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Bad Behavior

By: GirlOnAWire



I was wet. I sat at the crowded bar listening to him talk about work, but all I could think of was earlier that afternoon. 

"Nice shorts" he commented. 

"Want them?" 

"Yes, give them to me." 

"If you want them, take them yourself." He slid my shorts down my legs. I loved the way the he attacked me with his eyes. He knew how hungry I was. He knew I was always hungry. He spread my legs and pushed his tongue between the lips of my pussy. Licking slowly, my hips pushing toward his mouth. Nothing makes me crazy with lust like getting my pussy eaten. His tongue had me shaking on the verge of coming within minutes. Just as I was close to cumming, he pulled away. 

"Do you want to cum?" he asked. he loved making me beg for it. He knew I would. He knows I will do anything he asks.

"Yes!" 

Back down he went, lapping at my cunt until I shook. Pulling away again just as I was about to cum. I grabbed at his hair, trying to force him back to my pussy, but he pulled away completely to unzip his jeans, taking out his cock and climbing on top of me, pushing inside me. Oh, that fucking cock! Why was I such a slave to it?

"Are you my whore?" he asked as his cock slid in and out. I could hardly breathe.

"Are you???"

"Yes sir" I replied weakly. 

"What?"

"Yes sir, I'm your whore!"

"You'll do anything for my cock, won't you?"

"Yes sir, I would do anything for your cock!" 

"Wear a skirt when we go out tonight, a short one. And forget your panties." I couldn't say a word. 

"Do you hear me?" he asked.

"Yes, sir" 

"Such a good little slut." Just as I was his slave, I knew that I could get anything I wanted from him. A simple "yes sir" will bring him close to orgasm. He shot deep inside me. Quickly he pulled his cock out and knelt again between my legs, lapping at my cum filled cunt. I squeezed my legs around his neck and he pulled away once again, "I want you hungry" he said as he stood to pull on his pants. I slid my hand between my legs, fingering my clit. I needed to cum badly. "No!" he said forcefully. I moaned and obeyed. 

Now, I sat here, having done what I was told, and he was basically ignoring the fact that I sat in front of him, my skirt riding up my bare legs, just inches from my wet pussy. Apparently he decided he'd kept me waiting long enough. He turned toward me, his hand resting on my thigh. 

"Did you forget your panties?" 

I smiled and replied, "Yes, I forgot" 

" I don't believe you" He gently forced my legs apart, sliding his fingers up my thigh. I knew that he wouldn't make me wait any longer. His finger did not stop until he reached my already wet pussy. 

"Good girl" he moaned as he found my clit and slowly fingered me. I was shocked, my eyes widening, there were people on either side of us seated at the bar, and others at the tables around us. I couldn't protest.

He looked into my eyes. I knew that look. His eyes said "You're my little slut and I'm going to make you do whatever I want. And you'll do it. And you'll love it."

"Is my whore hungry?" he leaned forward to whisper in my ear as he slid his finger deep inside my wet cunt. 

"Yes she is" he said without waiting for my reply. He pushed my legs even further apart, fucking me slowly with his finger, sliding in a second. I looked around, to see if anyone could notice. The way we were seated, I couldn't tell, and wasn't even sure if I cared. I slid my ass down to the edge of my seat, allowing his fingers to push completely inside me. Pulling out, he slid his fingers back to my clit. My hips pushed forward as I came. With his free hand, he grabbed his beer and swallowed what was left, setting it back down on the bar, pushing it away. I liked this game, as he knew I would. I decided to show him what a hungry little bitch I truly was. Smiling slightly and without a word, I reached across the bar and slid the bottle back toward him. 

"You are bad" he moaned again. I nearly moaned at the power I had. He picked up the bottle, slid it between my legs and pushed the neck deep inside me. The feeling of the smooth cool glass sliding between the walls of my hot pussy was almost more than I could bear. I lifted my leg over his, pushing my skirt up to watch him fuck me. My legs spread wide I was completely exposed as I felt my cunt splitting open as his arm pumped harder, forcing the bottle deeper. 

"Ooooh God" I heard myself moaning.

"Such a nasty little bitch" 

I was lost in an animal lust that everyone should experience at least once in their lives. 

"Stop. We shouldn't be doing this" I whispered weakly, pushing at his arm. 

"Do you want me to stop?" He slowly pulled the bottle out, waiting for my reaction. I looked at the bottle, slippery from my juices. 

"Don't stop" 

"What do you want?"

"Don't stop!"

"Don't stop, what?"

"Please don't stop fucking me!" I said a little too loudly. He smiled wickedly as he slid the bottle back into my throbbing pussy. I didn't care anymore, I didn't care who could hear me, who could see me. All I could think about was getting fucked, right here in the middle of all these people. Grinding my hips, arching my back to take all I could get, my fingers digging into his legs as my pussy tightening and I came, almost screaming. 

"That's my good girl" he smiled as he turned to the bartender and ordered another beer.

Breaking the Slut - Bad Behavior



"This is no way for a girl to behave."

The words from his wife, watching him as he fucked her daughter, echoed the exact thoughts in his head. It was his main thought as Crissy pressed her face flat against the floor and arched her ass into the air. His cock looked huge as he watched it stretching her tight pussy wide open. There's no way that such a young girl, barely 18 years old, should be taking a cock like that, but she was not even trying to escape from him as he rammed himself in and out of her.

In reality, he realized there was very little she could do. Her ability to resist was very limited, not the least because each of her arms was tied securely to each of her ankles which tends to force a girl's ass into the compromising position that she found herself in. He also realized that the collar around her neck, being attached by a very short chain to a hook on the floor, gave her very few options except to keep her face down in this submissive position. In short, struggling would have got her nowhere.

Still, he knew that she was getting exactly what she deserved, and just as likely what she wanted. It would have been hard for her to deny since she still wore all of the clothes that he had caught her trying to wear out that night. They consisted only of a short little schoolgirl skirt - now hiked up around her waist to expose her bare ass, a white tube top - also now hanging around her waist so that her large tits were completely bare, and a pair of red heels. No panties, not even a thong, and no bra... only tight, revealing clothes that advertised to the boys she met, and to her "Daddy", that she was ready and willing to do whatever a man wanted.

For at least the tenth time, he raised his hand then slapped it down hard on her ass. And for at least the tenth time, he was reminded even further that it didn't matter that she was completely helpless to stop him from fucking her. Her squeal of delight told him that she was enjoying this treatment. Even more revealing, was the breathless phrase that escaped from her with a groan. "Oooh yeah. Fuck me Daddy."

Now, it was true that he wasn't really her Daddy. At least not in reality. He had married Crissy's mom only a year before. None of them knew who her daddy really was. From what Diana had told him, a wild night of sex 18 years ago had resulted in a daughter from a stranger who had long since passed out of their lives.

But Diana had forced upon all of them the idea that this new man in their lives, her husband, was also to be Crissy's daddy. Further, from Diana's way of thinking, Daddy was the one in charge of discipline. Bad behavior carried consequences, and Diana had always urged him to make sure that this lesson was learned well. Crissy's choice of clothes had been a problem that he had dealt with in the past. Apparently, she hadn't learned her lesson which is why she found herself in the very compromising position she was in.

Looking over at his wife, he thought about how Crissy's behavior was a reflection of her mom's. Diana should have been setting an example for her daughter, how to behave properly. Instead, he looked at his wife dressed in the same outfit as Crissy - the same short skirt, skimpy top, red heels, and nothing underneath. They had planned to go out that night together, telling him that they were going to Crissy's high school football game and wanted to dress alike as a gag.

Instead, Diana was now in the identical position as Crissy with her arms also bound to her ankles, her bare ass in the air, and her collar attached by a similarly short chain to the same hook that held Crissy's chain. His wife also had a behavior problem. He remembered watching her take his friend's cock into her mouth one day not long ago, and he was determined to punish her for that. As he looked over at her, she looked back and, with a look of lust in her eyes, repeated her earlier words. "This is no way for a girl to behave."

She was exactly right.... and this time she was talking about herself. "After all, what kind of a wife behaves like that?" he asked himself as he watched his wife getting her pussy pounded from behind by the boy who had shown up as Crissy's date that night. The well built young stud held her firmly around her hips, with each thrust forcing her back onto his stiff cock as he bucked himself into her over and over. Worse yet, Diana was mewing and moaning in pleasure, completely shameless as she was getting fucked right there in front of her daughter and her husband.

The young stud clearly had been with plenty of girls in his life. He rammed himself into Crissy's mom with a steady, drumbeat-like rhythm. He reached down under Diana and squeezed her tits firmly, then ran his fingers over her nipples until they stood out straight. As soon as they swelled to their full hardness, he pinched each of them hard. Diana let out a scream as he did and her eyes flew open.

"Oh fuck. Fuck yeah. Pinch those tits," she groaned. Then a moment later, with her eyes now closed as she enjoyed the fucking she was receiving, she surprised both the boy and her husband. "That's it baby. Do it. Fuck Mommy harder."

"Holy shit!" he thought to himself. "That little slut!" He could guess what effect her words would have on the kid. At 18 years old, most boys fantasized about their mom. Now Diana was serving that fantasy up on a platter for him and it didn't take him long to respond.

"Smack!" A bright red hand print marked the location on Diana's ass where the boy had just spanked her very hard. Diana screamed out, but again urged him on. "Ooooh yes, I'm a bad Mommy, aren't I. A naughty Mommy that needs spanked." Then, looking over again at her husband, she added for his benefit, "A dirty little bitch that needs to get fucked!"

Suddenly, Crissy demanded his attention again. It seems that, while he was distracted by his naughty little wife, his cock probing deep into Crissy's tight little pussy had brought her closer and closer to an orgasm. "Ooooh, Daddy what are you doing to me? I think I'm going to come! You're fucking me so hard! You want me to come for you, don't you. You want to see your little girl come on your hard cock? Do it, Daddy! Do it hard! Fuck me hard! Make me cum! Ahhhhhhhh....!!!!" As she started to come, he reached down under her and found her hard, slick clit. Rubbing it in tight little circles, he made her orgasm kick into overdrive. She screamed out loudly, and he could see that it was starting to overwhelm her.

The intense orgasm was too much for Crissy, and she tried to move away from him even though her movements were nearly completely prevented. She squirmed her legs to one side, trying to rotate herself away, but he was having none of that. The feeling of her pussy as it clamped down hard on his cock was too good. Slapping her ass hard to remind her who was in charge, he grabbed her hips with both hands and took back full control of her, pulling her pussy back onto his thick cock. He pushed himself deep inside her and probed her most sensitive areas as she continued to shake and quiver for a short time longer.

His wife watched this show as intently as she could, although the cock ramming into her pussy was clearly having an effect on her concentration. Diana's face would occasionally contort as a groan escaped her own lips. She also kept up a steady stream of breathless, half-whispered dirty talk.

"Oh yeah, do it. Fuck it hard. Fuck that pussy hard. Such a dirty little bitch. You want me to come for you? All tied up. Can't do anything. Can't make you stop. Big hard cock fucking Mommy. Do it. Fuck it. Fuck that dirty little bitch. Harder. Harder! Harder!!!" Her dirty talk gave way to screams of pleasure as she started to have a very strong orgasm, "Oh god, Yes! FUCK MEEEE!!!" 

The boy was right along with her. He also started grunting and groaning and, as Diana reached her peak, the boy did the same. He plowed into her harder and harder then, with a few last thrusts, started to shoot his load deep inside her.

Daddy's own cock was swollen to it's full size as he watched his wife behave like a wanton little slut. A primal urge overcame him as he watched her being fucked by this other boy. Somehow, the need to prove his ownership of her translated instead into showing Crissy who was her master. Looking down at her exposed asshole, he knew that it was time to take her there.

Sliding his cock out of her, he slid the bulging head up along her wet slit until it was planted right between her sexy round ass cheeks. Her tight little ass looked impossibly small next to his thick cock, but she'd taken it before and she would take it again tonight. As he started to press into her, the begging began.

"No, Daddy. Not there. I'll be good from now on. Don't make me take it there. Only dirty girls get ass fucked." She tried to look back as best she could, restrained as she was by the collar and chain. "Please, don't. It's too big for me there."

The last part of her pleas didn't even register with him. By then, he was consumed with the idea of ass fucking his naughty girl. He'd already started pressing into her and spread her ass wide open to make it easier. He vaguely heard her pleas for mercy, but with one more push he entered her.

His wife, with her face inches from her daughter's, talked soothingly to her as her daughter's face contorted from the initial pain. Diana was still breathless from her own orgasm, but she spoke reassuringly to Crissy. "That's it baby. It's OK. Give your ass to Daddy. Show him you're a big girl now. Show him how a big girl likes getting fucked there." She then moved even closer and, much to the two guys' surprise, stuck out her tongue and licked her daughter's lips sensuously. She kissed her until Crissy responded, giving in to the sexual energy that was overtaking her and kissing her mom back with a hungry passion that was easy for all to see.

The feeling of her tight ass was incredible as he slowly pushed more and more of himself inside her. Seeing her and her mom engaged in such a passionate kiss also had a strong effect on him. Reaching down to slip his fingers into her pussy, he wet his fingers with her juices then slid them further down under her until he once again found her hard clit. He felt how stiff and swollen it was and pinched it lightly between his thumb and finger.

By now every part of Crissy was hyper-sensitive. The cock that was rammed inside her ass brought out a deep animal lust in her, and her Daddy's pressure on her clit immediately made her buck herself back into him. She moaned loudly with pleasure as she gave into the need to be taken this way or whatever other way he wanted to have her. All she knew was that she wanted - actually... needed - to be used by him.

At the same time, now that he had emptied his balls into Diana, Crissy's boyfriend had slid his cock out of Diana's pussy and moved around in front of the two girls. He sat down then slid himself forward until his still hard cock stood straight up in front of them like a pillar for them to worship.

The response from Crissy was immediate. She dove onto his cock as if she'd just been given a piece of food after not eating for a week. She took him as far down her throat as she could, then began bobbing her head up and down on him. She sucked him almost frantically as if sucking his cock could somehow relieve the wild excitement overtaking her, and, as she did, the sloppy sounds of her nearly gagging on his thick member filled the room. It was definitely no way for a girl to behave and her Daddy let her know again.

"Smack!" Another sharp blow landed on her cock-filled ass. This time, instead of trying to resist, Crissy actually spread her legs open even wider to give her Daddy full access to her asshole. She kept sucking hungrily on the boy's cock, completely consumed by her lust.

About that moment, Diana decided to get into this action. She started licking the base of the boy's shaft while her daughter worked the bulging head. Looking up as best she could from her restrained position, Diana once again urged the boy on. "You want to come all over our faces?" she asked him. "Shoot another load onto the slut girls?"

Diana then moved her head a little more, pushing Crissy aside so that she could have a turn working the hard cock that was in between them. The thick red lipstick that she wore made her lips look so sensuous as she took the hard cock into her mouth. The boy smiled as he watched the mother fight with her daughter over his hard cock, then grabbed hold of her hair as she took him into her mouth.

Her style was a little different than Crissy's. Diana would slowly lower her mouth onto his shaft further and further until it filled her mouth. She then pushed down even more until she had the entire length down her throat. The boy held her there for as long as she could take it -- her eyes starting to water from the effort -- then pulled her by the hair back up until his cock slid all the way out. 

He twisted her head upwards, making her look up into his eyes while his cock pulsed against her wet, red lips. With a smile of happy pride, she looked up into his face as she licked the bulging shaft. The way her eye makeup ran from the tears that formed as she choked down that big cock only added to the slutty appearance that she presented. He then tightened his grip on her hair again, and pushed his cock back down her throat. 

He fucked her mouth making her bob her head up and down faster and faster. Obscene choking sounds filled the room as she gulped him down. Finally, he pulled her head back and grabbed his cock with his free hand. He began pumping it as he kept her head held back, facing up towards him. Diana glanced sideways with her eyes for a moment at her husband. "Are you watching?" she asked him breathlessly. "Do you want to see how a slut gets treated?" Then, looking back up at the boy she urged him on. "That's it, baby. Do it for Mommy. Let me taste your cum."

All the while, Daddy had kept fucking Crissy's upturned ass. She grunted and groaned with animal-like sounds as he rammed into her. The feeling of her tight ass and the power he felt as he took her in this restrained position soon reached a peak. He could feel his climax approaching and as he heard his wife's words, it started to send him over the edge.

At that same moment, the boy started groaning loudly. His cock swelled to its full size as he pumped it harder and faster. Diana kept her eyes locked on his and urged him on. Finally, with a very loud cry of released ecstasy, he shot thick streams into Diana's face. She stuck out her tongue as he did, catching as much as she could as she happily lapped it up. The rest landed on her hair, her forehead, and her chin where it dripped slowly down. 

Just as the boy finished shooting his second load of the night, Daddy grabbed Crissy by the hair and yanked her head back hard. "Now it's your turn slut," he said in a savage voice. His cock swelled even larger as rode her hard, pounding into her with a force that rocked her body.

Crissy' responded in a gravelly voice of desperate abandon. "Oh god, yessss... Do it. Do it Daddy! Fuck that ass. Oh yes... FUCK MEEEE!!!!!"

As Crissy started to come again, with one last thrust he rammed himself into her as deep as he could go and began spurting a huge load of his pent up passion into her hot little ass. He held her hair tight, making sure that the little slut knew that he owned her at that moment. He could feel her ass clench his cock as she came, making his orgasm rise to an even higher level.

Crissy loved the feeling that she was being used by him for his own pleasure. She also loved how dirty she felt as she was fucked right there in front of her mom and her boyfriend. Screaming loudly, she came one more time. The feeling of her Daddy's cock twitching violently as he shot spurt after spurt inside her was too much for her and she squirmed her ass back into him like the dirty fuckslut that she was, trying to get him in even deeper and making sure that he emptied his complete load inside her. 

Finally, he let go of her hair. Crissy's head fell forward with her cheek once again lying against the floor. She was wet with sweat and completely spent. Her Daddy's cock still filled her ass, but he was now running his hands all along her back, her ass, over her tits, and then onto her back again to soothe her tingling flesh. His hard cock still filled her ass, but slowly he started to withdraw himself from her.

He now moved around and took a turn in front of the two girls after the other boy had moved out of the way. He waved his cock in front of Diana's face, and she eagerly licked and sucked him clean. "Does Daddy's cock feel good now?" Diana asked him as she looked up into his face with his cock brushing her lips. "Did you teach our little slut girl a lesson?" She sucked him into her mouth again, keeping his cock rock hard. 

Reaching forward, he rubbed his hand over Diana's sexy ass. As she sucked him hungrily, he slid a finger onto her tight asshole. She groaned as he did and he knew that there was one more thing to do tonight.... Two naughty girls had behaved badly. This one also needed to be taught the consequences of her bad behavior. It was probably no use. Just like her daughter, this one was apparently incapable of acting appropriately, but it's what she deserved and he was going to give it to her.

Sensing his thoughts, Diana looked up at him and stopped sucking long enough to ask in an innocent little girl's voice, "Are you going to punish me, too.... Daddy?"

Moving behind her, he entered her quickly. With a slap to her ass, the punishment began. "She'll pay," he thought to himself as he began fucking her. "She needs to learn...." 



Bad Behaviour Allowed



The phone rang.

“Do you want to get that, dear?” Sally said to her husband. She was sitting at the kitchen table, chatting with Katya over breakfast.

Her husband, Alex, put down the spoon he was using to make coffee, and scratched his sleep-mussed hair. He yawned. “Not really...”

Sally made a show of straining to get up, “Fine, fine, grumpy-head.” She picked up the phone.

“Hello?...Oh, hey there. How are things? Oh? You know I’m on vacation right? Until Monday? But...hmm. Call him, eh? Alright, I’ll do that. Yeah, I’ve got his cell number.”

Sally put down the phone. “Crap!” She looked at the other two people in the room. “I gotta go make a call. Be right back.”

Alex and Katya raised their eyebrows at each other, but didn’t say anything and busied themselves with small things

Katya looked over at Alex reading the newspaper while standing up at the kitchen counter. “You can sit beside me at the table here, you know. I won’t bite.” She grinned.

Alex looked up at Katya. She had straight black hair down to her shoulders, which she was always trying to pin behind her ears though strands would always coming loose and dangle in front of her face. She displayed her usual happy grin, on the edge of breaking out into laughter, and her bathrobe concealed, but did not completely hide, the voluptuous curves of her body.

“You might not, but you know I’m not a morning person...no telling what I’ll do,” he deadpanned.

They were quiet until Sally came back into the room a few minutes later. Gone was her amicable morning mood, and her face displayed the strong lines of the determined businesswoman.

“I promised I’d call back in a few minutes,” she began. “They just handed me a load of crap and I feel like I’m being forced to take it.

“Donald - uh, a guy I work with, Katya - was at a conference at this resort on the east coast, but he’s come down with appendicitis. They say he needs to get into the hospital now, he’ll be out of commission for at least a week. They’ve scrambled around the schedule, but they still need somebody to be there. And that somebody seems to be me. They want me to leave on a flight at about noon.” Sally frowned.

“The worst part of this,” Sally continued, “is I don’t want to abandon you, Katya. I mean, first Matt, your own husband, backs out of this visit at the last minute, and now your best friend is gettin her arm twisted to abandon you too!”

Katya said, “And I guess Alex is just chopped liver?” She smiled.

“Hehe, no, I just mean...well, I don’t even know when I’ll be back. It’d suck if this is the last that we see each other for who knows how long. Oh! But they did say if I agree, I get another two weeks paid vacation this year! And they’re paying me crazy overtime for this.”

“Well, that’s settled then,” Katya said “You go take care of business, and then you and Alex can return the favour by visiting me and Matt sometime soon.”

Sally turned to Alex. “Can you take a few days off and show Katya around town?”

“Pfft. I could miss a month and they wouldn’t even notice anything until the end of the year.” Alex walked up to his wife and gave her a tight hug, and spoke in her ear, “You go play hero, and we’ll have fun and try to behave.”

Sally drew back, putting her hand on Alex’s chest. “I don’t want you to behave, I want you to show her a good time!” They all laughed.

“Just remember,” Sally continued, “Katya flies out two days from now, Sunday. I don’t want to come back and find you’ve married her and kicked me out of the house. I’d have to switch off to Matt, and I’d get the bad end of that trade, let me tell you.” She winked at Katya and then tilted her head up and kissed her husband on the lips.

*****

“So, what were you guys going to do today, anyway?” Alex asked Katya. The two of them were in a car, driving away from the airport after having said their goodbyes to Sally.

“Um. Art Gallery.”

“Oh.” Alex looked at the time. “If we head down there now, I don’t know how much time we’ll have. It’s the sort of thing you’d want to spend the whole day at. Did you really want to see it?”

“No, not really. Sally wanted to show me some stuff, but I’m not hung up on it.”

“Hey,” Alex said, “in all the stories that you guys told me about what you’d done over the week, I never heard you say once that you just walked around. Do you want to do that? You know, we’ll walk around downtown, look at store windows, walk in a park, eat somewhere...get a real taste of the city, you know?”

“Sounds very neat. But, can we do more than look in the windows, and actually go inside some stores?” Katya chuckled.

“Interesting concept...I’ll consider it.”

*****

They’d been walking around in the warm weather for a few hours when Katya tugged Alex and said with a laugh, “Lookit that store! ‘Female customers get 10% off all dildoes!’ Oh dear, who can resist a bargain!”

Alex began walking towards the adult store. He noticed Katya was following him in small, reluctant steps. He turned back to her, “C’mon, you said you wanted to take a look.”

Katya shook her head side to side and looked down at the sidewalk. “I...uh...seems kind of awkward.”

“Don’t worry,” Alex said. “I’m sure they get all sorts of nervous, sweaty, trembling people all the time. You’ll blend right in!”

Katya looked up at him, challenging his taunt, “I’m not a prude or anything, you know! I’ve just never been to a store like that before. A girl has a right to be a little nervous.”

Alex put a hand on her shoulder and gave a friendly smile, “C’mon.”

Once inside the store Katya lost her nervousness quickly. She looked over all sorts of merchandise, including getting into a detailed discussion about sex toys with one of the scruffy-looking employees, asking questions that even made Alex blush a little. They left without buying anything, but Katya had an extra bounce in her step as she left the store.

They had dinner on an outdoor patio, with a generous amount of wine. After the sun had set they made their way slowly back to the car. The streets were busy with the Friday night crowd.

Katya spied the flashing neon of a strip club. “Woo, a peeler bar! What a way to end a perfect evening!”

Alex raised his eyebrows but smiled, “You really want to? Okay, I guess we could...”

“No no. No, I was just kidding.”

“You know what? It sounded like one of those, ‘I really mean it’ jokes. To be honest. C’mon, it’s nothing to be scared of. Like that shop we went to earlier.”

“Um...do they usually have women in there? As customers, I mean.”

“Well,” Alex said, “I haven’t been to one in a while, and not many in all, but I don’t think it’s unusual. If anyone says anything about you we’ll kick their teeth in, huh? And then they’ll kick us out, or maybe call the cops and we get to spend the night in jail. Talk about a memorable vacation!”

“Alright, alright,” she said. “You could just give me a little word of support without making me feel like a fool, huh? Let’s go.”

*****

As they drove home, the buildings and lights they passed created an anonymous blur. At a red light, Alex looked over and saw Katya leaning back in the passenger seat, staring out the open window, with one hand between her legs gently rubbing the crotch of her jeans.

She felt his gaze and snapped back, drawing her arm away. She looked down, then gave a sly look back at him, and a sideways smile. “Sorry.”

“Oh, no,” Alex stammered. “Um...be as comfortable as possible. Y’know.”

“It’s just,” she didn’t return her hand between her legs, but did lean back again in the way she had earlier, legs spread, “it’s just all the wine, and then the beer after that, and then the sex, and the warm night...uh, sex show! I meant sex show, of course...uh, it just all makes me...y’know.”

They drove on. The car was quiet.

“So,” Katya said, “what are you thinking about?”

“Honestly?”

“Of course.”

“Well,” Alex said, “I’m just thinking about the show. They’ve sure gotten more...um, explicit. I mean, all that pussy-on-pussy rubbing...”

“Can I ask you something about Sally?”

“Sure.”

“Does she really say what she means, about being bi, and liking women and stuff? I know she always talks...but I always thought she was being silly. You should know, being her husband. You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to.”

“Um...well, I’m not saying anything about any experience. But as for appreciation from afar, and thoughts and ideas...yeah, I would say she’s serious.”

“Hmm.” They didn’t speak for a while after that, but on the far side, where Katya thought Alex couldn’t see, she stroked a hand up and down the back of her thigh.

*****

At home that evening, they ran into each other again, in the narrow hallway which led off to the bedrooms. Katya had a towel in her hand and a bag of bathroom supplies, and was wearing a bathrobe opened wide and low so that most of her cleavage and the swell of her breasts was visible, though not revealing her areole. Alex was still in his street clothes.

“I’m just going to take a shower,” Katya said, but stopped in front of him.

“Y’know,” she continued, moving closer, “tonight really reminded me of all those times, back when we used to hang out? You know how my parents, and Matt, as well as the people I knew...well, they thought it was a crime to even talk about sex. And I could always ask you about stuff, and you’d be totally honest, but caring too. Well, I mean, I had Sally too, but she couldn’t give me the guy’s viewpoint like you could.

“Thanks.” She kissed him on the cheek, then just drew away just enough that her lips left his skin. In the silent moments, their warm breaths fell on each other’s skin. “You’re a sweet guy.” Katya moved her head in front of him, and then pressed her lips to his. Neither of them moved at all, just holding their lips together.

Finally Alex broke off, and then Katya quickly moved back too.

She looked down at the floor, and said quietly. “I’ll go...I’ll go take that shower now. I noticed you have one of those detachable showerheads. You don’t mind if I use it...to masturbate, do you?” She tried to suppress a giggle, not succeeding completely.

“Huh?” Alex seemed dazed.

“Y’know, use it to play with my pussy. Run the pulsing water over it ‘n’ stuff.” She breathed deeply. “I...I really like that. It gets me off.

“If you want to see another show tonight...I won’t close the door.” She walked off quickly, into the bathroom.

Alex watched her go, and saw that she didn’t close the bathroom door. He hesitated a moment, then quickly made his way to his own bedroom.

Lying in bed he stared at the ceiling. Finally, he got out of bed and walked to his bedroom door, and locked it with shaky hands.

*****

There was a phone call the next morning.

“Sally’s flying back tomorrow,” Alex told Katya. “Trouble is, there’s only about five hours or so between when she arrives and you fly out. The way I figure it, with delays and check-in times, all we’ll be able to do is sit around a coffee shop at the airport.”

“That’s fine. At least I get to see her again,” Katya replied.

They spent the day taking in a few last sights that Katya wanted to see, and buying a few gifts. The prospect of another night on the town was suggested, but quickly dropped by the both of them, as they agreed a quiet night at home would be best.

“This is delicious,” Alex said to Katya. “You didn’t have to bake a cake on your last night here, but I appreciate it. You’re a wonderful cook.”

The dinner had been cleared off the table and there were just a few dishes and coffee cups remaining, as well as a couple of candles burning.

“Why thank you, Alex. Polite as ever!”

“So,” Alex said, “what do you want to do now? I’d suggest going for a walk, but it’s raining pretty hard outside. Hey, you haven’t checked out the home theatre we have in the basement, have you?”

“I saw it when you showed me around the house.”

“Yeah, yeah, but I mean sit down to watch a movie. I mean, I know you can do that anytime anywhere, but unless you have other suggestions?”

“No, that sounds good. Nice and relaxing before my trip tomorrow,” Katya said.

“Alright. Anything in particular you want to see? Actually, I should probably show you what we have in-“

“Actually...” Katya trailed off with a grin.

“Hmm?”

“You’ve got porno movies right?” Katya saw Alex smile and look down at the table. “C’mon, don’t lie!”

“You don’t really want to watch that, do you?” Alex said.

“Sure I do! You know I’ll never get the chance in a million years at home. Not with Matt The Prude around. I’m curious. You’ve always considered yourself such a erotica aficionado. Win me over with a masterpiece!” She laughed.

“Alright, what sort of...uh...porno do you want?”

“Whatever you think is good.”

“Do you mean what I think is good, or what I think you will think is good?”

Katya sighed with mock exasperation. “And the difference is...?”

“Well, I was thinking you might like something softer. What I like is more...well, extreme isn’t the right term...full-on?”

“Just show me your favourite one, huh? I won’t judge.

“Now, you get your...fuck-flick,” she giggled, “and I’ll just go change into my jammies.”

*****

Alex sat in the leather recliner in the basement, the only light in the room coming from the television. He heard footsteps coming down the stairs and turned his head.

Katya wore a see-through baby blue nightie, with fluffy edging around the top and bottom. As she came closer Alex could see that was all she had on. No shoes, no bra, no jewellery, no undies.

He cleared his throat and spoke quietly, “Pyjamas, huh?”

“Yeah,” she said, nothing in her voice to acknowledge how much she was revealing. “I got it from Sally, when we were trying out each other’s clothes a few days ago. She said I could have it.”

She thrust a hip in Alex’s direction, and looked over her shoulder at her back, where the lower curve of her ass was bare beneath the material. “I think it’s a little small though.”

She sat down on the couch, the nightie pulling up so that what touched the leather was mostly naked leg, ass, and pussy. She patted the spot next to her, “Not gonna join me?”

“Uh...I’m alright here.” Alex pressed play on the remote, if only to halt the conversation.

Alex stayed mostly quiet and fixed his attention on what was happening on the television. Katya would occasionally chime in with comments: “I’ve never thought of that position before - the guy holding up the girl upside-down and them 69’ing like that” “What a fuckin’ whore” “Wow, she’s really taking a pounding up the ass, huh? You like that, Alex?”

Alex looked over to Katya, and saw one hand twisting a nipple through the nightie, another between her legs, under the material. She caught his gaze and he saw her lips move, but he couldn’t make out what she said.

“What did you say?” he asked.

She spoke louder, “I’m not going to raise my voice. If you want to hear me, you come sit over here.” She then leaned over and grabbed the remote for the TV, turned up the sound of the moaning, groaning, and fucking, and then winked at Alex.

Alex, delicately, raised himself up and moved, sitting down beside Katya. She gave a moan of approval and leaned into him. He paid no attention to the screen now, and instead looked down and watched her hand move between her legs.

She began moving her hips in time with her hand. She shuddered, curled inward, and then flinched outward, pressing into Alex’s side while her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth made noise through trembling lips.

Katya opened her eyes wide and looked at Alex. She broke into a huge toothy grin. She giggled, “Oooooh, yeah! That was one good cum!”

She took the hand that was between her legs and moved it under Alex’s shirt, playing with his bellybutton. It left wet traces.

“Doesn’t your cock hurt, hard and trapped in your jeans like that?” she asked.

“A little, I guess. Katya, I’m not sure we should...”

“Shh, shh...” She had pulled his shirt up, and moved her head over his stomach. “Please, Alex. I don’t want to be good tonight. I just want to do what my pussy tells me. Can...can you do that for me?” She rimmed his belly button with her tongue, and then began to lap at his skin, moving toward his waistband. “Pretty please? We’ll just do what we feel like doing.”

It came out of Alex like he was simply exhaling air: “Ok.”

Katya quickly undid his belt, pushing down his jeans and boxers, “Can I suck your cock?” she panted. “That’s something I actually do, sometimes. I think I’m pretty good at it. Matt sometimes lets me. But he doesn’t really like it too much. I have to ask him real nice, and then only sometimes.”

She took his hard cock in her mouth. “Shit!” Alex groaned. “He’s a fucking lunatic! That’s amazing! Keep going, yeah!” He put a hand on her head and began to gently rock his hips.

She slipped her mouth off and then moved down onto the floor, kneeling in front of him.

Katya took his cock in her hand. “Tell me what you want,” she said, then lowered her mouth and swirled her tongue.

“Mmm...you, don’t need to use your hands,” Alex said. “Just put your hands on my legs, use your mouth. That’s nice suction, yeah.

“Up and down, up and down. Can you go deeper? Try to put it deep, yeah.” Alex looked down at Katya, her mouth around his cock, a foam of spittle around her lips.

“Alright,” he said, “why don’t you let it out and go down and lick my balls? Ugh, yeah. Stroke my cock at the same time! Mmm...”

Katya lapped at his scrotum, then took his balls into her mouth one at a time, sucking on them.

“Oh shit,” Alex shifted in his seat. “Ugh, why don’t you...here get your face back up there...yeah, I’m gonna shoot soon, jerk me off! Why don’t you...here, try using both hands, put one down there by the base and one up by the head...ungh”

Katya now kneeled in front of him, jerking his cock with two hands, one on top of the other.

“You wanna cum in my mouth, baby?”

“I wanna cum on your fuckin’ face! Close your eyes and your mouth, UNGH!!!”

Alex spewed cum out of his cock, spurting all over Katya’s face in white gooey streaks. It landed over her forehead, cheeks, nose, lips, and began dripping down her chin.

Alex fell back against the couch, breathing heavily. Katya had put her mouth over the cockhead again, using her tongue to play with the little slit in the head. “Oh yeah, suck every last drop of cum out!” Alex said. She moved down after a bit, slurping over the cock and her knuckles, gathering up trickles of semen with her tongue and lips.

“Is it safe to open my eyes now?” she asked.

“Hold on.” Alex leaned forward, and gathered up a drop that was hanging from her eyelash. He put the finger to her lips, and she rapidly licked it clean. “Okay, now.”

Katya opened her eyes widely, and broke into a grin. There was Alex, in front of her, sweaty, exhausted, and happy because of her. “Did I do you good, Alex? Did you cum off nice?”

In response, Alex leaned forward and, pulling her up a bit by the shoulders, kissed her. Her lips quickly gave way, and they shared a long kiss, sucking on each other’s tongues and swapping saliva. They broke apart breathing heavily.

Katya laughed, “You got cum on your face!”

“I don’t fuckin’ care,” Alex rumbled. He pulled her up into a crouch and then dove at her breasts, sucking at them through the slim material of the nightie. Grabbing and kneading one in each hand, he moved his mouth back and forth, hungrily slobbering over one then the other, sucking with his entire mouth or sometimes biting on the nipple.

Katya hissed through her teeth. “Oh baby, yeah. Mmmm, you’re gonna suck ‘em right through my little nightie. Hungry boy, hmmm?”

“Hungry’s right.” Alex leaned back and spanked Katya lightly once on the tit. “Stand up.”

She did so, and as she spread her legs, Alex, still sitting on the couch, moved his legs between hers. “Take that off,” he said, shucking off his own remaining clothing. In a single gesture she pulled the nightie off and tossed it into a far corner.




Bad Behaviour Allowed



“Oh fuck!” Alex salivated as he looked up, where Katya stood completely naked. Her face which excitedly looked for more, her pendulous breasts, the curves of her hips, and her strong thighs and calves, bulging in this stance. He centred in on her pussy, a closely-cropped patch of dark hair.

Alex dove into it with his face, and brought his hands around to her back, grabbing her butt and spreading her asscheeks.

“Aaaaa--ooooo...ngh...that’s nice...mmmm” Katya breathed hard, putting one hand on Alex’s head, using the other to play with her breasts.

Alex pulled back. “Fuck, this is as hot and wet and musky as a tropical rainforest!”

Katya looked down as his face, now wet with her juices. “Less talking, more munching my pussy!” She pushed his face back into her crotch.

Katya was feeling weak at the knees so they broke up and she sat down on the edge of the couch, legs spread wide. Alex kneeled down in front of her and lapped away at her pussy again, pushing inward with his tongue. He used this new position to lick her from the top of her slit down to her asshole. 

Drawing back, Alex took his hand, bent in the ring finger, and pushed the two fingers into her pussy, and his pinky into her ass.

“Oooh!” she gasped at the sensation. He began working the fingers in and out.

“Your body’s like a fuckin’ red-hot vice on my hand!” Katya was moaning louder and louder now. Alex bent down and added his tongue on her clit to the stimulation of his hand.

Katya got louder and louder, “Oh-oh-oh, ungh--ungh--ungh....YEEEEAAAAAHHHH!!!”

She emitted a piercing scream, then shook, and finally jerked over onto her side, curling up.

“Ow!!!” As she had quickly twisted over, she’d caught Alex’s head with her knee. He rubbed his head just above his ear as he looked at Katya on the couch, breathing deeply and coming down from her orgasm.

Her eyes fluttered open. “Um...Alex, is something wrong?”

He was a little peeved, “You got me in the head with your leg, that’s what. I’m just trying to give you pleasure and...owch!”

“Oh dear, I’m so sorry! Here, c’mon up on the couch, I’ll kiss it better.” Alex sat on the couch, and Katya moved to sit astride his lap, facing him. She was quickly distracted by his cock, which had become hard again. “Mmm, maybe I’ll stroke this...bet that’ll make you feel better.”

“Mmmm,” Alex moaned. Katya moved her pussy up near his cock, and began to brush the head of it against her moist lips. “Uh...Am I going to fuck your pussy?”

She looked in his eyes, “You don’t want to?”

He stared into hers as well. “It’s not that. It’s just that...Well, I love you, you know? But not like that. What I mean is, I love you as a person, and as a friend, and all this sex stuff is a revelation. But...I don’t want you to think it’s romantic love, you know? I’m not going to leave Sally no matter what. And I don’t want to have a thing to do with breaking up your marriage.”

Tears began to form in Katya’s eyes, and then she laughed loudly. “You’re one of a kind, you know that? You cum all over my face, eat my pussy inside-fucking-out, and now you’re worried about having a bad influence.” She was still stroking his cock against the outside of her pussy. “My God, I know this isn’t ‘true love’, or whatever. We’re just two people exploring sex. Two people that have a lot of love for each other, like you said, though not in ‘that’ way.

“So, I promise not to fall madly in love with you, alright? Though, I might be jealous of what Sally has in the bedroom.” She giggled. “Or, the basement, I guess. The kitchen too, probably?”

“The patio too,” Alex added. “The car, numerous parks, a few dark alleys-“

“Listen, do you want to fuck my pussy or don’t you?”

“I most definitely do.”

“Excellent!” She gave an evil cackle and slid her pussy down on Alex’s cock. They wrapped their arms around each other and their mouths met.

“Fuck, that’s some good pussy you got there,” Alex grunted.

“Grade-A pussy?” Katya teased.

“Fuckin’ weapons-grade pussy. That should be some fuckin’ contraband, superdrug, mind-fuck pussy. Yeah, that’s how good my cock feels in there!”

“Mmm...you say the sweetest things!”

For a long time there was no other sound than their heavy breathing and the slapping together of bodies.

“I kinda feel guilty,” said Katya, “I’m gonna cum again.”

“Go ahead,” said Alex. “Please.”

They increased their rhythm, slamming together. They twitched, groaned, shook and trembled. Katya bit down on Alex’s shoulder and raked her nails across his back.

When they settled down, Katya pushed her stray hair aside and looked at Alex. “Tell me straight. What’s one kinky thing you’d love to do?”

“Well...” Alex hesitated.

“C’mon, I’m only here for one night!” Then Katya began saying in a sing-song voice, “Tell me your secret! Tell me your secret!”

“Um, well...I like it when a girl licks my ass.”

Katya tilted her head in thought, then said, “I guess I can do that.”

Alex got on his hands and knees, then put his head down onto the cushion and lifted his ass high.

Katya laughed, “You look ready and eager enough! Goodness...you look like you’re ready to get fucked!”

“Just getting rimmed out will be fine, thanks.”

She took a few licks along his crack. “Hey, this is kinda fun!” She put a hand on each one of his cheeks and spread them wide, then spit on his crinkled asshole and worked her tongue in. Alex groaned.

“You like that, baby?” she asked, and began working her tongue in. “How about I slip my finger in like this...ooooh, take it, take it, nasty boy!”

Alex bit on a pillow and grunted.

Katya turned her attention downward, where Alex’s cock was hanging, erect. She brought a hand down and stroked up and down the shaft.

“Woo, it’s like I’m milking you!” she giggled, and continued penetrating his ass with her finger while stroking his cock. “You’re getting fucked up the ass just like those sluts in the movie!”

“Did you like that?” he asked. “Do you want to get fucked up the ass like that?”

“Well...” she hesitated.

“I really want to fuck your ass.”

Her voice was barely above a whisper: “Ok.”

Alex rolled off, and then, naked, went up the stairs. The movie had ended before he left, but when he came back with the lubricant in his hand, one of the anal scenes was on the screen again. Katya was sitting in the recliner, knees curled up against her chest, and one hand held the remote while the other hand was hidden between her legs.

She turned and saw Alex and grinned. “Just getting myself psyched up,” she said.

Alex positioned her ass-out, so her knees were on the recliner cushion, and her elbows on the headrest. She turned her head back to watch the movie and to watch Alex.

He knelt down behind her, lapping at her asshole which dripped with sweat and pussy juice. He growled and she squealed as he ate her ass.

He used his fingers to spread lube over her ass, and to push it inside. He then lubed up his cock, and stepped up onto the recliner, his feet on the outside of each of her knees.

Alex aimed his cock at her asshole with his hand, and began pressing it in. “Oh, you’re so sexy. Mmm,” he babbled. “Such a sexy ass.”

“Oooh. Oooo!” She moaned, and tried to adjust herself under his pressure, trying to accommodate his cock into her tight, hot hole.

The cockhead pushed inward. “Fuck!” she said, “This is so degrading!....Hey...Hey, don’t stop!”

“Oh, sorry,” he began pushing in again. He started working his hips and making little thrusting movements, going deeper each time.

“So degrading,” she continued. “This is what you do, huh? Pretend you’re a nice guy, then sodomize every sweet little girl that falls for your act?”

Alex began to pick up her hints, “This is why you flew all the way over here, huh? Just to get your ass fucked? This what you wanted?” 

They began fucking harder now, Alex gripping her hips and plunging his cock into her asshole, and Katya moving her hips to meet his thrusts.

“You pretend you’re such a smart, nice, caring guy!” she said, “All you want to do is fuck girls up the ass! Just bend ‘em over and rough ‘em up! Just like you’re fucking my ass! Is this what you like, you sick fuck? Fucking girls up the ass until they cry?”

“You fucking ass slut!” he said. “Feel how your ass is taking my cock! I feel like my cock’s gonna break off in your tight hot fucking cock-loving furnace of an ass!”

“You like fucking the asses of married women, huh? I hope you’re getting off giving me loving like my husband never can!”

“Fucking walking around with that hot ass! Like every guy that sees you doesn’t want to bend you over and stick his cock right there! Right where I’m fucking your right now. FUCK your ass is good!”

“Fucking pervert! Fucking lecherous pervert! I’ve got a pervert who won’t stop fucking my ass! Police! There’s a man who won’t stop fucking my ass! Police! Po-”

Her dirty talk was silenced by Alex pulling her mouth to his. Their thrusts stopped as they shared a long sloppy kiss.

Katya pulled back, breathing heavily. “Fuck my ass some more,” she huffed.

Alex put two of his fingers in her mouth, “You’re fucking nasty, you know that?” 

Eyes wide, Katya nodded and sucked on his fingers.

Alex stood and lifted her up with him, cock still inside her. They moved to the floor, and Katya ended up lying flat-out on her stomach, and Alex lay on top of her. He held her hands close to her body, and used his legs to press her legs together. He began to move inside her ass again.

“Ow!” she exclaimed. “No, wait...that’s too tight.” Alex stopped. “Maybe if you let me spread my legs out a bit?”

“No,” he said, simply. He started moving again.

“Ow!” she said again, and he stopped.

“You better lube yourself up some more,” he said, and tossed her the lubricant.

He crouched off to the side and slowly stroked his hard cock as he watched Katya. Still lying on the floor, she reached behind herself with both hands. With one she squeezed lubricant out onto her round ass, and with the other she would franticly work it in to her crack and asshole.

Half her butt was now slippery and wet, and she thrust her forehead against the carpeted floor as her hand frigged her asshole, several fingers buried deep. She started moaning and squealing.

“Can I join the party too?” Alex said, grinning.

Katya pulled her head off the floor. Her face was red and she breathed heavily. “Uh...sure, baby. C’mere and lemmie lube your dick up nice.”

She slicked up his cock, and pumped it with her hands. Alex then moved over her again, and pushed his cock back into her asshole.

“Ooof!” She groaned. “Ungh!”

Alex quickly resumed fucking her ass ferociously. His legs pressed her legs tightly together, making her anal passage extra tight. He took both her wrists in one hand, clutching them behind her back. He used his other hand to grasp a handful of hair, pulling her head to the side so he could see her facial expressions.

With only the hard floor beneath her, Katya couldn’t do much but accept Alex’s animalistic thrusts, and groan at the sensations. He fucked hard and raw, pounding her ass and her entire body into the floor. After a last few frenzied thrusts, he buried his cock in her bowls and kept it there as semen splashed into her hot tight orifice, and he gave a yell and then sunk down, teeth biting into her neck.

#

Alex blinked his eyes open and then shut them again, as the light of morning streamed down on his face.

“How the hell did I get here?”

He realized he was in his bed, and curled up beside him was the warm, sleeping body of Katya. His morning erection was rubbing against one of her legs, under the covers. He put both of his hands on her torso, and moved her body so that her back was to him, and he spooned in behind her. A few sleepy whispers escaped her lips as he reached down and tugged up one leg, opening up her thighs.

Alex pressed in with his hips, and felt the exquisite sensation of his cockhead rubbing against the outside of her velvet pussy lips.

Katya seemed to be emerging from sleep, and muttered: “Mmph...Mmmm...nnng.”

He pushed his hard cock into her warm pussy with little in-and-out motions that slowly went deeper.

Katya’s eyes were still closed when she uttered her first words, “Mmmm, well good morning, lover.”

“Good morning.” He used one hand to lift her upper leg, bent at the knee, and increased the speed and depth of his thrusts. His other hand moved around her and cupped and squeezed one of her breasts. As Katya began moaning she tilted her head back, and Alex brought his mouth down onto hers.

Wordlessly, their quiet waking fuck became more frenzied, and the bed rocked along with their motions. Suddenly, Alex stopped and drew his cock out.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he said, “but if I don’t take a piss, my bladder’s going to explode. Crap, sorry.”

Katya sighed, grinned, and rolled onto her back, limbs lazily stretching over the bed. “No problem, baby. It’s the morning thing.”

“I’ll be right back,” he said.

Alex stood over the toilet, looking at his half-hard cock, wet with pussy juice, waiting for it to get soft enough for him to be able to pee and relieve his bladder.

He saw movement and instinctively looked over at the door. For a moment his heart leapt into his throat, as he thought his wife Sally was there. Then he looked again and saw it was just Katya in Sally’s green robe, facing away from him but waiting at the open bathroom door for something.

“Come here,” he said.

“Huh?” Katya asked, and turned to look at him. “I’m...I’m just waiting for you to finish. I need to go too.” Her gaze drifted down to his hanging cock.

“Get over here, I said.” She hesitantly stepped into the bathroom. “Help me pee. Hold my cock.”

Katya raised her eyebrows, but then Alex gently took her right hand and placed it over his soft cock, which jumped slightly at the touch.

She moved her body beside him, pressing against his back, her head peeking over the side past his shoulder.

“Okay now,” he said, “just hold it and I’ll go.” A golden stream of urine emerged from the cockhead, and flowed into the bowl. When he was done, Katya shook his cock, getting rid of the last few drops.

She giggled, “That was kinda fun.”

“Ok,” he said, “now I want to watch you pee.”

“Hmm?” She was puzzled, but seemed to be caught up in the daze of the sexual bliss of the morning as Alex took off her robe and tossed it out into the hallway.

He seated himself on the rim of the bathtub opposite the toilet, and said, “C’mon, squat down...not all the way down to the seat, high enough that I can see you.”

Katya stood over the toilet, facing him, and bent her knees, with still about a foot of space remaining between the toilet and her pussy.

“This feels funny,” she said.

“C’mon, let go. It’ll feel good. Then we can do whatever we want. Doesn’t it feel good to let go?”

Katya scrunched up her face and a moment later a stream of pee made a ringing sound as it hit the ceramic toilet bowl. Halfway through, she opened her eyes, and looked at the expression on Alex’s face, his delight at the intimacy they were sharing.

When she finished she flashed a big toothy grin, and twisted over to flush the toilet.

“Alright, shower time!” she said.

Under the hot stream of the shower, in the mist, they explored each other’s bodies again.

First Katya soaped up Alex, his broad shoulders, his strong thighs. As she helped him rinse off the soap, she crouched down and paid special attention to his cock and balls. He began to harden from the attention.

Once the soap was rinsed off, she took his cock into her mouth, and began a slow and lazy blowjob. Alex grunted in pleasure. Under the shower head, as her lips moved his sensitive shaft experienced contrasting sensations: first, the hot and hard pellets of water raining down, then, as she took him in past her lips, the softness and suction of her lips and tongue, and then when she drew back, the sensation of the water again.

She slipped her mouth off, and a stream of saliva dripped between his cock and her lips. “Get against the wall, hands up.” She said. 

He moved against the far shower wall, face first, and put his palms against the wall. She swatted his ass with her hand. “Ass out! Like you’re about to get fucked!”

Alex pressed his chest against the cold tile of the shower, and lifted the heels of his feet. Katya knelt behind him, and grinned evilly at the sight. “Oh yeah!” she said, and hungrily bit at his flexed asscheeks, running her hands over them.

Quickly, she spread his ass and thrust her face into his crack, her tongue lapping at his asshole in a frenzy. One of her hands reached forward and found his hard cock, and began stroking it.

Alex began to breathe more quickly at the feel of Katya’s tongue as she pressed past his sphincter and twirled her tongue inside his ass. “Oh, shit, slow down! Slow down or I’m gonna cum!”

Katya kept pumping his cock with one hand, and used the other to press two fingers into his ass, lubed by her spit. “Cum for me, baby,” she said. “Cum ‘cos you love what my hands are doing. Cum.”

Alex gave a scream that reverberated off the tiled walls of the bathroom. His ass squeezed down on Katya’s fingers as his cock spurted sticky white semen onto the shower wall, which slowly began to drip down.

His eyes were clenched shut, but after his orgasm subsided and Katya’s hands left his body, he opened his eyes, still breathing heavily. He looked down and saw Katya between his spread legs. Her face was against the wall, her tongue and lips sucking up his semen off the tiled wall. She looked up, saw him looking down on her as he rested against the wall, and she grinned and kept working.

Alex crouched down beside her. “You missed a spot here.” She lapped it up. “And here.” Her mouth moved there and she sucked it down, giving a little purr of pleasure. “Looks like some cum left over here, you little slut.” She licked the spot clean without protest.

Alex grabbed Katya’s head by her wet hair and brought her mouth to his, and they shared a long, deep kiss in the steam of the shower.

Alex then soaped Katya up. Rinsing her down, she had to finally swat him away from sucking her breasts: “Hey, you keep at it like that we’re gonna wrinkle like raisins before we get out of here!”

Once he was sure all of her was clean, especially closely inspecting her pussy and ass with his fingers and tongue, he drew up behind her. Quickly, he put his hand on her pussy, and thrust three fingers inside. Pumping them in and out, he used the palm of his hand to bump her clit.

It was a hard, short, fast orgasm, as Katya quickly began to breathe heavily, to twitch, and finally screamed out and weakened so that Alex had to hold her up. He withdrew his hand and brought it to his mouth, sucking off the juices of her pleasure.

They stepped out of the shower, but left it running, keeping up the level of warmth, moisture, and mist. “Stay here,” he told Katya, and closed the door behind him.

When Alex came back a moment later, Katya’s eyes were half-lidded as she leaned against the counter and lazily stroked one hand over her chest and stomach. Her eyes widened when she saw what Alex had in his hands.

On the lid of the toilet seat, he attached a large black dildo, with a suction cup at the bottom.

“Sit on it,” he said. He guided her body over, got her to crouch down, facing away from him, toward the toilet tank and the wall. Burning with the fire of sexual pleasure, her body was putty in his hands, though her eyes and face displayed some confusion as to what was happening.

He held the dildo with one hand, and guided her hips down with the other. “C’mon, put it inside that sweet pussy.”

Katya moaned at the pleasure and quickly got into the groove, taking more and more of the plastic cock inside of her.




Bad Behaviour Allowed



Alex’s cock was getting hard again, and he stepped back and stroked it while watching the lascivious display in front of him. Legs on either side of the toilet, Katya’s hands gripped the top of the toilet tank, as her thighs flexed, and her ass and breasts bounced as she worked herself up and down on the dildo. Her neck was stiff as her head was tilted upward in pleasure, eyes closed and mouth open.

“Fuck, you’ve got a sexy ass,” he growled.

Katya looked at him, and arched her back even more, throwing her ass into the fucking for Alex’s visual pleasure, “You...ugh...you don’t seem to be doin’ much about it. Just standing there with your dick in your hand.”

Alex grabbed the other thing he’d brought with him with the dildo, the lube. He knelt down and spread Katya’s asscheeks, licking her asshole as she moved her hips on the dildo.

“Oooh...” Katya felt his tongue move downward, and flick the bottom of her pussy lips that were stretched over the dildo. She smiled wickedly with a new idea. “Here...” She lifted herself off the plastic cock, and grabbed the base with one hand. “Suck my juices off.” She waved it at Alex’s face.

“Uhh...” Alex hesitated.

“Come-ON!” She used her other hand to grab him by his wet hair, and pulled his mouth onto the plastic cock. She grinned wickedly as he took it past his lips and into his mouth, tasting her fluids.

“Hehe, that’s cute. You’re definitely not a professional cocksucker though. You need practice!” She let him off, and then pushed her pussy onto the dildo again, and resumed her fucking motions.

Alex lubed up her asshole, and then his cock, and then positioned himself over her.

“You gonna like taking two cocks at the same time?” He pressed his cockhead against her asshole and pushed in. “Oh yeah, such a nice tight ass. I’m gonna shove it home!”

Katya’s eyes bulged and her breaths became more rapid and shallow. Her movement stopped and she grunted as Alex pressed into her ass.

“Oooh, you fucker,” she groaned in pleasure. “Dirty, perverted fucker!”

He began pumping his cock in and out of her ass, and she moved her hips, slowly getting accommodated to the friction of two objects inside of her.

Alex reached around, and easily found the hard nub of her enflamed clit, massaging and stroking it while he fucked her ass.

“You like that, girl?” he said. “You like a cock in your pussy and a cock in your ass?”

Katya only responded with grunts and groans. He kept playing with her clit, and the steam from the shower still rose and drifted around them.

“I’m gonna cum!” She yelled. “Don’t stop playing with my pussy!”

The ferocity of her orgasm hit, and Alex felt the hard spasms, felt his cock squeezed hard against the plastic one right beside his.

After Katya came she lifted off the plastic cock, lifting up her ass at a better angle for Alex to ream while she spread herself over the toilet, and lazily flopped the plastic dildo against the outside of her pussy.

She heard the grunts indicating Alex was getting closer. “Don’t cum in my ass, baby,” she said. “I don’t want it up there all day when I’m travelling. I’ll eat it up for you instead, k?”

Alex pulled his cock out of her ass, and she positioned him on the edge of the counter and took his hard cock in her mouth. She spread his legs and pressed a finger up into his ass, digging deep.

Alex grabbed Katya’s wet hair with both hands, and pumped his cum into her mouth..

*****

They were a little late meeting Sally at the airport, and Alex began to get a little worried when he saw that Katya was having trouble walking, even just wearing running shoes.

After they met Sally they headed to one of the airport coffee shops. A half hour of general conversation passed, mostly about Sally’s trip, and then Alex realized the two close friends wanted to engage in some ‘girltalk’, and so he excused himself and drifted off.

Driving home, Alex tried to act normal, but with his wife in the passenger seat beside him, and Katya already miles away, the haze of lust was wearing off, and the reality of what he’d done was starting to sink in

“So,” Sally said, “Katya told me some very interesting things when we got to talk alone.”

“Really?” Alex’s voice was a little unsteady.

“Yeah, she says that she’s gonna try to convince Matt of the idea of them moving here.”

Alex let out a sigh of relief.

Sally reached over, gave his crotch a playful squeeze, and said “So you can fuck her any time you want!”

-END-

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Bad Behaviour Pt. 01



Nobody seeing Jan Kilmer in passing would guess that she was a nerd. Her tall, athletic body moved with confident grace and her Nordic features were striking by any standard. Still it was a fact that inside this physically attractive package the inquisitive mind of a true academic was buzzing.

Jan tapped a final period to the last sentence of page 216 and sat back from the keyboard. She had reached the finish line of a two year long marathon. The early research had been enjoyable and the note taking a not unpleasant nightly habit. It was the final three months of precise writing that had been challenging. Jan had decided to work at home, not at the university, because there would be fewer distractions. She'd also forbidden any interruptions from Gail, her live in lover, at least during writing hours. She got rid of the TV and Wi-Fi to her computer. The lack of internet meant she could work only from her notes. Limiting herself to source attributions already compiled along with constant parsing and paring had still demanded 216 pages.

"Dominance in human relationships: Evolving challenges to the established culture." Jan felt it was a solid dissertation. Not brilliantly illuminating but it did shine a light into a few dark corners. Because of social circumstance, sexual politics, racial and genetic differences the assertion of dominance in human relationships is more complex than in the lesser animal world. Jan believed that very little was new under the sun but she reasoned that her doctoral thesis would still prove thought provoking.

Immediately behind the rush of relief and satisfaction was the wish to share the moment with Gail. To Jan's tall and blond presence, Gail was a dark beauty, a lively, petite gypsy of a woman who was serious only when forced to be. Jan threw open the door of the study and shouted into the house, "It's over Gail! It is fucking done, done, and DONE!"

Her words were still echoing when Gail came flying into her arms from the living room. Between kisses and laughter she voiced her delight.

"Thank the gods! My beautiful Jan is free at last. You have no idea how much the city of Boston and I have missed you."

"Don't exaggerate. It's not like I was off on safari."

"Hah. Breakfast together and only occasional love making for three months. Meanwhile you've been spending six hours a day behind that locked door with your mistress."

"I had to concentrate to finish it. If a thesis can be a mistress believe me she was more pain than pleasure. Want to read it?"

"Not a word. I'd rather rub my eyes with poison ivy. Let's forget it ever came between us."

"Deal. We can dust off the dancing shoes and get out."

"YEAH!" enthused Gail, "Wine me, dine me and dance me around Beantown, Baby."

They made a night of it. Dinner at the Bella Luna on Amory Street, drinks and dancing at Club Café on Columbus Ave. As a couple they were openly loving but neither of them matched any cartoon lesbian stereotype. Still their choice of Club Café spoke for them and a very mannish lady had tried to put the pull on Gail, while a cute little lipstick type had sought to park herself in Jan's lap. They had laughed about this in the cab home and all the way into the bedroom. It really had been too long since they had shared each other completely.

"Let's shower together and climb in bed all clean and damp." Jan said.

"Let's stay dirty and make our own damp."

"But the club was so sweaty..." Jan's protest died as Gail pushed her down to the bed.

"Just stay put here like you are. I'll be right back with a surprise." Gail slid into the bathroom before Jan could argue further. As she waited, Jan replayed their night out. The cute little girl who had plunked into her lap had indeed been a sexy number but not nearly as hot as her sweet Gail. All such thoughts vanished as her very own girl came slinking out of the bathroom. 

Gail stood hipshot at the foot of the bed wearing a sly 'come fuck me' smile. She wore a saucy outfit that had obviously been acquired for the occasion. A sleek black silk camisole above matching French cut lace knickers, the whole bit blatantly balanced atop a pair of black patent five inch heels.

"You like?"

"That is so deliciously whorish." Jan exclaimed.

"All for you, lover."

That was barely said before Jan was dragging her into an embrace that ended with Gail under her. She slid the spaghetti strings down Gail's shoulders and pushed the silk down to her waist. She kissed and sucked the soft spot under Gail's shell like ears then licked her way down along Gail's collar bone. Her lover was sighing "Yes" by the time Jan's lips circled a breast and captured an erect, expectant nipple. Jan worked each nubbin in turn until Gail's sighs turned to moans of need. Below the bunched camisole Jan's lips and tongue played over the soft belly to the waist band of the black lace. Jan could smell Gail's lust and pulling aside the loose, already damp crotch, Jan gently ran her tongue over Gail's swollen nether lips and swirled it round the stiff clit. Alternating her mouth's rhythm, Jan attuned her efforts to the sounds of Gail's growing ecstasy.

"Oh...yes...yes!" Gail gasped, grabbing the back of Jan's head. "Oh Jan...Ah...Oh my God Jan, please don't stop ...Pleeease!" Gail wailed it, throwing her head back as she climbed toward orgasm. Jan felt the thigh muscles under her hands tense and tremble and she worked even harder to push Gail up and over the summit. Gail screamed joyously as the waves pulsed through her. Jan continued to lap at her gently, tasting her until her lover's body went limp. Jan moved her mouth up to share the flavor of their lust with Gail's slack lips.

"Oh my God I freakin' loved that." Gail groaned with her eyes closed as if drifting off on a cloud. But she jerked awake as Jan gave one of her nipples a sharp if playful twist.

"Not so fast my lacy little whore. You started my motor going so we'll drive until I'm out of gas."

The passing of two years found Jan and Gail still in love after having worked around a financial iceberg. The problem had not been too little money but rather too much. While still a child Gail had lost her parents to an accident. On her 25th birthday the trust fund that had been left to her was released and she was suddenly a very wealthy young woman. Her great idea was that they should both take off to some island paradise for a life of tropical romance. Jan had eventually talked her out of that fantasy.

"We are far too young for that scenario. The islands are mostly littered with retired fogies and bored alcoholics. You'd go crazy and be climbing palm trees inside a month, baby."

"Well what then?"

"Look, you won't lure me into idleness. I'm getting a research grant and love my work. What you need is a job. I was going to say just park the money for later but wealth can be work too. You should use it and get into investments."

"Oh right. I'd lose it all. I'm more of a Jimmy Buffet than a Warren Buffet."

"So intern with a firm and learn the ropes first. You can't just mope around the house waiting for me to get home."

After many prods and pokes from Jan, Gail had amazed herself by landing an internship with Vandorn Investments, a Franklin Street financial firm. To her surprise she found the challenge interesting and had taken to it like a duck to water. Within a week she was sharing her enthusiasm.

"It's fabulous, Jan! Not like work at all. More like a giant board game." 

Margaret Vandorn had inked OK on Gail's application despite a lack of any serious resume. The girl was after all a Harvard product and was attractive enough to be office candy. Ms. Vandorn knew what impressed people with money. In addition to her financial savvy, her web was spun using rich paneling, plush Orientals underfoot, fresh flowers and smart but pretty assistants behind every desk.

The tutoring of interns was delegated to the account managers. Margaret's interest in Gail was only awakened by a chance sighting while dining out. Across the room she'd spied her newest intern at a table with a truly marvelous blonde. She was mildly surprised since the place was extremely exclusive. It was also very obvious by the looks the pair exchanged that her new girl was sharing more than champagne and Lobster Frittata with the gorgeous blonde.

Margaret was still in the closet. She'd always felt it professionally prudent to keep her sexual preference for women under wraps and certainly far from the firm. Some of her very wealthy accounts were homophobic. Margaret indulged her desires with girls provided by an ultra-discreet escort service. During her last session with one of these girls she had amused herself by talking with one her accounts as she secretly pleasured herself. The girl was ordered to suck her toes during the entire conversation while her free hand stroked wetly between her legs. Contempt for these hired girls had grown. She'd begun treating them as living toys, routinely pulling their hair as she rode their pretty faces to an orgasm. But then why shouldn't she play on the edge after all it was her secret

This accidental knowledge that one of her girls was also into women and was openly so intrigued her. The following day Gail found herself in a new position as PA to the head of the firm. A job Margaret had previously felt unnecessary. At first she was only curious to see if Gail's private life in any way influenced her interactions at work. There was nothing to learn other than that the girl was efficient and well-liked by co-workers. Gail also managed to dodge any extra attention from clients without offending them. For a trainee she was surprisingly good with numbers and scheduling.

Margaret knew she should be happy that she'd discovered someone very useful and leave it at that. Instead there came a day when she found herself imagining what Gail would look like naked.

After that she found herself seeking excuses to touch Gail. Little physical contacts that she hoped seemed innocent. Her hand over Gail's briefly, a pat to her nyloned knee and these tiny touches sent thrills up Margaret's arm. At night she found herself masturbating as she imagined Gail in place of one of her interchangeable escort girls. Along with the touching she had begun demanding various menial services from Gail. Using phrases such as 'Fetch me that file' or 'I need a coffee now'. Then she would talk down to her with something like 'thank you, my pet'. Since the girl had never bucked at any of these presumptions Margaret became bolder.

"This morning I was all over town in these heels. Be a good girl and rub my feet, pet."

When Gail had actually acceded to her request after the merest pause, Margaret convinced herself that it would only be a matter of time before her nightly fantasies might become reality. She saw her fists buried in that dark silky hair with the girl's pretty face pulled hard between her thighs. She could almost cum just imagining it.

As for Doctor Jan Kilmer, she was still lecturing at a leading Boston university while also pursuing a research grant on the behavioral culture of females. Males and females have disparate cultures with life experiences that are utterly different and crucial. Implicit in all the gender identity development which takes place in childhood is the sum of the parents, peers and society's notions of what is appropriate to each gender. Every moment of the child's life is a clue to how he or she must think and behave to satisfy the demands which gender places upon one. In adolescence, the merciless task of conformity can grow to crisis proportions. Dissecting the patterns involved in the evolution of female gender based behavior in a changing society was the main thrust of Jan's research.

As a couple Jan and Gail were a fine example of the old adage that opposites attract. Jan was a model of self-discipline while Gail was prone to impulsive self-gratification. Jan provided a structured lifestyle that more or less held Gail's chaos on course.

One evening they were sipping wine on the sofa with shoes off. The broad work desk with facing chairs that they shared was left waiting. They'd made it a rule to reserve the first hour at home for some shared small talk and relaxation. It was also a rule that they wouldn't talk shop but Gail broke that one by confiding the turn her situation at work was taking.

"It's about Margaret Vandorn."

"Margaret...as in the head of Vandorn Investments?" Jan asked.

"Yep. That's her. She's definitely coming on to me. But in an odd way. It's like some sort of power trip. If she was a man it would be like sexual harassment. Jan, I need some advice. I mean after all you are the behavior expert."

"Baby, sexual harassment knows no gender lines. Just sue the shit out of her."

"It's a bit more complicated." Gail explained, "Confusing really. You know I'm all yours and not looking for anyone else but... it may sound weird but this game she's trying to play is...sort of a turn on."

"Hmmm...it sounds like Ms. Vandorn is practicing some emotional grooming. My advice as to whatever you are contemplating is to let your conscience be your guide." Jan laughed," I refuse to be jealous. We've both been hit on in the past. A few times we even brought them home for fun and games. Bring her along some evening and we'll see what her taste in undies runs to." 

"Seriously?"

"Yes, you know I'm not prudish. One wild night won't hurt. It will amuse me and scratch out the office itch between you and her."

"I'm not sure that would solve things. I really think her deal is kinkier than that. She has taken to calling me 'pet'. Like she might be one of those control freaks who is into the bondage bit."

"Oh, I see." Jan's look turned from amused to serious, "In that case this might interest me after all. It's a relationship dynamic I haven't explored yet."

"So what should I do?"

"That should be obvious. You have to introduce me into the lady's life. A lesson from me in emotional grooming and it will become a question of what SHE should do."

"Am I hearing what I think I am?"

"I think Ms. Vandorn will make the perfect subject for a unique research experiment. I can't wait."

As soon as Gail saw that Jan was dead serious she burst out laughing.



Bad Behaviour Pt. 02



Jan was distracted from the work she'd brought home by her earlier conversation with Gail. She was pondering how best to proceed with Margaret Vandorn. The details Gail had related on their interaction so far had given Jan a small window into the woman's mindset. The woman, for whatever reason, was attempting to establish both psychological and sexual dominance over Gail. She might be acting on a need born of some sort of emotional repression. The approach had been subtle at first but was growing bolder. She probably felt safe in doing so because, as head of the firm, she held economic power over anyone in her employ. After all, she had given a girl with no viable qualifications an entrée into Boston financial circles. Surely an ambitious girl with only a toehold on the ladder up would have little choice when it came to pleasing the only person who could help her. Jan doubted the woman had any inkling that Gail was a young woman of independent means.

To draw any concrete conclusions Jan would need to get close to her subject. Either as a friend or as an adversary. She'd considered just asking Gail to let things progress while she analyzed from the sidelines. But the information would be secondhand. Jan wanted to read the woman's eyes and tone of voice in person as she probed. Also if her demands became too deviant it would feel like she had pimped out her lover to satisfy nothing more than a bit of research.

The very next day there was a development at Gail's firm that made up Jan's mind. Apparently Ms. Vandorn had asked Gail if she was involved in a personal relationship. It was an improper bit of prying but Gail had answered yes without elaborating. That prompted the woman to inform Gail that she had seen her with a blonde woman at dinner one evening. Jan asked if anything else had been said.

"She told me that it was very plain that you and I were more than mere friends. Then she was like 'But don't worry, pet. It won't affect your situation with me.' As if we should be a dirty little secret." Gail concluded. She'd searched Jan's face for a reaction and saw only a brief smile of satisfaction.

Hearing this Jan decided since she would be recognized upon any meeting, they might as well use a direct opening. A dinner invitation. Since they were a couple, Gail could tell her she'd been bragging her new Boss up and that her girlfriend was dying to meet her brilliant new mentor. Gail wouldn't be lying by saying that I was anxious to meet her.

After a light meal, Gail made the drinks. Comfy in a red silk robe, Jan watched her bring them from the kitchen clad only in black panties. She enjoyed the fact that Gail liked to lounge about wearing little or nothing.

"Just think what a thrill it would be for the Boss lady if she could see you now." Jan laughed.

"I'm sure. Look, enough about her. Has it occurred to you I might be wishing it was you ordering me around instead of her. The only reason she got such a nice foot massage that time was because I was pretending I had your feet in my hands."

"It's interesting that her game has been a turn on for you."

"I mean with us I like that we always end up doing things your way. In or out of bed."

"That's not true, Gail. You know you're the constant little sex pot."

"Only to get your attention. I may start things but you always end up on top."

"I don't want you to resent me for seeming bossy."

"No, no. I trust your judgement over mine most of the time, I like it that you've always taken the lead. But this thing at work has got me thinking maybe I'd rather just be told than reasoned with. Once when we were in bed you gave me this fantastic climax. I was about to just drift off in the afterglow...but then you gave my nipple a wicked hard twist and insisted I please you. "

"I did that?" 

"Yes and I loved it."

With those five words it dawned on Jan that for a smart person she had been incredibly stupid. During their four years together she'd been so involved studying people in the abstract that she'd failed to grasp the true needs and desires behind Gail's often erratic behavior. She was like a child who would rather be spanked than ignored. Well, better late than never. On impulse she surprised Gail by taking a hard fistful of her hair.

"Ouch. What are you doing?"

With only a commanding "Hush!" Jan headed for the bedroom and where Gail's head went her body followed. At the edge of the bed Jan tugged Gail down to kneel on the carpet before releasing her grip.

"Stay." Jan commanded and shed her robe. She shifted to sit on the edge of the bed in front of her girl and spread her legs wide. Gail stared at the open, beckoning sex and then up into Jan's eyes uncertainly.

"Well?" Jan demanded, "This is what you want isn't it? Or is it too sudden?"

Gail opened her mouth to answer but Jan muffled it by pulling her face hard against her waiting pussy.

"Don't talk. Just use that mouth to make me happy."

Gail did not wait to be told again. She hurried her tongue to work on her lover's gorgeous pussy. Above her Jan smiled. She was certain that her sudden unusual show of aggression was welcome. Gail's busy tongue was erasing any doubt as to that. Gail was worshiping Jan's glistening sex as if starved. As if playing an instrument, she used every skill she could muster to draw forth Jan's sounds of pleasure. She sucked and tugged sweetly at the outer lips with her mouth. Her tongue circled the clit, waiting for a signal to french the swollen nub. Her efforts seemed to be taking forever, her lips became bruised and her jaw was tiring but she didn't mind. She loved having her face in the delicious folds of flesh she'd been commanded to eat

"Oh that's it baby, oh yes that's it." Jan moaned, "Flatten your tongue now. All the way from the bottom up. Yes that's it." Jan's breathing grew heavier. Gail felt the hands in her hair urging a rhythm. Jan's hips began to buck, she shoved her sex into Gail's face gasping, "Oh yeah, yes. Suckmybutton." Jan bucked harder, "Oh you sweet bitch. YES!"

In the intensity of her orgasm she grabbed Gail's head by the ears. Her legs went out stiff with muscles taut and trembling. Then her toes curled as the thrills came in waves. It was some time fading but finally she went limp and let go her lover's head. Released, Gail left her knees and crawled up on the bed to lick Jan's lips and closed eyelids.

"I love you so much, Jan." Gail whispered.

"And what fine love you give, baby." Jan assured her, "Now it's your turn... just let me get myself together." 

"I've been saving something for just the right moment. Close your eyes again. I have a present for you."

Gail scooted over to the drawer of her night stand and brought out a double ended cock toy. She pressed it into Jan's hand.

"It's called a Feeldoe. You wear it by sliding the short curved end inside your pussy and PRESTO you've grown a lovely cock to fuck me with. There's a ridge that will rub your clit as you move."

"What's wrong with our favorite vibe? This seems maybe a tad too dyke like."

"No. It's a must for any erotic Mistress. It's definitely the new aggressive you. I need you to use it."

Gail crawled to the center of the big bed and went to elbows and knees with her head down. Her ass was up and swaying invitingly. Like a cat on heat with its tail waving in the air. What Gail was craving needed no words. With a quick look at the thing in her hand Jan gripped the Feeldoe and slid the stubby end inside herself. She was so wet that it went in and seated itself easily. Jan gave herself a moment to get used to the fullness. It felt comfortable and secure. And seeing it jutting up from her loins did make her feel aggressive.

"Please." Gail mewled.

Jan gave her a slap on each cheek and grabbed Gail's hips. She eased the length of it all the way into her girl's eager sex. Gail Groaned gratefully as Jan started thrusting into her. Slowly at first and pausing to tease between each stroke, holding just the tip inside until Gail moaned impatiently for more. 

"Do you like that, baby? Do you like Mama's big cock inside you?"

"God, it feels so fucking fine."

Then Gail started to rock her hips back, grinding the ridge of the dildoe against Jan's clit. That sensation encouraged a steady in and out rhythm. The only things she could hear were Gail's moans and her belly slapping Gail's ass. Jan added a little twist to her thrusts in search of Gail's sweet spot. 

"Oh, shit! Right there! Don't stop!" 

Jan had no notion of stopping. Instead she rocked her hips more rapidly. Her thighs began to burn from the effort but the pain was dull and distant.

"Stroke your clit, baby. I want you to come all over my cock." 

Gail's hand went up between her legs as ordered. Jan could feel the hips under her hands begin to shake as Gail neared the edge. She loosed a loud wail that rose and fell continuously as multiple orgasms spiraled out from her core. The intense shaking and humping reached Jan's clit through the Feeldoe, so as Gail peaked Jan enjoyed a second cum of her own. She remained in place draped over Gail, holding her until their hearts slowed. Once the panting turned to purring she eased the cock out and they fell alongside each other. Gail gave a contented sigh and nestled into Jan's shoulder. 

"Did you like fucking me?" she whispered.

"Oh yeah." Jan breathed, "Your gift advances the science of pleasure."

"I think from now on you you'll find me in here when you get home...with my pussy dripping and my ass waving at you."

"In that case I may have to curtail my office hours."

"Are you sleepy yet?"

"Well...tomorrow morning I give a lecture and need to get some letters off before the weekend. Why?"

"I'll let you just lie back with Mr. Feeldoe anchored and pointing up. We'll see if I can ride us off into the moonlight. There must be more joy to be had but this time you can just relax and enjoy while your slave does all the work."

"You're insatiable."

"Guilty as charged Officer Kilmer, Feel free to use your nightstick."

Their long, crazy night had them both running behind schedule in the morning. Instead of taking the T Gail was able to get help from a car service. Jan was dropped off first so she could start her Friday morning lecture on time. As she was closing the door she leaned in for a quick kiss.

"Call later and let me know if your guest will coming to dinner."

"Oh, so she's 'my guest 'now, huh. I'll call but if she comes it was your idea so it's on you to deal with her."

"She won't pass up time with you. If not tonight she'll show the next."

Their townhouse was in Back Bay so what with the stop for Jan and the traffic Gail reached Franklin Street late. Unless Margaret Vandorn had also been held up there would be some explaining to do. And with the way the day had started Gail wasn't surprised to find her Boss already at her desk and irritated.

"I'm disappointed, pet. You know a personal assistant can't very well assist if she can't be found."

"Yes Ma'am, you're right. But the traffic was unusually ..."

"Leave earlier then, pet. Still it is only a first mistake so your punishment shouldn't be too severe. Back here in my office in five with my coffee and then we'll try and catch up. "

"Yes Ma'am."

At the coffee bar Gail set out a porcelain cup and saucer and the silver sugar and cream caddy. She muttered while waiting on the espresso maker. "Old Madam Margie can't make do with just a cup of regular and one or two spoons of sugar!" Then her use of the word 'old 'struck her. The woman was only in her thirties. There was a handsome lady in there somewhere. If she'd lose the power suits, let her hair down and get some contacts. Gail wasn't worried about any punishment. Even if she was docked a full day, big deal. She hadn't come to the firm for the pitiful salary her position rated.

When Gail set the coffee tray down, Ms. Vandorn waved her toward the files in the incoming tray without even looking up. As usual there were the files of a few accounts that merited Margaret's personal attention. Gail's first chore was always to check their performance against the trading board for any red flags and to make sure the numbers were correct before passing them on to her. She was almost done as it neared lunch hour. Gail was aware that Madam Margie had not spoken to her again all morning. When she finally did her words took Gail by surprise.

"Would you like to go to lunch with me, pet?"

"That would be wonderful," Gail lied, "But I have to meet Jan...my girlfriend."

"She would be welcome to join us. I'd like to meet her."

"And she wants to meet you too." Unfortunately she's having family problems and needs my advice." Gail had reached for the first excuse that came to mind.

"I see." Margaret's tone carried both disappointment and irritation.

"Here's an idea though. I've told Jan all about you and she really is dying to meet you. Since we can't do lunch why not come to dinner at our place?"

"I don't know. It's very short notice and I'm terribly busy of late."

"Please think it over. It would mean a lot to us. I've told Jan how lucky I am to have you as a mentor." Even as she said it Gail was wondering who the bigger liar was. 'Terribly busy'. What bullshit. The word at the water cooler was that the woman spent nights alone.

"I'll think about it and let you know by close of business. Meanwhile this is all very friendly but there is still the matter of your punishment. After some consideration I've decided a spanking is in order. Be prepared to accept it when you return from lunch. Otherwise you should clean out your desk, pet."

Gail hurried from the building and ducked into the nearest café. Gratefully she managed to get Jan on the third ring.

"I have news. I ended up being late It was 15 minutes at most but she was real snooty about it. Gave me the silent treatment all morning and then changed her tune and asked me out to lunch. I knew I had to call so I begged off, Anyway it gave me an opening to make the invitation."

"So did she accept?"

"She's stalling an answer so as not to seem lonely but I think she'll come. I was almost feeling sorry for her until she pulled a hissing snake out of her mouth!"

"What exactly is behind that metaphor?"

"The last thing she said was that dinner date or not I'd have to be punished for being late."

"Punished how?"

"The crazy bitch wants to give me a spanking. Either I let her or I'm fired. I wanted to tell her to piss off. I can afford to quit but I've been learning a lot there. In a year's time I'll feel confident enough to put my money to work. What do you think?"

"I think this has to be your choice." Jan answered.

"Lover, I'm asking what you want me to do."

"Not right for me to say...but I will tell you this...if you play this out we will get even."



Bad Behaviour Pt. 03



By the time Gail hit the End button on her cell she felt better. Jan had explained how enduring a brief bit of humiliation could create a long term upside. All she had to do was think of it as acting. With no appetite, Gail ordered a double Bombay Martini for some liquid courage. By the time she got to the bottom of the glass it was already one o'clock. Late again. She toasted an imaginary companion with a final sip, "We who are about to die salute you! The bitch can just put a few more minutes on my tab."

At her desk Margaret was pretending interest in a spread sheet as she waited. She didn't want to show the anticipation she was enjoying. But as minutes ticked past the hour she began to fear she'd overplayed her hand. Then came the knock at her open door. Margaret looked up and fought off a smile of relieved triumph.

"You are a naughty pet. Late twice in one day."

"Yes Ma'am." Gail answered, "I had to think pretty hard about the choice you gave me. To let you spank me or lose my job."

"And...?"

"My future here is important to me, Ms. Vandorn so here I am."

"Good girl, very smart. Now close and lock the door, pet."

Gail complied and then stood with head bowed. Feeling like some recalcitrant schoolgirl presenting herself to a strict headmistress. It reminded her of her boarding school days. From under lowered lashes she saw Margaret move from her desk to one of the leather sofas.

"Come here, pet. Take off your suit jacket. I want you across my lap like the bad girl you are."

Hearing that Gail almost smirked as she draped herself over the woman's thighs. Jan had told her to think of it as roleplaying.

Margaret was elated. Her previous request for a foot massage had been a small test but this was proof of total surrender. She couldn't resist giving Gail's firm ass a long, possessive squeeze before applying her palm with a solid smack. First on one side and then on the other. A dozen swats failed to draw even a whimper from Gail. Having obsessively imagined her pet in just such a situation Margaret was reluctant to let her go.

"Those were for this morning. For the long lunch you treated yourself to you deserve another set. Hearing this Gail decided the charade had gone far enough. She rolled off onto the carpet and jumped to her feet.

"You know you've no choice, pet. But since you're being balky and my first effort didn't seem to hurt...I think the next twelve will have more effect on bare skin. Take off your clothes. I want you back across my lap naked, pet."

Instead of taking anything off Gail put her jacket back on and moved to unlock the door.

"Leave if you like but if you do you won't find a position anywhere in the financial community. I'll see to that!" Margaret was livid.

"You don't realize it yet lady but the shoe just slipped onto the other foot." Gail laughed and left her fuming. On the way out she took a silver framed picture of her parents from her desk. That and her briefcase were the only personal effects she'd ever brought to the job.

Once on the street Gail went back to the café around the corner. Her earlier table was vacant and the waiter was the same.

"I missed lunch." She told him.

"I remember. Another double Martini?" 

"No way. Bring me a thick, juicy fillet mignon, grilled asparagus and a glass of the house Burgundy."

Jan answered Gail's call almost immediately. 

"Looking at my watch I'm guessing you are done at the office. Are you sitting on a now pink ass and feeling very unemployed?"

"I don't think it even got pink. You would have done a much better job of it. In fact I may just have to be a bad girl for you soon."

"So how do you think it went?"

"Exactly as you said it would. "

"Okay. Convert the recording to an MP3 file and send it to me. It's time for me to introduce myself and remind her she was invited to dinner."

Margaret was still fuming when the receptionist asked if she would take a call from a Doctor Jan Kilmer.

"Who is she and what does it concern?"

"The name isn't familiar but she said she wants to consult with you about an important matter."

"Alright. I'll take it."

Someone had probably referred their Doctor to her for investment advice. She forced down her irritation and found her pleasant voice.

"Good afternoon. Margaret Vandorn here. How may we help you, Doctor?"

"I am Gail's partner. Don't hang up. Please listen to this before we discuss how you can help..."

What Margaret heard was her own voice and that of Gail. It seemed to be a recording of everything that had occurred earlier. Margaret was steaming but she knew better than to just cut the call. As soon as Jan felt enough had been heard and the point was made she shut it off.

"Gail used a recorder for office memos and notes. Very clear sound for such a small mic isn't, Margaret?"

"Look if she thinks she can bully me into taking her back she is..."

"Gail is no longer interested in that position."

"So what is it you want then?" A mounting frustration plain in her tone.

"We want you at our place this evening for dinner. Shall we say eightish?"

"You are both nutty if you think I'll have anything further to do with her."

"I think you are far too intelligent to trip over your emotions in this matter. Think of the cost of a sexual harassment suit you couldn't possibly win. Oh and then there is the ever ravenous media. 'PROMINENT INVESTMENT BROKER COERCES INTERN INTO LESBIAN SEX!' The story would be red meat for them. The scandal could damage your firm." Jan paused to let her words sink in, "but then such public unpleasantness just might prove unnecessary." 

"If I agree to meet you?"

"I knew you would prove to be a quick study. Our address is..."

"I'll get it from personnel!" Margaret snapped, slamming down the phone. She was upset at the fix she seemed to have gotten herself into and that calm condescending voice on the phone had totally infuriated her.

Gail couldn't stop laughing as Jan replayed the conversation for her over dinner. In anticipation of their success she had brought home a bottle of Taittinger. It was just cool enough to light the gas log in the fireplace. She popped the cork and they settled together on the floor with some pillows.

"So what is the next move General Kilmer?" Gail giggled.

"Only one other question. You told me that she had you doing the grunt work on her most important folders. You didn't come across any irregularities did you?"

"No. In fact, much as I hate admitting it, she seems to have a sixth sense for a good bet." She said in reluctant praise, "I'm still no expert but those portfolios showed steady growth. I still think she's a bitch but probably an honest one."

"So the only account to settle when she comes is ours. I don't have a fixed plan but I am sure she will see sense by the time we let her leave."

"So you're just going to reason with her. To make her say she's sorry and promise to mend her ways?"

"I think we'll come away with more than that. The carrot and stick method is almost always effective. What are you thinking?"

"Up to me we fuck her with the carrot and beat her with the stick!" Gail said with mock ferocity.

Jan spit champagne laughing and it just encouraged Gail further, "Strip her, whip her and hot wax dip her I say!"

"Poor Margaret has created a monster." Jan said wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.

"You weren't the one who was spanked."

"I promised we would get even for that but there will be no whips and wax."

"Aw poop!" Gail pouted comically.

Their door chime sounded at exactly eight o'clock.

"Come in won't you, dinner's almost ready." Jan welcomed.

"Let's skip dinner and just get this over with." Margaret grated.

"Since you've arrived with an attitude with you may as well turn around and go home. On Monday an attorney from Knox, Drake and Kimball will file a sexual harassment suit. I know you are familiar with their firm. Very high priced but I assure you Gail can afford their services. So leave or come in and behave yourself. Which will it be?" Jan asked sweetly.

Margaret had used the same firm in the past. They were very effective. She was beginning to wonder if she had been trapped by a pair of clever shakedown artists. With little choice she allowed Jan to show her inside. On the way through to the dining room Margaret noted the elegance of the décor and furnishings. She had indeed misjudged Gail's financial situation. Stupid of her, that unimpressive resume had after all featured a Harvard degree. It should have clued her to dig into Gail's background beyond the standard criminal scan the firm ran.

The glossy mahogany table was laid with a single place setting of Royal Doulton accompanied by antique silver and a crystal flute. Jan poured champagne and pulled back the chair. The arrangement was quite obviously staged but Margaret decided she might as well sit and see what their angle was. But Jan blocked her from sitting.

"I think since earlier you thought it perfectly acceptable for Gail to undress herself for your pleasure...we will need you to do the same for us before dinner."

"I will not!"

"Sorry to hear it. Well you know where the door is."

There was the longest of pauses with Margaret's eyes shooting daggers. Then with a smothered curse she shrugged out of her jacket. As she shed each article a silent Jan maintained a neutral expression until Margaret hesitated when she was down to bra and panties.

"Sorry to say but everything has to go." Jan's smile was almost sympathetic.

Once her underwear had joined the rest Margaret stood bare and hunched over, using her hands in an attempt at modesty.

"Please sit down and taste the champers. No need for shyness, you have a lovely body."

Margaret blushed noticeably at the remark and sat quickly, grateful to have her lower half shielded by the table. 

Just then the door from the kitchen swung open and Gail entered with a flourish. In her hands was a small pastry in a foil container adorned with a single lit candle. She placed this before Margaret and stood back as if suddenly aware of Margaret's nudity.

"Oh, look at you! Where have you been hiding those perky nipples, pet?"

"Okay, I get it, I get it. I was not nice, Gail. I apologize, sincerely. Tell me what you want so I can dress and get out of here please."

"After we reach a complete understanding." Jan answered, "Now blow out your candle, make a wish and eat your birthday dinner."

"It's not my birthday." 

"But it is. Tonight you are being born again. Now eat. It's just a frozen pot pie. Not poison." Jan assured her.

"Our version of humble pie." Gail couldn't resist.

Hearing 'born again'...it flashed on Margaret that she might be at the mercy of a pair of religious nuts. Then they started humming the Happy Birthday tune while motioning her to eat. She decided the sooner she went along with their game the sooner the insanity would end. At least when she blew out the candle and began forking the bland dish into her mouth they left off humming their silly tune.

"It's fresh out of the microwave so be careful." Gail goaded, "I forgot your napkin and I would hate to see your scald those cute little tits, pet."

"Now, now." Jan hushed her, "Go wait for us in the living room, baby. I know she's earned it, but our guest will listen to me more attentively without your taunts."

Instead Gail slipped back into the kitchen. She would be hidden but still hear every word. When the door had closed behind her Jan took a seat next to their guest. Margaret started when Jan reached down and patted one of her bare knees.

"I'm sure you are finding this humiliating...Gail calling you pet... feeling powerless and being the only one naked, but this is a situation you have put others in or at least tried to. Consider this little exercise an empathy injection. If you had been practicing the golden rule you wouldn't be having this unpleasant experience. Keep eating please."

Margaret quit dawdling and got busy with her fork. Co-operating was the only way she was going to escape this female Torquemada. The tiny pie seemed to last forever but she finally swallowed a final bite.

"Good girl!" praised Jan, "Now you can satisfy my curiosity on a few points. But first come and stand here in front of me."

Hesitantly Margaret complied, with arms and hands covering what they could.

"No, no...clasp your hands behind your neck. Don't be shy. "

On full display, Margaret writhed inwardly at this further humiliation. Good God, when would they feel like they'd gotten their pound of flesh?

"Since we are becoming so intimate I think Margaret is too formal. Peggy sounds friendlier. I looked up your professional bio in the Social Register, Peggy. Very accomplished for a 38 year old lady. From Catholic private schools and all the way to Wharton with top marks. Listed by Forbes."

"I hate the sound of 'Peggy'. So are you tormenting me out of some twisted class envy?"

"Hardly that. How old were you when you developed a sexual attraction to women?"

"You've no reason to assume I'm that way. I didn't kiss Gail...I punished her."

"Come now, Peggy, don't be obtuse. We'll be here all night at this rate. You know perfectly well that Gail and I are lovers and we don't mind a lick that you like to lick and be licked too."

"Oh what the hell does it matter! As early as puberty I suppose, but I didn't act on my feelings for years."

While there was a degree of satisfaction in knocking the lady off her high horse Jan was not doing it to be mean. But having her reduced to the position of supplicant and literally laid bare seemed to make Margaret more ready to relate and hopefully listen.

"I am a research psychologist, not a shrink mind you. I don't think there is anything wrong with your mental health. What I do think is that your Catholic background along with some repressive formative influences from growing up in the 80's are still mucking things up for you. Your attitude toward life reflects a good deal of cognitive dissonance."

"What the hell is that in English?"

"It just means that in key ways your values and actions are in opposition. Probably that has been a major factor in keeping you closeted. Come on out in the fresh air. Massachusetts legalized same sex marriage over a decade ago. We lead the nation in LGBT equality of economic opportunity. No need to take out a full page ad in the Globe but from now on...be yourself. Trust me your firm won't suffer. It may even grow faster."

It was hard for Margaret to believe but what seemed a nightmare only minutes ago was feeling less alien by the moment. She had sworn to herself that she would find a way to get the upper hand but that was becoming less likely and not even very important. Her resentment was fading and Jan's simple open approach beginning to resonate.

"I doubt you've been celibate so what do you do for sex?"

"I'd rather not get into that."

"Come on Peggy, spill it."

"If you must know, I use an escort service. Very expensive call girls really."

"And do they satisfy you?"

"They get paid a lot to do whatever I ask if that's what you mean."

"So the answer is no they don't...otherwise you wouldn't have gotten caught up in the web you were trying to weave around Gail."

Margaret looked away guiltily and shifted her stance nervously. Jan took pity on her,

"Don't get all like that...sit down and relax. I'll even let you be Margaret again. I've kept Peggy standing long enough"

Margaret was grateful. It was embarrassing enough being interrogated stark naked without having her exposed pussy at Jan's eye level.

"What you're telling me makes sense even though I hate saying so. It makes me feel that I've been incredibly stupid for years." Margaret admitted meekly.

"Don't be too hard on yourself. The 'kiss the ass above and kick the one below' syndrome is pervasive...and very contagious."

"What I still don't get is what the two of you want. You haven't asked for a payoff and if you don't sic the lawyers on me...what's it all about?"

"Ah therein, as they say, lies the rub. For the next two years you must agree to become a real mentor to Gail. Even with the substantial fortune she inherited she wants a career like yours. In return she will use your firm to manage the portfolio she plans to build. Who knows...with your help she may mature into a desirable younger partner."

"And that's it? I agree and all is forgiven and forgotten?"

Before Jan could even nod Gail burst back into the room and dropped onto one of the chairs.

"Hold everything! I heard every word and I'm good with everything said on one condition."

"Which is?" Margaret asked ruefully.

"I'm still need to repay that spanking." Gail's tone was not only serious but carried a hint of lust.

"Look, you two have made your point and I get it...but enough is enough!"

Even though Jan's approach had been deliberately objective, almost removed. Gail wanting to take things even further was triggering something in her, an awareness that her cool domination of the very naked and vulnerable Margaret had in fact aroused her. The imagery of Gail slapping that beautiful bare ass was appealing. She realized that a situation that had so far been interesting had also become very sexy.

"Get up, Margaret. Gail is completely within her rights." Jan said authoritatively. Margaret saw clearly a difference in the look of Jan's eye. She'd been hoping the ordeal was coming to an end. It had not been pleasant but really no worse than having to endure a negotiation where the other party held the trump hand. This turn toward the unknown froze her in place.

"Stand up right now!" Jan demanded sternly. "Or all bets are off and we are back to making a nice pubic mess for you."

With no choice, she stood up in front of Jan and Gail replaced her in the chair with a satisfied smile.

"Now what was it you told me earlier..." Gail teased, "Oh yes, I believe it was 'I want you across my lap like the bad girl you are'.

Before Margaret could muster an argument Gail grabbed her wrist and forcefully yanked her down across her waiting knees. Margaret's naked ass was up and her thighs slightly apart, her pubic lips just visible to Jan. Instead of rage Margaret felt a creeping arousal. She noticed Jan move behind her to watch and felt even more exposed. She teetered between fear and excitement anticipating what was to come. When Gail's hand tested the firmness of her ass flesh with a cross between a caress and a squeeze she got goosebumps.

"I just love all this fine blond peach fuzz on your butt, pet." Gail cooed and then brought her hand down hard on the unprotected ass and Margaret struggled not to scream.

"Oh my," Gail asked mischievously, "did that sting, pet?"

Before Margaret could answer, Gail brought down a second painful swat on her naked buttocks...and then a third...and a fourth. After a sixth swat she was whimpering and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Gail, you should ease up a bit. Make it a little friendlier. You've made her ass is red but from here I can see you've also made her pussy glisten. Just feel between her legs, I'd say she's enjoying her spanking." Jan suggested. 

Jan's comment burned Margaret's ears and when she felt Gail's hand edge in between her thighs, cupping her damp, sensitive nether lips she shivered with both shame and excitement.

"Oh my God, you're right," Gail agreed. "She's soaking wet. She must love this. How many swats have I given her so far? I was having too much fun to count?"

"However many, I think she's had enough." Jan interjected, "You turning her on has turned me on too, baby. And having been the arbitrator in all this I think I'm due my fee. Perhaps the last part of this lesson needs to be taught to her in our bed."

Gail's pout at having her fun interrupted changed to a smile. She had by then wriggled a pair of fingers into Margaret's soaked furrow. She pulled them loose and held them up, shiny and wet, for Jan's inspection. When she made a V sign a thread of Margaret's nectar hung between the digits.




Bad Behaviour Pt. 03



"We certainly can't leave her in this condition," Gail agreed, unceremoniously dumping Margaret off her lap onto the floor.

At their feet and looking up at her two antagonists, the humiliation and embarrassment thrilled Margaret in a way she would never have imagined possible. Compared with the cheap purchased sex she'd been surviving on this was real and intense. The excitement of what they seemed to have in store for her killed off the last shred of any resentment. She was being abused and humiliated and finding herself more thrilled by the moment.