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My Anna

By: OpenMouth



Anna

I first see her when I take a shortcut home after a late shift. The area was known for prostitutes, and I usually paid them scant attention. Stopping at a traffic light, however, a well-built east-European girl walks past, with shoulder-length, platinum-blonde hair. She is wearing a black mini skirt and a short coat, which she pushes back from her bust as she spots me, making eye contact. In her tight, square-cut white top, her ample breasts compliment her strong thighs. Her lips are painted slut red, and smoke trails from the cigarette clamped between her teeth as she stares at me with an arrogant look.

I notice the lights have changed, and with a start, put the car in gear and drive away.

Several nights later, I drive past, and spot her again. I don't give the subject much thought for a while, until, a week or so later while surfing porn on the internet, I find a series of pics of a similar looking girl. A pang of recognition hits me, and I remember the street-girl I saw. I imagine meeting her; hearing her strong Polish accent, tasting cigarettes on her breath and feeling her heat as she comes on to me. Looking into the eyes of the girl in the pictures, I stroke myself past the point of no return, much earlier than I normally would.

I think about little else for a while. I fantasize about finding myself in situations with the girl, imagining how I could be very specific with her about my requirements. I'd never been with a prostitute, but I was starting to find the idea fascinating. To cut through the usual preamble with a girl, ignore the aspects of her being too big & too trashy for your social status and just choose a girl who appeals to my base instincts, bypass the speculation about what she will or won't do- the sheer possibilities of suggesting a particular refinement, and having it happen. Instantly.

I have cause to walk that way before too long. Following a drink in town with work colleagues, I find myself the last man standing as the others depart home to various levels of marital bliss. I am inebriated, but not worse for wear; rather, in a state of upbeat optimism. I decide to walk to a bar local to my flat, and possibly indulge in flirtation with a bar girl or two.

The toxic confidence I feel steers me towards the shadowy area that, if I am honest, fails to qualify as a shortcut, as it adds ten to fifteen minutes to my walk. I hope to spot the blonde girl, perhaps exchange a suggestive glance to keep my fantasy going a while longer. I have no intention, obviously, of engaging her in conversation or otherwise. 

Disappointingly, her street is quiet, but as I turn a corner, she appears, lighting a cigarette. I catch my breath audibly.

"Hi," she says, after a short exhale skyward, her eyes never leaving mine. Putting a hand on her hip, she asks "looking for me?"

I blush. Is it that obvious? She's about 30, confident, direct, very sexy. And very east-European- I later find out she is from Ukraine.

I slow to a stop, slightly beyond her. "Oh, err... I'm just taking a shortcut home. I know you, I mean- I've seen you..."

She laughs gently, not what I expect at all. I glance at her painted lips as she takes a drag on her cigarette, turning to a stare as she exhales towards me. 

Her eyes are heavy lidded and slightly sleazy. "Would you like to kiss me?" She is telepathic, I suspect. Or more likely, she's good at her job.

"Thirty pounds will get you more." She moves closer to me, glancing downwards to my trousers, before looking up at me again, doe-eyed with makeup. "A lot more..."

I melt, and stiffen, and she has me. I indicate the way, and roughly how far. She holds my arm, and doesn't speak, knowing, I surmise, to build suspense; letting her scent, her very presence, seduce me. I steal an occasional glance; her exaggerated wiggle animates her breasts, and she smokes luxuriously as her heels clatter on the pavement.

After ten minutes, we reach my building and take a lift to my top-floor apartment. She holds out her hand in the lift, a challenging look on her face, and I fumble for my wallet, hiding the contents from her sight as I pass over the three notes. Must put this somewhere safe, I think, with a pang of fear. I must be completely transparent, I think, as I glance up to see her smiling reassuringly.

In the apartment she looks around at the décor, the view. 

"Posh..." she says, taking off her coat. "I'm Anna."

"Hi Posh!" I manage, hardly able to breathe. My humour in stressful situations never ceases to surprise me, and it works. She smiles broadly.

With her coat off, I see the full majesty of her body. She's tall and shapely, with an impressive cleavage and powerful legs. Just my kind of 'big girl.'

"Don't mind if I smoke, do you?" She spots an empty and unused ashtray.

"No, not at all. In fact..." I trail off.

"You like it."

Oh god- she is telepathic. Probably no point in hiding that wallet, I think. 

She lights up with the deft movements of an expert smoker, while clomping towards me. Her whole body sways with that slight quiver of a well-built woman. She exhales in my face and I feel her hand stroke my captive erection, causing me to inhale sharply. I feel the smoke hit my lungs and cough slightly, and she laughs. 

I find this little display of power and bitchiness extremely erotic; like being put down by an older, sexier girl at school.

"OK, kiss me..." she says, and I oblige. It's a beautiful kiss, filled with promise, and I kid myself there is sexual chemistry at work. One of my favourite thrills is kissing a girl for the first time, and discovering a faint taste of cigarette smoke; it suggests hidden depth, especially in a nice girl, and a willingness to submit to pleasure. With Anna, I know already that she smokes, but it's still a treat to taste her and smell her lipstick. She starts to unbutton my shirt and trousers; within seconds she has her hand on my shaft, with the firm grasp of an experienced woman.

"What d'you want? Lets go in the bedroom. You want to fuck me, or shall I suck you off?"

I feel waves of ecstasy engulf me, and I want it to last; I have fucked enough girls to know that the pleasure is in the foreplay and the psychology of arousal. I'm naked now, and though scantily clad she is still fully dressed. I love this situation, the vulnerable feeling. I am experienced enough to know I am going to be submissive to her, and I sense that she knows it too.

In the bedroom, I ask her to sit in the armchair. She perches on the edge, legs crossed, and smokes. I lie on the bed, and start to masturbate. "From the first time I saw you, I imagined doing this in front of you. I haven't been able to get you out of my head..."

She says nothing, doesn't even smile. She just smokes, slowly and unashamedly, her arms outstretched at chair-top height, and her breasts jutting out proudly.

"I imagined you smoking, watching me, talking dirty to me..."

She parts her full lips to mouth off to me, and I spot the slight gap between her teeth, and the overbite, both of which lend a slightly imperfect look to her beauty. "You want it dirty? Keep stroking your cock for me... that's it, slut. Show off for me." 

I love to hear a woman call me a slut. A lady at work, ten years my senior, said it to me once, light-heartedly- 'you're just a slut, aren't you?' I happened to be looking at her mouth as she said the word. For an instant, she wasn't smiling. Within a minute, I was in the toilets, splashing my spunk on the cubicle wall, imagining her watching me.

"Oh, yeah- that's it. You like it, don't you, wanking yourself off while I smoke. Do I look like a bad girl? Do you like bad girls? I suck men off for money, d'you like that? I just drop my knickers and let them fuck me- two, three at a time..." Each syllable comes with a sulk, her lips barely parting to allow her filthy words to escape.

"Oh, yeah..." I manage. Talking, breathing, is difficult. I'm so close to orgasm, I can hardly bear to touch my cock. 

She giggles, enjoying my display. Cigarette dangling, she puts one hand down her top, using the other to pull down the neckline underneath her naked boobs. Her other hand masks the nipples, but her aureoles are visible, large and brown, suggesting she isn't a natural blonde. Released from the tight top, her breasts are large, round and beautiful.

"Use your fingertips," she instructs. "Pull your foreskin back, and hold it."

I obey, and she takes a drag, exhaling towards me. 

"Fucking slut. Spunk off for me. Imagine me with a big fucking black cock in my mouth." The words drip from her red mouth in a whisper, and my whole body spasms involuntarily, sending bolts of spunk into the air, soaking my convulsing body as I jerk again and again.

*****

I realise I still have twenty minutes of her time left, but I don't want her to go that soon, so I ask her if she'll spend the night with me for £100. She seems enthusiastic, so I hand over the cash. She counts it and stores it in her coat pocket. Undressing, she walks back to the bed; shoes and skirt are dropped on the floor, and as she climbs on, she pulls the skimpy top over her head, allowing her breasts to bob in front of me. I love to see big breasts on a big girl, and Anna's are superb. Naked except for tight, lacy black French knickers, she smiles at me, removing the film from a fresh pack of Silk Cuts and lighting one. She places the pack, along with her lighter and the ashtray, on the bedside table.

Propped up on her elbow, she smokes. Occasionally she kisses me, or exhales in my face with a giggle. She looks around the flat, taking in the décor (I'm proud of my flat- it's very contemporary).

I ask her about the knickers. "Oh, well, you know," she says, in her sexy Ukrainian drawl, "you want to fuck me in the night, when I'm warm and sleepy, first you've gotta get these off me, and you've gotta put on a condom, mister!" She punctuates the full stop with a tap on my semi erect cock, and I laugh.

She lets smoke drift from her mouth, obviously showing off to me. I feel my erection return, and an ache to kiss her. We kiss at length, tenderly and enthusiastically, breaking occasionally for Anna to take a drag of her cigarette. She purposely doesn't exhale fully, guessing I'll enjoy the sensation, and the taste, of her smoke as it hangs in her mouth, and swirls around our faces as we kiss. 

After a while, she breaks again, and reaches for her bag. She takes out a small mirror and her lipstick, and applies a fresh, thick coat of the glossy red paint. Turning back towards me and onto her belly, she winks and blows me a kiss. Taking another deep drag, she resumes kissing me.

I realise that, after only an hour and a half, I am in love with Anna. She's my absolute fantasy smoking goddess personified.

"Anna, you're beautiful, fucking gorgeous. But I don't think I necessarily want to fuck you..."

She moves her face close to mine, pursing her plump, red lips to gently exhale her warm smoke into my face, for several seconds. She clamps her soft hand around my balls and the base of my shaft. "Well this," she says, smoke still escaping from her mouth as she talks, "says you do!"

I groan and arch my back; the sheer sexual presence of this big, scented, exotic slut has caused me to forget about the mere mechanics of sex, however momentarily. A fleeting thought crosses my mind- I wonder how many other cocks her hand had stroked today, and I am surprised to find my pulse quickening with desire at the thought. 

"Why don't you clean up, first..."

When I return from the shower, she is propped up on the bed on folded arms, her lipstick, if anything, even thicker than before. There's a mischievous look in her eye, and she says "come closer," her mouth open in the most unambiguous of pouts.

She opens my towel and takes me in her mouth. The delicious hands-free suck off is enhanced by her fragrance and the curves of her big, white body and as she pleasures me, she makes the most wonderful doe-eyed fuck faces, outwardly showing enjoyment more intense than my own.

Soon she senses my orgasm approaching and leaving me dripping wet with her saliva, she disengages. She guides me towards her cleavage, and with a hand on my buttocks, encourages me to fuck her big, soft titties. As I start to cum, my spunk surging and splashing between her boobs, she pouts up at me. "Ooh, darling! Mmm!" 

Fortunately, my knees are bent and resting on the bed at either side of her elbows, preventing them from buckling beneath me.

She climbs into bed, propping herself up on the pillows, and lights what she says is her last cigarette before bedtime. With the fingertips of both hands, she smears the fresh spunk around her aureoles. "Want me to wear this in bed?" I manage to sigh the affirmative, caught by the eroticism of her question. She smiles "okay..."

As she smokes, we kiss in the half-light from the single lamp, not saying a word. There's nothing we need to say. Eventually she finishes her cigarette and I turn off the lamp. The taste of fresh smoke on her warm breath mixes with the smell of my semen between her breasts, and we fall asleep together, in love.

*****

Waking up next to her for the first time is a revelation. She is tousle-haired, and her eyes appear smaller and half-opened compared to the night before, causing her mouth to seem much larger and protruding, even in its unpainted state. The heat pours from her big white body, and her smell fills the bed, flowing from between her legs. After our torrid night of mutual masturbation and French kissing, we are tired but sigh with satisfaction as we make eye contact, and as I remember that she is a prostitute, my heart sinks. I feel such affection and attraction towards her that I must be in love. I want her to be my girlfriend, my lover. I want my friends to meet her. I want to cook for her, bathe her and massage her shoulders.

It's Saturday, but she looks at the time, and gets out of bed, gathering her clothes and handbag and relocating to the bathroom. I make her coffee, and find her a sweatshirt and jogging pants. Even dressed this way, with minimal makeup, she looks overtly sexual, her voluptuous body, her face and her attitude ensure this as she sits in the kitchen with me, drinking her coffee and smoking leisurely.

We talk. She tells me of the office cleaning job that brought her to England, then promptly ended, leaving her without employment; of the friend who told her of the money to be made by a curvy, attractive girl in the bars and clubs of this city. She didn't walk the streets, and managed to pay for a half-decent flat in one of the semi-civilised suburbs. Eventually, she says she must go, as she needs her sleep for tonight.

I offer to run her home and she accepts. She applies lipstick in the car; for my benefit, I'm guessing, as a thank you for the lift home. As we arrive at her flat, she fishes around for a pen and writes her mobile number on an empty cigarette packet, before kissing it to leave a perfect, red lip print. handing it to me with a kiss on the lips, she tells me "'Til next time, lover..."

*****

I go back to bed, but have trouble sleeping. I feel her presence in the bed; her lipstick and her scent stain the pillow- her pillow- and her cigarette smoke can be detected everywhere. I close my eyes and remember how, during the night, she reached down the front of those lacy knickers, and held her fingers to my mouth, letting me taste her juice; the beautifully strong flavour of her hormone-soaked natural lubricant unmistakeably tainted with the taste of condoms, inexplicably heightening my arousal.

For the next week, I float along oblivious to my surroundings. I don't wash the pillowcase, or spray air freshener; as I walk into the flat every evening, I smell her faint, stale smoke, which slowly fades, as does the scent of the pillowcase. I desperately want her to fill the apartment with her smoke again. The empty Silk Cut packet, complete with Anna's outrageous lipstick pout and telephone number, inspires more masturbation than a whole library of pornography ever could.

Friday is nearly here, and I decide to ring Anna. I want her to stay all weekend, and I ask her to name the price. To my delight and relief we agree a figure and arrange to meet in a bar close to my flat, at 10pm on Friday night. I can't think of anything else all day, and need a few drinks before venturing out. 

As I enter the bar, I spot her instantly; for some reason, I expected a demurely clad girlfriend with an overnight bag, sipping a glass of red wine at a corner table. I think, in my mind, she has become my girlfriend already. Instead, I see a big, blonde fuck-doll, dressed in hotpants, pink platform trainers, pigtails and frosted pink lipstick, smoking a fag at the bar. She is obviously wearing a push-up bra, which enhances her already-impressive chest to an almost comical extent, and she is flirting with two black guys who can barely keep their hands off her. A pang of jealousy hits me, but she stubs out her cigarette, and says in a loud voice "got to go, boys- my date's here!"

She strides towards me, exhaling, a tiny army-green rucksack on her shoulder, and links arms with me, planting a kiss on my cheek, and causing a hint of embarrassed arousal. To my surprise, she is quite drunk. I suppose even street girls need to relax occasionally, and I like the fact she feels safe with me. She's a handful during the short walk to the flat, and as I steady her in the lift, she kisses me, unzipping my trousers and stroking my erection through my underwear.

"Anna!" I exclaim. "There might be someone outside the lift..."

"Mmm!" She whispers into my ear, as she kisses me. "Maybe I'll get on my knees, and suck you off right in front of them..."

The lift reaches my floor, and the door opens with Anna's hand still eagerly handling my shaft; she even turns her head to face the door but there's nobody waiting. In my aroused state, I feel slightly disappointed; I briefly imagine my smart, middle-aged female neighbour catching sight of the scene- me with pink lipstick smeared around my mouth and my flies open as this big, overgrown blonde slut feels me up, and despite her initial distaste, fingering herself to orgasm later in bed, at the thought of receiving similar attention from Anna. I file away the idea for future reference.

*****

This time our Saturday morning is much more leisurely. Waking up once more with my tousle-haired fuck doll is heavenly; the sun streaming in and illuminating the smoke from her first cigarette as I sink into her warm plump body.

We share breakfast and bathe- she insists on applying red lipstick before getting into the bath, settling between my knees with her hair up I enjoy her weight on my chest and the new perspective as she smokes another cigarette with almost visible creaminess. I kiss her neck, enjoying the easy sensuality that exists between us.

All is quiet and I sense she is thinking, as I am. Last night was amazing- we are already far more than simply professional and client. Fucking all night with excitement is easy to fake, the almost infinite tenderness and understanding we shared much less so. It was clear to both of us we were making love.

We start to talk, between soft kisses. We share everything, intimate details of family and past, hardly aware of the water, cooling around us. Wrapped in towels, she leads me back to the bed and we kiss lightly but insistently, allowing passion to escalate our loveplay into full scale, animal fucking.

Waking from a doze I find her sitting in a chair, smoking once again, She is framed in red sunset in my hooded sweatshirt and a pair of her usual lacy French knickers. I don't ever want her to leave, but wonder where we are going with this. I wake up fully, and ask her to be my girlfriend. She kisses me and says she will, but I see the sadness in her eyes.


My Anna



She had told me at length of her hope to eventually study psychology- this did not surprise me in the least, as the subject obviously fascinated her, especially combined with sex. I thought this would be a way into us talking about our strange relationship.

"Anna," I ask her, "live with me. Share my new place!"

My business interests had taken off recently, and I found I could afford a penthouse apartment in a recently-completed block. I showed her the promotional shots and watched her eyes widen with excitement. I knew she couldn't hold off for long.

"Here's the plan. You live with me, enrol on a psychology foundation course at the university. I'll never cramp you..." 

"But..."

"...And I don't care what you were when I met you! I love you. You excite me beyond belief. You are gorgeous and clever and funny..."

She descends upon me, kissing and caressing, pulling me onto the bed. "Just tell me what I can do for you, any time, day or night baby." The sincerity in her eyes tells me all I need to know.

*****

Our new apartment is spacious and opulent, offering the space for us to be apart when I work, or Anna studies. She has a natural probing mind and an aptitude for language which help her immensely and as she progresses through her course, and soon we find our fascination with the psychology of sexual desire to be at the heart of our physical relationship. She says she will make this a major subject for her degree course; maybe even her life's work!

I am happy to help, and we indulge ourselves completely. She enjoys being 'Doctor Anna' on occasion, complete with crisp white nurse's blouse (revealingly open, of course) and spectacles. She sits behind or on her desk, chewing her pencil and asking frank questions about my fantasies and desires, sometimes taking my pulse or blood pressure or writing down notes.

"Very interesting..." she says, scribbling notes with wide eyes as I blushingly reveal at length a certain fantasy that has always made my heart race. 

She gasps, and purrs "Would you like to try that?"

I nod.

"Would you like to try that now?" She asks, unsmiling and unblinking. "OK, c'mon."

Anna has long ago overcome that initial shyness and hesitation that a 'nice girl' uses to score points. Within seconds she has lit a cigarette, which never fails to get me interested. Within minutes I am in the fantasy; a fairly benign one but something I would only ever reveal to her. 

I am naked, feet apart and hands on her desk. On her large computer screen she has started a movie clip playing; I watch in increasing arousal as an impossibly-cute young blonde is double ended by two muscular and hung black men. I hear the squirt of lube and feel the coldness as Anna's fingers expertly work it into my anus.

"Relax," she breathes smokily into my ear, and I feel that acute tightness as I involuntarily close up against her probing finger. Eventually, I loosen enough to accept her gentle two- and three-fingered thrusts.

Continuing to rhythmically penetrate me with one hand, she opens her desks bottom drawer. I gasp as she brings out an enormous, black rubber dildo, which must be nearly a foot long.

My heart misses a beat, the mere sight of it causing me to drip precum. I realise I am not erect, as I relax for Anna's fingers. "Oh, god..." 

"OK," she says, glancing at her notes. "Fucked like a slut, it says, by a woman. While you watch black cock porn. Open wide..."

"Oh, g..." I manage, as the head starts to penetrate me, feeling impossibly large.

She giggles. "Only the head today, darling. But you're going to be a bitch for me and my big, black cock from now on..."

She applies pressure gently but insistently until I feel myself swallow the massive head; the realisation alone causing intense waves of pleasure which are increased tenfold as she reaches between my thighs, clasping my dripping, flaccid cock between her thumb and index finger. She starts to stretch me down and I stiffen, clamping the dildo even harder with my anus.

I am erect now, and she wanks me off briskly and efficiently, my cum flowing and splatting to the hardwood floor.

I scream silently, laughing and as she slowly withdraws the tool, a fall onto a nearby sofa. Unsurprisingly, she lights a cigarette and blows smoke towards me with a look of bitchy satisfaction.

"Well, well," she says admiringly. "Enjoyed that, didn't you? I think you're going to be a proper little anal whore..."

*****

In the subsequent days I struggle with my conscience. I had left Anna with some reluctance but felt she was uneasy despite another night of protracted lovemaking. I sense she is contemplating the film noir futility of such an obviously doomed relationship and I know we must overcome that substantial hurdle. 

The similarities with the film Pretty Woman were glaringly obvious also- a wonderful, vivacious girl, getting by the best way she can, falls for a (slightly) older, successful man. But had this ever worked out well in real life? The fact that this girl had never asked for anything other than her fee, indeed even remained dignified and aloof on occasion, reinforced my need to know...

I had to convince her that a 'conventional' relationship was not interesting to me, that her personality, her past were vital to us. Her vast sexual experience felt like superiority to me; knowing what she had done would always remain arousing. I explained all this at length the following weekend. I went as far as to suggest she should keep dating, which we soon pinned down to the idea of her taking another regular lover. This would have many benefits to us- I would ask the reader to suspend judgement at this point; such an arrangement may seem rather bizarre and suffice to say you will either find the subject erotic or quite the opposite! 

1. I found the prospect of her dressing and making up to have sex with another man to be electrifying. Indeed, I could think of no better way for her to keep me hot for her.

2. We believed such an arrangement would give her a measure of- perhaps even overall- control in the relationship. This would help to build Anna's self-esteem and would have the delicious side-effect of adding the possibility of a female domination situation arising...

She told me of one of her 'regulars,' a black guy called Don, with whom she'd had something of an understanding. He was good to her, and being married (and working away from home from Monday to Friday), was clean and very discrete. She said he was open minded and had a good sense of humour as well, and would possibly be interested in some kind of 'unorthodox' set up...

I admit my heart leapt at this news; while not wanting to appear racist I had imagined this imaginary lover to be a black man and a well-endowed one, at that- Anna confirmed this was the case! The more we discussed the subject, the more we couldn't stop touching each other and ourselves. I asked what she thought would be the best way to broach the subject; she said to trust her, honesty would work. "I happen to have this rich boyfriend," she practiced, "who is enormously turned on by the thought of me getting a regular fucking by a big, black man. Now, here's the deal- you promise me you'll only have sex with your wife and me. You get yourself tested and so will we. Then we play, every week, and it won't cost you a penny! Either I come to you or you can come 'round to our flat, don't worry, it's a big flat!"

She didn't waste any time, sorting it with that businesslike, matter-of-fact efficiency of hers. Don was more than willing and they started putting things into place the next week. As he was a blood donor, a fresh test was very quick, and we were able to go to a private clinic for a quick, discrete test also. So within a week or so, Anna came home in a taxi at 3am for the first time, fresh from several hours of attention from Don. I opened the door to find her standing in a very short dress, stockings and raincoat with her hands on her hips and a cigarette hanging from her lips. I held the door open, and she took a drag, clomping slowly past me and exhaling creamily in my direction.

'Wow!' This was all I could think of to say as she lay on the bed and showed herself off. I'd never seen a woman's sexual organs so inflamed and engorged; she virtually glowed with use and the heat and the smell of Don's spunk just made me think one word- Goddess.

*****

Over the subsequent months we develop this new dimension. Initially, we enjoy the simple pleasure of me using my tongue on her when she gets home, licking out every trace of her lover. Sometimes she'd come home with no knickers and we'd meet friends for a drink- I'd sneakily slide a finger into her below the table and smear the slimy cum around her lips while we kissed, innocuously.

Next came the video camera- Don agreed to this if his face did not appear on the clips so she'd set up the camera for a closeup of her face while she sucked him, all the while looking at the lens. Sometimes she'd email the clips to me then arrive home to find me enjoying them, other times she'd wank me while I watched them, or use a black dildo on me- she was convinced I wanted that black cock for myself, which we talked about at length. I did have an enormous envy for her big, pneumatic body; I imagined how it would feel to stride down the road in a floaty dress and heels, boobs quivering with every step. 

I'd help her dress to go and meet him- sometimes smartly, in a pinstripe suit with a silk scarf, occasionally trashy with a short skirt and hold ups. We decided she'd invite him back so I could sample his spunk within seconds of him depositing it in her- I heard him exit, and barely giving her time to light a cigarette I was between her thighs and drinking rivers of hot cum from her as she purred and smoked.

We used ever-bigger black dildos in the bedroom- both of us would enjoy them in turn. She'd enjoy dressing me in stockings, suspenders and heels with just a pair of frilly knickers between my lubed anus and an 18" black rubber dildo; I'd love her to suck on one as I fucked her, or just watch her stretching herself round the bulbous head, as she told me what a slut she'd been with Don that week, letting him assfuck her all the way with video evidence.

With each new sexual adventure we talked about refinements, fantasized about how far we could go. We talked about setting up a webcam to allow me to watch her in real time, blowing smoke at the camera while getting fucked from behind, but we both knew we wouldn't be happy until I could be there in person, watching Don fuck her in front of me. Anna took this fantasy a stage further, suggesting she discuss with him the possibility of him assfucking me while she watched! I imagined how it would feel, his rock-hard length flooding me with hot spunk as she sat and smoked, a look of satisfaction on her face.

*****

We loved to relax together in the bath, discussing a recent session or two. We had two baths, arranged so we could look at each other as we talked. 

From the earliest days of our relationship, she knew I loved watching her smoke. She said that before we met, she had been aware of men who obviously became aroused at this. She suspected that they had worthy, clean-living wives who would never understand such a fetish. 

She was amazed when she discovered the depth of my fetish, just how much time I spent fantasizing. Over the next few months, we really had fun with her style; I'd tell her of her little mannerisms and ask her to try different ones, usually as we bathed. Already a supremely stylish and feminine smoker, we took this to the limit. She would hold her cigarette delicately between the tips of her fingers, inches from her lips between drags, slowly parting her lips to accept the filter and spreading her fingers as she let her mouth take over. After a deep drag lasting several seconds, she would open her mouth momentarily to treat the observer to the sight of the dense, almost liquid smoke swirl inside, before taking it into her lungs. Tossing her hair from her eyes was a nice touch, before exhaling endlessly. She could make the exhale go on and on by pursing her lips quite tightly, although I preferred her exhaling more messily with a looser pout. 

Some aspects of her style were unashamedly showing off. As if her long legs, blond hair, big boobs and plump, sensual lips were not sufficient to draw attention! She said she could almost hear the bitchy comments from other women on a night out- 'look at her. Silly cow, fag hanging out of her mouth, who does she think she is?'- but we both knew, and both enjoyed, that men were looking at her.

She would sit on a bar stool, knees crossed, blowing perfectly formed rings into the air. She would use any excuse for letting the cigarette dangle; tidying her handbag or primping her hair in her compact mirror like a '40s screen diva. She would unashamedly walk down the street in this manner holding her bag and car keys. I liked it best when she was dressed smartly or demurely as the visual impact was so much stronger in a suit or pretty summer dress. Occasionally, as people in our party became slightly inebriated, she would start to openly blow smoke in my face, giggling and wafting her hand about as she apologised. Our friends assumed this to be an endearing little habit of hers as she became tipsy, never suspecting my heart pounding in my chest. On one occasion I pretended to tell her off; everyone laughed when she replied with "I do it 'cos you fucking like it, you slut!" I like to think at least one of the other girls, a slim brunette neighbour, understood what was happening.

Anna meticulously looked after her skin, cleansing and moisturising every night at bedtime, after her shower. I admitted to her, however, that I liked her a little more 'fragrant' occasionally... This usually took the following form- she would return from Don's, smoking in her car on the way home, pour herself a glass of red wine, strip down to her stockings and panties, apply a thick coat of Arden lipstick and climb into bed with me. Her breath would be thick with wine and cigarettes as she smeared me with her beautiful, fresh lipstick; I'd nuzzle between her breasts and smell her sweat and Obsession, trailing ever lower where the heady aroma of her sex would almost paralyse me. Venturing a tongue inside her would remind me that just half an hour earlier another man had enjoyed her, sending shivers down my spine and magnifying my excitement tenfold. 

*****

We are planning a wedding! Yes, it's true, but as it will be an 'unconventional' wedding, the plans may take some time...

We will have to find a registrar who is willing to indulge our small idiosyncrasies; for instance we want a transparent white wedding dress with no knickers, no bra or a simple braless corset underneath. We want Anna in thick red lipstick and smoking throughout the service; I want her to stand opposite me with a hand on her hip, blowing smoke into my face while we say our vows. Most importantly, we want Don to fuck her in all three holes in the shortest possible time before the ceremony, so that his spunk is quite literally running down her legs from her anus and cunt during the ceremony. Ideally, though we believe this would be stretching things a bit far, she should have visible fresh spunk around her mouth as well.

We are also discussing the possibility of her coming off the pill briefly before; we love the idea of her being fucked while receptive by another man on her wedding day. We think this will remain a fantasy, however!

Our wedding night will hopefully be out of the ordinary, too- being fucked senseless in her wedding dress by three black guys while I watch is the favourite so far, but it may be difficult to convince Don. He gets a bit possessive about her sometimes...



My Anniversary Gift



It was a long hard day at the office and it seemed to be a longer drive home on that cold snowy night. I was exhausted and dreading the nightly ritual of making dinner and straightening the house after the kids and the baby sitter. (Our baby sitter is a tall skinny brunette with perky breasts and a nice round ass.) When I walked in my front door, I noticed the fireplace was lit with a raging fire, there were candles lit all around the house and rose petals strewn across the floor making a path to our bedroom. My husband, kids and baby sitter were no where to be found. I called out to my husband asking where everybody was and he walked out telling me the kids were at their Grandmother's for the night and the sitter had gone home. He informed me he had special plans for the evening and my only job was to obey his every command. 

He took my coat and shoes off and led me to our bedroom walking through the rose petals. There he stripped me, slowly his fingers and tongue caressing every bare inch of my now starting to tingle body. He then led me to our bathroom where he had drawn me a nice warm bath with more rose petals floating in the water, candles around the tub and a glass of red wine. 

As I tried asking him what was going on and had he paid the sitter. He ignored me and told me to not to speak at all and just enjoy what was to come. I gave him an anticipated look and stepped into the tub. As I was soaking and drinking my wine he came up beside me and started to wash my back and neck. Slowly working his way to my now swelling breasts. He started to gently massage them and when I closed my eyes he would playfully pinch my nipples to get my attention and to watch where he was going next. 

His hands slid down my stomach and rubbed down my freshly shaven pussy. He let his fingers play with my clit for a little while and I started to squirm a little and spread my legs apart for him to explore further. I could feel his breath on my neck as his fingers moved slowly from my clit to my now aching pussy . He bit down on my neck (with just enough pressure to send chills all over my body) and at the same time he let one finger slip in my aching pussy. I let out a yelp of pure pleasure as my body responded to his touches. 

He then started to suck on my nipples and placed another finger into my pussy. I was starting to grind my hips on his fingers and wanting more of him. It seemed as soon as it got started, he stopped and asked me to stand to get dried off. When I rose I could see his cock was as hard as steel wanting out of his pants. I tried asking him if I could taste my friend and he slapped me on my ass and told me to be quiet.

When I was dried off, he told me this is where the fun really begins and the bath was just an appetizer. As we walked to the banister leading the way down into the living room I got a quick glimpse of the interesting layout below with the bag of our toys out on the couch. He then put the blind-fold on me. He slowly led me down the stairs to our living room. I could hear the snow storm outside blowing with fury and at the same time, I could feel the tantalizing heat on my body from the blazing fire. I started to get goose bumps all over my body with anticipation wanting to know what next was to come. I tried to ask him again if he had paid the sitter, but the words never came out as I soon lost that train of thought. 

He led me to the coffee table where he had laid out a satin sheet, he told me to sit down and lay back. When I did, my hands and feet were tied to the table legs. I let out a little worried whimper not knowing where this was going and again he told me to be quiet as he nipped my nipple with his teeth. 

I heard him rumbling in the bag as he told me to lay still. I next felt him put my clit clip on my clit saying he didn't want any part of me to miss the fun. I arched my back to his touch and obeyed, he said let the games begin........... 

I was straining my ears to listen to all the sounds going on around me as I heard him walk away from me as he went to grab something off to my right. I heard him walk back and he started to let a hot liquid drip first on my pouting clit and then to my navel, slowly going up to my nipples and back down to my swelling pussy. He was letting it drip slowly over every part of my body and I was yearning for every next drip to come. It was hot, but not burning hot and it was sending sensations all through my body as it cooled like I have never felt before. My pussy was aching and my juices were flowing so much that I could feel it running down to the crack of my ass. 

Moans of pleasure were escaping out of my mouth, just when I thought he could do no more, I gasped for air as my body was being traced and tickled by feathers dipped in snowy ice water. I was startled at first but soon came to enjoy the surprise. I could feel the traces from every bead of water move over my body. I never thought frozen ice water dripping down my hot wet pussy and clit would feel so good and start more of a hunger in my goose bumped and madly craving body. 

He stopped for a moment and again I was straining to hear what was going on, I heard him rummaging through the bag somewhere off to my left. He came back and I felt a vibration move slowly from my clit, down the walls of my pussy and back towards my ass where he slowly put my anal "T" probe into my already lubricated ass. My ass took the probe like a long lost old friend. He was fucking my ass with the probe and my body was wriggling under his motions. I was about ready to cum when he stopped fucking my ass, but left the probe deep inside me.

My senses couldn't take it any longer, my body was arching to be free. I wanted to release his pent up shaven hard cock from his pants and start licking the top of my friend like a lolly-pop and work my way down licking the sides of his shaft and then suck his balls into my hot wet mouth and then work my way back up until I had his thick shaft fully into my mouth. I so wanted to deep throat him I could almost feel it. 

My husband must have sensed my wanting because I heard him taking off his clothes and ask me if I was thirsty. When I nodded yes, he said open my mouth. He slowly started pouring Champaign down the shaft of his cock to drip in my mouth with just the tip of his cock touching my lips. I lapped up the Champaign like a thirsty cat lapping up milk. I kept raising my head to take more of him in, but he kept pulling away saying not yet. 

Next I heard a bottle being shaken and a wet exhilarating gush of cold wetness being shot up deep into my pussy. I arched in pleasure as the Champaign surged way up deep inside me. Then I felt his hot wet tongue licking the running juices from my pussy. When he had his fill, he walked away for a minute and I heard the sliding glass door open and somebody quietly walking in. As he walked back, I was wondering who this new foot steps belonged to. I started to fidget to get loose and was thinking that he was getting ready to release me from my bonds so I could see who was coming to join in on the fun, but just then my pussy started to be licked. 

I was taken by surprise because this was not my husbands tongue. I was shocked at first, but the warm slow licking felt so damn good, that I soon was back to enjoying the moment. My husband now straddled me on the table and was playfully teasing my mouth with his cock. At first he let me flick my tongue on the tip and down the sides until finally I got his full shaft into my mouth. God how he tasted so good and the feel of his hardness was not like any other time before. I didn't think it was possible that he could get any harder, but he was. I felt my body start to tighten as I was getting ready to cum, just then my husband and the licking had suddenly stopped. I begged for him not to stop and let me cum, but he said that would come shortly. 

As he was saying this he untied my hands and feet and told me to get into the doggie style position with my head facing down. I am still blind folded so I did as I was told. He slid his body through my arms until his pulsating cock was just beneath my mouth. He told me to search with my mouth for what I have been wanting. In moments I found his cock and was taking him in as far as he could go. I was enjoying the moment of sucking his pulsating cock when I felt a cock plunge into my pussy from behind. 

I started to stop and remove my blind to see who was behind me, but my husband told me to keep going and not stop. I did as I was told plus the feeling of my ass probe vibrating away along with my husbands cock thrusting back into my mouth and the mysterious cock pounding my ready to explode pussy was giving me more pleasure than I could ignore, so I went back to sucking my husbands cock with a new hunger that I never knew I had. 

As my body was starting to tighten and I was cumming, I felt my husband start to cum in my mouth and down my throat. I tried to cry out in pleasure, but all that came was muffled sounds. I came a second time at the feel of the pounding mysterious cock still plunging into my pussy. 

I felt spent of every energy my body possessed. I dropped down onto my husband and took off my blind fold. When I looked around for the mysterious cock, at first I was shocked and then to my pleasure I found out the mysterious cock was our baby sitter with nothing on but my strap on. My husband smiled with a look of satisfaction, because he knew we would be doing this again real soon and he whispered this is all she wanted for payment. Our Baby sitter sat back on her legs and told me Happy Anniversary.  




My Anniversary Surprise



Apart from the first three paragraphs, this is not a true story sadly, just one of my fantasies that I've tried to put into words that hopefully others will enjoy reading. Maybe one day it will come true or at least something like it, I hope so.

Graham and I have been married 17 years, together over 20 years; we have a good standard of living and can enjoy the finer things in life. Recently I began to think back on my life. I am 42 he is 52, he was married once before and I had only one real relationship before meeting him. I enjoy my life and I'm generally happy but I see our lives ticking by and I feel that I want to experience more before I am too old.

We have a relatively good sex life, we can still satisfy each other, but like a lot of marriages the sex has probably become routine and predictable although still enjoyable. The last few months I have been mentioning to him during sex some of the things I have fantasized about in my private moments. At first he was quite shocked because, I've never been adventurous or taken the lead sexually, but as the days went by he became more comfortable with my new found confidence and we enjoyed discussing my fantasies as a prelude to our lovemaking. As a result our lovemaking has become more intense and more pleasurable, he has even commented on that fact himself.

Now, I have to tell you that most of my fantasies revolve around group sex in some form, threesomes, foursomes, wife swapping, orgies or even gang bangs. We briefly dabbled in swinging a few years ago but never took it very far but the idea of these scenarios is a huge turn on for me. I began to notice that these scenarios really turned him on, particularly the idea of watching me with another man. Of course, this is only fantasy and we have never discussed making it reality, perhaps the idea is appealing to him but I doubt the reality would be acceptable.

The Fiction Begins here.

It never crossed my mind that my thoughts would ever be translated into actions so what happened came as quite a shock.

We were travelling to London for our 17th wedding anniversary; we had booked a suite in a well known 4 star hotel overlooking the River Thames, a nice meal in a top class restaurant followed by seats for the musical, Dirty Dancing, on stage in the West End. I loved the movie and so was really looking forward to the show.

We got to London mid-afternoon and checked into our room, it was a gorgeous room with four poster bed, a lounge area with soft leather sofas and a balcony overlooking the river and Tower Bridge.

After unpacking I decided to have a hot soapy bath and so undressed and got in the bath. Graham was laying on the bed watching the TV and didn't seem to pay much attention to me as I walked past him, totally naked, into the bathroom. As I slipped into the bath and became engulfed in the warm soapy water I felt a bit upset at his lack of interest and my mind began to wander. I wondered if other men would have showed more interest in me, or perhaps I was past that age where men would give me a second look. 

Now I'm not a super model, but at 42 I'm not in bad shape. I'm 5'6 and weigh a little under 10 stone at 135 lbs. I have shoulder length highlighted blonde hair and blue eyes. My breasts are 34C quite firm with very responsive and sensitive nipples. Maybe I could lose a few pounds, and I'm not as flawless as a teenager, but I certainly am comfortable with my body and I'm sure it could still give a lot of pleasure to any man.

As I lay soaking in the steamy water, I began to think of how it would be to make love with a different guy and I felt a stirring between my thighs as the thoughts drifted into my mind, I reached down with my hand and began gently to massage the soft flesh around my pussy, with my other hand I touched my breasts and my nipples. I allowed my fingers to explore my own sex and gradually the intensity of the pleasure I was giving myself increased, I slipped a finger inside myself, then two and imagined a stranger's hard cock penetrating me. 

It felt so good and before long I was close to orgasm. Just at that moment Graham came into the bathroom with a glass of champagne and looked at me with a knowing smile .... "Are you having fun Sarah?" ... I blushed and removed my fingers from my pussy to take the glass from him. As I did so he leaned forward to kiss my hand and I knew he would taste or smell the juices on my fingers. If he did he never let on, just smiled again and left me.

I lay in the bath drinking the champagne and when it was finished climbed out to towel myself off. I put on a toweling robe and went back to the bedroom. Graham was also in his robe ready to take a shower and he walked over to me to refill my glass with champagne. I took a sip, and he reached over to take the glass from my hand. Placing it on the bedside table, he took me in his arms and we kissed. His lips felt warm and soft against mine and I responded to his kiss. Soon our tongues were playing and his hands were roaming my naked body beneath the robe. He pulled me close and I felt his arousal too, pressing into me.

"Happy Anniversary Sarah, I really want you to have an evening to remember"

He left me to take his shower and I lay on the bed, my mind racing with my sensual and erotic thoughts enhanced by the effects of the alcohol on me.

When he had finished showering we began to get dressed for the evening. I wore a Paris silk basque which he had bought me for the occasion white silk with white and black embroidery and delicate lacing detail on the front. There was also a matching thong, the basque had black suspenders attached and so I wore black lace top stockings to complete. 

Once in my underwear I slipped on my dress, a strapless black cocktail dress which came to just above my knee and was low cut at the front to display my ample cleavage. The whole outfit was finished off with white gold and diamond jewellery and black stiletto heeled court shoes with peep toe and sequin and stud embellishment.

I then returned to the bathroom to finish my hair, perfume and make up. Finally we were both ready for our evening. 

We had some free time before our meal so decided to have a drink in the hotel bar. I did feel good as we walked in, I felt that I was being noticed by several men and exchanged smiles with one or two, seducing them with my eyes. We decided to sit at the bar and I had to be careful to pull the hem of my dress down to avoid displaying my stocking tops on the high bar stool. 

Graham ordered our drinks from the barman, this was the first time I noticed him, he was tall dark and handsome, much younger, mid-twenties at a guess and around 6' tall with a nice physique. He also had a foreign accent and so clearly wasn't from the UK. I asked him where he was from and he told me that he was from Latvia. His name was Andrejs and he was 26 years old, exactly half my husband's age. 

As we were the only people at the bar, we struck up quite a conversation with him , in between him serving other customers. We found out a lot about him and how he had found himself working in a London hotel. He seemed a really nice guy and both Graham and I enjoyed our chat which flowed really easily with him.

When the time came to leave we said we might pop into the bar for a night cap after the show and asked if he would still be on duty, he explained that he was on duty until the last customer left and hoped to see us later. 

As we walked to the restaurant just a few hundred yards from the hotel,Graham was teasing me about Andrejs, saying he clearly fancied me. I laughed it off saying he was 16 years my junior and just being polite, but Graham was convinced there was more, even a mutual sexual attraction and that he had shown more than a polite interest in me.

During the romantic candlelit dinner Graham and I were very close, he seemed so much more affectionate than usual, touching my leg under the table, occasionally leaning over to kiss me, holding and stroking my hand. We talked about lots of things and the alcohol was relaxing me more and more as the time went by. I thanked him for this wonderful time we were spending together and he repeated his words from earlier in the day that he wanted it to be a really special evening that I would never forget. I never thought much about that comment until the next day.

We walked hand in hand to the theater and took our seats for the show. If I enjoyed the movie of Dirty Dancing then this stage version blew me away. It was amazing, with the lead roles being taken by two very fit and attractive people. If you know the story you will know that it's a mixture of romance and passion and it really stoked the erotic feelings that were developing inside me on my anniversary evening. Graham was very close and affectionate and by the time the show ended I was feeling so horny and just wanted to get him to bed.

We walked back to the hotel and once in the lobby I made my way to the lift, he stopped me and reminded me about the night cap. I told him that we should forget that and go to the room, we could order drinks in the room. He looked disappointed and when I asked him why he said he had hoped to watch me flirt some more with Andrejs. I was shocked at first but a little excited too. I again insisted that Andrejs wasn't interested in me in that way but Graham insisted we go and find out whether that was true or not. He had a mischievous smile on his face.

The bar was very quiet by now with only one other couple apart from us and so we took the same seats at the bar. Andrejs seemed pleased to see us and poured our drinks. We offered him a drink and he took a soft drink. He asked about our evening and the conversation again flowed with ease. I was woozy with the alcohol and made sure that I flirted outrageously, just to excite my husband. I leaned forward across the bar as I talked to Andrejs so that he had a good close view of my cleavage. 

I asked him if he had a girlfriend in the UK but he hadn't, he said that since coming here 9 months ago he had only worked with no time to have fun. We joked with him about 9 months without sex, and how hard that must be. Graham ordered more drinks and I asked him if he wanted to go back to the room now, he told me we should finish these drinks first.

The other couple got up and left and Andrejs went over to clear their table, I move around on my bar stool to watch him and deliberately let my dress ride up my thigh to reveal the top of my stocking and the suspender clip, I was shocked though when I felt Grahams hand pull the hem a little higher to reveal more of the silky white flesh of my thigh. Andrejs walked back to the bar with the glasses and stood next to me, he glanced at my exposure and I saw him smile, a little unsure and nervous, but a nice warm smile, I shuffled on the bar stool and pulled the dress back down to a more modest position.

Graham asked him when he finished work, he told us that he would finish when we left, he didn't expect any more customers coming in now. Graham then shocked me totally by asking him if he would like to join us in our room for a drink. He thanked Graham and said that he would have loved to but it was strictly against the rules. Graham looked really disappointed again and said it was a shame, he excused himself to go the bathroom.

I was left alone with Andrejs and he asked me if I was ok with what Graham had asked, after all it was our anniversary night. I assured him that I would have loved him to come to our room for a drink and chat, I reached over the bar to touch his arm as I spoke. He looked torn and I told him that rules were there to be broken and that we would never tell a soul. He laughed and said OK and that he would join us after clearing up and bring up some drinks. I gave him our spare key and went to meet Graham as he returned. 

Graham asked where I was going and I told him it was time to go back to the room. Once again he looked really disappointed, waved a farewell across at Andrejs and took my hand. We walked to the lift. 

In the lift I took him in my arms and kissed him hard holding him close, he responded and we were still locked in our embrace as the doors opened at our floor. We staggered to our room still kissing and closed the door behind us. 

Immediately my husband pulled me close and pulled down the zipper on my dress.... I pulled away and told him that maybe he shouldn't. He looked really puzzled so I explained to him that in his absence I had used all my feminine charm and that Andrejs would be up here in a minute to join us.It might not be a good idea to take off my dress. He smiled but continued to unzip the dress. 

He pulled it down and I stepped out of it, now standing only in my basque, thong, stockings and heels. I asked him if he was sure about this and he told me he had never been more sure about anything, remember he wanted it to be a night for us both to remember.

There was a tap on the door, I suddenly became nervous, and froze. The door opened , I had forgotten he had the key and he quickly walked in and closed the door behind him, scared he would be seen. 

It was only then when he turned to face us that he realised I was standing with Graham in only my underwear. He began to make for the door apologising, Graham stopped him saying everything was fine, Graham put the chain on the door and pushed the latch across. Suddenly I realised I was in a locked hotel room in my underwear with my husband and a total stranger, a stranger 16 years my junior. 

Andrejs looked confused as if needing an explanation.... my husband quickly provided it.

"Andrejs, I am offering you an opportunity to help me fulfill one of my beautiful wife's fantasies, if you are up for it and find her attractive, I'm offering her to you .... you will be my anniversary gift to her..I want you to make love to her. I ... I mean .... we, both want this more than anything, we really like you, she fancies you like mad and we would be honored to share this experience with you."

He went on to say that he was totally straight so Andrejs need have no fears on that count but that as the evening progressed he hope Andrejs would let him join in.

At first Andrejs was in total shock, he explained that he had never done anything like this before and it was unexpected , he then told me how much he was attracted to me and how stunning I looked standing there in my underwear, he found older women very sexy and although he had never been with a woman of my age the idea was very erotic, no man could refuse such an offer.

Before I could even take in what was happening Graham had taken me by the hand and placed my hand in Andrejs " Take her Andrejs ..... she's yours....make her feel good".

Andrejs took my hand and looked at me for reassurance, I smiled at him and he took me in his arms , we kissed softly at first but with growing intensity and passion, Graham just sat on the leather sofa looking on contented.

I began to unbutton his shirt and ran my hands over his chest, he was gorgeous, so fit and lean, a real hunk of a man, I kissed his chest as he ran his fingers through my hair pulling my head onto him. Before long his shirt was discarded and I was all over him, massaging, kissing, licking his nipples running my fingernails down his back. He was running his hands over my body too, over the silk basque, squeezing my ass, running his hands over my thighs. For ages we just kissed and explored while my husband looked on. This was exactly my fantasy, but this was no fantasy it was real and I was in heaven.

We broke off to take some drinks and while I sipped my drink Graham kneeled before me to unclasp the suspenders from my stockings and unfasten the clips of the basque. He then led me to the bedroom and sat me on the edge of the bed. With Andrejs watching he removed my heels and slowly peeled the stockings from my legs , he then beckoned Andrejs over and told him to remove my basque. Andrejs kissed me again and released the final few fastenings, slowly pulling off the basque to reveal my naked breasts. 

Graham leaned across to kiss my right breast and began sucking on the nipple while Andrejs kissed my mouth again and fondled my left breast with his powerful hand, a strangers hand on my naked breast. My heart was pounding, it was so surreal, like a dream and I was overwhelmed with intense feelings of pleasure as they both simultaneously took their pleasure from my body.

Eventually Graham broke away from my nipple and left us alone again. Andrejs pulled me up off the bed and I stood before him in just my thong. We embraced once more and kissed, our hands roaming each others bodies. I kissed his young face, his neck, his shoulders and his chest. I dropped to my knees in front of him and began to unbuckle his belt I kept looking up at him and he just smiled back as I fumbled with the button and zipper of his trousers. 

Finally I had the trousers undone and with my heart in my mouth, I hooked my fingers in the waistband pulling them down , making sure I took his boxers down with them, I came face to face with his cock..... it was beautiful, fully erect and so hard and thick , just inches from my face. 

He stepped out of his trousers as I took his manhood in my hand and began to stroke it. It felt warm in my hand, I really couldn't believe I was holding a strangers cock in front of my husband, it was just like a dream. I glanced across at my husband to see he also had undressed and was naked... twice the age of the man in front of me, the contrast quite noticeable. 

Andrejs was playing with my hair as I stroked him, it felt so nice and natural. Finally I gently pulled back his foreskin, reached out with my tongue and ran it slowly around the swollen head of Andrejs beautiful cock, it tasted divine, he moaned for the the first time. He now had his hands either side of my head holding me firmly in position, I cupped his heavy balls and wrapped my lips around the head of his cock. I looked up at him signalling approval and he simply pulled my head onto him so that I was forced to take him in my mouth. 

He now began thrusting in and out of my mouth . I sucked hard on his shaft as he did so, flicking my tongue around the tip , it felt amazing. Graham was suddenly kneeling behind me with his hands around me fondling my breasts and nipples as Andrejs continued to fuck my mouth. 

Soon his moans were louder and more frequent, he warned me he was about to cum and tried to pull out, but I grabbed his ass tightly and pulled him deep into my mouth so that he knew I didn't want him to withdraw. I felt him tense, his buttocks tightened beneath my soft hands and with my husband holding my breasts and pinching my nipples, Andrejs exploded in my mouth shooting his cum straight down my throat.

He held my head firmly while I swallowed and until his orgasm subsided, I sucked the remaining drops from him before he slipped out of my mouth. I wiped my mouth of Andrejs cum and Graham let me go and led me to the bed, he tenderly lay me down. 

Andrejs looked me laying there and mouthed the words "Thank You" before leaning forwards over me , he hooked his fingers in the waistband of my thong pulling it off in one swift movement. 

He began kissing and sucking my toes and I just lay back eyes closed to enjoy the sensations he was providing for me. Graham sat alongside me holding my hand and caressing my face and hair as Andrejs kissed and licked his way up my legs. 

I parted my legs to give him better access to my inner thighs and to my pussy. Soon I felt his warm breath on my pussy and I gasped, My husband kissed my mouth and I was conscious he may even taste the remnants of Andrejs climax on my lips and tongue but he didn't seem concerned.

Suddenly I felt the tip of Andrejs tongue on my labia and he began to massage them with his tongue, from top to bottom, side to side and expertly circling my clitoris. I moved with him moaning with pleasure. He was licking harder and faster from my clit to my anus. The feelings were intense. 




My Anniversary Surprise



I felt him suddenly part my labia with his tongue and push it into me, flicking it around inside me. I released Graham and reached down to grab Andrejs head and began to fuck his face, very soon I was bucking on him as my orgasm peaked and I pushed hard against his mouth as I screamed in ecstasy at the orgasm ripping through me.

I held his head against me while my climax subsided, I felt him planting soft kisses on my pussy and gently licking the juices from me, it felt so wonderful, I was so sensitive down there after my orgasm, but he knew exactly how much pressure to apply, he was so good. 

Eventually he lifted his head and climbed on top of me, I saw immediately he was rock hard again.

I looked at Graham suddenly fearful, but I knew what was going to happen and I also knew that I didn't want to stop it happening. He was now right above me and he reached down to position his cock.

He looked first at me then at Graham as if asking for permission, we knew he had no condom, nor did we, and for a brief moment there was silence and stillness. It was probably only seconds although seemed longer. 

When he saw there was no attempt at resistance from either of us he rubbed the head of his cock up and down my wet pussy to lubricate it with my juices, he gently pushed the head of his penis between my lips and then plunged it deep into my vagina in one powerful thrust.

I gasped in a strange mixture of pain and pleasure, then wrapped my legs tightly around him as he began to fuck me. Oh my god he fucked me really hard, I don't know what sort of fucking I was expecting from Andrejs, I hadn't even had time to consider that. He was young, strong, powerful and wow could he fuck. 

It was 20 years since I had felt another mans cock inside me and I couldn't believe what was happening to me. He felt so big inside me, his cock was thicker than Grahams and he stretched me increasing the pleasurable sensations. He pounded my body like a powerful animal and like I'd never been fucked before and I responded to his passion, moving with him. 

Suddenly and quite without warning a massive orgasm ripped through me, but he never missed a stroke... I was screaming now, with pain as well as pleasure because it was hurting me a bit. He was fucking me so hard, but I wanted it and more, I came again and again. 

His stamina was amazing and he just fucked me for ages as I rode wave after wave of climaxes eventually he pushed really deep into me and I dug my nails into his back in response, the sharp pain must have triggered his orgasm , because he screamed and forced himself into me one last time and began pumping his seed into my womb. 

I squeezed his cock tightly inside my pussy to milk every last drop and felt his thick cock pulsate as it shot jets of his cum hitting me deep and I just hung on to him for dear life as I climaxed as well......

He fell on top of me and we lay like that for a while, out of breath, exhausted , I looked over at Graham, my husband, I was laughing nervously, he was smiling and himself had a powerful erection, I beckoned him over and gently pushed Andrejs up off me. He dismounted me his softening cock slipped out of my soaking pussy, dribbles of his cum trickled out.

As soon as he was off me Graham took his place and entered me easily I was so stretched and full of juices. My husband was slower and more gentle as he made love to me. It felt amazing to feel the second man inside me so quickly.

Andrejs came to sit by me as my husband fucked me and I held him as he touched my breasts and fondled me, we kissed long and slow and I was still locked in a passionate kiss with my young lover as my husband reached his climax and pumped his cum to mix with Andrejs deep in my body.

"Happy Anniversary Sarah."

As Graham pulled out of his wife's well used pussy he looked at Andrejs and thanked him for giving his wife so much pleasure. Andrejs said it was probably the best experience of his life. 

I looked at Graham, smiling, totally satisfied and flushed...... "Can we book the room for another night?"

"Yes Sarah, of course we can, if that's what you want." 



My Annual Doctor Appointment



Time for my yearly check up with Dr Woods? Now I love my doctor, I have been seeing him for several years. There has never been anything sexual with us, but, I have caught him staring at me at times. Any woman would know how that is when a man looks at them a certain way. I also know any woman would love to be his patient! He is 6 foot 2, brown eyes, and silky wavy brown hair that you would love to just run your fingers through! Muscular with 6-pack abs. I've heard many women talk about him, but none I knew conquered him yet.

This appointment was going to be different, I was making my husband go as punishment for what he done a few days ago. I had gone with him for his appointment, and he embarrassed the heck out of me! My husband and Dr Woods are buddies since high school and could nearly pass as twins? My husband went a little overboard at his visit discussing our sex life with Dr Woods! I was ready to kill him, and I also saw Dr Woods looking at me in a different way then normal? So as punishment, he was going to witness this exam! But little did I know, that was already in the plans. I was in my gown and on the table waiting when Dr Woods came in. HE shut the door behind him and I heard it click? He and my husband exchanged a quick look that I really didn't understand? 

"Where's your nurse?" I asked.

Dr Woods replied "She had to leave early, I thought that would be ok since your husband was going to be in the room?"

I said "Sure, I guess so?"

I laid down on my back and put my feet in the stirrups, and was ready to get this over with for another year!

Dr Woods seen my clean shaved cunt and commented "I see you keep yourself well groomed!"

Without thinking I blurted out! "Yeah! I always want to be ready!" 

Oh stupid me!! Why would I say that?? HE then looked up and looked me in the eyes and just smiled at me!

A smile most women would have killed for! 

Then he said, "Just close your eyes and relax!"

He had my husband come over and hold my hand. With my husband holding my hand and by my side, my eyes closed, he began. 

I tfelt different, usually it was cold with lots of gel? What he was putting up in me was warm, soft, gentle and moving around in all the right places? By this time my husband was stroking my hair? I still had my eyes closed. Then I felt something more up in me? It felt so good, so warm, but it was on my clitoris? It startled me, I must have jumped a little? My husband whispered, "It's ok, just go with it, doesn't it feel good?"

At that moment I realized it was Dr Woods' tongue tickling my clitoris, and my husband saying it was ok?

Wow! A dream cum true! 

I was going to make the most of this!

I reached down to touch his soft wavy hair, and run my fingers through it, another dream cum true! 

HE was good with his tongue! And was really getting into it. Just thinking about it I had my first orgasm. Between the doctor and my husband they both licked me until my juices were flowing and dripping from all the enjoyment. I opened my eyes and saw them both with my cunt juice dripping from their chins. They were begging for more, and who was I to deny them of this? So we all three went to the sleep study room that had a king size bed in it, which was much more comfortable! They both picked me up and gently placed me in the middle of the bed. Just like I was a queen, or a prize! I watched them both undress. Their bodies were very similar, muscular and in good shape, but when I looked at Dr Woods' cock, I was in shock! It was at least 10 inches, my husband is about 7. I got all excited just thinking about both of them inside me! And was already starting to cum again. They noticed and both went between my legs and started sucking and licking me until I scream from another orgasm!! It was so good!!

I guess they loved my cum juice, they wanted more. So I told them to earn it. 

My husband put his fully erected cock to my lips and I started sucking on the head of his hard cock. I could taste his so familiar pre-cum in my mouth. It was always so good. I wanted to taste the doctor's big hard cock, so I told him. So while my husband shoved his hard cock into my cunt and began fucking me, I began sucking on that 10 inch monster cock. I ran my tongue up and down it! It tasted so good, so sweet, almost like candy! I begin to see how much I could put into my mouth. My husband was fucking me so hard I began to cum again, as if on cue, they both got between my legs started licking me again until I cum! 

The doctor pulled himself up and slide his massive cock into my cunt! Slowly at first, he knew I wasn't use to such a big one. He finally hit bottom and it felt so good. We were rocking to our own rhythm, and I could tell he was about to blow! Just then my husband told him to turn over with me on top of him! I knew what was cumming, my husband and I enjoy anal a lot, but never like this! I was so juicy and turned on, I could feel my husband climbing on. His cock was well lubed and slowly put the head in my ass as the doctor continued to fuck me in rhythm as all 7 inches of the best cock ever entered completely into my ass!! IT wasn't long before my husband was beating to my rhythm. I was sandwiched in between and it felt so exhilarating. I was on cloud nine with the doctor kissing my lips and my husband kissing the back of my neck. We all cum at the same time. It was great. I can't wait for my next appointment!!



My Anonymous Submission



My name is Marley. I am 22 years old and not quite a year out of college. I live just south of Chicago, have a good job, good friends and a boyfriend I love very much. So why did I take all my vacation days in January, ride a smelly bus for over 40 hours to Las Vegas and find myself alone in a hotel suite blindfolded with my hands and ankles cuffed waiting for a woman I have never seen, let alone met? Well it all started on Halloween last year. Looking back, if I had not had that stupid fight with my boyfriend over what costume to wear, none of this would have ever happened. But sometimes accidents change our lives for the better.

We had plans to go to a Halloween party and we had trouble picking out a couples costume. It was stupid that we each had our own ideas what to go as and neither of us was willing to budge. We ended up having a huge fight and actually broke up for a few days. But that isn't important right now.

What is important was instead of staying home to mope, I showered and dolled myself up and still went to a bar with a couple of girlfriends. The place was a meat market (my girlfriends were trolling for a hookup) and was having a costume contest with first prize being $500.

You may anticipate my story begins with a poorly chosen one-night stand to soothe the heartache of breaking up with my boyfriend, but you would be wrong. I am an emotionally strong woman and if he didn't want me, I wasn't going to lose my head over him. I went to the bar mostly to support my friends who had visions of winning the costume contest. I ended up wearing a store bought catwoman costume because wearing half of a couples costume seemed stupid. I looked good, but I had no illusions of winning the contest. There were plenty of people who put a lot of effort into their costumes and I was sure one of them would be chosen.

I was having fun at the bar. There was plenty of drinking and dancing. Single guys were hitting on me, but again, I preferred not to be a casual hook up so I brushed them off. They did help my ego though. Then a couple walked in that I was sure would win the contest. Actually it was a threesome. It was what would best be described as a dominant couple (I knew a bit about "the scene" from reading Fifty Shades of Gray) along with their slavegirl. The couple was wearing all leather. The woman had on a short leather skirt, fishnet stockings, thigh high boots and a bustier displaying her ample breasts. The man had leather pants, a leather vest that was unbuttoned showing off a firm, muscular chest and also wore boots. It was their slave that really caught my eye. She was wearing, well, not much at all. Like her Mistress she had on fishnet stockings, but instead of boots she had on fuck me pumps with four-inch heels. She had on a micro mini skirt so short it showed off the clips on her garter belt. I wondered if she had on anything underneath. That was a weird thought for me because I'd never given what other women wear any consideration. But she enthralled me. Her breasts were covered by what appeared to be black tape wrapped around her chest a few times. She also wore a thick leather collar. It had a chain attached that the man was holding. It seemed like the entire bar stopped when they walked in. Although the party had an air of sex, nobody was a blatant as these three people. That is why I was sure they would win the contest.

I wished I had the courage to go and talk to them. They kept to themselves mostly at a table along the wall. I watched them discretely until the man unclipped his slave's collar. She walked toward the bathroom. Something made me follow her. There was a line to get in the bathroom and fortunately I ended up standing next to her while we waited our turn. I finally worked up enough courage to talk to her.

"I love your costume," I told her trying to sound friendly.

"Oh, thank you," she replied. "But it really isn't a costume."

I must have looked dumbstruck so she explained.

"I dress like this most weekends, but usually we don't go to a bar not in the scene. Master and Mistress like to go to places more friendly to us."

"What does that mean?" I asked her. "Everyone here seems friendly."

"Master and Mistress like to show me off in ways that wouldn't fly here," she replied. Unfortunately the bathroom door opened and she disappeared before I could press her further. When the next person left and it was my turn in the bathroom, I couldn't tell which stall she was in so it wasn't practical to continue our conversation. When I returned to my table, I noticed she was on the dance floor. She was moving with grace and beauty. She also oozed sexuality. Plenty of guys were checking her out and some of the girls on the floor looked jealous. I just sat back and watched. 

When it came time for the contest, her Master clipped her leash back onto her collar. Each person in the contest walked across the stage and was gauged by the applause they received. The threesome clearly was the winner although only two of them walked. My new friend crawled behind the couple as they tugged on her leash.

I tried to drink some more liquid courage so I could talk to the two dominants and learn more about this lifestyle their sub spoke about, but I just couldn't do it and soon after the contest they left the party. My friends were disappointed they had not won and a little while later they wanted to go home as well.

That night in bed, all I could think about when I tried to fall asleep was how the girl looked and how free she must feel to be able to subjugate herself to the couple in front of a hundred people. I didn't realize it at that moment, but visions of her and her couple would begin to haunt my dreams. I wish I had a way to contact them. I wanted to learn more about their lifestyle. My mind was drawn to it, even though I didn't know anything beyond what I had learned in a fiction novel. I decided like anything else, some research on the Internet was necessary.

The first thing I learned was that a lot of people absolutely hated Fifty Shades because they claimed it was not an accurate portrayal of the lifestyle and mostly glorified abuse. Having never experienced submission in real life I couldn't say one way or the other, but their criticism seemed reasonable. The second thing I found was a huge online community of people talking about the subject. I am always cautious about talking to people online because it is difficult to determine if someone is honest or full of shit. I found a group that seemed legit so I created a profile for myself. Since using my real name was out of the question, I chose Candie for my online persona because I am so sweet :)

Of course I was flooded with messages from guys claiming to be Doms hitting on me. Looking at their profiles, none of them appealed to me. I tried to stay just on the public message threads and not wade into too many private discussions. I figured I could lurk and learn safely. That was until I happened across the path of Mistress Q.

Some people you could sense were on the message board just for kicks or were not who they claimed to be. That was not the case of Mistress Q. She said she was from Los Angeles and clearly knew what she was talking about. I followed the advice she gave to both men and women, submissive or dominant. She obviously had a lot of experience. She seemed like the kind of person who could answer my questions. She had a lot of pictures on her profile, but none of them were of her. They were all her conquests, that is, people who had served her. She didn't seem to keep anyone for long. Apparently she was a use them and lose them kind of woman. Before I got up the courage to contact her, I did send messages to a couple of women and a couple of men who had hooked up with her. All four praised her and said they loved the time they spent together, however brief it was. The longest person to stick around was three months and was one of the women. The guys were shorter lasting from a weekend to a week. I wasn't too upset by this news since I had no intention of ever meeting her and even less interest in serving a woman. I pictured myself hooking up with a hot kinky guy. But any advice Mistress Q could give me would be helpful so I sent her an introductory private message. She didn't reply right away. I figured she wasn't interested in talking to me. Then a week later I got a message from her. It included the first of many commands she gave me and I got my first taste of actual submission.

"Dear Candie," the message started politely. "Thank you for your interest in my training program." I didn't realize I had shown interest in a training program. My message just asked if I could ask her a few questions.

"I do accept online submissives occasionally if they show aptitude, but I do not have a lot of spare time for fakes. If you wish to serve me I require several things from you before we begin. First, I want a selfie of you holding a piece of paper that says "Mistress Q" on it to prove you are the woman you claim to be."

I was not comfortable sending my picture around the Internet, but I understood why she would make that request. I'm sure there are plenty of guys living in their mom's basement who send her messages. At least she didn't say I had to be naked.

"After you send the picture," she continued, "I want you to write me a detailed history of your sex life. I want to know when you lost your virginity and how. How many partners have you had? Male, female or both together? How often do you masturbate and what do you think about to make you cum? How long have you thought about BDSM? What made you start thinking the lifestyle was for you? What is the kinkiest thing you have ever done? Tell me everything so I know I can work with you. You must never lie to me and I must believe you can tell me your darkest secrets. I'll know if you are not telling the truth."

I wasn't sure how she would know if I wasn't truthful since she had never met me, but somehow I believed she could. That was a message that would take me a long time to write. I would have to put some thought into it. Sending her that information was more intimate than what I had shared with any boyfriend. I wasn't sure if I could do it. Then when I read the last instruction in her message, I realized the letter was the least of my worries.

"My final requirement involves a phone call. You could still fake the picture and perhaps you are a great writer and could fool me. But you can't fake your voice. Tonight when you go to bed, I want you to masturbate. When you are about to orgasm, you must call me." She included a phone number. "Since you are two time zones ahead of me I probably will not pick up, so leave me a voicemail so I can hear you cum. If I do happen to be free and I pick up, don't cum until I give you permission. If you pass all these tests, I will consider taking you on as an online slave." The message was simply signed, "Q."

I read her message over and over. I felt flush. I just wanted to ask her a couple of questions but she expected me to follow her instructions and complete her tasks before she would talk to me. That certainly was not what I expected and not what I had experienced with the other people I chatted with on the board. Then I realized maybe Mistress Q was the first real dominant I had messaged. Maybe everyone else had been fakes and this was what a real person in the lifestyle would expect. Maybe she was the person from whom I really could learn. I set about to complete her tasks.

The picture was easy to take, but hard to send. Even though she didn't specify that I was to be naked, as would have been a reasonable request if she were testing my resolve to talk to her, I didn't want a clothed picture of me holding a sign with her name out in the open. I was not a lesbian, but anyone seeing the picture would think I preferred women. But I knew if I failed to have the courage to send it, I should not bother messaging her again, so trying to stifle my insecurities, I clicked send. It was done. Now I moved on to writing my personal sexual biography.

This turned out to be easier to write than I imagined. Once I got started, the text flowed out of me as I confessed my earliest sexual experiences and thoughts up to and including writing this biography. I gave her explicit details of what I thought about alone in bed when my boyfriend wasn't there to take care of me. I told her the nasty thoughts that helped me cum while my fingers danced on my clit and sadly that I had never had a three-way. I had to confess that most of the wild things I thought of to help me orgasm were just that. Thoughts. I had blow my boyfriend in the car and gave him a hand job once in the water at the beach, but except for some kinky chat, I was plain vanilla by most standards.

Calling her when I orgasmed would prove to be the most difficult task to complete. As protective as I felt about sharing my picture, sharing my voice in the throes of passion was even more difficult. My boyfriend ended up staying over that night so after he fell asleep I had to sneak away to the bathroom to play with myself. I had already sent the messages with the picture and biography so I knew Q would expect me to leave the voicemail soon after. It had already been a couple of hours so I hoped I wasn't too late. I was already wearing a baby doll nightie after being intimate with my boyfriend. He always sleeps well after her cums so I wanted to be sure to wear him out. I had not cum from his efforts because my mind was thinking on Mistress Q had her command not to cum until she could hear me. I wasn't sure what compelled me to worry about that as my boyfriend was fucking me, but I did.

Alone in the bathroom, I was prepared to carry out her final task. Maybe then she would answer my questions. I sat down on the toilet and slid my fingers into my panties. I was still damp from my boyfriend's attentions. From there it was a quick trip to arousal and lust as I thought back to the Halloween party and the slave girl. I imagined her being fucked from behind by her Master while her Mistress lay in front of her presenting her pussy for licking. I'd never wanted to lick another woman, but I could understand why the slave girl would enjoy it. Following Mistress' directions it seemed natural that if she wanted me to pleasure her, that I would do so. The slave girl didn't have to be gay (or bi) to bring her Mistress gratification. I rubbed my clit faster as in my fantasy my Master began fucking me harder and I began to alternate from licking my Mistress' pussy and begging her for permission to cum.

In only a matter of minutes, I felt myself on the edge of a climax. It wasn't one I was just going to fake for my boyfriend's ego satisfaction either. This was going to be a real one. By body ached for release. I dialed Mistress Q's number. I was conflicted whether I really wanted her to answer. I had accepted that I would let her hear me cum, but I wasn't sure if I wanted her to pick up and make me beg for it. For better or for worse, I got her voicemail. The outgoing message wasn't very long but I learned a couple of things from it. First was she had a low, lust-filled voice that excited me. Second she identified herself as Mistress Q and not by her real name. She must use this number to talk to many submissives I theorized. But that didn't matter. My body was prepared to crash into orgasm and as soon as I heard the beep to leave a message, I did.

I didn't have a quiet little happy orgasm. I had a monster yell and scream orgasm. I totally forgot I was on the phone. I had planned a little speech identifying who I was and thanking Mistress Q (I figured it was the thing to do) for permission to cum. I figured she would like that even though she had not really asked me to do so. But it didn't quite work out that way. I was lost in a fog of lust as waves of orgasm crashed over my body. I'm surprised I didn't drop the phone as my body convulsed and my fingers continued to rub my clit prolonging the desire. By the time I calmed down enough to get my wits back, the recording had stopped. Apparently I went on too long for Q's voicemail. I crawled back into bed wearing my soiled panties and fell fast asleep.

My boyfriend left early the next morning, as was his custom. Usually this would upset me, but today I didn't care. I quickly logged into the message board to see if Mistress Q had responded. She had but she didn't answer my questions. At least she did not answer directly. She did praise me for completing her tasks fully. She said most of the people she talks to screw up somewhere, but that I had been detailed, truthful and forthcoming. She also gave me some additional tasks. I was to photograph my clothes so she could pick out what I would wear today. I did that and followed her instructions on how to dress. I then sent her more questions.

Each time I asked her something, she would send me a task at least somewhat related to what I had asked. At first I didn't understand her method, but then I realized she was helping me live out my questions instead of just answering them. Along the way I began to find great satisfaction in completing her tasks and began to take pride in myself whenever she called me a "good girl" or "sweet baby." I would only masturbate on days that she told me to and always called her to leave her a voicemail of my climax. She seemed pleased when I started calling her multiple times per day. Then, as eventually I suppose it must happen, she picked up her phone right as I was about to cum. I immediately stopped masturbating (at her insistence) and listened to her instruct me exactly how she wanted me to touch myself. It was so much more exciting to masturbate completely under her control. I could have just rubbed my clit quickly and came, but instead she had me go slow and tease myself. She had me rub and then pinch my nipples. She even had me lick a finger and then push it into my ass. I had never done such things while talking on the phone and when she finally gave me permission to cum, I exploded into the best orgasm I ever had in my life. I was hooked on her.

The next night she called me. There was no question that I would stop what I was doing and follow her instructions. This time she had me strip down and get into the bathtub. I was excited just by the sound of her voice and the fact that I was doing a task for her live on the phone was just icing on the cake. She allowed me the pleasure of using warm water. She warned me that somebody she would use ice on my clit to control my excitement, but this time she just had me lay in the bathtub and direct the faucet to dispense between my legs.

I was allowed to use my free hand (the other held the phone) to stimulate my nipples, but at no time was I to touch my clit. The water allowed me to slide back and forth under the nozzle to vary where the stream of water hit me. I didn't keep it directly on my clit the entire time because I knew I would cum too quickly if I did that. Mistress Q obviously enjoyed hearing my passion sounds and was not in a hurry to give me relief. She definitely had a mean streak in her with regards to teasing me. Every man I had ever been with was concerned with his own orgasm first and never worried if he climaxed before I did. They were not concerned if I climaxed at all. Mistress Q was different. She made me work for my orgasm(s) but eventually I would be allowed to cum and they were always explosive.

Mistress Q slowly brought me into the lifestyle and in essence answered all my questions by letting me feel all the aspects of being a submissive. She taught me how to spank myself with a paddle she had me buy. She also had me buy restraints on Amazon as well as a rabbit vibrator. I teased myself for hours with that until she finally gave me permission to cum. By December I decided it was time we meet and that I finally experienced submission in real life. Unfortunately Mistress Q was not down for that plan. I pleaded with her to change her mind claiming I was ready to serve her in any way she desired. I even sent her a playful Christmas themed picture to try and convince her to meet me. Who could resist a present like that?




My Anonymous Submission



She countered with a very simple question.

"Do you know how to eat pussy?"

By this point in our relationship I was incapable of lying to her. Although she often had me fantasize about pleasuring a woman while she made me masturbate for her, I had not done so in real life.

"No Mistress," I replied in a dejected tone. "You know I have never done that."

"If I grant you an audience," she continued, "I expect that you will be able to pleasure me. What if you get here and are repulsed by the act. I will have wasted my time. There are plenty of other subbie girls trolling around guidance. Why should I meet you if you can not please me?"

"I'm sure I can pleasure you Mistress," I practically cried out. She didn't sound convinced. I was on the verge of tears when she offered an alternative. I could prove I was ready. I asked her what she meant.

"I will be in Las Vegas for a convention in five weeks she told me. That gives you eight Fridays and Saturdays to learn how to please a pussy. You will find eight different women and lick them to orgasm. They may pleasure you, but it is not a requirement and your rule about calling me before you orgasm remains in affect. They must take a picture of you between their legs for it to count. You may make arrangements to meet me at the Hard Rock Las Vegas and she gave me the dates. You may not fly to Vegas. You have to take the bus. I have plans for you on the bus as well. These are my rules to meeting me. You have ten seconds to decide.

You might think those conditions were enough to scare me off. After all, I am sure I could have found another Domme in Chicago or within a couple of hours travel. And since I'd never had sex with a woman, finding eight in a couple of weeks who didn't mind snapping a picture of myself between their legs could be a challenge. But I didn't care. I had become completely dependent on Mistress Q bringing me pleasure the last month and I was willing to do anything to meet her. Now I just needed to learn how to eat pussy and get some references to send back to Mistress. I also needed to figure out how to take the bus to Las Vegas and make hotel reservations.

It turns out Chicago has a large lesbian community, although I didn't know exactly how to start. In retrospect I should not have used a certain Internet list that will remain nameless, but at the time it seemed like a good idea. I decided honesty was the best policy and placed an ad in the W4W casual encounters listing exactly what I wanted and included a picture I hoped would spark interest.

"Young inexperienced female, kinky, wants to learn how to pleasure another woman. One time thing, no need to reciprocate."

The first thing I learned was that a lot of people would quickly respond to an ad. The second thing, after many rounds of email exchange, was that most of them were BS. As soon as I thought I found somebody that was right for me and asked for a phone number, they would disappear. Obviously they were guys masquerading as women, probably to get me to send them additional pictures. The second group of people who responded was couples. I had not considered meeting a couple. As I told you before I don't just jump into bed with a guy. It was bad enough Mistress had commanded me to jump into bed with a woman. The thought of doing both at the same time was not appealing. But then I got a message from a guy who said his sub wife has fantasized about being with a woman for a while, but had never gotten up the courage to actually do it. He told me he would not participate if I didn't want him to, but perhaps the two of us could learn about girl/girl sex together. I would have dismissed him if he had not included a picture.

She looked remarkably pure and innocent given that her husband had bound her and was holding a vibe against her. Without any other good leads and time running short to set something up for this weekend, I returned his email while praying he was legitimate. He responded with a phone number and we set a time for me to call when his wife would be home so I could confirm she was OK with the plan. That Friday night I got my nerves under control and went to their house.

Lacking specific direction from Mistress Q for my attire (this was a little strange as she had basically been dressing me for weeks) I chose to wear a corset and just threw on a blouse and skirt combo over it. I figured I would look normal driving over to meet them and could lose the outerwear and become kinky in just a few moments when I arrived.

Sue and Thomas turned out to be very nice. Thomas especially made me feel welcome and reiterated that he would only participate if I requested it. That made me happy. I told them that I was really just there to learn how to eat Sue's pussy. Sue was squirming a bit as she stood next to me and finally said she hoped she could return the favor. I think she was as nervous as I. Thomas said he had a way to solve that problem. He told Sue to get the rope and the Hitachi. I didn't know what a Hitachi was but when she returned I recognized it from the picture. He quickly tied Sue's arms above her head through some eyebolts in their bedroom ceiling. She looked very much like she did in the picture they had sent me. Only this time instead of holding the Hitachi himself, he handed it to me.

As I said I had not been with a lot of men in my life and I certainly never used a vibrator that plugged into the wall. But I enjoyed using the Hitachi on her. She began moaning and squirming almost immediately after I touched it to her defenseless pussy. After just a few minutes, I could tell she was ready to climax. It was then Thomas (who I forgotten all about as he was standing behind me watching) suggested I turn off the vibe and lick her pussy. That was what I was here for, so I followed his suggestion. Sue went wild. 

I'm not sure I learned a lot about how to properly eat a pussy by the way Sue was grinding hers on my face trying to get off after I turned off the Hitachi. But it sure was fun. I think it was her struggles in the ropes that excited me the most because she couldn't just reach down and rub herself. She was dependent on me to provide the means for her to climax. If I backed up, she would be stuck without a way to stimulate herself. It was clear I didn't have Mistress Q's tease gene though, because I never considered doing that. I stuck my tongue out and tried to lick her clit as best I could while she continued trying to hump me. I didn't have a frame of reference, but I didn't think that was the normal way to eat pussy.

With a shriek she climaxed and I got my first taste of girl-cum. I liked it. Sue was spent and was hanging prostrate from the ropes recovering. I turned to look at Thomas. He had his cock out of his pants in his hand stroking it. "She'll be out for a little while. I'm sure she would love to eat your pussy, especially if it had a load of cum in it."

I wasn't about to risk him getting me pregnant so his wife could eat a creampie out of me. I thanked them for their time and started getting dressed. Thomas walked out of the room and returned with a business card. 

"This is a friend of ours who might be more what you are looking for," she said handing me the card. The card had the name of a law firm downtown and listed one fo the partners (Cheryl) as the contact. "Just tell her Thomas and Sue sent you."

I was about to leave when I remembered the need to send Mistress a picture. I asked Thomas to snap one of me between his wife's legs with my phone. He was happy to help. I got back on my knees. I suppose the picture looked dirtier since I was in my fancy blouse now instead of my bedroom clothes. I had not planned that, but it worked out. After he handed me my phone back, Thomas began stroking his cock again. "I'm going to fuck her if you want to stay and watch," he told me. I admit that was more tempting than having him fuck me, but I declined. I wanted to send the picture to Mistress and also contact Cheryl.

Mistress Q was pleased with the picture, but also agreed with my assessment that I probably didn't learn too much. Still she gave me credit for one of eight experiences. I told her about Cheryl and that Thomas recommended her. I also told Mistress that I had already sent an email to her telling her that Thomas thought she and I would be good together. Mistress praised my initiative and told me to keep her informed. 

Cheryl replied a few hours later. She was upfront with me that she was an escort for discrete, generous, men but that after a "date" she liked to relax with a woman because the men, by in large, could not please her. I asked her if she charged the women as well. I didn't say it, but I wasn't willing to hire a prostitute to fulfill my task. She replied that she didn't expect payment, unless it was a real date. She did escort women on occasion and for that she expected to get paid, but we met just because she needed to get off, it was strictly casual and nsa. I asked her what nsa meant and she told me "no strings attached."

That sounded good to me. I explained my situation and that I had to become an expert cunniliquist within a couple weeks. She told me she had a date tomorrow night and if history repeated itself, she probably would need some "help winding down" after it. She also told me she didn't mind inexperienced girls and that she would be happy to "teach me to do it right." She also told me that she thought my situation was hot. I told her to call me no matter what time it was her date finished.

It wasn't the first time I had sat by the phone waiting for someone to call. Only this time it was a hooker instead of a boy. The irony of how far I'd come since Halloween was not lost on me. It was late, after midnight, when my phone rang. It was Cheryl and she asked if I was still interested in some oral lessons. I said yes and she chuckled. "Well then school is going to be back in session," she quipped. I didn't understand the reference. She asked for my address and told me she would be there in about 20 minutes. When I opened the door, I understood why she was talking about school. Almost apologetically she told me her client "loved being the inappropriate schoolmaster." As a result, she always had to dress up as a naughty schoolgirl" when they did a session.

I didn't care why she was dressed that way. She was hot. And for the next hour, she was mine. Free of charge. Cheryl was very up front that she'd spent the last three hours taking care of her date and now she wanted someone to take care of her. She sat down on my living room couch and spread her legs. I knelt down in front of her. Cheryl's plaid school skirt was short so it was easy for me to reach under it and grab her thong. As I pulled it off, she suggested I remove her skirt as well. I was happy to do so.

She knew I was a novice and was happy to teach me the proper way to eat a pussy. At least she got me on the way. She also took pity on me and shared the names and numbers with some of her female friends to help me on my quest. Cheryl explained that she was actually the submissive pet to a Mistress (I would not have guessed that because she didn't act like what I perceived to be the submissive stereotype) and that she got into hooking because her Mistress shared her with a couple of male friends and things spiraled out of control from there. She told me she understood the need to serve a powerful woman and the willingness to do anything to please her. She said that just like me, the women she gave me were her guilty pleasures she used to melt away the feelings of being with a John. The list was lengthy. If most of the women would play along, I'd have Mistress Q's task complete in no time. And I'd learn the proper way to please a woman so Mistress Q would keep me when we finally met. I set upon my quest. Over the next couple of weeks I had "dates" with most of Cheryl's list. Each one taught me another key component to becoming an expert pussy pleaser. Some were technical lessons about the physical act but most we emotional lessons of how to get off her mind before you get off her body.

Lesson number one - Tell her she is beautiful and mean it.

Bunny was my first tutor from Cheryl's list. When I called her she was eager to help. She led me to her bedroom and then told me to wait while she changed. Apparently her husband had lost interest in the bedroom a while ago. She needed reassuring that she was still desirable. She also got me off repeatedly. Needless to say I appreciated her efforts.

Lesson number two - Stop and appreciate her unique flower.

Allyson was next. She was also married, although she didn't complain about her husband. She was bisexual and enjoyed the company of women from time to time. She was the third pussy I had ever pleased and I started to realize they were not all the same. Her pussy was shaped a little differently than Bunny's and her labium was definitely different than Cheryl's. Her clit was bigger too I noticed. I actually mentioned this to her and she told me I should celebrate the uniqueness of any woman I was with. No two pussies are exactly alike.

Lesson Three - Women are verbal love makers. Talk to her pussy.

Faith taught me two things. I'd never heard the term pillow princess, but she definitely was one. She didn't care about sharing the details of her life with me. She just wanted to lay back and let me pleasure her. She also had no interest in reciprocating to get me off. But as hands off as she wanted to be, she expected me to be very active. She wanted me to describe what I was doing, to tell her she was beautiful over and over (see lesson one) and most importantly, to talk about her pussy. It was weird at first. I mean, who talks to a pussy? But it turns out, it was an important factor in her being able to orgasm. I told her pussy it was pretty and how I loved the shape of it and how well it reacted to my fingers and tongue. I complemented her clit for getting so hard and then for peeking out of its hood so I could lick and rub it. The more I talked, the more excited she became. I knew she had a lot of experience with women and I wished she would eat me after I got her off several times, but that wasn't her gig. As I left I wasn't sure if I would want to return given the chance. She was beautiful and her pussy was lovely, but I need at least some mutual participation. On a side note, she did call me two weeks later because she was horny and I did visit her again. Like the time before she just lay back and let me service her. It didn't count toward my task (Mistress Q specified eight different women) but I figured practice makes perfect.

Lesson Four - Lick her outer lips, inner lips and find her clit.

Pauline was definitely ready for me when I arrived. She had sent me a text that her front door would be unlocked and I should just come in. She was waiting for me on her couch. She was already undressed and looked so sexy in her stockings and heels. It was apparent that a lot of Cheryl's clients were older women with successful but inattentive husbands. Pauline taught me an important lesson that her husband never learned. She had a small clit, but that didn't mean she had any less capacity for having a big orgasm. It just meant I had to work for it a little harder. She showed me the proper way to turn her on. Basically I had to lick all over her pussy and then manually spread her lips apart and lick her inner lips. Her clit was hidden under what I perceived as more skin than usual at the top of her pussy. When she was aroused, it just barely peeked out. But boy was it sensitive. Once I did expose it and give it some attention, she became a wild woman. Lesson learned.

Lesson Five - Make sure your fingers are wet.

Lois was younger than the other women I met so far through Cheryl. But like the others, she knew what she enjoyed. She wanted to make out with me until her juices got flowing and then she wanted me to finger her. We were sitting next to each other and she took my hand and put my fingers in her mouth and sucked them before guiding me down to her pussy. She warned me never to rub a woman's clit with a dry finger, as it can be painful. That wasn't a problem because before she let me do that, she had me rubbing her pussy, which is flowing like a river. I was fingering her, but Lois held my hand directing the action all the way. I never did eat her, although she graciously let me pose with my face in her pussy to snap a picture for Mistress Q.

Lesson Six - Tease her and go slowly

Randi was another woman who left her door unlocked for me so when I walked in I found her sitting on the couch ready for me. There was something about the way she was looking at me when I walked in the door that made me really want to please her. I was a bit overzealous (thinking I knew everything already) and went way to fast with her. At first she was very disappointed and her body language told me she was going to send me away. But after I apologized and told her I was still a novice, she taught me about going very slow with a woman and letting her arousal build. I thought back to how Mistress Q would instruct me online taking her time and bringing me higher and higher until she finally would allow me to cum. This wasn't quite the same because I wanted Randi to cum and as many times as possible. But Randi's lesson was well learned and I stimulated other erogenous zones (inner thigh, nipples, ears, neck) for a long time before I finally went down on her. Even then, for a long time I just grazed her labia with my tongue and then I would move away or maybe give her thigh another kiss. It drove her wild.

Lesson Seven - Play with Her

Terri taught me about teasing her pussy more directly compared to Randi. Of course she had beautiful nipples and nibbling on her neck and ear worked wonders to turn her into a purring kitten, but she liked having me bury my face in her bush without directly licking her slit. She pulled me tightly against her and rubbed my face back and forth across her pussy. It didn't take long before I could smell her arousal and feel the moisture against my face. When she let go of my head, I just gave her butterfly kisses on her slit and a light little lick teasing her without putting too much pressure on her pussy. I did this for maybe a minute before her desire for something more forceful had her bucking her hips up from the chair trying to get her pussy pressed back against my face. But I just moved my face back a bit. She responded by thrusting her hips more forcefully. I continued to tease her this way for a few seconds until she decided she had enough and grabbed my head again. This time instead of rubbing my face back and forth over her pussy, she pulled me straight in for me to go to work on her. She was a quick cummer and fortunately for me, multi-orgasmic. She was also nice enough to return the favor using the same technique (minus me pulling her head, I didn't need to do that) to bring me off several times in appreciation for my efforts pleasuring her.

Lesson Eight - Kiss her gently at first, then harder

Geri continued my education about going slowly at first to allow her arousal to build organically before working more forcefully to bring her off. After I had done my duty and made her cum, she worked on me enough to get me very close and then brought me into the bathroom. Normally I would not have done this, but I really needed to cum and she indicated following her was the only way that was going to happen. He had a very demanding personality and my submissive side was obvious to her. She had me sit on the cold tile floor and masturbate myself the rest of the way to the orgasm she had built for me. She was standing over me in a very superior position watching me. I felt like a naughty girl who had been caught by her mother playing with herself. Only I didn't stop. When I started to cum, she started pissing on me. Later that night I would feel disgusted by what she did, but in the moment and in the throes of a mid-grade orgasm, the warm splash of her intimate liquid did help extend the length of my climax. Even when she ordered me to clean her pussy after she pissed I didn't resist. Urinating on me apparently aroused her again because she rode my face as her piss dripped off me onto the floor until she came again. She didn't let me shower. I had to drive home reeking of her urine. Maybe that is why I was so repulsed after the fact.




My Anonymous Submission



Lesson Nine - Tounge Fuck Her

Edith taught me there was more than one way to eat a pussy. She didn't care for gentle or even forceful licks along her slit or on her clit. She wanted me to stick my tongue out and hold it firmly like a tiny dick. She told me to push my tongue in and out of her pussy teasing her until her clit finally started to emerge from the clitoral hood. When it was just barely peeking out, she told me to lick it. This caused it to swell more and expose itself more fully. From there, I knew what to do. She wanted to pay me for my services, but I assured her Mistress Q's pussy selfie was all I required. She did not return the favor using the technique on me, but I made a mental note to have a woman try it when I found one who wanted to go down on me.

Lesson Ten - Work her tip of the iceberg

Donna was not the woman I should ask to tongue fuck me. I could sense that immediately. Like Edith she was interested only in having me pleasure her. Like Geri, my actions were more like serving her as Donna had a dominant personality as well. Not that I minded. Donna also liked starting slowly (see lesson six) but instead of her neck and ears, she was really into breast play. Her tits were magnificent she demanded I pay tribute to them. I loved burying my face in them, squeezing them and spent probably a half an hour suckling her nipples like I was a baby feeding on momma's milk. After giving her breasts the worship she demanded, she taught me a new technique to work her clit. She was not interested in me licking the length of her slit. She told me just to part her pussy and flick my tongue on her clit. She began to shudder almost immediately. It also made her clit stand up tall and proud. She had the largest clit of any of the women I had been with. I continued to lick it, more forcefully now, and she continued to tremble. All of a sudden she shouted out, "Make an O with your mouth and suck my clit as hard as you can." 

That seemed like a reasonable request so I did. Her positive reaction was immediate. She was moaning and started to thrust her hips in the air. I broke off and moved my head out of the way. That was a mistake. She yelled for me to "latch back on" and to just "hang on." She was like a bucking bronco and it was all I could do to keep sucking, but it was a valuable lesson on a new and very successful technique. She kicked me out soon after and I had to masturbate in the car before my head would clear enough to be safe to drive home.

Lesson Eleven - Finger fuck her with two fingers

Cammy reinforced something I think I already knew. One finger in my pussy when I masturbated was not enough and if I tried three it was too much. But two was just right. Of course when I masturbated I couldn't lick or suck my clit at the same time. But that was exactly what Cammy wanted. Similar to Donna, she wanted me to seal my lips around her clit and started sucking as hard as I could. But unlike Donna she also wanted me to finger fuck her at the same time. Again, I probably should have know the result ahead of time because I knew how sensitive the tissue at the roof of my pussy is when a nice cock is hitting it. But combining that stimulation with the sucking action on the clit, must be amazing. At least that is what I thought based on Cammy's reactions. At first she had me going slow with my fingers but it didn't take long before she was calling for faster thrusts with them until finally I was pounding her with all my strength. Unlike the last few women I had been with, Cammy was very willing to let me experience both stimulations after she had her climax. In fact she insisted on it. I had been prepared to snap my picture and go. But she told me I couldn't get my required evidence without letting her eat me first. She didn't have to ask twice. Note to self, being fingered while a hot chick sucks your clit works wonders. She told me if I came back she would teach me how to squirt. I just may have to do that before my trip.

Lesson Twelve - Get to know her orgasm

Bridgett was special. She was the only woman I met who was not bisexual. She was a lesbian, although she didn't hold it against me that I liked cock. She did say once I had her, cock wouldn't matter to me anymore. That sounded like a challenge and one I wanted to accept. Bridgett spent more time on teaching me about the female body and its response to stimulation and orgasm than the last eleven women combined. She was more in tuned with her needs, how to satisfy them and how to make her partner feel loved even though we had just met. She also wasn't as loud or demonstrative when she came compared to the others. I had to learn her subtle signs to know if I was pleasing her. She was a fabulous lover. We spent about four hours together making each other cum over and over. There was no penetration, either by toys or fingers. She was a "pure" lesbian as she described. Her fingers were magic on my skin, but no matter how much I whined for her to put them inside of me she didn't. She did rub my clit while sucking my nipples. She had read that emotion on my face switching from licking my clit and pinching my nipples. I rewarded her with a squishy cum. I wished she had been a little more adventurous, but in other ways, she was the best lover I ever had. I gave her a passionate kiss when I left and asked when I could see her again. She didn't commit, but she did say I could call her.

Lesson Thirteen - It's not always about your partner's pleasure

After a few lovers who took my pleasure as seriously as their own, Wendy was a bit of a throwback in that she only wanted her pussy licked by me. Well, not just her pussy. She was more than happy to have me work her nipples, but she didn't offer to go down on me. She was not entirely focused on her own pleasure though. Her boyfriend was in the Army and stationed in Afghanistan. He only had Internet access to Skype once a week and she wanted to share the orgasm I would provide with him. It took a little convincing. At first I didn't want to broadcast what a dirty girl I had become over the last few weeks, but then she suggested she could record it and I could send a copy to Mistress Q. That was enough to convince me and it turned out to be a very satisfying encounter. She kept a running commentary with her boyfriend about what she was feeling and what I was doing. A couple times he made a suggestion and I changed my tactics. I'd learned enough by now to have several techniques to get her off and I used every one. He was jerking off but unfortunately with my face buried in her pussy, I couldn't see that. But his show and my fingers and tongue had Wendy coming over and over. She kept me working until after he finally shot. 

After that he requested that he watch Wendy please me. Again I was resistant. I was happy to let her eat me, but that didn't mean I wanted it broadcast halfway around the world. But Wendy used a guilt trip about providing some pleasure to the troops so I finally agreed. Since her boyfriend had already blown his load, he had tucked his cock away and just as I was getting excited, he invited some of his buddies into the room to enjoy my show as well. Wendy had a skilled tongue. I later learned she had an arrangement with her boyfriend that she could only be with women when he was gone. Apparently she had a high sex drive and they played out this scene whenever she could schedule a willing partner. She had me climbing the walls when her boyfriend invited his fellow soldiers to watch. Had she not been so good I would have quit at that point. But I wasn't about to give up her tongue and if a group of horny guys watching was the price to pay, then so be it. Hearing applause when I came was a new experience. I rather enjoyed it.

Lesson Fourteen - Sometimes it really isn't about your pleasure at all.

Vicki took being selfish to a new level, but in some ways it tied into the show I performed with Wendy. She just wanted to masturbate while I watched. In a way I understood her motivations. After my initial apprehension, I found I liked having a group of horny guys watching me have sex. I came hard knowing they would be thinking about me while stationed in a far away land. But I didn't understand how Vicki could just do herself while I sat there. She knew I was very willing to participate, I told her I had learned skills to make her cum harder than she would just by herself and even promised to put on a show for her as long as I got to practice my cunnilingus skills on her. But she wouldn't relent. She said she was married and although fucking herself in front of an audience turned her on, she didn't want to cheat on her husband. This was her thing and she was sticking to it. It was a hot show she put on, I must admit. I wanted to masturbate while watching, but I was a bit upset that she didn't want me to participate so I decided against it. Thankfully I had all the pictures Mistress Q had required because Vicki was definitely not going to let me get close enough to her pussy to even snap a picture. I did snap one of myself masturbating in my car again before I drove home. I wanted Mistress Q to know just what kind of woman I'd become and to make sure she was ready to receive me when I met her. I may have been straight when I walked into the Halloween party, but now I definitely had a deep appreciation for making love to another woman.

Mistress Q was pleased with the last photos I sent her. She told me I had blossomed into a wonderful submissive slut. I wasn't too thrilled with her calling me a slut. Then again, I did have fifteen different partners this month (more than I had in the rest of my life before then) so maybe she was right. As for the submissive part she was dead on. I had found a joy in completing her tasks like I had never known. I knew she would be much more demanded in person than she had been giving me long distance instructions. I'm sure she was going to spank me. I wasn't sure how I would react to that. Or how I would react to worse punishments that I was sure she would give me as well. But I had to see this through. I just wish she had not commanded me to ride the bus instead of flying. Even taking the train would have been better. But there was a method to her madness. And that method was keeping me aroused and on edge for the better part of two days. I didn't realize it at first, but by riding the bus, I was setting myself up to be even more motivated to please her. It was diabolical and it was wonderful.

Mistress Q instructed me to bring one change of clothes with me. She told me she would provide anything else I needed to wear. I was also to bring my iPad to entertain myself on the bus. She emailed me a plethora of stories to read. Care to guess the subject? Surprisingly she told me to wear jeans and a t-shirt. I expected her to tell me to wear a short skirt and a button down blouse. I guess she wanted me to blend in with the other passengers. There was one item she required that was definitely not going to be worn by the other riders. Acquiring one required a stop at an adult bookstore on the way to the bus terminal. Mistress told me to buy a butterfly vibe that I could strap around my hips and wear under my jeans. She also told me to put it on before I boarded the bus. That meant I had to strip off my jeans and panties in the bus station bathroom. Of course the bathroom was crowded and as I disrobed in the semi-privacy of the stall, I could smell my arousal. While the task was humiliating, it was also exciting. I wondered how long I would have to wear the buzz toy on the bus. I wondered how loud it was and how long the batteries would last. I ran the control wire up over my waistband and put the control box in my front pocket. It bulged a bit, but didn't look too out of the ordinary. After I boarded the bus I heard my phone chirp that I had a new message. It was from Mistress. "Every hour on the hour, turn on the vibe until you are just about to cum. Then turn it off until the next hour."

Traveling by bus was never fun. Like airline travel as become, the bus companies run fewer routes so the buses are fuller. Packed like a sardine in a rolling tube is never a good time. There were a few open seats, but of course the single guys always wanted to sit by me so I never had the luxury of having an open seat next to me. I made it clear to the first guy that I wasn't interested in him, but I could sense he was still sneaking glances at me. When my watch chirped at the top of the hour came and went, it took all my emotional strength to discretely turn the vibe on its lowest setting. Thankfully the bus was loud enough that I couldn't hear the buzz, but I could definitely feel it. My jeans were pretty tight so they helped push the butterfly down on my clit and pussy. It was a deviously naughty feeling. I knew if I turned it up more it would make me cum. But I was worried I couldn't do that without my riding neighbor realizing what happened. Plus I was under orders not to climax. So I just quietly sat there trying to look disinterested as I stared out the window at the rolling countryside. But that wasn't where my mind was at the moment. No, in my mind I was kneeling on my hands and knees on Mistress' bed. She had her hand between my legs and was rubbing me for "being such a good girl." I enjoyed that feeling as long as I could before I turned off the vibe to prevent going over the top and cumming. This was going to be a long ride. I pulled out my iPad and started reading an erotic story from the library worth that Mistress Q had sent me. It was tough to keep the angle of the screen private. I read story after story keeping my arousal up until my watched chirped that it was time for the butterfly again.

This process continued for four hours. I didn't read that entire time, but my pussy was wet and expressing its need for attention for 250 miles. Just as we pulled into our first extended stop (driver switch, food and stretching) I heard my phone chirp again. It was another message from Mistress Q. "If your bus is on time, you should be arriving at the first stop. Go into the bathroom, take off your pants, panties and butterfly. Finger fuck yourself until you are about to cum. Then smear your juices on your face under your nose. Continue with the hourly buzz until the next rest stop. Repeat the process. See you tomorrow in Vegas."

That was the last message I had from her until I was pulling into the downtown Vegas bus stop. By then I was so desperate to cum I could barely walk without the butterfly rubbing against me triggering a climax. My face had been covered in pussy juice from the stops across the country and I couldn't take a breath without smelling what a horny girl I had become. Each sniff also confirmed the control Mistress Q held over me. I could have let the vibe bring me off or I could have fingered myself to a very satisfying orgasm. She would not have known. But I would have known I had disobeyed her. I couldn't do that. As I stood in the sunlight of a dawning new day, my life as a submissive was about to begin. To everyone around me, I was just another young tourist. But if you got close enough, you would see I was a hyper-aroused slut ready to do my Mistress' bidding. I hailed a cab and told the driver to take me to the Hard Rock. I heard my watch chirp on the hour. I turned on my vibe, weak from old batteries by now, and sighed. God I hoped Mistress Q would let me cum soon. I sent her a text and told her I had made it to town and that I had been a good girl on the bus.

I'm not sure why I didn't use Google to try and figure out what conventions were in town. I wasn't above cyberstalking Mistress Q to try and learn more about her. It was hard to miss that CES, the Consumer Electronics Show was in town. Signs were everywhere. I wondered what Mistress did that she was in town for that show. As we pulled into the Hard Rock, I had to chuckle to myself. There was at least one more convention happening that week and I immediately assumed this was the one Mistress was here for. The AVN, Adult Video News, convention was located at the Hard Rock. As I walked into the hotel, I took a stroll past the expo center and peaked through the door. I could see some booths, but not much detail. I did notice several women dressed, or undressed really, it tiny tight outfits walking between the booths. I guess sex sells especially at a sex themed convention. 

I went to the check-in desk to get my room key. The clerk checked me in with a well-rehearsed, "Welcome to the Hard Rock, Ms. Busch," and then told me a package had arrived for me that morning. That was strange since I had not ordered anything, but I played along and thanked him as he produced an Amazon package from behind the counter. I took the box and headed toward the elevators. I couldn't imagine what was in the package, but I knew it had to be from Mistress Q. Even though it wasn't running, the butterfly was driving me crazy with every step. Just as I reached the room, my phone chirped again. It was another message from Mistress. "You looked very beautiful checking in. Change into the clothes in the box. Only wear what is in the box. There is a badge waiting for you at the conference registration desk. You have ten minutes to be downstairs."

I read and then reread the message. She had been in the lobby and watched me check in. I must have impressed her enough to continue our game. I thought back to who was standing around in the lobby trying to get a mental picture of what Mistress looked like. But I couldn't picture her. I was too focused on checking in and not really looking around. I snapped myself back from my daydream to the task at hand. It was at least a five minute walk back to the convention center. That didn't leave me any time to think. Or clean up. She had not said so, but I'm sure Mistress wanted me still smelling of sweat, bus and pussy when we met. I didn't like that. I would have preferred to take at least a quick shower before going back downstairs. But following her instructions was what I signed up for and I wasn't going to quit at the first sign of adversity. I quickly tore the box open. Looking at the contents, it wasn't feeling better. Glancing at my watch I remembered I only had a couple of minutes. It was decision time. I started taking off my clothes.

There wasn't much in the box. That was bad news. But apparently I would fit right in with the women I saw when I glanced in the expo hall. The worse news is what I saw once I was dressed. Oh, I was hot all right. But I would never wear this outfit outside the bedroom. At least if I had any choice. The box only had five items. First was a black mesh dress. It was a stretchy one-size fits most design and thankfully covered by breasts and pussy. Mistress had been nice enough to include a black stockings, thong and black opera gloves. The mesh top had a built in bra, which cradled my breasts, but did little to conceal my nipples if you cared to look. And given the vast cleavage I would be displaying, I knew people would look. The five inch heels were going to mean I was going to have to go slow. But they matched the dress and I must admit, I looked great. 

The last item would not be visible and at least I would get some relief from the butterfly I had been wearing for close to two days. Unfortunately I would not be getting any relief from the sexual tension that had built in my body. The fifth and final item was a pair of chrome balls held together with a thin string. I'd read about Kegel balls, but I had never worn any. My pussy was slick with need so it was no problem sliding them into my love canal. As I started walking toward the door, however, I realized just how devious the balls would be. With every step they moved slightly. I also had to squeeze my pussy muscles to hold them in. At least the thong was a backup, but each movement of the balls stimulated a nerve deep inside of me. At a minimum they would keep me on peak with every step. I stepped out of the room to head to the convention. By the time I entered the elevator I had to hold the grab bar to be sure I didn't collapse in orgasm. How had Mistress Q reduced me to this?