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New Horizons Ch. 1

By: Bob Peale



Author's Note:

STOP!!!

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Sandy ran a hand through her hair one more time then pulled it back into a ponytail. She was wearing her usual "going to get her hair done" outfit, jeans and sweatshirt, but today she felt a little self conscious about it - after all, technically she was going to a "spa".

Someone in Houston or Dallas or Austin (the place changed every time she heard the story) had come up with the idea; outfit a monster Winnebago like a day spa and travel between a group of small towns on a regular schedule, bringing "big city pampering" as the slogan went. Sandy and her friends all snorted at the idea at first, but one by one they'd each gone and all raved about it. Everyone, that is, except Sandy, who'd held out until now, when she'd gotten a gift certificate this past Mothers' Day.

She drove down to the supermarket, which was the closest pickup point to her house. Not only did the spa roll from town to town, it also stopped at various places within a town to reach as many people as possible. You could get picked up and dropped off at any of them. She parked her car, locked it, and leaned against the door, waiting. It was warmer than she liked, and it wasn't long before her clothes clung uncomfortably to her. She tried to adjust them but nothing seemed to work; she wished she'd worn another outfit.

While she pulled at her bra and tried to get comfortable a shadow fell across the car. She looked up and saw the most garish thing she'd ever laid eyes on. Big and pink, it looked like a pastry on steroids. The driver's compartment was darkened so she couldn't see in, and the side door had been removed. It was bigger than other trailers she'd seen before, as wide as two cars and as long as three. There were no windows except up front, and "Heaven Help Us", the name of the spa, was etched in glittery paint across the side.

An effeminate man appeared from around back and waved her over. He wasn't any taller than her (5'6"), with shocking white hair cut a little long for her tastes, a round, soft jaw and full lips. His other features were non descript, but his body was muscularly compact, like a fitness instructor. He wore a one-piece spandex unitard that looked like a tank top and biking shorts from a distance. It was the same color as the spa, and as Sandy got closer she could see very clearly that he wasn't wearing any underwear. His cock was a thick swollen tube running several inches down the front of his thigh. It was obvious he was circumcised, and she was impressed at his ability to stand there indifferently.

"Sandy?" he asked brightly. She nodded.

"Well come on girl, what are you waiting for? There's only one Queen 'round here and it is surely not you!" he lisped exaggeratedly for her benefit.

She smiled and followed him into the trailer. Inside the walls and ceilings were draped with soft, billowy material in pastel colors, plush, overstuffed cushions were tossed about everywhere, and another door was set into a wall about 8 feet in front of her.

"I'm Lance, and I'll be doing your facial. This is the dressing room; after you disrobe, I'll take you back there," he said, gesturing toward the door.

"Disrobe?"

"Honey, this is a spa, not 'Betty's Wash-N-Set'. How can we pamper you dressed like that," he pointed to her clothes.

Sandy blushed.

"If you're modest you can keep your bra and panties," he continued, removing her sweatshirt before she could protest.

She shooed him away when he tried to unsnap her jeans, but hurriedly kicked off her shoes and slid them down over her hips before he tried again. He looked over her body with a detached, clinical eye. She was no swimsuit model, but she'd always thought her body was ok. Her legs were still firm (she still joked that she could crack a walnut between her thighs) and her breasts hung nicely off her frame. Sure kids and housework had made her a little more round in some places but what she lacked in shape she made up for in enthusiasm. She got aroused quickly, and with the right stimulation could cum 2 or 3 times during a session.

She blushed deeper as his eyes traveled along her body. She'd never undressed in front of any man other than her husband, and she hadn't undressed in front of anybody else since high school gym. Of course, she hadn't expected to take her clothes off so her bra and panties didn't match. Her pink, string bikini panties clashed painfully with her white cotton bra. Her eyes strayed to his crotch. Was it swelling?? No, it had to be her imagination. He was gay - he had to be. How else could he parade around in that outfit in front of women all day? His gaze lingered a little longer, and then he brushed past her and selected a black silk short robe from several hanging on the wall.

"This should fit you nicely," he said, emphasizing the word "nicely."

He helped her into it and wrapped his arms around her, tying it in front. She felt his cock press into her flank and his arms brushed her tits just long enough to make her wonder if it was intentional.

With confident ease he grasped her above the elbow and led her through the door in the far wall. She found herself in a short, narrow corridor with five doors, one in front and two on each side. They entered the second door on the left, and she saw it contained a large chair soft looking chair, a table littered with beauty supplies, a sink designed for use with the chair, and a bonnet style hairdryer. Soft music surrounded them, and the gentle rhythm of the moving trailer felt soothing under her bare feet. He sat her down in the chair, fiddled behind her, and two padded leg rests rose to support her. He fiddled again and she reclined, the leg rests rising in the middle, forcing her to bend her knees, and sticking out at the ends to allow her to position her feet comfortably with her soles parallel to the floor. The robe fell away to reveal her pink clad crotch and she snatched it back into place. Lance chuckled.

"Your gift certificate is for the 'Pretty' treatment. You know that includes a manicure, pedicure, wash, color, cut and facial, right?" She nodded. "Great. Now because we are moving, I need to restrain you so you don't move around; otherwise, your nails and toes will look like you got them done at a carnival. You don't have a problem with that, do you?"

Her heart hammered. Did he say restrain? Oh lord, this was going to be rough. One of Sandy's biggest fantasies was to be tied up and fucked. She'd tried to get her husband to do it but he told her she was being stupid, and she never brought it up again. Now, here she was, half naked, and about to be retrained. She shivered, and then blushed, afraid some how she'd revealed her thoughts. She shook her head mutely, indicating that she didn't have a problem. He fastened soft leather cuffs over her wrists, securing her to the arms of the chair, then attached similar cuffs from the leg rests around her ankles, tested their hold, and nodded. Sandy let out a low moan. This was more incredible than she'd ever imagined, and it wasn't even a sexual situation. She was immobile; pulling against the straps confirmed that she was held in place. Trying to move her legs caused her crotch to be exposed again. Lance looked at it but made no move to cover it. She shivered again, and this time felt herself moisten. Oh shit, she thought, I'm going to soak through my panties and he's going to know I'm turned on. Instead of inhibiting her, it made her even wetter.

"Ok, I'm going to start the facial," he said, as if this was the most natural thing in the world for him. "Once I've got it going, we'll start the manicure and pedicure."

He produced an eye-pack made of a black, gel-like material, and quickly covered her eyes. It had a medicinal smell, like menthol, but it was soothing and it totally blacked out any light. As her mind started to drift, the effect the bonds had on her intensified. She bit down on her lower lip to stifle a moan.

"Are you ok?" Lance asked teasingly.

"Yes, just a little warm," she said weakly.

In the recesses of her mind she registered that his lisp was gone, replaced by a strong sensual voice. His hands worked expertly on her face, massaging it, rubbing in oils and creams, turning the tight muscles to putty. Involuntarily she thought about his spandex covered cock and she tried to part her legs in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure on her clit.

"Now we'll apply the mud, then you have to sit for 30 minutes," she heard Lance say dreamily.

To Be Continued...

New Horizons Ch. 10



Chapter 10: Beth's visit

I awoke later, somewhat confused. I seemed to remember that Beth called me at some point after the chapter meeting, and I remember her saying something about coming over but almost everything after that is a bit of a blur...at least to a point. 

I know I locked the door and went to the bathroom, where I fell asleep sitting on the toilet. Not surprising after what I'd been through at the chapter meeting. I woke up with a numbness in my legs and nearly fell when I realized they were asleep as well. It took several minutes of effort to restore feeling enough for me to stand. 

At some point, I stripped naked and dropped to the bed, without even getting under the sheet. That's the point where things evidently happened that I had no knowledge of, or was so sound asleep it didn't matter. 

Now, I was lying face down on my bed, naked. My hand was next to my face on the pillow and my right arm was tucked into my body. No problem so far, right? Where the confusion came in was why my legs were spread so wide and why I had a pillow under my body, just above my hips. Are you getting the picture? 

The next thing I noticed was that someone was lying on the bed between my legs and thankfully, they were female. Some how or another, two of her fingers had found their way into my pussy and her face was lying against my ass. Hen nose was nestled between my ass cheeks, holding them open for her tongue, which was probing my anus over and over again. 

How I'd managed to stay asleep long enough for all this to happen was an indication of the skill of my chapter members. I was so close to an orgasm already that I slipped into it with a powerful shudder and a loud expletive. When I was allowed to calm, she crawled up along side of me and smiled at me, pushing her fingers to my lips that I could have a taste of her efforts. 

"Go wash your face, you naughty girl," I said. 

She laughed and got up to go into the bathroom. I lay quietly, still on my stomach and my ass still in the air, while she cleaned herself up and brushed her teeth. She came back to me and I suddenly realized that she was still dressed. 

"What the hell is that all about?" I asked. "Why are you still dressed?"

She did a slow pirouette, and giggled. "You were just laying there, begging to be screwed and I didn't want to take the time or risk you waking up to stop me. Besides, I think I'll let you undress me, right after you get up and do whatever you have to do in the bathroom. I'll make some coffee. Are you hungry?"

"What a way to wake up," I declared. "What time is it?"

"Almost noon," she replied. 

I groaned and pulled the pillow from underneath me so I could roll out of bed. I wobbled into the bathroom and took a quick shower, brushed my teeth and did all the other things young ladies are prone to do when they first wake up in the morning. 

By the time I'd slipped into my robe and went to the kitchen, coffee was poured, as was a glass of orange juice, and she was taking the last of the cinnamon French toast from the skillet. I hadn't realized how hungry I was but I devoured the French toast as well as the two eggs she fried. 

"If you're doing all this just to get laid, you may be disappointed," I warned.

"Why Samantha, how could you possibly think something like that. I just came over here to help a good friend recover from a stressful bout of chapter sex. That's all."

"Whatever," I replied. "The French toast is awesome, by the way. You didn't have to do that but I certainly appreciate it."

"I'm glad to be of service," she replied, bowing deeply. 

"Do you know how beautiful you are in the morning?" I asked. 

"Now who's trying to get laid" she replied. "I'm just a friend who's worried about you."

"I'm not sure I could handle it anyway," I replied. "Just that quick orgasm wore me out."

"I don't think it's that your getting too much sex, Sam, I think the problem is that you aren't eating right or not eating enough, or both. You've lost weight since the first time I saw you and you don't need to lose weight. If you lose much more, you're going to be destroying your body."

"I guess," I agreed. "I have noticed that my clothes don't fit right. I come home from work at night, and I"m so tired I don't even want to think about cooking anything and I get so tired of microwave meals I can't stand it."

She sighed and went to get her purse. "I'm going to introduce you to someone you'll grow to love, hate and fear all at the same time."

"How charming," I replied. "Who is she, some Amazon mud wrestler?"

"You're not far off, hon," she replied. "You call her and tell her you want the same meals she makes for me. She'll deliver them for you and all you have to do is heat them up. They are delicious and well balanced and affordable. She gives us a special price too so be sure you tell her I told you about the special pricing for staff members."

"Ok, so now I know why I'll love her, but why will I hate her and why will I fear her?"

"Pay attention Sam. This is important. Chrissy is a big woman. I'm talking over six feet tall and solid. She works out with big weights and she works like a maniac in her kitchens. She has a big mouth on her and she'll try to run your life if you give her half a chance. Don't do it. She just screws things up. Last, and by no means least, do not, and I'm deadly serious about this, do not let her give you a person meal planning consultation or any other kind of private consultation. In fact, if you can avoid meeting her, do so at all costs."

"Good Lord, Beth, why would I want to have anything to do with someone that scary?"

"Because she's probably the best cook in the world," she replied. 

"So what does she do if I let her get me alone, or do I even want to know."

"She's a lesbian, but in her case, that's not a good thing. She likes it rough, and I mean really rough and she has to be in control. She will rip your clothes off and fuck you till you can't walk and worse. She wears a ten or twelve inch strap on under her clothes and believe me she knows how to use it. I call her the rectum wrecker because she loves anal. She doesn't try to hurt you, in fact, she tries not to most of the time, but she is so aggressive, you don't have a chance with her. She'll take no for an answer eventually, but in the meantime, you'll have that dildo buried somewhere in your body and I do mean buried. Just don't let her have the opportunity. 

"Doesn't anyone file charges against her?" I asked.

"What, and lose all that good food?" she replied. "Just don't let her in your house. If she tries to push her way in, tell her she's not welcome and if she comes in, you will call the law. You'd only have to do that once. She won't take a chance on losing all of our business, but be careful."

"Maybe I'll stock up on TV dinners after all, " I replied.

'Don't do that Sam. If you don't call Chrissy, find a local restaurant that will have an order ready for you to pick up on your way home but start eating and that's an order."

"Yes Mommy," I replied, sarcastically. 

She cleared the table and I went up to stand behind her and begin removing her blouse. 

"Sam, what are you doing? You just told me how tired you are."

"Beth, there is no way you are leaving her without me getting you naked and having my way with you. If it means I don't go to work for a week, it will be worth it."

When her blouse slid from her shoulders and fell to the floor, she tried to turn around but I stopped her. "Uh-uh honey." She wasn't wearing a bra so my hands were immediately wrapped around those beautiful breasts of hers and I wasn't about to let go. She whimpered when I dug my fingers into them but she stayed there while I molded them into my hands, taking her nipples in my fingers to roll, pinch, pull and twist them. I didn't stop until I dropped her skirt to the floor, leaving her in just a pair of skimpy bikinis which were no match to my desire, now burning out of control. She leaned back into me as my fingers began to explore between her legs. 

"Of fuck Sam, you know I can't stand that." she moaned as I slipped my thumb into her. 

Once I had her at my mercy, I led her to my bedroom and wrapped her in my arms while my knee went between her legs to press into her pussy. 

"Don't tease me, Sam. Please don't tease me."

"My turn," I announced as I reached into the night stand drawer for my eight inch vibrator called 'The Twister' due to its wild gyrations in your pussy when you turn it on. I was pleased when she didn't indicate that she was familiar with its action. It could be a good day after all.

I rubbed it up and down her slit, coating it good with her juices, then slipped the head into her. She pulled her knees up high to give me excellent view of her pussy and maximum penetration. I didn't turn it on right away, just slid it into her until it was banging into her cervix, then I left it there while I went down on her, sucking her clit into my mouth. When she began reaching down, trying to get hold of the twister, I pushed her away, and pulled it almost out before ramming it in deep, which caused her to nearly scream as she dug her hands into my bedding. 

I began a fairly rapid rate of thrusts, hard and deep until she was just about ready to come and I stopped, still leaving it in her. 

""Damn you Sam, I asked you, I begged you not to tease me." 

"Be patient lover," I replied, just before I turned it on, but only on the second setting. Her hips came off the bed and stayed off as I once again began to thrust it into her. When she once again began showing her oncoming orgasm, I waited for seconds, then rammed it deep and turned it all the way up. 

She went off like a moon shot, arching her back high off the bed and digging her fingers into the comforter. Her pussy gushed like old faithful as she continued to thrust her body skyward, gasping for breath and groaning so loud I was afraid the neighbors would call the law. 

I waited till she started to come down, then began long, smooth strokes without the twister being turned on as she calmed. She was covered with sweat when she finally dropped to the bed but I didn't stop the slow strokes. 

"Oh my god, oh my god," she kept mumbling over and over. I pulled the dildo from her battered pussy and rolled her to her stomach, rubbing her back with long, tender strokes to help ease her stress. When she had calmed, I kept rubbing her back while I moved lower for my next act. I reached around and retrieved my glass dildo, about 9 inches long with knobby protrusions it's full length, and began working it into her pussy slowly. 

"No Sam, I can't"she gasped. 

I shushed her and rubbed her back a bit harder. Then I closed in for the kill. She yelped when I rubbed into her anus with the head of the dildo, but she loves anal so I knew she wouldn't stop me until it was too late. I pulled pussy juice up over her anal opening with the tip of the twister and when it was good and wet, I dribbled quite a bit of spit on it. She tensed when I started to press into her and yelped as the head slipped past the sphincter. 

"What the fuck?" she yelled, but it was too late. I was into her rectum in half a dozen strokes and in half a dozen more, I was all the way in, sliding it in and out while I toyed with the glass dildo in her pussy, twisting and pushing it in and out. When I had established a rhythm, I reached down and turned the twister on low. You would have thought I cut her the way she screamed at me but then I turned it on high and left it in while I fucked her with my glass dildo. No one could say she was quiet when that orgasm hit. She frightened me though because at the height of its attack, she dropped to the bed unconscious, or so it seemed.

"Oh fuck," she gasped over and over again. Her eyes were closed but her breasts were heaving up and down as she tried to draw in some breaths. I let her calm some, then pulled the glass dildo from her pussy, leaving the twister where it was. Eventually, she was calm and I slowly withdrew it from her ass and took them both in to be cleaned up. 

"Ok, ok, that's it Sam. No more honey. No more."

I smiled and lay next to her, rolling her into my arms and together, we fell asleep. 

I woke to the tender touch of her fingers on my face. 

"Hey, sleepy head," she whispered. "You're wasting too many hours sleeping."

"I can't help it, you wear me out," I replied. 

She smiled. "I don't recall you being the one getting worn out," she observed. 

"It depends on your point of view,"I replied. 

"So why are we lying here naked, touching each other and talking when there are two things calling to us."

Confused, I turned her face to mine and kissed her. "Two things? I certainly know of one."

"No hon, not now. You're too beat up for that right now. I'm talking about food and something to drink. I'm starving and I know you must be too."

I hadn't even thought about food but at the mention of it, I realized I hadn't eaten for so long I could barely remember the last thing I ate. She threw me my robe and slipped into a pale yellow robe that did little to conceal her charms. As she belted it around her, her left breast slid from the robe. She giggled and pulled the robe over it. 

She'd brought chicken and grilled vegetables, which we warmed while we made coffee and set the table. I could have stood there watching her move all day long. The robe she wore simply moved with every move she made, flowing around her body, hugging her waist while highlighting her ass. I warmed at the memory of my tongue moving in and out of that tight ass as my pussy began to itch for more action. 

The smell of food won out though, my stomach growling with a hunger I'd forgotten about. When it was warm enough, we filled our plates and went to sit at the breakfast bar, next to each other. It would have been easier to concentrate had I not been staring into those eyes. 

"Have you scheduled Danni's orientation yet?" she asked, bringing me back to the real world. . 

"I don't have confirmation yet, but I booked a date. The original host group backed out and they had to find another group available to host it."

She smiled and shook her head. "They didn't back out," she revealed. "I talked them out of it. My group and I are hosting when it's scheduled."

"Why is that?" I wondered.

"It's going to be a most unusual session," she advised. 

"Do I want to know why?" I asked, looking at her face for some clues as to the reason.

"Mmmm, I think I'll wait to tell you that after all the details are worked out. Let me put it this way, you'll be pleased, she'll go through with it, and some lovely memories will result from it."

"I guess I have to choice but to trust you," I agreed.

"No, you don't," she replied, but the smile she gave me told me I had nothing to worry about. 

"Have you had any other meetings?" she asked.

"I haven't had time, but I do have one scheduled for Monday after next. It's with the girl Denise that you remembered. The one we discussed at the training session."

"Do you have a plan of action?" she asked.

"Pretty much just what we went through. I've put in a request of Windward but haven't heard yet. If I can't get that, I found another place further out called Glenlord Springs that Wendy highly recommends."

"She should. It's where she grew up. You'll have to have her tell you about her childhood and her teen years. She's a pretty horny woman and probably always has been."

"And one hell of a lover," I reminded her. "I'm not sure I could take a whole day with her."

"Oh it might be interesting Sam. If you ever get the chance, take it. You won't be disappointed."

"I'm sure I wouldn't be."

She'd brought a tasty parfait with her and had it chilling in the fridge, It was a perfect ending to the meal, followed by a very unusual cup of cappuccino. 

"I make it up myself," she replied when I asked about it. "I don't care for the extreme sweetness of most cappuccinos, so I blend my own. 'I'll leave you the rest when I leave."

The trouble is, I didn't want her to leave. 

I wasn't able to stifle the need to yawn. She smiled, and took another sip of her cappuccino. "I'd say you're still recovering," 

"From which, you or the chapter meeting?" I asked. 

"Both, probably," she replied. 

"I have to admit it was one of the most beautiful, yet exhausting, meetings I've been to. They focused almost all their attention of me for most of the meeting. It was slow, beautiful sex that went on and on. I could have let them have their way with me for hours and been happy but they had everything paced out so the ending was intense. I guess I didn't realize how much it affected me till I got home. It's a wonder I heard when you called. I was about two thirds asleep already."

"I know and I was worried about you. Now you've had some rest, you've eaten a good meal and you've gotten some caffeine in your system. How do you feel now?"

"I'm fine and I'll get a good nights sleep tonight. Wish I didn't have to work tomorrow but that's life."

"So true," she agreed. As I watched her, she twisted on the couch and her robe came open, framing her firm breasts with yellow silk. I tried to control my gaze but I didn't really want to and she noticed because her nipples began to harden.

"You make it awfully hard to keep my focus," she said, as she pulled the robe closed, which was a waste of effort, because it didn't stay closed for long. 

"How do you think I feel?" I asked. "I'm sitting here trying to remind myself that you're trying to help me recover and every time your robe moves, I get more aroused." 

She got up and took my empty cup from me. "We don't have a lot of time left, Sam, and as much as I want you, I don't want to be responsible for you sleeping through a meeting or something."

"I hope you aren't thinking of leaving yet," I said. "You know how I feel about you and how much I need you."

"I know, Sam," she replied, "but we have to be realistic. There will be other times when you aren't so exhausted." 

"No way," I replied. "Tired or not, you are not going to leave me here aching to feel your touch and wanting you inside of me, making me beg for release. I'd never get any sleep and wind up using a dildo or vibrator and that's just a poor excuse for the real you." 

We wrapped each other in our arms and tenderly kissed. "Will we ever be able to be naked together without hungering for each others love?" I asked. 

She shook her head and smiled a weak smile. "No Sam, I doubt it. We've both felt the strong need for each other and I doubt if that will ever change, at least I hope not." 

Though she offered some resistance, I managed to coax her into the bedroom, where we came together in each others arms. We caressed, fondled, petted, kissed, cuddled and snuggled for the longest time without making a move on each other in any way.

"This is nice," I proclaimed.

"Isn't it though?" she agreed. "But we both know that it isn't going to be enough" 

She slipped her leg between mine and we began to move into each other. As the heat built in our bodies, we rubbed into each other harder and harder, until she crawled up over me. "I've always wanted to try this with you," she declared, as she lifted my knees and pushed them over my chest, forcing my pussy up and out. The next thing I knew, she was between my legs, lowering her body to press our mons into each other. Then she leaned into me and raised me to the point that we were pussy to pussy, and clit to clit. The next ten minutes were pussy grinding, groaning, cursing, clit pounding, hard driving sex. 

Had anyone been able to hear us, they would have assumed we were being beaten, and in a sense, I suppose we were and when we came, I was first and it was loud, hard and it didn't stop because she wasn't about to let up till she got hers. At some point, we couldn't take it any more and she dropped down on top of me, where we lay, panting and trying to breathe. She finally rolled off of me, laying there as though she'd collapsed after a marathon. Could that be any worse, I wonder? .




New Horizons Ch. 10



I'm not sure how long we lay there before we started moving next to each other, too tired to do much else. I love that kind of sex but it had been almost more than I could take. My pussy was hurting and I'm sure hers was too, but we'd do it again, given half a chance. 

"So much for giving you some rest," she commented. 

"I'm not complaining," I replied. "I'll just have to watch how I walk for a while."

She laughed and tried to sit up. "Oh yeah, you will," she admitted. "Maybe quite a while." 

"Stay there for a bit and relax," I said. "I'll be right back."

I went into the bathroom and put out two fresh fluffy bath sheets. Then I started filling the over- sized tub, adding a tiny bit of my favorite scented bath gel, which immediately filled the air with the fragrance of a lavender garden. Several bath sponges were placed along the edge and after making sure a selection of lotions and oils were on the shelf, I turned on the Jacuzzi and went back to find her still sitting there.

I extended my hand to her. "Come on, sweetheart, I'm going to show you one of the reasons I paid so much for this place."

We eased our battered bodies into the sweet smelling water, facing each other, and slid down until our chins were just barely out of the water. She cooed beautifully as the water soothed her and relaxed her. "Oh baby, I want one of these."

"You're welcome to use this one whenever you want," I replied. "Of course, there are some terms and conditions that go with it."

She laughed. "I bet there are, but it's the perfect ending to a day of sex isn't it?"

"One of the best," I agreed. 

After soaking for quite a while, allowing the jets to take us into a world of calm, we began stroking each other's bodies under the water. As the heat built in our bodies, the water became more turbulent and by the time we'd both completed our orgasms, the floor was soaking wet. As we lay there recovering, she commented on the water covered floor.

"It will be drained by the time we get out of here. I do that so often I had to have a drain put in."

By the time we were ready to get out, the floor was nearly dry and throwing a towel down to step onto was enough to prevent slipping. We spent several minutes, kissing and wanting more but it was late and she had to leave. We went into the bedroom, where I sat naked on the bed, watching her as she dressed. 

"I wish you didn't have to go," I said. "Me too, but we'll be together quite often. Don't want to wear each other out anyway."

"Really?" I replied. She laughed and came to kiss me goodbye. That kiss nearly got us back in bed again, and after she left, I sat for a long time wondering to myself if it was possible to gain some level of commitment without giving up the activities of the group I'd come to love. When I finally went to bed, I dreamed of being far away, in a secret hideaway with someone whose face I never saw. I guess that in itself might have been my answer.



New Horizons Ch. 11



Chapter 11-Training Continues

Dear readers. This is a long chapter, and slow starting with lots of set up and characterization. Some of you may find it too long or too detailed early on, but those of you that know my style and how I feel about telling the full story will understand. As always, your comments and critiques are more than welcome, and if fact, are greatly appreciated. Thanks for staying with me.

The morning after Beth's visit, I awoke early, slipping on a robe to get some coffee. As I watched the coffee brewing, It reminded me of the situation that was brewing in my life. The trouble was, I wanted everything without giving up anything. I wanted commitment without giving up the group. I wanted some rest without denying myself of the opportunities for pleasure that were so plentiful. And there was the fact that I knew in my heart that I didn't really want to be exclusive to any of my lovers. Not Beth, or Justine, or Dawn, or any of the others. Each offered me a different type of sexual excitement, and I hadn't had the opportunity to be with Heather or some of the others yet either. 

I sighed in resignation, accepting the fact that I had become too addicted to my lifestyle to make any significant changes. At the same time, I had to find a way to become more organized, closely evaluating each opportunity and realizing that there were going to be times when I simply had to tell myself, "no, not this time." 

One decision that I finally made was not going to be popular, but I had to limit my chapter meetings to every other month. I just couldn't spread myself that thin any more. Beth's comments about what I was doing to my body hit home. I hadn't realized it until I stood in front of the mirror before coming downstairs. I was losing too much weight. It was time to re-focus. 

I also decided to talk to Laurie and Beth about the training sessions. Every week was too much and it limited what I could do in the way of recruiting and wasn't that supposed to be my focus now? I feared that sex was going to cease being the pleasure I craved and become too much of a job or a responsibility. I'd rather have less and better than more and more. 

With a cup of coffee in hand, I went into the living room to go over my upcoming events and try to prioritize them in such a way that I didn't miss any of the important ones, or take on more than I could handle. 

Recruiting had to return to my number one priority, the only other option being to contact Laurie or Beth and ask to be dropped from the program. I knew that if I made that choice, I'd face a lot of pressure from everyone in the organization and besides, I wasn't sure I wanted out, at least not yet. I needed to give myself more time before I made that decision. Danni's orientation would be posted soon and I had to leave myself some wiggle room in my schedule since I promised I'd be there for her. The next candidate that I'd studied enough to go after was Brandi, the one I had rehearsed for with Beth and Jillian.

In the meantime, I had a training session on Tuesday so the soonest I could meet with anyone else would be Thursday or Friday. I opened a new older and began organizing my information on Brandi, spending a great deal of time on the photos of her attempted orientation, carefully studying her facial expressions and the body language. I tried to literally become her in each photo. I made myself a note to discuss the possibility of multi-camera videos of the orientations just so I could read their body language better. 

It was obvious that right from the very beginning, she had displayed at the very least, a reluctance, if not an absolute fear of being there. The orientation should never have been held without more preparation. 

Note to self: pre-orientation screenings could avoid a lot of refusals in advance.

When I called, her phone rang several times and I was just ready to hang up when her voice mail picked up. "Brandi? Hi, this is Samantha with Totally Woman. When you have some time, would you give me a call? We obviously did something terribly wrong and my job is to find out what we did right and what we did wrong. I'm not going to pressure you or anything, I just need to ask you some questions and offer our apologies." I left my number and some times when she could reach me and just as I was ready to hang up, I heard the phone connect and a very sweet, very sensual woman's voice.

"I'd just like to forget it ever happened, Samantha," she stated, and I felt that she was ready to hang up. 

"Brandi, give me just a minute or two would you?"

"What do you want from me?" she asked. "I made a mistake, that's all. I guess I...I don't know, I guess I wasn't expecting anything like that."

"I understand, Brandi, I really do. I wasn't involved with your recruitment or orientation but I know you went through some very emotionally trying situations and I'm sorry. It never should have gone the way it did."

"That's all right," she replied. "let's just say I wasn't really ready for that and let it go."

"If you wish," I replied. "but I'd appreciate your help, Brandi. I just started this job and it's a job that was created just to make Totally Woman more responsive to members and candidates. In short, we are trying to improve the entire program. Only by correcting our mistakes will we be able to do that. All I want to do is to get your feelings about some things, maybe discuss a couple of my ideas with you, things like that."

"Just to talk?" she asked.

"Just to talk," I agreed, keeping my fingers crossed as I spoke.

"Where?"

"How about Ignacio's out on Stevens Road? It's quiet, with widely spaced tables and booths and the food is terrific. I'll buy you dinner as an apology. That's why I have an expense account."

We agreed to meet Thursday night at seven. When I put the phone down, I took a deep breath, held it and exhaled. This was not going to be as easy as Danni was. I immediately called Beth to ask her for the contact name at Ignacio's, one of "our" establishments, and she graciously offered to get everything set up for me. An hour later, she called with my contact names, the details for the restaurant, and wished me good luck, then reminded me of the training session with Heather on Tuesday. I almost backed out but didn't want to cause any problems since I'd only been on the job for such a short time. Besides, I wanted to get Heather naked.

I was pleased with the progress I'd made with Brandi and the training session would be a good chance to see what Beth and Heather had to say about it.

We met at the Windward as planned, only this time, Beth and Heather were standing just outside the entrance to the new lobby, waiting for me. They took me on a brief tour of the building, showing me photos of what it originally looked like and what it had become before the restoration began. The difference was staggering. It was like taking an aged movie star and remaking her into a statuesque beauty of elegance and class. The pools were both finished and open to members on a case-by-case basis. There were no restaurant facilities at that time, but we walked through the area set aside for that and discussed the plans for its construction. They planned on offering rooms on the first floor within a year. 

The whole time we were walking, my focus was on Heather's petite ass, rock solid and full of motion as she walked. Before I left there, I knew I would possess that little body and my pussy quivered at the thoughts of that activity.

When we retuned to the pool area, Beth went into the refreshment area to get some iced tea while Heather and I pulled some chaise lounges together near the pool. While it wasn't extremely hot, the sun was extremely bright, the kind of sun that can burn you to a crisp in nothing flat. Wide umbrellas were leaning against the building so we set three of them up in such a way as to block a wide area of sun. 

We discussed my meeting with Brandi and the various problems that I could be facing. Heather warned that I could expect a very difficult time turning her back to being interested enough to get her to another meeting.

"I'm sure I it will be difficult, I agreed, but look at it this way. If I can turn a candidate that has this mindset, I should be able to convince most anyone. I believe she just wasn't ready for such a traumatic event, and that brings me to some suggestions that I have."

I detailed my idea for the video cameras and then homed in on our recruitment procedures. "If we take the time to find out more about their personalities and maybe feel out some of their phobias and fears, we might be able to avoid a lot of the refusals. I've been studying it and we're running at twelve percent refusals. That's too high and my focus is to turn fifty percent but that still leaves six percent refusal. I think we can cut that to two percent or less if we work at it."

"Man, Samantha, for someone just getting into this, you're really on the ball," Heather replied. "The video cameras might be a problem in some of our orientation sites but maybe the answer there is to stop using those sites. As far as the pre-screening idea goes, I don't know just how we could do that without defeating the purpose of the orientations."

"Did you have any specific suggestions?" Beth asked. "We're open to any changes that would make the program work better of offer our members more services but I have agree with Heather, I don't know how to make sure we don't compromise the orientation concept altogether."

"I have some ideas," I professed, "and I'd appreciate any input you could give me. I really do think that we can do it without compromising anything at all. How about this? What if I came up with a solution? Do you think the management would provide me with the names and contact information on some potential candidates and let me see what I can do?"

"I'm sure they would be willing to listen to anything you have to suggest that will improve our program. That's why they offered you this position. Be sure you have all your facts and be prepared for critical analysis. You might want to run everything past one or two of us first."

"Actually, my thought is to involve one or two of you on each candidate," I agreed.

"That might work if we can work it into our schedules," Heather agreed. "I've probably got more open times than the others right now."

"I'm sitting here listening to you," Beth offered, "and I have to tell you that I don't think you need the weekly training sessions, and I have mixed emotions about it, to tell you the truth. I mean, It's great that you don't, but I really look forward to being with you."

"I've been thinking about that too," I replied, smiling. Things were going so much easier than I thought they would. "We are supposed to have a monthly meeting with Laurie and Wendy, right?"

"Yes, and possibly some others," Beth agreed. 

I pulled out my Monthly planner and opened it to the following month. "The days highlighted in pink are my period days. We would have to consider that with each of us, but roughly, what if we met with Laurie and Wendy and whoever, the first Tuesday of the month, for instance. Then on the third Tuesday of the month, we have an organizational meeting where we discuss the candidates, work out plans of action and things like that. We could meet for an hour or so, then have a social time afterwards."

"I like it," Heather reported. 

"So do I," Beth agreed, "assuming we can work out the schedules."

"It doesn't have to be on a Tuesday either," I replied, "and if necessary, we can change days on a given month."

"I'm liking this a lot," Heather replied. "My schedule was getting too goofy anyway."

"What days are your chapter meetings, Samantha?" Beth wondered. 

"Oh God," I groaned. "I almost forgot about that, but it's all right. They're at the end of the week." I reviewed the calendar and circled the date for the next meeting as well as the scheduled meeting with Brandi. 

"While you have your calendar out," Beth said, "Danni's orientation is on the second Wednesday. Remember, you promised to be there."

Another circle was added to the calendar with Danni's name on it. 

"I'll hold my Thursdays open for candidate meetings at least for the time being," I decided. 

"It's only going to get worse, Samantha," Heather warned. "Do what I do and keep one or two days of every week for yourself plus the weekends. Otherwise, you'll burn yourself out quickly." 

"Well, week two is period week so nothing gets scheduled then that requires me to be naked." I replied, "and days one and two are no activity whatsoever. I'm a bear then."

"So are there any problems you need help with" Beth wondered. "I mean this is still officially a training session."

"Nothing out of the ordinary right now," I replied.

"In that case," Beth said, "We have one more thing to show you."

Taking my hands in theirs, they led me back into the building, past the security guard in the lobby, moving through the pool area to take a left turn into the back hall of the main building. We walked about twenty feet or so and entered through a door with no marking of any kind, stepping into a room to die for. Obviously the living room for an elegant suite, the room had to be at least twenty by thirty feet in size, covered with a thick creamy carpet. The walls were a pale gold color, dotted with candle-lit sconces, and exquisite paintings, all nudes in various situations, some quite erotic, others not so much. Every piece of furniture was over-sized, from the couches that sat in front of the field stone fireplace, to the many chairs and chaises that dotted the room. Tables throughout the room were of dark, rubbed mahogany with tall, elegant lamps on each end table. Floral arrangements and bowls of fruit were strategically placed in several places.

"It's beautiful," I commented, stunned by the richness of the décor. "But what are we doing here?"

"You'll see," Beth replied, pulling me over to a mahogany covered panel. She pressed on a Totally Woman medallion, molded into the rich wood and it slid aside to reveal a dimly lit key pad. With a quick tap, there was a series of sharp clicks and a voice announced, "doors secured." Another key tapped and a pair of panels on one wall slid back to reveal one of the largest video screens I'd ever seen. Another tap and a small wet bar appeared at the rear of the room. 

"Isn't that the coolest thing you've ever seen?" she gushed, pulling me through the room and into an intimate candle lit dining area with a large, ornate crystal chandelier. We turned to step into a compact but beautiful kitchen area. Another panel was opened and a touch to the key pad revealed the stainless steel range with hidden backsplash. The microwaves and ovens were similarly concealed and another button revealed a very intimate dining nook for two with a wine chiller, a warming tray, and small refrigerator. 

Turning the other way, she tapped a medallion on the far wall and a panel slid open, revealing a long hallway. As soon as we stepped through, the panel slid shut behind us. Dim indirect lighting illuminated the hall way that we now walked down. At the end of the hallway, she tapped another medallion and another panel opened to reveal what was obviously the master bedroom for the suite. 

Indirect lighting made the walls seem opalescent. Candles in several places accented the mood with flickering flames that showed a king sized four poster bed, covered with a dark ivory comforter with the Totally Woman medallion in burgundy. Burgundy and creamy ivory pillows sat at the head of the bed and more pillows sat at the foot. Large nightstands in mahogany were topped with tall lamps showing nude women in erotic positions of love making. More of the now familiar nude art dotted the walls and a long, triple dresser on the one wall was reflected in an equally long mirror. At the foot of the bed sat a padded chest the same height as the bed that went the full width of the footboard. Flowers seemed to be everywhere and on the pillows at the head of the bed lay three cinnamon colored roses. A burgundy chaise sat in one corner of the room and a dark ivory chaise sat in another. A fireplace highlighted the wall near the bed, with the flickering flames of a gas log behind a glass screen featuring, of course, reclining nudes. 

I was led into the bathroom next, or should I say bath suite? The deep Jacuzzi tub was large enough for a party of four and bottles of lotions and oils sat behind glass panels. At the foot of the tub was a glass covered cabinet that Beth told me was a warming cabinet for the large fluffy towels it held. Various bath sponges and puffs dotted the wall and all around the perimeter of the tub were shower heads, ten in all. A touch of a button and the glass doors slid shut.

The toilet area featured not only a toilet but a bidet as well. A mirror opened at a touch to reveal a supply of feminine products, creams and lotions, hair care items, and two coiled up white plastic hoses that Beth demonstrated to be for douche or enema as the situation demanded. 

As we left the room, they showed me three thick fluffy robes of pale ivory that hung near the door to the bedroom along with very comfortable looking slippers. 

All during the tour, the two women had barely spoken, letting the rooms speak for themselves although clearly, Heather was entranced with the electronic controls. She opened a drawer on one of the night stands which revealed yet another key pad and a remote control unit that looked like something from a sci-fi show. A tap on the keys and a panel on the wall at the foot of the bed slid open to reveal yet another large video screen. Another key tapped and a panel on each side of the bed opened to allow two smaller screens to swing out, allowing the occupants of the bed to see whatever was showing on the larger screen. She tapped another button which triggered several soft clicks, followed by a voice that reported, "system enabled."

"You'll see," Beth said, reading the questions in my face.

Heather removed the remote from the drawer and slid it shut, placing the remote on the night stand. "That's mine," she declared, getting a laugh from Beth. 

"It's a beautiful room," I stated, "but the real test of any room is how functional it is. If I were looking for room that was comfortable enough for a prolonged stay in bed, this would be the type of room with a few additional touches. I'm sure that a video system as complex as this one also has an equally complex audio system and that would be essential. Whether I wanted something soft and sensual or hard pounding sexual rhythms such as Enigma, I'd want balance and a good solid bass that rumbled through the walls." 

Heather picked up the remote and turned on the audio system, a truly impressive one with discretely concealed speakers. The system was well balanced, from the extreme highs to the deep thundering bass of the demonstration program. 

"Very nice," I declared. "Very nice indeed."

Without being obvious about it, I had worked my way around behind Heather, acting as though I was checking the audio system from various spots in the room. I took the remote from her hand to place it on the night stand and put my arms around her, snuggling my nose into her neck. 

My fingers quickly moved to cup her bra covered breasts, lifting them and molding them in my palms. One feel and I knew that these were spectacular breasts. "I like the way I have plenty of room to explore my options," I stated, as she moaned her approval of my actions. "Notice the acoustics of the room, the way her moans seem to radiate around the room and back? That makes me want to see what she has that makes her moan that way." 

As I continued to caress her breasts, my fingers began to work at the front closing of her bra. I quickly caught her breasts in my hands as the bra fell away, revealing the glorious work of mother nature. They were firm, about a 34B, with dark brown nipples on rosy tan aureole. I found I was totally speechless as I held them in my hands. They had to be two of the most perfectly rounded, firm young breasts I'd ever seen, and the urge to suckle was stronger than I've ever experienced. 




New Horizons Ch. 11



"Do you need some help?" Beth asked, as she stepped over next to us. 

"I don't think so, but you're always welcome to join the party," I said, cupping those wonderful globes in my hands to mold them tenderly. I could feel the heat from her nipples on my palms as I shaped, lifted, and caressed them.

Knowing that I was not about to let go of either breast, Beth began removing Heather's blouse and slipping her bra straps down which forced me to let go of first one and then the other but always holding one in my hand. 

Heather stood quietly, her eyes closed, as I began working her long, hard nipples into my fingers, pressing them between thumb and forefinger to roll them back and forth. Her hands were balled into knots as she groaned in passionate need. When her blouse and bra fell to the floor, Beth began working on the belt and top snap of her white shorts. I had to stop what I was doing for a second as her shorts fell away. I was hoping that she was naked under those shorts but she had opted to wear white hi-cut bikini panties which were obviously very wet already. 

Heather was whimpering with pleasure, but when I bent in to suck a nipple into my lips, she gasped loudly, then groaned. Holding it in my mouth, I began rasping my tongue over it again and again while I continued rolling and pulling on the other nipple.

Her hand flew to my head, pulling me tighter into her breast as her chest began reflecting her short, shaky breaths. I could feel her heart racing to keep up and hear her sharp gasps of pleasure as I attacked her nipple. 

Beth had started to slip the black panties off but I motioned for her to leave them on as I began nipping softly at the nipple in my teeth, drawing her ever closer to release. Her moans and whimpers were nearly non stop except to gasp or yelp at the love bites I was taking at her nipple.

Beth moved up to start on the other nipple and I took a few final nips at the one in my teeth, sucked hard on it, and began kissing my way downward. She tried to pull me back to her breast but I was too anxious to taste her to linger there any longer. 

Without breaking Beth's attachment to the nipple between her teeth, I began working Heather toward the chaise that we were close to. I eased her down to the chaise and Beth knelt next to her, still sucking on the same breast. Going around to the other side of the chaise, I began trailing my finger tips down over her taut stomach, followed closely by my tongue, pausing here and there to suck on her soft, sweet flesh, or kiss tenderly here there and every where. When I reached her panties, I flattened my hand and ran it smoothly over the fabric, causing her to gasp as I passed over the wetness between her thighs. Without pressing into her, I moved the fingers up and down hot lips that lay concealed there. She was twisting her hips and moaning and when I moved between her legs to start kissing up her calves, licking at that special area behind the knee, then moving up to kiss and suck at her thighs. As I reached the sensitive flesh just below her panties, I began nipping at tiny pieces of flesh while I continued stroking over the fabric that covered her needy pussy. 

By that time, she was squirming like an animal trying to escape a trap, while moaning and whimpering her needs and desires. A quick move could easily send her soaring but that was not my intent at all. I wanted her begging for finality before I let her come to give her an orgasm to remember. Slipping her panties aside, I allowed my tongue to make a trail up her thigh and onto the flesh next to her labia, but didn't caress them yet. Sliding it back and forth, I pulled the panties still further and approached the puffy wet lips that wanted attention so badly. 

In the meantime, Beth was noisily sucking and pulling on her breasts and nipples while her fingers worked the other nipple between them, twisting them back and forth while drawing the sensitive nipple away from her chest wall.

Pulling away from between her legs, I yanked her panties off and threw her legs up, thrusting them over my shoulders as I forced her body up, pushing her pussy up and out for my hungry mouth to feed at. What came to my view was probably the tiniest pussy ever. Pink and throbbing with life, it invited my attention. Opening my mouth wide, I wrapped my lips over the as much of the vulva as I could cover. The cry that she gave as I did so was more than enough reward to drive me onward, even as my pussy was seeping into my already soaked panties. 

I began sucking and pulling to draw her clit out and to fill it with blood, making it super sensitive before I began making love to that little bit of heaven. She was yelling out her need to cum, alternately begging me to suck on her clit or use my fingers to fuck her but I was in no hurry and when I felt Beth's finger tips approaching, I moved my lips away to allow them to draw the flesh up and away from her clit. She was close, so close but not close enough to accomplish the body wrenching orgasm I intended to give her. Flicking my tongue over her clit lightly to tease it to attention, I eased two fingers into her pussy so slowly as to deny her the release she was begging for. Then I began very slowly easing them in and out as her hips began ramming into my face and fingers. She was being torn to pieces by the orgasm that was being held at bay and I knew that I had to give her release soon. 

Holding my fingertips right at the entrance to her pussy, I sucked her clit hard and rammed the fingers hard and deep at the same time. 

I may have witnessed a harder orgasm at some time, possibly even my own, but they were few and far between. She shot up off the chaise, arching her back high into the air while her heels dug into my shoulders. Screaming out so loud as to wake the neighbors had we had any, she thrust her pussy into my face until I couldn't stay with her any longer. With a final scream, her body shuddered repeatedly while her thigh muscles quivered and shook with spasm after spasm. 

I followed her body down to the chaise with my fingers still in her pussy, then slowly began moving in and out of her, drawing her down slowly. When she finally exhaled, I looked up at Beth to see if I'd gone too far, but she was too busy kissing away the sweat and tears that poured from Heather's face and chest, while she tenderly massaged Heather's tense body to ease the stress that still continued to twist her insides into knots. It was indeed a grand orgasm and one that she would remember. I also knew that there would be a payback that would test my ability to stand the stress and strain. Rather than fear it, I looked forward to it although somewhat with trepidation. 

While she calmed, I quickly stripped as did Beth. Lifting the still weakened Heather to her feet, we moved to the bed, stripping away the comforter to be sure we didn't stain it. The sheets were another matter but hopefully someone had the foresight to provide us with clean linens. 

Still stunned by Heather's amazing body, I quickly flipped her onto her stomach and sucked in my breath sharply at my first sight of her hard ass. So firm and smooth, with a tight crease: so tight that her anus was completely concealed. Beth moved over by me to study this fantastic body and we both had the same idea at the same time. Our hands brushed against each other as we grasped her cheeks and tenderly separated them to reveal a tiny pink button that, at first glance, led you to believe that it had never been used for anything other than a decoration.

I'd never seen such a tiny anus, but I should not have been surprised after seeing the size of her pussy. While Beth sucked and nipped at her cheeks, I drew my tongue threw her crease over and over, pressing inward with each stroke until I felt my tongue brush over the opening. I continued pressing into her, trying to get my tongue into her ass but without success. Probing at it repeatedly did little to get it open far enough so I sucked on my finger and eased the tip of it into her. She groaned loudly as I twisted it back and forth, moving it into her slowly and smoothly. When I got it in up to my knuckle, I paused to move it in and out of her slowly, partially to allow her time to adjust, and partially to increase the amount of moisture around my finger.

Beth pulled a pillow up to put it under Heather's hips to give us better access and I began working my finger deep into her rectum until I could begin long, full strokes while I worked the fingers of my other hand into her pussy. 

In the meantime, Beth had moved me around to where I too was face down on the bed with my legs spread wide. Where she got it from, I'm not sure but the next thing I knew, a dildo was being shoved into my pussy from behind and I was being royally fucked fast and hard. 

Heather was literally bouncing her body off the pillow and into my hand until she couldn't stand it any more and her orgasm took control.

"Oh fuck yes, yes, yes. Fuck me, Sam, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, oh my god yessssssssssssssssss.!!!!!

It seemed to inspire Beth to fuck me harder and by the time Heather came, she was ramming it in hard and fast and I was begging her to fuck me harder until I came with a gut wrenching, spine twisting orgasm that ended with her laying on top of me, the dildo still buried deep in my pussy. 

Slowly sliding it in and out as I calmed, she followed me as I crawled up alongside Heather. We lay side by side, sharing the afterglow of two wonderful orgasms until Heather moved her head next to mine to whisper to me. 

"One of us hasn't had an orgasm yet," she reminded me and I smiled and kissed her.

Before Beth could figure out what happened, we both grabbed her and put her between us. We flipped her onto her back and began attacking her nipples while our hands played over her entire body without sliding into her. She was so hot I thought she'd explode the instant one of us entered her body but that problem was solved when her body shuddered in orgasm just from our attack on her breasts. Now we had to give her the type of orgasm we'd just gone through so Heather got up pulled her legs apart, crawling between them. I reached down and slipped my fingers through her labia to open her just as Heather reached to do the same. Holding her pussy wide open forced her long clit up and out. It was as though it was asking for attention and Heather was glad to oblige, dropping down to suck it into her mouth hard. 

While she suckled on Beth's clit, I slid a finger into her, still holding her labia wide open. Heather adjusted her body position to give me better access so that I could add another finger and begin stroking into her. It didn't take long for Beth to reward Heather with a face washing orgasm that seemed to go on and on as long as we kept stroking into her and sucking on her clit. 

It was only when she began to calm that I moved around on the bed and realized that the dildo was still in my pussy, though I don't know why. It should have dropped out when I rolled away from Beth but it was still buried in me so far that I had to force my fingers around it to pull it out...after a quick orgasm that is.

As we lay there, recovering from our play, and relishing the afterglow, I studied the two bodies that lay next to me. Though Beth was the more voluptuous of the two, Heather's body was more, I guess you could say, desirable in a way. Those breasts, though smaller than Beth's, were so firm and so inviting that I knew that I could spend a day just finding new ways to make love to them. Her clean shaven pussy was so tight and so pink and beautiful that I just wanted to push my tongue in there and leave it there. Still, Beth was so passionate and so skilled in her lovemaking that I would certainly hate to lose the ability to lie with her for any reason whatsoever. I smiled as I stopped to think of how they would view me in comparison to either of them. I'd come off a poor third for sure. 

I guess I wasn't paying attention to Heather enough because at some point she had reached over to retrieve the remote control device from the night stand. The first time I became aware of the fact that she had it was when the wall slid open to reveal the super-sized video screen. I'm not sure if she had prepared things or if everything was already set up but the next thing I knew, the screen lit up and we were watching a movie, a movie featuring familiar faces including Beth, Heather, Justine and Jillian. 

It was a video taken at a party the previous year in the same room where Laurie and Wendy had brought me into the management program. Through the use of the multiple camera technologies and those clever mirrors, we were watching as the party began. I saw Wendy welcoming some of the group and Laurie supervising the preparation of the food, a lavish spread to say the least. 

To see the movie better, Beth moved around to lay on her stomach and Heather and I quickly followed her example. 

There were about twenty guests, I estimated, by the time the party really got started. After a brief introduction, the music started and people began eating. It was almost comical in a way the people forgot about the hidden cameras as they began playfully arousing each other. Some of them finished their meals and started dancing together while others were just being playful. Lord only knows what was going on under those tables. By the expression of some of the faces, it would have been interesting to see, that's for sure. 

One tall, beautiful woman pulled off her top and began dancing in a tiny bra that didn't stay on for long and that seemed to be the incentive for the others to begin slowly removing their clothing until almost all of them were nude, while a few still had their panties on. There is something very erotic about an attractive woman in panties that I can't explain. This is especially true when the panties are so miniscule as to be almost non-existent. 

Several couples and a group of four had moved over to the day bed and the couch as well as some of the mats that were scattered along each wall. It was getting difficult to know which group or couple was being featured. 

I watched as Heather and Jillian moved off to the far end of the room and crawled onto one of the mats. We watched as they began kissing and fondling each other, arousing others around them and doing a pretty good job on me as well. When Heather pushed Jillian down and started sucking on her nipples, my pussy began to leak and when she went down between Jillian's legs I heard a distinctive moan from either Beth or Heather...or was that me? Just about that time, a third girl , one of the women I'd seen at the filming of my session with Laurie and Wendy, moved into the scene and began licking Heather's ass and pussy from behind. Oh my god that looked so hot. 

I could almost feel each stroke of her tongue. No...wait...that wasn't my imagination at work. Heather had moved between my legs and now her tongue was mimicking the actions of the women on the screen. I wanted that tongue to go deep so I raised up on my knees to give her better access, reaching back to spread my ass cheeks open wide. She was more than glad to give me what I wanted, getting up on hands and knees to plunge her tongue into my ass while she rammed two fingers into my pussy, hard and deep. 

"Oh god, yes," she said suddenly and I twisted my head around to see Beth strapping on a nice long and quite thick dildo. She began lubing it up good while she rubbed it into Heathers ass. In just seconds I heard Heather cry out as Beth rammed it deep into her ass. The next thing I knew, Heather's tongue was replaced by a finger, then two. I don't know who was loudest, me or Heather but the harder Beth fucked Heather's ass, the harder she rammed those fingers into me. 

It was hard for me to do it, but I clawed at my ass cheeks to keep them spread and even pulled my hole open for her to get deeper into me until the orgasm could be felt moving up through my spine. I think we came at about the same time, I don't know. I was too busy fighting the orgasm that refused to end as she continued finger fucking me hard and fast. When it got too much for me to handle, I simply dropped to the bed and listened to Beth's body slapping into Heather's ass cheeks until she too had more than she could handle, collapsing into me on the bed. 

Beth was sweating like a drunken sailor as she pulled the dildo free and slipped out of the harness. We lay on the bed for what seemed to be hours, getting our strength back while we watched the action on the screen. While it only made us more aroused, we were all too tired to do anything about it. 

I went into the bathroom to get cleaned up a little bit and empty my bladder. The warm water on my battered pussy felt really wonderful and for quite some time, I just held the hot cloth against me. Eventually though, I toweled off and went back into the bedroom. Heather was asleep and Beth was snuggled into that beautiful body, holding her while she stroked tenderly over her back and shoulders. 

I smiled and wondered if we would ever get enough of each other. I was determined though to make sure that before we left there, I was going to give Beth the kind of fucking that she'd given Heather. I found the dildo and harness and went into the bathroom to clean it up before we tried to use it again. 

Beth looked up as I approached them, her fingers against her lips to request silence. We smiled at each other and I walked over to sit on the chaise. There was no way I was going to interrupt such a beautiful picture. I was well aware that I was one lucky woman to have made love with not one of them but both and I wanted nothing more than doing it over and over again. 

Beth slid out from under Heather's arm carefully so as not to waken her and went into the bathroom. When she returned, she came over to sit next to me. We kissed and began fondling each other but, when I tried to push her down onto the chaise, she pulled away and got up. 

"Wait," she whispered. I was puzzled but sure that she had something planned and it was obviously something that involved all three of us. The thought of that intrigued me and my mind filled with the endless possibilities. She motioned to me to follow her into the main room, going over to pour a white wine for both of us. "Heather asked me to wait for her before we got into anything." she advised. 

I almost ask for details but I've been doing this long enough to know that surprise can add so much to any adventure. We talked about the video we had been watching. "You only saw a few minutes of it," she said, laughing. "You were too busy to see the rest. I'll get you a copy of it if you wish." 

"Of course," I replied. 

"You are going to be surprised by part of it," she warned. "Just so you know, but I won't tell you why. You'll just have to watch it."

"I'll invite you both over when I do but I'll tie you both down so we watch the video first."

"Oooh, I like the sound of that. You know how I love being tied up."

"So I've heard," I replied, remembering a conversation I'd had with either Trish or Justine in the past.

She excused herself and went into the bedroom to check on Heather. When she returned, she was smiling. "She says to explain to you that she's not walking anywhere right now. She said something about her ass being tender."

"Maybe I should go in and kiss it to make it all better," I offered. 

"Maybe you should," she agreed. 

I went into the bedroom and walked up to where she lay on her side. Rolling her onto her stomach, I tenderly and lovingly tongued her hole, kissing her cheeks at the same time. She whimpered and wiggled her ass into my face, letting me know she appreciated my efforts. 

Eventually, she slid off the bed and headed for the bathroom. That beautiful ass swaying with each step had me itching to tie her up and take her home with me. Beth came to me and we began fondling each other. So lost in our amorous adventure were we that I never saw Heather return from the bathroom. She tapped me on the shoulder and held out her hand to me, indication that she wanted me to get off the bed. I looked over to Beth, who was grinning in a way that made me feel a bit nervous.




New Horizons Ch. 11



"All right, you two, I know you're up to something so what's going on?"

"Well, while we were waiting for you," Beth began, "we were trying to decide which one of us was going to do what to you but we couldn't really agree until Beth came up with the perfect solution."

"Do I really want to know what that is?" I asked, knowing that I'd probably have trouble just getting out of bed by the time they were done with me. 

"We're not going to tell you." Beth replied. "We have to show you."

"What if I don't think I'm going to like it?"

"Oh, we know you will, honey," Beth replied, as Heather picked up the remote control to tap one of the buttons. 

Almost silently, a concealed door slid open onto another hallway. Memories of being led into the orientation site flooded my mind and some of the same anxieties suddenly made their presence known. 

We went down the hallway to step into another room. I immediately tensed when I saw a variety of apparatus similar to the ones in Trish's play room. 

"Uh-uh," I said, stopping dead in my tracks. "Beth, I've already told you that I don't do S&M or BDSM."

"I know; I know," she agreed, "but that isn't what we have in mind. "Don't you know that I would never do anything to cause you pain or anything like that?"

"And neither can I," Heather added. "It's true that there are things in this room that could be used in that way but they can also be used for pure pleasure. Can you trust us to respect your wishes and do nothing you'll regret later?"

I had two choices. I could say no and quite possibly lose two valuable friends, or I could agree and do just what they asked. Trust them. I had no reason not to, although I knew that when I left that room I might have to have assistance to walk. 

"Of course I trust you, it's just that...oh I don't know."

They took my hands and led me over to the middle of the room. A blindfold was placed over my eyes and secured. They then led me over to some kind of equipment where I had to step into what seemed to be a frame of some kind. They placed me face up on a padded surface of some kind that went down to just below my waist. A separate padded surface was under my hips and my legs were left hanging. I was secured there by a second padded piece of some kind that went from below my breasts to just below my navel. A pillow was placed under my head and my arms were spread out to my sides and secured there with my fingers in padded grips. I knew only too well that the grips were there to give me something to dig into in the middle of a screaming orgasm. 

They didn't say anything, but I suddenly felt their presence next to me and both of them began running their tongues over my neck and chest, then down onto my breasts. They licked, kissed, sucked and nipped at them without touching my nipples and I wanted them to, in fact, I was almost begging them to. 

When they finally did, I almost went off just from the first lick. Slowly laving their tongues back and forth over them until they were so sensitive I was going crazy, they then pressed their tongues into them and swirled in circles at the same time. Oh my god, I was so close just from that. They began licking over them, flicking their tongues in snake-like flicks and I felt my orgasm begin to build. I felt a tightening in my spine and my pussy began to tingle. It was coming and I needed the glorious release it afforded me. 

When they both sucked hard over and over again, I went over the edge like a freight train falling into the canyon. They sucked and nipped and nibbled and pulled them in their teeth as they twisted them back and forth. I thought that orgasm would last forever but they finally let me calm. I could feel my fluids seeping onto the pad below my hips and smell the extent of my finality. 

They licked over my chest, shoulders and neck, and down to the top of the harness. When they stopped, I heard them moving again, whispering the details of their next conspiracy to one another. My feet were then placed into stirrups with straps that went over my insteps. I then felt a padded support piece move up against my calves where a wide padded restraint was placed around them, holding my legs firmly in place. 

"We're going to move you now," Heather warned. "Don't be alarmed, you are perfectly safe and it's all worth it, I promise."

I felt the whole device begin to rotate, turning me over to put me face down against the second padded surface. Then my lower legs started to move outward, spreading me wide open, almost to the point of pain, but not quite. They were then flexed with my knees winding up nearly alongside my body, exposing my pussy and ass to what ever they had in mind and I had a feeling I might know what was coming. 

Heather came over to stand next to me. "Are you comfortable, Sam?" she asked. 

"Like a piece of ham in a bun," I replied, forcing myself to smile. 

"It's just a way of making it better, honey. Half of the pleasure comes from not knowing what's going to happen next, but you know that already."

I realized then that the whole purpose of the device was to place my ass and pussy at the most optimum position for any sexual activity whatsoever, whether if be anal or vaginal, oral, fingers or penetration by whatever the chosen device might be, dildo, vibrator, or whatever. 

"Just relax and enjoy," Beth commented. We gave you a clue earlier as to what we were up to but I don't think you really understood it. I hope you're ready for some good orgasms baby, because that's what's coming up next."

The whole table I was on began to raise and slide down about three feet or more. One of them was now moving around under the table and by the sounds I was hearing, I figured out that she was lying under me. I heard whatever she was lying on move and when it stopped, I felt her hot breath against my thighs, very near my anxious pussy. 

At the same time, the other one began running her fingers over my ass cheeks, slowly spreading them wider and wider. Then I felt a couple of pads or sponges or something being placed on my cheeks, almost into the crease, and a few seconds later, something began spreading them wider and wider to the point that it was becoming uncomfortable but just as I was ready to complain, they stopped. I was wishing I could see the results because my ass was spread open as far as I could physically bear and I felt her hot breath being blown over my hole, making the flesh there twitch or something. I concentrated on relaxing to provide easy access to whatever was going to be put in me but there was too much going on at the same time to allow me to focus.

I felt the first lick over my anus and heard a soft whimper coming from somewhere in my throat. It moved agonizingly slow, passing down through the crease, circling the opening, and continuing down over my perineum. Almost as though it were continuing, the other tongue began moving over my perineum to move own over my labia, ending in a series of soft kisses on my inner thigh. If they kept up that slow pace, I'd lose my mind before it was over. When the tongue moved back up over my ass though, it moved just past the opening, then swirled repeatedly around the opening, rimming me with just the very tip. The other tongue flattened out to move over first one labia, and then the other, switching back and forth drawing me open as I felt the tip begin moving into me on the last few passes. 

I finally figured out that Heather was licking my ass simply by the feel of her breasts against my leg, firm and round. So Beth was the one with her tongue slowly sliding deeper into my pussy with each stroke. 

Heather's tongue now began probing into my anus while her fingers began pulling at the tender flesh to open it up for exploration. When the tip of her tongue slipped into me for the first time, I groaned loud enough to make sure she knew I enjoyed it and tried to raise me hips more, but of course that could not happen. As she probed deeper and deeper into me, Beth did the same to my pussy, tongue fucking me as her fingers spread me wider and wider. 

I was getting so loud and so vocal that I was hoping no one else was in the building. I knew, somehow, that Beth was not exaggerating when she said I was going to have some major league orgasms because I could already feel the early stages of the next one building with the strange tingling I get in my thighs early on, and the stress that was building in my spine. 

When Beth took my clit in her mouth, I knew it wouldn't be long. She didn't suck hard on it, she just mouthed it and sucked it in and out of her mouth while her tongue caressed it each time she sucked it in. A finger was now introduced into my pussy and into my anus at the same time. It was almost like they choreographed the action. 

My back was off the pad as much as I could get it as the orgasm began moving over my spine and down into my anus, where a second finger had been added. I felt my thigh and stomach muscles begin to tense and it started getting so strong that I wasn't sure if I was ready for that much strain on my body or not. 

I used words I don't frequently use as it took control of my body. I cursed, I whimpered, I begged, I cursed some more, begged for release, groaned, moaned and wanted to scream so bad that in the end, I did. Several times, in fact, my fingers locked, vice-like around the padded grips. It moved over me like waves over the beach, my muscles first taut, then flexing wildly in spasms, over and over again until the women finally stopped and just moved in and out of me slowly, keeping it alive for what seemed to be hours.

When it was over, I had sweat dripping from my forehead, my neck felt like I was in a shower, and my body was sweat covered beyond belief. I knew that Beth had gotten a face wash when I came, and Heather knelt down to lick some of my fluids away to share them. My anus was twitching like mad and felt as though she was still there. 

I concentrated on slowing my heart rate and even though the blindfold was still in place, I kept my eyes closed in a sub-conscious effort at controlling the light headedness as though I were going to lose consciousness. 

I could tell that they were not done with me yet by the movements I heard. Knowing the two of them as I did, I was pretty sure that what was coming next was going to give me an even stronger orgasm and test my ability to breathe. 

The table then moved, tilting me slightly so put me on an angle for better penetration. I heard something moving and someone climbing up on it.

I was not to be disappointed as I felt the head of a dildo being pushed into my pussy from underneath. I was so wet that it slid into me without any problem at all until it reached my cervix. At that point, she began easy, slow strokes, almost pulling out, and moving up to my cervix again with each stroke 

It wasn't until fifteen or twenty strokes had moved through me that I felt Heather, or at least I was sure it was still Heather, crawl over me, her hands on either side of me as she readied her first thrust into my ass. I felt the head of it caress my anus, still exposed by the sponges pressing against my cheeks. She didn't press into me at that time, just got lined up and prepared. 

She straightened up and began applying lube to my anus and whatever she was going to fuck me with and I took deep breaths, relaxing my sphincter as much as I could will myself to do. When the head pressed against me, I could immediately tell that it was pretty damned large, probably larger than anything that had ever been in there. She pressed, released, pressed, released, then pushed hard. I yelped with its first insertion. Oh, it was large, alright, larger than anything I had ever used for sure.

She paused for a second or two, the pushed again, driving into me several inches. I fought the pain but in the end, I had to let her know she was going too fast. I think my scream did the trick. She pulled it back and began slow, short strokes into me. 

The dildo in my pussy was now rubbing into the one in my ass and the affect on my body was predictable. My next orgasm was going to set new records judging by the way my body was already stressing against itself. Beth began driving into me faster and faster then, and my orgasm was alive and well. I dug my hands into the grips and held on for dear life as I waited for it's arrival but I didn't have wait long because Beth decided that it was time to go deep. With three or four hard strokes, she went through the opening to my cervix and I felt like she tore it open. There was a sharp pain, and a burning sensation as she fucked into me faster and faster. I felt like I was being impaled on a telephone pole. Faster and faster, she fucked into me, until the orgasm turned my body inside out. It's a wonder I didn't rip those hand grips off the device as I forced my arms and hands to try to sit up to get away from the monster that was destroying me one spasm at a time. 

I had just begun to calm a little while Beth continued her slow strokes deep inside me when Heather decided I'd adjusted enough and began pushing deeper and deeper until I felt like the dildo was under my ribs somewhere. She brought new meaning to the term 'deep strokes' when she began fucking my ass while rubbing up against Beth's dildo at the same time. I must have expressed some discomfort or something because Beth pulled out quite a bit, still stroking into me. 

The combination was maddening. I couldn't stand what it was doing to me. I felt like a long bath sheet that was being twisted around and around into a rope as the orgasm transitioned from tenseness to outright agony. She fucked me faster and deeper as it approached and I felt it coming. A few minutes later, I heard it coming, roaring like a freight train in my head, then suddenly it was gone and so was I. 

I felt someone bathing my body with cool cloths while the whispered to me but I had no idea what they were saying, nor did I care. The soft mattress I was floating on rocked me gently to and fro as I sailed through the cool breezes, somewhere over the tree tops.

When I first became aware of the world around me, I heard sounds of passion and fought to focus on their source. When I found them, Heather's huge dildo was buried in Beth's ass and Beth was getting the same kind of fucking I had just had. God, that thing was huge! It looked even larger, I'm sure on Heather's petite body and judging from the look on her face, it had another small dildo on the inside of the harness which would explain the reason my anus still throbbed and quivered. A slight burning sensation was the only discomfort I felt and I forgot all about that as I watched Beth reach a thunderous orgasm that flattened her to the bed while Heather kept fucking her until she reached a second smaller one. 

When Heather pulled it out, I could see how long it was and my body tensed at its length, knowing that she'd had that thing in my ass up to the balls not an hour earlier and I still felt it in there. Little did I know that I'd still be feeling it in there when I went to bed that night.

We spent a couple hours just cuddling and snuggling, then showered and dressed. None of us wanted to leave and we took our time doing so, cleaning up the suite, although Beth advised us that a cleaning crew would be in to finish the job the next morning. We hugged and kissed for a long time and finally left for home. 

When I got in my car, I had to sit with my seat tilted back and a pillow under my hips to keep from having an orgasm just from the pressure on my pussy and ass. When I got to the house, I quickly stripped and lay face down on my bed, not getting up until my bladder begged me too. I groaned and went in to take care of the problem, filled a tall glass with ice cold water, and went back to bed, wishing the two of them were there with me as I drifted off to sleep



New Horizons Ch. 12



Chapter 12 The Challenge

A note to my readers. I tried to write this chapter with more passion but I think that once you read it, you will understand that there was no way to get to the passion any faster without losing your attention. I promise more passion in Chapter 13. Feel free to give me your feelings on what I'm doing. You are the ones I write for. Thanks.

On my way home from the very strenuous 'training' session, I remembered that I had to meet Brandi the following evening and realized that at that point, I had no clue as to how I was going to convince her to give us a second chance. I also had serious concerns about the condition my body was in at that time.

Judging by the information I'd gotten from her file, I knew she was not going to sit still for the kind of persuasion Melissa had used on me, and I had my doubts about using any of the suggested approaches I'd found in the training materials I'd received. It was obvious to me that Heather was right...the best plan of all was no plan at all. Without knowing her at all and never having been at her house, I had no choice but to approach her as promised. We would just talk and perhaps if I did my job right, I could get her the restaurant or one of the other venues in the near future. 

I have to admit that the company did not get their money's worth that day. I had a hard time focusing on the material and every chance I got, I tried to think of a way to get Brandi out of her house, but came up empty. I'd seen very intimate pictures of her, but pictures can be deceiving. I knew she was quite tall, that she shaved, and had very tasty looking nipples but the photographer, whoever that was had not been in a very good position for me to tell much more that that. 

I hurried home and took a long, hot shower, then dabbed on a few drops of perfume in all the right places. It was as I worked a brush through my hair that I made my first decision. I had laid out a nice, but conservative outfit to wear but that idea was scrapped quickly. Digging through my wardrobe, I selected the dark blue leather micro-mini that made my ass look like the hottest item on the dessert menu. To top it off, I chose a blouse that was like a magnet. Almost transparent, it featured a neckline that was almost to my navel. I'd already put on panties and bra but those were quickly tossed back on the bed. In that blouse, without a bra, my nipples were the main attraction and the cleavage was the first course. I chose a pair of matching heels and when I stepped in front of the mirror, I saw a woman so hot that I almost stayed home and wore out my favorite eight and nine inch companions.

I can't explain it, but I was quite nervous when I left for her house. Under different circumstances, I probably would have assumed that I was just anxious to get her naked but this was different. I had the distinct feeling that I may have met my match; that this could well be the first candidate that I would have to admit I couldn't reach. If that turned out to be the case, I would at least ask, beg if you will, if she would allow someone else to talk to her, that perhaps there was something about me she just didn't like.

When I got to her street, I stopped a couple of blocks away to gather my thoughts and put on a positive face and a smile. It would be important to let her believe I knew what the hell I was doing although I actually had no idea. 

She lived in the middle of the block, in a nice ranch style home on a double or triple lot. I white privacy fence seemed to go all around the place with a curved arbor over the walk to the house. Some sort of climbing flower covered the arbor and I could see lots of flowers behind the fence, at least what I could see of it. I grabbed my briefcase and took a deep breath. "Show time," I mumbled. 

The doorbell was connected to a Westminster chime, a sound I treasure from my memories of home and my grandma's home in Pennsylvania. I waited for about five minutes and rang the bell again. Thinking I'd been stood up, I turned as to leave only to see a new BMW sports convertible pull into the drive. The door slammed and a few seconds later, she rounded the corner of the house, a guilty grin on her face, and what a face it was. Long dark brown hair lay over her shoulders and down her back. Gray-green eyes on a slightly bronzed face, though darkened by distrust and concern, promised much to anyone she was pleased with and lips that would melt your heart if she smiled in your direction.   

"I'm sorry, Samantha. My boss tends to be a bit long winded anyway but today she seemed to be going for a filibuster or something."

I smiled and offered my hand. "No problem," I replied. "I could come back another time if you wish."

"No," she quickly replied. "I might change my mind. I've been fighting with myself all day as it is."

"Brandi, you don't have to do this," I offered, praying that I wasn't giving her an excuse to refuse to talk to me.

"I know," she agreed as she opened the door to motion me inside. "but I promised to help you and I will. I've got some things to talk to you about anyway for my own peace of mind."

We stepped into a large and welcoming living room with walls of a rosy cream color, made even rosier by the deep burgundy drapes highlighting the horizontal blinds that were a cream color as well. The furniture was in a beautiful rose color, rich and warm with walnut wood accents... The carpet was ivory with a subtle hint of burgundy and rose woven into it. It was so beautiful I wanted it in my home. 

She led the way into her den, a large room with an impressive natural stone fireplace. The carpet color carried over from the living room, enhancing the mahogany color of the recliners and wing chairs that sat on either side of the coordinating print couch. 

"How lovely," I commented. "This is such a comfortable room. Did you decorate it yourself?"

"Thank you," she replied. "Yes, quite some time ago. It was sort of a test to prove to myself that I knew what I was doing before I decided that I wanted to be a home decorator. A lot has happened since then. I guess I'd have to admit that I violated several of the basic rules of decorating in the project but I think that a room has to reflect the resident, not the other way around. It's kind of a statement of who I am I guess, plain vanilla with a splash of deep dark raspberry syrup."

I laughed and felt some of the tenseness go out of the room. 

"It's absolutely gorgeous Brandi. I wish I could afford your services."

"When I'm not really busy, I could see if we can work something out, Samantha. We can talk about that later if you wish."

"I'd love it," I replied, knowing exactly how we could work things out if I had my way.

"I'll go start some coffee," she said, walking toward the kitchen. I watched the sway of a firm ass that sat atop beautiful long slender legs. The affect of the sway was heightened by the fullness of her summery beige skirt that was slit at least eight inches. She wore a dark forest green satin blouse that glimmered in the light. I could visualize that glimmer in front of the fireplace as the flickering flames lit her beautiful face. 

When she returned I spent more time really seeing how beautiful she was. Maybe it was the change in lighting or maybe I just took the time now to study her. Perhaps it was just that the initial concerns were out of the way, I don't know. I only know that I openly stared as the sheen of the satin blouse moved fluidly with each and every step she took. Under that blouse she wore nothing at all and her nipples moved from side to side tauntingly. I knew all too well the affect of satin on my bare nipples and the thought of what her nipples were saying to her made my own nipples hard and an all too familiar tingle went through my thighs and the core of my body. 

"Samantha?" I heard her say.

I grinned, caught in the act of mentally sucking those nipples. My mind had drifted away to another dimension. "I'm sorry, I'm afraid my mind wandered for a moment there."

"So I noticed," she replied, and I wondered if she'd noticed how hard I was staring at her nipples and if she'd noticed that mine were as hard as nails right now under the sheer fabric of the light blouse I'd chosen. "So what is it that you are trying to do again?"

I described the duties of my volunteer position and why I thought it was important that I have her input to further enhance our program. I detailed the opportunities provided by membership and the freedom to be who she really is without stigma or suspicion at one of our resorts that would open very soon. 

"Well," she said, "you are right about one thing. You do need to do a better job of preparing your candidates. I can see why the secrecy is important, at least to the members, but the truth is that you are losing potential members by not listening to the ones that refuse to go on."

"That's exactly why I wanted your input. You didn't reply to the form we sent asking for your feelings and opinions so that tells me that we're wasting time and money sending them out."

She flushed for a second, and then I heard exactly what I'd suspected all along. "To tell you the truth, Samantha, I ripped it to shreds and threw it away. It was almost a slap in the face until I had time to think about it. I was still upset and disappointed."

"You say disappointed, Brandi. Should I assume from that comment that you really did want to be a member of Total Woman?"

"I don't know for sure, Samantha, but I was looking for something like that when I was contacted so yes, I guess I could say I was disappointed."

"Ok, then let's build from that then. I studied the photos of your orientation and ..."

"Photos? They took photos? Oh my god. Oh my god. Why???"

I reached out to place my hand on hers. "It's all right, Brandi. No one but the members of the management team have access to those photos and they are used only when there is good reason, such as trying to find out what went wrong in your orientation or if there is ever any question of legality or liability. That's the only reason. Your privacy, member or not is very much respected at all times. 

"God, I hope so," she replied, pulling her hand away. 

"Any time you want to see them I can show them to you but you have to sign a authorization for me to do so."

"I think I'd like to see them although I have no idea why. Am I being masochistic or something to want to see that? I mean the memories are still very strong and they aren't all good ones as you know."

"There's nothing wrong with you at all, Brandi." I reached into my briefcase to produce the required document, which hadn't even existed until I created it on my computer. "Just sign on the line here and date it."

I slid the form back into my briefcase and pulled out a manila envelope which held the computer generated copies. "These are just digital copies," I advised. "Can we talk about a few of them?"

I picked up the earliest series where she was being stripped and fondled. "From the expression on your face and the body English I read, you weren't stressed or fearful at that point."

"No, not at that point I wasn't. I was still excited about the experience then."

As soon as picked up the next series, showing her being lowered to the bed and restrained, she shuddered and I saw her hands ball up into a knot. "Oh god," she whimpered. "I can still feel those scarves around my wrist and ankles."

I turned the rest of them over and went to kneel beside her. "Brandi, talk to me. There is something that frightens you about those pictures far and away more than it should. Tell me what you are really afraid of."

For a few seconds she sat quietly, eyes closed, head back, breathing deep and slow. "When they put the blindfold over my head, it was all I could do to keep from screaming. No one saw the tears behind the blindfold and I managed to keep my fears hidden but when they began to restrain me, I started to lose it. I was so frightened and afraid I was going to pass out. I fought it off though because the intimacy and sexual gratification was so awesome I thought I might be all right. I wasn't though. I guess I'm somewhat claustrophobic or something but being restrained was more than I could stand." 

"I have a feeling you have a good reason for being claustrophobic but it's not important. What is important is that you just identified a horrible problem with our ceremony. We absolutely must find out if our candidates have any phobias that might impact on their orientation. Why didn't you say something before now?"

"It's so embarrassing, Samantha. It takes me back to some dark times in my life that I don't want to revisit."

"Brandi, no matter what happened or when, never ever be afraid to speak out when you are frightened. You don't have to explain or give them any details, just don't live your life in shame or fear when you don't have to."

"But the orientation..."

"The orientation has to be revised in cases like yours, Brandi. I have a feeling that many of our candidates refused for reasons similar to yours. They have been frightened or abused or any number of things and we have to find a way to induct them in without playing on that fear."

She picked up the rest of the photos and started going through them, occasionally wiping away a tear or pausing while a shudder went through her. I had her go slowly, studying each photo, while I asked questions to learn her mind set at that particular moment. She gasped at some of the detail shown in the close-ups but we talked our way through while my body began reacting to the erotically detailed pictures right up to when she screamed and had to be escorted from the room in tears.

"Brandi, I am so very sorry that we put you through that," I stated, and I really meant it.

"They had no way to know, Samantha. I didn't even realize it myself so how would they know?"

She went back to the point that the women between her legs brought out the dildo and began working it into her pussy. 

"My god, it's so big, Samantha. I can't believe they put that in me."

"It's not as big as you think, Brandi. I've had bigger although I have to admit that I've been tested a couple of times and wished I hadn't done it once. We aren't all the same though and some women would never be able to handle that but we're pretty careful about that. If you look on that pad next to her you'll see a smaller one just in case the big one appears to be too much."

"I take it you went through the whole ceremony," she said, still looking at the last photo before she lost it. 

"Yes, I did," I replied, "and lived to tell about it."

She managed a weak smile at my attempted humor. "I'll be right back," she said, heading for the back of the house. I put the photos back in order but didn't put them back in the folder at that time. 

When she returned, she had a box in her hands. "These are the largest I've ever used," she confessed. While rather substantial in size, they were nothing compared to some I've had shoved in me or up my ass.

"If they get the job done, that's all that matters," I offered. 

"Samantha, I'm sorry I gave you such a hard time. You've been wonderful to sit here helping me talk this out. I've been wishing I had someone to talk to but I don't have anyone I can trust right now, and it sounds so self pitying."

"No, Brandi, no it doesn't," I replied, putting my hand on her thigh, then quickly taking it back hoping that she didn't notice, "it is a very real and honest fear and it must be terrible to go through it."

She nodded but didn't reply right away. "It's been a long time," she finally said. "I keep hoping it will go away but it doesn't." 

"It's like a deep scar, Brandi. It's possible it will never completely go away."

"I know," she agreed. For quite some time, we sat there, discussing the merits of the two dildos.

"So what can we do to make it work?" I asked. "Without losing the purpose of the ceremony, what can we do differently that would make it possible for Brandi and the others like her get through the whole thing?"

"I'm not sure," she replied. "I think your comments about looking out for phobias is a big step in the right direction but that might just make it impossible for some of us to become members."

"That's not what we want," I replied. "We are very selective only in that we want women who are open minded and quite sexual for obvious reasons. They have to show an indication of compatibility and acceptance as well as a personality that would make it easy to fit in with current members. Would it help if rather than restraining these members, we have women simply hold their arms and legs in place?"

"I doubt it because you are still helpless and being controlled," she replied. 

I thought for a few seconds and an idea came to mind. "Brandi, I wonder if it would make a difference if you yourself placed your hands and feet into some kind of restraint, maybe like the stirrups at the gynecologist's office or the grips on an exercise machine."

She pondered her reply for a few minutes. "That might work," she agreed, "because you would know that you had the ability to get out of them. Psychologically you wouldn't feel controlled."

"Exactly. Would you be willing to try again if we worked something out like that?"

"I might," she replied, "but I have no way to know if there are other problems in the rest of the ceremony."

"That creates a problem because I can't reveal the rest of the ceremony. There is really only one more thing you have to get through though."

"I have a feeling it involves anal am I right?" she asked. 

"Would you have a problem with that if it was?" I asked, without directly confirming her suspicions.

"I've never done that. I've heard some horrible stories about it though so I might. You might also try to determine if the candidate had a bad experience with it because that might push them over the edge, especially if they were raped or sodomized against their will."

"I'm starting to think we need a standard preliminary questionnaire that each candidate must complete before we get too far into the process." I replied. 

"Is there a lot of pain?" she wondered.

"No, not if the person doing it knows what they are doing," I assured her. 

"When you get things worked out, would you contact me and tell me what the changes are?" she asked. "I'd like to keep my options open in the mean time."

"Absolutely," I replied. "I'll contact you personally and I appreciate the opportunity to make it work for you. 

She nodded slowly. "You know, it would be so nice to have something like that. Somewhere I can go to meet other lesbians other than a bar. Somewhere I can speak openly about our lifestyle without looking around to see who is listening. I might even meet someone again. Someone special."

"I know you would, Brandi. We have such wonderful members and in the meantime you can have some great sex if that's what you want or just lay out nude and get a tan or take a dip in one of the new pools that will be open within a month. The place we call The Windward is already being used and the pools there are brand new. I've seen them but haven't had a chance to use them yet."

"I've got some snacks and more coffee in the kitchen," she advised, getting up to go get them. I watched as she walked away and wondered who the lucky woman would be to make her life special again. 

I got up and followed her to the kitchen to find her putting everything on a tray. "Let me help you, Brandi," I offered as I walked over to take the coffee from her. "I wish this kitchen was in my place," I mused. "Mine is about a third this large."

"This is my one big concession," she admitted. "I bought this place long before I could afford it and the kitchen was a big selling point, although I have no idea why I cared." She started laughing and when she saw my puzzled expression, she explained. "I can't cook worth a damn."




New Horizons Ch. 12



I laughed along with her until I saw a tear slip from her eye. 

"What is it, Brandi?"

"Nothing, I'm ok," she replied, dabbing at the corner of her eye with a napkin. 

I went over and took her in my arms, pulling her to me. Being taller, she kissed the top of my head, then my forehead when I looked up into those beautiful eyes. We smiled at each other and she looked away from me. As we held on to each other, I felt a tear on her face. 

"What is it, Brandi?" I asked. "What can I do for you?"

"I'm sorry, Samantha. I just lost it there for a moment."

"Brandi, its fine. Don't let it bother you. Is there anything I can do for you? Maybe you're just worn out." 

She just shook her head and fought back the urge to hiccup. "I guess I didn't realize how lonely I really am. I keep so busy so I don't have time to think about it but seeing you look at me like that reminded me."

"You need to find someone..." That's as far as I got before I was pinned against the counter. She held me there as she gazed intently into my eyes. Her eyes were not gray-green any more. Now they were dark emerald green and they screamed "I WANT YOU!" 

"Brandi," I whispered as her lips swooped down on mine and my breath disappeared. There were no tentative kisses, no exploring tender touches of lip and tongue. Her tongue found their way through my lips and they parted along with my teeth as her tongue began to explore my tongue, my lips, my throat, and my teeth. She moaned and whimpered, fired with desire that had evidently been building for a long time. 

We stumbled into the living room, fighting to strip each other, throwing clothes all over the room as fast as they fell away. Naked and wanting, we fought to see who was going to be on top and wound up in a sixty-nine, going at each other like we hadn't had sex for years. Her long legs and powerful arms, along with her height advantage, had her in command in short order and I was pinned between those strong thighs with my tongue flashing in and out of her while my fingers sought out, found and invaded her hot, wet pussy. I needed to make her come first but I lost that battle. Well, in a way I did. When she started to come, the sounds of her oncoming orgasm were more than enough to send me screaming over the top.

We continued to drive into each other, grasping and clawing to get more and more until we both collapsed against each other, fighting to breathe after who knows how many orgasms."

"Oh god, I didn't realize how much I needed that," she commented, once she could breathe again. 

I crawled up along side her and pulled her to me, kissing her as we calmed. 

We cuddled, caressed, and kissed for quite some time and spent a lot of time just looking into each other's eyes. The stress of the previous day's activities began to make itself known and I felt the need to sleep but I didn't want to pull away. 

"Come with me," she said, as she got up off the floor and helped me to my feet. I looked around at the assortment of clothing that decorated everything in the room and couldn't stop myself from laughing. 

"I guess we both needed that," I finally decided as she started to lead me to her bedroom.

I stopped her though. "I can't stay the night, Brandi. I have to work tomorrow and I have nothing that I can wear." I hesitated about ten seconds as she looked crestfallen. "I have an idea. Throw some things in a bag and come home with me." 

Her face lit up and before I could say anything, she was hurrying around the house, picking up our clothes, and handing my clothes to me. It only took her about three minutes to throw some things into a bag and be ready to leave. 

I was dressed by that time and anxious to pick up where we left off. "Come on, I'll drive and drop you off in the morning," I said, hurrying out the door. 

She ran to the car and literally dove into the passenger seat. "Oh my God, Samantha, have I lost my mind, or what?" she asked, giggling. "I mean I intended to come home tonight and tell you thanks but no thanks and now I'm in your car, going to your house. Oh my god!" 

I had to laugh at her level of excitement. If I could keep her that excited, I was in for an evening of some great sex and so was she.

When we got to the house, I pulled into the drive and got out. She stayed back and told me she'd be right behind me. It was a good thing it was a dark night with no moon because the next thing I knew, she came streaking out of the SUV to push her way past me as she ran into the house, stark naked! She raced through the house like a woman possessed and I heard her squeal when she saw the king sized bed. 

I shut the door as quickly as I could and started stripping off my clothes, and by the time I got to the bedroom, I was naked as well. She was on the bed, on her knees, her arms open wide to me, her face lit up by a beautiful smile. There was no way I was going to miss out on making love to this fantastic creature. 

We came together like two pools of hot wax, molding to each other's bodies. The kisses were hot, passionate and demanding. We rubbed, breast to breast, pelvis to pelvis, moaning, groaning and whimpering as the need grew greater and the flames of desire burned hotter until she rolled on top of me with her thigh against my pubis. When she began humping into me, I humped right back, faster, and faster until we were totally immersed in the need to come. We were loud and we were demanding of each other until we were no longer unable to delay the outcome. Sweat poured from our bodies and cum poured from our battered pussies but still we kept humping slowly to keep the orgasm alive until there was nothing more to give or take. 

As we lay quietly, cuddling together later, I raised up on my elbow and looked into those beautiful eyes. "I don't get it, Brandi," I said.

"You don't get what?" she asked.

"All the way to your house, I was thinking I was going to have to work my ass off to get you to agree to try us again and all of a sudden I'm in bed with one of the hottest lovers I've ever had. What gives?"

She smiled at me and nodded. "I had no intention of letting you talk me into it, Samantha. By the time you got here, I'd mellowed some thanks to your understanding, but I still had no intention of agreeing to anything. I don't know when it happened or how. All I know is that one minute I was looking into your eyes or staring at your nipples, I don't remember which, and the next minute I knew I had to have you, to get you naked and make love to you. Maybe it's just that I've gone without for so long and didn't want to admit how much I needed it."

"I've only been with one other woman that drove me that crazy, I reported. Lord have mercy if the two of you ever get together. Her name is Justine and she's a member of my chapter. We almost tear each other's tits off when we get started."

She laughed and stroked my breast. "Can you imagine the three of us together?"

"Oh my god, we'd probably all be in a comma by the time we were done with each other."

"Samantha, you've got more experience than I do, and it would seem that you'd have more than enough opportunity to experience just about as much sex as a body could stand and in just about any form, so why do you need Totally Woman at this point. I mean you've obviously made a lot of contacts and I'm sure many of them would go to bed with you even if you weren't a member so why do you need it?"

I laughed and repeated the conversation I'd had with the other women about slowing down. "I think I need it for the opportunity to be with many women of like mind, to experience not just sex but the socializing benefits of places like the Windward and knowing that I'm free to have sex or not have sex without any stigma if I want to just tan or just swim or just do nothing but still be naked. I love to be naked, alone or in a crowd of others who enjoy it. Oh, I guess I could just be a nudist, and some of them women are, but I wouldn't be exclusively with other lesbians."

"I guess that makes sense," she replied. "There are a lot of things I haven't experienced very much. I mean the women I've been with have been just quick affairs for fast, hard sex, but they haven't been very diverse. Fingers, tongues, you know, just body parts. The toys you saw were about the only toys I've ever used or had used on me."

I had to laugh. "Come with me," I said, lifting her to her feet to go into my special closet that I keep locked when anyone is in my house. When I opened it, she almost passed out. I've got toys of all descriptions, sizes and configurations. Every time I've had a toy used on me that I really enjoy, I go out and buy it. 

"My god, Sam," she muttered. "You could open a used toy store. Have you used every one of them?"

"At least once, and some of them many times."

"Do you have any favorites?"

"Mmmmmm, I guess I might have a favorite in each category. You know, favorite vibe, favorite dildo, stuff like that. It depends on who I'm with too. I mean you both have to enjoy toys together. Some women don't like toys much while others want to try everything. There are a few in here I would never try with you until you become more experienced because they are a bit too aggressive."

"Choose one for us, Samantha," she begged.

"I won't choose just one, Brandi, but I'll choose a couple if that's all right."

She nodded her head, her eyes sparkling with possibilities. I looked over the assortment and chose a button vibrator, and one of the milder twister types. The dildo I chose was a double ended one of about 22 inches, and 1-1/2 around, and a harness with an 8-1/2 inch penis that was just a little on the large size. 

She took the double ended dildo from me and rubbed it up and down as we headed back to the bedroom. When we climbed onto the bed, she wanted to use that one first but I stalled her for a couple of minutes. 

"I want to show you something first," I said. "You seem to take care of matters yourself and my little friend is perfect for that." I showed her the button vibrator and slipped it over my finger. She lay back and spread her legs as I moved toward her, waiting for a demonstration. I turned it on and used it on her nipples first and she didn't want me to stop until I moved down over her mound and started moving over her covered clit. She didn't need much of that to be ready to come but I wasn't looking for a quick orgasm. Using the fingers of my left hand, I spread her labia open and started going back and forth over them, moving closer and closer to her clit. The instant I hit her clit, she was gone. She gave a sharp cry and jerked her hips up into it as she came. I kept it going to extend her orgasm, and then allowed her to ease a bit before slipping the finger into her, allowing the vibrator to hit her clit with each stroke. 

Her second orgasm was a stronger one but I didn't keep it going as long because I didn't want to wear her out before I got what I needed from the double ended dildo, and I wasn't going to hold off much longer. 

While I let her relax, I grabbed some lube from the bed side table and applied a thin coat to the dildo. It wasn't really necessary but I needed to come and I wasn't going through the long involved process of slow introduction. While she was still relaxed and slippery wet, I was going to go deep and quick so I could have some satisfaction. 

She looked up quickly when I first put the head of the dildo against her pussy's wet lips and gasped loudly when I slid it in at least six inches the first push. Four or five more strokes and I was in as deep as she would be able to handle, at least for now. Positioning myself for maximum control, I slid it in to my hungry pussy an inch or two and rammed it in until I felt a tinge of pain from going to fast. Using the power of my hips and hands, I finished the job in two strokes. Two more strokes would have put us pussy to pussy. There was no way she was ready for that yet. 

I started off slowly, with long, smooth strokes, deep and easy until she began moving into it. Pulling her legs over mine to elevate her pussy, I slid forward and began driving it into her with my hips, picking up speed with each stroke.  I knew I was against her cervix if not through it since I had nearly ten inches inside her with each stroke and it was against mine. Wrapping my arms around her legs to keep her from slipping away from me, I began ramming the dildo into both of us as hard and as fast as my hips allowed. I was sweating like a French whore and I knew I couldn't keep that up long, but I didn't have to. She beat me to an orgasm by a couple of minutes and I tried to keep going to try for two but there was no way. My body said enough and I think hers was ready to stop too. 

For a long time, we lay there, spent, letting our fluids soak the bedding while we learned how to breathe again. 

I finally got off the bed and stumbled into the kitchen for some ice water. When I came back, she was in the bathroom and I heard water running in the sink. I waited until she was done, then went in and ran some cold water, cooling my face and neck before cooling off my exhausted pussy and cleaning the fluids off my thighs. When I toweled off, I threw the towel into the hamper and took out two more from the cabinet. 

I was almost ready to beg off but she solved the problem by falling asleep. It took me about two minutes to do the same and I guess we slept about four hours because I woke up at two in the morning when she went into the bathroom.  

"Everything all right, hon?" I asked when she returned. 

"Do I feel all right?" she asked, laying next to me and cuddling into my body. Oh, she felt all right and then some. 

"Should we change these sheets so we can sleep better?" I wondered.

"Nah, I plan on getting them wet again before I'm done. Besides, I'm wide awake now. Do you want some water? I'm dry as a bone."

"Sure," I replied. "There's some juice in there if you prefer. Glasses are to the right of the sink."

She came back with two tall glasses of orange juice and a piece of cheese that she broke in half and shared with me. 

"I've been laying here thinking about the group," she said. "I think I'd like to try it again if I can."

"Of course you can," I replied. "I can take care of that." 

"There's a catch though," she said, not looking directly at me. 

"A catch?" I asked. "What kind of catch?"

"I think I can handle the ceremony now that we've talked about it and you said there was a way to just use grips and stirrups or something like that. I appreciate that. The catch is that I know for sure without you telling me so, that the next part of the ceremony involves anal."

"I can't confirm that, Brandi," I replied, knowing that she already knew anyway.

"I know," she agreed, "but I think I knew it before. I've never done anal, Samantha, as I said, and I'm not sure it's anything I'd enjoy but I'd like to know what I'm getting myself into before I agree to accept whatever the rest is. I'll go through it again...all of it....if you'll take my virginity tonight."

I started to refuse but she wasn't done talking yet. 

"No one but you and I will ever know and it's the only way I'll do it. I wouldn't even consider it if it weren't for the way you and I have connected. I know that you'll do your best to make me enjoy it and I know that you'll be gentle with me. That is the only way, Samantha."

For a few minutes I just lay there staring at the ceiling. If I did this, I was seriously compromising my position with management. While I wasn't admitting what would be involved, technically at least, neither was I denying it. By taking her anal virginity, I was, in a sense confirming her suspicions, but damn it, I wanted to be the one to penetrate her ass for the first time. My pussy was pulsing at the thought of that dildo going into that beautiful ass while the small one on the inside of the harness was going into me at the same time. The more I thought about it, the more I knew I'd already made my decision. I was just trying to justify it but in the end, I gave up and went with my basal desires and needs.

"You have to be sure that absolutely no one, and I mean no one, ever hears about this. I am so far out of line to even consider it and if they find out, I probably will be just a member if even that."

"I promise," she replied, looking at me with those pleading eyes. 

Getting off the bed, I picked up the harness and slid it on, pushing the dildo into my pussy. I adjusted straps to hold it in snug and picked up the lube. "Are you sure about this, Brandi?" I asked, knowing what the reply would be. 

"Yes," she said. "I'm sure."

Putting her in the head down position I favor, I lubed my fingers and began working the first finger into her. When I had her lubed inside, I applied a liberal layer of it around the rim and onto her cheeks on both sides. Pulling the finger out, I lubed it again and began working two fingers into her. There was a yelp of pain and I looked up to see her gnawing on her lip but I continued pressing into her and once both fingers were in, I began fucking her slowly while I worked the flesh around the hole to lube it and stretch it. By turning my fingers back and forth, I opened her up a bit more, then just to be sure, I slipped the tip of a third finger into her and began stretching her more. 

She whimpered a bit and I saw a tear in her eye but she never hesitated or asked me to stop. 

When I had her stretched as much as I could without causing her any more pain, I moved up between her legs. 

"Just relax, Brandi, and if you feel too much pressure, push back like you're trying to get rid of a big turd. It will open you up a bit more."

"Wait a second, Samantha. Give me a second to take a few breaths and relax."

I waited until she nodded without saying anything, then I put the head of the cock against her tight hole. I reached up and pulled the cheeks as wide as I could, pulling the hole open a bit more as I began pushing into her with gentle pressure, stopping, and repeating with a bit more pressure until it popped through. 

"Oh fuck," she yelped, and I paused a bit. 

I waited for her to settle down and then began moving in deeper with tiny smooth strokes, going deeper and deeper with each stroke. I had to pause a couple of times when she showed signs of discomfort but then I'd move deeper and deeper until I had about two thirds of it in.

I pulled it back until it was only a couple of inches in and then eased it back in again over and over again until I was sure she was accepting it. Then I began a series of long, smooth strokes, deep and easy, gaining a bit of speed after a few strokes. I had an orgasm rather quickly but didn't slow down, knowing that I'd have a couple more before the big one at the end. 

She tolerated it well until I began banging the balls of the plastic cock into her with more force and more speed. She was fighting off an orgasm until I reached down to pick up the smaller twister dildo and began working it into her pussy. She went off like a rocket after just a few strokes with it, then I left it in and began ramming her ass harder. I knew she could feel the two toys in there together and I also knew she had a really big orgasm moving over her. When my body told me I was ready to explode, I turned on the twister mechanism and shoved it deep while I rammed her as hard as I could three or four times before my body began to turn itself inside out. 

I leaned over her body to keep the cock in her ass while my spasms ripped through me over and over. I tried to fuck her with the twister for another orgasm but I had to hang on to her body. Eventually, she dropped to the bed and I fell on top of her, cock still in her ass. 

When I got my strength back, I began slow strokes to pull it out of her. I felt her body shudder in orgasm just before I pulled the twister from her pussy, still buzzing, and just as I slipped from her ass. She'd remember that one for a while. 




New Horizons Ch. 12



I stripped off the harness and went to the bathroom for a cold cloth to clean her ass and cool her still pulsing anus. The cloth went into the hamper and I got another one to clean myself up some before I returned to the bed to find her still lying face down, a pool of her fluids soaking into the bed. 

I lay down beside her and began stroking her back and shoulders. She finally rolled onto her side and snuggled up against me with her head on my shoulder. Her face was wet but I had no way to know if it was sweat or tears and I didn't want to press the issue too soon. 

"Are you all right?" I finally asked. 

She nodded. "A little tender and my insides are acting kind of funny, like you're still in there or something but they don't seem to be hurting."

"That feeling will go away soon and so will the tenderness. If it seems to tender, let me know and I'll sponge it off before I put some cream on it."

"I'll be all right," she replied. A few minute later, I heard her breathing slow and knew she had slipped off to sleep. I changed position a bit and tried to consider all the ramifications of my decisions and my actions but sleep overtook me. 

When the alarm went off in the morning, I damned near fell of the bed. During the night, I'd moved closer to the edge than I normally sleep and didn't realize it. She moaned and rolled onto her back to stretch her arms over her head, then looked over at me. 

"It's a beautiful day," she announced. "I slept like a log and feel like royalty this morning."

I laughed at her and moved over to kiss her. She got up then and went to the bathroom and when she came back, I went in. We started to make the bed but something happened and we fell onto it to make love one more time before we got up and stripped it. 


"Just let it dry and air out," I said, as I took the bedding in to put it in the hamper. I'd have to do laundry that night for sure. 

We showered, bathing each other to another orgasm, then toweled off and got dressed. I didn't have much for breakfast so we stopped at the pancake house on the corner. I know some of the other patrons were staring at us, but I didn't care. They didn't know anything and their petty judgments didn't matter to either of us. We were careful not to say anything to fuel their suspicions. Eventually, we both had to head for work. I told her to follow me and I went around the other side of the SUV, took her in my arms and kissed her. 

When we got to her house, she came to me and I kissed her again over and over. 

"Thank you, Samantha, for being so gentle with me."

"Just be sure you don't slip up and say something."

"I won't. I promised you I wouldn't. Do you think we'll ever be together again?"

"I promise you we will, Brandi." She opened her door to leave. "Oh, and when you choose your chapter, remember the number 7 but don't tell anyone who told you that." She smiled and blew me a kiss as I drove away.

As I drove away from the house, I began giving serious thoughts to what had transpired. I'd shown a level of weakness that was bound to cause me trouble if I didn't make an effort to change. In so many ways, I could be in violation of policy, if not common sense, but I didn't regret a single part of it. The only thing that bothered me was that should a similar situation develop, I had no assurance that I wouldn't yield to my own selfish desires. To tell you the truth, I think that without being aware of it, I had become addicted to the feel and taste of almost any woman I encountered, and that bothered me. 

There are names for women such I was becoming and I certainly didn't want those names to be attached to me. I'd used my position with Totally Woman to sleep with several beautiful women and not one of them had been a disappointment. Perhaps it would be a good time to sit down to a meeting with Laurie and Wendy if I could get them to keep their clothes on.



New Horizons Ch. 13



Dear Readers. I ask your patience with this chapter. While the sex is good, I felt that it was absolutely essential in setting up a new chapter in Samantha's life, with new characters and a change in settings. I promised more passion in this chapter, I know, and I hope I don't disappoint but as I wrote it, I realized that the only way to make things work was to split the chapter into two since this one went on so long. I hope you don't give up on me. 

The week following my experience with Brandi, my period started, which meant no sexual activities and I have to admit that I almost welcomed the time away from it. That Thursday evening, I was relaxing on the couch with my head back and my eyes closed. I'd had a rough day at work, my body was aching, and I was horny, as is my usual situation during my period. 

I was mentally running through the things I needed to do, including contacting Laurie and/or Wendy regarding my shortcomings with Brandi. I had to watch my timing, because Danni's orientation was awfully close and I promised her I'd be there and I would. I also had to contact my next candidate and get something arranged with her if possible, and I'd missed the last chapter meeting completely. 

Everything was piling up on me and it was beginning to show in my appearance as well as my energy level. I know I've said this several times but not it was becoming essential. I simply had to slow down or get out of the organization.

I called Laurie the next morning but neither she nor Wendy were available so I left a message for one of them to call me when they returned. I left a message on Beth's voice mail that I was trying to set up a meeting and suggested that she be there as well as Heather and Jillian, since we were due for a meeting with Laurie and Wendy anyway. 

Over the weekend, I managed to contact my next candidate, a young woman by the name of Theresa. After fifteen minutes on the phone with her, it was obvious that no matter what I said or did, she would never consider sitting down with me to discuss it. She had met someone who was vehemently opposed to our organization and that was the end of that. The next woman on my list was out of town so I left her a voice mail and called it a day. 

Monday morning, my whole world just came unglued. As soon as I walked into work, I was called into my boss's office. She informed me that my work was suffering, I was tired all the time to the point of missing simple things in my assignments, my fellow employees were taking too much of my work load, etc. etc. I had to take my two weeks vacation immediately to get myself straightened out, or submit my resignation. Bam, just like that I was told that I had till the end of the day to make my decision. 

Resignation was out of the question. How the hell would I pay my bills? All day long, I argued with myself, even going so far as to consider leaving Totally Woman completely. I wasn't kidding myself, however, that was never going to happen. I accepted the two weeks vacation beginning immediately and left without saying anything to anyone but the two girls I work the closest with. 

When I got home, I paced the floor, drank too much wine, got too upset for my own good and wanted to lash out at someone but knew that would do me no good. My mood improved when Beth called to tell me that she and Heather would be at the meeting but Jillian was out of town again. We talked for quite a while and two hours later, we were banging each other's brains out with fingers, tongues and teeth and my double ended dildo. She could barely walk when she left at eleven o'clock and I lacked the strength to even get out of bed to turn off the lights. Fortunately, Beth locked the door on her way out. 

Tuesday morning, I sat with my coffee and a bagel, going over my options (the few that I had,) and trying to put everything into perspective. Wendy's secretary called and asked if I could be at the offices at seven to meet with Wendy and Lauri, informing me that Beth and Heather were already aware of the meeting and they would be attending. Pouring myself another cup of coffee, I sat down to make a list discussion topics for that evening's meeting, though I knew that we might not get much talking done at all. After straightening up, I went shopping, every woman's cure for stress...that and a lot of dark chocolate.

I dressed appropriately for the evenings activities, dark brown mini skirt and beige pullover and nothing else. No sense denying that I knew in all likelihood how the evening would end. I saw Beth's car when I pulled up in front of the offices and smiled as I wondered what she was telling them about the previous evening. 

They were waiting for me, greeting with the usual kiss and embrace, although Beth's tongue seemed to be taking up where we'd left off the night before, and I started feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. Laurie and Wendy had changed into casual wear, skirts and blouses, while Beth seemed to have had the same thoughts as I had as to what to wear. When she sat down, I got an excellent view of her shaved pubis. Heather wore a short skirt as well and crossed her legs to give me a quick view of bare pussy that really had me tingling. I looked up at Laurie and Wendy and knew that it was having the same affect on them.

We sat on the couches, and I waited to let Laurie dictate the direction the session would take. I was surprised to find that she actually wanted to talk about business...at least to start with. 

"Samantha, I can't tell you how proud we are of what you've accomplished in such a short time. In fact, we have somewhat of a problem. We don't have any more openings at the present time for new candidates."

"I don't understand," I replied. "How can that be?"

"What we didn't count on was the domino factor. The two women you convinced were friends with some of the others who had declined and when they told them of what you'd done, they contacted their sponsors and agreed to try again. We now have seven candidates for orientation so don't do any more until they are in the group and assigned to chapters."

I was amazed, to say the least. I wasn't aware that any of the women even knew the others existed but it seems there is a bond through their sponsors or something, I don't know. I now had five more candidates to cross off my list. 

"You may not be so proud when you hear how I got Danni and Brandi to agree to try again," I warned. 

Laurie laughed and Wendy smiled and nodded. "We already know," she replied. "Listen, Samantha, there are guidelines and all but common sense has to be the biggest guideline of all. You were facing a situation where the candidate very clearly indicated what it would take for her to try again and you accepted the challenge, one, I might add that I might have welcomed myself. The point is, you got her confidence and her trust. I think you did exactly what any of us would have done under the circumstances."

"Absolutely," Laurie agreed. "I'd call it a job well done, even though I think you may have enjoyed it a little bit too much."

I flushed and nodded. "I can't deny that."  

"Beth and Heather also told us of some of your ideas and they sound workable and effective. The cameras will take a bit of time to arrange for but I can see where they would be a valuable tool in the recovery efforts."

"I think so," I agreed, "and my time with Brandi showed me that we need to overhaul our candidate review process and possibly develop a more comprehensive application to reveal any phobias or psychological problems. She made a good point when she said that a woman who has been raped or attacked and bound would never handle our existing system. An alternative has to be developed and I have some thoughts on that, again thanks to Brandi."

"Excellent," Laurie proclaimed. "I think we got the right person for that challenge." 

"Beth tells me that your day yesterday was less than spectacular, Samantha," Wendy said. 

"I guess you could say that," I agreed, "at least up until about six-thirty or so. Spectacular might be an apt definition of the time after that."

Beth giggled and squirmed in her seat. "I'd say," she agreed. 

"I think I should have been invited," Heather exclaimed. 

"I tried to call you but you were out," Beth advised. "Care for a rain check?"

As with one voice, Heather, Laurie and Wendy all said, "Absolutely."

"Which brings us to something we want to discuss with you, Samantha," Laurie advised, as she stood and walked over to her desk to pick up some papers. "As you know, Jillian, Wendy and I and a few others have been spending some time out of town. We didn't want to say anything to anyone until we had everything in order but thanks to your dilemma at work the timing may be right."

The women were all smiling and I felt like odd-man-out or something.

"Totally Woman has been such a success in this area that we are being flooded with requests for expansion." Laurie continued. "Members are bringing their friends here, they tell their friends about us, and it's like an avalanche of interest. For several reasons, we have been hesitant to expand outside our own geographical area but now there are some reasons to re-think that mind set since some of our members have left us due to job changes or family situations that require relocation. They have been begging us to establish similar opportunities where they have moved, since it seems we are one of a kind at the present time.

For the last few weeks, we've been discussing this with a group that seems to have everything in place to be our first 'franchise' of sorts. They are just waiting for us to say yes and sign a contract with them. We'll be doing that in the next few days. Their orientation and celebration site is ready to open in a hotel they purchased just out of town. It needed a lot of work, but they took a gamble and the remodeling is almost done. I've seen the facility and I think they've done a wonderful job. It has a beautiful lobby, a very large ball room and several other large meeting rooms as well as the normal individual rooms. They are financially secure, well funded, well organized, and anxious. What they need help with is training and some temporary guidance. Laurie and I are just too busy and every other woman we've talked to has the same problem, including Beth and the others who have been working with you directly or indirectly."

"That's great," I said. "Are they using the name Totally Woman?"

"They are," Wendy replied. "That's where the franchise comes in. We have the name, the reputation, the experience and the ability to guide. They pay a fee for the use of the name and they agree to follow our principles of conduct, and our procedural guidelines."

"This could really grow," I stated. "I mean, I can see where it could be national in a few years."

"I guess," Laurie agreed, "and the money would help us expand our programs and facilities here. In fact, it is because of that money being available that we were able to establish start putting together a franchise team. This would consist of a group of women with various skill levels that would train and guide the new franchise members through their start up and establish a follow-up procedure to insure their compliance with the terms of the franchise agreement."

"This is all so surprising and wonderful, but I don't understand how it relates to our situation tonight." I replied. 

"Samantha, we're mentioning this because we want you on our franchise team and before you say anything, let me mention that it is a full time paid position with benefits and perks. You would have to do some traveling if that would be a problem but I know you'd be a definite asset to the group."

I sat there, unable to speak. Full time. Paid. Perks. Could all this be true?

"Give it some thought, Samantha, and take the information home with you to study. Then let us know if you'll accept our offer or not. Oh, and by the way, our newest location is Las Vegas,Nevada."

"Oh my god," I screamed. "Are you kidding me?"

"No honey, we aren't kidding you. Just think about it for a day or two and let us know."

I was stunned beyond words. Heather and Beth were sitting there grinning like a cat that just ate all the mice and Wendy and Laurie were just gushing with joy at my reaction. What reason could there possibly be not to accept. I'd still be working out of our operation so I wouldn't have to relocate, I could tell the old bitch at the office to kiss my ass, and...oh...damn. Brandi...Danni...I'd made them promises. I always keep my promises.

"When would this be effective?" I asked. "I've made some promises to Brandi and Danni."

"You'll have plenty of time to honor your promises, Samantha and we have flexibility in our schedules so if anything like that comes up, we'll find a way to work around it."

"Oh my god," I repeated, still stunned. 

"One other thing," Beth said. "Even though you will have new responsibilities, the girls you've been working with, along with myself, have requested that you take charge of the new candidate programs including the recovery efforts. It would be primarily an oversight position and it wouldn't take a lot of your time but we really do hope you'll agree. You are a delight to work with and have so many wonderful ideas. Please think about it, Sam. We love you and want to keep working with you."

I turned to Wendy and Laurie. "Would I have the time to do that?" I wondered.

"Absolutely," Laurie agreed. "We are in complete agreement with their request and we hope you will be too."

"Oh my god," I replied. "I think I've died and gone to heaven."

They all laughed and gathered around me to congratulate me with embraces, kisses, and more than just a little amorous play. By the time we had settled down, my nipples were rock hard and my pussy was pulsing so hard I just knew I had something easing its way down my thighs. 

"I think this calls for a glass of wine," Wendy announced as she went to open the concealed bar. 

While the wine was of excellent quality, it packed significantly more punch than I was used to. Either that, or I was already high on excitement, or a combination of all of the above, but I got a bit more light headed than I enjoy so I stopped at two glasses. It occurred to me that perhaps the wine had something added to it but then I remembered that I'd seen Wendy break the seal before she opened it.

When she came over to sit next to me, placing her wine glass on the table next to the couch, Beth and Heather got up. I knew where this was headed and I'd been thinking of nothing else all day long. My pussy was wet and waiting.

"I'm so happy for you, Samantha," she said, placing her hand on my thigh. I put my wine glass down, knowing I'd need both hands free. "I'm sure we'll make an excellent team."

"Me too," I replied, sliding down a bit on the couch to pull my skirt up higher on my thighs. 

She moved upward a little and hesitated, looking down at the soft flesh she'd exposed when she moved my skirt even higher. I could tell she was holding back but I didn't want her to. I reached over and fondled her breast, unencumbered by a bra. She moaned and moved her hand up and down my thigh, going a bit higher each time. "It's been a long time, Samantha," she muttered.

"Too long, Wendy," I agreed. I'd been thinking about this moment since I got up that morning, and my libido was so high that it would take little to make me come and the heat of her hand approaching my sex was going to drive me crazy. "Wait a second," I mumbled and pulled away from her groping hand to get off the couch, 

I stripped off my skirt and slid off my pullover. Her hands were shaking as she watched, then she fumbled with the buttons of her shirt and raised up to pull her skirt up to her waist. I then turned and got back on the couch with my right knee on the couch and my left foot on the floor. She wasted no time, reaching over to cup my sex in her hand, the heat from her palm like a blast furnace to my needy pussy. 

I bent to kiss her and reached down to fondle her now naked breast and squeeze her nipple. She groaned and opened her lips to me. A second later, I felt her fingertip moving over my wet labia without moving into it and I wanted to scream. Over and over she caressed without penetrating. Didn't she know how badly I wanted to come? I had her breast in my hand, her nipple between my thumb and forefinger when she slipped the finger into me. I squeezed hard and she gasped,then pushed it in further. 

"Oh god yes, Wendy," I mumbled, mangling her breast as she pulled it out and shoved it in deeper. She pulled it all the way out and twisted a little bit on the couch for a better position, then she came back with her hand turned. Now it was her thumb that was in me and when she pulled it back, then went back in, her finger found my anus. Oh my god, I was going to pass out if she didn't hurry. Instead however, she stopped completely.

"Come with me," she said, getting off the couch and yanking me to my feet. "I have to have more than that." Literally dragging me behind her, she went to her desk, sweeping everything to the floor as soon as she got there. 

Heather lay on the day bed naked, on her back with her knees drawn upward, Beth's face was buried in her pussy, while Laurie sat on Heather's face. Beth had to stop every so often to take a breath and Heather was gasping for air while she moaned over and over. As we passed the day bed, Laurie said, "Oh yes, baby, right there. Oh my god honey, you know just where I need it. I'm so close...so fucking close."

Wendy lifted me to the top of her desk and spread me wide as she bent in to suck on my pussy, drawing out my already swollen clit. Her thumb returned to my pussy and two of her fingers drove deep into my ass. I was wet and ready and she was not going to go slow and sweet. She sucked hard and drove her fingers and thumb into me deeper, harder and faster. When I came, she never even slowed down. When I once again got close, she waited until just the right moment to bite down on my clit and yank it to one side. I didn't come, I screamed, I yelled, I nearly cried from the strength of that orgasm and it seemed to go on and on. 

She pulled her fingers and thumb out and let me breathe, but while I was doing that, she was busy and the next thing I knew, I was flipped over, face down on the desk, with my legs hanging over the edge and one hell of large dildo was being pushed into my ass. No preparation, no warm up, no nothing, just a couple of quick pushes and she was driving into me. There was some pain and a lot of discomfort but I didn't care. It was exactly what I needed at that moment and she gave it to me in spades. Hard, fast, and deep while I yelled, cursed, groaned and begged, holding on to the sides of the desk with both hands to keep from being driven off. I came hard when she pushed a thumb into my pussy and rammed it deep. 

I don't remember screaming, but I must have nearly passed out because the next memory I have is of floating on a wooden raft in a cloud of euphoria. Someone was kissing me and stroking my body and I just lay there, humming a constant stream of moans while my angel brought me down. 

She lifted me up and held me to her while she kissed me with all the passion a woman can have. My world was still a world in motion, but slowly, it began to steady itself and the pictures on the wall stopped going by my eyes like a slide show. We were both covered in sweat and cum ran down my thighs like the Mississippi River. My pussy and my ass were both twitching and throbbing with life and I would swear that dildo was still deep in my bowels. 

I don't usually take that long to come down, but I don't usually come that hard either. Wendy left for a few minutes and I took that time to study the scene over on the day bed. Heather was straddling Beth's body, driving a large dildo into her with hard, rapid strokes while Laurie was behind Heather, driving into her ass with another one. 




New Horizons Ch. 13



When Wendy returned, I tried to grab her but she smiled and shook her head. "I'll wait till you get your strength back honey."

She lifted me from the desk and steered me over to the long, cushioned bench along the wall. She reached under it and suddenly it slid out and the back dropped, making a queen sized bed that was at least ten feet in length. She pushed me back onto it and lay down next to me. 

"I'm not that tired," I told her, wanting to give her the kind of satisfaction she had just give me. 

"I am," she replied, and giggled. 

It didn't take me long though, to have her moaning and thrusting her hips into the air, looking for someone to fill her pussy. I crawled down between her legs and lifted her hips into the air before diving into her pussy with lips and tongue. She cried out and pushed into my face over and over again until I didn't have the strength to hold her any more. When she dropped to the bed, I drove two fingers into her hard and deep until she came. Dropping down to straddle her leg, I began humping into her. My clit was so sensitive I shot off the face of the earth too fast but I didn't want to leave her wanting so I kept going until we both came again. I had to rest my body but it didn't stop me from slipping my fingers into her again while I licked and sucked her pussy until she came. I wanted to keep going but she held up her hand. "Enough," she gasped. "Enough."

I picked up the harness and the dildo as we staggered toward the voices coming from the shower. 

Heather and Beth were bathing Laurie, if you want to call it that, with a pair of large sponges, scouring her nipples and pussy with great vigor as Laurie fought off her orgasm, wanting it to be a good one.  The dildos they had been using lay on a towel, freshly cleaned, and ready for more play time. 

I grabbed a harness and slipped into it as Wendy began working on Beth with another sponge. Slipping in behind Wendy, I waited until Laurie cried out and leaned into the wall before moving in close and thrusting my hips forward. She gasped and bent forward, allowing the dildo to slip into her pussy. I pushed hard and she bent over even more, groaning as I began long, deep strokes into her. Heather turned around and began mauling Wendy's breasts while Wendy just fought to keep from falling forward from the pounding I was giving her. When she came, I slowed my strokes for a few minutes, then pulled out and pushed it immediately into her ass. She yelped and cried out, but pushed into it. I wasn't extremely aggressive, but neither was I gentle and the longer I fucked her, the harder and faster I fucked her until she came and almost fell. Heather and I lowered her to the floor, next to Laurie, who was sucking on Beth's pussy as Beth straddled her face. 

Heather and I dropped to the floor in a good old fashioned sixty-nine and ate each other into one orgasm after another until we just couldn't maintain the energy to continue. 

When we came out of the showers, freshly scrubbed and toweled dry, I realized that we had been there for over three hours. Everyone was exhausted and I was no exception. 

From out of nowhere, Heather appeared, carrying an armload of soft white robes, remarking that the room was quite cool on our nude bodies. Until she said that, I hadn't noticed, but the warmth the robe provided felt very good. Of course, we were still moist and that would make the room feel cooler. I didn't care because my clit was so sensitive and my anus was so tender that it felt good when I sat back down after putting it on. No matter who did what, I was done for the evening. 

As soon as I'd sat down, Laurie handed me a glass of wine as she sat down beside me to rest and recover. She reached over to tenderly stroke my face and chest as we gazed into each other's eyes. "As much as I'd love to make love to you some more, I just don't have the strength to do it."

"And I couldn't handle it, Laurie." I admitted. 

"Are you sure you're ready for this new adventure?" she asked, obviously trying to change the subject. 

"Not right this minute," I replied, giggling. "I can't even walk. Some representative I'd make for the organization. I can see the photo now on the recruiting poster. 'Join our group and you too can look like this."

"You aren't complaining are you?" she asked. 

"Lord no," I replied. "Just begging for some time and energy."

"Can we make it official then?" Wendy asked. "Will you accept the job?"

"I think so, but you haven't told me about the pay or anything and I have to give notice where I'm at." As soon as I said it, I knew I'd give them nothing by way of notice, I just would never return from my forced vacation. 

Beth had moved over to sit on the other side of Laurie. "You've got two weeks off," she reminded me. "Take a week to get your schedules reworked, spend some time with Laurie and Wendy to learn more of what they want from you..."

"I thought that was what I've been doing for the last three hours." I joked. 

"Sweetheart, your training is just beginning," Laurie replied. "I haven't even begun."

I moaned and buried my face in my hands. "Wait. I may want to re-think my decison."

"I promise to be gentle," she replied. "Frequent, but gentle...well, most of the time anyway."

"I'll have to withdraw from the chapter," I stated. "There is no way I can remain active in that and to tell you the truth, I'll miss them terribly."

"I know you will," Laurie replied, "but you can visit when you have the time and I'll make sure you get time to do that once in a while."

"I'd like that," I replied. "They have been so sweet and Justine and I have an ongoing challenge."

"She speaks about that often," Wendy replied. "She's working on some special projects for us right now so I see her at least twice a week."

"I'm jealous," I stated. 

"You don't have to worry, Samantha. I'm no match for her and neither Laurie or I have much time right now to get into this type of session. We made a special exception to speak with you and present our offer. It just made sense to renew some memories."


I suddenly dropped my head to my hands and groaned. 

"Are you all right?" Laurie asked, putting her hand way too high on my thigh. 

"I won't be if you start moving that hand in the wrong direction," I advised.  

She laughed and moved it down to my knee.

"So what was that groan all about?" she asked. 

"I just remembered that Danni's orientation is tomorrow night and I promised to be there."

"I thought you knew," she said. "Danni has the flu so we'll have to reschedule her orientation, but I'll make sure to keep you posted when they reschedule."

"Thank God," I said. 

"You know," Beth added, "You're going to have to be a mite more cautious with your promises now, Samantha. You won't live long if you don't."

"I had that problem for a while," Heather stated. "Wendy saved my ass when she saw how run down I was getting. She told some of the people that I'd taken ill and she took my place."

"I remember that," Wendy agreed. "It damned near killed me as well."

"All we are really saying, Samantha," Wendy said," is that the new position comes with new privileges, new opportunities and new adventures, but it also comes with some hazards. You are going to be meeting some of the most beautiful women in the world in Vegas. Your temptation is going to be to bed each and every one of them, one by one and you can't let that goal even creep into your mind. It can, and will kill you or leave you an empty shell of a woman."

"I'm already with some of the most beautiful women in the world," I replied, "but I know what you're saying. I hadn't even thought of that problem and it could indeed be a problem. I'm weak and I know now that I'm a lot weaker than I thought. The experience with Brandi proved that to me. I simply could not tell her no. I mean I can justify it by saying I was saving a candidate, but we all know it wouldn't have mattered. I just had to have that virgin ass."

"Just learn to hesitate and ask yourself if you're making wise choices, Samantha, and you'll be fine," Laurie announced. 

"So when do I meet the other members of the team?" I asked.

"My original intent was for them to be here tonight but they decided to stay behind and get the offices finished as well as be the first ones to check out the new pool."

"Oh," I replied. "I wish it would have worked out but I guess it had to be that way."

"The team leader came back on a later flight though, and she called to say she would be here in an hour or less if her baggage showed up. She's quite anxious to talk to you." 

Could that be the reason for the robes? Perhaps for whatever reason, she was not the type to enjoy the group sex the way we did. Either that or she was easily embarrassed or something of the sort.

Heather told us that there was some fruit and cheese in the smaller office so we adjourned to get some nourishment into our battered bodies. We were still there when I heard voices in the outer corridor and Laurie smiled. "Ah, there's our team leader now. She made good time."

I turned to see what this person looked like and nearly lost my knees. There was a bar stool nearby and I grabbed it quickly to hold to until I got control. 

"Samantha, I believe you know this lady," Laurie said, as she walked over toward me. 

I stammered something but I don't remember what as Camille Foster came over to me and drew me into a warm and very sensual embrace to kiss me tenderly over and over again. 

To say I was stunned would be an understatement. Camille Foster was my original supervisor when I started with the company and I had absolutely adored her and frequently fantasized about being with her. In fact, I was extremely upset when they promoted her out of our department but of course, there was little I could do about it. She had cut her long black hair and now wore it back over her ears, then down in the back.. Her dark eyes still amazed me, like pools of liquid ebony. She was wearing a loose cashmere sweater over dark velvet slacks and she looked wonderful. 

We just stood, holding to each other and the tears that slid down my cheek were tears of pure joy. I'd never known where she went or why, only that she left for the weekend and never came back to work there. It was a tremendous loss for the company.

"I can't believe this," I finally managed to stammer. "I mean when...oh god, Camille."

She held me tighter and kissed my cheek. "I couldn't say anything before," she said, "for many reasons. If the company saw us together they would have assumed that you were a lesbian and they were bound and determined to get all of us out of there. One day I was the answer to their prayers and the next day they acted like I didn't exist because someone from upstairs remembered seeing me dancing with another woman and kissing her a little to intimately."

"We asked, but no one wanted to talk to us." I advised her.

"I know, honey, I know. I wanted to call you and a couple others but I was afraid that it would make things uncomfortable for you so I kept my mouth shut."

"I assume that you were the one who nominated Danni and myself for "Totally Woman,"

"I guess there's no point in denying it is there?" she replied, laughing. "I was at your orientation, by the way and I almost cried when I saw you naked, knowing that at one time I might have been lying with you but I was afraid to try. The two women I was with got the worse of it because I took out all my frustrations on them." 

"Are you going to Danni's?" I wondered. 

"Of course, and I hear you are taking part in a very unusual way. I'm not surprised though, Samantha, and I think it's sweet of you to offer to do that for her."

"So how long have you been a member and why haven't I run into to before?" I asked.

"I've been a member for a long time, at least two years before I quit that dump. When Laurie found out I was looking for a job, she called me up here and persuaded me to join the management team."

"I'm very familiar with their type of persuasion," I replied. 

"Aren't they special?" she asked. "They don't look like they are the hyper-sexed women they really are do they? Every time we've had a meeting I've gone home and soaked my ass in the tub to cool it off. They both love doing anal and they don't mean to be so aggressive but they just get carried away."

"Let's just say we've been here four hours already and I wish I had some Tender-X with me."

"Have you accepted their offer, Samantha?"

"I couldn't refuse. I'm out of work, oversexed, and tired of the office. It's a dream job with excellent pay and benefits, and I agreed even before I knew I'd be working for you."

"Not for me, Samantha, with me" she corrected. "I may be the leader but we are a team in every sense of the word."

"I like the sound of that," I replied. 

Laurie motioned for us to join the others so we stepped over to where they stood with fresh glasses of wine. "Let's toast the success of the new franchise team," she suggested. 

An hour later, as I stood talking to Beth about one of the new procedures, Camille came over to get me. "Can I steal her away from you?" she asked Beth. 

"Of course," Beth agreed. "I'll talk to you later, Samantha," 

"What's up?" I asked as Beth went to stand with the others. 

"We have some catching up to do," she replied, winking at me. "That is if you have no objections. I happen to know where there is a huge Jacuzzi with no one in it, bottles of lotions and tubes of Tender-X, some excellent vintage wine, fragrant candles and soft music to relax by."

I smiled at her, knowing full well what she was suggesting. "Does there happen to be a nice soft bed there?" I asked. 

"Nice, soft and king sized," she replied, "and I have tomorrow off so what do you say?"

"It sounds wonderful," I replied, "but I know what you and I both want and I just can't any more today. I'm sorry, but for the first time in a long, long time, I've got to pass for tonight."

"I can wait," she suggested. "I can wait if you can. The Jacuzzi and everything else are still in the offer and maybe even some tender loving care if you want."

I groaned, only because I knew my ability to say no amounted to little if anything at all. "It sounds delightful, Camille, do you want me to follow you home?"

"Just give me a few minutes and you can take me home. I didn't drive over here."

"I can't wait," I replied. 

We tried to act casual and under control as we strolled out of the building but once we got to my car, she threw me up against the SUV and began kissing me like we'd been lovers forever. We were both panting and wanting when we finally broke away from each other to get into the car. 

I made sure that I drove safely as we headed for her home in a very upscale part of town but it was very difficult because her hands were all over me. It's a wonder we didn't get arrested because by the time we'd gone six or seven blocks, my blouse was open and I was being mauled, molded and mangled. I didn't get much further when she had her hand under my skirt. I told her no, simply because I was too irritated already. 

"You're not playing fair," she said. 

"Yes I am," I replied. "I was hoping you'd understand that I'm too tender and worn out tonight. I'm not the one that was almost out of control on the way over here. I love what you were doing, but I can't...not tonight."

"I can satisfy you without touching your clit," she offered, trying to get me to approve of further exploration."

"Honey, I know you can and I trust you but I'm exhausted and tender everywhere. My ass, my clit, my pussy, my everywhere. If you want, I'll drop you off at the house and we can make arrangements for tomorrow or another time."

She acted like a little girl who wasn't getting her way for a few seconds. "No, that's not what I want, Samantha but I'll wait till tomorrow. I promise to keep my hands to myself tonight at least in that way, but tomorrow, I can't promise anything."

"I'm sorry I'm not giving in to you, Camille and to tell you the truth, I normally would but I've been letting myself get run down and it's starting to show. I really am exhausted."

We pulled directly into her garage and as soon as I got out of the car, our lips were locked and our tongues were dancing over one another's. I almost surrendered and I did finally allow her to strip off my blouse and bra so she could suck on my nipples. I finally had to push her away or there would be no stopping. I felt so guilty but for once in my life, I wanted to prove to myself that I did have the ability to control my urges. 

Once inside, she led me to the bathroom where I stripped as she ran the water, Then she stripped and for the first time, I had the chance to see how well she took care of herself. I stared at her 38C breasts with hard tasty nipples and not a hint of sag. She'd had either a chemical peel or Lazer hair removal because there was no hint of hair anywhere. When I turned her around to study her ass, I instantly wanted my tongue in her but I fought the desire that was building in me and let her go. We got into the tub and turned on the jets, laying back to let the water take us away. It didn't last though because we couldn't keep our hands to ourselves. It was all sweet and tender though, just stroking over each other, caressing whatever we could reach without either of us going for orgasms. When we finally got out of the tub, we toweled each other off and she applied lotion and Tender-X with such gentle hands I never once felt any discomfort, not even when she pressed into my anus with the cooling cream.

While I was brushing out my hair, she turned the bed down, lit the candles and turned on the music, soft and sensuous. When we climbed into the bed, we cuddled into each other and lay there talking until sleep took me away from her.



New Horizons Ch. 14



I awoke to the feel of fingers roaming over my body, caressing every part of me. Fighting the level of arousal she was awakening in me, I kept my eyes closed. At least I did until she slipped her fingertip through my slit. The gasp that came from deep within was loud and followed by a deep moan.

"Good morning," she whispered as she lowered her lips to mine. "Did you sleep well?"

:"Like a babe in its mother's arms," I replied. 

She smiled and kissed me so sweetly it was amazing. I noticed a faint fragrance in the air, almost floral but not quite. "What are you wearing," I asked. "I love it."

"I'm not wearing it honey, it's the edible lotion I've been applying to you."

"Edible?" I asked.

"Of course," she replied. "I love the feel of your skin and the way the lotion makes you so soft and smooth, but I also want to be able to lick those beautiful breasts, and suck and nibble on those luscious looking nipples that look like they are pointing to me."

"How long do I have to wait before you fulfill that promise?" I asked. 

She shrugged her shoulders in reply. "Yesterday, you were subjected to fast, hard driving sex that left you spent, tender and unable to continue so I just decided to give you a special treat. Slow, tender, long lasting, and very satisfying sex while I get to know every single part of you, inside and out. Every time you remember this day, I want that beautiful smile to light up the room with sweet memories of deep satisfaction and tender, gentle love."

"That sounds almost too good to be true," I replied, even as my body began to warm to her touch and desire began to burn deep inside me. 

"I'm not saying I won't be more aggressive later, but I want to explore you, feel you, taste you, slowly, savoring every drop of you and remembering the sounds of every orgasm."

"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" I asked. "Just thinking about it has me so aroused I can't stand it. I really can't remember the last time anyone made love to me like that."

"Can you be patient enough, hold out long enough for that?" she asked. "Can you stand it if I keep you waiting for an orgasm until you want to scream?"

"I have a feeling I'll have to," I replied. "If it gets to be too much can I count on you to tie me down to keep me from ripping your flesh off with my fingernails?"

"I can do that if that's what you want," she promised. 

'I don't mind," I replied, "and it may be what you need to do if you plan on delaying my orgasms that long."

"We'll just have to wait to see if that's what it takes," she replied, "but I don't think we need that just yet."

She began to caress my face and run her finger through my hair and it wasn't until then that I noticed how incredibly long her fingers were. Long, slender and smooth. I couldn't hold back a sigh of satisfaction at her gentle caresses and I just floated in pleasure and then she kissed me, so sweet and tender, soft lips against mine, just the tip of her tongue sliding over my lips, softly probing into them, lifting my upper lip with it to move over my teeth.

I raised my hands to take her face in them, pulling her into my lips, lips that hungered for the kind of love she was giving me. Our soft moans into each other's lips began to increase in volume and intensity as her tongue moved deeper into my mouth to slide over mine, wrapping the tip of her tongue over mine to suck on it, milking it with her lips. I can't explain what it was doing to me, but I just wanted to slide right into her, let her devour me completely.  

Taking my breasts in her hands, she softly and tenderly molded them over and over, lifting them at the same time. With a slight turn of her hand, she took my nipples between thumb and forefinger but unlike most of the women I'd been with, she just rolled them without the usual pinching or squeezing. Back and forth, she rolled them, pulling slightly on them each time until they began to throb with need. 

She kissed one while still toying with the other, then licked slowly and lightly around the globe and over the tender flesh underneath. Not missing a single spot, she laved her tongue slowly around and around, and then moved to surround my nipple with her tongue before she moved over to the other breast. It just felt so beautiful, I never wanted her to stop and when I tried to play, she pushed my hand away. 

She then slipped her lips over my nipple and slowly opened her mouth wider and wider until she had as much of my breast in her mouth as possible. At that point, she began sucking, drawing it into her mouth, while her tongue slid back and forth over the nipple. She'd release my breast, and then repeat it all over again and again, while her fingers continued toying with my other nipple. Then she began taking less of the breast into her mouth each time until she just had the nipple and a little bit of breast which she began sucking on harder and harder as she continued sliding her tongue over the tip of my nipple. 

She switched breasts then and began working on the other while her finger began twisting the nipple she had just left while she pulled on it and pinched. My nipple felt as long as my thumb by that time and every touch was building heat in my body that was spreading faster and faster.  It wasn't until she began chewing on my nipple that I began to really melt inside. She would suck it hard, then chew on it, let it go and lick it and repeat the whole process over and over, first one breast and then the other. 

It wasn't long before I was whimpering as she worked her way back and forth from nipple to nipple Forcing her tongue into my nipple then, she moved it back and forth over both nipples, then sucked them both hard, one after the other. 

I heard myself using words I normally reserve for the last seconds before an orgasm and indeed, I was within seconds of my first orgasm when she stopped and bent to kiss each nipple before leaving me with tingling nipples and nothing to show for it. 

Her tender caresses soon began moving down over my body, down my legs and over my feet and ankles before moving back upwards again toward the part of me that now tingled with anticipation. She did the other leg the same way, moving slowly over my thighs. 

"Don't tease," I begged. "Oh god, don't tease me this way."  

"We have all day to play,:" she reminded me. ""You'll get your orgasms in time, sweetheart and they'll be worth waiting for, I promise

"Oh god, Camille, you're going to make me crazy. I want you so badly."

"I know, baby, and you'll have me...all of me, but all in good time. I want you to remember this day forever."

When she began working her lotion covered fingers into my labia, I was ready to throw her to the floor and take her fast and hard. I wanted to come, I needed to come, my body said it was ready, but she wasn't, not nearly as it turned out.

She rolled me over then and began at my shoulders again, working lotion into my upper body with her fingertips just grazing over the sides of my breasts, occasionally touching my nipples ever so slightly. I wanted her to hurry by that time but she took her time traveling over my back and down over the cheeks of my ass and on down my legs to work lotion into my feet and angles before moving back up, totally ignoring the parts that were screaming for her attention. 

"If you don't hurry, you'd better plan on using those restraints," I warned. "I can't promise anything now. One touch to the wrong spot is going to send me off and you know it."

"Not yet, baby," she replied. "It's not time for an orgasm yet."

"My body thinks it is," I replied. 

She left me lying there while she went to a closet to get a long tubular bar of some kind which she placed at the head of the bed, securing my wrists to the loops on the bar and spreading them wide apart. She placed pillows under me then, just ahead of my hips before securing my ankles to another bar at the foot of the bed and spreading them as wide as she could without causing me pain. 

"I love this arrangement," she explained, "because I can roll you over without releasing the restraints or even put you on your side if I wish. The loops can be moved together and swiveled or spread apart." 

When I felt her fingers begin to work into the cheeks of my ass, my body shivered with desire. She moved down over my legs again and so forth, avoiding my now throbbing pussy altogether. 

Her fingers slid maddeningly through my crease, with fingertips rimming my anus in a slow circular pattern, and down over my perineum, avoiding the first touch I waited for, that release my body was crying out for. She repeated that motion at least a dozen times, with each series of strokes moving me closer to begging. 

Finally, she moved back through my crease again and without any pretense, she pushed her lubed finger tip into me, sliding it in so slowly I could feel every inch of penetration, every move my body made to accept it. She began slow strokes then, going deeper and deeper, but not any faster. After a few strokes, she curled them inside of me, moving them around to touch new tissue with every motion before straightening them again to go back to the familiar in and out. Just as I began to feel my body begin to tense and the heat began to become intense, she stopped and withdrew them altogether. It was enough to make me insane. I wanted to come so bad that I felt tears start to form at the corners of my eyes. Still, I refused to beg her though I wanted to. 

She pulled her fingers out of my ass and a few seconds later, she pushed them back in but now she pushed fingers into my pussy and slowly began moving in and out of both my ass and my pussy. I could feel her fingers touching inside of me part of the time, as she turned them inside of me both front and back. Her hands were constantly twisting with every stroke and I was ready but I feared that if I said anything, she would stop and not allow me to come.

As it turned out, I surprised her because my orgasm didn't announce itself as it always has. I felt it building, of course, but it hit me so fast and so hard that she didn't have the opportunity to prevent it. When it hit, she acted as though she were upset by it because she pounded into me at both openings, keeping the orgasm hard and long lasting until she finally stopped and let me calm.

"Since you enjoyed sneaking that one in," she said, after waiting for me to calm down again, "I have to make the next one harder and make you beg for it. I promise you won't sneak another one past me." 

A few minutes later, she showed me a dildo of about an inch and a quarter or inch and a half diameter. "I believe this one will do nicely." She said. I stared at it, trying to estimate its length, which had to be at least nine inches or longer with ridges the full length. My one concern was the diameter of the head, although it was shaped in such a way as to help ease it through my sphincter.. 

"I don't know." I replied. "The head is a little bit large for anal, Camille and I don't know if I'm ready for much of anything in there yet. 

"Let me see if I have something that might be more to your liking," She left me lying there while she went to fumble through a box or a drawer or something. Eventually, she came back with a vibrator of about the same length, but the head was more conical which would ease it in better. 

I watched as she applied lube to the head and down the shaft, then tried to relax when she moved down to apply still more lube to my anus and the area around it. I felt some tenderness there from the day before, but felt that once it was in, I'd be all right. 

I felt her pressing it against my rim and with a little more pressure, it popped through with a good deal more pain than I'd anticipated. I cried out and felt the tears form in my eyes but I knew that now that it was in me, I would enjoy the experience. 


She held it there for a few seconds to allow my anus to adjust. Then she began twisting it, screwing it into my ass, going deeper and deeper and when I said it was deep enough, she went still deeper until it was all the way in me. She pulled it back and added more lube before she once again began screwing it into me until it was all the way in.

She was slow and gentle when the strokes began, using the twisting motion on each stroke which made the feeling more intense. She was so gentle that I didn't experience any pain or discomfort at all, only the pleasure I get from good anal. When I felt the warmth begin to build in my spine, I knew it wouldn't be long before I could have my orgasm unless she saw it coming. Needless to say, she stopped way too soon. She pushed the dildo back into my pussy then and just left it there to press against the one in my ass. Then she began again. Three times she brought me to the brink; three times she pulled it half way out and stopped. The first time I begged. The second time I pleaded, the third time I cursed her and accused her of being sadistic. Finally, after all that, she gave me some hope that I was going to get the orgasm I'd been wanting, but then she surprised me again. . 

She moved my feet and hands to the center of the bed, and removed the pillows before turning me onto my back, keeping the dildo buried in my ass. As soon as my back hit the sheets, I knew how much I needed an orgasm by the copious amount of fluids that had already soaked the bed. My legs were spread again as were my hands and the pillow was placed back under my hips, thrusting my pussy upwards. 

Pulling the dildo out, she began sliding her tongue up and down my inner thighs, getting closer and closer to a pussy that was oozing fluids of excitement and anticipation. Using her thumbs, she spread my labia wide, opening me up welcome her tongue. At first, she just kissed around the pink lined lips, but then her tongue slid slowly up my slit and began to move into me. In and out, in and out she went, going a bit deeper with each push of her tongue. 

I was whimpering like an injured animal by that time. She was going so slow, even though I tried to thrust my pussy into her face. I moaned and groaned and cursed her over and over again, desperate for release. She had a long tongue and she knew exactly how to use it. When she laved it over my swollen clit, my orgasm began to build. 

I felt the heat building in my groin, spreading up into my stomach and then my spine. I knew from the intense heat and the stress on my body that it was going to be a good orgasm if she ever allowed it to happen. Every time she moved her face, her chin hit the base of the dildo in my ass, making my rectum tighten around the anal invader which caused spasm after spasm of pleasure to move through my rectum..

She slowly added a finger, then two to the mix, pushing them in deep, then pulling them back out only to push them back in. I was fighting the restraints uselessly but desperately by that time. When I come hard, my body wants to curl up into a ball and it was trying desperately to do it but the restraints wouldn't allow it. I fought to break free, fought so hard my arms ached and my ankles felt like they were about to rip off, but I couldn't achieve my fetal curl.

"Oh fuck," I yelled. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Oh god, don't stop now, Camille, I beg you, don't stop now." 

For a minute, I thought she was going to, but she just changed position to be able to ram into me harder and bite my clit at the same time. It was too late to stop now. My body had begun to implode, sucking my anus inward, clamping down on the dildo while my pussy muscles held her fingers in a vice-like grip. I fought for each breath, but then I stopped breathing and just let my body disintegrate. My thigh muscles were clenching in spasms so strong they hurt and my stomach muscles felt like they were rolling up inside of me as convulsive spasms swept over them again and again. I have no idea whether I screamed or not, and I didn't care. I only know that even when my muscle spasms began to ease, they jerked hard enough to make me grunt and groan.

Even as I calmed, she once again pushed the dildo into my pussy to being long, slow strokes. It was just enough to keep the orgasm going and just when I thought it was over, she began deep strokes, going a little faster, until my body shuddered in another lesser orgasm, then another and yet another until I couldn't take it any more. 

"Stop," I yelled. "Enough. Oh god, I can't take any more, Camille. Please stop,"

She finally stopped but left the dildo in my pussy while she pulled the vibrator from my ass and went to clean it up. All the time she was gone, my rectum and anus throbbed from the abuse they'd taken, and after what they had been through the night before, I wasn't surprised that the feeling I was getting was less pleasure than pain.

Once I started breathing somewhat normally again, I forced my mind to shut down and managed to sleep. 

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the lack of restraints and the feeling of a cool cloth bathing my face and neck. 

When she realized that I was watching her, she bent to kiss me. "Did I wear you out yet?"

"No," I replied, "you just twisted me so tight I couldn't breathe so I decided not to."

"Ah, baby, I'm sorry,"

"I'm not," I replied. "I enjoyed it. After yesterday, it was so loving, so gentle, just plain sweet and wonderful. It was the kind of sex I seldom get."

"I know," she replied. "That's why it was exactly what I wanted to give you. The hard and fast stuff has its place, but sometimes you just want a slow build-up to a huge orgasm and not many women understand that."

"I know." I replied, "but right now I need to use the bathroom."

She laughed and reached out to lift me from the bed and lead me to the bathroom. While I emptied my bladder, she started the shower running. She knew exactly how hot to get the water to make me feel fresh and clean, then she got in with me and tenderly bathed me. Needless to say, I didn't get out of there without a couple of orgasms but then I managed to give her a few as well before she got out of the shower. She bent in to suck on my nipples but eventually she wrapped me in a fluffy bath sheet and patted me dry before handing me the towel and allowing me the same pleasure. .

"Let's get something to drink," she said, leading me into the kitchen, where she took too bottles of water from the fridge to pour over lemon wedges in a tall glass. 

"Thanks, I really needed that. I think you got every drop of fluid that was in my body."

"I lapped up as much as I could," she advised me, "and I enjoyed every drop of it. You are a very tasty young lady."  

"I'm surprised you got enough to taste," I replied. "I think I soaked your bed all the way through the mattress." 

"Just the washable stuff," she said. "Take some time to enjoy your drink while I change the linens."

I watched as she stripped the bed and replaced the linens. The sweet sway of her beautiful ass had me licking my lips 

It was more than I could stand so I went into the bathroom to get the toys we had been using and waited until she turned away again before I slipped in and threw her face down onto the bed. She playfully tried to twist away from me but I was quicker than she, dropping down to hold her hips in place while I grabbed at her sex. A few strokes of my fingers over her and she settled down to a steady mewling sound. 

I pushed her further up onto the bed and turned her so I could get between her legs. The pillows were on the floor so I grabbed two of them and slipped them under her hips which raised her high enough for me to have better access to everything I'd been thinking about. 

For the next ten minutes, I kissed and licked everything other than her sex. She loved it when I moved my tongue over her anus and whimpered when I pulled her cheeks wider to probe into it with the tip of my tongue. When I allowed my tongue to stray down over her perineum and brush over her labia, she groaned and when I pushed through to get some of the sweet juices she was offering me, she moaned loudly and began pushing back into my face.  Spreading her labia wide, I began slowly licking her from bottom to top, avoiding the clit for the most part. I wanted to save that for later. 




New Horizons Ch. 14



I used the tip of my tongue to probe into that special place that only a woman would appreciate, right at the bottom of her slit. Holding her wide open, I jabbed at her over and over again which had her ass bouncing off the pillows. When I finally moved up to her clit, I slipped a finger tip into her to keep working on that same spot, slowly and gently. 

Remembering that we were being gentle to each other, I laved my tongue over her clit several times, then flattened it out more and pressed against it harder. She was going to come real fast if I wasn't careful and I didn't intend to let her come any sooner than I had and I wanted it to be every bit as hard as the ones she gave me. 

When she showed signs of building to one, I backed off and concentrated on other parts of her body while she complained that I was being mean. She was right, but then, it was nothing compared to the way she had taken me to the edge so often and left me there. 

When she continued fighting for a quick orgasm, I leaned over her and whispered to her. "Do I need to put you in the restraints?"  

"Ummmm, I think you'd better sweetheart because otherwise I think you're going to be ripped to shreds."

It didn't take me long to figure out how they worked and in no time at all, I had her secured, still face down, with her legs spread out as wide as the bar would allow. When I returned to again lick at her, she tried twisting away from me but she knew she couldn't so I didn't worry about it. 

It was time to start making her beg. I began working my tongue back and forth over her perineum without making contact with either her anus or her pussy. When she complained, I continued, but I slipped a finger tip just inside her without making any attempt to move it. She was able to get enough movement though to get her going so I pulled it out and let her complain. Then I took the vibrator and turned it on low, moving it back and forth over her perineum while my tongue began moving over the tender flesh of her thighs just below the heat of her core. 

"Oh damn you, Samantha, you're going to make me hate you."

"I know the feeling, Camille. Now it's your turn."

When she began cursing me for making her beg, I moved the tip of the vibrator up to slide it back and forth over her anus while I spread her cheeks with my fingers. 

"Oh fuck, honey. Put it in, please put it in. Put something in for god's sake."

I really made her beg when I pushed the tip into her just enough to open up her anus and turned it on, then pulled it back out when she tried to force her ass up into it. Moving down, I started licking into her slit while I opened her up with my fingertips. Sliding my tongue up and down first one side of her labia, then down the other, over and over again made her threaten to torture me if I didn't hurry but I knew she wouldn't.

Finally, I hardened my tongue and began thrusting into her as deep as I could get while my fingertips moved over the soft flesh of the inner lips. I continued until she was showing signs of trying to come quickly and then I stopped that and waited for a few seconds while I made a big show of sucking on my fingertips. When I knew she had lost the edge, I slipped a fingertip into her anus and began moving it in and out slowly, so slowly that she was whimpering. 

I let her build for a while, then pulled it out and waited again. "Oh god Samantha, please," she begged. "Just a little one, that's all I need."

"No way, sweetheart. I'm going to make you come even harder than you made me come so you might as well just take a deep breath because when you do, you're going to scream as loud as you've ever screamed but I promise I won't let you pass out on me...maybe."

Sliding the tip of the dildo into her wet pussy just about an inch or two, I held it there, knowing that she could feel the pressure against her walls, but not giving her the satisfaction of moving it deeper just yet. 

"Doesn't that feel good?" I asked. "Can you imagine how good that would feel if I were to move it into you...like this?" Pushing it in about an inch, I once again held it there. "How about if I just twisted it a little, like this?"

"Oh shit, don't do this to me, Samantha. I'm begging you, please."

"Oh honey, I'm sorry, but you see, I decided to make slow, beautiful love to you. You'll get your orgasm soon and I promise it will be good too, maybe even two or three or more if you can be patient enough."

Pushing it in about half way or more, I left it there, knowing that she was able to move it around in her with her body movements and the use of her muscles inside, but I also knew she wasn't going to get an orgasm that way if I had anything to say about it.

I went back to licking her anus again and probing into it with my tongue while she fought to make the dildo do what she wanted it to do. I wanted to go ahead and make her come but I fought that urge. 

"Are you getting close?" I asked, as I allowed my finger tip to enter her. 

"No," she replied, but her voice was quavering and I knew she was trying to hide just how close she was getting. I kept probing at her, occasionally tapping on the dildo which got a loud moan each time until I felt her body quiver and was pretty sure she'd been doing a pretty good job of building into her release. 

"I just can't trust you to be patient can I?" I asked, as I pulled the dildo out.

"NO! She literally screamed at me. "Of fuck! Oh my god, why did you do that?"

"You know why I did that, sneaky woman. It won't be long now, honey, but let's get you a bit more warmed up first." I sucked on the dildo and pushed the head of it into her ass just inside the sphincter. "Now let's see if I can make you really, really beg me." 

I began slowly screwing it into her, not unlike she had done to me, slowly enough to keep her from getting what she wanted, but enough to make her want it even more. When it was all the way in, I began tapping on it to make the head move inside of her enough to get her close before I stopped. 

"Damn it, Sam, stop it. Let me come, I'm begging you." To make it a bit worse, I'd turn it and tap it, turn it and tap it but then I stopped when I could feel her start to tighten down on it. 

I left it in her and picked up the vibrator then. I know I could have made her wait longer but I didn't have the heart to do it. She was ready and I knew just what I wanted to do. I began licking and sucking at her clit while reaching up to tap the dildo once in a while. When I could feel the tension building, I sucked her clit into my mouth and bit down on it. When she cried out, I pulled it as far as I could, waited for her to stop cursing, then held the tip of the vibrator against the base of her clit and turned it on high. 

She shrieked so loudly I thought I'd hurt her but I reached up and began pumping the dildo in and out of her ass while still holding the vibrator against her with my other hand. Then I learned something about Camille. When she comes hard, she squirts and I was rewarded with a facial bathing of come that almost made me let go of her clit; almost but not quite. Taking the vibrator away from her clit, I sucked and milked it while I pushed two fingers into her and pumped deep but slowly, keeping the orgasm alive and well. Her thigh muscles were jerking so hard they made my head bounce and she had my fingers clamped inside her pussy so tight I'd probably not be able to pull them out if I wanted to. 

I finally allowed her to calm but kept the motion of my fingers slowly moving in and out of her as she did so. When she was breathing better, I pushed the vibrator into her and turned it on, moving it in and out very slowly which gave her a few more orgasms less powerful than the first. 

After a few minutes, I pulled the vibrator out and licked away the fluids that still coated her pussy walls and thighs. 

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" I asked. 

She just shook her head from side to side. Holding my hand against her back to check for any more stressful spasms, I waited a few minutes before starting to screw the dildo into her ass again, with long, deep strokes until she was driving her ass into it. With a dozen hard, fast strokes, she came again, and as I continued, she came again until she begged me to stop. 

I pulled it out and took the toys into the bath room to clean them while she rested. When I came back, I took the pillows from under her and turned her over, spreading her legs once more. I crawled on top of her and smiled down at her until she finally smiled back and then I moved my body into her and began humping into her, pussy to pussy, grinding into her slowly at first, but faster and harder as I got closer and closer until we came nearly in unison and I slowed my motion to a beautifully satisfying warm glow that led to yet another orgasm for us both. 

Exhausted from the effort, I dropped down to lie next to her, holding on to her until she begged for me to release the restraints. I quickly set her free, then once again went back to hold her as we kissed and caressed each other.

For what seemed like hours, we lay together, talking, touching, fondling, caressing and just enjoying the feel of each other's bodies. 

Finally admitting that we had to take a break, we went to get cleaned up again before going to the kitchen to get something to drink and have some sandwiches. We both had our robes on but that did little to reduce the needs we still had. 

I made her laugh when I pointed out that we had missed breakfast and it was already near three in the afternoon. We had been making love for almost six hours, she told me. It hadn't felt like that at all, but there was no denying the clock on the wall. 

I wanted her and she wanted me but she had a meeting first thing in the morning and I had work to do to get things ready for Vegas. Still, she went to her toy box to get her double ended dildo and we spent another hour making love to each other with a dildo in our ass and the dildo in our pussies working against each other until we were just too wiped out to continue. We showered, stripped the bed again and left the mattress to air out. She said she'd sleep in the guest room so it had plenty of time and she'd spray it with a deodorizer before making it in the morning. 

I didn't want to leave and she didn't want me to but we both knew that this was just the first time for us. There would be ample opportunity in our travels over the next few weeks to expand our experiences and possibly share them with others. I thought about that all the way home and as I drifted off to sleep with my head on the paperwork I was supposed to be working on.  



New Horizons Ch. 15



To my fans and readers, I thank you for your tolerance and patience. You asked for more sex and more action. Well, here it is. I hope you like it. There are two more chapters to this epic and they will both feature action, sex, stress and orgasms galore. Thanks again.

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After spending the day with Camille, I had to force myself to face the world again, though not because I was worn out. Her gentle love making had made me once again realize that there were some women, some very special women, who were much more to me that just lovers.

For now, though, I had to focus my energies on the new programs and procedures manuals that I would take to Las Vegas with me. The other members of the team had to have time to review them and make their suggestions for changes if they had any before they were instituted and of course, Laurie and Wendy and their group had to give the final approval. 

I worked my ass off for three days, reworking, rewording, revising and editing but in the end, I felt that I had everything pretty well spelled out and I had a good feeling about a fast approval from everyone involved. I drove over to the office the following morning to drop off the copies for everyone and see if there were any changes I should know about. 

Karen, who I learned would be my new liaison at the office, told me that there was a message for me on my voice mail. She gave me the number to dial and told me that the office next to hers was being used by my team at least for the time being.

It was a nice place to work but nothing fancy. A nice computer, several chairs and a couch, a large desk with good lighting and a pair of two drawer lateral file cabinets. I dropped down into the comfortable chair and dialed the number, punching in my ID code that Karen had given me. 

Wendy's distinctive voice made me smile. "Hi, Samantha," she said. "I just tried to call you at home but I guess you were out. Anyway, you said you were coming in today so I'll try to catch you. Give me a call if you come in. I'll be in all day although part of the time I'll be in meetings. If I'm not at my desk, ask Karen to give me a page."

When I called her, I thought I'd missed her but just as I was ready to give Karen the message, she picked it up. "I was just going to call you but then Karen told me you'd just come in. Do you have to be anywhere important?"

"Not really," I replied. "I just brought in the drafts of the new programs and procedures so everyone can review them but I didn't have any plans other than that. What's up?"

"I thought perhaps that you might like to meet one of the women from Vegas. I have a meeting in Laurie's office but If you hurry, you can get here before I leave."

When I got to her office, she was standing by her desk, watching something on a small television. She put her finger to her lips and motioned for me to come over there. "She's in the other room," she whispered. "I told her she could use my shower."

I looked down at the television and felt my body quiver. "Oh my god, Wendy, she is so precious. Look at that body." 

The woman on the screen was petite to the point of being almost tiny. Her breasts were small, perfectly round, with dark, berry brown nipples. She was clean shaven with a beautiful, thin slit that seemed to invite my tongue to play. When she turned away for a minute, I drooled at the sight of her perfectly shaped ass with cheeks so tight that her crease was open, revealing just a tiny bit of pink above her hidden anus. 

"Her name is Jan Roper. She's 22, even though she looks like she's 18 or less."

"Oh my god," I repeated, "that would be like making love to a child. I don't know that I could past that vision."

"You'd find a way," she replied. "Let's step out into the hall a minute."

I stepped into the hall, grateful that I had worn a skirt, because what was going through my mind had already soaked through my panties. 

"I don't think I've ever wanted someone so desperately in my life," I observed.

"She has done nothing but talk about you all day long, Samantha. I have never known anyone like this woman before. She almost vibrates at the very mention of your name."

"I think you're exaggerating," I said.

"I wanted to tell you that I did something I shouldn't have," she replied. "I let her have access to your file. She spent hours looking at the orientation photos and the videos of our fist meeting."

"Oh well, I guess it's all right. Don't get upset about it. I'm almost afraid to ask if she's available or not."

"Karen went for her like a bird dog in heat but she got nowhere. I asked the woman she's traveling with and she told me that she doesn't sleep around a lot but there doesn't seem to be anyone special in her life. By the way, I think Karen hates you now."

I laughed and promised to have a talk with her. 

"One more thing," she said. "I promised that I would introduce her to you. If I may, I would suggest that you go very slow and gentle because of her size."

"Well, there is no guarantee that we'll wind up together but thanks for the suggestion."

She grinned and almost laughed. "I'll guarantee it,"she said, "and it won't take long either. I'm not kidding, Samantha, she really has the hots for you." 

"Don't you have somewhere else to be?" I replied, laughing. 

"As a matter of fact, I'm late for the meeting in Laurie's office."

"Be careful, Wendy. Don't scare away our Las Vegas team yet."

"Oh hush," she replied, as she headed down the hall. 

I went back into the office to stare at this lovely creature who was now brushing her long auburn hair back over her shoulders to hang down to the top of her ass. When she reached back, it just pushed those hard nipples out more to tease my mind. The next thing I had to figure was how to explain that Wendy had left. She threw on a white robe and headed for the door so I quickly looked down, scanning some notes that Wendy had on her desk. 

"Samantha?" she asked, standing in the middle of the office. "I thought Wendy..I mean...she."

"She had to get to her meeting, Jan. Hi. I..." I never got the rest of my greeting out of my mouth before she was in my arms and I was stumbling backward from the force of her body against mine. 

"I've been waiting all morning to meet you," she squealed. "Oh my god, Samantha, I can't believe I finally get to meet you." 

"I just thought I'd wait her for you," I replied. "Wendy left the television on for me so I could watch you." 

"I know, I told her to," she replied. "I've been in there masturbating to the idea that you would be watching me, seeing me naked."

"Oh...I mean I didn't realize."

"I'm sorry I'm being so forward, Samantha. I'm not usually like this but I can't wait to be with you. I've heard so much about you; about how you seduced those women into coming back to try again, and the way you seduced that girl during orientation. I've been asking everyone about you; how you tasted; how you make love; what you like; what turns you on; everything. I wanted to know you before I let you make love to me so I knew what to expect."

"Oh my god," I stammered. "I didn't know I was so famous."

"You're almost a legend in our group," she stated. All the time she was talking to me, her fingers were working on the button at the top of my skirt so it was no surprise when it fell to the floor. "I know you love anal, that you like using toys, especially double dildos, that you have a strong, hard tongue that works magic, that your fingers have a touch that finds all the special spots at just the right times, and I know you want me as bad as I want you because your panties are soaked."

I chuckled and stood still as she stripped away the admittedly soaking wet panties. Before they even hit my ankles, her small hand had palmed my sex and the heel of her hand was pressed into my wet vulva. As short as she was, it was no problem at all for her to squat down and push her tongue into my slit. I whimpered at the shock of her aggression and the strength of her tongue. 

As she licked at me, I kicked away the panties and stripped off my shirt. As usual, I wore no bra. Now naked, I spread my feet some to let her have more access but after a few more licks, she stood up. 

She took my hand to lead me into the play room where she closed the door behind us. I don't know if she realized then that everyone in the building might be watching us on closed circuit television from the hidden cameras all around the room. At the very least, I was hoping that Wendy had the foresight to turn them on and set the recorders. 

When she turned around, she had her arms open for me. Her passion was so contagious that our lips became pools of fire with our tongues trying to put it out. Our bodies melted into each other so completely that I felt as if she had put a spell on me, turning my body into soft rubber to be manipulated at her touch. 

This tiny little creature, whose tongue was buried in my throat while mine was probing into hers, had taken my mind away and all I could do was give back as much as I could. We were whimpering and mewling into each other's mouths and then I felt her hand on my sex again. She was quick, focused and talented. 

"Slow down," I mumbled.. 

"Huh-uh," she mumbled. "Later. Right now, I want you so bad I could scream."

The next thing I knew, she had me backed up to a couch and just that quick, I was on my back, my hips on the arm of the couch with my legs hanging down. It was the perfect position for her next action. In the blink of an eye, she threw my legs up and over me while she was diving down on me, her head between my thighs, her tongue slashing at me, while her fingers spread me open. I pulled my knees to me and spread them as wide as I could but it was all I could do just to breathe between the gasp, cries, curses and groans. She was like an animal. 

I found myself being sucked, licked and chewed so hard that I was being driven back on the couch but she simply followed me until she had me up against the opposite arm, unable to move further. Her tongue was like a snake, hitting every spot in my sensitive tunnel. When her tongue tired, she simply began sucking and kissing every inch of flesh she could reach. Spreading me wide, she sucked on the walls hard enough that when she stopped, a strange tingling sensation seemed to move deeper into me, ending somewhere near my spine. 

Her attack on my clit was almost beyond description. Instead of sucking it into her mouth and pulling it from me, she took little sucking nips at it, biting it and chewing on it until I was ready to scream. Then she would stop and flick her tongue over the swollen tip until it was nearly painful before once again sucking at it. 

She took me higher and higher, and just as I was ready to tumble over the edge, she took me still higher until I could hardly stand it. My spine felt like it was in a tight spiral but each time I thought I couldn't go any higher, she would do something like force her tongue into my anus or suck on the tender flesh around it, then bite it...anything to continue the climb.

I couldn't stand it any more. I could feel the fire consuming me from the inside, and when I closed my eyes, I could almost see the flames that were dancing over me. I was actually crying from the stress on my body and when I finally hit the peak and flew skyward, I screamed as loud as I've ever screamed. I don't often come so hard that it hurts but this one did. It hurt like hell for a few seconds as my body disintegrated into tiny pieces of flesh. I rolled away from her and fell to the floor, drawing myself into a knot that I couldn't seem to tie tight enough. I had muscle spasms that were on top of muscle spasms, so convulsive that my legs were cramping. In short, it was absolutely the hardest orgasm I'd ever had. Fighting to survive, I desperately sucked air into my lungs, fighting the inclination to let the blackness take me. I couldn't move, couldn't talk, couldn't do anything. 

She knelt beside me, slowly moving her fingers in and out to help ease me through the stress that had control of my body and my mind. Convulsive spasms moved over me for what seemed to be hours, but I know were only minutes. Even after I calmed, my body would shudder and my pussy would pulse. My thighs, my pussy, the cheeks of my ass, all were coated with my fluids which still seeped from within me. 

After a few minutes of soft, tender strokes and reassuring words, I sat up and wobbled to my feet to go into the bathroom. I had to smile when I looked in the mirror. I'd seen that 'just fucked out look' on other women but never on me. I started to bathe my face with cool water, but my hands shook so hard I kept dropping the cloth. A minute or two later, the door opened and she stepped over to take the cloth in her hands. 

"It's easier if we just take a cool shower," she stated. 

She turned the water on and adjusted the temperature, then guided me in, stepping in behind me as she slid the door shut. Picking up a bath sponge, she squirted bath gel into it. She worked it in her hands until it foamed with fragrant suds which she started working over me, reaching as high as she could. I kind of squatted down so she could bathe my back and shoulders, then waited while she worked her way around me to start on my chest and breasts. There was no stopping her once she got started on them and by the time she was done, my nipples throbbed with a sensitivity that was nearly painful beyond tolerance. 

She dropped the sponge and had me stand up while she took the telephone shower off the wall to rinse me off before locking her lips on one nipple to take me back up the slope again. I had to hold on to the wall to keep from falling as she started on the other one. My knees began to shake and my body began to hum that old familiar tune.

I nearly screamed when she picked up the sponge again and started working on my vulva. My clit was still so sensitive I tried to stop her but she just dropped the sponge and sucked my labia into her mouth to chew on them while her finger invaded my pussy again. I managed to get her to stop after my orgasm hit me because I was just too irritated to go on.

She turned me around and took the bath brush from the wall. It had a handle about six inches long that had a cone shaped end that flared out smoothly, then narrowed as it neared the actual brush. Without ceremony or preparation, she started working it into my anus. Her strokes were smooth and long but then she stopped and left it in me. She began to bathe me but every time she bumped it, I yelped until she finally pulled it out and while I was stilll bent over, she spread my cheeks and probed into my anus with her little tongue, jabbing at me like a finger until my legs began to quiver and I leaned against the wall until the spasms ended. . 

I leaned there for a while with my eyes closed, letting my body calm. Slipping down to the floor of the shower, I let the water beat over my face and head until I was somewhat back to normal. I found the bath sponge where she had dropped it and loaded it with more bath gel. She moaned and fought it when I pulled her down to my lap to start on those tasty nipples. I rubbed and scrubbed until they were red and swollen and at that point, I decided that I wanted them in my mouth. They were so irritated and sensitive that just sucking and nipping at them, one after the other, brought her near her peak and with just a few deep strokes of my fingers, she sailed over the top. With a loud moan, her body shuddered over and over until she leaned back into me with her arms over my shoulders until she calmed again.

When she spread her legs, I bathed her vigorously for a few minutes to get her clit aroused and irritated. Without even toweling off, I pulled her, water streaming from her body, into the other room, dragging her down to the couch where I lifted her legs over my shoulders and lowered my head to suck on that sweet pussy. It was so small that I could surround it with my mouth and suck her tissue into my mouth while my tongue roamed freely over the tender flesh inside her pussy. 

I was determined to give her the kind of orgasm she's given me but she was just as determined that she was going to have her orgasm whenever she was ready. I had to hold her hands to keep her from digging into her pussy or rubbing her clit. I finally had to give up because she was just so damned active that I couldn't hold her down. Still, when she came, her body was rolled up into itself, wrapped around my head, with her fingers ripping my hair out and her heels dug into my ass. We lay together, panting, wrapped in each other's bodies until we could breathe again. 

I led her over to the bed, with her body still moist, in order to slow her down enough to rest before we went on. Jan discovered the remote for the monitor and with just a little bit of exploration, found the way to turn it on. At first, there was nothing but a blank screen, but then I suggested that she try other channels. We found Laurie and Jill asleep with their bodies twisted together. For a few seconds, we thought that was the only thing we would get other than the corporate info channels but then we hit pay dirt. 

Wendy and Karen were on a couch, in a hot sixty-nine and close to a fiery climax. Their screams and cries were obvious indicators that neither of them was going to stop until there was nothing left to give. Jan was the first to see that the monitor was on and changing from camera to camera in the room where we were. I knew that they had been watching us the whole time and most likely had been unable to just watch. 

On one of the padded tables I know all too well, we could see a strap on and an assortment of toys. It appeared that they hadn't been used so we left the monitor on so that we could watch them ream each other out of their minds. 

"Neither of them will be able to walk by the time they're done," Jan remarked. I knew that was an absolute fact. I rolled her over to me and took her in my arms to kiss her and stroke her smooth body. 

"Are you always that aggressive?" I asked.

She giggled before she replied. "Sometimes. Wendy has kept me so aroused with her stories of how you seduced Allysa and how you used your skills to seduce the other girls in to coming back. She told me that you were about the most beautiful and sexiest woman she'd ever been with and that's saying a lot coming from Wendy. She left the pictures and videos of you during your orientation and when they seduced you into joining their team and she kept touching me every time she came past. A little stroke over my ass when I walked by, a finger under my clothes and probing into me, pinching my nipples, or kneading my breasts, things like that. She got me bent over this morning and before I could straighten up, her finger was buried in my ass. By the time she called me, I was ready to throw you to the floor and rape you into insanity."

"You didn't miss by far," I replied. "That was the hardest, strongest and most stressful orgasm I've ever had."

"So you like Wendy's little surprise?" she asked. 

"Maybe. I still have to think about it." \ As we watched, they collapsed into each other's arms, their bodies wrapped like vines around each other. Almost as soon as they dropped to the bed, they were asleep. 

Now that I had the opportunity, I had her lie back and pull her legs up so I could really see tht tiny little pussy up close. I spread her open and caressed her clit and labia enough to make her quiver, then I rolled her over to explore her anus. There was a good reason for my curiosity. If I had used a dildo on her that was too large, I could have hurt her. She told me she had never had sex with a man because a man would never have the patience to open her up first. "Besides," she declared, "women are more gentle and understanding of what it takes to give me great orgasms."




New Horizons Ch. 15



For a while, we made love to each other slow and gentle, giving each other some of those small, rolling orgasms that just feel so wonderful that you don't want them to ever end. After spending time in sweet and memorable afterglow, she got off the bed to go over to where Wendy had stashed some toys. She pulled out a strap on which she threw to me, and another one for herself which looked almost like a sanitary belt for a young girl.

Since she knew what she could tolerate, I asked her to select some toys but I was somewhat amazed and impressed at how much she could accept. Some lube was placed under a pillow on one of the tables, and I gave her a choice of the other toys to use on me since there was nothing there that I couldn't handle. 

She chose a 10-1/2 inch dildo of about an inch and three-quarter,and a second one that was somewhat longer but a bit more slender for me. For herself, she chose one of about nine inches, but about 1-1/2 in diameter, and a smaller one, which I was hoping was for anal.. 

She asked me if I would go first and that was fine with me. Before I got on the table, I dropped the shelf down and adjusted it to allow her to easily access any part of me she wanted. To keep from sliding away from her, she secured me to the table with my feet in stirrups. With my ass right at the edge of the table, and my legs spread wide and high, my pussy was up front and center at the perfect height for maximum penetration. 

I knew, from the powerful assault on my pussy previously, and the look in her eyes, that I was about to get reamed with every bit as much force as any one had ever taken me, possibly as much as Wendy. For a small woman, she had tremendous strength and she had already informed me that she was looking forward to this moment. 

With little fanfare, she placed the head of that long tool against the lips of my pussy. I think I knew what was coming next since she had applied lube to the head. With one thrust of her hips, at least nine inches of that beast was buried in my pussy and the cry that came from my lips brought a smile of satisfaction. It was soon very apparent that Jan was every bit as much a threat as anyone I'd been with. Hard driving thrusts went deeper and deeper, until she was into my cervix. 

She never slowed, never eased up, never tired, as she pounded me over and over again, bringing me to the top and more until I screamed and begged her to stop. My body was totally involved in spasms and convulsive twists for what seemed to be forever. Even when she slowed and gently stroked into me to help me through it, the walls of my pussy were clenching down, trying to force that intruder away from their tender flesh.

She took the dildo off and started releasing me from the restraints to let me climb down and walk around to work off the stiffness. I helped her get situated on the table then, to the sounds of Wendy ploughing into Karen's pussy. I knew all too well the intensity of Wendy's actions and knew that Karen's battered pussy would soon get some relief but her anus was going to be throbbing for hours when Wendy was done. Then I remembered that Jan wasn't done with me yet. .

I looked to where Jan stood, watching Karen's pussy get reddened and swollen from the deep reaming she was getting. She came to me and helped me get the straps adjusted just right before attaching the dildo she chose The strap on I wore had an internal dildo of about six inches which she pushed into me and spent a lot of time adjusting it into my tender pussy. 

She came over and looked me right in the eyes. "Don't hold back, Samantha. I've been thinking about this for quite a while and I want you to take me hard and deep. If I can't take it, I'll let you know but don't baby me."

She crawled up on the table and pulled her knees to her. To make it easier on her, I pulled the arms out from the side of the table and put her feet in the stirrups before adjusting the arms to spread her wide without strain on her muscles. She moved to get a bit more comfortable and reached down to locate the hand grips. When she was in place, I moved her down just a bit and placed the head of the dildo against her. "I can't," I said, backing away. 

"Oh my god, Samantha, why not?" she asked. 

"Jan, your pussy is so tiny, I'm going to hurt you. I just can't do that."

"Don't do this," she begged. "I know what I can handle and there's lube on it already. I can take it, Samantha. You'll see." I moved back up to place the head against her. Her tiny labia barely moved away. Twisting the dildo to further lube the surface, I began working it into her a tiny bit at a time. When the head popped through, she grunted and whimpered but didn't protest any more as I worked it deeper and deeper into her tight pussy. I was amazed that she could take the entire dildo which was large enough to stretch me open. 

I watched her grasp hold of the hand grip as I pulled back and eased it in again and again. She was mewling with each stroke and only gasped softly when I pushed it in faster the first time. I set up a steady motion, not going deep every time, until she began moaning and asking for more. Withing a dozen strokes, I was going deep and fast, ramming into her vulva with each stroke. "Faster," she said, and I began battering her faster and harder. When I saw her back begin to arch, I slowed to prolong her journey. "You can't stop now," she pleaded. "Please, Samantha, you can't stop. Not now, oh god, not now." 

The strokes continued but not as fast or as hard until I saw her once again show signs of reaching for the peak. I waited for a half dozen strokes and then rammed it deep and pushed it in hard, holding it there while her body began convulsing. Then, with hard stroke after hard stroke, I drove it deep over and over while she twisted in orgasmic stress. I slowed when she had peaked but as she came down, I began longer strokes again. As soon as I saw her moving into them, I once again began going deep and when her body gave me the sign, I drove deep and hard again and again until she passed the peak. 

Pulling it from her, I bent to suck away the sweet fluids that coated her reddened pussy, licking at her labia to get it all. When she began to calm, I released the restraints and took her down from the table.

When she was walking around, I looked up at the monitor to see Karen's beet red anus wrapped around the dildo that was sticking out of her ass while Wendy was taking off her strap on. I knew that Karen was going to be lying there for a while to let her anus rest. If she got up too soon, she'd only make it worse. 

"Do you want to take a break?" I asked her. "You worked up a pretty good sweat there." 

"Just a few minutes," she replied. I need a drink and a bathroom break."

We took a bathroom break and bathed each other with cool cloths, then I sat down on a chaise and she came to climb into my lap, sitting sideways, with her arms around my neck and her sweet ass in my lap, a position that gave me ideas. 

"I know what you're thinking," she said, looking into my eyes. 

"Is it that obvious?" I asked. 

"I told you that I've been studying you all day. I know that way you think and what you want to do to me. It's all right, Samantha, it's what I want too."

"Are you sure?" I asked. 

She just smiled and went to get the seven inch dildo. "You'll have to stand up so I can attach it," she said. Once it was in place, she checked to be sure the dildo was in my pussy, then had me sit back down. She loaded the dildo with lots of lube and let me apply a lot to her anus and the tender tissues around it. Then she lowered herself onto it in the position she'd been in before. This position gives great penetration but it can be painful if abused do to the fact that the tissues of the rectum don't stretch as quickly. 

I let her set the pace and she rode it smoothly for awhile, then lifted herself off to turn to face me before lowering herself down onto it again. In this position, I could get my thumb or fingers into her pussy while she rode the dildo until she got close. When she started going faster, I began ramming into her with my hips, bouncing her up and down as fast as I could. When she began to groan and tense, I took her hips in my hands and jack hammered into her until she threw her arms around my neck and pushed into me. Her body jerked, then shuddered several times. She began to calm but every time I moved into her, she shuddered quickly and pushed into me. She sat there for a long time, then got up and turned to sit sideways on it again, looking for all the world like a child in my arms. After a few minutes, she once again began shifting her hips to move it around in her and I began thrusting into her. This time she turned away from me so she could really ride the toy. After a few minutes of that, I put her up on all fours and took her from the back, my hands forcing her hips into me and my body nearly lifting her off the chaise. She finally motioned that she'd had enough so I eased the dildo off the harness and left it in her before lowering her back to my lap again. She fell asleep there and I didn't have the heart to move her so I worked the back of the chaise up some and laid back myself.

I heard my phone ringing in the office when I awoke but it didn't register that it was mine. By the time I'd become aware of it, the ringing had stopped and the voice mail had picked up the call. I held her to me and began kissing her head and caressing her. She wakened with a smile and moved against me. 

"I liked that," she said. "I've never done it that way before." 

"It can be painful if we aren't careful," I replied. "That's why most lovers, male or female don't do it."

She stood as stretched, thrusting her hard nipples into the air and making me hungry for them. "Come here," I said, sitting up. She stepped over to me and watched as I pulled her close to kiss them one at a time. When I took one breast in my hand, it was very firm and warm and her nipple had already swollen to the size of a large berry. She tasted so sweet and delicious that I devoured both nipples for nearly a quarter hour before moving down to lick and suck at the tender flesh under each breast. 

She finally moved away from me and grinned as she walked over to step into her strap-on and adjust it. I got up and started to climb up on the table but she stopped me. "I think I can be more effective if we do it my way."

She pulled the seat cushions from the couch and threw them onto the floor. "On your knees," she ordered. Pillows were placed in front of them and she pushed my head down onto my arms. 

I watched as the attached the dildo and silently prayed that she wasn't going to tear me up too much. The way she had driven into me still had my pussy tingling. She put some lube on my anus and got behind me. Taking hold of my hips, she pushed the head against my anus, I forced myself to relax, repeating to myself, "it will only hurt for a minute, it will only hurt for a minute. There was some pressure, to be sure, but she didn't force it and with just some minor pain, it slid into me. I waited for her to ram it deep but instead, I felt it begin to move and she slid it in so slow and gently that I felt every inch of it's movement into my bowels until she was pressed against my cheeks.

For a second or two, she held it there while she shifted her weight and then she took several short strokes and pulled it back to once again slide it into me slowly. Several times she did that and it felt so wonderful. So far I hadn't gotten any of the burning sensation that Wendy and Laurie usually give me so I began to relax and enjoy it. She set up a pattern of long, deep strokes that simply stretched me out inside and allowed the dildo to move smoothly. After a few minutes, she began to gain speed without really changing the stroke depth. She was magnificent. She seemed to sense my need and varied her speed and stroke but didn't batter my ass. When my orgasm began, it was just a slight quiver inside of me somewhere that grew and grew and grew until I felt the muscles in my back begin to draw inward and my stomach muscles began to pulse. I groaned loudly and told her I was coming. She slowed some but I felt her tighten her hold on my hips and she began faster deeper strokes. I knew it was going to be a good one. It began to tear at me, screwing my body tighter and tighter, and then it almost drove me to the floor. It was all I could do to keep her in me as she slowly milked every last shuddering spasm from me. She leaned over my back with the dildo firmly planted in my ass and began a slow, bumping motion. For a while, it just felt so good I never wanted her to stop, but then my rectum began to pulse and tighten. She began moving deeper and faster and my body began to burn. The flames moved up through my bowels and into my gut and I started to come apart at the seams. Oh god, it was going to be another hard one. Oh fuck yes, this was going to turn me inside out. She began hammering into me at that point and I could feel it thundering through my body like a freight train. 

When my legs began to spasm and my gut began to twist, I groaned loud and long. I could feel it coming; felt my body tense; felt the knot begin to tighten. "Oh fuck yes, Jan, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Oh my god yes, yes, yes, yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.!!!

She drove deep into my rectum with a half dozen strokes that tested the limits of my flesh, then left it there on the final stroke as my anus drew inward and my body imploded. 

The dildo slipped out when I rolled onto my side with my knees pulled into me but she quickly detached it and pushed it back in...all the way in, and left it there, slowly moving it around and in and out to allow my tissue to slowly recover. 

I didn't want it to end. It was such a beautiful, powerful orgasm and I didn't want it to stop. Even when I had trouble breathing, I fought to keep it going. Even as she slowly withdrew the dildo, I tried to make it stay, make the orgasm keep going. God, it felt so good. 

There was no need to talk, no need to do anything so she lay down beside me and we cuddled for what seemed to be forever, occasionally sharing some kisses, touching, stroking, caressing. The afterglow was nearly as beautiful as the orgasm. 

We finally got up and went to take a shower since it was getting late. Laurie and Jill stopped in to check on us as we were dressing, telling Jan to come downstairs whenever she was ready. 

They were waiting in the lobby when we got there and I pulled Jan to me to kiss her and hold her. "I hope we get to spend more time together," I said. "I really don't even want to say good night."

She looked up into my eyes then. "You don't?"

"No," I replied.

She grinned and turned to where Laurie and Jill were talking. "Jill, can you stand being alone this evening? I'm spending the night with Samantha if that's all right."

Jill smiled and came over to kiss us both. "Try to get some sleep you two. Samantha, you have to have her back to Windward by 8 so we can pack and get to the airport."

"I'll do better than that" I replied. "I'll take you to the airport myself. I've got a big SUV that will do the job just right."

Jill looked at Laurie and Laurie came over to me. "You be sure you're here by seven-thirty." she said.

I agreed and she leaned over to whisper to me. "It might be a good idea to call about six-thirty to make sure we get up. It's going to be a long, long night." I laughed and nodded in agreement. Jill pulled Jan to one side to whisper to her and share some laughter and Laurie took out her cell phone. 

"Wendy, are you in bed? No? Are you naked? Good, stay that way. We'll be there in a few minutes."



New Horizons Ch. 16



This part of Samantha's story only has a couple more chapters to go. "New Horizon's Las Vegas" is in the works but not for a while. thanks to all my loyal readers. You're the best. 

It had been difficult to say good bye to the petite bundle of sexual energy known as Jan, but she assured me in our final moments together that she was going to make my arrival in Las Vegas a special event.

Now it was time to concentrate on the situation at hand. I had less than a week to go before our first training session in Las Vegas. Two highly sexual events were to take place in that week on top of all the meetings and hour of preparation necessary for the successful launch of Totally Woman Las Vegas, and we were determined that it would go so smoothly that other locations would be lining up for franchise approval. Already, Laurie and Wendy had made several trips to mysterious locations to meet with interested groups.

The next event, and a very important one indeed, would be Danni's orientation. It was important in that it represented a new level of success in recovering members that had rejected our offers. At the same time, no matter how hard I tried to just relax and accept whatever it was that Beth had planned for me, there was a level of concern that kept waking me in the middle of the night for some reason. I knew that she would never allow anything harmful or extremely painful to happen, yet the feeling of foreboding persisted.

I'd made several attempts to contact Beth, Jillian or Heather, but they were successfully avoiding me and when I tried to get information from Laurie or Wendy, they simply said that it had nothing to do with them, which I knew was just a way to blow me off. 

The day before the orientation, I received a call from Beth, but when I answered, she simply said to check my email frequently for more information, and she was gone. 

I started checking it about every fifteen minutes and about an hour later I received an unsigned email in which I was advised to be at the orientation a half hour early. I was also reminded that as a member of the ceremony group, I would be required to be nude for the entire ceremony. Her last words were the ones I heard the loudest. "Due to some changes in the format, and the apparatus being used, the ceremony is expected to last longer than normal. Changes? What kind of changes? Apparatus???? Oh wait now! 

A little later on, there was a second email which was on a standard memo form, again unsigned. It simply announced that "Due to an unusually high level of interest in tomorrow's orientation, the location has been changed." The next line gave the location and directions but on my copy, it was blacked out and typed in below it were the words, "see special instructions to follow."

Minutes later, another message was received. "Dear Samantha, due to logistics problems and other considerations, I have arranged for you to be picked up at your home at five-thirty tomorrow evening. Please be ready to go at that time. You will be returned to your home at the conclusion of that activities. It was signed by someone named Collette, who I'd never heard of. 

What logistical problems could there possibly be? I was getting more and more confused and concerned. At some point later, Beth sent me an email which helped explain things, but by that point my paranoia had reached fever pitch. 

"Samantha," it said. "I know that by this time, you are wondering what is going on and why the secrecy. As a member of the management team, you know how important secrecy is in making the ceremonies as meaningful and memorable as possible. As with all orientation, the host chapter was randomly selected and it is they who choose whether to follow the standard format or apply for permission to vary in any way from that format. When you requested permission to monitor Danni's orientation, it was they who had to accept or reject your request. 

On presentation of your request, they rejected the request as presented. The catching point was your presence in a not-participatory roll. The would, however, enthusiastically approve, with one provision. They requested the right to modify the ceremony, subject to approval, to more deeply involve you in the actual ceremony. The committee took their plan under advisement and approved the request as long as it was presented in its final form and approved by the committee five days prior to the ceremony. 

To ensure its prompt approval and expedite the approval process, two advisors from the committee were recruited to follow the process through step by step. The end result is a completely revised ceremony for this specific occasion. A lot of planning and preparation went into the ceremony, Samantha. To show Danni your level of commitment to her safety and well being, you will be intimately involved in portions of her orientation and induction. At the end of her ceremony, there will be a second ceremony which will be conducted by a separate group. This ceremony will be in honor of your promotion, and to induct you into the management family of Totally Woman. During this ceremony, certain basic apparatus will be used, which has been approved by the ceremonial steering committee. 

So relax and stop worrying your pretty face into those ugly frown lines. Just go along with everything, enjoy the evening, and know that I am jealous of you. I wish it were me that was going to be there for Danni. We'll be there for you though."

I took two sleeping pills and went to bed. 

I awoke with a fuzzy mouth to find my bedding wrapped around me like a long lost lover. The shower felt wonderful so I stayed in until the hot water was completely gone. An hour later, my hair was brushed out, smooth and soft, and I sat naked on the couch, with my coffee and a bagel. The thought of food did nothing for me but I knew I'd need to eat something. 

I paced the floor all day long, getting nothing accomplished at all, just working off nervous energy that threatened to get me committed. At four, I threw on a skirt and pullover since I I knew they would be coming off in a short time anyway. A pair of loafers that I could kick off easily was all I added and I was ready.

At exactly five-thirty, a car came to get me, driven by the same girl that had picked me up for my orientation. "Hi there," she said, brightly. "Isn't it exciting? I mean it's going to be something brand new and all, and so many people are coming. It's like opening night at the theater."

"You only say that because you aren't the main course on the menu," I replied. 

"You'll have fun," she said. "You always have such a great time. I'm too shy to let anyone do anything like this to me."

"Anything like what?" I asked, hoping to learn something.

She giggled. "Beth told me that you would try to get me tell all, but I won't. It would ruin the surprises."

Surprises...plural. 

We drove to Windward and pulled up in front of the ball room, a massive room with crystal chandeliers, multi-levels with polished mahogany railing. When I exited the car, she gave me a kiss and hugged me. "You don't have to worry, Samantha. It's going to be a memorable evening. I'll be in the gallery with my chapter and if you want, we can talk on the way home."

"If I can talk at all," I replied, only half joking. 

I was met at the door and steered to a small room off the main ball room where I was told to strip. A member of the team would be by to get me in a few minutes. About ten minutes later, a woman of about 32 or 33 stepped into the room. She was already naked and looked good enough to...oh hell, like I didn't have more on my plate than I could handle already. 

She smiled and held out her arms for the traditional greeting. Her nipples were so hard, they were almost painful against mine. "We're glad you let us host this orientation session, Samantha. I hope we came up with something that you and Danni will remember for a long time as a very happy and satisfying event.."

She took my hands in hers and looked into my face. "I know you have some reservations and concerns about the use of apparatus," she said, "so let me explain a bit about it. First of all, nothing is changed in the portion of the program involving Danni that will involve any apparatus. The group that is doing your portion of the ceremony has received permission to use some basic apparatus only to position you in a better, more suitable way to enhance your enjoyment and pleasure. You don't have to worry about unusual stress or anything like that. In fact, we did a run-through using one of our members as your stand-in and she is more than willing to take your place tonight. 

Let me tell you what to expect. We'll start out the same as always, with the candidate being escorted in, stripped, fondled and aroused. At that point, I think you should let her know that you are in the room with her just so she knows for sure. She'll be placed on the bed and the usual processes will be gone through. I should have asked you before but the chapter members have chosen to allow you to do the anal penetration. 

"That's not necessary," I replied. "She just wanted me to be in the room with her, especially when we get to the anal part."

"I understand," she replied. "We decided it would be more meaningful and tolerated better if she knew that you were the one. Are you all right with that?"

"I guess," I replied. 

"Ok," she replied. "I just wanted to be on the same page with you. After she is penetrated and has a couple orgasms from that, we will be taking a break. At that point, the ceremony changes. The candidate will be taken to another area where she will be allowed to rest and given some water if she wants it. She will then be allowed to join the other spectators to observe the rest of the program with us. 

The ceremony team will then return to the ready room where a guide will meet you to escort you to another room where you will be prepared for your induction ceremony. During this time, the apparatus will be set up for the rest of the ceremony, which will take about ten minutes. During that time, you will remain nude. Before you leave the room, you will be blindfolded, then escorted out to the area. The team will place you and prepare you for the next step at that time. I promise that you will be experiencing some intensive, but satisfying sex, and your memories will be good ones." 

"I assume that I'm not to speak." I said. 

"I don't think that is essential during Danni's orientation, Samantha, but once you are blindfolded, you will be advised that you are not allowed to speak. After your ceremony, you will be taken to a reception area where you will meet the team that presented your induction."

When we went into the room, I stood behind the chapter as Danni was escorted into the room. I could see that she was clenching and unclenching her hands to relieve some of the stress but I'd been there and I knew that things change rapidly. When she was placed on the bed, I went over to crouch down next to her and place my hand over hers. 

"I'm right here," I whispered. I could literally see the stress go out of her body when I said that and she smiled. 

She did fine until the dildo head was placed against her. It was substantially larger than anything she'd had so I gripped her hand a little tighter. When it went in, she gave a sharp grunt and I could feel the muscles in her forearm tense hard. When the final thrust inward was made, she once again stifled a cry and tensed, but once the steady rhythm was established, she settled down in an almost constant moan until she came and when the second orgasm drew her body taut, she had difficulty in stifling a scream. She gasped and fought the restraints with each spasm until the calm began with slow, steady strokes that were about half the original depth. 

As her restraints were being removed. I bent to whisper to her. "I'm going do the rest of your orientation, Danni. I think you know what's going to happen but you know me and you know that I will be gentle and caring. Just relax and remember what I told you." She nodded as she was lifted to her feet to be guided to the table where I was to test her ability to stand the anal experience. All I could think about was the size of the dildo used in this activity. 

When she was properly situated, I slipped into the harness as the others went through the process of caressing her and making the initial inroads into her first penetration by the fingers of group members. She only jerked once when she yelped at the insertion of the second finger. I then massaged her back, leaning over to tell her to just relax and remember when to push. 

I moved in behind her and helped lube up the dildo while lube was applied to her anus and the surrounding tissues. Before I attempted the actual penetration, I poured lube into my hand and moved slowly over her crease and anus before moving into her to be sure that lube was inside as well. 

I laid the dildo against her crease and she remembered to take a deep breath and force herself to relax. When I began to press into her, everything was going fine, but when the head actually penetrated her sphincter, her face got a shocked look on it and her mouth flew open as though she was going to scream or something but only a slight whimper could be heard. With short, slow strokes, I opened her up and then began going deeper and deeper with each stroke until I was buried in her ass. I then moved to long slow strokes, going deep each time. Placing my hands on her cheeks, I spread her wide and used her body as I began thrusting faster and faster. I could feel her tighten her anus and thigh muscles as her orgasm moved closer and closer and there was no way to prevent the scream she gave when it hit. I kept up with the pace I was using and began to slow as she moved through a second orgasm and then I moved very slowly to ease her down. When she finally began breathing normally again, she was lifted from the table and instead of letting her clean herself, I went over to her and began bathing her battered ass and pussy. 

"You did fine," I whispered. "Now you get to watch what they do to me."

When the team headed for the room they were using, a young woman I didn't know came to escort me to a second room where I was give a white robe to wear. My thoughts at that moment were of being a sacrificial lamb. About ten or fifteen minutes later, I was blindfolded and led back into the room.

My robe was removed as someone announced that it was to symbolize the removal of my member status.

Several hands then led me over to walk up some steps onto a platform. The turned me then and had me step down onto a cool surface of some kind. 

"Water, purified by the sun, the earth, and the wind, one of nature's bountiful blessings, cleanse away all traces of sadness, sorrow, stress and pain and set your spirit free to learn, to experience, to live, love and laugh with friends and lovers, old and new." Someone said, as cool water was poured over me to run over my body and down my legs. 

"We cleanse away all unpleasant memories to make room for beautiful memories of things yet to be," They said and several hands began to bathe me with warm bath sponges and a scented gel of some kind. I was told to put my feet on some platforms that were about three inches higher and spaced so far apart that I was spread open. They then thoroughly scrubbed my nipples and clit enough to bring me close to tears. They then had me step down and spread my arms out as they poured cool water over me before being toweled dry, a processes that further irritated my already tender nipples and clit. They then had me step down and wait

I could hear the sound of metal on metal, and the whine of an electrical or hydraulic device. For quite some time, I was just kept there, standing idly as the adjustments were completed. Then I was led over to the apparatus. 

Several hands then guided me over to put me face up on a padded surface, similar to Wendy's tables. When they had me placed where they needed me, my hips were raised up , my wrists were restrained over my head and my knees were pulled up even with my chest, and restrained there with my ankles restrained high in the air. A soft whirring sound and my legs were spread wide...so wide as to put some strain on my groin, but then they were moved just enough closer to take the stress away. In case you haven't figured this out yet, it was the perfect position for frontal penetration of both pussy and ass, which just confirmed my original thoughts as to their intent. 

What happened next surprised me since I was expecting something anal. Several tongues began to lick at my breasts and sensitive nipples while other women kissed me and fondled me. My nipples were sucked on, licked over, tongued, and nipped at while I nearly screamed. At the same time, others began to lick, kiss and suck on my thighs and mons. Oh god, how I wanted to come. I tried to twist and turn my body into them in hopes of gaining release but they just continued in their efforts to drive me insane. I fought the restraints, bit my lip to keep from begging, everything I could think of to have an orgasm. I'd get so close and then something would happen to quench the fires, the flames that were eating me up from the inside. When someone slowly slid a finger into me, I felt my pussy clench and at it, and my pussy began to flutter. It was a sure sign of an impending orgasm but I couldn't do it. Oh my god, I needed to come.

I decided that I was trying too hard and tried to force myself to relax but even that didn't work and then they just stopped. Just like that, they STOPPED!!! At that point I wouldn't have stopped them from doing whatever they wanted to my ass or my pussy so long as I could have my orgasm. 

I felt something against my anus and welcomed it but it was just held there with the slightest bit of pressure against me. I could feel them twisting it back and forth while lube was drizzled down over me and the toy. Fingers grasped my cheeks and spread hard and wide as I felt the pressure begin to build. Good god, that thing was huge and round, not conical. I tried not to scream as I felt my sphincter fighting to keep it out. Two hands spanked me hard on both cheeks and I yelped , then cried out as the thing penetrated my ass. It felt as big as a baseball, but in reality, it was more likely the size of a golf ball or a ping pong ball. Still, it hurt and as it popped through, I realized that it was some kind of ball, perhaps like ben-wah balls or something, only larger than I'd ever seen or felt. 

Once it was in, I felt a tongue begin to glide over my already sensitized pussy lips several times before the tip of it was curled to move up and into me. I felt the first contact with my clit and jumped. Just a few more strokes, I thought, just a little more contact and I'd jump over the cliff.

There was more pressure at my anus and I knew another ball was going to be pushed in. Once again, I was spanked hard as it was forced through. It didn't hurt as much but damn, it still hurt, and now my cheeks were starting to burn.

Several fingers took hold of my labia and began to stretch me open wide, wider than I'd ever been spread before. Lips slid over my clit and sucked on it while the finger was once again slipped in, stroked a few times and pulled out. I was so close I felt my thigh muscles begin to quiver and my body felt like it was vibrating. Her tongue lapped at my clit and all around it, noisily slurping at it and I felt the fires of sexual release begin to build. Almost, almost, just a little bit more and...and she stopped. Just as I thought I was to be denied again, she pursed her lips and blew into my pussy like she was playing a trumpet or something. It was loud, and it was almost embarrassing but I shot over the top like a space shot. I screamed, I cried, I moaned, I groaned, I cursed, and I nearly passed out from the strain on my body. My back was arched high into the air, or at least as high as I could get it. My hands were clenched so hard my nails drew blood from my palms. 




New Horizons Ch. 16



I strained at the restraints so hard it hurt and still the spasms rumbled through my body, my stomach muscles jumping like an earthquake, my thighs almost cramping from the stress and then tender hands began to massage my body from shoulders to ankles. I could feel the end coming and at last I exhaled and slumped back onto the table. 

No, I didn't pass out, that would be too simple and too fast. A cool cloth was applied to my face and neck and the caressing fingers continued but just as I thought it was over, another ball was forced in, and another and another until I felt like I was bloated. My clit was sucked on and tugged at while my nipples were attacked with teeth and lips and now a dildo was added to my pussy, though not a huge one as it slid in and out slowly to prepare me for the next orgasm. It didn't take long since I never really completely came down from that first implosion. 

With several rapid strokes of the dildo, she blew against me again and one of the balls was pulled from my anus. My body went into full torque mode, trying to twist itself into a knot and at the same time, burst into flame. They held me down though and worked their fingers over me until it eased, and then the third ball was yanked out and my clit was bitten and yanked to send me over again and that one just didn't want to end. It rolled through me over and over again, as I grunted with each twist and groaned in between. I think I must have tensed, just knowing that there were still two balls in there. 

Now the finger had a friend join in and the began thrusting into my g-spot as first one ball, then the other popped through and I barely had the strength to come that time. When it was over, I just lay there, semi-conscious, sweat pouring from face and body, come running from my pussy like a small waterfall. If someone would have yelled FIRE right then, I'd have burned to death because I could never get off that table even if there were no restraints to hold me there. 

Towels were placed over me and cool water was poured slowly over my body. I shivered and shook from the shock of it but finally calmed and relaxed. My pussy was pulsing and my anus throbbed from the beating it took. My stomach and back still jerked as my body shuddered to small orgasmic spasms. 

I felt the restraints being released and the towels were removed. They dried me off and kissed me from toes to ears over and over again. Someone lifted me up and had me sit on the table to get my strength and orientation back again. Every move sent my head spinning. It was so strong a sensation that my fingers were dug into the table, afraid I would fall if they let go. 

Eventually, I stood and was helped out of the room. When my blindfold was removed, there was just one lovely young woman standing next to me. "Are you all right, Samantha?" she asked. 

I saw a couch nearby and dropped onto it, still unsure of my ability to stay upright. It wasn't the smartest thing I've ever done and my tender anus reminded me of that so quickly that I had to throw myself sideways to put the flames out.

Danni stepped into the room and knelt down to caress and kiss me over and over. "I'm jealous," she said, as she held me to her.

"You wouldn't be if your ass was as sore as mine and your pussy was throbbing."

"Want me to make it go away?" she asked. 

"Maybe later," I replied. She smiled and said she was going to go take a shower and play some more. There were definite advantages to using the Windward since there were rooms for the women to stay in if they wished. I knew Danni would be exhausted before that evening was over with.  

Several other women entered the room and I was lifted to my feet to get kissed and hugged, fondled, fingered, licked and sucked for several minutes. 

Then someone took me in their arms and I felt hot nipples pressing into my back. I tried to turn, but they held me close, rubbing into my ass. 

"Did you figure out who it was?" she asked. I shook my head, and then she sucked on my ears and grabbed my breasts. "Candi?" 

She laughed and pulled me around to mash our breasts painfully into each other. "Surprise."

"Oh my god, Candi, it really is you isn't it? Wait a minute. You said you weren't a member," I reminded her. "You lied!"

"No...no, I didn't," she replied. "I made special arrangements with Laurie and Wendy to go though orientation without you knowing about it."

"So why the secrecy? I thought they didn't have chapters where you were."

"They didn't, but they soon will have. You'll find out soon anyway. I'm the chairman of Totally Woman Las Vegas."

"Oh my god, you're kidding." 

"No honey, I'm not kidding at all. We're going to be seeing a lot of each other and I'm looking forward to it."

"So am I," I replied. "It's been a long time, honey."

"I know but we'll make up for lost time soon."

"Oh my god, I can't believe this is happening," 

"Trust me, it's not a dream, Samantha, but it won't all be fun and games. I really do need your help in getting this thing up and running. Laurie tells me you're going to teach us all the tricks."

"She gets confused," I replied. "She's the one that's been teaching me, but even Wendy's ass reaming dildo is no match for the baseballs you shoved up my ass."

She laughed. "You didn't like my toy? I love it."

"Fine then, let me shove that thing up your ass."

"Whenever and wherever, Samantha." she replied, and I knew she meant it. 

"I've got to get a shower," I told her, "but don't you go anywhere."

"Before you leave, little lady, you need to meet the team that gave you so much pleasure."

She introduced me to the team of managers that had accompanied her all the way from Vegas for this special event, a night I'd never forget."

I started to leave then, promising to spend some more time with them later, but Candi was right behind me. I turned and looked back to see her smiling. "I'm the one that's going to give you a bath, sweetheart.."

We started off with tender and loving baths but wound up on the floor in a sixty nine and stumbled out without toweling off, to fall into her bed where I spent the night with either her tongue or her fingers in me. In the morning, we showered again and made love until almost noon. 

I was satisfied but exhausted and quite tender and sensitive when she finally wound up taking me home where we spent the rest of the day screwing each other's brains out. 

As we lay there, waiting for the time she had to leave, I mentioned Jan's name to her. 

She laughed loudly. "Samantha, you have no idea how lucky you are. She is very, very choosy about who gets her panties off and I'm not one of them, unfortunately. When she heard about you she started researching you and knows more about you than I do."

"Why," I wondered. "Why me?"

"I asked her about that because of her obsession to be with you. She heard about Totally Woman from a friend of hers that's a member here. They told her about you and the more she learned, the more she wanted you. I guess there's no harm in telling you that she comes from money...big money and if you must know the truth, a big part of Totally Woman Las Vegas is money she put up. We have over twenty investors but she is the biggest, so when she asks for something, she knows I'll do my best to take care of it."

"I wonder who her friend is."

"I'm not sure," she replied. "I don't think I have to tell you that she has big plans for you when you're in Vegas."

"No, she told me that before she left. I won't lie to you, Candi, I have some special feelings for that one, feelings that few women give me. You're one of them, I might add."

"Just don't upset her, whatever you do. If she pulls her money out, we won't be able to offer much of a program. She donated the hotel we're rehabbing for our headquarters and ceremonial site."

"I'll try not to," I agreed. 

"So when are you coming to Vegas? She asked. " I have some of the women's schedules but not yours."

"I have my final chapter meeting next and then I'll be flying out with part of the team. I'll email you our schedule."

After one more orgasm, she was gone and I lay in bed thinking about all that had already taken place with the women of Las Vegas. It might be a long, hard trip.



New Horizons Ch. 17



Only the chapter meeting remained on my schedule before leaving for Las Vegas and I was getting anxious to leave, especially now that I knew some of the women and especially the dynamic little powerhouse named Jan, a woman that I was determined to learn, inside and out, especially in. 

When the departure for Las Vegas was postponed a week, I had been on a high, not losing a single candidate. With the extra week, I decided to try for one more success before I left. I made a few phone calls without success but then I received a phone call from someone named Kikki, telling me that someone from the office gave her my number in reference to her uncompleted orientation.

She wanted to talk about trying again and wondered if I could take the time to explain some things to her. I really didn't have the time, but I hadn't turned over my files yet and I hate to leave things unfinished. In reviewing her files I discovered a note that stated that she seemed to want to be ordered to do everything and that was what they had tried with her, but when it came time to penetrate her, she put her hand up and stopped the whole process, saying she couldn't go through with it. She was heard to mumble something about being in trouble already. 

To me, it appeared that she had been in a committed relationship that wasn't giving her what she needed, yet she was afraid to continue, no matter how much she wanted to. My first job would be to discover if she was still in the relationship and if my feelings were correct. 

I tried to contact her at work, but was told that she was not allowed to accept personal calls. I tried her home phone, but all I could get was an answering machine, so I left my message and went on with my project.

Several days later, I received a call. She sounded like she was frightened to death, almost whispering who she was and saying that she wanted to talk to me. I heard someone in the background, telling her to talk nice or I wouldn't come out. I took her address and went a few miles out of my way that night to check out the situation. The house was isolated at the end of a dead end road, the nearest house being nearly a block away. Sitting in the car, I watched as Kikki came home from work and sat in her car for a few minutes, just staring straight ahead. When she finally went into the house, I caught a glimpse of another woman inside who was quite tall, with a scowl on her face. 

I immediately contacted Laurie and Wendy who advised me not to pursue her as a candidate because her partner could very well be dangerous. I decided that I would follow their advice and went back to reviewing my itinerary and schedule for Vegas. 

The next day, Kikki called again, wondering what happened to me. I told her that since there was another woman living with her, I couldn't call on her unless that woman called and told me it was all right with her for me to do so. 

It wasn't more than fifteen minutes before the other woman, named Gwen, called and told me she had no objections to me talking to the woman as long as she was in the room at the same time and we didn't try anything. At that point, I wasn't going to try anything with either of them on a bet. We made an appointment for that evening at 7. 

I have to admit to some feelings of a foreboding of some kind, a feeling that everything was not exactly as it was represented, and a feeling that I might wish later that I had just wrote her off.

When I got to the house, she met me on the porch, wearing a robe and slippers. We shook hands and she ushered me into the house. I met Gwen, a rather attractive though masculine woman, and I began to feel that I was wasting my time. I was fairly certain that it was Gwen who managed to get through to Nikki and give her enough guilt that she could not allow herself to continue, although I had a feeling that she wanted to. 

Kikki went to the kitchen to get us some coffee which she said we could have as she signed the agreement to proceed. I sat on the couch, putting some paperwork in order, and making some notations on her paperwork. 

"So," Gwen began, "are you the one that tried to seduce my Kikki?"

"No," I replied, "not me personally. I wasn't a member at that time."

"So why did they send you to try again?"

"That's not why I'm here," I replied, knowing that it mattered little what I said anyway. "I'm here to find out from Nikki why she changed her mind and if there was anything we could have done to prevent it from happening again."

"She's not interested, that's all," she replied. "Why can't you accept that? She belongs to me and I don't want her doing it."

"That's fine," I replied, feeling that something was going on here that was much deeper than it appeared. "I'm not trying to convince her to do it again, Gwen. I was just replying to her phone calls. She said she wanted some answers to some questions so I offered to talk to her about it.."

"You shouldn't have taken her there. She didn't want to go to start with."

"Gwen, first of all, I wasn't a member then and no one took her anywhere. She had to go through the whole process and that includes many chances to say no but she didn't and that's why she got the invitation and the chance to go through it. She could have left any time she wanted to."

"Bull shit, I was right outside because I followed her and she was crying when she came out. She won't even talk about it."

"Kikki," I said, as she came back into the room, "why didn't you leave?"

"They wouldn't let me," she mumbled, obviously afraid to tell the truth. 

"I have pictures that will prove that you aren't being honest with us, Nikki," I advised her.

"Are you calling my girl a liar?" Gwen asked, as she stood up.

"I'm simply saying that I have pictures taken all the way up to the point where she used her safe word to stop. There was no attempt made up to that point."

"I want to see those pictures," she said.

"That's up to Nikki," I said. 

"No, bitch, it's up to me because she belongs to me."

"I think I should just leave," I said. 

"No way. You're going to give us those pictures or you don't go anywhere."

I pulled the envelope from my bag and dropped it on the table. "Help yourself," I said. "I don't need them anymore."

I started to walk toward the door but she grabbed my arm and dragged me back into the room. "You're going to apologize for calling Nikki a liar," she said. 

"I never said she was a liar," I replied. "That's up to you to determine when you look at the pictures."

"You don't understand," she said. "You've damaged my girl and you have to pay for that."

"Contact our legal department," I said, heading for the door again. 

She slammed me into the wall, knocking the air out of my lungs. "I'm going to show you why I know that Nikki didn't lie," she said. She dragged me into the bedroom and pinned my arms behind me. "Nikki knows what will happen if she ever lies to me," she said. "Nikki, get your ass over here."

"I'm right here, Mistress," she replied. 

"Did you lie to me about that Totally Woman shit?"

"No Mistress," the girl stated, backing away a bit. 

"You get back here girl. What happens if you lie to me?"

A shudder flashed through the girl's body before she replied. "I am punished Mistress."

"How?" she demanded. 

"I am beaten or whipped, and tied to the rack until you decide I may get down."

"Here's the deal," she said, tightening her grip on my arms. "You'll do whatever I tell you to, then you'll apologize to my girl the way I tell you to. You do that, and you can leave here without a problem. You piss me off and you'll pay. Do you understand?"

"You can't hold me here against my will," I shouted, even as she laughed at me. 

"Your will doesn't mean shit in my house. I'll just tell them you broke in and I was defending Kikki's honor. Isn't that right, Kikki?"

"Yes madam," she replied, and I began to fear where this was headed. 

She slammed the door shut, locking it behind us. I have no idea where she put the key but I knew I had no chance to get out anyway. 

"Strip!" she ordered. "Everything off. Now!"

I guess I hesitated too long because she slapped me across my nipple, sending painful shock waves crashing through my body. "You keep pissing me off," she warned, "and I'll make you wish you hadn't."

She opened a drawer to pull out an evil looking whip with several strands of black fibre, that for all I knew could be leather. "This thing leaves some nasty looking red marks and I love to use it so you'd best get naked quick because I'm feeling the need to peal some skin off."

I stripped quickly and she took my clothes and threw them to Kikki. "You put those under the bed, girl, and get that damned robe off. We'll show this sweet thing a few things about life."

Nikki never looked up at me at all, just did as she was told. She had a beautiful body but there was ample evidence that it was being misused. The problem was, that neither of us had a prayer against this woman. Without the key, she'd have us whipped bloody before we could scream for help, and even if we could, the neighbors would probably never hear us. When she turned the radio on and turned the volume up. I knew why she did it...to mask the screams should we try it. 

"Get down on the bed," she ordered. "Face down and spread your legs." I was shaking so hard I could barely walk but I did as I was instructed, hoping that someone would question the fact that I had not returned since I'd left messages for Beth and Laurie of what was going on. They were my only hope now.

She restrained me to the four corners of the bed and turned my head to be sure I could see where Kikki stood, with her head still down. The fact that her fingers were clenching and unclenching was evidence to me of what she really was thinking about.

"Turn around, Nikki" she ordered. "You know what to do."

Nikki turned and leaned against the wall, slightly bent with her ass protruding. The first stroke of the whip laid pink stripes down her shoulders and onto her back. 

"I told you not to go there but did you listen? No, you just had to find somebody else. I've tried to show you respect and kindness, but you just go and pull that shit. Tell this bitch what you got when we got home."

"50 lashes," she softly replied. 

"Speak up," she yelled. "She can't hear you." A second stroke went over the right ass cheek, flaring bright pink.

"50 lashes," she yelled. 

"What happened later?"

"You dripped hot wax on my nipples and clit, then tied me up and made me sleep with my head between my legs." 

"Did you learn anything?"

"I shouldn't have gone there or anywhere without your permission, Madam."

'Your damned right you shouldn't. So what should I do now for talking to this woman at all."

"You told me..." she never finished because the whip slashed over her legs and ass over and over, leaving a trail of bloody welts. 

"Is that what I asked you?"

"No madam," she replied.

"Do I need to increase your punishment?"

"Yes Madam. What ever you decide, Madam."

"That's better. Go get the box and hurry up about it."

"Yes Madam."

"Are you enjoying the show, girl? You haven't seen anything yet. She's a sweet, wonderful girl but she knows better than to do what she did and she knows she has to be punished."

"But you told me..." without breaking her motion, the whip came down across the cheeks of my ass and I screamed in pain. 

"I didn't give you permission to speak, bitch. That was just a warning."

Kikki returned from the closet with a box about the size of an apple crate. She took the top off and stepped away.

Gwen went over to lift up a frighteningly large dildo. "We'll start with this one," she proclaimed as she held it up for me to see. She picked up some lube and drizzled it over the monster. "Spread that around with your tongue," she ordered. Nikki never hesitated, but immediately began tonguing over the dildo to spread the lube. 

"I hear you like to watch," Gwen observed. "So do I but since I'm in charge, I get to watch. Kikki, show her how you love that toy."

Kikki bent over and began working it into her pussy, pain and stress flashing over her pale countenance. When she had almost all the way in, she stopped to take a breath. 

"What are you doing? Get over here," Gwen yelled. Kikki waddled over and turned her ass toward her mistress and Gwen pulled it out about an inch and hammered it home so hard I thought it was going to disappear. Kikki cried out and got a slap on both cheeks for it. "Now get it going." 

She actually laughed at Kikki's efforts to work that huge thing into her body. "Faster, girl, or do I have to help you?"

Tears ran down my cheeks as I watched and I cried out when Gwen went over to beat the dildo into Kikki. When Kikki started showing signs of orgasm, she yanked it out. 

"You know better girl. You almost earned yourself an extra punishment. Now get over there and fuck her and you'd better do it right because if I have to do it, you'll both pay."

The pain of the forced insertion set my body on fire but I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of screaming even though I bit holes in my lip to prevent it. When Kikki's arms tired, Gwen took over and didn't seem to want to stop. My only fear by that time was that she would shove it in my ass. 

"You did good, Kikki. See there, she never came...not once." 

Of course I didn't, I was hurting too much. I wanted to though, oh god, how I wanted to. 

I heard the doorbell ring and prayed that someone was coming to my rescue but she sent Kikki down to send them away. "If they come into this house, you're both going to pay an awfully high price," she warned. 

Kikki returned alone a few minutes later and I heard a car door close. 

"Are you going to tempt my woman again?" she asked. 

There was no point in telling her I never attempted to seduce Kikki so I just shook my head. Wrong thing to do. The whip lashed across my ass again. 

"When I ask you a question, I want to hear your answer." she stated. 

"No, of course not," I replied. 

"I ought to make you pay more. A lot more but Kikki and I have some unfinished business, don't we honey?"

"Yes, Mistress," the girl replied. 

"Well, get going. We don't need her here to watch you get fucked. Get the harness and the restraints ready."

As the girl left the room, I heard her whisper, "I'm sorry, miss."

"Get away from her, Kikki." Gwen ordered, and Kikki hurried out of the room. "Kikki is going to make me all better now so get the hell out of here before I fuck you silly." She threw me my clothes and unfastened the restraints. "You've got about five minutes to get dressed and out the door before I change my mind." 

I grabbed my clothes and started to dress. "Hold it, Bitch," she yelled. "I'll keep the bra and panties." 

She took my panties from me and when I bent to get my skirt, she pushed me to the bed, forcing my panties into my pussy, ramming them in with the handle of the whip. It was rough and hard and she plunged into me with it several times before she pulled it out then went fishing for the panties. She got off of me and smelled the panties. "Now get the fuck out of here. You're running out of time." 

"If anyone hears about this, Kikki will pay the price," she warned, as I dressed. "Next time you want some pussy, you find out if she's spoken for. The next dom may not be as gentle as I am."

Oh yeah, she was gentle alright. About as gentle as a lightening bolt. When I was dressed, she unlocked the door and pushed me through, forcing me through the house and out the door. 

"Now get out of here and remember what I said."

I waddled to my car and quickly locked the door behind me. Starting the engine, I drove a few blocks away, pulled to the curb and sat there sobbing not so much from the pain, which was substantial, but from a feeling of helplessness about Nikki's situation. 

By the time I got home, I was in no shape to do anything. I called Laurie and admitted she'd been right about me going over there. She wanted answers but I told her I couldn't talk about it. Then I ran a cool bath and soaked for a long time to take away the burn. 

I cursed loudly when the door burst open and Wendy and Beth rushed into the house, calling out my name. I told them where I was and a few seconds later, they stepped into the bathroom. "What the hell were you thinking of?" Wendy asked. "Honey, you can't assume everyone is good and loving. So what aren't you telling us?." I rolled over in the tub to show them my problem and they immediately lifted me from the tub and helped me onto the bed where they tenderly worked Tender-X into the reddened flesh.. 

"What happened," Beth insisted.

"I can't talk about it," I replied. 'If I do, someone is going to get far worse than this."

"You know, I like a little bondage and a good spanking never hurt anyone," Wendy said. "I've had the whip several times too, but the whole idea is to heighten the desire and enhance the orgasms. This person needs help."

"I know," I agreed, "but I couldn't live with myself if Kikki got hurt."

"Kikki Romano, right?" Beth asked.

I didn't reply. "Laurie warned you about that situation," Wendy reminded me.

"I know but they both called and said they wanted to talk."

"Oh girl, you'll learn," she sighed. 

"Well, the good thing is that she didn't do any real damaged except to your pride." Beth observed. 

I started to get up but Beth pushed me back onto the bed. "Uh-uh. You're going to stay right there and rest."

"Get some sleep," Wendy ordered. "We're going out for a bit but we'll be back to check on you."

I tried to sleep but kept waking up to the sound of the whip against Kikki's flesh. When the two women returned, they brought me a fruit smoothie. I sat up while Beth put some pillows under my thighs which raised my ass and pussy off the bed itself.

"You're just needed some time to rest," she said, sitting at the foot of the bed as they sipped on their smoothies. 

"We're going back to work" Wendy advised. "Do you want something for the pain or something to help you sleep?" 

"No," I replied, "just something for my shame."

"Nothing to be ashamed of, sweetie," Beth replied. "You're just too trusting of people and it cost you. I'll be back after our meeting. Want me to bring you something to eat?"

I shook my head, but then I changed my mind. "How about a parfait from Anderson's?"

"Ok, get some rest and I'll see you in a couple of hours. 

I woke to hear them talking in the living room later, but before I could get up, they came into the room. "Food's here," Beth said, waiting while I got up to go into the kitchen. 

"I feel like I need an ice cube shoved up my pussy," I said. 

"What a waste of opportunity," Wendy said and they managed to get me laughing. 

They sat at the breakfast bar but I chose to stand while we ate our parfaits and fruit salad. Beth found the iced tea in the fridge and poured us each a large glass over ice.

About two hours later, I heard a sound behind me and turned to find Kikki standing in the hall. I opened my arms to her and she came to me with her head down. 

"Look up, Kikki," I said and she lifted her face to me. I kissed her over and over while I held her in my arms. "Never look down again, Kikki," I told her. "Not for me, or anyone else. If you like being a submissive, that's fine, but never let anyone hurt you like that again."

She forced a smile and kissed me without replying. 

"She won't testify against Gwen," Beth stated. "She says it's her fault for disobeying her."

"No, Kikki. It's not," I replied. "She'll hurt someone bad one day and get her punishment but for now, you're here and you can stay with me until you decide what you want to do. The guest room bed is all made up and we can find you some clothes to wear." 




New Horizons Ch. 17



"If I stay here, she'll find me," she reminded me. "Wendy has a safe place for me for a few days and then I'm going to Las Vegas with you," she announced. I looked up at Wendy and Beth. They were both smiling. 

"I've contacted a dom that I know in Vegas," Wendy said. "Kikki will travel to Vegas with you and then she'll spend some time with my friend. If that doesn't work out, she will find her someone who will respect her and keep her safe."

"Is that ok with you?" I asked her. 

She smiled through the tears of happiness and kissed me passionately. 

"I may try bondage some day," I said, "but I'll be sure it's someone I know and trust."

"I know someone when you're ready, Samantha," Beth reported. "You know her too and she'd love to tie you down and make you beg."

"Christine," I said and she nodded, a big smile on her face. Somehow I knew that Christine had some experience in that lifestyle and I knew I could trust her completely. 



New Horizons Ch. 2



Author's Note:

STOP!!!

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She heard his feet shuffle, changing position, and his cock brushed against her upper arm. Her clit throbbed painfully now and she shifted her hips, only half realizing what she was doing. Once the mud was applied she heard Lance move away, leaving her to her dark, private, delicious torment. Her panties were soaked, so wet that juice dripped down between her ass cheeks.

Gradually she became aware that firm, soft hands, clearly feminine, were massaging her own. They expertly worked her fingers, loosening them, every touch sending sparks of electricity all the way up her arms to the tips of her nipples. She struggled not to react, not to let on that this was having such an effect on her. Then another pair of hands, also female, caressed her instep and her back arched sharply. She heard a light chuckle as her robe came undone, decidedly not of its own accord. The air chilled the newly exposed skin, now hot from arousal, and her nipples hardened into tight little balls. This time she tried to cry out, even opened her mouth to do so, but no sound came out.

Determined hands moved along her arms, circling her breasts and pulling at the material of her bra. Long, feathery hair tickled the top of her breasts as the hands arranged the bra so that the edge came in contact with her inflamed nipples, pressing achingly against them. The rough elastic dug into the soft flesh and Sandy found her voice, moaning lustfully. The unseen woman ran her hot tongue over Sandy's nipples, torturing her. She was sure it was a woman, could tell by the scent, the way she moved, the way she felt. This was not part of the fantasy; Sandy had never wanted to be with a woman, liked cock too much. But somehow, that made this reality more erotic - she really had no control over what was being done to her, or who was doing it.

She bucked when she felt warm breath on her drenched pussy lips through the silky material of her panties, hair spilling over her inner thighs. A tongue traced a delicate pattern over them, suckling the salty sweetness. She pulled against the cuffs, trying desperately to avoid traveling down the path these women were taking her.

"Please, no," she cried halfheartedly, but in truth she hoped no one listened.

Simultaneously her bra was unsnapped and her panties were torn free of her hips. Her rational mind wondered how she'd explain the lack of underwear at home, but the thought was quickly shoved to the rear of her brain as her body concentrated on all the fantastic physical sensations she was feeling. The woman between her legs moaned into her pussy and she felt the vibrations course through her entire body. The woman at her tits was alternating between nipples, biting and sucking with wild abandon.

"Ugggghhhhhh," Sandy gurgled, pressing her pussy into the woman's face between her legs.

The woman responded by lapping hungrily and fucking Sandy with her tongue. Sandy squirmed, mumbling incoherently, pulling feverishly against the leather straps, trying to grip the woman's tongue with the walls of her pussy. Her tits were sore from all the attention they were receiving but the woman teasing them was relentless.

Without warning, the woman between her legs bit down on Sandy's clit and worked a finger deep in her ass. Her whole body convulsed, and then she passed out. When she awoke she was in the waiting area, curled on a cushion, still in the robe, but naked underneath. Lance stood over her, his cock bulging invitingly in his too tight uniform.

"For obvious reasons we had to stop your treatment, but I was wondering if you'd like to reschedule. We were just getting started."

Wide-eyed, Sandy nodded.

At home, Sandy explained that the spa ran low on hair dye - her color blonde is very popular they said - so she had to make a follow up appointment. Her children bought it easy enough, but her husband grumbled about how worthless a spa was that didn't have enough dye before he let it drop.

Instead of being exhausted from her little adventure earlier, Sandy's already healthy sex drive doubled, if not tripled. By the time she and her husband got to bed she was sopping wet again and it didn't take much effort to get him hard. She climbed on him with no foreplay and rode him a full 20 minutes before he came, then sound asleep less than 10 minutes later with a big smile on his face.

Unfortunately, Sandy hadn't cum, which was unusual. In the past, her husband just had to wave his cock in front of her face and she was on her way, but tonight, for some reason, she had an itch he couldn't scratch. Lying in her bed, cum leaking out of her, her thoughts kept returning to the spa. Vivid memories of the unknown woman licking and sucking her pussy flooded her mind and soon she was pressing and rubbing her clit, careful not to be to vigorous lest she wake her husband and have to explain why she was still so horny. When her orgasm finally came she had to stuff her hand in her mouth to stifle the sounds. That made two incredibly powerful orgasms in one day.

Sunday started out as a lazy day; her husband had to work a double and all of the kids were out (at work or at friends' houses), leaving Sandy with the house all to herself. At 11:00 am she finally dragged herself into the shower, but the phone rang as she was soaping up. Irritated, she stomped over and snatched it off the receiver.

"Yes," she said icily.

"Is this Sandy?" a brusque voice asked.

She didn't recognize the voice so she was less inclined to be cordial. "Yes, can I help you? I'm standing here soaking wet."

"That's your problem," the voice snapped back. "This is Ken Richards. And my problem is that you keep raising the fucking rates for daycare. I'm not made of money!"

Sandy's heart sank. She took care of all three of his children, and although she had only raised her rates modestly this year, it probably did represent a healthy increase to Ken. To make matters worse, Ken was the local ne'er-do-well who, although not divorced, hadn't shared a house with his wife Brenda since Stevie, the youngest, was born 3 years ago. Overall the kids weren't bad, but they were far from angels, and Sandy felt no compulsion to adjust her rates to make it any easier on the Richards'.

"Mr. Richards," Sandy began.

"Don't fucking 'Mr. Richards' me," he interrupted. "Where am I supposed to come up with that kind of money?" he screamed into the phone.

"Mr. Ric...Ken, I'm sure we can work out a payment pl..." Sandy tried, but he cut her off again.

"Fucking cunt!" he bellowed and slammed down the phone.

Sandy replaced the receiver, her hand shaking a little. The anger didn't bother her; if she hadn't learned anything else from being a military brat, it was how to defend herself. But he sounded so - irrational. She debated calling her husband, asking him to come home, but then thought better of it. The last thing she needed was to get him riled as well.

She got back in the shower and lathered up again. Her hands passing over her breasts awakened some of the feelings she'd experienced yesterday. She swooned slightly, bracing one hand against the wall for support, and continued to fondle and squeeze her breasts as the water cascaded around her. She trailed her hand down between her legs and had just coaxed her clit out of its hood when the sound of the doorbell imposed. Really angry now, she grabbed a bath towel off the hook and wrapped it around herself, and stormed to the front door. She yanked it open and jumped back to find the doorway full. Ken Richards pushed through, another man following close behind.

"You think your all high and mighty, don't you?" he barked, leaning down to get in her face, apparently unaware of her attire.

He was a big man, probably 6'2" or 6'3", deeply lined and darkly tanned; he obviously spent a lot of time outdoors. His hair was black with flecks of gray and his eyes were a piercing black, now clouded over with anger. His cheeks were sunken and his mouth a razor thin line cut into the bottom of his face. He wasn't an attractive man, but his presence was commanding, the type of man that made dogs flinch with just a stare. His upper body was broad and large, like a football player's, rather than the chiseled mass of a model. When he grabbed Sandy's wrist and dragged her over to the couch she noticed how rough and chapped his hands were.

Another man entered and closed the door. He was smaller, maybe 6', with sandy brown hair and vacant green eyes. His face was doughier, less malevolent, and Sandy immediately registered a resemblance to Stevie. He was pale from being inside most of the time and slimmer then Ken, almost skinny. This was Brenda Richards' brother Paul; he'd picked Stevie up a few times when Brenda had been running late. She'd seen him around town, knew he was an assistant manager at the Wal-Mart, and had never had any reason to give him a second glance until today. He followed behind them like a lapdog.

Sandy looked up from the couch, rubbing her wrist defiantly. Not only had these idiots interrupted what promised to be another memorable orgasm, they busted into her house like they owned the place.

"I don't know why I have to pay for you to live like this," he gestured around her living room.

She looked around, wondering what he was talking about. Her house was clean and nice, but it's not like she was living in one of those ridiculous 3-story tract mansions in Dallas squeezed onto a dollop of land.

"Let me tell you something Ken," she sneered. "If you don't want to pay, you don't have to. I don't need your money, I don't need your kid and I don't need these hassles!"

She stood up and poked her finger in his chest several times for emphasis. All the anger, all the tension, all the fear was behind those jabs. She connected solidly with his pec, her whole arm vibrating with the force of her movement. She was probably crazy; if this guy backhanded her, she was going to go flying. Steeling himself for his response she looked up in his eyes, surprised to see that the anger was gone, replaced by - it looked like desire!

To Be Continued...



New Horizons Ch. 3



Author's Note:

STOP!!!

If you've read most of my stories before, you should probably be warned that THIS ONE IS DIFFERENT. This story has a bisexual story line. If male/male activities are not your thing, you probably won't like this one. Oh well; I'll catch you next time.

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In her fervor, she hadn't realized that her towel hadn't come up with her. She'd performed her whole tirade nude, breasts jiggling, cheeks flushed. Ken hadn't heard one word she'd said after the towel fell away. Sandy's mouth opened and her cheeks colored in embarrassment. Her first instinct was to grab the towel, to cover up, but something stopped her. Her nipples hardened at the recognition that once again she was undressed in front of someone that wasn't her husband, even more exposed than the last time.

"So Ken, what WOULD you like to pay me for?" she asked, softening her voice as she ran her fingers over the buttons of his work shirt. "I'm not unreasonable; I told you over the phone that I was sure we could work something out."

What are you DOING, her brain screamed. She didn't find this man attractive, had NEVER had sex with any man other than her husband, and all of the sudden she was trying to seduce this guy. In truth, part of it was power. Ken was an asshole, but he radiated power, and that was making her pussy throb now that she thought about it. Another part was the look in his eyes as he looked at her naked. She could see how bad he wanted her. Her eyes dropped to his crotch and any doubts about that fact were erased.

"Come on," he croaked, pulling her toward the bedroom with Paul at his heels.

As she let herself be led away a cold hand circled Sandy's heart. Could she go through with this? Did she have a choice? What little control she'd had of the situation slipped away as he pushed her on the bed.

"Yeah, we can work something out," he said huskily.

He dropped down on the bed and pinned her arms above her head, holding both wrists in a huge, meaty hand. Clumsily, Ken pawed at her pussy, roughly working his fingers inside. She spread her legs wider, trying to give him better access but they still rubbed her roughly, making her wince.

"Please," she begged. "Make it wetter."

Ken scowled then turned to his brother. Apparently foreplay wasn't his strong suit.

"Eat her out," he commanded.

Paul scurried between her legs and Sandy's mind raced back once again to the woman's tongue. Paul wasn't nearly as skilled, but in truth, it didn't take much, not in her heightened state of sensitivity. She threw her legs over his shoulder and raised her hips, moving her pussy closer to his face. When her hips started thrusting against Paul's chin, Ken released her so that he could remove his clothes. She moved her hands to Paul's head and urged him deeper. She looked over at Ken. He had a nice cock, about 6" long and as big around as a tube of toothpaste. Sandy licked her lips at the prospect of him sliding it in to her.

"Now let's really have some fun," Ken said, rubbing his hands together.

He looked over at Paul, who immediately stopped licking her, stood up, and shed his t-shirt, workboots, and jeans. He wasn't wearing any underwear, but in truth Sandy couldn't imagine how he could. His cock, still soft, hung a good 8" down his leg, and was a little thicker than a roll of quarters! Sandy was shocked...she'd never, ever, seen anything like it. It didn't look natural.

"You!" Ken shouted, turning to Sandy. "Don't just sit there, play with your pussy. Help him get hard."

Sandy's heart skipped a beat. This was totally new territory, another in a long line of firsts she'd experienced over the last two days. Both men stared at her intently, but her focus was on Paul. She wanted to turn him on, make him hard. Her hand moved between her legs and she dragged a finger along her slit. She gasped; her pussy ached from being denied an orgasm for so long. She continued to tease herself, humping the air and moving her fingers faster, until she couldn't stand it any more. She was about to slide a finger in when Ken grabbed her hand and pulled it away.

"Nice show. But I think we can do better," he said lustily.

He got back on the bed next to her and pulled her toward him, maneuvering so her pussy and ass were pointed at Paul as she gobbled Ken's cock, making sucking and slurping noises as she coated it with her saliva. Although the length didn't change much, it continued to get thicker until she could barely close her hand around it. Her pussy was so wet droplets had collected along the edges of her lips.

In a fluid motion he pivoted her so that she now straddled his torso, back facing him, then sat up and moved them to the edge of the bed. His cock was under her, wedged against her slit. It was maddening - she could feel it throb thickly, desperately wanted it in her, splitting her wide, but he wouldn't enter her. She squirmed, trying to get him to slide it in, but he held her steady.

"Paul, get the fuck over here" he moaned.

Paul dropped to his knees in front of them and swallowed the head of Ken's cock. Sandy shivered. She'd never seen a man suck another man, and now she had a front row seat. It was both fascinating and revolting. Irrationally she was angry...that was her cock he had his lips around. Paul drew his head back, releasing the head , and began licking the length of the shaft. Sandy shivered again as Paul's hot tongue danced over the Ken's cock as well as her swollen lips, attacking them both with determination. She rocked, pushing it further between her pussy lips, moaning softly, needing to get fucked.

"Play with your clit baby," Ken said, his voice thick with arousal.

Sandy complied willingly, reaching down and fingering her nub, sliding Ken's cock along her labia, and reveling in the feel of Paul's tongue. She noticed that Paul was much more enthusiastic now that he also had Ken's cock to play with.

"Oh shit, that feels so fucking good! I can't take it anymore," Ken growled, lifting her up like she was a doll and setting her next to him.

With surprising speed and strength he grabbed Paul by the shoulders, yanked him to his feet, spun him around, and impaled him. Paul's head fell back and groan spilled out of his slackened mouth, his eyes rolling in pain/pleasure. There was a practiced rhythm; an understanding of what fit where, that indicated that this was part of a normal routine. But with whom? Surely not Brenda. Sandy's nipples throbbed as she watched, the only sounds in the room her heavy breathing, Ken's panting, Paul's grunting, and the wet sucking sounds of Paul's ass getting drilled.

And holy shit, Paul's cock was amazing. At least 9" long, bobbing drunkenly with each lust filled thrust from Ken. And like Ken's, it had thickened considerably, not quite as big around but enough that a girl wouldn't know which to concentrate on as he put it in - the length or the girth. Paul's eyes were half closed, fluttering intermittently, as his cock continued to sway erotically.

"Woman, get up on here!" Ken called.

She looked at the tableau, dumbfounded. Ken had Paul's hips in his hand, pumping his cock in and out like a jackhammer. Paul was a willing participant, rising and falling on Ken's cock, hands on Ken's knees for balance. Paul's cock stood so tall that at first she had no idea how she'd mount it, but she knew she wanted it in her, at least as much as she could take. She scrambled up onto the bed and motioned for them to close their legs. Straddling them it was a hard reach, and her legs were stretched precariously. With one hand on Paul's shoulder she reached down and grabbed his cock, guiding it toward her dripping hole. If he noticed her he gave no indication, oblivious to everything but the cock buried deeply in his ass. She was so wet the head popped right in, and the shock from being entered knocked her off balance. Ken caught her hips and gently guided her all the way down Paul's massive cock. She leaned forward, burying her face in Paul's neck and biting down as his cock hit home. The poor guy was trapped between Sandy humping furiously and Ken, who was actually strong enough to keep lifting and dropping their combined weight on his cock, driving it into Paul's ass. Paul didn't last long against their combined efforts, and Sandy felt his cock start to twitch rapidly inside her moments before the hot sticky cum dribbled out of her pussy and down along the base of his cock. She kept riding him, milking his cock, until he groaned with exhaustion.

Mustering her strength, she pulled her wobbly legs up under her and slowly stood up. Paul's cock, wet with pussy juice and cum and still rock hard, slid out much easier than it went in. When she was clear of them Ken pushed Paul forward, separating his cock from his ass with a wet pop. Then he gestured for Sandy to join him again. Obediently, she walked to the bed and he grabbed his cock, covering the head and part of the shaft, and pulling it toward him.

"My balls are sore. They need your tongue."

Sandy dropped between his legs, nuzzling the base of his cock with her nose, and lapped at his balls. They were sweaty from all the fucking, and she could smell the mingled musk of both him and Paul's bodies. She sucked each ball deep in her mouth and hummed, making him groan with delight. She reached between her legs to rub herself while she licked. Rubbing was soon replaced by fingering as she rammed two fingers into her drenched pussy, her own juice and Paul's cum allowing her to slide in easily.

"Please fuck me," Sandy begged, looking up, surprised by how desperate her voice sounded.

Ken nodded and she climbed on top of him, positioning his cock at her outer lips. Her vision was clouded, her brain thick with thoughts of sex. She didn't care that Ken had just finished fucking Paul - in fact, it thrilled her. He pushed gently and it felt like there was a fist between her legs. Gritting her teeth, Sandy returned the pressure, sliding back suddenly as his cock gained entrance. She gasped, her chest tight, her tits swaying heavily, as his cock proceeded in her, splitting her wide.

"Mercy," she mumbled over and over softly, both as a plea as well as an exclamation.

When he finally hit bottom she raised up on her haunches slowly, gripping his cock with her pussy, inching along the length. Every time he withdrew she felt empty, every time he was in her she felt overflowing. It was the most incredible she'd ever felt.

She was so distracted by the feelings originating between her legs that failed to realize Paul was behind her until she felt his hands spread her ass cheeks and his tongue tease her asshole. Her body went limp and she fell forward, her breasts falling across Ken's face, as small explosions rocked her. Paul's tongue tortured her puckered anal ring, tickling nerves she hadn't been aware were there. Under her Ken nibbled on a swollen nipple as he forced his cock in further and Sandy found herself struggling to spread both holes wider.

Through the haze she felt Paul climb behind her and place the head of his cock at her asshole. Possessed, she pushed her self on him, head thrashing as she got used to the invasion. She never would have gotten Ken in there but Paul fit nicely, spreading her ass wide and filling it. Alternating between her tits, Ken did his best to distract her as Paul fed inch after inch of hard throbbing cock into her gaping, waiting ass. Like Paul before her she was trapped, at the mercy of the two men's thrusts. It took some time but eventually the fell into a rhythm with one withdrawing as the other was entered. They could feel each other inside her, adding to their arousal, causing them to increase their pace, and Sandy moaned and grunted between them, feeling her orgasm build with each stroke. Actually, that wasn't exactly true; she'd been cumming non-stop since she mounted Ken, but she could feel a really mind numbing orgasm on the horizon.

Paul grabbed her hips and sped up, a sign that he was nearing climax. Under her, Ken bit down on her tits roughly, leaving small marks, as his own orgasm grabbed hold of him. He bucked hard enough to move the three of them up in the air, his cock expanding and contracting with each spurt. Maybe it was because she was so close herself but Sandy could swear she felt every hot jet of sperm, splashing deep in her, mixing with her juices and Paul's jism from before. Behind her, Paul pounded into her ass one final time and then he too started to cum, groaning and shaking as he emptied himself into her ass.

The stimulation was overwhelming. Sandy screamed as both of her holes contracted and her own orgasm rushed over her. It was the most intense one she'd ever felt...every nerve in her body was sensitized. Her skin tingled from the salt in their sweat, the walls of her pussy throbbed as Ken's cock spread it past it's limits, her ass ached as Paul drilled deeper, and she loved it all. As the wave after wave crashed over her she screamed louder, shaking and drooling, squeezing both cocks tightly as they filled her holes with their cum.

Moaning, Paul fell on top of her, his cock continuing to spasm, his hot breath in her ear. Lazily, he rolled off and onto his back, his cock flopping lazily over one leg. Ken writhed under her as his cock softened, his breath coming in ragged pants.

Gingerly, Sandy got up off the bed. Every muscle in her body was sore, and she had no idea when she'd be able to close her legs again. Right now both holes gaped wide, the remnants their session dribbling out. The smell of sex was everywhere; the musk and tanginess making her throb even while she was enjoying the last vestiges of her orgasm. She looked over at the too men lying prone on her bed, their members starting to thicken already, and she smiled.

"Well Ken, I think I may be able to take regular deposits from you. How about you give me a little more as an advance?"

The End.