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Chrisse

By: Creeper666



Jim hadn't seen his sister for over three years, but out of the blue she had phoned and said that she wanted to visit for a couple of weeks. As she stepped off the plane Jim recognized Chrissie immediately. Now she wore boring 'married woman' clothes, but he could see that she had maintained her shapely figure. A figure he knew very well. Jim's mind slipped back to when he was a young boy of sixteen and the first time he had happened past his eighteen year old sister's slightly open bedroom door, and seen a quick flash of skin. He couldn't be sure what he had seen, but he was certain that she had been wearing no clothes. From that day on he had taken every opportunity he could to pass by Chrissie's door and, when he thought it safe, to linger and wait. He had quickly found out what were the best times to pass by, and these times were always followed by frenzied masturbation session in his own room or the bathroom.

As time went by Jim had seen everything his beautiful older sister had to offer. Her nice tight ass, her beautiful firm tits and the light covering of her most tempting cunt. Of course that was as far as it went. Jim was constantly frustrated that this beautiful creature was his sister and so he could only look. But he found himself in a state of constant arousal, and his dick took quite a pounding.

Shortly before her marriage to Paul they had gone out for drinks together. Jim had a few too many, and in a moment of indiscretion had admitted to spying on her. Chrissie turned red but replied that she had known and had set up situations for Jim to see her naked. She said that it made her feel sexy, and wanted. But at that moment some of their friends had turned up and they had never spoken about it again.

"What are you dreaming about Jimmy?"

Jim was snapped back to the present.

"Oh, nothing. Just remembering something important. You look good." Later that night Jim locked up the house and made his way down the corridor to his bedroom. He saw a small sliver of light at the edge of Chrissie's door. He couldn't believe it. He made his way quietly to the door and peered through the tiny crack.

Chrissie was standing with her back to the door, her long shapely legs stretched out from beneath the shirt that she wore. Her silky black hair tumbled down below her shoulders. Jim felt himself harden as he noticed her reflection in the mirror. Her hand moved up to the buttons on her shirt and quickly opened them. She leaned forward to get her hair brush from the dressing room table and it became obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. Jim could see the curve of her breast, and just as her nipple was about to come into view, she straightened and began brushing her hair. The curve of her 38 inch breasts remained in view, but the thin fabric of her shirt had settled over her nipple.

Jim was hard as a rock and his hand stroked up and down his shaft as he strained to see through the narrow opening.

When Chrissie was finished brushing her hair she stood and quickly removed her pants, revealing a flash of the firm round ass that Jim remembered from his youth. The last time Jim had seen that ass, Chrissie had been 19. Now she was 35, but neither the years nor the birth of her son 15 years ago had done much to alter her charms. She was in magnificent shape.

At that moment Chrissie dropped the shirt off her shoulders, revealing her gorgeous tits completely. Jim's eyes widened at her fully erect nipples. She crossed out of sight, and the light went out. Jim made his way to bed and, not for the first time, masturbated to the memory of his sister's beautiful body. As he drifted off to sleep he wondered if his sister had deliberately exposed herself to him again, and he remembered those erect nipples. She had been as horny as hell. Jim's last thought was to wonder if she was playing with herself and fantasizing about future shows that she would perform for him. He thought he heard a little cry from down the corridor as he drifted off to sleep.

The next morning Jim woke to the sound of the shower running in the bathroom that connected his room with the guest bedroom. He started to imagine the water running over his sister's gorgeous body. His prick started to harden, and it was then he made his decision. He wanted Chrissie and he was going to have her.

The sound of running water stopped. Jim put on his robe, crossed to the bathroom door and entered. Chrissie turned and, surprised for a moment, stood fully exposed. Jim took in her beautiful full tits and the light covering of dark hair on her now exposed cunt. Then she reached for a towel and wrapped it around her body.

"Oh Jimmy! You can have the bathroom in a moment. I just want to clean my teeth, then I'll be finished."

Jim replied "Take off that towel, I want to see you naked."

"What?"

"Take off the towel, now."

"Jimmy, I'm your sister."

" That didn't stop you from putting on a little show for me last night did it?"

She blushed. "What are you talking about?"

Jim could have reached out and taken the towel, but he wanted her to do it. "You know what I mean, you used to do it when we were kids, and you started again last night. But this is my house and we will play by my rules"

"Jimmy."

Jim was tired of waiting. Before Chrissie knew what was happening, he grabbed her by the shoulder, turned her around, bent her over the wash basin and brought his hand down on her now exposed backside.

"Ow!" Crack! "Ow Jimmy!"

Jim growled, "Be quiet."

Crack. Crack. "Ahhh." Crack. Crack. "Yeahhh"

Jim turned her round to face him again. "Now are you ready to behave yourself and tell the truth?"

"I'm sorry Jimmy, I did do it on purpose last night. But I thought you'd like it. I won't do it again, I promise."

"Yes, you will. In fact you are going to do it now. Get rid of the towel."

Chrissie hesitated.

"Do you need another lesson on how to behave yourself?"

"No, Jimmy." she quietly replied as her hand slowly moved up to the place where her towel was fastened.

The towel dropped to the floor. Jim noted that her nipples were erect again. His first instinct was to reach out and pinch them, but he wanted to savor the moment. He ordered her to put her hands on the back of her head, she complied and in doing so, pushed her tits forward. Then he told her to turn round, she did, and slowly her ass came into view, the marks that his hand had left glowed red on her soft white skin. He was hard as a rock now, but he had to maintain his self control.

She continued to turn and her tits came back into view. She was so aroused that they raised and lowered on her ragged breathing. Jim knew that if he could control himself for a little longer he would have her right where he wanted her. She was facing him now.

"Stop," he said quietly, not wanting to break the spell. "You're enjoying this aren't you?"

"No Jimmy ... I ..."

"In a moment I am going to put my hand between your legs and if I find that you have lied to me, you will be punished. But before I do, I will give you another chance, if you tell the whole truth your punishment will not be as severe. Are you enjoying this?"

She hesitated for a moment the replied, "Yes, Jimmy, having you want to see me like this makes me feel so sexy and wanted, and you are so strong with me ... I'm a little scared ... but I don't want it to stop."

Again a red tinge colored her face, and she dropped her head in embarrassment. Jim moved forward and reached down between her legs. Her whole body jumped and she breathed in sharply. She pushed her warm moist cunt forward and Jim eased his finger inside her. She started to moan and rub her clit against his hand. With his free hand Jim began to massage her tits, pinch her nipples and tug on them. He slid his mouth over her nipple and gently bit it. She went wild, about to explode in a massive orgasm. Then Jim stepped away.

She cried out in anguish but maintained her position. "Jimmy, please, let me come! Please!

"We need to get the rules straight first Chrissie."

"Rules? Please, Jimmy, I'm so close!"

"You have teased and frustrated me for a long time. Now is the time to make amends."

She started to pay attention; she needed to cum but knew that Jim wouldn't let her until he was ready. All she could do was co-operate. "What do you mean?"

Jim smiled, he knew that this was the moment. "From now on you will be totally naked in my house unless I specifically order you to wear something. You will obey every command that I give you without hesitation, and will acknowledge those commands before carrying them out. You will be punished on a regular basis to remind you of your position, and to make up for your prick-teasing ways. Do you understand?"

Chrissie nodded.

"I didn't hear that," Jimmy said.

"Yes, Jimmy."

"You will devote yourself totally to my comfort and pleasure."

"Yes, Jimmy."

"Now we need to get you totally naked."

"But I am."

"Don't back-sass," said Jim as he picked her up and sat her on the wash basin. "Spread your legs." She did.

Jim rummaged in the drawer and found his shaving kit. First he used his electric beard trimmer to cut her thatch down to a stubble. The vibrations of the machine started Chrissie moaning again. When he was done, Jim lathered up his shaving brush and liberally applied the soap. As the brush glided by her clit, Chrissie jumped and cried out in pleasure. Before long the last trace of hair was gone.

"Chrissie, go to my room and find a leather belt. Then wait for me in the lounge."

"Yes, Jimmy."

Jim watched as Chrissie scurried out of the bathroom. He heard the doors of his closet open and close, then silence. He waited a few moments then headed for the lounge.

Chrissie was kneeling in front of the chair that he always sat in, her hands on her head and her legs spread as far apart as they would go. Clamped in her mouth was the leather belt that she had found. Jim stood in front of her and opened his robe. Her eyes widened at his massive erection.

"Your punishment will be to be whipped with the belt until you make me cum with your mouth. You may masturbate if you wish, but do not cum before I do, and make sure you swallow my whole load." He took the belt from her mouth. "You may begin."

"Yes, Jimmy." Her mouth engulfed his prick, and her hand shot down between her legs. For a moment Jim was lost in the vision of his prick disappearing into her mouth, and her ass bobbing up and down as she furiously fingered herself. Then he remembered the belt in his hand and began to lash her bottom. She would get off lightly this time - he wasn't going to last long. As the belt struck her, he watched the impact ripple up her ass-cheeks. She was taking the whole length of his quite impressive rod now, despite some initial difficulty.

Jim couldn't believe it, his naked sister was kneeling at his feet giving him the best blow-job he had ever had. Her warm moist mouth sliding quickly up and down his shaft. He could tell that she was desperate to cum and was fighting franticly to finish him before she was allowed to do so. He managed to get in ten strokes of the belt before her frenzied movements and the sight of her kneeling submissively in front of him with welts appearing on her ass made him shoot his load down her throat. Instantly he heard the sound of her orgasm muffled by his prick in her mouth and by his warm semen sliding down her throat.

As he softened in her mouth Jim said, "After I have a nap you can make breakfast for me. Then we start getting you trained."

"Yes, Jimmy. Thank you, Jimmy." she replied, and snuggled in to his crotch and kissed his balls as he drifted off to sleep.

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Jim woke up. He had fallen asleep in his chair, but now his head was on a pillow and he was covered by a blanket. The smell of cooking bacon drifted from the kitchen. For a moment he was disoriented, then it all came flooding back to him, Chrissie naked, kneeling in front of him her mouth wrapped around his stiff cock.

"Chrissie."

She came quickly out of the kitchen and knelt before him.

"Yes, Jimmy?"

Chrissie had positioned herself so that she was in easy reach for Jim. He reached out and gently caressed her breast. Her nipples stiffened immediately and she let out a soft moan.

Jim took the time to survey the beauty before him. Since his youth, he had longed to touch her, and now she was his to do with as he pleased. Chrissie was the picture of submission as he played with her tits. "Keep your legs apart at all times, so that I have easy access to your cunt."

"Yes, Jimmy," she sighed, opening her legs for him.

He reached down between her legs and ran his hand between her moist warm pussy-lips. She breathed in sharply and let out a low throaty moan. Jim leaned back into his chair. "What have you been up to while I was asleep?"

"I cleaned up the house a bit, made your bed and put your breakfast on as you commanded," she replied. "It should be ready by now."

He gave her ass a playful slap. "Go put it on the table, I'll be in, in a minute."

She smiled and leapt to action, with a bashful kiss on his cheek, and the by now familiar, "Yes, Jimmy." He watched her ass sway as she returned to the kitchen. She was really settling in to her new role, but Jim knew that he would have to push her boundaries before too long, if he was going to maintain his control over her. When Jim entered the kitchen, Chrissie was placing the plate of bacon and eggs on the table. Jim sat down to his breakfast. "Get up on the table, I want a show while I'm eating."

"W ... What?"

"Do I need to tell you twice?"

"I ... It's just that ... Well ..." She blushed. "... Don't you want me to suck you?" Her head dropped.

"I want to watch you play with yourself, I want to see you squeeze your tits and make your nipples hard. I want to see you finger yourself to orgasm. And I want you to do it to please me."

"But Jimmy ..."

Jim knew that this was a crucial moment, Chrissie was testing his authority, he pushed his chair back, grabbed Chrissie by the wrist and dragged her across his lap.

"You were doing so well." Crack.

"Ow!"

"I'm very disappointed." Crack.

"Ahhh."

"You have to learn how to behave." Crack. Crack.

"Yahhh."

"This is my house." Crack. "My rules." Crack.

"Ahhh."

Crack. "You are not my girlfriend." Crack. "You are not my wife." Crack. "Not my partner." Crack.

"Ahhh."

"You are my slave." Crack. "And will learn your place." Crack. Crack. Crack.

"Ahhh. Please! Jimmy ... I'm sorry"

During the punishment Jim had watched Chrissie's ass turn from milky white to pink to a fiery red. The effect of this sight on him was obvious, his rock-hard prick was pressed into Chrissie's stomach, he wanted to push her head down into his lap; but that would be rewarding her initial disobedience.

He pushed Chrissie to the floor instead and noted that she immediately spread her legs for him. He shook his head and sighed. "Do you want to be a good slave, or am I just wasting my time?"

Her embarrassment colored her face again. "I'm sorry, Jimmy, I'll be good. I want you to want me. I want to make you happy."

"Answer my question. Do you want to be a good slave?" Silence. "Well," said Jim, "I can pack your bags and have you on the plane in an hour if the answer is no."

Chrissie nodded her head slowly and quietly whispered "Yes, Jimmy."

"Then tell me," Jim replied.

"What?"

"Tell me what you want."

"I want to serve you and make you happy. I want you to use me for your pleasure." She paused for a moment, looked down shyly, then said, "I want to be your slave ... Please, Jimmy." She looked up with tears in her eyes. "Please don't send me home ... Let me be your slave. I know you can train me properly. Please, I'll learn to behave, let me stay and be your ... sex slave."

"Why?" Jim asked.

"I've never felt like this before," she said, the tears still running down her cheeks. "Having you control me like this, I feel so embarrassed, and so sexy; scared, and excited. But I want to please you and make you happy ... to make up to you ... for before."

Jim looked at her, he knew that he had her now, she might be disobedient occasionally but there would be no pleasure in having her if she had no spirit. He liked a challenge. "What do you think I will do with you?"

"I don't care," she replied, "I belong to you. You can fuck me, punish me, have me suck your cock. Just let me stay."

"Yes, I will do that and more. I will sodomize you."

Chrissie's eyes widened at the thought of having Jim's huge erection shoved up her rear passage. No one had fucked her ass before. She swallowed and replied "Yes, Jimmy, I understand."

"I will loan you out to my friends, men and women, for their pleasure, and will enjoy exposing you in public"

He could see that this scared her, but at the same time her breath became ragged again and her tits heaved up and down unevenly, and she was no longer crying. She simply replied, "Whatever pleases you Jimmy, I am at your disposal."

Jim said "Now get up on that table and do as you were told, while I have my breakfast."

"Yes, Jimmy."

Jim was back firmly in control now. "I want you to bring yourself to the brink of orgasm as quickly as you can, but don't cum until I give you permission."

"Yes, Jimmy," she replied as she climbed onto the table in front of him. Her bare ass slid across the tabletop as she positioned his plate between her thighs and dangled her legs over the table edge.

As her cunt opened up to him, Jim could see how wet and excited she had become. She was close to cumming already. As he started his leisurely breakfast, one of Chrissie's hands darted between her legs, and as her fingers disappeared up her cunt, her palm mashed down on her clit. Her other hand cupped her breast and lifted her nipple to her mouth. She sucked wildly at it, bit it and moved her hand down to join the other one working on her cunt. Her tit was still held up by the nipple clamped between her teeth. Her eyes opened wide and she released the nipple with a sensual low moan. "Oh my god ... I'm ..."

"Hold it. Not till I tell you," said Jim calmly as he shoved the last of the bacon in his mouth and chewed thoughtfully.

"Ahhh ... Yes ...Ohhh ... Ahhh ... Jimmy. Ahhh."

Jim leaned back. He could see the strain on her face and her eyes pleading to be released, and yet she had not slowed her pace at all.

"Ahhheeeeiii!" She was going to explode soon.

"Hold it," said Jim. He wiped his face, folded the serviette and placed it on the plate. "Very well, you may cum now.

Her body collapsed back on to the table and she screamed her orgasm towards the ceiling. Jim had never heard such a violent climax before. Just as she started to calm down she was hit by a second as powerful as the first. She grabbed at her tits and continued to rub at her cunt. She let out a deep low moan as she was hit by the third and final wave of pleasure.

Jim looked down at her spent body. "Get me a juice," he said firmly.

"Yes, Jimmy," she said as she slid unsteadily off the table and staggered to the refrigerator.

When she returned Jim took the glass of juice from her and pushed her down over the back of the chair next to him. He drained the glass, put it on the table, moved in behind her and fondled her ass. She sighed contentedly. He opened his robe and placed the head of his rock-hard prick at the entrance of her cunt. This was it, at last he was going to get to fuck his beautiful sister. She lifted up on her toes, raising her ass slightly in the air, to make it easier for him to penetrate her.

He slid his rod slowly into her, watching it disappear up to the hilt. He could feel the warmth of her body surrounding his cock, and stayed buried within her for as long as he could. Then he started a rhythmic movement back and forth. As he did so, Chrissie let out a small whimper. It wasn't long before she was building to another climax. Jim too was getting close. The pace of his thrusts was picking up and he could feel the pleasure building. Chrissie was pushing her ass back to meet his thrusts, trying to get him as deep within her as possible. She came again; and the sight of his sister impaled on his prick jerking in spasms of pleasure, sent Jim over the edge. He had been waiting a long time, and his huge load of cum sprayed into her, spurt after spurt.

Chrissie



Author's note: I'm very fortunate, in that I get a lot of you guys and the ladies too, writing to tell me what they'd like to see. Some of you have incredible ideas, and it frustrates me that I'm just not a good enough writer yet to flesh them out. Usually in cases like that I ask the person to send those ideas to DQS, or Rehnquist, or Robert Lubrican, because those guys can truly make a story sing. But in this case the idea was right up my alley so I took a stab at it. This ideas expressed in this story are extremely unlikely to actually occur. Though I can't help thinking I'd love to think it could be true. For the practical and extremely reality oriented individuals out there, you might want to stop reading now and pick a different story. Ok you have been warned. For the rest of you, I truly hope you'll like it. But I'm sure you'll let me know either way. For the 2 or 3 people who suggested this story or its idea. I hope I did a decent job of showing what you wanted to see. 

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Okay, a lot of these stories start out with a cliché, it goes something like this: I came home from work and there was a strange car in the driveway. Well shit, it does happen like that a lot. And my story does have some of that in it, but it's just a tad different. It's different because Chrissie loves me, and will do whatever it takes to protect me, no matter what.

Maybe I should start at the beginning. Well the recent beginning anyway. My name is Tim Matthews. I work in IT at a mid sized company in the Midwest. I'm about 5'10", 180 lbs. I have dark brown hair, and blue eyes. I'm fit, and stay that way from regular workouts and runs. According to all of my friends, I should be drowning in pussy, but I rarely ever date. It's not that I'm not interested in women, or that they're not interested in me, but I have to be very careful. I was lucky the first time, and though there was suspicion, it was all chalked up to a series of freak accidents. So I wasn't charged with anything, but I'm sure the police are still watching me now, almost 5 years later. Mostly because what happened was so fucking weird and because they still don't believe it.

A couple of weeks ago, I was replacing a monitor, in an office on the 5th floor of our building. I checked out the old monitor and it seemed to be working fine, the screen was clear, graphics rendered beautifully, and text was easy to read. I found absolutely nothing wrong with the monitor so I ran it through the troubleshooting program for color depth, screen position and everything else I could think of. Finally I marked the monitor A-OK and swapped it out anyway, with a nearly exact duplicate of the same model.

The current user of the cubicle appraised me, as I worked.

"Okay, you know there's nothing wrong with my monitor. Why'd you swap it anyway? If you were going to just swap it out, why not just unplug it, plug in the replacement and then be own your way. You could have been out of here in 5 minutes," She told me.

"Look Ms. Uh," I paused as I looked for my trouble ticket to find her name.

"It's Miss," she said. "As in if you don't look at me you might miss something that could be really good. And the last name is Henderson. The first name that you should be using though is Elaine. Put it all together and you get Elaine Marie Henderson. Elaine to my friends, Lainie to you though. I had the feeling that I had just been treated to her version of the Bond, James Bond line.

"Well Lainie, my ticket says that you requested a monitor swap because you've been having trouble with your monitor. I checked it out here, so I could see if there was anything wrong with it and didn't find anything. But the problem could be situational which means you have to do certain things to see it happen. Or it could be just something that happens at certain times. This way I didn't have to haul it all the way to the IT workshop and test it, I can just mark it usable and put it on the shelf when I get there. Once again I'm not trying to second guess what you need, if you want a different monitor, I'm giving you one. I don't comment on the way you do spreadsheets or whatever you do, so please give me the courtesy to respect the way I do my job as well. I'm only trying to help you, and give you the tools to do your job. We're all supposed to be one team after all. If you ask for a new monitor, and I have one, it's yours plain and simple. Please have a nice day."

"Wow, that makes a hell of a lot of sense," she said. "Maybe what they said about the IT department wasn't totally true. But what if I already knew that there wasn't anything wrong with my monitor? What if this was all part of a dastardly plot to get you up here so I could ask you a question?"

"I guess it must be a hell of a question for you to go through all of that trouble and risk." I said. "So what's the question?" I turned and looked at her for the first time, and almost fell over. She was tall and thin but curvy where you want your woman to be curvy. She had a mane of unrestrained tawny curls that spilled over her shoulders like a waterfall tumbling over the side of a cliff. Her luscious lips were pulled back in a welcoming smile and when she took off those square framed glasses that were all the rage for the office types lately, I nearly fell into her sea green eyes."

It all looked like she had rehearsed it for days. She took off the glasses and twitched her head, causing all of that hair to flip around. It looked like a damned shampoo commercial. She even put one of the ear pieces of her glasses in her mouth and bit it lightly so I could see how white her teeth were. I was expecting her next move to be the one where she opens up her blouse by pooping a few buttons and then slides across the long conference table to me, like in the "Hot for Teacher" video that Van Halen did back in the 80's. I was ready for David Lee Roth and Eddie Van Halen to come tearing into the room. With Dave looking for all the world like a game show host on coke, and Eddie playing one insane riff after another from a hidden Marshall stack, on a guitar that looked like it was recued from a junk yard and held together with spit, Elmer's glue, and duct tape. In the dim recesses of my mind, I heard the music and couldn't help thinking, "I've got it made, got it made, got it made. I'm hot for Lainie.

Okay where was I. Oh yeah she was about to hit me with the big question. If I zone out like that again let me know.

"Why don't you want to go out with me?" she asked. I felt like all of the air in the room just vanished. I tried opening up my lungs and pulling oxygen in but it just wouldn't come into me. Nor could I let any back out.

"I uh, don't date," I managed to choke out.

"Why, not?" she asked, a pout distending those perfect lips.

"It just doesn't work out, it never has. And I don't think it ever will." I grabbed my stuff and started for her door. The cubicle wasn't that big, but she crossed the distance really quickly and slammed the door blocking my exit.

"I think we'd be good for each other. I've done my homework. We're both divorced. We're actually divorced for the same reason. We both had partners who were no where near worthy of us, who cheated on us. We're both into cars, and we're both cute." She paused, here and looked at me again. "At least you're cute; I'm not too sure about myself." As she said that last line she ran her fingers up her body, from her slim hips to those small but perfectly proportionate breasts. It was almost like she was a stripper practicing her routine with her clothes on. This woman should never be allowed to watch MTV or soft core porn. "Am I cute, Tim?" All I could do was nod my head up and down. 

"Well let's talk about it some more, how about tomorrow at lunch in the cafeteria? You have to have lunch sometime. When do you eat, Tim?" she asked. It took me a few seconds that seemed more like a few days to answer.

My brain wanted to say "As soon as your legs open," but what came out was "12:45."

"I'll see you then," she smiled.

When I got back to the IT office, none of the women there and would look me in the eye. Most of the men were also seemingly busy, but I could tell they were all looking at me, as I carried the monitor in and put it on a shelf. I looked at the board for open tickets and was about to grab one and head back out when one of my best friends Josh Thomas grabbed my arm.

"Well, what did ya think?" he asked excitedly.

"What did I think about what?" I asked, looking confused. I noticed that every eye in the IT office including my long time friend and supervisor Emma Smith, was on me.

"I went upstairs, tested a monitor, it checked out okay, but I swapped it out anyway, then I came back. If you're asking me whether or not I think there was anything wrong with that monitor, I'd probably have to say no, but you know how it goes. Anyway, I'm going to do another ticket."

He looked at me as if I had just thrown away a winning lottery ticket. Then he looked around the room, and everyone else was just as incredulous. He threw his hands up in the air as if he was exasperated. Emma ran across the floor to me and stopped me from leaving. "Uh Tim, was there anyone in the cubicle upstairs when you swapped out that monitor?" she asked.

I tilted my head to the side as if I couldn't remember, or hadn't thought about it. Then I opened my mouth to speak, but quickly closed it again. I noticed that everyone in the fucking office was waiting for me to say something so I wanted to stretch this out as long as I could.

"Yeah there was some woman there." I said it so low and so quickly that no one could make out what I said. Then I reached for the door handle. Emma smacked my hand away from the handle.

"Alright, we know, that you know, that we set you up and we want to know what happened," spat Emma. "Don't be mad, we all love you and think you're a great guy, who works too hard and we just want you to be happy. Elaine has been asking about you since she started working here 6 weeks ago. You guys have a lot in common, you both do that car thing, and she's really pretty. She's been through a divorce and so have you. You should at least give it a try. I know she asked you out tonight. So are you going?"

"Well I guess your plan didn't work," I said. "She didn't ask me to go out tonight."

There were a lot of sighs and exclamations made when I said that. I even heard someone say, "That bitch!"

"We're having lunch tomorrow," I said smiling. And everyone in the room started laughing and screaming and cheering, like they'd all just found that winning lottery ticket I threw away and cashed it in.

The lunch the next day was low key and understated. We sat in the cafeteria together, in a booth in the back, in the corner, in the dark. We talked and nibbled our food until we had to go back to work. Almost instantly I could tell that there was something going on between us. It was like we were two halves of a coin that had been separated and became whole when joined. The first time she grabbed my hand I wanted to just scream, "Wonder Twin Powers...Activate," it was that powerful. I could tell that she felt it too. That lunch led to more, and then a few movies, and dinners, and then we were suddenly a couple. We hadn't seen each other's homes yet, or even kissed let alone had sex, but everyone knew that we belonged to each other in a high school sort of way. It was almost like we were going steady. She was ready for the next step, but I just wasn't sure I was. I mean I liked her, a lot. Maybe I even knew that I loved her, as much as you can love anyone you haven't done the horizontal bop with. But I had dated a few women since my uhm, divorce, and Chrissie hadn't liked any of them.

I could tell that Lainie really liked me too, because she was always doing anything she could, to touch me. And she constantly rubbed up against me. She also made it clear to all of the guys who tried to flirt with her, that she was interested in someone else. She is a very beautiful woman, but she seemed to want me. And it wasn't just bullshit that we had a lot in common. Her ex was a lazy bastard who had stayed home and supposedly taken care of their house while she worked. What he was really taking care of though had been their neighbors' wives. They had a nasty divorce, where she'd ended up having to support him for 2 years, or until he got a job and could take care of himself on his own. The bastard rode it out for the entire 2 years and then got a job making more money than she did.

Another thing was the car thing. A lot of times, friends who want to interest a guy in a woman, tell him that she's into the same things he is. So it seems like they have something in common. Like if a guy likes football, they tell him, oh she loves football, when actually she can't tell the difference between football and hockey. Usually she shows up at his house in a baseball jersey with a hockey stick, ready to exhibit her awesome NFL knowledge. But come on, if the woman is hot enough, we're going to put up with it. Three years later you're married and she won't even let you watch football, let alone watch it with you.

But Lainie was different. She was the real deal. The woman drove an absolutely gorgeous Orange 1970 Chevelle SS, with Black racing stripes. She had the car modernized with disc brakes and modern wheels and tires for more control and better traction. Her engine mods had that beast putting out well over 400 HP. It was not a car to be trifled with and she drove it well.

I could tell it was time for us to take our relationship to the next level when she just came out with it. There were a couple of questions that had obviously been bothering her.

"Tim, don't you think it's time," she asked. She shook all that hair at me, and pouted those lips the way she knew, got to me.

"We don't need to rush into anything Lainie," I said. "I think you're the one, but we have all the time in the world, to...you know."

She laughed, at me. I always was kind of shy. "Tim I'm not talking about sex. We're doing that, this weekend, whether you want to or not. I'm not waiting for that any longer. You've sent me home to my vibrator, hot and wet too many times, but I was talking about something else."

I was still trying to get over my shock at her frank statement about me sending her home hot and wet. Things like that do wonders for the fragile male ego. But I still wondered what the hell she was talking about, so I asked her.

"Well, sweetie," she said. "You've seen my car, you've ridden in my car, you've driven my car. You've even worked on my car. Don't you think it's time I got to see this famous Mustang of yours that I've heard so much about from everyone?" 

My blood went cold and there was an ominous rushing in my ears. This might be the end of my relationship with Lainie and I really did like her. But I knew that it had to happen, one way or another. "Okay," I said with trepidation. "I'm washing her on Saturday afternoon as usual. Why don't you come over and we'll wash her and then go out for a ride, and maybe dinner and a movie."

"And I'll plan on spending the night, don't forget that," she smirked.

I just nodded my head woodenly because as much as I had dreamed of having sex with Lainie, I was pretty fucking sure that we'd never get that far.

Saturday came, as it always does and right around 1 o'clock in the afternoon, Lainie showed up at my house. She had an overnight bag and a clothes carrier with her. She obviously had no idea of what might happen. My eyes bugged out, when I saw the shorts she was wearing and her T-shirt stopped above her waist showing off a tiny belly button piercing on a remarkably taut tummy. Her legs had a golden tan and seemed to go on forever.

"If you're so interested in my legs, how come you've never tried to get between them?" she laughed as she caught me staring.

"I guess I wanted to enjoy the time we had, and get to know you as well as I could during it," I said.

"Why do you sound like we're about to break up or something, Tim?" she asked. "Did you know that I turn down dates with other guys to spend time with you? I really like you a lot, so you don't have anything to worry about." Then she kissed me, and I have to admit I was a little bit nervous kissing her in front of my house. I had kissed her lots of times, before so it wasn't the kiss. And I really didn't care if my neighbors or friends saw us. The real danger was her planting one on me so close to my house. My heart was beating so loudly that I was sure Elaine could hear it. My sense of dread at what might happen, had a thin river of sweat trickling down my spine.

"This is Elaine, the one I call Lainie. She's really nice, and she loves cars." I said very loudly. Lainie looked at me as if I was a little touched. I took her hand and led her into my house. She looked around and was smiling the whole time. It was really hard for me not to smile as well. She immediately dragged me down onto my sofa and reclaimed her lip lock on me. We sat there smooching for about 10 minutes, and my hands had started wandering around her body when suddenly she popped up like a jack in the box.

"Okay let's go see this car before we get too worked up and don't wash it, or make dinner," she said.

"Are you sure you want to see her now?" I asked nervously. She nodded seriously.

All I've heard from everyone is about your car. Before I ever met you, as soon as people knew that I liked muscle cars, everyone in the building said, "You should see Tim's Mustang. I don't care if it's 80 years old and rusty. I love you, so if it's important to you and you like it, I'll love it too."

"Okay," I said, thinking that it had to happen sooner or later. The garage was attached, so we just walked out a door in the kitchen and into the garage. It was heated and had nice striped flooring panels that matched the car. I kept Lainie behind me as I walked into the garage, but she wasn't having it. She jumped out from my shadow and looked the car over.

"My God, she's beautiful," she screamed, as if she'd just seen a new supermodel. She started trying to walk around the car to see it from all sides, but I quickly grabbed her hand to keep her from walking in front of the car or behind it.

"Is something wrong with the other side of the car?" she asked me suspiciously.

"Chrissie, this is Elaine, I've told you about her. She's really nice, and I have very strong feelings about her. I'd be really upset if anything were to happen to her," I said loudly.

"Lainie looked at me as if I was a little off. I opened the garage door to let some fresh air in. "Should I back her out so we can wash her easier?" asked Lainie.

"I'll do it," I said. I noticed that Elaine looked at me funny.

"So you love me but you don't trust me with your car huh?" she asked.

"Well you two have to get to know each other first," I said.

As I walked towards the car again I smiled. It's funny I've had the car for nearly 5 years now, but I still smile every time I see it. A 2006 Mustang GT, with the shaker hood system and Flowmaster chrome dual exhaust. The car was screaming Yellow with black racing stripes. I had custom chrome bar billet grills in the upper and lower positions that matched. I had a front chin spoiler to increase the aerodynamics, and add extra cooling to the engine compartment. A rear diffuser and rear blackout panels in the back. Cross drilled and slotted rotors all the way around and extra large calipers painted yellow to match the body paint. Elaine was still shaking her head as I got ready to get into the car. 

As I approached the car the door locks popped open, the windows lowered and the engine started. Elaine didn't think anything of it. She did comment on the beauty of the exhaust note that the Flowmasters gave me. I backed the car out of the garage far enough that we could wash it but still stay in the shade for the wax job.




Chrissie a True Slut



Chrissie 'Cums' to prefer the 'Bully Boy' to Fiancée

Again my thanks to Jill for her input and suggestions. If you are easily offended by stories regarding sexual intercourse don't continue reading go buy the dandy!

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Hi my name is Chrissie, I'm a nineteen year old student and I just had to tell someone about my own story. I had a boyfriend who I was engaged too, but after the events I am about to disclose that soon ended.

We, that is my Boyfriend Francis, and I were into our second year at college, and things were fine. We were sexually active for almost the whole of our first year and I was enjoying experimenting with him. However he did have a tendency to arrive early, if you take my meaning. Often leaving me in a state of arousal, and him lying snoring his head off, usually meaning I had to finish the job myself. I'm sure many of you woman will know the feeling!

Anyway to return to the reason for my story, during first year Francis had some trouble with a lad called Jason or 'Bull' as his mates called him. Francis on many occasions would arrive with a split lip, swollen face or bruises all over his body. When I eventually discovered the truth that Jason was bullying him we were already on summer holidays. I had decided that if this bully resumed his treatment of my fiancée I was going to deal with it, Francis was a bit of a mummy's boy when it came to speaking out, or standing up for himself, and it was I who would complain or deal with any issues we occurred during our relationship.

Now when I look back even I realise he was a bit soppy even for me. I never knew what would happen, and certainly not to my own feelings toward bullies like Jason. I still cannot explain my own actions, especially after how things started...

We had been back at college for nearly three weeks, on the Thursday of that third week, when I arrived at our shared flat where I discovered Francis using a bag of peas to reduce the swelling on his cheek and left eye. It was already blackening, despite the cooling effect the iced vegetables were having on the swelling. 

"Has that oaf been bullying you again?" I demanded, already feeling my anger building.

"It's nothing Chris! Honest!"

"It certainly doesn't look like nothing darling." she emphasised.

"that's it I warned you if this continued I was going to sort it out and I will, I'll be back shortly!" and before Francis could object or stop her, without another word she grabbed her jacket, and purse and took off to confront Jason. Francis sat there thinking how much he hated Jason or 'Bull' as he preferred to be called. He was built like one as well solid, athletic and tall and Francis knew he was fed up being his personal punch bag.

Chrissie was flaming mad, and she stomped straight over to Jason's house and rattled the door as if she intended knocking it down. She kept banging on it even when she could hear someone shouting;

"Okay, Okay I'm coming!"

Chrissie ignored the shouts and kept banging her fist on the door until it opened, there standing before her was the cause of her fiancée's bullying. Jason looked down at her, he was at least a foot taller and she swallowed hard before blurting out;

"I'm here to tell you to stop bullying my boyfriend or I'll report you to the police!" she stamped her foot as if to emphasise her statement. "And another thing someone your size should pick on someone your own size not some poor defenceless young man like Francis! You're just a big bully!"

Jason looked at this vision of beauty that was raging at him but hardly noticed a word. He was imagining what it would be like to fuck the arse of her, every time he wanted.

"Well hold on sister!" he eventually said. 

"You've got the last part right but no letter Y in it!"

Chrissie looked at him as she tried to comprehend what he was saying, "what are you talking about no letter Y?" she mimicked.

Well I get called bull, by my friends! You can be my friend anytime sexy!" he smirked.

"There's about as much chance of that as pigs flying!" smarted Chrissie.

"Oh go on don't be such a stiff lipped bitch! Come on give me a kiss and I'll stop bullying your boyfriend!" he said.

"Not a fucking chance!" Chrissie yelled.

Chrissie however was thinking about his offer, she looked at him wondering if he was being serious or not. The two of them stood looking at each other for several minutes. Eventually Chrissie said; "You honestly mean that if I kiss you, you will stop bullying Francis just for a kiss?"

"Yep! That's about the sum total of it! You kiss me and I stop bullying your boyfriend! Do we have a deal?"

Chrissie only thought for a few more moments and then agreed; "Okay, but just so you know It's just a kiss right?"

"Yep just a kiss!" said Jason; he smirked as she looked down at her feet wondering if she was doing the right thing.

"Step inside so no one sees us!" Jason said.

Chrissie stepped inside and Jason shut the door, despite his promises she was nervous and she stood there until Jason pulled her to him and started to kiss her passionately. His lips were soft against hers; his tongue explored her mouth deep, probing and filled with passion. They broke briefly, to breathe and then she found herself wanting more, she felt him pulling her towards him again and this time she was almost willing him to kiss her as passionately as before. Her own tongue, lashed his as they began to get into the kiss.

She found her hands groping his groin, and she let out a soft moan as she discovered a large bulge, far larger than she was used to with Francis. "MMMmmm!" she moaned. Jason at the same time began playing roughly with her tits, through her blouse and jacket.

Briefly his mauling of her tits stopped only long enough to allow him to open her jacket and pull her blouse open. He scooped her tits out of her bra and began pulling hard on her already stiff nipples. Again she moaned through a mouthful of tongue, "Oooooh Mmmmmph!"

Chrissie's mind was in a spin she had never been kissed so passionately or indeed had her tits played with so roughly but boy was she enjoying it? Indeed she was as she felt her pussy begin to grow wetter as his nipple twisting, pulling and deep kissing had the desired effect.

She continued her squeezing and rubbing of the large bulge in his pants, until he pushed her down onto her knees and ordered her to take his cock out of his pants. This wasn't part of the deal she said to herself but at least it meant he was less likely to bully Francis if she did as he asked.

She knelt before him his pant's tented, using both hands she opened the belt buckle, pulled the zipper down and nearly found herself with an eyeful of cock as it jumped out and slapped against her face. "Ohh My God!" she gasped.

"Suck it bitch, good and proper! Save your wimpy assed boyfriend from another beating!"

Chrissie looked at the huge cock in front of her. Her hand couldn't close around its girth, more than another hand depth stuck out of the top, when her hand was at the base next to his heavy hairy balls. "Come on bitch I haven't got all night, I have other woman waiting for some of Bull's cock!"

Chrissie gulped and placed her mouth over the large purple head and sucked hard, a mouthful of pre-cum filled her mouth and she swallowed the sweet tasting fluid. She pushed down and several more inches disappeared into her mouth, her lips stretched obscenely around the thick shaft. Jason began humping his hips into her mouth making his cock hit the back of her throat. Chrissie gagged several times but for some strange reason, far from disliking the treatment she was becoming more and more aroused. 

She used her hand to hold the base of his cock and began stroking it best she could, as Jason continued to fuck her mouth. "Oh yeah not so cocky and uppity now are we you snotty bitch, coming here and demanding I lay off your sissy boyfriend!... wonder what he'd say if he could see you right now eh? On your knees blowing me off?" Jason laughed loudly as he felt himself nearing the point of ejaculation.

Hope you like the taste of cum bitch cos here it fucking comes!" he grunted, held her head by her hair and pumped five big shots of cum into her throat. Chrissie felt her eyes bulge and her throat contract as his seed filled, swallowed, filled and swallowed at each spurt.

They broke apart, and Jason ordered her to clean him up "can't go somewhere else with cum all over my cock can I?" he asked. Once Chrissie had done as he asked and they had redressed Jason held her arm and pushed her out the door.

"You promised not to hurt Francis again!" Chrissie said as she stepped outside.

"I'll think about it...Now fuck off and don't bother me!" he said.

Chrissie returned home and told Francis she had spoken to Jason and that she was sure it would stop. They went to bed and made love, throughout their lovemaking despite how terrible she felt about betraying Francis with what had occurred, all she thought of was Jason and what would it be like if he fucked her. The forceful way he had taken her and made her blow him, had aroused feelings in her that she had never felt before. They were taking over and she had a huge orgasm as Francis lay on top of her and pumped away at her with his average sized cock of six inches.

Chrissie having had a taste of Jason's big thick meaty cock wanted more and it was all she could do to stop herself from crying out his name when she did orgasm. Her feelings of betrayal had all but vanished and she was already planning how to get Jason's fat, hard cock, in her pussy.

The next day, she returned to the flat at midday to discover Francis with an even more beat up face, crying in their bedroom. "Did he do this again?" she asked, already aware of the inevitable answer.

"Right that's fucking it!" she yelled and stormed off before Francis could say anything. 

Chrissie found Jason wandering back to his home and caught up with him, "I thought we had an agreement you and I?" she yelled at him. 

"No little lady we didn't I said I would think about it and I have I going to keep beating him up unless..."

"Unless what?" Chrissie asked

"Unless you agree to let me fuck you that is?"

Despite her wanting to experience his fat cock she was still taken aback by his forwardness. 

"What?" she gasped. "You actually think I would sleep with you just to get you to stop beating up my fiancée?"

"Yep why not?" he smirked "After all your wanting it I can tell from the look in your eyes, all the woman I fuck have that same look in their eyes, when I ask them straight out. None of them refuse, not after sucking on my big boner prior to being asked! And I'll bet you're just the same!"

Chrissie knew she was in a no win situation, she wanted it and he was going to have her right reason or none. She thought about it for a moment and then bowed her head and said; "Okay but not here, tonight at my parents place. Their away for the weekend and so I have free reign of the house. It's just outside Du...!"

"I know where you stay Chrissie, have done for months I'll see you there eight thirty okay?"

"Yes, gives me time to drop Francis off at his parents then you come over okay?"

Jason nodded and walked away, whistling to himself, man it was going to be just grand pumping the tight ass of this bitch later just grand, and he smiled to himself.

Eight thirty saw Jason standing on the steps of a rather smart townhouse, in the suburbs. He knocked on the door and noticed the neighbouring homes were all hidden from view by large evergreen hedges, so no one would know he was here. 

Chrissie let him in and almost immediately threw herself at him and kissed him deeply her tongue exploring the depths of his mouth. Jason was pressed against the wall until he lifted her up and broke the kiss briefly;

"Bedroom?" he asked.

Chrissie used her right hand to point up the stairs then once up them she pointed to a room just off the landing. Jason uses his foot to kick the door open, and as they enter still entwined he kicks it closed, it rattles against the latch, but doesn't close properly. Neither of them care Jason throws her onto the bed and starts to peel off his shirt. Chrissie is lying there undoing her blouse buttons, watching Jason begin to strip.

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Francis was walking towards Chrissies home about four hundred yards away, he had a huge bunch of flowers in his right hand and was whistling happily as he walked towards her house. He was hoping her mood had changed from the run home where she barely said two words.

He was already thinking of her big tits and wet pussy, of how he was hoping she would allow him to suck and lick on them both, before they made love together, him on top giving it to her as usual hard and fast until he came. He rubbed his growing erection and adjusted it in his pants to allow himself to walk more comfortably.

He walked in the driveway and walked up to the front door; he tried the handle and found it locked. He lifted the plant pot at the side of the door and took the key that he knew was there and opened the door before he replaced the key and then let himself in. As he entered he noticed noises coming from upstairs, he laid the flowers down and began ascending the staircase.

The noises he could hear grew louder, and he soon recognised the voice of Chrissie.

"Jesus! It's fucking huge, bigger than it was last night" she moaned.

The noises were coming from Chrissies room, the door was slightly ajar and he peered around the corner, what he saw made his throat close almost to the point of not being able to breathe. His stomach heaved and he was nearly sick, it felt like he had been kicked in the balls. Their on her knees was Chrissie her top pulled off and her tits hanging free with her bra pulled down to below them. Her nipples were sticking out firmly and she had a hold of his enemy, Jason the bully's cock in both hands. Jason was naked and his big cock stuck out beyond the two fisted grip his Chrissie had on it. 

Francis stepped back for fear of being seen, what he didn't realise was the mirror on the wall, facing into the room, would give him away, anyway.

Just at that moment Jason grabbed her hair in his right hand and pulled her towards his cock which he had taken hold of in his left hand; "Open wide, Chrissie you little slut swallow my cock again!"

"You fuckin love it don't you!... You're a slutty little cocksucker Chrissie what are you?"

"I'm your slutty little cocksucker Jason all yours!" moaned Chrissie.

Jason slapped her over the face a few times with his saliva covered cock making Chrissie open her mouth even further trying to capture it as he slapped her. "Right slut you know what to do with it so do it!"

Chrissie took the thick cock and swallowed as much as she could until she gagged. Francis was still in shock as he listened from outside the bedroom, his knees felt weak, and he felt sick so he returned downstairs to the kitchen where he slid to the floor with the wall at his back, he held his head in his hands and started to cry. In moments his sobbing was wracking his body as he knew he had lost his fiancée to the 'Bull' as he was known. His crying became worse at his knowing what he had discovered, the true realisation that, not only was she not stopping Jason she was enjoying his rough treatment of her. 

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Jason was by now using both hands to force her head completely down onto his cock. Her nose was bashing against his pubic area and her chin was mashing against his balls on every inward thrust. Saliva was flying everywhere as he ferociously fucked her face and throat mercilessly. Jason was thrusting his hips in and out, his cock sliding smoothly in and out of her mouth and throat, gone was the gagging, now Chrissie was helping him fuck her face by pulling on his buttocks as she enjoyed the almost brutal pleasure he was receiving from her mouth and throat.

He looked down to see that every time he withdrew his cock was covered in more saliva. He stopped thrusting and Chrissie took over bobbing her head up and down like a woodpecker on his cock, deep throating him every time. Faster and faster she went until finally she heard Jason let out a huge moan; "Aaaaaaaaargh!"

Chrissie felt the same feeling as the night before, his cock swelled in her mouth and the back of her throat as she felt spurt after huge spurt flow down her throat into her gullet. When Jason had stopped cumming, he pulled his cock from her mouth and Chrissie grabbed it kissing all over it, up and down the shaft underneat his cock and all over his balls. She ran her tongue around his glans, licking every last drop up and coating his semi hard cock in her saliva. "Mmmmmm that was delicious!" she moaned

"There's more to come Chrissie, you randy little slut!" he groaned.

Chrissie licked her lips and said "I sure hope so lover!" 

"What to do with you next is my biggest problem!" said Jason as he looked at her tits coated in a mixture of saliva, cum and pre-cum. he picked her up and threw her onto the bed again, he then knelt between her legs, leaned down and kissed her hard, before starting to lick and kiss her messed up tits. "Ohhhhh yeah Mmmm tasty!" he moaned.

Then he surprised her, he pushed her tits together, straddled her chest and placed his semi hard cock between them. He used his thumb and fingers to pinch her nipples hard as he began thrusting his cock between her tits. 

"Just too good a pair of tits not to have a titty fuck!" he laughed as Chrissie opened her mouth and managed to suck on the tip of his cock on each forward thrust. Chrissie was moaning with pleasure from this new experience, it was like nothing she had felt before. Her pussy was literally dripping at this point as Jason tit fucked her through two mini orgasms. Jason was by now using his thighs to grip her tits and was pulling hard on her nipples just as he tensed and began to pump another big load of cum all over her tits, neck and face. Chrissie had gasped and then laughed as his cum plastered her. 

Once again Jason lent down and sucked on her nipples, tits and neck before kissing her and sharing the mixture of saliva and cum between them. She slid a hand down towards Jason's groin and let out a surprised gasp "You're hard already!" 

"Sure am and I know where it's going!" he grunted. "Get on all fours!"

Chrissie knelt on the bed her knickers, sopping wet and a large damp patch spreading all over the crotch of her jeans. Jason stared at the tight ass that was now facing him and he smacked her ass hard. Chrissie let out a yell "Ooooowwww!" she looked around and he slapped her ass again. "Ohhh god that's so sexy, go on spank my ass you fucker!" Jason gave her ass several more hard slaps before reaching around and opening her jeans and pulling them down her thighs. Her ass had great big hand prints all over it, and he could see her clean shaven pussy dripping in juices.

Chrissie eased one leg at a time up, and Jason pulled both jeans and knickers of throwing them aside. He knelt behind her and looked at her pussy. Her labia, thick and puffy, her juices running down her inner thighs, he leant in and inhaled the musky scent of arousal. Jason held her ass open and licked all over her pussy and asshole making Chrissie pant and moan longingly.

Jason grinned as he teasingly pulled her legs apart and said; "I have a big surprise for you my little slut!"

Jason ran his tongue right along the puffy slit of her pussy. Chrissie moaned seductively she had never experienced this before and it felt good, real good, it was exciting and at the same time it frightened her a bit. Jason's tongue was by now moving faster and faster along her slit causing previously unknown feelings to excite and arouse her to a point she thought she would surely burst. "Oh God! Oh God! Don't stop... please DONT stop!" she screamed as another wave of pleasure hit her. 




Chrissie a True Slut



Chrissie was by now pushing her pussy back onto Jason's tongue eager for more of the delightful feelings to flood her ever responding body. Her hips began to wriggle on his mouth and tongue so Jason began to lick deeper and deeper, stopping only to ensure he caused even more arousal by lengthy administrations on her clitoris. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" she yelled, her pussy was having feelings she had never experienced before. It tingled, pulsed, throbbed and a pressure built up inside her. It started deep inside her abdomen, moving slowly but determinedly towards her pussy. Jason realising what was happening stopped as quickly as he had started and Chrissie became frustrated. "NO! NO! NO!... NOT NOW!" she squealed.

Jason wanted her to cum but not just then, he crept up onto his knees and kissed his way all over her ass, and lower back. "Why'd you stop?" she asked still panting like a well exercised puppy. 

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During this event Francis had returned to the doorway determined to put a stop to what he had seen. But as soon as he got to the door and put a hand towards the knob he lost his nerve and instead once again he began crying at the sounds he could hear from Inside Chrissie's room. The sounds were like a knife to his heart as he realised his trying to stop it would almost certainly result in another huge beating from Jason. Francis didn't know this but Jason had heard him sobbing, and knew he was watching, having caught his image in the mirror that hung near to the door.

"Tell me Chrissie why did you let me come here tonight? After all I only really met you yesterday?" 

Chrissie thought for a minute and some of the regret she had first felt or was it guilt made her stammer slightly. "I...don't...I just...I?"

"well after we kissed and you know...you made me suck you off , well I wanted more of your big cock!...Fran...Francis never...well he doesn't match up to your size or indeed your lovemaking!"

"Surely that's not all!...what about your Fiancée!" Jason teased.

"He's just too much of a wimp I want a man's man, one like you that can give a girl just what she needs or wants!"

Jason grinned as he looked at the mirror on the wall that clearly showed Francis in the doorway, saw Francis start to cry, and sniggered to himself as he realised he didn't know that he, could be seen.

"Tell me what you want then Chrissie! Tell me EXACTLY what you want me to do to you!" he grunted loudly.

"I want you to fuck me till I beg you to stop!... I want to feel you fill my womb with your cum!" she cried out as Jason's fingers started to play with her pussy and her clitoris received special attention from his thumb. 

This was only a minor delay in proceedings as Jason positioned her legs either side of his legs and grabbed her tits, sliding his thick cock deep inside her well lubricated pussy. Deeper and deeper he went on every thrust until he finally felt his pubic bone smash against hers. Jason was grunting loudly as he fucked her, he watched his cock slamming into her wet hole and squirts of love juice escaping from inside her as his thick cock stretched her out.

Chrissie was in heaven, her head swam with pleasure her body seemed to be constantly filled with ripple after ripple of pleasure. 

"FUCK ME YOU BASTARD!...FUCK ME WITH THAT BIG FUCKING COCK OF YOURS!... MAKE ME CUM, MAKE ME CUM YOU FUCKER!... MAKE ME CUMMMMM!"

Her body bucked wildly, and she screamed with pleasure as Jason's cock penetrated her to depths she had never before experienced. Jason's cock was by now almost a blur as he slammed his cock into her at an alarming rate. Riding his cock was all she wanted, the pleasure she was receiving was like nothing she had ever felt before. Her sole interest was to please her lover, the pressure feeling she had experienced before swam over her again filling her lower abdomen and her pussy. 

Jason felt her pussy tighten, he withdrew one final time and thrust inwards with all his force and held her there. "OH GOD! DONT STOP! Keep pounding me PLEASE! You're so deep inside me! Yes! Yes! Yes! I'M GONNA CUM!... OH GOD I'M CUMMING!"

Chrissie felt as if an explosion had occurred in her stomach and exploded out through her pussy. As Jason exploded in his own orgasm with a loud yell! "Urrrrrgh! UUUUUMPH!"

Chrissie came harder than she had ever done before, the force of her orgasm resulted in floods of cum gushing, squirting out past the sides of Jason's cock. Her mind and body felt as if an electric shock had taken place they tingled and felt numb at the same time. As they lay there recovering Jason spoke to her softly.

"So do you want to be my regular girlfriend Chrissie?"

"Oh god yes PLEASE!" she groaned.

Jason looked towards the mirror, there stood Francis, red eyed, tears streaming down his face as he heard his fiancée dissolve their relationship, and the bully take the last part of his life that meant anything. 

"So no fucking anyone else but me right?" Jason gloated at his victim's loss.

"I only ever want your cock Jason, only yours!" Chrissie moaned.

Jason leant in and whispered to her, look at the mirror on the wall!"

Chrissie looked and saw Francis standing there, all teary eyed and sobbing like a baby. The two of them laughed as he walked away, knowing he was finally alone.



chrissie: Alone



© JeanPaul 2002. Remember – adhere to 'safe, sane and consensual' practices. Play safe!

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chrissie was only half awake as she waited for her 'Hotmail' inbox to open. she took a sip from her first coffee of the day, and then jolted wide-awake as she saw the email from her Mistress, Candice. her fingers trembled and her breath caught in her throat as she immediately double-clicked to open it. It had been a week since she had received an email from either Master Mikolas or her Mistress, and 8 weeks since she and stephen decided to submit to Them. The 8 weeks had been intense, not only with the rigorous lifestyle training but also with the 'adventures' that Candice and Mikolas dreamed up. The email opened, and chrissie felt the heat shoot through her as she read the first line.

"An adventure, just for chrissie," read the opening line. "At 11:45 a.m. today, you will present yourself at the Tower Commerce Building, just around the corner from your office. Take the elevator to suite 2801, and tell the receptionist that you have an appointment with the Chairman. When she asks your name, just say chrissie."

chrissie felt her nipples hardening and her pussy lubricating as she read her Mistress' words. she wondered what would happen to her, the thought of not obeying never crossing her mind. 

"Wear your yellow sun dress and the white bra and panty set We brought you from Paris. Before you leave your office to go to the Tower Commerce Building, remove the bra."

"you will be back at work by 1:30... Mistress Candice"

chrissie ran upstairs to tell stephen, who was still in the shower. This would be the first time that either of them had an adventure without the other, and chrissie wondered what was going to happen...

The morning seemed to crawl by, and chrissie was sure that everyone knew she was on her way to an adventure at lunchtime. her nipples ached and her clit felt like it was being pinched. Concentrating on her job was out of the question. she kept checking her Hotmail account to see if there were any further instructions from Candice or Mikolas, but there were none.

At 11:30, chrissie went to the ladies room and entered a stall. she slipped the sundress from her shoulders and pulled it down to her waist so that she could remove her bra. chrissie had always been self conscious about her smallish breasts, but her nipples were another matter. They were extremely sensitive, and erected easily. she cupped her breasts and gently squeezed the hard nipples, teasing herself as she had wanted to do all morning. The sensations went straight to her clit, and chrissie moaned with her need. she reluctantly released her nipples and readjusted her dress. As an afterthought, she lifted her dress and saw that her panties were soaked. she blushed as she realized that the white material clearly showed the condition of her pussy. chrissie lowered her panties and wiped herself, trying to remove some of the moisture. The efforts, however, only served to arouse her even more as she could clearly smell her sex-scent in the confines of the cubicle. she hastily pulled her panties up and smoothed the dress over her hips. Putting the bra in her purse, she left the stall and paused briefly in front of the mirror to check her makeup. chrissie was shocked to see how her erect, plum-colored nipples showed through the pale yellow of the sundress. she hurried from the ladies room and straight to the elevator, hoping she wouldn't see any of her coworkers on the way down to street level.

The Tower Commerce Building was only a short walk, but chrissie felt that everyone on the street knew her secret, that they were staring at her prominent nipples. she entered the building and saw the elevators at the center of the foyer. Punching the button for the 28th floor, she wondered what Candice and Mikolas were doing here, and what they had arranged this time. 

Suite 2801 was at the end of the hall. A very elaborate set of double glass doors bore the name of the firm – Wiltshire Investments. chrissie hesitated slightly before she entered – it was exactly 11:45.

The reception area was stunning. Classic furniture filled the space, tastefully set off by large plants of all descriptions. An antique reception desk provided a focal point, behind which sat a beautiful young girl, about 19 years old by chrissie's quick reckoning. chrissie crossed the foyer and stood in front of the receptionist, who smiled and asked if she could help. "i'm here for an appointment with the chairman. My name is chrissie," she said. chrissie was certain that the girl could detect the nervousness in her voice.

The receptionist smiled, and chrissie wondered if she really knew why she was here. The thought sent shivers through her.

"Yes, you are expected. But I have been asked to give you these instructions first, and have you take a seat in that wing-backed chair over there." The receptionist handed chrissie an envelope, and pointed her to a chair to the left of the reception desk.

chrissie was surprised, and a little nonplussed. As she took her seat, she realized that the receptionist had used the word 'instructions'. she wondered if that was intentional – could the receptionist really know why she was there?

chrissie opened the envelope and felt a deep blush run through her body as she read the handwritten note from Mikolas.

"chrissie – you have done very well at your lessons in subservience, and Mistress and I feel it is time to test you. As Our submissive, you are required to obey any reasonable request We make of you. Since We are the sole judges of what is reasonable, your choice is to obey or leave."

chrissie wondered whether Master and Mistress truly understood the depth of Their hold over her, how They seemed to be able to reach deep inside her most innermost, secret person to release the desires locked away there. Somehow, she knew that They did know, and They knew that she would not leave. 

"We have decided to loan you out for your adventure today. We have discussed this with you before, so other than the timing, you should not be surprised. you will obey every command given to you today as if it was directly from Mistress or Me, until 1:10 p.m., when you will be released."

Oh gawd, thought chrissie – They aren't here! Who am i being given to? The thought of being Dommed by a complete stranger thrilled her, even though it would have repulsed her just a few months ago. she wondered again how Master and Mistress knew so much about her hidden fantasies.

she continued reading the note, and was mortified by what she read next.

"The receptionists name is krista. she has been timing you since you sat down and opened these instructions. you have 2 minutes from that time to remove your panties. Failure to do so will result in the ending of your adventure, and your failure to obey Our instructions. Do not stand up – remove your panties where you are sitting. Then you will hand them to Krista and truly begin your adventure. Obey!" chrissie shot a glance at the receptionist, and saw that she was truly timing her. krista was holding her wristwatch up, and staring at her. chrissie rapidly tried to guess how much time had elapsed, and realized that she had no time to waste.

she frantically looked around the reception area. How could she be sure someone wouldn't wander in at any moment? she couldn't...

With krista looking on, chrissie quickly raised her hips and her dress, and hooked her thumbs into the top of her panties. Hesitating only momentarily, she closed her eyes and slipped them down over her ass and thighs, and down her legs. she sat back down on the chair so that she could pull them down over her feet. They caught for a second on her sandals, and she frantically freed them, stood up and readjusted her dress. chrissie walked back to krista, who was smiling at her now. 

krista held out her hand, and chrissie handed over her panties. Without breaking eye contact, krista opened the damp bundle of material in her hands, and made an elaborate show of feeling them. chrissie's face reddened as she realized that the young girl was feeling the juices – chrissie's juices - that had soaked through the crotch of the white panties.

krista picked up the phone, dialed a number and spoke. "chrissie is here, and she is ready." krista listened for a few seconds, and then hung up. "Follow me," she said.

chrissie followed krista through another doorway and down a hall. The hall was as well decorated as the foyer, with artwork displayed prominently. There were offices all along the hall, and chrissie could see into some of them. They were all large and decorated in the same expensive, tasteful fashion that marked the reception area. Everything exuded wealth, and class.

At the end of the hall was another, smaller reception area. Only two doors opened off this area, and both were closed. A stunning redhead, slightly older than krista, sat behind the desk. She rose as chrissie approached, but ignored her to tell krista that she would take over the main reception area, and that krista was to take chrissie directly into the boardroom.

krista led chrissie through one of the doors, and chrissie found herself in another breathtaking room. This room was large, and the centerpiece was a boardroom table that would seat about twenty people. On one side of the room an elaborate buffet was spread out, with hot and cold selections. The aroma was tantalizing.

krista ordered chrissie to stand for an 'inspection' in the middle of the room. chrissie needed no further instructions, having been trained repeatedly by Master and Mistress. she spread her legs apart, and clasped her hands behind her head. she would hold that pose until instructed otherwise.

chrissie saw krista leave through another door, which she closed softly. With a shock, she realized that the main door was still wide open behind her, and that anyone who wandered down the hall could see her standing in her 'inspection' position.

chrissie did not have long to wait before the door opened again, and krista walked back in just ahead of another woman. krista was now wearing a maid's apron, and nothing other than red stilettos. The apron was arranged so that her breasts were exposed, and her entire back was bare.

The second woman was stunning. She was a statuesque brunette, and she was wearing very tasteful business attire. She wore a dark dress that came to her knees, with a string of white pearls at her neck. 

She looked at chrissie with amusement in her eyes, and spoke to krista without looking at her. "Remove her dress."

"Yes, Mistress Chairman," replied krista.

chrissie realized with a start that this tall brunette was the 'chairman', and that she was a Domme.

chrissie stood absolutely still as krista removed her dress. she noticed that krista's hands made more contact with her than was strictly necessary to do the Dommes bidding, and she felt the wetness growing again between her legs. she unclasped her hands to allow the dress to be lifted up and over her head, and then she was standing there in only her sandals. chrissie's breath was coming in shallow gasps now, as her hard nipples were exposed to the air conditioning. she clasped her hands behind her head again, and spread her legs further apart. 

"Very good, chrissie. I see that Candice and Mikolas have trained you well." 

The Domme walked around chrissie, appraising her. chrissie wished that She would touch her, caress her, anything to bring her arousal closer to the surface. she was aching to be used, just as if it were her Master and Mistress, and she resolved to make them proud of her. 

Then she felt the Dommes hand caressing her ass, moving to the tops of her legs and squeezing her ass cheeks. chrissie barely suppressed a moan that was starting deep in her throat. The fingers gently, fleetingly explored the crack of her ass and tickled her in the sensitive area between her asshole and her pussy. The touch was so brief and fleeting that chrissie thought she might have imagined it. she moved back slightly to increase the contact, but the fingers were gone. she moaned audibly now.

"Quiet, My little pet," whispered the Domme, "there is much more to come."

The Domme walked around in front of chrissie, and stared into her eyes until chrissie lowered her gaze to the floor. As she looked down, she could see her nipples standing out from her small breasts, and she hoped that the Domme found them pleasing. As if in silent answer, the Domme took them in her fingers and pulled them up and away from her chest. chrissie's knees began to buckle, but she caught herself just in time, and resumed her spread-legged stance. The brief pain turned into pleasure, and chrissie felt the spasms again, running straight down her body to her clit. Suddenly, her nipples were released, and she closed her eyes at the sensation, breathing through clenched teeth.

"I assume you have been taught a submission position, chrissie. Assume it."

chrissie dropped to her hands and knees on the floor, and then lowered herself so that he breasts were pressed into the carpet. her ass was raised in the air, and she spread her knees wide apart. she turned her head sideways, and reached back with both hands and held her ass cheeks open as she arched her back just like she had been taught.

"Very good, chrissie, but I want you on the table – right in the center."

chrissie was panting now with the need to be touched more completely. she could feel her wetness seeping out of her cunt and running down her inner thighs. she was certain that she could smell her own scent, and wondered if the Domme could smell her, too.

chrissie stood and moved toward the boardroom table. Just as she was about to climb up on it, she was ordered to wait.

"Put the restraints on her now, krista."

krista fastened restraints at chrissie's wrists, ankles, and just above her knees. And then she attached a blindfold. 

krista helped chrissie up onto the table, and as chrissie was about to resume her submissive position, the Domme again spoke.

"On your back, chrissie. Restrain her, krista."

chrissie rolled over onto her back. her hands were fastened together, and she felt them drawn up over her head and fastened to the end of the table. her breasts were stretched flat against her chest, and the position only served to heighten the sensations in her swollen nipples. 

Next, chrissie's knees were bent back and spread wide open. The restraints at her ankles and knees were tied off to the sides of the table, and chrissie was helpless. she pictured herself in this completely exposed position, her cunt and asshole wide open for viewing or using, and she pulled against the bondage to test it. The security was exciting to chrissie, and she reveled in the knowledge that she was unable to resist whatever use she was to be put to. 

"Mikolas and Candice have chosen well, My pet. your arousal is plain to see, and you will be completely shamed before My little luncheon party is through today. you like that don't you?"

chrissie bit her lip at the Dommes question. Were her desires so transparent? 

"Answer Me, you little slut."

chrissie managed a whimper. "Yes, Mistress."

"you have willingly placed yourself in My control, chrissie. And you are obviously, shamelessly wet with your secret desires." The Domme ran a finger slowly through the folds of chrissie's pussy, back to front, and ended with a teasing flick to her swollen clit. chrissie strained in her bonds as the Domme held her finger at chrissie's nostrils. she could smell the scent of her own arousal, and then the finger was inserted into her mouth so that she could taste herself. chrissie loved this, and suckled eagerly. Then the finger was withdrawn.

"krista, our guests will be arriving shortly. Finish preparing chrissie."

chrissie wondered what 'preparation' meant, but didn't have long to wait. she felt the tip of a lubricated finger twirling around the tight ring of her anus, and she squirmed as she felt the tip of it enter her. The finger worked slowly but insistently, gradually insinuating itself deep into her most private place. chrissie began to hunch her hips, trying to get more of it inside her, more stimulation, but just as she thought she might cum from the attention, the finger withdrew. chrissie moaned in frustration, her hips continuing their gyrations for a few more seconds. Just as she calmed down, she again felt something against her puckered rear opening. This wasn't a finger, it was smooth and warm. As krista worked it into her, she felt her asshole being spread wider and wider. she realized with a start that it was a butt plug, and she gasped as the widest part forced her open, and she then felt her tight anal ring clamp down on the narrow neck of the device. It was now firmly lodged inside her, and despite her efforts, she could neither expel it nor pull it deeper. The sensation of having her ass filled in this way was unbelievable.

krista's fingers next found their way to chrissie's taught, swollen nipples. The right nipple was pulled up and away from her chest, and squeezed tightly. chrissie felt tears welling in her eyes even as the spasms shot through her twitching clit. Then the nipple clamp was attached. It was almost a relief after the twisting of krista's fingers. chrissie didn't even have a chance to relax before the left nipple received the same treatment. 

chrissie was left alone for a few minutes, during which time she began to sense a curious, warming sensation in her ass. At first she thought it was her imagination, but then she realized that something had been put on the butt plug that was generating an itching, hot sensation. she began to squirm, moving her hips in an attempt to relieve the maddening sensation. Then she felt it on her nipples, too. It wasn't unbearable from a pain perspective, but she was powerless to stop the motions of her body in response to the torment.

chrissie was writhing in her bonds when she heard the first people arriving. They came over to the table and made various comments about her, as if she was an inanimate object of curiosity. There were males as well as females, and chrissie was truly shamed and aroused at the same time. The emotions seemed to play on her mind – the more shame she felt at her predicament, the more aroused she became. The more aroused she became, particularly as she struggled in her bonds for relief, the more shamed she became.

she imagined people looking at her exposed pussy, at her asshole stretched tight around the butt plug. The conversation made it clear that everything she imagined was plain for them to see. she heard comments about her shaved pussy, about the size of her clit and the way it was twitching. she heard one particularly uppity woman commenting about the shameful the way her pussy was dripping down onto and around the plug in her ass, and the way that she was moving her hips like she needed to be fucked. chrissie's mind was exploding, "Of course i need to be fucked you bitch!" but she kept her words to herself, since the Domme had threatened to gag her if she spoke.

chrissie thought the luncheon would never end. she could hear people serving themselves from the buffet, and the sounds of them dining while they sat at the table around her. At one point, she honestly thought she could cum by clenching her ass around the butt plug and moving her hips, but she realized it was only enough to keep her on the edge. Yet she couldn't stop moving because of the maddening, burning itch in her ass and on her nipples. she no longer cared about the sight she was presenting to these anonymous guests. If she could cum right there in front of all of them, she would. her struggles elicited endless comments, which only served to drive her arousal to ever-increasing heights. If only her Master and Mistress were here to take her and use her... she hoped that They would be proud of her.




chrissie: Alone



The Domme at last called an end to the luncheon, and chrissie heard people leaving. krista was ordered to clear the table, and chrissie heard her doing that while she continued to struggle. she was whimpering now, and thought she would scream shortly if she didn't obtain some relief. 

"Very good, My little pet," she heard the Domme say. "Candice and Mikolas should be very proud of you. I know that I would be if you belonged to Me. I have rarely had such a pleasing centerpiece at one of My special luncheons."

chrissie strained even harder in her bonds, as she absorbed the words of praise. "Please, Mistress, please... may i speak?"

The Domme laughed, "It seems that you already have, little one. But go ahead."

"Please Mistress," chrissie begged, "i need to cum. i've been a good little slut, i need to cum. i can't stand it any more..." chrissie had found new energy now that she was allowed to speak, and her struggles intensified. It seemed that the entire world had reduced to the space between her nipples, her clit and her tortured asshole.

chrissie sensed the Domme climbing onto the table, and the next sensation was that of a female sex-scent close to her face. she struggled to find the source, moving her head up and around as much as her bondage would allow. The Domme hiked Her dress and pulled Her panties aside, lowering Herself to chrissie's face. chrissie felt the Dommes thighs astride her, and sobbed as she began to lick and probe the hot wetness that enveloped her. she was moaning and crying with her desire. If only she could please this Woman, She would have to grant her a release...

"krista – service chrissie – now!"

chrissie felt krista's hands on the inside of her thighs, and thrust her pelvis up. At the same time as she felt krista's tongue on her soaked, swollen pussy, she felt the butt plug spring to life. Gawd, it was a vibrating plug. 

krista's tongue found chrissie's twitching clit just as the orgasm overcame her. she came in waves, one orgasm not even receding before the next was upon her. she heard the Domme screaming that She was cumming, too, and chrissie crashed into the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced...

chrissie was untied and allowed to shower in the small, private washroom off the Dommes office. she applied her makeup with trembling hands, and dressed slowly. It was all she could do to walk down the hall past all the offices, wondering who had seen her and wondering if they would recognize her on the street.

she was amazed to find that she was back at work at 1:30, and couldn't wait to hear from Master and Mistress. chrissie opened her hotmail inbox and found a message from Them.

"We are proud of you chrissie. Mistress Chairman tells Us you acquitted yourself well. There is one more instruction, however, and you will obey. you are not to tell stephen of your adventure today. Mistress Chairman wants to make him the 'centerpiece' next week..."

Please vote. And please email your comments. You can read other stories by JeanPaul posted here. We are a r/l (real life) couple, and appreciate your emails and 'comments'. If you simply wish to chat and explore this lifestyle, that's OK too. You can reach Us at the address in my profile - and you can be assured that We will answer all emails. Remember – ss&c – and play safe! 



Chrissie and JuLee



This adventure deals with my only bi-sexual experience with a woman, which I will remember always as wonderful.

One of the most important things you learn as a Realtor is the importance of a Title Officer as they can make your job much easier. 

Once licensed I sought out a local Title Company and immediately became fast friends with Chrissie, their Office Manager. We had much in common, as her mother was Asian and her father Caucasian. 

She was a beautiful woman but unlike me very conservative, as she wore almost no make-up and dressed like a middle-aged woman even though we were the same age.

Chrissie was engaged to a great guy. Bob who was a very successful stockbroker. Unfortunately, they were constantly at odds about their work schedules etc. 

They had been engaged about two years and wanted to purchase a home before they were married. I had spent an entire weekend showing them available properties.

The following week Chrissie and I had scheduled our usual Friday lunch and I drove to her office to pick her up. Since she was the Office Manager she had a private office and kept her door closed. 

I knocked once before walking in. She was sitting at her desk working. I sat down and we talked. 

"Have you and Bob decided on a house yet?" I asked curiously. 

She raised her left hand showing her engagement ring was missing. 

"Oh no, what happened?" I asked. 

"We've decided to break-up because our businesses are too important to us and our goals have too big an effect on our relationship," she answered calmly. 

She went on to explain before breaking into tears. 

We both stood up at the same time and I went around to give her a hug. Her eyes were swollen from crying and I kissed them trying to make her feel better which apparently shocked her. 

She pulled her head back, looked at me strangely and asked, "can I kiss you?" 

I said, "of course!" expecting our usual peck on the cheek, but she kissed me full on the mouth which I found to be very enjoyable although unusual. 

The kiss seemed to last forever and afterward she apologized, saying she was an emotional wreck which is unusual for we Asian women. 

We decided to postpone lunch and I asked if she wanted to come to my house tonight. My husband had taken the kids to a local theme park for the weekend because I had an open house on Sunday and we could talk openly about her breakup.

She accepted the invitation and arrived late as usual. 

We sat and talked for about two hours and she said she felt much better, and really appreciated my being her friend and confidant these last several years. 

I suggested we sit in the hot tub and listen to music. 

"I did'nt bring a bathing suit." Chrissie answered. "So what," no one will see us." I smiled, and she said "ok."

We went into the bedroom. I undressed as Chrissie watched, she reached out and ran her hand over my bare midsection. "How do you have such a flat stomach after two kids?" she asked. "Walking and about one hundred situps a day," I answered.

Chrissie slid her hand down into my pubic hair and remarked "you have so much hair down there, and it's so soft and I have almost none." 

"Sometimes less is better," I replied reaching for a towel from the rack.

She waited until I left, undressed, took the largest towel from the rack and came out totally covered.

I laughed and asked her if she planned on wearing that in the tub. 

She said no but stepped in with the towel still on. 

I reached up, and pulled it off and was awestruck by the beautiful body before me. 

Chrissie was almost perfect, medium breasts with small dark nipples, wide hips, slim waist, and lovely legs and a beautiful ass, but sparse pubic hair, which I actually found very appealing. 

"Why do you hide that beautiful body under all those clothes?" I asked. She shrugged her shoulders and started to cry. 

I stood up and held her, as I was cold after standing my nipples were quite hard and rubbed against hers, which quickly became hard too. Our bodies were so close they seemed like one. This time I kissed her and she responded by sliding her tongue into my mouth. I reciprocated by sliding mine into hers.

We looked at each other as though to ask "where do we go from here"? Chrissie asked, " Have you ever been with a woman before,?" 

I said "no" and she said "neither have I." We both agreed that the kissing and closeness of our bodies was arousing us so we decided to see what happened.

By then the confusion of being sexually aroused by another woman and the body contact had really excited me, and I decided it was best to sit down before I got carried away too soon. 

Chrissie sat next to me and I turned the jets on low.

She was sitting in front of one and it startled her. She stood partially up and the warm water rushed between her legs hitting her pussy, but she didn't move. 

All she said was "oh shit!" which was the first time in several years of friendship I had heard her swear. She then asked, " Have you ever stood like this in front of the jets?" 

I replied "no" and she said "try it."

I slid over the jet and understood what she meant. The feeling of the water flowing between my legs was unimaginable and brought me almost to the point of cumming. 

I remained standing and put my hand between my spread legs with a finger between the lips of my pussy as Chrissie watched intently.

She began rubbing her nipples and put her hand between her legs, slid a finger into her pussy and upon removing it offered it to my mouth, which I readily accepted.

She continued watching me and after several minutes said, "can I help?" 

I said of course and she told me to sit on the edge of the tub, which I did. 

She immediately spread my legs wide and began kissing my thighs and licking my pussy. 

I edged forward and she put her tongue deep inside me, I anchored my legs around her neck and held her for a long time. The last thing I wanted to do was cum now, so I released her and slid onto the seat in the tub and began to suck her nipples. She moaned loudly as they began to harden in my mouth. 

Suddenly, she stood up in front of me with her hands on her hips and said, "I love the taste of your pussy, try mine." 

She turned around, spread her legs and put that gorgeous ass in my face and bent over exposing two sexy, swollen lips to my mouth. I parted the lips of her pussy with my fingers, slid my tongue between them as her whole body shuddered. 

"Oh God, suck me, lick my cum, please don't stop, ever." She said between breaths.

The taste of her pussy was like salty honey and I enjoyed licking her juices, and thinking her fiancé was a fool to leave anything this good. 

She came quickly and abundantly and collapsed into my arms. She curled up like a small child on my lap as we embraced, kissed and tried to calm down from our sexual high. 

She said that was the first time she had experienced oral sex as her "ex" was not into it, but she had seen it in films during college.

We agreed that it was a good time to go inside, which we did.

We dried each other and laid on the bed side by side kissing and caressing each others body. 

Chrissie asked, "does this mean we are Lesbians?" I said, "I don't think so because sex is like Korean food, if you never try it you will never know if you like it."

Chrissie said she wanted to do something she had seen in a movie and I said "ok." 

She told me to kneel on the bed with my legs spread as wide as possible, which I did. She laid back down and put her face between my legs just below my pussy and said, "lower your hips." 

I complied by putting the lips of my pussy on her mouth as she ran her tongue deep inside me, at the same time I leaned forward and buried my face between her legs sucking on her clit and licking every inch of her pussy. 

It was though we were trying to devour each other, as we experienced feelings we had never known before.

We both came several times and laid exhausted between each others legs slowly licking and sucking each others juices. 

After a short rest we decided to sleep, with our faces completely covered in each other's cum we embraced and slept through the night. 

The following morning we awoke late, and decided that sex between women is unbelievable, but, nothing will replace a mans hard cock.

Chrissie and I have developed an almost sistership and when the time and place are right we share each other's bodies. 

She is happily married now and we still have lunch every Friday.