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I'm Your Little Slut

By: Perfideous



I hung up the phone after speaking with Gerald for the last time. It was over, he was sorry, he hoped we could be friends still, he wished there was a better way he could tell me but better now than later. I had listened, numb, the only man I had imagined myself with, the one who's surname I had spent hours writing, the one whose children I couldn't wait to bear just so I might please him had been led by his pecker to someone new- and younger. I had managed to say "Oh" and "uh huh" from my end of the phone and that was enough for the entire conversation. She was there, I could tell -he got distracted and I heard her breathing on the phone; not heavily- she wanted to be there for the kill. Tell the bitch good bye. Yeah.

It was just six forty two and I had got in from my Aerobics class- which I did to try to keep in shape for him. Not a lot of point now I thought; the bitterness starting to come through as the reality of being dumped hit me. I went to the fridge and got out a rum and coke mixer. That went with me to the sofa where I curled up in a little ball and let the tears flow. I finished my drink then went back to get another to keep me company on my sofa while I thought. Well that was a mistake- I couldn't think. How do you think when your mind is going at a million miles an hour? So I settled for drinking myself stupid and climbed into my bed at ten utterly schickered. 

By morning I had a head ache you would not believe and felt just as bad as I did the night before only worse because of the head ache. It was a work day so I drove in, put the BMW (the used BMW) in my car park (which I had to pay for) and went in to do my job in the purchasing department. It wasn't stunning but I had wanted to keep my income below that of my beloved Gerald and so had turned down promotions when offered so he would earn more than me. 

We girls have one release tool men don't; we complain to our friends and colleagues and so at lunch time as we sat outside, coffee in one hand, cigarette in the other I repeated word for word what he had said while giving a somewhat more eloquent version of my responses- well I'm allowed. The girls were riveted. Helen listened open mouthed, Maria keep shaking her head and saying in her Hispanic accent "that bastard" while Francine kept touching my arm and sighing.

Well I felt better after that, someone told the boss and she came over to say she had heard I had had some disappointing news and if I wanted to I could slip away early today. I was tempted but on instinct told her thanks but no, it was important that I got on with life without him and I'd be just fine. I was too; I buried myself in my work and blocked him out- until I went to the bathroom. Then it hit me and I sat on my seat in the cubicle with my head in my hands sobbing. 

I heard a voice, Francine's, "Cindy? Honey is that you?"

"Uh huh," I managed.

'

"Can you come out honey?"

Well I could but I really didn't want to so I gave her, "yeah, I guess." 

She waited a minute then said,

"Come out now please."

It was an order and I obeyed getting up off the seat- I didn't need to flush; I'd gone before then went back in to sit because I had started crying- and opening the door. She was right there with her arms out for me.

She hugged me tight while I sobbed on her shoulder. It was stupid, now I thought about it, how upset I was over losing him. I mean he wasn't that good looking, he definitely had the start of a bald spot and he was obviously going to get fat. Not only that but he was never going to earn much; I turned every job down, every job turned him down but I had invested so heavily in him, pinned all my hopes on him that the feeling of loss had been overwhelming. Why, I'd even got into a raging argument with my Dad over him- Dad couldn't stand him- so I'd given all this loyalty and my reward was getting dropped? It wasn't fair. Well it bloody well wasn't.

I cried myself out as she held me, stroking my back and planting little kisses on my cheek. .She was so comforting but I just felt hollow; I had no more tears but it all just seemed so utterly pointless. What was I going to do? Go home, go to work, go home, go to work and I thought of those lines from the Janice Iain song about those of us with ravaged faces, lacking in the social graces, desperately remain at home, inventing lovers of our own... not that my face was actually ravaged that was just the words to the- get on with it? OK. 

Yeah, imaginary lovers that's my future I thought but now I noticed Francine had dropped her hands down from round my back to round my butt.

"Um Francine?" I gasped

"I've had my hands on your butt for nearly thirty seconds and you only just noticed. You like it, don't you?"

"Francine! My God, I have just broken up with my nearly fiancé. I am very vulnerable and you're what? Hitting on me? My God Francine! And I am not a lesbian. OK? So, oh look, thanks for before but please, can you just get out of my way and we'll forget this ever-"

"No."

"What? Excuse me but sexual harassment applies to same sex as well as inter sex incidents."

"Not if it's consensual. Listen, don't speak, just shut up and listen- ok?"

Her urgency was overpowering; I nodded and waited.

"I'm lesbian, OK?" I nodded again, "I'm twenty eight and I spent twenty six of those years believing I was straight- miserable but straight." 

She looked me in the eye and I thought, "my God woman, I am so not you, I need a man." 

I had promised not to say anything however so I kept quiet and listened.

"You know how they say, 'it takes one to know one?'"

Well, hello! I knew where this was going so I gave her my best "don't think so" look and rolled my eyes.She let my butt go and brought her hands up to cup my face holding it just inches from hers then she looked me in the eye. I tried not to look back but I had to. I looked deep into her eyes seeing now, for the first time, how she felt about me and I responded. A shiver ran through me, my head felt light and I knew, without ever having experienced the emotion before that I was completely, utterly, head over heel, no turning back in love with her. So she had been right; she did know one- me. She was watching me of course and as she saw my expression change her face broke into a beautiful smile.

I was hers. She tilted my face slightly, controlling me, bringing my lips close to hers. She paused for a few seconds looking into my eyes. I smiled for her, aching for her kiss then closed my eyes.

She kissed me. Her lips pressed gently at first then more firmly and finally her lips moved and mine moved with them opening my mouth for her. Her tongue licked the underside of my top lip thrilling me then moved slowly to meet the tip of mine. I had never been kissed by a woman before so I had no basis of comparison but it felt so wonderful to be kissed like this. I tried to feel that what we were doing was naughty, wrong but I couldn't; I loved the feel of her tongue in my mouth and her body pressed against mine. 

"Well?" she asked unnecessarily.

My head was spinning, it should be so wrong but I just knew I wanted her, needed her to kiss me so I looked deep into her eyes and smiled inviting her to kiss me again. .I could feel my nipples and my clit was throbbing. Her hands had dropped down to caress my butt and this time I wanted them there. I felt her cupping my cheeks squeezing them, owning them; I was hers and I so wanted her to know that.

By this time her hands were under my skirt. The only underwear I wore, when I did wear it, was a thong and so her hands cupped bare butt.

"Mmm, nice," I whispered, spreading my feet and feeling the fingertips slip into my butt crack.

She slipped a finger into my butthole and as she did I pulled the front across so her thumb could press down into my pussy.

"Strip," she ordered and even though we were in the main part not a cubicle so any woman could have come across us at any stage I obeyed without hesitation.

Within seconds my clothes lay where they fell on the floor and I stood naked before the woman I wanted to own me. 

"Put your hands behind your head." 

She almost breathed the words at me.

I obeyed instantly standing with my hands behind my head my tits with their hard nipples pushed out and my eyes closed thrilling at the knowledge that she was studying me and that very soon she would touch me. She did. My throat first. Her fingers trailed across it and I tilted back offering it to her. I was hers and I gave my throat for her to show she owned my life. Next she caressed my armpits and I shook trying to keep in control of myself. My breasts followed. She cupped them, weighing them in her hands then let her finger trail up to my nipples. I have nipple rings and, as I hoped, these got a good hard tug causing me to gasp with pleasure.

Now she dropped down, her face against my tummy with her hands round me for balance, and licked. She moved up a little to take a nipple in her mouth and suck on it then gripping the ring between her teeth and pulling hard on it. She let go putting her lips back over my nipple which she managed to suck on while using her tongue to pull on the ring. I pushed my chest out wishing I had milk for her and wanting the feel her suckling on my nipples to go on for ever. After a lovely long suck she switched to the other one. It got the same treatment then I felt her face against me as she slipped down to breath on my pussy.

I was wet, open and waiting for her. Sure enough her fingers pressed against the skin on either side of my pussy and she dragged it open- or even wider I guess you would have to say; another pause and her tongue was in there. I got licked all the way up and all the way back- just a tantalizing flick over my clit- then she had pushed her tongue out to put it in my vagina. There was no heroic defence from that part of my anatomy I have to admit; her tongue simply went in the gap. She licked though wiggling her tongue and that was too much for me to withstand so I stood there, legs shaking, as I panted and had my orgasm.

I know enough not to try and think during my orgasms so I just enjoyed the sensations as they happened then faded away. She stood up and held me as soon as I was underway and I had brought my hands down to hold her- which had become pretty much my favourite thing to do. Prudently she had pulled her dress right up and her panties down so my wet pussy was pressed against her skin not her clothes. It hadn't been something Gerald had been keen on had his going down on me. The other way round though with me going down on him? Well that was just about compulsory as far as he was concerned and he receded even further into the recesses of my mind.

We didn't kiss this time. Instead she held me as I tried to press every part of my body I could against her.

"I told them when you didn't come back that I would go and see how you were getting on," she said softly, "and that it might take some time but I guess we shouldn't take advantage of Mrs. Abercrombie's generosity too much. I'll help you clean up then we'd better get back."

I was stunned. Like one second there she was licking away bringing such pleasure to me and the next she's worrying about what Mrs. Abercrombie might think? I felt that maybe I hadn't done enough or hadn't offered enough to hold her.

'Can't we stay a bit longer? Even if you just hold me- I love it when you hold me. I love you. I love you Francine don't you want to keep holding me?"

I was desperate and my voice quavered.

This time she did kiss me. 

"I love you."

And nothing else mattered.

Now I was kissing her, hugging her and she finally drew her face back from mine with that little playful smile on her face.

"Know what?" she teased.

"No what?"

"I really do love you."

I gazed into her eyes as I waited for her to continue. It wasn't something I had done a lot in my love life up till then- it freaks guys out- but I did this time.

"I used to dream about this moment, oh I'm not that daring and my heart was in my mouth when I put my hands down on your butt like that... well you looked so staunch at first I was nearly going to give up- I'm so glad I didn't."

My heart was in my mouth now- I was too. She saw the anguished look and gave me a reassuring smile then kissed the tip of my nose.

"Guess we better go back now," I said softly.

I was happy, she loved me, she had said the words and what's more important I knew she meant them. She got some toilet paper (it's much softer than the hand wipes) to dry me off. My thong was soaked of course so it stayed on the floor while I put my bra, top, and skirt on.I looked at her then at my panties and pulled my skirt up winning no prizes for subtlety along the way.

We shared a grin then she was stuffing my thong up inside my pussy making sure with a straggly bit that hadn't wanted to go in.

We waited a few more minutes and in that time we both touched up our make up (thank God for Thin Lizzie) so the glow of our episode wouldn't show then we held hands as we went back to the office.

The others looked up as we came through the door. Francine came over to my desk with me and gave me a hug once I had sat down. Helen looked across and gave me the thumbs up while Maria kissed her cross to show she had been praying for me. I smiled at them and nodded mouthing "thank you" then focusing on my work.

I tried to focus on it should I say? I was obsessed with what might have happened if Francine hadn't persisted in the face of my opposition. A horrible oppressive sense of guilt lay over me and I decided I would never make that mistake again. After all what would have happened if Francine hadn't persisted after I had insisted I was straight? Countering that fear were the memories of what we had done. More than anything though what I relished most was moment when I looked in her eyes and saw; well the love if that doesn't sound too corny but just as much the invitation to be hers. It was an invitation that was open, frank and quite irresistible. And thank God for that

So the terrors faded to be replaced by the thrills of our time together and I glowed. At five I got hugs from Helen and Maria, as well as one from Mrs Abercrombie from whom I also got a motherly kiss on the cheek.

Finally though Francine and I were on our own.

"What happens now?" I asked her, "Have I mentioned I'm in love with you?"

"Yes and you can say that again any time you want. I love you and I want you to be with me. I hate the thought of you going off to your place and me going home to mine. Will you come home with me now? Please? We can call in at your place so you can get some things but I want you in my arms and in my bed- in our bed I hope it is."

I went all clingy on her.

"Yes please," I said timidly.

It was defined in our roles the way we spoke with each other- hence my timidity. I so wanted her in charge- in charge of me really.She held me confidently and smiled for me.

"Shall we get what you need for tonight and sort your stuff out after work over the next few nights. We'll just do it bit by bit, OK? No need to stress."

I got a tight squeeze and a kiss then but that was her. She had figured I'd be overwhelmed by what I was facing so she had wanted to take the stress out of it for me. The thing though is that I wanted to move right then. There was nothing to stop me; I had my lease paid in advance so I could move out and still give them the notice period. The apartment was fully furnished, so apart from my clothes, Manchester and bits and pieces it would all be staying anyway.

More than anything I wanted to commit; I was terrified of losing her by looking as if I had cold feet and so I stood firm.

"I want to be yours Fran. I don't want to move in gradually I want to move in now. I haven't got that much- apart from my hope chest."

I pulled my face down so my chin was on my chest and gave her my best little girl look. Well it was Mom's idea the hope chest, she bought it for me, and she started with the Irish linen tableware and I picked up nice things along the way, as you do, when you're me and wanting to be someone's someone. 

She smiled at me,

"I kind of figured you for a hope chest girl."

She smiled as she said it and I felt wonderfully warm inside.

We drove in a convoy of two to my place and between us we put all the stuff I wanted to take in her car, all the other stuff good enough to give away in a pile (neatly folded) and the rest went into garbage bags. The apartment sorted I popped next door to Andrea's to told her I was moving out so my car space would be vacant if they wanted to use it in the meantime- till Mr Grossman got a new tenant in. When she asked what the catch was I smiled sweetly and told her I had a pile in the apartment, to go through and take anything she might want but to be sure and take the rest to the Op Shop. That was a deal and she gave me a hug before hoping every thing worked out for me.

We drove both cars to Fran's place. My intention was just to have my BMW at her- or rather our - place as a spare if ever we needed it. Otherwise wherever Fran went I wanted to go with her and I had no idea of wanting to be apart from her. I had this going home feeling as I followed along behind her waving as she would give little finger wiggles over her shoulder and watch in her rear view mirror for my wave back.

It wasn't very long and we were there. Her place was a real house, two stories, not a great big huge mansion but a Tudor style three bedroom dwelling on a small section. .She drove up first, using the garage door opener and parked her car on the left leaving space for the BMW on the right. As I parked I heard the door coming down behind us and it seemed as if the rest of the world was cut off out there somewhere. It felt lovely. 

I got out of my car to stand beside her. 

"Fran?" I asked.

"Yeah babe?"

'I was doing some thinking on the way over." 

That puzzled look came over her face.

"Ooh ooh, no, not that, never that, I so long to be with you darling no I was thinking of us, you and me. Well I want you to be the boss, you know in charge."

"So if I told you to take your clothes off and go make me a coffee you would?"

I gave her a seductive little smile, "only one way to find out."

"Take your clothes off and got through into the kitchen. Make me a coffee, milk and one." She ordered with an unsure look on her face.

I curtseyed then stripped naked. She looked me up and down as I did a turn for her.

"Where's the kitchen babe?" I asked thinking how fantastic it felt to say that.

I was in love, not trying to be, like with Gerald but really and truly in love. She had to repeat herself because I was in too much of a whirl and she seized the back of my neck to bend me over and give me some sharp spanks on my bottom.

Much chastened I bobbed a little curtsey to her and said sorry. I got my first make up hug. To be honest I had loved getting spanked and I adored getting hugged by her but all the same I had wanted to be perfect for her and in not listening I had failed miserably so although it was a buzz I was disappointed.

To try to make it up I rushed down the hall to find the kitchen. It was at the end on the right and I topped up the jug before plugging it in. The coffee mugs were on the tree (stand) while the coffee and sugar were in earthenware jars- part of a set. I rushed back to her wanting to help but she shooed me back to the kitchen giving me a wolf whistle as I did my sexy hip wiggle for her.

By this time the jug had boiled so I made the coffees. 

"Coffee's ready," I called from the kitchen door not daring to go back down there without her permission.

"Oh that's great sweetheart; just take them out on the deck sweetie, OK?"

Take them out on the deck? As in; go outside naked on the deck? 


I'm Your Little Slut



'Sure thing," I called back turning the light on in the lounge to find the ranch slider.

Unbolting it I walked out, naked obviously and put the coffees on the outdoor table. It was chilly and I felt my nipples harden in the cold- I gave them a little tweak to get them really hard. She was still dressed when she came out. I loved her being dressed and me naked. We sat together holding our mugs in both hands. I held my mug under a breast and massaged the nipple as if I were trying to express. She smiled.

"One day," she said patting my knee, "one day." 

After we finished our coffees I got up and took them to the bench. When I got back I had to move over to where she could "see me properly." I had to place my palms on the top of my head so that my forearms were horizontal and turn slowly round and round. Well with her staring at me I could have done it all week. I had been turning for about five minutes I guess when she started to strip too.

"Hey," she said as her blouse followed her skirt to the deck," I can't be the Commandant all the time- I want us to be partners."

"Oh," I asked, the disappointment obvious, as I brought bringing my arms down, "do you?"

She finished undressing and did a turn for me- stunning, her butt was even nicer than I had thought.

"Yes. Hey, I'm not some middle aged Dom wanting slaves for her harem- Oh well you know what I mean. I want you and I want to give to you and I want you to give to me. To be there when I'm feeling like shit and nothing's working or going right for me and I want to do the same for you; isn't that what you want?"

I moved to her and we swayed from side to side in each other's arms.

"I d love to be your sub babe but if I can't be that I want you to be, well I guess to be the man. I will support you in everything you do, I will walk along side you, I will work for you I will care for you when you're weak or when you're tired but more than anything .I want to be the one you turn to. It's really simple for me; it's all about you."

"So equal but different?"

"That's it exactly my darling; different roles. Now how about you sit on this hard wooden bench seat here and I'll sit on your soft lap and you can try to kiss me if you want."

It was there again; that other side of her personality- the uncertainty. I knew I had to build her back up right at the moment. She was down on confidence as the enormity of what we were committing to hit her. 

I was flirty and downright slutty as I sat on her lap. I had done a little butt wiggle for her before sitting down extravagantly, wrapping my arms round her neck and licking my lips in The Ultimate Slut manner. She smiled and I winked back.

It was happening, the confidence was coming back and she was getting back on the horse.

We kissed, she was more forceful and I kissed back unreservedly. I wouldn't play any games with her; she got a hundred percent from me in everything. I mean if you love someone you do your absolute best for them, don't you? It's just the way it is. 

She fondled my boobs, then seized a nipple ring pulling it right out till it hurt then and just held it there. I let my head roll back and my mouth hung open as she did it to me. Her hand went behind my head and she brought me back up to be kissed hard again.

I just loved it, she could throw me round like a rag doll if she wanted I loved having her strong and in control.

I was still on her lap and she pushed on my chest so I went back and my legs came up. She took hold of my ankles pulling up and pushing my legs open. I had my hands on the floor so I pushed up to ease the weight for her and get my pussy closer to her lips.

"Whose slut are you?" she asked

"Your slut Fran darling, I'm your little slut."

I replied from down near the floor. 

I heard her spit and felt it hit my pussy. It made me feel so slutty as I waited for her. She poked her tongue as far into me as she could get then sucked noisily. I lay there with my body upside down loving the feel of what she was doing to me. She was using me. It should have been humiliating and I guess to most women it would have been but for me it was heaven.

She didn't let me cum, telling me I wasn't allowed and I had to try not to. I failed rather miserably I have to admit and I knew from the "tsk tsk" that I was in trouble. She pushed me out so I slipped down in an ungainly heap on to the deck from where I lay not daring to look up at her while I awaited my fate.

She stood standing with legs astride my body. I lay on my back with my body straight as she lowered herself over my face. I stared straight up at her bottom getting her vulva directly over my mouth.

"You know what to do," is all she said. 

"As if I didn't," is all I thought.

I smiled and rose up to lick her pussy. She was near to coming as well when she sat on my face. I could scarcely get a breath but instead of panicking I relaxed accepting without question what she had in store for me. Time passed and I felt myself going faint then I was blacked out and when I came to she was crouched over me shaking me and telling me I just had to wake up- and she was sorry.

I came to my senses quite quickly after that and- although I did have a bit of a headache- I was ecstatic; I had proven how far I would go. It was a game she hadn't played before; she had thought I would be able to get air somehow so it was only when I had gone completely limp that she had twigged there might be something wrong.

I looked up at her adoringly and smiled. She gave me a rueful little smile back.

"I'm fine," I told her, "my part's easy babe; I just do what I'm told."

She didn't look convinced.

"No harm done; I would have lasted for ages anyway and we're still learning, huh?"

She sat on the seat and I sat on her lap. Then she hugged me long and hard. I meant a lot to her- that was a nice feeling.

It was very late and we hadn't eaten. Up to then we had done so much I hadn't noticed but in the quiet my tummy felt very, very empty. Hers must have too because next I knew she had me slip off then stood up herself.

She took my hand and led me through to her very well appointed kitchen.

'Sit," she instructed pointing to a bar stool as the breakfast bar.

I sat and watched as she turned the oven on to 200 centigrade, poured a bag of frozen wedges into a tray leaving it on the bench while the oven warmed up then pulled two scotch fillet steaks from the freezer and popped them in the microwave to thaw. She looked up at me, smiled and my heart melted. I smiled back; there was definitely no place else I wanted to be.

Soon the steaks were sizzling, the wedges were roasting and she had prepared a quite stunning Greek salad. We ate at the table; two lovers enjoying a red wine with a delicious meal. If it sounds like an involved relationship juggling roles from sub to partner well it was and it wasn't. All I had to do was keep my wits about me.

After our dinner with the time at well after midnight we were still too hyper to go to sleep and so we cleared the table, tidied the kitchen loaded and turned on the dishwasher then went into the lounge. She put an old LP record on then held me as we waited for the music to start and sure enough, seconds later, Tammy started and I was having my first romantic lesbian dance. 

There is something about swaying to the music in the naked arms of another woman- especially when you're kissing passionately- that I find hugely appealing.She led- of course. That is if standing in one spot and swaying as you pash counts as leading. 

We got to bed about two- after my first shared lesbian shower (another keeper as far as I was concerned) and I lay in her arms feeling her hands caress my body as I snuggled in to her and drifted very happily off to sleep. 

I woke at seven thirty the next morning with my head resting on her shoulder. She stroked my back and I just tilted my head to kiss her cheek and murmur "I love you."

"I've been watching you." She was smiling.

"Were you really? Do I snore?"

"You did a little when you were in such a deep sleep. I enjoyed hearing you. Hey If I wanted silence I would have got a Pet Rock." 

She gave me a significant look and I gave her another kiss then tried to snuggle in but we were running late so she was having none of that. She had me get in the shower while she got the porridge and coffee on then I dished up while she had her quick shower and we sat in our robes having breakfast together.

After breakfast we tidied up, got dressed, put on our make up and headed out to her garage. We went into work in her car, with her driving and me clinging to her arm. 

My cell rang; it was Mom.

'Hi love," she said Then she was straight into it, "I couldn't get hold of you yesterday evening so I rang Gerald to ask about you guys coming over for Sunday lunch and some girl answered his phone - she told me you and Gerald have broken up! What's going on sweetie?"

"Oh, um yeah-"

"Oh Cindy! Oh baby! Are you alright honey?"

"Yes Mom, thanks, no I'm fine I-"

"Would you like to come and stay a few days with me Hon? Just till you get back on your feet you know?"

"Oh Mom that's lovely of you to offer but I'm OK I..."

"You what Hon?"

"Well I'm over him Mom; I've met someone and, Oh Mom I'm in love!"

Fran looked over at me and smiled.

"I thought you loved Gerald Hon?"

"No Mom, I wanted to love Gerald but I didn't, not really but I do love Fran Mom, I'm mad about her and she loves me."

"She?"

I laughed, "Yes Mom, your little girl is a lesbian."

There was silence then she spoke, "'Have you met her family yet Hon?"

"No I haven't; not yet Mom."

"Oh, OK Hon"

"Mom?"

"Yes Hon?"

"Are you happy for me?"

"Yes Hon, I better go now, just wanting to be sure you were OK, bye sweetie, love you."

"Love you," I answered back and she cut off.

I sat with the phone in my hands stunned. She wasn't happy at my news; she couldn't wait to go. Fran reached over and took my hand. I loved having her hold it and squeezed her hand back but Mom's reaction had left me flattened. When we got to work we sat in the car a while so she could cuddle me. I dried my eyes and she patted with a tissue so my makeup was OK.

"We don't tell anyone here OK?" she was insistent and I nodded obediently.

The day passed uneventfully, for which I was grateful and she drove me home that evening. We went through to the lounge where I insisted she sit down while I stripped naked and made the drinks. She was warming to her role.

"Lie here," she told me and I lay face up with my butt on her lap and my arms folded behind my neck.

I had put my drink down first but she held hers putting it down now on my tummy- it was cold. As I lay there trying not to flinch she started to tickle me. I tensed up completely to stop from moving- that's when my mobile rang; it was Mom, again.

"Oh Hi Mom," I said brightly, trying not to giggle.

"Hi dear, I was- what are you doing?"

She had heard me, I didn't care.

"I'm lying naked across Fran's lap with my arms folded behind my neck; well one still is the other one is holding the phone. Oh, oh not fair, Mom! She's tickling my armpit and pulling on my nipple ring. Oh darn! Mom I moved and her drink spilled so Fran has to punish me now, just a minute while I roll over."

Mom wasn't saying anything but she was there; I could hear her breathing- she was getting turned on.

"I'm going to put the phone down Mom, you stay listening, OK?"

"OK," it was very breathy. 

I handed the phone to Fran who held it just above my ass as she spanked me. She hit really hard and I yelped at the spanks. Fran handed the phone back to me and I asked if Mom if she was still there. She breathed out- more of a sigh really. I guess I was still a bit pissed at her lack of enthusiasm for my news this morning. You know it doesn't come much bigger than 'your little girl's a lesbian' so I was sharing something pretty massive but what I picked up was that she didn't approve. So she was getting every sordid detail- I thought she'd hang up but she was listening.

"Hi Mom, I'm wet now but Fran won't let me play with myself. Are you wet Mom?"

Fran was making cut cut motions and did the thumb across the throat gesture but I didn't give a fuck.

"You're wet and gaping aren't you Mom? You wish you could be here to be a humiliated little slut like me and have your bottom spanked too, don't you Mom?"

She sighed, "I was in my nightie sweetheart. That's on the floor and I was listening to you get spanked with my hand buried in my cunt. I'm wet I'm gaping and I so long to be spanked- hard."

Now it was my turn to be shocked- she had thrown my father out five years before when she found he had been playing around and as far as I had been aware she was a totally non sexual person- it' s always the quiet ones, it really is.

I pointed to the phone then did a big loop with my hand and pointed to the floor- it meant Mom wants to come over. I followed that with a smacking motion- she understood what that meant. Fran put her hand out for the phone, I handed it to her and she spoke.

"Lilly, are you naked," she asked in an authoritarian voice.

I have to assume Mom said yes because the next thing Fran told her was she wasn't allowed to masturbate till she was here. She was allowed to wear a scarf on the drive over and when she stood on the door step she was to be wearing just her heels. I stood with head bowed feeling very inferior (and loving it) as my Mistress told her she would expect to see her soon then hung up.

She looked at me and told me to go get the strap on. I did as I was told and in no time she had it on and was fucking the shit out of me as I lay on my back sprawled across the table. She reached over and slapped me- I moaned with pleasure.

Mom was on the doorstep in twenty minutes by which time the plastic cock was making slushy sounds in my vagina and my cheeks glowed a bright red. .I was told to lie still and close my eyes. Fran was in total control now and my mother was going to come over and study her daughter's body before Fran did something to her.

Fran walked over to the door and opened it. 

"Come in Lilly," I heard her say in that masterful voice.

"Yes Ma'am," I heard said very respectfully, was that Mom? I was just a bit, as in majorly, embarrassed about now but I kept my eyes closed and lay still.

"Lilly your daughter had been complaining that I haven't allowed her to have anything in her pussy. So I felt obliged to fuck her with my strap on. Why don't you just kneel down here and lick her juices off it for me?"

They were right in front of me and I heard her sucking, loudly, on Fran's shaft.

"Excellent. Now why don't you suck all those tasty juices out of Cindy's pussy then you can lean over the table yourself and I'll spank you. You're just a nasty wet little slut really aren't you Lilly and you deserve to be spanked - don't you?"

'Yes Ma'am, thank you Ma'am." I heard my mother say to this women twenty something years her junior.

I was tense now as I waited for Mom to lick my box. Mistake. Fran grabbed my hair jerking my head up off the table and delivered a crashing slap to my face. She let go and I brought my head back down and relaxed my body. Oh it hurt but I loved it; she was in total control. 

I felt Mom's tongue, just touching at first then pushing in and her lips on my wet pussy. She sucked; making slurping noises then with her lips still on my pussy I heard her working my juices in her mouth. I put my hand on her throat so I could feel her swallow. Oh fuck I was so wet now. My legs spread as wide as I could get them and I arched up trying to force my cunt up on her tongue.

"Kiss your daughter Lilly," Fran commanded 

I still had my eyes closed and I felt her mouth leave my pussy then her body lying over mine and her hands holding my head. Her breath, so familiar, was on my face. I kept 

my eyes closed and parted my lips immediately feeling her soft moist lips on mine and tasting my cum on them then her tongue, so languid, softly brushing against mine. I responded; my tongue rolling against hers and my legs wrapping round her butt.

Fran pushed on my leg to get me to reposition round Lilly's waist. Soon after I heard the sound of her butt being spanked. I felt the spanks through her body as well. Her mouth slipped from mine and we lay with our faces together as she moaned and gasped at the spanks she was receiving.

By this time I had opened my eyes and we looked in each others eyes just an inch or so away. We were connecting as sensual beings and had no secrets; she loved what was being done to her every bit as much as I had loved when it was done to me. The spanking went on for a while and then it stopped.

I felt Lilly being hauled off me and the sound of her dropping to the floor then I was hauled up by Mistress to stand next to her. I looked in Fran's eyes and she was close to going. It hadn't occurred to me, she had been so dominant so utterly in control and most of it was done on her nerves. I put my head close to her mouth and made out I was listening intently then nodded and walked over to Lilly.

"Yes Mistress," I said to the clearly puzzled Fran then pulled on Lilly's hand to get her to come with me to the bathroom where I turned the water on cold and had a shower with her. She was as horny as anything- the spanking and kissing me had got her close but she wasn't there yet.

"Mistress wants me to take you outside wet and tie you up," I told her after I turned the water off.

She nodded humbly and padded out through the lounge and onto the deck. I positioned her under the ring in the beam then went into the kitchen to get our ball of twine .I turned to her, took her wrists and bound them in front of her then stood on a chair to put the twine over the hook and hauled down pulling her arms to be straight up. Our clothes line was out on the back lawn so I went and got a few pegs from the basket clipping one on her tongue, one on each nipple two on each pussy lip and one on her hood.-her nub was well and truly out.

I left her there, cold and in pain to comfort my darling. She had left the lounge - I found her on our bed curled up in a ball. I slid across to be under her and put her head on my shoulder.

"You were stunning," I told her. "Cuddle in to me sweetheart, you can cry if you want- I won't tell."

She did, she cuddled into me and sobbed into my shoulder and my neck. It took a while but finally she was settled and we could talk

"That scares me, that side of me," she said almost dreamily," I don't want to ever let it take control and I know it wants to."

"I love it, so does Lilly. Oh look we just love to get bossed around sometimes. Honestly I wasn't scared of that side of you, its still you just letting one aspect come to the fore more."

I pulled a face at my unfortunate rhyme but she didn't seem to notice.

"You weren't? I wasn't too nasty? When I slapped you?"

I loved it."

"When I gave your mother such a spanking?"

"She loved it. Her eyes were rolling and I was watching her expression- she was in heaven. We both were; we love it. I know you need times like this but oh, I just adore you. You can slap me, fuck me, strangle me, fist me anything you want me."

"You really are a little slut; aren't you?"

"No," I corrected, "I wouldn't do that for anyone else; I'm not a little slut: I'm your little slut. There's a difference."

"And Lilly?"

"Shit. Good question, she got off listening to me get spanked, I think I get Mom off but I know she loved what you were doing to her. Hey I can see to her if you like?"

"She wants you to make love to her you ninny!" (I can be so exasperating sometimes I was discovering.)

'Really?" (That was as in "Please say that again, I rather enjoyed hearing it.")




I'm Your Little Slut



"Stop fishing or I'll give you a smack. Oh look I watched her face when she saw you lying like such a good little slut with it all on display, it was a combination of love, desire and lust. She liked the spanking but she liked it more because it was you she was lying on. Go and make love to her Cindy, I'm not jealous- I might come out with my strap on and fuck you both in a while. Now off you go. Shoo."

I didn't know what to say; I know how I felt - all tingly. Fran was watching me; I knew it, as I walked out of our bedroom, down the hallway and back out to the patio. She was still there Lilly with the clothes pegs in place. She was tiring and her head hung down- she looked a bit despondent, a bit forgotten too. 

I went to her and took the pegs off, opening them rather than pulling till they came off. She had opened her eyes and was looking at me wondering what next.

'Fran told me to come out here and make love to you," I told her flatly, looking for her reaction.

"Do you want to?" she asked and now she was fishing, I knew from looking at her that she wanted me to say yes and that she was anxious I might not want to.

I held her face in my hands and kissed her gently.

'Yes I do Lilly, I want to very much," I told her then went back to kissing her.

She was still tied of course and I left her helpless. I knew she loved it, the other woman being in complete control with her helpless and obliged to go along with what ever I wanted.

It meant I did all the work and while it was liberating it was also draining. However we kissed passionately and I went down to her breasts and then her pussy. She looked great tied up with her arms stretched up like that. Her tits were a bit on the small side and drooped a bit as the tits someone who is nearly fifty are inclined to do. She had good sized nipples- not huge, not organ stops- but a good size and they were hard.

I sucked on them, one at a time of course, and I held each one in my suck drawing it out as far as I could until my mouth slipped off them. They tasted nice and I loved the feel of the nipple as I flicked my tongue against it. Then I slipped down over her tummy to her pussy. She had shaved and it looked fantastic down there- she usually just trimmed so I know she had done that before coming over. It looked a lot like mine- or mine looked a lot like hers I suppose is more accurate. 

She spread her legs as much as she could for me as I knelt in front of Mom's vagina. I parted her lips and she gasped as I drew my tongue up over her pink gash. Her breathing became heavy and labored as I went on to lick and poke my tongue up her and finally pulled her hood up then licked and sucked on her clit.

She was ready to come so I stood up again, pushed two fingers of my left hand up into her opening twisting and turning them while I put my right arm round her neck to pull her close and kissed her. Her tongue was in my mouth as she came. We had our eyes closed and I opened mine first watching as she opened hers and saw the sparkle.

Her face broke into such a happy delighted smile.

We went back to kissing and I decided she needed some tormenting so I started tickling her as we kissed. She was ticklish, I knew that, and she flinched at first but it was such a turn on for her that she forced herself to remain still and endure my tickling or at least endure it until it was unbearable and she flinched shivering.

"Do you need to go?" I asked, whispering the question in her ear. 

A look of desperation came over her and she nodded frantically.

'So do I," I told her.

There was a small step ladder over in the corner. (I found out later Fran used it for hanging the decorations- so practical.) I went over, brought it back and set it up facing Mom.

"I'm going to pee on you Mommy," I told her with an evil smile." I want you to turn round and I'm going to try to get some in your mouth. When I do you are to what?"

"Swallow Ma'am," she replied, she was excited - I could see it on her face, hear it in her voice.

I got up to the top of the step ladder which had my pussy just above her head took my position and started peeing. My stream hit her chest and I used my fingers to pull on the skin above my pussy and get the flow to arch higher. Now it was hitting her face and I aimed at her mouth. She opened and let it flow in, filling her so it was over flowing then swallowing and opening again.

"Turn"

She turned slowly as I watered her hair and down her back before I ran dry. I hadn't done anything like that before but Mom was in seventh heaven that was obvious so I decided to give it a try. I got down of the ladder and went back to holding and kissing her. I could taste my piss on her tongue.

"You like?" I asked.

"I love," she replied.

That convinced me; I lay down so my mouth was under her pussy and got my torso up resting on my elbows with my butt parked on the tiles. In this way I got my mouth a foot or so from her pussy- I wanted to see her piss coming towards me. She was looking down and moved a little to try to pee where I wanted- so thoughtful.

Then she started.Her flow was very heavy- my goodness she had needed to go. She was dead on target too; the first splash hitting my cheek and then straight into my mouth. The force and warmth surprised me but the taste delighted me. I swallowed again and again as the relentless flow filled my mouth to the point I could feel her pee dribbling down my chin. I ducked my head so she peed all over it, in my hair and then down my front, feeling the warm pee on my skin.

'Well what is this?" I heard and it was Fran standing with hands on hips watching.

"Your two piss sluts Ma'am," I replied, possibly a little cheekier than was good for me.

She gave me a "you're in for it now" look and pointed to a spot in front of Lilly. Then she looked up at the hook. Well she tied me so I was in the same position as Mom then rinsed us and the patio off with the garden hose. It was freezing and we loved it. She left us in the wind while she went inside and made herself a coffee. Then she came out, dressed, and had a cigarette with her coffee as we froze our tits off. Mine are like Mom's, not much droop yet- thank God but much the same.

So finally she finished her ever so important bloody coffee and she went back inside to come out again with a hand towel which she used to dry her subs as well as she could. We got another twenty minutes by which time the fight had left us completely and we were two obedient little sluts for Ma'am. Satisfied she got on the step ladder to release us then climbed down. We stood in place awaiting her instruction.

'Lilly, kiss your daughter please," she instructed.

Mom put her arms round me and gave me such a passionate loving kiss I thought my knees would go.

"Lilly, kiss me please." 

Mom let me go, her hands lingering affectionately, then moved to Fran and kissed her passionately too.

"Cindy, Lilly will sleep with us tonight. Lilly you will wear one of Cindy's out fits when you drive home, I want you to be a part of my household, you and Cindy are my wives and Cindy is my Number one wife. Clear?"

"Oh yes Ma'am, very, very clear, thank you ma'am, I, I will try to make you proud of me Ma'am." Lilly replied.

Did I mind? No I loved the idea, I didn't mind sharing Fran, I had wanted her to be dominant and I had discovered feelings for Mom I suppose were always there but which I hadn't allowed to come out, until that night. In any case it's hard being a sub on your own and so much easier being one with someone else.

'Go, shower, you both stink," Fran told us but with the most loving of smiles on her face and as we turned to walk away she smacked us both hard on our butts. 

I led Mom to the shower and we indulged in hot water this time, soaping and washing each other from top to toe until we smelt like two well scrubbed roses. I dried her off and she did the same for me. Two robes had appeared as if by magic while we were washing each other and we put these on. Fran had gone back to the bedroom- she had showered in the en suite before going back to bed.

I took Mom out to the lounge and made us a hot chocolate. We sat on the sofa; her legs sprawled over mine, and talked. She had fancied me, she had done this "sort of thing" when she was much younger - before she had met dad and she loved the thought of being Fran's second wife.

"She's really quite sensitive, you know," I told her somewhat importantly," so sometimes I need to encourage her, tell her how wonderful she is and sometimes she needs a cuddle till she's got her strength back."

'She should need a real big cuddle tonight after all this," Mom told me and I knew she had read Fran perfectly. "We better go and give her one now, huh?"

"Sounds like a plan Number Two, lets rinse these mugs off and you can spoon, I want to face."

She grinned, "I thought you might."

THE END