Domination/submission

Wendy and Miss West iv

This is just a quick one. There will be more soon…
The second night of Wendy’s employment had ended after she had French kissed each and every ladies vagina and anus. The ladies had left Miss West’s office to leave the employer alone with her young employee.
Wendy was untied by Miss West and allowed to dress in front of her.
Miss West then told her she wanted to take her shopping for clothes. Instead of meeting at the office Wendy was to be outside the shopping mall on Thomson Street at 7pm. Wendy knew the mall well. She had window shopped there a lot. It was quite an exclusive mall with mainly expensive ladies clothes shops.
They met outside at the agreed time.
They walked into the first clothes shop on Miss West’s itinerary. Wendy excitedly gazed at the array of clothes. Most were way out of her normal budget but she knew tonight that didn’t matter! She brushed past racks of clothes running her fingers along the fabric as if it were a piano. She went from one rack to the next getting giddier and giddier. She picked up a long flowing dress, held it to her body and skipped to a full length mirror to admire herself.
Miss West watched Wendy in her excitement and enjoyed the child in her. She looked like a kid in a sweet shop. Miss West almost felt guilty that she was soon going to spoil her fun.
Wendy hooked the dress back and went to another dress that took her fancy. Miss West approached her and took her by the hand.
“Oh, Miss West, I love this shop! I have never seen so many nice things! I think that yellow dress with the black swirls is my favourite!” Wendy announced hurriedly pointing at the dress she had just held to her body.
“Yes Wendy, I’m sure it was very nice.” Miss West replied in a soft controlled voice. “I’m afraid you are forgetting Wendy that this is not about you. This is about me; and you doing what I want!”
Wendy’s heart sank as the excitement was taken from her so quickly. What did Miss West mean?! What was going to happen? Surely if we are out buying clothes for me it’s about what I want to wear!? Wendy thought to herself.
“Wendy, remember who you are and what you do for me!”
Wendy felt terrible. One moment she had been so happy that Miss West was going to buy her some nice clothes and now she was put in her place and reminded that she was just an employee to this wealthy women. She felt silly now that she had treated Miss West like a friend or even like her mum on a shopping trip!
Miss West let go of Wendy’s hand and instructed her to go to the changing rooms and remove every stitch of clothing and wait for her to bring something for her to try on!
Wendy blushed at being made to fell so small but remembered her duty.
“Yes Miss West, anything for you.”
She walked slowly to the changing area. There was a shop assistant stood near the changing room. What could she say to the young girl! Erm, I don’t want to try anything on but can I use the changing room! She had to think fast.
She approached the young girl slowly and nervously asked if it was ok if she waited in the changing rooms until her mum brought over some clothes she was forcing her to buy for a wedding.
The girl bought the lie and allowed her in with a friendly smile.
The changing area was large with mirrors all over. The actual rooms themselves were quite small with a tiny mirror that couldn’t be used to view a full outfit. That had to be done in the full length mirrors outside the rooms.
Wendy slipped into the furthest changing room. She pulled the curtain across and removed her clothes as instructed. She hung them up on the pegs provided and stood naked waiting for Miss West to return.
Would the shop assistant really believe that Miss West was her mum! What if Miss West said something to contradict her?!
Suddenly the curtains swung open. Miss West stood there next to the shop assistant! Both looked on at Wendy. Miss West looked on with a smile on her face as she saw Wendy’s embarrassment. The shop assistant looked on in shock as she saw the naked girl in front of her. She turned her head in embarrassment as Wendy used one hand to cup her vagina and one arm to cover her breasts.
Wendy let out a loud gasp as she squirmed whilst trying to cover herself up.
“Oh come on Wendy! We are all women, there’s nothing to be shy about!” Miss West said in a mocking voice.
Miss West had picked up several items of clothing, all of which she had given to the assistant to carry and hand to Wendy.
The assistant calmed down as she realised she had a job to do. She gave Wendy a polite smile and handed her the first item to try on.
Miss West had given the assistant strict instructions to hand one piece of clothing at a time to Wendy and had also asked if she could hang around and get any different sizes that might be needed. The girl, who worked on commission, was only to keen to help.
Miss West stepped back and took a seat outside the cubicle. Wendy dared to reach out to take the first garment from the young assistant, as she did, her breasts were exposed to the assistant and both girls blushed.
Wendy retreated behind the curtain to put on the clothes she had been offered.
“Wendy when you get it on I would like you to come out so I can see if it looks good on you.” Miss West talked loudly to Wendy. The shop assistant was still stood outside waiting to assist Wendy.
“OK.” Was Wendy’s reply.
“Excuse me Wendy? I said when you get it on I would like you to come out so I can see if it looks good on you.”
“OK!” Wendy said a little louder.
“Wendy!” Miss West almost shouted.
Wendy now knew that Miss West wanted her usual answer. How could she when there was the assistant just stood outside!
“Wendy!”
“Yes Miss West, anything for you.” Wendy eventually replied quietly.
The shop assistant looked shocked as she heard the reply! What was going on! Why would this girl call her mum Miss West!?
As Wendy took the clothes from the hanger she became weak with dread as she realised Miss West had only given her a blouse to try on! She was going to be naked on the bottom half and she had to leave the changing room and stand in front of this other girl! She put the blouse on and tried to pull it down to cover her bum and cleanly shaven vagina.
She gave a nervous cough before slowly pulling on the curtain. She left it half closed and remained in her small cubicle to allow Miss West to see her. The shop assistant could see her too and looked on and noticed how embarrassed Wendy looked.
“Come out so I can see you properly Wendy.”
There was a pause…
“Wendy?” Miss West enquired.
“Yes Miss West, anything for you.” Wendy whispered and gave Miss West a look of disgust at what she was being forced to do.
The young girl smiled as she realised Wendy was taking orders from this women. She could see how embarrassed Wendy was. She knew it wasn’t really her mum. She guessed it was either a very strict boss with a thing for her employee or maybe some weird kinky relationship. Either way it gave her twisted satisfaction to see this pretty girl squirm in her awkwardness.
Wendy left the cubicle as instructed. She kept her hands low and in front of her to try cover herself as much as possible.
“Wendy, put your hands by your side and walk up and down so I can see how it fits.”
Wendy acknowledged the instruction and did as was expected. She looked down as she walked past the assistant and quickly walked to the far end of the changing area and back again.
“No, take it off Wendy and try the next thing on, I don’t like that on you.”
Wendy felt uncomfortable with being told she didn’t look good in the blouse. She felt silly anyway but then to be told it didn’t suit her made her ordeal worse.
“Quickly Wendy! We don’t have all night!”
Wendy stepped into the changing room and took hold of the curtain.
“There’s no need for that Wendy. We have both seen you totally naked already. Leave the curtain open.
Is that OK with you?” Miss West aimed the question at the shop assistant.
“Yes of course.” She replied politely with a little smile on her face, as Wendy was made to feel even more silly.
Wendy removed the blouse and handed it to the girl. She took it and as she handed Wendy the second item she looked Wendy in the eye with an inquisitive look, as if to say; ‘what the fuck is going on here!’
Wendy looked down, knowing that the girl knew Miss West was not her mum!
The next item was a short dress. Miss West had deliberately chosen one which was not only small but also the wrong size for Wendy.
Wendy struggled to get the dress on. The young girl saw Wendy struggling and stepped forward to assist. The dress stopped so that Wendy’s upper thigh could still be seen. The top half was so tight that her breasts pushed hard on to the thin fabric, showing her nipples through it. The assistant did her job and managed to fasten the zip eventually. Her hands touched Wendy’s body as the pair of them pulled and heaved.
“Oh, well done.” Miss West clapped at the amusement. “Now take a stroll Wendy.”
“Yes Miss West, anything for you.”
Wendy walked very awkwardly in the exceptionally tight dress. As she walked the dress rode up so her entire private region was exposed once again. Wendy could feel herself on display but knew Miss West wanted it this way, so she didn’t attempt to pull it down.
The dress looked terrible on Wendy and it was hard for the assistant not to laugh at Wendy’s predicament.
Miss West could see the girl smirking and she liked this as she knew it would embarrass Wendy further.
Wendy was ordered to take off the dress. Which she did with the help of the assistant. Just as Wendy was being handed the third item Miss West noticed the shop assistants shoes.
“Ooh. Stop right there both of you!”
The assistant was shocked at how quickly she stopped and took notice of Miss West!
“Excuse me. Sorry, what’s your name please?”
“Rachel.”
“I love those shoes! Would you allow Wendy to try them on?”
The shoes were red leather with a thin strap across the front and a black high heel.
“Erm, they are my shoes and they are not for sale.” She replied.
“Please let her try them on.” Miss West held out a bank note for Rachel.
She saw the numbers, 50, printed in the top corner and quickly changed her mind!
“Oh, OK!” Rachel succumbed to the offer of money, as had Wendy.
She took them off quickly and as she handed them to Wendy. Miss West asked; “Please would you put them on for her?”
“Of course.” Rachel replied.
She bent down at Wendy’s feet and gently started to fasten her in to the first shoe.
Wendy felt quite uneasy at having this girl at her feet. Her head was only a foot or so away from her vagina.
What if she can smell me Wendy thought!
It wasn’t until Rachel had fastened the first shoe that she looked up at Wendy and suddenly realised herself how close she was to Wendy’s sex. She quickly looked back down at her task as she remembered she was dressing a naked girl. She had never been so close to another girls exposed vagina.
Rachel fastened the second shoe, stood up and took a step back, not daring to look at Wendy as she now blushed a deep red at being so close to Wendy’s nakedness.
“Ok Wendy take a walk around to see if they look good!”
She walked quite uneasily at first. Her first step almost took her to the floor in a heap. She managed to check herself and by the time she was heading back towards the two women she was getting used to them.
“Let’s try that again Wendy. Try to be a bit more elegant this time though!”
“Sorry Miss West.”
This time Wendy looked good. She moved with grace. Rachel became a little jealous at how good she looked in her shoes. The heels lifted her legs so Wendy’s already pert bum looked even harder and more toned. Her breasts jiggled firmly as she returned to her cubicle.
“Rachel what do you think? Does she look sexy in your shoes?”
Rachel paused for a long time before replying. She felt quite uneasy about commenting on what she thought of a girl she didn’t know.
“Erm, she looks great.” She replied shyly.
“Does she look sexy though!?”
“Yes…very.” Rachel replied uneasily as she thought about the commission she could earn from Miss West.
Wendy looked up sheepishly at Rachel’s comments. Their eyes met and held each others gaze for just a couple of seconds. They both knew the other was cute and sexy. Rachel was very curious as to what Wendy and Miss West were up to and Wendy felt quite sexy knowing this girl was watching her and thinking she was sexy!
“Wendy. That dress you really like. Do you really want it?”
“Oh Miss West it is lovely. If you would like me to have it then, yes.”
“OK. You can have it. Go and get it right now.”
“What, dressed like this?”
“Yes Wendy. Before I change my mind!”
“But Miss West there are lots of customers out there shopping. I can’t just go out there naked!”
“You have shoes on Wendy. Go now!” Miss West raised her voice.
“Yes Miss West, anything for you.” Wendy disappeared. She wanted the dress so badly and she wanted to do as she was told too. She was getting paid after all.
Miss West followed her out of the changing area. She wanted to see other peoples reactions and that of Wendy as all these strangers looked at her whilst being naked.
Wendy paused briefly as she got to the main shopping area. She quickly worked out the best route so she could use the racks of clothes to hide her naked body. She darted from one point to the next and went unnoticed to the far side of the shop. Wendy’s progress was being monitored by Miss West. She was slightly annoyed that Wendy hadn’t been noticed.
Wendy still had 10 meters to go to get to her dress. As she came out from behind a rack of clothes Miss West took her opportunity.
“HEY LOOK! LOOK AT THAT GIRL! SHE’S NAKED!” Miss West shouted and extended her arm to point. There wasn’t a person in the shop who did not hear her announcement.
Everybody looked at the naked girl running around the shop! Some pointed in amasement, some laughed and some tuted in disgust. One lady shouted “What are you up to! Cover yourself up you stupid little girl!”
Two men in there twenties pointed and laughed. One of them managed a wolf whistle.
Wendy froze in shock! There must have been 15 to 20 people starring at her. She felt stupid. She thought people must think she is either an exhibitionist or maybe a slut! She tried to cover her self the best she could.
The girl working behind the counter shouted; “Someone call security!”
Rachel was now watching the display. She didn’t want Wendy to be caught by security as she knew Wendy would be thrown out of the shop. How would she explain that Wendy had her shoes on? She knew if Wendy was thrown out she would loose a lot of commission too!
She shouted to the girl behind the till that she would deal with it. She summoned another assistant and asked her to help her.
The two girls approached Wendy and took an arm each. They frog marched her through the shop. They held her arms tight to control her, meaning Wendy could not cover herself at all. Wendy had goose bumps all over her body from the embarrassment. Her little nipples poked out hard and erect. She tried to squeeze her legs together to hide her labia from peoples view. Rachel deliberately didn’t take her the most direct route. She ensured Wendy was forced to walk close past people and in areas were she could be seen by everybody in the shop.
Miss West looked on as she saw what Rachel was doing. ‘Good girl!’ she thought to herself.
Wendy was horrified. She could feel strangers eyes on her body. There were young men starring at her gorgeous body and making comments on what they would like to do to her. Most of the people in the shop were female, mainly around Wendy’s age and a few years older. She felt so silly. She saw each and every one of them studying her body. Some of the girls smiled at Wendy and some just laughed. Wendy blushed but couldn’t help looking into their eyes to see if they were looking. To her dismay they were all looking!
Rachel guided Wendy towards the changing area and to her relative privacy.
She thanked the other assistant for her help and told her she would deal with it from here.
“Well done Rachel! That was fabulous!” Miss West praised her.
She then turned to Wendy. “Did you enjoy that little show Wendy!?”
“Yes Miss West, anything for you!” Wendy replied reluctantly.
Miss West and Rachel smiled at each other as Wendy blushed at her lie.
Miss West noticed Rachel was starting to enjoy Wendy’s torment. She decided to bring her down a peg or two, to make her a little uneasy.
“Rachel do you sell underwear?”
“Yes we do.”
“Could you go and get several pairs of knickers and matching bra’s please?”
She nodded and wondered off into the shop floor.
“Are you enjoying yourself Wendy?” Miss West wanted to make the most of this time alone with Wendy.
“Yes Miss West.”
“Then spread your legs for me!”
“Yes Miss West, anything for you.”
Wendy was stood just outside the cubicle and in front of Miss West. She spread her legs a little more than shoulder width apart and stood in silence while Miss West studied her naked body. Wendy still wore Rachel’s shoes which made the two women equal height.
“Lets see how much you are enjoying yourself shall we!”
Miss West maintained eye contact with Wendy as she reached down with her right hand and began to touch Wendy’s vagina. She cupped it at first and massaged it softly. Wendy was slightly damp at this sudden attention she was receiving from Miss West. Her expert fingers started to work her clitoris and soon Wendy’s juices were flowing freely. The two women looked at each other intently as Miss West excited Wendy. She swirled her fingers around Wendy’s little bud and ran her fingers up and down her slit to spread her juices. She occasionally slipped an index finger right up Wendy’s cunt. Wendy closed her eyes and breathed deeply which heightened her pleasure.
Their privacy was interrupted as Rachel returned with an array of underwear in various sizes and colours.
Miss West took a step back from Wendy leaving her there with her legs spread. The attention to her pussy had made Wendy loose concentration and it took her a moment to realise her pose. She quickly closed her legs as she noticed Rachel staring at her.
“OK. Lets see what you look like in this underwear Wendy!”
Rachel handed Wendy the first set of knickers and bra. They were white lace.
Wendy was looking forward to being able to cover herself at last. She quickly grabbed the lingerie but before she could start to put them on Miss West stopped her.
“I think it would be better if Rachel put those on for you Wendy.”
Wendy paused and first looked at Miss West and then at Rachel to see her reaction. Rachel looked at Miss West in disbelief.
“I don’t think I can do that!”
“Of course you can. You are a shop assistant and Wendy needs your assistance to get these clothes on. It’s your job to help and what’s more you will be earning a lot of commission from me this evening!”
Rachel was shocked at Miss West assertiveness. She found herself obeying her orders almost before Miss West had finished speaking.
She took the underwear from Wendy and once again bent down at her feet. She opened the knickers with both hands and offered them first to Wendy’s left leg. Wendy lifted her shoed foot and slipped it in to the opening. Rachel pulled them up to Wendy’s shin and then offered them to her right leg.
Once both feet were in Rachel lifted her body up, but remained on her knees. She nervously pulled the knickers up slowly over Wendy’s thighs. She couldn’t believe what she was doing!
Wendy now felt as though she had the upper hand on Rachel and it was here that felt silly. As Rachel pulled the knickers towards Wendy’s crotch she couldn’t help but take a quick look at Wendy’s vagina. Rachel blushed and looked away when she saw how damp it was! Eventually she managed to pull the knickers up to here waist. Holding the waist band she lifted it to the correct height on Wendy’s slim hips. She reached for the bra next.
“Ah ah! Could you please adjust Wendy’s knickers so they sit correctly!” Miss Wendy could see how hastily Rachel wanted to move on to the bra. However the knickers were slightly twisted and were not sitting perfectly around Wendy’s creases.
Wendy opened her legs slightly so Rachel could do as asked. From her kneeling position Rachel looked up and could see what she had to do. She knew she was going to have to put her fingers inside another girls knickers to pull them down, so they looked neat and tidy.
She was nervous at her task. She had never undressed or dressed another woman! She felt incredibly uncomfortable and her predicament was worsened as she looked up to see Wendy smiling down at her.
Wendy now felt she was in control and could see how exciting it could be. She began to understand why Miss West got such a kick out of being dominant.
Rachel reached out and carefully grasped the inside front of the knickers. She slid her fingers down towards Wendy’s crotch and pulled the thin fabric from Wendy’s vagina to reposition them. She re laid them softly onto Wendy’s vagina. She softly bit her bottom lip as did.
She then stood up and crouched down behind Wendy. She lifted the knickers again, this time from Wendy’s tight bum. As she re laid them she allowed her fingers to brush on Wendy’s soft skin. She was slowly becoming aroused and very curious.
Satisfied the knickers looked good she then took the bra and cupped it over Wendy’s breasts. She softly adjusted the shoulder straps, making sure she touched Wendy’s skin and then fastened the clasp. She was amazed by the softness of Wendy’s skin.
Wendy looked gorgeous in her bright red high heels and crisp white underwear. She walked around the changing room with a whole new confidence. She knew Miss West found her attractive and they had both seen each other in some very strange predicaments. Now she felt a change in the attitude between herself and Rachel. The early nervous tension was fading and the air was filled with sexual tension. If Rachel really didn’t want to be there they all knew she could just leave! This put Wendy at ease and she began to enjoy herself.
“OK. Now lets try another set of underwear.” Miss West decided. “Rachel, please carry on and assist Wendy.”
Rachel did not need telling twice. Wendy offered no help in undressing herself. She let Rachel do it all.
She stood in front on Wendy and reached right around her to unclasp the bra. There bodies did not touch but Rachel’s clothes brushed against Wendy’s sensitive skin and sent a shudder down her near naked body. She dropped the bra on the floor. She then reached to remove Wendy’s knickers. Rather than just getting hold of the fabric and pulling them down, she pushed her fingers under the waist band of the knickers and slid her hands down the smooth skin of Wendy’s hips and legs and the knickers followed.
Wendy let out a deep breath of pleasure as she felt the tender hands touching her skin.
Miss West smiled at the two girls bonding.
Rachel put on and took off two more sets of underwear onto her knew friend. Each time she did she allowed herself to touch Wendy a little more. She took time to ensure they were fitted correctly and touched Wendy in her very private places when she could. She touched her bum, her waist and her legs and put her fingers in further than needed when adjusting them. Each time she did she did it subtly. Wendy pretended she didn’t realise what she was doing and this allowed Rachel to think she was getting away with it unnoticed.
Miss West saw every move Rachel made. It reminded her of her first lesbian experience with her friend. It had happened many years ago with her best friend. They had ended up sharing a bed at her parent’s house. Miss West had pretended she was dreaming and started to stroke her friends body as she slept. Her friend, who was awake too, also pretended she was asleep and allowed herself to be touched. As her friend didn’t object Miss West had carried on. She pushed her hand under her friends pyjamas and felt her tummy and soft skin. She worked her way carefully towards her nipples expecting to be stopped at anytime. There was no objection from her friend and eventually worked down to her vagina. Neither of them spoke. They both pretended to sleep. Neither of them spoke a word and tried to keep their breathing shallow. Miss West played with her friends slit until she came. After she was finished both girls rolled over and fell asleep. They never spoke another word of it to each other. Miss West moved on to other girls after that night as her lesbian lust grew.
Seeing Rachel taking chances to touch Wendy brought a smile to her face.
“Rachel. What is your favourite type of under wear? What type are you wearing now?” Asked Miss West.
“Oh!” The question took Rachel by surprise. “Erm, I’m wearing a g-string at the moment.”
Rachel was wearing a tight skirt so the g-string ensured she didn’t have a panty line.
“Would you let Wendy try it on?”
Rachel was caught in the moment. Miss West didn’t know who was most surprised with Rachel’s reply.
“Sure.” She said easily. She was already turned on by dressing and undressing Wendy. The whole situation of Miss West dominating this young girl and seeing this fit girl naked and embarrassed made her want to experience more.
She slipped into the open cubicle, hitched up her skirt and pulled down her knickers with a wiggle of her bum.
She covered her legs with her skirt again and bent down to put the knickers on Wendy.
As she adjusted the knickers each woman had there own private thought about the two girls juices mixing on the thin fabric of the g-string. It was such an intimate act to share ‘dirty’ knickers Rachel thought.
Miss West approached Rachel. The three of them were very close to each other now. There faces at near equal heights.
“Rachel, are you aroused?” Miss West enquired.
“Yes, a little!” Rachel replied slightly embarrassed.
The women lowered there voices to a whisper.
“Would you like to kiss Wendy?”
A shy nervous smile appeared on Rachel’s face and a warm surge rushed between her legs at the question.
Wendy was excited too. She now found women attractive and Rachel was a beautiful young girl. She would love to be forced to do things with her she thought to herself. She listened in with anticipation.
“Yes.” Rachel said quietly.
Miss West pushed the two girls gently into the cubicle. They stood inches from each other. Neither of them spoke or touched. They waited for Miss West‘s instructions. They both had butterflies in their stomachs, Rachel’s legs were like jelly.
Miss West ran her hands through both of the girls hair simultaneously. Her hands came to rest at the back of their heads. She slowly forced their faces together. The girls steadied themselves by resting their hands on each others hips.
Their lips met softly. They took it slowly and barely made contact. Wendy bit gently on Rachel’s bottom lip and then sucked it tenderly. Rachel smiled and as her mouth opened Wendy explored it with her tongue. Their tongues pushed against each others as they massaged each others mouths. Their soft tongues whisped over each others and each felt the others breath on their face.
The kiss lasted less than a minute. Miss West looked on longingly at the site of two such pretty girls sharing an intimate kiss. Her loins became warm as she lusted over this new girl she had just met. She still thought Wendy was beautiful and a perfect employee but Rachel had something she craved. Maybe it was her pretty face or gorgeous figure. Maybe it was that she reminded her of herself when she was younger.
The kiss broke and both girls gazed into each others eyes. It had been Rachel’s first kiss with a girl. Wendy was now experienced compared to her new friend! Rachel’s face beamed. It was such a tender kiss she thought. Much softer than when she had kissed boys. Wendy had enjoyed it too. It had been nice for her to share a lesbian experience with somebody as naive as herself rather than with a dominant older women.
Miss West wanted more.
“Rachel, what else would you like to do with Wendy?”
Rachel, slightly flustered and worried about being caught by somebody, replied shyly;
“Nothing. I think I should get back to work.”
“Now, now Rachel, please don’t rush off just yet! Wendy, is there anything you would like to do to Rachel?”
Wendy now got her chance to make Rachel uneasy.
“Oh Miss West. I would love to do something with her!” Wendy looked Rachel in the eye and gave her a cute smile. She licked her lips seductively and pouted at Rachel.
Rachel blushed at being looked at like this by Wendy.
“I would love to kiss her again Miss West; but not on the lips…” She spoke softly now and almost whispered; “down there!” Wendy shifted her gaze momentarily towards Rachel’s lower half.
Rachel tried to step back in shock but the cubicle restricted her. She let out a quick, high pitched gasp at Wendy’s comment.
“Ooh yes. That would be lovely wouldn’t it Rachel?” Added Miss West.
“Err, no I don’t think so. I really need to get back to work!” Rachel spoke hurriedly and with panic. She became quite flustered.
“Well young lady how are you going to explain to your boss that Wendy is wearing your shoes and your g-string!” Miss West stated.
“Oh she must not find out! Please! Please can I just have them back?” Rachel panicked.
“Of course you can. Once you have turned around and hitched up your skirt!”
“Oh please don’t make me do that! I will do anything but that! I don’t want her to kiss me down there! I’m not a lesbian!”
“Well you have two choices. You either let her kiss you down there or I go and see your boss right now!”
“Oh please! I need this job so much! What would you want her to do to me?”
“I want you to turn and face the wall. Then I want you to hitch your skirt up above your bum. Then I want you to spread your legs a little. Then I want you to reach round and spread your bum cheeks so Wendy can see your tight little bum hole. On my command she will then French Kiss your anus!” Miss West spoke softly but with authority. It made Rachel feel as though she had no choice but to obey.
Wendy looked on with great pleasure as Rachel succumbed to Miss West’s power and then shrivel in fear and embarrassment at the thought of the inevitable.
Rachel was relieved she didn’t have to do the kissing down there but she really didn’t fancy a girl touching her privates like that. She didn’t want to go with another girl anyway and definitely not at work or while another woman looked on!
“Oh come on Rachel let’s get it over and done with! We don’t have all night!”
Rachel obeyed. She faced the wall. Struggled to get her tight skirt over her tight bum and then shifted her feet apart.
“Come on, let her see your anus Rachel!” Miss West mocked.
Slowly she placed her hands on her bum cheeks and spread them very slightly.
“Ok Wendy get on your knees and study Rachel’s little anus!”
Wendy, still wearing the g-string and feeling very turned on, bobbed down and perched on her knees with her face just inches from Rachel’s behind.
Wendy gazed at the little hole in front of her and Miss West gazed at the beautiful scene in front of her. One young girl about to have her anus mouthed by another girl for the first time and one girl about to taste yet another female. Miss West had high hopes for Wendy. She thought they had a good relation ship ahead of them, playing this daring role play and carrying out her fantasies in various locations and with various women.
Rachel stood in silence. She could feel two pairs of eyes staring at her in this intimate position. She felt humiliated and exposed. She froze waiting for that first touch from Wendy’s mouth. Although she was scared she had never felt so excited in all her life. She had a mass of mixed emotions and her vagina became wet and her little anus ached with anticipation.
“Wendy, kiss Rachel.”
“Yes Miss West, anything for you!”
The words of command and Wendy’s answer added to Rachel’s fear and she let out a gasp.
Wendy couldn’t believe how easy it had had been for Miss West to break Rachel and get her to agree to this!
Wendy placed her hands on Rachel’s and encouraged her to spread herself further. Rachel’s crevice opened and Wendy moved her mouth to Rachel’s hole.
She laid a couple of soft kisses around Rachel’s rim which caused the young girl to shudder at the sensitivity of her skin in such a private place. Wendy continued to kiss her rim and then started to flick at Rachel’s hole with her tongue.
Rachel couldn’t believe the sensation. She had felt nothing like it. She was so tender and sensitive and it was hard to deny how pleasurable it felt.
Wendy was soft at first. She built the pleasure up slowly. She moved in and out from the hole to the rim. Flicking and kissing.
Miss West also not wanting to get caught decided to speed things up a little. She laid her hand on the back of Wendy’s head and pushed her face harder into Rachel.
Wendy took the hint and began to vigorously French Kiss Rachel. She pushed her tongue hard and deep into Rachel and made the kiss sloppy. She slurpt at the tight anus with lips and tongue, sucking and probing.
Rachel began to rock her hips back and forth as the motion took her into a distant place. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip. She fought hard to make sure she didn’t let out a scream of pleasure. She thought pleasant thoughts. She tried to deny to herself what was really happening.
Wendy loved the taste of Rachel. She knew from her previous two nights work when a woman was enjoying herself. She thrived on making Rachel turned on. To break another girl in! To take a girls lesbian virginity! She lapped faster and harder and tugged at Rachel’s cheeks to get in deeper and deeper.
Miss West pushed harder on Wendy’s head as she too was taken by the experience. She had never seen Wendy so eager to please another woman. She was also impressed by Rachel. She appeared to be enjoying having a girl tongue her arse. She stroked Rachel’s face and smiled. To her surprise Rachel looked into her eyes and smiled back. She was almost in a trance as Wendy worked her into a frenzy.
Suddenly Miss West ragged the curtain closed and stood back from the cubicle. She coughed falsely and in a panic said “Come on Wendy chop chop!”
There was another shop assistant entering the changing area with another customer.
Wendy and Rachel realised at the same time what was happening! Rachel closed her legs and attempted to pull down her skirt. Wendy stayed on her knees and kept hold of Rachel’s cheeks. She quickly lifted a finger to her lips to gesture to Rachel to keep quiet.
Rachel froze. Wendy, much to Rachel’s astonishment, stopped licking her anus but gently laid kisses on to Rachel’s soft bum cheeks. She shook her head for Wendy to stop. Wendy looked up and smiled. She gave her a few more kisses and then stood up and slowly and quietly turned Rachel around to face her. Again she gestured for her to keep quiet. They could both hear the other people outside. Wendy moved in to kiss Rachel on her lips. Rachel pulled away. She put her mouth to Wendy’s ear and whispered.
“I thought you only did it because she forced you”?
Wendy copied Rachel and whispered in her ear.
“Yes. Normally I just do as I am told. But, but you are different. I think you are lovely!”
Rachel was stunned. She was flattered that Wendy found her attractive but nervous too at their predicament.
She did not pull away when Wendy tried to kiss her again.
They shared a slow gentle quiet kiss. Only they would know about it. It was such a loving kiss and the secret made it so sexy both girls thought to themselves. They broke the kiss and they stood there in silence and waited.
Rachel allowed herself to explore Wendy’s body with her eyes. She studied her face and neck line. Her shoulders and arms. Wendy had a perfect body and felt exhilarated to have had such an affect on this young girl.
Rachel’s gaze fell to Wendy’s breasts and her eyes circled Wendy’s nipples and then down to her tummy button.
Wendy took Rachel’s hands and lifted them slowly towards her. She placed them on her shoulders and slowly guided them down to her breast. Rachel caressed them and gently squeezed Wendy’s breasts. Both girls looked at each other and smiled shyly.
At that moment Miss West coughed again and tugged on the curtain. The girls moved fast and managed to pull away before Miss West could see their touches.
“OK. I think it’s time we left Wendy. Rachel, thank you very much for your time. We will take three of the dresses Wendy liked. Could you get three different colours please. We will also take two sets of each of the sets of underwear Wendy tried on.”
“OK. Erm, what about my shoes and erm, underwear?” Rachel asked nervously.
Miss West leaned in and whispered to Rachel;
“You may take Wendy’s shoes for now. If you would like yours back you may call around at my house to pick them up next weekend! I will give you my address. As for the g-string, I’m sure you’ll agree it looks so good on Wendy!”
Rachel smiled and disappeared to pick out the clothes Miss West had asked for.
Un be known to Miss West Wendy had heard what she said. She felt strangely jealous. Rachel had only just met Miss West and already she was being invited to her house! Wendy had never been invited and she had known Miss West for two days now!
“Wendy, put on this dress.” Miss West handed Wendy a dress that she had not tried on yet. It was exceptionally short and tight. Wendy, still in the cubicle slipped the dress on and checked herself out in the full length mirrors outside. The dress was so short you could see the bottom of her bum cheeks as she walked. She picked up the clothes she had arrived in and followed Miss West to the check out. People stopped and stared as the couple walked through the shop. Some stared as they recognised the ‘naked’ girl and some stared at the shortness of the dress!
Rachel met them at the checkout, scanned the dress Wendy was wearing and bagged up the remainder of the clothes. Miss West paid for the goods and slipped a card to Rachel with her home address on.
Miss West and Wendy left the store and Wendy continued to feel tense as peoples eyes fell on her ridiculously short dress.
It was almost time for the ladies to depart. They did a little more window shopping and chatted freely.
At 10pm Miss West turned to Wendy.
“That’s it. Times up. Are you ok to make your own way home?”
“Yes Miss West.”
“Wendy next week I am working away from home so I will not need your services.”
Wendy felt almost disappointed. Not only did she need the money but she almost liked being Miss West’s play thing.
Miss West continued. “Instead I wonder if you could come to my house next weekend?”
Wendy didn’t hesitate. “Yes Miss West, anything for you!” Wendy’s weekends were precious. She worked to earn money to spend at the weekend. Her main reason to go out was to look for a boyfriend. But now, with her body being used as a toy by Miss West and her friends, the need for a boyfriend faded. She was living a sexual fantasy well beyond her belief.
She couldn’t wait for next weekend…..and didn’t Miss West ask Rachel to call round to pick up her shoes….?

Read 59120 times |
Rated 86.2 % |
(237 votes)

Vote list (Close) :

Please rate this text:   

In his absence

Wrote this one a while ago. I typically like my stories to get right to the good stuff, lol, so having all this character lead in is something I’m not overly familiar with. Never had this happen to me personally, so not sure how realistic it is, but it seems like it has possibilities!

Not the Sex I Was Expecting

It was way back in the pre-digital age and I was an eighteen year old senior, a very horny eighteen year old senior at that. Fortunately I had a release. There was a girl at

Putting a Mouth to Work

Hey all,
This really is my first time writing and posting. Any advice, feedback, suggestions, sexy smoke signals, or other messages, are totally welcome!

The Spanking

Hey all!! Thanks for being patient with me! Sorry for the hiatus, lots of shit going on. Life altering shit in fact. So until I get back to David and the girls, a little something to let you know I’m still here. Peace, Vyper

Welcome Home (Pt I)

A young lady waits eagerly for her porn star boyfriend to return from Italy, so that she can give him the ultimate ‘welcome home’ present… He has something different in mind.

Welcome Home (Pt I)

A young lady waits eagerly for her porn star boyfriend to return from Italy, so that she can give him the ultimate ‘welcome home’ present… He has something different in mind.

Birthday Dinner

It was david’s birthday.
Unlike regular birthdays, which came with presents, cake, and maybe a party, david’s birthdays only meant one thing: a brief reprieve from his daily duties and, perhaps more importantly, his mistress’s seemingly innumerable perversions. Today was his first break from Emma for 364 days, and to celebrate, she had made him dinner.
A whole steak (medium rare), mashed potatoes and some vegetables sat steaming on a plate on the edge of the dining table. It smelled amazing; saliva was building up at an almost uncontrollable rate in david’s mouth. It wasn’t often he was allowed to eat so much in one sitting – in order to keep his ass clean, Emma kept in place a harsh meal and enema schedule, which involved plenty of roughage, and plenty of deep, oily enemas.
Emma was sitting at the table in casual attire: a pink singlet, jeans, and white socks. Her shoulder-length blonde hair wasn’t tied up in a tight, cruel bun like usual – today it was just as free as david. Her sharp features, however, remained. Even the light smile she wore didn’t do much about those. david himself was in jeans ans a plain white t-shirt – the only plain clothes Emma kept for him. Everything else was leather or latex.
david was standing in the doorway, staring at the food. Emma giggled a little.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked, with a grin.
Habit kept david from doing much without being prompted by his mistress. “I was waiting, m-” Emma had told him at the beginning of the day that he wouldn’t need to say the word “mistress” after saying anything to her – another habit he found hard to break. “I was waiting.”
“Nonsense,” she said, standing up. “It’s your birthday.” She beckoned to him.
He walked to the table, entranced by the aromas coming from the plate. He was about to pull out a chair before she spoke again.
“Stop.”
He froze immediately – another habit.
Emma drifted over to david, and placed a hand on his stomach. She caressed his belly a little, then put her face to his ear, and whispered, “Take off your clothes.”
david did so as fast as he could. He pulled the baggy jeans off clumsily, nearly tripping over, but still, he never took his eyes off the food.
“Now,” said Emma, sitting back down. “I’ve been thinking about what to get you for your birthday for quite some time, and it’s only just occurred to me what I think you’d really like.”
“What’s that?” asked david.
Her voice came down like a whip. “What’s that, mistress.”
david gulped. “What’s that, mistress?”
“An extra day of servitude, slave. I don’t want to waste a day each year pandering to some kind of normality. I want to control you, to humiliate you, to degrade you every single hour of every single day.”
She paused, allowing david a moment to respond. He said nothing.
“And it came to mind that that’s just what you want as well, isn’t it?”
“Yes, mistress,” he said.
“That’s good. Now, cum on your birthday dinner.” She smirked.
david’s heart sunk. “Mistress, I-”
“Cum on your dinner, slave”
david didn’t think twice. He started jerking his half-erect cock, whilst Emma looked on in evident glee. He felt his face turn red as his cock grew more and more erect until it was fully engorged.
“Cum,” said Emma.
The command triggered an intense rush of pleasure in david – it rippled all through his body and ended on the tip of his cock. Like any good slave, he had been trained to cum on command. In the brief moments he had, he pointed his dick at the plate, before spurting his cum all over it. Four, five, six, seven pulsing waves of sticky, white semen were sent onto the food – and as the pleasure drifted from his cock, david realized what had to happen next.
“Now sit,” said Emma, getting up again.
“Yes, mistress,” said david, and he drew the seat from beneath the table. He was surprised to see a large butt plug, sitting at its center. The reason he was surprised was because his eating schedule had not been in effect all day, meaning nothing would be going up his ass without getting dirty. He suspected that Emma didn’t really mind about that, however.
“I want you to sit on it,” she said. “I’m going to fetch some things, and when I come back, that thing better be all the way up, and you better be tucking in to your creamy birthday dinner.” She strutted from the room.
david didn’t hesitate. He quickly probed his ass with a finger to gauge its tightness. Today was also the first day of the past year during which he was not required to wear his training plug – something that had caused his anus to tighten back to a regular level. He bent down hastily, and took the 1.5-inch-wide black plug in his mouth, spitting up as much saliva as he possibly could. To his confusion, his tongue found a small hole at its top – he continued, however, not one to let curiosity stop his task. He made sure to spit out a little extra saliva to ensure that it would go in on the first try – he wouldn’t be able to go ass-to-mouth today.
When it was satisfactorily lubricated, he sat on it. Although his asshole was tighter than usual, it opened just as fast as usual, welcoming the invader just as it had been trained to do. david let out a small groan as it slid up him, filling up his insides, which he suspected were already somewhat crowded. He passed the widest part of the plug, and the rest of it popped up into him, attaching him to the chair.
Not wanting to disappoint Emma, he pulled the plate toward him. The cum was thick and ropy, and was drizzled across most of the plate. There was no avoiding it, so he picked up the cutlery an cut himself a bite-size portion of the steak. It was pink in the middle, and released a peppery aroma as he sawed. A generous dollop of cum sat on the top, and was starting to drizzle over the side. He rammed it into his mouth before it could drip off, and started to chew.
The meat separated in his mouth, and the cum clung to itself and his teeth, coating them in that familiar, salty glue. The steak, he figured, was great, but it was hard to taste over the rich, warm cum. He swallowed, then licked the remaining semen from his gums and teeth. He shoveled some mashed potato onto his fork – at least he could swallow this all at once, cum and all, and hopefully not have to experience the bitterness. He brought it to his mouth and gulped it down. Not bad, but a little cum did end up stuck to the back of his throat.
“I’m baack,” sang Emma.
david turned, chewing some more cum-steak. Emma was holding a large metal stand, upon which hung a large enema bag, filled with…something. She placed it next to david.
“Are you enjoying your meal?” she queried.
“Yes, mistress.”
“That’s good.” She started fiddling with the rubber tube that extended from the bag. “Well,” she barked. “Did I ask you to stop eating?”
“No, mistress,” said david, who then hastily shoveled some more cum-covered potato into his mouth. He felt something under the chair, and figured she must be plugging the tube into the bottom of the plug – why else was the hole there?
Emma stood up, holding a large bulb in hand. The bulb was connected by a separate tube to the underside of the chair. “I have some birthday surprises for you,” she said, grinning. “Two, to be exact.”
david knew he didn’t need to say anything, and, to appease his mistress, cut a piece of steak that had on it an extra-large puddle of cum. He chewed that one slowly, ignoring the liquid as it spread through his mouth.
“The first,” she said, and squeezed, making the butt plug inflate slightly.
david struggled not to gasp and to continue chewing his food.
“Mmm. Did you like that?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Good. Would you like another?”
“Yes, mistress,” came the reply.
She squeezed again, and david felt the rubber push up against the sides of his anal cavity. The plug was getting taller and wider, all at the same time. She squeezed again, and again, and again, until david felt like his ass couldn’t give anymore – and then she squeezed again, and david squeezed his eyes shut, trying to ignore the pain. It felt to be the size of a large fist – and david should know, because he’d experienced Emma’s clenched fist up his ass on numerous occasions, and her hand was, thankfully, quite small.
“Aww, I thought you were enjoying that,” said Emma, with another giggle.
david tried to correct himself out of fear of punishment. “No mistress, I-”
“Shut up,” said Emma. “Now, would you like your second surprise?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“I thought you might. Unlike the first surprise, this one isn’t actually a thing, like that lovely plug stuck up your hole. It’s a piece of information. See that mashed potato you’re enjoying?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Not only is it filled with your – delicious, I’m sure – cum, but it’s also filled with a special ingredient – laxative. Which means, in a few minutes from now, I suspect, you’re going to start feeling the need to expel everything from your ass – and that’s not just because of the lovely mineral oil enema I’m about to give you. Isn’t that wonderful?”
“Yes, mistress.” david could feel it coming on already – a deep heavy feeling in his stomach, moving down towards his ass in pulses.
Emma did something under the chair, and david felt warm liquid start to fill his ass. He groaned out loud, uncaring of the possible repercussions. The bag, he now noticed, was extra large – it would take a while before he’s taken it all, and he would have to take it all, because that was one of Emma’s many rules.
Emma sat down, across from david. “How does it feel?”
“Wonderful, mistress,” said david, through gritted teeth.
“That’s good. Now, the choice is yours when you want me to remove the plug and fetch you a bucket. You can dump your insides just as soon as you finish dinner!” Emma laughed.
david stared down at the half-finished meal, constantly aware of his rapidly-filling insides and the overwhelming feeling of needing to expel their contents.
“Just make sure you get hard again, though,” said Emma, getting comfortable. “Because I bought a cake for you as well.”

Read 15765 times |
Rated 86.4 % |
(44 votes)

Vote list (Close) :

Please rate this text:   

My Indian Fiance 2

Here’s the second chapter of my story. The back story of how we met is actually true, in case anyone’s interested. Maybe this one might get some actual feedback via comments. I hope. Thanks for reading!

A Risky Night Out

A couple goes out for a romantic dinner. One of the partners tease the other and they go back to their apartment for more than a few fucks. Enjoy 😉

Emotionless

Ed is waiting for his girlfriend Laura for a date. They have planned this as a milestone of their relationship but perhaps she is not as excited as he is.

Liz the milf

My wife and I looked like any other couple on the outside. Young and in love, but it was what we did behind close doors that made us special.
We lived on the outskirts of town on a wooded lot. My wife Zoe worked a hair salon and I work from the house with my own website building/ IT company. Now my wife fine, 5’5” 100lbs 34c short spiky black hair, and any man would dead to be with her. But it was her and mine dark fetish that set us apart for the rest.
You see my wife looks to watch me with other women, but now just any one, older hot “MILFs”. She loves picking these women up at clubs or bars and sometimes even at work; and bring them home to me. She loves to sit off to the side and watch me fuck them hard, and play with herself as I have my way with them. I never did know why she enjoyed it so much, but I had no problem fucking all these ladies.
Zoe had a taste of who she wanted to watch and would ask me what I like too. She love the “my husband doesn’t do it for me any more” type and for me I loved the ones who have had some kids and couldn’t get back to the shape they were in when they got married. I don’t know why, but I like the ones with a little weight but nothing on the lines of being fat; and they all love me. Most would tell me that their husbands where nowhere near the size that I am, or had the sex drive to go as long as I did. Now I never thought of myself as being an alpha dog by any means, but I have something that most guys don’t; a ten inch very thick cock. It just drives them crazy when they get it out and they relies that they are going to be sore in the morning.
Another thing we like to do, that at first I didn’t think the women would enjoy, is the have them submit to my will’ and do as a tell them to do like a little sex slave. I love having them wear only a pair of high heels and a dog collar. To lead them around our house like my pet and have them do what I tell them to do, on the rule of if they don’t a punishment would be in order to make sure they listen to the boss.
I believe that these women are so sexily frustrated from not getting enough at home from their husbands or the kids take up all their time. That when Zoe brings them here, they just let it all go and hang on for the ride.
So it was a Friday afternoon when I got a call from my wife, telling me that she was going out of town with her mother and sister for the weekend; and that she lined up a surprise for me when I got home. I had been out all morning running around taking care of things that I pushed off for too long. I started to think of what she had in mind and then she told me that when I got home to read the note in the kitchen first. She told me that she would be back Sunday night and to enjoy myself and then said good bye and hung up. I was standing in line at the bank, waiting for the next affable teller. Now I was feeling like a little boy on Christmas Eve that could fall a sleep thinking of what he would get in the morning. It has been a wild since we did some of our crazy things and I started to think of what she had planed for me at home.
I drove home right after the bank, skipping the last few things I need to do; thinking that they could wait till Monday. When I got home I drove into the garage and closed the door. I headed to the kitchen table and [i]started to read the note.
“Dear husband,
I wanted to give to some very special this weekend, being that I would not be home with you. I have a camcorder here and want you to film all the excitement of the weekend. There is a lady upstairs waiting for you, and is all yours for the weekend. You can do what you like to her; she’s up for anything and told me the hotter and better. You can be full on dominated to her if you like. She said that she would love to have you control her fully. This is up to you, but I know you will be wonderful what ever you do. [/i]
Love your wife”
I couldn’t wait, a woman in my house and I have complete control over her. I picked up the camcorder and headed to the bedroom. When I enter the room, it was quite and clean. The bed was made and the room was empty. I looked around to see this mystery woman and she was nowhere to be seen. I walked into the master bath and nothing. I turned around to head out of the room; down that may be my wife was playing a game on me. I was at the door about the leave when I stopped and thought to myself about one more place to look. I grab the knob of the closet door and turned it and open. There in the dark was a sexy little woman maybe in her early forties, kneeling down with a pair of red high heels and silk panties to match. She had on a silk blindfold and was kneeling there quite as could be. She didn’t even raise her head when I opened to door; just looking forward as if nothing was going on. I looked down and turn the camera on.
“Speak only when spoken too.” “Do as I tell you do to, and you will enjoy all that you receive.”
“What is your name” I asked. “Elizabeth, sir” she replied. “I will call you Liz for the time you are here, and I do like the sir part.” “You can refer to me as that only” I told her.
Next I had her stand and walk out of the closet and stand still as I looked her over from head to toe. I then asked her why she was here and why she wanted what I was going to do and give to her this weekend. She responded by telling me that she was a client of my wife’s at the salon and that she told Zoe how her husband left her for some random college bar slut a couple of years ago and took the house. She told me that had twins young and after the divorce she and her two kids moved in with her mother. Now that her kids where in college she was leave with her mother that was not fun at all. So the last couple of years she has been by herself and with not getting a chance to find a man has left her to pleasure her self at night and never really getting off.
She looked very good for her age and for the fact that she had two kids. She had a little tummy and so meat on her tights, but what she did have was a great ass. I told her that she didn’t have to worry about not getting off; that she did have to worry of not have the energy to keep going through the weekend with me. I asked here one more question of how far she was willing to go. She told me that she loved a little pain, but really wanted a real man to give her attention and to man handle her in an exotic sexy way. “Nice” was all I said.
I walked over to my dresser were I kept a lot of my toys for women like this. I pulled a dog collar and lease and walk back to Liz. I handed to collar to her and told her to put it on. I always loved tell the woman to put is on their self because the look they have as they realizes what it was and what I was now turning them into. This time Liz wouldn’t be able to see that it was a collar and would have to feel it more to figure it out. Liz felt the collar and after she found that it had a buckle and was only long enough to fit around her neck, she smiled and placed it on. After I attached the lease to the collar and told her to get down on all fours and to remain there till I say different. I lead her to the master bath. I told her that I have been running around all morning and that I wanted to be cleaned up. I instructed Liz to undo my pants with only her mouth and to pull down the pants and boxers again with only her mouth. She did as she was told and didn’t have any trouble completing the task. Next I told her that was to start with my balls and clean them with her mouth, and to keep cleaning till I told her that they were clean. I love to have my balls sucked on, I think I may love it more than a blow job. There is just something about women sucking my ball that make the master/slave feel came to life. Most women suck dick all the time, but to suck and on the balls without using a hand to raise the cock up, and have to go under the get to the balls is truly awesome. Without a moment wasted, she lowered her head and sucked in the balls and went at it. Now I keep myself completely shaven down there. I feel that with no hair, the feel of sex is ten times greater. So as Liz was sucking on my balls I filmed the event from my point of view and from the sides. I couldn’t tell if Liz knew I was filming her, but I think she could have cared less. I got so good footage for Zoe; knowing she was going to masturbate to this. With the other hand I ran it through her long brown hair. From the angle I was at I could see her little bush, and could see it getting a little moist. I told her to move to the cock and to remember no hands. Liz pulled her head out from under the shaft and started to put her red lips around my cock. This is the first time Liz got to really know just how big my cock really was. She got about half way down and started to gag. I told her that she was to clean the whole cock and to drool too much because she would clean anything that fell to the floor. Again she pushed herself onto my cock and this time with her throat opening up; she got all but an inch into her mouth. I told her to hold for a moment with it in. I could see the muscles in her throat start to tense up, so I pulled out and told her to take a breath and reopen for so more cleaning.
As she bobbed up and down on my cock; I stepped out of my pants and removed my shirt. I told Liz to get as much of my cock is her mouth and not to lose any as I moved. I backed my way to the sink with Liz’s mouth all the way down on my cock, and ran the water. I grabbed a hand rag and wetted from the sink. I told her to stand and to wipe my body with rag. I had her do this to have her feel my body without seeing it first. I wanted to see her reaction to my chest and arms; the feel of my abs as she ran the rag across them. As she was doing this I could she that her pussy was getting wetter and tiny droplets of pussy juice was starting to drop from the hairs of her bush.
After she was done I had her get back done and crawl out of the bedroom and down the stairs.
Once down stairs I lead her out the backdoor and onto the deck grabbing a pair of chuffs on the way. I knew that she would have no ideal that no one would be able to see her, because our house was on a big plot of land surrounded by trees. When ever Zoe would bring women home she blindfolded them before leaving the city. So they would not know where we lived, this was to keep our secret life style a secret. Liz on the other hand didn’t know this. As a lead her outside, I saw her face change and realize that in her head that someone could see her. I told her to remove her panties and to stand, but to cover any part of her body. She did as she was told and stood there in the warm sun; I then place the chuffs on her so that I knew for sure that she couldn’t cover herself. I turned and went back inside to watch her and see if she would break down knowing that she was now in the view of anybody outside. I place the camera on a tripod and went to get all the things I would need for the next bit of fun. After a couple of minutes some small animal made a noise and Liz thought it was somebody. To see her tense up if to have somebody looking at her got me going. I opened the door and ask her if she was enjoying herself here and replied was a sweet little yes. I asked her before we continue is there anything I could get her or that she needed; I added that this may now happen again so be careful of what you want because you only get one thing. Liz thought for a moment and asked if she could use the bathroom, which she really had to go. I said sure, but pets don’t get to go inside and lead her off the deck to the grass. Liz knew that if she was going to take this chance and go that she would need to do it outside. I went back to the house and grab the camera, not wanting to miss any of this. When I got back Liz was squatting down and spreading her knees giving me a great view of her bush. This was the first time I got a full on view of Liz’s pussy. I could see that her bush was thick and it went back to her asshole and a little on the cheeks. I know that would change soon, but enjoyed the show as she started to piss on the grass. I never could get the other women to fully submit to me, but with Liz it was like she needed to have me tell her what to do even it was taboo. She was going for a lease a minute or two forming a puddle on the ground. After she was done, she thanked me for being so kind and letting her go.
I had her stand and walk to the deck so that she would miss the spot of piss, and that her hands were still behind her back. I got Liz in the house and lifted her on to the island in the kitchen. It was a perfect height for me to continue with the fun I was having. I place a pair of ankle chuffs on her and attached them to the ones on her wrist. This gave me the best view and access to her pussy.
“Have you ever shaven you pussy Liz?” “No” Liz responded. “Well you see, I don’t like hair because it gets in the way and things stay in it” I told her as I ran me two fingers through her piss soaked pussy, and put them in her mouth for her to clean. Liz licked the piss from the fingers without me saying a word.
“Well I’m going to fix that”
And with that I took the trimmer and started to shave the hair from her pussy. The vibrations of the trimmer must have hit the right spot, because Liz started to more her ass around.
“WHACK!” My hand came down on her pussy hard. Liz almost jump off the table, but didn’t dare say a word.
“Did I tell you that you could move?” “Do you want me to cut you?”
I continue to shave the hair, this time without her more at all. Next I put the shaving cream all over her pussy and down back to her asshole. I shaved her clean and wash off the extra cream with a rag.
“Now that is a sexy pussy.” Her pussy was so very nice, with a pair of nice big lips with a little tint of brown that you would just love to suck on. Her pussy stayed open a little so you could see in to the sweet pinkness of the vaginal opening, and her moist clit was cover by the hood was the size of a pencil eraser. I pulled on her lips and you could see her pussy getting wetter and wetter.
I went around the table to her head and moved her that it was hanging off the edge. I told her to open and push my cock deep into her mouth as far as I could. I place a hand on either side of her head and proceeded to face fuck her as hard as I could. With her hands and ankles tried together, there was not much Liz could do, but relax her throat and allow my cock to enter. I was getting my whole cock into her mouth and she started to gag a lot, and start to vomit up saliva covering her face. I rammed it in a few more times and blew my load right down her throat. I kept fucking her face till my cock was totally soft and removed it. I told her not to move and went around and undid her hands and ankles but kept the chuffs on. I had her sit up and removed the blindfold; for the first time I looked into her eyes and she saw the man who was control her every whim. Liz had these nice green eyes that you could look into forever. I thought to myself at that moment “what was wrong with her dickhead of a husband.” To leave her, this beautiful woman, and run off with a slut was besides me.
“Now don’t clean any part of your body till I tell you to” “I’m hungry and you are in the kitchen, I hope you know what to do.” With that I walked into the den and sat down to watch TV.
I was in watching TV when Liz appeared at the doorway with a plate and a cold beer. I knew she was good looking, but smart too that was a bonus. She walked over to me and I told her to hand me the plate and beer and get down on all fours in front of me. I used her back as a table to rest my food. I told her that if she made my drink or food to spill that a punishment would be in order. I lend back and rested my feet on her ass as I ate my sandwich, and drank my beer. Liz never moved a muscle and finished my stuff and had her bring the plate and bottle to the kitchen and return.
As she crawled back into the den I could help but notice just how sexy this MILF was. I had her sit in front of me and for her lunch; I had her remove the dry cum from her face and eat it. Next I had her suck on my balls once again as I watch a little more TV. I ran my fingers through her hair and took a couple of peaks at her ass. Once I was fully hard I ask her if and when did she ever had a cock in her ass. Liz told me that not since she was a young college student did she have anal. I told her to move to the center of the room and get her ass as high up in the air as she could. I took a riding crop and hit her on the ass a little, to get her into the prefect location. Next I had her suck on my fingers and got them cover with saliva; next I took my two fingers and pushed them into her ass. She was right, she was tight but that would change. I started to push in and out of her ass. She let out a little moan of pain, but said sorry sir for specking without my permission. I let her go knowing that soon she would be screaming out in what I had I store for her.
I got to the back of her and lined my cock up with her rosebud. I pushed in and Liz let a loud scream out, because of the size of my cock in her tight ass. I smacked her on the ass cheek and let my cock sit in her to have her ass relax to continue to take my cock. After a moment I started to fuck her ass hard. As I would drive it in and hit her cheeks, you could see them bounce forward and then back. It was a great site to see. I fucked her hard to about ten to fifteen minutes and pulled from her ass. I spun her around and pushed my dock into her mouth. She took to it and started to suck on the whole shaft. I went back to her ass and continue to fuck as hard as I could. I had her reach back and spread her cheeks apart and pulled my dick from her ass. Liz’s ass was starting to grape for the size and force of me fucking it. I spit into the hole and push my cock back in. I then had her move to the side of the couch and position her self so she had her ass in the air and I could look down at her face. I would take turns fucking her ass and have her suck on my cock. I kept her spreading her ass cheeks and this made for an awesome view into her ass. I told her to hold her ass open with one hand and start rubbing her freshly shaved pussy with other. As I was fucking her ass, she rubbed her pussy and was biting her bottom lip. I was close to cumming but was going to hold out as long as I could.
“Sir” “Sir” cried Liz.
“Yes”
“Can I please cum sir” “I needed to cum badly, sir” Liz asked.
“Yes you may” I told her.
And with that she screamed out and started to squirt juice all over herself. I have only seen this down in pornos before and didn’t think that women could really do it. Liz continued to squirt out what looked like buckets of pussy juice. This pushed me over the edge and I pulled from her ass and shot my load down onto her face and tits. For me shooting a load already, this load was much bigger then the first. I covered her face and had some on her tits and in her hair.
After she was done, I had her place the blindfold back on over the cum because was taking her back outside and I didn’t want her to know let that no one could see her from the back. Once outside I used the back garden hose to clean her off. Once she was good and clean I attached her collar to a lease attached to the deck and told her to dry out here in the sun and stay on all fours till I come and get her.
I walked back in and grab the camera, it was about full. So I changed out the disk and position it to watch over Liz as I went up stairs to clean myself and think of more thing to do with this naughty little MILF…
To be continue.

Read 33660 times |
Rated 86.5 % |
(74 votes)

Vote list (Close) :justinc54
: POSITIVE

Please rate this text:   

a life of service 6

hey … round six …leading in a new direction .more comments… let me know what u think
He held her by the pony tail with his left hand as he used his right hand to click through the photos he had on his phone which he held above her head where she could not see them. He sat comfortably on his couch in the living room as Sandra knelt between his legs.
She wondered where he got these panties from. They where small on her. They looked like a girls panties. But she obeyed with out question when he told her to put them on. She was not surprised that when she joined him in the living room he merely grabbed her hair and forced feed her his hard dick. Sometimes she could cum from him just using her mouth. It made her hot that he used her throat for masturbation. She sometimes liked begin diminished to nothing more then a hole for her master to cum in.
The panties hugged her cunt tightly which gave her camel toe. They gripped her ass cheeks. They had mascara on the inside of them from when he had put them over K’s tear soaked face. He had told her that this is what made Kate crack and that was that, but now that she had them on and he was watching something on his phone that clearly turned him on she knew there was more to it.
She rubbed his cap on the inside of her cheek as she stroked his shaft. It would not be long now she tasted his bitter precum. She pulled him out of her mouth to lick his shaft but he just forced it back in deeper now. She felt his cap on her tonsils. She heard him talk dirty but she could not tell if it was to her or the video. She felt the hair on the back of her head pulled and she slid his shaft out of her mouth. With out even looking down at her he told her ….
“Slap you’re self in the face with it”
She slapped him on her tongue and lips and her rubbed his spit soaked rod all over her face making a mess of herself for his enjoyment but he never even looked down at her, he just watched the videos on his phone.
“Master” she begged “fuck me please I need you’re…….”
“Shut up. Use your mouth for something useful” he cut her off
She felt him force his dick into her throat back and forth roughly and quickly she tried to fight back but he only used her harder. He crammed his cock all the way, her face pressed in to his belly. She could feel his sac on her chin. She tried to move her head back, from side to side to try and get some air as he suffocated her. She felt as if she was going to be sick when he pulled her head back and stood up. Still with a hand full of her hair he pulled her to her feet and then forced her back down and bent her over the coffee table. He let go of her hair and placed his hand on the side of her face as he pressed her head onto the coffee table. She could hear him breathing fast as he stroked himself off. She could feel the hot cum as it soaked through the panties on to her asshole. She felt his dick on her ass as he rubbed it on the panties getting all his guck out on her. She could feel him move the panties over as he forced his full length into her clenching asshole. She could feel it as it dilated to 4 times its size to accommodate his girth. She felt her anal cavity stretch into her guts to welcome his length. She felt pain then she felt bliss. Then she felt him pull out of her and pull off the panties roughly as she laid limp on the coffee table as he left her and headed for the bedroom. Then she felt shame.
Sandra woke late Sunday morning. She rolled over to cuddle with her man but he was not there. He must be up already she thought. She sat up in bed holding the blankets over her lovely figure as she looked out the window. The sun shined its warmth on her body, hair wild and crazy. He always told her that she was so beautiful in the morning. She climbed out of bed then and walked naked to downstairs for a little Sunday morning loving. Strangely he was not in the kitchen. Maybe he was in Kate’s room. She went back upstairs.
Master had moved her out of the pit to the upstairs when she began to be more inline with his ways. But she was still under lock and key at night and when he wasn’t home, but she had a bed and bathroom and all the comforts of life. It had been the same for Sandra. Soon she will be free to wonder as she pleases.
When Sandra got to the door unlocked it and went in. No one was there but she heard the shower and head to the bathroom. She called for Kate and heard her call Sandra in. Sandra just climb in the shower with Kate and was sad to see she was alone. Kate kissed her good morning and began to wash her all over. Kate had definately taken a liking to Sandra. The two had become very close in always.
“Where is he“Kate asked Sandra?
“I don’t know I thought he was here with you, He’s not home I guess” Sandra answered
“What should we do today then” Kate asked
“I have an idea” Sandra whispered in Kate’s ear
For the hour and a half drive on that early Sunday morning their conversation flowed freely and brushed on many topics, mostly personal things about their lives. Kelly had wisdom beyond her years that he could enjoy. It was maybe eight in the morning and it was a lovely day as they pulled up to his cabin. It was small but lovely perched on a little forested hill. They stepped out of his car and up to the front door. He fiddled with the lock briefly but they where soon inside. He lit a smoke and turned to Kelly who removed her jacket to reveal a tight wool sweater which hugged her bust. He eyed her as she did this. She also made sure he got a good look at her ass as she bent over to unlace her boots. He needed to figure out a way into that tight teen snatch. Just as he thought that she turned to him, walked to him took the smoke from his hand and with her other hand grabbed his package
“I didn’t come here to ski I came here to get dicked” she said as she took her pull off the smoke.
He just smiled as he lowered his zip. Her hungry eyes flashed when she saw his impaler. He moved her then to the kitchen table were he laid her down on top of it and undid her pants. He went to her side then so he could kiss her while he slid his hand into pants and under her panties to massage her clit. Her tongue slid into his mouth and her hand went to his cock, to glide up and down his length. He turned her around then so that her legs were before him. He began to peal of her jeans and underwear to reveal her hairless smooth clam. He eat her there on the table. He licked and suck on her clit as she moaned in ecstasy. He slid his fingers in and up to her rough patch and stroke gently.
“Oh my god …. Fuck please… don’t stop.” She moaned.
He caressed her strong thighs. She was soaked and quivering ready for the taking but he was patient. He brought her close to orgasm and back a few times till she thought that she couldn’t take anymore and that’s when he stood suddenly and slid his fuck stick in her all the way. Kelly came so hard cuz of the sudden entry that her cum shot out of her onto him but she didn’t even notice. He placed her legs over his shoulders and began to pump away. The whole experience was just one big orgasm to her. And she loved it. In her ecstasy she pulled her sweater up over her tits for him to fondle, which he wasted no time in doing. Enjoying her huge jugs, bouncing all over as he rammed her.
“You can fuck me anytime, anywhere you want” she cried with her eyes closed and her mouth twisted in ecstasy. Her hands held his as he clutched her tits.
“Tell me the places you want me to fuck you and how you want me to fuck you” He asked her to see what she was made of.
Kelly was cleaver she knew what he wanted to here.
“I want you to fuck me in my dorm and in your car while I’m in my uniform. I want to suck your dick at the drive thru. I want you to dick me in front of the girls in my class. I want you to tie me up and have the camera on while you do it. I want to suck your dick while your friends watch our videos. I want you to fuck me while we watch videos of you fucking your girlfriend. I want to swallow your cum for money. I want you to fuck my tits right now”
He pulls out of her and climbs up on the table to place his rod between her hot tits. As she begins to fuck him with her tits she looks up at him and says “I’ll do anything you want for money….anything.”
He cums then as she tit fucks him, his load hitting her under the chin and pouring down here neck into her hair. She collects it with her hands and slides them all over her torso and strokes him with her jizz cover hands.
“I think you stand to make a lot of money” ….
Kate was drilling Sandra doggy style with her strap-on when Master entered her room. They where so busy fucking they never heard his calls. They froze and turned to look at him. Sandra smiled and said
“You were gone and I needed……”
“Good morning my loves. You both look so fucking hot right now don’t stop” He smiled at them as he opened the legs of the tripod and turned on the video camera that he had grab out of his bed room. “I’m going to sit and watch a bit before I join”.
Sandra began to pump herself on K’s strap-on. Kate had her by the hair and thumbed her in the ass. Sandra’s mouth was open as her eyes locked with his. “Fuck me harder” she begged. Kate gave her everything she had.
How beautiful a sight this was he thought, two perfect women fucking each other. Two perfect pairs of breast bouncing almost in harmony. The sound of two women fucking. He began to stroke himself after he found his place in the sofa chair in the corner of the room.
Sandra pulled herself off of K’s rod and stood before her. ”My turn” She said.
Kate removed the strap on and laid down on the bed ready for a fucking but Sandra had other plans. Sandra grabbed K’s hand and brought her before master.
“Clean it off before I fuck you with it” Sandra ordered. Kate complied, licking and sucking the strap-on clean.
Sandra ordered Kate to kneel before master, right at his lap. She did, still licking her toy. Sandra knelt behind her and reached for the strap-on, putting it on and slowly sliding its head between her lips. Kate moaned in pleasure as its length entered her. Sandra began to drill her, deep and slow, there tits bouncing in harmony
He stroked his rock hard shaft inches away from Kate’s face; he felt her hot breath on his sac. Sandra’s pace quickened as she knew Kate to be enjoying herself. Masters eyes were fixed to Sandra’s awesome breasts. He thought of the teenager he had just fucked that morning and of the drugged prom queen Lisa he had analized a few days before.
“Fuck her ass” is all he said and Sandra complied, sliding the rod out of Kate’s dripping clam and into her tight back door.
He watched as again there magnificent breasts began to sway tempting him to grab them. Just then Sandra reached forward and grabbed Kate by her hair and pulled her back, then grabbed her wrist to give her the “chariot”. Kate complied but with protest.
“Bitch” Kate grunted “fuck me hardier”
“Little cunt wants more” Sandra replied just as she gave an extra hard thrust.
Kate screamed in pain and ecstasy, her body twitching, convulsing as Sandra fucked her without mercy.
The sight of them fucking each other was unbelievable. He stood then. Kate leaned back, placing her head on Sandra’s shoulder so that there faces were next to each other.
“Give us your fuck sauce” Kate said
The three of them were astonished by the vulgarity of her comment, but by no means did he hold back.
His first gulp of cum landed square on Kate’s forehead, another on her chin. Then next gulp caught Sandra in the eye. She twitched but held her place, her mouth open and her tongue out. He took her invitation and forced his dick in all the way till her chin was on his balls. He moaned with pleasure as he continued to unload in her throat. He released her then and Sandra gagged a little as she slid him out of her mouth.
How marvelous they looked fucking each other with his jizz on there face. His cum now running of Kate’s forehead and into her eyes.
Kate’s hand slid to her clam and began to make tiny circles around her clit. Sandra fucked her hard now. It took about 30 seconds for Kate to climax. Her juices gushing down her legs.
The rest of the day was spent lazily on the couch the three of them together, watching movies or chatting. The phone rang that afternoon. Sandra answered it. She came into the living room with her hand over the receiver.
“It’s for you” she said to her master. “Its some guy who says his name is master black.”
He snapped to attention and ordered them both up stairs grabbing the phone from Sandra’s hands.
“Master Black” he said
“Master blue…your time has come, Next weekend at the farm house. I trust there will be no issues” Said the voice on the phone.
“Yes master Black”
The line went dead and he hung up the phone.

Read 16440 times |
Rated 86.5 % |
(52 votes)

Vote list (Close) :

Please rate this text:   

A Slight Bulge Ch 1

A Slight Bulge
Chapter 1
Going to one of my local pubs one afternoon after work, getting my pint and sagging into one of the very comfortable couches the pub provided, I gazed round the pub. It was unusual for the area of London it was in, being a pub mainly of ordinary working people, retirees, young, middle aged and with an unusual mix of men and women. It was not dominated by men intent on getting loud and drunk to impress.
The pub has a long interior with plenty of places to sit and it was fairly crowded that afternoon. I glanced round as usual scanning everybody. My eye fastened on one woman sitting at a table facing the silent TV that gave all the details on the lower part of the screen, thereby ensuring the pub’s policy of it being a place for people to actually talk as opposed to being overwhelmed by music or TV. She was idly watching the screen whilst sipping a large white wine. She was sitting on a high chair matched by a similarly high table. At right angles to me I had a sideways view of her from where I sat slightly to her right. This enabled me to see her face as well as take in her body. I was sitting below her on the sofa about 10 feet away. I had an unimpeded view of her. She quickly scanned me and went back to viewing the silent TV.
What did I first notice about her which drew my increasingly avid attention? Because I had a sideways view of her the first thing I noticed was her bra. Wearing a semi transparent light cream blouse revealed easily the outline of her bra. It was the strap folding round her body holding her full breasts that struck me. The tightness of the bra on her grabbed my attention. From where I sat I viewed a strap at least two inches in depth at the side that did the job for which they were made. She obviously needed such a bra to support such a load. However the bra was quite tight. The effect was to create a slight bulge above and below the strap where it met her back and side.
My eyes were drawn to that bulge. Was the bra just a touch on the tight side for her? A glance at her front revealed her breasts well supported. The blouse was front buttoned up to her neck but because of its diaphanous nature the effect was very arousing and revealing, though at the front her blouse was patterned making it less transparent. I was completely taken by the bulge. I couldn’t fathom why but it stirred me below.
Below the raised table I gazed at a black skirt tight against crossed legs. What appeared to be stockings, emphasised firm calves and mid-high heels in black. I was taken by this view unimpeded by other drinkers and as I was sitting below her giving me easy access to my eye. She was deeply arousing.
She glanced round the pub again, suddenly conscious at some level that she was under observation. Without giving me eye contact she clocked that I was scanning her. Her attention went to the silent TV again. A moment later she recrossed her legs so that her leg furthest from me she placed across her leg. This gave me a better view of the creased thigh and stocking tops. I had a glimpse of white flesh confirming the stockings. She continued watching the TV.
Another quick scan of where my eyes were. This time I did not divert away from where I was gazing. Eyes back to TV. But a very slight smile on her face and a further sip of wine. My eyes back to that bulge. Another scan. TV and more of a smile.
I am completely stiff and glad that my pants can contain it.
I am aware now that I am the subject of inspection. I do not make eye contact. Am aware that eyes are all over me. I make a decision. In the couch I widen my legs at my knees giving a message that could be ambiguous or not. I am the one glancing sideways at the TV now.
I look up and catch her looking between my thighs at my crotch. She quickly moves focus to my eyes and then away again to the TV.
We have a connection. What to do with it? She picks up her glass with her left hand. A wedding ring is revealed. So, that had never put me off.
I needed more encouragement in order not to be seen to be pushy.
This pattern of erratic glances continued for about ten minutes. Neither of us had lost interest. She then sank back the remainder of the glass as had I. I took the chance.
Getting up and moving to the bar via her, I got her attention by my sudden movement, smiled and asked if she would like a further glass. She responded and agreed and gave me her requested wine.
At the bar I was internally shaking and raising my adrenaline level as I gave the order. The time it took felt interminable – but a minute, as no one else was waiting.
Returning she thanked me smiling. I asked if she would like to join me if she was not accompanied. Confirming my suggestion, I asked if she would like to join me on the couch or for me to join her. She seemed pleased to join me on the couch. I sat on her left quite close but giving her space too. We quickly conversed and made easy connection. We soon established that we were regulars; she had seen me there before with a woman. I had not seen her before. Her husband usually accompanied her and they tended to sit at the back of the bar in a separate room. He was away working and this was the first time for her on her own. How did she feel about that? Some trepidation but so far so good. Why the trepidation? I didn’t know how I would feel. And now?
“Well, if I’m frank, I didn’t think I would attract any attention, but I have seemed to.”
“And do you like attracting attention?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Can you say?”
“Well if I’m honest I’m not sure of your motives.”
“What do you think are my motives?”
“This is getting a bit embarrassing.”
“Do you want me to change the subject or sit elsewhere?”
“Oh no. It’s just that I noticed how you were looking at me or rather where you were looking at me.”
Without asking her to specify, I asked her, “Did you like where I looked at you?” She blushed at that.
“I think so.”
“Good.” Pausing, I then responded, “So what do you think are my motives?”
“You may possibly be attracted to me.”
“And so?”
“I’m very flattered.”
“Good, cos I am.” It was my turn to blush a little.
We smiled at each other going quiet after that rather intense interaction.
“Would you like me to say what I found attractive about you?”
Warming to me, “Yes I would like that.”
I then conveyed to her how my eyes scanned the pub clientele and how I found myself focusing on her. I recalled how I felt in a good position to be able to look at her and how I liked what I saw. I knew I had to tread with care so as not to offend as she was no spring lamb but was mature in years, say 50. Sitting sideways to me I said how delicious she looked in that blouse, that being semi transparent was very appealing. Then I grasped the nettle and told her what had got to me. I had nothing to lose.
“Actually it was your bra that attracted my attention.
“Oh dear, the fact they are so large eh?”
“Well no.” Then I explained how the bra at her side under her arm swelled slightly above and below the strap. She was silent and looked away from me then, “You found my strap against me attractive then?”
“Very.”
“Not fat?”
“Not at all. You have a very slight plumpness that I find very appealing. I think you are lovely and dare I say it, very sexy looking.”
She blushed but smiled, looking even more attractive and sexual to me.
“I admire your forthrightness even if it does take me aback.”
“Can I be even more forthright then?”
“Sure.”
“I just love stockings.”
“You are observant.”
“It wasn’t difficult when you were sitting over there. You like wearing them?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“That’s personal. But if you must know I find them healthier. And, and, I, err know they are a turn on.”
“They certainly are and they are for me right now.”
“Would you like another beer? I think it’s my turn.”
She rose to get the drinks, walking to the bar and affording me a lovely view of her rear. The skirt emphasised her hips and the cheeks of her arse which were quite pronounced as her skirt tucked back under meeting her thighs.
On her return she smiled as I took her in enjoying her shape. As she got near me I could make out her suspenders doing the job of gartering her stockings. Stiff making. I was relieved I was stationary.
“I’m Denise by the way.”
“Ian.”
“So were you hoping to get attention when you came here?”
“I hadn’t thought that through.”
“And now?”
“I guess so.”
“Well I didn’t expect to do so, but I’m pleased it’s happened.”
We continued in mutual warmth and increasingly relaxed with each other through our drinks. I had three pints which is usually enough on an empty stomach. I started wondering how to continue this play we were engaging in, when she said, “That’s enough for me” when I asked her if she wanted another.
“I like you Ian but wonder where we go from here.”
“Mutual on my part Denise. I know I would like to see more of you,” ambiguity virtually shouting itself.
“What are you doing for food?”
“I hadn’t thought that through.”
“I could rustle up something.”
“Really, that would be great.”
“I’m not far from here.”
“Taxi on me?”
“Fine.”
We left the pub and I hailed a taxi immediately. Denise gave her address. We stopped at a block of flats and ascended the lift to the 3rd floor. We had not spoken much once out of the taxi but walked a little uncomfortably to the lift, where we were very conscious of each other’s presence. We were not touching in anyway and I wondered if we had gone cold on each other. I had become rather shy. I couldn’t determine where she was coming from. Once inside, she flung off her coat and asked if I would like a drink whilst she put some food together. I announced I wasn’t in a hurry. She visibly relaxed and went into the kitchen bringing back a bottle of red wine suggesting I open it if I was fine with red.
As I opened it she collapsed on the couch with one arm over the armrest and her still heeled feet on a small stool. I poured the wine and sat on the couch next to her, facing her, enjoying her in her relaxed state which I put down to the wine she had in the pub as well as being in familiar surroundings.
We established we were both married, had two children each, mine still at home, hers left the nest. Pause.
“So who is the woman in the pub I’ve seen you with a few times then?”
“My mother.”
“Really? She looked in good shape. She looked more like a good catch to me.”
“What are you saying Denise?”
“You both looked familiar with each other for her to be your Mother.”
“We just get on really well together. It is possible you know. Not all sons are distant from their mothers.”
She didn’t look convinced, but I was not going there given how little I actually knew her.
She crossed her legs toward me and in doing so revealed more thigh and just another sight of flesh. She responded, “Your staring at me again Ian.”
“May I?
“I’m not telling you to stop.”
At the same time she reciprocated my viewing of her with gazes at me. I watched her scan me over. She had obviously seen my hard pressing against my denims. I ran my eyes over her breasts. She smiled and then laughed at my taking them in.
“You like them don’t you?”
“Very much Denise. Do you?”
“I love them, I always have done. I can’t stand women who decry their breasts unless they are so huge they are a physical strain. Ian I liked what you said about me admiring my plumpness. I have been cautious about it worrying about going to fat but you reassured me I wasn’t, at least I hope that’s what you meant?”
“I did mean that.” Intuitively I then posed a question.
“Denise I sense that you haven’t done this before?”
“What?”
“Invited a man back to your flat who isn’t your partner?”
“No. Why do you ask that?”
“Cos you’re being very open with me.”
“I like you that’s why and I think I trust you.”
“Thank you.”
I put my hand out near her, inviting her to take it. She regarded me and slipped her hand over mine. We dallied then I clasped her fingers in mine.
“I think you decided to invite me back before I even thought through it all Denise.”
“Yes I did. When I saw you at the pub first I felt wonderful you were looking me over. It’s a long time since I felt that or even noticed it.”
“Or wanted to notice it.”
“I suppose so. I didn’t suppose we could have gone round to your place Ian. I imagine that either your family are there or you may be staying at your Mother’s.”
“The latter actually.”
“She seemed a bit like she would resent anyone else Ian.” I said nothing but she had a point. I just couldn’t tell her about my true relationship with her, at least not yet.
“Let’s get back to you Denise.” At the same time I released my hand from hers and gently stroked her bare arm. She tensed slightly and then relaxed as I moved slowly back and forth up to her upper arm where it met her blouse.
“I’m not sure about this Ian.”
“This?”
“You know, you touching me. What will it lead to?”
“Only what you want Denise.” I then moved the back of my hand to her cheek and stroked it lightly. She didn’t stop me. More confident, I moved to her neck and tucked under her hair which fell to her shoulder. She did not demur but looked right at me and then sighed and closed her own.
I now had the freedom of her face neck, shoulder and arm. I moved my other hand to the other side of her neck and stroked her there. Her head rested on the back of the couch.
I moved that hand down over her chest reaching her furthest breast and rested on her initial curve and paused there. Sliding slowly I cupped my breast over her nipple. Even though it was a strong bra I could just make out the stiffness there. Rubbing my hand over the spot I increased the pressure and gave it a gently squeeze so she would be very aware of my action. She suddenly put her hand over mine.
“I shouldn’t be letting you do this.”
“But you are.”
Denise didn’t respond. I sat back from her. She wasn’t sure how I had taken her remark. She looked uncertain of me. I reacted intuitively. I went to sit in the armchair immediately opposite her but still very near. She thought I was put off by her. However I said I just wanted to look at her. A faint smile slightly reassured her.
“You look edible Denise and luscious.” She just beamed. Saying warming things was apparently not the norm to hear for her or so it seemed.
“Denise open your legs.” Hesitation and doubt at the nature of my demand. How would she respond? Slowly she opened her legs revealing the darker part of her stockings. I smiled enjoying the view, shifting my eyes between hers and her thighs. She was very engaged with my change in behaviour.
“Wider.” She reached the limit of parting her legs without hitching her skirt up. I continued switching my eyes between hers and her thighs. Slowly she hitched her skirt further up her thighs beyond her stockings until pure white flesh revealed as well as a hint of panties. Denise was able to expose her thighs and panties to my view. It was such an erotic interchange.
“Open your blouse.”
Slowly she unbuttoned her blouse from the high neck down toward her breasts. She stopped midway.
“Go on.”
Unbuttoning down to her waist and pulling the remaining ends from her skirt, she pulled the blouse to either side of her voluminous bra. I stroked my hardon in front of her. I now had a view of her cleavage and slightly swollen breasts against her bra as well as tufts of hair emanating from her panties. Denise waited expectantly for further instructions.
“Masturbate.”
“Oh my God.” But she moved her right hand down to her crotch and proceeded to rub her cunt over her panties.
“Pull them aside and do it.” I watched in fascination, still surprised by her submitting to my instructions. I started to rub my hardon again as she delicately stroked her own cunt and clit wet with her own fluids.
“Play with your nipples as well.” She went along with me without complaint lifting her right nipple from the confines of her bra revealing hard brown stiffened tightness to my view. Denise became concentrated on herself as she flipped her fingers between her wet lips and clit in rhythmic sweeps and squeezed her nipple in unison with her other hand.
Unzipping myself I pushed my denims and pants down to release my prick from its confines at the same time as reaching for my lubricant from my jacket nearby, (kept conveniently for my porn club outings). Denise watched as I poured enough over my stiffness. Once I had the smoothness all over my prick I continued to give her my concentration.
Denise let her head rest on the back of the couch whilst getting her other nipple out to cross caress.
We both were now wanking in unison enjoying each other’s pleasure.
“Finger your arse Denise.”
“You filthy bastard Ian, what a dirty mind.” Nevertheless she proceeded to respond to my order and took her wet index finger to her sphincter and pushed it against herself whilst moving her other hand from her nipples to her cunt to take up the gap. She actually switched hands doing this as her right hand was obviously the dextrous clit handler. Denise was in full flow now, uninhibited and shameless in her movements pushing her finger just inside her dark bud. I took another chance.
“Lick it.” Knowing which finger I meant she lifted her index finger from her arse and offered it to me instead. I moved forward offering her my mouth. She made me move toward her more so that I could reach her. She made the final push and slipped between my lips into my mouth. She was clean but gave off a slight tang to my tastebuds. She smiled smugly pleased that I hadn’t jibbed at her demand.
I sat back after giving her my tongue in her mouth to show our relish for each other.
We were well matched.
We resumed wanking as I bid her to cum whilst being watched. She closed her eyes again as she increased the pace of rubbing. She became very intense in herself. Still in her heels and stockings her thighs widened and stretched out stiff to the floor. Her hand was now working between her nipples and the other flipping from her vagina to her clit in light fast movements.
“Oh my God Ian you shit I’m close for fuck sake. Ian I’m cuming. Yes. Yes. Yes. Oh Ian I fucking want you I’m there oh, Ian yes, yes, yesss.” Her hips lifted from the couch in a total spasm as she went right over in her cum.
As she was in the throws I got up and stood over her wanking myself to the same point. I was ready. I hung back until she opened her eyes. Recognising what I was going to do she murmured, “yes Ian yes.”
I came all over her face, mouth and breasts as I spewed myself over a very willing Denise. I collapsed next to her. We lay next to each other, my cum still on her face. She moved toward my mouth with hers. I kissed her pushing my tongue in her mouth and picking up my spunk to load it into her mouth. She swallowed. We sank back into the couch and held each other close.
“I didn’t realise I was like that Ian.”

Read 18207 times |
Rated 86.5 % |
(104 votes)

Vote list (Close) :Ildenfane
: POSITIVE

Please rate this text:   

Let me tell you about Samantha

Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real events or people is purely coincidental and not intentional. This story obviously contains adult content. If a tag was included, it was included for a reason. Please keep that in mind before you read this story.
I am not interested in negative comments. I believe that the more realistic a story, the easier it is to suspend our disbelief, and therefore the easier it is for us to become involved in the story. No one is forcing you to read what is written here. That being said, comments are welcome, and I hope you enjoy.
______________________________________________________________________________
Let me tell you about Samantha. I first met her when she was seventeen. We were working at an outdoor pool in Michigan. She was a lifeguard and a swim teacher, and I, being a few years older, had some time ago been promoted to supervisor. It was my job to hire staff for the summer, train them, and make sure they kept our guests safe while on duty.
There were strict guidelines that the lifeguards had to follow. Gone were the days of lounging in the sun, drink in hand, whistle twirling while snoozing in the sun on the guard stand. With increases in drowning incidents in the past years, and subsequent insurance hikes, our facility could not afford to compromise on safety.
The training program was vigorous, and not everyone passed. I had ten kids that year that wanted to work for me for the summer, and only seven of them ended up passing the course. I remember the first day, an older kid named Jared tried to fulfill the swimming requirement, and barely made it halfway across the pool. He was well built too, and in good shape, he just had no technique.
Sam was a different story. She was on the swim team in high school, and was more at home in the water than on dry land. She had an incredible body too. She was about 5’2”, under 100 lbs, blonde with bright, penetrating, blue eyes. She had a nice chest too, although her one piece swim suit did little to show it off.
She passed the swimming requirements without a problem but struggled a little when it came to learning CPR and some of the rescue skills. For obvious reasons, I wanted to keep her around, so I was more than happy to volunteer to spend some extra time tutoring her after the rest of the staff had left.
This continued for the duration of the week-long course, and by the end of it, we had established a decent rapport. There was still a distance between us, since I was not only a little older, and had outgrown her high school drama, but also because I was her boss. Nevertheless we got along fine, and I slowly learned more and more about her. She would come into my office every once in a while on her breaks and we would chat. She even brought snacks occasionally. I could tell she had a little bit of a crush on me, and let me tell you, I was happy to see her every time.
Sam was very proper and very innocent. She came from a religious background, and was planning on saving herself for marriage. She was a little naive, without a doubt a unwise as to the ways of the world, as everyone in her life was artificially nice to her, probably because of her looks. To put it another way, she was incredibly hot, but not always all that bright. Part of it was her age, and part of it was her… innocence when it came to all things romantic and intimate.
One day, near the end of summer, she came into my office near closing time in tears. It was the first time she had come to see me all day, which was odd, and I could tell something had been bothering her for a while. I, ever the good boss and friend, offered her some water and slowly coaxed the story out of her.
It turns out that Dylan, a boy from her high school whom she had been dating for a while, was finally tired of waiting for her to put out, and had taken advantage of her. Over the course of the evening, and long into the night, she sat with me and told me the story:
Sam and Dylan had been dating since sophomore year, and like typical relationships, it started slowly and awkwardly. There was hand-holding and hugs, and all of the usual bullshit that goes with adolescent romances. Sometime around junior year, Dylan, a football player, wanted more. He told Sam that unless she started to put out a little more, he would break up with her and date a cheerleader.
She refused for a while, she said, until last week when things finally came to a head.
Dylan took Sam on a romantic drive into the countryside one night, with the premise that they were going to look at the stars. Michigan has some beautiful forests and a lot of secluded places to park a truck where no one can find you. They drove up a long dirt road, late at night, and Dylan laid out blankets in the back of the truck.
He had gotten his hands on some tequila, and the two of them were taking turns drinking out of the bottle. Sam had never had anything to drink before, and the effects of the alcohol were hitting her pretty fast. Dylan drank more than he probably should have, and was soon feeling frisky.
“Come here, babe” he said to her, slightly slurring his words as he held open his arms.
He was laying on his back in the middle of the truck bed, pillow under his head, bottle in his hand. Sam lay down beside him, placed her head on his chest, just below his shoulder, and curled up against him, placing her knee gently on top of his crotch.
“Ooh yeah babe… that’s what I need.” Dylan grabbed her knee and forcibly pushed it down into himself. Sam felt his cock through his jeans, and knew that he was already rock solid.
“Babe, you know I’m not ready” she said to him, eyes wide and bright in the moonlight. Her skin tight white cotton shorts hugged every curve perfectly, and her light blue tube top slid up just a little bit, revealing her tight, toned, and tanned stomach.
Dylan didn’t say a word, and just reached his hand down the back of her shorts. He felt, rather than saw, her lacy pink thong, clinging to her perfect ass. Feeling the top of that fabric wrapped around her drove him a little crazy.
“Tonight is the night babe. I’ve waited long enough. If you love me, you’ll do this.” Dylan was doing his best to lay on the charm, but the tequila was making him sound sleazy and manipulating.
“If you love me, you won’t ask me to.” said Sam, wriggling out of his grasp and forcibly removing his hand from the back of her shorts.
“I said no, and I meant it, Dylan.”
Dylan rolled his eyes and took another swig from the bottle. He took a long hard look at Sam, standing up in his truck bed. The moonlight shining on her face made her look more fragile and delicate than ever. The slight breeze was making her light cotton top ride up just a little, and he got a few more glimpses of her perfect midriff. He got an unobstructed view of her in profile, outlined against the star-studded background. Perfect, full little tits, and an amazingly tight, firm little ass, wrapped up in shorts that showed off her tan.
Something must have come over him, because suddenly, and without warning, he reached up and grabbed her by the waistband of her shorts. She wasn’t sure if it was the liquor or the two years of aching blue balls that did it. Likely it was a combination of the two, but Dylan was not waiting any longer. He pulled down hard on her shorts, and she instantly fell to her knees in the truck bed.
“Hey! Stop it!” she yelled, trying to free his vice-like grip on her pants. It was a useless endeavor. He was easily double her size and he had already made up his mind about what was happening tonight.
“Turn around” He said to her, with a look in his eye she had never seen before.
He climbed around behind her and pinned one hand behind her back. She was still on her knees in the truck bed, facing the cab, when he forced her face into the blankets. She screamed in pain as he twisted her shoulder even harder, tears welling up in her eyes.
With his free hand, Dylan reached around the front of her shorts and undid the button and zipper. Sam started to panic and tried to fight him off with her other hand, but he tightened his grip and forced her face still lower until she stopped struggling.
“Help me!” she screamed out into the dark woods. “No, stop! YOU’RE HURTING ME!!”
Dylan wasn’t listening anymore. He had pulled down her shorts, revealing the nicest ass in all of Oakland County (at least). Tight, firm, and toned, with a great tan and tan lines from working outside. Swimming made her lithe and muscular, but not butch or scary. She was in great shape, and her hard little body was his for the taking.
His cock was aching to get out of his pants, especially at the sight of that ass, bent over in front of him in that lacy pink thong. Sam was still struggling and calling for help as Dylan fumbled awkwardly with his own zipper, not daring to let go of her arm lest she try and run away.
He finally managed to pull his cock out, and laid seven inches of throbbing meat right between her ass cheeks. For the first time that night, Sam was still, and stopped struggling.
“Please, no. Dylan…”
He pulled her thong to the side and positioned himself outside her tight little virgin pussy. He spit on his dick twice (he’d seen it in a porn flick) and rubbed the head of his dick up and down her tiny slit. She was completely clean shaven, something that carried over from swim practice.
“No, no, no, no, no, AAAAHHH!!” She was shaking her head the whole time he was rubbing her, and when he finally thrust forward, into her, the shock was incredible. His cock wasn’t enormous, but she was tiny, a virgin, and not ready for it. He was brutal and totally unflinching as he grabbed the crease of her hips with his free hand, and used his 210 lbs of football muscle to drive himself into her.
She was as tight as a drum, and was squeezing him harder than anything ever had. As he split her open and felt the warmth of her insides, he threw his head back and let out a moan, or a groan, that was kind of a sigh at the same time. Two years of waiting and it was everything he ever wanted it to be.
He felt her go limp underneath her as the will to struggle went out of her. He let go of her arm and used both hands to grab on to her hips. He started pumping in and out of her, in long, deep thrusts, pushing ever deeper, and stretching her ever wider with each movement. Every time he reached the bottom of his stroke, she would let out an involuntary moan. Actually, it was more like a sob, but at this point, Dylan didn’t care at all. All he cared about was this pussy and how it was squeezing him.
“Oh my God, babe. Oh. My. God.” He said to her, as if she was doing him some sort of favor. Her lips were moving, but no words were coming out. Her beautiful, tanned, teen face was streaked with smeared mascara, and her bright blue eyes were glistening with tears. She just wanted it to be over, but to her horror, Dylan seemed to be picking up speed.
He thrust ever deeper, ever harder, until he finally buried the full length of his shaft inside her. He held it there for what felt like forever to Sam, pulling her hips into him. Her mouth was open the entire time, but there were no screams left inside her. Finally, he pulled out slowly, letting her squeeze his shaft all the way out.
He pulled her little thong the rest of the way off of her ankles, then gave her a brutal smack on the ass to get her attention.
“Turn around” he said to her, for the second time that night.
She slowly did as she was told, and once she was on her back, he ripped her tube top off, revealing her perfect teen breasts. She was covering her nipples with one arm, and her other hand was down between her legs, trying to soothe her aching, bruised little pussy. Dylan removed her hand from her opening and spread her legs before climbing on top of her and entering her again.
Her face, at first, looked scared. After the first five deep thrusts in this new position, fear was replaced by a look of agony. Her eyes were wide again, still glistening, and her mouth was open in a silent grimace. Her whole body felt the violation of what was happening, and it was all reflected in her beautiful face. Ten more thrusts and her expression changed again. The pain subsided, and was replaced by an almost passive apathy. Her whole body still shook with each forceful thrust, but he had finally split her open enough that she didn’t have to scream anymore.
“You little slut, you love this, don’t you?” Dylan grunted at her, all the while pounding into her.
When she didn’t reply, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked on it, forcing her to look in his eyes. He repeated the question, and this time, she gave him a little nod.
“Say it!” he yelled at her. “Tell me you love it”
“I love it” she lied, barely above a whisper.
“Louder!” he yelled, giving her a thrust so deep her head hit the cab of the truck at the front of the bed.
“I love it!” she cried, tears streaming down her face.
“I knew it. I always knew” he said, as he finally pulled out again.
“Turn around. I want that little ass too.” He said to her, his cock throbbing in his hand.
She slowly turned around again, getting on her knees. Her face was buried in the blanket in the back of the bed, and her ass, her perfect little ass, was pointed up at the night sky, waiting for her boyfriend to do what he wanted with it.
“That’s it baby. Turn around.”
Dylan grabbed his slippery cock and pointed it at Sam’s impossibly tight ass. The screams that she let out when he ripped her pussy apart were nothing compared to this. His cock in her ass seemed to pull her out of her shocked, passive state, and return her to reality a bit. Dylan was burying his cock in her ass right here, outside, in the back of his truck. There was nothing she could do about it. She felt the head slide in, and she felt her ass stretch to try and accommodate him. It wasn’t happening, but he kept pushing anyway. She tried in vain to get away, to get her ass off of his dick, but the only thing in front of her was the back window of the truck. Dylan grabbed the hair on the back of her head and pulled hard, forcing her to arch her back and push her ass up for him. He pulled on her hair one more time and buried his cock to the hilt.
Dylan held his cock in place, his body rigid, bicep flexed, with his fingers full of Sam’s bright, blonde hair. This ass was beyond words. Tighter than anything could be, should be, would ever be again. He felt his cock start to throb at the base, and knew that his release, two years in the making, was finally coming.
For the first time in her life, Sam felt a man release his seed inside of her. She felt his cock swell and throb, felt it being pushed even more impossibly deep into her, and felt the warmth and wetness that was Dylan’s cum inside her ass. He pumped at least eight ropes of sticky, warm cum into her ass before he was spent, bellowing to the night sky while holding her head back by her hair.
Sam was powerless that night. She could do nothing but take it, so that’s what she did. She took every inch of his dick, and every drop of his cum into her ass.
Back in my office, the sky was dark, and all the lights were off. Everyone else had long since gone home, and it was just the two of us in my office. She was shaking and sobbing in front of me, this beautiful, broken girl. Upon closer inspection, I could see her wrist was still bruised from her ordeal, and she was constantly shifting in her seat. Her ass must have still been tender.
I refilled her water glass, and when she finally regained control of her breath, and the tears stopped, I looked deep into those beautiful blue eyes.
“Well,” I told her, clasping her hands in mine. “There is really only one thing I can think of to do right now.”
“What’s that?” she said, her voice shaky, holding back tears.
“Turn around”

Read 45570 times |
Rated 86.6 % |
(209 votes)

Vote list (Close) :jmetal
: POSITIVEtruebutchanged
: POSITIVEA2O
: POSITIVEDarkAggro
: POSITIVEBullwinkle J. Moose
: POSITIVEdethklok92
: POSITIVEkasoo
: POSITIVEjustkink
: POSITIVEBo Peep
: NEGATIVE

Please rate this text:   

For The Love of Daddy

This is an ENTIRELY gfictional piece of work about a father pushed beyond his limits by an unruly daughter. If you do NOT like incest stories, look elsewhere for something to read.

Lucius

I am a single mom of only 31 years. I had my son when I was young, making him an 18 year old man now. Being single, times were tough for us, I had to work two jobs mostly to support us in even the worst conditions. We lived paycheck to pay check until one fateful day I received a letter from my great aunts lawyer. My great aunt had unfortunately passed away in her sleep only a week before. I was being contacted in order to collect an inheritance that my aunt had put aside for me.

A Drunken Rape

Just a story I typed up based on an experience I somewhat had when I was a teenager. Not my best work, but I figured to try to type something new since it’s been so long.

Owned Fraternity Moms part 2- Spring Break

The adventure continues in the frat house, its Spring Break , while most houses are empty , Ryan & his pals are planning to have a great time with their girlfriends , moms & possibly even more mature kinky women