0 comments/ 48381 views/ 5 favorites The Awakening Of Sara By: smokelover Sara anxiously watched the clock. 4:45 on a Friday afternoon has to be the longest fifteen minutes of the whole week. She had no real plans for the weekend; it had just been one of those weeks. She was ready to kick back and relax; maybe she would stop and have a drink or two on the way home. As long as she was out of the office, she didn't care. Finally, 5:00 and the weekend were here! She pulled up her hose to tighten them up, slipped her heels back on, stood up and smoothed out her leather skirt, grabbed her purse and headed for the elevator. She opened her purse to get a cigarette ready for the ride home. Damn! She must have smoked the last one at lunch. No big deal, she knew that the news stand outside the office sold cigarettes. She walked around the corner to the news stand and bought a pack of Virginia Slim 120's and headed to her car. She reached her car and got inside. She pulled out her favorite pair of black leather driving gloves and slipped them on. Mmmmm, she enjoyed the feel of cold leather against her skin. She immediately felt a slight tingle between her legs. She packed her cigarettes, opened them and pulled one of the long white cigarettes from the pack. She placed it in her mouth and pulled long and hard on it as she lit it up. Ahhh, she thought, I'm ready for anything. She started her car and proceeded to drive home. She had only been driving a short time when she noticed the sign of a quiet little bar, that she had been in a few times. She thought, "What the fuck! I deserve a drink after this week." She pulled into the parking lot and parked her car. She grabbed her purse and headed inside. The bar was dimly lit and only a few patrons, just the way she wanted it. She headed for the bar, sat down and ordered a dry martini extra olives. She pulled out her cigarettes and lit one up while she waited for her drink. The bartender brought her the drink; she thanked him, paid for it and took a sip. Ahhh, just the way she liked them. She slid two dollars into his tip jar and took a long drag on her cigarette. As she exhaled, she couldn't help but notice the strikingly beautiful lady at the end of the bar. She had dark hair that was pulled back in a tight little bun. She was well built and looked as if she may work out. She was wearing a very nice Armani business suit and enjoying a cigarette and a martini, just as she was. Sara realized she was now staring at the lady and quickly turned away. Sara finished her cigarette and swallowed down the last of her drink. Before she could order another, the bartender was bringing her one and he said it was compliments of the lady at the end of the bar. Sara smiled in her direction and got up with her drink to go and join her. She thought some friendly conversation would be nice. "Thank you for the drink, my name's Sara", she said as she sat down next to her. The lady looked up and said,” Hello Sara, you may call me Ms. Serena". What a bitch, Sara immediately thought to herself. But she did buy her a drink, so she would be nice and play along. "Sara, take a cigarette out of my case and light it for me", Ms. Serena ordered. "What?" Sara asked, slightly stunned by the ladies frankness. "You heard me, now!" she ordered. Sara was not sure what to think of this, so she did as she was told. She removed a long white cigarette from the case and lit it. She then placed it in Ms. Serena's beautiful pouty lips. "Now take one for yourself, I never do anything alone" she insisted. Sara again, did as she was told. Their conversation continued through two more martinis and several more cigarettes with Sara being ordered to remove and light each of the cigarettes. Sara felt a strong sexual feeling beginning to grow as Ms. Serena seemed to be taking more and more control of her. "You've had too much to drink Sara, leave your car here, my driver will take you where you desire" Ms. Serena insisted. Sara was intrigued and helplessly agreed. Ms. Serena paid her tab, left a healthy tip and the two ladies headed towards the door. Once outside, Ms. Serena waved for a limo to pull up to them. Sara was surprised to say the least. She was not expecting to be driven home in a limo. The driver got out and opened the door for the ladies. Sara climbed in first followed by Ms. Serena. The driver closed the door and got back inside and drove off. "I want another cigarette Sara, and I want it now!" ordered Ms. Serena. "Why do you keep ordering me to get you a cigarette? Sara nervously asked. “Because I am a very dominate lady who always gets what she wants, and you my pretty are in need of some discipline". Ms. Serena answered. Sara got out another cigarette, lit it and placed it in Ms. Serena’s mouth. She took a long drag on the cigarette and blew the smoke directly into Sara's face. This made her cough slightly. Sara went to get herself a cigarette when Ms. Serena grabbed her hand, "Did I tell you, that you could have a cigarette"? "No, but I thought." before Sara could finish her sentence, Ms. Serena pulled her towards her and kissed her full and hard on the mouth. Her tongue was firm and moist and she had complete control over this kiss. Sara had never been kissed by another woman, but the alcohol was taking effect and she was really getting turned on by the whole events of the evening. The kiss ended. Ms. Serena insisted,” Now, you will be spending the evening with me, my driver will take you home in the morning". Sara was on fire. She couldn't remember ever feeling so horny or ever having such strong desires to be with another woman. All she could say was," Yes ma'am". As the limo pulled into the carport and came to a halt. The driver got out and opened the door; the two ladies exited and went inside. Sara looked around in amazement. Ms. Serena was obviously a woman of wealth and taste. "Go into the living room and make yourself comfortable, pour a drink if you like, I will return in a short moment", Ms. Serena instructed. Sara obliged and went into the living room. Sara found the wine cabinet and opened a bottle of red and poured two glasses, sat down and awaited her mistress's return. Ms. Serena entered the room. She was wearing a long flowing red robe which she had pulled tightly. Sara couldn't help but notice the black leather boots that she was wearing. "Get up and follow me, now!" she ordered. Sara snapped up and quickly followed Ms. Serena down a winding stair case. The basement was decorated in leather furniture, a large curio cabinet and a large wooden chest. Ms. Serena turned and opened her robe. She was wearing a black leather corset latex stockings and knee high black leather boots. She walked over to the curio, opened it and removed a pair of full length black latex gloves. She slipped the gloves on. She walked over to the large couch and sat down. "Remove all of your clothing except your skirt!" she snapped. Sara hesitated, was she making a big mistake. "I said remove your fuckin' clothes bitch!" Ms. Serena ordered. Sara was too scared to hesitate. She removed everything but her leather skirt. "You forgot your panties, Sara." Ms. Serena said in a condescending manner. Sara nervously slid her undergarments off. She felt very vulnerable as she stood there buzzing from the alcohol. She felt the need to cover her voluptuous breast. "Move you hands, now! Do you think I wanted you to strip so you could cover your breast?” Ms. Serena ordered. Sara dropped her hands. "Mmmm very nice, Come over here and kneel before your mistress", Sara did as she was told. Ms. Serena pulled out her cigarette case, removed one of the long white cigarettes, lit it, pulled long and hard on it, and then exhaled the smoke in Sara's face. Damn she wanted a cigarette right now. "I want you to bury your face in my pussy and satisfy my needs Sara", Ms. Serena ordered. "What?" Sara nervously said. But before she could grasp the situation, Ms. Serena stretched out her latex clad arm and grabbed Sara by the back of the head and forced her mouth down on her pussy. The smell of the wet pussy was very intoxicating, Sara began to kiss Ms Serena's mound. She ran her tongue up and down the clit and all around lapping up all the sweet juice she could. Ms. Serena sat back smoking her cigarette and moaning in ecstasy. "Ahhh, you're such a good little pussy eater Sara, make your mistress cum and I will reward you". She moaned. She knew Serena had to be close to an orgasm as she let the cigarette dangle from her mouth as she placed both hands on Sara's head and began to fuck her face. "Yes, Yes, Oh God Fucking yes!!!!" Ms. Serena screamed out as she came. Sara lapped up all the love juice she could. She was surprised at how much she really enjoyed the taste of it. Serena extinguished her cigarette and pulled Sara to her so she could kiss her long and deep. "Now my little bitch it's your turn. I want you to sit on the couch, light a cigarette and get that sweet pussy of yours nice and wet for me", Serena ordered. Sara did what Serena wanted her to do. As she sat on the couch, she reached for the gold case and removed a long white cigarette. Damn this was going to be the best fucking cigarette she had ever had. Ms Serena had walked over to the curio, and when she returned, Sara could see the 9" black strap on dildo swinging between her legs. Sara gasped. Serena approached Sara. "I'll take my cigarette now", Serena snapped. "But I thought it was mine." Sara answered. Serena looked at her and smiled,” Well, you thought wrong bitch, now hand it over". Sara gave her the freshly lit cigarette. "My dick is dry, I want you to get it good and wet for me, before I fuck you with it" Serena ordered. Sara obeyed. She took the long black dildo into her mouth and worked it over, just as if it were a real penis. Serena smoked the cigarette and blew the smoke in Sara's face until it was down to the filter. She ordered Sara to take the last drag, roll over and put it out in the ashtray. As she was turned putting out the cigarette, Serena rolled her into a doggy position in front of the couch. She then got behind her and shoved the big black dildo hard into her pussy. Sara screamed, but had no choice but to take it. Serena fucked her hard and furiously. "Tell me how much you like it slut!”, Serena demanded. "Oh god it feels so good! I love your cock mistress Serena, please fuck me harder" Sara moaned. Serena was happy to oblige her slave. Sara felt the orgasm build as she was about to explode, Serena withdrew and laid the dildo on Sara’s back. "Now light me another cigarette bitch, and I may let you cum!" Serena ordered Sara. Sara opened the case and pulled out another long white cigarette, lit it and handed it to her mistress as she was instructed. Serena took the cigarette and held it in her mouth as she smoked it. She then took her latex clad hands and got as much juice from Sara's pussy as she could and made her ass as wet as she could get it. "Now, I'm gonna fuck your ass like it's never been fucked before!” Serena told her. "No mistress, please don't. I've never been fucked in the ass, it will hurt" Sara cried. "Yes it will dear Sara, but you will grow to love it" Serena insisted. She took the soaking wet cock and slowly entered Sara's ass. She cried out as her mistress began to fuck her. "Now, you will play with your clit and squeeze your nipples while I fuck your ass!" Serena instructed. Sara found her throbbing swollen clit and worked it feverishly. She took her other hand squeezed her nipple as hard as she could. Damn this all felt so good! Sara was alive sexually for the first time in her life. It was as if her whole body was one giant g-spot being stimulated. She began to scream,” I’m gonna cum! Oh please mistress please fuck me harder please...OH GOD! OHHH! OHHH!" She collapsed on the couch as Serena pulled the cock from her ass. Serena removed the strap on, and told Sara to follow her up stairs. Sara did as she was told. She was led to a guest room where she removed the rest of her clothes and passed out on the bed. When she awoke the next morning, her clothes had been cleaned and folded and placed on the foot of the bed. She got up, got dressed and exited the bedroom. The limo driver was sitting in a chair outside her room. "Are you ready to go to your car Ms. Sara?" he asked. "Uh, mmm I guess so...",Sara answered, some what confused. She asked the driver several questions about Serena, but he would only answer that he is not at liberty to discuss Ms. Serena. The limo arrived at the bar where Sara had left her car. The driver stopped the limo and got out and opened her door. Sara got out and climbed into her car. She started the engine, pulled her Virginia Slims from her purse. She took one of the long white cigarettes from the pack and lit it. She took a long hard drag and exhaled. She put the car in drive and smiled as she drove herself home. The End The Awakening of Sara I've lived a pretty traditional life. I went to college where I met and married my husband. He had a good job with a financial institution for many years and became wealthy. At first I stayed home with our two sons and when they started school, I went to work as a teacher. We had friends, an active social life, and were involved in several civic clubs. Eventually the boys grew up and moved several hundred miles away to pursue their careers. Each married and began his own family. Empty nest was not a bad time. My husband and I enjoyed having little responsibility and no one else at home. We traveled some and our sex life was adequate though nothing exciting. Two years ago Henry died and left me well-off financially but very alone. I had long since retired from teaching and really didn't know what to do with myself. I have friends, but I suddenly found them boring and began to withdraw into myself. About a month ago, that all changed. I went a little crazy -- some would say very crazy for a sixty-year-old grandmother -- and I think made many changes for the better. However, read what happened and then you judge whether you think I did the right thing or not. It started when a local men's civic club was going to have a workday. The men would come to your house on a Saturday and do odd jobs like clean the gutters or make minor repairs. They didn't charge anything, but you were to make any donation you felt appropriate. Since Henry had died, I had let a lot of little things go and I had a rather extensive list. Of course, I was willing to make a substantial donation to their club. Saturday morning four of the men showed up and began to go to work. I knew most of them as they lived in the neighborhood and Henry had been a member of their club. They began to clean gutters, rake the leaves, and do touch up paint work. As the day progressed, the number of helpers grew to eight ranging in age from about fifty-five to seventy. I ordered pizza for lunch for the group and went to the grocery store and bought a couple of cases of beer and some bourbon as a reward for when they were finished. Late in the afternoon several of the men finished their work and began to drink the whiskey and beer. I sat with them and opened a beer for myself. Since I had not seen most of these men in a year or more we caught up on what was going with each other. I let them know how much fun it was to have them there because I had become quite lonely recently. As the beer and whiskey began to take a little effect one of the guys, Gary, turned to me and said, "Can I ask you kind of a personal question?" "Sure, I guess," I said. "What do you do about, well, sex? We live next door, and we don't ever see any men coming or going," he said. "It's been pretty sparse in that department," I answered. "It gets bad sometimes so I have to take matters into 'my own hands.'" The men gave an embarrassing laugh at this and seemed upset that Gary would ask such a question. I sensed their unease and didn't want them to leave so I said, "It's OK to ask. Your sex drive doesn't die with your spouse. I used to wonder the same thing about people." We talked on a little longer and I noticed Gary was still eyeing me. I didn't mind, of course, but he lived right behind me and while we had never known him or his wife that well, we were acquainted. When I went in the kitchen to get some more beer he followed me in, came up behind me and started rubbing my rather ample sixty-year old ass. At first I thought about slapping his hand away, but it felt so good I just let him do it. Finally, I turned and said,"You're married, Gary." "I know, but there's no action over there. I may be sixty-five but I still need some loving. My wife is so straight it's ridiculous," he answered. "The least you could do is give me a kiss or show me a little something." Obviously Gary was beginning to get a little drunk, but the idea gave me a thrill. "Go back in and sit down, Gary. I'll think about what you said as I get the beer." Why not give them a little show, I thought. My life is about as dull as it gets. I quickly ran up the stairs to my bedroom and took off the oversize sweatshirt and sweat pants I had been wearing. I grabbed a black T-shirt that was just a little too small and emphasized my 44 double D's and a pair of white short shorts a woman my age shouldn't even own, much less wear. I removed my shoes and went back downstairs barefooted and excited. As I went into the den with more beer and some mixers for the bourbon all eight men looked up and got quiet. I acted as if nothing was going on and began to pour some more peanuts in the bowls I had put out. "Hey, Gary," one of the men said, "it looks like your sex question got Sara here to thinking." The other men laughed and I said, "I just wanted to get a little more comfortable, that's all." "How comfortable do you want to get?" another asked. All eight were hollering now and making cat calls. We were all a little drunk and the banter was becoming more and more raunchy. I stood up and said, "What interest do any of you have in a sixty-year old woman with big boobs and a wide ass? Except, of course, as I look around most of you are my age or older and I see a lot of guts hanging over those belts." "I may have a big gut," one of them shouted, "but everything works that's supposed to and I don't take Viagra." This was greeted with congratulatory shouts. "You haven't answered the man's question, Sara," Gary said. "How comfortable do you want to get?" "Are you asking for a show?" I asked. "Hell, yes," they shouted in unison. I debated for about two seconds. I was half drunk, lonely, and hadn't had this much attention in years. I reached down and pulled my T-shirt over my head exposing my bra. The group cheered and I was encouraged. I went over and put on a CD and began to dance to the music. Slowly I pulled down my shorts leaving me in just my bra and panties. The guys clapped and cheered and a few began to unzip their pants and take off their shoes. Apparently, they were preparing to join me. As I gyrated my ass to the music I reached behind my back and undid my bra, releasing my massive tits. I danced so that they shook back and forth. I walked over to Gary, leaned forward and smothered his face with my boobs. The other men went crazy. I moved back to the middle of the room, stood still and stared at them until they got quiet. Then I put my finger inside my panties, slid them off and threw them to one of the men. I went over to where my drink was and took another shot of bourbon. I noticed several of the guys were rubbing the front of their jeans and the idea of eight guys whose dicks were hard because I stood naked in front of them made me as wet as I had ever been. To this point, I had been plenty brazen, but then I really went off the deep end. I sat on the rug in the middle of the den, spread my legs and said, "It may be old and fat, boys, but it is pussy and if you want it, come and get it." With that, shoes, jeans, shirts and underwear went flying everywhere. Before any of them got completely undressed I remembered some cigars Henry had in a humidor. I went over, got one, lit it and began to smoke. I laid down on the floor, spread my legs and puffed on the cigar. The men, all naked now, lined up for an old lady gang bang. The first one was Gary. He pulled my legs up to his shoulders and pushed his seven inch dick in me. I couldn't see his dick, but I did see his big belly bouncing up and down as he humped me to the cheers of his friends. I came twice and had to pull the cigar out of my mouth each time to scream. "The bitch likes it," one of them said. "Hell, yes, I like it you stupid bastard," I answered. "What else do you want?" Gary asked as he continued to pump me. "Talk to me, guys. Talk dirty to me. The dirtier the better," I yelled. With that Gary shot his load in my pussy and put the entire weight of his big belly on top of me. When he pulled out I put up my hand up to stop the next guy. I took the cigar and slipped in my freshly fucked pussy, covered it with Gary's cum and put it back in my mouth. "She's a fucking whore," shouted. "Look at that, she loves cum. Let's give it to her." As the next guy fucked me, another one began to masturbate over my face. I reached up and grabbed his dick and gave him a hand job while I was being fucked. He was drinking a beer while I was pumping his dick. "That's it you fucking cunt. I'm gonna shoot cum all over your fucking face." As the guy I was giving the hand job to shot his load, I tried to catch as much as I could with my tongue while he kept saying, "That's it cum slut. Drink it down. You love cum." When the second guy finished fucking me I put the cigar in for some fresh cum. Then I put it back in my mouth and turned over on my hands and knees. "Give it to me doggie style boys," I yelled. "But keep it in the pussy -- no anal." A third guy entered my pussy from behind and another slid under me and poked is dick toward my mouth. I put down the cigar and started giving him a blow job. I looked up for a second and said, "Hey, somebody bring me a drink." Then I went back to sucking cock and getting fucked. One of the guys put down a shot of bourbon. I held on to the cock I was sucking, grabbed the glass and downed the shot. Then I said to the guy who brought the drink over, "Make yourself useful and slap my ass, will ya?" "What?" he asked. "I said I want to be spanked you stupid son of a bitch. I've got cock to suck and a pussy to get fucked. I can't do everything." The others laughed at this and the guy began to spank me as best he could with the other guy fucking me from behind. I didn't think I could stand the excitement much longer. I have never been as turned on or as willing to do anything as I was that afternoon. The guy I was giving the blowjob to started to cum, and I swallowed every drop and then kissed him right on the mouth. He was so drunk and so spent, he didn't even care. For the next two hours I was fucked, spanked, called a whore, a cunt, a slut, and a cum receptacle. Guys beat off and shot cum on my face, in my hair and on my tits. I was force fed whiskey and I continued to smoke a cigar that had been dipped in my cum filled pussy at least ten times. Finally, everyone was spent and the men began to get dressed and leave. Gary was the last to go and asked if I needed anything. I assured him I was OK. I locked up the house and went to bed without even washing the cum and beer from my hair. The next morning I woke with a sore pussy, a bruised ass, dried cum all over me, cigar breath that would have embarrassed a dragon, and a hangover. I got in the tub and began to clean up. I got out of the tub and dried off. Without putting on any clothes, I went into the den. There were empty beer cans and whiskey bottles. There were glasses and cigarettes and a few pair of men's underwear. Peanuts were all over the floor and cum stains were on the rug. I spent the next hour cleaning up. When I was through I sat down with a cup of coffee, naked, at the kitchen table. I had been the object of a gang bang last night. I had been humiliated, spanked, and fucked. I had acted like a cheap whore or worse. I was, at least last night, a complete, unashamed slut. And I have never felt so alive in my life. The soreness and the shame and even the hangover all feel good. As I thought more about it, I started to get wet. Slowly I moved my finger to my clit and began to rub. I was about to climax when the doorbell rang. To be continued...