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Taking Jane

By: Lordsmythe



It was an amazing night. Jane had been fulfilling one of her more extravagant fantasies. The night at the casino had been just as she had dreamt it. She had only played a couple of games, the roulette and blackjack and had only gambled what she had been prepared to lose – mostly losing, of course, but not losing everything. She had worn her slinkiest dress, the red and black striped number that showed off her body to perfection. It had been magical, the atmosphere, a few drinks, some admiring glances from some of the men, most of which were welcome, although that was not what she was looking for tonight. Alas, it was now time for the dream to end, although the memory of that night would love with Jane for a long, long time, although not as she had expected.

One of the men who had been in the casino was there purely to watch the woman. He made sure that he was not looking directly at her as she looked up. As he saw her glance at her watch and rise from the table where she had been playing he sent the text to the man waiting outside. It had all been planned to perfection. 

Jane made her way to the concierge. She had a car booked for her journey back to her villa. She had been renting the seaside property for a week. 

The men who watched Jane knew this – they had been following her, knowing that the businesswoman had taken the villa on the Mediterranean for her holiday, that she was alone there. Neighbours made it difficult to get near to her there, however secluded, but their observations from their yacht offshore were enough to track her movements, from the moment she arrived. 

The car was waiting for Jane as she left the airport for the half hour drive to the villa. Dressed in a cream coloured linen trouser suit over a tight olive green t-shirt, she hoped the impression was one of efficiency with chic. It was just right for the warm day, almost cloudless. A warm Riviera breeze soothed her after the flight. The black Mercedes had light tan seats, and the chauffeur, Louis, conducted Jane to the back seat. He took her cases and drove off to her seaside retreat.

The driver was thick set, greying black hair, a greying made more apparent by the black chauffeur's uniform and dark complexion. 

"We will just be a little while, Miss. Enjoy the ride."

As they drove Jane occasionally looked at the view, the pine covered hills, the white rocks reflecting and unhindered sun, the small white houses with red tiled roofs, succeeding to larger farms and villas as the coast approached. It was a warm day for the time of year, late April, and Jane took off her jacket.

The chauffeur saw the movement in the back of the car and, as Jane relaxed, turned the mirror to view the woman. He saw her firm body, set off by the tight t-shirt, the brown leather belt above the cream linen trousers - she was a striking looking woman with a direct gaze. He had to look up to the road quickly as Jane looked up from her reveries. She checked her watch. Five minutes from the estate. She returned the views. As she did so, the chauffeur watched her... just as he watched her that night as she left the casino. Soon he car turned into the driveway, lined with palms, and through iron gates in the surrounding walls that encompassed the estate on three sides - the fourth being the sea. 

They had watched her ever since, in her light summer dresses, t-shirts, shorts, and finally their reward, when they watched her sunbathe, Jane looking around, not regarding the yacht far out to sea as any threat and she removed the top of her white string bikini... The men's eyes were fixed on the topless woman, bronzing herself in the sun. 

And so it was as the chauffeur watched her come out of the casino that he knew what was beneath the cloth of her dress. She looked spectacular. The dress was ankle length and above mid-thigh it was lycra tight to her body. Although it was a high neckline – to the nape of her neck – and long sleeved it showed off every curve to perfection, the black and red vertical stripes of the dress tracing the shape of her body. This was emphasised by the oval cut out of the back – the backless dress showing that the woman wore no bra. Not a trace of bikini lines. The men were not to know that the only underwear Jane wore was a skimpy black tanga. The man inside the casino had noticed her nipples tight against the stretched cloth of her dress. Black heels completed her attire. Her hair, worn up in a plait was perfect for showing off the small tasteful silver earrings. A silver coffee bean pendant and expensive silver watch were her only other jewellery. He couldn't take his eyes off her as she descended the steps – but it was now time for action. 

He drew up the casino stairs, closer to her, ever closer. He saw her smile as he pulled up. He quickly got out – so close he could smell her perfume as he opened the door to the passenger compartment and she entered, arranging herself on the back seat. He closed the door, hoping that in the darkness she had not noticed that the windows in the rear compartment were blacked out – although Jane would be able to see out, no one would see her in the back. As he closed his door, he did so with enough of a slam for her not to notice anything out of the ordinary, but loud enough not to notice him flicking the switch that locked the passenger compartment doors – the woman did not know it but she was already trapped. He drove off into the night, away from the casino, away from people, away from anyone who could hear her or help her...

Yes, Jane thought, a perfect night, the images flowed through her imagination like a half remembered beautiful dream – the lights, the conversation, the people, the whole atmosphere of class, the scent of the gardens floating on the evening air that still retained the memory of a warm afternoon. She was lost in her dreams, completely lost as the car drove on, towards her villa – or so she thought. She was so lost in the whirl of her dreams that she did not notice the subtle turn in the road that the driver took –away from her villa – away from safety. All the time the chauffeur glanced at her in the back – beautiful, unsuspecting – perfect.

It was a few minutes later that he saw her glancing at her watch. It was taking longer than expected, considering that there was no other traffic on the road. He was going the right way, wasn't he? She tried to attract his attention. It was then that she saw him smirking. It was an unpleasant look that turned her stomach – what did it mean? 

Jane tapped on the glass partition between the passenger and driver compartments. "Hello, is everything all right? We seem..."

His voice cut her off.

"You just keep quiet in the back there, missy, and it'll all be fine."

"What do you mean?" Jane demanded. She knocked harder on the glass. "What's going on?" 

"Like I said, just keep quiet – you'll just be with us for a couple of days, my lady."

"No, take me home!" But the man just smiled at her. The car kept driving on through quiet country roads, away from Jane's villa, away from peace and safety. The chauffeur kept an eye on her in the mirrors. He slowed down for a sharp bend, and he watched Jane's growing desperation. She tried the doors – locked. He laughed quietly as the woman realised that she was locked in. Jane started to call out, but there was no one else on the road, no one else around to hear her.

"I told you – quiet missy – the master doesn't want to hurt you."

At the talk of this master Jane began to beat her fists on the windows, shout out, scream, anything to attract attention. It couldn't be happening to her, could it? This was the western world, the twenty-first century – and yet the truth was as inescapable as her position – she was being kidnapped! The man watched her screams, her ineffectual struggles, the first tears of desperation as she realised she was trapped, helpless – but he had his orders.

The car had been specially adapted – Jane was not the first lady to find herself in the back. The master and his chauffeur were experts, professionals. The driver took a long look at the woman panicking in the back seat – they usually did when they realised what was happening – and surveyed their prey. He had lingered over the photos he had taken from afar of Jane – the perfection of her body as she sunbathed, the natural and easy air as she took in the local shops and sights, and now her body shown off by the tight striped dress, the feisty nature in her attempts to find help - all to no avail. It was time. The chauffeur flicked a small switch just below the dashboard.

It was only when Jane paused for breath in her screams and struggles that she heard the low hiss and smelt the sweet smell. Another second passed before the horror of what was happening struck her. Gas! The man smiled at he again, the evil grin that Jane never forgot. 

"Just a little something to make you sleepy, Miss Jane – breathe in deep and it's all over quite quickly..."

But Jane only screamed louder, beat on the windows, on the partition, tried the doors with all her might. Her tears flowed but there was no mercy from the man in the driving seat. 

"Please, please!" Jane begged, but the man was now silent, just watching her in the mirror as Jane began to be overtaken by the gas that was now filling the passenger compartment. She was helpless. The small world of the car was beginning to spin, she was drowning in the invisible gas, the sweet smelling anaesthetic filling her lips, her lungs, and it was no use, no use at all... the world spun out of control, and then went black... 

The driver watched it all, her cries lessening as the gas took effect, then her eyes fluttering, the woman trying to support her weakening body, attempting uselessly to remain upright and conscious, but then slumping unconscious on the back seat. She lay there now, breathing low. The chauffeur stopped the gas and flicked the other switch re-introducing the air back into the passenger compartment – after all they only wanted her unconscious. He watched the gentle rise and fall of her breasts against the tight material of her dress, the stripes emphasising the shape of her body. It had been a good choice. Jane was good – indeed she was perfect. The car drove off into the night towards the large country house, the sleeping woman in the back.

Taking Janine



What a dirty old lady! I could just tell that Janine was dirty; she had that look about her. She was in her mid to late 50's and had this sort of salt & pepper bleached hair. She always had on these spandex stretch pants showing off her ample, but not too big, round ass. The sort of wider than usual ass like you could tell that she had squeezed out two or three kids and her ass and hips had stretched out but she was still proud of her once skinny, fine ass. We were, in fact, always commenting to ourselves on how we would like to get her bent over a case of food or an old chair in the break room, or even better, an old garbage can in the always hot, garbage room. We had a feeling she might be up for reliving her youth with a few of us young studs back there in the hot stock room. She knew that the younger stock room guys looked at her and probably fantasized about getting her on her hands and knees. She was always teasing us, even going as far as letting us playfully slap her tight ass every once in a while if the perfect opportunity presented itself. That was a great feeling, slapping that nice, big ass through those skin-tight spandex tights that she always wore. 

She was constantly joking about sex, even more the last couple of years since her husband ran away with a neighbor and they got divorced. I had worked at Lucky Mart for almost eight years now, since I was sixteen. It was my first real job, other than mowing lawns as a kid. Janine had been at the store for over twenty years and there were always rumors about her being horny and that a couple of her kids weren't from her husband but came from guys fucking her at work, in the back room. Those sorts of rumors were great for attendance; we all fantasized about fucking her, even gang-banging her. She was a total fantasy for a group of twenty-something guys who were perpetually horny and fantasized about older women. I think dirty Janine (that's what we always called her, but only amongst ourselves) actually started most of us on our journey to loving older women; women twice our age. Women with experience and ones that maybe weren't getting enough sex so they'd do things a little nastier because of the fact that someone might actually be interested in fucking them. That's what we all fantasized about anyway.

Over the Labor Day holiday things at the store were as hectic as they always were on holiday weekends. Summer in the stock room was horrendously hot! We were always sweating and wringing wet by the end of our shifts. Janine was a cashier, a lusty, busty, popular cashier. Men mostly frequented her checkout aisle so they could check her out. I have no doubt that every man that walked in that store wanted to slide their cock in-between those tight, wide ass cheeks and fuck her dirty asshole like an animal. We all wanted that. She would flirt and flutter and wink and all the things you'd expect from a cocktail waitress, not a cock tease checkout lady. God help you if you bought a ring bologna or sausages of any sort; she'd handle those like they were the buyers' cocks; looking at them, licking her lips, gripping it like it was their fat cock being guided into her dirty, waiting asshole. Her red fingernails were whore-like, just what all of us stock room guys, and the male customers, fantasized about. Those sexy hands fingering our own fat cocks as we slid it up her ass while she was her on her back on the edge of that checkout counter, her legs up over our shoulders. Pounding up into that tight little asshole until we added our own hot cum to what must surely be a mixture of cum through the years... ahhh, what a fantasy. 

This holiday weekend was busier than usual and dirty Janine even had to help us stock the shelves at night. This really gave us a chance to check her out closely. Her crow's feet wrinkles and overly-tan body were sexy as hell the more we worked closely with her. We found ourselves thinking about sex even more as the weekend went on. The last night of the weekend, the manager (who we suspected was banging her) left early and said we could grab a twelve-pack from the cooler for our hard work over the long weekend. That beer sure tasted good back there in the hot stock room with me and Janine, sweating from working so hard. The rest of the guys had already gone home so they were going to miss out I thought to myself. Little did they know what they were going to miss out on...

We both grabbed a beer and sucked it down like it was air. The next one went a little slower as we chatted and joked back there, getting more comfortable and finally relaxing. After the second beer we were all getting a bit light-headed because of the lack of sleep and none of us had really had a decent meal while we worked that day. We were feeling good. We were joking and some of the sexual innuendo was more than I expected to come from her sexy red lips, but I went with it and shot back with my own. The third beer went down slower, both of us getting at least buzzed if not drunk from the lack of food and drinking the beers maybe too quickly. It felt great, like we were floating.

I didn't expect it when Janine kicked off her shoes and laid back on that old vinyl couch in the hot break room. Did she just pass out? Was she drunk already just on three beers? Her feet and calves were hanging over the edge of the arm of the couch and she was just laying there on her back with her eyes closed. I couldn't resist, I sat by her head and started stroking her streaked hair; running my fingers through it like a comb, massaging her scalp, combing through her sweaty hair. She just laid there, her tits sticking up like an ad for the wonder bra that she must have worn. Beads of sweat were trickling down her chest and in-between her tits. It was too much. I bent down and started lightly licking the sweat drops, running my tongue down in-between those sweet, sweaty, little tits. She started lightly moaning and wiggling around but didn't seem to be too concerned so I started to unbutton her blouse to get at those sweet tits. My tongue was moving like a tornado over those beautiful little, perky 50+ year old titties; lapping at and circling those little rock hard nipples like it was the food I should have had hours ago. It was like she was both aware and unaware what was happening, like I wasn't forcing myself onto her, but I sort of was doing just that. I had waited almost eight years for this moment, I didn't want it to end or for her to get up and start yelling or anything. 

She was really gyrating her hips on that couch; rubbing her sweet ass on it as she wiggled around as I feasted on her sweet, sweaty nipples and titties. Her sweaty ass cheeks were making the vinyl couch wet, it was so hot back there. What a pair of tits, I thought to myself. How could any man leave this sexy, experienced woman for a younger woman?! I had her shirt off and her bra was pushed under her tits so they were really pushing up, they were gorgeous just like she was at this minute. I had always fantasized about forcing her over something and fucking her ass and even pissing in her ass, too. I jerked off SO many times thinking about filling her helpless ass with my hot cum and piss that I just about wore out my cock over those eight years. Now I was going to see what her asshole really felt like. I started pulling on her spandex tights, trying to pull them down over her sweet ass, and she started wiggling and lifting her ass up off of the couch. Slowly I pulled them down, exposing her black thong panties. I always wondered why I could never see any panty lines under those skin tight pants she always wore. Now I knew. I thought about that thong being jammed between her butt cheeks just like my cock would be in a minute.

I got her tights off only to about the middle of her shins and they were so bunched up that they sort of locked on there. I wasn't about to let that stop me. I slowly pulled her down by her feet and turned her over so she was bent over the soft, padded arm of that stuffed vinyl couch and I buried my face in her luscious ass! I had wanted this for so long I could hardly keep from shooting my load right then and there as I licked her sweet pussy and asshole. What a beauty her little pink asshole was, too; just like I imagined it, all pink and brown and clean and wrinkly and tight. Her ass cheeks were as gorgeous and wide and soft and tight as I had imagined, too. I just wanted to kneel there and eat her until the world ended. I knew I couldn't wait that long, though. My cock was rock hard and a long string of precum was dripping from the end of it. I grabbed her sweaty, wide butt cheeks and gave her one last long lick and kiss right on her puckered hole. She giggled when I kissed her hole so I knew that she wanted it as much as I did. I let some warm spit run out of my mouth and aimed for her little rosebud, I knew that with my precum and some warm spit that I'd slip right in that thing. 

I get up on the couch behind her as she was still just laying there over the arm of it and put the tip of my cock in-between her sweet cheeks and moved it up and down between there. I started to push it in her ass, slowly, just my cock head at first. I didn't want her to get up so I went slowly, just pushing in, inch by inch until my sweaty stomach was resting on her sweaty ass cheeks and my cock was buried up her ass all the way to my balls. I pushed against her cheeks; that felt soooo good, our hot, sweaty bodies pressed together with my cock buried up inside of her sweet, 55-year old asshole, It was so tight, soooo tight, like it was trying to suck in my cock. I slowly started to pump in and out of her tight ass, working up to a speed that surprised even me. My sweaty loins were slapping against her sweaty butt cheeks as I literally pounded into her asshole as hard and as fast as I could. I think I was falling in love with this sexy older woman. 

I started to get that feeling, so I rammed as far up her ass as I could and filled her with a huge load of my hot, sticky sperm. Jet after jet of cum shot way up in her ass as I was gripping her sweaty waist and pressing into her with my full weight, unloading what felt like the biggest amount of cum ever. I know it wasn't, but it sure felt like it. I just laid on her back for a few minutes and she finally spoke, "ohhhh, you don't know how long I've waited for that." 

I said, "What? Are you serious? I've wanted to do that for years!"

I told her that those beers had done a number on my bladder and I had to get up and go to the bathroom before I exploded. She said, "No, don't get up, don't leave. Just do what you have to do, but don't get up." 

Was she telling me to fill her ass with piss now?! Whether she wanted that or not, I couldn't wait any longer! I started shooting a long, sharp stream of piss up her ass! It was the weirdest, and best, feeling in the world! She just laid there, bent over the arm of that puffy vinyl couch and let me fuck her ass and cum in it, and now she was just lying there while I fill her ass with piss!! Now I knew that I was falling in love with this beautiful, sexy, sleazy, older woman. I knew that I would be inside of that beautiful wide, tight ass again; sooner than later next time. I wouldn't wait eight days, let alone eight years, to fuck her beautiful ass again.



Taking Jasmine Walker



Summary: On summer holidays Jasmine is seduced by a young Mistress.

Note 1: This is a summer 2012 contest story so please vote.

Note 2: A special thanks goes to MAB7991 and Bill for copy-editing and LaRascasse for his plot suggestions.

Note 3: This story is dedicated to the real Dana whose breasts are really 36G and fabulous and was the mouth for this naughty tale of submission. 

*

Jasmine was having an early afternoon glass of wine and enjoying the summer breeze at the little quaint pub she had discovered when she and her husband arrived in Palm Beach two days ago. 

Jasmine enjoyed being able to see the ocean from where she was and the fresh coastal air was refreshing in a way she couldn't quite explain. She read the paper, checking how her Canadians were doing in the summer Olympics. Currently in twelfth place, not bad for a country that is best known for hockey, skiing and snow. When her husband surprised her with a week in Florida she was giddy with excitement. She loved her kids, but a week of no fighting; no, Mom she did this or Mom he did that was much needed. Yesterday's couple's massage was also amazing as was the lengthy sex session with her often on the road husband. 

Jasmine watched people walking, like she often did, wondering what their stories were. Were they happy? Were they as sexually perverse as she was? If you looked at Jasmine you would never know this school teacher, this sweet soft spoken woman, this conservative dressed woman was a popular erotic writer. She looked as sweet as apple pie and yet underneath her sundress she was wearing thigh high stockings, and nothing else. Going commando was just one of her naughty perversions, as was thigh high stockings that she did to feel sexy underneath her business-like front. She grabbed her iPad, tapped on her notes app and continued typing a story she was hoping to have ready for the Halloween contest on Literotica. 

.....

Dana was about to walk into the pub for an afternoon cocktail loving the freedom that goes with being on holidays when she was stopped in her tracks. It wasn't the woman's face that caught her eye but two other things. First: who wears nylons in Florida on a day that was bubbling just below a 100. Second: the dress...it was identical to the dress in the picture of a popular erotica writer she had been reading the past few days at the recommendation of a friend, having orgasm after orgasm over the sexy plots of submission between women. Dana not wanting to stare went inside the pub and pulled out her phone. She quickly went to Literotica which she had bookmarked and although she couldn't completely remember the author handle she did remember the story that had her pussy dripping wet...Pet Teacher. Once she found the story, she clicked on the author and then the author's biography. She was right...it was the exact same dress. Of course that didn't mean it was her, but she was about the same age as described in the bio.

Dana had emailed the author complimenting her on the Pet Teacher series and had learned that the author's first name was Jasmine, she was married, a Canadian and a submissive by nature. Remembering the Canadian bit, her hopes dissipated but she figured she would have to ask. 

Dana, at nineteen was a complete bombshell. Her flaming red hair got her a lot of attention, as did her dazzling green eyes, as did her 36G breasts that were impossible to not notice. But it seemed to be her disarming smile that had pulled in so many older women over the past couple years. Although Dana didn't have much problem getting a man when she needed one, older woman had been even easier, more fun (as older submissive women were easily the best pleasers), as she seemed to have an aura about her that drew older submissive women to her. Going to her e-mail, she quickly looked at her last correspondence from Jasmine, a few days ago. In it, Jasmine admitted she had been going through lesbian withdrawal and that she and her husband would be going on a trip in a few days...the possibilities were good that this woman was the one and the same.

Dana quickly typed an e-mail.

Jasmine,

How is your holiday going. I hope you find some hot young thing to dominate you like you so eagerly crave.

Luv Dana...a young woman who would make you her pet like you couldn't even begin to imagine.

Dana clicked send and watched impatiently with bated breath to see if the pretty brunette sipping on a glass of wine and pecking away on her iPad was by some miraculous twist of fate at the same pub. If she was, Dana was going to go in for the kill. 

Dana waited a couple of minutes and realized the obvious. The pretty potential prey was already on her tablet, if she got a new e-mail Dana could not tell. Dana decided to just go join her. She quickly ordered herself a glass of wine and walked over to the woman immersed in typing away on her tablet...maybe, just maybe, the author she thought she was.

Reaching the table, Dana asked, "Hi, may I join you. I hate drinking alone."

Jasmine looked up startled and quickly hit something on her tablet and closed it...looking guilty, although she was a little wet, from the sex scene she was typing just getting to the good part. "Um, sure," she said, keeping with the polite stereotype of Canadians.

"You have an accent," Dana noticed, sitting down strategically beside and not across from the brunette.

"I do?" Jasmine asked surprised to be told she has an accent. 

"Canadian?" Dana asked, hopeful.

"Is it that obvious?" Jasmine asked with a smile.

"A little bit," Dana replied, her own English accent obvious.

"You have an accent too," Jasmine observed.

"You caught me," Dana replied playfully. "I am on holidays from London, but was born and raised in Paris."

"Explains why I couldn't place it," Jasmine replied, adding, "it is very exotic."

"Thank you," Dana flirted, her sexy smile attempting to pull in the pretty older woman.

"You are welcome," Jasmine replied, taking a glimpse at the younger girl's larger than life breasts. 

The glimpse did not go unnoticed by Dana who greeted, holding out her hand, "I'm Dana." 

"I'm Jasmine," Jasmine replied, shaking the young redhead's hand.

Dana was giddy with possibility as she continued the harmless conversation, the evidence growing more and more, knowing the seduction in her mind had to be played slowly. "So what brings you here? Business or pleasure?" 

"Just a trip without the kids," Jasmine replied.

"Oh, a romantic getaway?" Dana smiled.

"Something like that," Jasmine agreed, returning the smile.

Dana now convinced the woman was the writer asked, "Where is the hubby?"

"Golfing."

"Leaving you all alone?" Dana questioned, her tone just the slightest hint of teasing.

"Oh I like it. I hate golf and I love wine," Jasmine answered, going along with the harmless flirty banter. 

Dana suggested, "Well you should have another glass."

"Yes, I should," Jasmine agreed, enjoying the conversation with the very pretty woman.

Dana made eye contact with a waitress who came over and Dana taking control for the first time ordered for Jasmine. "My friend here will have another glass of wine as will I."

The waitress disappeared and for the next few minutes the two chatted about life in Canada and London. Finally Dana asked another question to confirm her suspicions that this Jasmine was the same Jasmine who wrote lesbian submission stories. "What do you do for a living, Jasmine,"

"I teach high school," Jasmine answered, oblivious to the young girl's intent.

"A teacher?" Dana repeated, "Wow, you must have the boys in a tizzy."

Jasmine blushed, but answered, "I don't think that happens too often."

Dana her tone light and flirty countered, "Oh, I bet it happens more than you think." Changing the topic Dana asked, trying to confirm any lingering doubts this was the same woman who wrote such subversive stories as "Bedding the Babysitter", "Pet Teacher", "Training Teacher" and "Spanked to Submission" she asked, "I have to ask. It is driving me crazy with curiosity, why are you wearing pantyhose in almost hundred degree weather?"

Jasmine feeling comfortable with this girl decided to show a little of her hidden naughtiness . "I'm not," she smiled coyly.

Dana knew exactly what Jasmine meant, but feigned innocence. "You are not?"

Jasmine finished her second glass of wine, feeling just a tad tipsy. "No, I am not," she repeated.

The waitress showed up and before Jasmine could respond, Dana said, "Please get my friend here and I each another glass of wine."

Jasmine protested, "No, no...."

Dana cut her off. "I insist, it's on me."

Jasmine never one for confrontation agreed reluctantly, "Ok, what the hell is one more, I'm on holidays."

"That you are," Dana smiled, her tone growing flirtier. "So back to your denial. You are still saying you are not wearing pantyhose?"

"Correct," Jasmine answered, feeling a bit of sexual tension building between the two of them, a spark she had not felt between herself and another woman for quite some time. Feeling playful and naughty she teased the younger woman, although her indent was still harmless.

Dana acting confused, took the opportunity to move closer and make her initial move as she put her hand on Jasmine's stocking-clad leg. Leaving it resting there, Dana said, "Yes you are."

Jasmine felt a sudden heat warm her body at the younger girl's touch. Distracted, Jasmine stammered, "N-n-no, they are not p-p- pantyhose."

The waitress returned with the drinks and smiled knowingly as she placed the drinks down. 

As soon as the waitress left, Dana confidently moved her hand under the older woman's dress to the top of her thigh high stockings. 

Jasmine held her breath but didn't stop the pretty redhead shocked by the forwardness of the green eyed beauty and a bit tipsy enjoying the attention. 

"Ooohhh, stockings, you naughty girl," Dana purred, slowly caressing Jasmine's leg.

Jasmine burned a mixture of embarrassment and horniness. She stammered, greatly distracted by the slow movements of the voluptuous breasted girl, "I-I-I um like to dress up for my h-h-husband."

"Not for me?" Dana asked coyly, the seduction now in full motion.

Jasmine took a long sip from her wine which was lowering her inhibitions as she tried to process the reality that she was being hit on by a younger girl, a beautiful younger girl. In her erotic writings it was one of her underlying plots...being seduced and dommed by a powerful young seductress. But fantasy is one thing and reality another. 

Dana seeing that Jasmine did not push her hand away went for the final kill. "Jasmine, or should I say Silkstockingslover."

Jasmine gasped unable to fathom how she could know her writing handle. "What did you just say?" How did she possibly know that? No one knows my real identity, not even her husband knew of her literary prowess.

"You are the one and only erotic writer Silkstockingslover on Literotica are you not?" Dana asked, her hand slowly roaming up Jasmine's leg.

"How do you know that?" Jasmine asked, shocked to the core to being found out after over two years of complete animosity.

"Well it started with your dress. It is the same one you wear in that sexy profile picture of yours. And I got to say you are as beautiful in person as I imagined from your teasing profile photo," Dana complimented, slowly reeling Jasmine in.

Jasmine blushed, her pussy tingling from the young girl's touch and the anticipation of being seduced by such a beautiful girl. Yet, "Oh," was all she said as she looked down at her dress remembering vaguely the photo she cropped of herself over two years ago...a tantalizing tease to her readers she hoped.

"Then I noticed you were wearing stockings, which in this heat is crazy, even if you are a stockings' girl," Dana explained, adding, "which I usually am."

"Oh," Jasmine repeated, still in a daze at the sudden shift of this once seemingly harmless conversation. 

"Then as we conversed you had the same name, which surprised me as I thought you would use a ghost name," Dana continued.

"Walker is not my last name," Jasmine admitted, although she was looking past Dana.

"Hmmmm, then I learned you were from Canada, check, and a teacher, check, and I was 99.99 percent sure you were the one and only Silkstockingslover, my favorite author," Dana finished, her hand moving slightly up, above the top of Jasmine's elastic top stocking, now just inches away from Jasmine's cunt.

Jasmine was a complete emotional mess, becoming one of her characters. On the one hand, she should get up and leave before this got out of hand; on the other hand, her cunt was making her so wet she wished she would have been wearing panties; on yet another hand, all her submission fantasies to a young girl were dominating her thoughts, controlling her actions or lack of actions. Desperate to act casual and keep her growing desires in check, even with the young girl's hand so close to her bubbling inferno, she joked, "You caught me."

Dana seductively replied, "Now the question is what to do with you."

"Pardon," Jasmine asked, even though she completely understood the implications of the words that left the young girl's luscious lips.

Dana moved her hand directly to Jasmine's cunt and was surprised to see the pretty older woman was going commando. "Hmmmmm, my pet is wet and not wearing panties."

Jasmine moaned uncontrollably at the forbidden touch. "I-I-I have to go," she stammered, her body quivering.

Jasmine began to stand up, but Dana quickly ordered, her tone staying sexy but authoritative, "Sit down, Jasmine."

Jasmine immediately obeyed, already weak from the redhead's touch, literally becoming like one of her own submissive characters she usually pleasured herself to.

"Good girl," Dana purred, her voice syrupy sweet. Her hand returned to her pet-to-be's cunt. "Why are you so wet, Jasmine?"

Jasmine was overwhelmed with the seductive voice of the green-eyed goddess and by her teasing touch. "I-I-I don't know," she stammered again, although she knew why...this is exactly what she had fantasized for years, long before she began writing her dirty thoughts for the world to read.

Reading the sexy, shy older woman's mind she countered, "I think you do know. I think you are submissive like so many of your stories...you are the protagonist of 'Pet Teacher' and a big part of you is added to many of your naughty, submissive characters in your stories. You would love to be Annie-girl and be dommed by a young girl like in your 'Spanked to Submission' story, wouldn't you?"

Jasmine couldn't deny any of the seductress's words. Her greatest fantasy was to be seduced by a young girl. She felt a finger slip tease her clit as she moaned her answer, still ashamed to admit the truth, "Yeeeees."

"And you have fantasized being a pet like the MILF's in your 'Lesbian MILF Seductress' series', haven't you my pet?" Dana asked, her finger now between the very wet pussy lips of the sexy MILF.

Jasmine was greatly distracted by the finger teasing her fiery cunt and was no longer thinking like a dignified woman, but as the submissive she was deep down. She again whispered in a moan, "Yees."

"Well consider me your Bree, just like the young seductress from that MILF Seductress series," Dana said, slipping her finger inside the submissive writer's cunt.

"Please, don't," Jasmine weakly resisted, "anyone could see."

Dana continued slowly moving her finger inside the ready to submit brunette. "Finish your drink, my pet, and we will take this somewhere more private."

Jasmine, her hand slightly trembling, shot the last half of her third glass of wine. 

"You are an eager pet," Dana assessed, her finger giving one quick tap on the MILF's g-spot.

"Aaaaaaaaah," Jasmine let out much louder than she wanted and quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching. No one else seemed aware of what was happening under the table. Trying one last protest, she said, "My husband should be returning in a bit."

"This is not a negotiation, Jasmine. I want you and I always get what I want and besides," Dana paused and tapped the older woman's g-spot each time she used the word you, "you need this...you want it...you crave it."

Jasmine's head was a fog, her mind no longer her own as her body easily gave into the powerful pleasure she was currently receiving. 

"Don't you, my pet?" Dana asked, her finger lingering inside the distracted pet-to-be's cunt.

For Jasmine being called pet, her most common used submissive term in her own stories, only added to the growing desire to submit to her. She stammered, "I-I-I don't know."

Dana growing impatient with Jasmine's weak resistance leaned into her ear and threatened, "My pet teacher, you either come back to my hotel so we can finish what we started, or I finger fuck you to orgasm right here and then make you crawl under this table and pleasure me." Dana tugged on Jasmine's ear before adding, "So what will it be, my pet, it's beginning to get busier in here?"

The hot breathe on Jasmine's ear, her weak spot, only added to the need to submit. Her unique and sexy French-English accent added to her growing desire to obey as well. The finger inside her had her desperate to come and the young girl's confident attitude was pulling her into the wonderful world of submission she had fantasized and wrote about for years. 

Jasmine no longer had any resistance left, her desire to come overwhelming any sort of propriety she should have had. Finally, submitting like she had fantasized doing all these years, Dana's flowing red hair and exotic green eyes irresistible, she whispered, "Let's go."

"Go where," Dana asked, pushing the submissive writer.

"Back to your room," Jasmine whispered, embarrassed and excited by her words of submission.

Dana pulled her finger out of her pet's cunt and moved it to her mouth. "Hmmmm, you taste heavenly, Jasmine."

"T-t-thanks," Jasmine stammered, mortified someone could see what was happening between the two.

"Thanks what?" Dana questioned.

Jasmine knew exactly what the young redhead was expecting; she was literally quoting a submissive set-up from her own stories. Letting go unconditionally, she said the word she had craved to say in person and not on paper for years, "Thank you, Mistress." Saying the word was exhilarating to Jasmine, a liberation exuding out of her at giving herself to another, letting someone else be in charge of her mind and body.

Dana excited at getting the verbal submission she had been working towards for almost an hour said, "Let's go, my pet."

"Yes, Mistress," Jasmine responded without any hesitation, her brain and body now on the same journey.

The waitress returned at this moment and asked, "Can I get you ladies anything else?"

"Just the bill," Dana replied.

Once the waitress was gone, Dana slipped her hand back inside Jasmine's cunt and quickly pumped her finger in and out for a minute.

Jasmine's breathing began to increase and she worried she may come right on the pub's patio.

Dana instructed, "Don't you dare come, my pet. One of the many things I have learned from your stories is that the pet never gets to come before the Mistress."

"Yes, Mistress," Jasmine agreed, cursing herself for writing such words.

"And, of course, a pet only comes with permission, isn't that true?" Dana questioned, her finger stopped but lodged deep inside her beautiful author pet.

Jasmine couldn't help but smile at the reality she was being seduced and dommed by her own words. "Yes, Mistress," she again agreed, although knowing holding back from orgasmic bliss was going to be a challenge, as it was much easier written than done.

The waitress returned and Jasmine looked down. Dana slipped her finger out of Jasmine's cunt and took the bill allowing Jasmine's cunt scent to be noticed by the waitress. 




Taking Jasmine Walker



The waitress gave a knowing smirk and asked, "Would there be anything else?"

Dana asked, trying to build onto the humiliation she was confident Jasmine craved, "Slut, will there be anything else?" 

Jasmine's cheeks burned with shame at being called a slut, yet she could also feel her pussy burn with need as well. She answered, still not making eye contact, "No, thanks you."

"No thank you what my slut? And make eye contact when you speak to someone," Dana demanded, her tone scolding.

Jasmine stuttered, her humiliation reaching new heights as she looked first to her powerful domme, "S-s-sorry Mistress," and then to the cute waitress, "Just the bill, ma'am."

"Do you want to eat her cunt?" Dana asked, pushing Jasmine's submission further.

Jasmine gasped at the question and looked directly in the green eyes of her Mistress. Seeing no mercy in her eyes, Jasmine turned to the waitress, took every ounce of courage she had in her shy by nature body, and said, "Yes, I would love to eat her cunt." Oddly, even as her face burned with shame, the naughty declaration was both liberating and hot. Giving herself unconditionally to this redheaded stranger, this fan of her work, was exhilarating and bringing to life almost twenty years of built up sexual frustration and boiling it over, like a volcano dormant for way too long.

The waitress blushed this time, clearly considering the offer. "Maybe another time."

Dana shrugged, "Your loss," and handed her the money plus a generous tip. "Your tip could have been a great orgasm instead."

Dana grabbed Jasmine's hand and pulled her up. Out of character, Jasmine decided spontaneously to add one last piece of her fantasy...to be alluring and wanted...to be seductive. Jasmine stopped in front of the waitress and said, a newfound confidence brimming out of her, "Too bad. I would have eaten your cunt like it has never been eaten before."

It was the waitress' turn to be shocked as her mouth dropped open and Dana chuckled and pulled her surprising pet along with her.

Once on the sidewalk, Jasmine said, strangely giddy, "I can't believe I just said that."

"That was fucking hot, my pet," Dana said, her hand entwined with Jasmine's.

They walked a block before passing an adult store. Dana stopped briefly before pulling Jasmine with her into the store. Once in the store, Dana said, "Go ahead my pet, maybe you can find a toy for me to use on you like in the last Pet Teacher story."

Jasmine blushed recalling the chapter where the main character, named Jasmine, was used as the sexual guinea pig for a variety of sexual toys. The indent in the series was not to usually make it about her, but once it was in there she figured what the hell.

Dana left on a mission knowing what she was looking for, while Jasmine stared at the wall of toys, many that seemed too big for insertion. Jasmine recalled going to a sex toy party where her mind was awakened to the possibility, but she was way too shy to buy anything close to risqué. Instead purchasing a conservative toy called a we-vibe. She did recall a suction cup dildo she was fascinated with as she loved being fucked doggie style but would never buy such a thing in mixed company. She also recalled researching a wide range of online toys when writing the particular Pet Teacher chapter and was amazed at the plethora of shapes and sizes for play. Now she was staring at them live. She looked around like a kid in a candy store, so many options. She looked at curve shaped vibrators and vibrating eggs, wondering what it would be like to wear a set inside her all day. She loved the idea that they could be in her all day and no one would notice. She was holding them in her hand when Dana arrived with a few things in a pink basket. 

"Hmmmm, you dirty girl, always trying to be naughty underneath and yet prim and proper from the exterior," Dana properly assessed.

Jasmine explained, "I live in a town of under two thousand people. If the truth got out, I would be ruined."

"Fair enough," Dana agreed, but added, "not allowing your sexuality to flourish and your needs to be met is not healthy either."

"I suppose," Jasmine said, putting the eggs back.

"Don't you dare. I am buying those for you as a reminder of the time we are about to have," Dana said, promising an afternoon of sin.

Jasmine obeyed and looked at the toys Dana had. She couldn't see everything, but did see a strap-on box, what looked like a long dildo, handcuffs, and a couple other things she couldn't place based on the package. 

Dana teased, "Don't you be snooping, you will get to be using all of these very soon."

Jasmine blushed, as her pussy tingled.

Dana took the eggs and said, "Wait here while I purchase these."

Jasmine nodded and continued to survey the toys before suddenly seeing the suction cup dildo. She reached for it and examined it closely. It was ten inches long and again Jasmine's pussy tingled. She wanted to buy it, but couldn't figure how to get it home without her husband noticing. Then she laughed at herself at the thought that he would even check the suitcases. She paused briefly before saying fuck it and taking the toy to the till.

Dana was just paying when Jasmine arrived. "Oh, what do you got there my pet?"

Jasmine went red at being called pet in front of a complete stranger, especially a woman about her age. "Just something I have always wanted," Jasmine admitted.

Dana grabbed the toy and said, "Oh my, you really are a horny little slut."

Jasmine was further mortified by the name-calling even as her pussy got wetter. 

Dana handed it to the sales lady, who was very pretty, although a bit on the chunky side, and was clearly amused and understood exactly why all these toys were being purchased. Once all rung in, the sales lady asked, "Do you need any lube for your toys?"

Dana turned to Jasmine and asked, "Do you need lube for when I fuck your ass?"

Jasmine's humiliation burned through her at being treated like a slut in front of this stranger. She whispered, unable to make eye contact, "Yes, Mistress."

The sales lady felt her own pussy tingling at the thought of her own submission, a fantasy she too longed to make reality.

"Pardon?" Dana asked, even though she heard her.

Jasmine knew based on her writing what was expected of her. She looked directly at Dana and said, "Yes, Mistress lube would be helpful when you fuck my slutty ass."

The sales lady gasped as Dana turned and said, "Apparently we will need some."

As the sales lady put the lube in the discreet brown bag, Dana took out a vibrating egg and opened the package. Turning it on, she moved to her pet and instructed, "Lift up your dress, my cunt."

"Yes, Mistress," Jasmine obeyed, even as she winced slightly at being called a cunt.

Dana easily slipped the buzzing toy inside the author's sopping wet cunt. "Holly shit Jasmine, you are fucking drenched," she announced before adding, "you may need panties to keep that toy inside your box." Dana reached for a pink pair on a table nearby and lowered herself to the ground.

Jasmine lifted each foot and watched in horny awe as the young English girl slid the panties up her legs.

Standing back up, Dana returned her attention back to the transaction at hand.

The sales lady, her smile wide, said, "That will be $124.45."

Dana handed her a credit card, but asked, a smile on her face too, "How much discount would I get if my slut here brought you to orgasm?"

Jasmine was mortified...again, but greatly distracted by the buzzing inside her needy cunt. But before the sales lady who seemed to be considering the offer could answer, the door opened and a middle age couple entered the store.

"A rain check?" Dana joked.

The sales lady, her face flushed as well, said back, "I am giving you twenty percent off, anyway."

Dana thanked her as the chubby woman handed her back her credit card and receipt. "That is so nice of you. I may come back here one day. I could always use a sexy eager MILF dyke to pleasure me."

The sales woman's mouth dropped open as Dana turned to leave and instructed loud enough for the couple to hear, "Follow me, slut."

"Yes, Mistress," Jasmine replied, loud enough for the couple to hear as well, suddenly enjoying the exhibitionist role, not to mention the buzzing inside her fevered cunt.

The couple stared at Jasmine and Dana with a mixture of shock and disgust. 

As Dana walked past the disapproving woman she winked at her.

Once outside, Dana grabbed her pet's hand and they continued their walk to the hotel.

A couple of minutes later, Jasmine suddenly stopped in her tracks.

"What is wrong, my pet?" Dana asked, surprised.

"This is where I am staying," Jasmine said, the redness in her face quickly draining.

Dana laughed. "Well, this day is definitely full of serendipity."

Jasmine anxiety suddenly overwhelming her said, "I can't be seen going in there holding your hand."

Dana smiled, and could see this could be a deal-breaker. Using soft sympathy she said, "It's ok, Jasmine, we will just walk together to the elevator."

Just as suddenly as anxiety hit her, it began to fade. "Oh, thank you, Mistress."

"But once we get in my room, I am going to devour you whole," Dana promised, bringing an instant tingling to her cunt, the anticipation of the seduction getting her very wet herself.

Jasmine's cunt leaked a bit at the naughty promise just given by her Mistress too. Jasmine falling into her submissive role naturally responded, "Whatever you wish, Mistress."

"Fuck you are hot," Dana said, hungry to fulfill the promise she just made.

Jasmine volleyed back the compliment, again out of character. "You are fucking hot too, Mistress."

"Let's go," Dana instructed, trying to veil her eagerness to get the submissive alone.

Jasmine and Dana walked into the hotel together looking like two friends and not dominant and submissive and headed directly to the elevator. Jasmine felt that everybody was watching them, that everybody knew exactly what the two of them were about to do. The reality, of course, was the people paid no unique attention to the two other than to notice Jasmine's stocking-clad legs and Dana's voluptuous bust. 

Once in the elevator, Dana pressed sixteen. 

Once the elevator door closed, Dana turned and pressed her lips onto her MILF's lips. Jasmine immediately opened her mouth and the two were kissing like two horny lovers. Their tongues danced and explored every crevice of each other's mouth. 

Dana broke the kiss and asked her breath already erratic, "Ever do it in an elevator?"

Jasmine responded surprised by the question. "No."

Dana hit the stop button and the elevator came to a jolting sudden stop, between the tenth and eleventh floor. Both women stumbled a bit, Jasmine shocked by Dana's rash action.

"Well, now you will," Dana smiled, devilishly. Dana undid the scarf that was tied to her purse and tossed it over the camera above them. "We don't want our sexual rendezvous all over the Internet, do we?"

"God no," Jasmine gasped, still shocked by yet another turn of events. 

"On your knees, my pet," Dana instructed, still pressing the stop button.

Jasmine hesitated still uncomfortable by the setting.

"Now, my pet, time is of the essence," Dana pushed, her tone shifting slightly from sweet to controlling.

Jasmine, like the good pet she had always fantasized being, like she always wrote about, fell to her knees.

"Good pet," Dana rewarded, her tone back to soft and sweet.

Jasmine remained silent, in awe at her current predicament and the growing contradicting excitement and trepidation. 

"Crawl to me, my eager cunt licker," Dana ordered.

Jasmine had written this scene many times, fantasized it a million more times, but neither were close to the exhilaration of really doing it. She moved in what felt like slow motion, her pussy leaking so much it was escaping from the cloth protection.

Once Jasmine was at Dana's feet, they were interrupted by the intercom and a male voice. "Is anybody in there? If so, please press the green button and hold it while you speak."

Dana still holding the stop button, pressed the green button, and said, "Hello."

"How many of you are in there?" the male voice asked.

"Two," Dana replied.

"We are working on this, Miss, but it may be a while. Just press the green button if you have any questions."

"Will do?" Dana smiled, knowing there was nothing they could do to fix it. Letting go of the green button, she instructed, "Take off my panties, my pet."

Jasmine rattled by the man's voice, her trembling hands moved up under the young girl's dress and tugged down her red panties.

"Do you want to lick my cunt, Jasmine?" Dana asked, looking down at her submissive pet.

"Yes, Mistress," Jasmine admitted, looking up to her seductive Mistress, her mouth watering.

At this moment, Jasmine's phone rang. 

Dana instructed, "Ignore your phone. Your only concern right now is pleasing me, isn't it?"

Jasmine was startled by the phone, knowing it had to be her husband, but her desire to obey Dana overpowered her duties and loyalty as a wife. Also, although this may sound bad and many would disagree, Jasmine did not consider having sex with another woman cheating. She would never, ever cheat on her husband with another man, yet she had on a few occasions had sexual encounters with woman...although nothing that created a sub-domme relationship and none in recent memory. She ignored the still ringing phone and answered, "Yes, Mistress, I am here for you and you alone unconditionally."

Dana smiled happy with the author's answer, but pushed further. "I own you for the next couple of hours, is that clear?"

Being treated like a piece of property, like she often wrote about in her stories, made her even wetter. She didn't hesitate when she replied, trying to impress her seductive goddess, "Yes, Mistress, my body and mind is yours to use. I will obey without hesitation every order you give. I am yours to use as you see fit. My tiny tits are yours. My wet cunt is yours. My cunt licking tongue is yours."

Dana's cunt gushed at the amazing declaration from a woman she felt she knew really well because of the stories she had read. Pushing it just a tad further, Dana questioned with a tone of curiosity, "And your ass?"

Jasmine immediately answered, "Yes, Mistress, that goes without saying. My ass is yours too."

"Fuck, you are hot," Dana moaned, the complete submission of this gorgeous woman, this author who had inspired her through her words, the greatest turn on in her life. "Lick my cunt, Jasmine."

"Yes, Mistress," Jasmine eagerly agreed, going underneath the young girl's dress and directly to the cunt she was drooling over. Jasmine had not licked pussy for over two years, when the younger teacher she had been playing with got a job hours away. But as soon as her tongue touched the sweet wetness of the woman she had known for less than two hours, she remembered just how much she missed the unique taste of a woman. Although the position was awkward, and she had never pleased a woman who was standing up, she lapped luxuriously up and down, slowly parting the redhead's wet pussy lips. Every fifth tongue stroke up, she would purposely reach the young girl's clit, an action meant to tease. Although in an elevator, although on her knees, although her husband was waiting for her somewhere, she was in no hurry. She was savoring every second, every taste and every moan. 

"Oh, yes, Jasmine," Dana moaned, "you are a natural pussy pleaser."

The compliment radiated through Jasmine as she continued licking her one day Mistress' delicious cunt. Time was irrelevant and neither Jasmine nor Dana had any clue how long the submissive pleasured the dominant.

Dana could feel her orgasm building and demanded, "Suck my clit, slut. Suck it hard."

Jasmine smiled to herself loving the power she had over the young, horny near orgasm girl, which was ironic considering her submissive position. None-the-less she obeyed her Mistress' order and took Dana's hard clit in her mouth. 

"Oh fuck, Jasmine, fuck, yes, finger me too, finger fuck my cunt," Dana screamed, her orgasm close to explosion.

Jasmine slipped two fingers inside Dana easily and pumped them in and out furiously as she continued the intense pressure on Dana's clit. All the while, the buzzing in Jasmine's cunt had her desperate to come herself, but she was aware she would not be allowed to until after she had got her Mistress off.

In seconds, Dana's orgasm overwhelmed her and she screamed, pressing the green button wanting all to know, "Oh fuck, I'm comiiiiing, yes, fuuuuuuck, fuck, you dirty whore, you fucking cunt-licking sluuuuuuut,"

The nasty talk only enhanced Jasmine's unconditional surrender to Dana as she wanted to be the whore, the slut, the lesbian. She opened her mouth as the flood of juices exploded out of the redheaded beauty...way more than any previous girl Jasmine had pleasured.

"Are you ok in here?" the man's voice asked. 

"Yes, dammit," Dana moaned, before snapping, "when is this elevator going to be fixed?"

"We are working on it ma'am," the man apologized. "It seems to just be stuck somehow."

Dana smiled at the somehow and let go off the green button. Her orgasm was the most intense of her life and as it pulsed through her she grabbed Jasmine by the head and pulled her deep into her pulsating cunt. 

Jasmine continued licking, ignoring the man's voice, retrieving every drop of the young girl's unique tasting nectar, even as Jasmine's phone rang a second time. 

Dana finally let go of her pet's head and also let go of the stop button on the elevator. Instantly, the elevator continued its upward descent. 

Jasmine quickly stood up, her face shiny with Dana's cum.

Dana smiled, "Fuck you look hot wearing my cum."

"Thank you, Mistress, I will wear it with pride," Jasmine admitted, completely intoxicated by the young girl's words, looks and taste and of the exhilaration of obedience. 

"Grab my underwear, my pet," Dana instructed, as the elevator reached their floor.

Jasmine reached down and grabbed the slightly damp underwear just as the elevator door finally opened. 

To the two teenagers who were waiting for the elevator, there was no physical evidence of the sex scene that had just occurred, other than the glean on Jasmine's face which the two boys were oblivious to. 

Dana walked out and said with a smile, "Hi, studs."

Jasmine followed behind her as the boys drooled at Dana's ample rack.

The boys went into the elevator, staring at Dana the whole time until the elevator closed. 

Jasmine followed Dana down the hallway and to room 1616. 

Once inside, Dana ordered, "Take off that dress, Jasmine."

Jasmine quickly obeyed, although she was ashamed of her small b-cup breasts and her slight belly she never lost after having two children.

"Such perky breasts," Dana assessed, moving to her and kissing Jasmine's just-a-handful breasts.

"They are so small, especially compared to yours," Jasmine said.

"They are the perfect size, my pet. You deal with the breasts that you are given," Dana joked, as she sucked Jasmine`s left nipple into her mouth. "Plus, trust me, big breasts are not all they are made out to be. My back gets sore and I am treated like a sex object by every dirty pervert."

Dana pulled her dress off as well and asked, "Would you like to unclasp my bra for me?"

"God yes," Jasmine replied, her mouth literally watering again.

"Well, what is keeping you from doing it?" Dana joked.

"May I, Mistress," Jasmine questioned, wanting permission like a good pet.

"Of course, silly," Dana chuckled, impressed by just how obedient the MILF was. "Now get over here and unclasp your Mistress."

Jasmine quickly obeyed, reaching around to Dana's back fumbling with the clasp, her excitement only making the simplistic task more difficult. Finally the clasp came undone and Dana's 36G breasts were directly in Jasmine's face.




Taking Jasmine Walker



Seeing the hunger and awe in Jasmine's facial expression, Dana purred, "Go ahead my pet, play with my breasts."

Jasmine cupped Dana's breasts in her hand. Her awe was obvious as she said, "They are so heavy, how do you carry such a load?"

"It is the curse of the large breasts," Dana smiled.

"My tiny breasts could fit in one of yours and still have room for friends to visit," Jasmine joked.

Laughing, making her mammoth breasts jiggle, Dana offered, pulling Jasmine's mouth onto her erect nipple, "Go ahead my pet, take them in your mouth."

"Thank you, Mistress," Jasmine whispered, opening her mouth and taking Dana's stiff big nipple in her mouth.

"You love my big tits, don't you my pet," Dana moaned, her nipples overly sensitive.

"Hmmmm, they are so lovely," Jasmine moaned, focusing on the biggest breasts she had ever touched.

"You want to worship them?" Dana asked.

"God, yes," Jasmine answered, swirling her tongue around Dana's stiff nipple.

"Your tongue feels so good, my pet," Dana complimented; the pleasure from her pet's nipple play bringing sensations directly to her burning cunt. 

Ten minutes of Jasmine kissing, licking and nibbling both breasts proceeded with Dana continuing to talk softly to her. Finally, her cunt blazing, Dana shifted to dirty talk. "On your knees, slut."

Jasmine quickly obeyed, even though she could have spent an eternity pleasuring Dana's voluptuous breasts. On her knees, she was reminded of the egg that had been vibrating in her cunt, having gotten relatively used to the buzzing sensations.

Dana grabbed the bag and ordered, "Follow me, my titty lover."

Jasmine had written many stories where a character had been forced to crawl on their knees, but she herself had never did it. As fantasized, the real life scenario was as exhilarating and humiliating as she imagined. She crawled on the carpeted hotel floor to the bed.

Dana put the bag of toys on the bed and considered her options. Grabbing the strap-on cock, she put it around her waist as Jasmine watched from her subservient point of view. Dana looking down at her pet asked, "Does my MILF slut want to be fucked?"

Being called a MILF flattered Jasmine and the egg buzzing in her cunt for an eternity had her eager to come. "Yes, Mistress, I would love you to fuck your slut."

Dana loved her pet calling herself names as she reached down and pulled the egg out from her pet. "Clean it off my slut, it is soaking wet with your cunt juice."

Jasmine opened her mouth and cleaned her own juices, something else she had never did before, other than from her own finger. Surprisingly, my own taste was salty sweet and she knew she would be tasting herself more when alone at night writing her naughty tales.

A moment later, Dana took the toy back and tossed it on the bed. "Crawl onto the bed, my pet," Dana instructed.

Jasmine pulled herself up onto the king-sized bed.

Dana lay down on the bed, her cock standing straight up. "Straddle me my pet. I want to watch you as you ride me."

"Yes, Mistress," Jasmine obeyed, even though she hated the on top position, always feeling uncomfortable at being watched, her insecurities always getting the best of her.

Dana noticed the trepidation in Jasmine's tone. "Are you uncomfortable on top, my slut?"

"Usually," Jasmine admitted, as she began to straddle the naked redhead. 

"But you will do it for me, won't you?" Dana asked.

"Yes, Mistress," Jasmine answered, her cunt slowly lowering onto the big plastic cock.

"Because I own you, don't I my slutty teacher?" Dana questioned.

Jasmine moaned as the cock slowly filled her while lowering herself onto it, "Yes, Mistress, I'm your slut teacher, your pet teacher, and your whore author."

"I think this will be a good story, don't you think?" Dana asked, watching the beautiful woman's facial expressions as the cock filled her.

"Fuck, yes," Jasmine moaned, the eight inch cock now completely in her cunt.

"Fuck, yes, you will write the story; or fuck, yes, the cock is deep in your slut box?" Dana asked to clarify.

"Both," Jasmine whimpered, as she began to slowly move up and down on the plastic cock, her eyes closed.

"Open your eyes, Jasmine, let me look into those crystal blue eyes. I want to see your hunger," Dana instructed.

Jasmine opened her eyes and looked down at the beautiful young woman. Suddenly her insecurities disappeared as this moment seemed so perfect. She began moving faster, her perky breasts beginning to bounce, as she rode the plastic cock.

"That's it, my cunt-pleaser, fuck yourself. Let loose and be the submissive whore you have always craved to be," Dana ordered.

Jasmine continued riding the plastic cock, not used to bring on top it took a while to get into a rhythm.

Dana suggested, "Use my tits for leverage, my pet."

Jasmine leaned forward, each of the green eyed beauty's massive breasts, holding up Jasmine's weight. This new position gave Jasmine the perfect position to lean forward and move her hips back and forth with smoothness. 

"Fuck you are the sexiest slut teacher in the world," Dana complimented. "Could you imagine if your students had any clue what kind of whore their teacher is? You would have boys forcing you to suck their cocks, you would have girls forcing you between their legs and you would be used as a complete cum bucket. You would like that, wouldn't you?"

Jasmine was riding the cock furiously now, her desire to come all that mattered, and the dirty thoughts of being used by her students only built on her desire to come. "Fuck, yes, I would love to be a teacher slut," Jasmine screamed, verbalizing her naughtiest dirty fantasy, flashes of so many ex-students she would love to submit to...guys and girls...jocks and nerds...she fantasized about them all.

"Close to coming, my teacher whore?" Dana questioned, although her pet's facial expressions made the question redundant.

"Sooooo close, Mistress, may I come?" Jasmine requested, her orgasm on the brink.

"Lean forward, slut," Dana instructed.

Jasmine reluctantly obeyed, but was thrilled when she felt Dana buck her ass up and began fucking her hard. "Oh yes, Mistress, fuck your slut, fuck her haaaard."

"Come now my slut," Dana demanded, as she thrust hard into her pet.

"Thaaaaaaank yooooooou," Jasmine screamed, the all day building orgasm exploding like she had never felt before. Her whole body tingled as she held onto Dana's breasts for dear life.

"That's it, slut, come for me," Dana said, continuing her hard upward thrusts into her coming pet. 

"Yeeeeees, Mistress," Jasmine squeaked out, her breathing erratic as the greatest sexual pleasure of her life poured through her.

"Come harder you fucking slut, you cunt-licking whore," Dana ordered, trying to make her pet's orgasm even more intense, confident the name calling enhanced her pet's pleasure. 

"Oh my fuuuuuucking goddddddddd," Jasmine screamed, loud enough for the neighbors next door to know exactly what was happening. Sensation after sensation after sensation wracked through her body, bringing a delirium of pleasure she didn't think possible. Each nasty name only seemed to increase the pleasure. "Tell me you own meeee," Jasmine begged, wanting to be belittled, to be used like the whore she always wanted to be, like the whore she always wrote about in her stories.

"I own every fucking piece of you my fucking slut. Your sweet ass, your tight cunt, your tiny titties, your slutty mouth and inside your head I own your thoughts, don't I Jasmine Walker?"

Hearing her full name made the scene even more humiliating, bringing her back to the reality of her sin, but she loved every second of it. "Yes, I'm your bimbo, think for me Mistress, tell me what to do," Jasmine declared, the orgasm finally beginning to dissipate. 

Dana rolled Jasmine onto her back and shoved the shiny cock into Jasmine's mouth. 

Jasmine needed no instructions as she sucked her own cum off the plastic fuck-toy. Although awkward on her back, she bobbed back and forth as best she could, Dana's knee placed firmly on her still slowly pulsing cunt kept her in exotic desire.

Dana pulled the now clean plastic cock out of her slut's mouth and unbuckled the strap-on from her waist. She reached into her bag of toys and grabbed her handcuffs. Moving to the side of the bed, she ordered, "Raise your hands, slave."

Slave was a new derogatory term for Jasmine, another one that again turned her on. She obeyed, even though the thought of being handcuffed did not appeal to her at all. 

Dana again noticed her sub's apprehension and asked, "You don't trust me, slut?"

Jasmine stammered, "N-n-no it's not that. It's just I have never been handcuffed before."

"Hmmmmm," Dana purred, "I love when I am your first." Dana handcuffed her sexy pet to the bed. Dana returned to her bag of toys and pulled out a vibrating butt plug. She returned to the bag and grabbed the lube. 

"Ever had anything in your ass, slut?" Dana asked.

"Yes, Mistress," Jasmine admitted, still recovering, and feeling uncomfortable in her restrictive position.

"Details," Dana asked as she applied generously lube to the butt plug.

"My husband has fucked me there," Jasmine explained, thinking of her husband for the first time in a while. 

"Ever been double penetrated," Dana asked, with a smile.

"No, Mistress," Jasmine answered.

"Do you want to be?" Dana asked, even as she moved back to her sexy pet.

"Whatever you wish, Mistress," Jasmine said, before adding, "but I must inform you that I cannot have multiple orgasms."

"You have never had multiple orgasms?" Dana asked, surprised as she was a coming machine herself.

"Not without a few hours in between," Jasmine sighed.

"Challenge accepted," Dana smiled, spreading Jasmine's stocking-clad legs apart. 

"It's impossible," Jasmine informed Dana, having tried herself and with her lovers for years.

"We will see about that, my little slut," Dana responded, confidence vibrating in her as she rubbed the lubricated toy at the pretty teacher's rosebud. "Beg me to fill your ass, my slut."

Jasmine was already a bit tired from the last fucking and once she had an orgasm she often lost the fire of desire, but she begged, "Please fill your slut's ass, Mistress."

Dana could tell that Jasmine had lost the fire she had before she came and the submissive convinced herself she could not have multiple orgasms. Dana would have fun being the first to get her off twice, maybe even three times. She turned the vibrating plug on and slowly began pushing it in Jasmine's sexy ass.

Jasmine whimpered at first, having not had anything in her ass in a long time. Although not painful, it was also not pleasant as it slid inside her. Quickly though the buzzing in her ass, another first, began to get her feeling good. Frustration immediately began inside her knowing that the pleasure may drive her mad with ecstasy, but the dam would never break, she would be stuck in perpetual sexual limbo.

"Fuck, your an ass slut too, Jasmine," Dana smiled, once the medium sized plug was completely lodged in Jasmine's ass. Crawling between the handcuffed sub's stocking-clad legs Dana purred, "I have wanted to taste you directly from the source since I first saw you Jasmine. Do you want me to lick you?"

"God yes, Mistress," Jasmine answered, seeing the luscious red hair, green eyes and dazzling smile between her legs making her hot. 

Dana leaned forward and tasted her pet's sweetness.

Conversely, Jasmine let out a moan as Dana's tongue began licking her. 

"Hmmm, you taste as good as you write," Dana complimented, "Sweet perfection."

"Thaaanks," Jasmine moaned with a soft chuckle, the pressure on her pussy lips mixed with the buzzing in her ass bringing sensational teasing bliss.

"You are not leaving this bed, my pet, until you have that impossible second orgasm," Dana informed her bound pet.

Jasmine joked, "Well, then I guess we will be here for a very long time."

"How long before your husband gets suspicious?" Dana asked between long, wide licks.

Jasmine pondered the question. The phone hadn't rang in a while, but he must be getting worried by now. "I don't know. He must already be wondering. It's not like me to not answer my phone or be waiting when he gets back."

"You are a submissive wife too, aren't you," Dana assessed.

"Not handcuffed to a bed with a vibrating plug in my ass submissive," Jasmine smiled naughtily, before adding, "but yes, I usually do as he tells me in the bedroom."

"You suck his cock?"

"Of course."

"You swallow his load?"

"Often."

"You are a very obedient wife," Dana teased, while swirling her tongue around her pet's clit.

"Yeeeeees, I suppose so," Jasmine moaned as her clit was teased.

"But now you are my submissive, my pet, my slut, aren't you?" Dana asked.

"Yeeees, I am yours," Jasmine moaned, Dana's tongue making her feel so fucking good.

"Fuck I could eat your box all day," Dana said, diving back in and really lapping Jasmine's wetness.

If Jasmine wasn't handcuffed to the bed, she would have grabbed Dana's head and pulled her even deeper inside, but of course she could do no such thing. Instead, she just laid back and enjoyed the teasing pleasure, accepting it was going to be the longest tease of her life.

After a few minutes of licking her pet's cunt, Dana returned to her bag of toys and grabbed the double-ended dildo. Returning to her handcuffed submissive, Dana asked, "Ever used one of these?" 

"Nooooo," Jasmine replied, as Dana rubbed the toy up and down her pet's wet pussy lips.

"Another first," Dana smiled, as she slid the wide dildo into Jasmine's wet cunt.

"Aaaaaaaah," Jasmine moaned, the big toy enhancing the buzzing in her other hole.

Dana smiled, as she ordered, "Move onto your side, my dp slut."

Jasmine struggled to move into the instructed position in her bound position, but eventually did.

Dana put the other end of the double-ended pleasure toy in her own eager cunt and slowly moved herself closer to her pet, taking more of the long, wide cock inside herself. Soon Dana was completely filled and moaned, "Fuck it's all in me, baby. Now it's going to fill you full, my ass-whore."

Jasmine felt the cock slowly fill her as Dana's legs moved between hers. 

"Relax, slut," Dana instructed. "I want our pussy lips to be kissing each other."

"Kkkkkkkk," Jasmine whimpered, beginning to feel fuller than she ever thought possible, the toy buzzing in her ass adding to the fullness. Every time she thought she was completely full, Dana filled her deeper until their cunts were touching and both girls were filled with cock.

"Ready for the greatest sensation of your life?" Dana asked.

Jasmine moaned, feeling a new euphoria she had never experienced, "Yes, Mistress."

"On the count of three, buck your ass up," Dana instructed.

"Yes, Mistress," Jasmine replied, her body again burning with lust.

"One," Dana started. "I'm going to fuck the hell out of you, Jasmine."

Jasmine was dying to see what Dana was going to do next. The two toys currently inside her bringing such pleasure she thought she may pass out.

"Two," Dana counted. "I'm going to give you the multiple orgasms a horny, teacher lesbo slut like you deserves."

Jasmine prayed that Dana could do the impossible because if she didn't reach orgasm soon she may explode with frustration.

"Two and a half," Dana teased. "Are you ready, Jasmine?"

"Yes, Mistress," Jasmine whimpered, adding, "use me please."

"Three," Dana announced and both girls thrust at the same time.

Jasmine screamed as the dildo in her cunt penetrated her deeper than anything ever had in her life. "Oh my fuuuuuuuuucking god."

Dana screamed in unison, as she too was filled completely. 

Both the pet and the trainer bucked back and forth, grinding their cunts into each other, literally fucking each other. 

For ten sweaty grind filled minutes the two women became one as they used each other for ultimate pleasure. Jasmine so close to orgasm, yet unable to cross the threshold was rambling incoherently. "Oh my, fuck, yes, shit, fuck, fuck, fuckity-fuck-fuck, soooooo good, aaaah, fuck, oh my, shiiiit."

Dana smiled at her pet's delirium confident the impossible second orgasm was imminent.

"Will you obey any order I give?" Dana asked.

"Fuck, anything," Jasmine barely got out.

"I want you to come simultaneously with me," Dana informed.

Jasmine sighed knowing that was one promise she couldn't make happen. "Dana, please..."

"On ten you will come my slut," Dana demanded, her tone powerful and unwavering.

Before Jasmine could finish her sentence or protest, Dana began the count up. 

"One, my slut. Tell me what you are?" Dana questioned, between panting, both their bodies shiny with sweet sweat.

"A slut, a dirty fucking lez whore," Jasmine replied, belittling herself.

"Two, my whore. What's in your ass?" 

"A vibrating plug is in my ass," Jasmine whimpered, desperately grinding herself into her Mistress.

"Three, my tit-lover. What are you willing to do to have my tits in your mouth again?"

"Anything, Mistress," Jasmine moaned, her mouth salivating at the thought of the huge tits in her mouth and in her hands again.

"Four, my pussy-pleaser. Anything is a pretty big promise," Dana warned.

"I will do fuuuucking anything," Jasmine promised, her mind on sexual cruise control.

"Five, my submissive play thing. You will come and visit me in England this fall?" Dana asked.

Jasmine was surprised by question, but also knew that after today there was no way she could never do this again. She moaned, "I promise to come and see you and be your unconditional slave while I am there."

"Six, my slutty slave. You understand I will share you with my sorority sisters?"

Instead of being mortified, the thought of being used by English college girls only enhanced her promise. "Oh fuck, Mistress, I would love nothing more. You would make all my nasty whore dreams come true."

"Seven, my author cunt. You also promise to write our story and publish it for the world to read?" Dana questioned.

"It would be my privilege," Jasmine declared, feeling her orgasm bubbling just underneath the surface, her frustration driving her crazy.

"Eight, my married ass whore. I expect you to obey weekly tasks I will send by e-mail, is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress, I am your slave forever, use my body and my mind," Jasmine declared, wanting to give herself body, mind and soul to the beautiful redheaded co-ed.

"Nine, my MILF lesbo. Who owns you?"

"Dana owns me. Dana owns my tits. Dana owns my lips. Dana owns my cunt. Dana owns my ass. Dana is my unconditional Mistress," Jasmine declared, grinding her body against Dana's desperately.

"Nine and a half, my lover. Tell me you love me," Dana whispered.

Jasmine was startled by the demand but all her body felt was unconditional love for this dominant, yet caring young woman. Jasmine heard herself declare, "I love you, Dana."

Dana's orgasm was ready to explode and she announced. "If you love me Jasmine. If you are the obedient pet toy I know you are, come when I say the next number. Are you ready to be my complete pet, Jasmine?"

Jasmine could sense the impending orgasm in her and the dam had already cracked and was about to burst. "Say it Mistress, say it now," Jasmine pleaded.

"Ten my cunt-licking, dildo-fucking, tit-nibbling, ass-buzzing slave, ten, dammit, ten, come my slaaaaave," Dana screamed as her orgasm exploded. 

Simultaneously, a sexual miracle occurred as Jasmine's orgasm triggered and she screamed, "I'm coooooooooming tooooooooooo, Mistress."

Both girl's shook, quaked and writhed as they had the biggest, most explosive, most body chilling, earth shaking orgasms of their lives. They collapsed onto their backs and allowed the pure ecstasy of the orgasm to flow through them. Dana, eyes closed, couldn't believe she had seduced and dommed the Jasmine Walker. Jasmine, meanwhile, couldn't believe she had achieved multiple orgasms after years of trying, the second orgasm hitting her with even more intensity than the first. Silence, other than heavy breathing, continued for a few minutes as both women recovered from a sexual experience like no other.




Taking Jasmine Walker



Finally Dana pulled the toy out of her cunt and her pet and leaned in for a kiss. The kiss was tender and passionate. A minute later Dana stood up and teased, "You can't reach multiple orgasms, hey?"

Jasmine replied still in shock, "I can't believe you made it happen."

"I am a miracle worker," Dana smiled.

"That you are," Jasmine smiled back, just as her phone rang again.

"Shouldn't you get that?" Dana asked.

"I should," Jasmine replied, "but I don't want to yet."

"Good answer my pet," Dana replied, "because I heard three times is the charm."

"Oh my God," Jasmine gasped, "You can't be serious."

"I never joke about orgasms," Dana responded, before adding, "plus I can have at least a half dozen, although usually not at the intensity of those first two you gave me.

"There is no way I could reach another," Jasmine said, the thought absurd.

"Isn't that what you said about two?" Dana asked, grabbing two vibrating eggs. Turning them on, she slipped both into the still handcuffed sub. 

"Oh fuck," Jasmine moaned, "You can't be serious."

"Deadly," Dana smiled, heading to the washroom.

Jasmine sighed and closed her eyes realizing she was at the utter mercy of the redhead goddess. The double buzzing in her cunt was keeping her feeling good, a constant tease.

Dana returned a few minutes later and said, "Do you want to fuck me?"

Just hearing the words made Jasmine tingle. "Yes, Mistress."

"Good," Dana said, finally releasing Jasmine from the restrictive restraints. 

Once the handcuffs were off, Jasmine stood up and stretched. 

Dana returned into her bag and pulled out the last toy, a double-ended, vibrating strap-on. Dana came to her pet and promised, "This is going to be fucking intense."

"I think we hit intense a long time ago," Jasmine smiled playfully.

Dana pressed a button and both sides started vibrating and she slid the smaller four inch side inside her pet's already full cunt.

"Oh my god," Jasmine gasped. The vibrating dildo inside her making the other two balls ricochet inside her like pin balls in her box. 

"I know," Dana purred with a smile, "they say all good things come in threes."

Dana strapped the harness onto her literally vibrating pet who was clearly overwhelmed with the triple sensations inside her. 

"Shiiit, this is fucking intense," Jasmine moaned.

"Just you wait," Dana foreshadowed, oddly putting on a t-shirt. She grabbed another and put it on a confused Jasmine. "We are about to make our third orgasms epic, my pet."

"Kkkkk," Jasmine said confused.

"Follow me," Dana instructed, her devilish smile a warning of something outrageous.

Jasmine followed, each leg movement bringing new sensations inside her very full cunt, as Dana went to her 16th floor balcony and opened the glass door.

Jasmine gasped in shock. "You can't be serious?"

"Get your ass out here slut," Dana ordered, knowing an aggressive push was needed, adding, "It is so gorgeous out here, unlike anything you have ever seen.

"Sorry, Mistress," Jasmine replied, mortified by what was expected of her, but realizing they were on the top floor and no one was likely to see them. Jasmine had to agree as all she could see was crystal blue ocean.

Dana smiled, "It's the same color as your eyes, my pet."

"Thanks, Mistress," Jasmine blushed, loving any sort of flattery given to her.

Dana moved to her railing and bent over offering her pet the picturesque view of her sweet back end. Dana turned around, looking directly into Jasmine's blue eyes and asked, "What are you waiting for? Come and fuck your Mistress."

Jasmine moved onto the balcony and behind her beautiful Mistress. Seeing such perfection her nervousness disappeared and her eagerness to fuck the redhead became all she focused on. She held her eight and a half inch black cock and rubbed it between the crack of Dana's ass.

Dana smiled and asked playfully, "You want my ass, do you?"

"I've never fucked someone in the ass," Jasmine admitted, even though that hadn't been her intent, she was just trying to position the cock properly but from this position she could not get a good view. 

"Another first," Dana quipped, but then you better go back and get the lube.

Jasmine suddenly excited to fuck the green-eyed temptress, turned and went to get the lube, each step bringing intense teasing to her. 

Dana startled her when she grabbed another egg from the bag of pleasure. "If you got double pleasure earlier, I think I should get the same opportunity, don't you think?"

"Whatever you wish, Mistress" Jasmine replied, following Dana back outside into the late afternoon heat.

Dana resumed her submissive position, and Jasmine watched as Dana slid the egg inside her cunt. "Are you going to watch me all day or fuck my ass, baby?"

Being called baby was a turn-on for Jasmine too, a reminder of the intimate connection they now had, so much more than just submissive and domme.

Jasmine generously coated her plastic cock and added some extra lube between her Mistress' ass cheeks. 

Dana moaned at the feeling of Jasmine's fingers at her back door. "While we are like this, you are in control, ok, baby."

"What?" Jasmine asked confused.

"Mistress Jasmine, please fuck my ass," Dana begged, a complete role-reversal.

Jasmine instantly understood and sliding a finger into Dana's ass asked, "Is that the best you can do?"

"Sorry, Mistress," Dana whimpered, her often neglected back door being filled for the first time in a long while. "Mistress Jasmine, please take your slut's back door. Make me your little ass slut."

"Much better," Jasmine said, wiggling her finger inside Dana's ass, preparing it for insertion.

"Are you widening my ass, Mistress, like you wrote about in those Blackmailed cheerleader stories?" Dana asked.

"Yes, my slut," Jasmine said, inserting a second finger in. "Promise me you will come and meet me up at Canada when I am speaking one day where you can be my personal English slut pet."

"Fuuuck, yes Mistress Jasmine, you give me a place and a time and I will be here with stockings and a collar on," Dana declared and screamed, loud, but on the sixteenth floor balcony no one heard a sound.

Two fingers in, Jasmine turned her hand slow widening the redhead's ass. "You get your ass fucked often, my English slut?"

"Seldom," Dana admitted, usually not a big fan of back door play, unless she had reached her sexually euphoria, like she had today.

"But you want me to pound your slut ass?" Jasmine asked, spreading her fingers inside Dana's tight ass.

"Yes, Mistress, I want you to own my ass," Dana declared, similar to earlier declarations from Jasmine.

Jasmine pulled her fingers out and in one fluid motion slid the plastic cock deep into the redhead. 

"Fuuuuuuuuck," Dana screamed, completely surprised by the sudden deep penetration, a mixture of pleasure and pain.

The cock buried in her pet's ass, Jasmine reached under and tapped Dana's clit. "You are such a fucking whore, aren't you? Allowing a stranger to ravage your ass."

"Fuck yeeees," Dana agreed, "a dirty whore like her Mistress."

"Touché," Jasmine laughed and moved her hand to Dana's hips and started slow strokes. To her own amazement, each forward thrust caused chilling sensations of pleasure to her cunt as the two eggs and vibrating dildo collided into each other at full force.

"Fuck, yes, Mistress Jasmine, your cock feels so fucking good in my arse," Dana screamed.

"Arse," Jasmine repeated, "you really are from the island."

"I'm your English slut, your French whore, your teenage dream," Dana declared, even though she was in her early twenties. 

Jasmine continued fucking her teenage dream, yet another fantasy of hers was becoming a reality. Although she was mostly submissive and a born pleaser, once in a while she fantasized of domming a young girl, disciplining a student who had pissed her off. Imagining Jenna, an eighteen year old student from last semester who was a pain in the ass submitting to her had occurred a few times and now Jasmine had her own teenager to dominate. These thoughts had Jasmine thrusting hard and deep into her slut's ass, each deep forward thrust causing her intense pleasure as well as she was literally fucking both her pet and herself. 

Dana loved to role play and as much as she loved the power of being a domme, submission brought her pleasure in a completely different sort of way. The hard thrusts from Jasmine and the buzzing from the toy in her cunt had her orgasm on the rise. "Oh yes, Jasmine, pound my ass, make me your bitch," Dana grunted.

"Jasmine, what, you fucking cunt?" Jasmine snapped.

"Mistress Jasmine," Dana quickly corrected, impressed by Jasmine's quick shift from submissive to dominant. 

"Better, slut," Jasmine said, spanking Dana's ass.

The next few minutes the only sounds were Dana's mixtures of moans, grunts, whimpers, Jasmine's heavy breathing and moaning and the slapping of Jasmine's body crashing into Dana's ass. 

Much to Jasmine's surprise she could feel the incomprehensible third orgasm building and demanded, "I want you to come with me, baby."

Dana smiled at the realization that Jasmine was close to a third orgasm and immediately moved her hand to her clit. "Tell me when to come, Mistress."

Jasmine continued the hard strokes as her orgasm continued building. "Almost there, baby, get ready. So close, so, so, so, fuck, I'm comiiiiing," Jasmine screamed as she slammed into Dana and wrapped her arms around the beautiful redhead.

Dana feeling the quivering sensations of Jasmine as she came, the vibrating cock in her ass, the buzzing ball in her cunt and her fingers recklessly rubbing her clit, Dana's orgasm followed a few seconds later. "Me tooooooooo," Dana screamed, feeling the heat of orgasm and the warmth and comfort of Jasmine's embrace. 

Both beautiful women stood together, eyes closed, in the warm summer breeze as their third orgasms pulsed through their bodies. 

Both past exhaustion, both reaching their greatest sexual euphoria, and both in a state of equilibrium, silence lingered a long time before Jasmine finally pulled her cock out of Dana's ass. 

Both women staggered to the bed, their legs rubber, both getting the pleasure toys out of their over-stimulated cunts, before collapsing on the bed. 

Both women were on their side staring at each other.

Both could not believe how good sex with each other could be; both couldn't believe it could ever be better than this.

Finally Dana spoke. "You know I expect you to keep your promises."

Jasmine tried to recall all she committed too during the throes of passion. "You want to be my online Mistress."

"No, you want me to be your online Mistress," Dana corrected.

"Yes, I do," Jasmine admitted, knowing she had to somehow keep this taboo relationship alive, regressing back into her submissive role, before playfully adding, "although sometimes i think you will need a little training too."

Dana laughed, "That I will, you sexy slut."

"I learn from the best," Jasmine smiled.

"And you will come to England?" Dana asked.

"Yes, I would love to," Jasmine admitted, before adding, "Although I have no idea how I will be able to afford it."

Dana smiled. "If you can create the excuse to why you are going to be gone a week to England, I will pay for it."

"I could never expect that," Jasmine protested.

Dana put a finger to the MILF's lips. "I wasn't asking you, was I?"

"No, but...."

Dana tapped Jasmine's lips to shut her up."Did I ever give you my last name?"

Jasmine tried to remember if she did, but drew a blank. "I don't think so."

"It is Winchester," Dana smiled, adding, "Of Winchester Estates."

"Oh my God," Jasmine gasped, the Winchester's were one of the richest most prominent families in England.

"So money is not really an issue," Dana assured, adding, "how many nineteen year olds can afford a penthouse suite like this on their own?"

"Good point," Jasmine said, her mind reeling.

"So you will come." Dana asked.

Jasmine replied, committing to a crazy week with Dana in the near future, and playing flirtatiously on the word come, "Many, many times I hope."

Dana smiled leaning in for a tender kiss, "You are such a good pet."

Jasmine returned the kiss as her phone rang again.

Breaking the kiss, Dana asked, pointing to her Jacuzzi, "Answer the phone or go for a little hot tub relaxation?"

"Well you do own me for a little while longer, don't you?" Jasmine asked, moving her mouth back to the breasts she was already addicted to."

"That I do, my slut, that I do," Dana smiled, wondering if a forth orgasm for her pet was possible.

The End



Taking Jay Down My Throat



In my recollection, it was the hottest day of the summer. It probably wasn't, but as I sat waiting in my car with no air-conditioning, with the sweat beading up on my upper lip and the heat making me dizzy, it sure felt like it. A decent hangover wasn't helping matters, but my nervousness was likely the biggest contributor to my feelings of physical discomfort. My stomach was in knots and it was hard to think clearly, hard to comprehend what exactly I was there for: if he ever showed up, I was going to blow my husband's best friend in a booth at the adult bookstore.

Jay is nothing if not always late, so after half an hour of melting in the heat, I decided to wait inside. I guess lunchtime on a weekday is a pretty busy time for this particular store -- about 7 or 8 guys watched me as I perused the aisles, the heels of my boots clicking loudly on the linoleum. I picked up and put back a few items, my brain still unfocused and fuzzy, but growing conscious of the eyes of those men. I wondered if they knew what I was there for. The idea that they knew both turned me on and scared me, but I let the arousal take over and affect my movements. I bent over, ostensibly to look at something, allowing the back of my dress to ride higher on my thighs. A few minutes later I squatted down to see an item on the bottom shelf, my dress now showing most of my legs as I let my hand dangle between them, dangerously close to my moistening pussy. At that moment my phone buzzed with a text from Jay. He was 5 minutes away and wanted me to go get a booth. 

I got my tokens from the cashier, which prompted a few of the men in the store to go into the room with the booths, hopeful, I suppose, that I would choose them. That is something I wanted to do at some point -- pick a random guy at the store and suck the cum out of him without ever exchanging names -- but that wasn't why I was here today. This was a trial run, a practice at being naughty, facilitated by Jay, the best man at my wedding.

The booth was dark and gross, as they tend to be. I put in some tokens and half-heartedly turned through the available movies, but it was hard to pay attention; I could hear the audio from movies the other patrons were watching and people kept walking by and knocking on the door. The nervousness I had felt before had now morphed into some cousin of anxiety, twisting my stomach and making my throat dry. In an effort to block out all the stimulus and calm myself, I replayed in my head the events that had put me in this situation.

A few weeks prior, I had been at a bar close to Jay's apartment, too drunk to drive home. He said I could stay over, but I didn't want to sleep with so much alcohol in my system, so we walked around his neighborhood for an hour or so and just talked. At my request, he told me all the dirty details of the time he got blown by a random woman at the adult theater. I'd heard the story before, but hearing that she had swallowed his load made the dull throbbing between my legs more insistent. Emboldened by the alcohol, encouraged by the tingling in my nipples and the dampness of my panties, I blurted out that I'd be happy to do the same for him, should he ever want to do that again. Look, I know it was fucked up to even say that. He had (and still does have) a lovely girlfriend. I have a wonderful, gorgeous husband who lets me get away with murder. But ever since I'd heard the story the first time, I had been dying to be that woman. I wanted to blow a stranger in a theater. I adore sucking cock and I love the idea of being that slutty, allowing a man I don't even know to use my mouth, letting him fuck my throat until his dick throbs against my tongue and he shoots a wad of salty, starchy semen into me. The thing is though, no matter how appealing it is, that is an accomplishment a girl like me would have to work her way up to. Maybe Jay could be a step on my ladder to utter wantonness. 

He laughed it off, clearly flattered by my offer, but caught completely off-guard. We went back to his apartment shortly after, where I slept on the couch and he next to his girlfriend in their bedroom. And apart from being mildly embarrassed at what I'd said, I figured that was the end of it and thought no more about it for the next couple of weeks. 

My brother, a friend and I were out at that same bar two weeks later when Jay joined us for a couple of drinks. While my brother and friend were engrossed in conversation, Jay nonchalantly told me he'd like to take me up on my offer, if it was still open. I was floored. Yes. Yes yes yes yes yes. I couldn't get the word out quickly enough. It's true that I wanted to work my way up to being a total slut, and it's true that my offer to Jay was an attempt to get started on that, but I would be lying if I said that those were the only reasons I wanted to do this. You see, Jay is sexy as fuck. [I almost left that out because I know he's going to read this, but it's a crucial element of the story.] He's got a handsome face and he's tall and broad-shouldered, but those things pale in comparison to the way he carries himself. The man just gives off the impression that he'd be the most amazing lay. And if we did this I wouldn't find that out precisely, but I would at least know what his cock felt and tasted like, and whether his cum was bitter or sweet. We set up a time for the next day, around lunchtime.

And that's how I found myself in that booth, waiting not-so-patiently for a guy who was totally off-limits. Finally, he texted that he was there and I undid the bolt on the booth and let him in.

Looking back, the initial awkwardness makes me giggle. We were being so weird and clumsy, both of us almost pretending that we didn't know what we were there for. It occurred to me that perhaps he had changed his mind and that was the reason for the tension. I'm not a bad person, I'm just a person who does bad things, so I wanted to make sure he was ok before anything happened.

"Are you sure you want to do this? We don't have to do this if you've changed your mind." My words came out in a breathless jumble.

"Yep, I'm sure."

"But really, you're ok, it's not something we have to do if you don't want to, I don't want to hurt anybody, I totally understand if you..."

He cut me off: "I definitely want to do this."

There was a square bench in the corner of the booth and I sat down on it while he fiddled with the movie selection. It became clear that he was stalling; he was exactly as nervous as I was, and hoping I would do something first. So I reached out and hooked my fingers into the waistband of his shorts, turning him toward me and pulling him closer. It was so intimate, the tips of my fingers against the skin of his stomach, and I felt my nipples harden against the fabric of my bra. I drew him closer still and placed my hands on his hips, lifting his shirt a few inches with my thumbs. I leaned my face in and licked his exposed skin. Holy fuck. I heard his breath catch in his throat and blood rushed to my clit, making it stiffen and rub against my underwear as I scooted forward and pulled his shorts down a little more.

I kept going, slowly pulling down his shorts and underwear and kissing and licking the areas I uncovered. Finally his cock sprang out, already half-hard. I kissed all around it, building the anticipation until I couldn't handle it anymore and took the head of it in my mouth. I moved my wet mouth up and down its length a few times, coaxing it into complete hardness. I have been with men who do not, even when totally aroused, get a rock-hard dick. Jay is not one of those men. His entire 7.5 inches was perfectly stiff and the skin was velvety soft. It felt so fucking good in my mouth, filling it exactly the way I wanted it to, sliding back and forth between my soft, wet lips. I curled my tongue so it would make the most contact with the underside of this beautiful cock that was now softly fucking my face. But it wasn't enough -- I wanted him in my throat. I put his hand on the back of my head, hoping that it would clue him in to the fact that I wanted to choke on his cock. He understood and pushed my head and his hips toward each other, but the angle wasn't right and I wasn't getting it down my throat. 

I got up and squatted in front of where he stood, immediately taking him back in my mouth. This seemed to work better and I was getting a good portion of his big dick wet with that thick, back-of-the-throat saliva. I alternated fast and slow, pulling him all the way in and letting him feel my throat muscles contracting on him. By this time, my pussy was aching, begging to be touched, so I reached under my dress and pulled my thong aside. My wetness surprised me and I used it to lube my middle finger, lightly gliding it along my lips, then up to circle my clit. The void in my cunt was at this point almost painful, so I brought my finger back down and put it inside myself, just up to the first knuckle. I gently stroked my g-spot for a minute, feeling the slippery fluid increase. Jesus. I was positively drenched now. I introduced a second finger and the smell of my arousal wafted up. It smelled so strong to me, and I was faintly embarrassed, inexplicably not wanting Jay to know how turned on I was. 

There was a series of light but insistent knocks on the partition between our booth and the next one, a sign that someone wanted us to open the little hatch and let him watch or even participate in our fun. Despite the thrill I generally get out of exhibitionism, it just didn't feel right, so we tacitly agreed to ignore it and eventually the knocking stopped. At this point, Jay had moved to the bench and I was on my knees in front of him, still sucking and now also stroking him with my hand. A copious amount of saliva makes for pretty decent lube, so I stopped for a minute and pulled down the straps of my dress. I then lifted my tits out of the confines of my bra and wrapped them around his cock. I'm not a conceited girl, but I will tell you, I've got lovely tits. They're not as perky as they once were, but they're full and soft and my nipples are a dusky pink. Those nipples were as hard as little pebbles as I enveloped him in the silky smoothness of my breasts and slid them up and down the entire length of his shaft. After a couple minutes of this, he groaned and said I had to stop, that he was too close to cumming.

We switched again, me back on the bench and him standing. He put my hands on his ass and I used it to push him further into my mouth, wedging the head of his cock in my throat like I was trying to swallow it whole. I could feel him shaking, his body shuddering under my hands. Thinking maybe he needed to sit down, I drew my mouth off of his cock.

"Jay, you're shaking. Are you alright?"

"I know. I'm fine. It's a good thing." 

Relieved, I went back to work. I was moving quickly now, up and down his dick, and a thin trickle of saliva escaped from the corner of my mouth as I looked up at him. I love seeing a guy's face when I blow them, especially that look of concentration they get when they're close. The furrowed brow is a dead giveaway. He wasn't quite there yet, but I couldn't wait any longer. I had to taste his cum. I plopped his cock out of my mouth and laid it between my breasts again. I squeezed them hard around his prick, that stiffness contrasting beautifully with the softness of my tits. He just stood there as I titty-fucked him, watching, getting ever closer to climax.

"Tell me when you're gonna cum," I pleaded. "I need it in my mouth. I want to taste it."

He said he was about to so I placed my mouth back on his cock. I started to move, but he held my head still and a few seconds later, his penis throbbed and shot three or four jets of semen onto my tongue. It was sweet and salty and better than I'd expected. I didn't even swallow right away, preferring to savor what I'd worked so hard for. Finally I let it slip down my throat as he withdrew his cock and got cleaned up. 

We sat in amiable awkwardness for a few minutes, both of us crammed onto that little bench, his arm draped over my shoulder at a strange angle. Then we left at the same time, with every eye in the place on me. I wondered what they thought, and if they had heard the wet noises of the blowjob and my soft moans as I finger-fucked myself. I hoped they had. I hope they heard it from outside the door of our booth and it made them hard. I hope they heard him say he was going to cum and I hope they knew I swallowed it because the kind of girl who blows guys in porno booths is the kind of girl who always swallows. 

I had one more experience with Jay, so let me know if you like the story and I'll do a follow-up.