Eva – Valentine’s Edition

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Eva

Lily Rockmore

*

Oh, fuck! That hurt.

I looked into the enraged blue eyes of my lover, shooting wary glances at the perfectly manicured hand that was still partially raised in the air. My left cheek was sore where she’d hit me and I wondered absently if it would leave a bruise.

Monica’s chest was heaving, the indecently large mass of her breasts pushing against the low neckline of her pink Chanel dress. She looked like the perfect Miss Barbie. It was just too bad that I’d cheated on her. I didn’t make a habit of cheating, but it wasn’t technically considered cheating if your partner cheated first, right?

“Thanks for that, Monica. I’d appreciate it if you’d leave now,” I said, lifting a hand to my stinging cheek.

“Leave? You want me to leave?” she sputtered, her disbelieving eyes locking with mine. Monica had baby blues that glimmered beautifully when she cried. I’d fallen for the helplessness in those eyes once before.

“Yeah,” I replied, leaning on the railing of the balcony and pulling my cigarette case out. “Tell Marie to buzz me when the five o’clock is in, would you?” It was an efficient dismissal. I turned away to light a cigarette, looking down at city traffic from the twenty-fifth floor of my office. I waited to hear the click of her heels as she walked away. Instead, a sudden, surprisingly strong hand clamped on my right shoulder turned me around and pushed me against the railing, holding me in place. The cigarette dangled precariously between my fingers. Monica pushed herself against me, making me back up until the black steel of the railing dug into my ass.

“Why’d you do it?” she hissed. The vulnerable maiden façade she liked to put up had faded, and now, she just looked like an angry bitch. “Why, Jessie?”

I looked away from her and sighed. Monica really loved making things difficult But at least I had a ready answer for her. “Payback’s a bitch, honey.”

I think she slapped me again, but I couldn’t feel it. My cheek had gone numb. Through a haze of cigarette smoke, I saw a satin encased ass making its way into the office and disappear from sight. A distant click of the sliding door confirmed that she was gone.

Finally.

After several months of putting up with her brainless efforts at talking and mediocre sex, I was rid of her. It was almost enough to make me believe that there was, indeed, a god up there. Monica had been a good lover and all, but under all that make-up, she was just as dumb-ass stupid as they came. I never liked her, but she’d made a good bedmate and I’d dumped her when she’d worn on me. She wasn’t any different from the rest of the women I’d dated.

I flicked the remains of the cig over the side of the building and made my way into the office. A quick glimpse in the mirror told me that Monica hadn’t done any real damage to my cheek — there wasn’t a handprint or anything. Just a little redness was all. I rubbed at the spot soothingly before taking a seat behind the glass desk. A file was already open and the numbers and figures were a welcome distraction from reflective thoughts of the past ten minutes or so.

It was probably about ten minutes later when there was a buzz at the door. I growled, for I hated being distracted when I was in the middle of calculating something or the other. I’d never been someone who could switch back and forth between reality and work. Multi-tasking was for crazy people.

“What?” I snapped into the speaker that connected me to the person who was on the other side of the door. I knew it wasn’t a client because Marie would have buzzed me first if anyone important wanted to see me. So it was probably one of those pesky attachment trainees sent by the other execs to get me to sign stuff.

I heard someone shuffling on the other side of the door and tapped my pen on the table, waiting impatiently.

Finally, after probably a whole of five seconds, someone spoke. “Uh, Ms. Carter? I have some files for you,” came the feminine voice.

Without replying, I buzzed her in, returning my attention to the figures at hand.

In the back of my mind, I knew that someone was flitting about the office, placing files in the ‘to be signed’ folder and withdrawing the ones in the ‘signed’ folder. The girl made little noise, but it was still a distraction anyway, so I looked up instead of pretending to be able to concentrate.

Young, was the first thing that came to my mind.

Coffee-coloured skin and dark hair accentuated with dark red highlights. Her back was to me and that was all I could see. I watched her as she worked, taking in the simple black hipster slacks and white office blouse that she glamorized by pulling a tight vest over. She had thin black heels on her feet, but even the extra height couldn’t cover the fact that she was somewhat short.

She turned from the file cabinet and caught me watching her. I saw her eyes widen a little before she clasped the black files to her chest.

“Uh, bursa escort I’m sorry for disturbing. I was trying to make as little noise as possible,” she said with a slight stutter and I found her child-like fear quite amusing. A small smile tugged at my lips.

“That’s ‘kay. You new here?”

“Yeah. I’m here with the attachment program at St. Michael’s College.”

Ah, yes. College girl. Mm-mm.

“What’s your name?”

I noticed that her blouse was unbuttoned to reveal a bit of cleavage. Not too much, but just enough to intrigue. Definitely sexy, I thought. A small stud glinted on her nose, giving her an exotic look. A part of me wondered if she had other piercings.

“Eva, ma’am. Eva Smith-Johnson.”

“Well, Eva,” I said, returning her smile. “It’s nice to have met you. How long is your attachment?”

“Two months, ma’am.”

“That’s nice. I hope you learn a thing or two at Violet.”

“I hope so, too,” she returned, then after a moment or two of awkward silence, said, “Uh, I should be getting these files to Mr. Therman. Sorry again for disrupting.”

I gave her a reassuring smile and watched her generous rear with much interest as she made her away across the plush carpet and left the room.

Eva, I thought. I’ve always liked that name. And the sweetness of her smile contrasted interestingly with the boldness of her piercing. She seemed interesting indeed. I looked forward to bumping into her around the office.

*

I didn’t see her throughout the week.

Planning for the company’s Valentine soiree kept me busy in the evenings and the accounts shut me up in the office in the mornings. I still had a dozen more files to look through before the weekend ran by; the thought was almost enough to make me tear out what was left of my short-cropped blonde hair. I’d been driven crazy throughout the week with so many things to see to. Even whilst working more than 16 hours a day, I’d yet to submit the confirmed guest-list to the hotel the party was taking place at, and hadn’t looked through the song list the deejay had sent me to look through. To top it all off, I hadn’t even gotten myself a suit.

By Thursday, two days before the actual party on Valentine’s eve, I knew I needed to visit my favorite shopping district or I’d just have to wear one of my old suits to the party — a strict no-no for me.

So on Thursday night, I left the office earlier than I had over the past few weeks. The whole place was cold and eerily quiet without the air-con on — we’re one of the few companies in Boston to go green — and people milling about. Marie, my PA, had checked out earlier and so had almost everyone else. However, knowing that he’d still be there, I said a quick good-bye to Quinn, a workaholic and co-exec, before stepping into the elevator and punching in the code to the employees-only parking lot.

The first thing I heard when I stepped out of the elevator made me pause.

“Work, you stupid bitch, work! Fuck!” The rowdy cussing was followed by sounds of thumps and thwacks on metal. Then it was quiet and I heard someone sigh loudly. “Come on, baby,” the voice was pleading this time. “Don’t do this to mummy. You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

The key turned in the ignition, but the car didn’t start up.

I followed the resultant string of blasphemies to the corner of the parking lot that was reserved for part-time workers. I knew it would be her even before I turned the corner.

Eva sat in a beat-up old Mustang, her head slightly beaded with sweat. She was wearing a buttercup-yellow dress that fit snugly around her almost-plump figure. Her hands tightly clutched the steering wheel, and as I watched, she leaned over and laid her head against the metal.

“Car trouble?” I called out, sauntering toward the flushed girl. Eva turned to look at me with her slightly surprised dark eyes, the nose-ring glinting beautifully in the dim light of the parking lot.

“I-uh-well, yes, Miss Carter.” She got out of the car so that she stood in front of me, out of respect, I knew. This new position showed me just how short she was. Why, the top of her head didn’t even reach my chin!

“Where do you live? I can give you a lift home.” It was a generous offer on my part; I never usually offered to drive trainees home. But this one was different. She probably had C-cup boobs. Wouldn’t you offer a ride, too?

“Maine Street. The one nearing Kensington Lane. But you don’t have to, really. I can take the bus.”

I was having none of that.

“It’s eight at night, Eva. I’m not taking chances with you and that dress. Get your stuff. My Rover’s over there.” I signaled to the middle of the parking lot.

“Well, if you insist.” She looked doubtful, but I’d already started walking. I heard her hastily grab her stuff and follow me. The sound of her heeled footsteps rang sharply in the empty space.

I pulled out of the building a minute later with a royal screech of tires, heading towards Maine Street. escort bursa The girl sat silently beside me, her hands flitting nervously on her lap.

“So, what’re you doing in St Mike’s?” I asked, just to fill in the semi-awkward silence.

“Business Ad, second year. I can’t wait to graduate,” she said.

I snorted, reaching for the cigarettes that I usually store in the small compartment below the stereo.

“Can’t wait to start work, can you? I remember being like that once. Funny how thoughts change.”

“Philosophies of a thirty-year-old?” she questioned, and I shot her a look. So she’s been asking about me. Interesting.

“Nah. Just some things you learn in life. Want one?” I passed the pack of cigarettes to her but she declined. I lowered the window and lighted a stick. Ahh, I thought on the first drag, the pleasures one can obtain from chemicals rolled in paper.

“What were you doing in the office so late?” I asked when we stopped at a red light.

“Oh, that. I had some extra filing to do and I didn’t want to come in early tomorrow, so I thought I’d finish it off today.”

“Is the work-load OK for you guys? Nothing too heavy?”

“Nope. Truth to tell, I’m enjoying every minute of it. I’ve always wanted to work at VioletCo. It’s so big and important that it makes me feel important, too.”

I glanced over at Eva. Our eyes locked for a second; moss green to sinful black. In that one look, I could see all her hopes and dreams and a future that she had so readily planned out. It was just too bad that life had a way of fucking things up.

“It’s just around the corner. Take a left here.”

I pulled up in front of a row of flats, nothing too shabby but not too showy either. The low-rise houses were painted a brick-red and many of them had lights glowing from the inside.

“This is it. Thank you for the ride, Miss Carter,” she said with a smile, slipping out of the car with the grace of a cat.

“Hey, wait,” I called. She paused and turned back. “Are you coming for the party this Saturday? You’re supposed to have gotten an invitation.”

“Oh, yes. I am. All the trainees got one.” She smiled.

“Great. See you then.” I watched as she walked toward the row of flats. Her yellow dress caught the lamp light, making her look like toffee covered in cream custard, just ready to be eaten. I shook my head at the ridiculous image and raised my hand in lieu of a wave when she looked back at me.

I didn’t leave until I was sure she had gotten into the lift.

*

She intrigued me.

Why, I didn’t know. But she kept intruding my thoughts at the most inappropriate times. Perhaps it was because of her kick-ass assets or sexy taste in clothes. Or maybe it was the innocent light in her eyes. Hell if I knew.

I had a dream about her the night that I’d dropped her off. A dream about her in a tub filled with bubbles. I could smell vanilla essence in the air and she crooked a finger at me, inviting me into her bower of warmth. In the dream, I’d been powerless to disobey her, moving closer and closer to her but never really reaching her. I remembered praying for the frothy bubbles to dissolve so that I’d have a glimpse of her, but it was in vain. I’d woken up feeling as horny and turned on as a teenager, a feeling I hadn’t felt in years. Instinctively, I reached across the bed for the vibrator I kept charged in the bedside drawer, thinking to finish myself off. But I didn’t have to.

I came, a second later, when my thighs clamped shut against each other, making my clit rub against my swollen lips. It was a quick orgasm, fast and over in a minute — which was a good thing, for it was already nine in the morning.

I’d slept through my alarm clock and I was late for work.

Damn.

*

Saturday night arrived, much to my relief. I was so tired of checking to see if the food was there, the guests were there, the deco was right, and nothing was out of place. Usually, it would be Marie who saw to the details, but she’d asked me if I could help her out and I couldn’t say no. I knew she had a lot going on at home.

Through the night, I smiled, nodded, waved and smiled again. Execs from Pioneer Industries, Terrance & Co. and JJ Inc. were there, mingling with the guests. There was usually tough competition between our companies to score contracts, and the animosity sometimes got out of hand in press statements, so to cool things off a little, VioletCo. usually sent invitations to other companies for formalities’ sake. We couldn’t afford to ruin the relationship we had with them.

As I worked the crowd with Amelia — my best friend who was my date for the night — on my arm, I couldn’t help but keep a lookout for the girl I’d been thinking about on and off for the past week. There were very few women I’d felt attracted to enough to think about them when they weren’t sitting in front of me. In fact, the last woman that had intrigued me this much was Tania, and that had been back in college. bursa escort bayan It had been over ten years since I’d felt this interested in someone, and that fact excited and scared me, especially since the person I was attracted to was so young.

She had probably been late for the party, because by the time I spotted her in the crowd, the party was well underway. She was speaking to Quinn near the VIP table, a glass of punch in her hand. The thin slivers of silver on her ears glinted under the dim lights of the entertainment room as she shook her head and laughed at something Quinn said.

A hand tightened on my arm, and I looked down to see Amelia staring up at me. I’d almost forgotten she was there. She was frowning.

“You became really tense all of a sudden. You ok, sweetie?”

I gave her a small smile. “Yeah, fine. I just remembered that I’ve to talk to Quinn about something. Uh, business stuff. Will you be all right on your own?”

“‘Course,” she said, waving off my concern. “I just saw Meghan Rivers walk through the doors, anyway. I’ve to invite her to the opening next week.”

She patted my hand and walked away. Releasing a breath, I squared my shoulders and prepared to walk towards the duo, who looked like they were having a really great time. I’d just taken three steps in their direction when Violet, my boss, stepped in front of me with a wide smile. I returned her smile whilst cursing inwardly. It was going to be a long while before the woman would let me go.

*

“Hello.”

Eva turned, the glass of punch cradled in her hand. It was about hour since Violet had caught me and kept me busy with business matters. It had been a torturous hour, with Violet speaking about business and me keeping a lookout for the girl in the sexy white dress. Eventually, Violet had spotted better prospects and left me in peace. I didn’t lose a minute in walking directly over to Eva.

When Eva saw that it was me standing behind her, she smiled and said that the party was lovely.

I really didn’t care if the party was lovely. She was lovely and that was all that mattered to me right then. The beautiful angel-like white dress that she wore had a slit up the side and ended at the knee. The paleness of the material contrasted so nicely with her skin that my mouth watered. She’d also done something with her eyes. They looked more prominent and beguiling. When she smiled, I noticed that there were two tiny dimples that marked the perfection of her skin.

“Ms. Carter?”

I realized that I’d inadvertently tuned out of our conversation. “Oh yes. Did you say something?”

“Yes, I did.” She looked at me peculiarly. “Your suit is lovely.”

I ran a hand down the front of the Armani suit. “Thanks. You look lovely, too. Although that’s nothing out of the ordinary.”

She lowered her eyes, and I swore that if she had a lighter skin tone, her blush would’ve been charmingly obvious.

“Thank you,” she said, setting her glass down on the table behind her. “So, um, does the company have this party every year?”

“Yeah, it’s a tradition thing. Apparently, Violet — my boss — and her late husband finally made their decision to start their company on Valentine’s Day about thirty years ago. So it’s like a founder’s day anniversary celebration for us to do this big party every year.”

“That’s interesting,” she commented, fiddling with the ends of her hair. “This is my first real corporate party, so it’s really exciting.”

“I’m sure it is. Hang on to the excitement while it lasts. A couple of years down the road, you’ll be wondering what you’re doing here when you could have had a nice romantic dinner with someone you don’t see for ten hours a day.”

I rolled my eyes and she laughed. “So, are you here with someone?”

She reached for one of the cubed sandwiches as the waiter passed by. “Well, no, actually. A few of us came as a group.” As I watched, she pried the sandwich apart and frowned at the spread. “Do you have any idea what this is?”

I peered at it. “I think it’s the horseradish.” She wrinkled her nose and placed the uneaten sandwich on a plate behind her. Again, there was that charm about her. She was so openly honest, almost innocently so. I liked that.

“I wasn’t that hungry anyway,” she said with a shrug. I couldn’t help but notice the way her dress moved when she lifted her shoulders. She wasn’t even trying, but she was so sexy! What the hell was she doing to me?

“Mind if we take a walk?” I proposed, pointing to the gardens just outside the party hall. Her eyes widened a little and held mine for a few seconds. I could almost swear that the chocolate brown of her irises darkened a little.

“Yeah,” she said after a pause. “I mean, no, I don’t mind.”

*

Being a butch has its ups and downs. I’ve had people give me ‘the look’ — you know, the look which says ‘you’re gonna burn in hell, baby’ — and I’ve had pretty ladies asking for my number. But truthfully, my orientation hadn’t been my choice to make. I’d never grown up around people who swing that way; it had been instinctive. The first girl I’d crushed on was back in junior high. Her name was Anne and we’d been math partners.

To suffice: it didn’t turn out well.

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Entomorph Breeding Program

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The small village of Nookington was located near a forest where the various species of the now called ‘Entomorph’ were discovered. A collection of insectoid and arachnid humanoid creatures that sought to introduce themselves to the world, but were starting small so far. Several had come to open a small ‘farmers market’ of sorts, which included a bee people’s pure honey, ant treats, and even spiders who had caught and humanely taken care of wild animals that threatened the town.

Recent developments had led to the discovery that with aid from other creatures, Entomorphs could much more easily spread their species, and grow a closer bond with the rest of the world. Thus, a breeding program was put up for a vote and passed in this small town. Currently, there was a board outside the town library with several requests from eager Ento parents, hoping for a host to their young.

Emelia was dropped off outside town standing in loose-fitting clothing hiding her fairly plump exterior. Her auburn hair mixed into her dress’s colors as she made her way over to the small mating clinic. “Alright, you can do it. They all seem so nice and you could use the connections…” She took a deep breath before pushing the front door open. Looking around and seeing several groups of Entomorphs some dressed like doctors and others who looked like excited soon to be fathers or mothers.

The librarian smiled “Hello Ma’am, are you here to sign up for the first wave of the breeding program?” She smiles lightly “I can personally say that it is not only pleasurable but also surprisingly easy on the body to recover.”

Emilia blushed before nodding. “Yes I, Yes I’m here to do that.” She walked overlooking rather flustered as she eyed the driders in the corner of the room. “I am Emilia. I signed up for the drider program.”

She looks it over “Ah yes, Tara will be your partner.” She waves over and one of the driders skitters over. She looked to be about the size of a centaur, but with her spider lower half. “Thank you for signing up for our program Miss Emilia. My name is Tara.” She smiles and holds her hand out, her fangs glinting a little past her lips. “Most have been a little nervous about signing up for our program, so I hope I can coerce you into giving a good word when this is over.” She giggles a little bit.

Emilia’s face turned fully crimson before shaking her head. “Yeah, I have heard a good bit about all this. I’ve always been a tad lonely and hearing that this was a good way to make a connection made me excited to come in.” She looked back up into Tara in her bottom set of eyes nearly getting lost in the inky blackness.

Tara smiled “Alright then, one last question, and please be honest. Would you rather a hotel room, or my place? Either is fine, my place would at the end be more private, but the hotel room would be within the town limits.” Tara gently reaches down and rubs Emilia’s cheek with a smile. “You know, you truly are beautiful.”

Emilia shuddered slightly before smiling. “I think your place sounds good. The hotel idea just feels… cheap.” She shakily reached out putting her hand on one of Tara’s legs feeling the hard black near leather-like leg. “You’re also beautiful ya know… your legs are very pretty.”

Tara giggles a little bit and playfully picks Emilia up “Thank you for the compliment, and I thought so too, I just wanted to make sure you were fully comfortable.” She begins to walk out of the library, waving to the others who smiled at her. “So, what do you know of our kind? I’d be willing to answer any questions you have while I take you back home.” She skitters towards the edge of town and into the forest…though the well-trodden path was well lit.

Emilia nodded following closely next to Tara. “Well, I’ve been curious about how being a mate actually works? I know the pregnancy is gonna last a few months at least so… do you want to get to know me during it? I…” She looked down, rubbing her belly gently. “I would like to… know our children and such…”

Tara smiles wide “Of course I would like to get to know you more. Also most opt to let our colonies raise the young, though we have a few who have opted to be parents. If you want to spend the time here with us, I would be thrilled to support you.” She smiles lightly and rests a hand on Emilia’s shoulder. “Essentially, I am going to inject you with…well technically it is a venom, but it induces ovulation, heightens pleasure responses and dulls pain, and it affects the stretchiness and tensile strength of the flesh. As you take in my eggs, it will cause you to get larger much faster than normal pregnancy for humans, but everyone who has gone through it is fine at the end, no stretch marks or anything.”

Emilia smiled softly looking back to Tara. “If you’re offering I’ll definitely stay…” She was quiet as they continued down the path starting to lean into Tara as they walked. Just enjoying the presence of what would soon be her mate. “So do you have a husband or wife? Also how quickly bursa escort do your young grow up? I’m more than willing to be in for the long haul.”

“I do not have a mate of my own. I normally would give out unfertilized eggs, though they can absorb the eggs of a host mother to fill in the other parent’s genetics. That is why we induce ovulation. As for how long they take to grow. Unlike insects and arachnids, we age and grow slower, though our rate of growth is faster than a humans. Driders like me would be considered fully grown at 15, though mature at 17. Though for human’s sake, we are taking to waiting till at least 18…in human years. I am 25 for the sake of it.” She smiles gently and giggles “Ants grow at an astounding rate, and they can be fully grown in as little as 3 years, though the drones are 100% loyal to their parents, particularly their mother for 15 years. And they don’t reach sexual maturity for another year after that. Bees have a similar growth cycle…though that comes down to their base races. We driders have always been expected to be…somewhat solo loners…at least genetically.”

Emilia reached over rubbing Tara’s hand. “Well if you don’t want to be alone… you don’t have to. After all, we are starting to share our races’ cultures so hopefully, now there won’t be pressured to go solo anymore.” She perked up as the pair approached a large now well-lit cave with cabins surrounding it families of driders inhabiting each.

Tara smiled and nodded “That sounds nice to me, I’d really like to see where this goes.” She leads Emilia into a rather nice log cabin, large enough to support a good few extra bedrooms. Inside was a nice living room, then just past that a kitchen. A door in the side leads to the other half of the house where it was a short hallway with a few rooms off of it with a bathroom at the end. “I helped work on getting these newer homes put together…and I made mine in planning for having a family…though extensions should be pretty easy.” She blushes and opens one door. “Here is my room.” Inside there was an armoire, a lamp, bookcase, and while a normal bed was there, a web hammock in the corner, as well as the ceiling rafters being largely webbed went to show where she slept.

Emilia giggled walking into the room and sitting on the bed. “I will admit this is a far bigger home than I have ever lived in.” She ran her fingers through the sheets smiling. “Just getting to get to know someone and explore parenthood sounds like a massive gift to me. You’re coming off as nothing but kind to me so being your partner also sounds like tons of fun.”

Tara smiles and moves up to Emilia “So then, shall we start now? Or would you like a bit of a ‘wooing’ dinner?'” She leans in and plants a kiss firmly on the girl’s lips, her dainty yet strong fingers running down Emilia’s back and scalp.

Emilia moaned softly before pulling back. “Well I would enjoy getting to know you over a meal then we can get into it.” She then leaned back in kissing Tara again and hugging the spider. “You’re beautiful and I’m sure the children will be too.”

Tara playfully picks Emilia up before skittering back to the kitchen and living room, setting the girl on the couch before heading to start cooking. Before too long, the sizzling of something is heard. “I hope you like fish and rice. We catch and grow them here.” She is showing her dexterity with quickly grabbing and working on multiple things at once in the kitchen, even with her body size she is effortlessly moving around the space.

Emilia watched enthralled by the drider’s dexterity. “That sounds wonderful. I love fish and rice isn’t half bad either.” She sniffed a few times before sighing happily. “It also smells wonderful. I can make some other types of meals, most breakfasts, and meat. I don’t really… have any form of employment that’s a big reason I was sent out here. An opportunity for a better life and all.”

“

Tara smiles and soon brings out a pair of plates of a salmon with lemon and butter, along with some white rice. “Well, our community needs plenty of people willing to put in an honest day’s work. So I can assure you something to do beyond parenting if you wish.” She sets the plates down along with some silverware before curling her legs in, sitting technically on the ground, but level with Emilia all the same.

Emilia took the fish starting to eat quietly. Smiling at Tara between bites slightly nervous but on the whole, enjoying the experience of being near a new companion. “I am more than willing to do both after the children are born. Although I am more than willing to have as large of a family as you desire, and take care of them as my job if needed.”

Tara giggled and leaned in to kiss Emilia’s cheek. “Is that so? Well. I think I could accommodate for your wants and needs.” She smiles a little bit “So what all do you like? I’m learning just how much we don’t have yet that I enjoy. I particularly like all kinds of music and reading, don’t really have a favorite bursa escort bayan yet. Oh, and while I’m strong enough to help lift things around here, I’m an excellent weaver. In fact, I weaved many of the things here.”

Emilia blushed while looking around at all the tapestries in the house. “I must admit they are all lovely. I have a passion for writing and books so I’m sure reading together could be lots of fun.” After finishing her meal Emilia scooted over to lean into Tara’s side. “You’re really soft ya know that? It’s nice…”

She giggles “Why thank you, your skin is quite soft as well.” She finishes her food before gently wrapping an arm around Emilia “So how do you like it? Later I can show you what I know of cooking…then we can experiment with cooking together.” She rubs Emilia’s back a little bit “Also what kinds of writings do you do?”

“I mostly write romantic short stories. That and I love mystery.” Emilia started hugging Tara’s side, closing her eyes and enjoying the closeness. “But now I have my mysterious romance right here so I don’t need to daydream about it anymore.”

Tara giggles a little and helps Emilia onto her spider back before carrying their dishes to the sink. “Well then, what say we…investigate the bedroom fun that I am sure is on your mind Emi.” She giggles and starts to head back towards the bedroom.

Emilia hugged Tara tight, relaxed on her partners back as they moved over to the webbing in the corner of the bedroom. “So do you wanna do it on your webs or the bed.” She blushed looking at the webbing in front of her. “Both could be very fun.”

Tara giggles and starts to remove what coverings she has on the top of her body. “Well, if you want to go for the most fun, I think you would enjoy the webs. Especially if you want to feel like a helpless little fly.” She turns and runs her fingers through Emilia’s hair.

“Well, then webs it is.” Emilia nuzzled into the hand before starting to move off of Tara’s back and onto the webbing. At first, it wasn’t that hard but after she got her first hand on tight she fell tangling herself helplessly in the webbing being held upside-down and diagonally.

Tara giggles a little bit and starts to remove Emilia’s clothing. “You are adorable Emi, let me help you get…more comfortable.” She leans in to kiss the girl before pulling her top off and playing with the bra hooks, getting it off too.

As her clothes came off piece by piece Emilia’s curvy body was truly showing off how gentle and soft it looks. Her breasts both decompressing from her D cup bra and jiggling slightly as Tara moved them around to remove the rest of her clothing. “Well… uh… thank you. This is very comfortable.” By the time Tara was done, Emilia was fully nude other than the webs around her wrists, ankles, and waist holding her in place.

Tara giggles and crawls up on the webs, her legs expertly navigating the netting she had made. “Well well well, what a delicious morsel I have here.” She wiggles as a cock like tube begins to grow out from her lower body, prodding at the exposed pussy. “And look at this, the perfect egg sack, though I think I need to prep it a little more.” She leans down and bites into Emilia’s neck, injecting her…causing a wonderful heat to spread through her veins.

As the venom spread through her Emilia’s blush turned from red to crimson her mouth slowly falling open as she began panting. “F… Fuck. Tara! I need something inside me!” She whimpered her legs quivering helplessly because of the heat overwhelming her senses. Her pussy began dripping from the stimulation of the prodding tube as her hips thrust forward trying to get it inside.

Tara smiles and begins to slide her ovi-posterior into Emi “Oh you feel like you are already trying to get my eggs into your belly. I can’t wait to fill you to the brim!” She begins to thrust in and out, purposefully holding back her eggs to play with her new mate.

Emilia continued her helpless humping letting out gasps and moans as the first egg just barely teased her pussy, trying desperately to get it inside her. Her hips widening welcomingly for the first of her mates’ eggs. “T… Tara! P… Please! I need it!” She moaned out and nuzzled her head helplessly into Tara’s chest.

Tara shoved all the way in, her tip painlessly pressing into Emilia’s womb as she began to let her eggs pump into the woman. The first large egg entered, making a bulge in her belly, then the second joined its sibling…and finally a third. Emilia’s belly already looked to be 6 months pregnant as Tara gently pet her mate. “There we go, how do you feel with that?”

Emilia’s eyes had rolled back into her head as the eggs rolled around in her now stretched wide womb adjusting to their proper places. After ten minutes of moaning and squirming the heat started to drain out of her. “I… feel wonderful.” She leaned into the petting before letting Tara pick her up off of the webbing and lay her back down onto the bed. “I’m… excited for the escort bursa little ones.” She started to absentmindedly rub her swollen belly still clearly slightly hazy from the session.

Tara pulled out and laid next to Emilia, pulling up the blanket. “I am also excited for the little ones. 3 is a pretty good load for me, and I can’t wait to see how they come out.” She rubs Emi’s belly gently “You may need a little time to adjust, but I really look forward to the family we are going to raise together.”

Emilia nodded before nuzzling into Tara’s chest. “This is going to be a wonderful experience for the two of us.” She yawned softly before closing her eyes and holding onto Tara letting her legs hide under Tara’s body and letting her swollen belly be supported by Tara’s side. “Have you considered any names you want for the little ones when they hatch?”

Tara thinks a little bit “Well…I was named for “Tarantula”…but I haven’t thought too much about what my own would be called, figured I would work that out with whoever my mate was.” She smiles a bit “So Emi, I’m all up for figuring that out together.”

Emilia giggled leaning up to kiss Tara. “So umm… we are mates now…” She blushed a bit but had a wide smile on her face. “I was always conflicted about human ways of partnership but… I like this a lot. When it comes to the little one’s names. I’m sure we can find some cute punny names like yours.”

Tara rolls her eyes but smiles and kisses Emilia back “I’m sure they will all come to us when it comes time for them to hatch.” She closes her eyes, holding Emilia close before nuzzling into her. “Love you Emi…thank you for giving this a chance.”

“It was an opportunity for me too… I…” Emilia looked down rubbing her now swollen belly. “Was infertile. I had always desired a chance to start a family or romance but because of my inability to have children the ‘human’ way I was struggling to find a partner to belong with… then I got the ad for this program and nearly cried on the spot before signing up. The other species weren’t compatible with me so… here I am… here we are.” She let a few tears drip down her face before kissing Tara hard. “Thank you Tara I love you.”

Tara kisses Emilia deeply “I can already tell, you are going to be a wonderful mother…and wonderful to help us move forward into interacting with others.” She rocks Emilia gently “even if you can’t support a normal human pregnancy, my eggs are absorbing some of your DNA, one way or another. Usually through absorbing sperm or egg cells of the host, but in absence they can passively take in surrounding DNA, they will just grow a little slower.”

Emilia started crying softly holding onto Tara enjoying her mates’ touch. “Well, then I’m sure they will be beautiful.” She took deep breaths holding onto Tara until she was able to fully calm herself the exhaustion setting in as she drifted off in Tara’s arms.

-3 Months Later-

Tara walked inside their cabin, happily lugging in several bags of groceries “I’m home, and I brought the snacks you wanted as well as our food restock.” She began to put down some bags of various veggies she had gotten from their neighbors, as well as an assortment of foods from the town market.

Emilia smiled sitting on the living room couch as Tara came in. “Thank you so much, sweetie.” She slowly stood up her swollen belly making her movements sluggish as she came over kissing Tara on the cheek and starting to help unload the groceries. “The little ones have been wiggling around in their eggs a lot today.” She giggled as Tara could see her belly start to jiggle slightly before calming down. “It really tickles.”

Tara giggles and rubs the belly “Are you three being nice to mommy?” She smiles a little “Them being lively is a good thing, it means they are comfortable and enjoy where they are. I bet your heartbeat soothes them.” She gently rests her head on Emilia’s chest and closes her eyes. “It soothes me.”

Emilia kisses Tara on the lips gently before heading over to the kitchen to get some water. “I’m always happy to hear that. I will admit that these have been the happiest months of my life. Even if the little ones make it tough to get around.” She grabbed a glass pouring a cup before grabbing an apple and heading back to the couch to snack on it.

Tara smiles and sits down, pulling Emilia onto her so she can wrap her arms around her mate, rubbing the egg bump happily. “You are positively glowing, I really can tell how much you personally want to be a mother.” She kisses Emilia on the neck right where she had bitten during their first night together. “I do have one question, and if you don’t want to talk about it, it’s ok. But do you want any family to know that everything is going ok? I haven’t noticed you call anyone on a phone or anything.”

Emilia looked down slightly before shaking her head. “My family didn’t approve of my choice to come to be with you and gave me an ultimatum. Stay with humans and them or go here and never talk to them again. I chose to come here with you and they dropped me off.” She sighed before leaning more into Tara’s chest. “That doesn’t matter though I’m happy with my choice. I love my mate with all my heart and that’s all I could ever ask for.”

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E , J Ch. 03

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Evelyn sensed the other woman’s absence even before she was fully awake, she was disappointed but not really surprised. She would have liked to have awakened with Jerusalem in her arms but somehow she was absolutely sure it would take more than words to assure the frightened little girl that hovered just below the surface of the confident woman.

Still Evie couldn’t help feeling a little bit cheap, she wasn’t the type of woman to give herself to just anyone so she didn’t particularly relish the feeling of her lover sneaking off in the middle of the night like she was some sleazy one night stand. Maybe things were different between two women, different rules and ways to play the game. She wasn’t sure, it wasn’t like she knew any other women who had paired off, and even if she had she still might not have known. After all she wasn’t like that, so she’d have no reason to even inquire about the inner workings of such relationships.

As Evelyn lay there thinking the sun rose over the island giving birth to a newborn morning, she was sad to be leaving it’s beauty behind but had no regrets at least not yet, but she was beginning to wonder if maybe she should, after all she had never meant to redefine her sexuality or even to call it into question but now that she had she wondered what the results would be.

Jerusalem had slept fitfully hovering in between dreams and reality, by the time the sun began to rise she was tired but couldn’t force sleep to come. She got up frustrated with chasing rest and exhausted from pushing unwanted thoughts and images from her mind. As she began to pack for her return to the states she felt like shaking some sense into herself, how the hell could she be falling in love with Evelyn Masters?

Maybe she had gotten heat stroke or some damn thing, or maybe this was the start of some kind of weird phase. Whatever it was she wasn’t about to let it control her anymore, and she sure wasn’t going to let some Island fling redefine who she was. The sex had been great and exciting but that was no reason to go overboard, and once she got it together enough to explain it to herself she’d definitely make sure Evie…Evelyn understood too.

Breakfast was a tense affair though Donnie couldn’t quite put his finger on why. Evelyn was running hot and cold and hovering on the edge of distraction and Jerusalem seemed tired, on edge and just generally out of sorts. She hadn’t been rude exactly she just seemed repressed somehow. He wondered if they’d been fighting, he sure hoped not he didn’t want to spend the remainder of his time on the island making sure neither one of them came to bodily harm. Teki the man he’d met at the club, had invited Donnie to spend the day on some nude beach, and he wasn’t inclined to refuse, just so he could referee some cat fight from hell.

To avoid any impending sense of duty he hurried away as soon as he could with only the briefest of explanations and not a second to spare for any objections. He was finally about to have a little Island fun himself and nothing and nobody was going to stop him.

When Donnie departed Evelyn made her way back to the guest house and into her room, she was a far to restless to be confined by its walls and eventually ended up on the outer terrace looking over the large expanse of Garner’s lush estate She was more than a little upset that Donnie had left, she had hoped that they could talk for a while, and his absence felt like a personal abandonment.

There was so much on her mind and even if he didn’t have all of the answers , he would have at least been there to listen and offer some emotional support. She recognized that she was being petty and selfish in her anger, after all he wasn’t her personal problem solver, and she had abandoned him for nearly two days without so much as a courtesy call, and now she was tripping because he wouldn’t be at her beck and call for a few hours.

What the hell kind of friend did that make her? Without fully realizing it Evelyn began to cry, tears of frustration, confusion and maybe a little bit of understanding rolled down her cheeks as she stared out over the horizon. As much as she wanted to believe it she just couldn’t seem to convince herself that she was still the woman she’d always thought herself to be. She hadn’t been tricked or fooled or even seduced into being with Jerusalem. She had in fact made the first move, albeit her intentions weren’t completely motivated by the sexual attraction.

Still the attraction had been one thing but as usual one thing had lead to another and then she’d found herself submitting to something brand new without hesitation. Plus on top of everything else there was the fact that Evelyn had always thought she was open minded when it came to people and sexuality, hell wasn’t her very best friend in the whole wide world gay? Hadn’t she marched with him in the pride parades as a show of support? Wasn’t she the one always spouting off about inalienable human rights and basic civil rights bursa escort for all people, not to mention the freedom to live without labels?

So why was she tripping now that she’d slept with a woman? And why did everything in her want to rebel when one of those labels might be applied to her? Forget being in her backyard the issues were in her damn house and now she wasn’t so sure she could handle them. If sleeping with women was fine by her then why did she feel guilty and ashamed?

She was afraid to even think the word lesbian so would she ever be able to own it if it came to that? She hadn’t thought too much about the result of meaning of her actions but now it was almost time to go home, and get back to her normal life, and she found herself with so many questions to answer, and so many answers to question.

Jerusalem had retired to her rooms after breakfast and once again she had sought sleep, after a half hour of tossing and turning not to mention a fair amount of cussing she gave up on her date with the sandman and got up, her first inclination was to find Evelyn and somehow purge the woman from her system but she knew without trying that she wasn’t going to be able to do so.

That morning she had fully intended to talk to the other woman and break it off , that’s what she’d always done when she wanted to end a relationship, without regret or remorse or even a second thought but when she’d walked out onto the patio that morning and seen Evelyn sitting there something had stopped her. Something about the was the older woman looked in the sunlight with the breeze slight breeze ruffling her hair had mad Jerusalem take pause, it wasn’t a quickening of her heart or anything that romantic, it was lust plain and simple. The only thought left in the girl’s head had been sweeping the array of food from the table and replacing it with Evelyn. She could almost hear the woman’s moans and feel the heat of that sun kissed skin beneath her fingertips.

Right then it had been so very easy to convince herself that the only thing between them was some hella good sex. Now Jerusalem was just a little uncertain and the little bit of doubt unsettled her. maybe she was just overreacting after all this influx of emotions could have been a side effect of learning the woman’s heritage still Jerusalem thought it might be better to simply avoid the other woman for a spell. So instead she changed into a set of workout clothes before heading to the indoor workout center. There were definitely a lot of perks in knowing the uber rich.

Jerusalem stepped off of the treadmill with her mind more at ease than it had been in many hours, she finally felt as if she could relax , there was a certain satisfaction that enveloped the body when it was physically spent, from a workout. She might have gone to her room and taken a quick nap if she hadn’t begun to feel so hungry , instead of resting she took a quick shower and slipped into a brief tunic, before heading to the kitchen.

Evelyn looked up as Jerusalem entered the room, she couldn’t stop her eyes from taking the girl in from head to toe. She wore nothing more than a deep brown cotton tunic that barely brushed her thighs, the garment was simple and plain but Evelyn found it sexier than anything she could presently think of. She wanted to look away and deny the way her body responded to the girl’s mere presence but somehow she just couldn’t.

She’d been consciously avoiding Jerusalem all day by staying in her room, but the other woman’s absence during the meal had seemed unfair somehow, Evelyn knew that once again such thinking was irrational she had considered not showing up herself but couldn’t bring herself to be that impolite. Thau had called her and advised that lunch was ready and that he would be picking her up due to the high winds.

She could think of no logical reason to refuse nor could she deny the fact that she was indeed hungry. So she had ended up dining alone for the most part although there was enough food to feed four or five people. Despite her earlier isolation dining in solitude made her lonely so she was happier than she herself wanted to admit that Jerusalem had shown up, and beyond the happiness there was something more, although she couldn’t quite define what.

“What are you doing in here?” Jerusalem asked breaking the silence of the room.

“Eating” Evelyn replied as a smile played along the corners of her full lips.

“I can see that.” Jerusalem replied returning the hint of a smile and seating herself. “I meant what are you doing in the kitchen, why aren’t you outside on the patio.”

Evelyn raised an eyebrow in question

“Where have you been hiding all day? The wind is blowing like all hell broke loose out there.” Jerusalem merely shrugged.

“I was in the gym I didn’t realize the trade winds were blowing. Wait did you walk over here?” She demanded sounding for all the world like a mother about to scold a naughty child.

“Um no Thau picked me up.”

“Good.”

“What escort bursa were you going to do if I did walk? Spank me?” The words left Evelyn’s lips before she’d fully thought them out.

Jerusalem would have laughed if the words didn’t call such an enticing image to mind, but before she could speak on the image another thought interrupted.

“What about Donnie? Did he get back from that private beach?” Jerusalem voiced the questions that had just crossed her mind.

“I know he was giggling about some nude beach but I don’t know if it was private, and no he’s not back yet. I tried to call him a while ago but he didn’t answer on his cell.”

“The nude beaches here are private, since the public beaches are topless or at least tops are an option the “nude beaches” are generally privately owned by resorts or homeowners. Some of the locals prefer complete nudity so they sort of crash the beaches without much trouble involved, the only thing is most of the nude beaches are hard to access on foot without having to walk miles and miles, so mostly they go on the little motor scooters and make a day trip out of it…”

Jerusalem trailed off realizing she’d been trying tho distract the other woman’s worry with her own rambling, but it hadn’t even worked a little. She hadn’t meant to worry Evelyn but she had.

“I’m sure he’s fine they probably left before the winds even started and went to hang out somewhere else…”

Evelyn shrugged and attempted a smile. Jerusalem was probably right she just couldn’t help but worry about Donnie it wasn’t like him not to answer his phone and she didn’t like the idea of him out there on some little scooter with the wind howling across the island. She didn’t imagine that he was fool enough to actually ride in this weather but still she couldn’t help her concern.

Jerusalem didn’t say so but she was worried too, she wanted to call Donnie right away but if he didn’t answer she knew Evie might not be able to take it so instead finished eating praying that whatever he was doing he’d be able to pick up the phone when she did call.

The two women went to Jerusalem’s room to get her phone since Evelyn had forgotten hers in the guest house, she didn’t particularly want to be in Jerusalem’s room but her concern to find Donnie trumped all other emotions and besides it wasn’t likely that they were going to fuck with Donnie MIA

Donnie woke slowly, stretching his languid limbs he felt as though he’d been drugged but he knew his euphoria came from something a little more basic. It had been a long time since he’d felt this satisfied, longer than he cared to admit in fact. He just hadn’t found anybody he clicked with , or where the attraction was really there, moreover he hadn’t been able to find anyone who wanted more than casual sex, and the older he got the more he needed and wanted a companion and not just a playmate, but here none of that mattered the same way it did back home.

For now he was content with casual sex because he knew it wouldn’t go beyond that, there was no chance for involvement or the pain that came along with it, or rather the pain that came along with the lack of a relationship where he’d been expecting one to bloom.

Memories flooded his mind like rain and like rain they slipped through his grasp before he could hold them. It had been nearly 7 years since he’d lost Paul and he was just now beginning to understand that pain , even in his loss he had longed for somebody to comfort him and hold him like only a lover could, but his grief had proven to be too much and for years he’d tried to build his dreams on weak foundations, without ever really dealing with the dream that had died.

He’d tried to replace Paul when he knew he never could and as a result he’d kept reliving the pain instead of living through it. It had Taken him three years to understand that and another two to find peace in the midst of his anguish , he still longed for a partner but he’d gotten beyond the point where he would frantically search them out with a fervent need. And now he’d turned another corner, without much thought or provocation, he’d been able to submit to pleasure with no expectation beyond having a good time.

He wasn’t about to fall into a promiscuous lifestyle or any such thing but it felt good to know that the desperation that had driven so many of his romantic actions was gone, or at least lying dormant for a while.

Paul had been that soul mate, best friend, lover, and helpmeet that Donnie had always heard and read about. At 27 he hadn’t thought he’d ever find that love then all of a sudden he’d met Paul at a book signing/ poetry reading and all of a sudden his life had begun. Paul had been a social worker who always brought his work home, he was sensitive and kind and compassionate, not cut out for working with abused women and children when you weren’t supposed to get personally involved.

He was still good at his job even though it hurt him in so many ways. Donnie was forever telling him about being bursa escort bayan objective but he never did convince him. Paul was stubborn right up to the day he died…maybe if he’d been less stubborn he would have still been here today…Donnie turned his thoughts away from that subject and line of thinking not willing to go there again. He’d lived through to many seasons of regret to keep on going back to that place.

Teki propped himself up on his and stared at the man in his bed, he seemed to be in his own world, they hadn’t even made it to the beach which was a surprise to him. He’d tried every trick he knew to get the dark good looking man to join him after they’d met at the club but Donnie had bolted like a skittish colt, even after they’d kissed and touched all night. Teki knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the American had been aroused so he couldn’t understand the mixed signals or his ultimate failure to entice the man.

He’d planned to try again today, his seductions rarely failed and he didn’t take defeat very well at all. His lean dark body and gentle, full features paired with his thick curling hair and perfect smile had always gotten him nearly everything he wanted from both a men or a women, so Donnie’s refusal had intrigued him. When he’d picked the man up at the gates of the lavish estates he’d smiled to himself and decided to redouble his efforts and do anything it took, the American had claimed to be on business and Teki had doubted him but he knew of Garner, hell most of the Island knew about the man and his wealth and if Donnie had business with such a man did that not mean he was successful as well?

Teki was used to being kept by rich Americans and Europeans who vacationed on the Island but times had been hard of late and he needed a new keeper perhaps this tall dark business man was the answer to his prayers. He hoped so he dreaded the gardener’s work he had to do in between affairs.

They’d ridden off on his Vespa with Donnie gripping his waist and pressing his muscled chest against Teki’s back. They’d stopped at a café so Teki could pick up food for what was to be their lunch, he’d planned on having a romantic little picnic on the beach with the sound of the sea splashing in the background and the sun shining on their naked skin, a little perhaps a little wine sipped from the bottle as there were no glasses to be had, then light kissing, a few secret caresses…then back to his place or maybe they’d find a secluded alcove on the beach.

He’d been happy with his plan and suspected it would work, it had never failed him before. But once he’d gotten the food and packed it away in his bag Donnie had seemed more interested in finding out where Teki lived than visiting any beach, and just like that they’d ended up back at his place.

Donnie had been just as surprised as his new friend when he’d simply invited himself over, it had been a spontaneous thing, more of a passing thought spoken aloud than anything else. He’d figured they would have the whole day to visit the beach but he was charmed by the younger man and wanted a chance to spend some time alone with him, not to mention the fact that while the idea of the beach was fabulous the actual humidity and heat didn’t appeal much to the city boy in Donnie. It was one thing to imagine being there it was another to actually bear the heat and crowds that went along with beaches of any kind.

Teki’s house was quaint to say the least, it had belonged to his father and his grandfather before that, it was a strong structure built to withstand the high winds of the island, but it wasn’t at all grand, the land was in worth more than the house that stood on it, especially since the island had grown into such a tourist hot spot. The house had only two bedrooms and a small living room and an even smaller kitchen. The indoor plumbing had been added later so the bathroom was a sort of addition to the house tacked onto the back in a somewhat haphazard fashion. The floors were all wood and easily swept free of dust and sand and there were many windows to keep the house cool.

The interior was spotlessly clean and sparsely furnished but the furniture that was there seemed to be a bit to luxurious for the surroundings, all in all it was what designers were paid to achieve, a sort of expensive bohemian effect gave the place a sense of charm that was just short of passé.

Donnie would have loved to know if Teki had put this all together himself or if the effect were somehow contrived, but he didn’t ask instead he just took in his surroundings and tried to relax, now that he was here he was feeling a bit nervous it had been a while since he’d been on a date of any kind and he wasn’t sure what to say or do.

He tossed out the idea of talking business with the twenty something god like island boy, because he could just about picture himself boring the poor man to tears, with his talk of armoires and chifforobes, he wondered if they could talk about music but that might be something that would end up being moot, he wasn’t that much of a yellow American as to imagine that his limited knowledge of music would mean anything to the man, and he simply didn’t know any of the local music or musicians so any conversation on the subject would be short lived at best.

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Eileen learns something new at work.

One of her co-workers introduces her to tribadism.

Four days a week, Eileen goes to work at the doctor’s office. The doctor is a urologist and includes some fertility issues in his practice. He is a well respected doctor with privileges at the two closest hospitals. He is in his mid fifties, happily married and has a reputation as a caring and effective healer. Eileen knows very well that she is extremely lucky to have this job. The doctor and the other two women in the office, Angela and Louise, get along very well. Eileen has been there just over a year.

Angela, also a trained medical assistant, is also a trained phlebotomist; that means she can draw blood samples. There is a small lab in the back of the office building where the different samples can be analyzed and many different tests can be performed. This enhances the doctors’ ability to treat his patients because he can get almost instant results for some of the tests that he needs done. Angela has been with the doctor for over 12 years. She is nearly forty and a little taller than most women. She admits to being 5-foot 11 and ‘seven eights’ inches tall. To most people, she is an imposing 6-foot and with heels she is quite noticeable. She also has a fairly impressive set of tits, not too big but certainly something that you would not overlook. Angela is not currently married and has no children. Eileen doesn’t know too many of her personal details other than where she lives.

Louise is the other lady in the office. She is the receptionist, scheduler and, most importantly, the paperwork person. She has been doing medical billing and dealing with insurance companies for over thirty years. She has been with this doctor for 19 years and is almost as indispensible as the doctor himself. Louise is a matronly lady, a little older than the doctor with a ‘full figure’. This means that her boobs are big enough to rest comfortably on her belly when she is sitting at her desk. If she wears a low cut dress or blouse, the crack in her cleavage is probably as long as the crack in Eileen’s ass. Louise does her work efficiently and goes home every night to her husband. She stays a little to herself, choosing to run errands and go to the bank at most lunchtimes. The doctor usually goes out to lunch, occasionally at the hospital cafeteria. Sometimes, he orders-in lunch for the office, when he does this, Louise usually stays for lunch.

The office runs smoothly and efficiently. There are few real emergencies other than kidney stones. They seem to come in waves. The doctor tries to avoid knife surgery preferring to try the high-powered sound wave stone blasting or, the dreaded, ‘go in and get it’ through the urethra-bladder-ureter route. The patients are usually ‘asleep’ for this procedure, but it gives a lot of people an uncomfortable feeling just thinking about it. People with kidney stones, however, don’t really care how they get relief from the pain.

The doctor has both of the ‘hands on’ assistants (Eileen and Angela) wear scrubs at work. The office provides a clean pair for each workday. Every Thursday, the dirty scrubs are brought in and the clean scrubs are delivered from the laundry service. The clean scrubs are taken home and so the cycle continues. Louise cancels the scrubs for weeks that the doctor’s office is closed. Scrubs are extremely comfortable to work in but, they are not something that you wear to show off your assets, if you know what I mean. Like her sisters, Eileen has been told that she has a ‘great ass’ but you would never know it with her wearing those scrubs. You can tell that a woman has breasts, but not a lot of detail since the scrubs have a very modest v-neck that does not come anywhere near showing even the hint of cleavage. But, let’s not forget the price; nothing, since the doctor pays for the laundry service. So, Eileen knows that she is not likely to entice a man to pay attention to her when she is dressed for work. Not that she was actively looking, anyway.

Most days, Eileen and Angela tag team the patients. That means that each assistant takes every other patient in to get weighed, sent into the bathroom to collect a urine sample, put into an examining room and instructed as to how to undress for the exam, if necessary. Louise almost always arranges the schedule so that Angela takes back the patients that will need blood drawn. Both girls have been handed semen samples, almost always in cleaned out baby food jars. The semen samples go back to the lab and Angela prepares a ‘slide’ which she puts into a computer connected microscope bursa escort and captures some still images and some video. The images can be viewed by the doctor, on the computer screens in the examining rooms. How convenient. The results of the other tests, urine and blood are also posted on the computer system for the doctor.

The morning schedule has been fairly easy. No complications and they finished about twenty minutes before the regular noon lunch break. Today, the doctor will be going to the hospital for lunch and to visit one of his patients who will be there for another few days. He is expected back in the office in time for his next appointment at 2 O-Clock. Louise is going out for lunch, to the bank and to do a little shopping for her grandson’s birthday. She is expected back, as usual, right before the doctor gets back. So, Eileen and Angela have a nice two hour break.

Angela goes into the lab to shut off some of the equipment for the two-hour downtime. She sees Eileen sitting on one of the stools looking at what’s left of a semen sample in a baby food jar. She is turning it over and watching it as it slowly flows around the inside of the glass.

Angela: “What-cha doin?”

Eileen: “Oh, nothing. Just looking at this stuff. Hard to imagine that this could become a baby.”

Angela:”Well, not by itself.”

Eileen: “I know, but without this stuff, all our plumbing and parts are useless.”

Angela: “Not entirely useless, we can still have some fun with the installed equipment.”

Eileen: “Yeah, I know, but this is interesting. As you know, I haven’t seen any lately, other than here.”

Angela: “Yeah, and I’m sorry for you about that. Are you going to eat lunch?”

Eileen: “Yeah, I’ll be right there.”

Angela: “Don’t bring that along and for heaven’s sake, wash your hands.”

Eileen: “Not funny, but I will wash. Where should I put this?”

Angela: “What name is on the label?”

Eileen: “Conroy”

Angela: “That one is done, you can just toss it into the medical waste bag next to the counter.” Angela turns and goes out of the lab.

Eileen looks at the deposit again as it slowly seeps to the bottom of the little jar. She puts it into her pocket. Then she takes it back out and walks over to the waste bag. Hesitating, she holds it over the bag, looks at it again, and then lets it drop. “Not this time” she thinks to herself.

Joining Angela in the little kitchenette, Eileen takes her lunch bag out of the little fridge along with a yogurt and a bottle of iced tea. Angela is already eating a slice of pizza that she ‘nuked’ up in the microwave and washing it down with her own bottle of iced tea. The girls eat in silence for a few minutes.

Angela: “Did you remember to wash your hands?”

Eileen: “Of course. I used the sanitizer, too.”

Angela: “Did you ever wonder how the patients collect those samples?”

Eileen: “Actually . . . . yes. I imagine all sorts of ways. I like to look at the wife, if she comes in with the guy. They always look a little embarrassed. Like they’re the first woman who ever gave her man a hand job, or something.”

Angela: ” I’ve actually seen what looks like lipstick in one of the samples.”

Eileen: “You mean she gave him a blow job and then spit it into the jar?”

Angela: “Most likely, how else would you explain the lipstick?”

Eileen: “Are you sure that it wasn’t blood or something that was left in the jar from the baby food.”

Angela: “As sure as I’m sitting here. Lipstick doesn’t dissolve in the semen. I actually recognized the color. The guy’s wife was with him and she was still wearing the same color.”

Eileen: “Then she must have given him a blow-job on the way here. I’ve imagined that some of them do it in the parking lot out back, just before they come in.”

Angela: “Right you are. I’ve seen it. Look out the lab windows next time someone is scheduled to bring in a sample. At least half the time, they do it out back. They usually pull up and park facing the building. They look around the parking lot. I stand behind the wall next to the window and just peek my head around. I’ve seen the women lean across and disappear into their husband’s lap and I’ve also seen their shoulders moving when they are giving him a little tug. It’s most fun to watch the man’s face. You can actually tell when he comes by his facial expression. When the deed is done, they look around the lot again and straighten their clothes as they are walking in. And, as you’ve seen, they almost all carry the ‘squirt’ in a little brown escort bursa paper sack. “

Eileen: “Has anyone ever done it in here?”

Angela: “No, but one couple did ask that. The doctor told them no and to go someplace ‘appropriate’ and return in a hour or so and ‘just drop it off.'”

Eileen: “Did they?”

Angela: “Yes, just the wife came in and had it in a paper coffee cup. At least it had a lid. I took it from her and wrote her last name on the cup with a marker. I have never seen a woman that red in the face. If she could have dropped through the floor, I think that she would have.”

Eileen: “I would like to have seen that. How long ago was that?”

Angela: “Actually, it was just before you were hired. The last girl, Barbara, was just about to leave to have her baby and we both thoroughly enjoyed that woman’s misery.”

“Eileen: “Well, you don’t have to worry about that with me. I’m not likely to be leaving, at least for maternity leave.”

Angela: “Yes, and you need to know that I understand. You know that I am here for you if you need anything.”

Eileen: “Yes, and thank you. But I will get through this. I don’t know how just yet, but I will make it.”

Angela: “You are always so tense. Do you get any relief, if you know what I mean?”

Eileen: “I’m not comfortable talking about those things?”

Angela: “Why? We’re both grown women. You shouldn’t be embarrassed talking about that.”

Eileen: “Yeah, I know. But still . . . . “

Angela: “Look babe, just between you and me, I do myself at least three times a week. Sometimes more often than that. It’s nothing to be ashamed about. Every woman does it. Some more than others. I’ll bet that both of your married sisters do it once in a while.”

Eileen: “Well yeah, especially Meagan, her husband is in Turkey right now, with the Army.”

Angela: “See, I’m here for you if you need anything.”

Eileen: “Thanks, I appreciate knowing that.”

With that, Eileen stands up and puts her trash into the can. When she turns back, Angela is standing there with her arms stretched out, inviting her for a hug. Eileen walks up to her and puts her arms, tentatively around the larger woman’s’ waist. Angela wraps her arms around Eileen and the women hug each other closely. Eileen notices that her face is just above Angela’s big tits, but the hug feels really good. Angela is warm, soft, and really big!

The girls continue to hug for a few more seconds when Angela moves her right leg more to the center and reaches down with one hand on Eileen’s lower back, pulling her a little closer. Eileen immediately feels her mound come into contact with Angela’s thigh. Somehow this feels good and Eileen doesn’t move away.

Encouraged by Eileen’s acceptance of the advance, Angela lowers her hand to Eileen’s’ ass and pulls her even tighter against her thigh. Angela has bent her knee slightly and by pushing down a little on the toes of that leg, she presses her thigh even tighter against Eileen’s’ womanly mound. Again, Eileen does nothing, she has her head turned to the side and is pressed up against the top of Angela’s generous bosom.

Angela lowers her head and whispers: “Go ahead girl. Push yourself against me. I’m here and I understand. Please let me lead you to something new and enjoyable.” Angela presses her hand against Eileen’s butt cheek and her mound grinds against Angela’s thigh again. Then again and again. Soon, the women have established a sort of rhythm and Eileen actually begins to feel the effects as her clit begins to swell with an inrush of blood. She can sense the moisture welling in her depths and starting to moisten the inner lips of her womanhood. Eileen keeps her head against the larger woman’s chest while she responds to the pressure being applied to her ass, but feels so wonderfully in her crotch.

The women continue their stationary dance for a few more minutes. Eileen notices that she is grinding herself without much coaxing from Angela. Angela’s hand is still on her ass, but Eileen is now stroking herself against the big woman at her own pace. And, the pace is quickening. As the thrill rushes out from the depths of her womb, Eileen experiences a gut-wrenching orgasm. Angela actually supports her weight as the throes of the spasms engulf and cloud over Eileen’s mind. It takes a couple of moments for the throbbing to fade away and for her legs to feel like they can support her again.

Angela moves her hand back up to Eileen’s back. She leans over and kisses Eileen gently on the top of her head, and says: “Welcome sister, bursa escort bayan you looked like you needed that.”

Eileen is very confused. She actually doesn’t know how she feels about this. She only knows that she feels very good, at the moment. She turns her head and looks up at her taller friend and says: “What in the hell just happened?”

Angela: “You’re a big girl now, you know what happened. The important thing is, did you like it?”

Eileen: “Well, I obviously liked it, I am just a little unsure of myself, right now.”

Angela: “Don’t let it bother you. You feel good right now, don’t you?”

Eileen: “I have to admit it, but yes, I feel really good right now. I may have to go into the ladies room and tidy up a bit, but I really feel good.”

Angela leaned down and kissed Eileen on her cheek. “Good, now go ‘tidy up’ as you call it and meet me in exam room number two.”

Eileen went into the bathroom and sopped up her well moistened crotch with some toilet paper. She couldn’t wipe up by her clit. She was still feeling like it was buzzing and way too sensitive to touch. When she was done and everything was back ‘in order’ she pulled her panties back up, now very aware of how damp the crotch had become. Once her scrubs were in place and her hair still looked good in the mirror, she started down the hall toward Exam-2.

Angela was standing by the window when she walked in.

Angela: “Close the door, OK?”

Eileen closed the door thinking: “What am I getting into?”

Angela: “Just sit on the end of the examining table, I’ll take it from here.”

Eileen walked over to the table and sat uneasily on the end. Angela came up to her and stood with her legs on either side of Eileen’s left knee. Reaching down to the side of the table, Angela first pushed the button raising the back of the table until it just touched Eileen’s shoulders, making it comfortable for her to sit on the table. She then pushed the button raising the entire table until Eileen’s knee was firmly planted in Angela’s crotch. Now it was Angela’s turn to grind one out.

Angela stood there, towering over Eileen and with a grin on her face started to grind herself down onto Eileen’s leg. Looking directly into her eyes, Angela said: “Pay attention now, and learn a few things.” Not knowing what to expect, Eileen just sat there holding onto the sides of the table. Angela leaned a little forward and, keeping one hand on the table, she reached up and cupped one of Eileen’s breasts. Angela quickly found her pace and continued her grinding while Eileen tried to understand what was happening.

Much to her surprise, Eileen felt her nipples beginning to react to Angela’s touching. Angela located the little bump in her bra and focused her attention there. Eileen was still wide eyed and could feel Angela’s enthusiasm for the rubbing increasing. The tempo and pressure of Angela’s strokes increased just as Eileen remembered it happing with herself. When Angela got over the edge, she closed her eyes, lowered her head till her chin touched her chest and let out a long moan. Eileen was surprised by how hard Angela squeezed her knee between her legs and she could actually feel the tremble as Angela’s crotch did the ‘happy dance.’

After a few moments, Angela again opened her eyes and looked at Eileen. “Well, did you like that?”

Eileen could only nod her head, yes. Amazingly, Angela had an orgasm and Eileen was the one that was out of breath. Angela disengaged herself from Eileen’s leg and lowered the table so that she could step off. Eileen got up and approached Angela. Without saying a word, the two women hugged again. Their separation was a little clumsy, neither of them knowing what to say. Finally, Angela said: “Well, what do you think?”

Eileen hesitated a moment, and then said: “What did we just do?”

Angela: “What we did is called ‘tribbing’ and it’s a perfectly natural thing to do.”

Eileen: “It certainly is new to me. And, I have to admit, it was amazing.”

Angela: “So, you really liked it?”

Eileen: “I think so; but I’m really going to have to think about this.”

Eileen started to go toward the door while Angela walked back to the Exam table. She pushed the buttons returning it to its normal position.

Angela: “I see that you really enjoyed yourself.”

Eileen: “I told you that I think so, didn’t I?”

Angela, pointing to the paper cover on the exam table: “Well, take a little look at the damp spot on the paper here.”

Eileen walked back and looked at the paper. Sure enough, there was a little damp spot where she had been sitting. She quickly pulled more paper down from the roll and tore off the end which had the evidence of their little adventure. “Is the seat of my scrubs showing a damp spot?”

Eileen had a lot of thinking to do.

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Dream Shower

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Vera had worked up a sweat. She’d been coming to the gym now for a few months and really worked herself hard. She liked the feeling it had on her. There were other things she’d come to like as well. Since her breakup, it had become clear to her that she had interests outside of what most would call “Normal”. She got really hot and turned on by women.

Not just any woman but these women. The ones at the gym in their tight, little shorts and tops, with their tummy’s showing and their boobs pressed hard against their shirts. Oh yes, she really loved coming to the gym. One woman in particular stood out.

Vera had seen her in here several times a week. Sometimes they’d be next to each other on the treadmill and other times on the bikes. Vera had over heard a few conversations and learned the woman’s name was Kate.

When they weren’t on the equipment, both could be found in the same aerobics class. Kate was almost always in front of Vera and usually down a few people. This gave Vera a great view of Kate’s ass as well as the rest of her body in the mirrors.

When they jogged in place, Vera really loved watching those breasts move. Kate must have been a D cup easily and they looked so firm and appealing in that top she wore.

They had never talked, although Vera had been caught looking at her from time to time. She wondered what Kate thought and always waited to be confronted but it never happened. Today was like any other day.

Vera worked her ass off and walked several miles to boot. She really needed a shower and the thought of the water running down her body seemed like heaven.

She hopped off the treadmill and headed that way. Usually there were several girls in and out of the showers but when she walked in, she found she was the only one. Fine with her, she could enjoy the shower a little more without having to worry about keeping someone from it.

She stripped and grabbed her towel. The back stall was a favorite, it had a bursa escort privacy door and some of the women were really very shy. Vera seldom got to use it and was going take her chance now.

She slipped in and turned the water on. A gush of cool water poured down and she gasped at first. Soon though her body became adjusted to it and she just closed her eyes and let it flow.

She ran her fingers through her hair and then down over her body. Her nipples were hard from the temperature of the water and she sighed as her fingers grazed over them.

Suddenly her mind conjured up an image of Kate in class. Vera would bet she looked great wet. She could imagine the water running and dripping off her nipples and it made her hot.

Vera let her fingers roam lower down her body and between her legs. She felt an instant heat run through her body as her fingers found her center. Oh how this woman and images of her turned Vera on.

Just as she was about to slip a finger inside her pussy, Vera heard a cough and her eyes flew open.

Standing there, watching her over the little door was Kate.

Vera was just speechless and she quickly tried to cover herself up. She knew that Kate couldn’t possibly know the exact thoughts in her mind but Vera feared her face might have given some away.

Kate kind of smiled as her eyes roamed over Vera’s body lingering on her breasts.

“Don’t be shy.” She said and stepped right into the shower with Vera.

Gently she moved Vera’s hands to her sides and watched her. No words came to Vera. She was not only stunned that she’d been caught but the woman she fantasized about was right there, naked, in front of her.

Vera let her eyes glide down over Kate as the water licked its way over their bodies.

Kate’s body was more gorgeous than Vera could have ever thought. And she was shaven clean as well! Another major turn on.

“You want to touch me?” She asked Vera.

“Go escort bursa ahead” she said and guided Vera’s hand to her pussy.

When her hand came in contact with Kate’s hot pussy soft moans filled the shower stall.

“Put your finger inside for me” Kate whimpered

Vera could not believe her ears but couldn’t stop herself from doing what was asked.

Slowly, she pushed her finger inside and found Kate’s clit. As Vera brushed her finger over that sensitive bud, sounds of pleasure escaped from them both.

This was amazing! Quickly Kate pulled away and smiled.

Vera found herself disappointed as her finger slipped out of that wet heaven. But it lasted only a second as Kate backed her up against the shower wall and her mouth took Vera’s nipple deep into it.

The pleasure was more than Vera thought it would be and she moaned so loud.

The more Kate sucked and nibbled, the louder Vera got. They could probably be heard out in the gym but she didn’t care. This felt too good to be quiet.

Suddenly Kate stopped her attention on Vera’s breasts and dropped to her knees. Before Vera could even think about it, Kate’s hands parted her thighs and her tongue was thrust up into Vera’s tingling pusy. The world shook! It was unbelievable feeling a woman’s tongue inside her. The flicking of it over her clit was so good.

She hung onto Kate’s hair while her hips grinded against her face. A flushed feeling washed over Vera as she got tongue fucked by the woman of her fantasies.

This was real. The woman on her knees before her was real. The sounds echoing all around them were real.

As was that rush of heat that came right before release was real. Vera knew she was going to cum. Her head was thrown back, her breathing hard and her body arched. She was hanging onto Kate’s hair for dear life and it was all she could do to not scream.

Kate moved her hands to Vera’s ass and pushed her face further into her throbbing bursa escort bayan pusy. She must have sensed Vera was going to cum and Vera didn’t let her down.

She exploded all over Kate’s tongue.

Her body took on a mind of it’s own and convulsed with pleasure.

Never had anything felt so good, never had anyone probed her pussy so well and so hot. There, under the pouring water, Vera came harder than she ever had in her life and Kate’s tongue just didn’t stop.

Finally, when Kate had sucked Vera’s pussy dry, she rose up and without a moment’s hesitation she pushed Vera gently to her own knees.

Vera looked up at her and waited to be guided. She wanted this woman to feel good but she wanted to be controlled in the moment.

Kate reached down with her fingers and separated her own pussy lips exposing her clit to Vera.

“Lick it,” she commanded and Vera did just that.

She leaned in and flicked her tongue right over Kate’s engorged clit, making her moan and lean up against the wall herself.

“Ahhh yes” She sighed, “Now suck on it” Kate demanded.

Once again Vera obeyed. She grabbed Kate’s thighs and buried her face deep into her pussy, sucking on her clit and sliding her fingers up inside Kate at the same time.

Kate’s hips moved furiously against Vera’s face and fingers. Pushing her fingers as deep as she could Vera fucked Kate wildly. She pushed one of her wet fingers into the wrinkled little rosebud of Kate’s ass surprising her. She wanted Kate to scream.

And she did!

Kate came fast and hard. Her hands held on Vera’s head tight and she fucked against her fingers and tongue. Vera sucked hard on her clit and felt Kate’s pussy grasp her fingers and cum all over.

Bucking and bucking Kate came for what seemed like forever. Vera knew she had done well. The body never lied.

She slipped her fingers out and stood up slowly. Kate smiled at her and they kissed passionately under that running water. Their bodies spent, their hearts pounding.

The water trailed down between them as they found their breath and their composure. Neither of them would ever look at gym class the same again. And neither regretted that!!

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Pixie Pt. 03 Ch. 01: Joining AUNTIE

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What had I done? That was the natural tenor of my thoughts on receiving the letter. After our adventures in the Crimea and Romania, Sarah and I had come back to England, refreshed and invigorated. It had been hard saying goodbye to the gorgeous Emm, but as she seemed ecstatic to be remaining with the Russian Oligarch, Ekaterina, and as we would be seeing her at Christmas, the causes for sadness were few.

A few days after my return I had had a phone call from an unlisted number, which was, in itself interesting, as my phone was set to block such things. The voice had told me to be at an address in Kew on Friday afternoon at five o’clock. As I could make that, I said yes.

I talked with my wife, Sarah about it, and she said I’d make an ideal ‘Agent 006.5,’ though it was a shame Emm was not joining me, as she could be given a ‘licence to fuck.’ My comment, as I lay in her arms after making love, was that in Emm, James Bond would have met his match. She, I added, would have a ‘licence to thrill.’

‘Yes, well, my little sex-pot, as long as you don’t think you have a licence to fuck. I’ll spank your pretty little arse if you decide to go for pussy galore!’

‘No, Miss, or do I mean yes Miss?’ I giggled.

At that, she turned me over and had her wicked way with me.

So it was that, on Monday, wearing my best little black dress, with low heels, and some tactically applied make-up, I presented myself at the address. There, for the next two hours, I was grilled lightly over a medium flame – or at least that was what it felt like.

I was asked about my background, about what had happened in the Crimea and Romania, and about my sexuality. They seemed to know more about my sexual history than I remembered, and they also asked me about Emm and Ekaterina.

On Monday morning I received a call telling me to present myself for an interview at an address near Whitehall. Cancelling an appointment with my line-manager on the plea of illness, I presented myself once more.

My panel consisted of three women. The Chair, a blonde in her late thirties wearing a rather chic Versace business suit, asked whether I had heard of the Agency of the United Nations Trafficking Intervention – Extralegal, and I had to admit I had not. This seemed to cause general satisfaction. I was, I was told, being offered a post with it. As they would like my training to begin within the week, they had taken the liberty of telling my boss that I was being seconded to a Government project, and they had provided him with a suitable replacement.

‘And what if I say no?’ I asked, quizzically.

‘Then you’d be unemployed, which, given what you received for your work from the Russian Oligarch, would cause you no problems for at least a couple of years. Moreover, not to put too fine a point on it, your wife is not exactly a pauper, even on BBC Radio 3 rates.’

‘But,’ I protested, ‘I haven’t even seen a job description, let alone the salary.’

‘The latter you will find satisfactory, the former you will be making up as you go along. No doubt Human Resources can be fobbed off with some bureaucracy-speak. Oh, and by the way, you ought to meet your fellow agent.’

She pressed a buzzer.

The door opened, and in walked the last person in the world I had expected to see – Emm!

‘Hi, Pix! Darling! SO yummy to see you. You look quite pretty in that, shame about the tits!’

That was my Emm. But what the fuck! I could not quite compute all of this. Emm, an agent? Emm here? Emm, a spy?

‘Hehe,’ Emm giggled. ‘For once, Pix, it is you who looks confused. I’m here on a shopping trip with Ivana, as far as Ekaterina is concerned, and when she sees the lingerie, well, my darling!’

‘Okay, I see,’ said I, feeling far from okay or clear.

‘Miss Lee will be working bursa escort undercover with you, Agent Pixie.’

‘Ha!’ I laughed, ‘if you only knew what Emm can do under covers!’

‘Darling Pix, that’s just why they have me on the books. Can you think of anyone better able to penetrate the high-level sex trade?’

Put like that, the answer was no.

I gave darling Emm the biggest hug, getting lost, as ever, in that capacious cleavage – which was only one of my reasons for doing it, of course.

So that sealed it. I accepted.

‘So, Emm,’ I said, looking also at the Chair of the panel, ‘you do realise what that makes us?’

‘Well, erm, agents?’ Emm looked puzzled.

‘It makes us, darling, Emm, and Pix – the women from AUNTIE!’

So it did.

What had I done?

That, as it transpired, was a question with quite an answer.

‘This spying lark is not,’ I told my wife a few weeks later, ‘all it is in the films.’

‘Why is that, darling?’ Sarah asked me.

‘We don’t have a hunky Daniel Craig type man teasing the office secretaries, and dangerous brunettes wielding stilettoes,’ I complained.

I could tell by her giggles that she was taking this as seriously as she had my decision to join AUNTIE (The Agency of the United Nations Trafficking Intervention – Extralegal). We had a good laugh about my being a ‘natural auntie,’ as a gay woman who did not want children, with a straight sister who did, as well as the hilarious references to the ‘Man from UNCLE’ and ‘Pussy Galore.’ As I told Sarah, the latter would have been fine, and the men could make themselves useful doing whatever it was they did in their sheds.

It had to be said (so I said it, at least five times, as Sarah reminded me) that the Headquarters of AUNTIE in a side-street off Victoria station was not quite redolent of the world of James Bond; of Q there was no sign. An undistinguished 1950s office block, it was obviously chosen for its cheapness and proximity to Whitehall.

‘Mind you,’ I said, ‘there was one incident you would have enjoyed.’

On her cocking an eyebrow to indicate that was extremely unlikely, I felt compelled to tell her. about our induction. To be fair to me, she did laugh at the end.

‘Right ladies,’ the rather tough-looking blonde who was running our induction, had said, as we approached the mid-point of the afternoon, ‘I wonder if there are any questions?’

As a newly-recruited agent, I kept quiet, letting the lickspittles curry favour with virtue-signalling questions. I looked at Emm, she looked back at me.

‘I’m confused, Pix, I thought we were spies going undercover to find sex trafficking victims, what’s GDPR and why should I care?”

I tried to explain to my glamorous blonde friend, who was officially in the UK on holiday from her Russian Oligarch Mistress, that the General Data Protection Regulation was a European Union requirement on all organisations which held data.

‘But Pix, I thought we’d left the EU, so why are they boring me with that?’

Short of explaining Brexit to Emm, a task way beyond me, I just giggled. But Mrs. Tough Blonde had picked up a disturbance in the Force.

‘Miss Lee, isn’t it, why don’t you share your thoughts with the rest of us,’ she said in a voice dripping with sarcasm. This was quite lost on Emm, who had two registers of behaviour, normal and horny. Smiling sweetly, she protested:

‘No Miss, I don’t think you’d want that.’

Those of us who knew Emm would have left it there. Her eyes were twinkling in a way they only usually did when she was about to lick ass. Tough Blonde clearly thought Emm a sweet, rather dim blonde, who was trying to get out of being told off, which was plain stupid to anyone who knew Emm; she adored being told off, preferably bursa escort bayan with a paddle on her ass.

‘Oh, but Miss Lee, I do.’ She smiled a great, false, politician’s grin.

Nothing fazed, Emm responded:

‘Okay, I was just wondering whether, if I sucked your cunt for long enough, the expression on your face would change, or whether you’d had your smile muscles surgically removed as part of the procedure which stuffed that poker up your arse.’

The room burst in giggles, interspersed with laughter. Tough Blonde resembled my idea of a Warder in a Women’s Prison and not the sort who’d strip you down in order to fuck you. It was rather fun to watch her face.

‘See,’ said Emm, as her face went red and her jaw dropped, ‘you can change from a scowl. But I’m still wondering about your pussy.’

‘Miss Lee, you are extremely impertinent.’

‘Yes Miss, and you are fucking ugly, the difference is that I can change my mood, and only a plastic surgeon could help you.’

Emm was the sweetest and kindest of friends, and those attributes, along with her 36c chest, blonde hair, long legs, and tight ass led some idiots to mistake her for a Bimbo, so she had developed a good line in insults to deal with those who tried to put her down. You could whip her tits, cane her ass until it bled, tie her down and string her up, and she’d love it all; but don’t try to put her down. As Tough Blonde discovered, that was a really bad idea.

Sarah giggled.

‘But Pixie is Emm really working for AUNTIE. Does her Mistress not know?’

I explained that Ivana, the right-hand woman of the Russian Oligarch who owned Emm, Ekaterina, was on AUNTIE’s books, and therefore provided cover for Emm’s absence, with a story about her needing to see her family. Ekaterina was extremely fond of Emm, and always happy to indulge her; after all, her pussy had never been so well looked after.

‘Well,’ said Sarah, ‘I still think Emm is the most unlikely James Bondette imaginable.’

‘But darling,’ I protested, ‘that’s precisely the point of her. Who’d imagine she was a secret agent? Jane Bondage, on the other hand, that would be Emm to a tee.’

That was only a semi-humorous comment. Sex-trafficking was a major business growth area in Europe, prompted in part by great waves of migration. Where there were women to be transported, there would always be men to ensure they were taken to brothels. Our job was to use Ekaterina’s links to organised crime to help find and destroy some of the networks engaged in the trade.

There was, as my darling Sarah pointed out, an irony in Emm, (who wanted to be a branded slave and had achieved that ambition) helping stop modern slavery, but as she said to anyone silly enough to make the point, she had chosen that path, the women we were helping had not.

Tough Blonde had learned the hard way not to mess with Emm, which, unless Emm wanted to be messed with (which she often did), was not a good idea.

‘Miss Lee, I will report you to HR.’ She said.

‘Fine, if you have someone else who has my links to the sex trade, feel free to do so. Maybe your ugly mug will appeal to pervs who want women who look like butch boxers, but I doubt it. You’ll find my interrogation technique second to none!’

Tough Blonde was not, it seems, wise enough to quit while she was behind.

‘I tell you what Miss Lee, we have advanced interrogation next, and if you can make me give up the secret, we shall say no more about this. If you can’t, I report you, deal?’

‘Hehe,’ Emm said, ‘deal!’

‘Well are you going to tell me what happened Pixie,’ Sarah demanded when I stopped.

‘Only if you use the feeldoe on me tonight,’ I teased.

‘Is that supposed to be a disincentive, my gorgeous bursa merkez escort one?’

‘No, a bribe,’ I giggled.

Now my fate for the evening was sealed, I was happy to tell Sarah, knowing it would prepare her for what was to come.

‘Well, Emm did, as requested, and Tough Blonde was allocated to her. The way it works is that we have an hour to make someone talk. The victim is wired to a machine which measures their reaction to what the interrogator described. Tough Blonde said that was too mild and volunteered to sign the waiver to allow actual interrogation techniques to be used. That meant Emm only got half an hour. Tough Blonde clearly thought she had won an advantage.’

The only people who ever signed the waivers were pain sluts, who found it a useful (and free) way of getting their fix. Tough Blonde clearly fitted that category. One of the Trainers said I should prepare to say goodbye to Emm. I said she had not seen the Emm technique. She looked skeptical.

Tough Blonde agreed to be bound to a St Andrew’s Cross. She looked, almost longingly I thought, to the whips and crops on the side table. But to her surprise, and that of everyone except myself, Emm ignored them. Instead, she picked up the scissors, usually used to release the captive.

Tough Blonde smiled, ‘giving up already, Lee?’

Emm then, proceeded to cut her skirt off and sliced through her tights and panties, leaving her lower half naked. She was the possessor of a fine bush. Emm pulled it, hard, yanking out some hairs. Tough Blonde moaned.

Emm knelt in front of her.

‘Hey, bitch, is there a bunch of Aussies in that bush?’

Swiftly, Emm cut at the hair, using the cut-throat razor and some foam to shave Tough Blonde, who began to gasp. Emm then began to lick her exposed cunt.

‘Hey, ugly bitch, you are wetter than the Amazon down there, here, what’s up, this turning you on? You fucking slut, I’ve already shaved your pubes, maybe next I will shave your head and fit you with a dildo mask to fuck me. Do you like what you see, bitch?’

I think everyone liked it, as Emm discarded her dress and stood in her black latex bra, latex panties and stockings with a suspender-belt. As Emm jutted her ass out as she began to eat Tough Blonde, the temperature in the room rose. Emm’s ass was something to behold, especially with her bending in tight latex panties. Her thick lips and the contours of her sex were visible to all.

Emm licked up from the Blonde’s perineum to her clit, using the breadth of her tongue, and her fingers, to part the lips. Grabbing the whip, she proceeded to use it to plug Tough Blonde’s cunt, ramming it up unceremoniously.

‘Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,’ the Blonde moaned, as Emm dilated her cunt by several inches.

Carefully collecting her cunt cream, Emm applied it to her asshole, and then repeated the trick with the whip with a smaller one. Rhythmically ramming both whips in and out of both the Blonde’s holes, Emm called her a slut, and proceeded to suck her clit. Several times it looked as though she was on the verge of an orgasm, but then Emm pinched her clit, stood up and placed her wet finger under the Blonde’s nose.

‘That’s your fucking cunt goo, bitch. Do you want to come for Mistress Emm?’

Tough Blonde was tough no longer. Emm ripped her blouse off, revealing that her small tits had erect nipples. Emm slapped them. ‘Well, Blondie?’

‘Yes, yes, yes please Mistress Emm.’

‘What will you do to earn your cummie, slut?’

‘Anything, Mistress,’ she gasped.

‘Anything, slut? Think carefully.’

‘Yes, please, anything.’

‘Tell me the name of the Agent then.’

Without any hesitation (well Emm was slapping her clit) the Blonde gave the name.

Emm rubbed her clit, thrusting both whips in.

Tough Blonde came and came.

And that, I told Sarah, was how Emm passed the training course, with a merit badge for interrogation.

‘Fuck, Pixie, I want you, bed, now!’

It might, after all, be possible to combine work and pleasure, I thought, as Sarah carried me upstairs.

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This is a longer story than I usually write and it’s my first true period piece. Let me know what you think about the length and the quality of the tale. Enjoy!

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 years or older when in sexual situations.

Chapter One

I was fortunate to be born with a silver spoon in my mouth. It was the year of our Lord seventeen hundred and twenty-one. My father was the Duke of Rutland and was the master of a 1500 acre estate in Leeds. My mother was famous in her own right, having been recognized for her landscape paintings, which appeared in the finest salons in Europe. We lived in a fifty-seven room residence. There were five of us in residence served by a staff of twenty.

I was the second of three children, with an older brother and a younger sister. I was the fair one, with fine blonde hair, blue eyes and the face of an innocent child. My fondest childhood memories were of me and my sister giggling and hiding under the covers when my father would come to bid us a good night and stealing steaming hot baked goods from the kitchen and eating them quietly in the pantry. I often spent time walking the grounds with one of our Irish Setters and sailing on our small lake. Each of the children had their own tutor. Mine was from France. Chantal taught math and science and was fluent in French, Spanish, Italian and English. Chantal also taught my sister French.

At an early age I was betrothed to a member of the English gentry, a William Watkins of Manchester. I had met William on two occasions but had not seen him in a number of years. He went off to the recently established Royal Naval Academy and was commissioned as a Lieutenant in the Royal Navy. He was posted to the sixth class frigate HMS Garland, and ultimately stationed in the Cayman Islands. I knew that this territory had been ceded to England in 1670. I gathered Lt. Watkins was now part of the English colonization efforts.

In my teens, I passed most of my time reading, learning to play the piano and harpsichord, speaking and writing in French and Spanish and perfecting my needle point. I had almost no contact with eligible young men, both because I was already promised to Mr. Watkins, but also because my parents had a healthy distrust for adolescent boys and young men. My father would just laugh and dismiss me with a wave of his hand when I asked if young men could visit me. He was a bellicose man, overweight and balding, ruling his fiefdom with a firm hand. He had little tolerance for incompetence or indecisiveness. He expected all of his exhortations to be followed to the letter. He viewed all women, including me, as mere frivolities, to be admired and pampered, but not to be intellectually challenged. I did have a great deal of intellectual curiosity but kept it hidden for the most part lest I be chastised by my father.

The biggest social activities were the balls given by the wealthier families in our area. We hosted our share as well. My most memorable ball was one last year when I had just turned eighteen. I spent the better part of the day getting ready, with my sister Alicia taking at least an hour to comb my hair and help me dress. We had to summon the maid to help with the corset. I had just started wearing a corset and the constrictiveness of that device of torture was literally breathtaking. But it did accentuate my already comely figure and I came to understand that our society’s view of beauty required considerable pain. I looked at the mirror to admire my outfit. A stylish hat from Paris with a broad floppy rim. A ball gown that had a pannier so it expanded out just so. The gown itself was a cream colored silk. Its bodice revealed the tops of my now well-developed snow white breasts, no doubt providing a hint to the treasures beneath.

It was a giddy affair for me. An English country estate with a tree lined driveway. A queue of fine horses and carriages as far as the eye could see. Proper English gentlemen and ladies dressed in their finery, accompanied by coachmen and footmen. We presented our cards and were announced by a master at arms when entering the ballroom. The ballroom itself was magnificent. Most of the wall panels were covered with intricate paintings depicting the English countryside and the ceiling was covered with ornate hand hammered copper tiles. The room was festooned with large chandeliers and decorative sconces. There were already at least a hundred guests already in attendance. There was a quintet playing an assortment of folk songs and waltzes, all of which were dance worthy. There was a swirl of activity in the ballroom as the dancers revolved the dance floor as if choreographed by a higher power.

I knew little of the real world and of men, so I was escort bayan easy prey for the legion of eligible young men that attended that ball. Many approached me but I managed to turn away all of them, except one. One was particularly persistent and I finally agreed to dance with him. It was a waltz. The man, a handsome officer in the Royal Navy, was a skilled dancer and led me around the dance floor with a practiced precision. As his hand caressed my back my heart skipped a beat, and when he looked into my eyes I saw nothing but dark pools of desire. He was the most handsome man I had ever met.

He introduced himself as Commander Neville Osbourne and kissed my hand. His lips lingered on my hand as goosebumps rose on my arms.

“Let’s go out on the veranda to get some fresh air,” he suggested.

I was in no position to refuse him. I took his hand and he led out onto the veranda and then into the formal English garden bounded by tall boxwoods. It was a moonless night and a chill was in the air. He helped me put my shawl on my shoulders and stayed close to me. He put his arms behind me and drew me close.

“You are so beautiful. How come I haven’t seen you before?”

“I just turned eighteen. My mother wouldn’t permit me to go to a ball before my eighteenth birthday.”

“Ahh, then it’s my good fortune that I saw you first.”

“You should know I’ve already been promised to another.”

“That’s a pity. I know that I could come to love you.”

“I’m flattered sir.”

Without warning he kissed me on the lips. It was my first kiss. He held me tight and as our lips were pressed together. I instinctively parted them, allowing him to find my tongue with his. I sensed this was to be a passionate kiss, but I didn’t feel any sense of arousal, just pleasant warmth. We broke the kiss and he took his leave.

“Your intended is a lucky man. Don’t tell him that I stole a kiss from you.”

My parents had never discussed sex with me so at that time I knew nothing but what I had heard from my girlfriends and my brother and sister. I knew it was supposed to be pleasurable and that of course it was necessary for procreation. I gathered that my first kiss was an erotic experience to be filed away and savored.

I talked the next day to Chantal. She was spending most of her time with my sister since I turned eighteen, but still worked with me on my French with her. During our daily lesson I shared with her that I had had my first kiss the previous evening. After regaling her with the grandeur of the ball and the handsomeness of my male suitor I confessed that the kiss was a bit disappointing, probably because I had never kissed anyone or been told what to do.

“Don’t despair Elizabeth. Kissing men is simple and you’re a quick learner.”

“But there’s no one to teach me,” I despaired.

There was an awkward pause. Then Chantal blurted, “I can teach you.”

I laughed. “You’re a girl. Girls don’t kiss girls.” Everyone knew that. I’d been taught since I could first read that it was a mortal sin for a person to lay with the same sex.

Chantal retreated, “Of course, of course. You’re right.”

The remainder of the lesson went forward without any further discussion of my personal issues. Chantal was polite, if not a bit timid, when we parted.

It was Friday, and we traditionally had our dinner around 3 p.m. We had the usual roast beef and Yorkshire pudding, accompanied with a fine French Bordeaux wine. After the dinner my father went to enjoy a cigar in his study and I went back to my needlepointing. For some reason I couldn’t get out of my head Chantal’s bold proposition. I wondered, “Why is it wrong for a person to lay with the same sex?” I couldn’t remember if there was ever an explanation. It didn’t seem wrong. I knew my father would be in a good mood having satiated his appetite with fine food and wine. I’d ask him. I went to his study and knocked and entered.

“Elizabeth my lass. To what do I owe this great honor?”

“I wanted to ask you something.” He looked at me, expecting me to continue.

“It’s about men and women.”

My father’s face reddened. “Perhaps you should be discussing this with your mother.”

I had a small smile on my face when I realized he was embarrassed. “No father, it’s not like that. I know it’s a mortal sin for a person to lay with the same sex. I wanted to know why it’s wrong.”

My father furrowed his brow and put his hand under his chin. “Elizabeth. Why are you the child that always asks me questions for which I do not know the answer?”

“I don’t know father, I guess I always wonder why. So do you know?”

He shook his head. “Elizabeth, it’s God’s law. That’s all you need to know.”

I left his study with a pit in my stomach. I could think of nothing but Chantal’s now enticing offer. I started to think about Chantal. Her finely sculpted lips, her lithe body, her wispy strawberry blonde hair, all started to dance through my mind. My father’s proclamation görükle escort did nothing to assuage my emerging feelings. If anything, those feelings were bubbling to the surface.

The next day when my French lesson was coming to an end I had to find out what Chantal had in mind.

“Will you teach me how to kiss?”

“I’ve changed my mind. I’m sorry,” she said apologetically.

“But … but.”

“You were right. It’s a sin. I shouldn’t have even suggested it.”

I had to find out about my feelings for her. I said with sincerity, “I want you to kiss me.”

It felt as if time had stopped. Chantal stared at me, processing what I had said to her. She studied my face. I did the same with hers. Such beautiful aquamarine eyes framed by her strawberry blonde hair. Those pouty lips and her cute upturned nose. She tilted her head and brought her face close to mine. My heart started racing as she took her hands and put them on my cheeks and then leaned forward until our lips were pressed together. I followed her lead in parting my lips and swirling my tongue against hers. I basked in the warmth of the kiss and the heartfelt affection between the two of us. I didn’t know that this kind of passion existed. That pit in my stomach was replaced by a white hot heat that went down through my private parts.

Suddenly, while panting, Chantal pulled back. “Is that the kind of kiss that you received last night?”

Breathless, I replied, “No, this one was much better. Can you show me again?”

We kissed again, this time with the pretense of a lesson dropped. Her hands dropped lower, gripping and kneading my arse. A fire was burning between my legs, the likes of which I had never experienced.

This time I broke the tight clench. “I … I …I think we should continue our study session tomorrow, don’t you?”

Chantal nodded vigorously, packed her books, and hurried out of my bedroom. I remained on the bed confused. Why did Chantal’s kiss arouse me in ways I had never imagined? Why didn’t the man’s kiss arouse me like that? And why was it a sin to kiss her? It was beautiful. Why would God want us not to do it if it was beautiful? Too many questions were swirling around in my head.

The next day when it came time for the French lesson we dispensed with the spoken portion of the lesson and went for the nonverbal. We kissed and re-ignited the previous day’s passion. We were both breathless when Chantal slipped her small delicate hand inside my bodice, tracing around my erect nipple with her finger. The crest of pleasure took me by surprise, as did Chantal’s boldness.

“Ohhh, my sweet,” I murmured. No one had ever pleasured me as she had.

“Easy my love,” Chantal said with a reassuring tone. “There’s more pleasure to be had.” She pulled my bodice lower and wrapped her moist lips around my swollen nipple. As she swirled her tongue around my nipple my heart fluttered and my breath was taken away.

This was so good. Was this why it is forbidden? Was too much pleasure a sin? I pushed Chantal away. “I’m not sure this is right. Maybe we should stop. We’ve been practicing as if you were a boy, haven’t we? So it’s not wrong?”

Chantal looked crestfallen. I became convinced we needed to stop. The mood was broken. She went home and I went to bed confused again. That night as I lay in bed I thought about Chantal’s kiss and her caressing of my breast and her tongue making love to my nipple. My hand wandered down to my nether regions where I discovered my sex was covered in dew. I couldn’t stop myself from touching myself as I felt a warm glow and a rush of pleasure and I saw Chantal’s face within my closed eyes. I lay breathless and fell asleep with my hand between my legs.

I missed my next few French lessons as Chantal claimed an illness. During that hiatus my father informed me of good news. I was to board the fifth rank frigate HMS Milford within the week, to sail to the Cayman Islands, there to wed Lt. Watkins. Even though it was good news, it didn’t feel that way to me. I loved our house. I loved living in England. I didn’t want to leave my family and friends for some barbaric place in the New World, to be married to a virtual stranger. And being with a man stirred no emotion within me.

Chapter Two

It was a harrowing experience packing for the trip. Knowing that I wouldn’t be returning for years, if ever, I had to go through years of accumulated belongings and keepsakes and chests and closets full of clothing and shoes. I was leaving the life I knew behind and it pained me to leave behind many of my prized possessions. I gave many of them to my sister Alicia and some to our house staff. My bedroom was the only place I had slept for my first eighteen years and I was not being wrested from my protective cocoon.

We packed up our carriage and I set off for London with my mother and sister. It was a three day ride. We stayed at a roadhouse the first and second nights. Then bursa elit escort a hotel in London the third night. It was my first time in London and I marveled at the number of people and horses in the streets and the large buildings one right after the other. We were able to see Parliament and the Tower of London. On the morning of the fourth day we set off for the docks and to the HMS Milford.

I had never visited a busy commercial dock and was treated to sights, sounds and smells that no young woman should experience. All manner of crude language was spoken. The men were generally unkempt and many reeked of alcohol or worse yet, vomit. There were almost no women on the docks and those that claimed to be women were so used that their sex was virtually unrecognizable. There were numerous men also strewn about like litter, sleeping off the previous night’s ration of rum or some other hideous libation. I could see an occasional rat scurrying among the piles of garbage.

There, above the fray of the great unwashed, was a gleaming frigate. Its sails were already partially unfurled as the men on it were scrambling to make the necessary preparations to cast off. It was my first time on a ship and I was overwhelmed by the sheer size of it. I would find out that it was 135 feet long and was outfitted with thirty-two guns and boasted a crew of eighty. This would be a great adventure, but I still had grave reservations about leaving everything that I knew for the unknown. But being English, with an ingrained sense of duty and honor, I kissed my mother and sister goodbye and obediently boarded the frigate with twelve trunks of clothes and belongings and did not look back.

I had chosen to wear a fashionable dress with a large pannier that was modestly cut above, but did show a small amount of cleavage. I topped it off with a hat with a large feather. I thought I looked rather smart.

I was greeted at the end of the gangplank by no other than Commander Neville Osbourne, the same gentleman that stole a kiss from me at the last ball. The irony was not lost on him.

“You look ravishing Milady.”

“Thank you sir.”

“So, I’m being asked to transport someone who could have been my future wife to her betrothed in the Cayman Islands, is that right?” he asked me in a sarcastic tone.

“That is right sir. And I trust on your honor you will faithfully discharge your duty?”

Commander Osbourne took off his long pointed hat, bent over in an exaggerated bow with his hat held in front of him and said, “Of course Milady, I would gladly die defending your honor for your future husband.” I sensed that he meant it.

There was another man watching my discourse with Commander Osbourne. He stepped forward. Commander Osbourne introduced him as his First Mate Timothy Pembroke. Mr. Pembroke was a dashing young man whose gaze upon me lingered for much longer than was comfortable to me. Commander Osbourne and Mr. Pembroke escorted me to my quarters below, which were close to Commander Osbourne’s. On the walk there I couldn’t help but notice all eyes were on me. I glanced right and left at the men that were leering at me.

My gaze was not unnoticed by Commander Osbourne. “Don’t worry Milady, the men aren’t used to having beautiful women on deck but they do know they are not to speak to you or touch you without permission.”

“Thank you kind sir. I’m not accustomed to being around so many strange men.”

Over the course of the next few days I tried to make myself useful. I loved to help out in the kitchen when I was growing up, so much of the time on board was spent in the kitchen helping prepare the crew’s dinner. In the beginning the kitchen staff was reticent to give me anything to do, but in time (and my persistence) the crew learned that I was fine with getting my hands dirty and that I was a good worker. It was hot and dirty work, so my dresses became filthy and I would typically be covered head to toe in grit at the end of the day. Commander Osbourne did not ask me to work, but was clearly pleased that I decided to make myself useful. Most of the kitchen crew was men, but there were two women that helped with the cooking and cleaning. Both were much older than me and their faces were furrowed with deep lines that told of many years at sea. Both were missing most of their teeth.

I was homesick from the beginning of the voyage, and as the monotony of the days and nights on a rolling ocean wore on me my homesickness got worse. I still thought of Chantal and her enchanting kisses and her one furtive attempt to seduce me, though even the memory of her face was fading.

We were more than halfway through our voyage when the seas became rough. I spent a good part of the day with my head hanging over the railing. I wanted to die. I felt sick all of the time and couldn’t keep down any food or water. I lost at least ten pounds and was looking more like a waif than a lady. As we entered calm seas my sickness abated but I still hadn’t regained my original weight.

Commander Osbourne was true to his word. He never made an untoward remark about me or to me, and always treated me as an honored invited guest. The same went for the crew. For that I was grateful. And as the days wore on the crew became more familiar and less intimidating.

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Of Women and Men

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Rain was falling as Lise slipped quietly into the grounds of the monastery where her mistress Margarete awaited her. She was cold, wet, exhausted and saddle sore, but she was grateful for the rain. It would increase her chances of remaining unseen.

Three days remained until the marriage of Margarete to the Lord Colin MacLean, and the bridal procession was one days travel from his estates.

Exhausted though she was, Lise couldn’t help feeling pleased with herself over the success of her enterprise. Drawing on the resourcefulness and resilience of her youth as an itinerant performer and sometime lady of the evening, she had maneuvered herself into the bed of her mistress’s betrothed. By doing so, she had acquired not merely silver and some genuine pleasure. She had also gained information that might be of great value to her young mistress.

Leaving her horse in the snug stable, she crept silently into Margarete’s bed chamber. As a servant, her movements were of little interest to anyone, but if anyone had seen her, being the Lady’s favored attendant, it would be natural for her to be in Margarete’s room.

Being anxious for Lise’s return, Margarete was sleeping fitfully, and sat up as Lise entered.

“It is I my Lady,” Lise said softly.

Margarete leapt up, fumbling to light a candle.

“Are you well? Did you see him? Did you…?” Her hurried questions broke off as she approached Lise and perceived the water dripping off of the older woman’s cloak. “You are sopping wet, and you shiver so!”

“It’s certainly no night for travel,” Lise said, removing her outer garments and laying them aside, “Unless of course your errand is secret,” she added. “Be at ease my Lady. I was not discovered, and I was able to find out much that might help you.”

Margarete’s forthcoming marriage had been arranged by her father. He hoped to draw on Lord MacLean’s wealth to settle some urgent debts. Her family’s finances had recently taken an even more alarming turn, and requests for aid would be coming from France more quickly than anyone had anticipated.

Margarete knew this, but Lord Colin did not. So, Lise had ventured ahead to slide herself into Lord Colin’s bed, and discover how Margarete should go about enchanting him. Convent raised, she was frightened by her ignorance of such matters, not only on her own account, but because her failure to please her husband might lead to penury for her family.

“And you?” Margarete asked with compunction, “You are well?”

“Well enough.” Lise answered wearily. “Tired, cold, hungry, sore in more than a few places, but I’ve known worse.”

Margarete was impatient to hear Lise’s account of her adventure, but Lise was much more than a servant to her, so she asked no more questions as she poured watered wine into a cup.

“There are remnants of my supper here, eat,” she commanded gently.

Lise did so, watching the younger woman’s anxious face with amusement. When she had finished, Margarete drew her to her feet.

“Come,” she said, “You’ll not warm up in those wet clothes.”

Together, they removed Lise’s damp clothing and, in the growing dawn light coming in the window, Margarete was shocked to see bruises on various parts of Lise’s active body.

Till now, Margarete’s solicitude had been simply good manners forcing down her own impatience. Now, she cried out in dismay.

“How did you come by these?” She asked in alarm.

Lise examined the various souvenirs of her adventure.

“These,” she said, touching raw skin on her inner thigh, “Are the price paid by one no longer accustomed to long riding: and these,” she grazed bruises on breast and buttock, “are expressions of enthusiasm.”

Margarete’s face was utterly blank for a moment, then lit with understanding and shock.

Lise saw this and laughed. “Do not be concerned,” she said, washing at the basin of cold water. “I felt them little at the time, and they will heal.” She was too tired and chilled to try and explain the mysteries of men’s passion to her virgin lady, so she finished her washing and slid naked into Margarete’s bed.

“I’m chilled through!” she exclaimed.

Margarete stood utterly still trying to digest Lise’s off-hand explanation. At these last words, she shook off her paralysis of shock and got hurriedly into bed also.

“Oh Lise!” she gasped, pulling the other woman’s shivering body against her warm one, “You are bruised, chilled, warn out! You risked all this for me! You rode alone, you put yourself into the power of strange men for my sake!”

Until she had seen the bruises on Lise’s familiar body, Margarete had not fully appreciated what her servant/companion had done for her. She was bursa escort bayan young, and preoccupied with her own anxieties. Now, she was awed and taken out of herself by what the other woman had done.

“Oh Lise!” she said rubbing the woman’s body to warm her, “Who else would have risked so much for me? No mere servant would have done this.”

She began to kiss Lise with the ardor of anxiety and gratitude. Lise lay still, no longer shivering, feeling the unaccustomed sensation of Margarete soothing her. When they were together like this, it was always Lise leading the younger woman. Lise accepted this as natural. Margarete was inexperienced and of noble birth, neither of which description fit Lise. Now, Lise was weary, and glad to be passive.

Margarete cradled Lise in her arms, kissing first her face and hair, then her lips. Their mouths pressed together, gently pulling but barely moving. The intensity of the kiss stirred Lise and she raised her arms to embrace and caress Margarete but the younger woman pressed her back.

“Always it is you taking care of me,” she said. “You tend me as any servant would, but you care for me as no one else. You have risked yourself to allay my fears, and even now you would give pleasure to me as you are accustomed to do. I owe you so much more than a servant’s wages, and before I hear your tale, I wish to begin to repay you.”

Their lips were close together. Margarete’s voice was low and intimate, and her long golden hair hung like a soft curtain around them.

She began kissing Lise again, first on her lips, then in slow, lingering progress down to her throat and breast.

Lise lay still, her weariness combining with the nearness of Margarete’s lithesome body pressed against hers to create a feeling of sensuous languor. Frolicking in Lord Colin’s bed chamber had been pleasurable, but it had not been a time for heedlessness. Now, her languor increased as the younger woman’s kisses covered her breasts, and lingered gently on the bruises left by urgent male hands.

Margarete’s kisses were slow, but her breathing quickened in response to a rising intensity. She ran her hands over Lise’s belly, her hips, her strong legs.

“You have a graceful woman’s body,” she said, marveling, “Yet you are strong too, and brave like a man.”

“Not like a man,” Lise smiled, reaching up to touch Margarete’s flushed cheek. “You too are brave and strong my little flower, you just haven’t discovered it yet.”

Margarete rose up and straddled the other woman so that their bodies pressed full length against one another. Their lips clung more hungrily as their hips began to rotate, grinding together. Margarete slid a hand between them and began pressing her palm against Lise’s vulva and moving it in slow circles, as Lise had so often done to her.

Lise began to moan and move her hips in more powerful circles. Maintaining the rhythm, Margarete sat back on her heals. She felt a new and unaccustomed sense of power rising in her. She had often witnessed Lise’s arousal, but she had never taken an active role in provoking it.

Now, her passion was combined with gratitude and something deeper. She wanted to please the other woman fully, to give to her, to take care of her, bring her to the ecstatic state to which Lise had so often lead Margarete.

Lise laid still, the tension and weariness draining from her like water. The fingers of Margarete’s hand began pressing gently on her clitoris. She reached up and took Margarete’s breasts in her hands, brushing fingertips across the small, hard nipples, lightly squeezing the rounded flesh, running her hands down the narrow waist to caress the delicate skin of her inner thighs.

“I have not yet tended to all your bruises,” Margarete said, and swung one leg over so that she could move further down the bed.

She found the marks on Lise’s bottom, and kissed them slowly, with a gentle sucking. Then, she found the roughened skin from Lise’s long hours in the saddle. With the tip of her tongue, Margarete bathed the flesh of Lise’s inner thigh with delicate caresses.

She began moving upward, licking towards the centre of Lise’s pleasure. Margarete had never done this before, and Lise lay reveling in her own surprise and pleasure.

Margarete nuzzled against the hair covered mound, feeling the heat and moisture emanating from it. She ran an experimental tongue in the tiny furrow of flesh visible, and felt the other woman’s body shudder as Lise gasped.

Margarete felt a surge of wonder and excitement. She repeated the action, and Lise spread her legs wider apart, exposing more moist skin, opening before Margarete like a lily to the sun.

Is this why she calls me “little bursa bayan escort flower”?” she wondered giddily.

Now, she was eager to explore the exciting new notion that she could cause Lise to gasp and writhe as she herself had so often been made to do.

Trying to recall how it felt, she placed her lips so that all the exposed flesh was engulfed, pulling petals in gently, then sucking lightly, releasing, sucking again. She held her lips so for a time, then began to move her tongue against Lise’s skin.

“Lise cried out softly, and Margarete drank in the sound with amazement and delight.

“Yes!” Lise gasped, “Like that!”

Margarete sighed with happiness as she put her arms around and under the other woman, pulling her hips tighter against her mouth, maintaining the rhythmic sucking, flicking her tongue slowly, excited by Lise’s rapid breathing and startled throaty cries.

Margarete could feel Lise building toward the ecstatic moment, and she tried hard to maintain and slightly quicken the movements of her mouth. Her jaws and tongue were becoming uncomfortably tired, but she wanted desperately not to lose the moment. Her own arousal was growing and, partly to express it, and partly to distract herself from the fatigue, she began to moan, echoing Lise.

Finally, Lise put her hands on Margarete’s head and began grabbing handfuls of her long, fair hair. She was afraid that, in her inexperience, the younger woman might stop at just the wrong time so she gasped out “Now! Now!”

Margarete moaned in genuine delight, pulling just a little harder with her lips, finding a last reservoir of stamina in Lise’s cries.

Lise felt pleasure rushing out from her middle to flood her whole body with an overflowing liquid light. All of existence had shrunk to their warm women’s flesh, and Margarete’s sweet mouth giving her a precious gift.

When her body had ceased shuddering, Margarete’s lips relaxed, and she covered Lise’s mound with light affectionate kisses. Lise reached down and pulled the younger woman to lie close to her.

Lise could feel Margarete’s arousal in the heat that emanated from her skin, her shallow breath, and the way her body wriggled, taught and eager. Now was as good a time as any, and perhaps better than most, Lise reflected.

“Since you have been so generous my little flower,” she said, “I will tell you now of my adventure. You asked about my slight bruises, I will show you how they were acquired. Rise up onto your knees, yes, now lean forward onto your elbows.”

Margarete obeyed silently, feeling apprehension mingling with a strange rising excitement.

“This is the favorite position of your soon-to-be husband. Time and again I saw him repeat it with several women, and with me.” Lise’s lips twitched in a smile that Margarete failed to notice.

“For several such moments, I was being held thus.” She moved behind Margarete’s proffered bottom and placed strong hands on the soft flesh. She dug her fingers in briefly to show how her own flesh had been marked.

For one disorienting moment, Lise felt what she supposed it must feel like to be a man, the desire to plunge rigid but sensitive flesh into the delicate waiting virgin hole before her.

“Then what?” Came Margarete’s timid question, breaking into her reverie.

“Then? Then his organ entered here.” She slid a fingertip into the tight opening. Careful not to push hard, she began moving the fingertip in and out, simulating intercourse.

“This posture is very… very compelling for a woman; for a man too I think. I doubt that he will command it of you your first time, though he might. Bring your shoulders right down to rest on the bed.”

Margarete did so, pushing her sex more prominently upwards, spreading the tender lips wider apart.

“That is a sign to a man that you have surrendered utterly to him, and perhaps that you feel pleasure also. Men welcome surrender, but pleasure they seldom expect. You can bind him to you more easily if you show your enjoyment, even if it be more acting than truth.”

Lise could see moisture on the exposed lips and caressed them with her fingertip.

“You found pleasure so?” Margarete asked faintly.

“Yes, but I am a woman of experience, and I understand that rough treatment,” she pinched Margarete again lightly, “Is not mere brutality as it may seem to you. I cannot explain it to you, but I think you will understand. If he chooses this way for your first time, it will be painful but I promise you it will not always be so. Lie on your back little flower.”

Margarete turned and lay flat. Lise straddled her, on knee on either side of the younger woman’s hips.

“This bursa merkez escort is how I acquired these.” Lise guided Margarete’s fingers to the discolored skin on her own breasts. Lise was finding this instruction more enthralling than she’d anticipated.

She let Margarete’s hands drop to her sides and raised herself slightly.

“While a man is inside you thus,” and she began grinding her pelvis against Margarete’s, mimicking the actions of penetration, “He will often clutch you like this.” Her hands moved to the young breasts, pinching with unaccustomed force.

Margarete’s eyes widened but she said nothing and did not move. Lise’s fingers hurt, but they also seemed to be pulling something up from deep inside her, some powerful tide, like catching one’s self in a strong and dangerous current.

Lise continued her movements longer than demonstration required. Margarete’s dilated pupils and utter acceptance of Lise’s rough treatment were irresistibly exciting.

“During sex,” Lise said huskily, “Men may become transformed. If you speak they may not hear, and if they bruise you in their enthusiasm they may not know it.”

“And does this happen to women also?” Margarete asked unexpectedly, looking into Lise’s eyes.

Lise smiled. “Indeed it can,” she answered, “If you are lucky.”

She bent and kissed Margarete deeply, forcing her tongue between the girl’s parted lips. She took one of Margarete’s hands and placed it between their vulvas, then, continuing to push her tongue into the mouth of the woman beneath her, she rocked her pelvis backward and forward, feeling Margarete’s fingers move under her, urging her toward another climax. She pressed her weight down on top of Margarete, grinding her clitoris powerfully against the other woman’s until the paroxysms overtook her, then passed.

She lay beside the younger woman who still had not moved. She caressed her soft breast.

“You feel unfinished don’t you?” She asked kindly. “Like your desires have not been satisfied?” She laid a quick finger over Margarete’s lips to silence her.

“This is a sensation to which you may need to become accustomed. Men, including husbands, are always in a hurry, they reach fulfillment far quicker than we, and they seldom take the trouble to ensure that we also are fulfilled. Perhaps with husbands it is different. As a Lady of Convenience, I have mostly had to find my own pleasure. But I am not a man, and would not leave you unsatisfied.”

She put her hand between Margarete’s thighs.

“Spread your legs as wide apart as you can.” She instructed, enjoying Margarete’s dazed compliance, imagining seeing her in a man’s fierce embrace.

Her fingers began to dance over Margarete’s tender, exposed wetness, knowing, from long experience how to bring release. When it came, Margarete let out a series of high, breathy cries which Lise found as beautiful as music, or bird song. The two women lay in one another’s arms and Lise talked on.

“He knows you are young and convent educated. He expects that you will be pious, subdued, cold, remote and tiresome. I think you will disarm him best by decorum in public, and spiritedness in private. Of course he will not expect a whore’s tricks from you, and you must be careful, for you are far more awakened than he expects you to be.

Remember that a man is always flattered and soothed if the size and potency of his organ are complimented. Remember also that too much modesty in the bed chamber is disliked. Do not flaunt yourself, but try to show your body as if by accident. You may allow your gown to slip so that he almost sees your breast, or, if you should chance to drop something on the floor, it would be appealing to him to bend such that your pretty bottom becomes visible to him. Such seeming guilelessness will win his devotion I’m sure. Be lively and inventive, but not course. Anyway, you are so beautiful that he will surely be powerless to resist you.”

Smiling, she kissed the tip of Margarete’s nose.

“He will doubtless be hurried and graceless at first, but you must just be patient. I think it will be well, and I will be with you in the morning if it is not.”

They heard a growing noise and bustle outside the door, servants preparing for their last day of travel, wondering why their mistress tarried so long.

Lise sat up with a groan.

“This is one day I wish I could sleep through. Do not look so distraught. We will have much time to talk while we travel: and oh, you must remember to pretend a fondness for his disreputable dog! The brute follows him everywhere and his fawned over like a child.”

Lise was not partial to animals, but Margarete routinely struck up friendships and alliances with domesticated animals, and thought that this at least would be easy.

As she rose and was prepared for travel, she tried to digest all she had heard and felt. As they left her chamber, though her thoughts were troubled, her face was composed and serene. Seeing this, Lise smiled to herself with approval.

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Not My Type

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Note: This story takes place between two girls who are seniors in high school and have fully reached eighteen years of age.

*

Pfft. Prom night. I leaned against the wall of the gym, one high-heel on the cinderblocks and my head resting against the corner of the wall. Give me a lunch table full of conversing students, and I could fit right in no problem, but dancing, seduction, and running out to the parking lot to sneak a smoke wasn’t my scene.

I looked cute, too. Strapless dark blue satin dress with paler blue lace over it, my waist-long light brown hair cascading down my back, and makeup that I managed to apply myself flawlessly for the first time ever. But I couldn’t bring myself to smile. A few guys had asked me to dance, and I almost complied, but I was not in the mood for leading them on. Guys weren’t exactly my scene either, but few people knew that.

I must’ve zoned out watching the couples sway back and forth “dancing,” because I didn’t notice her come stand beside me. She was definitely not the type of girl I’d go for, not that I knew if she went for that sort of thing. She had shiny jet black hair that was twisted into a million different braids and spirals and secured with red ribbons. Her face was almost ghostly white, and the massive amounts of black eyeliner reached almost to her ears. Fishnets covered her scrawny pale legs, but stopped before the hem of her black lace dress that was more lingerie than prom material. She gave me the once-over and turned her attention back to the dance floor. I was about to walk away until she grabbed my wrist and spoke.

“Word on the street says you swing both ways,” she annunciated perfectly, her surprisingly bright blue eyes darting into mine through the abyss of her makeup.

“Not so much,” I managed to get out, so surprised that she would know I liked girls and that she maybe possibly hopefully felt the same way.

“Oh, I’m sorry…” she mumbled quietly.

Her hand flew from the wall in an attempt to push herself away from my direction faster, but I grabbed her wrist, forcing her to trap me into the corner of the gym with her wrists on either side of my head.

“I meant that I don’t like men,” I plaintively said.

I felt her smile as her lips pressed onto mine and thigh slid between my legs. I wormed my tongue between her teeth and gyrated slowly on her knee. The motion was instinctive; normally, I’d never be so aggressive.

“Let’s dance!” she said quickly, seeing the teachers chaperoning the dance exchanging odd looks and motioning in our direction, clearly debating who to send to break us up.

“Ummm…” was all I could get out before her hand wrapped around my wrist and pulled me to the center of the gym. The song was one of those horrible pseudo-R&B hits done by a white girl from Beverly Hills. A drum machine, syrupy bursa sınırsız escort voice repeating words like “baby” and moaning more than singing, a solo from a vaguely credible rapper–you get the idea. But, damn, that girl could dance.

I felt too astonished and sexy to be horribly embarrassed as I usually was on the dance floor. She danced around me with her back pressed against my front, she brought both feet off the floor to straddle my hips and still keep in time with the music, she spun me around and stopped me short to plant small kisses on my lips; this girl was amazing.

At the end of the song, she pulled me back to my corner, and we downed the can of Sprite in two gulps, exhausted.

“So, um, that was so much fun, but I really can’t stand one more minute of these other people. I’m gonna go back home, I think.” I said.

“Oh, uh, okay. I’ll see you later?” She sounded like she was trying to cover up disappointment.

“Yeah, sure.” I didn’t think this rebel gothic chick would ever speak to me again, and it showed in my voice.

I reached the double doors of the gym before something possessed me, and I turned around to shout back, “Hey, do you wanna come?”

“Yes!” she half squealed, grabbing my wrist again and pulling us quickly towards the parking lot.

We got into my tiny Toyota without a word, but when I put the turned keys in the ignition and nothing happened, we both exploded in expletives.

“So, um, what do you wanna do?” I asked her after a few more attempts at starting the car. “This piece of shit does this to me all the time. I can call my brother for a ride, I guess, but he won’t want to take you.”

“Let’s just take my car. Come on.”

…

Five minutes later we were lying in the back of her flat-bed pickup truck pulled onto the shoulder on an apparently deserted back road. I used my arms to pull myself onto the ledge to make way for the multiple fleece blankets she was using to cover the aluminum. When they were spread satisfactorily, she walked slowly over to me and sat her crotch on my knees. She placed her hands on mine, which were supporting me entirely, and bent her head forward to kiss me again. She succeeded for a short time, but soon my clumsiness came into play and we fell off the side of the truck, landing in the ditch. Thankfully it was mostly soft early summer mud and not rocks. Because she landed on top, her dress was unaffected, but mine was covered in the brown mucky stuff. She pulled me to my feet and wrapped her arms around me in what seemed like an embrace, but soon her hands found the zipper to my dress and she hissed into my ear, “Well, we’ll just have to be getting you out of that, won’t we?”

She spun me around and began biting my neck. Not nipping, mind you, but biting–sharp, wet teeth sinking into my bursa üniversiteli escort pale, curved neck, her breath dancing my increasingly moist skin, her lips kissing the marks she left. Her hands slowly began to un-do the dress’s zipper and her bites spread from my neck to the skin being steadily exposed on my back and became massaging kisses as they got lower.

I’ve never been very vocal, and I’m certainly not one for fetishes, but oh dear god it was the hottest sensation I’d ever felt. I collected my self, mostly, and climbed into the bed of the pickup truck clad only in pantyhose and my heels (my dress was much too form-fitting for normal underclothes, and I’d kind of hoped something like this would happen.) She followed me, staring the whole time looking sexy as all hell.

“Take of your hose,” she half-growled. Quickly, I obliged, not realizing what exactly she was aiming for. I began to walk towards her, but she harshly told me to stop. Confusion grasped me for a moment, but then all was clear.

“Play with your tits.” Embarrassed, I sort of squeezed my left breast half-heartedly, but I gained enthusiasm and actually managed to turn myself on while watching her enjoy the show.

“Stick your finger in your cunt.” I spread my legs, slowly inserted a finger, and began thrusting in and out of myself, moaning and closing my eyes. This went on for several minutes, and suddenly I felt her hot breath on the back of my neck again. Her arms wrapped around my waist and her hands moved mine instead. I felt her breasts squish against my shoulder blades, I felt the soft curve of her stomach at the small of my back, and I felt the curls surrounding her sex against my bare butt cheeks. Waves of pleasure washed over my and my head rolled behind me, against her shoulder. She kissed my lips, my cheeks, my chin, my neck, finally bending her neck to reach my swollen tits. She traced her tongue around the outside of both breasts and slowly spiraled closer and closer to the center. My hands fell out of my pussy as the distractions became too much, and she eased me down to lie on the blankets. Three of her finger replaced my single one, stretching me comfortably. Her long, blood-red thumb nail toyed with my clit, and I began to gasp raggedly. Her full, luscious lips finally reached my nipples and she began to suck, squeeze, pinch, tickle, lick, and bite them, all with her mouth. I closed my eyes and felt a rush of heat towards my sex. Arching my back, I let a silent scream into the night as I reached climax. She stopped what she was doing, but kept her fingers inside me, enjoying the feeling of my tunnel of flesh convulsing on her skin.

I let out a small sound as I came off my high, and saw her licking and sucking my juices off her fingers. Suddenly I wondered bursa anal yapan escort what she tasted like. I rolled on my side to face her; she was lying on her back. I began by kissing her hairline near her temple and slowly moved down towards her ears. I gnawed slightly on the outside, and then breathed a moist, exaggerated breath into her ear. I was pleased to see I could make her tremble like she did to me. I kept moving, sucking on her earlobe, and biting the rounded curve of bone on her mandible. One long lick accompanied by warm breath and soft sound vibration on her neck caused her to close her eyes, tilt her head back, and moan.

Suddenly, I stopped, just to tease her. It took her a few moments to notice my absence, but when she did, those full, pink lips of hers latched onto mine again, and our tongues were dancing in each others mouth. I could taste myself on her teeth; we smelled of sex, sweat, mud, and hairspray. My hands cupped her breasts, and her mouth opened further into mine. I started kneading them with increasing intensity; although she was skinny, her breasts were full, and the nipples large and dark. I could feel them harden underneath my palms, and I began pulling and twisting them, occasionally scraping them with my nails or lightly teasing them with my fingertips to make her shudder.

She broke the kiss, “Please…more,” she said. My hand danced down her stomach and brushed over the soft curls. Unlike me, she didn’t shave her pussy. I started gently tugging and the hairs, and heat radiated from her core. I slid my mouth down and blew cool air, careful not to stimulate her clit. Going oh so slowly, I parted her folds and slid two fingers up and down, hitting her clit only for a moment and only sort of entering her opening. I kissed above the curls, then scraped my teeth against them until I approached her clit. Tentatively, I poked it with my bottom lip and gaining confidence from her reaction began to erratically flick my tongue over it, all the while keeping the motion with my finger up. She thrust her pelvis up, trapping my fingers with her opening. Without protest, I began finger-fucking her, driving my hand up as far as I could every time at an astonishing pace, and circling her tunnel in a spiral motion. Her juices were running down my forearms as sweat coated her body. A heavy gasp escaped from her lips when I began to suck ravenously on her clit once more. Just as soon as I was beginning to think I couldn’t keep the intensity up much longer, she erupted in orgasm. I could feel her muscles contracting and releasing my fingers and I started to lessen my thrusts.

When she was through, I pulled out, but made sure I hit her sensitive, swollen, throbbing clit with my fingers as I did so. She moaned again, and I gave her a small kiss on the lips, letting my tongue lazily enter her mouth. She licked her cum off my arm, hand, and fingers. We were both exhausted and fully satisfied from the intense sex. Soon, we fell asleep somewhat entwined in the bed of the truck, neither of us giving a thought to what are parents would think when they learned we’d spent the whole night out.

Prom night didn’t turn out to be such a bust after all.

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Demi-God in Heat

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**All characters are fictional unless otherwise noted.**

Over the last two years I’d gone through multiple fallouts as the startup tech companies I where I worked started and rapidly bombed. Far from defeated, I kept up my skills and swallowed my pride- and I had finally found a fit as a service agent with a company outside of San Francisco. Promotion in the bag- and with the whole of the Bay to enliven me I was starting to develop a certain taste for finer things.

At nearly six feet, and biking everywhere- I had slimmed down to 185 pounds of lean, muscular legs and ass. I kept locks down to my waist maintained in bunches of twists all neatly corralled under a snap-back cap, usually. My brown eyes melted even the most decidedly straight women into pools of lust.

Within another four months, changes within the company brought me to the Senior manager level with a small team of agents I was responsible for developing. The work world did have its perks. When I met Demetria it was nothing short of that kind of jolt you get the first time you score a basket. A few weeks of her stationing, and we had built a very healthy working rapport.

Her skin tone was somewhere between peanut butter and brown sugar. She had wide-set, almond shape brown eyes, and lashes that extended much farther than I thought possible. Simply ‘bad’, was the way I would describe her. To me at that time, it didn’t matter whether she was into women, as long as she’d be into me.

She was smart, her ideas were solid and my whole team had improved. I was really impressed and said so frequently. I made every effort to do nice things for her, that wouldn’t be so obvious.

One Monday morning in May, my entire team had all hit our best numbers of the year. It had been somewhat unexpected, so there was lots of buzz and congratulations throughout my meetings that day. Her hard work had put us there.

Tuesday

I made desserts and brought them to the office the next day. In the break room, everyone gathered to taste them, some joking about not knowing I could cook. Demetria passed by just as the commotion frequency was at its peak. From the hall, she locked eyes with me leaning near the fridge, as I gulped water from a glass. As folks passed the tray of treats across the small round tables. Demetria stepped into the room.

“What do we have here?” Her assistant, Tia, offered the extra treat from her small party plate.

“Monroe made them herself,” someone laughed stuffing another treat into their joyful mouth.

I’d worn a simple grey suit that day, tailored and slim- with a white shirt that had been unbuttoned at the top since I’d entered the office that day. She eyed my chest and shoulders.

I watched her eye the dessert before picking it up delicately between two fingers and, “Oh I really shouldn’t.”

Even as she denied me, her parting lips spoke another language. Needless to say, I had also fantasized about this woman. Holding her lower back, and rocking my piece into her as she rode me- me being on top of her in intercourse, kissing her roughly while she’d urge me in deeper. She took a tiny bite and her eyes rolled back. She turned to face me, still chewing, and reached for a napkin.

“Wow, a strawberry cheesecake tart! Well done Monroe,” she said through the hand covering her mouth.

Her serious demeanor was super attractive. The statement came out low and pleasured, and just sounded so dirty in my head. “Yeah, I just bake. YouTube chef here,” I laughed along.

That afternoon I gathered up my team and suggested we all go out to celebrate. My close friend and roommate Bee was an insider, a party promoter – really I didn’t know what they did, but I asked them to put us on the list for whatever event was happening that week.

I didn’t even have to pass Demetria the message myself. I heard later from another manager that she was on board.

So that is how it happened. There was going to be a great time dancing and celebrating with one of the newest start-up companies in the Bay Area. Who could resist?

Wednesday

Around lunch, myself and my assistant, Demetria and her assistant and a counterpart from another division all had a closed-door meeting with the senior head deputy for strategy. As Demetria led the meeting, I couldn’t help but take in her long legs, disappearing up the bottom of a patterned pencil skirt.

The senior official and Demitria were both such attractive women, and I had a lot of trouble focusing. Ms. Tamara White was a huge fan of praising and promoting the young black talent in the company. The deputy would have me in knots and soaking wet on the occasions I’d interacted with her. That was before …

“Demetria this work had been remarkable,” Ms. White spoke with her whole body, letting the entire room of colleagues and my team, know just who was in charge.

I took her lead. “Ms. Graham. . . really has been an asset. . . knows what she is doing. . . even motivates. . . .”

I just rained the compliments down; bursa escort keeping my hands folded in my lap, to display ease and confidence, and praying my chest to slow down. Demetria’s slim brown hands were adorned in gold and wooden bracelets, they rested in her own lap-as both of us faced the executives across from us.

I watched her from the corner of my eye, as we all looked over the reports. She turned in my direction to look at the report in my hands, and I wondered if she could feel the tug of my desire under the table. I wanted to fill her. I wanted to bury my face in between her legs and breasts. . . .

Thursday

It turned out we’d be invited to a rooftop warehouse club which was premiering a new dance party. The temperatures were climbing. Top it all off with planning in advance, and we’d all had a few days to prepare.

I was at the office early that day and so were many others. After our morning team meeting, I stood in Demetria’s office doorway, “Congratulations Ms.Graham. It has been so wonderful working together.”

My co-worker and our assistants embraced in the hallway just outside the office.

She came into the hall, beaming at the younger women, and said to me, “These outcomes are unlike anything I’ve ever seen. You and your team are doing a wonderful job.”

I wondered how I had gotten so lucky, to be at work and surrounded by vibrant women such as these. I was also praying the universe would forgive me not being able to keep it in the pants this once.

I reached out for a more celebratory embrace, “Thank you! I will see you later tonight.”

She went to join our younger colleagues and her hand drifted from my arm to stomach as she lowered away from our one-armed hug. Then, in a tight circle heading the opposite direction with a young lady under each arm, she looked back over their shoulders at me and winked.

I arrived at the warehouse just before 8 o’clock. Demetria and Tia were already seated together in a reserved section. Someone suggested we all get to the rooftop dance floor as the crowd picked up, and finally, they’d all had enough drinks that the music was taking its effect. I was nearly hurting myself trying to play it cool. I decided to limit my alcohol intake since I had to be sharp enough to keep this up all night.

After a few hours, some of the early birds including her assistant went home. Demetria and I met next to each other on the dance floor. She was going right past me and I had to turn completely around to catch her attention. She smiled this time dazzling me. A look that to me said, ‘finally’. I silently groaned. Gently grabbing her hand I pulled her as close as we could move in the middle of the crowd. She spun her pelvis around to the beat so that I was behind her as she pressed her fat, round ass into me and swirled her hips.

I let her up and released the close-hold, just as she was grinding it out on my bulge. She sauntered off and I spun to find a tall stunner of a woman wearing blonde curls and a short jean skirt standing way too close. I put my hands on the woman’s waist, sighed into the distraction. She was all legs, ass, and wig bent over twerking, and I caught myself thinking about the thick brown thighs hiding up under Demetria’s skirt as she walked away.

At the rhythm change, I dashed off to the bathroom, ghosting the blonde. When I had dried my hands and exited the single stall, Demetria was standing at the sink in the restroom, reapplying the dark-colored lipstick I was hoping to god I would come home with on my shirt that night.

It wasn’t ideal at all. But, “Demetria, hello again.”

‘Damn! Stupid!’ I thought to myself but shook it off quickly. I took a good minute to take in her every angle. “I was actually looking for you, I was enjoying our dancing.”

The single stalls were empty, and amazingly, no one else was waiting in the dim back hallway.

She hadn’t looked at me, but she was saying something about her assistant and another of our co-workers. “I know what you mean. I’m glad we got to work so closely, though.”

Dawg. This was it. I stroked the back of her thighs from behind. She steaded with both hands on the sink in surprise and looked at my reflection right in the eye.

“Would you like to go home with me tonight?” I whispered low in her ear. A 10-star proposal, from the young single demi-god.

“No, not really,” she said flat out, and the only reason I knew a ‘but’ was coming was the way she leaned back against me with her eyes closed.

“But you’re welcome to bring this back to my place.” She reached behind her to cup my dick and turned to face me slowly.

Silently I choked down cheers and part moaned, “Damn, really?”

Part of me felt like I should kiss her and take her right there on the sink. But then it all processed, we were going to her place. I followed up with, “Cool, can I get you a drink then?”

She bit her lip and rubbed the cock lightly as she grinned into my glazed and suddenly-heavy eyes. Shit. bursa escort bayan

“Rum and Coke, please, with a cherry.” I went quickly to the bar my legs bounding with tension. I found my way to my bartender and ordered a shot before I closed up the tab.

“Thank you, sweetie,” Demetria came up to us, taking the drink from me and pushed her waist back on my dick some more. I wrapped my arm around her and we took off in an Uber to her place.

It was like an intense dream. I watched her neck curve into shoulder, collarbone, then full breasts that glowed with sweat and makeup glitter as we chatted about details of the party. The architecture of the city spun around us. One by one I spread my fingers along her back. And I stayed quiet as she moved her hands to my knee and then thigh, and then-

“We’re here.” She wasn’t the least bit intoxicated. And I didn’t think I was. But I swayed to stand and then to get my feet to the sidewalk. Damn my low tolerance.

“Monroe, did you have too much to drink?” She began to tease, softly grabbing my ass and walking toward the door with her hand there.

I sigh deeply but chuckle with her. She was just trying to get under my skin. She was talking about the home and her roommate as we walked up what felt like 3,000 stairs, then a 50-foot long hallway with huge ceilings, leading into her place.

“There’s an office and another sunroom, and backyard. We wanted to make lots of space to relax.

“Speaking of, . . . I really have to get out of this skirt. I’ll be right back.”

The place was gorgeously decorated, with eastern and modern odds and ends in bright welcoming colors. And it was immaculate. Bee and I had a cleaning service come every few weeks, and compared to this we were still well in the bachelor zone.

When she made her way back she’d taken her heels off, and half her makeup. A silky kimono now covered her shoulders and forearms. I could see tattoos on her upper back and shoulder through the sheer pattern. She was a woman of so many tastes. Tonight I just wanted to know what made her tick.

“This place is lavish. And I love the vibe,” I said, getting comfortable on the plush seating.

“You ever host?” I asked as the tension built, deliberately leaving out what kind of gathering I was thinking.

“I have friends over a couple of times a week.” She shifted on the couch.

Her hands reached to finger a few of the locs hanging near my chest. I was silent as I watched her twirling them in circles.

“And what about you? Do you keep strapped up?

Or did you just think I was easy and about to come over and be your little freak for the night?”

I know I looked surprised, but it was the way she slipped her hand between us to rub on the toy I was packing, not the blunt question.

I closed my eyes as she massaged me. “Mm, I really like that, and I like the way you play in my hair.”

Brain fog was clearing, and my assuredness taking over. She had stopped trying to hide the arousal in her eyes.

I was dying to feel her softness. I tugged her braids away to kiss gently at the curve of her neck and shoulder. Finally, I placed my hands on her head and pulled her towards me.

When her full soft lips opened against mine, I nearly moaned her name right then. My hand moved closer to the place where her thighs and the opening of the robe all met.

When she pulled away I lingered in frustration.

Then she got up, grabbing both of my hands, the robe opening up more. I could feel those sweet lips chasing my heart rate down one side of my neck and I forced my breath to evenly exhale as my body responded.

“Let’s go to my room,” she said into my ear and sending shivers through me.

She let me enter her bedroom first. My shoes and jumper came off quickly. I was incredibly aroused, and I stood, locking eyes with her, as I undid the buttons on my pants.

Suddenly she was in front of me, helping the undershirt over my head and tugging like she wanted to destroy that last piece of clothing. The thin kimono dropped from her shoulder and pooled on top of my clothes.

Her arms wrapped around my neck passionately and she was slipping her tongue into my mouth again. As her pussy pushed up against my stomach, I could feel her real desire for me. She was soaked through the silky shorts she wore.

“How long have you been thinking about doing this to me?” She teased the dick more, slipping her hand inside my grey silk boxers this time.

“The entire time.” There was no bra impeding on our night, so I rubbed and lavished her breasts with my mouth. “Every meeting, every fucking day.”

When her eyes caught mine she got this kind of focus I had seen her with before. My clit jumped seeing this new application.

“You got me so wet,” she moaned, her legs falling open as I kneeled in front of the bed.

I reached lower, dipping my fingers down to her entry and teasing her. As I felt her breathing speed, I started up a rhythm, rubbing escort bursa the length of outer the lips and slowly along the entire shaft of her clit.

“Demitria, oh god,” she locked eyes with me and the fire in them melted my last bit of nerves. “You fine as fuck.”

“Baby, show me,” she moaned, very clearly in need of this release.

I brought my head towards her lower half as she asked. My tongue never left her skin, just slipped over her lips and though the folds.

I was in heaven. She tasted better than I could have imagined. Her entire pussy was throbbing and wet while I ate her. She clenched my head tight.

“Oh, god!” She was very loud. “Yes-ss! Ro, yes!”

The gasping pleasure her in voice gave way. I would be hearing her moans in my head for days after.

“Mmm! Yess! Ro! Fuck me.”

Ohhh, that was a huge turn on. I gripped her bottom and held it to my face.

I pressed my tongue as deep inside her as I could. It drove me further into her pleasure delivery every time she grazed my neck and shoulders. I couldn’t see her face anymore and that was a shame, but her shouts were picking up and I kept going.

“Ohhhgod! Ohh, oh god. Ro!” She trembled. I slowed the pressure, milking every second, “Unnhh!”

I went from rubbing her with juices from my lips and chin, to slipping my tongue up and down her velvety clit. I could feel her swelling in my mouth. Her hips rolled and she dug her fingers into my hair, fucking my face.

“Fuuuuck, Ro!” I wanted to tell her how beautiful it was to hear her calling my name. If I could have, I would have had her down my throat.

I pressed a second finger into her leaking pussy, feeling her walls gently throbbing and stretching. “Fuck,” I whispered as I slipped in the third.

There was pressure from my lower abs through my legs from kneeling, but mostly from the desire, I was feeling for her. She started to ride my fingers with some forcefulness as I faced her on my side.

She moaned in time with every jolt into her soaked pussy.

“Ro, ohhh Ro!”

“I like that. When you say my name, baby.”

“Yeaah, Ro! Aahhh!”

Her eyelashes kissed, and her brows wrinkled as she accepted the pleasure I’d been dreaming up for her. I took in the micro changes in her gorgeous fucking face, near orgasm, I thought.

She continued to moan my name, “Ro, Ro! The way you feel i-issss soo-oo GOOD!” swirling her hips in circles, barely getting the words out.

With one hand she teased herself, gently squeezing her breast, the other hand grasping at the comforter. Then, “Aaaaahhhhhhhhh!”, as she arched her way over the edge.

We were covered in sweat, and the whole room smelled of linen and our heat. My fingers are covered in her thick cum, and she gasps when they exit her. The delirious look on her face made me ask, “You happy?”

Leaning in for a kiss with a whispery, “Hell yeah,” she looked over my body and my face plastered with her juices, “But I’m not done.”

She had me lay in the center of the bed and pulled down my briefs with both hands.

“That’s pretty,” she said.

She lowered her lips onto the dark purple tip, it was just thicker than the fingers I’d warmed her up with. She grabbed the base, stroking the shaft and sucking me into her jaws.

I began to squeeze my breasts, “Aaawww, Baby . . .” and groaned breathlessly, “Get the clit too.”

She caught my eye, slowing down the show as I asked for it. Stroking the dick head with one hand, next she lowered her tongue enough to lick up my entire pussy.

“Aaawww,” I groaned in pure bliss as she teased.

Even though my hips started to jerk backward, her grip on the shaft steered me to her. “Fuuuuck yeesss, D,”

She was going the fuck off, and I encouraged it. “Ohhhhh. Baby suck it up for me. Yeeesssss!”

I moaned for more and she paced, making me cream all over her face when I hit my first orgasm. It all felt right when I was under her talented trance. Sex with Demetria was a whole experience, there was no part of me that went untouched and by the time I had come twice, she was primed for more.

“That was okay?”, She kept sweetly massaging the dark, glittery shaft and kissed me on the lips. I was already trembling and I shut my eyes involuntarily as the friction kept me tense.

“That was everything girl,” I took a few deep breaths trying to regain composure.

Neither of us was ready for it to end. With her free hand, she caressed my splayed legs and gazing over my strong body said, “I want you inside me, Ro.”

“I want to feel you, D,” I said at the same time.

I reached down into my pants pockets for the few condoms I’d brought along. Demetria unwrapped one and slipped it on. I didn’t have time to think about how in sync we were. I began to talk her up.

“You look so hot sucking me off,” I took over, stroking with one hand and my juices, “Damn! You are amazing!” I drawled.

I caught her eye as she moved to hover over me, pussy sitting just at the tip. I kept stroking myself and watched her breasts and shoulders flex when she tossed those long braids off to one side. We scrambled to kiss each other at the same time.

“You eager to ride baby?”, she was in my lap now. “I got you”

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