14 comments/ 59898 views/ 21 favorites True Nature By: DarkerAngels The following story is fiction; it is designed to be read by adults who enjoy lesbian erotica, with elements of domination, submission and servitude. If you are not an adult, and do not enjoy that type of writing; please read no further. The story is the sole property of the author. * Dedicated to the 'Stars Above Me' * * * * * Chapter 1 She knew she needed something more in her life. That was the thought that she woke up to every morning, that's what she thought about as she rode the bus to work and what kept her awake at night, alone in her bed. She was never taught to strive for things beyond what she had, complacency was a virtue in her upbringing, repression and control were guideposts of her younger life. This was a woman that was universally seen by the outside world, as a diamond in the rough. Her natural beauty was hidden under a sea of beige and neutral. Her hair was restricted by buns and pins, her form disguised under shapeless unnatural fabrics. A famous sculptor was once asked how he made such beautiful art out of stone. He replied; "I just look at the stone, and take away everything that isn't beautiful". Little did the woman know, that her beauty would soon be revealed by exactly that same manner. At twenty five years of age she was entering her sexual zenith. Her body was like a rocket stalled on a launch pad. The smallest of life's pleasures threaten to awaken her sleeping sensuality. Showerheads became magical instruments of pleasure; a warm breeze under her skirt would make her flush with excitement. Over the years, men had made advances on her and she had succumbed to some early sexual relationships, all which left her cold and unfulfilled. She knew from an early age that her desires were not being satisfied; in fact they were considered immoral and were thrust from her mind for as long as she could bear. But she never stopped looking at women however; no in fact the beauty of another woman is something she was drawn to from as early as she could remember. She had been captivated by the women on the covers of Redbook, and by the daring women who wore sleeveless dresses to church in summertime. And so it continued for most of her life, she would sit in her cubicle at her dead end job, awash in anonymity, burdened by the knowledge that there was something more out there, and frustrated by her body's unquenched thirst. Each day was a single step closer towards an inexorable conclusion; her life wasn't going to change unless she found the bravery to take a chance, she needed to look for some sliver of hope that she could hold onto... anything to help turn into the butterfly she longed to be. It was just then she heard the "Ping" from her computer's email, and an icon of an envelope indicating a new message delivered. It was a message that would deliver her the salvation she so desperately needed. To All Employees: Please join our ownership and management team in welcoming Bernadette Adams as the new Vice President of International Sales and Marketing. Bernadette, comes to us with a sterling resume and an extensive background in International Exports. She will be the youngest person to hold this position for our company, as her resume justified. For the past 10 years she has been stationed abroad, combing the globe for the Commodities Exchange Market, and we have been lucky enough to entice her to join our growing firm. A new management hierarchy is attached, there have been several changes in direct reports, so please be sure to review for changes that may effect you. Bernadette will be joining us tomorrow, so lets all be on our toes, and I am sure you will all make her feel most welcome. Regards, Andrew Milton President Mr. Milton didn't normally send out company emails, such an announcement would usually come from someone in HR, she thought. Ms. Adams must be someone he is very proud to of hired. She certainly sounded mysterious and successful and any break from monotony was most welcome. She wasn't sure why, but the woman felt a chill creep up her spine as she opened the Excel file of office changes. She scanned the report and suddenly felt of a mix of emotions seeing her name directly under Ms. Adams, Executive Assistant? She ran her finger down the screen one more time to make sure she had read it right, but there she was in big bold letters; Mindy Swanson -- Executive Assistant to Vice President of International Sales and Marketing. As she stared at the screen a Human Resource officer came to her cubical and began to explain to her the new position, it would come with a pay hike, she would be moved to the 10th floor and have her own desk outside Ms. Adams office. Mindy took time to take in all the information, change scared her, it always had, but she reminded herself that change is exactly what she wanted and needed. She took deep breaths as the woman told her about her new responsibilities and dress code, even though she bit her lower lip out of a nervous habit, she couldn't help but smile. Chapter 2 The bus ride home that evening seemed to take half the normal time. Mindy stared at the scenery rushing by and hardly noticing the gradual decline from clean-lined urban office buildings to non descriptive industrial parks to the closely spaced single family homes where she lived. As she made the half mile walk home to her bungalow, Mindy began to piece together an image of Ms. Adams. She was certainly going to be successful, which meant her clothes were going to be tailored and expensive. She has been living "abroad", what ever that meant, so her tastes for fashion might be a little more eclectic then she was used to. The email said she was young, but that could really mean anything. All the vice presidents at her company were middle aged men, with paunchy bellies, receding hairlines, and were mostly in their late fifties or early sixties. So young could mean 48 or 50? None of this really mattered to Mindy; she just liked to know what she was in for. Predictability was what Mindy was used to, and it helped her to picture the mysterious Ms. Adams. Mindy arose from a fitful sleep a full hour and a half early. She wanted to make sure she had everything just perfect for her new boss. As she stood in the shower, she ran through her clothing options for today in her mind. She was going to have to buy some new clothes soon, the secretaries on the tenth floor were always dressed much nicer than the rest of the office, and she hated to feel out of place. Mindy had to shake all these negative thoughts out of her head. She reminded herself to try and be bold, to try and think positive. As she dried her hair she looked at her reflection in the misty mirror. She took a deep breath and wiped the mirror clean to take proper inventory of the woman that stared back at her. Her body could be best described as willowy. At 5'9" she was taller than most women she knew. Her slender frame accentuated her height. At an early age, Mindy remembered feeling gangly and awkward, now her height brought her attention, even if the eyes didn't bother to linger or take notice of the rest of her. She held her hands under her breasts and turned to look in profile. She always was proud of her breasts, the way they turned upwards, and had held their shape and firmness and of course of her nipples. Mindy had long nipples, at least they seemed long. Mindy hadn't really seen very many photos of other women's nipples, so there wasn't much to compare her self to. When she was cold, she had to walk with her arms over her chest for fear of dying of embarrassment. She ran her hands down her ribs and sides, and admired her skin tone. The first man Mindy had slept with told her that he was shocked how nice her body was, and that she had the frame of a swimmer. She liked that, and always admired her long flat tummy as a result of it. Mindy had heard of women shaving their pubic region, but never really saw the point of it. God put hair there for a reason, and she liked her full blonde muff of fur. It was pale and yellow gold, just as her hair on her head was. As she combed her long blonde hair she had a thought, and proceeded to dig under her sink for her curling iron. She found it behind the economy package of tissues. It was an old hand-me-down, and was stained from non-use. She never let her hair down, and certainly never curled it. Today, however, seemed different, today was a new beginning. She felt a surge of excitement that she was making these small changes in her life. As she worked the iron and spray through her golden locks, she liked the way it lay on her shoulders and down the center of her back. She even giggled at herself when she made a cheeky smooch into the mirror like some hussy in a movie. Mindy was starting to feel sexy. She dug through her panty drawer to find the Victoria Secret bag she had been keeping since her 20th birthday party. One of her college friends had bought her a pair of silken red thongs with an embroidered black rose in the center, with matching red bra topped with a black lace. Mindy had never found fit a reason to wear something so provocative that was until now. She had never worn a push-up bra before, and as she looked in the mirror began to wonder why. In profile her breasts looked twice their normal size, she covered her mouth with a giggle as she looked head onto her cleavage. Her B-cup breasts looked to of grown a full cup size. She had to smile as she ran her finger along the line of her bosom. As she saw her image in the mirror she could feel the gusset of her panties warm from the heat of her core, and dampen as she began to realize that she was transforming herself for her boss, a woman. She felt like a school girl going on her first date. A ridiculous thought she realized as she had never even met this mysterious Ms. Adams, much less even contemplate the idea of a real relationship with a woman. But that's exactly what she was doing. Mindy stood at the same bus stop she always did, and the same time she always had. As the door opened to the transit line bus, her normal bus driver gave her the normal greeting she always did, then suddenly stopped to take a second look. "Well, honey, don't you look nice today, I ... I hardly recognized you with" ... The woman looked at her as if she had never seen her before, trying to place exactly what is was that was different about her appearance. "Did you get a hair cut?" Mindy smiled at the woman as she swiped her transit card commenting that she just decided to wear it down today. As Mindy walked down the aisle she felt the eyes of the bus on her. Many of the faces were very familiar, people she had been seeing for the past five years every morning, but they looked different today. The women smiled as if to say, "way to go girl", and the men looked at her the way a dog looks at an unprotected hamburger on the side table of the living room. Yes, Mindy was looking different, was feeling different, and everyone was taking notice. This was a new feeling for her, and she wasn't exactly sure how to act as she felt eyes burning into her body, but she was pretty sure she liked it. Chapter 3 Mindy arrived to work at 7 am, an hour before her normal scheduled time. She intended to get situated in her new desk, and to make sure there was fresh coffee made. She wanted to be able to greet Ms. Adams when she arrived; she realized how important first impressions were. Mindy was feeling good about herself today. All the extra primping had done much to boost her confidence. She had picked out her prettiest outfit to wear. Mindy had decided to wear a pencil skirt, chocolate colored that went past her knees, it made it difficult to walk quickly in but she loved the way her legs looked in it. She wore a simple Ann Taylor white blouse, something in her this morning made her keep the third button undone, she very much liked the way it showed the effects of her new bra, highlighting her cleavage as well as the black trim. She wore a simple chain this morning, it hung just low enough to draw ones gaze to her chest, something she noticed on the bus this morning. She wore her heels as well; simple black and tall. She stood nearly 6 foot tall as she searched the name plates down the dark hall for Ms. Adam's office. All the offices were dark, except for illuminated paintings of old white men and the occasional fern. Mindy put on her reading glasses as she continued her search in the dark. As she turned the corner she saw a single office light on. It was the office next to the president's. Mindy held her breath as she walked to the door, and had to swallow hard when she read the sign. Yes, the mysterious Ms. Adams had arrived to work before her. Mindy felt her palms begin to sweat and her throat tighten. She hadn't done a thing wrong, but she already felt like she was at a disadvantage, it was a feeling Mindy would soon get used to. She took several deep breaths and tried to pick herself up, and put on her best face as she pushed open the door. "Hello, is anyone here?" Mindy's voice surprised herself and as she heard it she could hear her own nervousness. From inside the door she noticed that the secretary's desk had been removed and replaced with a large couch, she wasn't sure exactly where she would sit now, perhaps new furniture was on order, she thought. From her vantage point, she could see just inside her boss' office. There were boxes on the floor, awards lined up waiting to be shown, there were strange artifacts from far off lands, she could see a line of old paintings on the floor that had been taken down and already the walls were filled with brightly colored pieces of art. Her office had no art, not until now that is. Mindy stopped cold as she peered around the inside the office. The room was as if she stepped into a movie set. The old standard store bought desk had been replaced with a heavily carved "Partners Desk", the kind of desk that had two sides to it, with two chairs. In the past business partners who worked closely together would share. It appeared she would work very closely with Ms. Adams. Her boss had her back to her and was busy meticulously arranging a series of ivory carved sculls along the desk. They were beautiful in a macabre sort of way, and that wasn't all. On the walls there were paintings of Middle Eastern Bazaars with queens and harems. There were a series of pastel paintings of an old manor home with some sort of equestrian scene she couldn't quite make out. Her new boss had created a small world inside her office full of fantastical images of far away lands, of beautiful women but all with some thematic element that Mindy couldn't quite make out. Chapter 4 Bernadette Adams' appearance was striking; the word handsome was often used to describe her. Bernadette was forty six years old, yet she had a youthful appearance, but her face showed a lifetime of experiences, and a sort of wisdom you wanted to trust. Her body was mature, but athletic; clearly she was a woman that took care of herself. That is not to say she wasn't feminine, she was, her face was angular but not chiseled, her hair was quaffed, but not restricted. She had the look of confidence in her face; however she carried a smile that made you think she knew things you didn't. Her dark hair was an indefinable color, somewhere between auburn, black and red, no hint of ever being dyed, and it flowed over her shoulders with ease and seemed to shimmer even in dim light. Women envied the way clothes fit her, a dress or jacket never seemed to look the same on anyone else, though acquaintances always tried to mimic her fashion style. Bernadette sat in her chair in a black skirt and matching black jacket, she wore a vibrant pink blouse under it that framed the outline of her breasts. Everything was in its place, as if she had been sitting there waiting for Mindy to show up for hours. Everything about the woman was tailored and very expensive, straight out of Agnes B's in Paris. Mindy nearly peed herself at the sight of this majestic woman. "Come in, you must be Mindy, please dear take a seat". Mindy had to remind herself to close her jaw as she looked nervously around the room for a place to sit. "Right here Mindy, I have always preferred to use the old fashioned Partners Desk, I prefer the intimacy it provides two people who will be working as closely as you and I will be. That's your seat right there Mindy, please sit." Mindy smiled and looked into Bernadette Adams' eyes for the first time, and saw the feature that everyone who ever met her always remembered. Her blue eyes seemed to be electric, atomic even; they seemed to radiate a light when you looked directly into them. They weren't the pale blue "mouse eyes" that so many woman thought to be attractive, her eyes were a deep brooding blue, the blue of the Azurean Sea. Her gaze could take your breath away. Mindy fought the urge to stare and this beautiful woman that sat across from her, she didn't however do a very good job. Mindy was a tall woman, but she felt small sitting across the heavy desk, suddenly she felt like she was sitting across from her principal in primary school. "I was hoping to get here before you this morning Mssssss..." Bernadette saw the young woman struggling to find the right words, she raised her eyebrow in a look of anticipation and waited just long enough to watch the girl feel uncomfortable, and then stepped in to help. "Mindy, as you know my name is Bernadette that is what people who do business with me call me. We will be working together very closely, some of what we do will be very demanding for you, so when we are at work I'd like you to call me Ms. Adams or just Miss if you prefer. I hope you understand that Mindy, its not that I need to hear your respect, which is something I am sure you'll earn, no it just that it helps me think more clearly and it keeps me in the right frame of mind when I am working. However, out side of the office I would like you to be able to call me Bernadette eventually. Would you like that Mindy?" Mindy's was shocked by the straight forward nature of the woman's words. She made no pretense about her position of power over Mindy and she didn't shy away from her expectations of the girls role as her subordinate. "Yes, I'd like that Msssss...." Mindy corrected her tone. "I'd like that very much Miss." Bernadette let the word hang in the air for a moment, and it gave her pause to smile as she looked at Mindy's nervous expression. Over the next few hours, Bernadette Adams meticulously detailed the type of work that Mindy would be expected to perform for her. She outlined a what a daily work day would entail, including what time she expected her to rise in the mornings, the type of clothing she expected her to wear, when she should take her showers, she told her how she was not to wear perfume to the office and in fact how she preferred the natural aromas of a woman over anything else in the whole world, and anything you could buy in a mall departments store would be a pail comparison. She spoke with authority, and in the same direct manner that Mindy had noticed earlier, she never seemed to use the word "um" or even pause between thoughts. Mindy's mind was spinning as described how her entire family was in the Export business, and in fact had been doing such for generations. Her family was involved in the commerce trades between far off places, places Mindy had never even heard of before; Greek Islands, Chinese villages in Mongolia, locations along the Middle Eastern spice trade routes, African countries so small they didn't even have forms of government yet. Ms. Adams had traveled more places in her life then Mindy could ever have imagined, yet as she explained the volume of commerce that passed from place to place, how her family came from a "long line of traders", she never once mentioned what they exported. Each time Mindy would try and ask a question the firm smile of this mysterious woman begged for her patience, as if all questions would be answered in due time; Mindy had to just trust her, Mindy had to wait, Mindy had to bend to the will of a woman the likes of which she had never seen before. True Nature Mindy didn't even remember the bus ride home that day. She sat with her new laptop on top of her prettiest skirt, busily preparing the lists Ms. Adam's had requested earlier. She ran her fingers through her long blonde hair trying to remember all that was going to be expected of her in the morning. Her new boss had told her she liked her hair that way, something that thrilled the young woman to no end. She had felt the same hot stares of the bus riders on her way home that she did earlier that morning, but now she didn't care at all. She didn't care what anyone thought of her, she only cared that she pleased her new boss. Mindy's mind raced as she tried to replay all the conversations in her head, her heart was still racing, as it had all day long. As she rubbed her temples she felt the onslaught of a viscous headache coming on. "You need to relax", she told herself. Mindy closed her eyes and pushed out the thoughts of work for a moment, and just thought about the woman. As her head came to rest on the window of the bus, she pictured the woman appearance, trying to recall even the smallest detail. She could see the way her high cheeks swept down her jaw line to a perfectly sculptured chin, the simple elegance of her beautiful face. She thought of the way those blue eyes made her feel when she looked at her... stared right through her was more accurate. In her mind Mindy could see the way Ms. Adams' vibrant pink blouse clung to her breasts and when she bent down to her file cabinet she could see the inside curve of her cleavage. She thought back to Ms. Adams standing up and the sound her skirt made as it slid across her silk stockings. As the bus squeaked to its last stop, Mindy was suddenly aware that she was home. The sun had gone down and the walk home was chilly. She felt her nipples harden as the clicks of her heels quickened. Her long nipples began to ache as they brushed up against the lining of her new bra, a sensation that made her only want to think of Ms. Adams even more. She needed to get home and into the tub. Mindy stripped her clothes off quickly, barely stopping to take off her skirt and shoes; she simply let them lay where they fell. She looked at herself in the mirror in the bathroom before getting into the tub, and her reflection looked completely different than it did this morning. This was a new woman staring back at her. As she took off her bra and panties she was reminded once again that her body was clamoring for attention. Mindy was feeling sexual, not just horny; she had learned to live with that feeling. No, Mindy felt a raw sexuality about herself now. She wanted to nurture that, to embrace it, rather than run away from it as she had always done. She wanted to feel like slut sometimes. After all, she had known plenty of sluts in college; they all seemed to have fun. Why couldn't she embrace her sexuality in an open and raw sense? She knew that the sting of profane language in a sexual sense always turned her on. She decided to see just how much. She grasped her nipples and gave a low moan as she gently began to turn them back and forth. The length of the young woman's nipples grew with each passing moment, passing the length of a common pencil eraser, looking more like the nipple you'd find on an infant's bottle. She pulled them outward and then up, whimpering like a chained dog. She supported the weight of them with her firm grasp as they swung side to side. Mindy had never understood the concept of pain causing pleasure, always they had been diametrically opposed concepts, but she had to admit the discomfort she felt in her nipples now seemed to have a direct relationship to the wetness now spreading across her inner thighs. Mindy looked at her flushed face in the mirror, and licked her lips lewdly, running her tongue around the edges as if to highlight them. She looked in the mirror and felt sexy, she felt slutty, and she felt like a tramp, like a common whore as she continued shamelessly flirting with her own image. She had never behaved like this before, and she found the release quite profound. One lewd action led to another, until she was talking to the woman in the mirror as if she had never seen her before, and maybe she hadn't. "You like that don't you? Yes I bet you do... tell me you like it. That right you dirty girl, I bet you'd like you pussy rubbed too, wouldn't you?" Mindy ran her hand into her blonde muff of fur and felt the wetness of her own pubic hair; dewy drops of lubrication clung to her neat labia and dripped down her thighs. She raised one leg up onto the toilet seat to see the pinkness of her slit better, she admired the symmetry of her sex, the way her inner labia folded perfectly over the swollen folds of her outer lips like the peddles of rose. Mindy wanted to witness her sex being used by the whore she saw in the mirror. Her words and deeds climbed higher with every passing moment. "That's right, rub your little pussy for me, show me how wet you are. Yes... just like that. Uh huh...that's it, now put your finger inside you... Uggggghhh, yesssss, like that... now fuck that cunt you dirty girl... God Damn it, you are so wet.... fuck yes, like that. Come on, do it... DO IT, deeper!" The girl was out of her mind with lust. She stared at her wet fingers plunging in and out of her sex. She had never taken time to look at herself like this before, and thrilled at the sight. She inserted a second, then a third finger into her dripping hole, and on and on the base insults continued, echoing in the cramped bathroom as if watching someone else use her. As if it were the hand of another woman fucking her so deeply... so completely... Three fingers now like a piston as they crammed themselves into her throbbing flesh. "Do you want to cum slut? Do you? Is that what you need, you need to cum, like the then needy slut you are? DO YOU?" That was it... the damn had broke. A day's worth of sexual tension released or maybe it was a lifetime's. Mindy didn't even hear herself scream at first. All she could hear was the pounding of her heart and the deep throbbing inside her squelching cunt as she instantly poured the milky oil stored up over a lifetime of ignoring her sexual needs onto the tile floor of her bathroom. Mindy had orgasmed before, but not like this. With one hand nearly tearing her nipples off, and the other fucking herself with a machine like pace, the young woman's cunt gushed forth in a torrent of girl jizz, running down her legs and pooling at her feet. It came out with such force that it startled the girl, never before had her body reacted to her climax in such a violent way. Her legs felt weak, but she wasn't done cumming yet, by sheer will she continued to stand. Mindy spread her legs obscenely and arched her hips upwards toward the mirror and with a scream that could be heard two houses away; Mindy reached the apex of her crisis. She flung her hand out of the grasp of her clutching cunt and rubbed her clitoris wildly as a final stream of milky girl cum squirted from her spasming hole in a high arch, covering quickly the space between her and the wall and flooded the mirror in front of her. She watched in lustful horror as the image of her own face became obscured by the murky fluids running down the mirror. "Gaaaaaawdddddd!" The woman cried as she could barely stand, the orgasm was devastating, frightening even. This moment had been an epiphany for Mindy; it was a new beginning, and a sweet end to a life of hiding from her own pleasure. Her vile words still echoing in the hard walls of the bathroom, words she didn't even recognize, words that didn't seem her own, and maybe they weren't. Maybe that wasn't her voice, if felt as if someone else spoke for her, as if someone else were controlling the things she said and did. A new force had entered the very being of Mindy Swanson, and her name was Bernadette Adams. Chapter 5 Mindy woke from another restless night's sleep, she had spent much of the night tossing and turning, her mind never straying too far from the extraordinary events of the last 24 yours. After her shower, and new primping routine, the young woman spent a full 20 minutes staring at her bland wardrobe. She wanted to dress impressively for Ms. Adams, but she knew she couldn't match her sense of style or clothing budget. Finally she decided to put on the same bra and panties from yesterday, as they made her feel special and sexy, even though they were a bit ripe smelling from all her excitement. She finally decided on a black and pink dress she had worn to a failed Valentine's party several years ago. It fit her well and had just the right amount of sex appeal, as well as being still on the edge of business appropriate. The dress had a low sweeping neckline and cute ruffled half sleeves, and lay just above her knees. As she slipped on her stockings, she realized that she would stick out against the backdrop of the other tenth floor secretary staff, but she imagined her partner's desk she shared with her boss as her own refuge. She could stay in there all day as if in a cocoon made the two of them. The thought seemed thrilling and romantic and Mindy couldn't wait to get back to work. It was 6:45 in the morning when she arrived at work today, anxious to be able to show her boss how dedicated she was to her new position. Once again her hopes were dashed when she turned the corner toward her special refuge with the mysterious Ms. Adams. The lights were already on in the corner office and she could see the shadows of other people milling around, whispering in hushed tones. Her pace quickened as she began to wonder if there was an early morning meeting she didn't remember, it was possible she had forgotten in all the excitement of yesterday. She nervously opened the door and was greeted with the stares of a half a dozen women. Not just any women, each of them were stunning in their own rights, impeccably dressed, so beautiful in fact that Mindy thought each deserved a brass name plate next to them like some piece of art in a museum. These women had the same look of elegance and success that Ms. Adams had. Each woman looked dramatically different from the other, all seemed to have different ethnicities, different skin tones, but each had a common element. They had the appearance of powerful accomplished women, and they somehow didn't seem surprised at all to see her, almost as if they already knew her. Ms Adams was sitting at the partner's desk across from the most stunning black woman Mindy had ever seen. She was as thin and tall, at least 5 inches taller than Mindy was and she was as beautiful as any Paris model she had ever seen a picture of. Mindy had worked with and gone to school with many black women in her young life, but none of them had the dark complexion of this amazing creature. Her skin was as black as a moonless night. She seemed to shimmer, as if she had been covered in hot tar, smooth and supple. She had the kind of skin you just wanted to touch just to see if it was real. As Mindy stood in the door she noticed all but those two women had been staring at her. She had never been in a room with so many beautiful and impressive women in her life, it was almost terrifying experience. The women looked at her like a pride of lionesses would a baby gazelle that stumbled into their den. They smiled and turned to whisper to each other, yet none of them offered her a greeting, or any warmth. She thought that this must be what a lobster feels like before its plucked out of its holding bath. As she walked closer to her boss, who had not yet noticed her, she swore she heard the stunning Asian woman sitting next to her growl at her backside. "Ah Mindy, I'm glad your here, we were just finishing up a little meeting, we'll be out of the way here in just a moment." Bernadette offered Mindy no explanation for this meeting, nor did she try and introduce Mindy to any of the women who were now molesting her with their eyes. Mindy stood awkwardly and alone in the middle of the room waiting for her boss to finish up. She tried to read the writing on the stack papers on the desk, they appeared to be a contracts of sorts, but couldn't make out the language they were written in. Her boss spoke to the ebony queen in a foreign language that Mindy had never heard before. They bantered back and forth, appearing to haggle over something in the document. Occasionally both women would glance up at Mindy then back down again, changing words on the contract and initializing the changes. The black woman said something of great importance, her hands waved in large circles and then she looked at Mindy... there was pause as all the women seemed to fix their laser stares at the young girl, making her wish she had worn something much less bold to work that day. After a tense moment of silence, the room erupted in laughter, all the women apparently understanding completely what was happening. Mindy hadn't a clue, but felt as if it had something to do with her. There was a rustle of activity as the women each grabbed their folders containing contracts just as had been signed on the desk. They were sealed with a wax stamp and each of the women put their documents into their expensive brief cases. This was the conclusion of some sort of meeting that obviously had been going on for a long time. Mindy wondered what this could have to do with her company, but realized it was best not to ask just yet, remembering her boss' reassuring smile that all questions would be made clear in due time. The six women seemed to stand in a line to say goodbye to Bernadette Adams. As they approached the dark haired beauty, each would touch Bernadette with an embrace that was not at all business like, in fact more like lovers would say goodbye. They each shared a brief hushed moment with her, smiling and whispering a personal message. There was a tenderness their parting words and each ended with a solemn kiss, the sort of kiss that seemed to seal a deal. But a deal for what, Mindy wondered. Ms. Adams walked the women to the door and said goodbye in six differently languages. There were parting embraces and understanding nods, promises were reinforced with smiles and as if on cue, the all turned on a heel and left. Mindy stood in the vacuum created by the departure of this indescribable collection of women. Bernadette stood silently for a few moments as if she were soaking in sweet victory, her eyes closed slowly as if to savor an image, then slowly opened them and affixed her deep blue stare of the ever shrinking Mindy Swanson. Bernadette walked straight towards Mindy with an eyebrow raised. A moment was charged anticipation, as Ms. Adams reached out to touch the young woman. She stood in front of Mindy and lifted her hair up off her shoulders and let it slide through her fingers like silky sand, examining her neck and jaw line as if to size it. With the soft touch of her finger, Bernadette moved Mindy's head to the side. The young woman's skin seemed to melt. "Yes I do like your hair better down, but it hides your pretty neck, we will have to look into setting you up for an appointment with my stylist, she could do wonders with that pretty mop on your head". And with a wry smile, she turned away and focused her concentration on the fresh stack of papers on her desk. She knew her new assistant had many questions about this morning's events, but it wasn't time to explain everything just yet. The rest of the day went on with the business of setting up the office and getting everyone situated. Mindy was getting used to the desk arrangement, she felt awkward at first sitting so close to the woman, but soon began to treasure the intimacy of their closeness. There was absolutely no hiding anything from her boss' gaze. Everything she did was seen, every phone call was noted, and every lapse of concentration caused a quick glance from across the desk. When she needed to use the restroom, she had to make sure her boss didn't need her for anything before she went, but it felt more like she was asking permission to pee. More than once, Mindy was caught staring across the desk at Ms. Adams with dreamy eyes; it was a look that did not go unnoticed. She had the feeling she was in some sort of athletic training. They had worked straight through lunch, and the young woman's stomach had begun to rumble aloud. Bernadette set down her papers and glanced at her Petex Phillpe watch noting the advancing hour. She watched her assistant type away diligently on her latest project. She sat back in her chair, enjoying the momentary break from her work and soaked in the pristine beauty of young Mindy Swanson. She had good length of bone, a natural facial beauty, and despite her failed efforts to dress stylishly she could still see that her hidden body would be quite nice indeed to see in its raw form. She smiled to herself, knowing it wouldn't be long. Bernadette could tell that Mindy had felt her piercing stare by the way she nervously brushed her hair from her eyes while she typed and how she raised her chin in an effort to show off her neck. Yes Bernadette knew that her small efforts would soon transform her new duckling into a prized swan. "Alright Ducks, what do you say we call it a day? We skipped our lunch earlier, so why don't we go out for a bite to eat?" Mindy could hardly believe her ears. She was absolutely famished as she had nothing to eat so far the entire day, even though she watched her boss munch away happily on fruit and vegetable snacks all afternoon. Mindy wanted any chance she could get to spend more time with the increasingly enchanting woman, indeed she felt as if she would be lost when she wasn't in her presence. After gathering their belongings, the two women walked towards the elevators, the older woman never seemed to have a phone too far from her ear. She chatted in French, to someone who Mindy could tell, sounded very excited. Mindy wondered who all these people where; she didn't think her company even did business in France. It was becoming clear that Ms. Adams had interests that lay outside the office, business involving a bevy of beautiful women it appeared. As they left the building they were met by a gray Limousine. Mindy had never ridden in a Limousine before and was excited at the chance. The driver side door opened, and out climbed the largest person Mindy had ever seen. The stunning woman had a platinum blonde crew cut, it made her look taller if that was possible; her features were chiseled but beautiful. She stood at least 6'5" and had to weigh over 300 pounds, but she was lean and muscular, you could see the definition in her arms and legs as she walked towards the rear door... she looked more like a female wrestler than a chauffeur. She wore the largest pair of black leather pants Mindy had ever seen, and matching leather coat which concealed her bare chest, complete with a dangling female symbol chain. She opened the door for Ms. Adams, and Mindy saw her boss run the back of her hand across her chauffeur's face as she slide into the dark. The wrestling chauffeur's smile towards Mindy was quite different, it was an all-knowing smile, almost as if she had ushered a thousand Mindies into the back of Limousines before her. It made the young woman feel uneasy. Bernadette had two more quick phone calls, one appeared to be in Russian the other sounded sort of like Arabic, but Mindy couldn't be sure. She then picked up the Limo phone and gave the driver some directions; "Prendalo domestico. Prenda questo al foro di conigli." "Sorry Ducks, but there has been a change of plans, I have some business to attend to, but Bianca will get you where you need to go." Bernadette placed her hand on Mindy's knee and leaned in closer, her voice spoke in hushed tones; her eyes were both sensual and serious at the same time. True Nature "You have done well so far Ducks, and that pleases me. You will be rewarded for pleasing me. You want to please me don't you?" All Mindy could do was nod weakly, her stomach felt sick with excitement and anxiety she worried she would be sick. "Good, it's important that you understand everything that is going to happen. You are being taken to a special place, we call it the Cocoon." The woman's lip raised in a decidedly wicked smile. "You are expected there, you will be given a series of choices and how you choose will affect the rest of your life. You do want to change your life Ducks, don't you?" Bernadette's hand slid up Mindy's thigh, pushing her dress up far enough to expose her panties which now absolutely reeked of feminine anticipation. Mindy forced a thin lipped smile, again fearing she was about to vomit in the beautiful woman's lap and nodded; "Yes Miss, I do want to change." "I know you do Ducks that is why you're being taken to the Cocoon, it's a place where changes begin, now make me proud, and make your choices wisely." And with that she leaned closer, letting her hot breath flood Mindy's face. She stuck out her tongue in an overtly sexual way and traced it round Mindy's mouth, causing her to whimper. Bernadette looked at the trembling young girl and knew beyond a shadow of a doubt she was ready. "You have a lovely mouth Ducks." She ran her thumb across the girl's dry lips. "I have such plans for it. Will you give me your mouth? Will you let me have it, and use it as I see fit?" The girl was speechless at the direct and undeniable implications of her raw words. She was in sudden horror as she realized she had just peed herself with the overwhelming emotions that were now swirling around her. Mindy forced herself to give Ms. Adams a meek nod. "Good, I knew you would. Ohh, Ducks, you are going to learn so much... so very, very much." With that the Limo pulled up to a tall black building. Ms. Adams' door opened, and Mindy could only see the chauffeur's black leather clad ass. She stared for a moment as the two women stood outside sharing some last minute instructions. She could see their bodies press close to one another, but couldn't make out what they were doing. She saw her boss' hand come down swiftly with a sharp "SMACK" on the leather bottom of the large woman, and then she disappeared into the dark building. The opening of the door darkened as it filled the large face and gleaming eyes of the Platinum Warrior. "Welcome to the Rabbit Hole." Mindy sat, staring, trying to digest the words she had just heard. The large woman closed the door and went speeding off down the freeway. Chapter 6 Mindy had no idea what she was to expect. In fact, she didn't really understand much of hat has happened to her in the last 48 hours. Her head spun with the new images and words. Secrets of Ms. Adams were promised to be revealed, but who were the women in her office at such an early hour this morning and why had they treated her so strangely. Her boss' attraction to her mouth, while thrilling, was frightening at the same time, and what on earth is a Rabbit Hole? Just as she felt another headache coming on, the limo stopped came to a stop, the wheels crunching on dirt. Bianca opened her door, and offered her a massive hand. Mindy wasn't sure what the Cocoon was going to be, but she never would of guessed it was this. The limo had stopped on what can best be described as, "The Other Side of the Tracks." They sat in the middle of a line of pawn shops, hourly rate motels, peep show houses and liquor stores. Mindy didn't feel safe at all, the stares they were getting from the rummies and prostitutes nearby was making her rethink her desire for change, but Bianca's reassuring smile and her muscular bulk, put her a little more at ease. "Everything will be fine kiddo, just fine" the woman said in a deep and focused voice. "I'll get you to the door, and I'll be waiting for you on the other side." Mindy wasn't sure what she meant, but she was glad she wouldn't be far away. The large white haired woman knocked on the door and was greeted by a face she obviously had known quite well. "I've got her from here doll, thanks. I am surprised she has another one so fast." Mindy looked at the woman inside the door, and was not sure what she was talking about. It was the sort of woman Mindy didn't usually make eye contact with, or maybe it would be more accurate to say they never seemed to look at Mindy. She was short and heavy, not at all like the statuesque women Mindy had seen near Ms. Adams thus far. Her body was covered with tattoos and piercings. At first glance, Mindy counted 5 on her face alone, not to mention the facial tattoos and purple hair. She had a nice smile about her, and under everything she had a very pretty face. Mindy thought she would be very cute without the ... well without everything else. She was the kind of girl you always wonder what had happened in her life to make her want to change herself so completely like this. Mindy thought about that for a moment and it dawned on her that maybe they weren't that different after all. She too was in the process of some sort of change, maybe she was just a taller, leaner version of the woman before her. She was changing alright; but into what, she had no idea. The gigantic blonde leaned in to give Mindy one last piece of advice; "You're here because she chose you, none of this is an accident. Trust your instincts kiddo and you'll be fine." Mindy turned to walk into the Cocoon. "My name is Cherie, and you must be Mindy, you're as scrumptious as a cupcake. Not sure I have ever met a Mindy before. The name doesn't really suit you, you're far too pretty to have such a dorky name. You look more like a Domenique or an Angelica to me. Not that it really matters; you'll be renamed soon anyway, right? The stout woman was talking very fast as she walked quickly through the dimly lit store. Mindy was surprised at how clean and organized everything was. There were service counters, like you would find in a jewelry store, but there was nothing in them. In fact there wasn't much at all in the store that Mindy could see. There was line of built-in drawers along the far wall, none of them were marked. There was a changing room in the center of the store, but it didn't have a door on it. In fact the only thing that made Mindy even think she was in the right place at all were an identical set of ivory carved skulls sitting on a high shelf, the exact same ones that were on the back of Ms. Adams credenza. Mindy was eyeing the chubby girl, she could see her mouth moving, but couldn't make out the endless stream of words that flowed from her. "Do you know where you're going yet? Most girls don't know, but some, request certain assignments. Some girls are just born with natural gifts I guess. Have you been fitted yet? I can usually guess sizes pretty well....geez you're skinny as a rail, you're a zero, or a one on a bad day, right?" The girl giggled at her own lame joke. "And your legs are what? 34 ... 36 inches? Don't sweat it doll, no one knows their tail sizes quite yet, will you need a tail fitting today?" Mindy's eyes snapped to the girl, her face looking like it was about to explode. "WAIT!" Mindy shouted. "Slow down, I don't even know what this place is or why I'm here. My boss wanted me to get a haircut, I remember that much, maybe some clothes, but .... Just .. Just slow down." Cherie realized what was going on. This was a rush job and she obviously didn't get all the information first. She knew she needed to shift gears quickly or risk losing her. She reached out and took Mindy's hand in her chubby little fingers, and took a deep breath. She looked up into the tall woman's eyes and with an elf like giggle she started over. "I apologize, I thought you had been told some things already, let me see if I can help you here." "Yes please, I have a million questions." Mindy interrupted and began to talk almost as fast as the tattooed girl did, not really making much sense at all. "What is the cocoon and who were those women I saw this morning, what does she export, where am I right now, and what is the...." Cherie reached out and stopped her before she began to cry. She pulled her down to a leather couch and sat beside the frantic young woman; she placed her hand on Mindy's knee and gave her a little squeeze. "Hold on, Dollface, I just work here, most of your questions I can't answer for you, but if you'll just sit still for a minute maybe I can help." Mindy felt better, she was calming down. Cherrie had surprising warmth in her eyes; Mindy felt she could trust her. The girl's chubby hand felt comforting on her knee; in fact it felt better than that. Mindy tried to focus her attention on the girl's mouth and understand what she was saying, but once again her body had a mind of its own. Chapter 7 Cherie knew she was going to be walking a tightrope here. The unmarked store was in the middle of nowhere, and existed for one reason only, as a sort of clearinghouse for a company known as Lovecraft Enterprises. You won't get any hits for it on Google if you search Lovecraft, at least none that would send you to this store. Bernadette Adams' family was the owner and sole client of the store. They needed a business name in the U.S. as they did in every country they operated in, to purchase supplies and materials needed for their very specialized export company. It was also a staging area, of sorts, for women that had been chosen by the organization to be included in their activities. Cherie knew more than she could tell Mindy right now, but she didn't know everything, in fact, she new almost nothing. For all Cherie knew, the white haired Amazon was just a driver for some rich dyke who liked kinky sex slaves. Over her five years of employment, Cherie had seen Bianca bring hundreds of girls through the door; they all seemed to come from different parts of the country. She had seen all shapes and sizes too, in fact she marveled at the diversity of girls she had to process in this place. Cherie took one look at Mindy, and she thought, "They must be looking for a willowy one this time." The job had its drawbacks, she was bored quite often. She could go months without a phone call or a single person to talk to. Of course it wasn't all bad, she was always left alone with the girls during processing, and sometimes that had its... errm..."Perks". But it was a job, and they paid her well. Cherie continued to rub Mindy's long slender leg. She felt as if Mindy wasn't even noticing her subtle seduction, she was too busy trying to figure out what was happening to think about Cherie's shameless groping. Cherie had seen it before. "Let's start form the beginning Mindy, ok?" Mindy nodded eagerly, anxious for someone to tell her what was going on. "Ms. Adams has sent you to me. I have instructions to help you with a sort of transformation. Does that sound right so far?" "Yes." Mindy responded, happy to go at such a slow and deliberate pace. "Good, sometimes that part can be a little confusing for some." Mindy didn't know what she meant, but nodded just the same. Cherie's hand slowly stroked Mindy's leg, her fingertips tracing lines along her inner thigh. Mindy didn't even realize, but the chubby girl was writing words slowly on her skin with her fingertip. She was sending her subtle subliminal messages; "Spread Legs" was the first one. "Today we are going to focus just on changing your look sweetie. I'm going to take some measurements, all kinds of silly measurements. We are going to look into fitting you with things you will need for the next part of your transformation. Now I know you want to know all about that part, but I'm not the one to tell you. Before you leave here I will give you an opportunity to find that out, does that all sound simple enough so far Cupcake?" Mindy sighed and looked into the kind eye of the girl sitting next to her. She felt warm and safe. Maybe the safest she had felt since her email "Pinged" two days ago. She was happy to be on this comfortable couch, she felt her face flush with contentment, and there was something else too. The only thing wrong at this point was that she still hadn't eaten since last night and her stomach was angry. Just then she felt Cherie's hand push her dress up and expose her panties for the second time today. "Now Cupcake, we are going to have to do a bit of an inspection, it won't be one like you have had before. Just relax and trust that I will take care of you. You do trust me don't you Cupcake?" Mindy felt the same sort of feelings she had last night staring into the mirror, she felt like she was being dangled over a cliff with no net under her. She felt out of control and scared, her body was sending her signals she couldn't process yet. This was the first woman to ever touch her intimately, Mindy did trust her; she had to. She knew Bianca would be there on the other side of this for her, and Bianca would be able to take her back to beautiful Bernadette. So she nodded at the girl and in a whisper almost too faint to be heard. "Yes I trust you Cheri." "Outstanding!" The tubby little minx said. "Now what do you say to a little bit of fun. You do like fun don't you Cupcake? I thought you might. Now stand up for me, you sexy twig you, I need to get some measurements. Get those clothes off you." Mindy responded with a moment of hesitation, she wasn't exactly asked to take her clothes off, she was just told to. A girl she had just met, whom she didn't even know. But Mindy did as was expected. As she unzipped her dress and let it fall, she realized this was the first time she had stripped in front of a woman since 6th grade gym class. She stood in front of Cherie with yesterday's underwear on, she certainly would of made a different choice if she had known what was going to happen. The crotch of her panties were now indistinguishable as red any longer, the wetness had turned them to dark blue, with a ring of dried white residue around the gusset. Cherie grinned like a painted Cheshire cat at the sight. "Wow you do have some legs on you girl, and I can see you are getting your 'naughty jollies' out of me bossing you around. That will come in handy. Now put your hands at your side, its time for me to see exactly what the Lovecraft folks are getting." The plump tart looked at Mindy's body with hooded eyes, like a cobra ready to strike, Mindy thought. "Holy Shit, Girlie, those nipples look like they belong on a cow." Mindy felt she was about to be swallowed up by embarrassment, she had spent her whole life hiding her nipples and now this stranger was teasing her about them. The humiliations she felt, however, seemed to have a contradictory effect on her. Mindy's pussy swelled with anticipation, and began to ooze her pungent juices, as they gathered in her matted pubic hair and slid down the inside of her thigh. "Cupcake, we really don't have time for modesty any longer, I said put your hands at your side." The girl laughed aloud; "Jesus Cupcake, shave much? I haven't seen a bush like that since I stopped watching 1970's fuck flicks. C'mere, let me get a look at that." Mindy was humiliated beyond her wildest imagination. Cherie reached out and twirled her fat fingers into Mindy's blonde muff, causing the girl to whimper helplessly. Mindy's hair was so long that she could wrap the downy fur around her chubby digits several times. "Let's go Cupcake, we need to get you fitted." With that, Cherrie stood and began to lead the girl across the store, her fingers still clutching the girl's tender pubic hair. They made their way toward the drawers in the wall. It hurt Mindy to be pulled like this, but she somehow didn't mind it. She groaned a bit as she followed so closely behind the squat girl, she could tell that Cherie was enjoying the game, and truth be told, so was Mindy. "Up you go Cupcake, stand on that box." Cherie stood behind her and smiled at her in the fitting mirror that they both faced. The short woman barely came up to the Mindy's breasts as they looked at each other. There was a flurry of activity over the next several minutes as Cherie began to manhandle the young woman. Her hands moved her to the positions she needed to be in for specific measurements. At one point Cherie forced Mindy into a squatting position so she could measure the circumference from her shin up and over her thigh. She also needed specific hand measurements; each digit's length and width were meticulously noted. Cherie dictated detailed notes into a voice recorder about every measurement of Mindy Swanson, and every one of them would be needed. Mindy thrilled at the feeling of Cherie's hands all over her. She liked when she was forced into difference stances and made to twist in awkward positions. Mindy's body swooned at the physical contact with the demanding girl and the slimy smear of cunt juice along her inner thigh was evidence. "They will have to special order your suit I bet love, not many girls come through here with legs and arms as long as yours. I only have a few more to take Cupcake, lift your leg and let me see your foot." Mindy looked like a large naked stork as she stood on one leg. "Ankle size 7, and a 9 ½ shoe." "What am I being fitted for exactly Cherie, why on earth do you kneed my wrist, ankle and throat measurements?" Cherie didn't answer her, she knew that making a mistake could cause weeks of delay, if her "Bitch Suit" didn't fit. The chubby girl had just about enough depriving herself of any fun, she was allowed certain luxuries in her position. She was not allowed to have sex with any of the applicants, but she was allowed to make them orgasm, and she had developed quite a taste for that particular challenge. She could see that Mindy Swanson was inexperienced with women; that was obvious. Being a heavier girl, Cherie adored the opportunity to make tall skinny beautiful women struggle for their orgasms. It seemed a sort of sexual justice, and Cherie was feeling particularly vengeful today. "Alright Cupcake, how are you feeling so far?" Mindy's heart was pounding in her chest, the pit of her stomach ached with hunger and anxiety, her pussy seemed to have a running faucet inside of it judging from the amount of fluid that now dangled from her matted pubic hair, and she felt the onslaught of another massive headache coming on. "I... well... to be honest, I am not feeling too well, I was wondering if maybe we could take a break?" Cherie looked at the women thoughtfully as if to be considering her request, however, she had no intention of letting her off the hook now that she had her so close to the breaking point. "You know what Cupcake, we are almost done, what do you say we just forge ahead? We will be done in just a few minutes." Mindy summoned all the energy she could find to continue, her face was contorted with distress, and more than once she covered her rumbling stomach to hide the noise. 'Awwww, are you hungry Dollface? I'll see what I can do about getting something in that tummy before you leave." And with a crooked smile and gleam in her eye, she prepared to give the young woman her first female-induced orgasm. "Get on your hands and knees Cupcake, no one leaves the Cocoon without being fitted properly. I could get in big trouble if I didn't have your anal port put in, and you wouldn't want me to get in trouble would you now Cupcake?" Mindy was just too exhausted to put up much of a fight, all she could muster was a weak question. "No I don't want you to get into any trouble, but what is an A... An... Anal Port? And what do I need one for?" Cherie was grinning from ear to ear with as she held what looked like a piece of a long balloon. It was a flesh colored rubber tube, open on both ends, it was about 4 inches long, appeared to be very flexible to Mindy. True Nature in the Woods It was her idea. We had been out all night, drinking in a local pub. I had only met her recently, and we were still largely strangers. Our night of drinking started to remedy that. The pitchers came and went while we talked about our beliefs and experiences. She was quick, kind, and a little shy, but all of this was wrapped up in a certain boldness I found unique. Our comfort grew, and the distance between us shrank. But too soon the hours passed and it was time to walk her home. She suggested we cut through the nearby ravine, which featured parks and nature trails. I of course agreed, and we slowly descended into its depths, before coming to the path that would bring her home. We walk up the trail, away from the safety of the pavement and city lights. After a few minutes, the woods surround us, where one could hardly tell we are in the middle of a major city. Slowly, she becomes frightened in our isolation, her body trembling with each careful step. The moving shadows of the trees leave a darkness that her imagination eagerly fills in. Threats of all kinds surround her, pumping adrenaline through her veins. Her heightened senses strain to find which of her nightmares have become real above the rush of a nearby stream. Her breathing becomes shallow and rapid to accommodate her rapidly beating heart. Every sound that breaks through is instantly extrapolated as a signal for some horror in her mind, be it the warm breeze or the crunch of the path beneath us. She pulls closer to me, her only certainty in a world of frightening potential. I try to reassure her with cold hard logic. I had never been interested in horror films, and my mind knew only to see what was there: a dark forest after a hard rain. The ensuing conversation does little to calm her, but she insists we continue. I realize that she could take my calculated perspective, but chooses not to. Her one desire this night is excitement at any cost. This sweet, intelligent woman had a dark and crude side, and it craved for a kindred soul to reveal it. I intend to deliver. We press on the path, our strides cooling the nervous sweat from her body. She places her trust in my calm hands and calm mind, knowing I can deliver her to safety but secretly hoping I take advantage. I suggest we go down to the river, explaining it would tranquil at this time of night, but my goal is to avoid prying eyes and to mask the noise of our inevitable cries of pleasure. As we walk down, I wait patiently for the right moment before rapidly spinning, trapping her in the vice of my arms and pushing her against a nearby tree. Her focus instantly shifts from the surrounding possibilities to the reality I impose on her. The strength built in anticipation of her demise is unleashed upon me. Her muscles, long held tense in anticipation, eagerly break their stillness and pull our bodies closer together as the potential of the night materializes before us. Her mouth, previously silent for fear of those trying to locate us, presses desperately against mine. For a moment, we are motionless, an exhibit on the tension and passion in the still. When we again start to move, we do so only to pull our partner deeper within ourselves. Our hands start to explore each others bodies in rough grabs, never giving up their force. Our kiss continues to last while I struggle to choose between the pleasure we are feeling and the desire to join my hands in manipulating her body. Eventually I relent, and the brief look of disappointment that crosses her face is quickly replaced with a coy grin as I kiss her neck and my hands roam further. Her eyes close so she can focus on all the sensations assaulting her. Her neck snaps back as her body tenses, pushing her chest against me. I become bolder, following the contours of her body, lost in the images of my desire. I swing her again, flipping her around and driving her amazing ass against me. My hands place themselves strategically, one snaking its way up her shirt to her ample breasts, and the other sneaking its way down to tease her. She pushes back against me, arching her back to kiss me over her shoulder as I remove our tops. For the first time, our full skin touches undulled by our now discarded clothes. She wishes I'd come in front of her again, to resume our initial posture, but I am not ready to relinquish my control yet. I release her, and focus my attention onto her back, lightly stroking, and kissing my way up and down. Though she is free to move, she stays in the same tense posture as before, held in place by her mind rather than my body. One final slow lick from the base of her spine breaks her composure, her shudder echoes through the trees around us. I flip her back into my arms, and we finally look into each others eyes while basking in the heat from our bodies. Looking deeply I see a singular focus on the moment at hand, the moment we are sharing with each other. She notices my hesitation and takes the opportunity to reciprocate the attention she received earlier. Her lips and hands make their way over my chest, following one after the other along the hard lines of my body. My hands find themselves in her thick hair, helping direct her attention to where it is needed, while slowly pushing her downwards. She resists my cue, taking her sweet time with the body she has longed for. Her hands continue to move, grasping whatever piece of hard muscle they come across. After enjoying her ministrations, I feel the need to take control again. I gently guide her back up to face me, before taking her place on my knees. I fondle her body, but it's clear this is a brief stop on my journey. My hands grasp her inner thighs gently as I pull her towards me, before undoing her jeans. While she waits for me to slowly pull them off, I surprise her by raising myself and lifting the top of her panties, slowly licking the now exposed skin of her waist. This is my first intrusion to her most private areas, and she marks the occasion with tortured moan. I relent and begin to peel off her thong, leaving her natural beauty unveiled in the surrounding woods we have found ourselves in. As I begin my work, she has her first opportunity to observe the landscape. The trees do not carry the same threat they did before – instead she takes them in, letting them take their rightful place in a treasured memory. Despite the motion of the nearby river, the scene has a stillness that has been there long before we arrived, and will remain long after we live. Our presence here is fleeting, but we will leave our mark. She's shot back into her body by the attention I've been giving her. My initial kisses are deliberate and focused, staying close enough to make her want more but far enough to not give it to her. My fingertips trace her vulva, and pick up the moisture from her pussy. Their smooth and sudden movements are erratic, leaving her anticipating the next stroke but unable to predict when it will come. When they finally stop, I give her what she's been waiting for: that long, slow, full bodied lick from the very bottom to the very top. Her whole body rides out the pleasure as her pelvis shoots forward, matching my movement. The lick is punctuated at end with a little flick on her clit, eliciting a cry out of her. After a moment's hesitation, I resume my attention, carefully finding what she likes and giving it to her. I revel in the control I have over her body, and I watch to see her take pleasure. My licks begin to take on a rhythm, which her breath and body follow closely. The rhythm becomes faster, and her cries become louder. My fingers start to enter her pussy – first one, followed by a second. They amplify the beat our bodies are producing. My other hand is free, grasping her tightly where ever it lands. Meanwhile her hands seem to become restless, continually looking for somewhere to support herself. Our rhythm continues to accelerate. Her body is tensing, moving freely. I lick her for all I'm worth. Her voice and breath grow beyond our earlier pace, become louder, and faster still. I eagerly take in the spectacle. She peaks, screaming out. Her body shakes, her eyes tightly close, and her hands shoot backwards, looking for something to grasp. They find a tree, which she much arch her back to grasp, pushing her pussy into my face. I relentlessly continue my assault watching waves of pleasure crash through her, in awe of the force the orgasm that pours over her trembling body. Her continuing gyrations hypnotize me. Her mind is unable to process anything but the onslaught overtaking her. She comes back only slowly – one breath at a time. A satisfied smile crosses her face, as she looks down on my now gentle nibbles. We both take stock of the situation, my face and her pussy are covered in her wetness. She brings me up for a long kiss and I press her relaxed form into mine. This seems to awaken her, bringing her out of her haze. Her body grows in energy and motion, trying to communicate the gratitude her mind cannot. She powerfully gyrates against me, sinking down lower, her descent slowed only by the small licks and kisses she scatters across my chest. She stops at her knees, taking a moment to place herself. Her desire to engulf me immediately is paced by experience: her mouth and hands have a great deal of skill that can only be unleashed over time. By being patient she'll make me want it more, and she will savor every moment of my torment. Her hands tread lightly over my jeans, outlining the firm cock pressed against the denim, and sneaking a subtle grasp of my shaft. Her hands move to undo the buttons of my jeans, glancing upwards for my help in getting them off. Only a thin layer of cotton separates us. She grabs my firm ass, and presses her mouth against my boxers before exhaling and surrounding my cock with the hot, moist air from her mouth. Her mouth suddenly pulls off, and lands just below the 'v' of my abs, lingering to demonstrate just how much sensation she can inflict on a small spot. She follows this line down, slowly pulling my boxers to expose more of its path. She finally pulls the boxers back, over my erect cock, and down my legs. It's finally there, facing her. She moves her head slightly back to accommodate its now unleashed shaft. I'm so hard she can see the blood pulsing through me. To her, my cock is a controller for my body, each touch she provides leading to a different reaction in me, and now it is in her grasp. She takes her time, staring, choosing how she wants me to feel. She decides to start on the head, lightly licking around my most sensitive area, sending all the nerve endings on alert. She then begins to move downwards, sliding down the sides before surrounding my hot, firm cock with her mouth. Her movements quicken to the point where I am unable to take in details – I can only feel incredible sensations coursing through my veins. My pelvis tries to thrusts my cock deeper, but despite my efforts she controls my force, deflecting, ensuring I stay this way for longer. My eyes open and close, moving from the trees to the river to her big eyes, which delightfully watching my thrashing. My body sweats, and my breath quickens. She doesn't relent. I twist and turn, unable to cope with the sensation. She doesn't allow me to get away. I feel my orgasm incoming. My body spasms as cum shoots out of me and into her waiting mouth. She continues her strokes, matching my body's rhythm, swallowing as I produce. I finally come down, still enjoying her light attentions on my now spent cock. I look down, and our smiles turn into laughter as we take in what we've just done. I hop down onto my knees and lie us down on the ground. We begin to enjoy our final moments here. Lighthearted compliments are exchanged as we gently kiss and embrace. A sudden chill, brought on by the draining adrenaline in our bodies, beckons us to put our clothes back on. We do so haltingly, constantly interrupting each other by trying to sneak another kiss. The rest of the world comes back to us as we dig into our pockets for a cell phone to check the time. Of course, it's later than we thought. We happily move away from our scene, never to return to this location, but revisiting its spirit and passion in our later adventures.