6 comments/ 40807 views/ 2 favorites The Sorority Sisters: Mika No. 01 By: Sassy Susan Introduction: Mika is the newest member of the Sorority, with me only a few days when I gave her these two assignments. She asked if she could combine them into one day's play and I said yes. She has played with exhibitionism before, often. But these earlier events were limited to brief displays, a flash of nudity and retreat, and nothing else. Here she was assigned to engage in lengthly exhibitions and encouraged to let the play develop naturally within her comfort level. As it turned out, she pushed her own envelop and expanded her comfort level. And as you will see in her closing comments, she found that the activity can become intoxicating and take on a life of its own. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Dear Mistress, What an erotic day Tuesday was. It actually turned into a three-part, sensually-filled day that I will fondly remember for a long time to cum :). All thanks go out to you, Mistress. Tuesday morning began at six AM. My husband awakened me with some light kisses on my back and bottom. He had to catch a flight to Boston and obviously wanted some sexual relief before he headed out. I spread my legs for him to explore my aroused pussy with his tongue and fingers. Raising my hips slightly, he pressed two of his fingers inside me while tonguing my arse. It did not take me long for my pussy to become wet from his fingers as I playfully palmed both of my breasts, rolling and pinching each nipple in my fingers. After he added a third finger I raised up on all fours. He instinctively got up behind me and laid his hard cock in the crevice of my butt cheeks. I could feel the head teasing both holes and after several minutes of his back and forth ministrations he plunged his hardness into my pussy. With one hand on my hip and the other on my shoulder he pulled me back hard, pressing his cock fully into me, holding it there to stretch me inside. I could feel his balls against my ass cheeks. When he does this I know that I'm going to receive one heck of a pounding from my husband. His stamina is unbelievable in the morning. As he began moving back and forth I mentioned between my moaning that he was not to cum inside me this time. With this request it was obvious to him that I would be exposing myself at some point in the day. I had realized early on that exposing one's self and dripping your husband's cum during the day does not always work in one's favor in public. Now he knew that today I would be exposing myself in public, and this increased his desire to pleasure us both to an orgasm. I did not cum although several times I could have. When he was near the edge he had me turn around, grabbed a handful of my hair to hold my head still, and released a large amount of cum on my lips, face, tongue, and down my throat. Then he had me suck him clean. We took a shower together, and then he dressed and left for the airport. I proceeded to get ready for my assignment :). I put my hair up in a clip, did my makeup, and slipped on a semi-sheer tan blouse and my black jean skirt. The skirt comes to mid-thigh and has little slits at the seams on the side and zips in the back. The blouse buttons in the front, although I did not button it up past my nipple line. Looking in the mirror it was obvious I was not wearing a bra, and in the light you could see the outline of my breasts and perky nipples. Holding on to the vanity, I knelt down with my arse against my calves. In this position my skirt slid up my thighs and exposed my bare pussy (no panties either, Mistress). My lips were still swollen and spread like a butterfly's wings. They still looked somewhat moist. I went into the walk-in closet and picked out a pair of heeled sandals that show off my calves nicely. I was now ready to head out to have some fun. I drove to Caribou Coffee and purchased a coffee and Danish. I found a perfect table that would allow me to expose myself to various other people in the shop. As I walked to my chosen spot I scanned the room and noticed several men observing me. Some were smiling, maybe with appreciation for my outfit. I wondered if they would be smiling more after I sat down ;)! After several minutes I moved slightly in my chair, spreading my knees apart and leaning over to my left to retrieve my glasses from my purse. If anyone was looking, they were provided a clear view of my pussy and exposed breast. I could definitely feel the beginnings again of the warmth and moisture in my pussy and my nipples hardening. Thanks to my husband, my pussy was still swollen and my inner lips were quite exposed. Leaving my legs slightly apart, I scanned the room while I sipped my coffee and took little bites of my Danish. Several men were looking openly and several others were staring over their papers. From time to time, I would adjust my sitting position which allowed me to open and close my knees in succession. I was now keenly aware that each time I did this others would stop reading and look or continually stare my way. My nipples were hard and poking against my blouse at this point so I decided to turn it up a notch. Sipping my coffee and pretending to read from my book, I slipped my left hand down to gently scratch my inner knee and slowly worked my way up my inner thigh to the hem of my skirt, exposing myself even further. I noticed two men adjusting themselves with their hands so I knew I was having an effect. I even caught the glance of a young woman sitting with two of her female friends. When I made eye contact with her she winked and smiled with a slight nod. I watched as she spoke to her friends and they slowly looked my way to see what I was doing. I smiled at them and went back to my book, pretending to read it. Once again I bent over to my purse, this time to retrieve my pen. I pretended to slightly lose my balance and spread myself far enough that a blind man could see my very moist pussy. While sitting back up I scanned the room and noticed several men staring my way and smiling. I smiled back at them openly. For the next 10 minutes I continually flashed my pussy but didn't look up at anyone. I wanted them to enjoy it without me making contact with their eyes. At this point I could definitely feel my juices flowing, and combined with the effects of my early morning session with my husband, I was now becoming so aroused that I didn't know how much longer I could take it. Not many men had left, although I'm sure some needed to get to work, but they were glued to their seats. As I continued reading I nonchalantly rubbed my chest just above my cleavage, exposing the upper slope of my breast to those close by. Then still reading, I 'absently" slid my hand up to my neck, playfully rubbed my earlobe, and then back down again, slowly rubbing my chest. I paused while I took a sip of my coffee and a bite of my remaining Danish. I lowered my hand just inside my blouse and slowly reached in touch my nipple. It was as hard as an eraser tip. I playfully rubbed it with my index finger while increasing the pressure. I was beginning to shift ever so gently in my seat, gently squeezing my inner thighs while I continued to pretend read and tease my nipple. My arousal was increasing and so was the intensity of the moment. I knew I would orgasm soon if I continued. I desperately wanted to, but backed off. I removed my hand, closed the book and ate the remainder of my Danish. As I took a sip of my coffee I casually scanned the room. I could see that several men were no longer reading; they were just watching me. And the three girls had shifted their seats to get a better view. I did not make eye contact with anyone, just finished my coffee and sat like a proper lady. Then I stretched my arms just at shoulder level to give everyone a clear view of my breasts and aroused nipples. As I slid the chair back to go I turned my left leg out enough for everyone watching to see one last shot of my pussy. I held this position while I put my glasses and pen back in my purse, then stood and walked to the waste disposal with my used plate and cup. Several men said hi and the girls were grinning at me. I then went back to the table to get my purse and walked back to the ladies room. While I was freshening up and checking my makeup, one of the girls came in. With a warm hello she introduced herself as Tracy -- a very pretty blonde with a pleasant smile. She asked if I was a regular since she was new to the area to attend grad school. I told her I visited once in a while when time permitted. Tracy then smiled and said how turned on she was from watching me expose myself. She asked if I did this often, and I said when I had free time and an urge I would tempt fate and go out and expose myself. She then asked if I had gotten off, indicating that she saw me rubbing my nipple and squeezing my thighs together. I was caught off guard by her question, but I told her I had not. She moved closer, looked me in the eyes and asked if I would like to. I asked if she meant here and she said yes. Tracy then moved to the door and locked the knob. I was leaning against the sink as she knelt in front of me, raised my skirt to my hips, and brought her lips to my pussy. She began by kissing my inner thighs and lightly running her tongue up along my sensitive lips. I lowered both of my hands to my pussy, pulling upward on either side to expose my wet slit and aroused clit for her tongue. She made a deliberate point of licking all of my pussy except my clit. She was teasing me unbearably. Finally, I could not stand it any more and grabbed her head and forced her face into my cunt. I was moaning as she flicked her tongue quickly against my clit. I told Tracy to not keep going, released my hold on her head, and began to twist and pull my swollen nipples. It wasn't long before I was ready to cum. Tracy's hands firmly grabbed the back of my thighs and her sucking mouth took me over the edge. I looked down into her eyes as my orgasm peaked, pinching each nipple, trying to not collapse upon her, as my juices flowed onto her tongue. As I was coming down she smiled up at me with her eyes and lapped my juices, all the while rubbing my butt. There was a knock on the door that startled us, so we separated and fixed ourselves while laughing. As we stood at the sink, I leaned into her and gave her a kiss and an offer to return the favor sometime soon. Tracy offered that she was in the coffee shop on Tuesdays and Thursdays in the morning. I guess I will be returning next week on a Tuesday or Thursday. As I exited, I found that it was an employee who was standing at the door. We smiled and I proceeded to the front door. Several of the men who had been watching me were still there. Some smiled and one mouthed a 'thank you' as I left. I went to my office to make some calls and speak with my boss. He seemed to enjoy my outfit but knows me well enough to know that I dress provocatively from time to time. Later in the day I drove to a special supermarket to carry out the second part of my assignment. I wore the same outfit; it seemed to work well at the coffee shop and I thought it was perfect for this second exhibition expedition. It was around three PM when I entered Wegmann's grocery store. If you are not familiar with this store they have just about everything. Coffee shop, lunch and dinner buffets, groceries and all the essentials you could need. Pretty much a one-stop shop. I grabbed a cart to pick up few items. First stop was the produce section. Several male employees were stocking the goodies so I proceeded to the items close to them. Each one was aware of my presence and because I had dark sunglasses on I could watch them watching me without them knowing. As I was feeling the melons I asked one of the employees how fresh these were. As we picked through several melons I purposely bent forward to reach for each one while exposing my uncovered breast to him. He did not shy away from looking either. As we talked I noticed that another employee had moved to a counter behind me to stock several boxes of lettuce. Again, I purposely bent forward exposing my arse to his benefit. I'm sure he could see the lower portion of my butt and just a little of my pussy. I then moved to the apples and then on to the bananas. I was playfully checking out each bushel, feeling its firmness and looking for any bruising. There were no green bananas so I asked the employee who was stocking the lettuce how fresh these were. He came right over and proceeded to find me the perfect ones. As he looked I reached into the cart to get something from my purse, again exposing my breasts for his eyes. My nipples were so hard again that you could not miss seeing them pressed against my blouse while I stood. He proceeded to hand me his choice of bananas and I snapped the biggest one from the bunch. I used my fingers to feel the banana and encircled it with my hand around the base, bringing it up to the top as he watched me. As I stroked it I told him that he had made the perfect selection, that this was just the right feel and size. That shocked him but I looked at him as he put the remaining selection in my basket and said that I prefer bigger to smaller bananas. Touching his arm I thanked him for his assistance and wished him a good day. As I left the produce section, I walked over to the seafood section to pick up some scallops. Leaning over to looked at each product, I gave the male clerk an eyeful. He tried to sell me just about every seafood item he had just to see more of my breasts. I almost laughed out loud he was so cute. I needed deli meats but this time the person was a black female clerk standing behind the counter. I was looking in the case, kneeling this time, when she bent down and opened up the door awaiting my decision. Her eyes met mine and they trailed down to my chest and then to my separated legs, providing her an ample view of my pussy -- which of course was still aroused and full. She completed my orders, winked and wished me a fabulous day. I returned the sentiments. As I was cruising the aisles I decided I would make use of your suggestion to be more forward when speaking to another person. I was pushing my cart down the aisle looking at sauces to go with the scallops, for a special meal I make for my husband. As I was standing there looking at the various offerings an attractive male came around the corner with his cart. He stopped next to my cart and excused himself to grab several jars of an Italian sauce that I had not heard of before. I turned to him and asked if he had a minute. He smiled while staring at my tits and asked how he could be of help. I told him I had a "fetish" (when I said that he perked up) for scallops and a red sauce but wanted to "experiment" and try something new. I told him I was "very" adventurous when it came to cooking, especially for a man. He put his jars in his cart while I pulled my shoulders back to provide a better view of my protruding nipples and breasts. This young man was about 27-28, dark hair with green eyes and stood about 6' 2" -- my husband's height. He had on dress pants and a golf shirt which showed off his athletic build perfectly. Every word he spoke came from a set of lips you could nibble on all day. What is your name I asked as he turned around. "Mark," he said. I introduced myself at which point he began talking about the various sauces he had tried and the ones he preferred for various types of cooking. I still had on my sunglasses so it was easy for me to watch his eyes glancing all over my body. As I pushed my cart to one side, I knelt down, separating my legs, reaching for a sauce on the bottom shelf. While I stayed in that position, he knelt next to me. As he reached for the jar I was holding, slightly touching my hand, I turned to my left so Mark and I were pretty much facing each other. Mark started to say something, stopped, looked and smiled. Bingo! He was now aware not only that I was braless but panty-less as well. Without holding back I lifted my sunglasses and asked if he liked what he saw. With a lowered voice full of confidence, Mark, said yes, he was indeed enjoying both views and wanted to see more. He said, "Separate your legs more for me." I did and with a smile from ear to ear he licked his lips while I flexed my hips which caused my pussy lips to move somewhat. I noticed he had a pronounced bulge in his pants and as I stood up, Mark stood up. Standing inches from each other, Mark held the jar in his right hand. I took his left hand and brought it up to my right breast. He held it there while gently rubbing my nipple with his thumb. I swear it caused shivers down my spine to be in a very public place with another man's hand on my breast. I leaned into him, putting my hand down on the front of his pants and feeling the outline of his hard cock. I asked if he was a regular at Wegmann's and he said yes. (I took that question from the girl at the coffee shop, lol.) I asked if he would like to take his left hand and cup my pussy before I left. As Mark continued holding the jar with his right hand, he slipped his left hand up my skirt and palmed my exposed heated lips and mound. He then took his middle finger and pressed against the lips, separating them, and inserting it gently but not all the way. I raised my hands to his shoulders and whispered into his ear to insert two fingers. I held his shoulders while he did this and enjoyed the feeling of being both exposed and penetrated in public. Mark was enjoying the feel of my pussy when I stepped away and said we should leave before management showed up. We checked out together and Mark walked me to my car. He gave me his number and offered to buy me lunch or a drink sometime. I kissed his cheek and said I would think about it. Mistress Susan: assignment accepted; assignment completed. You have no idea how good I felt all day Tuesday. I never, never would have expected this to have happened at this level but I really, really enjoy it. Once you get past the nervousness and know you are in control of your destiny, the experience becomes such a high that you have difficulty ending it. Well, maybe you do know, but I learned something new this day. Thank you Mistress. I look forward to another assignment from you. Hugs & kisses, Mika * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Postscript: Please note that this is not fiction. This is a true account of a Mika's activity in carrying out an assignment given to her by the woman to whom she has given some control of her sex life: her cyber mistress, Mistress Susan. I encourage readers to offer their own suggestions about what assignments might be appropriate for Mika or her sisters in the Sorority. I cannot guarantee that suggestions will be accepted, but if they fit the needs of a sister and are used in her development, you will be offered a chance to be publicly recognized for your contribution. You will also have the satisfaction of seeing a woman carry out your wishes for your enjoyment.. Susan The Sorority Sisters: Mika No. 02 THE SORORITY SISTERS. Mika No.2 -- Her tryst with Mark, Part One. Introduction: During her first assignment for me Mika met Mark, among others. She had some intimate moments, which she recalls at the beginning of this report. She became quite interested in him and decided to go for more. Although she and her husband, CJ, have a fairly relaxed marriage, including a few threesomes with one other man, she had not had a one-on-one sexual relationship with another man. This adventure with Mark broke new ground. She has introduced me to CJ and he and I have chatted privately. He has agreed to partner with me in controlling Mika, and we have begun to plan a special event for her with Tracy, another person she met during that first exhibitionist assignment. Both she and CJ have enjoyed Tracy one-on-one. Now I want them to share this nice bisexual woman in a first for them: a threesome with two women. This report of Mika's tryst with Mark comes in two parts. This is the first part, to be followed shortly by Part Two. I hope you enjoy this lusty, risk taking lady as much as I have been. Here is Mika in her own words in a letter to me. Susan ***************************** Mistress Susan, Oh, the web I feel I'm weaving, Mistress. Can I just tell you that since my visit to Wegmann's – only a week ago mind you -- I have thought about the meeting with Mark, challenging myself to be much bolder while flashing him and others, and the wonderful and lingering pleasure I derived from it and especially with Mark. I have to be completely honest with you Mistress. I have pleasured myself several times remembering how Mark's hand felt on my breast pinching my nipples, and how his two thick fingers felt brushing lightly over my bush, putting slight pressure against my moist and engorged nubbin and separating my damp lips. Not that he was any better that day than my husband or other men we have played with. It was just the whole ordeal of being challenged by you Mistress, and just so happening to find not one but two men to be so playful. A truly memorable day I would say. But with Mark, I could not put my finger on it (pardon the pun) until yesterday. It was mid-afternoon and after two wonderful, self induced orgasms I got up and went to my desk and retrieved Mark's number. As I was lying on the bed, dialing his number and waiting for him to answer, I gingerly played with my pussy using my index finger. I rubbed my clit in tight but quick circles. On the fourth ring he answered. I quickly -- and somewhat short of breath -- told Mark that it was me, Mika. He seemed pleasantly surprised and asked if I was at work. I told him no, that I was at home, alone, lying on my bed stark naked, enjoying the pleasures of my toys and thinking of him. (Bold enough Mistress?) There was a slight pause and with a special tone in his voice, he thanked me for being so honest and forth cumming :-). He even asked how he could be of help! I told Mark that if he did not have any plans for the evening he should meet me at the mall closest to both of us at 6:30 p.m. sharp -- at Victoria's Secret. I told him that I needed to purchase some new lingerie, for both casual wear and for showing off. I also mentioned that my husband was out of town till Friday, so I would like his personal opinion. He said he would be there, but only on one condition: I had to agree to have dinner and drinks with him afterward. He also asked if I had a short wrap-around type dress in my wardrobe. I said I did, that it was baby blue, and had a low cut front which prevented me from wearing a bra. He told me to wear that along with heeled sandals. Panties were optional. I told him that was two conditions. Mark chuckled and hung up the phone. To say I didn't have a third orgasm would be a lie. I laid there naked and fucked myself with my g-spot vibrator until I came so hard I actually squirted, which is rare for me unless I'm REALLY horny. I showered, got dressed, and headed for the mall. At six, I spotted Mark walking toward me with a sexy grin from ear to ear. We hugged warmly, offering brief comments of how nice it was to see each other again. We entered the store and began browsing the tables and racks for our personal choices. It was exciting to have Mark by my side to see his likes and dislikes. So far, we seemed to be on the same page. That is, with the design, material (or lack thereof) and color choices. I had noticed before Mark arrived that my favorite salesgirl was in the back helping another customer. I say she is my favorite because over the past six months we have become very close and friendly during my shopping trips. We have not been intimate so far but we can sure tease the heck out of each other and leave each other horny. So get this: she knows my husband because she has helped him with ideas for purchases for me and intimate female friends. So she would instantly know that Mark was NOT my husband. But Mark did not know any of this. After Mark and I picked out several items that might look good on me, I asked him to go with me to the back and give me his opinion. He quickly said he would join me in the back but felt he should not provide opinions because my husband should do that. I looked at him sideways, smiled, and said that was the reason he was here. And I added that there was no need to be a complete gentleman tonight. He smiled that Cheshire grin again and said he'd be delighted to meet my needs. My favorite salesgirl came over and gave me a hug and asked if I needed any help. I said no and introduced her to Mark. She shook his hand and then looked over at me, giving me the OK wink to have fun. I decided not to push his buttons too much in the beginning at Victoria Secrets. He did get to see me in each garment or outfit. I could tell that Mark was enjoying this opportunity to see me almost completely naked by the bulge in his pants. When I called him back the sixth time he didn't realize that we had only picked out five outfits. I left the door unlocked and when he announced that he was just outside, I asked him to come in. Mark opened the door slowly and stepped just inside. He saw me leaning against the mirror, now completely naked. I was fingering myself with one hand and palming my breast with the other. He stood there somewhat shocked, seemingly paralyzed. Then he smiled his magnificent smile. I took my finger from my pussy and inserted it in my mouth, tasting my juices. I was so horny having him there with me. He watched as I pushed my finger back up into my pussy, up to the second knuckle. This time when I took out my wet digit, I brought it to his lips, holding it just under his nose. As he closed his eyes I pressed the tip of my finger to his lips and waited for them to part, pushing past and gliding along his tongue to almost the back of his mouth. As Mark sucked, obviously relishing the aroma and taste of my arousal, I whispered into his ear that we should stop to buy some wine and takeout and go back to his place. With my finger in his mouth he just looked down at me and nodded in agreement. We quickly purchased the items we had picked out and headed for his car. I left mine behind at the mall. We stopped at Wegmann's (go figure) and made our way to the wine section. As we stood looking at the various wines, Mark put his arm around my waist, pulled me into him, and kissed me on the lips. God the man can kiss. As he flicked his tongue across my lips I reached up and wrapped my arm around his neck. His free hand palmed my breast which quickly made my nipple even harder. As we stood there kissing, with me becoming even more highly aroused, several people walked past us, looking back with interest. I loved it. Between kisses I told Mark to slip his hand inside the front of my dress and feel how wet my pussy was. I had on a sheer thong but that did not prevent him from feeling the heat of my aroused pussy, how swollen my lips were, and the wet spot that I knew was evident to him. Using one finger to slide the material aside, Mark slipped another into my steaming core, causing my knees to buckle. Good thing we were holding each other. He then added a second finger, stroking both deeply in and out of my pussy several times. We were standing there, right out in the middle of the wine section aisle, and Mark was finger fucking me! God how hot I felt. I held on while nuzzling his neck and told him that I was about to climax. He looked into my eyes, kissed me again, and said to go ahead. With that, I just held on tight and let go. As he stared into my eyes I came. It was a wonderful orgasm, and but for his grip on me, I would have dropped to my knees. He said later that my eyes closed tight, my face scrunched up as though I was in pain, and I just sort of grunted. I'm surprised I didn't yell. And I did not squirt this time, thank God. But what a rush it was for me to experience an absolutely breathtaking orgasm, with a man I barely knew, right out in the middle of a major supermarket. Mark had removed his hand from under my dress and was licking his fingers as I came down from the mountaintop. We just stood there holding each other as several more customers passed by, glancing at us surreptitiously. I wondered what they had seen and what they were thinking. That gave me goose bumps. We kissed again and grabbed two bottles of red wine. Back in the car, I untied the sash of my dress and opened it completely, baring my naked breasts. I pulled off my wet thong and hung it on his rear view mirror. He just laughed and shook his head. But he didn't miss the chance to ogle my nakedness, and that made me warm all over. Mark's car is a Jaguar and sits lower than most cars. It's not a convertible, and I don't know if I am pleased or disappointed. As it was, people walking by only have to look down to see into the interior. As we drove though Wegmann's parking lot and out onto the street, several people walking by got a clear view of my disheveled nakedness. I just smiled and enjoyed their expressions as they realized what they were seeing. Obviously I was feeling very naughty, huh? Are you proud of me, Mistress? I am. Mark and I agreed we were in the mood for pizza. We stopped at a little Italian sub and pizza joint. Mark got out as I sat there reveling in my partial nudity, caressing my bare breasts, stomach, and thighs. He said he would not be long and that I should behave. Sure. NOT! While he was in the restaurant I continued to pleasure myself, taking myself to the edge but not allowing myself to cum. I was saving that for Mark back at his place. No one came by to watch, darn it. As Mark got back in the car, I leaned over and placed my wet fingers against his mouth, letting him know how naughty I had been. I wanted to tease this man desperately and did so by running my tongue along his ear and sucking on his earlobe. Hearing his low moans, I slipped my hand down to his crotch, squeezing his right thigh and slowly gliding my hand along his now hard cock. Mark is average in length, as I mentioned to you, but much thicker than my husband or previous lovers. I was looking forward to feeling this hot hardness inside me, so I teased and tortured him all the way to his place. Soon we pulled into a gated high-rise community of condominiums. We had to pass through a manned guard station to get in. I decided to just sit tight, my dress open and clearly showing my naked front. I grabbed Mark's hand and placed it on my thigh, and asked him to drive slowly by the black, uniformed guard who was standing outside the enclosure. I was completely thrown off when Mark stopped the car to speak to the guard. He said he wanted to tell him about a planned poker game the following weekend, and wanted to know how he could secure several temporary parking permits for his guests. I started to pull my dress closed, but Mark told me to drop my hands to the side, which I did. He reopened my dress fully exposing my breasts and pussy to the guard. I looked down to see that my nipples were totally erect and my lips were again fully engorged and protruding noticeably. Both men had a clear view. I must have been scarlet with embarrassment as I sat there naked while two fully dressed men discussed parking permits. Mark, being the gentleman that he is, introduced me to Anthony before continuing their discussion. After saying hello, I just sat there, mortified and trembling with arousal. I had never been in such a situation before: sitting naked and totally exposed in front of a stranger while two dressed men held a normal conversation. As the conversation came to an end, I looked up to see Anthony staring me and listening to Mark at the same time. Mark offered Anthony a closer view of me and told him to walk to the passenger side of the car. Mark rolled my window down as Anthony walked around the car. I looked over at Mark with a look of, "Are you insane?" He just smiled and leaned over to kiss me on the lips. Then Anthony was standing next to my door ogling me intently as Mark chatted about how nice I looked. He asked Anthony if he thought I was "tight." Anthony responded with a definite, "Yes," while putting his hands on the top of the door and leaning in to get a true close up view of me. Mark flicked on the overhead light and reached over to pinch my extended nipples. He asked me (actually he told me) to spread my legs farther apart to give Anthony a better look at my very moist pussy. Being eye level with Anthony's crotch, I could clearly see that he was aroused. Mark could see what I saw, but fortunately -- or unfortunately -- Mark had other ideas. He told Anthony that if he could get off (pardon the pun) from work the night of the poker game he was more than welcome to attend. We pulled away with Mark's finger rubbing my cunt, and headed toward the parking garage. The wetness his finger found had to confirm for Mark how exciting this weird encounter had been for me. When we pulled into Mark's reserved space he leaned over to kiss me again. He spoke softly, telling me how thankful he was that I had chosen him in Wegmann's as a target for my exhibitionism. He was especially pleased that I had called him that afternoon. We kissed some more and realized that the pizza was probably cold by now. We laughed it off as a price paid for being so naughty in public. He helped me climb out of the low slung car, a pleasant surprise since most men no longer do that for a woman. As he lifted the pizza and wine from the back seat, I started to pull my dress together to tie it closed. Mark stopped me with a look and told me he would prefer me to leave it open as we walked through the underground garage to the elevators. As we stood waiting for the next elevator to descend to our level, I asked Mark what he thought of my naughty behavior and willingness to be so open in public. He said that he had never met anyone so carefree and sexually stimulating as me, but that he had read or heard about women, and men, who enjoyed showing off and teasing in public. The elevator dinged its arrival and Mark and I readied to enter. But we had to hesitate because a young woman was coming out. I stood there with a bottle of wine in each hand, my dress open enough to show the right half of my body naked from throat to toes: my breast with its hard nipple, and farther down the trimmed hair of my pussy, my hip, and my whole leg. Startled by my semi-nudity, she stopped in the doorway staring at me. Mark grabbed the door before it slammed back into her. It was quite obvious to me, by the way she looked and behaved, that she had enjoyed some sexual activity herself. She took two steps forward and while looking me in the eye said something about how it looked like I kept myself in shape. Then, while we were still gathering out wits she wished us a great night and walked past us. Mark said thanks and we stepped into the elevator. I smiled at Mark, and with a slight laugh, set the wine bottles down. Standing back up, I shrugged the dress off my shoulders and let it fall, puddling at my feet. After letting him drink in my total nakedness, I picked it up and laid it over his arm. I knelt to retrieve the bottles and stood there wearing only heels as the elevator continued its ascent to his floor. I was disappointed that we completed the trip without a stop. I think I had gotten to that place where you begin to crave more exposure, more naked displays. Mark led me down the hallway to his door. Again no one stepped out, darn it. Inside, we placed the food and wine in the kitchen. He opened a bottle and poured us each a glass of wine. Then we each grabbed a slice of pizza and Mark led me out onto the terrace to see the city below. Susan, I hope you can picture me holding a glass of wine in one hand and a slice of pizza in the other, stark naked, standing on an 11th floor terrace for all to see. Mark, well, he was still dressed and eating his pizza while enjoying the "views." I actually liked the fact he was still dressed and I was naked. It seemed to emphasize my nudity, and it made me feel that at that particular moment it was all about me and my desires. I was his focal point, his property, his sex toy. We finished our wine and pizza. Mark excused himself, leaving me alone on the terrace to enjoy the quiet moment while he refilled our glasses. From what I could see, most of his neighbors were either out or watching me in the dark, lol. As I leaned against the railing the coldness of the metal caused my nipples to perk up again. With my arms resting on the railing and crisscrossed, I playfully began to pinch, pull, and twist my nipples, closing my eyes and thinking of what had transpired tonight. The thought of you Mistress had crossed my mind.....wondering what you might say if you knew how I had taken your suggestion to be more forward (calling Mark to meet) and knowing that I was with him and naked in his home. Because I was transfixed in my own little world at the time I did not hear Mark come back with our refills. He had quietly come up behind me, leaned over without touching me, and then he kissed my ear as I had done to him in the car. Somewhat startled, I released my nipples and stood erect. And speaking of erections, I could immediately feel his pressed into my back. Turning to face him, I found him naked, his cock poking my belly, as though searching for my navel. I took his face in my hands and kissed him. When the kiss ended he handed me my wine, smiling that gorgeous smile at me. I looked into his eyes and lifted my hand again to caress his cheek. I let my fingers lightly stray from his cheek down his neck to his muscular shoulder. My eyes tracked the path of my fingers. I let my index finger trail a path down his smooth chest and around each pec, circling his nipples but not touching them. His beautiful smile told me to keep going so I did. I simply took my four fingers, using the nails, to lightly scratch their way toward his navel, finally catching a glimpse of his very erect cock pointing upward. It was about 6" long, maybe, and unusually thick (3 fingers wide), tipped with a superb mushroom cap. I handed him my glass, knowing I would need both hands to accompany my mouth. I knelt before him, a naked woman with a naked man, out in the open on his terrace. I felt that the heat from my body must be sending ripples of distortion through the air around me. I was ready to worship this lovely man's erection. I began by kissing the wet tip of his cock as my hands reached around and palmed his firm, round butt cheeks. I then ran my tongue the length of the underside of his cock to his balls and back up again. I wanted Mark to know that every inch of his cock would be receiving the pleasure and wetness of my tongue to start. I could feel the heat in my moist pussy radiate as I continued licking Mark's hardness. I heard him moan each time I sucked his hanging balls, taking them into my mouth while squeezing his tush with my hands. After licking all around his shaft and getting it nice and wet with saliva, I took the head between my lips and sucked as much into my mouth as possible. The Sorority Sisters: Mika No. 02 Pt. 02 Mika No.2 Part Two-- Her tryst with Mark, the next morning. Introduction: At the end of Part One, Mika left us hanging: what would she do? Stay or go home? She answers that question here and treats us to more of her sensuality and sexuality. She is also struggling with a new dimension to her marriage. This has been her first foray into sex with a man without her husband present. It is my fault, of course. I made her go to Mark and follow through on the teasing relationship that started with her first assignment, her exhibition at Wegmann's supermarket. As a result of that excursion she has had a sexual relationship with a woman, Tracy – who has also slept with her husband CJ while she was out of town – and now with a man. Mika seems to be opening a door into a new stage of her life. I am anxious to see her find what she wants and needs. Susan * * * * * Dear Mistress, Ok, if you really want to know (because I really want to tell you), I wasn't sure if you might put my evening with Mark on Literotica, so in case you planned to, I wanted to keep the readers hanging. When I said, "By opening the floodgates," at the end of that account, I meant that all my desires as a woman, the feelings of being a sexually stimulating and desirable woman, and having those feelings pulled deep from within me by a man I had just met, were very erotic and obviously a powerful feeling for me. And they were new, along with everything else you had created for me. And although I loved the new feelings, I needed to be somewhat cautious. And although I was wary of those feelings, I hungered for more. Like I said, CJ knows me inside and out and has never had a problem with creating an environment that keeps me teetering on the brink of exploring my sexuality. Over the years I have been pleasured several times by my husband with another man at the same time, but I had never taken another man alone. So being with Mark, letting him fuck me and cum in my cunt – this was a first. It wouldn't have happened, I think, without your push. Thank you. So, having met Mark as I did, getting to know him more intimately, and learning how he could pleasure me to my core, I was happy to give myself to him. And this left me with wanting more. Not necessarily from him (ok, yes) but from the possibilities of further exploration within the surroundings of this fetish of mine. I ended up spending the night with Mark. Only you know for now. My closest girlfriend, who I spent time with at the cabin does not know yet. Mark's tongue got me hot again and his ability to stimulate me again after what we had just shared was enough to keep me from leaving. This man knows how to eat pussy. I did not think I had it in me, but I shocked myself when I climaxed, squirting another orgasm for Mark to enjoy. Which he did. He had told me right before he got me going again that I was the first woman he had been with that came like I did. Anyway, we ended up showering together in his expansive shower that could hold 8-10 people. I ended up kneeling in the shower and sucking his cock to another smaller orgasm. This time he directed his load all over my face. He then had me stand, and licked his cum off of my face. He licked me, then kissed me, and then licked some more. He took his time as the warm water cascaded around us, feeding me his own cum on his tongue. It was incredibly erotic. No man has ever done that to me. When we got out of the shower, we dried off and climbed into his bed. He had me lie on my stomach and then straddled me, beginning to massage my neck, then shoulders, back and butt, finishing with my legs and feet. We kissed each other, spooned and drifted off to sleep. I awoke the next morning with my head on Mark's chest. At first I thought I was home with CJ but realized that this chest was smooth with defined pecs. The sheets were off both of us and seeing his semi erect cock was enough incentive for me to begin kissing his chest and stroking him, seeing how long it would take before he awoke. I was still moist from the night before, so after eliciting several moans from Mark, I climbed on top of him and pressed the head of this near stranger's cock to the opening of my very ready cunt. In one steady motion I pressed my butt down to his hips and buried his cock deep inside me. Oh God, how good it felt. I held this position as I began to kiss his chest and playfully tease his nipples. Soon he was fully awake, and with both his hands holding my hips, he pressed his hips against me to push his penis deeper into my belly. He suggested I ride him for my pleasure and I did. While Mark intuitively teased each nipple, I came twice that morning while riding and grinding on top of him. It is hard to explain, but the sizably shaped head of his penis stimulated me in a way that caused me to expand and contract the walls of my pussy more than usual. As I sat there on top of him, enjoying the conclusion of my second orgasm, Mark rolled me over, holding himself deep inside me, and kissed me long and deep with his tongue. I was looking into his smiling eyes and without saying a word he slowly moved his pelvis against my pussy, stroking his fat cock in and out of me. We continued to kiss as I held his ass and he fucked me, his movements giving me constant pleasure. I enjoyed this man's willingness to be gentle yet forceful in each movement. It was when I felt the slight swelling of his cock and the look on his face that I knew he was going to cum, and cum inside me. When Mark whispered into my ear he was going to cum I did my best to flex my pussy around his cock so his orgasm would be most pleasurable. Based on his moaning I guessed that he was enjoying the feeling I was providing. And then he came. With a loud moan he went rigid, buried deep within me, and flooded my belly with his sperm. I could feel his cock pumping his ejaculate into me -- one, two, three and then a small series of lesser squirts. He slumped onto my damp body, breathing deeply. We lay there for long minutes, still coupled, just enjoying each other until his shrinking cock slipped out of me. I could feel his cum oozing out behind it, a sexy sensation. And then we got dressed so that Mark could take me back to my car. I didn't clean my pussy; I wanted to enjoy the illicit feel of this sexy man's cum leaking out of me and wetting my thighs. He said he would call me today, just to touch base. I don't plan on seeing him anytime soon, unless you have something in mind for us, Susan. I think I need some time to digest this wonderful but unique experience. This was a big step for me, my first time with a man alone since my marriage to CJ. I know he would want this for me, that he will enjoy hearing about it when I finally tell him, but I want to savor it by myself for a while. I hope you don't think of me as some walking slut that gives it up to every man. That is not the case at all. In my mind, it was one of those unique moments that many people don't ever have the pleasure of enjoying. Any other man would have gotten dinner and that would have been it. Mark is maybe the exception of all exceptions. And then again, with you now in my life, maybe not. I do know that my feelings are no different now than before about CJ. Ours is true love if there ever was one: emotional, physical, unconditional. With Mark it is purely the pleasure of having good sex. I hope you understand this and that it all makes sense. Time for me to get some sleep. Mika * * * * * Post Note: Mika is breaking new ground and sharing some very private moments with us. Please take a moment and let her know you appreciate it. Leave a note for her on the Comments section, or send a message to her via the email to authors system. I will pass on to her any message you send to me. And I would love to get your ideas about what I might push my girls to do in the future. Don't be bashful. Susan James The Sorority Sisters: Mika No. 02 I can honestly say that this was a different challenge for me. I have never had a problem with a gag reflex so taking a man's cock deep into the back of my throat is no problem for me. However, stretching my mouth to accommodate the thickness of Mark's erection was new for me. I'm guessing he sensed this, for he had me stand, took me by the hand and led me back to his bedroom. There he assisted me up onto a raised four poster mahogany bed that had the softest mattress I have ever laid on. My body just melted into. He lay down in the middle with his head on a pillow and suggested we sixty-nine for a while. Being in his bed was much more comfortable and allowed me to please his cock with my mouth and tongue more easily. I guess he liked my technique because the man was oozing pre cum steadily into my mouth. Or maybe he just had not had a blow job in a long time. Tee hee. Feeling his lips and tongue pressing against my pussy was incredible. My pussy was extremely sensitive from all the earlier foreplay. Not only can Mark tease the lips of my mouth but as he began to explore the nether region I realized his tongue was much bigger than I had originally felt while kissing him. He really knows when and how to please a woman with what I felt was a smaller version of his cock. Mouthing over me, pulling each lip, nibbling my clit with his teeth and lips while flicking his tongue lightly then somewhat roughly over and around my nub, it was becoming more difficult to pleasure him at the same time. I was moaning so much with his cock in my mouth that he laughingly commented that my mouth felt like a vibrating pussy. When Mark began to alternate tongue-thrashing my ass and my pussy, I could not stand it anymore. I needed release from this young man and he seemed to want me to have it. I rose up and leaned back enough to let me ride his mouth and concentrate on his talented tongue. I felt like I was on a roller coaster ride and the ride was coming to an explosive end -- a very explosive and drenching end. After edging or cresting (as some would call it) more times than I could keep track of, I begged Mark to allow me to cum and to expect a very wet orgasm. I leaned forward and gripped his hard cock with both hands, my forearms braced on his hip bones. My legs had begun to shake, and I was moaning and grunting (can you believe it?) as I peaked and climaxed to a very explosive orgasm. As I came, I lost track of what was happening for long moments, as though I was on the verge of passing out. But I still had a good grip on his cock. As my belly clenched with my orgasm, I felt myself flooding Mark's face and mouth with squirt after squirt of cunt fluid. I opened my mouth and plunged down on his cock. This time I was able to take him deep into my throat, touching his sac with my nose. I don't know what happened but my mouth and throat seemed to accept his fat cock more easily, and I began fucking his cock with my mouth and throat, easing off and back down again. And again. I felt his sac tighten and his knees rise up off the mattress, and I knew he was close. Maybe his deep moaning into my pussy was another clue. I continued to stroke his cock with my hands and salivating mouth. It was when he grabbed my wrists and pulled them back up over my butt that I knew he was ready to explode. I had no choice in this position: face down on his cock, breasts squashed on his belly, his cock buried in my throat. I had to accept all that he had to give and hopefully not choke or gag while swallowing. And I wanted his gift. His first release hit the back of my throat and I swallowed it the best I could. On the second and third release Mark raised his hips and moaned loudly into my inner thigh. He unleashed a torrent of cum down my throat. If the volume of pre-cum is any indicator then in Mark's case I should have been prepared for the volume I was receiving. No lie, Mistress, the guy shot at least ten times into my mouth. Not only that, but he actually tasted the best I have had in a long time. With his semi hard cock still in my mouth, Mark let go of my arms so I could lift myself. That let me clean any remnants of his orgasm with my mouth and tongue. As I did this and with me still lying on top of him, he massaged my butt with those strong hands of his, alternating to my back and thighs. I got up and off Mark to get my wine glass from the nightstand. I climbed back on the bed without spilling a drop. I took a sip and leaned into him to release the wine into his mouth. As he swallowed, I began to kiss him around his mouth and chin and down his neck, tasting my own cum in the process. I took several more sips, providing him a taste then me a taste while I sat gently just below his stomach, knees on either side, with my butt crack pressed against the head of his cock. Reaching to set the glass on the nightstand, Mark leaned into my right breast and sucked the nipple into his mouth. I saw that the clock read 12:30 in the morning. I told Mark that I should be going and he proceeded to squeeze my breasts and alternate between both with his wicked tongue and hot mouth. I soooo wanted to stay and go another round with this young man but thought we should continue this another time. As I attempted to get Mark to hear me again about my need to leave, he suddenly sat up and rolled to his right so that he was on top of me. He had me on my back with his body between my thighs and my arms raised above my head. He continued to explore my breasts with his tongue, teeth, and mouth. I was already aroused but became more so because of how sensitive my breasts and nipples are, especially after orgasm. The wind can blow on them and I begin to get aroused. Mark was now holding both my wrists with one hand (not like I was really struggling to get loose) and it felt so erotic to be held firmly like this. I was whimpering and moaning as he bit my nipples making me not want to leave. I really did not want Mark to penetrate me this night. I wanted to pace our second time together but in all honesty he was making it so hard (again, pardon the pun) to resist not having him fuck me. My mind was racing with the thoughts and events of the evening, my wonderful and satiating climax, and how his talented tongue made me feel. Sort of like the pre-cum/climax factoring.......if his cock was as good as his tongue I was in serious trouble. Mark continued to hold my wrists in place above my head and alternated his mouth over both breasts, but while doing so he used his free hand to stroke his very hard cock against my pussy lips and clit. With just the slightest of penetration, I could feel the tip spreading my lips apart and his bulbous head pressing against the opening as he moved it back and forth, stopping to find the opening but not going any farther. Was Mark like this with every female or did he all of a sudden get creative over night. I doubt it was the latter. What do you think?! Mark finally released the nipple he was tormenting, and looking into my eyes, asked if I still wanted to leave. I told him I should, but if he kissed me like he had done earlier I might have to reconsider. He slowly leaned towards my face, taking each of my wrists into his hands and holding them in place above my head. Pressing his lips to mine he began to gently bite the top lip and then the lower one. While doing this, he slid forward with his hips, laying the shaft of his cock in the very moist cleft of my pussy. He continued to suck, nibble, and lick my lips, taking my tongue into his mouth and sucking it like you would suck another man's cock. A talent worth discussing at another time. I slowly raised and lowered my knees to my chest, which brought my hips up and down, causing my pussy to stroke the underside of his erection. He stopped kissing my lips and moved to my jaw line, cheeks and forehead, then to my ears. I could tell he was just as excited as I was. While he was licking my earlobe I whispered that I wanted him to put the head of his cock just inside my pussy. Pressing against my aroused opening, he popped the head inside and let it sit there like a cork. I moaned into his ear and told him how good it felt to feel his head just inside my pussy, and how I wanted to feel his thick cock pressing farther inside of me, an inch at a time. I asked him to kiss me as he did this and to not stop until he was pressed against my pelvis, so I could feel his balls resting against my ass. His lips met mine and we began a combination of French kissing and moaning, while he slowly, inexorably pressed his cock deep into my belly. When our pelvic bones met he stopped and held it there. He wasn't long enough to hit bottom which was ok with me, but his thickness made up for that. The walls of my cunt were stretched so much that he was gripped tightly by my vaginal tunnel. As we continued to kiss he began a slow hip movement that gave me an instantaneous mini-orgasm and the lubrication to go along with it. This seemed to give him what he needed to now take control like he wanted to. He released my arms and hooked his under my knees. He pressed my legs back against my chest and began to fuck me deeply and slowly, pleasuring my pussy with his cock as had with his tongue. He fucked me harder and harder, twisting clockwise and counterclockwise. Then his pace was slow and then fast, alternating with complete withdrawal and holding just inside my opening, the fat head teasing that sensitive ring. I was breathing heavily now, covered in a sheen of perspiration, and begging him to fuck me like the stud that we both knew he was. I was now able to take his pounding and girth without any problem, and knew that if there was another orgasm in me he would find it. I felt full to the limit, stuffed with cock beyond anything else I had felt. His cock was churning my cunt into froth. I knew that now I could just relax and watch Mark's cock plunge in and out of me. His body language and his facial expressions as he fucked this married woman's pussy for his own pure sexual pleasure would tell me when he was going to cum. After what seemed fifteen minutes of pure cock-penetrating pleasure, Mark pulled out and began to stroke his cock. He watched me watching him get off. One of things I enjoy with my husband and another male lover is watching them masturbate to an orgasm and having them shoot their cum onto me – onto my face, tits, stomach and bush. Mark knelt above me, sitting on my lower belly, his hand stroking his fat wet cock, smiling down at me. His second orgasm of the evening was nearly as prodigious as his first, providing me with another enormous amount of fresh sperm. He splashed it all over my belly and breasts, coating me with warm, living semen. God, do I love that. Mark opened his eyes and smiled that wonderful smile. Then he laid down on top of me and pressed our bodies together, his sperm squishing wetly between us. We turned sideways and kissed some more, caressing each other as our breathing returned to normal. I complimented Mark on his stamina, his skill at teasing me and arousing me, and his willingness to provide unmatched pleasure. Between kisses, I also told him that my husband knew about our coincidental meeting at Wegmann's, and that is was due primarily by my Mistress providing the idea and incentive to act it out. Mark asked if my husband knew about my wanting to meet him again. I told him no, not yet, and maybe not in the near future. I asked him what his thoughts were and he said he really enjoyed being with me and felt we had found something special in each other, even if it was only to be physical. He also indicated he did not want it to be just this one time nor did he want me to go home but to spend the night and fuck each other again in the morning. I'll conclude with not sharing what my decision was at this time. That is for another letter. Hugs & kisses Mistress, Mika P.S. - You might have opened the flood gates Mistress. :) ***************************** Postnote: I think Mika's post script was prophetic. Since this encounter with Mark she has become .... well, I don't want to overhang the market. Stay tuned. If you would like to see what Mika decided, and when her decision had its effect, read Part Two. We hope you had fun. Please take the time to vote and leave a message for Mika. These girls need your encouragement. Susan James