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Like a Dream

By: LickNcat



You have just gotten out of the shower. Your hair is still wet. Your wearing a long white, maybe pink, terry cloth robe (nothing on underneath). You walk into your room. It has hardwood floors, crisp white walls, and a big four poster bed. The bedspread is white lace, as well as the curtains. The room also has a big floor-length mirror with a wood border and stand.

You are standing before this mirror, your hands on either side of it above your head. You're softly talking yourself in and out of having a relationship with me, but you don't really know me. You have your eyes closed, talking still, when you hear this light laugh behind you. You open your eyes quickly. It's me, and our eyes meet in the mirror. I have a slight smile on my face. I'm wearing black boots, blue button-fly jeans, and a white T-shirt. 

I come up closer behind you. You feel me against your back. I put my arms around your waist and kiss you softly on your neck. I move my lips up to your earlobe, lightly biting it, and then whisper, "You know I want you..." You close your eyes, avoiding a response to me. 

I continue kissing down your neck, my hands moving slowly up to your breasts, gently caressing them through your robe, making you moan softly. I move my hands down from your breasts, gently kneading every part of you that I touch, over your tummy, rubbing your navel, getting closer to your pussy. I lightly rub over your pussy, teasing you, then moving up to the sash of your robe. I start to pull it open, and you bring your hands down to stop me, telling me you don't want to do this in front of the mirror. I push your hands away, and tell you, "Yes, in front of the mirror." 

I pull the sash open, my other hand resting on your tummy. I slowly pull the robe open, exposing your breasts and pussy, making you blush, making you hot as well. I move my hands up again to your breasts, touching and rubbing them, making your nipples harden, making you sigh. I move my hands down again, over your tummy, rubbing your navel, this time touching inside your pussy. I rubs all over your pussy, feeling how wet you are. I pull one of your hands over to touch your pussy with me telling you I want you to feel what I do to you. 

You try to pull your hand away, but I hold tight, making you rub yourself in front of me and in front of the mirror. I finally let your hand go, and I start fingering your wet pussy, making you watch my finger moving in and out, slowly, teasingly. I move my thumb up to rub your wet, swollen clit, making you gasp and moan. I lean in closer to you, taking my hand away from your pussy. You close your eyes in disappointment. I start pulling your robe down off your shoulders letting it fall in a pool at your feet. I turn you around to face me, putting my hands on your hips, telling you to put your arms around my neck. I pull you up, forcing you to wrap your legs around my waist, putting your wet aching pussy in contact with my hard cock, making us both groan. You rub against my jean covered cock, getting hotter. I hold you up by your ass, rubbing, pulling you in harder against me. I tell you to undo my jeans. You pull hard on the buttons opening them all with one tug. 

I have nothing on underneath, and my hard cock presses hard into you. I walk us slowly over to the big beautiful bed, putting my knee down on the bed, laying us down slowly, going deeper into you. I push your legs up high, resting them on my shoulders making me go even deeper inside. I lean down and kiss you deeply, and start moving in and out of you hard, deep, and slow. 

Filling your hot pussy over and over with my hard cock. I reach a hand down and rub your aching clit hard with my thumb. You start whimpering, getting close. I pull out fast, lifting your pussy up to my mouth, sucking hard on your clit making you cum so hard. Shoving my tongue deep inside you, making you cum over and over. When you're done cumming, I pull my tongue from you, and move up your body, kissing you again shoving my wet tongue in your mouth; you can taste yourself. 

I roll us over until you are on top of me. I make you sit up and straddle me. I am still clothed, so you pull my shirt up and off my body, you push my jeans further down off my hips leaving them to rest on my thighs. You take my still-hard cock in your hand, raise up on your knees, and slowly sit down on my cock, taking me deep inside you, 

squeezing me tight. I put my hands on your waist, lifting you up and pulling you back down onto my cock. You lean down, kissing me deeply. I move my hands up to your breasts and nipples rubbing them over and over. I pull you up further getting your nipples closer to my mouth, I take one between my lips, lightly biting it before sucking hard. I do this over and over to both nipples while you keep riding me up and down, faster, harder, deeper, over and over. Feeling me moan my pleasure against your breasts and nipples, making you wetter and hotter, you fuck me faster and harder, feeling me throbbing inside you, ready to shoot my hot cum deep up into you. You stiffen your pussy around me as you feel my hot cum shoot into you, filling you full of it. You limply collapse on my chest and we fall asleep.

In the early morning hours, you awake to my hot, wet tongue licking your tender wet pussy...

Like a Dream



As I arrived at work that Monday, I knew that it would not be a normal day. My throbbing head was a distinct reminder of how my weekend had been.

Saturday night was a blinder. It was my friend Kevin's 30th birthday, and as such, we decided to make it a bit of a blinder. It started out with paintball, went on to karting, dinner, and a strip club. Prague's strip-clubs are something truly special. The girls are beautiful to say the very least, and there's always something for everyone.

We bought Kevin a special treat for his birthday; two strippers took him on stage, stripped him (almost) naked and danced on him. He was totally humiliated, and determined to get us back. The others placed the blame on me, after all, it was my idea, so Kevin decided that I needed to suffer the most.

And suffer I did. As I was sat at the table, a gorgeous latex, corset clad brunette came over to me, fastened a collar and chain to me, and pulled me into a back room. The room looked like some sort of dungeon, with a wooden cross and a leather coated with a hole at one end. The girl seemed young, maybe twenty one, twenty two. She was tall and could've been a model.

"Get over to the table and strip." She ordered. "Lie down, put your face in the hole."

I did as told. 

She told me to put my arms under the table. When I did, she clipped my wrists into some cuffs. She then proceeded to whip my ass with a crop. Then she lit a cigarette, blew the smoke in my face, and ran the tip on my skin.

She looked at her watch.

"Your friends only booked 15 minutes with me." She explained. "So, I'll have to be quick." She went over to the wall and lifted a strap-on cock and put it on. Then she put on a condom. She led me over to a leather coated gym horse. She bent me over it and tied me in place.

"Please don't." I begged her. 

She laughed. "Don't be a baby." She rubbed lube in my ass, then slowly pushed the cock in me. To save time, she pushed all the way in first time, then began pumping fast and hard. The initial brutal pain subsided, and in its place was a tickling pleasure running up my spine from the prostate. I knew I would never live this down. Eventually, she reached around, grabbed my cock and wanked me off quickly. I came in her gloved hand which she then put to my mouth. "Lick it up."

I did as she asked, then she pulled the latex cock out of me. I felt ashamed, dirty. She had a smug grin. 

"If you're worried about your mate, then realise one thing;" she leaned close to my ear and whispered; "I did exactly as he requested."

I groaned as she smiled, walking away.

My mates were in stitches when I walked out. "How's your ass?" The laughed. 

"If you mention this to anyone, you're all dead!" I told them, before going on to get seriously drunk.

So, as I sat there, at my desk, I knew this day would not be normal, because in my free time, I found myself looking up stuff about what happened to me, on the net. I found myself reading stories about it, and looking at pictures. I then realised I was disgusted in myself and closed it.

No sooner had I shut explorer down, did our HR manager enter my office. "Mike, I'd like to introduce your new part-time assistant. This is Martina, she's a student." My jaw dropped when I saw her walk in. When she saw me, she smiled, as if recognising an old friend, then she realised where she knew me from and the smile disappeared. She was worried that she'd lost her job even before she started.

I felt sorry for her. "Hi Martina, good to meet you." I told her.

"You too Mr…" 

"Just Mike."

She smiled. "Mike."

The HR manager, Anita, smiled and pointed out Martina's desk, which was opposite mine. Martina thanked Anita, and took her place at the PC. Anita walked out of the room. Martina stood and shut the door.

"Go on then." She said, sitting back down. "Ask away."

I rubbed my temples, preying my headache would disappear.

"There's nothing to ask." I told her. "It's pretty obvious. You're a student, who needs money. But surely the job at the strip-club makes enough?"

She nodded. "More than enough, but I can't put it on my CV can I?"

I laughed out loud. "True enough."

We sat in silence for a bit, then, when I found the time, I delegated some work to her. 

"Did you enjoy it?" She asked.

After a moment of silence, I said; "yes I did. Very much, but I don't know why."

"Good. I'm proud of my work."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Very, very much so. I just play myself. I do what makes me happy."

"So you're a sadist?" She nodded. "Why?"

She shrugged. "I don't know why exactly, I just love to see men, and women, cowering below me. I love torturing them, seeing them cry, seeing them fighting their conflicting emotions. I love every second of it."

"Right. What do you like most?"

"Causing physical pain is great, but emotional pain is best. Humiliation, forcing men to do things they don't like, just so they can please me."

"Hmmm… Forcing what?"

She licked her lips. "Feminisation, homosexuality, public exposure."

I burst out laughing. "You force people to do that? Force them how?"

"I can get any man to do what I want."

"Hmmm…"

"I fucked your ass without too much persuasion."

"Okay, okay, keep that to yourself."

"And what will you do if I won't?"

"Aha, I see how this works."

She smiled. "Don't worry." She got up and walked up behind me. "Still got a headache?"

"Yeah, terrible." She put her hands on my temples. They felt so soft and warm. She rubbed me gently. "Oh God, you're amazing."

"Hmmm…" Her voice was soft. "Close your eyes, and relax." I did. "Do you have a wife?"

"No."

"Girlfriend?"

"No."

"Good. I want you to serve me."

"Excuse me?" I said, jumping up. She pulled me back and continued rubbing my head. 

"Sit still. Would it be so bad?"

"Public humiliation? Forced homosexuality? Yes, it would be so bad."

"Relax. I won't do anything you truly don't want to do."

"Can't we start it with a date?"

"Sure. What sort of date?"

"A date, date. Dinner, a movie."

"Sure. Tonight?"

"Sure."

"Great. Then maybe you can come back to mine."

I gulped. "Maybe."

Dinner was nice, the movie was crap, but it allowed us a chance kiss and cuddle. I then took her home and followed her up for a cup of tea.

There was no tea. We kissed the moment we entered the door, and seconds later, we were naked on the bed, with her on top of me, riding me like a cowgirl. She reached down and picked up her pink satin bra, then she started to thread it onto me.

"What're you doing?" I asked her, panting as she bounced on me.

"Indulge me. How's it going to hurt you?"

I nodded, and she fastened the bra behind my back. She kept her hands on my chest and used her thumbs rub my nipples through the thin satin. I had to admit it felt good. She had her first orgasm seconds later, I still hadn't; this was a first for me, usually the sign of an orgasm brought on my own.

She continued to bounce on me. "Can I put more on you?" She asked, gasping for air. I nodded. 

She reached into a bedside drawer and pulled out a long pink satin and lace nightie. She lipped it over my head and down to my cock. She rubbed the satin all over my body; it felt amazing.

"Oh God!" She cried out, another orgasm; yet still I hadn't cum. "Do you want to cum now?"

I nodded, confused at how she could induce an orgasm. But she did. I felt her pussy muscles clench down and ripple up and down my cock. I stared at her in shock as I came hard. She pulled off me and knelt over my face. I didn't know what she was doing until I felt the first drop of cum land on my face. I tried to pull away, but she held my face in place and let the rest of the cum fall on my face, then she pissed on me.

"Open your mouth." She ordered. "Do it!" I opened my mouth and swallowed her golden stream. It wasn't so bad, once I got over the initial fight in my head. "Mmmm." She lowered her pussy onto my mouth, then whispered. "Lick up." I did. "Good girl, very good girl." She whispered. 

She got up and opened her cupboard. It was full of sex toys and torture implements. She pulled out a cane and flipped it a little. 

"Turn over." I did, knowing what was coming. I turned my head to look at her, and watched as she slipped on a strap-on cock. I couldn't help but find the look of a sexy six foot thin woman wearing a 9inch rubber cock sexy. As I was thinking about this, I felt the first lash of the cane on my body. I screamed out. "Yeah!!" She called out. "Cry for me baby girl, cry." She brought the whip down fifteen more times in quick succession. I jumped around the bed trying to get away, but she kept getting me, hard. Tears ran down my face.

She grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to the bed, onto my knees, and then pulled my mouth to her cock. She rammed it down my throat and fucked my mouth hard. "Get it wet bitch, c'mon, get it wet baby girl." She said between clenched teeth.

I did my best, then she got behind me and plunged in, buggering me hard without remorse or mercy. 

"You love it bitch. Don't you girl?" She called out.

"Yeah! I love it!"

"Yeah! Tell me baby girl, tell me how much you love it!"

"I really love it. Mnnngghhh…." I moaned as we bucked about on the bed. "God I love it!"

"Me too. Can you imagine doing this every night? Go on, say it, say you'll be my bitch."

"I'll be your bitch."

"Say it!"

"I'm your bitch!"

"Again!"

"I'm your bitch!"

"Say you'll serve me forever!"

"I'll serve you forever!"

"Say you'll do whatever I want!"

"I'll do whatever you want! Mnnnnghhh, oh God, this is sooo nice."

"I know. Say you'll do all the things we talked about today!"

"I'll do everything we discussed today! Everything! I promise!"

"You'll let my other slaves fuck you?"

I was silent, as if in a vain hope she might drop the idea.

"Say it!!"

"Yes, I'll let your slaves fuck me!"

"Good!" As she fucked me, she bent around and gently rubbed my cock, but this time, she wasn't masturbating me, she was milking me. I came, but I had little or no orgasm. I felt unfulfilled, but that's what she wanted. "I need you to stay focused. I need you to really do the things you promised."

"I told you I would."

"But if you orgasm, then your head will tell you otherwise. Get dressed."

"Where am I going?"

"Home. Unless you plan to wear the same clothes two days in a row?"

"True."

As I was about to leave, she threw some long pink satin bloomers to me; they had thick white lace around the edges.

"Wait here." She ordered. I stood holding the panties. When she came back, she had two men, both dressed as women, on their hands and knees and on a leash, crawling by her side. "Kiss them both goodbye."

I was shocked by the scene in front of me and didn't move.

"I said, to kiss them both goodbye."

"Who are they?" I asked.

"Two of my slaves. I told you I had slaves."

"How many?"

"Live in? Four. Kiss them."

I got down on my hands and knees and kissed them on the cheek.

"No. Kiss them! Like lovers."

I frowned, tilted my head, and kissed each of them for a good few seconds; our tongues intertwining. It didn't hurt me, and it didn't turn me on that I was doing it, but what did turn me on was that I was being pushed into it. She was right all along. I looked up at her, and she knew what she had to do. "Kiss them again." She ordered. "NOW!" I did. "Feel the satin on them." I rubbed them all over. "Hold their cocks. Their panty covered cocks. Feel the satin and lace." My cock was rock hard. "Rub them." I did. "I was going to save this for another night, start you off slowly, but obviously, I'm too horny. Sissy Jamie, fuck his ass. Sissy Kelly, fuck his mouth." The sissies pulled my pants down, and one of them fed his cock into my mouth, whilst another fucked me. Martina picked up a digital camera and photographed me in all different positions. "That's it, fuck him like the whore he is." She whispered. She bent down to my ear and whispered. "Soon I'll make you look like them. Would you like that?" I nodded with the cock in my mouth, enjoying the sweet humiliation. 

The sissies didn't last long, and soon enough I was tasting cum straight from the source, and feeling it fill my ass. I loved every second, for some strange reason. For some strange reason, I felt these men dressed in puffy, frilly, bright satin dresses were somehow extremely sexy, but I just didn't know why.

Of course, Martina pointed out to me just how right she was. "I told you I can get men to do whatever I want, even gay sex."

I frowned at this comment.

She passed the bloomers I dropped back to me. "Wear those under your work clothes tomorrow. And remember, I will check."

I knew this was the start of something very important in my life, but I couldn't think what. If I really did get involved with Martina, full time, then how would I do it? I still had family, I had a high-powered job, and then there was the question of what would I be for her? I asked her that the next day.

She shrugged. "I don't understand."

"Well, you've got these four live-in slaves, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Well, if I was to start seeing you, regularly, what would I eventually be for you?"

She looked at me as if I was some sort of idiot. "You want to know if I would treat you as some sort of lover, or something, don't you?"

"Well…"

"Look, if you were to move in with me, then you would have to become completely enslaved to me. If, or maybe when, that happens, you will be in the same position as the rest of my slaves. You will not spend the night in my bed, you will spend it tied up, gagged, and locked in a cage in my basement. Eventually, I aim to move to a bigger place outside Prague, where I will have about 10 or so slaves who will serve me."

I frowned, disappointed. "So I'll just be another slave to you?"

"Yes. Why is it that every man at the beginning wants to be the one. I don't work like that. You all receive the same amount of attention, the same amount of care, the same amount of everything. In the end, you will have the freedom between each other."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that you will not be free from me, but you will have the freedom to play with the other sissies, in your spare time, which you will have very little of."

"So you plan to turn me into a sissy?"

She sighed. "I really have the urge to spank you right here and now, but I'm worried I'll lose the job. We discussed this last night. I told you, you will look like them. You agreed."

"But that was…"

"In the heat of the moment? Yes. Tough. Anyway, you're already my sissy."

"Huh?"

"Drop your pants." It clicked. I knew what she meant. Reluctantly, I dropped my pants to reveal the knee-length pink satin bloomers. Then I pulled the pants back up quickly. The rule was that people were meant to knock on my door before entering, but no-one ever did. In fact, company rule was that all office doors were to stay open unless in a meeting, but Martina had started closing mine. Then again, corporate rules, from the US, stated that I was not to be alone with a woman at any point, but everyone ignored that in the Czech office. Either way, I was worried people would walk in. "Pull them back down and bend over the table." 

I sighed, double checked the door, and did as she asked. She picked up a wooden ruler I had lying on my desk, strolled over in her black high heeled patent leather shoes, and pulled down the bloomers to reveal my arse. She then gave me twenty hard whacks on my already sore ass.

"Get dressed." She ordered, and we got back to work. "I'm ordering some sandwiches in for lunch, so don't make any plans."

"Why?" I asked her.

"We're going to eat here, whilst the office is empty."

"Oh."

She made a definite corporate no-no at lunch and locked the office door and closed the blinds. She then told me to bend over the desk with my pants and panties down. 

I watched as she dug around her bag and pulled out a latex glove and a tub of Vaseline.

"This is going to hurt, a lot, but you'll like it." She told me, as she also pulled out a ball gag. She put the gag on me, and zip-tied my hands behind my back. She then put the glove on and then rubbed Vaseline all over it. I wasn't stupid, I knew what was coming. She inserted two fingers into me, and pumped them in and out. Then she introduced a third and fourth, making sure to widen me as much as possible. I moaned into the gag as she began trying to add her thumb and get her hand in past her knuckles. Tears ran down my face as I thought I'd be split in two. "God this is one of my favourite things." She moaned. She was using her left hand to rub her clit.

She pushed her hand in hard. I screamed into the gag. With a sudden slip, the hand went in me. I felt my sphincter close around her wrist, and she let out a satisfied sigh. Then she closed her hand into a fist and pushed in as far as possible up her arm. Then she pulled out right to the tips of her fingers and pushed in again. After doing this nine or ten times, she kept her hand a fist and pulled that all the way out, then pushed back in again. She did that faster and faster until I could see her arm was a blur with the speed of her fisting. She milked my cock until I came on the desk, then she rubbed my face in it. She unfastened the gag. "Lick it up." I did.

She then had me get between her legs and lick her pussy.

We cleaned ourselves up, ate our sandwiches, and went back to work.

"After work, go home, get enough clean shirts and socks to last you 'till Friday. Then come to my place. I'll be waiting for you, so hurry." She tells me.

"Okay."

"I prefer, Yes Madam."

"Yes Madam."

It occurred to me that she said until Friday because she worked in the club Friday and Saturday nights. Of course, I was wrong.

"You will be spending the rest of the week with me." She tells me later. "You won't need your own clothes this weekend."

"Don't you need to work this Friday and Saturday night?" I ask her.

"I do, but that doesn't mean you can't wait for me. What do you think the rest of my slaves do whilst I work?"

"I never really thought of it."

"They work during the day, a couple are students, but on Friday and Saturday nights, they spend the night chained up in their cages."

"And they don't mind?" 

She shrugged. She doesn't care.

It was a strange feeling. Not something I wouldn't like, just a strange feeling. It was if my body was in a strange battle with itself, but I didn't know which side I wanted to win. I decided that since I had done the things I had done in the past few days, then this should not matter so much, but for some reason it did. 

I stood there, in front of Martina and her four slaves, each one dressed the same way I was, feeling embarrassed. The puffed up satin party dress was not meant to be sexy, in its original form, but was in its current form; at least I think it was.

Martina was proud of herself. She hadn't done my make-up, her slaves had; which made her all the more proud because it meant she had trained them well.

"Tonight, I want you to do some things you would normally never consider doing." She explained. I was slightly confused. "By that, I mean work things. For example, my personal toilet is next door. I expect you to clean the rim and seat with your tongue."

My stomach jumped when I heard that. "But that's unhygienic." I told her.

She slapped my face hard. "Don't be stupid, I'm not going to make you do anything which will make you ill. I don't shit on my seat or rim. Now, the next thing I'm going to expect you to do is to hand wash all my lingerie. I expect you to be the toilet tonight, for me and my slaves. The rotation changes on a nightly basis."




Like a Dream



"Toilet?" I asked, looking for explanation.

She slapped me hard again. "You're going to have to learn to talk only when given permission. If you want to know, toilet for piss, nothing more, yet. I have told the others that it would only be more if I decided to use it as a punishment, but so far I did it only once; isn't that right Christy." One of the sissies frowned and looked at the floor. "I won't hesitate to use it again though. Finally, I expect you to massage me whenever you have free time." That bit was fine with me.

"May I have permission to speak?" I asked.

She frowned, "go on, but I'm adding it to the list of offences, and based on the number you have by midnight tonight, I will decide the severity of your punishment."

"What about sex?"

She smiled. "One of the reasons I like you Michelle, is because you have a big cock. All my slaves have a big cock. I don't want to deprive you of sex, though I will use chastity cages on you to stop you from masturbating in the meantime." She clicked her fingers. "Show her."

The sissies lifted their skirts and lowered their panties, and showed him the plastic cage covering their cocks.

"Yours is in the post. I ordered it this afternoon."

"Will I be expected to wear it during work hours?"

"Always, except when I take it off you. And that's another one for the list of offences."

"I thought I still had permission to speak."

"And another one." I groaned. "And that's a big one. No-one moans or groans around here."

I frowned. "You're loving this aren't you?"

"No! I want you to behave yourself. But obviously you're loving this! If you continue like this, I'll run out of things to do to you."

I frowned again. She grabbed a belt of the sideboard and slapped me with it a few times. "Stop doing that you facetious little shit!" But there was less enthusiasm in the punishment, and sure enough she started giggling. I joined her. "Oh you're going to get it later." She told me between laughs. "Go clean the toilet."

The slaves led me to the toilet and one showed me what I should do. I noticed the sissy had a pierced tongue and I wondered when he got it. I got down on my knees, and with great reluctance, began licking the rim of the toilet.

"Little strokes." My new mistress called to me. I turned and saw her watching me, she was smoking a cigarette.

I went back to 'cleaning' the toilet, and spent nearly half an hour doing it until Martina was satisfied. 

"You took far too long to do it right, that's going on the list." I groaned again, and she smiled, shaking her head. "I think you're testing me." She told me. "Don't push me, because I can be brutal."

The next task was her underwear. I hand washed all of it as quick as I could, but still she was not please with my performance.

She needed a piss and used that opportunity to go in my mouth. I fought back the urge to throw-up, and made it past it. After her, two sissies, Jamie and Tanya, went in my mouth. I was surprised how everyone tasted different. 

Sissy Christy made dinner for Martina. It was obviously something she was good at. "I love having my own personal chef to cook me dinner every night."

I was given bread and water mixed together in a dog-food bowl, as were the others. We ate it up on our hands and knees, like dogs. I later found out that this would be our standard fare during the week in the evenings, as we all ate normal food during the day at work. The weekend was a little more relaxed in terms of what the food was and how we ate it -- depending on Mistress' mood, of course.

After dinner, Christy and Kelly pissed in my mouth. Kelly then pulled on my ear, as if flushing me, then gave me a sweet smile. Did I really find these men sexy?

Martina watched telly later. She took her slaves downstairs, keeping me upstairs. She stripped off and laid down on the sofa. "Massage me." She said, pointing to the oil on the table. I spent over an hour massaging her entire body from head to toe. In the end, my hands hurt more than her back ever could have.

"You disappointed me today." She told me. "If you really want to be my slave, then you have to learn to act like one."

"I never said I wanted to be your slave."

"Then why are you here?"

"Because…I don't know." I really didn't. "I suppose I do want to be your slave.

She smiled. "I know you do, but I also know this is new to you and you don't know what to expect. I suppose you could say I'm completely the wrong person to start you off on BDSM, as I am tough, but I like you, and want you to be here. Don't think just anyone gets the chance to be my slave. Do you know how many people offer? A lot! I love all my slaves very much, and they know that. Without love, there is little point in doing this."

"Are you saying you love me?" I asked her.

"I'm saying I will love you, in time. Right now, I have…feelings, for you. They are different than those I feel for my other slaves -- and do not ever tell them I said that -- which means something. For the moment I'm not sure, but I am sure I want to hurt you more than the others."

"Oh great."

"No, no, that's a good thing. Trust me." She got up and pulled me to the bathroom. "Now, for the first of your many punishments tonight, I will do something I said earlier I would reserve for a more serious punishment. Lie down and open your mouth."

I knew what she was talking about. "Please don't." I begged.

"Do it now." She said, calmly.

For some reason, even knowing that what she was talking about was downright disgusting, I couldn't help but feel it was my own fault. I lay down, closed my eyes, and opened my mouth, waiting. She squatted over my face and I felt the warmth of the shit before it entered my mouth. The moment it did, my brain took over and tried to force me to vomit. Luckily, I didn't, and I held this foul tasting mass in my mouth, as she pushed more and more in. 

"Chew it." She ordered. Again I gagged as I began to chew. "Swallow." I did, almost choking as I vomited into my throat. "Open up again, I'm not done." She filled my mouth again, and told me chew. I chewed. "Hold it there." I did. "Now swallow." I did, this time I had to dart to the toilet and vomit. She stood there laughing as the shit came back up and into her toilet. "Wash your mouth and clean your teeth thoroughly, then come back here to lick up the mess." I cleaned up as requested, then lay back down so she could squat over me again. I licked her ass completely clean, then washed my mouth again.

"I did warn you." She told me. "Come to bed."

She gave me a nightie to put over my bra and panties. She tied me to the head of her bed, then rode my rock solid cock. It had pretty much been like that for the whole evening. She let me cum only after she had cum three times. Then she fucked my ass for a half hour or so.

"Come on." She said, pulling me up. She led me downstairs, into the cellar for the first time. There, were about six tall cages, they looked like stretched bird cages, certain no room to move; four were occupied by the four sissies, gagged, wearing baby-dolls and rompers, with their hands and legs chained up. Each cage had a name printed above it, all except one. I read them, Sissy Kelly, Sissy Christy, Sissy Jamie, Sissy Tanya, and Sissy Michelle. Ah, she already had my cage prepared.

She opened up the cage door and put me in. She then cuffed and chained my wrists, and then my ankles. The arm chains led to the ceiling. She pulled a ratchet which raised me up until I was suspended in the air.

"Why are they allowed to be on the ground and I'm not?" I asked.

"Exactly because of that. Learn to behave and stop asking stupid questions." She spun me around, and then pushed a rather fat butt-plug up my ass. "I don't expect to find that out of you in the morning." She then gagged me, and said, "you won't be getting any sleep tonight." That much was obvious, but what she really meant was, that she was going to make it worse. She attached two, weighted, nipple clamps to my nipples, and two more onto my scrotum. I cried out in pain, tears running down my face. "I told you I can be brutal. Watch." Shook my head, pleading. Instead, she produced hypodermic needles, and pushed them through each nipple, between the clamps. She then pushed another through the head of my cock, again causing me to scream. "Just one more." She undid the gag, then pulled a long thick needle out, and a pair of pliers. "Tongue out." She said, nonchalantly. I shook my head. She grabbed my hair and began slapping me repeatedly until I gave in and put my tongue out. She grabbed the tongue with the pliers and pulled it out further, then she press the needle through, preventing me from closing my mouth and pulling my tongue in. "Good night. Don't ever fuck with me like that again, otherwise I'll do much worse." She moved to the door. "Your punishment continues tomorrow."

The night was very long. I didn't sleep a wink. When Martina let us out in the morning, she made sure to wash all my wounds with antiseptic fluid. She then replaced each needle with a metal stud. My tongue had swollen slightly, and I was unsure how I would explain it at work.

"Tell them you got your tongue pierced." Martina told me.

She made me wear baggy black and white satin French knickers, a white matching bra, and a matching suspender belt. Then she made me put on some black silk stockings. 

"Put your suit on over that." She ordered. I did as told, and although the bra was flat against my chest and not at all wired, the lace trim was visible under the shirt. I pointed this out to her. "I don't care. Let's go." 

At work, I kept my suit jacket on all the time, preying no-one would visit. To make things worse though, I still had the butt-plug in me, and my nipples and scrotum were red raw. To make matters even worse, I couldn't put a decent sentence together thanks to my swollen tongue. Of course, some of the people at work noticed the lisp. I showed them the piercing and they mostly told me it was cool, to my relief. 

Lunchtime meant I was to go without lunch as more punishment. "I've got your lunch right here." Martina told me spitefully, as she pushed me on my back and squatted over my mouth again.

"Please don't. Not at work." I begged, in tears.

She ignored me, of course, and seconds later, I saw her sphincter pucker and open, pushing the shit into my mouth.

"Swallow, lick." I did as I was told. This happens again in the afternoon.

I ask her if this is going to continue.

"I will do it a few more times, until I think you get the message. I will also cause you so much humiliation today, you'll wish you were dead."

"Please, why are you doing this to me?" 

"Because I like it, and I know you like it."

She fists me again just before we go home, but this time she's left the door unlocked. It was sheer luck that no-one walked in.

That night, I was whipped until I had blood leaking down my ass and back. She then rubbed salt into the wounds. 

"Get on your hands and knees." She told me. I did, and her sissies each took turns to fuck my ass. 

Later, at her request, I got dressed in a pink puffy satin sissy dress. Sissy Kelly did my make-up, and I completed myself with a wig. I was then given girly black shoes to put on. Martina took my hand, and walked me to the door.

"We're going out." She tells me.

I looked at her in horror but didn't dare speak out against her. With reluctance, we went out into the evening streets. We walked to a nearby shopping centre, and around the shops. I could see the people laughing at me, or the older people looking on in disgust. Martina then took me to the cinema, much to everyone's amusement there. Then the whole evening was completed by a two hour stroll through the centre of town. 

"I want you to skip the way home." She told me. "Holding the hem of your dress, skip like a little girl, and say, 'la-la, la-la' like a girl playing. Make sure you sound like a girl or I will beat the living shit out of you, right before you eat mine!"

I did as she asked and suffer the fits of laughter of the people on the street.

That evening, when we got home, she kissed me on the forehead and told me I've been a very good girl today. "You can sleep with me tonight."

She gave me a pink baby-doll nightie and matching thong knickers to wear to bed. We lied down and watched a movie. She let me take my wig or make-up off, and she sat smoking in bed. After a couple of puffs, she passed the cigarette to me. I took hold of it, unsure what she wanted.

"Smoke it." She said, lighting another for herself.

"I don't smoke." I told her.

"Did I give you permission not to smoke?"

"Well no, but…"

"Smoke it. Don't piss me off."

I tentatively put the cigarette in my mouth and smoked it, coughing along the way. When I finished, she lit me another. "This is how you should hold it." Showing me the most feminine way to hold a cigarette. "Smoke it." I did so reluctantly. By the end of the film, I smoked an entire packet of cigarettes. She had only two.

I woke up to the feeling of something prodding my ass. In a half-sleepy daze, I pulled my ass open and pushed back, thinking it was Martina. I felt a kiss on my neck and I smiled. Then I saw Martina, stood at the door, already dressed, smiling. 

I turned my head slightly and saw Christy. I relaxed a little and resounded myself to the fact I was bisexual, albeit against my will.

The warm cum up my bowels got me hard again, so Martina raised her pencil skirt, and lowered her pussy onto my cock. I loved the fact that she let me fuck her.

Go shower and shave. I forgot to mention that I had started shaving my body, at the order of my Mistress. When I came back, I found my clothes for the day lying on the bed. I sighed, and put them on. It was a red loose fitting satin teddy. It looked very 80s; and red self-holding stockings. I put my shirt on, and found it wasn't one of mine. It was a woman's blouse, in sheer white.

I looked at her, and she smirked. Just try to answer back. I could see her saying.

I sighed and put the blouse on. Then I reached for the trousers and found that they are tight, shiny black satin-look trousers, very feminine. 

We got to work, where I knew I'd have some explaining to do.

In my office, I have one boss. He is fifty percent in the Prague office, and fifty percent in the LA office. Today I was the boss. 

"Erm, Mike…" My colleague and friend Donald said. "Is there something you want to say?"

I sighed and started to speak, but Martina interrupted me. "Mike lost a bet with me about the football last night." She says. What football!? 

Donald burst out laughing. "You didn't bet on Rangers did you??" He asked.

Oh fuck! The UEFA cup final! I shrugged, looking dumb. "Yeah, I know, I'm stupid."

"Well duh!" He turned to Martina. "You should've made him wear make-up and a wig."

News got out that I lost a bet, and bit by bit people came to see me, just to get a glimpse. One of my team, Paula, put lipstick and eyeliner on me.

"Ha ha folks." I told them. I looked at Martina, and in front of several others in the office, I said to her. "Well the USA will definitely beat the Czechs in the Hockey next week. I bet you!"

Martina's smile grew into a massive grin. Others were saying I was an idiot, but Martina knew exactly what I was up to. "Oh they will, will they? Okay. But if I win, you have to come into work wearing the girliest dress I can find. With wig and make-up."

"Okay! And if I win, then you have to come in, in hot pants and a bra."

"Dude…sexual harassment, US company." Donald reminded me, making movements in front of his neck to say cut it out.

Martina raised a hand. "No, it's okay. I'll do it. Heck, I'll even come in topless if you want."

"Dude…do it, make the bet, it's worth the risk." Donald informed me, giving me the thumbs up.

Martina and I shook hands, and I gave her a wink. She leaned in to my ear and whispered, "Oh you're such my bitch. I own you."

"I know you do."

"So you're a betting man are you?"

"Yep." 

Donald looked at me with a confused look. "I haven't seen you once make a bet."

"Shut up Donald." I told him, still looking at Martina.

"Right-o."

I looked straight into Martina's eyes. She was smiling, but at the same time, she was trying to read me. "Okay. Why don't we take a look at the betting pages for what else we can bet on. Maybe tomorrow I can find something else for you to wear? A nice skirt perhaps."

News soon spread about my foolish bets, and people began to stop by with lipstick and nail polish. "Ha ha!" I told them.

"I want you to move in with me." She told me that night.

"And live in the cage?"

"Yes."

I began to think about it. "Can it be some days on, some days off?" 

Her turn to think. "Okay." She knew full well that I would end up with her every night, and I do. 

We made love again that night, then she fucked me with her strap-on. I was not allowed to sleep with her that night.

She tied me up inside the cage, but this time she left me on the floor. She then gagged me, and put three Nicorette patches on my back. After an hour of trying, I finally fell asleep.

The next morning, I had a craving for a cigarette. I was let out, taken upstairs, where I was fucked by Kelly, Christy, and Martina with her strap-on. They took turns on me, fucking either my ass or mouth, moving between the two, which I'm not entirely happy about.

They all piss in my mouth and tell me I am the toilet today.

I put on a pink corset, which was tight laced, satin thong panties, and pink stockings. "Here." She told me, handing me a pink satin blouse, the short sleeves of which were puffed up and the lapels of which had a lacy pattern. As I hold the blouse in my hands, looking at it incredulously, Martina says; "you may speak."

"What…I mean, how?" I asked.

"You are a really bad gambler." She said with a smile; and then it clicked, we made bets.

I sighed and reside myself to dressing in women's clothes to work. I put on the sexy shirt, actually enjoying the feeling, then I put on a black leather mini skirt. She then did my make-up, and put a wig on me.

She then handed me a shoe-box. "A little present for you." I opened it up to find two shiny black patent leather, thigh-high boots. The heels on them were five inches high, like nothing I've ever walked on. "Put them on. Don't worry about walking, you won't be doing much. These are yours, and yours only. The others always had to buy their own."

"Thank you." I told her, genuinely meaning it.

She smiled at me. "My pleasure."

I was pleased it was Friday. I could laugh the whole outfit and bet off as a Friday thing. I stood up on the heels and wobbled a bit before trying to walk. The trick was to keep straight and adjust where you put pressure on the sole of your foot. 

"I'm impressed!" Martina said. "I honestly can't believe you picked it up so quickly. 

Martina drove to work instead of me. I stepped out of the car, putting one leg out before the other, holding my skirt down. As I stood up and walked, I felt Martina staring at me. I turned around and saw her smiling at me. "You really are something." She said. "You're walking like a model."

Proud of myself, I kept walking that way, but swayed my ass a bit more. When I walked into the office, mouths dropped open. Donald saw me followed Martina and I to my office. 

"You lost again??" He squeaked. "Dude, I have to say, I find it a little unnerving, you being dressed like this."

"Why?" I asked.

He was nervous. "I, you, well…well you're kinda sexy!" 

Martina clapped, leaned back in her chair and laughed. "Brilliant!" She said. "That bothers you?" She asked him. "Why?"




Like a Dream



"Because I shouldn't be looking at another man that way!"

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not gay!!"

"So, it's Mike's fault that you find him sexy? That doesn't make any sense to me, sorry. I find Mike extremely sexy dressed the way he is. I wish he was dressed like that all the time. I wish you were dressed like that!"

"You…" Donald pointed a finger and was about to say something; instead he said, "you're weird, I'm not talking to you." So he turned to me. "Dude, do something about this; you can't be comfortable."

I wasn't going to let him treat my mistress like that. "Actually Donald, I do feel good like this. In fact, there was no bet; I dressed like this under orders of my mistress." I looked at Martina, who sat with her arms folded, looking smug. "And I love her, and if this makes her feel good, then it makes me feel good. I will be moving in with Mistress Martina, this weekend. There, I will live in a cage, with four other slaves, where I will be forced to perform sex acts, the likes of which you will never know. But do you know what? It's my decision. I choose to do it. Does it effect you? No."

He stood there, looking nervous. "So, what sort of sex acts?"

Martina sensed a chance to get perverse. "I piss in his mouth, fuck his ass with a strap-on, have him service my slaves, suck them, be fucked by them, I torture him, I pierced his tongue, dick, nipples; I fisted him right here in the office."

He turned to me. "Y-you let men fuck you."

"I didn't have any choice."

"How so?"

"Because my mistress ordered me to do it."

"So if I bent you over the table and fucked you right here…"

"I wouldn't do it."

"But if Martina told you to do it, you would do it?"

"Correct."

"Because you have to do what she says, no matter how humiliating to you?"

"Correct."

"Do you get off on the humiliation?"

"I do now, yes."

He turned to Martina. "You also get off on the humiliation?" 

"Yes."

"So if I said that I was going to fuck him, you would let me, because you know how humiliating it would be for him."

"Correct."

He walked behind me, slowly, and gently pushed on my back, forcing me over the desk. "So, if I was to call Kevin and put him on speakerphone, and tell him what I'm doing and why, then you would be completely freaked out."

"Yes," I told him.

Martina was grinning now. She walked over to me, pulled up my skirt and pulled down my knickers. Then she undid Donald's flies, taking out his hard cock. She spit on it, then sucked it for a bit, before aiming it at my puckering anus. Donald pushed in. He moaned, "ohhhh…yes, you're sooo tight." I moaned too; his cock was big and wide.

In the meantime, I heard dialling. "Hello?" Kevin said.

"Kev, this is Donald…" and he went on to explain what was going on.

"Dude, you're fucked up, but it sounds cool. Mike, or should I say Michelle, I'll have to come and see you."

I moaned. I couldn't speak; Donald's cock was slamming in and out of me like a piston. 

"Sorry Kev, he can't speak right now, I'm fucking him hard."

"Great, I'll just listen."

One or two colleagues had gathered to watch. They were laughing and staring. I was so embarrassed. Donald moaned and suddenly I was filled with his cum.

"Can I have a go?" My colleague Pavel asked. And no sooner had he said it, his cock was out and in my used ass.

More of my colleagues came in and began to put their cocks in my mouth and ass. Women and men alike pissed on me, slapped me, whipped me. I watched Donald kiss Martina, then they began to fuck, right in front of me. 

Wait, I thought, this can't possibly be real.

"Mike!" I heard. "MIKE!"

"MIKE!!!" My eyes shot open and I lifted my head up. Donald was stood in front of me, dressed. My assistant's table was empty, just a PC which was off. I looked down at myself and saw I was wearing my Gucci suit. What the hell?

"Errr…what?" I asked.

"Dude, what the hell?"

"Sorry, dozed off. What do you want Don?"

"Kevin's birthday this weekend, doofus! Is everything set?"

"Err, yeah mate, all set."

"The strip club?"

"Table booked."

"Good! This is going to be swee-eeet."

"Thanks Barney, now get out of my office."

"Fuck you." Donald said, leaving.

I sat there shivering. That was weird, I thought. Damn, it was all a dream. I couldn't believe that I was disappointed that it was all a dream.

Saturday night was a blinder. It was my friend Kevin's 30th birthday, and as such, we decided to make it a bit of a blinder. It started out with paintball, went on to karting, dinner, and a strip club. Prague's strip-clubs are something truly special. The girls are beautiful to say the very least, and there's always something for everyone.

We bought Kevin a special treat for his birthday; two strippers took him on stage, stripped him (almost) naked and danced on him. He was totally humiliated, and determined to get us back. The others placed the blame on me, after all, it was my idea, so Kevin decided that I needed to suffer the most.

But I didn't suffer at all. When the gorgeous latex-clad brunette approached, she stopped dead in her tracks and stared at me, probably in the same way I was staring at her. She reached out a hand to me and I took it, kneeling down in front of her and bowing my head.

"So it wasn't just my dream?" She asked.

"No…Mistress Martina."



Like a Dream



The heat woke her slowly; she slipped from dream into waking so easily she could distinguish no boundary between. The fan oscillated ineffectually, barely stirring the humid air that lay like a wet blanket over everything. Beyond the fan's feeble whirring she could hear the surf crashing on the beach. Restlessly, she turned over onto her side.

The last of a tiny tea-candle provided just enough light to see the shape of her sister lying next to her. She had no trouble sleeping. Katrina never did. Moments after her head hit the pillow she was dead to the world. This wasn't the first time Ada and her sister had shared a double bed on this trip and she had yet to see anything short of a parade disturb Katrina's rest.

Ada rolled onto her back again with a sigh. Bleary with exhaustion and -- let's be honest -- no small amount of tequila, her mind meandered over scenes of the party that evening. It would be the last before the rest of the guests left the villa, leaving her and her sister alone for two weeks. We always over-estimate how long this place stays entertaining, Ada mused wryly. The party had been good. Plenty of young men from the village nearby, willing to dance all night. Ada didn't speak Spanish but it hadn't proved a barrier; they were eager to convey their meaning any number of ways. She'd danced, but nothing more. Affectionate drunk she might be, but she had a boyfriend back in the States who was too good to lose.

God it had been a long time, though. These summer trips were always rather meditative in their monklike celibacy. She liked the sensation -- it sharpened her eyes, made the quiet ache in her a fever by the time their three weeks were up. The result always stunned her man speechless. And it inspired some unbeatable fantasies.

Running one hand over her bare belly Ada thought of the fellow she'd danced with the most that evening. Tall, long-haired, with eloquent eyes that spoke volumes. He spoke too, not seeming to mind that she understood not a word: all evening while they moved together he whispered in her ear, soft sibilant syllables she could never have hoped to translate. It didn't matter -- the brush of his breath against her neck had the same effect. She pressed her hips against his, let the heavy beat move her in slow spirals that never broke their contact. She felt him hard behind his zipper; he saw her nipples erect through her shirt.

Oh, she wanted him. She knew better, but sometimes that didn't help. That was why Katrina stayed nearby. They watched each other's backs on these trips, kept one another from doing anything stupid. When the last song ended Katrina grabbed her arm and steered her toward the door, laughing over her protests.

Thank god for that, Ada thought. But it sure didn't help her sleep afterward. Frustrated, she glanced over to see that Katrina was still sleeping soundly, then let the hand on her own belly slip down to rub her mound softly through her nightshirt.

Bad idea. Tonight her hunger wouldn't be silenced so easily; the light touch only made it worse. Careful not to shift her weight and shake the bed, Ada pulled her nightshirt up past her panties.

She brushed her fingers across her panties, biting her lip to contain her moans. She traced the outline of her slit through the thin fabric, then traced her clit. A harsh breath escaped her. Her wetness was beginning to soak through.

Finally she gave in. Pushing the gusset aside she drew one finger from the base of her vulva to the tip of her clit. Her hips jerked involuntarily -- she looked frantically at her sister. No sign of waking. She did it again.

Images of that young man danced in her head. Dancing with her, grinding against her, his cock aching for her. She imagined him thinking of her, stroking his cock, cumming with her face behind his eyes... but no name to cry out. Like a dream.

She brought in her left hand to tease her clit, freeing up the other to slide a finger inside her. She was soaking wet, desperate to orgasm. Her teeth hurt her lip, holding it still, keeping it silent as the urge to moan aloud became hard to bear.

Her eyes were closed. She didn't see her sister's hand until it covered her mouth. Then her eyes flew open and locked on Katrina's. Ada's busy fingers froze and she lay motionless, shocked, staring at her sister.

For a moment neither of them moved. Hot humiliation began to spread through Ada's body. She couldn't see much but her sister's wide, white eyes, the faint glimmers of the candlelight on her arm... she couldn't see her expression. Ada held still. She didn't know what to do. Then she felt Katrina's finger move on her lip.

Her sister traced her lip with the tip of one finger, traced the fixed expression of shock and embarrassment that silenced her. It tickled. Ada wanted to squirm but she was too bewildered. The alcohol still in her system made it hard to focus, hard to understand. Katrina's finger slipped into her mouth and touched her tongue.

Automatically she pressed back against the invading digit, moving her tongue up to meet it -- and then realized what that seemed like and fell still again. What was going on?

Katrina withdrew her finger. Her eyes never left Ada's as she brought her hand back to her side of the bed. It glistened with saliva. Slowly, deliberately, Katrina took her finger into her own mouth, sucking away the taste of Ada's.

Ada moaned then, helplessly, almost frightened. "Katrina..." she whispered.

"Shhh," her sister answered. She edged closer on the bed, traced Ada's jawline with her wet finger, provoking a shiver.

"Katrina, you're drunk," Ada said, trying to sound firm. "We can't..."

Her sister's lips on hers cut her off. She made a strangled sound of protest, but her pussy, robbed of the stimulation it so desperately needed, clenched with pleasure. Katrina kissed her deeply as she struggled with conflicting feelings. Her sister's tongue teased hers, encouraging it, drawing it out.

Ada closed her eyes, but she couldn't shut out the lust rising in her. I'm dreaming, she thought. If I think hard enough, I can turn her back into that guy. I'll pretend it's him and when I open my eyes it will be. But Katrina's hair fell around their faces and the smell of her shampoo was unmistakable. Ada's bond with her sister, so reliable, one of the only solid things in her life, battled inside her with instinctive revulsion. And both were slowly drowning in a rising tide of pleasure as Katrina's tongue danced against hers.

It's a dream. Think of it like a dream, she thought over and over. It doesn't matter what happens... it's just a dream. And indeed, dreamlike, she felt her body moving without her conscious will, her hand reaching up to curl around the back of Katrina's neck, to pull her closer. How could this be her? How could her emphatically straight sister be doing this? It must be a dream.

Ada's hips lifted off the bed as her sister's hand stroked her belly. Finally their kiss was broken, and Katrina looked down at her with unreadable eyes. Ada was transfixed by the wanton shape of her sister's mouth, the glitter of saliva on her lip, the way the hair fell around her face and made her mysterious, intangible. Ada sighed, mesmerized by those dark eyes. A face one could hardly help falling in love with.

Katrina cupped her sister's breast in one hand, startling another weak protest from her. It was silenced by no more than a lifted eyebrow and a gentle squeeze. Then Katrina lowered her head and licked the soft mound through Ada's nightshirt. She nipped lightly, closed her mouth over the nipple, tongued it until the fabric was soaked through. Ada shifted eagerly, entangling her hands in her sister's hair. She could no longer contain her quiet moans.

Katrina pushed the wet fabric out of the way, trying to pull Ada's nightshirt off. Ada chose this moment to mount one last resistance, clinging to the shirt and sitting up against the headboard, her arms crossed over her chest. Katrina looked at her reprovingly.

"Katrina, this is wrong. I don't know what's gotten into you but I'm... I'm not a lesbian. And you're my sister! You have to -- "

Katrina listened impatiently. When it seemed unlikely that her sister would stop, she calmly reached down and sunk one finger knuckle-deep into Ada's streaming pussy.

Ada bucked and cried out, "Ohhh OH!" Her hands flew apart, grabbing the headboard behind her as her pussy spasmed around her sister's finger. When Katrina withdrew her hand she fell still with a soft sound of loss. She no longer tried to stop her sister removing her nightshirt. Katrina had made her point.

Shivering faintly, Ada still covered her breasts as the nightshirt fell off the bed. She looked at Katrina submissively, now almost afraid to provoke her. Katrina crouched over her and began teasing her nipple with her tongue. Ada groaned in surrender as her nipple stiffened until it hurt, aching to be touched. Her sister suckled her hungrily, first one nipple, then the other, leaving them gleaming in the low light.

Katrina straightened up on her knees and shifted closer to her sister. Ada pressed against the headboard, unsure what was to come. Katrina gently took hold of her chin and lifted it, teasing her mouth open with her thumb. Very deliberately her sister guided her nipple into Ada's mouth and held her head there.

Ada could hardly help at least brushing Katrina's nipple with her tongue. The instant she did, her sister moaned and forced her head closer, thrusting out her chest. Ada licked her slowly, but the tequila and the untended heat between her legs was cluttering her head, filling her with unreliable impulses. She sucked at the nipple, flicking it with her tongue, relishing its small, hard texture and the sounds Katrina made when she caught it between her teeth.

Her sister was straddling her now, guiding her back and forth between her nipples and rocking her hips steadily against Ada's. Each bump of their hips together sent a ripple of pleasure through Ada's body. She could feel her sister's panties rubbing over her skin. They were as drenched as Ada's own.

Katrina tore Ada's head from her breasts, jerking her chin up, forcing Ada to meet her eyes. She leaned down and whispered against Ada's lips, her breath making her sister shiver: "Still want me to stop?"

Ada took hold of Katrina's hips, pulling them against hers, grinding her pussy against her sister's through the two layers of soaking wet fabric between them. "No," she whispered fervently. "Please don't stop. I wa... I want you."

As that phrase escaped her lips, it seemed to take with it the last of Ada's reservations. She bucked hard against her sister's rolling hips, and taking one another in their arms, they humped each other faster and faster. Ada moaned continuously, every breath carrying the sounds of her ecstasy. Katrina breathed against her sister's neck, felt their panties slip over their dripping pussies, felt the labia beneath shift and squish together. She felt the soft lump of her sister's clit and aligned her own with it, and when she jerked her hips forward the crash of pleasure nearly overwhelmed her. She raised her head to lock lips with Ada, their tongues dueling ferociously now, uninhibited, wanton. Ada's moans died in her mouth and she felt her long-awaited orgasm beginning to rise. No, no no, chanted one small, nearly strangled part of her. The rest of her screamed Yes, yes, please yes, forever yes... It was too late now. Nothing would stop her from... oh god... from cumming against her sister's pussy.

Thinking the words, the terrible, unthinkable words, sent her over. With each muscular clench of her pussy she whispered it again: My sister... my sister's pussy... my sister cumming... It's like a dream...

Katrina rammed her hips into Ada's and held her still as her pussy convulsed. She threw back her head and cried out, not caring who heard her. They came hard, a rush of juices from each soaking the other, the spasms moving them in three short, sharp jerks.

For a moment Ada lay still, relishing the momentary relief from the need that had been plaguing her for the past week. Then her sister shifted her weight and it returned, blazing, irresistible. God, that had barely dulled it at all! Before the aftershocks stopped she could feel her body begging for more, and she could no longer resist.

She ran her hands over Katrina's back, reaching her panties and drawing them down over her ass. Katrina chuckled softly and rolled off her sister, adjusting her position to allow Ada to remove her clothing. For a moment Ada just stared as Katrina leaned back on her hands. Her sister's pussy was beautiful, the soft hair dark and sparkling with her wetness. Ada moaned wordlessly and reached out.

Seeing that she would have to help, Katrina scooted closer, wrapping her open legs around Ada's. She leaned forward and kissed her sister, reassuring her with her tongue. Ada's fingers found Katrina's cleft and danced over it, introducing themselves. She found the round jewel at the top and rubbed its hood softly, and Katrina shuddered with pleasure. She found the delicate lips that concealed her depths and traced them, parting them with two fingers and slipping one finger deeper to tease the tight entrance. Katrina clung to her shoulders and whispered sharply, "Do it. Finger me, little sister."

Ada was startled out of her exploration for a moment. Katrina shook her hard. "What, you can do it but you can't hear it?" She tilted her head and said deliberately, "Finger me. Slide that finger deep inside my pussy."

Unable to disobey those eyes, Ada thrust her finger into her sister's soaking cunt. She felt the wet, resilient walls contract around her and groaned. She thrust again, and again, desperate to feel those sharp little clamps, to hear the short breaths in her ear. Katrina rolled Ada's nipples between her fingers and gasped each time her sister's hand struck her clit. Finally she could take no more. She shoved Ada back onto the bed and crawled up to fling one leg over her. She straddled her sister's face.

"Now tongue me, little sister. Lick my clit and stick your tongue up inside my pussy. Make me cum on your face."

Ada's moans vibrated the warm, wet flesh above her. She had no idea what to do but the lust sweeping through her offered no alternative: she sunk her tongue into her sister's sodden pussy, kissing her lips, fondling her clit frantically. Katrina humped helplessly against the amazing sensation, forcing herself again and again into Ada's mouth.

With her tongue Ada teased Katrina's clit out from under its hood, then locked her lips around it, suckling it like a nipple. Katrina cried out. Before she could take a breath, Ada thrust two fingers into her pussy and her sister abruptly jerked away, panting.

"No. No, baby, I don't want to cum yet." She smiled wickedly. Ada looked bewildered.

"Soon. I promise. I just want you to be there with me." Her smile was real now, and Ada's heart melted. This is dangerous, she thought. I can't fall in love with my sister. But when she looks like that... god, it's like a dream.

Katrina turned to straddle her the other way, and without warning covered Ada's pussy with her mouth. Ada gasped and reared up to continue her ministrations, communicating her cries of bliss as vibrations on her sister's clit. Closing their legs around one another they formed a moaning, twitching unit, each one's lust causing the other to tongue her faster in a rising spiral of pleasure.

Ada licked away the trails of wetness brought out by her thrusting fingers and sucked hard at her sister's lips, hoping for more. Katrina stretched her tongue to its considerable limit and sunk it between those swollen lips, into the sweet, hot interior. She felt her sister spasming. She felt the orgasm begin.

Katrina's pussy expelled a rush of juices into Ada's mouth, and Ada swallowed a scream as she came all over her sister's face. They shook and convulsed, clinging to one another. "Oh GOD!" Ada cried as the waves of pleasure made her body go slack. "Ada," murmured her sister, loving whispers nearly muffled by the wet thighs locked around her head. "Ada, Ada, Ada..."

For a moment Ada felt as if she might fall asleep. The fever inside her was still. She had never felt so peaceful. Then Katrina rolled aside and turned around to take her in her arms.

"I love you," her sister whispered, fixing her with those dark eyes, those irresistible eyes that had always kept her safe and taken care of her. "I know what it must seem like, but... I love you. I had to tell you."

Ada's lips formed the same words as she blinked back a film of tears. Then she laughed. "Oh, I'm going to have to tell Matthew something. I can't imagine what I'll say!"

Katrina smiled, brushing sweaty hair back from her sister's brow. "Don't worry about that now. Think you can sleep?"

Ada nodded. "You wore me out, dearest..." She settled her head against her sister's shoulder, comfortable despite the heat, and drifted back into her dream.



Like a Dream



 All characters are over the age of 18.

*****

The wind blew harder than normal on that day, bringing with it the storm clouds. The sky darkened and the air cooled as the heavens released their pent up frustration. In a flash the streets below were lit up, followed by the growl of an angry beast that echoed through the alleyways and sewer systems. The street lights tried to flicker to life much like a candle struggling in the wind. The steady hum of the bulbs were drowned out by the growling and hammering of the sky. 

Another flash of light raced through the sky, the only thing on the on the streets were the pouring rain and a single man. Bag slung over his shoulder he walked down the middle of the road, the rain clung to his jacket, soaking him to the bone. The wind struck him trying to impede his pace but it was no use. He kept his steady pace as he made his way down the street. 

Another roar ripped across the skies, the distant sound of a barking dog following. This town has seen more gloom and rain than most. The only shining light for him in these stormy times were a little coffee shop off the main road that sat right on the corner.

While everything else was closed the shop was still lively or those who never let the storms kill their spirits. The man reached the door of the shop, when he opened it and stepped inside the warmth wrapped around in him a tight embrace, striking away the hold the beastly storm had on him. Soft music and the smell of roasting coffee caressed his senses. 

He dropped his bag onto the floor and pealed the jacket from his body. The regulars were eagerly awaiting for the open mic night to start. The local talent that braved the storm just to perform. The man looked at the menu, it consisted of coffees that one would expect. His eyes drifted to a second menu that listed a bunch of different beers, all of them from local breweries.

"So what can I get for you?" a woman's voice came from the mans side, he looked over towards the counter. 

The woman behind the counter stood at five foot five with a slim build and auburn hair that was buzzed on the sides and back but long enough on top to be put into a small mohawk if she had the desire, but at this moment it laid flat. 

Her skin was pearl white with lips that resembled the color of crimson. The jeans she wore hugged her body much like a second skin, her shirt just long enough to cover her stomach. He knew that if she were to reach for anything above her head or stretch that it would expose her. 

The young man found her breath taking, he cleared his throat and spoke, "I would like an oatmeal stout please." He gave her a smile and she smiled back, now whether or not it was a genuine smile or she was just returning his it didn't matter because it was beautiful to watch a smile cross over her face. 

"I've never seen you before, is it your first time here?" her voice was calm and smooth as she spoke to him. 

"Yeah first time here, it seems very welcoming. And after walking for as long as I have it is exactly what I need." He pulled out his wallet as she came back with his drink and she let out a little laugh.

"You've been walking in this? That either takes a brave soul of a very stupid one." He pulled out some cash and nodded.

"You could say it is a little bit of both really. Though I find walking is much more fun and allows for more adventures." He had a smile on his face as he paid for his drink. 

She returned his smile and handed him his drink. He walked over to a small door that was next to the stage which went out to a small waist high fenced area with metal tables and covered from the rain.

He set his beer down on the metal table before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his smokes. He grabbed out and brought it to his mouth, it hung from his lips unmoving even as the wind tried to rip it away from him. 

His lighter came out and soon it produced a little red cherry. Dragging in the smoke brought warmth to his chest, as he exhaled the wind shipped the smoke around him just as rain started to fall even harder. Music started pelting the window behind him, the menthol scent mixing with the rain. 

He grabbed his beer and took a sip, as he set it back on the table the door behind him opened up and the woman from behind the counter came out and lit a smoke of her own. 

The young man gave her a smile and she returned one. "So what was your name?" the woman asked as she exhaled the vanilla scented smoke. 

"I'm Michael, it's a pleasure to meet you." he said then took another drag.

"Well Michael, I'm Jessica it is nice to meet you as well." 

Lightning struck in the distance causing a car alarm to be heard. The music died down and was replaced with clapping as the first performer got off the stage, Michael took one final drag before dropping it to the ground and stomping it out with a quiet scrape.

He picked up his beer and tilted it towards Jessica, "This beer is really good, I haven't had it before, where is it from?" He took another sip as she exhaled her last drag.

"It's a local beer brewed in the next town." She dropped her smoke and stomped it out and turned for the door. 

Michael followed back into the warm shop. She went back to the her position behind the counter as Michael sat down on the worn leather couch that faced the stage. He set his beer down on the table in front of him. 

Dark rings littered the table from years of coffee mugs being set and bumped. He leaned back and look around, in front of where he was sitting was the stage, on one side was the window that over looked the area he was at moments ago.

Old and broken guitars hung from hooks by the window, the other side of the stage were book cases fill from stop to bottom with books and old unopened beer cans. To the right of the stage were the tables, benches lined the walls on both sides. Behind him was the counter and bathroom as well as a couple more tables and a large window. 

He brought his glass back to his lips as the next person got up on stage. While the young man was playing the storm outside got worse, the wind picked up so much that a car parked near the curb was lifted up onto to wheels and slammed back down onto all fours.

Michael jumped at the sound and the man playing on state stopped mid song as everyone's eyes were drawn towards the window. The lights flickered as the car was lifted again and slammed once more. The lights quickly shut off which was met by an audible gasp. Michael turned his head away from the window and went back to sipping his beer, Jessica looked over at Michael who was sitting there calmly. 

Everyone else started to get up and gather their things, with the power out the vibe seemed to die down quickly. After a few minutes everyone had left but Michael and Jessica. He finished his beer as she sat down next to him and pulled a hoodie over her.

"So with the power out I'm going to have to close up." she said as she brought her knees to her chest ash she looked over at him.

With hardly any light entering the shop and the only sound being the wind and rain outside and the quiet breathing from the two remaining occupants made the moment very intimate. Thunder rolled making the windows shake, Jessica jumped and grabbed onto his arm and buried her face into his shoulder. As another boom rocked the shop she let out a little yelp.

"It's strange that you are reacting this way, the storm has been going on since I walked in here." he laughed as she gripped his arm tighter, her body visibly shaking.

"That's because there were distractions...I don't like thunder." she looked up at him just as another roar ripped through the streets causing her to drop her head again.

Michael once again let out a small laugh, "You know you wont be able to lock up if you stay attached to my arm like that."

She let out a small laugh herself and let go of his arm, "Sorry...Hell I don't even know you , yet I was on your arm like we were dating."

The thunder moved away from the shop but the heavy rain stayed, "You know I didn't mind you grabbing my arm like that." he said with a smile as he stood up and stretched. 

Jessica smiled and stood up as well. "Time for you to close up and head home, it was nice meeting you Jessica." 

Michael went over by the door and put on his still damp jacket before reaching down and grabbing his bag. 

He placed his hand on the door just as she called out from behind, "Could you walk me home? I don't live that far from here...please?" 

He turned and looked at her with a smile and gave her a nod, "Sure, it would be my pleasure." 

She smiled and jumped a little before running into the back to grab her stuff. She came back with her umbrella and a smile. They stepped outside and both lit up a smoke almost at the same time. They started to walk to the left of the shop and passed by a church, the rain lightened up but was still strong enough to make a small symphony when the drops collided with the metal of and rough fibers of the tree leafs. 

While they walked he held the umbrella for her instead of both of them being under like she had suggested a few times. When they finally stopped it was in front of a small apartment building. They made their way to her door and when she turned to thank him she noticed he was once again soaked to the bone.

His dirty blonde hair plastered to his face, his jacket and pants wore on him like a second skin.

"Oh my god! You have to be freezing, you are coming inside and I'm not taking no for an answer." 

Before Michael could even protest he was dragged inside her apartment. It was a small one bedroom, the kitchen was to the left as they entered with a small washer and dryer tucked away in a closet to their left. In front of the kitchen was a small living room with a couch against the wall and hand drawn pictures hanging above it. 

There was a TV across from the couch next to a door that led into the bedroom. In side the bedroom the walls were purple and in the center was a queen size bed and a cherry wood dresser to the right next to a small closet hallway that lead to the bathroom. 

Michael took off his boots and set them by the door, Jessica closed the door behind them and went over towards the bathroom to grab a towel.

"You can go a head and get undressed, I'll be right back." 

He walked into the kitchen and did just that, he dropped his jacket to the floor and it crumpled under its wet weight.

When Jessica came out from the bathroom she stopped dead in her tracks and stared wide eyed at him. Michael stood at five nine with slightly tanned skin and a muscular tone. He had a clock work tattoo in the center of his chest and two wings on his shoulder blades. His boxer briefs clung tightly to him leaving very little to her imagination. 

He looked up at her and smiled, "Figured the kitchen would be the best place so I didn't get your carpet wet." 

She blushed hard as her eyes scanned over his body, she walked over the counter and turned her head as she handed him the towel. He wrapped the towel around his waist before pulling his underwear off and gathering the rest of his clothes and draped them over the sink.

"Thank you for the towel Jessica." 

She looked at him and stuttered out a response. "No...No problem, you...you should probably go and dry off." 

Michael nodded and walked into the bathroom closing the door behind him. Jessica went and sat on the couch before lighting a few candles to give the room some light, she leaned back on the couch and pulled her knees back up to her chest, her face still warm as the blush refused to leave.

"Oh my god, I can't believe I invited a man I literally just met to my house." she spoke quietly to herself and heard the bathroom door open a little later.

Michael came out with a new towel wrapped around his waist and leaned against the door frame.

"So since my clothes are hang drying, I hope you don't mind just the towel." 

He said as we walked over towards the couch and watched her scoot back.

"Thank you for the towel, though with no power I'm going to be with out clothes for awhile, I'll just let them..."

Before he could finish saying what he had to say she blurted out. "You can stay here for the night!" 

She blushed even harder when she realized what she just said. Michael just smiled and as he sat down on the couch. The shadows from the candle light danced across his chest, she found her eyes once again scanning his body. As he yawned and stretched the light traced over his muscles. 

Jessica didn't notice that he was staring back at her until he spoke and broke her from the trance, "You must really like what you see if you are happy with burning a hole in my chest." 

He finished with a small chuckle as she tried to hide her face after being caught and tried to make it look like she hadn't been staring.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, I haven't even been looking at you." He just shook his head and smiled. 

The wind was picking back up causing the rain the slam into the window. The room was lit up quickly as the sky erupted in what sounded like a bomb going off. Jessica jumped right into his lap and buried her face into his bare chest and started to violently shake. He softly wrapped her arms around her and brought her close.

"It's okay Jessica, it's just thunder it can't hurt you." He spoke calmly and quietly since her head was right against his chest. 

She continued to shake as another flash lit up the room followed by another load roar. She pulled herself tighter into a ball trying to make herself as small as possible. Michael just shook his head and moved his hand to her chin to lift her face up. She looked into his as his lips pressed softly against hers. 

She stopped shaking as her hand grasped at his chest, another crack of thunder rolled over the apartment and she leaned deeper into the kiss. Michael broke the kiss reluctantly, not wanting to part from her velvet lips. 

Jessica reached up and pulled his face back towards her and just whispered, 

"No." 

She kissed him again while bring her arms up and wrapped them around her neck. No longer was this a kiss to distract from the thunder, it was now a kiss with passion and lust. His hands trailed down her cotton hoodie to the now exposed small of her back, his finger tips traced up her spine causing a gasp to escape from between her lips.

She adjusted herself so she was now straddling him and started to grind against his lap as they continued to kiss. Michael broke the kiss and softly pushed her away.

"Look Jessica, I kissed you to distract you from the thunder. Now I'm not saying that I don't want this because I sure as hell do. But the question is do you really want to do this or would this be something you regret in the morning."

Jessica looked down at his bare chest the back up to his eyes as she bit her lip, you could tell she was struggling with the answer. 

"I do, I do want this...oh so very much." 

She smiled and leaned forward and kissed him again this time with force. Given the go a head he grabbed the base of her hoodie and shirt and pulled them up her body and over her head as she lifted her arms to help free herself. He threw the clothing to ground and ran his fingers over her soft skin. He looked down at the beautiful sight in front of him. 

Held behind the black bra were small B cup breasts just waiting to be freed. Michael's fingers trailed up to the clasp holding them and in one quick motion and it unhooked. Jessica reached up and slowly slid the straps off her shoulders and held the bra in place and gave him a smile before tossing it to the side. 

He placed his hands on the small of her back and started to kiss down her neck, gently biting her collar bone caused a gasp to emanate from her lips. She let herself be supported by his hands as she leaned back allowing him access to more of herself. 

He continued to trail kisses down her chest till he reached her perky nipples. His tongue danced around them before be took one into his warm waiting mouth. She let out a deep moan and ran her fingers into his hair as he gently bit down. 

She started to grind into his lap once again, with each thrust the towel he was wearing started to come undone until the only thing left between them were her pants and underwear. Michael released the nipple from his mouth and in one swift motion picked her up and got off the couch, the edges of the towel falling from his thighs. 

He set her gently down on the floor, she gasped at how quickly the change of position had went. She looked up into his eyes and smiled. He once again kissed down her chest, this time going between her breasts. 

When his lips touched her stomach it retracted as her body gently shivered. He stopped just above the waist line of her pants and trailed his tongue across the line causing a soft moan to escape from her lips. He used his tongue and skillfully popped the button of her jeans, his mouth moving to the zipper, he placed it between his teeth and slowly pulled it down. 

Michael's hands trailed up her thighs, his fingers curling under the rim of her pants. She lifted her butt off the ground to help him remove them. With her pants off he tossed them to the side and started to kiss and nibble up her thighs, switching from one to other. 

Jessica squirmed beneath him as he got closer to her inner thighs. He looked up and even in the faint candle light he could see the wet spot already soaking through on her pink boy shorts. His hands came to rest on her hips, his face only inches away from panties. The sweet aroma coming from between her legs filled his nose. 

He breathed in her heavenly scent before reaching his tongue out and tracing her lips through the fabric. She let out a moan as his tongue to continued to tease, he continued to move his tongue, learning the indirect taste of what was soon to be his.

His finger tips slipped under the waist line of her panties and slowly pulled them down, and at last being tossed to the side. Her quivering pussy now free from its cotton prison glistened in the candle light, much like morning dew on a flower. 

Michael ran his finger slowly over her pussy and came to rest above her clit causing her to take in a sharp breath. As his finger traced around the swelled hood, her fingers curled and grasped for something to hold on to.

He leaned back down and brought his mouth within inches of her lovely mound. His warm breath ran over her before he freed his tongue and slipped it slowly inside of her. Her sweet taste hit him as his tongue danced in circles. Jessica let out a sharp moan as his tongue explored every inch of her insides. 

His finger continued to move in small circles around her clit, matching the speed of his tongue. The more he moved the louder Jessica's moans became. He switched out his finger for his mouth, taking her clit inside his mouth as his finger slid inside of her and ran over her g-spot. 

Her hands quickly came down and grabbed his hair as her moans got louder and more raspy. Jessica began to thrust her hips and clamped her thighs against his head as her body started to shake from her first orgasm.

"OH GOD YES MICHAEL, YES!" she continued to hold onto his head as the waves started to subside her thighs let off and fell back onto the floor.

He let go of her clit as he pulled his finger out from her and trailed his lips back up her body to her lips.

As he straddled her she looked into his eyes and smiled, he kissed her again before speaking.

"You know there have been so many more cracks of thunder." She just nodded and ran her hand down his chest. 

"I heard them but didn't care." She smiled as he hand reached its destination. 

Her fingers wrapped around the shaft of his rock hard cock and started to stroke it slowly. She looked down at it then looked back up at him and licked her lips.




Like a Dream



"I want you to fuck me, be rough with me Michael." 

He kissed her deeply, his hands reaching under her as he got on her knees. Lifting her hips he brought his cock towards her warm waiting embrace. She helped guide him in and as he entered he angled, pressing against her g-spot once again as he bottomed out.

Every fold of her insides seemed to wrap around him, not wanting to let him go. He shifted his hands one more time to make sure he had a good grip before lifting her off the ground. Jessica let out a squeal and wrapped her arms and legs around his body.  

Once on his feet he pressed her against the wall. His thrusts started out slow, with each thrust Jessica would moan and grip his back. As his thrusts sped up her moans got even louder, her nails digging into his back. His cock was hitting all the right spots most of which she had never had touched. 

Her body shook as another wave of pleasure washed over her, her voice shaking as she begged him to stop. He pulled out as her legs unwrapped from his waist shaking as they touched the ground. 

"That...that was just to much." she said while trying to catch her breath.

Michael smiled and picked her up and took her back to the couch, he set her down and sat next to her. 

"You wanted rough yet couldn't handle a good wall fucking." 

He laughed and so did she.

"Well that's because I've never had a guy hit every spot, it was just to much." 

she smiled and kissed him before straddling him. Reaching down Jessica guided him back to her waiting warmth.

She let out a deep moan as he once again entered her, she took him all the way to the base. This time she was in control, hips rocked slowly as her head fell into the nape of his neck. Michael held onto her hips as she started to raise and lower herself. Very little words were spoken between the two of them. 

She started to thrust faster, both of them moaning together. Their bodies tangled in motion. As they both got closer to climax the storm outside started to die down. Both Jessica and Michael let out moans as their bodies reached the tipping point. As they sat there the power flickered back to life. 

Jessica took in heavy breaths, he head still placed in the nape of his neck.

"That was the most amazing thing I've felt in a very long time." she spoke through ragged breaths.

she kissed his neck, her eyes closing. Michael smiled at the comment and her kiss.

"Well I'm glad it could be me that made you feel that way." 

He kissed the top of her had as he cock made a soft pop as it slid out of her. Jessica lifted up her head and looked at him.

"I think we should take a shower and then head to bed."

He smiled and kissed her lovingly on the lips, "That sounds like a really good idea to me." 

Slowly Jessica got off his lap, her legs shaking and buckling beneath her as she tried to walk. He caught her arm to keep her on her feet, the two of them walking into the bathroom. As Jessica bent down to start the water she wiggled her ass as if to taunt him. He gave her ass a hard slap causing her to jump and look back at him with a smile. 

As they got in the shower the warm water was a welcoming embrace. He stood behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist, the water rushing over both bodies. His hands glided up and down her white skin. His fingers finding their way between Jessica's legs causing a soft moan to escape from her lips as his fingers danced around her clit. 

She leaned her head back and rested it against his chest and her hands coming up to grab his hair. Her chest heaved as Michael's fingers kept moving, her moans getting louder and more raspy. Jessica pulled his hair as her knees went weak, the waves of pleasure crashed over her whole body. She slowly dropped to her knees to catch her breath once more.

"You need to stop making me feel that damn good Michael."

He laughed a little before helping her back up to her feet. They cleaned up and got out. After drying each other off they made their way to her bed. The two climbed in and Jessica found herself in his arms and let out a sigh of contentment and was soon out like a light. It seemed like only a few minutes before she felt his lips on her head. She slowly opened her eyes and was blinded by the light above her. 

She felt a throbbing pain in her head as she looked around. Jessica found herself laying on the floor of the coffee shop with Michael at her side.

"Glad you woke up, you scared everyone here." 

With a confused look on her face she sat up and reached for her head and winced in pain, there was no blood just one hell of a bump. 

"What...what happened?" she asked Michael, the confused look still on her face.

"Well the wind picked up so much that it actually picked up a car and slammed it to the ground, it must have scared you so much that you hit your head on the shelf and were out cold." 

She looked at Michael as thoughts ran through her head.

"But it felt so real.." she spoke softly but not soft enough.

"What felt real?" 

As Michael asked the question she turned a bright red and realized that she hadn't said it as quietly as she hopped.

"Don't worry about it, thank you for being there." She smiled and started to bring herself to her feet.

Michael took her hand to support her.

"Just make sure you take it easy." 

She looked down at her hand then back up to Michael. Her heart fluttered as she looked into his emerald eyes.

"I will take it easy as long as you take it easy with me."

Michael smiled at her comment and leaned against the counter, "Well I guess I could take a few days easy." 

The next performer hit the stage and started to read out poetry. Michael walked around the counter and sat back on the couch. Soon enough Jessica came out from behind the counter and walked up next to Michael before sitting down on his lap, any hesitation she would of had was gone after what she figured was only her mind telling her a story.