; sitting in a cushy chair, spreading her legs wide and exposing her wet, wet cunt to my intent gaze.

"Yes Constance." I had to have her. I had to be controlled by my goddess, "Yes, I'm ready."

"Crawl to me. Get on your hands and knees and crawl to my cunt," she commanded me.

I willingly, eagerly, did as she asked.

"Stop. Look at my hole," gone was her cool demeanor, replaced by a lusty, needy bitch, "tell me what you see, whore."

Her foul language piqued me towards greater perversity and deviance, "Oh please Constance...don't make me say it."

"Tell me what you see," she demanded.

"Your thing...your cunt," my voice now needful. I had to try it. I had to taste her sex.

"What do you see slut?" her tone changing from caring lover to demanding mistress, "tell me about my cunt."

"It's red. It's bare, swollen, red, and it wants me to kiss it." I said while staring at her hairless mound.

"You learn fast Jennifer, darling."

"Oh please," my hands on her soft thighs, as I stared at the pulsing cunt before me.

"Do you want to kiss my cunt dear Jennifer?"

"Oh very much Constance, yes please, very much."

"You may ask to kiss my cunt," she commanded.

"Constance, may I pleeeeeeease kiss your cunt?"

"Why should you be allowed to kiss me there? What have you done to deserve my cunt?" she was being cruel.

"I love you Constance!" I begged for a taste of her.

"Many women love me, but very few are allowed to put their mouth on my cunt." She demanded more from me than love, "Again, why should you be permitted this rare pleasure."

"I'll do anything. Please Constance...anything at all...anything you desire," I pled.

"Kiss me here," she commanded, pointing to a spot on her left thigh just above the top of her boot.

I bent my body forward and lightly kissed her pale, flawless skin.

"Now here," she pointed to the same spot on her opposite leg, "and make it wet this time."

I kissed her soft thigh in a wet, passionate kiss.

"Better. Now, mix a cocktail for me."

I began to rise to mix her drink, but was quickly corrected, "I didn't tell you to stand, crawl Jennifer. I want to watch your bottom wiggle as you crawl."

I exaggerated a wiggle in my butt as I crawled to the sideboard and mixed Constance a martini. Getting back to my position in front of her was a bit more difficult, as I almost spilled the cocktail while shuffling my knees on the carpet.

"Very good Jennifer," she praised me as I handed her the cool beverage.

"Thank you Constance."

"Place your hands on the top of my boots," she commanded, "and lean forward, but do not touch my cunt."

I obeyed and bent my face towards her cunt. It was visibly wet now. My lover's fluid was wetting her puffy labia and bottom.

"Smell me. Look me in the eyes and smell my cunt darling," she commanded as she stared down at me from behind the rim of her glass.

I inhaled deeply; one, twice, three times...intoxicated by her heady aroma.

"Once more for luck darling. You're going to be tested, so get a good whiff," Constance was even more demanding.

I bent again and smelled her strong odor: a womanly scent that I've always found distasteful, but now...now I couldn't imagine life without it.

"Kneel upright," another command, exciting and controlling, "describe my cunt smell while I finish my cocktail. Look directly at me as you speak."

My voice quivered and trembled slightly as I spoke, "Your cunt smells warm and salty," I began. I was kneeling on the thick carpet, fully-dressed in a sheer white blouse and short plaid skirt. My hands shook, and I could feel a blush cover my face as I looked Constance in the eye and continued, "You cunt smells strong and heady. It has the most beautiful aroma in the world; it has the smell of you, my darling. Your cunt smells of humidity and excitement. Your cunt smells of womanly desire for her lover."

Constance took the last sip of her drink, "Stand and mix me another," her eyes followed me, always evaluating my performance.

"You're doing very, very good Jennifer," she praised me as I handed her the cocktail; feeling proud, "Strip for me darling. Do it slowly, and beg for access to my cunt."

I started a slow dance, unbuttoning my blouse slowly, seductively. Doing my best to entice my lover, "Constance my darling lover, may I please be permitted to kiss your wet, flowing cunt," I pled my case before my nasty-minded judge.

By the time I stood naked before her, she seemed please with my display of subservience to her desires.

"Will you do as I command of you, both in and out of the bedroom?"

"Yes Constance, anything."

"Will you stop acting like a whining, out-of-control child in public places?"

This shocked me a bit, "Yes Constance."

"Will you worship me in whatever ways I choose?"

"Yes Constance," I was going mad, standing naked before her. My excitement had to be obvious, as I felt my wetness coat my inner thighs.

"Will you be polite and respectful to others?"

"Yes, oh yes...please Constance."

"Will you accept anything my cunt has to offer?"

"Yes!"

"From now on, when we are alone, you will address me as Mother or Mommy, is that clear Jennifer?"

"Yes Mother."

"Hmm...yes, good," she said dryly.

Constance stood and removed her vinyl teddy. She was before me, towering over me in her high heels. I marveled at her perfect nakedness, there was not a flaw anywhere to be found on her. My lover's breasts were beautifully formed; large and full, with nipples the palest of pale pinks, her bottom round like the most perfect peach, and her face positively glowed.

"Let's see how willing you are darling," she said as she kissed me. Her lips were magical in teasing and tantalizing me. "Follow me Jennifer...on your hands and knees, crawl."

I eagerly crawled after her like the bitch-in-heat that I was. Her bottom quivered slightly with every step she took. Constance was my goddess, her long black hair flowing across her strong shoulders and back and onto the top of her ass. She stopped at the foot of the bed, bent at the waist, placing her hands on the cool sheets.

"Place your hands on my buttocks," she demanded of me.

"Yes Mother," I did as she asked.

"Feel them, feel my ass cheeks," she directed my every move, "are they soft and lovely?"

"Yes Mother, they're wonderfully soft and beautiful."

"Spread them open. What do you see Jennifer?"

"I see your cunt and your anus Mother," I was trembling fiercely as she led me through this amazing, exotic ritual.

"Now Jennifer? Again...what do you see young lady?" her voice stern and more demanding.

"Your...your cunt is red, swollen, wet, and open. I see your clitoris poking through your lips now." I marveled at her excited vagina as I meekly choked out the words.

"And what of Mommy's anus?"

I felt a tiny burst of orgasm course through my loins in a lovely wave, "Your anus is a very delicate pink and is wet from your cunt juice...and Mother, it's puckering at me."

"Yes my darling, I'm quite sure it is," she seemed pleased with my description and her own physical response to my servitude. "What do you think my anus wants, since it is puckering for you?"

My mind was racing now. I knew what she was going to ask of me. "Constance, I don't think I can do this," I was about to cry, afraid that she would abandon me if I couldn't perform a task.

"Of course you can Jennifer. You shall do exactly as I ask of you, or you may leave."

"Please don't."

"What does my anus want from you darling," she demanded harshly.

"A kiss," I began sobbing quietly as I prepared for her next command.

"Well?" she didn't need to finish the question.

"May I please kiss your anus Mother?" My shame was total; complete.

"You may kiss Mother's anus darling, make it very, very wet, and do not stop until I have told you to stop," how could she make such a vile and disgusting request of me, "come now darling, don't be such a baby"

I pried her cheeks further apart and dipped my face into her crack. My mouth opened and I kissed her most forbidden place. The kisses were tentative at first. Gradually, I felt the heat of her anus, and the taste of her cunt. Moans filled the room, it was me.

I loved Constance's anus with my mouth and tongue. Her bottom seemed to blossom as the tip of my soft tongue touched the tiny center of her anus. I loved it: the depravity and the complete submission of my being to this loving, controlling woman.

"You're doing beautifully darling. Oh yes Jennifer, just like that," Constance's voice now excited and trembling as I aroused her bottom with my efforts.

The aroma of her cunt grew stronger the more I licked at the alter of her anus. My own excitement grew and grew as her bottom contracted tightly on my tongue, trapping my face.

"Worship my anus darling, suck Mother's asshole," she groaned her approval.

It was maddening for me. My nipples were painfully erect and my cunt was leaking all over my thighs. The smell of women's' sexual excitement filled the air. Sex had always been quick, animalistic shagging in my past. The slowness and ritual aspects of this encounter brought me into a trace-like state. This new state-of-mind forced me to fully-accept my submission, and gave me time to reflect on the depravity of each act.

"Enough Jennifer," Constance pulled forward, breaking contact with my mouth.

She led me to the bed, on my back, so that my head was towards the foot of the bed. My dear lover removed her boots and stood commandingly above me.

She smiled at me warmly, "Beg for Mother's cunt dear."

"Oh Mother...please Mommy, please, may I kiss your cunt now," as I begged, Constance was slowly squatting towards my face. Her folds opened to my gaze so the delicate pink insides of her cunt came into view.

"Oh yes please...feed me your cunt Mother," my voice a breathless whisper of need.

Constance steadied her decent by placing her hands on the top of my head. She descended further, her wet opening fractions of an inch from my mouth.

"Suck Mother's cunt you naughty, naughty girl," she hissed as she pulled my face into her while lowering that fragrant cunt the last little bit.

"Mmmmmmmm....Mmmmmmmm....MMMmmmmmmmmmmmm," was all that could be heard from me as this sweet seductress took me, forced me to pleasure her wet, flowing hole with my lips.

"Ahhhhhh...yessssssssssss," she hissed, grinding her open sex onto her willing submissive, "Yessssssss...yesssssss...eat my cunt you dear child."

She rode my face and mouth hard and soft, fast and slow until I was completely bathed in her juice. I wallowed in it, I relished it: sweet, salty, thick and creamy it poured into my mouth.

"Cummming darling...Mothers cumming now," her body tensed, her thighs clamping tightly against my head as her hips bucked spastically on my face. I held onto her thighs until she finished her climax.

My lover looked down at me, and crawled off my face. She smiled, happy at my slick, wet appearance, "You were wonderful Jennifer. You did so well darling."

We kissed lightly, my lips feeling chapped and tender. I fell asleep snuggled against her large bosom, happy with myself for loosing control to this majestic beast.

My lover and I cuddled for a bit, she stroking my hair as my fingers danced over her bare cunt. I was fascinated by the smoothness of her puffy lips, they were much more pronounced than mine and so much fun to toy with.

"Have I created a monster?" Constance laughed quietly, referring to my tickling finger tips.

"You're just so beautiful there," I begged her understanding.

"You're just so beautiful...period," she hugged me closer as she fed me her nipple.

I couldn't imagine a safer, warmer, more loving place to be than in this woman's arms.

Constance moaned lightly as I masturbated her to a quiet climax, "Jennifer, it's your turn now. Mother is going to make a woman of you dear. Are you ready?"

"Oh yes Mother, take me, own me," my pulse quickened at the thought of what my lovely beast would do to my body.

"Go mix us cocktails while I freshen up," she commanded, "and dear, put your panties back on, but not your bra, I have something else for you to wear."

Constance retired to the bathroom carrying her shiny outfit and boots while I scurried from bed and mixed our drinks. Within a few moments, she joined me in the sitting room, dressed in her dark, dangerous sex suit. But, with the added addition of elbow length vinyl gloves added to her costume. She was holding a frilly white and pink corset in her grasp.

"Come Jennifer, let's start your waist training," she said, leaving me confused.

I allowed myself to be bent towards the sideboard, as Constance helped me into the corset. "Tell me when it feels too tight darling," she gently whispered as she began lacing this foreign device to my body.

"Now dear, breath-in deeply three times, and then exhale as hard and as you can...give it everything baby girl," she commanded.

I did, and wow, "Oh, oh, oh...too tight, too tight," I begged for release as Constance gave the laces in back a mighty pull as I exhaled, "oh please."

The corset was so tight I could barely breathe. She ignored my pleas, telling me, "stop being a baby Jennifer," as my controlling Mother tied the laces into a graceful bow.

Constance held me from behind as we both admired her handiwork in the wall mirror. I had to admit, I looked incredibly girly and sexy dressed in the white garter and stockings, tiny lace panties and this new addition to my costume; a white and baby pink satin corset.

"Lovely my darling, you are just lovely," her whisper was tickling my ear as we watched each other in the mirror.

The stark contrast of this dark, dangerous woman and my white, innocent persona were startling. A shiver ran through my body at the thought of the lewd and lascivious activities she had planned for me. She ran hers hands over my accentuated hips and around my constricted waist again, and again.

"Just lovely," she breathed into my ear and wrapped her hands around my waist, "we will have you down to fourteen inches in no time."

My lover moaned at the sensuous feel of the slick fabric upon slick fabric. I slumped my head back onto her shoulder as her hands roamed my body. She felt me everywhere. Her shiny vinyl gloves were petting me towards sexual madness as they passed over my flattened boobs and between my sodden thighs.

"Oh Constance...please...now...take me...ravish my body," I begged with my eyes shut tight.

"Slowly darling girl, slowly," her hot breath a fiery lightning bolt on my neck.

We sat next to each other on the sofa, our drinks in hand. Sitting was a challenge since my waist was cinched-down four inches by the sexy corset. Constance began casually chatting about my first taste of her cunt.

"Did you like Mother's cunt dear? Was it how you imagined I would taste?" she questioned me very nonchalantly.

I desperately wanted to breathe deeper, but the tight corset forced me to use small, gasping breaths, "Yes Mother," gasp, gasp, "your cunt flavor was divine."

This game was brilliant. The conversation further enforced my submission to my controlling lover. Every breath I spoke now was in response to a question regarding her anus or her cunt. She forced me to admit my naughty nature, and once again to proclaim my desire to do anything she demanded of me.

"You will worship my anus everyday darling, is that clear?" she half snickered, pushing my boundaries of submission.

"Yes Mother." My head bowed in acceptance of my new duties to her.

"First thing tomorrow, we will have the bellman bring your things into my room," she was taking total control now, "next week you will make arrangements to move in with me in Memphis, am I clear."

"Oh Constance," I groaned in delight, "Are you serious? Do you want me?"

"Yes," she said impatiently, "am I clear Jennifer."

"Oh yes darling...yes, yes, yes," my eyes welling-up with tears as I gasped for breath.

For my entire adult life, well actually, since puberty, I dreamed of a lover that would completely possess me. That dear, sweet lover who could make me want discipline, and who could control my more self-destructive tendencies. Constance was to be that lover. I never imagined a woman filling this role, always, it was a man: muscled and strong, but no man could tame me. Not as my Constance had.

"Mix us another cocktail and then model for me," these were never questions, always commands that I was expected to obey without question.

"We're out of vodka."

Constance called the bar, "Yes, and have Marie bring it up...I do not want to see a man outside my door...yes, thank you."

I strutted my stuff as best I could. The high heels and tight corset took some getting use to, but my lover was patient. She had me bend over the back of the sofa and lower my panties, showing off my smooth bottom.

"So lovely," she appraised my bare cheeks, "have you ever been penetrated here darling," she inquired while pressing her gloved fingertip against my anus.

"N-n-no Mother," I was terrified of the implication of her question. My first husband had tried that once and I almost cut his dick off for his efforts.

"We will get there eventually dear." She promised.

Next, she had me sit on the sofa and slowly roll my panties off my legs. I felt so terribly exposed. My legs were spread lewdly as my lover instructed me to pull my cunt open wide as she sat on the coffee table and inspected my hole.

"You have fucked men, correct?" she was becoming more and more harsh, wanting me to confess to her what sluttish things I've done in my life.

"Yes," my response was practically guilty.

She looked deeper inside me, "You have sucked a man's penis then, correct?"

"Yes Mother."

"Have you swallowed sperm?"

"Yes," I was once again on the verge of tears as my lover forced my answers.

"Are you done with men forever?"

"Yes Constance, I love you," I cried softly, "why are you doing this to me?"

"Everything has its purpose darling,

There was a knock at the door, "Room service," came a woman's voice.

"Stay just as you are Jennifer, no matter what, stay that way," Constance commanded.

I had an uneasy feeling as my controlling lover answered the door. My body was quaking a bit; my pussy was aflame, soaking the sofa cushion under my bottom.

"Marie, please come in." my lover's voice loud enough for me to hear her inviting the strange woman in to witness my submission.

My uneasiness was justified. Constance told me not to move, but my mind was telling me to cover-up and hide. Nobody could know of my desires. I would be exposed as a lesbian if this person saw me sitting here pulling my cunt lips open.

"Jennifer, this is Miss Marie, she is an old friend," My cruel, cruel lover smiled at the short-haired woman carrying the tray with a bottle of vodka on it.

"Oh aren't you just a pretty little thing Jennifer," the woman grinned at me as Mother signed for the booze.

"You must excuse her for being so impolite, as you can see Jennifer is occupied at the moment." Constance was enjoying my humiliation.

My tears flowed freely now, "Why Constance, why?" I protested this invasion of our secret game.

How could my tender caring lover do this to me? She has utterly humiliated me before another. My sobs were heaving now, my tears of fear and embarrassment all too real as the woman stuck a finger in my cunt and brought it to my lover's nose.

Constance stared into my eyes. Her face intense...mean and glowering, "The slut's hole smells good."

"Why Constance, why?" I pled to my lover, praying for her controlling tenderness of earlier moments.

She said nothing, but took the woman's sticky fingers into her red, red lips and sucked the slimy digits clean. "I must fuck her now," she moaned to the hotel employee.

"You're a lucky girl," Marie said while heading towards the door.

Before my eyes cleared, the woman was out the door and Constance stood before me pouring lubricating jelly over her gloved right hand. My level of fear increased ten-fold, thinking that she intended to put her entire hand inside me...I wasn't wrong.

"Jenny, I'm going to fuck you now. I'm going to fuck you inside-out," she spouted her venom with fire in her eyes and lust in her heart.

All I could think to say at that point was the clich for virgins the world over, "Please be gentle."

She was. I should have never doubted this amazing woman. Her fingers went inside me, one, two, three. She slowed on her fourth finger, allowing my cunt time to become accustomed to her invading digits.

"Ohhh...ohh...slow, slow," I begged as her hand entered me further and further.

Her methods were well practiced. She stretched me. She opened my cunt as a bee would open a flower; persistence and patience were her allies. When her thumb slipped into my needy void, I thought I would die from the sheer pleasure. No lover had ever demanded so much from my body, but no lover had ever been so tender and offered so much either.

My mouth opened in a deafening, silent scream, I clutched my dear sweet lover's body close as I climaxed; truly, truly climaxed. There were no soft sighs, no content moans--this was a fucking orgasm. My mind went wild, and uncontrolled with passion. My body convulsed, bucked, pulsed in ways that left me exhausted. And my cunt, that newly discovered center of pleasure, gave in to the demanding thrusts of my lover's hand...open, open...wider, wider.

"Oh fuck me...fuck me!" I cried again and again... "Oh Constance...please...please...never stop fucking me."

I was so overwhelmed by my release it took me a few minutes to realize my lover was speaking to me, "You will do what I tell you when I tell you, yes?"

"Oh yes...yes...anything...anything you want," I pleaded and begged for more.

I had been taken. Like all my dreams and fantasies of sexual encounters, a lover had finally done to me what I secretly wished. I lost total control and was ravished. My lovely beast, this majestic woman, took me to new heights of release and passion...she owned my cunt for all times.

"Are you alright darling?" she asked, now concerned for my wellbeing.

"Yes, I'm wonderful" it was now my eyes ablaze with passion and desire for the perverse, "can we do it again?"

"Slut."

"For you, only for you Constance. Forever for you, my lover," I professed my need for her soft embrace and thorough fucking.

"My wonderful, darling slut," she held me tight in her strong arms.

My life seemed complete...safe and warm in the arms of my magnificent woman.

My dear new Mother taught me many wondrous, sexy things over the next three weeks. But mostly, what she taught me was to be respectful and polite. Not just towards her, but towards every person I came in contact with.

"Kill them with kindness darling, it's much more effective than your silly temper-tantrums," and she was right, of course.

"Yes Mother," I said, accepting that my happy outlook and sunny disposition were a result of my training. I felt good about life again.

I worshipped her anus every morning and every night for at least and hour each and every day. She allowed me the pleasure of servicing her beautiful, bare cunt a few times per week, and gave me the exquisite agony and release of her hand when the whim struck her. Constance loved me physically and emotionally, always caring and always pushing. I was never to make decisions at home, at home I was not to be in control, and Mother reinforced this by having me perform for special friends, like Marie.

My level of femininity increased with every moment I spent with Constance. She molded me into her perfect girl at home, and into a more controlled professional in my business life.

`If only they knew that I am sitting in this meeting with my training plug up my bottom,' I giggled to myself, as three VPs were arguing in the same bitter, vituperate tones I use to spout. I sat quietly, smiling.

"Hello Constance," it was lunch and I needed to hear my lover's voice.

"Hello Jennifer is anything wrong?" she asked.

"No, no...I was just thinking of you...actually I can't stop thinking of you because I have a little reminder here with me," I chuckled as I referred to the piece of plastic stuck in my bum.

"You're a very naughty young lady Jennifer," her voice a barely audible whisper, "Mommy loves you darling. Let your excitement build slowly. Remember it's only Monday and we won't be opening that special place until Saturday."

Just then one of the angry VPs stood at my office door waiting for me to get off the phone.

I returned the volume and tone of my voice to normal, "Yes Mother, I understand, not until Saturday...Yes, yes right...alright Mother goodbye...Yes Mom, I love you too."

Constance burst into a fit of giggles as she realized somebody was listening to my call. The angry VP seemed much less angry while he thought I was talking to my real Mom and was all sunshine and smiles when I hung up the phone.

"Talking to your Mom, huh?" he was super sharp, this one was, "That reminds me, I need to call my Mother today."

I sat, with my correct posture, trained and enforced by daily corset wear, wiggled my bottom into the chair and smiled, "That's nice Mr. Smith, is there anything I can help you with."

The remainder of the week building towards the climactic Saturday was all warmth and kisses. Every night just before bedtime, Constance gave me an enema and inserted a slightly larger plug up my bottom than from the day before. I snuggled into her loving embrace, her warm nipple in my mouth and my anus being gently stretched open for her soothing hand.

"I love you Jennifer," my Mommy whispered, as she stroked my hair while I nursed.

"MMmmm," I moaned lightly as I fell asleep with dreams of my next level of submission dancing through my head.

Marie joined us in our room on Friday. She brought along a friend, again embarrassing me to no end, but Mother told me to be polite and not protest in front of company.

That evening, I was dressed in a plain white cotton bra and white cotton panties with little yellow flowers. I also wore ruffle-topped ankle socks and plain white tennis shoes. Constance dressed in a high-collar schoolmarm outfit; she was looking very stern and acting strict.

"You may fix cocktails for us darling," Mother instructed me.

Sipping our cocktails--Constance staid and proper, me meek and blushing, and Marie doe-eyed towards her friend--we learned that Lisa, Marie's friend, wasn't lesbian, but was very curious.

"And I'm really curious about...you know...what you two do," she couldn't get the words out.

"Dominance and submission Lisa," Marie blurted out crudely.

Lisa could not keep her eyes off Constance, and I felt a twinge of jealousy. I would be used in anyway my Mother chose to use me, but having a woman ogle her made me upset.

"It's more than that though...we love each other," I felt like jumping up and kicking these voyeurs out the door.

"Shush Jennifer," Mother quieted me, "Jennifer is right though, I love her dearly and will not do anything to hurt her. All my actions are for her training. She is learning to be a very good little girl."

"I love you Mommy," I staked my claim to my woman, hugging her.

"Wow, I never thought...I never considered," Lisa stuttered, as I notice the wedding band gracing her left ring finger.

"Mommy games can be very fun," Marie was focused purely on the sexual aspects, and getting this married woman into bed.

I served our guests two more rounds of drinks as Lisa asked many questions about what Constance and I found in each other. She asked about our backgrounds, and was particularly interested in my most recent phase of training.

"Come Jennifer, bend over Mother's lap so our guest may see," she demanded, pulling me down across her firm legs so that my bottom was pointed towards our guests.

Constance inched my tight cotton panties off my bottom, and down to about the middle of my thighs, "See Lisa, my darling girl has worn this since last night. Tonight is her final night of stretching before she will receive my full love in there."

"It's in her butt?" Lisa sounded stunned, and I blushed all over.

"Come look dear. Kneel here and look how lovely she is," Mother commanded the twenty-something housewife.

In my minds eye I knew the state Lisa was in. I'm not sure what, if any seduction Marie had done with this woman, but just the sound of Constance's prim and proper voice would seduce the inexperienced woman.

"Place your hands on her buttocks darling," Mother was cool and collected as she used my body to entice the woman, "good...good...now spread the cheeks open slowly, dear Jennifer is very sensitive down there at the moment, so be very gentle.

I felt her trembling hands grasp onto the half moons of my bottom and open me, "Oh my God...ohmigod," she gasped.

"See how her anus is stretched," Mother whispered, "Isn't she just lovely?"

"Un huh," Lisa mumbled dumbly, "does it hurt?"

"Answer Lisa, Jennifer," Mother ordered.

"No, it feels full...unusual and full and exciting," I answered dutifully.

"Wow, look how wet her pussy is," Lisa marveled at my visible, dripping excitement.

Constance stroked her strong finger through my sodden furrow, "Taste her Lisa, taste my darling girl's cunt."

I knew that was it for little miss married girl, as I heard her moan and the slick sounds of Lisa licking my cream from Mother's finger filled the air. Marie moaned, and Constance chuckled as she seduced yet another woman into the wonders of loving women.

I watched Marie walk past us, headed for the bathroom. Constance, at least I assumed it was my Mommy, grabbed the base of my butt plug and began slowly removing the device.

"Ohhhhhhhh...Mother...please," I groaned as the widest part of the toy stretched my anus, "please get it out."

"Oh my gosh," Lisa gasped as she witnessed my anus gaping open as the plug was finally removed.

"Kiss her there little Lisa," Constance ordered the woman, "see Jennifer's bottom puckering-up for you, she wants you to kiss her there."

"I can't do that," Lisa protested Constance's order, but her voice sounded unconvincing; caught somewhere between desire and morality.

Marie returned, and I soon felt the cool nozzle of my enema going up my winking bum. The warm water flowed, and soon my belly was full and bloated.

"Mommy, I need to pooh pooh," I whined, trying to hold my daily cleaning.

"Shhhhh darling, soon, soon. Just relax and let it work," Constance comforted me as I struggled to hold the water inside my loosened anus.

It was probably only a few minutes, but felt like hours before I was permitted to waddle to the toilet and expel my enema. Marie, Lisa, and Mother all watched as I evacuated, and Lisa was all giggles as she and Marie watched Constance clean my bottom afterwards.

"Would you do that for me?" Lisa asked Marie.

"Yes baby...do you want me to fuck you in the ass too?" Marie was far to blunt for my tastes.

Mother decided I was on display for long enough, and asked our guests to leave. But, promised Marie that she, or both she and Lisa, could drop by on Sunday to see if I was able to pass my next test.

"Constance?" I began in a very serious tone, "Mother, why do you let other people watch us? Why do I have to worship Marie's anus sometimes?"

"Because Jennifer, I wish it...these things are not your choice dear...you may not make decisions when you are in my presence," her explanation crystal clear, "you are mine to do with as I see fit."

For the first time since this marvelous beast seduced me, Constance knelt before me and removed my shoes and socks, then my bra, before kissing me lightly.

"Watch me undress darling, we will be equals tonight," her voice glowed and sparkled as she started stripping for me. Much as I had done for her weeks earlier, and on many nights since, Constance swayed to her own tune and peeled one layer of clothing off after another, until she stood before me, nude, reaching her hand for mine.

"I want to make love to you tonight," her voice soft, caring, and wanting, "be my lover you darling woman."

We spent hours exploring each other in that magic bed. Her touch was gentle and tender. Tonight there were no other rituals to perform, no staged scenes, just caring and tenderness. I was completely, totally, unconditionally in love with my darling Mommy.

Constance was very patient and very tender later in the evening as she placed the final stretching plug in my rectum, "I promise you will like it my love."

"I know I will Mother," oh how I wanted this woman to be mine forever and ever, "I trust you."

It was close to two in the morning as we assumed our sleeping positions: my hand on her cunt, her nipple in my mouth, and my dear sweet Mommy humming lullabies into my, needy, child-like soul.

Constance allowed me access to her cunt on Saturday morning. I had an insatiable desire to please my conqueror in any way possible, prior to the events of that night. I wanted her happy and content as she attempted to put her hand inside my bottom.

"Jennifer? You know I will never hurt you?"

"Yes Mother," I told a little fib, I was more nervous about today's events than at any time in my entire life.

She lifted my face from her cunt, "I will never hurt you Jennifer, "her expression serious and dire.

"Yes Constance, I know."

We spent the day shopping and visiting museums and art galleries. My feet were tired and sore by the time we returned to our room at five or so. My lover rubbed and massaged my sore dogs for what seemed like hours, and I did the same for her delicate feet. My cunt and anus were a pulsing, humid mess in anticipation of the kinky games to follow...these parts needed to be tested once more.

Constance surprised me again, as my dear lover dressed me for a night out on the town. She bathed me, cleaning me inside and out. Applied my make up and scent in tasteful layers. Reseated the plug in my bottom and secured it in place with a white leather harness. She helped me into a new custom made garter corset; all white, stiff and soft. And then into the dress made of lovely silks and satins: white, with a high-collar and keyhole cutout in the front, exposing my corset-enhanced cleavage.

Mother had me sit and wait while she prepared herself for our night out. I was in awe of my lover as she appeared wearing a black, stretch lace ankle-length dress. Like my outfit, the collar was high under the chin, but the unique creation sported zippers that ran the full length, front and back.

"You're beautiful Mother," I gasped at this vision before me.

"Thank you Jennifer," she said coolly.

Our reservations were for eight o'clock at Chez Nous to the north of the city. My sweet lover had a sumptuous limousine pick us up at quarter after seven, to provide us with a pleasant, peaceful ride to supper.

Now, I have dined in restaurants all over the USA, Mexico, Canada, Asia, and Europe, and this eatery--this fine establishment--is one of the finest ever. The food, presentation, service, and ambience were spectacular! In this quiet, sumptuous space, with my tender lover, a large piece of plastic inside my anus...quite possibly, this was the most fantastic, delicious, magical meal in my life.

"Are you happy Jennifer?" Constance asked

"Yes Constance," I whispered very softy amongst the sea of married couples surrounding our table.

"You live for me, don't' you?"

"Yes darling, for you and only you."

I was completely starved when the waiter brought our appetizer of classic shrimp cocktail. There, standing proudly on a bed of cocktail sauce, wedged into the top of half a lemon, surrounded by a dozen pink crustaceans, was an immense engagement ring.

"Then you are to be my wife Jennifer," Constance commanded with a warm, loving gleam in her eye.

My eyes had to be the size of saucers as I stared in wonder at the ring. The central diamond had to weigh three carats or more, the setting ornate and complex. The accompanying stones would be more than suitable as solitaires on ninety percent of the engagement bands in the world.

"Constance...I...I," my voice stuttered and stammered, "anything my darling Mother." I was welling up. I so wanted to jump the table and kiss my lover. "I will be a proper and obedient wife for you Constance," I promised in a whisper, "I will be yours forever."

Mother placed the ring on my finger; holding my hand in a way that could only be construed as the tender grasp of a caring lover. We looked deeply into each others eyes as I allowed my submission to her to become complete in this very public place. Surprisingly, the young traditional couple sitting at an adjacent table started applauding, applause which then built to other tables.

I blushed bright red, as Constance continued to hold my hand while she politely acknowledged the outpouring of affection and congratulations from our fellow diners. My nerves finally returned after a few moments, and I looked around at our well wishers. Many of the women had looks of understanding or envy, while many of the men had that look of, "Can I watch," on their faces.

I noticed a few couples who appeared disgusted and one woman in particular who outright scowled at us. Funny thing though, scowling woman sure seemed to be rubbing her thighs together awfully hard...I wondered briefly what fantasy she was having.

"Thank you Constance, thank you for making my life complete."

The furniture in our room was slightly rearranged when Constance carried me over the threshold soon after midnight. She turned on some soft music and invited me to dance with her.

With every slow turn, or next step, I felt the fullness in my bottom...my excitement building more rapidly now...anticipating the fulfillment of my total submission to my Mother. I saw our reflection in the mirror as we swayed together slowly; black and white, good and evil, worldly and innocent, the yin and yang of all life. We were one and the same now...two unique halves of the whole; a completed whole.

"Please take me now Mother," I whispered to Constance, "consummate our love."

Constance stopped our swaying, took my face in her hands and kissed me. Her kiss soft and tender, wet, but no too wet, passionate, but not too passionate. Our passion was to build slowly this night.

I was led to a position bent slightly over the dining table. In this position, I could watch what took place in a large wall mirror.

"You are to watch us at all times darling," Mother's voice now turning intense as she stood behind me and observed my every tremble and twitch.

"Yes Mother."

"Your safe word will be `ice hockey'. Do you understand?" she laid the rules down.

"Yes Mother."

"If this hurts, then stop me...I never want to hurt you darling." Her eyes were so warm and wonderful as we spoke to each other's reflection in the mirror.

"Yes Mother, I understand."

She raised my dress up over my bottom and secured it around my waist. My bare bottom was exposed and thrust up, ready and waiting. My sweet lover stroked my cheeks and tapped the base of the training plug still lodged inside my rectum.

"I love you Jennifer." She stated a fact that did not demand a response.

"On Monday you will resign from your job," a command, not a question.

"Yes Mother."

"On Tuesday you will register for professional cooking classes starting in the fall," she would fully domesticate me, and I was not only willing, but happy at the thought.

"Oh yes Mother," my response enthusiastic at the prospect of spending my days in loving servitude.

"On Wednesday you will prepare our belongings for travel on a three week trip," what had my dear lover planned?

"Yes Mother."

"Thursday we shall travel."

"Yes Mother."

"Friday we will rest and make love."

"Yes Mother."

"Saturday we will be married as Mother and wife," her voice full of tenderness, but there were undertones of the stern taskmistress lurking in her soul, "you will profess your unconditional love for me and submission to my whims. You will also sign a binding contract that day agreeing to the same. Do you accept this?"

"Yes Mother, I accept you unconditionally."

"I will care for you, and love you always."

"Thank you Mother," I was trembling now.

Constance began removing the leather harness holding the plug in my rectum. Her motion was smooth and skillful. She grasped the base of the intruding toy and slowly, ever so slowly started extracting it. My anus stretched and stretched, my face grimaced a bit at the discomfort from having my bottom opened so terribly wide.

She held the widest part of the toy at my ring, allowing it to open even wider. Soon, there was no discomfort, but only a glow...warm and consuming.

"What do you want Jennifer?" her tone now demanding, bordering on cruel.

"I want my dear Mother to take my final virginity," I was panting in anticipation for her unnatural invasion of the most private part on my body.

"And where is that my darling wife to be? What part of you is virgin," her sadistic games only heightened my desire to submit.

"My bottom Mother."

With that, she fully withdrew the plug from my bum, "Where is virgin dear?"

"My...my...my anus Mother," I knew it was coming. The most depraved violation one could possibly imagine was coming, and I waited for it, anxiously, willingly waited for it.

Constance pushed my body flat to the table, still demanding that I watch what transpired in the mirror. Her slick fingers tickled my gaping hole, which pulsed at her touch.

"Do you trust me, my darling girl?"

"Yes, yes," my mind racing as I watched my majestic goddess place one hand on the small of my back and felt her fingers begin to enter me.

"Tell Mommy what you want baby," she was forcing me to face my filthy desires. My lover was a complete master of my submission.

"I want you there."

"What dear?" she taunted me, "what do you want Mother to do to you?"

"Fu...fu...fuck me in the ass Mother," I had to know how far. Had my boundaries been reached?

Constance locked her eyes to mine as her slick hand entered me in one long, slow, gentle push. My anus opened to her. I stretched for my tender lover's deflowering hand. My moans were loud, drawn-out and needful.

"Oh yes Mommy, fuck baby in the butt," my mind lost in the intensity of emotion as I gave my last cherry to my most precious, patient Mommy, "take me Constance, please, please take me."

"That's the way darling girl, open for me, open for Mother," her voice calm and thoughtful.

My breathing was tightly restricted by my corset as Constance patiently waited for me to huff and puff through any discomfort before my anus relaxed and fully opened to her hand. She started moving, imperceptibly at first. Just tiny little circles as her wrist stretched me wider and wider.

After fifteen minutes or so, Constance was enthusiastically fist-fucking my ass. The feelings inside me were totally unique, so unlike any sex I'd ever experienced. The penetration was more intense, every nerve surround my anus was glowing, as a climax built within me.

"Its ok darling, let go, let it all go," Mother whispered to me as she lightly kissed my back and neck, "let your bottom go completely."

"Oh Mommy yes...let go, let go, let go," I chanted out loud, willing my body to respond.

Constance reached around the front of my dress and pressed the smooth fabric into my wet cunt. She rubbed my excited clitoris through the slick fabric...around, and around in ever tightening circles.

My orgasm started inside; deep, deep inside my rectum. My whimpering and cooing changed to gasps of release, "Oh fuck...oh Mother fuck...ohhhhhhh...ohhhhhhh."

"Cum baby, cum for Mother," Constance rejoiced in my pleasure, "cum for Mother darling."

I could count down the seconds until the dam burst and that glorious wave surged over me, `five...four...three...two...'

"AAAaaaahhhhiiieeeeeeeeeeeee," my first wail could probably be heard in Dallas, "yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes...Aaaahhhhhhiiieeee..." the second wave crashed over me. And the third wave flooded through me, and the fourth, and the fifth, "please, please, please, please, please," not sure if I was begging for more or for the orgasms to cease.

The sixth climax almost killed me, "Oh god it can't be happening again," now I was begging for it to stop before I became a blathering idiot stuck in a permanent state of orgasm.

Constance rode me gently to the floor as my knees collapsed beneath me and my body melted away from the table. She thankfully removed her talented fingers from my clitoris, and held her hand completely still inside my bottom. I came down slowly, my body in the throws of aftershocks after so many orgasms.

"Sh, sh, sh, sh," Mother was stroking my hair, calming me, "I love you Jennifer. I love you darling girl. I'll love you forever."

"Again," I pled. A huge grin of satisfaction across my face, my breathing still ragged and panting, "When can we do it again?"

Constance took me twice more that night of our engagement, once in my cunt and once more in my bottom. I was so sore, that I couldn't conceive walking for the next month...but it was well worth it. I was more sexually satisfied in this one night with my majestic Mother than all other encounters combined. I was hers now.

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