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My name is Andy Greer, and I am an opportunist. I’m also a bit of a loner. Other people, I am sure, would describe me in a very different way. You see, I seduce and fuck other men’s wives. The way I see it, what I do is a win for everyone. I perform a valuable community service. I can hear you, the reader, laughing at this point, but follow along with the story of myself and Marie, and perhaps you will understand.

I’ll begin with a little background on myself. I’m an athlete and have been all my life. I’m tall and muscular, and I have sandy blond hair, blue eyes, and a chiseled jaw. I work as a golf pro at the Westchase Golf Club in Tampa. I meet and work with a lot of people every day, which may come across as a bit odd for someone that is a loner. I’m not anti-social, and I have no problem conversing with people. My problem is that I just don’t like putting up with other people’s bullshit. I don’t like to compromise, and I want to do what I want to do. I don’t want kids, and I don’t want a relationship with a woman. I’m not a relationship kind of guy. They have always ended in disaster for me, and I finally came to the realization that I should just avoid them.

The club I work for has spent a lot of money marketing to women. I have a fairly long client list of them that come in for lessons and to work on a part of their game. Some of the work is done on the driving range, but I will frequently take them through nine, and sometimes eighteen, holes as part of the lesson. It is amazing to me just what a woman will tell you about herself and her life when you are willing to listen to her. Inevitably, they swing the conversation in my direction; this is where the first seed is always planted. I make it very clear that I am far too selfish to have a real relationship with a woman. My relationships with women are firmly stuck in the friend zone, or they are only sexual in nature. Some women are mortified, some are intrigued. Some seem to think they have been offered a personal challenge to make an honest man of me. Those women are the ones that I distance myself from the most.

In early May of last year, I had a new client scheduled. Her name was Marie, and she had never picked up a golf club in her life. Marie is a married thirty five year old mother of two school aged children. She is quite an attractive brunette, with a very pretty face and load of curves in all the right places. She wanted to learn to play golf so that she could go out to play with her husband, Jason, who was an avid golfer. She complained that they never got to spend any time together, and she thought that learning the game would give them an opportunity. We worked together for several months, and Marie picked up the game very well in such a short period. She wasn’t going to join the LGPA tour, but she certainly had become skilled enough to be able to play a round and enjoy it. During our twice weekly sessions, we had some good conversation, and Marie shared quite a lot of personal information with me. Little by little, she revealed the oft repeated refrain of housewives everywhere. Her husband had lost interest in her, their sex life was infrequent and boring, she wondered if he found her attractive. Was he having an affair? She needed more in her life. I had been safe to her up until this point, and now she had told me everything I needed to know.

About a week later, she had come for her lesson and was very distraught. She suggested to her husband that they play golf together over the weekend, and he had laughed at her. Golf, for him, was guy time. He wasn’t interested in giving up playing golf with his buddies to play with his wife. I could have told her this would have happened months before, but she wouldn’t have believed me. Now, on the fifteen green, I was holding a sobbing woman in my arms.

“Look, Marie. I won’t charge you for today. You tried. Your husband is a very lucky man, and he doesn’t even realize it.”

“No, no. You are not giving away your time for free. Besides, I have come to really enjoy playing,” she sniffed. “I want to keep going with my lessons.”

“Well, honestly, you have come a long way in such a short period. You have a gift for this game. It really would be a bit of a shame for you to give it up so soon.”

“Andy, can I ask you a favor,” she asked.

I looked at her and cocked my head.

“Will you be my partner in the charity event next Saturday? I was hoping Jason would have done it, but evidently getting drunk with his idiot friends is more important to him.”

“I’d love to. I actually want to play, and don’t have a partner. Frankly, I’d much rather spend my time with my favorite things in life-golf and a beautiful woman-than a bottle of beer and a couple drunk guys.”

“That’s the first time you ever said something like that to me,” Marie said with a smile. She was blushing a little bit. “I was convinced that you would try to hit on me, but you’ve been a complete gentleman. My girlfriend said that you’re probably gay,” she blurted out, laughing.

“Number Escort Bayan one, I assure you that I am most definitely not gay. Number two-was there a reason that you were discussing me with your girlfriend, Marie?”

Marie turned crimson, and she fumbled for an answer. “Ah…um…no. Girls just talk. I…she knows that you give me lessons. I told her that I figured you would…

She saw me laughing, and realized…or so she thought…that I was just teasing her. She girl punched me in the chest. “You are so bad,” she said. I have to keep my eye on you, Andy Greer!”

“Careful. That could get you into trouble,” I said, and stuck my tongue out at her.

She rolled her eyes, and climbed into the golf cart. We finished out the game, and went into the clubhouse for a drink and a bite to eat.

We settled at a table, and a waitress came to take our orders. It turned out that the waitress was a woman that I had dated a few years back, when I was still actually trying for a relationship. Her name is June, and she is a blonde knockout.

“Hi, Andy. I didn’t realize they’re letting the riff raff in here these days. What have you been up to lately?”

“Same old, June. Same old. How is school going? Have you finished yet?”

“Sure have. Doctorate in social work, and I’m waitressing at a golf course. Good times. At least my boyfriend has a good job.”

“Yeah? Serious?”

“We’ll see. Men all have the capacity to be assholes, as you well know.” She looked at Marie. “Since Mr. Manners here hasn’t thought to introduce me, I’m June. He and I used to be an item. So how long have you two been dating?”

Marie stuck out her hand. “Marie. And we aren’t dating. He has been giving me lessons. He’s pretty good at that.”

“Ah, good Marie. He is damned good at teaching golf. He is damned bad at relationships. Count your blessings.”

I laughed. “Marie and her friend were speculating that I was gay. Thankfully, you can vouch for me. Not that there’s anything wrong with that,” he said with a laugh.

June looked at Marie. “Oh, this man is assuredly NOT gay. Seriously, all the crap he put me through was almost worth dealing with when we were between the sheets,” she said with a wistful look on her face. “The sex was just incredible. Oops. That’s probably not appropriate conversation for a client,” she giggled.

Marie laughed, and looked at me with a demure smile. “It’s quite alright June. I’m a big girl and have heard it all before.”

I caught Marie glancing at me several times as we ate, and each time she blushed. Cleary, there was a tension building between the two of us. I know I’m a prick, but I always get that rush of adrenaline when I realize a woman is beginning to see me in a different light. It’s like watching your fishing line begin to twitch just before a fish strikes. We finished eating, and Marie headed home to get the girls from school while I moved on to my next client.

Later that day, I realized that Marie and I had not completed the signup sheet for the weekend event. I dialed her number, and she answered on the first ring.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Marie. It’s Andy. We forgot to fill out the signup sheet for Saturday, and it’s due tomorrow. Can you come by the club in the morning? I’m not working, but I can meet you there.”

“I can’t. I’m going downtown tomorrow with a girlfriend. I can drop it off in the evening if that’s okay.”

“Maybe I can drop by your house, or if it’s easier, you can stop by my mine. I’m on Sequoia in Temple Terrace, not too far off two seventy five.”

“Seriously? I used to live there. I’ll come by to sign the form. Is five okay?”

“Five is perfect. I’ve got some running around to do during the afternoon, so that will work. See you later. Oh, by the way, the number is 7334.”

“Okay,” Marie giggled. “I guess that will help me find it.”

The next morning, Marie’s friend called to cancel their outing. She decided that she didn’t want to go downtown by herself, so she milled about the house tidying up and doing some laundry. She wanted to pick up a gift card from Busch Gardens for a birthday party her daughter was attending, so she jumped into the car and headed over to get it. She was finished and it was only two o’clock. She was a short distance away from my house, so she figured she would swing by to see if I was there. When she pulled up in front of the house, she saw my car in the driveway, so she got out and walked up to the front door.

What Marie didn’t know was that I had company. Well, she didn’t know it until she got up to the door, anyway. I was fucking a lovely little redhead named Ellen right there on the living room floor. She had her ass in the air and her face buried in a pillow. I was on my knees behind her, holding her by the hips and fucking her hard. I sensed Marie’s presence, and looked up at the door. She and I locked eyes, and she just stood there and watched as I continued fucking my lovely little friend. She stood there for a good five minutes, watching my Escort face, until I took a deep breath, and, with a final few thrusts, came long and hard with my eyes locked on Marie’s. I finally broke my gaze and looked down. I slipped out of Ellen and felt Marie lingering for a few moments more. When I looked up at the door again, she was gone.

Ellen collapsed onto the floor, and I grabbed my shorts and pulled them on.

“I’ll be back in a couple minutes,” I said to her. She moaned and waved, and I grabbed the form and was out the door.

Marie was still sitting outside in her car. I bent down next to the window, and Marie was blushing bright red and all flustered.

“I…I’m sorry. I know I’m early. I was in the neighborhood and thought I might catch you.”

“I reckon you caught me alright,” I chuckled.

Marie blushed again.

“What I’m trying to understand is why you didn’t just walk away when you saw us,” I said.

Marie looked down and away, but I put a finger under her chin tilted her head back up towards me and looked into her eyes.

“Why did you watch?”

She tried looking away again, and once again I forced her to look up at me. “Watching you fuck her,” She trailed off. “It…it turned me on. I actually felt a little jealous, which is ridiculous. You looked incredibly sexy. I…I can’t believe I’m having this conversation. What did you think when you saw me there? Why didn’t you stop? Why did you stare at me like that?”

“Why, Marie? Because in my mind, it was you that I was fucking back there. And you knew it. It is exactly why you locked eyes with me, and why you stayed there. You wanted me to see you in that way. Now, the question is, what are we going to do about it?”

“I have to go,” Marie said hurriedly. I need to make dinner. “Please just give me the form to sign, and I’ll be on my way.”

I handed Marie the form, and she signed it with a shaky hand and pushed it back to me. She started the car and I backed up, and she pulled away from the curb and headed down the street. I shook my head and went back inside to continue with Ellen.

Saturday morning came, and the weather was warm and humid, with the possibility of thunderstorms being predicted for the afternoon. The club was a zoo, and I had to park nearly a mile from the clubhouse and take a shuttle over. I was mildly surprised to see Marie already there, thinking that she might just bail on the whole thing. She was wearing all white. Her shirt, shorts, shoes, even her visor were all white. She was nicely tanned, which contrasted perfectly with her outfit. She looked incredible, actually.

“I was afraid I had scared you away,” she joked. “I know you have commitment issues and all. I wondered whether they extrapolated into planned golf outings too.”

“Well, now you know. When I promise, I always follow through.”

“Is that so? I’ll remember that. Let’s go check in, shall we?”

We were able to tee off after a half hour wait, and we got paired with another couple to make a foursome. I was wondering if the entire day would be a bit awkward, but as it turned out, we had no such issues. We played through the first nine holes, and as the morning went on, the skies became increasingly cloudy. The other couple chickened out and headed for the clubhouse. Marie and I carried on. We were out on the fairway of the twelfth hole, and the sky opened up. By the time Marie and I had gotten back to the golf cart, we were completely drenched by the cold rain. Clearly, Marie hadn’t thought of rain when she selected her outfit today. All white with a sheer bra and a thong left little to the imagination. The cold rain had turned her nipples into small stones, clearly visible, and I openly looked. Marie couldn’t help but notice me eyeing her.

“Do you need help putting your eyeballs back into their sockets” she asked. “You look like the whistling wolf in a cartoon right now.”

“Marie, what can I tell you? You’re a beautiful woman, and those wet clothes make you look damned near naked. There is only so much a gentleman can take.”

“Thank you, Andy. And you’re no gentleman,” she chuckled.

We pulled up to the clubhouse, and Marie offered to drive me to my car. I put the clubs in her trunk, and jumped into the passenger seat. She followed my directions and pulled into the lot in which I had parked. Marie pulled up next to my car, and turned off the engine.

I sat there listening to the sound of the rain on the roof, and could feel Marie’s eyes on me. I turned to face her, and could see that she was flushed up through her neck and into her face.

“Andy, I have to tell you that I just can’t get the other day out of my mind. I’ve been trying. Struggling. Every time I close my eyes, I see you there. Fucking her. Fucking me. The look on your face. It’s overwhelming. I…I need you to fuck me.”

“I’d be a liar if I said that it hasn’t been on my mind too, Marie. You are a beautiful, sexy, intelligent woman. But you should think this through.”

“I Bayan Escort already have, Andy. I have gone through this in my head for days. I know what I want. I can’t today, but this week. Please. Whatever day you can, I will be there.”

“Marie…”

“Promise me, Andy.”

“Okay. I promise. This week. Monday, actually. Drop the girls at school and come over. I hope you know what you’re doing, Marie.”

“I know, Andy. And now you promised, so no going back.”

She leaned over and kissed me deeply, and she tasted delicious. I couldn’t wait for Monday to come around. I opened the door and went over to my car as Marie pulled away, and drove home with a smile on my face.

I was lying naked in bed on Monday morning when Marie knocked at the door at a little past nine.

“It’s open,” I called from the bedroom. “Come on upstairs,” I called out to her.

I heard her footsteps on the stairs, and a moment later she was standing in the doorway, looking at me lying there with a sheet covering me from the waist down. She walked into the room and dropped her bag on the floor, and then crawled onto the bed next to me and kissed me.

“You look ridiculously hot lying here waiting for me,” she said. “Ridiculously hot.” She kissed me again, deeply, and then started kissing her way down my neck, chest and tummy, pulling away the sheet to reveal my already stiff cock. She let out a little moan and kissed her way down to it, and then began planting kisses all over it. The kisses gave way to licks, and she ran her mouth up and down the shaft several times before taking me fully into her mouth. She toyed with my cock like that for several minutes as I watched, before breaking free and sitting back on the bed.

She started to undo her blouse, and I pushed her hands away and took over. I undid all of the buttons, then pushed the blouse back over her shoulders and took it off. I pulled one bra strap down over her shoulder and the reached in and removed one of her tits, pinching and rolling the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I bent forward and took it into my mouth, sucking and nibbling on it, reaching up and freeing the other. Marie was cooing and holding my head to her chest as I took my time enjoying her full, ripe tits.

I looked up and asked her to stand by the side of the bed, and undid her shorts, sliding them down her golden legs. She hadn’t even bothered with a thong today, and her bare pussy was inches from me. She was shaking, perhaps in fear, perhaps in need, or perhaps both. I ran a hand up the inside of her thigh and up to her pussy. She was already dewy wet and her lips were swollen, and my finger slipped inside her effortlessly. I used my middle finger inside her and my thumb gently drawing circles on her clit to bring her to her first orgasm.

She pushed me back on the bed and straddled me, then lowered herself down, rubbing her wet pussy all over my cock.

“Guide it in,” she said, and she raised herself up into position. I pulled my cock upwards and rubbed the head on her slit until it popped inside her, and then she slowly lowered herself down until I was fully inside her. She was staring at me as she began to ride me, her hands on her thighs as she rose up and down. I reached up and started paying with her tits again, and she moaned and groaned and rode.

She abruptly jumped off, and nearly growled at me. “Andy, I want what that red headed bitch had. Fuck me like a dog, Andy. Fuck me hard.”

She didn’t have to ask twice. She was already on all fours, and I moved behind her and rammed my cock into her. She let out a yelp, then I pushed her head down and started to pummel her with my cock. She pushed back into me as hard as I was plowing into her, and she was grunting like an animal. It didn’t take long for me to be on the brink, and she pushed all the way back into me when she sensed I was going to pull out.

“No. Fill me,” she hoarsely moaned. “I want you to fill me.”

I started bucking again, and very soon after that I grunted and came hard inside her hungry little cunt. I collapsed on top of her to recover for a bit. We were laying there touching and kissing for quite some time. I nibbled my way down her tummy to her freshly shaven cunt. I nuzzled it with my nose a little as she spread her legs wide to give me access. I covered her pussy entirely with my mouth, and oh so gently flicked my tongue over and around her clit. She was oohing and aaahing and squirming, trying to cajole me into licking her harder. She tried digging her heels into me, pushing her crotch up towards my face, and whining, but I still kept the pressure just barely there. Her need built as did her frustration, and she got to the point where she was begging me as I stared up into her eyes.

Finally, I sucked her clit into my mouth and assaulted it with my tongue. She ground herself into my face and started to cum, her orgasm seemingly going on for a full minute or more. She was shaking like a leaf and panting, mumbling God knows what. I moved up her body and slipped my newly stiff cock deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around me, and I slowly ground into her and fondled her as we kissed. She didn’t need to ask this time, as I grunted and came deep inside her again.

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(From A Suggestion By MordMorgan)

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Alexandra Mays was a wanderer. Like in the song of old, she roamed from town to town, never staying in one place for very long, never setting down roots. After finishing her first year of college, Alex as she liked to be called, came to the realization that she needed something more in her life than three more years of academia. So she packed up what there was of her personal possessions, tossed them in the van that her Uncle had bought her, and hit the road.

Her Uncle John had raised Alex after the death of her parents when she was seven. John Mays was a life long bachelor, ill prepared for the needs of a growing girl. Still, the master contractor did what he could, giving her all the love in his heart and teaching her all that he knew. By the time Alex had graduated high school, she had learned every aspect of her Uncle’s business. Starting at the bottom of the ladder, she’d worked as a carpenter, a painter, a landscaper, plumber, and an electrician.

Two months before the end of that first year of college, John Mays suffered a heart attack. It had been the fifty-nine year olds third and had been followed a few weeks later by a fourth and final coronary. Alex lost any interest in school after that, deciding to hit the road for a while and find herself. Her inheritance from her Uncle’s estate, coupled with what she made working as a Jill of all trades was enough for her to get by. There would be plenty of time to go back and get the education her Uncle wanted her to get, she told herself. That had been five years ago.

The sign off the county road had said the town was called Danversville. Named no doubt, the twenty-four year old brunette thought, after some long ago founding family. At first glance, it seemed no different than any of the half dozen towns she’d already visited this year. A sleepy Main Street with a pharmacy, movie theater, a small library and other assorted infrastructure. There was no particular reason why she picked this town to drive through. There never was. Life was more of an adventure that way.

Halfway down Main Street just before the Police Station and Courthouse that dominated the small town square, Alex spotted what she was looking for. Past experience had taught her that the local hardware store was usually the best place to get a line on any possible jobs in the area. Sure enough, there was a large cork bulletin board near the counter, upon which were a small number of help wanted notes.

Alex moved up to the counter where the clerk was busy doing her nails. It took her a few tries to get the bleached blonde’s attention. She finally looked up from the magazine she was reading at the same time and asked if she could help the brunette.

“I was wondering if you knew of any contractor jobs in the area?” Alex said with a smile as she leaned over and took note of the magazine the girl had been reading. She wasn’t surprised to find it was the usual tabloid trash.

“Contractor jobs?” the girl in the low cut sundress repeated.

“You know, electrical work, carpentry, painting, that sort of thing.” Alex went on to explain.

“Well I don’t know,” she said as she looked over Alex, her face making no secret of her disapproval of Alex’s short haircut and unisex dress.

The older girl just shrugged it off. When you spent as much time traveling as she did, you learned to dress as comfortably as possible.

“You have to look and see what’s up on the board. I think that Mike… I mean Mr. Zalman put up something new there yesterday. Not sure what it was about, but I think I saw old lady Crawford’s name on it. She bought the old Gallagher place last year and that always needs some kind of work done on it.”

“Thanks, you’ve been a big help.” Alex said with a touch of sarcasm as she turned her attention to the board. She was sure it was lost on the girl who was already back at her magazine.

With only a half dozen notices, Alex quickly found the one in question. She had just finished reading it when she felt someone approach behind her. She turned to find a slightly overweight man in his late forties standing behind her.

“Hello, I’m Mitchell Zalman.” he said as he also took stock of the young woman. “My wife and I own this store. Wendy, that’s our cashier over there, said that you were interested in any contractor work hereabouts.”

“That’s right.” Alex said, all too aware of his eyes on her breasts. “She said something about a Ms. Crawford need some help.”

“Don’t get many women in these parts doing that sort of work.” Mr. Zalman said, trying to get a better look down her blouse.

“Well I’m not exactly from these parts, Mr. Zalman.” Alex said as she reached back and pulled the notice off the wall. “And trust me, there are few contracting jobs that I can’t handle.”

She went on to list a few of her qualifications and references. The store owner couldn’t help but be impressed.

“Please call me Mike,” he said with a friendly smile. “Everyone does. I can’t really tell you what the job would cover. Marilyn Escort Bayan Crawford is a pretty private person. Way I reckon, she really wasn’t too happy about posting the ad to begin with.”

Noting that there wasn’t any number or address on the notice, Alex asked if Mr. Zalman had the information. A little reluctantly, he pulled a small piece of paper from out of his wallet. Ms. Crawford had asked him to give it to any qualified respondents.

Holding the address and phone with the original ad, Alex asked for directions to the old Gallagher place. She thanked the hardware man, and started to leave. Alex was almost out the door when Mike called out after her.

“If you don’t get the job, you just come back and see old Mike here.” he said. “I’m sure I could find a place for someone of your skills.”

Alex smiled and again thanked Mr. Zalman. From the furious glances from the helpful girl behind the counter, she could imagine the kind of skills Mike Zalman looked for in the hired help. She imagined that Mrs. Zalman didn’t come down to the store much.

Climbing back into her ten-year-old land rover, Alex smiled at the little episode back in the store. The twenty four year old was used to being the object of attention of both men and women. She stood just a shade under five six and her chosen profession the last half-decade had left her with a trim, muscular build. Coupled with her short sun-streaked brown hair, it produced a striking look.

As she drove through town, following the directions she’d been given, Alex wondered what this prospective job might entail. Also what her prospective employer might be like as well. From what had been painted so far by Mike and Wendy, Ms. Crawford was undoubtedly some eccentric little old lady who valued her privacy. Every town seemed to have at least one. Living in an old house, she must have at least a half dozen little jobs that needed doing. At least Alex hoped so.

Turning down the street, she spotted the house at the end of the block. It reminded her of a similar one she’d worked on a few years back. That had belonged to a married couple in their sixties. Nice people she remembered, she had worked for them for almost a month.

When she pulled up front, Alex saw that the house was larger than it had first appeared. Larger, and a lot older. If she had to guess, she would put it as early 1900’s. One thing did seem out of place on the Victorian era house were the two satellite dishes mounted on the roof. There also seemed to be some additional power lines run into the second floor as well.

“I guess some people just can’t live without their HBO.” Alex mused as she started up the long walk.

She pressed the doorbell and waited. After getting no response, she tried the old doorknocker instead. It made a loud booming sound.

“Guess the doorbell is one of the things that needs fixing.” she thought as she waited.

A few moments later, the sound of footsteps behind the door became loud enough to hear.

When the door swung open, Alex found that her assumptions about Ms. Crawford were way off the mark. Assuming of course that this was the owner of the house standing in the doorway. A full figured woman who stood half a head taller than Alex, she had a bust that drew immediate attention. Raven black hair with just a trace of gray streamed down her back. Alex would put her age in her mid thirties but would later be surprised that Ms. Crawford was two months shy of forty-three. Even in the plain sweatsuit she was wearing, the woman exuded a sense of poise and elegance.

“Good morning,” the older woman said with a smile that if anything, made her seem even younger. “Can I help you?”

“I think that was supposed to be my line,” Alex replied with an equally warm smile. “My name is Alex May and I’m here about the ad you posted in the hardware store.”

“Well that was quick,” she said as her face seemed to beam even brighter. Please come in. I’ll have to ask you to excuse the mess, I really wasn’t expecting anyone today. No, that’s really not true, the house would probably be just as messy if I knew you were coming. I’m Marilyn Crawford, by the way, but I’m sure you’ve already figured that out for yourself.”

As Alex followed Marilyn into a large cluttered living room, she had to admit their introduction had gone pretty well. No comments about how surprising it was to have a young woman applying for the position. More often than not, Alex spent much of an introduction just convincing people that she was serious.

Marilyn cleared some of the books piled on the sofa so that she and Alex could sit down.

“I tend to take books off the shelf and forget to put them back,” Marilyn apologized as she sat next to the younger woman. “Anyway, down to business. I’m sure you want to know what the jobs all about.”

Alex nodded in response. She quickly decided she liked this woman. She listened intently as Marilyn explained what she was looking for.

“I moved here about year ago to get away from the insane asylum were I used to Escort work.” She began. “Most people seem to grow up in small towns and can’t wait to move to the big city. I was the reverse. Grew up in probably the busiest city in the world and against all the odds wound up in the top of my field. Made a lot of money, but it was 24/7 existence. Not much time for a personal life or anything else.”

Marilyn paused for a breath as a far away look filled her face for a moment. She seemed to be thinking of someplace, or someone else.

“Then one day my world seemed to come crashing down. I had a friend, an associate actually. No, make that a friend, she deserves to be remembered that way. Anyway, one day the pressure got to be too much and she stepped in front of a cross-town bus. I’ve never been able to decide if she was just too tired or preoccupied to know what she was doing, or if she just lost it and didn’t care anymore. Either way, if I didn’t take that as a wakeup call, I don’t know what else would be.”

Marilyn paused a second time, noting that she was going on and on and had totally forgotten her manners.

“Would you like something to drink?” she asked.

“No I’m fine.” Alex responded.

“Well to get to the point,” she went on. “I needed to make a change in my life, a big change or else one of these days I might be the one under a bus.”

“How did you wind up here, if I might ask?”

“Well most of the people around here think I’m the crazy city lady who was stupid enough to buy the old Gallagher place,” Marilyn grinned. “Truth is, I’m a Gallagher on my mother’s side and the house belongs to a cousin. He’s been trying to sell it for years and was happy to practically give it to me. I had the major work the place needed done by some big contractors, enough to make the place livable at least. That and a few modifications to let me continue the work I used to do, at least on a smaller scale.”

“I noticed the satellite dishes and the extra power line outside. What kind of work do you do Ms. Crawford, if I might ask?”

Of course you might, it’s nothing clandestine or anything like that.” she laughed. “I’m what’s called a freelance market analyst. I do demographic and psychographic studies for companies, as well as acquisitions analysis. The latter part usually consists of identifying where good markets are and if any small suppliers exist that are ripe for purchase.”

“I have no idea what any of that means,” Alex said. “So I guess I’ll just take your word that you’re good at what you do.”

“Well I was good enough for a great many of my clients to still want to have me work for them, even if I’m no longer close enough to actually meet with any of them. That’s the wonder of this age of telecommunications. I can do my job just as easily a thousand miles away as I could when my office was just a few blocks away. Of course I’ve scaled down my workload somewhat. I make less, but now I find I have time for other interests. All in all, I think it’s a fair trade off.”

“Not that I haven’t found all of this very interesting, Ms. Crawford,” Alex said as politely as she could. “But I’m still not exactly sure what you might want to hire me for.”

“You’re right, I have been rambling on, haven’t I?” she laughed. “l really don’t have a lot of visitors out here and I guess I just got carried away a little. I like my solitude, but sometimes I miss having a real person to talk to. At least one not on a computer screen. Not many of the locals are interested in what I do, but judging from your accent you’re not exactly a local yourself are you?”

“No, I’m not a local.” Alex replied.

“Well, what I’m looking for is someone who can fix some of the little things around here, as well as help restore some of the beauty of this old house. I could have some big outfit come in, but I really don’t want to turn this place into a work zone. I’d much rather have the work done a little more slowly and still maintain my privacy. Do you think you could handle that?”

“I’m sure I could,” Alex said as she reached into the small red backpack she had been carrying when she came in. “I have a few letters of recommendation and a list of …”

“I’ve always considered myself a pretty good judge of people,” Marilyn interrupted. “You can hold onto those. What say we try it for a week and see how it goes?”

“Sounds fine to me,” Alex said. “But I should tell you that I really don’t usually stay in one place too long. I’m the type of person who likes to stay on the move.”

“Well, like I said, lets give it a week and see how it goes. Then we’ll take it a week at a time if everything works out. That sound fair to you?”

“I think we have a deal.” Alex smiled and reached out her hand.

“One thing though,” the older woman said. “My mother was Ms. Crawford, I’d rather you call me Marilyn.”

“Okay, Marilyn.” Alex replied.

“Have you found a place to stay in town yet?” Marilyn asked.

“Well as long as the weather stays nice, I usually just camp out in my van.” the younger woman said.

“Well Bayan Escort we can forget about that,” Marilyn said. “Not while I have four empty bedrooms. We’ll just consider it one of the perks of the job.”

“You won’t get any argument from me.” Alex said, thinking how nice it would be to sleep in a real bed for a change.

“Well it looks like all we have to decide is where you should start.” Marilyn said.

“Might I suggest the doorbell?” Alex said.

Marilyn laughed. “I knew I was making the right decision in hiring you.”

Early the next morning, Alex again showed up at Zalman’s Hardware. She had been able to repair the doorbell with the materials at hand, but for some of the larger jobs she was going to need some supplies. As she was the day before, Wendy was behind the counter, wearing a dress just as revealing as the one yesterday.

“Good morning.” Alex said as she walked up to the counter.

“Oh, its you.” The long haired blond said in a disappointed tone as she looked up and saw Alex standing in front of her. This time she didn’t seem to notice the denim blouse and jeans Alex was wearing, instead diverting all of her brain power to the idea that she might have come back to take Mike up on his offer.

“I’m going to need some supplies,” Alex smiled after waiting a few beats to let Wendy think what she willed. “I’ve typed it all out on this list. Would you have it all in stock or do you have to order it?”

The nineteen year old looked at the long list that Alex had handed her, a look of confusion quickly filling her face.

“I’m afraid I’m not sure what some of these things are,” Wendy said. ‘I’ll have to check with Mr. Zalman and he hasn’t come in to work yet this morning.”

“I’ll bet if I’d put knee pads on the list you’d know what they were.” Alex thought as she considered that she wasn’t going to get to start any of the projects today as she planned. “Do you know what time you might expect him?” she asked instead.

“Well on Friday’s he usually doesn’t come in until the afternoon.” she admitted.

“Great.” Alex said under her breath, thinking now that it might be Monday before she got any of her supplies.

“Is there a problem, Wendy?” said a feminine voice from behind the counter divider.

Alex looked past the teenager to see a tall buxom redhead step from an office behind the checkout counter. The woman looked to be in her late thirties or early forties. She was wearing a rather plain dress that covered her impressive bust yet at the same time, drew attention to it.

“I’m Gloria Zalman, can I be of any help?” she said as she reached the edge of the counter.

“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Zalman,” Alex said, wondering if Mr. Zalman had a woman that looked like this sharing his bed, why in the world would he need the airhead blond. “My name is Alex May and I’m going to be working in town for a while, doing some renovation work on what I guess you know as the Gallagher house. I was hoping that I could pick up some supplies this morning to get started but your salesclerk here informs me that I’d have to wait until your husband comes in this afternoon to see if you have any of it in stock.”

“Oh, so you’re the contractor that Marilyn hired.” Gloria said with a beaming smile. “She called me not twenty minutes ago to say that she’d hired the most delightful young woman to do some work on her house and would I be so kind as to set up a line of credit for anything you might need for the repairs.”

The bright smile quickly faded to one of dissatisfaction as she turned her attention to Wendy and took the long list out of her hand. Gloria took a moment to run her finger down the paper, nodding her head as checked off certain items.

“We have most of this in stock,” she said as she looked up, her smile reappearing. “What we don’t I’m sure we can get for you by Monday or Tuesday.”

“That would be fine.” Alex said with relief.

“Wendy, why don’t you take this list back to Billy John and ask him to get together the things I checked off and have them delivered this afternoon to Ms. Crawford’s.”

“Yes, Mrs. Zalman.” Wendy said as she quickly went off into the lumberyard behind the store in search of Billy John.

“I do apologize for Wendy,” Gloria said as she came out from behind the counter. “I know she’d not the brightest, but most of the customers that come in here are men and my husband seems to feel that they do more business when they see her behind the counter. And I have to admit, she does seem to draw them with the assets that she does have.”

‘I guess so.” Alex agreed, wondering why she got the impression that Mrs. Zalman, or Gloria as she insisted she call her, knew exactly what if anything might be going on with Wendy and her husband. More so, she didn’t seem to care.

“Can I offer you a cup of coffee?” Gloria said as she reached for the decanter resting beneath the Mr. Coffee.

“That would be fine.” Alex said.

As the two women drank their coffee and made small talk, Wendy returned to the counter. A gruff bearded man in his fifties came in and bought some paint supplies. As he paid for them, Wendy leaned over the counter asking if he needed anything else. Her posture gave the man a clear view down her dress and the braless breasts within.

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Operating room greens had become the standard dress for ninety percent of the hospital’s staff. Nurses, porters and even the housekeeping staff had opted to wear the easy to care for scrubs.

The only problem was without closely scrutinizing their photo I.D.s it was impossible to tell their position.

None of the patients suspected Vicki was part of the housekeeping staff. Even in her loose fitting green scrubs the tall blonde was too sophisticated looking to be merely a cleaner. With her hair done perfectly up and her makeup meticulously applied she had the air of register nurse.

The thirty-six-year-old mother was accustom to being mistaken for a nurse and if conditions permitted she would sometimes go along with the mistake.

Often upon entering a patient’s room she would receive request for a nurse’s service or more.

Several times she had “assisted” bedridden guys to urinate, lovingly holding their cocks while they emptied their bladders into the urinal always stroking it before putting it away.

If it was during the night shift and no one was around she might even take him in her mouth and suck his sperm out of his throbbing cock.

Long-term patients were always on to lookout for the generous Florence Nightingale. If they saw her on the ward they would try to get her attention.

Charlie Beasley had been in the hospital for over two weeks. The fifty-six-year-old businessman was recovering from a bout of meningitis and occupied a private room in ward Seven East.

Beasley’s room had become a favorite stop for the attractive housekeeper.

Vicki has started as usual by sucking Beasley’s cock and after giving him head a few times decided she would fuck him.

It was four in the morning when Vicki slipped into Beasley’s room. The ward nurses were gathered in the nurses’ station on a break and exchanging gossip.

The only sound in the dimly light room was Beasley’s heavy breathing as he slept. Vicki had removed her underwear when she changed into her scrubs so when she slipped off the pants she was naked from the waist down.

Carefully she climbed onto Beasley’s bed straddling him. Beasley stirred and Vicki clamped her hand over his mouth.

“Shhhhh!” she whispered to the startled patient.

Beasley smiled seeing the attractive woman on top of him and Vicki removed her hand from his mouth.

“We’re going to fuck.” she informed Beasley.

Vicki could feel Beasley’s Manavgat Escort Bayan erection pressed against her pussy through his pajama bottoms. Reaching down she freed his cock from the pajamas and guided the head to her waiting opening.

Lowering herself Beasley’s hard cock slid into her.

Vicki loved the feeling of a stranger’s cock in her, robbing some wife of her husband’s sperm. Slowly she rose and fell on his cock.

Beasley’s hands went up under her top and were pleasantly surprised to find her bare breasted. His hands cupped her large mounds and gently squeezed them.

“Suck them!” Vicki moaned.

Beasley lifted the green scrubs exposing Vicki’s naked tits. She bent forward lowering her delicious pink nipples to his mouth. Beasley swallowed her left nipple whilst still grasping both her tits.

Vicki’s ass was no going up and down like a wild pile driver, slamming Beasley’s cock far up into her hungry cunt. She knew Beasley having been in hospital so long would have a mega-load of cum stored up for her. She wanted his to blow his load into her.

Beasley had a nice size cock that fit Vicki’s pussy perfectly. She had tried younger guys in the past but they tended to come to quickly leaving her unsatisfied.

She had even mounted a black guy one time but his cock had been huge and her pussy ached for days after.

Vicki’s husband Rick was always excited when she got home from a shift and told him some guy had cum in her. Rick would head right downtown and slurp her pussy in hopes of getting a taste of her lover.

Of course word of the mysterious “fucking nurse” spread from patient to patient so each nigh Vicki was on duty was like a lottery for hopeful patients awaiting a visit from the phantom nymphomaniac. Guys would go to sleep pulling their pricks and dreaming about a nocturnal visit from the nurse who loved cock.

Vicki seldom fucked the same patient more than one time. She would suck their cocks a few times and then screw them if she liked the feel of their cock. Swallowing their cum was not a problem but having her pussy flooded with sperm posed a danger of pregnancy. It was only during her “safe” periods she wandered the halls without underwear.

Unbeknownst to her husband Vicki did have a lover on staff at the hospital. Lloyd Jackson was a slender twenty-two-year old black porter, single and dating a pretty white nurse. What Jackson lacked in stature he made Manavgat Escort up for in cock size.

The young black had a ten-inch cock that brought immeasurable joy to Vicki many times in the linen supply room. Bent over against the wall with her pants down around her ankles Jackson for drive his big black schlong into her from behind while gripping her tits. Vicki had a difficult time restraining herself from crying out her orgasm for others to hear.

Vicki always allowed Jackson to come in her planning to tell her husband she had miscalculated if she became pregnant. She fancied the idea of having Jackson’s baby and she knew her husband would support it. She fucked Jackson every chance she got with carefree abandonment.

Then there was old Bill McIntyre the guy who worked in the furnace room. Bill was a quiet guy less than two years away from retiring.

The furnace room was a place Vicki liked to hide and get away from the hustle bustle of the hospital. Tucked away in the bowels of the building few people even knew it was there.

McIntyre had the furnace room set up like a home-away-from-home. A desk where he filled in his reports and an old couch salvaged from a refurnished lounge somewhere in the hospital. A large picture of a naked Pam Anderson hung on the wall behind his desk.

Vicki enjoyed fucking in the solitude of the furnace room. Usually it was McIntyre who scratched Vicki’s insatiable itch but at times Ed Wass, one of the electricians, would join them.

The threesome would cram as much sex into the short time available as they could. Vicki would suck both cocks, ram them into her always-hungry pussy and give them her ass.

Vicki knew she was in trouble, why else would the Director of Personnel have sent for her?

Sitting outside Lawrence Gooding’s office she nervously went through the possibilities in her mind.

“Mr. Gooding will see you now.” the prudish secretary announced opening the door into Gooding’s office.

Wearing her work scrubs Vicki entered the office and heard the door close behind her.

Lawrence Gooding was an older man who had been head of personnel since Christ was a cowboy. His thinning red hair was turning gray at the temples and his antiquated spectacles added years to his face.

“Sit down Vicki.” Gooding greeted her.

Vicki took a seat opposite Gooding’s desk.

“I’ve heard rumors about your extra-curricular activities.” Escort Manavgat Gooding said.

“Oh god, he knows about me fucking everybody!” she thought.

“Apparently you like hanging out in the furnace room?” Gooding stated.

“Sometimes I spend my breaks there.” Vicki said defensively.

“How would you like a break in my office?” Gooding said standing and unfastening his zipper.

Before her very eyes Gooding pulled out his erect cock.

“You like sucking these I hear?” he said brandishing his erection at her.

“I enjoy sucking a nice cock.” Vicki joined in his game.

Vicki got up and went over to where Gooding stood and was about to kneel down before him.

“Take your clothes off.” Gooding ordered.

Vicki was uneasy, being naked in the Director’s office with his secretary just outside the door?

She tugged the loose-fitting top off over her head and slid the bottoms down over her hips and was naked.

She knelt in front of Gooding and took his hardon into her hand.

Deliberately she opened her lips and directed him into her waiting mouth.

Gooding moaned as Vicki’s lips sealed around his shaft and her tongue took over his cock. Gently her warm, moist tongue painted his shaft, sliding up the underside and swirling over the head before returning to the base along the top. Vicki’s tongue mapped every bulging vein and pleasure-giving bump in Gooding’s hard fuck-stick.

When the cockhead touched the back of her mouth she inhaled deeply forming a warm haven around the old guy’s cock. Twisting her head she guided him into her throat and felt his enter her esophagus. Vicki’s lips were pressed against pubic hair and Gooding’s scrotum as she swallowed his entire cock. Opening her lips she allowed him to skull-fuck her.

Gooding gripped the back of her head as his cock flew in and out of her throat in frenzy. Vicki knew the old bastard was about to shoot a volley of his snot down her throat as her one hand gently squeezed his ball sack whilst she stuck her finger in his asshole.

She triggered Gooding’s climax, long strings of spunk fired into her gullet and began sliding down into her stomach.

“Aaaaaaagh!” Gooding groaned as he emptied his balls into the housekeeper’s mouth.

Vicki feared his secretary would hear him and come rushing in to see what was wrong. Nothing happened as she consumed Gooding’s sperm.

Vicki’s work schedule was amended for her to provide her services as required. She was available two shifts per week for Gooding’s pleasure as well as three others for the boys on the maintenance shaft. She still volunteered to do some night shifts so she could wander the wards looking for patients in need of her services.

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The company organised an annual team building opportunity for both key and junior staff members, held somewhere in North Wales, normally in late October. The event was a great diversion from the day to day workload pressures. Most of the staff enjoyed what could be a real fun break, especially if the participants enjoyed the physical aspects and were reasonably fit. Wendy fell quite happily into both of these areas. It could however be a bit daunting for people who have not experienced some of the aspects of the Outward Bound regime especially when the weather is not so good.

This was the second time she had been selected for the team building week, the first had been four years ago when she first joined the company. Being aware now of what would be required of her, she was looking forward to a week in the mountainous countryside, climbing and abseiling, with probably a bit of canoeing or raft building thrown in for good measure.

Wendy was twenty six, with fair hair and a well kept body. The sort of woman that would always get a second look, her bright blue eyes ensured that eye contact was maintained just a little longer than normal when both men and women looked into them. She had no ties at home living alone in a small two bed apartment close to her work base as she had done for the past two years. The death of her parents in a flying accident had left her enough to buy the apartment outright. For a while she had shared it with a like friend, Gillian, but she had moved on almost a year ago. The relationship with Gillian however was not that strong but at the time it satisfied a need in both of them.

When the participants arrived on the Sunday, the meet place was in the village where the cars were left for the duration. Along with those that came by public transport, they were picked up by minibuses and ferried up to the professionally run lodge. Rooms were pre-allocated, the girls sharing two to a bunkroom, the lads kept nicely apart from them in a communal dormitory, probably for fear of extra-curricular activities as a result of the invigorating exercise and fresh air.

At first, she hadn’t given her cabin sharer much attention, she was an administration assistant from somewhere in the Northern office and was probably about nineteen but looked younger, almost like a schoolgirl. Wendy had already unpacked and was sitting downstairs in the lounge so she had seen her arrive on the second transport. She saw her looking at the room allocation before making off with her travel bag. At the time, Wendy had no idea that she was to be her room mate but after she got up and looked again at the listings, the penny dropped.

That afternoon there was a social get together, with the team leaders explaining, as they always did, the do’s and don’ts, where the boots and the cleaning gear was kept. Finally, in turn, each of them had to stand and introduce themselves but were not allowed to say what their position was in the company. Not that that mattered because they all knew what department each of them worked in anyway but it was just a reminder that they were all equal for the duration.

Her roommate was a shy Linda from Durham, unmarried, no boyfriend and living with Mum and Dad, an only child and with a local accent that had a nice lilting tone. Wendy watched her as she reeled off her personal introduction. It struck her then that she really was very attractive with dark hair tied back in a pony-tail, quite a sweet boyish, slim figure and a most appealing pert bottom and tiny breasts that Wendy could almost die to get her hands on. It crossed her mind that at least she might get a look at her without the confines of the tracksuit and tee shirt she was wearing at the moment.

During the final team session, after they had eaten, the trainer was showing them how to tie various safety knots, Wendy noticed Linda looking in her direction several times. A couple of times they made eye contact, just for a brief moment. Finally, the group adjourned to the lounge and sat around in three or four groups chatting, a log fire crackling in the hearth adding to the general ambience. Wendy joined a couple of the guys who like her were in engineering so she didn’t get any time with Linda who was sitting with a group of young people, but once again, she noticed her keep looking towards her. This she thought was a little strange but let it pass although she did on one occasion, make eye contact with the girl holding it for just a little longer than might be normal. The girl blushed as if she had been caught out in something but Wendy smiled at her and she returned the smile and then quickly turned away.

At this moment, Wendy wasn’t sure what had happened between them but she was intrigued as it was something a little different than would be expected between two people who were at the time no more than casual acquaintances. She hoped that the continued eye contact suggested an almost intimate contact but felt perhaps that she was reading too much into porno izle it but nevertheless, hoped that she may have had some interest other than Linda seeing her as a roommate.

At a reasonable time, Wendy made her excuses to the men that she was with and headed off to the room for a fairly early night, ready to face the next day’s rigours. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Linda getting up and following along behind her so she turned and waited for her, holding out her hand as she approached.

“Hello, I’m Wendy, you must be Linda.” as she shook her hand and made a physical connection.

“Yes, that’s right,” she more or less whispered, “This is my first time at this sort of thing.”

Wendy gave her a little reassuring smile as they walked side by side, “Don’t worry, it’s a fun thing really and if you get stuck, I can give you a hand, we’re on the same team so it won’t be cheating.”

As Linda stood aside for her to go before her into the room, she looked at her and said “After you.” and stepped back for Wendy to go into the room before her.

“You didn’t need to do that.” Wendy said, perhaps sounding a little annoyed, “We’re all equal this week.”.

“Uh oh, sorry, I guess it was force of habit you being so much older.”.

Those few words completely deflated her, ‘Did she think I was her Mum or something’ Wendy wondered.

“That’s you off my Christmas card list.” Wendy managed to come back with.

Linda was mortified when she realised what she had said but when Wendy starting laughing, it restored the moment and although still a little embarrassed, the moment passed but they now had a little shared intimacy with each other.

They both readied for bed, discreetly turning their backs to each other as they undressed and climbed into their nightwear. Wendy hadn’t expected anything even marginally sexual to happen on the course so had only brought a basic and very unsexy top and bottom sleep suit with her which she climbed into. When she turned, Linda had a fairly short nightdress on but had kept her panties on until she had pulled back the duvet. Then, pulling it over her like a puppy in a sack, wriggled out of them and leaned over to put them on the stand with her other clothes. So, following her example, Wendy climbed into her single bed after putting the light out, managing to stub her toe in the darkness to the merriment of both of them. She didn’t think she was that tired as she looked across at the girl opposite her, all sorts of thoughts racing through her head but before long, was in a deep sleep.

She woke with the morning light just creeping in through the window and turned to look at her sleeping partner, fast asleep, her dark hair spilling all over the pillow. It was still early but Wendy wanted to get a shower so she climbed out, grabbed her robe and made her way to the female bathroom and took a very pleasant but quick shower. After she had dried, she made her way back to the room and started to dress. The noise must have woken Linda as she opened one eye and looked across at her. For a moment, she seemed to be struggling to work out where she was but then she was sitting up in bed, looking as fresh as a daisy.

“Good morning.” Wendy ventured, “Did you sleep well, I slept like a log, must be the mountain air?”.

With a little stifled yawn, she looked at Wendy almost fully dressed and said “Am I late, you’re nearly ready?” and swung out of bed, reaching for her dressing gown.

Wendy made a great play of putting her socks on and giving them her every attention but in fact, she could just see the dark triangle of pubic hair beneath the girl’s nightdress hem and then it was gone as she pulled her dressing gown around herself and after grabbing at her wash bag and towel, headed out of the room to the shower.

“Don’t be long,” Wendy called after her “I’ll wait for you and we can go along to breakfast.”

She was quite quick, returning with her hair soaking wet wrapped in a towel, the dressing gown pulled tightly around her, her nightdress in her hand which she slipped under her pillow and pulled up the duvet to cover the bed. She dried her hair with the towel, then turning her back to Wendy and without removing the dressing gown stepped into her panties and pulled her track suit bottoms up over them. Carefully taking her arms out of the sleeves, with the gown still covering her, the little bra went on next, then after shrugging off the dressing gown, she pulled on her tee shirt. Wendy had a view of her slim back but it was very fleeting. When she turned around, Wendy had deliberately turned away from her but those little subtle erotic glimpses had created what were the inevitable feelings of sexual excitement.

Two days went by during which they did quite a lot of rock climbing and together, the two girls formed more of a bond. Linda had a fear of heights but with a little help from the instructor and with Wendy’s hand on her bottom pushing her up to the next brazzers level, they did well together. Wendy was certainly fitter than her that was for sure as she seemed to run out of steam quite often and needed more than a little encouragement. They were good days however, they both enjoyed it despite the tears when she realised how high she was during the first climb but with her partner tight up behind her and roped up with her as they made the ledge, she gained the confidence to go on. The three men that were with them, also called encouragement to her, the five of them ending the first two days in the big outdoors, working as a team.

The third evening, Wendy was able to spend a little more time chatting to Linda, but as there were a couple of other women in the group who had joined them, the conversation was mainly swopping stories about their personal situations, marriage, boyfriends and parents. When they broke up to get some sleep, it was pretty much like the previous evenings in their room, with Wendy wanting to get a better look at her young friend’s body. This evening however with more success, as Linda seemed to be more at ease and was a little less reserved. She didn’t bother to turn her back when removing her undergarments and whilst Wendy averted her gaze, she noticed that when she in turn undressed, Linda didn’t avert her gaze. She seemed to not be embarrassed now by Wendy seeing her body. But, there was no opportunity to go any further as Linda jumped into her bed and pulled the covers up to her chin. Wendy finally drifted off to sleep with thoughts of the forbidden fruit in the bed next to her, feeling that familiar dampness between her legs.

The fourth evening was more of a social event. The whole of the group were together in the lounge with the instructors and it turned into quite a fun evening. Although no concert pianist, Wendy was able to knock out a few tunes on the piano in the corner keeping the party atmosphere going until quite late. Linda was drinking wine along with the others but had consumed perhaps a little more than she was used to as when she stood up to go to bed, she was very wobbly, clinging to Wendy who had moved alongside her for support. A couple of the men were a little concerned and offered to help but Wendy assured them it was OK, so with an arm round the girl for support, the two girls tottered of to bed. By the time they got into the room however, Wendy thought Linda was going to pass out but she carefully helped her over to her bed, laid her down and began to help her to get her clothes off.

Her top came off first and then after undoing the bra, there were those beautiful little breasts open to her gaze. They were so cute but beautifully shaped with delicious little pink nipples. She was very giggly and uncaring by this time. Wendy sat her up and helped her on with her shortie nightdress making sure that her hand brushed across a nipple. Then, laying her back on the bed, took off her trainers and socks and carefully pulled down and took off her track suit bottoms. Unsure if she dared remove her panties, the last item, the doubt was resolved as there she was taking them off herself. It seemed she was no longer aware of Wendy who wasn’t sure if it was just what she did when she went to bed, but there it was in front of her for her to stare and wonder at.

Wendy was captivated, Linda’s legs were apart as if she wanted in a strange way to be looked at, but by now, the girl seemed to be nearly asleep, her mouth just slightly open and breathing the breath of someone going into a deep sleep. Wendy reached out and touched the pinkness hidden amongst the glossy black hair with the tip of her finger. Linda didn’t stir, her eyes still closed, her breath coming evenly. She waited before making yet another gentle touch, then so quietly moved upwards for just one touch of that hidden clitoris. Her finger lingered, just applying a gentle pressure on the spot. All the time she was watching to make sure that she didn’t go too far and that Linda wouldn’t wake up screaming but her breathing was still deep, so she thought that by now she was well asleep with the effects of the wine.

As she so gently moved her finger on her clitoris, she felt it begin to harden under her finger. ‘My God’ she thought ‘I have to stop before it all goes wrong’ and moved away from her and actually suddenly felt a little guilty. She was more than a little concerned that Linda would have some recall about what had just happened. To cover this, she took Linda’s hand and put it down between the girl’s legs, pushed her legs together, rolled her onto her side and covered her over with the duvet hoping that if she came to wondering why she was sexually excited, she would believe that it was of her own actions.

Still sitting on the bed, Wendy urgently pulled down her own pants and watching her, began to masturbate, dipping her fingers into the slippery secretions and rubbing at her clitoris until the orgasm hit fake taxi porno her. She was still excited even after the rush of the release, so after putting out the light, she undressed, climbed into her own bed, now naked and began the gentle rhythm that brought her once more to orgasm.

She was not sure how long she had been asleep but awoke to feel someone getting into bed with her. There was a whitish light in the room from the bright moon in a clear sky. In the white glow, she could see the outline of Linda’s face, then a little voice said “I’m a bit scared, and the room’s going round a bit, can I get in with you for a while, there’s something outside making a noise?”. Wendy moved over to make room holding back the duvet and then suddenly the young girl was in her arms, snuggling into her neck, whispering so quietly she could hardly hear “I liked what you did when you put me to bed”.

That little confidence made her heart jump. “I thought you were asleep” she whispered back “You looked so beautiful laying there” was about all she could say.

She was taken aback by the disclosure but at the same time more than a little excited that perhaps Linda wanted to get a little more physical. Her hard little breasts pressed against Wendy’s and she held her tight, soothing with her hands on her back and then she felt one of Linda’s legs go on top of hers so she slipped her own leg up between the thighs which had opened, she could feel the slight scratchiness of the pubic hair on her thigh as she pushed it up between her legs. Linda’s sex was pressed against her. She felt her face pushed towards her and gently nibbling her neck. Stii, Wendy wasn’t sure but allowed a little more pressure with her thigh between her legs and then, imperceptibly at first, Linda was moving. Not a great deal to begin with, just slight changes of pressure and all the time she was kissing Wendy’s neck and making little sounds. Wendy couldn’t help herself, it seemed to come naturally as she clenched and released her thigh muscles in time with Linda’s smaller movements until the girl was pushing down hard on her and she could feel a subtle wet slipperiness from her.

Her head moved back from Wendy’s neck and her mouth was there for her to kiss. Their mouths joined together and they kissed deep and hard, the tongue licking at her. all the time the movements on her thigh getting faster and harder, then with a little cry she came, shuddering and making noises into Wendy’s open mouth.

Holding her close while her breathing returned to something approaching normality. It was then that Linda perhaps felt a little guilty at what had happened between them. “Oh my God” she said “I’m sorry Wendy, I dreamt that you were touching me and then I woke up and heard noises outside and was scared but you were so warm and you were naked and I couldn’t stop what I was doing and when you kissed me, it was so good.”

“Sshh, it’s fine, “Wendy told her “I liked what you did, it was exciting and I wanted to kiss you and make you feel good, go to sleep now.” She kissed Linda on the mouth and she kissed back but she wasn’t ready to sleep, she wanted to talk.

“I’ve never done it like that with anybody else before” she confided, ” My Mum and Dad are quite strict and I’ve never had a proper boyfriend. I’ve had sleepovers with some of the girls when I was at school, but we only talked about it and practiced kissing and things and with one of my friends, we cuddled a lot and sometimes we touched each other over our pyjamas but we didn’t really do each other, you know, properly, but once she let me rub myself on her but it didn’t happen, she didn’t ever rub herself on me. A couple of times she did herself down her pyjamas but only under the covers and she wouldn’t let me look. It didn’t really work for her I don’t think but she seemed to want me to think it had. I’ve always felt closer to other girls and I think about them a lot, not boys.”

The confession, if you could call it that, was not what Wendy expected and she was surprised at what she had told her. After a few minutes she asked Linda “Do you do yourself then? “.

There was a little silence as she thought about the question. “Yes, I do it quite a lot actually, I started doing it before I left school but I’ve never told anybody about it apart from my best friend Janice but that doesn’t count does it, we don’t really do it together, just mostly talk about it and we kiss each other. When I got into bed with you, I knew what I was feeling and that you had touched me there and I needed someone to hold me tight and then when you didn’t have any clothes on, it happened and it was all so nice and it made me come. It was so much better than doing it on my own. “

Understandably, Wendy was by now very turned on the way this conversation was going, she wanted to come herself, she wanted yet another orgasm. “Shall we do it together? ” Wendy asked and moved over onto her back and started to play with her own so sensitive clitoris, carefully slipping a finger in for lubrication, waiting for Linda to do the same in the confines of the small single bed but instead, the girl turned onto her stomach and stuffed the pillow between her legs and stated moving backwards and forwards on it.

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It was a warm summers evening and the daylight was slowly diminishing as I sat in my car waiting for Jade to return with our Chinese take-away. We found ourselves in some unknown area of Rochdale after trying to visit a girl friend we had met the weekend previously at a nightclub.

This friend of ours unfortunately could not keep her appointments and obviously forgot that Jade and I were calling. So that left us time to drive around the town just cruising the streets, taking onboard the way people lived around there.

We both fancied a Chinese take-away after picking up the spicy smells through our open windows, that hit our nostrils whilst driving past a line of shops on the high street.

Jade volunteered to fetch it and I waited listening to some smooth jazz on the stereo and watching three men sitting outside a local bar as they sat drinking. They noticed her get out and walk over to restaurant and I could hear them passing comments between themselves of how they would love to feel her up and do things to her as they watched her. I was not shocked at their annotations or innuendos as one becomes used to it from guys who get together and become outspoken through drinking alcohol. Lets face it, we do the same ourselves on those girly nights out, but I hasten to add, more discreetly.

“Hiya darling, fancy a drink!” One of the men called over to me. “You and your friend. Come and join us.” I smiled and tried my best to be pleasant without exchanging conversation.

“She’s driving mate.” The other older man kindly informed him. “Can’t drink whilst driving.” At least he was thinking straight from his mind. But the other two continued to offer their invitations.

The younger man came over to the car, spilling his drink slightly on the way, which was a clear indication that he was somewhat intoxicated. I must admit he was quite well dressed and quite good-looking, a man who clearly looked after his physique. He looked inside at me and smiled saying; “No offence love, but we were just asking if you would like a bit of fun. You see me and my mate, not the old guy, me and John, thought that it was such a nice evening and maybe you were up for a bit of nightclub or perhaps a few drinks and meal or something.”

I looked ahead, gripping the steering wheel and sucked my teeth. “I don’t think so. But thank you for asking.” I replied, pleasantly. Then he scratched his head, thinking of something else to say. He looked in and scanned my top, moving on downwards to look at my thighs.

“Very nice. You going somewhere nice then?” he asked.

“Not particularly, no.” I could see his nostrils twitching, searching out my perfume and getting high on everything else his senses could pick up.

“You got a boyfriend love?” he asked.

“Yes I have as a matter of fact.” I replied, again being as genial as possible.

“What about your friend?”

“What about her?” I asked. “Does she have a boyfriend?”

“Not at the moment, no.”

“Good, then she might be up for some fun then? What do you think?” he asked.

“I doubt it very much.”

He started to point his finger at me grinning. “Wait a minute. You’re playing hard to get. I know your game. You want some fun don’t you? I can hear that mind of yours ticking over in your head. Its ok, I know how you girls think.”

“Do you?” I said.

“Mad for it.” He took one big gulp of his drink. “I bet you two are on the prowl looking for fun. Well, darling, your prayers have been answered. Here we are.”

“I don’t think so.”

I noticed Jade through the rear view mirror walking back to the car with the food packages in her hands. When she arrived she stood and waited for the guy to move away so that she could pass the packages through the window to me.

“Hi darling!” he said looking up xnxx at her. His eyes carefully scrutinising her legs and upwards to her top. Then he stood and smiled at her. “Fancy a bit of fun?”

“Watch my lips…” she began, “fuck off now, before I pour that drink over your head.”

I wanted to laugh out loud, as I expected Jade to say something, but not as directly as that. The man looked shocked and silently he walked away embarrassed by the laughter that his friends greeted him with. I accepted the packages and she walked around the car, amidst jeers from the men, to get back into the car. I handed her the packages once she had sat and replaced the seat belt.

“Jade, really. That was a bit naughty don’t you think?” I said, starting the car and driving off down the quiet high street. “I don’t think he was being unpleasant.”

“Why do you fancy him then?” she asked, unravelling the wrapping paper from the food to check the contents.

“Actually he was quite nice.”

“Nah! Probably married with a house full of kids and a down trodden wife.”

Of course, Jade knew all about that kind of thing. Her mother was certainly abused by her father who was a very heavy drinker and I suppose any man who came close to her intoxicated naturally became labelled as the same. She was very defensive towards me as I was with her. But there were times when I detected a certain protectiveness, which bordered upon jealousy with both men and women who tried to associate with me.

In all the years that Jade was my best friend and lover, I had always wondered if she was a lesbian rather than bisexual, as I certainly was. But then we have both had relationships with men and enjoyed them just as equally. Her attitude was the cause of her father, of which there was no doubts.

“Lets go somewhere quiet.” She said. “Somewhere we can eat our take-away and be alone for a while.”

“Do I detect something promising?” I asked with a grin. She smiled back at me with that gorgeous smile that signified that she was feeling good about herself and that she had something nice on her mind that she wanted to share with me.

I drove out of town and in the evening twilight, made for the surrounding country lanes miles from anywhere. The scent of the mid summer vegetation at dusk was so erotic to me. The days heat had warmed the trees and plants all around, leaving that sweet aroma that reminded me of sex in the air.

I stopped the car on a quiet lonely road and together we ate our Chinese take-away washed down with coke from a bottle I kept in the glove compartment. Each in turn passing it back and forth as we quenched our thirst.

“Know what?” Jade said, breaking a few minutes of silence. “I hate men.”

“No, I don’t think you do.”

“Really Lou, I hate them. I am convinced now that they are really shit. If I ever get pregnant, I want to give birth to girls. No boys, no men.”

“And who will give you these babies? Are you some kind of Virgin Mary?”

“Certainly not a virgin that’s for sure.” She replied with a serious look upon her face that made me start to laugh. “But, I can find a really quiet guy who will make love to me and I will have his babies whenever I wanted to get pregnant. And stop laughing, I’m serious.”

I sat back and watched her drink from the coke bottle. Her mind firmly focused on her future plans to find the perfect man that will provide her with girl babies each time she felt like spending nine months of her life gestating. Jade was beautiful in my eyes. She had a fantastic imagination and a refreshing personality that never failed to make me feel happy being with her. I loved her so much and I knew that she felt the same way about me.

I leaned forward and gently brushed her auburn hair over her earlobe to expose her cheek so that bakire porno I could softly place a kiss on her. Her skin was so soft and its fragrance made me feel so heady, that my kiss turned into tender licks, moving downwards onto her neck. I could hear her moan as I reached one of her erogenous parts, under her smooth chin. Then I turned her face so that I could kiss her lips, growing ever passionate as our tongues played in our mouths.

“Louise, I want you so badly,” She whispered. “It’s been a long time since we made love.” It had been weeks ago and we were so hot for each other, nothing could stop us from satisfying our needs at that moment in time.

I reclined her seat and opened each button on her blouse one by one as I kissed her on every part of her skin that became exposed. I began to lick in-between her breasts, squeezing them gently together as they lay cupped in her bra.

Moving my kisses over her soft mounds and onto her navel, I pulled her blouse free from the waistband of her skirt. I looked up and noticed her enjoying everything I was doing as she bit her lower lip, closed her eyes, anticipating my next move. “How horny are you Jade?” I asked. She never answered me. I slowly lifted her skirt, gathering it around her waist as she raised her buttocks for me so that I could expose her white cotton briefs. I placed my face close to her crotch and detected that sweet combination of cologne and sex. “Oh Jade, you smell so good.” I told her.

My heart began to pound in my chest as I pulled her briefs free from her pale hips, rolling them gently away from her mound and the auburn pubic hair that she so neatly trimmed. I could see a glimpse of inner petal peeking from her lips and so I irresistibly ran my tongue along it, teasing it as I continued to pull down the briefs. She gave out a moan and jerked closer to my tender ministrations, her body language begging me to please her so.

I knelt across her legs and lifted away my top, reaching around to unclip my bra she watched me and reached out with her hand to feel my breast, touching my nipple and playing with it ever so gently, teasing it into a tight erection between her thumb and finger. “I love you Louise,” she whispered.

“I love you too Jade. I love you so much that it hurts when we are apart. I don’t want you to leave ever.” I told her.

“You know that isn’t possible. You love Jason just as equally. You have to share your love between us. The same will happen to me one day, when I find the right man to love me how I want to be loved.” I clasped her hand in mine, holding her to my breast.

“This feels so different. This is pure love and no man, no matter how much I love him, can make me feel as I do with you.”

“No Louise, it is just an extension of our experimental games. Real love is what you and Jason have for each other.”

“No Jade. Why do I always miss your tender fingers soothing me and your passionate kisses and caresses? Even when I am making love to Jason, I think of you.”

“Then maybe one day I will feel the same way as you do, when I love a man as you do.”

At that time in our lives together, Jason had come between us. I loved him, but I could not express to Jade in words the difference there was. With Jade is was like we were one and our souls were thrown together during the act of love making as if I could feel her feelings and she could feel mine. With Jason it was simple interaction. I tried to do the things he liked and he the same for me but the shared feelings were not the same.

When I touched Jade, running my finger along her moist lips, I could feel it myself, knowing the pleasure it was giving her. When I gently licked and tasted those same lips, I too could feel the same in me. It was more intense than interaction. bedava porno It was purely empathic, and no man, no matter how in love I was with him, could ever make love to me in that way.

The night drew on as darkness fell. We both stripped ourselves naked and indulged in what seemed blissful sex. Together, we lay on the reclined seats facing each other and brought ourselves to a climax using our fingers and thumbs, kissing passionately, at the same time as we felt the extreme closeness of our warm bodies. We could control our orgasms in such a way that we both knew when to ease off and allow each other to ride the immense feelings inside of us from one climax to another. And in all the years that we knew each other not only as friends, but lovers, it got better and better each time so it seemed.

As we lay, holding each other close, Jade fell into a restful sleep. I watched her and listened to her breathing. I had lost track of time and noticed that it was almost three in the morning. We had certainly been out longer than intended and we had accomplished something different and unplanned in those past hours.

I sat up and found my cell-phone, turned it on to read the messages. All of them from Jason, all asking how I was and where I was. So, I keyed in his number and called him.

“Darling, I’m sorry if I woke you. I’m fine, no problems. I’m with Jade right now and we are on our way home soon.” He told me to hurry home where he thought I would be safe, beside him in our bed. But he will never understand clearly exactly what I had shared that night with Jade. The hours of continuous lovemaking and affection that two women who love each other so much can enjoy. To Jason it was “our thing”; to us it was so much more.

I woke jade and helped her get dressed. Leaving her in semi-consciousness so as not to wake her totally out of her drifting twilight dreams. The journey to her home would take some time. Time enough to let her rest, until I escorted her to her flat and helped her into bed. Leaving her with the reminders of our night together, I kissed her tenderly on the lips and then I made sure that she was safe and secure before leaving.

It was almost five when I entered our house. I looked at Jason sleeping, sprawled out across the double bed with his arms out-stretched and snoring. And I found it funny in a way, reflecting on the fact that it could have been another man I was looking at, a strange man, a gorgeous and drunken man, had I not been faithful. But then I was not tempted, knowing that Jade and I had something important to do for ourselves given the opportunity.

I undressed and slipped into bed, coaxing his arms around me and getting him to hug me tight with his hand affectionately cupping my breast as I eventually fell asleep, thinking of my Jade.

At breakfast I watched him, rushing his cereal, constantly watching the time as he ate, so as not to be late for work. “Did you miss me last night?” I asked.

“Oh yes. Where did you say you were darling?”

“With Jade. We had a great time.”

“Oh yes, so you said. As long as you two enjoyed yourselves then that’s ok.”

“We made love again.” I told him.

“Yes, a bit of harmless fun I suppose. I know you two. The three of us should get together sometime. I mean that.”

“Does it bother you?” I asked.

“Not really. I know how close you two are and I don’t mind sharing you with Jade. I quite like it; it makes me feel horny, thinking about the things you two get up to. Must be fun. I just wish I could join in sometimes, that’s all.”

I sat back, sipping my coffee and smiled to myself. He got up and brushed away the crumbs from his lap and kissed me passionately before leaving for work. “See you later this afternoon darling. Have a nice day.”

I had no secrets to hide from Jason. He accepted the fact that Jade and I were “that little bit closer” than just friends as he put it. After all, Jade and I were lovers well before Jason walked into our lives. He had a place and he knew exactly where he fitted in.

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The company organised an annual team building opportunity for both key and junior staff members, held somewhere in North Wales, normally in late October. The event was a great diversion from the day to day workload pressures. Most of the staff enjoyed what could be a real fun break, especially if the participants enjoyed the physical aspects and were reasonably fit. Wendy fell quite happily into both of these areas. It could however be a bit daunting for people who have not experienced some of the aspects of the Outward Bound regime especially when the weather is not so good.

This was the second time she had been selected for the team building week, the first had been four years ago when she first joined the company. Being aware now of what would be required of her, she was looking forward to a week in the mountainous countryside, climbing and abseiling, with probably a bit of canoeing or raft building thrown in for good measure.

Wendy was twenty six, with fair hair and a well kept body. The sort of woman that would always get a second look, her bright blue eyes ensured that eye contact was maintained just a little longer than normal when both men and women looked into them. She had no ties at home living alone in a small two bed apartment close to her work base as she had done for the past two years. The death of her parents in a flying accident had left her enough to buy the apartment outright. For a while she had shared it with a like friend, Gillian, but she had moved on almost a year ago. The relationship with Gillian however was not that strong but at the time it satisfied a need in both of them.

When the participants arrived on the Sunday, the meet place was in the village where the cars were left for the duration. Along with those that came by public transport, they were picked up by minibuses and ferried up to the professionally run lodge. Rooms were pre-allocated, the girls sharing two to a bunkroom, the lads kept nicely apart from them in a communal dormitory, probably for fear of extra-curricular activities as a result of the invigorating exercise and fresh air.

At first, she hadn’t given her cabin sharer much attention, she was an administration assistant from somewhere in the Northern office and was probably about nineteen but looked younger, almost like a schoolgirl. Wendy had already unpacked and was sitting downstairs in the lounge so she had seen her arrive on the second transport. She saw her looking at the room allocation before making off with her travel bag. At the time, Wendy had no idea that she was to be her room mate but after she got up and looked again at the listings, the penny dropped.

That afternoon there was a social get together, with the team leaders explaining, as they always did, the do’s and don’ts, where the boots and the cleaning gear was kept. Finally, in turn, each of them had to stand and introduce themselves but were not allowed to say what their position was in the company. Not that that mattered because they all knew what department each of them worked in anyway but it was just a reminder that they were all equal for the duration.

Her roommate was a shy Linda from Durham, unmarried, no boyfriend and living with Mum and Dad, an only child and with a local accent that had a nice lilting tone. Wendy watched her as she reeled off her personal introduction. It struck her then that she really was very attractive with dark hair tied back in a pony-tail, quite a sweet boyish, slim figure and a most appealing pert bottom and tiny breasts that Wendy could almost die to get her hands on. It crossed her mind that at least she might get a look at her without the confines of the tracksuit and tee shirt she was wearing at the moment.

During the final team session, after they had eaten, the trainer was showing them how to tie various safety knots, Wendy noticed Linda looking in her direction several times. A couple of times they made eye contact, just for a brief moment. Finally, the group adjourned to the lounge and sat around in three or four groups chatting, a log fire crackling in the hearth adding to the general ambience. Wendy joined a couple of the guys who like her were in engineering so she didn’t get any time with Linda who was sitting with a group of young people, but once again, she noticed her keep looking towards her. This she thought was a little strange but let it pass although she did on one occasion, make eye contact with the girl holding it for just a little longer than might be normal. The girl blushed as if she had been caught out in something but Wendy smiled at her and she returned the smile and then quickly turned away.

At this moment, Wendy wasn’t sure what had happened between them but she was intrigued as it was something a little different than would be expected between two people who were at the time no more than casual acquaintances. She hoped that the continued eye contact suggested an almost intimate contact but felt perhaps that she was reading too much into porno izle it but nevertheless, hoped that she may have had some interest other than Linda seeing her as a roommate.

At a reasonable time, Wendy made her excuses to the men that she was with and headed off to the room for a fairly early night, ready to face the next day’s rigours. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Linda getting up and following along behind her so she turned and waited for her, holding out her hand as she approached.

“Hello, I’m Wendy, you must be Linda.” as she shook her hand and made a physical connection.

“Yes, that’s right,” she more or less whispered, “This is my first time at this sort of thing.”

Wendy gave her a little reassuring smile as they walked side by side, “Don’t worry, it’s a fun thing really and if you get stuck, I can give you a hand, we’re on the same team so it won’t be cheating.”

As Linda stood aside for her to go before her into the room, she looked at her and said “After you.” and stepped back for Wendy to go into the room before her.

“You didn’t need to do that.” Wendy said, perhaps sounding a little annoyed, “We’re all equal this week.”.

“Uh oh, sorry, I guess it was force of habit you being so much older.”.

Those few words completely deflated her, ‘Did she think I was her Mum or something’ Wendy wondered.

“That’s you off my Christmas card list.” Wendy managed to come back with.

Linda was mortified when she realised what she had said but when Wendy starting laughing, it restored the moment and although still a little embarrassed, the moment passed but they now had a little shared intimacy with each other.

They both readied for bed, discreetly turning their backs to each other as they undressed and climbed into their nightwear. Wendy hadn’t expected anything even marginally sexual to happen on the course so had only brought a basic and very unsexy top and bottom sleep suit with her which she climbed into. When she turned, Linda had a fairly short nightdress on but had kept her panties on until she had pulled back the duvet. Then, pulling it over her like a puppy in a sack, wriggled out of them and leaned over to put them on the stand with her other clothes. So, following her example, Wendy climbed into her single bed after putting the light out, managing to stub her toe in the darkness to the merriment of both of them. She didn’t think she was that tired as she looked across at the girl opposite her, all sorts of thoughts racing through her head but before long, was in a deep sleep.

She woke with the morning light just creeping in through the window and turned to look at her sleeping partner, fast asleep, her dark hair spilling all over the pillow. It was still early but Wendy wanted to get a shower so she climbed out, grabbed her robe and made her way to the female bathroom and took a very pleasant but quick shower. After she had dried, she made her way back to the room and started to dress. The noise must have woken Linda as she opened one eye and looked across at her. For a moment, she seemed to be struggling to work out where she was but then she was sitting up in bed, looking as fresh as a daisy.

“Good morning.” Wendy ventured, “Did you sleep well, I slept like a log, must be the mountain air?”.

With a little stifled yawn, she looked at Wendy almost fully dressed and said “Am I late, you’re nearly ready?” and swung out of bed, reaching for her dressing gown.

Wendy made a great play of putting her socks on and giving them her every attention but in fact, she could just see the dark triangle of pubic hair beneath the girl’s nightdress hem and then it was gone as she pulled her dressing gown around herself and after grabbing at her wash bag and towel, headed out of the room to the shower.

“Don’t be long,” Wendy called after her “I’ll wait for you and we can go along to breakfast.”

She was quite quick, returning with her hair soaking wet wrapped in a towel, the dressing gown pulled tightly around her, her nightdress in her hand which she slipped under her pillow and pulled up the duvet to cover the bed. She dried her hair with the towel, then turning her back to Wendy and without removing the dressing gown stepped into her panties and pulled her track suit bottoms up over them. Carefully taking her arms out of the sleeves, with the gown still covering her, the little bra went on next, then after shrugging off the dressing gown, she pulled on her tee shirt. Wendy had a view of her slim back but it was very fleeting. When she turned around, Wendy had deliberately turned away from her but those little subtle erotic glimpses had created what were the inevitable feelings of sexual excitement.

Two days went by during which they did quite a lot of rock climbing and together, the two girls formed more of a bond. Linda had a fear of heights but with a little help from the instructor and with Wendy’s hand on her bottom pushing her up to the next brazzers level, they did well together. Wendy was certainly fitter than her that was for sure as she seemed to run out of steam quite often and needed more than a little encouragement. They were good days however, they both enjoyed it despite the tears when she realised how high she was during the first climb but with her partner tight up behind her and roped up with her as they made the ledge, she gained the confidence to go on. The three men that were with them, also called encouragement to her, the five of them ending the first two days in the big outdoors, working as a team.

The third evening, Wendy was able to spend a little more time chatting to Linda, but as there were a couple of other women in the group who had joined them, the conversation was mainly swopping stories about their personal situations, marriage, boyfriends and parents. When they broke up to get some sleep, it was pretty much like the previous evenings in their room, with Wendy wanting to get a better look at her young friend’s body. This evening however with more success, as Linda seemed to be more at ease and was a little less reserved. She didn’t bother to turn her back when removing her undergarments and whilst Wendy averted her gaze, she noticed that when she in turn undressed, Linda didn’t avert her gaze. She seemed to not be embarrassed now by Wendy seeing her body. But, there was no opportunity to go any further as Linda jumped into her bed and pulled the covers up to her chin. Wendy finally drifted off to sleep with thoughts of the forbidden fruit in the bed next to her, feeling that familiar dampness between her legs.

The fourth evening was more of a social event. The whole of the group were together in the lounge with the instructors and it turned into quite a fun evening. Although no concert pianist, Wendy was able to knock out a few tunes on the piano in the corner keeping the party atmosphere going until quite late. Linda was drinking wine along with the others but had consumed perhaps a little more than she was used to as when she stood up to go to bed, she was very wobbly, clinging to Wendy who had moved alongside her for support. A couple of the men were a little concerned and offered to help but Wendy assured them it was OK, so with an arm round the girl for support, the two girls tottered of to bed. By the time they got into the room however, Wendy thought Linda was going to pass out but she carefully helped her over to her bed, laid her down and began to help her to get her clothes off.

Her top came off first and then after undoing the bra, there were those beautiful little breasts open to her gaze. They were so cute but beautifully shaped with delicious little pink nipples. She was very giggly and uncaring by this time. Wendy sat her up and helped her on with her shortie nightdress making sure that her hand brushed across a nipple. Then, laying her back on the bed, took off her trainers and socks and carefully pulled down and took off her track suit bottoms. Unsure if she dared remove her panties, the last item, the doubt was resolved as there she was taking them off herself. It seemed she was no longer aware of Wendy who wasn’t sure if it was just what she did when she went to bed, but there it was in front of her for her to stare and wonder at.

Wendy was captivated, Linda’s legs were apart as if she wanted in a strange way to be looked at, but by now, the girl seemed to be nearly asleep, her mouth just slightly open and breathing the breath of someone going into a deep sleep. Wendy reached out and touched the pinkness hidden amongst the glossy black hair with the tip of her finger. Linda didn’t stir, her eyes still closed, her breath coming evenly. She waited before making yet another gentle touch, then so quietly moved upwards for just one touch of that hidden clitoris. Her finger lingered, just applying a gentle pressure on the spot. All the time she was watching to make sure that she didn’t go too far and that Linda wouldn’t wake up screaming but her breathing was still deep, so she thought that by now she was well asleep with the effects of the wine.

As she so gently moved her finger on her clitoris, she felt it begin to harden under her finger. ‘My God’ she thought ‘I have to stop before it all goes wrong’ and moved away from her and actually suddenly felt a little guilty. She was more than a little concerned that Linda would have some recall about what had just happened. To cover this, she took Linda’s hand and put it down between the girl’s legs, pushed her legs together, rolled her onto her side and covered her over with the duvet hoping that if she came to wondering why she was sexually excited, she would believe that it was of her own actions.

Still sitting on the bed, Wendy urgently pulled down her own pants and watching her, began to masturbate, dipping her fingers into the slippery secretions and rubbing at her clitoris until the orgasm hit fake taxi porno her. She was still excited even after the rush of the release, so after putting out the light, she undressed, climbed into her own bed, now naked and began the gentle rhythm that brought her once more to orgasm.

She was not sure how long she had been asleep but awoke to feel someone getting into bed with her. There was a whitish light in the room from the bright moon in a clear sky. In the white glow, she could see the outline of Linda’s face, then a little voice said “I’m a bit scared, and the room’s going round a bit, can I get in with you for a while, there’s something outside making a noise?”. Wendy moved over to make room holding back the duvet and then suddenly the young girl was in her arms, snuggling into her neck, whispering so quietly she could hardly hear “I liked what you did when you put me to bed”.

That little confidence made her heart jump. “I thought you were asleep” she whispered back “You looked so beautiful laying there” was about all she could say.

She was taken aback by the disclosure but at the same time more than a little excited that perhaps Linda wanted to get a little more physical. Her hard little breasts pressed against Wendy’s and she held her tight, soothing with her hands on her back and then she felt one of Linda’s legs go on top of hers so she slipped her own leg up between the thighs which had opened, she could feel the slight scratchiness of the pubic hair on her thigh as she pushed it up between her legs. Linda’s sex was pressed against her. She felt her face pushed towards her and gently nibbling her neck. Stii, Wendy wasn’t sure but allowed a little more pressure with her thigh between her legs and then, imperceptibly at first, Linda was moving. Not a great deal to begin with, just slight changes of pressure and all the time she was kissing Wendy’s neck and making little sounds. Wendy couldn’t help herself, it seemed to come naturally as she clenched and released her thigh muscles in time with Linda’s smaller movements until the girl was pushing down hard on her and she could feel a subtle wet slipperiness from her.

Her head moved back from Wendy’s neck and her mouth was there for her to kiss. Their mouths joined together and they kissed deep and hard, the tongue licking at her. all the time the movements on her thigh getting faster and harder, then with a little cry she came, shuddering and making noises into Wendy’s open mouth.

Holding her close while her breathing returned to something approaching normality. It was then that Linda perhaps felt a little guilty at what had happened between them. “Oh my God” she said “I’m sorry Wendy, I dreamt that you were touching me and then I woke up and heard noises outside and was scared but you were so warm and you were naked and I couldn’t stop what I was doing and when you kissed me, it was so good.”

“Sshh, it’s fine, “Wendy told her “I liked what you did, it was exciting and I wanted to kiss you and make you feel good, go to sleep now.” She kissed Linda on the mouth and she kissed back but she wasn’t ready to sleep, she wanted to talk.

“I’ve never done it like that with anybody else before” she confided, ” My Mum and Dad are quite strict and I’ve never had a proper boyfriend. I’ve had sleepovers with some of the girls when I was at school, but we only talked about it and practiced kissing and things and with one of my friends, we cuddled a lot and sometimes we touched each other over our pyjamas but we didn’t really do each other, you know, properly, but once she let me rub myself on her but it didn’t happen, she didn’t ever rub herself on me. A couple of times she did herself down her pyjamas but only under the covers and she wouldn’t let me look. It didn’t really work for her I don’t think but she seemed to want me to think it had. I’ve always felt closer to other girls and I think about them a lot, not boys.”

The confession, if you could call it that, was not what Wendy expected and she was surprised at what she had told her. After a few minutes she asked Linda “Do you do yourself then? “.

There was a little silence as she thought about the question. “Yes, I do it quite a lot actually, I started doing it before I left school but I’ve never told anybody about it apart from my best friend Janice but that doesn’t count does it, we don’t really do it together, just mostly talk about it and we kiss each other. When I got into bed with you, I knew what I was feeling and that you had touched me there and I needed someone to hold me tight and then when you didn’t have any clothes on, it happened and it was all so nice and it made me come. It was so much better than doing it on my own. “

Understandably, Wendy was by now very turned on the way this conversation was going, she wanted to come herself, she wanted yet another orgasm. “Shall we do it together? ” Wendy asked and moved over onto her back and started to play with her own so sensitive clitoris, carefully slipping a finger in for lubrication, waiting for Linda to do the same in the confines of the small single bed but instead, the girl turned onto her stomach and stuffed the pillow between her legs and stated moving backwards and forwards on it.

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This is a follow-up from the previous story in my “Tales from the Bar” series. It would help if you read the others first.

*****

Hi, my name’s Patricia but people usually call me Trish. You might remember me from the story that Maz told of her ‘fun night’ with that young tart Naomi. At the time, she asked me to write about what happened to me, but I really didn’t want to. I felt that what had happened between me and Sandra was too private and intimate. It was only after I read her version that I felt I had to. I needed to redress the balance.

Everybody goes on and on about how lovely and sweet and kind Sandra is, which she is but not in the way most people see her. She offers up a façade to the outside world, let me tell you. For sure, she came over as friendly that first night when we met her at the restaurant. To be fair, I spent most of the time talking to Naomi. She was more my age and we were on the same wavelength. When we left, it seemed that Maz had already agreed to go back to their home for a nightcap, and I just sort of went along with it. Although I’d only known Naomi for a couple of hours we were getting along fine, and we walked back to where she lived hand in hand. I could hear the two oldies talking behind us, but they were too quiet for me to work out what was being said. Little did I know that they were plotting about us.

When we got back Naomi was sent off to fetch a bottle of wine and Sandra sat Maz on the sofa with her and I was left standing like a dummy. I was quite grateful when Sandra finally noticed me, but I felt a bit awkward when she made me sit between then. It was a bit of a tight squeeze and I was conscious of both their bodies squidged up against mine.

When Naomi came back she handed round the drinks and sat on the arm of the sofa next to Sandra who made some remark about how pretty she was. I knew that it wasn’t directed at me, so I kept silent but watched as Sandra’s hand stroked the length of Naomi’s thigh and made small forays under the hem of her skirt. It seemed almost as if she was marking her territory but, apart from that, I paid her little or no attention. Her eyes were fixed on me and I began to feel slightly awkward especially when she told Maz that she thought I was pretty as well. I took a large gulp of wine to cover my embarrassment and that was when things started going weird.

Apparently Naomi had a dance and Sandra wanted to show her off. At first she seemed reluctant but eventually stood up and went over and hunted through their collection of CDs. The dance, when it started, wasn’t directed at all three of us but was clearly aimed at Maz. I’ve never actually been to see a striptease show but the music and the dance were exactly how I imagined things happened. I’ve been to a few all girl parties in my time and it was the sort of music that would prompt some very explicit ‘dirty dancing’. I’m sure you know what I mean.

Anyway, that is what Naomi proceeded to do directly in front of Maz. My jaw dropped as I could hardly believe it was happening. I expected, at any moment, that Maz would say something, maybe even make an excuse and leave, but she seemed hypnotised by the gyrating girl standing far too close to her. Even I couldn’t take my eyes off her and when I felt a hand on my thigh I couldn’t move.

By now Naomi was topless and was playing with her breasts and nipples in a blatant invitation to Maz. Sandra put her mouth close to my ear.

“She’s very sexy isn’t she,” she whispered.

I couldn’t speak but managed a nod of agreement. When Naomi suddenly pushed Maz’s legs apart my own legs were pushed even harder into Sandra’s. Her hand on my thigh made wider sweeps along my leg and began to creep under my skirt. Part of me wanted Maz to take charge and announce that we were leaving but my body was already reacting to the exploring hand.

As Naomi’s skirt fell to the floor, I felt the first touch on the front of my panties. It was gentle and soft at first but slowly it travelled the length of my silk covered pussy. A tremor went through me and I felt the juices begin to flow. I’m sure the probing fingers could detect that as well and I knew I had gone past the point where I could easily leave. As the stroking speeded up I abandoned myself to my greedy urges.

Meanwhile, Naomi had turned her back on Maz and bent over. Her panties had come off and her legs were spread as she offered her pussy and arse to Maz.

“I think we should leave them to it,” came another whisper, “come with me.”

Her hand came out from under my skirt as she quietly stood up. She took my hand and gently pulled me to my feet and led me from the room. It is only after having read Maz’s story that I found out what went on after we left. I don’t blame either of them. I’d have done exactly the same if the dance had been for me. It seemed as soon as we left the room all that stopped being part of reality. I allowed myself to be led upstairs by a woman who, in porno izle reality, was old enough to be my mother. She opened a door and stood to one side to allow me to enter. It was obviously her bedroom. It was a spacious room with a large bed as the dominant piece of furniture.

I heard the door click shut and then two hands on my shoulders spun me round and she kissed me hard on the lips, before pushing me away with such force that I staggered a few paces until the edge of the bed caught the backs of my knees and I fell onto my back on the bed.

“Well, what are you and I going to do while your girlfriend is distracted?” she asked in a slightly mocking voice.

She came over and sat beside me, gazing down where I lay unmoving. I felt a curious but intoxicating mixture of fear and excitement. My heart was racing, and I could feel my pussy twitching. It jumped even more when her hand went back under my skirt and touched me there again. This time it wasn’t a gentle caress but a forceful push that insinuated the silky fabric of my panties deep between my pussy lips. Then the pressure was gone.

“I’ve already explored down there. I love that your cunt is so readily wet for me,” she was gloating as she licked her fingers. “But what else has my little tart got for me to play with?”

She reached over and grabbed my boob roughly in one hand and squeezed. I yelped and she squeezed even harder. She swung one leg over me and ended up sat on top of me, trapping my arms with her knees. I knew that any chance of escape was gone but suddenly I had no urge to do so. Now both hands were on my boobs, squeezing them, pinching the nipples through the thin blouse. I tried to squirm, but one hand came free and I was slapped across the cheek.

“Stop wriggling, you little tart,” she told me and there was something in the tone of her voice that made me do as I was told.

She looked into my eyes and held my gaze as she slowly unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it apart. As usual I wasn’t wearing a bra and she seized my nipples between thumbs and fingers and pinched them hard. I screwed my eyes shut and clamped my mouth closed, trying not to utter a sound but when her finger nails joined in my mouth opened and a groan of pleasure escaped. I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed pain as part of sex and quite how much I’d missed it over the past few months.

Eventually the pinching made way for several hard slaps. Left, right, left, right. The first few from side to side and then from top to bottom. My trapped hands yearned to reach up and protect my tender breasts, but I was helpless. Finally, she stopped and sat back to admire her work. I opened my eyes and looked down. My boobs were red and the skin tingled, but my nipples were like little rock-hard pebbles and stood proudly pointing up to her.

“Well done, little tart,” she said, and I revelled in her praise, “Now, let’s have a good look at the rest of you.”

With that she rolled off me and stood up. I took the opportunity to use my hands to deliver some much-needed TLC to my boobs. One by one she picked up my feet and took off my shoes and tossed them into a corner. She suddenly heaved on the second foot and rolled me over onto my front. I felt her scrabbling at the zipper of my skirt before that was tugged down and off. She pulled my blouse down my arms and that too was flung to some distant corner of her room, before I was rolled onto my back once again.

Even though I knew it might antagonise her I made a vain attempt to cover my pussy with my hands, but they were quickly slapped aside.

“Hands behind your head, bitch, and keep them there.”

Instinctively I obeyed her. She had a presence, a charisma that denied the possibility of disobeying her.

“I see the little tart’s cunt has already been leaking,” she mocked me, and I blushed until my cheeks were the same red as my boobs. “Lift your legs up.”

Obediently I raise my legs until they were vertical, and I felt my panties being pulled over my arse and up my legs. As I let them fall back to the floor I tried to close them but a fierce slap on the inside of each thigh prompted me to spread them for her. I watched as she held my panties to her nose and inhaled deeply. A smile came onto her face as she stepped to one side and opened a drawer in the dressing table and dropped them in. I said a mental farewell to my best and prettiest pair of deep red panties. They were also Maz’s favourites and I knew she’d miss them too. Sandra came and sat next to me on the bed and I looked up at her wondering about her intentions. I didn’t have long to wait.

“Give me one of your hands,” she demanded and held out one of her own to receive it.

I disentangled my fingers and pulled my right hand from behind my head. She grabbed it and pushed it between my legs.

“Fuck yourself,” she demanded, her voice curt, “show me what you do when you’re alone.”

So, very conscious of her eyes on me, I started brazzers to stroke myself. My arousal had started downstairs with the erotic dance and had built even more since I had been brought upstairs. My pussy was so wet my fingers slipped and slithered back and forth until I landed upon my hyper-sensitive clit. I could sense my orgasm approaching with an almost indecent and eager haste. I left my thumb to minister to my clit and pushed three fingers as deep as I could go into the warm velvety centre of my being. Suddenly my wrist was grabbed, and my hand was pulled roughly aside, and she delivered a hard smack on my sensitive pussy. My reaction was to yelp, partly in surprise and partly at the sudden pain, and my legs automatically closed together. I was rewarded for this action with two more smacks on my thighs.

“Open them, bitch,” she hissed at me.

Reluctantly I did as she told me and another smack, harder than the first, took my breath away. I managed to resist the urge to close my legs again only to receive a third blow. It was softer than the first two, hopefully as a reward for my obedience. Then she pushed my hand back onto my pussy.

“Again, little bitch,” she told me, and I started to masturbate again. My orgasm that had slouched away like a naughty school-child now turned around and began to return. My desperate fingers worked in and out of me and I silently prayed that I would be allowed to cum.

For a second time my hand was snatched away, and three hard smacks came down upon my defenceless pussy. It took all my willpower to keep my legs open and I could feel the tears of pain and frustration welling up in my eyes. She made me go through the same routine twice more until I was a gibbering wreck. I was a total mess; my hand and my thighs were covered in my juices and I could feel the tears streaking across my face. After the fourth time, when my pussy was on fire from her treatment she went to replace my hand but stopped and allowed it to hover just out of reach.

“Do you want to cum, little tart?” she asked in a voice that had the illusion of kindliness.

“P-p-please,” I managed to mutter between sobs.

“Then ask nicely.”

“Please may I cum,” I said in my most wheedling voice.

She raised an eyebrow and looked down at me disdainfully. “Please may I cum … who?” she asked.

For a moment I was puzzled but then latched onto the hidden meaning.

“Please may I cum, Miss?”

“Good girl,” and she let go of my wrist and let my hand drop onto my pussy.

I was surprised but also terrified that she might change her mind. I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind and thrust my fingers back inside. I started to push in and out and my orgasm seemed to know that this was the time. It wasn’t just my pussy that came but every part of me seemed to explode at the same time. It was all too intense, and I think I fainted.

I was brought back to life by a cold liquid being poured over my face. I woke, spluttering, and blinked my eyes. She was kneeling astride me holding out a tilted glass of water that she was slowly trickling over me. She stopped when I showed renewed signs of life. While I was out she had stripped down to her underwear which consisted of a black leather corset and long black boots. Instead of panties she wore a strap-on with a scarily large black dildo pointing straight at me. She gave me a light smack on the side, scarcely more than a tap compared to her others.

“Roll over and get onto your knees,” and, despite my hazy state, I scrambled to comply. I managed to get onto my knees and my head was pushed roughly down onto the bed covers so that my bottom was high in the air. Several hard and very loud smacks were aimed at my helpless bottom and each one sent a new tremor through my pussy. Then, without ceremony, she aimed the dildo at my pussy. I was still oozing moisture and I felt it begin to slide inside me with no difficulty. It entered me and kept going until I was filled. It waited for a second or two and then pulled back, almost all the way. Then began the slow ritual as it went in and out at a steady pace. I could feel a second orgasm beginning to build.

I hoped that this time it would be allowed, and I closed my eyes and started to relax into the feeling. I opened my eyes again in alarm when I felt something pushing at my arse-hole. I’ve done many things in my short life, but my arse has been penetrated very few times. But the feel of the dildo sliding in and out distracted me enough that I relaxed and let whatever it was push past the tight sphincter and nestle inside me. The effect it had was to speed up my approaching orgasm. Somehow Sandra seemed to sense it and the thrusts of the dildo became quicker and the object, whatever it was, started to fuck my arse. When I came it was like a dam bursting. For the first time in my life I squirted! I don’t think either of us were expecting it but as she pulled the dildo fake taxi porno from me my juices continued to flow from me and drip onto the bed. She collapsed sideways and looked into my face with a smile. The last thing to go was the object in my arse which turned out to be her thumb.

“You messy little bitch,” she said but there was a lightness and humour in her voice, “you’ve not only got me covered but the bed as well. And yourself but that’s your problem not mine.”

I flopped over onto my side and gave her a wan smile. “I’m sorry,” I pleaded.

“I’m going to get cleaned up. Get the bed stripped and I’ll bring some fresh linen so you can re-make it.”

With that she pushed herself upright and walked into a second room which I guessed was her bathroom. I lay quietly for a while listening to the sounds of running water. I could barely move but I was buoyed up by the memory of two monster cums the like of which I’d never had before. Eventually I rolled onto my back and sat up. I looked down at my boobs which were still red and very sensitive especially the nipples. My pussy felt sore and badly used and was still leaking very slightly. I forced myself to stand and started to strip the bed. Every movement was an effort, but I forced myself to do it. I’d just finished when she came back in.

She’d changed into a pair of boxers and a baggy t-shirt, her usual night-time attire I guessed, and she carried an armful of bed linen which she held out to me. I took them from her and, as she sat in the chair at the dressing table watching me, I slowly and painfully made the bed. I was slow and it seemed to take forever but finally I turned to face her.

“Do you think I could have a shower please, Miss,” I asked her in my best little girl pleading voice, proud that I had remembered to add the ‘Miss’ at the end. Instead of answering she simply crooked her finger at me and beckoned me over to her. I stood at a place that she had pointed to, directly in front of her. She looked me up and down. She reached up with both hands and gripped my nipples and squeezed them gently, almost lovingly.

“How are these pretty tits, little tart?” she asked me and gave them another, slightly harder, pinch. I grimaced as the pain returned briefly.

“A little sore, Miss,” I confessed.

She let go of my nipples and turned her gaze downward. “And what about this messy cunt?”

“It’s also sore, Miss, but happy,” I said trying to make light of the dull throbbing and the sticky mess that was all down both thighs and had spread across my mons.

She reached to one side, opened a drawer and pulled out my pair of bright red panties. At her command I spread my feet apart and, with one hand on the small of my back, she proceeded to wipe my pussy and down my legs. And she wasn’t very gentle either, pushing the panties between my bruised lips to soak up any spare juice she could. I was still quite sore down there and I made little pain noises but stopped when she told me off and not to be such a baby. I was then told to turn around and bend over and she wiped between the cheeks of my arse. When I was allowed to straighten up and turn back around she had my panties held to her nose and her eyes were closed. She jerked back to reality and dropped them back into the drawer and closed it.

“That should help the aroma linger for a nice long time don’t you think? Now, to bed with you, you can shower in the morning. You can sleep on the other side.”

With that, it seemed I was dismissed. I climbed into the far side of the bed and pulled the crisp, fresh duvet up to my chin. I still felt sticky despite her attempts to wipe me clean and I hoped I wouldn’t mess up the clean sheets. She climbed in next to me and immediately turned out the light. In the darkness she rolled onto her side facing away from me. A short time later I heard a slight snuffling snore and I was left in the dark with my own turbulent thoughts.

In the morning I was finally permitted to take a shower but was told to come down to the kitchen wearing just a towel around my waist. Most of the rest you know although I refused to give Maz any details of my night with Sandra. We met up with her and Naomi a couple of times for drinks, but we never went back to their place again. Not that I would have minded but Maz seemed to be against it. It was on one of these nights out, when another couple of women also joined us, that we found the infamous back room of the pub and we started to meet there regularly.

Not long after this Maz and I split up and although we both still went to the Thursday meetings she had some new girl on her arm, and I went alone. At one of these Sandra cornered me in the ladies and started probing me about Maz and I. I explained the situation and it ended up with her inviting me round for dinner. Apparently she and Naomi had gone their separate ways as well. The upshot of it all is that I am now with Sandra. I moved in officially a couple of weeks back. And, before you ask, one of my main reasons for accepting was what happened on that night. Understandably it caused a bit of a stir and some tongues to wag on a Thursday night but that only lasted a couple of weeks before it became yesterday’s news.

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This is a continuation of a story I wrote back in 2009 and submitted as Squirt and Her Cousins. It was submitted by me under the name of rbenne.

*****

Chapter One

It was a warm day in March when Sam entered the kitchen waving a poster.

“Look Squirt I think you should register for this Trade Week. It’s in Perth during our off season.”

Squirt read the poster. Seafood Cooking and Trade Week in Perth: six of the world’s top seafood chefs will be conducting Cooking Master Classes before a banquet where the recipes they demonstrate are served, also latest kitchen equipment, rare spices and masses of recipes. It went on to providing accommodation arrangements and the cost per person for just the trade show or the entire event.

“Looks interesting but look at the price $2000 with accommodation, it’s not cheap and I have to get to Brisbane and then fly across the country to Perth. We won’t get out of it under $6000.”

“Fuck Squirt sometimes I think you are a brainless idiot. Stop and think this is a one of event and it will be fully tax refundable. Zoe is most enthusiastic that you attend.”

“Okay, but don’t register me as Squirt like you did with the show in Sydney, that is just my family name. My name is Storm Okay?”

Sam smiled, “Yes Squirt I read you loud and clear.”

Four months later Squirt was flagging a taxi at the Perth Airport asking to be taken to the Resort where the Trade Week was being held. At reception she was given a package that contained the keys to her room. A man carried her cases leading the way to the eighth floor and her room. It was large and obviously very comfortable. Squirt walked through the room passing through a doorway into a very cosy bedroom with a king bed. Off the bedroom was the bathroom with a full spa and shower. She noticed that on the side there was a complimentary bath robe and a large collection of toiletries for her use.

She lay back in the spa relaxing in the warm bubbling water as she felt her travel weary muscles become normal again. Looking at her watch she decided to get dressed and go down to the bar for a few quiet ones before dinner and an early night. She wanted to explore the delights of Perth the next day.

This evening was the welcoming dinner and was not formal so she dressed in a dress that left an appreciable amount of heavily tanned thigh in evidence with a yellow cotton shirt and black thigh highs. She walked from her room in comfortable flat soled shoes to the lift and proceeded down to the restaurant and bar area. She was sitting on the veranda looking across the sculptured gardens when her attention was drawn by a sudden movement.

Glancing across the bar she noticed a tall and incredibly beautiful woman enter. She must have been six foot two, walking in tight designer jeans and long tan, knee high leather boots: her shiny black hair flowing across her broad shoulders. Her well-developed thighs and arms suggested that she was very fit and used to daily exercise. She ordered a beer, standing with her back to the bar looking round at the guests sitting at the tables. Taking her beer, she walked slowly but purposely towards Squirt. Speaking in a soft yet firm confident voice that gave Squirt the feeling that this woman was used to being in control.

“Hi my name is Felicity.”

“Pleased to meet you Felicity I am Storm, are you here for the Trade Week as well?”

“Yes.”

Felicity sat across from Storm allowing her eyes to roam, coming to rest on her tiny breasts. Looking back into the sable eyes staring at her from beneath heavy brows Storm felt her stomach muscles tighten. The eyes were mysteriously hypnotic and a shiver coursed down her spine as she tried to remain calm under Felicity’s burning gaze. She was aware of Felicity’s eyes undressing her and knew she could just glimpse her panties. Storm shifted nervously in her seat. She felt her face burning beneath Felicity’s microscopic stare feeling uncomfortable as she realised that Felicity would know her much better before the next morning.”

“What table have they put you on?”

Storm jumped back to the real world, opening her bag she looked at the card that reception had given her.

“L …l … let’s see. Oh here it is … table five/eight.”

“Let’s go to reception and change that, I am table nine/fourteen. The second number is the floor you are on.”

Leaving their drinks on the table they walked through to reception.

“I will do the talking.”

“Okay.” Storm noted that Felicity had said this with a voice that expected to be obeyed.

“Good evening we are booked into the Trade Week. I didn’t know that Storm was coming and would appreciate it if you could change her table to number 9/fourteen.”

“Oh yes madam that will be no problem at all.”

After five minutes the woman returned with a package.

“Give me your card and we will replace it with this one. Do you want me to re allocate her a room on the fourteenth floor as well?”

“Storm, give the receptionist your sex izle keys and she will arrange for your things to be taken up to your new room.”

“That will be no trouble is there anything else I can do for you?”

Without answering Felicity turned and walked briskly back to the bar with Storm following in her wake.

“There, that will be lovely. Now we can spend the week in each other’s company because the table number controls all the other arrangements for the week.”

Storm nodded as she stood to get herself another drink, Felicity downed the rest of her beer quickly.

“There’s a dear get me another Heineken.”

Storm walked over to the bar which was not as deserted as it had been forty-five minutes ago. As she stood waiting her turn to order she looked back towards Felicity. She had this strange feeling that she was falling under her control and knew that she felt good about it. To her amazement she felt herself becoming wet. She glanced into the mirrors on the pillars around the room and was relieved to see that it was not obvious.

“You forgot the nibbles, that’s a good girl fetch a bowel of nuts over.”

“Oh, aarh sorry!”

“It doesn’t matter just don’t let it happen again.”

Storm hurried back to get a bowel of nuts and dried fruits feeling Felicity’s eyes following her. Why I am apologising, she thought. She only asked me to get her a beer, what’s happening. She hurried back with the nuts offering Felicity some before taking her seat.

An hour and a half later Storm was seated in the darkened restaurant listening to a rather long winded drone about Aquaculture and its importance to the tourist industry. She felt Felicity’s hand come to rest on her thigh.

She pushed it away only to feel it return and this time it lightly slapped down on her thigh quickly moving under the hem of her dress. Storm sat staring in front of her trying to will the hand away but it kept sliding up towards the secret that lay at the apex of her legs. She tensed, feeling the hand rest against her pussy embarrassed that Felicity would know that she was already wet.

She realised that she was aroused and needed release. The persistent hand rested there, not moving feeling Storms pussy soak through her panties. She was in a trance; the voice of the speaker became muted as her mind was fixed on the hand now slipping under the gusset of her thong. The finger became very active sliding along her wet slit scratching over her swollen clit. Felicity’s fingers pressed into her pussy and then it happened Storm quickly covered her mouth with her serviette as her hips began to thrust, her orgasm flowing from her. The orgasm was barely finished when Storm was brought back to reality by the applause as the speaker departed. Felicity’s hand released the sodden, captive pussy drawing it up to her nose and mouth.”

“Well come along sleepy it’s time to go.”

Storm allowed herself to be helped from her chair, following Felicity’s swaying behind as it seductively led her to the elevator. On the sixth floor the lift stopped and the only other people departed.

“You will never refuse me again do you understand?”

Embarrassed Storm lowered her eyes and quietly said “Yes Felicity.”

As she unlocked the door of her new room she asked Felicity if she would like to join her in a final drink before bed. Felicity didn’t reply but walked past her into the dark room.

They sat on the floor leaning against the small two seater couch. Storm looked into Felicity’s eyes seeing pools of melted chocolate kisses in butter. She couldn’t understand what was happening, she felt like a schoolgirl on her first date. She knew that she had no option but let Felicity seduce her, watching spell bound as Felicity took her wine glass and pushing her down onto the carpet.

Storm looked up at her face as the gap closed between them.

“So do you want me to kiss you?”

Storm, in a trance responded quietly; “Oh God, yes please, kiss me.”

Felicity began to kiss her passionately. She grazed her lips down her neck, biting there very softly. Storm heard herself moaning “Felicity” in an excited, sexy way that drove her seducer crazy. Felicity was taking her time, wanting to make this an evening that Storm would remember. Planting kisses along her collar bone before taking a long drawn out kiss on her throat leaving a deep Hickey kissing down to the top button on her blouse. Undoing the button, she looked up into Squirts misty eyes.

“Is this OK?”

“Oh yes, please anything.”

Felicity freed the remaining buttons opening the blouse revealing Storms tiny breasts with hard straining nipples. She licked a trail of fire from her navel to the valley between her breasts feeling Storm moaning and squirming beneath her. Breathing heat onto a nipple Felicity watched it become harder puffing up high above the soft fragrance of her breast. She breathed onto the other nipple hearing Storm release a drawn out hiss.

Felicity growled into Storms ear. “You are beautiful fransız porno Storm.”

Storm kissed her back before asking.

“Felicity would you take your blouse and bra off; I want to look at you as you fuck me.”

Felicity brushed her breasts against Storms, letting them brush lightly across her nipples barely touching her.

“Oh fuck this feels so wonderful, don’t stop … make love to me, won’t you?”

“Of course my little one, be patient we have all night.”

Storm felt herself being rolled over and Felicity’s lips sucking on the nape of her neck before licking down to the waist of her skirt. She giggled softly as she felt her blow on the fresh wet trail.

“Turn over please.” As Storm obeyed her lips were taken again in a deep searing kiss.

“You are so wet?”

“I didn’t know I could get this wet.”

Felicity kissed her for a long time treating her mouth like a pussy kissing, licking and sucking before going to her nipples and sucking them giving Storm a preview of all the ways she could make her feel good.

“I think it’s time to take this dress off don’t you?”

“Oh yes please.” Storm lifted her hips up allowing Felicity to pull the dress from her settling back down before arching up again so that her skimpy thong could follow.

Felicity smiled as she placed her hand across Storms wet pussy. The kissing started all over again her hands going wild feeling the wetness on her palms. She left a trail of scorching kisses all the way to the top of her pussy. Felicity breathed in the musky scent of Storms heated sex.

“Spread your legs. Wider come along don’t be shy. You are so beautiful and I am now going to make you feel good.”

Draping Storms legs over her shoulder Felicity was aware of her fast breathing become shallower and faster still. Storm moaned as she felt Felicity’s hands brush across the inside of her thighs. She had never been so wet before. Felicity looked down on her glistening pink pussy knowing that she needed to be inside allowing her finger tips to trace across her mound feeling the wet lips grazing across her clit. Listening to Storms gasps and moans.

“Are you ready?”

“Ugh-Ugh, please fuck me! Oh God fuck me now!”

Storm gave a long drawn out sigh as she felt a finger press into her, as the thumb was dragged across her swollen clit rocking her hips with Felicity’s rhythm feeling the finger moving so slowly.

“Oh God you are so gentle; it feels sooo good.”

Felicity fucked her slowly for a long time until hearing Storm moan urgently.

“More, more please fuck me hard.”

Felicity pressed another two fingers into her sopping pussy fucking her a bit faster feeling Storms pussy sucking on her fingers as they sawed in her. She was breathing fast now her hips pumping arching her back her breasts bobbing like bottles on the tide.

“Oh fuck I am so close now.”

Felicity could feel the light tremors in Storms pussy like the warning of an earthquake.

“Fuck me harder please fuck me don’t stop fuck me so hard now.”

Felicity could tell that she was so close to orgasm but she slowed and pulled her fingers from her.

“Why did you stop please I am so close fuck me for God’s sake I need it now … fuck me.”

“Ok baby calm down I am going to give you something else, something better.” Felicity kissed beneath her navel kissing down across her thighs and over her mound to the waiting flooded lips of her sex. Storm buried her hands in Felicity’s hair holding her onto her throbbing pussy feeling her tongue as it ran along her pussy sucking her clit between her teeth. Storms honey flowed out as Felicity licked it up taking her time wanting to prolong this for hours.

“You taste wonderful darling.”

Felicity drove two fingers into her sucking her clit swirling her fingers through Storms cunt. Sawing her fingers in and out feeling Storm bucking beneath her and every time Storm became too urgent Felicity would back away, allowing her to calm before continuing. Pushing a fourth finger into her Felicity felt her buck beneath her.

“Oh yes please fuck me hard now fuck me … fuck me hard I need you now fuck me.”

Felicity knew she could no longer deny her the orgasm she needed so desperately. Fucking her harder and faster her hand beginning to throb as Squirt moaned and cried out.

More! More! Fuck me hard don’t stop fuck me.”

Storms juice flowed out covering Felicity’s hand, she was bucking wildly her hips working like and automaton rocking in a frenzied dance as contraction after violent contraction exploded across her. Felicity continued to fuck her feeling her begin to buck again as a second and then third orgasm erupted with the explosive force of Krakatoa, her whole body quivering before falling back and smiling up into Felicity’s eyes, closing her eyes and exhaling deeply. Felicity bent down and licked up her clit biting it lightly setting off a new round of contractions before Storm collapsed into a peaceful teen porno sleep waking up half an hour later asking when it would be her turn to give to Felicity.

“Don’t worry about that my little flower we have all week yet.”

Storm sighed, drifting off into a deep satisfied sleep. Felicity smiled kissing her on the forehead, taking up Storms wet panties and left the room placing the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the outside door.

Chapter Two

The sun was streaming into the room when Storm awoke to the phone ringing. Smiling she struggled to get up off the floor. Hurrying to the phone she heard the now familiar voice of her lover from the previous evening. As usual she spoke with authority.

“Good morning my little flower and how are you this morning?”

Storm replied with a voice still thick with sleep.

“Great I think, you woke me with the phone, what time is it?”

“I knew you would sleep well, it is just past ten thirty, now listen to me carefully, I am at the Fair. A package will arrive addressed to me but with your room number on it. Please accept it and sign the delivery note but under no circumstances open it. I will meet you for lunch in the Bistro Garden at 1 precisely, do you understand?”

“One PM, all right I will be there. Oh Felicity, before you go, last night was the dreamiest night of my short life, thank you.”

Felicity laughed. “I am being called I have to go; till one at the Bistro Garden.”

The phone went dead and sighing, Storm went through to the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later she was relaxing in the spa feeling the water boil around her breasts as she trailed a hand down across her pussy thinking of the sensations that Felicity gave her.

She couldn’t believe it. Her entire body was so relaxed, she felt warm from her head to her pussy. Sitting there hearing whirring of the spa she thought back feeling her pussy pulse slowly while her stomach clenched. My God what happened to me last night, you would think that I was a lesbian the way I am reacting. What about George and the others I haven’t even thought of them since seeing Felicity stride into the bar. I was supposed to phone them before dinner. Shit I had better phone after the spa or George will panic.

Dressing in a light frock without pantihose Squirt picked up the phone. It rang for three minutes until Sam picked it up.

“Oh Hi Squirt, it’s just gone eight thirty here, George is swimming, what happened last night we were concerned about you?”

“Nothing, there was a very tight schedule and my plane was delayed from Brisbane by forty minutes so when I arrived I had a desperate rush to get ready for the function that evening. Look everything is great, I am going to have a wonderful week, will tell you all about it when I see you Wednesday next week. Give George a big hug foe me, love you: have to go someone is calling me.”

Storm hurried to the door to find a tall Express Freight Man standing with a large box. “Are you Ms Felicity Redburn? I have a delivery for you.”

“No but I was expecting it. I am Miss Webber but Miss Redburn asked me to sign for it.”

Closing the door, she inspected the package. It was quite large but other than the address label there were no other distinguishing marks on it.

Storm put it down and feeling rather hungry hurried down to the coffee lounge and ordered cappuccino and raisin toast. Sitting back in the shade of a palm she allowed her thoughts to drift back to the previous evening again. She couldn’t believe that she had acted that way, after all she was content with the love that she had with George and the others.

She reminded herself that that was all she needed and yet Felicity continued to haunt her thoughts. Ordering another coffee, she allowed her thoughts to run wild. At last hurrying over to pay for her late snack and walking across the compound to the Bistro, selecting a table overlooking the pond and across the gardens to the front door. Storm smiled as she saw Felicity stride into the Bistro looking around for Storm.

Getting up Storm hugged her kissing her deeply on the lips feeling Felicity’s agile tongue slip between her lips deep into her mouth. Not caring about what other customers thought Storm leant into the kiss sucking the invading tongue deep into her mouth, moaning lightly as she did so. After five minutes or so Felicity unwrapped herself and sat in the chair opposite to Storm looking into her misty eyes seeing the colour rise to her cheeks.

“Darling as we take a relaxed lunch why don’t we learn more about each other. I will order wine so you can start whenever you feel comfortable.”

Taking a deep breath Storm started to tell her story.

“Well firstly, although my name is Storm Webber to my family I have always been known as Squirt. You see the rest of my family are like you pushing six feet whilst I am barely five foot one.

“When I turned fourteen I knew that I was in love with George my older brother by one year. From that day on I planned that he would take my virginity and yet try as I did I could never get him to take the slightest notice of me.

“I was devastated at sixteen when he went out with a girlfriend; I was so jealous that I got into trouble with my parents because I was rude to her.

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It had been three weeks since my encounter with Erica. She had not tried to make contact with me afterwards but every time the phone rang the identity of the caller disappointed me.

I found it difficult to concentrate with thoughts of Erica popping into my head, forcing me to recall what had happened between us. Thus, leaving me in an undeniable state of arousal.

In the end I decided I would have to try and contact her. This, to me seemed odd; when we were together Erica was the one to take control. I was reluctant to find her myself because she came across as the kind of women who would go and get for herself exactly what she wanted. Maybe she didn’t want me.

After much consideration I resolved to go through with it. Driven by memories of the last time and the irreplaceable feeling I had when I was around her, at least I could say I tried.

I would have to do it now before I chickened out. It was a Monday morning so I knew she would be at work.

I dressed in the outfit I had chosen carefully last night; ankle length trousers, white shirt and heels. Appropriate for both finding Erica and my lunchtime meeting. I applied my make-up carefully but let my blonde hair fall in it’s natural waves down my back.

The building was easy to find. I parked outside and made my way inside without giving myself the opportunity to change my mind.

As I walked in the secretary was picking up her handbag about to leave for lunch.

‘I’m sorry,’ she said, ‘I was just leaving, we don’t have any appointments available.’

‘Oh, actually I was wondering if I could have a quick word with Erica,’ I replied.

‘Erica?’ the secretary questioned, ‘Oh! You mean Ms Fitzgerald.’ She seemed surprised I had used her first name.

‘Uh… yeah,’ I mumbled.

She reached for the phone ‘Who should I say it is?’ she asked whilst dialling a number.

‘Eh… Anna,’ I replied but not quite knowing what to say.

She spoke quickly and formally into the phone.

‘Give her five minutes and then it’s the second door on the right.’

I sat down as the secretary left. The building was completely silent. The only sound I could hear was my own racing heartbeat. I wondered if there was anyone else there as I nervously waited for five minutes to pass.

When I was satisfied it had been five minutes I went to find the second door on the right. I took a deep breath and knocked quickly.

The door was opened as quickly as I had knocked. Erica stood wordlessly before me with a serious expression on her face. Her clinically tidy office and sharply tailored suit added to the impression I got. She moved back from the door, silently inviting me in. I entered anxiously.

As soon as I was out of the zone restricting the door she shut it behind me, cornered me against it and placed her hands above my shoulders making me feel intimidated by her height. Erica lifted her leg and pressed it against the door between my legs. She then pushed her knee up to what was, for her, a comfortable height but left me forced to stand on my toes.

My breathing quickened as her knee pressed uncomfortably hard against my crotch and she moved in closer to me and began to unbutton my shirt. I shivered as she touched me and I became aware of the constant butterflies in my stomach. I felt my shirt slide off one shoulder revealing the strap of my bra. I hadn’t noticed the small piece of paper Erica had been holding between two fingers until she slipped it under my bra strap.

With the minimum contact possible she re-buttoned my shirt then pulled her knee away leaving me struggling to stay on my feet as I was suddenly dropped from the tips of toes. At this she sat down at her desk with some papers and gave me a look as if to say, ‘Are you still here?’

With that I left. I walked as quickly as I could back to the car; I couldn’t very well start poking around in my bra here. What did the note say?

I couldn’t wait until I got home. I drove into a seemingly deserted alleyway, the kind porno izle that filled the space between the backs of flats on the outskirts of the city. Satisfied there was no one around I undid the first two buttons on my shirt and slid it down like Erica had minutes before. The note now sat just peeking out from behind the lace trim on my bra. I removed it and re-buttoned my shirt as fast as I could in my paranoid state, scared someone would see me.

The note read: IT TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH! MY HOUSE, TONIGHT, 8PM. SHARP.

My heart skipped a beat. As I read I couldn’t help but imagine the stern, clipped tone I was sure she would have used if she had told me to my face. I didn’t know she expected me to get in touch with her. She didn’t say anything or even give me a number!

I soon forgot my confusion over how she expected me to contact her but began to worry about the forthcoming evening. What was she going to do to me? The marks had only recently faded from the last time but yet I couldn’t wait for her to bruise me all over again. I wanted pain, but only from Erica, I wanted her to hurt me. I loved the pain as much as the gentle caresses. It was unexplainable.

Could I take the pain? Would I still enjoy it? Would she stop if it was too much? Doubts circulated in my mind. The last time I whimpered and begged but she carried on relentlessly. Somehow I trusted her not to push me too far. I enjoyed putting my fate in her hands.

My meeting seemed to last forever and the afternoon’s coursework seemed endless. At six o’clock I could concentrate no longer. I occupied myself with meaningless household tasks in an attempt to stop worrying.

I showered, waxed, plucked and moisturised in preparation. I touched up my precisely applied make up but couldn’t bring myself to eat anything before I left.

I pulled up outside her house at eight o’clock exactly, relieved to have made it in time. All the curtains were closed and the house was in darkness. It didn’t seem like there was anyone in.

As I walked up Erica’s excessively long drive I noticed there was a note taped to the door.

It simply read: It’s open…

I opened the door nervously and stepped inside. The house was completely dark apart from one room at the end of a corridor. I followed the light, wary of the sound of my heels on the floor in the silent house.

The room with the light on turned out to be the kitchen where Erica sat waiting. She wore only a black corset, stockings and ferociously high black stilettos. I was almost too preoccupied by her appearance to notice what was sitting out on the marble worktop. There were a selection of whips, canes, straps, even hairbrushes and a wooden spoon. I tensed up when I caught sight of the collection of instruments but was soon distracted.

Erica stood up. Her stocking clad legs seemed to go on forever, her full, round breasts sat perched but only just on the edge of her corset and just … well, Erica. She walked confidently toward me and began to disrobe me. Even she was surprised at how little effort this took as under my coat I wore matching vintage style underwear and nothing else.

‘Just because you look cute doesn’t mean you’re getting out of it,’ she declared.

I stared back blankly.

‘You don’t expect me to have to wait for you?’ Erica questioned playfully.

‘Sorry,’ I giggled.

‘Aren’t you forgetting something?’ she asked pinching my nipple.

‘Oh, sorry Erica,’ I corrected.

‘That’s better,’ she patronised. ‘Now bend over the counter.’

I moved slowly and reluctantly towards the counter.

‘Hurry up!’ she barked. I didn’t dare argue.

She ran her nails down my back and fondled my ass roughly before producing a long piece of rope, seemingly from nowhere. I felt it being wrapped around my ankles then watched her pass it through the cupboard handles on either side of the bench I lay over. My hands were tied tightly to each end of the rope. I could barely move.

‘You’re not going anywhere darling,’ Erica said, ‘And I suppose you can work out why I have all of this laid out on the table.’

I began to shift around uncomfortably, predicting what she amatör porno had planned. ‘Please…’ I begged, ‘Don’t,’ although safe in the knowledge that this wouldn’t make an ounce of difference.

‘Somehow I don’t quite believe you,’ Erica said wryly. ‘The last decision you had to make today was whether or not to come. Now you really don’t have a choice. I’m going to beat you hard and you are going to love every minute of it!’

I knew she was right. I may shy away from pain but I knew I wouldn’t want her to stop when she began.

I heard Erica pick something up from behind me but couldn’t see what due to my firm restraints. I nervously pushed my ass up anticipating the first stroke and braced myself.

I squealed in shock when instead of the sharp stroke I had been expecting came a bucket full of iced water. It was so cold it almost felt as if it was burning me.

‘Don’t make a fuss Anna, you’ll dry out,’ she said while stroking my hair comfortingly. I stopped shaking and my muscles relaxed at her soothing words.

‘Don’t get too comfortable though.’

I didn’t hear anything but I felt it. A hard leather strap lashed down suddenly on my ass. I jumped and squirmed uncontrollably. The water seemed to make it sting so much more but before I had time to contemplate the strap had landed three more times.

‘You will be given ten with the strap, ten with the hairbrush, ten with the wooden spoon, ten with the whip and ten with the cane,’ Erica stated in a businesslike manner.

‘But, Erica!’ I whimpered pitifully.

‘None of that or I’ll double it!’ she said harshly.

Even if she hadn’t thrown a bucket of water over me my panties would still have been wet. I loved it when she was so strict with me.

I sensed her getting closer and instinctively pulled away.

SLAP!

‘You came here on your own accord, knowing what you were letting your self in for. When I move to touch you won’t move away. For tonight you are mine to do exactly what I please with.’

‘Yes Erica,’ I said, too frightened to disagree.

‘Quite frankly it really doesn’t matter whether or not you agree. Now, stick your ass out for me,’ she ordered. I did as I was told.

Erica proceeded to pull my panties down to my ankles to reveal my already pink ass.

‘Ready?’ she asked.

‘Yes Erica,’ I answered nervously.

She began with the strap telling me the four I had already received didn’t count as I was wearing panties. The strokes were consistently hard and evenly spread. I tried as hard as I could to stay quiet but a scream still escaped my mouth.

‘Too noisy!’ Erica declared giving me an eleventh stroke only causing me to scream louder than the last time. ‘Oh shut up Anna, it’s really not that bad,’ she said as she pulled herself up on the tabletop, legs spread in front of my face. She pushed my head into her wet crotch forcing me to eat her pussy.

She lifted the hairbrush and said, ‘Now, let’s see if that will keep you any quieter!’

The hairbrush landed square on my ass. I moaned into her pussy as I pushed my tongue in farther. Soon I wasn’t the only one moaning. As Erica came closer and closer to orgasm the strokes on my ass came harder and harder although they were still precisely counted. After exactly ten with the hairbrush she picked up the wooden spoon without pausing. I worked harder with my mouth; sucking her clit and plunging my tongue into her slit alternatively.

The wooden spoon hurt more than the hairbrush had but still I pushed my ass up into the air, desperate for more. I could feel my ass shining a bright red. It was so humiliating having it stuck up for anyone to see but yet it only made the juices drip down the inside of my legs thicker and faster.

The tenth stroke made a resounding ‘SMACK!’ and echoed around the now near silent kitchen as Erica threw her head back and covered my face with her cum.

As soon as she had regained her composure she was up on her feet. She pointed to the small puddle she had left on the bench, ‘I want every drop of that licked up!’ she ordered.

Eager to please I licked the creamy liquid up as quickly as I anal porno could even licking the bench afterwards until I could no longer taste her.

Unexpectedly the whip landed hard on my ass. I screamed out loud only to be completely ignored. Erica continued to whip me brutally as I squirmed with a mixture of pleasure and pain. This really was torture. I became more and more aroused and my pussy ached for stimulation.

In my anguish I pushed my ass up as far as I could, willing even to feel the whip against my dripping pussy. I was disappointed when the whip didn’t fall on my ass again. I must have had ten already.

‘Please…. Erica….’ I moaned breathlessly, ‘Touch me … please.’

As if it was an answer she began to cane me. I had never felt Erica’s full strength before. I heard her sigh in concentration and when she hit me she moaned almost like the tennis players at Wimbledon.

Of course the noises she made were insignificant compared to the ones I did. My piercingly high screams seemed to cut through the rest of noise and reverberate around the tiled room.

If she hit me any harder I was sure I would bleed. The pain was so intense, like nothing I had ever felt before. The heat and dampness in my pussy felt as though it were spreading through my whole body. My breathing became heavier and I began to shake violently due to desperation and panic.

I don’t remember what happened after that. I must have fainted but before I even had a chance to open my eyes a powerful orgasm took over my body which was closely followed by another two.

When I opened my eyes I saw Erica smiling down at me writhing in pleasure on the bed. By now she had withdrawn her hand from my clit and reached for a jar of some kind of gel that was sitting in the dresser.

‘Roll over darling,’ she said gently as her hands slid round my waist helping me to move my stiff, sore body.

‘Erica, what happened?’ I asked.

‘You passed out, I untied you and carried you upstairs,’ she laughed now rubbing the cool gel into my ass soothingly.

‘You carried me upstairs?’ I repeated in disbelief.

‘I thought you might have realised; I’m stronger than I look!’

I felt stupid now. I knew Erica’s strength all too well.

‘You didn’t eat anything this evening, did you?’ she said knowingly.

‘No Erica,’ I replied sheepishly, ‘I wasn’t sure I could keep it down.’

‘By the second time people usually aren’t so nervous, but then again most people aren’t like you.’

‘What do you mean?’ I asked.

‘I mean I get sick of the usual needy little sluts who just want their bottom spanked and then cum for the rest of the time. You are so obedient, you take the cane so well never mind how cute you are.’

‘Oh,’ I blushed nervously as she praised me.

‘I think you mean thank-you Erica,’ she chastised, giving the inside of my leg a playful slap.

‘Thank-you Erica,’ I corrected.

‘You’re off next week, aren’t you?’

‘Yes Erica.’

‘Why don’t you stay with me, under my control, be my live in sex toy for the week,’ she laughed. ‘What do you say?’

Just the thought of it filled me with excitement. A whole week under Erica’s strict instruction.

‘Yes please Erica,’ I giggled.

‘Good girl, I suppose I may as well begin teaching you how to be a proper submissive right away.’

She reached over and took a small, odd shaped metal vibrator out of the drawer, switched it on and placed it on my clit.

After a few moments I moaned out, ‘Please can I cum Erica!’ remembering what had happened the last time when I forgot.

‘No,’ she said simply, switching the vibrator off and replacing it in the drawer. ‘You need to learn to control yourself because from now on you are forbidden to masturbate. Believe me you don’t want to find out what will happen if you do. Now come to bed darling.’

I was so aroused I was barely able to function. Erica evidently got bored waiting. She pulled me into bed, stuck one of her nipples in my mouth, took my hand in hers and pushed my fingers in and out until she came. I fought my own arousal as I licked the juices off my fingers and tried my best to fall asleep with Erica stroking my hair comfortingly with one hand and the other wrapped around my waist.

I doubted I would get much sleep that evening but it was almost guaranteed that I would get even less next week. What had I signed myself up for?

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Laina and I weren’t together for too long when she confessed to me that she enjoyed looking at women. It’s the breasts, mostly. She’s got a bit of a fetish there I think. Of course, being her husband, I certainly share her appreciation for them — it’s no small turn-on to see her ogling other women. She tries to be discrete but I know her too well for all that. In the past we talked about bringing another person into our bed with us. It turned out that we’d both enjoy having another warm body to play with, but with young children in the house finding the time (much less a willing partner!) always seemed to be the major stumbling block for us. Eventually, I think we both filed that one away under ‘maybe some day’. Never the less we had a very fulfilling and greatly satisfying sex life.

And then one day, opportunity sauntered into my inbox. An old friend — someone I knew from my single days sent me an email to let me know she would be in town soon and we arranged a time to get together. I knew Angie from long ago and knew that she had relationships with both men and women in the past. I mustered all the courage I could and picked up the phone to ask a favor.

*********

It was a rare occasion that we could get all the kids out of the house — and it would go unknown to my wife just how much arm twisting I had to do to arrange a babysitter. I told her we would be enjoying a quiet evening alone and probably watch some movies and have a few drinks. I felt a little bad for the deceit — we hadn’t talked about this before I made arrangements with my friend, but I was fairly sure she would overlook that once she found out what she was in for. But I needed time to set the stage, so I made her a hair appointment and dropped her off for a surprise hair cut. She was excited as she’d been dropping hints about wanting to get her hair done for some time.

After dropping her off, I called Angie and told her to meet me at the house. She parked on the road so Laina wouldn’t know we had a guest and I escorted her inside. Angie beamed at me — I think she was as excited as I was about what lie ahead for the three of us. Angie had never met my wife but I showed her a few pictures and told her as much as I could. She was surprisingly relaxed considering she was about to make love to a woman she’d never met before. There were a few preparations to make before I went to pick up Laina from her hair appointment. Angie and I set to work and in short order we had everything organized and ready.

I knew that my wife had never been with a woman before — and I remember from my first experience with another man that everything would be fine once things got rolling. Making that first move however took so much strength of will that I knew she would be hesitant and nervous. I didn’t want that part to spoil the fun and risk her getting cold feet. So Angie and I made it easy. She stripped her clothes off and lay on the bed, with her back slightly propped up on a pillow for comfort gerçek porno against the headboard. When she was comfortable, I got out the leather cuffs that Laina and I use for our bondage play and cuffed her hands to each side of the headboard and her feet to each side of the foot board. When I asked if she was comfortable, she smiled and nodded. The finishing touch was a silk blindfold — this whole array was more for my wife’s benefit than Angie’s. But Angie understood and thought it was a great way to get Laina more relaxed — to let her feel that she was the one in control of the situation.

I cranked the heat up so Angie wouldn’t get cold while I ran to the salon.

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It was everything I could do to keep my composure on the way home. We pulled in to the driveway and I walked ahead of her into the house. I didn’t want her rushing to the bedroom and spoil the surprise early. Upon reaching the living room, I turned in place and wrapped my arms around her. I pressed my lips to hers and began kissing her with urgency and passion. I was raging with lust by now, knowing that there was a nude woman, tied to my bed and that I would soon be sharing her body with my beautiful wife. I knew how she would respond to my kisses and she didn’t disappoint. I kneaded her breasts and tweaked her nipples through her bra as her hands flew to my zipper and retrieved my very stiff cock.

“I want to suck you,” she said. I caught her as she started to kneel and she looked at me inquisitively.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I said. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Her face lit up. “You do!? Where is it?” she asked.

“It’s in the bedroom.”

“Oh! A new toy?” she guessed.

I chuckled a little and replied, “Yeah, something like that.”

She got to the door and threw it open, and then in mid stride — just as my heart stopped, so did my wife. The look on her face was hard to place. Obviously the last thing she expected had just come to pass. I held my breath as I waited for some kind of response. She turned her head slightly, as if to look at me, but she couldn’t pull her eyes away from the naked, bound woman on the bed.

“What is this?” she asked in a low tone — more than a whisper but with little energy behind it, as if her breath wasn’t coming fast enough.

‘Nothing’s changed,’ I said to myself. ‘I know she wants this…’ and then, aloud, “This is my surprise for you.”

Her eyes were still glued to the naked woman, lying spread eagle tied to the bed. “But, who is she?”

By now my anxiety over her reaction started to ease. Angie kept quiet and still and waited patiently for things to play out. “Do you really want to get into all that right now?” I asked. “She’s a friend, and she’s agreed to be here so that she and I can help you realize a fantasy. You can do whatever you like with her. Touch her, taste her, fuck her. Or… if I’ve judged wrong, and this isn’t something you want to gay porno do – we’ll uncuff her and she’ll leave. Though, if you asked me, I’d say that would be a little bit cruel of us. Look between her legs,” I pointed, “she’s dripping. She’s so worked up, she’s made a wet spot on the bed.”

“Oh, damn,” she whispered. Laina finally turned around to face me and buried her tongue in my mouth. ‘That’s more like it,’ I thought. “This is going to be fun. She’s beautiful. Thank you!” she said, breaking our embrace.

“You’re welcome, but when we’re done, you should thank her. We wouldn’t be doing this if she didn’t agree to go along with this little game.”

“Are you going to come play too, or is she just for me?”

“Well, that’s up to you two, I suppose. I could be quite happy just watching. Why don’t you go get to know her a little better and we’ll see where it goes from there.”

She smiled and turned and walked to the bed as I settled myself in a chair. As she reached the side of the bed, she took her clothes off and settled into a position next to Angie. Just the sight of those two beautiful women on the bed naked together made my cock twitch and strain against my jeans. I was determined not to go off too early, so I unzipped my fly and let my cock out into the open air — refraining from touching it for the time being.

Angie cooed and wiggled a little when she felt my wife’s warm, soft body sliding against her as she got situated on the bed. Her free hand reached out to stroke Angie’s face below the silk blind fold that covered the top half. Angie had a very delicate jaw and beautiful soft skin, very much like my wife. A wide grin stretched across their lovely faces as my wife’s hand explored her new lover. She pulled Angie’s face to hers and planted soft, tender little kisses on her lips, then her chin and neck. Angie started breathing faster and was obviously enjoying the attention.

Laina grew bolder and moved her hand down the bound woman’s chest and she caressed her breasts softly at first and then hefted them and squeezed them, feeling their individual weight and texture. She was mesmerized by them and it wasn’t long before she was gently teasing and sucking them. Much like her initial touch, it was gentle and tender at first, and as her lust grew her mouth became more urgent and wanton.

The wet spot under Angie’s ass began to grow and her inner thighs were slick with her juices from rubbing them together in response to the stimulation she was receiving I could smell her sex from across the room and it was positively intoxicating. My wife took her attention away from her lover and stole a glance at me. Her faced beamed with a smile as if to say, “It’s finally happening!” I smiled at her and nodded my approval as her gaze dropped to my lap where my hard cock bounced in time with my heart beat and a string of precum dripped on to my shirt. If it was possible, she smiled even bigger and then returned her attentions evli porno to her bound and blind prey.

Her hands caressed Angie’s body, first on and around her breasts but working progressively lower, feeling her firm thighs and brushing lightly across her bare mound. Getting a little more daring, she slipped a hand between Angie’s slicked thighs and rubbed her juices into her skin before slipping upward to come to rest on the now moaning woman’s burning hot pussy.

“Oooh,” Angie cooed as she strained against the four cuffs that bound her.

My wife inserted a finger inside Angie’s dripping hole and looked back to me again. “Oh my god! She’s so warm inside!”

“Now you know what it feels like to me when I put my fingers inside of you.” I smiled at her.

She pulled her finger out of Angie’s cunt and brought it to her lips. Then, my beautiful wife closed her eyes and breathed in deep, smelling the juices that clung to her finger, taking in the scent before shoving her finger in her mouth. She tasted the sweet tangy nectar on her finger and moaned with delight at her first taste of another woman’s pussy. This was simply too much for me. I dropped my hand into my lap and began slowly stroking my cock, using the copious amount of precum pooling on my shirt as lube.

“I bet she tastes as good as she smells.” I said.

“God yes!” she said. At the sound of my wife’s response, Angie moaned again and started gently bucking her hips in the air. Our dialog was turning her on even more. She was primed and ready for release — and none too soon.

“I wonder if I can make her cum.” My wife mused as she toyed with the woman’s pussy.

“Please! I need to cum!” were the first words that she would speak to my wife who had already tasted both her pert, pink nipples and her sweet sex juices.

Laina smiled and returned her attention to the writhing beauty next to her. Her hand sought and found her clit, moving in time with Angie’s undulating pelvis, she moved her fingers in slow circles, gradually increasing her pace.

“You want to cum?” my wife asked her.

“Oh. God. Yes. Please,” Angie said, between breaths.

“But I can’t make you cum yet.” She was in full blown fun mode now, toying with the poor woman.

“Why? Please!” she pleaded.

Her hand moved faster across Angie’s clit. “Because, sweetie, I don’t even know your name.”

And with that, her hand became a blur, rubbing furiously until Angie cried out and pulled hard on the restraints that bound her to the bed. Her abdominal muscles flexed as she sat up in the bed, twisting her arms behind her. I felt cum surging into my shaft. I stopped stroking my cock and squeezed it hard, determined not to cum yet. Her orgasm lasted a minute, maybe longer — my wife was relentless, not letting up at all until Angie was completely spent and panting heavily. She collapsed back onto the bed. Her breath was labored and ragged as she tried to recover. My wife gently removed Angie’s blindfold and the two women locked eyes and smiled at each other.

“Angie,” she said, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. “My name is Angie. It’s been a pleasure meeting you.”

At that we all laughed, and the evening continued…

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