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The Training

By: The_story_writer2003



We had been chatting online for over a year before you mentioned you were coming to the UK for a holiday. I began wondering what might happen if this did take place, I once suggested that if you ever came over you might like to visit. We chatted that night about this and that and I made you laugh as usual, I loved your wicked sense of humour and your naughty thoughts.

I thought for a moment then suggested that it should make your trip cheaper if you wanted to stay at my house for a week. I was quick to point out that you could use the spare room to stay in and I would be happy to have you with me.

I suggested you think about it for a while before answering as it would make it easier for you and I would enjoy the company. For a while I received no messages and I worried that I had upset you then finally you messaged me back to say it sounded good and you would send me the message with details of your planned visit.

Over the next few weeks we exchanged more emails with details about you plan, you would be in the UK for several weeks and for one of those weeks you would base yourself in my house allowing you to explore the north of England with a place to stay. I booked that week off and looked forward to taking you to some of my favourite places.

When the details had been finalised the days seemed to crawl on till finally you were in the UK and coming to stay. I had the house spotless and the guest room set up, I drove to the train station and waited outside, having memorised your face from the photos you had sent. I had a moments anxiety that you weren't coming as I didn't spot you then I smiled and waved as I finally spotted you.

I walked over to you quickly;

"Hi Jess, nice to finally meet you, I feel like I know you quite well…" I lean forward and give you a hug, holding you tightly for a brief second before letting you go…

"Hi Nik, it's great to finally meet you as well." Leaning forward you give me peck on the cheek, the lightest touch of your lips sent shivers down my spine.

I lean down and pick up your bags, 

"Well, my car is just this way." I turn with you at my elbow and lead you out of the train station and out to where I parked my car. I put your bags carefully in the boot as you climb inside, sitting next to you I look you over as I get in the car, you look amazing in your black dress and top, amazing cleavage as I slide in.

"I don't live very far away." 

Starting the ignition and pulling out I start asking you how your visit has gone so far and listen as you tell me about your stay in London, how everything seemed much more expensive in the south than the north. I agreed grinning saying it was one of the reasons I didn't like the south as we finally arrived at my house.

I climbed out and grabbed your bags again, unlocking the door and letting you inside. Through a small entry way and into the front room, a large sofa and a couple of chairs, computer and TV, DVD player, DVD rack and books. I smile; as you look round noting how uncluttered it appears.

"It is not normally this uncluttered, I just stashed all my work in a cupboard for now, normally papers and books everywhere. Shall I show you your room?"

"Yes please, I think I want to get changed after being cooped up on that train for hours."

I walk through the door on the opposite side of the room and straight away there are stairs up to the right. I walk up the stairs and open the door at the top on the left.

"Here you are, this is the guest room." As you walk in you see a tall room with a single bed, shelves, wardrobe, drawers and desk.

"This is normally my study but I have moved everything out for a while."

"Thanks, you really didn't have to go to this much trouble you know."

"It wasn't that much trouble." I smile and point over the landing, "my room is just opposite if you were wondering."

"What's yours like then?" You blush almost as soon as you say this.

I grin and open the doors, showing a large room, dark covers on a very large bed, some shelves with dvds and books on again, stuff that I keep upstairs.

"Well the kitchen is down stairs and straight through from the front room and the bathroom is just beyond that. It's a bit of a pain having a downstairs bathroom at times but it is a very nice size with a large bath that makes up for it, there is also a shower above the bath if you just want a quick wash."

I put your bags down carefully, "I will just be downstairs if you want anything," I smile at you and wander downstairs again and sit myself in the front room, pulling up an search browser on the internet and finding the listing for my favourite restaurant in the city, ringing up and booking a table for later.

I hear your footsteps on the chairs and turn round to see you walk in, wearing a different blouse and a long skirt, just like we had once chatted about. I smile and explain that I have booked us into a restaurant in a couple of hours for a meal that evening.

"Great, what sort of restaurant?"
 "Its my favourite Indian, serves a nice selection of dishes as well as other none Indian dishes if you're not a fan."

"It sounds lovely…" you smile at me, "So what shall we do now…?" "I was wondering if you just wanted to have a quiet drink here and chat for a while? I could always open a bottle of wine as I booked a taxi as well for us."

"That sounds nice." You smile shyly, eyes downcast; something I notice about you is that you always seem to agree.

I walk through to the kitchen and open one of my nice bottles of white and pour us two glasses, carrying them back through and passing you one I sit on the sofa as you sit demurely on one of the large comfy leather seats, sipping your wine.

We sit and chat about what sort of things you do for fun and what you enjoy. I find myself smiling and edging closer to you as we chat then pour you some more wine, watching a gentle blush creep into your cheeks.

Finally the taxi has arrived and we travel to the restaurant, walking in and taking our seats we quickly order, continuing our conversation, the tone much more fun as we relax and discuss things that maybe if we had been friends who would see each other more often we would not have said.

We arrived at the dessert, a little the worse for wear as the alcohol kicked in and I had you in fits of giggles as we shared a chocolate dessert. I even fed you a few times, watching you lick the ice cream off the spoon almost suggestively.

"We have a choice now, we could go back to mine or we could go out for a drink?"

"You decide… I am happy either way." You smile softly at me again but there is a look in your eye that makes my heart flutter for a moment.

"Well, I would love to take you out for a few drinks."

"Sounds great…"

I walk over and settle up the bill and getting your jacket we walk out the door, our taxi waiting, it takes you to one of my favourite pubs, background music that makes it possible to hear, reasonably priced drinks and comfy seats.

I go to the bar and return with your favourite drink as we sit on one of the couch, I am aware of how close to me you are, I can smell your perfume as it fills my nostrils with an intoxicating smell. I had you the drink, my hand brushing yours as they meet I look into your eyes and note the smile that fills your face at my touch.

I sit next to you on the couch and place my glass on the table in front of me turning to face you.

"Thank you for tonight Jess, I have to saw it has been one of the most enjoyable I have had in a very long time." I reach out and take your hand squeezing it gently.

"So have I Nik, thank you so much…"

I lean forward and gently kiss you, feeling you unresisting and even kissing me back as I slowly slide an arm round your back. I gently break the kiss, still looking at you with your eyes closed, an almost complete trust in someone you only really met today. Your eyes open softly and you breathe out.

"That was amazing Nik…"

"I think we should head back to my house…"

I watch as a shiver runs down your spine, you down your drink as I finish mine and gathering your jacket we head to the door and flag a taxi to take us back to my house. In the back of the taxi my fingers find their way to your hand, gently stroking the skin on your arm, watching your eyes close and a slow sigh escape your lips.

We pull up outside the house and paying the fare we quickly walk inside dropping your jacket over a chair as we both sit down on the sofa next to each other, my arms going round you and pulling you close as out lips meet again and kiss you softly at first, more passionately as our restraints slowly disappear.

My fingers run up and down your spine as my other hand slowly slides down to rest on your knee. I look at you as I slowly begin to slide your skirt up, watching you nod gently your eyes trusting as I slowly slide your dress higher till I can stroke your thighs gently.

You open your legs wide for me, lying back on the sofa as I slide down the sofa next to you to the floor, kneeling between your legs and slowly kissing up your thighs, as I kiss higher I realise you aren't wearing any panties, you had been hoping for this I realise as my breath is hot on your soft slit.

My hands reach up to stroke your full breasts through your blouse, my fingers moving to undo your blouse, opening it as I cup your breasts through your bra. Squeezing gently as you shrug your blouse off, reaching behind to undo your bra for me, letting it fall away, I slowly stroke your nipples, watching as they harden almost instantly, rock hard little nubs as you slide down the sofa, opening your legs wider allowing me easy access.

I lean forward and run my tongue over your soft hairless slit, kissing, licking and gently flicking your clit with my tongue as your body trembles almost uncontrollably, soft moans and cries escaping your lips as I gently play with your sweet hole.

I pull back and look at you…

"Upstairs" I whisper, "go to my room"

You nod and get to your feet, legs still shaking and I guide you upstairs to my room, you walk in and slide your dress down, kicking your shoes off and lie in the centre of my large bed, revelling in the soft sheets as I quickly strip and kneel on the bed next to you, my semi-hard shaft swaying softly…

I reach down and cup my hand over your soft pussy feeling the pulsing heat from within and I kiss you softly on your lips once again. Slowly massaging your soft, wet slits as I lie next to you, my shaft hardening as I slowly control your body, making you gasp.

"What do you want Nik?" You ask softly as my fingers gently probe you deeper making you gasp suddenly as I do it just right.

"I want you Jess…"

"Yessssss I am yours …" Your eyes half closed in lust as my fingers work you skilfully bringing you closer as your hand wraps around my shaft, slowly sliding up and down, stroking me to full hardness.

I feel your hand clench around my shaft as your body climaxes, your juices covering my fingers as your body tenses and flops on my bed, almost screaming as you cum for the first time.

I slowly pull my fingers away, you let go of my shaft and take hold of my hand guiding my fingers to your lips where you lick and suck your juices off them, your eyes never leaving mine. My shaft fully hard as I lie back on the pillows, you know what I want as you move to kneel between my legs, your hand reaching down to carefully cup my balls as you lower your head, your hair falling forward to mask you till you sweep it to the side, your lips open and closer around my shaft as you suck me into your mouth, sliding down until your nose is buried in my pubic hair, My hard shaft into your throat for a few seconds as you begin to work my shaft with your mouth and hands.

I groan loudly and buck my hips sending myself deeper into you momentarily making you gag. My hands move down to softly stroke your hair.

"You say you are mine Jess, are you submissive."

I get a soft nod from you as you keep sucking me, working my shaft skilfully, making me gasp as I feel the sensations filling my mind. 

I smile at you again; "I have always wanted a submissive to train, would you like to be mine for the week you are here to train?"

I thrust my hips up again, shivering as I feel myself beginning to tense up.

This time there is no pause as you slide me out of your mouth to look up at me and voice an emphatic yes. Diving back to swallowing as much of my shaft as you can.

"You will do what I saw when I say it?"

Again I get a nod from you and suddenly overcome by your passionate ministrations I can take it no longer and my shaft explodes sending my cum straight down your throat before I slide back slightly, making your cheeks bulge out as I fill them with hot cum. My body trembling uncontrollably as my body shakes, filling you with my cum as you swallow it down.

You slowly suck the last drops out of my shaft as I lie back on the bed, still shaking and tense as my body finally starts to relax after the amazing orgasm you just gave me.

"We will need to set up a safe word that if you get uncomfortable with this you can say to make me stop…"

"Yes Master…" I look at you sharply and see the happiness in your eyes as you lick your lips, moving to lie on he bed next to me, your hand snaking out to wrap your fingers around my semi hard shaft, slowly stroking it again watching as it begins to swell again.

I lie back and watch your hand slowly working my shaft; this could be an interesting week.

The Training



"...When you greet me at your door I want you to be wearing your dildo-pants. Oh, and wear them under your tightest pair of jeans. I'm taking you out tonight, and yes; I do want you wearing them out in public. I'll see you in a bit," I said, and then hung up without giving her a chance to respond.

I knew from the way I had worded my 'request' that it almost guaranteed her non-compliance; it was the 'out in public' part that she would balk at. I was counting on that. In order to get a proper start to her slave training, I wanted her to commit a suitably serious breach of obedience.

You see we had been playing dominant/submissive games for some time now. I had learned early in our relationship that being dominated sexually turned her on, a lot! She was a sexual submissive by nature. At the same time, however, she was also a highly intelligent and strong-willed person: to the point of stubbornness at times. Needless to say, she required a strong, dominant man to help her realize her role as a properly submissive sexual slave.

 To date, I had not been that strong, dominant man. While I fantasized about dominating her and making her my sexual slave, in trying to make my fantasy a reality, I found that I was fighting my early childhood conditioning. My parents had raised me to honor and respect women: this in a time when women were still striving to realize equality. As a result, I was fighting a deep-seated belief that dominating a woman was demeaning, and therefore wrong. That 'wrongness', while great fodder for exciting fantasies, also created in practice, a hurdle that needed to be overcome before I could be an effective dominant. 

In our most intimate conversations, she had more than hinted that there was almost nothing she would not do for a suitably dominant Master. That while she looked the part, she was not some delicate flower that would be scared off by the things I wanted to do to her. Even with that encouragement, something held me back.

Over time I noticed that she was challenging my hesitant attempts at dominance more and more frequently. Every time I asked her to do something, she would question it or treat it as a request and have a ready (and rational) excuse as to why she shouldn't or couldn't do it. 

I'm not entirely dense. It was obvious that she was goading me. She was sending a clear message: If you want to dominate me, then dominate me. Don't make requests and don't accept my excuses. Physically dominate me and MAKE me do your will. Quite simply, her message was: quit being a wimp.

After coming to this realization, I did some soul-searching. I knew she was right. I was letting my fear of losing her respect; perhaps of losing her completely, hold me back. I understood that while she loved me and trusted me, the truth was that she could never truly respect me until I came to terms with my insecurities, conquered the fears that held me back, and so allow my dominant nature full reign.

Like any dilemma, I knew that this issue simply came down to a choice. I could continue behaving the way I had been, which for lack of a better term was timid, or I could chose to change my thoughts and actions. I chose to put my personal insecurities, and my fear of losing her, where they belonged: behind me. I would put my trust in the knowledge that she loved me, trusted me, and truly longed for me to physically dominate her sexually. I would also take her at her word that she would do pretty much anything that I ordered her to do; at least within those personal boundaries that we had negotiated earlier in our relationship. 

I would, with no more hesitation, take on the strong dominant role, and in so doing force her into the submissive role that I knew she craved.

When she answered the door, she was wearing a pair of snug jeans and a tight, sexy top. Before I even came in I asked her point-blank, "are you wearing your dildo-pants like I asked?"

"No," she responded, her tone suggesting I had asked a silly question. She was testing me, again.

"I see," I said as I walked in and closed the door. "Come here," I instructed, as I walked past her towards the living room. To reinforce my instruction, I grabbed her upper arm and forced to come with me.

This was something I had never actually done before: physically forcing her. I knew from previous conversations with her that even a minor dominance display such as this could make her instantly wet.

Once in the living room I stopped and faced her, then said, "I think it's about time we had a meeting of minds here," I paused significantly before going on. "You enjoy being sexually dominated, don't you?" I made it sound more like a statement than a question.

"Yes," she said in a small voice. She looked a little taken aback when I asked her this question, but then her body language suddenly became very submissive.

"Indeed, we both know that."

"Well just to be clear," I said, grabbing her by the shoulders and pushing her back a step till her back was pressed firmly against the door jam; my face only inches away from hers. "Starting today, starting right now, I'm going to do just that. I'm going to sexually dominate you. In fact," I said, "from now on, I'm claiming you as my personal sex slave.

The act of pushing her up against a wall and pinning her there was another dominance display she had once told me was powerfully erotic for her.

"Tell me, does the thought of being forced to cater to my desires excite you? Does the prospect arouse you?" I asked.

I noticed a flash of surprise and perhaps even a bit of anticipation cross her face as I was talking. Then, "Yes," she responded timidly, dropping her gaze.

"Yes Master!" I quickly corrected her. 

"Yes Master," She repeated, glancing up at me. I found her surprise at the change in my behavior very gratifying.

"Very good, slave," I said, pulling my face back a bit from hers while continuing to hold her against the door jam. "Tonight I will explain to you, in detail, your new role. At the same time, you start your training. You're going to learn exactly what I expect of you as my slave. But first, I want you to go upstairs and prepare yourself for me. Go up, take off all your clothes, put on your leather slave collar and your wrist restraints, and then come back down here to me," I Instructed. "Now go," I said, as I turned her around and gave her a slap to her butt to get her moving.

As she walked up the stairs, I called after her, "Bring your blindfold down with you as well... and hurry, you don't want to keep your Master waiting."

Once she had disappeared upstairs, I went into the dining room and moved the chairs out of the way so that I had access to the whole long side of the big sturdy dining table. I laid out a 12" flexible plastic ruler that I had brought with me, having slid it into the back waistband of my pants when I got out of the car. 

Not too long after I had finished my own preparations, she came back down the stairs and into the living room, properly attired and looking very timid. She had the blindfold in her right hand. I noticed with approval that she had shaved for me in anticipation of my arrival. She knew that I liked her pussy clean-shaven.

"Come here," I ordered, holding out my hand. She came to me and put the blindfold in my open hand. I turned her so that she was facing away from me. The blindfold, which I now fastened over her eyes, was made from leather, lined with rabbit fur. It was designed so that she would not be able to see anything. Using the clips attached to her wrist restraints, I secured her hands so they were bound behind her back.

Seizing her, again by her upper arm, I guided her carefully into the dining room. Maneuvering her so that she was standing with the front of her thighs up against the table, I ordered, "Bend over." Helping her down onto the table, I said, "Spread your legs." She moved them a bit. "More," I said. She spread them further. When I was satisfied with her positioning, I moved so that I was standing to the right of her. Placing my right hand in the middle of her back, I held her down and in position against the table.

She had teased me in the past; saying that I couldn't threaten to spank her as a means of discipline, because getting spanked turned her on. She was in for a surprise. I picked up the plastic ruler with my left hand.

As an experiment early in our relationship, I had used a plastic ruler as a spanking implement. Even used fairly lightly it had stung quite unpleasantly, so we had not used it again: until now.

I told her, "I'm going to start your training by giving you two strikes on your ass with a plastic ruler, one on each cheek. They're going to hurt...a lot. Prepare yourself." After a short pause, I put action to words; lining up and hitting her left cheek 'SLAP,' hard enough that it left a slight red mark almost immediately. She jerked slightly, but otherwise was silent. I lined up with her right cheek and hit it slightly harder 'SLAP.' Still she didn't make a sound, but I knew it had smarted: I had used it on my own thigh earlier to gage what it felt like.

"Do I have your attention?" I asked her. She was silent. "No? Ok," I said, my tone very matter of fact, and hit the left cheek somewhat harder than the last. 'SLAP.' Still nothing. "I'm in no hurry. Let me know when I have your attention." I hit her right cheek again, hard. 'SMACK!' 

"OK!" she said abruptly. 

"Do I have your attention now?" 

"Yes," she said meekly, her breathing getting slightly heavier. Suddenly I hit her again. SLAP!

"Yes, what?" I demanded.

"Yes Master," She said contritely.

Her ass was quite interesting to look at already. There were pink and red marks coming up everywhere the ruler had hit her. One very interesting thing I had noticed about this ruler, was that it produces a rather intense burning pain that lasts quite a long time. She was feeling that burn now.

"Good," I said. "Just so you know, as we continue with our little 'talk' here, you'll be receiving more such strikes. Just think of them as a learning incentive. Pain tends to focus the mind on the present, and I do need your attention here for a while," I taunted.

"Now, you told me earlier that you liked to be sexually dominated and that you were excited at the prospect of becoming my sexual slave. From now on, ours will be a Master/slave relationship. You, of course, are the slave. So, tell me slave, what am I?" 

"You're the Master?" she inquired tentatively.

SLAP! I hit her left cheek. "I'm YOUR Master," I stated. "Who am I?" 

"You're my Master," she responded quickly. 

"Yes, that's correct, I AM your Master. And how does a good slave please her Master?" I asked. She hesitated. SLAP! I hit her right cheek this time, being careful to pick a new spot to mark on her now colorful bottom.

"Let me help you out a bit with this, my slave. You please your Master by doing whatever your Master tells you to do. So tell me, slave, how do you please your Master?" I asked. 

"I do whatever my Master tells me to do," She responded appropriately. 

"Very good," I said. "And have you done everything that I've told you to do before today?" I asked. 

"No," she said meekly. 'SLAP!' 

"No what?" I reminded her again. 

"No Master," She said quickly. 

"That's right. You haven't been a good slave. You've failed to do what I've told you to do on far too many occasions," I reminded her. "That's going to change, starting tonight," I declared. "Isn't it?"

"Yes Master."

"Now slave, just to clarify this point, if your Master makes a suggestion to you; perhaps it's a suggestion that you might do something to prepare yourself for Him the next time He visits, or perhaps your Master requests that you to choose between several options He gives you. What do you think that means to you, slave?" I asked. 

"It means I should do it?" She asked. 

"Close," I said, lightly touching the ruler to her bottom, causing her to flinch slightly. "It means that any suggestion, or request; even an idle request, you will treat as if it were a direct order from your Master," I stated. "Is that clear?"

"Yes Master."

"So tell me, slave, why do you want to follow your Master's orders?" I inquired. She hesitated, unsure of how to answer. SLAP! "Allow me to remind you. You want to follow your Master's orders because it pleases Him that you do so, and you do want to please your Master, don't you slave?" 

"Yes Master."

"Yes Master," I repeated, disparagingly. "You're starting to sound like a robot. I don't appreciate that. You may be my slave, but you still have a brain. Yes, you will use the honorifics: Master or Sir, when you address me, but I expect you to be more animated and descriptive with your responses to me," I instructed. "Lets try this again. You do want to please your Master, don't you slave?" I asked.

"Yes Master, I want to please you," She tried.

"Much better, slave, I'm pleased," I praised her.

"So, how often does my slave have to do what her Master tells her to do?" I asked. 

"All the time, Master," she said quietly. 

"Very Good. Now tell me slave, what if you don't feel like doing what your Master wants? What if perhaps you feel that his request is not 'practical?' What will you do then, slave?" I laid the ruler on her butt and held it there as I asked this last question.

"I will do what my Master tells me to do," She said apprehensively. 

"That's right, slave. Don't forget this the next time your Master tells you to wear a skirt when you feel that it's too cold out to be comfortable. Remember that your comfort is not important, your obedience is! Are you clear on this aspect of your submission to me, my slave?" 

"Yes Master, I am."

"Now, tell me slave, what does no mean?" I asked. She did not respond; not surprising considering it seemed to be a non-sensible question. SLAP! "Pay close attention, slave. No means yes," I said slowly and deliberately. "Allow me to clarify this for you. Perhaps I'm being redundant and repetitive, but I want you to be clear on the fact that as a slave you must always obey your Master. You may say no to me, and so I may have to discipline you before you will do what I ask you to do, but ultimately, you WILL do my bidding!" SLAP! "Won't you, slave?" I asked with passion. 

"Yes Master! I will do whatever you say," She agreed rather loudly. I don't think she liked the ruler.

"Now listen very closely. There is one exception to this rule, and only one, and that exception is when you use your safe word. If you say 'RED LIGHT,' that will end that particular Master/slave scene immediately. Do you understand?" 

"Yes Master, I understand." 

"I also want you to learn to use 'YELLOW LIGHT', which will mean: I'm close to my limit, or you are pushing one of my personal barriers and I may red light you if you push any farther. This is valuable feedback for me in our play. Are you clear on this as well?" I asked. 

"Yes, Master, I'm clear," she agreed. 

"Good. I'm glad to hear that, because you can expect that from time to time I will be pushing your barriers," I stated.

"The reason I'll be pushing them is twofold. First of all, I'll push your barriers because I want you to become comfortable with actually using your safe words. Remember, this is a safety net for both of us. Second, I'm going to push your barriers because I want to provide you with the opportunity to grow past some of your inhibitions; and if I don't push your limits, you won't have that opportunity for growth. Do you have any questions about any of this so far, slave?"

"No Master, I understand."

"I'm glad to hear that, slave." I declared.

"So, my slave, let's continue on. Am I correct in assuming that you don't like the ruler that I've been using on you this evening?" I inquired. 

"No Master, it hurts!" She said with heat. 

"Good! It's supposed to hurt. You've teased me in the past: saying that I can't properly discipline you because you like being spanked. Well, for disciplining purposes, you now know what you can look forward to if you displease me. Disciplining you will be solely for MY pleasure; and believe me, slave, I find that I like disciplining you," I threatened.

"So, let's recap. Who are you?"

"I'm your slave, Master," she stated. 

"And who am I?" 

"You're my Master," she responded. 

"And what does my slave need to do to please her Master?" 

"I need to do whatever my Master tells me to do." 

"What does no mean, slave?" I asked. 

"No means yes, Master," She responded. 

"That's right," I said. "You will do everything that I tell you to do whether you want to or not. What will you do, however, if you feel that I'm pushing you too far?" 

"I'll use my safe words, Master," She said. 

"Very good. If you always remember these points, you'll be a happy and fulfilled slave. Happy and fulfilled because you are pleasing your Master."

"Now my slave, keeping in mind everything we've just gone over, are you ready to have your Master put you to the test tonight; are you prepared to please your Master?"

"Yes Master, I'm ready," she agreed.

"Stand up," I ordered.

I unhooked the cuffs from behind her back and re-fastened them in front. Bending her over the table once again, I ordered: "Spread your legs." Reaching down I started playing with her pussy. I noticed that she was extremely wet. It was very obvious that this scene was exciting her.

I began undressing. When I was naked I went over to her and fingered her pussy some more. Driving two fingers into her cunt elicited a moan of pleasure from her. I explained to her, "I'm going to fuck you now. But first, before I fuck my slave, I want her on her knees so she can make sure her Master is good and hard. Get up." 

Because she was blindfolded and so couldn't see, I helped her down off the table and onto her knees. When she was settled, I demanded: "open your mouth, slut," and then fed her my cock. She loved it when I talked dirty to her.

While she was sucking on me I complimented her, "You have done very well so far this evening, my slave. You have learned that your proper place is to please your Master by catering to all his desires and demands. I am quite pleased so far." 

While I watched her head moving on my cock, further stimulating my already hard erection, I described to her what I was going to do: "I'm going to use you for my pleasure, slave, and when I finally cum; I'm going to cum in your mouth. Being a good slave, you will then show me what a slut you are by swallowing what I have put in your mouth." 

She stopped moving, but before she could move her mouth off my cock, I grabbed her head and held her there, continuing to slowly move my cock in and out of her mouth.

I continued, "Now I know that in the past you've had challenges with not being able to swallow cum; you don't like its texture; it makes you gag. What I want you to know, slave, is that I'm not interested in your excuses or logical arguments about why you can't do this. Swallowing your Master's cum is something that you can, and you WILL learn to do. It may take a while before you're comfortable with doing this: but then again it may not. You are after all, highly motivated," I reminded her. "You do want to please your Master, don't you slave?" I asked, pulling her mouth away from my cock so she could answer.

"Yes Master," She confirmed. "I do."

I put my cock back in her mouth while I asked, "You want to prove to me that you're a good slave, don't you?" Again I pulled her off so she could answer. 

"I do, Master," She agreed. I thought she sounded somewhat doubtful though.

"Tell me, slave, what does your Master want to do?" I asked her. 

"My Master wants to fuck me," She teased.

"Your Master wants to cum in his slave's mouth and then have her swallow it." I corrected. "Now say it properly. Or would you like some more of the ruler?" I demanded. 




The Training



"No Master, I'm sorry Master. My Master wants to cum in my mouth and have me swallow it." She repeated contritely.

"That's right, and what does my slave want to do?" I inquired. 

"Your slave wants to please her Master," she evaded.

"And what does my slave want to do to please her Master?" I insisted, lightly touching the ruler to her back.

"Your slave wants her Master to cum in her mouth so she can swallow it," She finally allowed.

"That's right, slave," I said placing the ruler down on the table. "But before I do this, I want my slave to show she is earnest in her desire, I want her to beg her Master for his cum," I demanded. "Beg, say: Please Master, cum in your slave's mouth, she wants to swallow your cum," I instructed. She hesitated then repeated me, but with little enthusiasm. "Again slave, and this time make me believe you are earnest in your desire to do this," I warned.

She said it again, but still she lacked conviction. "Get up," I ordered. Turning her toward the table, I bent her over the table again. "Spread your legs, slut. Do I have to tell you every time?" I taunted.

"I'm not convinced that my slave is sincere in her desire to please her Master," I stated. Picking up the ruler once more I said, "You obviously need some extra motivation. I shall supply it." 'SLAP!' "Tell your Master what you want, slave."

"Please Master, your slave wants you to cum in her mouth; she wants to swallow your cum." 'SLAP!'

"I don't believe you." 'SLAP!' "Try it again!"

"Please Master, cum in your slave's mouth, she wants to swallow your cum!" 

"You sound a bit more sincere slave, but I'm still not convinced. Make me believe you!" 'SLAP!'

'YELLOW LIGHT,' she said instead.

"Very good slave, I'm proud of you for using one of your safe words." I paused then said, "But no, I'm not going to let you off that easily. If you want to stop this here, you'll have to 'RED LIGHT' me. I'll be ok with it if you do, but tell me, do you really want to give up so easily?" She hesitated for a second.

"No Master," She finally said, very meekly.

"Then make me believe you want to please your Master. Make me believe you want to take my cum in your mouth and swallow it all. Say it so I will believe it!"

"Please Master, I WANT to swallow your cum! I really do! Let me show you!"

"Very well, slave. Now I believe you."

Moving behind her, I slid my extremely hard dick into her pussy and started to slowly fuck her. After about a minute of this I reached up and untied her blindfold and removed it. I then explained to her: "When I'm ready, slave, I will say 'down!' You will immediately slide off the table and drop to your knees, taking my cock into your mouth. Do you understand?" 

"Yes Master, I understand," she agreed.

"We will practice this a few times until I'm satisfied that you are fast enough. Are you ready slave?" 

"Yes Master, I'm ready." 

"Ok then, down!" I stepped back and to the left while she got down off the table and onto her knees, searching for my dick. Finally, she got it into her mouth.

"Ok, let's try that again. You'll need to be a lot faster than that." I criticized. "Get up." She got back up and into position and I started fucking her again. "Down!" This time she was faster, though still a bit awkward. By the fourth attempt she was down on her knees with my dick in her mouth fast enough to satisfy me.

"Ok slave that was pretty good. Remember though; you are not to lose a single drop of your Master's cum." 

Once she was back in position, I resumed fucking her.

"Ok slave, tell me everything that you're going to do when I yell 'down,' explain to me how you are going to please your Master," I instructed. 

"I'm going to get down on my knees and put my Master's cock in my mouth as fast as I can. When my Master comes, I'm going to swallow it all."

"Yesss," I hissed, feeling myself getting close. "Beg for your Master's cum now, slut, and don't stop begging for it until I give it to you," I demanded.

"Please Master, cum for me so I can take you in my mouth and swallow all of your cum. I want my Master to cum in my mouth. I want to taste your cum, Master," She went on.

With her litany urging me on, I felt my orgasm building, cresting. After several more hard thrusts, I grabbed my dick, pinching it at the base to hold the cum back and yelled, "DOWN!"

She was down on her knees locking her lips around my dick in almost no time. With one hand holding her head in place, I relaxed the grip on my cock and let my cum shoot into her mouth. I moaned as I came and said, "That's it, take my cum slut. Suck my dick, swallow it all!" Much to my satisfaction, she did just that. She didn't gag or anything, as she told me she always had in the past.

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed. "That was amazing. I'm very proud of you my slave. I guess you just needed the right incentive, didn't you? Tell me my slut, what do you have to say to your Master?"

"Thank you, Master."

"You're welcome, slave."



The Training



The Terrorist Groups Infiltration Strategy, or TGIS for short, is an extremely-closely guarded secret of the European Community. It has been in existence for three years and is basically a spy network. I am no longer Pia Matteri. I am now Operative 43 and my ground, as we call it, is southern Switzerland and northern Italy. I am fluent in Italian, French and English and I am currently monitoring, from within, three neo-Nazi groups. 

What I am going to tell you is what happened to me during the final part of my training in Scotland. But firstly, a bit of background: I had been a member of Interpol for just over two years with three citations and two important arrests bringing an escaped murderer and an internationally wanted paedophile to justice. One night, out of the blue, I was approached by a senior officer from Interpol and a beautiful but silent, foreign-looking woman. The officer was a recruiting agent for TGIS and in half an hour I was hooked. One of the stipulations, and there were many, was that I should be single with no dependents. My short-lived marriage had ended before I joined Interpol when I caught my husband in bed with my aunt so the stipulation proved to be no problem.

The training and induction took place over a four month period in five secret locations somewhere in Germany, France, Switzerland, Ireland and Scotland. We learned everything that could be learned about making and defusing bombs; guns and neutralising ammunition; unarmed combat; terror cells and their relationship with each other. Then those of us who made the grade were divided into sectors depending on our fluency in languages and our physical looks. I have dark hair and brown eyes and have been told in the past that I have the Latin look; hence my placing in the so-called Italian sector.

The final three weeks of our training prior to deep induction into our "ground", or the groups we would try and infiltrate, was concerned with questioning and torture techniques. The look of horror on several faces was met with a curt reminder that we would be dealing with dangerous people and not boy scouts or girl guides. We were shown filmed torture methods which were pretty horrific and also, strangely enough, not very effective. One hooded man who was tied to a plank and constantly submerged in water to the point of drowning refused even to give his name and nationality. Another who was burned with cigarettes and electrodes merely screamed and cried. The success rate for such questioning methods we were duly informed was around 22% and involved delay and international disapproval (Guantanamo for example). 

"Some terrorists will use the methods you have just seen if you are unlucky to be caught out. My advice is die quickly and save yourself the pain," spoke the male instructor. "However, the more intelligent terrorist will use a variety of methods ranging from brutality to threats against your family to truth serums to poring out their love for you."

Many of us were perplexed but he didn't explain further.

Later, at dinner, I was seated next to my room mate, Anya, a blonde Russian ex-Olympian athlete who spoke 8 languages fluently and was extremely pretty. "I have heard that we are going to be vaccinated against truth serums so that won't be a problem. But I don't like the idea of brutality."

"Me neither," I said. "I think we just have to be careful we don't end up being tortured."

Before we said any more, our instructor called for our attention. "After you finish your dinner go to your rooms. You will find clothes that have been left out for you. Get showered and changed. It is the responsibility of your room mate to ensure that you do change. Is that clear?" Everyone answered yes. "Meet in the common room at 7 sharp."

Anya and I wordlessly went up, not knowing what to expect. We closed the door behind us and saw two boxes on the beds. Our names were written across the top. I opened mine and saw a short black dress. Frowning, I looked across at Anya who was holding up an identical dress except it was white. She looked in the box and her eyes lit up. I took out the black dress and saw, underneath, sheer black stockings and a set of royal blue underwear; silk and lace bra and thong and suspender belt. They looked expensive, new and possibly uncomfortable. Never in my life had I worn a thong or suspenders and stockings. Anya's set of underwear was a mint green colour of the same design.

I must have been shaking my head because Anya reminded me, "Remember what he said. I'm responsible for you. So get into the shower, Pia." 

I was soaping myself down, thinking to myself what the hell was going to happen? Why the clothes? I always felt happy in my casual t shirts and training bottoms, never mind my plain cotton pants and tennis bras. Anya's knocking on the door put an end to my thinking.

While Anya was in the shower I started to change. I put the bra on and was actually surprised by how comfortable it felt. My nipples had stiffened a bit after the shower as they always tend to do and I could feel them pushing against the silk and lace. I thought to forego the thong as nobody would notice but I slipped into the sheer nylons and I have to admit they did feel nice. Strange but nice. I put on the suspender belt and hooked up the nylons but it somehow didn't feel right. I could hear Anya drying herself so I swiftly pulled on the black dress and adjusted myself.

Anya came out. She wore the towel over her damp hair and was naked apart from that. Instantly I felt a pang of jealousy when I saw her toned athlete body and stiff breasts. And for the first time in my life I saw a woman with no hair between her legs. I must have been staring because Anya smiled and said, "I see you're ready."

"Oh, yes. I suppose I am."

"Right, you check me. I check you."

"Pardon," I answered, taken aback.

"Responsibility, remember?"

She put on her bra first and said, "bra." Then she slipped on the thong, turned around and pulled it between the tight cheeks of her bottom, saying "thong." Then she slowly pulled on the white stockings, smoothing them over her thighs. "Stockings." Next came the suspender and she expertly slipped this around her hips and attached it to the stocking tops. "Suspender belt."

While I was watching her, transfixed, I felt a little something between my legs; a tiny touch as if someone was touching me with the tip of a feather.

"Now show me, Pia."

"P.. P.. Pardon? What?" I stammered.

"Show me that you have put on all your underwear."

"The hell I will."

She came over to me and whispered fiercely, "I don't know what game they are playing here tonight but I do know that if you are not dressed fully I will be held responsible."

Her stare was challenging and she reached for the hem of my dress but I brushed her hands away. "OK," I sighed, "I get the message."

I removed the dress and saw Anya suppress a smile. "Almost sexy, apart from one little detail," she said. "Where are they?"

I sighed again, reached under my pillow and removed the thong.

"Go!" she ordered.

"Well, turn around!" I said, my face becoming crimson.

As Anya turned round and started slipping the white dress over her head I quickly slipped out of my white cotton pants and eased the thong up my legs, feeling the lace brush my skin. The elastic of the thong settled immediately in the depth between my bottom cheeks and I eased it down.

"OK. Finished," I said.

Anya turned around and immediately made a face. "Er, you need a bit of help, Pia."

"What?"

"Well, first of all, you need a trim. Your hairs are showing and that's bad. And secondly your belt is all wrong."

I looked down at the thong between my legs and knew she was right. It looked as if a hairy animal was squashed in there. All I could do was look at her with a helpless expression.

"I'm not used to dressing like this," I sighed. "Will it matter?"

"My guess? Yes, it will. For whatever their plans are tonight, if they want us to look like lingerie models, we have to be look like lingerie models."

"OK," was all I could offer.

"You want me to help you?"

I nodded but then whispered, "If you tell anyone I'll have to kill you."

She frowned at the task ahead. "And vice versa, Pia."

I removed my thong, belt and stockings as Anya got out her scissors and battery-operated razor. She motioned for me to lie on my back on the bed. 

There was total silence as she began snipping away and I tried to mentally remove myself from the situation by thinking of the course and certain theoretical concepts we had gone through. Then I felt Anya spreading my legs apart and it became impossible to think of anything else. I heard the razor start and felt Anya's hand stretching the skin down below. When the razor came into contact with the stubble just above my clitoris I jerked.

"Sorry," said Anya. "But if I don't do this properly it'll itch like mad."

For two minutes she shaved the whole area without causing me too much discomfort or embarrassment. When the razor was switched off I felt really relieved.

"All done."

"Thanks," I felt I had to say that as I'm sure it wasn't entirely enjoyable for her either. Afterall, neither of us were lesbians. And I was pretty sure, like me, she wasn't bisexual.

"Now put the thong on first," she handed it to me.

The difference was huge. I felt the material against my sex which I never did before. The feeling gave me goose-pimples in a nice way. Strange but nice. But I still did not like the invasive elastic between my cheeks and tried to lower it.

"No. It must disappear into the valley like this," admonished Anya, as she pulled the thong up at the back. As she did so the lace rubbed against my clitoris. "When it's wedged in your bottom you feel sexy. Now the suspender."

I put the suspender belt on and she adjusted it to the correct position. Next came my stockings and she showed me how to connect them to the straps.

As I eased the dress on she nodded and complimented me, "Now you look beautiful."

"You too," I said. And I meant it because she definitely was.

When we made our way down towards the common room I realised with some embarrassment that my thong was moist.

When we all came together I saw that all the room-mates were dressed similarly in black and white tuxedos or dresses. I found sitting down awkward as I was very conscious of the thong elastic nestling in the crack of my bottom and the gentle swish of the stockings as I crossed my legs.

Our mutual admiration however was short-lived as the instructor entered, flanked by two male and two female operatives. "Listen up, everybody. The twenty of you who remain will be divided into five teams of four. Two teams of female and three of male." 

He then proceeded to call out the names of each group and we were told to stand to one side. In Group B, I was called out first, followed by Anya, then a French woman called Lisette and a Bulgarian called Hanna. Dark-skinned Lisette was possibly even more beautiful than Anya and she reminded me of Halle Berry in 'Gothika'. Hanna was blonde and petite and quite innocent looking.

"Remember, this session is about questioning techniques," went on the instructor. "The first named in each of the groups has secret information, it is up to the rest of you to get it. Each group will be assigned an instructor to tell you how to get that information. Now, the first named in each group, please step forward."

With some trepidation I approached and was shown a slip of paper with the name of a person. I memorised it and returned to my group.

"One final warning," spoke the instructor. "To show you that we take this seriously: If you divulge the name you have been given you are a liability and will be asked to pack your bags and return home. If any interrogator eases up in their duty they too will leave this course. You will each be questioned over the course of tonight and tomorrow and you will each have the chance to interrogate and be interrogated. Any questions?"

There weren't any so we silently trooped off with our instructors. Our team was allocated to a pretty Japanese woman we knew as Mitzi. At this point I must admit that I was scared of the unknown. Yet I realised they would not have had me dress in sexy clothes if they were going to beat the information out of me.

Mitzi led us out of the main building into a small concrete outhouse then she turned on us. I saw a flicker of something in her eyes as she looked at me for the first time.

"Lock the door!" she commanded. "Why are you not restraining her? She is a prisoner!"

Hanna and Lisette, startled by her tone of voice, grabbed my arms and held them behind my back.

"Has anyone thought of checking her for weapons, suicide capsules or recording material?"

Anya hesitated so Mitzi barked, "I'll do it then you three take over the interrogation."

She came over to me and told me to open my mouth. I thought I'd act like a real prisoner and refused to cooperate. She slapped me. Hard. Tears formed in my eyes and I quickly opened my mouth. She seemed disappointed.

"No capsules!"

Then she ran her fingers through my hair and behind my ears, checking no doubt for wires. Her fingers kneaded my shoulders and probed along the neckline of my dress. She stared into my eyes and I began to understand what she was about to do. My body tensed as she slowly ran her hands down over my breasts, squeezing firmly, and on down my sides. Still looking into my eyes, she knelt in front of me, removed my shoes and slowly traced her hands up my stocking-clad legs, squeezing the inside of my thighs as she progressed higher.

"Tell us the name and I will stop!"

I shook my head and I thought she was going to smile. Her probing fingers reached the limit of my legs and fluttered over the silk and lace. My legs almost gave way but I was determined to show no weakness because I knew she would play on it. Suddenly, without warning, she slipped a finger inside the elastic and entered my moist fanny. My legs faltered and, just as I groaned, she wriggled her finger about while her thumb pressed down on my clitoral hood.

"The name?"

I gritted my teeth and shook my head fiercely from side to side. I wasn't sure if what had just happened constituted sexual molestation or the practice of interrogation. But I knew I was being given a choice to stay or to go. Mitzi removed her finger and patted my thong.

"She's all yours, ladies!"

She told them to bring me over to a table where my hands were bound tightly above my head and my legs were forced apart and held by foam-covered straps on each side.

Mitzi called Anya, Lisette and Hanna to one side and told them what to do. Over the noise of my own heartbeat and almost silent sobs I could hear parts of the conversation. No mercy ..... the name ..... cunt ..... nipples ..... no time for inhibitions ..... the tools.

It didn't take long to find out what the tools were. The straps that bound my legs were hoisted about two feet into the air and I watched, dumbstruck, as my dress slowly cascaded down my legs, displaying my suspenders and blue thong. I hoped the dampness wasn't showing through. I fought back the sobs as I saw Mitzi easing herself onto a high chair with a clipboard on her lap. Then I saw Anya's face at the foot of the table, between my legs. I couldn't detect any sympathy from my room-mate.

"Last chance. Do you want to tell us the name?" Anya's voice sounded strange.

"What name?" I was dreading the humiliation and the revulsion for having other females doing anything sexually-motivated to me. I had never in my life entertained the thought. Yet, throwing in the towel was not in my plans.

A velvet blindfold was tied carefully over my eyes but, under it, I still closed my eyes for the ordeal and then immediately felt hands softly caressing my thighs, up and down and inside and outside. Then I felt more hands over my breasts gently squeezing and massaging. The tears began to flow silently now as Anya kept up a steady, rhythmic request for the name. Just the name and I would be free.

The fingers now crept up to the bare skin between stocking tops and my thong, teasing and caressing. My breasts were still being fondled and then I felt hot breath on my neck. I briefly wondered if it was Hanna or Lisette who was whispering in my ear, "Tell us the name!" Then, simultaneously, I felt a wet tongue in my ear and several fingers dancing over my thong. To my dismay I realised that my own body was betraying me and causing my sex and thong to become wet. I knew with certainty then that the wetness on the thin blue material would soon be visible. I felt a fingernail scratching and teasing the material that covered my sex.

Frantically I tried to think of something not even remotely connected with how my body was reacting. Then suddenly there was silence and the hands ceased their movement. With some elation I thought that was all there was to it. Mistake!

I heard something being shifted around and then I felt something hard and cold against the back of my right knee. 

A sharp shock. My leg spasmed in response. "What the .....?" I thought.

The other knee. Then the front of my thigh. I realised these were very minor currents of electricity but in the right position they were powerful enough to cause the body to spasm. The sole of my foot. The back of my hand. Higher on my thigh. My hip.

"What is the name?" asked Lisette.

I remained silent.

Then I felt the electric rod in that area between stocking and thong. The jolts came: one, two, three, four, five. I thought I needed to pee. Then again on the other leg: one, two, three, four, five. My legs and pelvic area were trembling. The muscles reacting to the stimuli.

"The name?"

I gritted my teeth. Then the rod was placed directly over my thong-covered clitoris. I think I screamed when a prolonged current left me jerking like mad. The electric current wasn't really painful but I could damn well feel it and in its immediate aftermath I felt an intense rush. Hard to explain if you've never felt it.

"The name?"

"Go to hell!" I grunted. My jerking abated just long enough for them to home in on the clitoris again. I screamed once more. With stunning clarity I realised that my clitoris was rigid, straining against the lace and silk. And I realised also that I was very wet now.

The shocks stopped and my breathing and spasms slowed down. 

"Look how wet her thong is!"

I suddenly felt very naked and exposed and immensely embarrassed.

"She must be a lesbian," purred Hanna. "She's enjoying this."

"Let's look under her thong," suggested Lisette. "I want to see her fanny."

"Hey, Pia, can we all look in your thong and see just how wet you are?" asked Anya, her voice sounded like a schoolgirl threatening me.

For some reason I remembered what she looked like when she emerged from the bathroom and my clitoris gave an involuntary twitch. Stop it, I screamed silently to myself, these thoughts aren't you!

"If you don't give us the name we'll look," warned Anya.

I didn't answer and then I felt fingers go under the crotch of the thong, the knuckles rubbing against my sex. Suddenly I felt cool air down there. I think I began sobbing again.

"She's shaved down there. Look how wet she is," purred Lisette.

Fingers pulled my sex lips apart and touched my rigid clitoris and I felt some liquid escape and run down into the valley, as Anya called it.

"Maybe we should film this, show it to the others. Put it on YouTube even. Would you like that, Pia?" Hanna's voice was taunting now.

"This will make her give up the name," I heard Lisette say, followed by several gasps. I strained to look down but could see nothing through the blindfold. Then I heard a buzzing sound and my mind went into overdrive. I had no idea what they were planning and yet, in one dark corner of my brain, I hoped it would give me orgasmic joy. I couldn't possibly be more embarrassed and I knew my clitoris was still itching for attention. My nipples too felt hard and sore. I was intensely aroused despite the fact that I still detested the thought of being touched intimately by another female. Never mind having an audience as well.




The Training



Suddenly I felt something vibrating against my inner thigh, sliding down towards my sex. I knew then I was very close to the point of no return. This thing touched my sex, rubbing up and down. I could feel its shocking vibrations as my sex began to open up. Then, without warning, it penetrated my sex. My whole body jerked and I let out a yelp. It was pulsating deep within me. I desperately wanted to wrap my legs around it but it was impossible. Whoever was operating it was slowly moving it in and out of me.

There wasn't a sound from the others and I could only imagine they were gaping at the sight of me. I imagined Anya's thong had become saturated with lust and I couldn't wait to get my revenge. When it's her turn to be questioned I'll be in charge, I thought. I wanted to get Lisette too. And Hanna. Despite the fact that I didn't want to dwell on what was happening, the emotions were just overpowering.

I knew it was just a matter of seconds before I would explode. Every muscle in my arms and legs and stomach was straining with the effort of resistance. My stockinged feet had curled inwards and my hands were gripping their bonds really tightly.

Then it seemed as though a stiff part of the same vibrating thing had somehow found my exposed clit. Some madly pulsating point was being pushed right up against the acutely sensitive head of the clitoris and I screamed in ecstacy. Fingers exposed the clitoral hood even further and pressed the pink bud against the throbbing point. My body stiffened for just a millisecond before shaking in a terrible frenzy. My scream gave way to a prolonged moan. And I came. I came as I never imagined I could. 

When my body had ceased shaking I felt the vibrating thing being slowing removed from my sex. And I felt a flow of liquid follow in its wake. Someone quickly replaced the thong and it became soaked.

My blindfold was removed and so were my bonds but even with tear-filled eyes I could see Mitzi with one hand squeezed tightly between her inner thighs. Anya's face appeared in front of me; she looked different now.

"Right," Mitzi broke the silence in the background. "That's the first session over. Well done everyone!"

"You OK?" Anya whispered, helping me to my shaky feet

I took a breath and looked at her with triumph in my eyes, "Is that the best you can do then?"

She smiled and winked at me.



The Training



Due to financial concerns, the chief agreed that the department would pay for the training but not the transportation to and from it. The desire to go to the training was enough motivation to offer to drive my personal vehicle for the entire trip and not turn in for any vehicle expenses. When I was asked if I could take a passenger I was apprehensive. Given the other employees in the department there was only a couple that I could stand being alone with for more than a few minutes. When I found out it was Cindy my mind began thinking things I shouldn't be thinking or at least thinking about that much. The daydreams were getting more and more graphic. They were even starting to develop into dreams while sleeping. We had discussed the fact that we both enjoyed the idea of "us" but didn't want to ruin the very open friendship we had developed.

As far as road trips go, the planning for this one seemed to be as normal as any other. This fact alone was surprising given all the teasing, joking and sexual tension that existed before the training was scheduled. All that continued with no mention of the fact that there was 3 nights that we would be alone in a motel in a different city.

As I pulled into the parking lot I saw Cindy anxiously awaiting my arrival. I assumed the fact that I was 10 minutes late was the primary reason. After tossing the bags into the back seat of the van she eased into the passenger seat. It was then that I noticed that Cindy was wearing sweat pants and a small t-shirt. How I didn't notice it before is beyond me. I always seemed to notice what she was wearing before. Maybe I was trying not to notice how cute she was at 3am, hair slightly mussed up, droopy eyes and all. After pulling her pant legs passed her knees, she pulled her legs up under her gave me a wonderful view of those fabulous, toned legs. I wanted to reach out and rub them before we even hit the road. Forcing my mind back to driving, I explained the directions and passed them off to my co-pilot for the trip.

Once we hit the interstate, the cruise control was locked in place. After exhausting all the complaints about work, the conversation changed over to personal complaints. Since that was one of our favorite topics to start with it was exhausted shortly too. At least I thought it was exhausted.

Cindy then made a comment about being uncomfortable and climbed to the middle seat to reach her bag for a change of clothes. As usual I made a comment about her flashing me while she changed. Butt high in the air as she stretched over the seat, she reached back and quickly yanked the back of her pants down and back up, giving me a quick view of what appeared to be a wonderfully firm ass.

Giggling the whole time she turned around and bounced down on the seat, asking, "Was that good enough?"

Of course it wasn't, but I wasn't about to tell her that. Quietly and hopefully secretly I adjusted the growing bulge in my pants and replied, "That was wonderful. I hope I get to see more as the weekend goes on."

With a sly grin that I hadn't seen before, all she said was "We'll see."

Under a blanket she was able to change into those gray shorts she wore the night she stayed at the station all night. Seeing them reminded me of the very small lace g-string she was wearing that night. On a chance I asked if she was wearing them again. She said no. Disheartened by this, I assumed it was over. Glancing in the rearview mirror again, I was greeted by the sight of her shorts around her knees and an even smaller g-string. I was speechless. Even with all our teasing before I didn't expect this. Noticing my bewilderment, Cindy asked if I liked them. Throwing caution to the wind I answered that I loved them and wished I could see what was under them too. Not surprisingly she pulled her shorts back up without a word. She climbed back into the passenger seat quietly. I surprised myself when I reached out and laid my hand on her thigh. "Hey, I was only kidding, like I always do. You know I'm a horndog. Sorry if I went too far." She looked at me with those big brown eyes and said there was no reason to be sorry; she knows I'm always horny. She also made no attempt to remove my hand.

As the miles passed we sat quietly enjoying the sunrise and the scenery. I was still enjoying the scenery inside the van as well. My hand hadn't moved from her leg for miles and she hadn't removed it either. Probably unconsciously from being so horny I started to gently squeeze and massage Cindy's leg as I drove. I thought I heard a slight moan and felt her move her leg press harder into my hand, but figured I was just imagining things. When she placed her hand on mine and let me continue I knew I wasn't imagining things.

Deciding it was time to take a break and stretch the legs, I pulled into the next rest area. We both hopped out making no mention of what had been happening. Trying to appear to be a gentleman, I was waiting when she exited the restroom. Surprisingly she came to me and wrapped her arms around me looked into my eyes and asked if I was ready to head back out. If the building had been less occupied I might have disagreed, but reluctantly I agreed and headed out. Walking to the van provided yet another surprise as Cindy took my hand and pulled herself close like we were two young lovers just fallen for each other. Back in the van, Cindy took my hand and placed it back on her thigh.

As we were back on the road in the morning sun hunger raised its ugly head. Looking for somewhere quick and easy, we hit the nearest McDonalds we could find. Not the best, but it can pass for food in a pinch.

The day passed quickly as the conversation floated between everyday life and the sexual teasing that always exists. Indiana came and went, Illinois came and went, Missouri was finally here. After a quick stop in St. Louis, the last part would pass as quickly as the rest of the day. Missouri was gone & Kansas was here. Although exhaustion was starting to set in, we were both excited to finally get out of the van for good.

Someone must have been looking out for me that day, adjoining rooms. Wanting to relax for the first time we decided that a nice sit-down restaurant would be a great change. Doing a quick phonebook check (and the always expected disagreement about what cuisine to have) we decided that Dick Clark's American Bandstand Grill sounded interesting.

A quick shower sounded inviting. A shared shower sounded better, but I figured that was only a dream. Surprisingly Cindy left her side of the adjoining door open. Thinking it was an accident I started to unpack. Imagine my surprise when I felt a pair of arms encircle my waist and pull me back into an extremely comfortable "reverse hug." In a voice I'd never heard before Cindy asked if I was ready for our shower. Assuming nothing I played surprised as she restated that WE should head to the shower so we can get going. Never one to pass an opportunity like this I dropped everything and was gladly led to her bathroom.

She made me stop as we entered the bathroom. Cindy then looked at me with sparkling eyes that told me I was in for the treat of my life. Pulling her t-shirt over her head I finally saw the sports bra I had always heard about. They look terrible, but on this day I was looking beyond it. Once it was removed I was in heaven. Cindy's hand filling chest was a perfect match to her body. It finally dawned on me; I would finally get to see what was behind the lace I was wondering about many hours before. Slowly she slid her shorts down and jokingly kicked them in my face. Not wanting to look like the pervert we all know I am, I resisted the temptation to hold them close and enjoy their womanly smell.

Leaving her g-string on, Cindy asked if I was going to get undressed or just shower in my clothes. As they went flying I didn't care if I did tear my own t-shirt as it came off. Now naked with a very painful erection I wasn't sure what to expect next. Stepping under the water Cindy seemed to glow as the water encased her sweet frame. Once soaking wet she decided it was time to tease me again as she pulled the g-string tight and highlighted her neatly trimmed mound.

Reaching out I pulled her close for our first real kiss. Our mouths met each other under the pouring shower in a powerful kiss that seemed like it would never end. Even though the kiss ended we still held each other close massaging each other's body with our own. Feeling her nipples grow harder against my chest only caused my cock to grow harder against her stomach.

"Seems like we have a little problem here that needs taken care of," she said sweetly as she took a firm grasp of it and started to slowly stroke it.

Dropping to her knees Cindy finally took my cock in her mouth. Gently licking, kissing and nibbling at it from end to end. I had to lean against the wall so I wouldn't fall over from pleasure. Having been partially aroused all day I quickly noticed that familiar feeling rumbling in my balls. Noticing this Cindy decided she wanted more than just a mouthful.

As she stood up she finally dropped the g-string. I finally got to see what I had been waiting to see for more than a year. A neatly trimmed "landing strip" pointed the way to her engorged mound. Her lips were just starting to separate like a flower just beginning to bloom. For easy access she slid a foot up to the edge and pulled me close. I reached down and gently spread those luscious lips. Gently massaging her clit caused a short but sweet pause in our mission. Cindy started to slide the tip up and down her slit making sure to hit her clit more than once. The moment I had dreamed about finally arrived as she took my cock and slowly slid it into her now dripping slit. Pushing hard I overcame her teasing and plunged as deep as I could in the first stroke. Reaching around I grabbed her ass cheeks and held her there for a moment as we started another tongue wrestling session. The warm tightness of her pussy caused my hips to start moving, sliding my cock in and out, making sure to hit every inch on each stroke. Feeling my cum start to move again I start pounding harder and harder. I quickly pulled out and blew a massive load of seed all over her belly. With a look of disappointment Cindy soon realized why I had to do that. Pulling her close again I gave her a reassuring hug to remind her that I do think about her often.

Reaching for the soap I started to slowly massage and wash her back as we leaned together. After rinsing I turned her around and from behind I reached around and started scrubbing her stomach. Moving higher I almost forgot to use the soap as I gently rubbed and massaged her tits, paying special attention to her still rock hard nipples. Realizing her state I slide my hands down between her thighs. Putting my whole hand over her mound I gently massaged it. Gently I slid a finger between her lips as they freely slipped apart allowing free access to her also rock hard clit. Concentrating on it alone was easy, as it seemed to reach back to my fingers. As the feeling moved through her body she leaned back into me causing my cock to slip between her ass cheeks. Finally I pushed her over the edge. Her juices flooded my hand and ran profusely down her leg.

Relaxing under the pulsating water as we recovered we still held each other close. Deciding that we should get out before we both became prunes, we shut off the water. Stepping out we realized that we still needed to be touching. Neither seemed to mind as the other gently explored the other's body. Making short work of drying, we headed into the room. Falling on the bed and for some unexplained reason we both start laughing and rolling in each other's arms.

Cindy finally said that we should get going if we wanted to get something to eat. With a sly grin I said that there was only one thing I wanted to eat right now. I rolled her on her back and almost dove between the tanned and toned legs I was dreaming about earlier that day. Opening wide I gently sucked her lips in and slipped my tongue between them. Quickly releasing them I attacked her clit. As I sucked and nibbled on it she started to moan again. When I slipped my tongue in her waiting hole you would have thought she was in pain. She writhed and wiggled until I thought I could no longer hang on. Finally I was rewarded for my "work." Cindy flooded mouth with the musky sweet tasting juice I was waiting for.

Slowly I reawakened realizing something is very different. Primarily it's now dark, but more than that I was interlaced with a soft body that was quietly waking too. Looking deep into each other's eyes we seemed to be on the same thought. Did all of that really happen? Were we now really lovers, friends with benefits or just what was it. Not seeming to care we continued to lie there just enjoying the time together.

Hunger soon touched us again. Silently we get dressed in our separate rooms. The thoughts in my head were circling endlessly; did I just screw up another great friendship because of sex? what would Cindy be thinking about all of this?, and on and on. I poked my head into her room to see if she was ready. Seeing her tight ass in those jeans got another "rise" out of me. Forcing any kind of those thoughts from my head I asked if she was ready. She turned and the look of contentment on her face told me that nothing had changed between us. Since it was later than we had planned, the restaurant wasn't as crowded as it could have been. Asking for a booth we were shown to one in a quiet corner. Cindy slid in facing the rest of the place. I planned to sit across from her, but she kept sliding, leaving plenty of room for me. Accepting the "invitation" I slid in next to her. Any concern I still had about her feelings for what had happened quickly disappeared when she reached out and took my hand in hers. What a fabulous meal, great company and good food. After a couple more drinks we decided that a good night's sleep was needed by both of us.

The tension was thick when we reached the rooms. Nothing was said as we entered. I headed straight for the TV remote and kicked on Discovery Health. After a short trip to the bathroom (alone this time) Cindy headed back to see what I was doing. Flopping down on the bed beside me was the last thing I expected, but she did. Curling up close she tucked her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her close.

As I awoke I realized that we were still arm in arm. Slowly I pulled her close and started to massage her awake too. Those still sparkling eyes slowly opened to meet mine. For the first time we shared a deep, slow romantic kiss instead of the fully sexual kisses we had shared before. Not making a move to take her farther right now seemed to relax her. After a quick confirmation that the alarm was set, we drifted back to sleep.

Startled awake by the clock we realized we needed to head to the conference soon. Choosing separate showers this morning (time didn't allow for a shared one) we quickly re-met ready to head to breakfast. A quick bite downstairs and over to the conference we went, hand in hand. The sessions were interesting but the last 24 hours kept running through my mind interrupting any thoughts about learning. The lack of sleep seemed to be taking its toll too. Finally the classes were over and it was off to the conferences banquet.

Another good meal and finally one that I didn't need to pay for. I didn't realize that dancing was included after dinner. Although fatigue was setting in, once my stomach was full a chance at holding Cindy close again was causing an adrenaline push to keep me going. Not being one to fast dance led to a disagreement that was easily settled once the music turned slow and I quickly took her hand and led her to the dance floor. Finally in each other's arms again felt almost too comfortable. The disagreement continued when the music went back to fast and I tried to leave the floor. Cindy's strength was enough to hold me close to the dance floor and forced me to pick her up and carry her back to the seats. Almost falling over with laughter, we finally made it back to the table. The dance seemed to end as soon as it started. Not realizing it we had just spent the last 3 hours doing nothing but enjoying each other's company.

The long walk back to the rooms seemed much shorter as we walked hand in hand again. After a quick pee break, Cindy once again joined my on my bed. Even with all that had happened I was still slightly surprised when she crawled under my arm again and curled on my shoulder just like she belonged there. As if by intuition we both leaned to the other at the same time. Our lips met once again. Another long sweet kiss that felt like we had been kissing this way for years. Slowly we started to massage each other's back.

Deciding to take the lead, I rolled her on her back and straddled her hips. Still leaned over, I slowly started kissing across her cheek and down to her ear. Gently nibbling on ear brought an unexpected response. I may have found her secret erotic button. Working my way down her lobe to her neck and I got a similar response. Slowly licking, nibbling and kissing down to her throat her moaning seemed to get louder. As I reach the bottom of her throat she reached up and tried to unbutton her blouse, I quickly put an end to that. Grabbing her hands, I pinned them over her head leaving her body unprotected to my oral attack. Not having a free hand only caused a slight delay, as I was able to unbutton her top button with my teeth. I kissed and licked each and every inch of skin that I uncovered. Another button, more skin to enjoy. As her skin was exposed, so was her bra. Ignoring it temporarily, I kissed around it. Once her blouse was completely loose, I attacked that damned sports bra. Grabbing it in my teeth I ripped it up and almost tore it getting it out of the way. As her chest heaved in anticipation, her perfectly sized tits were moving invitingly. Not able to resist, I leaned in and took one in my mouth. Being the perfect size they are, I had almost all of it in before I started teasing her nipple with my tongue. Once I was sure that nipple was hard for the duration, I attacked the other and made that nipple just as hard. Slowly sliding down I teasingly tickled her belly button as I went past. Facing another obstacle, I had to relinquish her hands to unbutton and unsnap her jeans.

Having free hands once again, Cindy reached down and gently grabbed my head. It took a minute before I realized she wasn't stopping me, just guiding me where she wanted. Unbuttoned and unzipped only left a small triangle free for enjoyment, and enjoy it I did. Taking plenty of time I teased her over, around and through another lace g-string. Not being one for taking it slow, I grabbed her jeans and pulled them the rest of the way off.

Now only a thin layer of lace separated me from another taste of the pussy I so desired. With a sly grin I leaned in and slowly licked those covered lips from bottom to top, then back again. Getting a slight taste of the awaiting reward, I gently sucked her entire mound into my mouth. Releasing slightly, I gently dragged my teeth across her clit causing a giant shiver to shake her from head to toe. Using my tongue I slipped the protection to the side and once again I was face to face with those blood engorged lips slowly spreading as if opening just for me. Again taking them into my mouth I suck them hard and causing another shiver. Grabbing that awaiting clit I suck as though I've never tasted one before. A nip, a lick and a suck caused massive trembling throughout her body. Reaching up I gently glide one finger, then two into her moist snatch. I could feel her muscles clenching and unclenching my fingers.

Unbeknownst to Cindy, I had stopped at the gift store earlier and luckily they had my kind and size of condom. Suddenly stopping caused a slight moment of panic in her eyes. As I sat up and stripped off my shirt she seemed to understand. As I slid up her body I left my pants at the bottom of the bed. Reaching down I lay my cock between those same lips and gently slide it up and down causing more pressure on her still engorged clit. Not seeing me reaching over, she seemed surprised (and very pleased) when I slipped the rubber on and gently slid my entire length as deep in her love tunnel as I could. I tried to remain motionless to enjoy the feeling but apparently I had her too excited. Cindy started to move and wiggle trying to force me into a deep stroke. Seeing that I wasn't moving, at least not yet, she started the gentle massage she was doing earlier on my fingers. Unable to stand any more I started pumping like a new oil well trying to draw its first load. I slowed only long enough to push her legs up to my shoulders so I could reach deeper and pump hard. This seemed to please her as she grabbed her ankles and held them closer to her own ears than I thought would be possible. Even though I had shot more loads in the past 24 hours than I had in the previous six months I felt my cum rising again. This time I wasn't going to be denied. One final hard thrust and I lost another massive load. Unfortunately it was held in place by the rubber, but it was still a great release. I decided to keep going as long as I could. I wanted to make sure she finished this way too. With all the teasing and foreplay behind us, it wasn't long before she started that familiar trembling. Reaching down I took her clit gently between my fingers and forced her over the edge. Trembling all over as if having a seizure, she flooded our connection with more juice than I thought was possible. She seemed to pass out for just a moment. When her eyes slowly opened that gleam of contentment was back.




The Training



I slid up behind her and pulled her into a spoon with my now limp dick gently resting between her equally soaked thighs. Reaching over we shared a quick but passionate kiss then snuggled down for a good nights sleep.

Another day of classes was another day of mixed thoughts. The past two days have been some of the best in years. I began to get concerned that it would all end once we got back in the van for that long trip home tomorrow morning. Would tonight be the last night I got to enjoy one of the best tasting pussies I've ever tasted? Would tonight be the last night I got to slip my dick in that wonderfully tight tunnel? Would tonight be the last chance at feeling those sweet lips on mine?

Another great meal with even better company and dancing afterwards. Nothing pointed to the fact that it would all be over tomorrow. We danced the same, held hands the same, and even snuck a kiss on the dance floor near the end of the night. Back to the room still hand in hand as before.

A pee break for both of us as we headed into the rooms. After enjoying a little too much liquid refreshment, I seemed to be standing there forever. Doing a quick stop I sat down to relax and finish. Not paying attention I didn't notice Cindy slip in and start watching. Once I did I started to get hard again. Luckily I was just about finished or there would have been one big mess for the maid to clean up in the morning. As I was about to stand up when Cindy gently pushed me back down and said, "You're not going anywhere yet. It's my turn to make you beg."

With that she slowly pulled off her shirt to reveal a very lacy bra that matched the g-string I saw just a couple days prior. She slowly dropped to her knees as her hands traced down my chest. Taking my quickly growing dick in her hands she leaned in and licked it from its base to the edge of its helmet. Her wet tongue then circled the edge causing me to see stars. Looking up I saw that glimmer that I had grown familiar with and very fond of. I knew that I was in for another wild ride. She then plunged my dick as far as it would go down her throat. All the while her tongue kept circling and teasing. Gathering some semblance of thought, I reached out for her, but my hands were stopped in mid air and placed back to my side. Her hands returned and started a slow massage of my sac as if coaxing another load from its storage. It worked and it worked very well. Amazed that I was able to, I felt another load making that now familiar trip through the pipes and headed to her mouth. By now Cindy was familiar with my movements and started sucking harder. She was soon rewarded with another warm mouthful as I collapsed against the back of the seat. Not ready to end the festivities, Cindy grabbed my hands, pulled me up and escorted my to the bed where she pushed me down. Not sure what to expect next, I gladly followed.

To Be Continued...??



The Training: Aftermath



This is a continuation of my other story: The Training.

Barely eight minutes after my massive orgasm I was walking back towards the Common Room. My clitoris was still very sensitive and I could feel the wetness in my thong, some of which had escaped and now coated my upper thighs. The elastic at the back of the thong was saturated and I felt it more than before between my cheeks.

Hell, I thought, in the space of half an hour I had gone from someone who loathed the thought of sex with another woman to someone who was hoping for more. The difference an orgasm can make! What I had just gone through I never experienced with my ex, Michael, or previous boyfriends. I'd had about 2 orgasms before in my life, now that I recall, but they weren't the shuddering, leg jerkers that left my panties sodden and my clitoris throbbing half an hour later.

We sat in our usual spaces and as I crossed my legs I felt some juice being squeezed out through the material. I immediately uncrossed my legs and probably showed my discomfort as Anya glanced my way and smiled. I noticed for the first time that her nipples were very much in evidence. And so were Lisette's. Hanna sat behind me somewhere so I didn't notice what effect the training had on her.

The instructor came in, followed by Mitzi and several other instructors.

"Well, people, I have news. That training session was the last. Tomorrow morning, at oh-eight-thirty hours those of you remaining on the programme, and I am reliably informed there are just 12, will be briefed before going into the field. There has been some serious activity in Germany, Switzerland and eastern France that requires agents ASAP.

As you can see, there are just 12 of you who finished the training satisfactorily. Well done! Now go get a shower and some sleep."

As far as I could see only five men had survived and seven out of eight women. I saw Hanna who winked at me.

"C'mon," said Anya.

I so needed a shower, I thought as we walked back. And fresh underwear!

As soon as we got back inside our room however, I heard Anya turning the lock. She reached for me and turned me round and, before I could utter my surprise, her hungry mouth was on mine. Some part of my mind was telling me to stop, this wasn't training, but the loudest part was yelling at me 'take her now.'

She was kissing and pushing me back and kneading my back. I felt the backs of my legs against a bed and toppled backwards. Anya was on top of me and I felt her leg pressing in between both of mine; her knee pushing high against my sex through the materials of the dress and thong. Her tongue was in my mouth and I eagerly met it with my own. She moved a hand down and over my hard breast and began to knead the boob and thumb the erect nipple. I was becoming very aroused again but it was difficult to tell if the moisture in my thong was new.

I managed to get my hands onto her hips and I gathered her dress up to her waist. I wanted to feel between her legs; to see if she was as aroused as me (though I think I already knew the answer to that) and to know what it felt like to touch another woman's sex. She pushed against my hip bone and then she let me have access to her. Just as I slipped a hand over her thong she gripped my arm to halt me.

"I've never done this before," she was breathing heavily. "I'm not interested in women! But I know I'll always regret it if I don't make love to you. You understand?"

"Perfectly .... same with me," I managed to answer.

She went back to kissing me. I put my hand right between her legs, over her silk covered mound. The silk was soaked with her juices. I rubbed her slit and could feel the engorged ridge so I concentrated on this, repeatedly flicking my fingernail against it, until I heard her moan loudly. Just as I felt her body start to go rigid I stopped and pushed her off me.

"What?" She seemed stunned.

I smiled. "I want to take your dress off. And I want you to take mine off."

We were soon kneeling on the bed in our underwear. I stared at her nipples poking through the thin material of the bra. Then I reached behind her and freed her, and gently began to massage the hard breasts. Her nipples stood about two centimetres tall. I knew that she craved release. So I pushed her gently back on the bed and spread her legs apart. When I eased myself down to look more closely at her saturated mint-coloured thong I instantly knew what I wanted to do.

I put my nose directly against her slit and smelled the juices soaking through the silk and lace. Breathing her aroma deeply, I flicked out my tongue and tasted some of her fluid. She gave an involuntary shiver. Slowly I began to probe through the thong with my rigid tongue, pushing it into her open slit. Her legs began to slide up and down over the duvet. Gentle moans came from her. I pressed my tongue hard against the ridge of her clit and her body jerked.

Briefly I moved my mouth up to her nipples and pulled at them with my teeth. She clamped my head in her hands and moaned louder. I continued for about a minute then decided I wanted to taste her fully.

My own clitoris, by this time, had become fully erect again and was crying out for attention. The bare skin on the inside of my thighs, between my thong and stockings, was completely coated with my juices. I slipped a hand down inside my thong and was amazed by the how wet and slippery I was. I removed my soaked hand and spread the juices against Anya's stocking over her thigh. The nylon began to glisten.

Slipping two sticky fingers under her messy thong I pulled it to the side to reveal her open slit. It was really wet and I could see a little pool of white liquid just inside her. The ridge of her hood looked very inviting so I lowered my head and wrapped my lips around it. Immediately I felt her tighten her muscles. I sucked on the ridge some more and as she began to moan really loudly I inserted my middle finger as far as it would go into her sex. Her legs were all over the place as though trying to escape the impending rush of pleasure.

I inserted another finger and simultaneously began to work her slit while lapping furiously at her exposed clit. She grabbed a handful of my hair and her thighs tightly clamped around my head, holding me in a vice. It wasn't long before I felt her thrust her pelvis into my face and her legs began to shake violently. Her hips lifted completely off the bed and she gave a muffled scream; her thighs suddenly opened wide and I ended my licking and pumping. Immediately she shut her thighs tightly and I was thankful I'd just removed my head in time. She was coming in waves, holding her fist against her mouth to stop herself screaming. I marvelled at how the muscles of her thighs were shuddering. 

For a full minute she couldn't utter a word as she lay there, trying to regain control of her body. However, I was still as horny as hell and could feel my own clitoris engorged with lust. I moved round on the bed and carefully lifted my leg over her head and positioned myself so that my legs were each side of her head and my sex was hovering over her face. I lowered myself and gently put my hands around the backs of her thighs and tried to tease them apart.

"Huh?" Anya had just come back to life.

"I want some of that!" I gave a little laugh.

"Not sure if I can," she breathed.

Slowly her thighs opened and I stared in awe at her sodden thong. Her orgasm must have been immense according to the extent of saturation. I eased the thong to the side and cream oozed out of her. I lowered my face and began to lap it all up. 

Within half a minute she began squirming again and I then felt her nose and mouth hard against my thong. I used a finger to ease her clitoral hood back to expose the pink bud and slowly brushed my tongue back and forth across it. She responded by inserting a finger under my thong and go deep in me while rubbing my clitoris with her thumb over the drenched material. When I knew that my own orgasm was imminent I used my aggressive tongue to press her clitoral bud back against its hood and my finger. Once again her damp thighs held my head in a vice as another orgasm shook her; instantly she pulled my thong to one side and raked her teeth across my clitoris and it was as though a massive bolt of electricity had shot through me. I literally came in squirts and my face collapsed into her dripping thong.

Half an hour later, we lay in each other's arms in bed. We were too spent to get undressed and have a shower so we lay there entwined in our damp stockings and suspenders and our sodden thongs and the taste of come on our lips. I had never in my life felt so sexy and wanton as I did at that moment.

"Anya," I whispered.

"Yeah?" she breathed in my ear.

"I'm not a lesbian and I'm not into women. I'm just into you."

She turned and kissed me on the mouth.