0 comments/ 4847 views/ 3 favorites Crista Meets Her Match Ch. 01 By: LeopoldNicholas Crista waited nervously sipping her latte, every swing of the coffee shop door vibrating through her body and unsettling further any composure she had left. For ten years she had been faithful, a decade of quiet obedience to social normalcy and family. In her purse were well thumbed pictures of her children, joyful offspring of her long term relationship and the core of her existence. She couldn't really remember when things had changed, wasn't certain when the light bulb finally burned bright in her mind but now, this moment, she found herself sitting fidgety, waiting for the Armageddon she know was coming. At first she had felt in control. What harm could a little conversation do? Perhaps the very action of sharing her need for more would somehow make it seem less weighty. At first things seemed as she had planned. He was nice enough, funny, clever, intriguing, but she was in control and felt free enough to share intimacies normally kept locked deep inside. The day had flown by wonderfully, humdrum activities made almost enjoyable by the steady stream of messages lighting up her cell phone. It took a while for her to realize she was aroused, not the usual physical sensation of wetness resulting from naughty thoughts or actions but something deep inside of her psyche that hadn't been touched for what seemed a lifetime. For the fifth time Crista checked her appearance in the mirrored wall opposite. Money was scarce and the clothes she wore were simply a reflection on the need to spend what cash there was on necessities. The jeans fitted nicely, mid-waist with boot cut legs they accentuated her shape wonderfully. Her white shirt was clean, well pressed and the two open buttons at the top suggested the rise of her cleavage perfectly, the black top nondescript but somehow made the outfit complete. The black flip flops were almost two casual. But she had nice feet, often complimented on and felt quite comfortable showing her carefully painted toe nails. She had avoided making the error of too much makeup. Her eyes were a great feature, just a touch of mascara to the lashes and some darkness added to her well-formed eye brows enhanced her hazel irises depth within sparking white surrounds. A little color to her well-shaped lips and she was happy. Casually she passed the tip of her tongue across their fullness and suddenly realized her mouth was dry. The nervousness made her smile, her wriggling stomach reminded her of the feeling she had when he complimented her as he often did. She flushed a little and knew she was wet again. Her cell phone buzzed, dancing happily across the table as it vibrated. The text was short and frustrating. "You look beautiful. Go to room 211 at the Economy Inn." Crista was a little put out. Firstly he must have seen her and not said hello and going straight to a motel room was a little seedy. The phone danced again. "I need you badly but I want it to be very special." Damn now she was hot. Special? She had no idea what he meant but suddenly she realized her nipples were trying to push their way through bra and shirt simultaneously. Rising hastily she went to the counter to pay for her latte. ."All paid ma'am, the gentleman covered your bill when he left." "Ohh, okay." Crista smiled sweetly at the barista to cover her confusion. "He left this for you." "Thank you." Crista picked up the key-card and walked straight to the motel just next door. Room 211 was on the second floor, at the very end of the block and looked expensive. The room was large, two king beds, a 48" television enclosed in a black lacquered wall unit, a nice looking dining table with two chairs and a comfortable leather look couch and matching lazy-boy. Crista threw her purse on the nearest bed and headed for the bathroom, nerves and coffee were getting the better of her. The bathroom was huge, a tub with water jets and a walk in shower unit large enough for a party. She absent-mindedly started counting the plush towels but gave up at twenty two. The flush of the toilet almost deadened the buzz of the phone still in her purse but somehow she had known it would ring. The text was breathe taking. "Glad you like the room. Lean against the table with your back to the door and no peaking." She heard the door open and with great control just managed to stop herself looking. Her palms were pressed flat on the table's shiny surface and she could feel the perspiration between her skin and the wood start to pool. His footfall was soft but the hairs on the back of her neck told her he was standing close, very close. "You're like a dream come true." The words whispered in her ear made her quiver but the breathe caressing her skin as he spoke caused her cervix to cartwheel and crash against her womb. "This is silk." The blindfold moved softly against her cheeks then she felt his sure hands tie the ends together at the back of her head. "Trust me." Gently he drew her wrists behind her back and wrapped them together with what felt like another silk scarf. "I want to taste you so badly." His mouth found the nape of her neck right below the hair line, kissing and gently nipping at the flesh. She shuddered with anticipation and to her amazement felt herself almost climax. His lips worked down 0nto her left shoulder, sensuous kisses intermingled with delicious bites. Without thinking she arched her back and pressed her buttocks backwards till her hands still held tight behind her found the front of his pants and touched the object of her desire, hard and hot. His hands gripped her hips and then slowly slid round to enclose her waist before easing open the fastening of her jeans and sliding the zipper downwards. The hands moved to her belly, fingers gently stroking, the touches like firebrands burning into her soul. Her fingers fought to grip his shaft through the coarseness of the pant material and she gasped as she finally understood the girth that hopefully would soon be impaling her. Slowly she felt the waist of her jeans starting to peel down her legs. Down over her thrusting buttocks, past her trembling thighs and quaking knees to concertina around her calves. Then the most delicious of sensations, his tongue hot and slick moving upwards in the opposite direction. Spreading her legs as wide as possible with ankles confined in the sheath of denim she bowed her knees as the moist lingual probe seemed to flay her flesh on its rising path till tantalizingly it lapped at the very edge of her panties. His hands pushed the cotton of her underwear deep into her ass crack allowing him to slaver her inner cheeks greedily. "Keep very still." She had hardly taken the words in when she felt the coldness of metal slide between her panties and her right hip. An almost inaudible snip and the fabric fell away. The coldness touched her left hip momentarily and that panty side was severed as well. . Crista now took matters in her own hands and forcing her thighs to part as much as possible freed the juice soaked garment to fall to the floor. Crista could feel his hot breathe on her ass cheeks and the feel of his hands spreading them wide made her stomach leap with desire. His breathing was fast, each exhalation causing her labia lips to spread a little wider till she was sure he could probably see the deep dark interior of her core completely. Expectantly she waited for the touch of his tongue on her soft folds, could feel the wetness run from her cervix over her urethra to settle in slick beads on the edge of her swollen gash. "OH FUCK!" The words just flew out of her mouth as the tip of his tongue traveled along her ass crack from anus to hood. Crista felt her knees start to buckle and only remained upright by collapsing her whole upper body across the table top. His tongue found her vulva and pressed inwards, deeper than she imagined possible, penetrating her in fast darting thrusts. "YYYEEESSSSSSSSS!" Crista climaxed hard. Her cervix dropping downwards like a stone before rebounding up to repeat in ever increasing spasms. His tongue was possessed, thrusting, twisting, fucking her as hard and fast as she had ever been taken. Momentarily she must have lost consciousness because as she came round a distinctly different sensation greeted her. His tongue was still in motion but its aim was now firmly fixed on her virgin ass bud. Alarmed she began to close her thighs but his hands gently kept them parted as the warm tingling sensations of rimming over took her body. Crista had never been happy to participate in ass play. Perhaps it was her naivety, or just a sense of unnaturalness she felt for the act but she had always shied away from this one part of carnal activity. Certainly she had found her own tongue stray to a partner's sphincter when performing fellatio or tea-bagging but to be the recipient was a totally new and slightly alarming experience. The fear soon turned to pleasure as his tongue delved into the tight orifice and she was amazed to feel that most private of orifices pucker in a desirous reaction. "OH MY GOD!" Her body shuddered and she climaxed expelling a stream of fluid from her urethra. "GOD I SQUIRTED." The words had barely left her mouth when another arcing stream of fluids escaped her pee hole. "I WANT YOUR COCK IN ME!" Crista felt herself blush as she whined but was totally focused on immediate possession of his love spear in one way or another. She felt him stand, the scarf around her wrists give way, her body being turned, being helped to a kneeling position already with mouth wide open and tongue playing over her lips. Hers hands fumbled on his belt in her eagerness to taste her desire. "Please I need to see." The blindfold happily fell away from her eyes and she stared directly at the bulge awaiting her. Crista had no problem with the buckle now and with trembling fingers lowered the zipper fully. Easing the fabric to left and right she licked the still short covered shaft and inhaled deeply as his scent permeated all around her. Fingers gripping the waist band of his jeans she slid them down and sitting back on her heels ran the fingertips of her right hand along his cotton covered length while her left cupped the tightness of his sac. Taking a deep breathe inwards she gripped the waistband of the white underwear, pulled it forward and down to stare hungrily at the mushroom head that jumped to a few inches from her face. "Fuck that's huge." Notwithstanding her amazement she took the monster deep into her mouth in one movement rolling her tongue against the veined ivory flesh. Now she was in her element, cock sucking was her passion and this was a penis worthy of her every talent. Having moistened the shaft from tip to almost base Crista turned her attention to his ball sac. Lifting he throbbing member up horizontally she in turn took each round gland into her mouth, sucking gently and rolling the spherical seed dispensers with her tongue. Lifting the sac a little she traced the central join of skin that lead back to his anus wondering if she would dare to tongue that dark haven before this day was finished. She heard the softest of moans escape his lips and the gentle touch of his fingers in her hair. Delighted at this positive response she returned her attention to the throbbing rod itself. The velveteen texture of the mushroom head against her tongue was amazing. She felt her labia throb and widen hopefully and the constant flow of moisture from her orifice was trickling back to cover her still pulsing ass bud. Pulling the foreskin completely back she allowed her lingus to explore the rim of the head, dallying over the lower cleft that drove all men wild. Finally having explored the whole surface she curled her tongue and lapped and probed the urethral opening. Happily she tasted the honey of precum. Slowly she licked along each vein jutting from the shaft, feeling the heat and power of the blood engorged within. She desperately wanted to work her mouth along its length and extract all his essence but the opportunity to worship this phallic idol at leisure was too great to rush. She heard him groan again, this time guttural with a tinge of animal lust, his hands winding in her mane tightly. Her scalp screamed whilst her cervix went crashing wildly again. The next few seconds were a blur. She was lifted, pushed backwards onto the edge of the bed, legs lifted vertical, her jeans and panties pulled insistently away to leave her ankles resting high on his shoulders. Lifting her head slightly she looked down her body to see the monster approaching her cavern of love. The hot tip nuzzled her soaked labia momentarily then with a deep thrust filled her vaginal canal utterly. "FUCK! FUCK!" That first stab, deep enough to smash his tip hard against her cervical sphincter was her undoing. The climaxes came in wave after wave, ripples cavorting up and down her belly, each one faster and harder than the last till all merged into such utter carnal pleasure she was unable to take breathe. He gave her CPR, long deep thrusts that seemed to siphon every ounce of her body fluid to leak like a spurting faucet from her widely stretched orifice. His hips were pumping fast. Short stabs hard against her cervix that foretold his soon to be ejaculation. Christa felt his tight scrotum slamming against her ass bud and wanted his seed desperately, to feel its force, its texture, to taste it, she wanted that sweet salty essence dumped deep into her throat. "Please cum in my mouth." His rhythm was reaching its crescendo, his head thrown back, nails gripping her flesh like talons. "Please no one has ever cum in my mouth and let me swallow his load!" Momentarily he stopped moving and their eyes met. His expression expressed his shock at her revelation and also betrayed a tinge of animalistic delight. Pulling his almost exploding cock from her sheath his hands reached forward to grasp her tightly by the hair and pull her upright. Crista's mouth opened just in time to engulf the throbbing shaft as his testes pumped their precious cargo to shoot passed her epiglottis and fill her windpipe. She swallowed fast but the volume continued, a thick chocking wad that send her spiraling into a seemingly endless crescendo of orgasms. She awoke a little later, her head nestled against his semi erect penis, his hand carelessly draped between her thighs stroking her clitoris. "You fell asleep Crista." Suddenly the name sounded strange and inappropriate. "My real name is Laura. Call me Laura." She licked her lips and tasted his essence, smelt it strong in her nostrils and felt the heat secure in her belly. Moving her head a fraction she took the head of his member between her lips and tongued the surface for any remaining seed. Crista Meets Her Match Ch. 02 Two weeks and not a word, Laura had been certain he would have text-ed at least and she was beginning to feel quite foolish. Yes he had said he was going away for a few days but why no contact? She felt like a slut, used and discarded like a piece of trash. Not helping was her partner's constant annoying ways. Not just using her as a servant but then expecting her to lay still while he performed his interpretation of making love, a few thrusts before ejaculation leaving her cold and not in the least satisfied. She had tried imagining the body on top of her was his, but that had made her start to react and that was not allowed. The last few days even her bathroom masturbation sessions had lost their charm. The phone vibrated on the kitchen counter and she ignored it. This was the time her partner always text-ed with demands for meals. It vibrated again, seeming louder and more insistent. She hated cooking, trying to make the measly amount she had to buy food produce anything that was palatable. "For fucks sake!" The phone buzzed a third time and picking it up she considered opening a window and letting it fly before remembering that she had paid for this replacement herself. Snarling just a little she glanced at the screen. "I want to tongue your ass till you squirt, then fuck it deep." Laura swallowed hard and leaned against the kitchen counter her stomach churning on a roller coaster ride. "Pull my cock out and cum down your throat till you gag." She knew what was happening but couldn't believe it as her panties and jeans were soaked in a rich mixture of ejaculate and pee. "Meet me tomorrow at the edge of the wood behind your apartment 11.00 am sharp. Wear a dress and no underwear and bring a blanket and a scarf." The rest of the day dragged on endlessly, Laura's mind was still trying to come to terms with her sudden loss of all control and the acts that tomorrow promised. She tried desperately not to think about his tongue in her ass but the feeling of that wet penetration somehow managed to invade her every moment. The act of real anal fucking filled her with some trepidation, sure she knew it was fairly commonplace and had been told it was extraordinarily pleasurable but however exciting to her somehow remained taboo. Needless to say she remained soaked all evening and in order to avoid questions had to invent a stomach ache to forestall her otherwise nightly carnal chore. Laura slowly walked towards the entry to the nature reserve. She was nervous for two reasons. Firstly it was so close to her home she probably would see someone she knew and secondly this was the first time she had ever worn a dress and no underwear. The feeling of the cotton fabric clinging between her ass cheeks was very arousing and although she felt a continuous need to straighten the crease she was enjoying it just too much. The entry was just a gap left in the four bar fence, with a gravel path that lead through the woods, up a slight incline to the central reservoir. She glanced at her phone and seeing that she was a few minutes early lent against the first tree trunk just inside clasping the required blanket and scarf tightly. Four minutes later her phone vibrated. "Walk towards the reservoir till I tell you to stop." She was getting quite used to the demanding texts and the knowledge that his eyes were obviously turned towards her made her swing her hips a little and of course decidedly damp. "Stop and look behind the tree to your left." On the ground behind the tree was a Walmart bag. Laura picked it up and looked hesitantly inside. There were two wrapped parcels. "Small tokens of my esteem. You can open them in a minute. Walk to the reservoir." After a hundred yards the trees thinned till the large clearing containing the pond came into view. The area was a popular spot with walkers and Laura was a little concerned to see several people strolling around the waterside paths. "Turn left and follow the path along the edge till you come to a sign that says no fishing." Laura continued following his instructions to the letter. Her heart was beginning to pound in her chest from the excitement. She found the sign quickly, right in front of a particularly overgrown section of bank extending into the pool and covered a mass of grass and reeds almost waist high. "Slightly to the left of the sign is a slight path leading to the water's edge. Follow it." Laura started into the grass and was surprised how easily the grass parted for her. Obviously this trail was used regularly. "Stop and look to your right." She could just make out a flattened area about eight foot away and pushing through the undergrowth found that the grass had been cut short and even. She stepped into the square and waited. "Lay on the blanket on the grass." Laura had expected that text and had already worked out the best place to be. The grass was slightly higher on one side so she carefully flattened the fleece and laid on her side facing towards where she had stepped in. Absentmindedly she straightened her dress then laughed at her modesty. Here she was waiting for who knows what to happen and she still was being modest. "You can open the packages now baby." She had put the plastic bag behind her back and retrieving it took out the first parcel. The wrapping paper was taped down but her nails were long enough to slip between the two seams. She looked at the contents intently and shivered a little. The plastic bottle contained anal lube. Her ass bud tightened and then pursed open. Placing the lube on the fleece by her side she took the second item out. This was a larger parcel wrapped in red tissue paper tied with string. Two boxes had been wrapped together inside. One was a magic bullet vibrator, the other she recognized by its egg shaped ending as a G spot massager. She tried turning on both and sure enough they had batteries already fitted. "Take of your dress." She stared at the text momentarily then with some difficulty managed to slide her dress up and over her head without raising her body too far. Suddenly she realized she was getting hot, her nipples were hard as buttons and her labia lips felt very swollen and damp. "The bullet is for your ass. Use the lube." Her hands were shaking as she reached for the lube, the cap opened very easily and the viscous fluid felt cold on her fingertips. She reached behind and ran the moistened fingers over her ass bud and daringly dipped the middle finger inside. It slid in so easily and the effect felt amazingly good. The bullet looked huge but as suggested she presented the tip to her sphincter and applied a little pressure. To her amazement her seemingly tight ass opened like a flower and swallowed the cylindrical vibe with ease. The control cable was long enough to pass back over her hip to the front and she stared at the numbered speed nob. Slow, medium, fast were the choices. Her cervix was quacking already. "Put on the blindfold get on your hands and knees then touch your clit. I am watching your every move." Laura looked around trying to work out where he could be overlooking her. Deciding he must be in the trees to her left she swiveled round so when she got on all fours her ass and pussy would be totally exposed to his view. If he wanted to watch she was going to put on a damned good show. The bullet felt good in her ass and she decided it was about time to warm its little motor up. She turned the dial so slow and was immediately rewarded with the most sensational of vibrations deep in her anal canal. She arched her back to ensure her ass cheeks would spread as wide as possible and was certain that the slightly puckered appearance of her freshly penetrated sphincter would drive him crazy. She placed the G spot vibe below her belly so it would be easy to find and carefully sat up on her haunches to tie the blindfold. A quick glance around satisfied her that no one was close enough to notice anything and fastening the scarf tightly around her eyes resumed her doggy stance. Retrieving the vibe from the blanket she felt down the curved shaft till the end and controls were at her fingertips. The first click bought the wand alive but not as wildly as she had imagined so decided to turn the dial up too notches more. The buzzing joy stick was moving to her satisfaction now and resting on her left forearm she guided the ovular tip to her already dripping vulva. No sooner had she touched the shimmering head to her clit when she felt an orgasm start to invade her consciousness. "Fuck that was fast." The words sprung from her mouth uncontrollably as the first solely anally propagated climax she had ever experienced overtook her body in waves of writhing and convulsing spasms. The oval wand tip slipped between her labia lips easily and the sensations as she slid the contoured head the length of her slit caused her to lower herself so her forehead could rest on the blanket for support. The anal vibe was doing wonderful things to her body. Laura was quite annoyed with herself that she had disallowed this whole layer of alternate pleasure to this point in time. Briefly her mind wandered to the possibility of having a live rod of stiff flesh filling her pulsating anal canal and the mere suggestion caused her back to arch so violently that she worried the bullet would be expelled. She quickly tightened her anal sphincter and was rewarded by a delicious climax permeating through her abdomen. The fact that she was no longer alone in the area was a little disconcerting. She hadn't heard their approach and apart from the tiniest suggestion of breathing it was only her sixth sense that told her now. Not wishing to disappoint her lover she decided to carry on with the show and positioning the wand carefully slid the shaft into her wonderfully slick interior. The angled oval tip immediately found her G spot. "FUCK!" Her exclamation was sharply followed by several arcs of ejaculate squirting from her urethra in pulses. The experience was both excruciating and overwhelming and heightened enormously by the thick wad of hot semen she felt shoot onto the small of her back and start to dribble down her ass cleft. She turned the angled tip of the wand till it pressed against the thin membrane between vagina and anal canal exactly at the depth of the bullet. The two came into contact and a shock of vibrations like electricity shot through her body causing her to convulse like a rag doll. The second wad of semen hit her ass bud dead center and the hot fluid felt scalding as it coated both her sphincter's exterior and seeped through the pulsating opening to touch her inner walls. "FUCK, FUCK." Laura was now totally incapable of any other words and when a third gift of semen hit the back of her neck she simply raised her head from the ground opening her mouth hopefully and was rewarded with the still pulsating member being thrust deep into her welcoming throat. She was on fire and the only thing that would extinguish her conflagration was cock, or more correctly a parade of endless of cocks filling her belly to overflowing with hot salty sweet semen. Hungrily she sucked on the now deflating member but was relieved when it was withdrawn and replaced with a fresh fully erect substitute. This cock was shorter but amply thick and she luxuriated as it skull fucked her mouth hard and fast. Swallowing this wad was easy as the force of the ejaculation left the precious cargo hovering on the very edge of her trachea. Laura had found a rhythm, any fresh cock slipping between her lips was echoed by the crash of her womb against her cervix. The wand had long since slipped from her vulva, forced out by the constant rippling of her vaginal muscles. The bullet was still miraculously vibrating away in her ass and the sensations had caused her sphincter to gape. She found this sensation surprisingly acceptable and had almost lost any concerns that might have previously existed about such exposure. The cock she was sucking now was both thick and long. Not as big as his but certainly a size quite adequate for oral satisfaction. She could feel the beginnings of an ejaculation from the additional swelling and the twitching spasms pushing the shaft against the roof of her mouth. She had started to notice the different textures and flavors of the various loads and was wondering what this expulsion might bring when she was answered with such a volume of gismo she had to fight to swallow it all down before any was lost through seepage. "You have done so wonderfully you get your promised reward." His voice whispering in her ear bought an immediate shuddering orgasm as the bullet was slowly pulled from her quaking asshole leaving her sphincter open and vulnerable. His cock head felt so big as it touched her, the mushroom head pressed hard against her open ring hot and insistent. She arched her back even more, straining muscles to try and ease his penetration and was rewarded with the head and an inch of shaft firmly embedded. Bracing herself she awaited the onslaught but rather than just plunging deep he allowed her sphincter to grip a little and become somewhat accustomed to this first phallic invasion. "More." Laura couldn't help herself, she was aching to be filled balls deep. Her ministrations bought an immediate response and another three inches stuffed her anal canal with pulsating flesh. "FUCK!" She came hard and as her womb cartwheeled he fed the remaining length to her starving cavity, his ball sac slapping against her swollen gaped labia. He fucked her in slow deep strokes, taking time to make sure every contour, every twitch of his rock hard member had total contact with her previously virgin hole. She quivered, moaned, gasped for breathe only to have her lungs emptied continually by a weight of climax she had previously thought impossible. When he finally ejaculated she screamed. Not the scream of a frightened child but the guttural cry of a she-cat being speared by her lover's penile spines. His cock pumped her full to overflowing and as he did her face back and shoulders received an endless shower of semen from the apparent forest of cocks surrounding them. Laura opened her eyes and saw the sky blue and cloudless above her. Momentarily she thought she had awoken from the most incredible erotic dream imaginable but slowly her body began to tell of the reality of all the events she remembered. Her mouth was dry but had the distinct taste of semen still on her tongue, teeth and inner cheeks. The smell of sex and spent seed invaded her nostrils from everywhere and her hair felt sticky and matted. Her ass was still puckering strangely and reaching down she felt the round base of an anal plug imbedded between her cheeks. The plug felt good and just the realization of its penetration started her abdomen quivering again. She rolled on to her side and surveyed the blanket. The material was covered in the wet outline of shoe prints as well as the dried remainders of the stray cum shots that had missed her mouth or torso. A very large damp stain gave proof to the volumes of ejaculate that had gushed from her body and the two times she had peed from pure loss of bodily control. Grinning like a Cheshire cat she pulled her dress back over her head and with a new found brazenness stood up without a thought for being seen. Gathering the wand and bullet she replaced then in the Walmart bag and holding her new found treasures and blanket firmly made her way back towards home. Her route took her passed several groups of men in deep conversation and she found herself strutting provocatively as she progressed causing the plug to oscillate seductively in her sphincter. The thought that any or all of these strangers might have been part of her wonderful oral gang-bang coated her thighs with a fresh and welcome stream of slickness. Crista Meets Her Match Ch. 03 Laura was bored. Each morning she would wake expecting a text and by nightfall her hopes were dashed. Five endless days had passed since her tryst by the pond and she was beginning to look back at the experience as if it had been a dream from a different lifetime. Strangely no one seemed to have noticed any difference in her. At first she had felt like she must appear a little changed, after all for a few too brief moments she had become all she had ever wanted to be and had felt a belonging never before achieved or imagined. She even spent some time looking in the bathroom mirror and saw clearly her new knowing but the reflection she saw must have been an illusion, to her companions she was still the conservative, reliable homemaker without any depth beyond cooking, cleaning and making ends meet. As soon as the children left for school and her partner was safely on the way to work she would reach into the back of her underwear drawer and retrieve the anal plug and lube. Inserting and wearing it had become her freedom, a constant reminder of the wondrous world she had tasted. The first day she wore it to the store it felt like every glance saw straight through her jeans and focused on the deeply imbedded toy. Strangely this made her quite proud and she definitely noticed a new swagger in her movements. She knew the glances were just imaginary but found her total lack of embarrassment empowering. Laura would work her muscles against the stem at the checkout, feeling her juices trickle down to the pad she was obliged to wear for fear of too obvious damp patches and the took any opportunity to sit just to feel the extra penetrating pressure as she settled with a squirm. Suddenly a quick trip to the coffee shop became a whole erotic adventure as she perched and swiveled on the high counter stool. Laura had noticed the listing in the free paper earlier in the day. Something about the wording just captured her attention and chores finally done she decided to take a second glance. 'Satifa Karu, Qualified Hypno-Therapist, Specializing in the treatment of Addiction and Sexual Problems.' The number was a local one and the address given just a few blocks from her home. Laura decided that rather than phone she would take a look at the premises first. She wasn't sure if the needs she felt were either an addiction or a problem but maybe just talking to someone professional about her feelings would make more sense of her desires. Something had to change or she knew her life was going to implode and she had spent too much time keeping everything together to just let go now without good reason. The building was truly breathtaking. Laura couldn't believe she had never noticed it before especially considering she must have driven down this street almost every day. The house had two floors, a turret in each corner rounded to match the central domed roof. The whole facade had been painted the purest white and was covered in what looked from a distance to be highly ornate carvings. The lot was covered in lush green grass, a miracle in the climate, and occasional trees formed shade over welcoming benches. The path leading up to the double arched doors was of a crunchy chalk and Laura smiled sheepishly as she tried to walk as quietly as possible. At closer inspection the carvings were far more erotic than they seemed at a distance, portraying couples and groups performing unimaginably complicated sexual couplings. Laura was really happy she had decided to insert her plug as the comfortingly stretched sphincter kept her from being reduced to a nervous wreck. The doors had a simple hand written sign announcing 'enter' and taking a deep breath and one last glance at a particularly gymnastic carving Laura pulled open a door and stepped inside. The interior of the building was as brilliantly white as the exterior, the walls ceiling and lush carpet merging to give the impression of standing inside an ice cube. Apart from a central open flight of stairs disappearing up to the next level the only break in the emptiness was a desk and chair directly ahead occupied by a young Asian girl dressed appropriately in a white silk sari. "Hello. How can I direct you?" The girl was astoundingly beautiful and her dark eyes sparkled as she spoke. Her broad smile disclosed two rows seemingly perfect teeth. "I saw your listing in the local paper so thought I would call in and see what exactly you do." Laura tried to sound as casual as possible but inside her stomach was fluttering both through nervousness and a sudden desire to kiss this eastern delicacy hard on her succulent glistening lips. "Well if you could give me a few details I will try to answer all your questions. Lets start with your name, mine is Anya by the way." Several seconds later Laura realized she needed to reply. Her lips formed the words but try as hard as she could not a sound would come out. Embarrassingly she realized he was staring far too obviously at the golden jewelry that connected the girls left nostril to her left ear. "It is quite normal for girls to wear body jewelry in my country. I have quite a few different adornments here and there." Laura swallowed hard trying not to imagine where here and there might be. Laura my name is Laura." "Ah yes of course we have been expecting you for several days. If you would care to follow me I will show you up to Doctor Karu's study immediately. Please remove your shoes and leave them by the desk." For a moment Laura was dumfounded but before she could muster a response the girl rose from her seat and beckoning Laura to follow started to climb the stairs. The stairs seemed to rise directly into extraordinarily bright light and in order to avoid being dazzled Laura focused her eyes on the girls back and quickly came to the realization that the sari she wore was so sheer to be almost completely transparent. The cleft in her buttocks was clearly defined and Laura was amazed to see what appeared to be a bejeweled metal plug glinting from her ass bud. The girl's hips swung seductively as she ascended and by allowing her to get a little ahead and therefore higher Laura was able to view between her thighs the outline of what seemed proportionally large labia lips and the glinting of numerous gold piercings. She also realized that the rhythmic tinkling of bells she at first assumed came from the girl's ankle bracelets was actually coming from her swaying pubic area. The upper level was if anything whiter than the ground floor. The majority of the space was open with just one wall having a series of doors leading away. The whole area was lit by large glass ceiling panels which seemed to capture and amplify the rays of the sun into almost laser strength light. Doctor Satifa Karu sat a large desk that was with a double chaise longue the only furniture. The carpet was thick and felt like a perfectly trimmed lawn, soft and sensuous to the touch of Laura's bare feet. "Welcome Laura. Please take a seat on the chaise longue whilst I just check my notes." Laura nodded and smiled as serenely as possible under the circumstances. Obviously they had confused her with some namesake and the problem once resolved would be an incident for amusement. The couch was covered in the softest white kid leather, buttoned in European style but having voluptuous curves that indicated its Eastern origin. She sat nervously and whilst waiting studied the rest of the areas at first glance blank appearance. The walls were at a closer look not one continuous panel but were made up of sections at different distances. This clever optical illusion allowed for a considerable amount of what she could only assume was space for storage or records. The Doctors desk seemed to be carved from a solid piece of white crystal although how such a weighty piece of furniture could be supported within such an open building was quite mystifying. Turning her attention to Doctor Karu herself Laura was perplexed. The Doctor was stunningly beautiful but not in the conventional sense. Her hair was cut in a very close crop that accentuated the numerous very heavy piercings in each of her ears matching the prominent rings in her left eyebrow and nostril. Her neck was long and slender and her shoulders surprisingly muscular, echoing what seemed to be a toned and well defined anatomy. The Doctors sari was of the same silk as Anya's and Laura couldn't help but wonder what a clearer and less casual study might reveal. Satifa closed the file she had been perusing and leaning back slightly in her chair smiled broadly at Laura. "Well Laura I am so happy you decided to come and see me. We have been expecting for several days and were beginning to worry you wouldn't feel like taking advantage of our help." Laura was beginning to feel decidedly awkward about the confusion. "I am sorry but I think you have the wrong idea, this is the first time I have contacted you. To be honest I was just driving past and called in more to make inquiries than anything else." The Doctors smile broadened considerably and rising from her chair moved to sit on the couch between Laura and the raised end. Laura caught the scent of her body as she sat, the exotic mix of jasmine and patchouli invaded her nostrils. "An open appointment was made for you a few days ago by a very ardent admirer. He suggested you might call and was adamant about paying for you to receive our most suitable treatments. Please feel free to talk and act quite candidly. Nothing you say or do here will travel beyond the confines of the White Room." Laura took a few moments to talk all this new information in. She was surprised that the mere indication that he had some hand in this adventure made her stomach tighten noticeably and she gripped the stem of the anal plug tight in her sphincter. "I am really not sure what to tell you. Everything is so confused I don't even know where to start unless it is to simply say I suddenly find myself a total stranger in my own life." "The feelings you speak of are not that unusual. Often we enter into situations or relationships with misted eyes, perhaps through deep emotions or even simply because we are young. Life can be good for a while, full of the very essences we have been taught are desirable, then suddenly we realize that a whole universe of experience has passed us by like a ghost." Laura listened to the melodious voice and found herself calming noticeably. Her breathe deepened and her pulse seemed to quieten as each syllable massaged her mind. "Women have always had the hardest choice, whether to look after the longevity of our race through the conceiving and raising of children or to stay true to her own nature and miss out on that fundamental part of our being. We are natural nurturers and without that connection from past to future we often feel incomplete and inadequate." Laura tried to focus on Satifa's face but the edges had started to become hazy and only her voice seemed to have any substance. "You seem drowsy Laura why don't you relax fully on the chaise longue. I will get my assistant Anya to assist you to get fully comfortable." The Doctors voice seemed to become distant and Laura felt Anya's hands helping her disrobe and recline, the couch was amazingly soft and pliable like laying on a bed of down. She didn't even protest as she felt soft hands ease the plug from between her ass cheeks and gently massage her gaping sphincter into relaxation. Laura found herself floating in that wondrous state between reality and fantasy, betwixt sleep and wakefulness, senses heightened so a degree that only comes when subconscious and conscious meld into complete unity. She imagined herself laying stretched in total relaxation upon a sun drenched beach, the gentle lapping of waves playing around her thighs and caressing her labia and anus. Warm gentle moisture that carried total relaxation yet also the deepest insistence of tactile arousal. The sun seemed to kiss her skin with its brightness, drawing her hardened nipples upwards towards its welcoming rays. Momentarily her throat parched but then her lips tasted the sweet saltiness surrounding her and she drank endlessly from a bottomless vessel. Anya settled between Laura's open legs, her tongue lathing the swollen and slick inner and outer surface of the velveteen target of her lingual ministrations. As Satifa sat astride Laura's mouth, her hands spreading her vulva to allow the thirsty tongue below to drink from her flowing cup, Anya reached a hand forward and gently pushed her index finger through the already pursing sphincter of Satifa's ass and stroked the soft walls within with a perfectly manicured nail. The Doctor climaxed almost immediately, the combination of tongue and penetrating digit too much to bear and Laura suddenly found her mouth awash with a flow of treasure she swallowed joyfully. Crista Meets Her Match Ch. 04 Laura sat in the bathroom her panties around her spread knees and her fingers strumming wildly at her hard responsive clit. She bit hard on the wash cloth she had surreptitiously placed in her mouth to keep her moans limited to a level that no one else in the apartment might hear. Finally, thankfully she heard the front door slam and knew she was alone. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" The first fuck propelled the contrived gag across the room, the second doubled her over as the tremors that she had fought so valiantly to control exploded from her womb down through her cervix to rush like tsunami along the walls of her vaginal canal. The third was true expletive, harsh guttural and indistinct, an animal cry from a face that looked more tortured than pleasured as the full force of her climax exuded from her body in a stream of viscous fluid. She lay back against the cistern fighting for breathe, her heart beating like a janissaries kettle drum, pounding fit to burst the fragile membrane in her ears like so much tissue paper. Her left hand found the anal plug lubricated and waiting and leaning forward to a squat she slid the red silicone monster easily into place. The plug had arrived by courier a few weeks earlier. First a text telling her to wait at home, then a knock at the door and a package send overnight without a return address. Her first impression was that the plug was too big, that her ass would never accept such a stretching. She was wrong, totally wrong and within two days was wearing her gift from the time her husband left for work till a few minutes before his return. At first she felt self-conscious, imagining that somehow her clothes were transparent and any and every one could see the red stopper at her every move. Soon her ass was jammed at every opportunity, inside the house, outside the house, causing her to smile continuously. Acquaintances even asked about her knew found confidence and good humor, she simply smiled mysteriously and squeezing her buttocks together produced an even wider grin and secretive delicious shudders. What might have been a downside of her sexual awakening, her husband's sudden interest in her new not so subdued personality had been easy to adapt for her own amusement. Invariably in the evenings he was intoxicated, almost incoherent but apart from a penchant for physical violence that she found arousing a mediocre to poor lover. Laura soon realized that during his wildly uncontrolled missionary fucking she could easily so arrange the position that unknowingly his good sized cock was thrust into her ass rather than her vagina. This was satisfying on two levels, firstly because his redneck nature would have been disgusted had he realized and secondly because it allowed her to indulge her new found anal fixation whenever desired. Laura's visits to Doctor Karu had become biweekly treats in an otherwise mind-numbingly repetitive social life. Both the Doctor and Anya were welcoming and lustful, expanding her understanding and expertise in lesbian lovemaking exponentially. She has evolved from her originally restrained participation to firstly an equal collaborator and now an instigator. Prior to her last visit she had purchased a rather splendid leather harnessed strap on dildo and on arrival at the clinic had taken great delight in using the phallic substitute on both Anya's pussy and ass. The Doctor was so impressed with her sexual progress she had even shown Laura the compliment of dropping to her knees and being face-fucked intermittently between Anya's penetrations. Still though Laura yearned for her still mysteriously unseen seducer, the instigator of her every foray into the erotic and bizarre. The curtains of the world of carnality had been opened to her and she desired his continued direction in her explorations more and more. It seemed an eon since her taste of submissive compliance in the long grass by the pool but her appetite thus whetted was gnawing at her body and soul. Each morning she woke hoping for a text or sign, each night she lay under her husband's heaving sweating form wishing it was her maestros throbbing cock ravishing her ass. The note must have slid under the door sometime between her husband leaving and the plug seating pleasantly in her sphincter. Her hands shook as she picked it up, a strange precognition that unfolding the foolscap sheet would set in motion a wondrous adventure. "Third booth back in the bar on the corner at noon. Dress like a whore." Laura momentarily panicked. It was ten already and that only gave her two hours to get ready mentally and physically. Dress like a whore? Her mind switched to wardrobe mode, running her inner eye across the clothes she had to choose from. Then she giggled realizing that the one consideration that hadn't presented itself was not to go. "Obviously I just have just to dress according to my nature!" Simply called 'The Tavern' the bar was a typically blue collar dive, servicing both the workers from the adjacent steel mill and the numerous bikers that cruised the area. Laura had never dared enter before, condemning a single woman going into such an establishment alone as either easy or looking for clients, now as she stood just inside the doorway in her short leather skirt, low cut red tank top and four inch black patent stilettos she suddenly felt quite at home. The interior was dark and smoky, the only bright lights were concentrated on a small stage at the far end that accommodated a very well used looking stripper's pole. The booths were on her left, the long straight bar to the right and counting down the booths she was happy to see a reserved ticket on the table in the third back. The bar was surprisingly totally empty apart from a rather worn looking barmaid polishing glasses absentmindedly. Laura toddled over to the bar in search of a nerve settling shot and was met by as transparently uninterested a smile as she had ever see. "A tequila please, and a bud light." The barmaid nodded but didn't seem inclined to conversation. "Do you know if that booth is reserved for me?" "You see anyone else chomping at the bit to sit there?" Laura shook her head and decided any answer was better than none and reached into her matching black patent purse. "Drinks are on a tab. Go sit, I will bring them over." The booth was old but comfy enough, the seats were of that particular kind of vinyl bars use that is easily wipe able in the case of spillage from either glasses or customers. Laura slid in with her back to the door her face towards the stage opening up most of the room to her view. Sitting in the short tight skirt caused it to ride up so high that her shaved pubes could actually feel the cold air circulated by the fast spinning overhead fans. The barmaid tossed two card coasters onto the table and put the beer bottle and shot glass down with a thud. "Be lucky." The expression was growled more than spoken and Laura answered by picking up the shot glass, emptying it in one gulp and replacing the inverted glass on the coaster. "Good going honey I'll get you another." Somewhere from near the stage area some speakers started to blare music, southern rock, very biker and exactly fitting the decor. A girl dressed in just about nothing wandered from a side door onto the stage and started to pirouette around the pole. "You keep slamming and I'll keep pouring." The barmaid placed another coaster and shot glass next to the first with her promise to keep the alcohol coming. Laura nodded but kept her eyes glued on the dancer who was now inverted, her legs wrapped around the pole, back arched, bleach blonde hair trailing to the ground. It was as she tipped her head back to down the fourth shot that Laura felt a tongue start to slide along the inside of her left thigh. Probably a few months ago she would have panicked or jumped up in shock but now she just swallowed the burning liquid down hard and spread her legs as wide as possible. Sure enough the tongue soon reached her exposed clit standing proudly free of its protective hood. So easy placing the glass down with her eyes closed tight, so comfy sliding forward a little so the mouth could reach her entire labia, so wonderful feeling the lingual tip hot and well controlled driven deep into her soaked and gaping cunt. The orgasm arrived hard and fast. The tongue retreated just long enough for the mouth to consume all the juice available. Laura finally opened her eyes glanced down at the head that she recognized as Anya's immediately then turned her attention to the quickly changing scene in the bar. The place was suddenly crowded, the space between her and the stage swarmed with a jostling gang of bikers and their old ladies and the stage show had multiplied to three dancers who were cavorting singly and jointly depending on the moment. The music, just noticeable over the hubbub was still hot and heavy and the general mood was building to an inevitable explosion of some kind. The first obvious sign of disruption was a stand up shouting match between two black haired biker girls obviously hot for the same cock. As often happens words lead to blows and the two combatants were soon rolling on the floor like wildcats. The crowded floor made room as the two slapped, bit and scratched, grabbing each others clothes and tearing any loose items away in malicious exuberance. The two were soon striped to their bras and panties but continued to wrestle till the larger girl managed to trap the slighter ones head in a leg lock. The watching cheering crowd applauded wildly and started to chant in unison. "Eat her out, eat her out." The slight girl who obviously knew from experience the cost of being overpowered dutifully began to gnaw at the larger girls pubes through her cotton boy shorts. A very husky and hairy biker stepped forward and opening a large jackknife sliced away the offending garment. Given free rein the slender girl chowed down enthusiastically. The biker seeming somewhat satisfied but inclined to be more interactive managed to get the girl being consumed onto her back which bought the eater of cunt to her hands and knees. Another quick slice with the knife through cotton and her ass was naked and readily available. There followed an interesting very obscene version of rock, paper and scissors the gestures seemingly replaced by ones for cock, cunt and fuck. The winner a tall lean leather clad Hispanic club member quickly took up post behind the slurping kneeling loser and rammed his goodly sized cock deep in her obviously very wet and receptive vaginal canal. Laura's hands casually snaked down and took a very firm grip on Anya's hair, twisting the length into two very controlling plaits. Using the twists as reigns she pulled the pretty face hard against her gaping hole and shuddered as she squirted violently into a welcoming guzzling throat. Anya, who had been secreted under the booth counter for some length of time before Lauras arrival finally lost all control. She had been thrusting three fingers of her left hand deep into her own gaping quim for the whole of her cunnilingual exploits and had no choice but to climax and pee hard and long. The odor of female ejaculate seemed to fill the narrow booths confines entirely and the estrogen loaded air had no choice but to escape outwards to infiltrate the nostrils of the nearby already sexually rampant bikers. "Looks like these two lezzie whores need a gang initiation. Get them ready Judy." The oldest biker, obviously the leader pushed a very tall surprisingly heavy muscled platinum blonde towards their booth. Even if Laura had wanted to resist she would have failed, but right now the initiation sounded exactly the kind of thing both she and Anya had earned by their combined orgasmic efforts. Laura found her position bent over the seat of a tall bar stall very comfortable. Not only did it allow her to accept the multitude of penetrations to her ass and cunt but also to savor orally cocks tasting perfectly of her juices and of course Anyas who was in a similar situation alongside. The gang bang had been going steadily for at least thirty minutes and Laura's initial flurry of climaxes had given way to the far more subtle continuous feeling of utter sated bliss. Anya had spent the first few minutes giving Laura a running commentary of her own experiences between face-fucks but had since fallen silent except for the occasional loud moan when a particularly large cock plugged her ass. The biker girls were making themselves useful by acting as intermediate fluffers, keeping their guys hard and ready for action as well as taking every opportunity to thrust fingers and tongues into the two girls sopping holes as well as each others. Laura watched interestedly as Anya was carried forwards to lay spread-eagled on the pool table. The heavy canopied light shone bright on her quivering form and she wriggled like a fish slapped down on a counter ready for feasting. A very brassy tattooed girl that Laura found very appealing climbed onto the baize and squatted over Anya's face who forever the willing participant munched away excitedly. Another girl, slimmer with a cropped hairstyle and decided meaner look positioned herself between Anya's knees and began thrusting a wickedly curved dildo deep into the already tattered cunt. Anya orgasm-ed with gusto and re-actively thrusting her tongue so far into the blondes pussy that her spread labia lips squirted a stream of estrogen laden fluid in a steaming arc. The baize covered table was soon a heaving mass of entwined female bodies that managed to couple and penetrate noisily with any and every possible participant. Momentarily this delightfully verbose spectacle halted the action taking place in Lauras straining orifices and she was able to take a few deep breathes whilst admiring the amazingly arousing spectacle. The sudden stillness sucked Laura's attention away from the bacchanal as it seemed to cloak every movement and sound until the slightest quiver became a seismic eruption. She had once seen a famous illusionist perform at the nearby theater and had found the way that reality appeared to slow, ebb then halt at his command both amazing and strangely disconcerting. That same emotion crept through her body now, stilling her pulse, tightening her gaped ass to a tight knot. The world before her eyes that had moments ago been frantic, loud and vulgar was now immersed in seeming brown treacle with the second hand of time caught mid tick. She saw the shadow on the stage moving, passing over a canvas of objects and people helplessly frozen like photographs in a fresh filled album. The form was familiar, there were arms and legs, a torso, a head but the image for all its recognizable shape might well as be the will of the wisp for hard as she focused and refocused her eyes it was impossible to identify as anything beyond... something ... someone ... HIM. She gasped, she swallowed, she shuddered, she orgasm-ed and finally ecstatically yelled. "MAESTRO!"