Susan and Priscilla

You guys know me from before, my name is Susan and I have a roommate that her name is Carmen, you know that we have had very good times together but I am the star in this story and she doesn't even know this happened, if she knew, she would feel jealous, so don't tell her.

Carmen had left on a business trip and the day before I gave her a super farewell intimate party, we ate pussy like crazy and she couldn't even wake up from bed the next day, that's how tired I got her!!

The very next day Carmen left a beautiful brunette with blue eyes and shapely body knocked on my door. I was naked playing with my vibrator and when I went to the door and saw that beauty I put on a very sexy nightgown, although it was like 2:00pm.

I opened my door and asked her how I could help her and she told me that she was Priscilla, the new neighbor and wanted to introduce herself to all the neighbors. I looked at her from top to bottom and I told her, oh, hi, my name is Susan and I also have a roommate who's on a business trip and her name is Carmen. But you'll meet her later. Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee, I asked. She looked at me and said, no, I guess I woke you up; I don't want to be inconsiderate.

I said, girl, no, I'm in these clothes because that's the way I like to dress at home. By the way let me tell you that she had on a very long skirt and a long sleeved super covered blouse, but she looked fantastic with her small but firm breasts and her tiny waist and big and rounded but. So she said, it's ok, I'll take a tea instead, and do you have tea? I said, yes don't worry come in.

She came in and we sat in the kitchen meanwhile I was preparing the tea. We talked about everything and soon enough we discovered that we had a lot of things in common. I also noticed that she was a very smart and educated girl. Knowing that she was educated and smart made me even more aroused, but I couldn't figure out what her preferences were.

But, surprise!! She kept looking at my body and I started getting suspicious. I asked her, do you have a boyfriend, lover, husband, girlfriend or what? She said, I'm single and want to keep single. Men have been so terrible to me that I don't want them around ever!!! I understand, I said, women are more comprehensive and caring, have you tried a lesbian relationship? Oh no, I'm homophobic!!! I don't want to have anything to do with lesbians!!!

I said, oh well, that's your decision and I respect it. Why you ask? Are you a lesbian? I said, no, no, I was just asking. Then we kept chatting for a few more hours and we even cooked dinner together. I really like this bitch, but she is denial of her sexuality, she must like me because I have caught her staring at me several times, I thought to myself.

So how do you fulfill your sexual needs? I asked her. And she said, I don't, I'm just dry inside. Bitch if I do to you what I know, you' won't think you're dry, I thought. Anybody is dry inside, is just that you haven't found the right person for you and that's it I said. She said, maybe, but I'm not interested in looking.

Just by looking at her I was getting hotter and hotter. The way she talked, laughed and moved was making me go crazy and I had to have her pussy in my lips. I said, would you like to move from the kitchen to my bedroom/living room? We are going to be more comfortable there. She said, ok, and so we did. But it wasn't a good idea for me because the bed, my passion, and Priscilla. I was going wild inside!!!

She kept talking and started saying that she felt so empty and alone and that she really need it someone to love her. She started telling me her stories with men and started crying I hugged her and she told me that she was feeling tired that she'd better go back home. Then I told her, why don't you sleep here, this is a futon and you can easily sleep here, I'll fix it for you so you won't feel so alone.

I think I found my best friend in you, you're so kind. Ok I'll sleep here but just if you let me fix breakfast for you tomorrow, Priscilla asked. Deal, I said. But little she know that I had my second thoughts about her sleeping there and I didn't care what happened as a consequences of what I was going to do.



I fixed her the bed and she came back from her house dressed in sleepwear, long pajamas and all the deal, but she still looked sexy to me and I wanted her!!! She went to bed and I told her I was going to watch television for a while. But what I really wanted was for her to fall asleep completely so I could go on with my plan.

Finally, like almost midnight she falls soundly asleep. I woke up from bed and went to the drawer and got the hand-coughs. I also went to the kitchen and got some wide tape. I went to my secret hideout and got my strap-on vibrator and went back to the room.

When I got back to the room, I locked her hands and feet to the bed. She woke up and asked me what was going on, and I told her that I was going to gave her some lessons that she was never going to forget. She started talking loud asking me to unlock her, and that excited me even more.

Listen if you don't shut the fuck up bitch I will have to put this tape over your beautiful lips and I don't want to. She started yelling and asking what I was going to do to her. I said, enough, tape for you sweetie, and I covered her mouth with tape. Then I ripped her clothes off of her and got even more excited with what I saw. She had the biggest pussy I've ever seen and it was going to be all for me, I thought. I made a strip tease for her and went straight to nibble on her tits. They were so sweet and wonderful I was cumin just by sucking on them. Then I kept kissing her all over until I got to her pussy.

I started to pass my tongue on her shaved pussy all around her clit but without touching it. Sweetly and softly I was biting, licking, nibbling on it and she was screaming with her mouth closed. I finally started eating her clit and tonguing her in and out and she got very excited, she was about to cum, before she came, I put on my strap on vibrator and started penetrating her.

She was so wet that we didn't need lubricant for her. I finished my job and I took the tape out of he mouth and she had a shy smile on her face. She told me, I disguised you!!! I told you that story of me being homophobic and you'd fall for it. It made you feel really excited didn't it?

What you're talking about? I asked. I am saying that I've been a lesbian for 10 years now and I disguised you!!!! I made up that entire story to see if I could get you excited, and it worked!!! Priscilla told me. I don't object of telling you that lie, because it has been the most amazing sex I've ever had!!!

I've been thinking about doing this since I saw you the other day coming from the park with your tight biker shorts and short tank top. You looked so amazing that I said that you had to be for me.

Is your roommate a lesbian? Priscilla asked. We are both bisexual and we've been having a secret affair ever since we discovered it, I answered. Good, maybe we can have a lot of fun the three of us or maybe you want to keep this our little secret, Priscilla whispered in my ear.

I said, ok, we'll keep it a secret, but now that I know you're a lesbian, you're going to eat my pussy as well or better than I did my little whore. We fucked for the rest of the night; I don't know what I'm going to do when Carmen gets back!!

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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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The Chiropractor

I recently fell from a ladder and had to see the chiropractor. My usual doctor was on vacation and I was treated by his substitute. It was a very attractive woman named Sheryl. She is a redhead, appeared to be no more than 25 and was very,very, sexy. She is about 5 feet tall with very nice breasts. They were easily larger than mine and very firm for their size. I'd guess about 36 D. Now I have been told a number of times I am easy on the eyes but compared to her I felt pretty plain Jane. I am only a 36 B but my nipples are about really big, about 1/2 inch around and 3/4 inches long and I am still pretty firm for a 42 year old.

It was really weird but just being in the room with her my nipples were hard and my pussy was feeling moist. I was looking forward to her touch. It was cool out so I had worn a rather thick sweater. But because it was a day off I had not not bothered with putting on a bra. Sheryl had me lie down on the table. She was trying to feel my spine but with the thick sweater on, she was having trouble. She walked over and closed the door then asked me if I would mind removing my sweater. I told her I did not mind however I would need help due to the pain. She had me stand and then told me to raise my hands up as far as I can over my head. She stood behind me and began pulling the sweater up. As she did her hands brushed my nipples. It seemed to me that they lingered there a little longer than needed, then off came the sweater.

I was about to lay down on the table again when Sheryl said she thought my jeans might be in the way since the pain was mostly in my lower back and that they looked quite tight. She said let me see if i can get my hands inside the waist- band. At this point I was quite beside myself with mixed feelings of nerves and arousel from her nipple contact. She stood in front of me and slid her right hand inside my waistband in the small of the back and cupped my left butt cheek. Sheryl reached around with her left hand and tried to push it inside my pants and found it to tight. Without thinking I reached down and unhooked the buttons and let her push my jeans down to the floor. I pushed my pumps off and stepped out of the jeans. Now I am standing there in nothing but a shear lime green G-String. I gasp when she places her other hand on my other cheek. She pulled me so close our hard nipples were touching and I felt her thigh between my legs. My shaved pussy was now drenched inside the tiny sheer G-String and my hard clit and pussy lips were visable through them.

I came to my senses and stepped away from her. I could see a wet spot on her mini skirt where my pussy touched her thigh. I ask if I should lie on the table ? Sheryl tells me to lie on my back so she can check my foot alignment. She grasps my feet and holding them by the heels, opens them wide then closes them. She does this three times. Each time my clit throbbed and my pussy only got wetter. Sheryl slides her hands up my left leg to my thigh. She is on my hip now. Her fingers are wrapped around my thigh. As she pushes on my hip her fingers rub against my pussy through my undies. I watch her as she pulls her hand away and brings it to her nose. Then to my total surprise she reaches down and slips her hand under my undies and dips two fingers into my pussy and slides them up through the slit them puts them into her mouth and sucks them clean. Then she does it again but this time she puts her fingers to my lips. She pushes them a little as I open my mouth and take her fingers into my mouth and suck on them. I am amazed at the sweet taste. She tells my to roll over on my tummy. I roll over. I am not sure why I am doing this, it is as if she has some strange power over me. I have just met her yet she has me nearly nude and I am letting her have her way with me. Stranger yet I have never even had a thought about being intimate with another woman. But at this moment I want to do anything this woman asks me to do.

I am lying on my tummy as she asked and I feel her running her hands up my legs. She pushes my legs apart and pulls her hand up to my crotch. I feel her moving her fingers up and down my slit. I feel as though I have gotten wetter. It seems odd but yet I want to let her do anything she wishes to me. She pulls the rear strap of my g-string aside and leans over from the side of the table runs her tongue from the top of my ass into my crease and stops on my asshole. It feels really good. Sheryl later told me this was called a rim job. I don't care what you call it except I want her to do it again and again. She continued her assult on my very sensative rosebud.

I was squirming around a lot and I know it must have been hard for her to keep her face buried in my ass. All of a sudden an orgasm hit me. What a surprise. My pussy hadn't even hardly been touched. It had to be one of the most intense things I have ever felt in all of my 42 years on this planet. I am equally surprised that this young beauty was attracted to an older woman such as myself. I looked over at her torso and now saw a wet spot in the middle of her mini skirt. I rolled over on my back and pulled her face down to mine and kissed her passionatly. I told her how good it had felt and that even my husband had never given me an orgasm like that. Now since the divorce it has been just me and my fingers.

Sheryl asks me to roll over on my back again. I do as asked and she crawls up on the table and straddles my body in a 69 position. I realize at this point that she is totally naked. I still don't know when she did it but I was not complaining as I gazed up at the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen. It was clean shaven except for a small closely trimmed patch of pubic hair about 1 1/2 inches tall shaped like an arrow pointing down to her pussy. I could feel her sliding her fingers into my still drenched cunt. I hear Sheryl say "I love a smoothly shaved cunt."I took the hint and putting my hands on her ass cheeks I pulled her hips down so I could have my first real taste of pussy in 42 years. When she covered my clit with her mouth I almost came instantly. I shoved my face into her pussy and did the same as her I latched onto her clit as I pushed three fingers easily into her hot wet pussy. I could feel her cunt muscles pulling my fingers further into her depths. She yells out to me "How many fingers do you have in me?" I pull my sloppy face from her cunt and answer "Three" Sheryl pushes back against my fingers and said "Put another one in" So I addded a fourth. I was pushing four fingers into her to my thumb. Wow, was she horny. I am not sure when but sometime along the way I must have closed my thumb because as I thrust my fingers back in I felt my whole hand go inside her. Boy did she scream and moan when that happened. I asked if she was alright and her response was "Fuck my cunt now you fucking slut !" What could I do after she said that but give her what she wanted. I pulled my hand out almost all the way then thrust in again. She had stopped eating my pussy but that was alright given the reactions I was getting from her I was close to cumming anyway. I fist fucked her for about more 5 minutes when she cried out she was cumming. Okay more like screamed it out. Right as she started to cum she shoved her fingers back into my cunt and I joined her in a mutual orgasm. She collapsed on top of me and we lay there until her assistant came into the room and reminded Sheryl she had one more patient that day. I noticed that she was also gorgeous. I found myself imagining what she would look like nude. Boy I think I just realised that I am in fact bisexual. Sheryl's assistant Sandra helped us get ourselves together. I noticed how nice she smelled also.

As I dressed to leave Sheryl asked how my pain was. I told her I had not felt it hurting for about an hour. Not that I was able to think about the displeasure of pain with all of the pleasure that was happening. She said to go ahead and make appointment for the following week. I said I thought that would be a good idea, in fact she might need some help from Sandra next week. I think I am going to be in a lot of pain!!

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Flight with Samantha

Samantha entered the Port Columbus terminal. At the check-in desk the clerk was looking a little frazzled, the flight was fully booked, Samantha is running late and there are no spaces left on the plane. Sam, as everybody called her, pleaded with the clerk and she gave her an upgrade to first class. Sam couldn't believe her luck. The plane is due to depart in just 30 minutes, and Sam has to run through the terminal.

Marie was standing by the gate, waiting for the last passengers to arrive before boarding the plane to assume her duties as a flight attendant. She saw a beautiful girl running toward her, her little skirt was riding high on her thighs as she raced for the gate. Marie caught a glimpse of Sam's neatly trimmed pussy as she came bounding toward her, Marie, secretly hoped that this girl was in first class so she could service her every need.

Sam was out of breath as she drew to a halt in front of the stunning flight attendant in front of her. She handed over her boarding pass and admired the sexy body in front of her. The girl must have been 23 if she was a day, she had her jet-black hair tied up, and she was about 5'6" with a statuesque figure. The flight attendant passed back the boarding pass and invited Sam to walk with her to the plane.

Marie, who had a reputation for being a member of the mile-high club, was starting to get wet just thinking of the flight ahead, even if she did not get to taste that glorious pussy (she was sure she would), the vision in front of her would serve nicely for a little manual relief through the flight.

Sam asked Marie how long she had worked for the airline. "About two years now, I have traveled all over the world, but I love the Barbados flight the best, we get to stay for three days before coming home, it allows us plenty of time to enjoy ourselves in the sun."

Sam smiled and thought of Marie lying on the beach.

Marie showed Sam to her seat, it was bigger than any she had seen on a plane before, and surprisingly secluded from the other passengers. Marie took her hand baggage and as she placed it in the overhead locker, pushed her body against Sam. She felt Sam's arm against her now hot pussy, and Sam looked up and smiled as she gently raised the hem of her skirt giving Marie a view of her sweet pussy. Marie said she would return later and wished Sam an excellent flight.

Sam relaxed, as the jet engines groaned, and the flight took off, selecting a music channel from the in flight entertainment and closed her eyes. She drifted off into a blissful sleep almost immediately, dreaming of her holiday ahead.

Marie woke Sam by gently rubbing her leg. The flight was now in darkness, and the other passengers were either watching movies or sleeping. Marie asked Sam if she would like a quiet drink upstairs. Sam smiled and stretched, followed Marie aft to the top cabin.

There were another two passengers in the cabin. A woman in her thirties, dressed in fine designer clothes, and another woman who was about the same age as Sam. They both turned their heads as the new arrivals found a seat. Sam asked Marie for a Canadian Club and Coke.

Marie came back and sat opposite Sam with her back to the other passengers. As the pair talked about their lives and aspirations, Sam raised the hem of her dress a little and gave Marie a clear view of her unclad pussy. She had her hands in her lap, and was rubbing her pussy through the material of her skirt. She was starting to get very excited as one of the other passengers asked if they could join the pair.

As they sat down, Marie thought of caressing the beautiful woman opposite, and was now feeling her own pussy getting wetter and wetter.

The older woman introduce herself as Lucy, she was a businesswoman going on vacation with her secretary and companion Sandra. She had been looking forward to the trip for a while and asked Marie about places to go, and what was hot on the island. She said she was particularly interested in places where they might meet other like-minded women.

Sam could not help but choke on her drink. She smiled, stood up and pulled up her top. She asked if this was what Lucy was looking for. Her round globes were just too good to refuse. Lucy stood and embraced Sam. She planted a deep kiss on Sam's mouth, and let her hand drift down her back. She cupped Sam's tight ass, squeezed and then pulled away slightly.

As Lucy drew back she feasted her eyes on the girls breasts and could not resist lowering her head to an erect nipple, licking the hard bud and gently teasing it with her teeth. She lowered a hand to below Sam's skirt, she slowly dragged her fingernails up Sam's thigh until she met her pussy. She fingered the woman's clit, her nails clipping it with every movement.

Sam pushed her hips forward as the fingers began to explore her pussy. Her nipples were alight with sensuous feeling as Lucy was eating them hard. Sam watched as Marie started to raise Lucy's skirt, she couldn't see a thing as Marie's head disappeared.

Sandra was sitting with her legs apart watching the other three. She had her hand inside her white blouse, pulling and twisting her nipples, as her other hand fell between her legs, her long skirt was riding up as she started to rub her clit.

Marie pushed aside the panties in front of her, and started to lick Lucy's ass, she licked the outside in a slow circular motion, then gently pushed her pointed tongue into the hole. She pulled her tongue up as she pushed harder inside Lucy's asshole and started a forward and back motion as the hole grew with Marie tongue fucking her.

Lucy had two fingers inside Sam's now soaked pussy, and had lowered her head to start working on the bud of Sam's clit. She licked, chewed, and mauled the clit as Sam started to move and buck with the orgasm that was coming over her.

Sam twisted as Lucy added another two fingers inside her; her own hands were now massaging her breasts, gripping hard the mounds of flesh that caused her so much pleasure. She was watching Sandra as she had spread her legs wide and was pumping her pussy hard with both her hands.

As she came, Sandra let out a tiny shrill scream. Her body arched with the pleasure. Her mind filled with the overriding passion of the moment.

With both hands busy on Lucy, Marie had one fully in Lucy's pussy while the other had three fingers in her little asshole. She was pumping the woman hard. The wet sounds of her hole were all she could hear. She opened her mouth and bit Lucy on her butt cheek.

As she screamed in pain, Lucy came harder then she had ever came before, she was ramming her hips into Marie's hands as she ate the wet pussy of Sam in front of her. Her finger raised the pace on Sam's clit; Sam came seconds after Lucy.

As Marie sat back Sandra came over and gave her a long, deep kiss. Her tongue investigated every part of Marie's mouth. Her hands were undoing Marie's uniform, exposing her perky breasts clad in a delicate blue satin bra. Her hands were behind her back undoing the bra, as she lowered her head to the glorious orbs in front of her. She traced the left breast from Marie's neck, around the bottom of the cup and back to the nipple. Her tongue teased the nipple before she started to suck it for all she was worth.

Lucy turned and removed Marie's shoes; she massaged the petit feet she found in front of her. She started to suck each toe individually. This sent shivers down Marie's spine.

Sam went straight for Marie's pussy, she had wanted to taste this woman since she first set eyes on her, and was not going to let this opportunity pass her by. Her open mouth released her agile tongue; she started to lick long and hard across the full length of the flight attendants smooth pussy.

Marie arched as she felt Sam's tongue, her breasts were sending massive signals to her brain, her feet were tingling, and her whole body was aching to cum. Her mind was mush as her pussy gushed juices to Sam's mouth. As she thought she could go no further without orgasm, Lucy joined Sam and both women licked and drank her sweet honey from her.

Sandra moved to behind Sam and Lucy. She started to finger both women; she worked equally on the clit, pussy and asshole. As she worked their widening holes, she started to insert more fingers into each of them, as she got to her whole fist; she was now pumping them both hard.

Sam felt her eyes water as her pussy took the hand in, she felt the fingers moving inside her as the hand pumped in and out. She was now holding Marie's pussy wide open with both her hands, as she applied pressure with her tongue on her clit.

Lucy had her tongue fully inserted in Marie's asshole, pushing hard, opening it up bit by bit, as she felt Sam's finger on the other side of the membrane between her pussy and asshole. She kept pushing harder and harder.

Marie was now pumping her pussy into Sam's face, her orgasm welling as she started to scream. Her whole body was in spasm as she got louder and louder. She was consumed by the overwhelming sensation that had taken to her body, her tightly closed eyes, her clenched fists, her taught muscles and her tight pussy muscle all came together to take her almost unconscious.

As the woman settled down, they all looked at each other through half closed eyes. Sam said, "I am looking forward to this vacation. It has kicked off with a bang, and I can't wait for more. Here we come Barbados!"

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Marie sat nervously in the corner of Dr. Nora Adams office wishing for the life of her that she was any place but there. Momentarily lost in thought, she jumped a little when the doctor's nurse burst into the room and said, "You must be Marie, I'm Kathy, and I'm Dr. Adams nurse, so, what can we do for you today, Marie?" Marie was a little taken aback at Kathy's enthusiasm, but after finally regaining her bearings she replied softly, "Well, uh, it's a female problem." "I see," the nurse replied while getting out her pen to make notes on Marie's chart, "and what exactly are your symptoms?" Marie turned a bright shade of red, and while staring at the floor replied softly, "It's kind of embarrassing, can I just wait and tell the doctor about it?" "Oh, come now, Marie," Nurse Kathy replied with a little exasperation, "I've heard and seen just about everything in the book, so if you don't mind, please give me a brief description of your problem."

Marie swallowed hard a couple of times, and then in a very quiet voice whispered, "Well, uh, you see, it's like this, about four years ago I was in serious training as weight lifter, and well you see, in order to bulk up I took some steroids, you know, injected them in my butt, and it had an adverse side affect." Nurse Kathy stood patiently waiting for Marie to continue until she finally prodded, "And, you took steroids and the side affect was what?" With her whole chest and face now flushing bright red, Marie stammered, "I, it's my vagina, my labia and clitoris have grown to way larger than their normal size, and even after having quit taking the drugs they still remain extremely large and puffy." Nurse Kathy jotted down the pertinent information before asking quietly, "Is that all, the only side affect is that your vagina and clitoris are enlarged?" With tears forming in her eyes Marie barely whispered, "No, no it's not."

"And what else is there, dear," the nurse asked gently? "I, I'm always aroused," Marie replied in a hushed voice, "I mean sexually that is." "Really," Nurse Kathy asked, "like even right now?" While wiping away her tears Marie nodded and replied, "Especially now." "Why now," the nurse asked? "I, I'm not sure," Marie replied, "maybe because I'll be exposing my vagina to you and the doctor, who knows for sure." Nurse Kathy stood thoughtfully for a moment and then offered, "You know, Marie, I've been a nurse for over fifteen years now, and I've yet to observe a clitoris that is out of the ordinary as far as size is concerned, so I think that the best thing is for you to remove your things and hop up on the table so I can see exactly what we're up against."

Marie stood up slowly, and while Nurse Kathy turned her back and filled in some more information on her form, she quickly slipped out of her clothing and hopped up on the examining table and after lying down on her back, carefully positioned her ankles in the cold steel stirrups. "All set?" the nurse asked while turning back around, "now, let's have a look." After turning on the powerful overhead adjustable lamp, Nurse Kathy gazed at Marie's crotch, and after giving it a double take, she gasped, "My god, I've never seen anything quite like it, it almost looks like a little penis, may I touch it, please?" Marie had her eyes closed tightly, while trying desperately to control her emotions, but in a small voice she whispered, "Okay, go ahead."

As she let her finger brush over the distended head, evoking a sigh from her frightened patient, she asked softly, "Is it always like this, I mean all erect and everything?" "Yes," Marie replied through clenched teeth, "always, it never relaxes." "Oh my," Nurse Kathy replied thickly, "how often do you orgasm?" "At least three times a day," Marie replied with soft moan. Nurse Kathy continued massaging the little "cock" with her index finger while commenting in hushed tones, "Your lips are also incredibly engorged, is that a permanent condition, too?" Marie was now sweating profusely all over her bulging pubis, and as she began to reply to Nurse Kathy's last question, her entire body was wracked by a climax that shook her to the core while the stunned nurse looked on with a look of absolute incredulity.

"That was truly unbelievable," Nurse Kathy whispered while massaging the trembling organ, "do you have a boyfriend to help take care of you?" "Oh no," Marie replied sadly, "no man would want a woman with my condition, however I do have a girl friend that I share an apartment with, her name is Dawn." "Does your lover have the same problem," Nurse Kathy asked in a husky voice, "I mean are her organs like yours?"

Both Marie and Nurse Kathy were now breathing quite shallowly, and in an extremely strained voice Marie replied, "No, she's quite normal in every way, except of course she loves oral sex, which I'm eternally grateful for. "She sucks you often," Nurse Kathy asked with a small moan? "At least twice a day," Marie replied softly, "she says she loves sucking my little cock." "Do you ever rub your clits together," Nurse Kathy stammered while obviously in a state of extreme arousal? "Mmmmmmm, yes," Marie sighed, "and she also fucks me with a vibrator that rubs against my clit when she does me." Nurse Kathy was now so turned on, that without even asking, she tore off her clothing, and just as she was climbing on top of Marie's firm young body, the door burst open and in walked a stunned Dr. Nora Adams.

" Kathy," the doctor gasped, "what ever are you doing?" Normally the nurse would have been mortified being caught in such a position, but with she was in such a state of sexual excitement that she merely glanced at the doctor before pressing her breasts and vagina into Marie's. "Nurse," she snapped, "have you lost your mind, this is no way for a professional nurse to act?" With her pussy already dripping like a leaky faucet, Kathy positioned her clit directly onto Marie's monster, and as the two women sighed contentedly, Kathy began "fucking" the over sexed patient while kissing her passionately on the lips. Dr. Adams sat down in stunned silence as her nurse's tight ass bounced up and down while she simulated fucking the big clitted young girl lying beneath her on the table, and even though she knew it was wrong, she couldn't help hiking her skirt, and dropping her panties, and patting her clit before mounting her nurse, and grinding her hot pussy on Nurse Kathy's beautiful ass.

Nurse Kathy was now trapped between Marie and Dr. Adams, and the feeling of having her clit masturbated by Marie's huge clit, and also getting her ass grinded by the hot pussy of Dr. Adams was too much for her. She convulsed hard, while a climax of epic proportions slammed into her, leaving her shaken and stunned as the pulsations in her vagina slowly ebbed away. Even though the nurse was totally satiated, Dr. Adams was just nearing her own orgasm, and as if reading her nurses mind, she slid her nurse off Marie and took her position on top of Marie, grinding her pussy on Marie's hot pussy "Oh, god," she gasped, "fuck me, fuck me, screw me like a fucking whore." For Marie this was a real treat, getting her pussy taken twice by two different women.

Both Marie and the doctor were now completely in tune as she stroked smoothly grinding her hot pussy with the doctors. The grinding sight in front of her was arousing Nurse Kathy's pussy all over again, and just as Marie and Dr. Adams were riding the brink of climaxing, Nurse Kathy plunged 3 fingers in her pussy and banged it hard. Finger fucking herself and watching Marie and the doctor ride their mind blowing orgasm, as all three of their genitals spasmed hard, wringing vicious cums from each of them. When she was finally totally spent, the doctor slid off Marie while flopping back down in her chair and wondering what in the hell had brought all this on.

When everyone was dressed and their blood pressures had returned to normal, Dr. Adams said, "I'm sorry we can't do anything for your problem, Marie, short of surgery, I'm afraid that you're stuck with your Situation. Marie thought about it moment and replied, "Well, maybe I could stop in periodically for more "treatments", what do you think?" The doctor looked seriously at her nurse, with a wry smile, and replied, "That's a good idea, mark Marie down for two sessions a week." "For how long, doctor," Marie asked quietly? "For as long as it takes," Dr. Adams replied with a big smile.

This story is complete fiction. Although I am a lesbian, I'm perfectly proportioned. If you like this story please write me, but bear in mind that I do have a girlfriend and her name is Dawn (middle name). I'm not looking for a lover. MarieLeClare@Yahoo.com

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More Furring Fun

We heard it on the radio, as we left the theatre.

Brazil had won the World Cup, and people were streaming into the streets. It was an exciting time for our country.

As we entered the fancy restaurant we both saw her, my girlfriend Marie, and I. She was beautiful. About 5'3", small, very slim, with golden shoulder length hair. Green eyes, with nice firm breasts, and really soft skin.

We invited her to sit at our table, where we found out her name was Tina. She was dressed all in black. Wearing a short skirt, and a soft silk blouse. After many interesting and funny discussions, Marie and I went to the ladies room where Marie said," I'd like to eat her out. Do you think we could invite her home?" I agreed that I would also love to make love and to taste this beauty. After some further drinking we suggested to her that she accompany us to our home, and happily Tina accepted.

We retrieved our fur coats from the checkroom attendant, and went back to our home by taxi. In the taxi we made sure that Tina was between us and thus let her feel the soft mink fur on her hands, knees or cheeks, or wherever there was a little naked skin.

At home we lost no time when we arrived. I spread our fur coats on our leather sofa, I really don't think Tina knew why.

Marie lowered the light, put on soft dance music and soon we were dancing all three together. I was the first to kiss Tina on the neck. Then I nibbled at her ear. She just softly turned her head and kissed me back strongly and with a passion that knew no bounds.

Her tongue slipped between my lips, and as I sucked on it I could feel myself getting wet.

We went to the sofa and Marie and I used the coats to fur Tina. Brushing the fur on her legs, arms and her cheeks.

Soon all three of us where in front of the sofa with no clothes on.

We spread one fur coat on the floor. Covered and furred us with the second and started to make love.

Tina gushed with a very strong orgasm as Marie furred her and I swirled my tongue over her hood and clit. Then Marie laid on her back on the fur, had Tina sit on her face, as I furred her breasts and Tina ate me out.

We kept changing positions all night and I had many strong orgasms. I was tired the next morning, but I had a very happy pussy.

We agreed to meet her again, to introduce her to more furring.

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The Request

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I was surprised, I must admit, at my boss's request. I'd been working there for a few weeks and had no idea Alessandra had even noticed me. She was all smiles the first few days, but I soon came to realise that not only was she was a ver busy, with little real time for the staff in her small business, but she was also a hard bitch too. As 'secretaria ejecituvo' I shared an office with her, but this meant I only saw her a few times a day as she was always out, either in other offices or making business trips.

I think it was hard for her, being a woman in a very macho business environment. You in North America may not realise how hard it is for we women in Latin America to have equality. I admired her as she was the only woman I ever met that could scare men. I used to watch them come in to her office and try and flirt (she was, after all, even in her 40s, still very attractive) before she verbally wiped the floor with them. So, I admired her, but I was also a little scared of her too. I was young and this was only my second job. I was pleased with the position, but at the same time, terrified of making a mistake and upsetting her.

So, when her request came I was taken by surprise. She came in to the office we shared and sat down at her desk. As usual, I kept my head down & carried on typing as I knew she did not like to be disturbed.

"Ah, Niela," she suddenly sighed, and when I looked up I realised she had been looking at me for a while.

"You're young and beautiful," she continued. "Why don't you ever wear clothes that are more sexy?"

I laughed. I told her she was the opposite of my mother who always told me to dress LESS sexy or else I would be thought of as 'easy'. I still lived at home, and despite being 23, my mother still considered me a baby.

Alessandra stood up and came over to my desk to look me up and down.

"You know I hired you because of your beauty," she said.

I started to object but she cut me off.

"Oh, yes, I know you have a very good letter from your last employer, but I don't need that - I can tell within five minutes of meeting someone if they will be right - and you are perfect."

I think I must have blushed with pleasure and pride - I had no idea she'd even thought about me. She sat on the corner of my desk, leaned closer and made the request........

"Now, when I am in my office I like to see only beauty - everyone does. Niela, when you are in this office, I would like you to remove your bra and open your blouse so I can see your breasts."

I was dazed, I had heard the words she said but could make no sense of them. She saw the confusion and laughed.

"Don't worry!" she said, touching my shoulder, "I am no lesbian!"

"Then what....?" I began, feeling dizzy.

She started to explain, slowly at first. To succeed in business you need a reputation. She said she had gained hers by turning her disadvantage of being a woman to an advantage. She had used her good looks as a way to get into places where other men had failed. She had flirted, of course, but the trick was to never deliver - keep them coming back for more, make them think they had a chance. Now her looks were beginning to fade she needed to keep the sex appeal and allure and had decided that I could help. I was still puzzled. She wanted me, because of my large but firm bust, to be the allure.

"Men are babies!" she laughed, "You would be surprised what they would do to glimpse a magnificent chest like yours!"

By having a bare-breasted secretary, she would maintain her reputation and she was convinced, have men swarming round her like flies.

I did not know what to say, to be pleased or upset. Her eyes shone with warmth and humor, but at the same time she was powerful, she swept me up like I was a co-conspirator - as though it was us against the world. To refuse this would be to refuse a friend.

"Go on," she urged and nodded towards my blouse.

Dumbly I started undoing the buttons, gradually letting the blouse fall open. My fingers did not know what else to do. I unhooked my bra (a front clip) and let my breasts swing free.

She feasted her eyes on them,

"Magnificent," she whispered to herself, then looked me in the eye.

"You are truly beautiful, Niela," she said, earnestly, "together we will make lots of money. If I were a man and not a woman I would be mad with passion for you."

And with that, she kissed my cheek, stood up and left the room.

I sat there - shaking. My whole life felt as though it had changed. This was obviously what she wanted and the way to please her, yet I felt foolish, like a schoolgirl again. If she had been a man I would have walked out, but for some reason Alessandra had a hold over me. I sat there miserably for the next half an hour - not doing a thing. When the mail delivery came I pulled my blouse together and turned my back slightly so the man would not see me. Fortunately, he noticed nothing.

When Alessandra returned she smiled broadly at me - my breasts were still exposed. She must have noticed how miserable I looked though.

"What's wrong? You look great!" she said.

I could hardly speak. Her tone got firmer and she asked me if I believed in her. I nodded.

"Then say it" she commanded

"I believe in you" I mumbled

"Louder" she said

"I DO believe in you" I said with emphasis, "but please, don't make a fool of me".

I think I was near tears. She dropped to her knees beside me and put her arm across my shoulders.

"Listen Niela, I am not a person who makes fools of those I trust" she said quietly, but urgently, "If I ask you to do this, it is for good reason. I need your help, please don't disappoint me."

She let me go home early to consider it. That night I could hardly sleep - I knew I had moved into a strange unfamiliar world - one I hardly knew about. The world I knew about was the one in which my mother lived. She was roughly the same age as Alessandra but had never got anywhere - she even looked twice as old. She'd had five children and been like a slave to my father - never getting what she wanted. By the next morning I had decided that I did not want to be my mother - I wanted to join Alessandra on whatever wild adventure we had embarked upon.

I wore a bra to work, but had taken it off by the time I sat down at my desk. When Alessandra walked in I was bare-breasted as she asked. She grinned.

"I'm so pleased that you decided to come back today", she said, and I felt that she genuinely meant it, "you and I will have a lot of fun!"

She was right - the first man to enter the office - the head of accounts - almost walked into the wall! He could hardly talk and his hands were trembling when he spoke to her. I was embarrassed of course, but nowhere near as he was. He never asked her why I was sitting there exposed, indeed, no-one who came in the office that day did. Never had there be so many people through Alessandra's office though! The rumour had spread quickly and people were coming in with their pathetic excuses to check whether what they'd heard was real. Everytime they left Alessandra flashed me a great wide grin of reassurance.

The first day was the worst, but then I got used to it. In fact, knowing Alessandra was supporting me I actually began to enjoy the surprise and embarrassment men felt in my presence, as though my breasts were some powerful weapon. Alessandra obviously enjoyed having the upperhand too.

One day I looked up and caught her staring at my breasts. She smiled and told me they were beautiful, but she wanted to make them even more arresting. She brought over some dark lipstick and, without asking, knelt before me started to colour my nipples. I was embarrassed by this intimate contact, but there was nothing I could do while she worked. I simply let my arms hang at my sides and pushed out my chest further.

The point of the lipstick tickled and my nipples responded by becoming stiff. She laughed and told me that now it was even easier to apply the lipstick. The gentle ministrations of this woman felt odd to me.

I could not work out our relationship. Sometimes she was like a mother, sometimes a friend and sometimes, when we were conspiring against the world of men, in a strange way, like lovers. She was always a mystery. She stood up and admired her handywork, but she still felt something was mising. She went back to her desk and this time brought over some baby oil. Still smiling at me she gently applied the oil to my breasts. I almost gasped at the touch of her slippery hands. She was so gentle, she touched them in a way that no clumsy lover had ever done. It was almost sexual and I had to bite my lip to remind myself that this was a woman, my boss. She touched them in such a way that it was as if they were hers. The more I thought about it the more I realised they were hers. She paid me to expose them for her, they were hers. I shuddered at the thought of the control she had over me and yet when our eyes met there was nothing in them except kindness.

Now when she stood back they glistened with the oil and the dark nipples made a stunning contrast. Alessandra just grinned even more - she looked even more like a proud owner, admiring her possession.

Her reputation indeed increased because of me and we were doing more business than ever. My personal life suffered, however. I became known as Alessandra's 'whore'. People at work refused to talk to me, either through fear or contempt. When my mother heard what I was doing I had to leave home and rent my own apartment. The town where I lived was small and it was no longer easy to find a boyfriend. The boys either thought I was 'easy', which I have never been or wanted me just for my breasts. Alessandra supported me through all of this. I never bothered her with my domestic troubles, but she raised my salary and began to give me cash that she said was from deals she made.

As my friends and family dwindled, so Alessandra became more and more important to me. I think I must have become more important to her too as she started to confide in me. Nothing personal of course, I knew very little about her domestic life - a husband who owned a riding school and no children - no, just about business decisions she was making. I felt thrilled that she even sought my opinion on things.

One day she had to make an important deal in the capital and asked me to fly with her. I was very excited - I hardly ever left our town and this really was adventure. We booked in at a five-star hotel downtown and I just loved all the beautiful furnishings - it was the most luxury I had ever experienced. Alessandra was just so cool. I was intimidated by all the hotel staff, but she treated them as though they were her emloyees. The room was magnificent, on the 15th floor overlooking the city. There were two enormous beds for Alessandra and I.

I felt a bit embarrassed as I had not shared a room with anyone except my sisters when I was 15. Alessandra was very relaxed though. She began to talk about places she knew in town while stripping off her clothes. I tried not to look, but I was curious about her body. She was still good looking - a firm toned body, but she was paler than me. Her dark black pubes contrasted strongly with her skin. She seemed to have no shame about her body. She addressed me directly and asked if I wanted to shower before her - the journey had been hot and sticky. I told her to go ahead.

She carried on talking to me from the bathroom so I went in a sat on the side of the bath and watched her shower while she chatted. I suddenly felt at peace - like Alessandra was my real friend, not a boss - like we were girls about to go out on the town.

After she finished showering I stripped and for a shower too. Alessandra lay on the bed, in a towel and watched me curiously as I stripped. I felt a bit self-conscious but I didn't know why - after all she had practically seen me naked every day at work. After the shower I lay on the bed in my towel too. We chatted, but this time it was no longer just about work, I ended up talking about my home and family too.

Alessandra seemed to be troubled by something. As the afternoon went on her mood got worse. Eventually she told me what the problem was. She first started with an apology - that she had somehow dragged me into something that was her problem. She told me that a while back she had borrowed a lot of money at a very low interest rate, but part of the deal was that she would be 'available' to the two men who had leant her the money. Every year she traveled to the capital to pay the 'interest'. This year they had asked her to bring me too, but now she was here she felt she could no longer drag me into the deal. I was terrified. Alessandra just looked sad. They would be coming at eight so Alessandra told me I must hide in the bathroom and lock the door. Before the time came I dragged all my stuff into the bathroom to make it look as though Alessandra was alone. My dreams of going out to see the town with someone whom I thought was my friend yet had nearly turned me into a whore had vanished. Instead there was a kind of numb terror of what was about to happen.

It was worse than I thought. The men were very angry that Alessandra had not brought me and they started to slap her about. As she fell I heard the sound of ripping of cloth and realised that they were literally tearing her clothes from her body. What was even more terrifying was that Alessandra always seemed so cool and so in control, and yet these men treated her like a nobody. When the slapping finished I heard only a few more words - the men were deciding which 'end' of her they would take. They laughed, coarsely, and I felt like killing them, yet I had promised Alessandra I would remain hidden.

They must have taken an hour to rape her. When I was convinced they had gone I opened the door and saw her lying on the bed, still. For one terrible moment I thought they had killed her, but hearing the bathroom door open she looked up at me. She looked a mess. Her eyes were red with tears and her face was blotchy. For once in her life she looked broken. She held out her arms to me and I sat on the bed and held her in my arms. I stroked her dark hair and her body, saying all those words that my mother used to say to me when I was upset. She asked me to forgive her and I said I did. She searched my eyes for proof so I kissed her, gently, on the lips. She seemed reluctant to end the kiss and clung to me. He mouth opened and I felt her tongue probing mine. Suddenly all the mystery of our relationship fell away - I knew that it was love for her that I felt - and my tongue responded.

We kissed, passionately, for a long time. I wanted her, I wanted her badly, yet I had no idea what to do next. Despite her ordeal, Alessandra seemed to want more too. She pulled apart from me to search my eyes again. She told me she had wanted me from the very first day I had started working for her, yet had held back as she had never felt this way about a woman before. She told me that all those months of seeing my bare breasts yet not being able to touch them had been agony. I leaned back and thrust out my chest. I told her that they were hers -- they had always been hers, that she could do as she pleased with them.

Gently at first, then with increasing ardour, she held them, caressed them and put her mouth to them. Her touch was like no other before or since. I had no idea of how women make love -- I had never had sexual feelings for a woman before and yet my body seemed to know what to do. All the months of denied passion broke loose and we made love with our tongues, our fingers and our bodies.

We only made love that one-time. I left soon afterwards. She could no longer to bear to see me as I was the one person who had broken through her hard shell, who had seen her raped and violated -- who knew her weakness. I was the only person she loved.

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A Sweet Texas Peach

The day was hot and humid like any others in the South, where the air was so infested with odors and sweat you actually had to swim through it. And clothes, heck, it was minimal while it clung to you like a wet towel. It was 101 degrees with a humidity of 100 per cent, or at least, that was what it felt like. I was being boiled right on my seat in this supposedly air conditioned hamburger joint that was called, "Bill's Burgers"--the sign was vandalized and now said, "Bi Burger." I had been invited by my friend Duane to visit his folks and see the South, which he promised would be "a whole boot'n fun." So far, all there had been was a soak-fest, a slimy burger that I thought moved, and supreme boredom. I asked myself, "Why am I here?" I answered, "Waiting for Duane." "Okay, but why did I decide to come to Texas in the first place?"

"Because Duane asked." "Okay, but why is Duane late?" "I don't know, maybe he got hit by a Confederate soldier and got mowed down. Just shut up and enjoy your burger." So I shut up and tried my best to enjoy the greasy burger. When I say greasy, I mean, oil was dripping out of the burger. Better yet, the grease looked like 10W/40 after 3000 miles. Finally disgusted with the foul taste, I spate out the single bite I took out of the most disgusting food that I had ever attempted to eat. Instead, I gulped down the flat Coke. Here I was in a little itty-bitty town called Helotes (or something like that, I know the hell part is right) in the middle of nowhere, past trying to finish Bill's Burger, and horny as hell. The latter was noted with distinction. I think it was the heat.

I looked outside. Duane was not there yet. For that matter, there was nobody outside...just a two dogs biting each other's heads off and making a racket. So I examined the insides of the modest resort called "Bill's Burgers." It was red. I mean, CHERRY RED; it was decked out in the fifties motif, with the jukebox and the checkered floor. If it got any more sickening cliche, I was probably living in a cartoon. And judging by the good taste of the populace, I was the only customer at 1:13PM. Precisely.

There was Bill, a frail looking chef with gray stubble and an unlit cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. There was the sweet looking Mrs. Bill Burgers, who had so kindly served me earlier the black plague, and there was Dawn, their daughter. And she was looking mighty fine to me at that moment, hungry as I was.

She was at most twenty-one and her body was a bountiful harvest. As a southern adage usually interjected at any conversation regarding the weaker sex, made up instantly by such a southern gentleman with that funny drawl, "I'd reckon she's shapely like a gimp cow on moonshine." Whatever it meant, I wanted to say that she was contoured like the Alps from head to toe; her sunny hair was tied behind in a tail; she wore a sunny smile that said everything in the world and her blue eyes, or as the accent goes, "aaahhhs," were adorable. I wanted to eat her for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and then some. Finally, I made up my mind.

I beckoned Dawn over and asked for some more Coke. As she was reaching for my glass, I pulled her close and said. "Dear, I'm absolutely in love with you, you gorgeous thing. How about a kiss?" I then patted her rump with a teasing pinch. She blushed bright red, frozen for the moment, standing there not sure of what to say or do. I was sure every sane guy passing this young minx passed off a pass like the one I made to this absolutely yummy Texas peach, but I was sure never by a woman. I sat there smiling my most sincere smile, licking my lips in anticipation.

Now, I'm no dyke. But I do enjoy the company of beautiful woman. As well, I've always wanted to say something like that in front of a total stranger. And like I said, I was hornier than a toad in spring. (Whatever that means.) The heat does that to you. Dawn closed her eyes and turned her back with my cup and headed for the counter. She told her mother my order and headed for the women's restroom. I smiled as I followed her into the women's.

As I entered the dirty little back room, complete with the smell of Lysol and crust on the ceiling, Dawn was leaning on the single white sink in the room. She jumped when she saw me enter. Her eyes widened. But she remained silent. I walked slowly up to her so as not to scare her off and put my hands around her enviously slim waist. Drawing her close, I smelled the fries she was making, but that scarcely discouraged my game. I had to pull her up slightly, but I did manage to seal our lips with a soft, tender kiss. Her first resistance melted away and was replaced a curious anticipation. I was lost in Dawn's pair of sweet soft lips. They were so juicy and tasty. I could have kissed her for hours! I wanted to eat her whole, starting with those strawberry lips. But I had other plans in mind. Dawn was lost in her own dream world as I said to her, "Dawn dear, why don't you take a seat in that nice stall over here." She nodded dumbly and sat. I closed the stall door. Though it was a tight fit, I could still move around. "Now, Dawn,

I want you to close your eyes and relax. That's right, dear." My hands flew over her body and ruffled through her frilly uniform, feeling her soft curves. She was no Plainsman, rather, more a Rockies person. Her beautiful underwear was what I was after. I stripped it off carefully and was rewarded with a muffled gasp that she quickly silenced with a swallow. In a couple minutes, I had her hiccuping with pleasure. I would like to believe that we both left the bathroom wiser and more content. Actually, more like she became a bit more wiser and I, a bit more content. But it amounted to the same thing, did it not? I went back to my table and lit a Salem, and puffed away like a whore after a trick.

Wait. That is the other way around, but you get the idea. Dawn came by and placed the Coke gently in front of me. She had a grin and her bright eyes twinkled merrily. Dawn even gave me a shy wink before she went back to frying her french fries. I snuffed out my cigarette and enjoyed the euphoria of the significance of life, of meeting new people and sharing with them what little I possessed. It is a really good feeling to know that you may have done some good for another person, and frankly, I had a blast. I looked back outside as a light blue Chevy truck pulled up. Duane was here. He came in with a courteous nod to the owners of Bill's Burgers and hurried over to me with an apologetic face. "Sorry, Marie, but I ran into an old friend getting here. I mean, ran into him. He wasn't too happy but he'll live." he said smiling weakly.

"No problem, let's go see your big ranch house!" I replied excitedly. Going out the door, I heard Dawn call out, "Now y'all come back soon, Miss." I turned and waved to her in the affirmative and returned her a coy wink. Bill's Burgers may taste like shit, but Bill's daughter was the sweetest Texas peach I've ever tasted. I turned to Duane and said, "I don't know about their burgers." He chuckled as we got into his truck.

"...but I would definitely come back for a wedge of their scrumptious Texas Peach Pie."

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As Love Performs

I couldn't believe the amount of people in the bar when I walked past the money taker and entered the door. The crowd was jumping to the beat of some loud, soul thumping dance music as I walked to the counter and ordered a beer and shooter. I knew heads would turn when I showed up wearing all of my dark garb. I wore my long black coat and combat boots. My newest crew cut glowed blonde in the wall mirrors as I whipped by the single women sitting on stools along the wall. All eyes were on me as I walked on by.

I shook hands and smiled like I always do. I waited for the tequila buzz to kick in and for my feet to absorb the echo of the bass pounding off of the elusive black walls, that I only guessed to be there somewhere in the dark. I don't know why the roar of the crowd attracts me so much. There's something about being on the dance floor in perfect sync with hundreds of people...moving in rhythm like we all came from the same womb. It's almost as if everyone's heart is beating on the same note.

I felt sexy. The leather pants crunched between my thighs as I strolled into the mass looking for my next sexual prey. I always take the time to stop and hug the beautiful ladies because I never know which one of them holds the key to my next fantasy. I spotted her across the room. The smoke screen seemed to part and her smile ignited something deep in the pit of my soul. I knew at that moment I had to have her. I had to be coy though. I had to play the game.

She fit in like a crystal glass on a worn picnic table. She was much to elegant and sophisticated for this underground element. I inched my way between the hot bodies of party patrons to investigate further. Smells of perfume and alcohol tainted breaths passed under my nose, but I never lost focus of the object of my desire. I lit a cigarette and slipped into the vacant stool behind her. I listened quietly as her laughter seemed to drown out every other sound in the place. She flung her hair in my face and turned to apologize, but no words came from her full lips when our eyes met. She smiled, lifted her glass in my direction, and gulped down what I assumed to be vodka.

I ordered another drink and had the waiter bring her a round. I lifted my glass and laid a twenty down, then disappeared before she had a chance to thank me. I sat the empty shot glass down on the side bar and stepped out on the dance floor. The music crept into my ears like a long lost friend and every muscle in my body responded. I shut my eyes and let the sound waves carry me like a vessel on a restless sea. When I opened my eyes again she was there in front of me. Her eyes were like blue crystals and she stepped in closer.

She turned around and moved her firm ass against me. The muscles in her shoulders flexed as she waved her arms above us. My hand moved out and gripped against her hip as she ground her ass into my crotch. Her dress was short and I imagined her pantyless as my hand slid down along her thigh. We danced an erotic dance. It all felt so familiar, but I knew I had never met her before. I would never forget eyes so enchanting. I couldn't help but imagine her naked, moving against me with such rigorous emotion.

She grabbed my hand and led me across the floor. The strobe lights flickered like some unrealistic dream slowing down and capturing every movement...frame by frame. I followed her in anticipation. At that point I would have followed her barefoot through fire. She pulled me up the stairway that led to the stage. I thought that she might be feeling like an exhibitionist, but then she bypassed the dancers and opened a door on the back wall. I stepped into the black room behind her and pushed the door shut. The music and all of the loud laughter was muffled and nothing but pitch dark surrounded us.

I felt her hand reach out and grasp mine. She pulled my body hard against hers. Her lips crashed seductively into mine and her tongue darted inside to find mine. Her kiss was like the bite of a black widow. My body felt limp and I fought hard to keep my balance as she gripped my leather covered ass. I felt heat gather in my pussy and I gasped for a breath as she guided my hand under her dress. My clit throbbed as she guided that same hand to her mouth and began sucking my fingers, and then once again she pushed it back under her skirt.

Two fingers slipped easily into her folds. With my sight completely rendered, my other senses seemed to be magnified a thousand times. She was as hot as molten lava, and very slippery. I moved my fingers inside of her as she delivered another explosive kiss. I felt her inner muscles grip my fingers as I moved them in and out. " I want you to fuck me " she whispered in a low growl. Her words were the invitation I had hoped for the moment I first noticed her. In an instant she had pulled me back out onto the stage. She looked straight into my core and smiled an evil smile.

I spotted one of my friends on my way out the door and gave her the sign that I would be leaving without them. Outside, the night seemed silent. My ears were still ringing from the heavy melodic tunes. I lit a cigarette as we walked to her car. She took the smoke from my hand and threw it down...pushing me, with her weight against the car door. Her body fit perfectly on mine. She told me that her name was Tasha. I introduced myself, as we slipped into the bucket seats. "I think we should go back to my place" she suggested. How could I resist?

We pulled up into her driveway. Her house was fabulous. I felt like I had stepped onto the set of "Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous." The cobblestone driveway led to a huge white house. White columns lined the porch and I smiled as a maid greeted us at the door. "Marie, I won't be needing you tonight...please do not disturb us" she ordered. I felt like a kid with a fistful of dollars being led into a candy store. "Breakfast will be ready at 9, Tasha" was the response from a cute, obedient servant, and we headed down a long hall.

"The bathrooms are there" she pointed to the right. I followed her, in awe, into a huge bedroom. Her bed had a canopy and white silk draped over the posts. She offered me some wine and I watched as she leaned over to turn the water on in her sunken Jacuzzi. I thought to myself how she was way out of my league. I, being a struggling musician, felt like I was the one being the amusement tonight. I accepted the wine offer and she motioned me to the bar where I found the bottle chilling on ice.

I opened the wine and poured up two glasses then took a seat on one of the stools. This seemed too well planned. I felt like my number just happened to be the next one up. She must have detected my thoughts because I almost choked on her next sentence. " I have watched you for months Sam. I have followed you to every club you have played. This night was well planned out and you can give my regards to Tina for making it happen." Tina was one of my friends that had been at the bar this night. " I made up a special room just for this night baby. I have wanted you for such a long time. "

Her long blonde hair hung down around her eyes, and I felt like I was in the presence of a goddess. Maybe I had been reluctant because I was afraid of falling. Regardless of it all, it was too late. I was under her spell. I sipped the wine as she undressed. Her body was firm and tanned. She was without a single flaw and she looked incredible. She kept direct eye contact with me as she teasingly slid the skirt down her long legs. I gulped the wine and looked on attentively as she slipped slowly into the bubbly water.

She told me that she was tired of all of the games and that she knew about my variety of women. She told me how long she had looked for love and how many dead ends she had ran into during her search. She said everything I wanted to hear, and nothing I wanted to admit. I finished up my wine and walked over to the edge of the bath. I lifted my shirt off, stepped out of my boots, and unzipped my pants. Her stare almost made me blush, but I wanted her more than anything I had ever wanted in my life. I lifted my feet out of the pants and slipped my socks off and then slipped into the hot water beside her.

She moved up on top of me. Her kiss was a kiss of love and my heart beat faster with each movement of her tongue. She parted my legs with hers and I felt her smooth mound rub against mine. The sensation of her body against me in the water seemed like heaven, and I felt a sudden fear that I might actually fall in love again. She moved harder against me and my legs parted further so I could feel every inch of her womanhood against me. Her pace quickened and soft moans escaped into the steamy air around us. She humped harder and within seconds I felt her body quivering in orgasm against me.

We kissed deeply and she told me that she had a special treat for me. She stepped up out of the water and again I watched in wonderment as she toweled herself dry. I got out behind her and wrapped the towel around my waist. She grabbed the wine and the two glasses and we walked out into the hall. Our wet feet squeaked on the ceramic tiles and we tip toed carefully like two panthers stalking prey. We rounded a corner. She opened a huge oak door and I followed her in.

I had to take a second look when she flipped the overhead light on. Iron cuffs hung from the far wall. Burgundy drapes decorated the long windows and the floor was accented with black carpet. A rotating, round bed turned slowly in the center of it all. The whole room had an eighteenth century gothic look about it. I walked around in circles amazed at the recreation and the time taken to replicate the era. A grand piano sat in one section of the room and a magnificent candelabra set on it's casing. "On this night you will perform for an audience of one Samantha...and then I shall perform for you." She laughed out and twirled across the floor flying her towel like a cape above her head.

I was completely captured. I walked over to the piano and eyed the keys. It was more exquisite than any upright piano or keyboard I had ever banged out music on in my lifetime. The whole setting made me feel like I was the star of the show and I was overwhelmed with gratitude. I rewrapped the towel around my waist and then pulled out the bench. The finish was so polished that I could see my reflection. A distorted image of me was there on the seat, and for once I was smiling an honest smile.

I grinned in her direction. I think the look on my face left no reason for words of appreciation. I took my place at the piano and fingered the keys softly. I looked back at her as the lights dimmed and her towel fell to the floor. She leaned in to kiss me again and lit the candles above us. Her gorgeous body eased in beside me and quietly she waited. My hands felt at home as I began playing a soft, sultry song that I had written about a painting of the ocean I had viewed in a gallery in Paris. Every note seemed to mesmerize her as I poured my heart out onto the ebony and ivory keys.

I played for what seemed like hours and then carefully shut the cover. She wiped tears from her face. " I have never heard you play with such beautiful emotion" she spoke out softy. She had given my music meaning. Every low paying gig in every low class piano bar had all been worthwhile because one person felt the depth of what I was feeling when I played. I took her face in my hands and kissed her with love. " I want to make love to you" I requested and I led her to the round bed in the center of the room.

I dropped my towel and eased her body back with mine, kissing her as we laid back on the bed. The room was moving in two ways, from the wine and the motion of the bed. We were spinning out of control and neither one cared. I licked down her neck. She smelled wonderful and her skin was hot to the touch. I moved down her chest and paused on each nipple feeling them become erect between my lips. I inched my way down her stomach. Her abs were firm and defined from her dedication to her workout regimen. I eased down even further.

I pushed her legs apart with my hands and then eased them slowly under her bottom, gripping her firm ass. Her scent was erotic. I looked at her shaven mound as a drop of juice seeped out of her folds and ran down onto the black, silk sheets. She was wet for me and I wanted to taste her. I tongued her outer lips. They were swollen with anticipation. I lifted her up closer with my hands and slipped my tongue deep inside of her tunnel. Moans of enjoyment fell out for my ears as I stiffened my tongue and swiped it firmly against her clit.

I freed one of my hands from underneath and slipped two fingers deep inside of her hot, wet pussy. I felt her inner muscles expand as I slipped in a third finger and lowered my tongue on her again. I moved in and out as she lifted her hips and lowered them against me. " Oh fuck me baby" she moaned out. I moved in and out faster and licked harder against her clit. I felt her pussy grip my fingers hard as a wave of orgasm invaded her body. She bucked against my face like a caged, wild animal raging with a need for freedom. I sucked her pulsating clit into my mouth and another orgasm took over where the first one left off. With a few more hard shudders, her body fell limp on the bed in my hand.

I licked the remainder of her offering from her satisfied crevice and she jerked as my tongue moved softly up across the top. I moved up on top of her and kissed her as her shallow breath blended in with mine. I could feel her heart beating in her chest like the repercussion of bass drums in an orchestra. Her mouth tasted of wine and of passion. Our tongues entwined again as she pulled herself together for another round.

"I want you in the cuffs" I heard her say. So I jumped to my feet and jokingly ran over to the wall cuffs. " Like this" I asked, as I clicked one wrist captive in the iron chains. She walked over and said "No, like this." She shut the other cuff firmly around my other wrist. " Spread your legs for me" she said in a demanding tone. I watched on as she also clicked the ankle chain into place. The sight of this soft, feminine woman in total control of me sent a sensation across each breast and then circled in on an already drenched pussy below.

I watched on as she strolled back across the room to the candles and smothered each one. The room grew darker and darker until a could barely see one flame still flickering, and then total darkness. I listened eagerly wondering what was going to take place next. I heard nothing. My heartbeats got faster as I waited for what seemed like hours. I felt like calling out but was to bold to show my fear, so I stayed still and quiet in hopes that some noise would ease my tension.

In a flash, before me she flicked the lighter and lit a candle she held tight in her delicate hand. The blue in her eyes seemed even more vivid as I squinted my eyes to allow them to adjust to the brightness. She held the candle upright and I watched as the wax melted and gathered inside the rim. She held it above me and tilted it slowly. The hot wax spilled over the edge and fell down across my breasts. The pain made me wince as she blew the flame out once more. I felt her tongue move out against me. It traced the trail of cooling wax across my nipples and a sensation of desperate need swallowed every emotion I had. I needed her to fuck me now.

She pulled my hard nipple into her mouth and circled it several times with her tongue. I felt liquid anticipation slip out of my throbbing pussy and run out onto my inner thigh. She led a trail down the full length of my body and slipped her tongue lightly against my clit. I moved out from the wall wanting her to lick me harder. I needed relief. She kept a distance letting only the tip of her cold tongue touch. I was sweating now. I felt like the vein in my neck would burst at any moment as I tried desperately to hump against her. I collapsed my full weight into the chains as she moved away out of reach. I was left alone again. Left alone with only the darkness and the silence. My only thought now was to touch myself, but the chains made it impossible, so again I waited.

With each passing moment my need to be relieved grew greater and greater. She was there again in front of me. She was unseen, but I felt her presence as thick as glass in the darkness. I heard a snap, and then another snap. Then her mouth covered mine. She stepped back and I managed to speak out. " I need you Tasha." " How bad do you need me?" she ask. "Bad enough to beg?" she questioned. I was following my role well. All I wanted at this point was for her to fuck me senseless. "Yes, I will beg...please, fuck me Tasha!" She moved her body against me again and I felt the tip of a toy rubbing inside my folds. I moved my weak legs apart.

With one plunge she filled me up with her toy. I moaned out and the chains clinked as I tensed at the satisfaction. My pussy was so ready that it ached as she slid in and out. It was a glorious ache. I arched my back as she slipped almost completely out and then slammed her dick back inside of me. One of her hands was on my shoulder and the other on my ass and she moved in and out of me like a pro...guiding me against her. I quickened the pace. I was going to explode and it was just a matter of seconds. She moved in and out faster. Her body sticking to mine as we fucked against each other. I tightened my inner walls as she slide in and out again and an orgasm erupted in the pit of my soaked pussy. My body gyrated in massive convulsions against her.

She slipped her toy in hard again. I climaxed again as she pushed in deep. My body fell limp against hers. My wrists burned where the iron had rubbed my flesh during the erotic battle. My body was covered with beads of sweat and she held me tight in her fragile arms. I had never experienced this amount of pleasure before in my life. Our deal was complete. I had performed my best for her, and she well exceeded performing her best for me. We kissed as she unchained my wrists, and she rubbed my thighs affectionately as she uncuffed my ankles.

We spent the rest of the evening spinning on the round bed drinking wine, making plans and making love. I was held captive in more ways than one that night. My heart was branded in a way that I never dreamed possible. I had never felt more complete in my entire life and I wasn't about to let fear keep me from this long awaited happiness. I fell in love with Tasha the very first night I met her. She had loved me for weeks and I had no clue. I knew, without a doubt, that we would be performing private concerts for each other for years to come.

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The Dream Lover

Sandra had a great yearning to make love outdoors, an event she had never accomplished, although these days she found herself thinking about it frequently, and the desire seemed to be growing rather than waning. She was an efficient young woman, a university lecturer in medieval history, and she hated interfering obsessions. She had her work, after all, and this fixation on the outdoors was really so unlike her. And it might be so difficult to achieve. For one thing, she lived and worked in the city, and the "outdoors" at issue was not city outdoors but country outdoors. And the second thing, and perhaps more important, was that she had no lover. How could she rid herself of this obsession to make love outdoors if she had no lover? The fantasy did not concern masturbation, and in any case she had no car and the idea of renting a car and driving out to the country to finger herself under a tree seemed crazy.

Finally, one evening when her thoughts of the outdoors persisted strongly enough to make work impossible, Sandra put down Clybourne's _History of the Twelfth Century_ (which she considered superficial and perhaps not worth her time anyway), and she decided this very evening she would attack her "outdoor fantasy problem". She would find a lover (a woman, since she had never had lovers other than women), and somehow she would persuade her new lover, if not this evening then in the near future, persuade her that a tryst in the country would be a marvelous experience. Her fantasy accomplished, her obsession would end and her equilibrium would be restored.

Now that she had an agenda, Sandra quickly mobilized her "focused and organized" persona. She knew precisely the type of woman she wanted for this expedition, the type she always found attractive, although for the past several years she had avoided such woman like the proverbial plague since affairs with her "type" usually evolved into obsessive entanglements whose intensity quickly destroyed her equanimity and her ability to work. Sandra knew herself: start one of those dyke dramas and she'd be a wreck for six months. Her new lover had to be her type, all right, but there had to be an understanding of limits.

Sandra's erotic type had been set when she was quite young by a surreptitious reading of _Mademoiselle Maupin_. She had, in fact, cleverly torn the guts of the book out of its binding and glued a new binding from a destroyed copy of _Pride and Prejudice_, which she thought the most stupid story imaginable, with its collection of stupid women yearning to be married to stupid men. Concerning _Mademoiselle Maupin_, Sandra had never quite completely deciphered the mystery of why Madelaine de Maupin, posing as the handsome nobleman Theodore, had excited her to such feverish nightly masturbations. Oh, those reveries she had! But mystery or no mystery, ever since her youth Sandra's ideal lover had been the archetypical androgynous woman, lean and gallant and with a heart-rending noble face, a woman who looked elegant in a suit, a woman who combined strength and beauty in a perfect rendition of Madelaine de Maupin posing as Theodore de Serannes. Slow down, Sandra thought. The present reverie made her want to abandon her agenda to simply lie down on her bed naked and masturbate. No, she would not yield. She was not the sort to become unfocused and disorganized once she set her mind to an objective.

Sandra knew a few things apart from the appearance of the woman she wanted, even if she hadn't met the woman yet. She knew what the woman would want in another woman, at least what the woman would want Sarah to look like. Sandra certainly had enough experience with such women to understand all of that.

Sandra hurried to begin her preparations for the evening. She had a hot shower, and then she carefully applied her make-up and chose her clothing. She knew the importance of clothes during an escapade like this one. The woman she desired would want her in feminine clothing, an announcement of attitude, a hint of sexual pleasures yet to be achieved. Sandra never wore such clothes at the university, since the result would be equivalent to dangling a strip of honey-coated paper before a swarm of male flies. But this evening she would have her adenture, in a place where other women arrived for their own adventures, and she would dress for it with perfection. Simple but perfect. An elegant black knit dress that clung to her body like a second skin to reveal her breasts and belly and hips and thighs. A thin gold necklace with a dangling Aztec design. Sheer black stockings and strappy high- heeled black sandals. The black would set off the blonde hair that framed her face. She knew she would look good. She expected she'd be a smash hit. She hurried to paint her nails before dressing.

At precisely ten o'clock, Sandra arrived at a place called Velvet, a dimly-lit chic little lesbian bar and dance-club that catered to professional women. Sandra hadn't visited this particular bar in several years, and she was quite content that no one recognized her. She perched herself on a stool at one end of the bar, ordered a Cosmo, and looked at the crowd.

Ten minutes passed. She sipped the Cosmo. Well, what did you expect? Sandra thought. The room had its quota of smashing young femmes, lovely twenty-year-olds who even if they were hardly beyond nubile seemed sophisticated to the point of ennui. Most of the women, however, were in their thirties, a mixed group of physical types, but all of them groomed and appropriate to the ambience. Another ten minutes. Where is my Maupin? Sandra thought. How long could she sit alone at the bar before appearing desolate? When would the sleek butch she wanted approach her?

It happened unexpectedly. Sandra was about to order another drink, when a sultry voice behind her said: "Your glass is empty. Let me buy you another."

Sandra turned on her stool and gazed into the eyes of her dream lover.

Her name was Jen and she wore a dark blue pinstrip suit, a white silk shirt and a black string tie. She had dark hair slicked back at the sides, dark bottomless eyes, and the lean face of one of those gallant-looking Renaissance courtiers in the paintings of the Fontainebleu School.

"I'll have a glass of Pinot Grigio," Jen said to the bartender after ordering Sandra's Cosmo. She looked at Sandra and smiled: "Are you alone?"

Sandra nodded. She felt her insides fluttering. You're a silly little twit, she thought. Yes she was. Another few minutes of this and she'd be wetting her pants. How ridiculous. She was more aware than ever of her tight dress, of the way her breasts were emphasized. Of course the V-neckline showed cleavage. You're a slut, she thought. Well, perhaps she wasn't a slut, but she certainly felt like it.

They talked, idle chatter about the place, the noise, the weather. Then Jen excused herself, walked away and soon returned to say she'd found a booth for them. Sandra nodded and slid off the stool, held Jen's hand as they walked across the room to a snug little booth for two. The curved bench was small enough so they had to sit beside each other with their thighs touching.

Again they talked. Jen wanted to know everything about Sandra, and she smiled with approval when Sandra revealed she taught at a university. "You're damned attractive," Jen said, almost out of the side of her mouth. It sounded a bit affected, but it thrilled Sandra. When Jen put her hand on Sandra's thigh, Sandra did not object. When Jen turned Sandra's face toward her and kissed Sandra's lips, Sandra accepted it. "I'm going to make wild love to you," Jenn whispered in Sandra's ear. "Where would you like to go? My apartment isn't far from here."

Sandra realized this was her opportunity. They hardly knew each other, but yes they would make love. She would yield to this dream lover. But why not suggest they avoid the usual?

"Do you have a car?" Sandra asked.

"Yes."

"Let's take a ride to the country."

"Now?"

"Yes, why not? It's not too late and I'd love it. It's a balmy night and we'll neck under the stars."

Jenn looked at her a long moment and then smiled. "I think I'm about to be an actor in someone's fantasy."

Sandra blushed. "Is that too awful? I'll adore you for it."

"Well, I like being adored, don't I?"

They walked out with Jen's arm around Sandra's waist, and thirty minutes later Sandra completed her agenda. Jen had her under the stars, against a tree like Deneuve in that Bunuel film, Sandra's black knit dress raised to her hips as Jen's fingers plunged again and again into both openings while her mouth covered Sandra's mouth. What magical fingers Jen had. Her thumb tortured Sandra's clitoris as the other fingers vanquished her vagina and anus. Deep, deep, marvelously deep. Deep, deep, I love it deep. Sandra groaned. "Fuck me," she gasped. "Fuck me hard." Such animality. Later they would go to Sandra's apartment. Meanwhile she pumped her sex and ass against Jen's long fingers and came hard again and again. What a thrill it was. Under the stars with her dream lover.

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