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The Seminar

By: Latina



Seventeenth Installment in the "Latina" Series of Erotic Tales

It was bad enough that Latina had been out of work for several months. At 49, she had long since reached that age when employers would pass her over for someone young and inexperienced, sacrificing the corporation's chance to acquire her expertise, just to save a few dollars on salary costs. At least she had been studying in state-funded computer training classes, to brush up on her skills for her next job. But now Frank had come home and announced that he, too, had been down-sized out of his comfortable corporate job. Being 44, he, too, would be passed over for younger job candidates; and already being a computer expert, Frank would not qualify for training classes, as Latina had. 
It was a good thing that Latina had enrolled them both in weekly seminars about investment strategies. When either or both of them returned to work, they could use those strategies to build-up a financial cushion for themselves, against the next cycle of massive corporate down-sizing, which experience told them would be coming in about 3 to 5 years. They were learning a lot about investments in stocks, real estate, and many other areas, and about the importance of having at least 6 completely-different sources of income. 

Latina and Frank had started to know a few of their fellow classmates in these Tuesday-night seminars, as well. One, named Jasmine, never seemed to be able to interest her husband in attending the seminars with her. It wasn't because he stayed home and watched the kids, as on several occasions, Jasmine had brought her two children with her, and had parked them in the back of the lecture hall. As they got to know Jasmine better, Frank and Latina imagined some horrible things about her husband, that perhaps he was out drinking and womanizing every night. They suspected that the truth was less shocking: he was probably just a workaholic, staying late every night at the office, not aware that he could be attending seminars, about how to free himself financially from the drudgery of corporate servitude. Or maybe he was just out bowling with his buddies. 

Jasmine seemed to be a shy, and terribly lonely woman, in her late 20s to early 30s. Her apparent loneliness was too bad, for she was an exotic beauty, with a dark-tan complexion, and jet-black hair streaming down her back, to lightly caress the very top of her shapely derriere. Although they knew little about her, somehow, Frank and Latina instinctively sensed that Jasmine deserved a better relationship, than the one she had with her too-often- absent husband. 

Then one week, after being out of work for three months, and after attending a dozen or more unsuccessful job interviews, Frank finally announced that he had a new job. As it was a Tuesday, that very evening, they had another of the weekly investment seminars. During the mid-meeting break, Jasmine approached Frank and Latina. 

"You two seem to be in a much better mood today, than you've been in for the past few weeks. I could use some cheering-up myself tonight, so if it is not too personal, can you tell me what has put you two in such a cheery mood tonight? Maybe it will lift MY spirits, as well." 

"Well," Latina chirped up, "Frank, here, just landed a new job, after being out of work for 3 months. It pays better than his old job, and is within walking distance of home. He couldn't ask for a better job than this." 

Jasmine enthusiastically kicked up her right heel behind her, expressing that she shared their joy. She leaned in and planted kisses, first on Latina's cheek, and then on Frank's. Jasmine then wrapped her arms around them both, in a group hug. 

"Thank you," Jasmine whispered. "It cheers me up, just to know that someone whom I know has good news." 

"Why?" Latina asked, "What's wrong?" 

"Oh, it's just that my husband and I had another argument, about him not wanting to come to the seminar AGAIN tonight. He can't seem to understand the value of investing, and he doesn't make an effort to share an interest in the things that interest me. I'm just a little depressed about our fight is all, nothing very tragic, and I'll get over it. Thanks to you two and your good news, I'm feeling a little better already." Jasmine hugged Latina and Frank one last time, before all three returned to their seats. 

The following Tuesday, a very promising job interview opened up for Latina. She studied the book that Frank had given her, on interview skills. She also brushed-up a bit on her computer skills, to be sure that she would be ready for this interview. She also decided that it wouldn't hurt, to dress to impress. She put on her gray pin-striped business suit. Her conservative skirt, although very business-like, DID end halfway between her upper-thigh and her knee, letting a little of the natural beauty of her dark, shapely, well-muscled Hispanic legs show, while letting her look classy, rather than trashy. Her matching gray pin-striped jacket emphasized the outline of her generous 38-C bosom, without being the least bit revealing. Her simple, white-cotton, front-buttoning blouse, revealed just a hint of cleavage. In this suit, Latina would maintain her air of professional dignity, and not let the interviewer be distracted enough to miss her well-thought- out answers to his tough interview questions. But she could also let the male interviewer see just enough, to indulge his typical male-pig fantasies a bit. 

Her carefully-planned combination of savvy interview responses, and choice of wardrobe, did the trick: after just 30 minutes of conversation, the interviewer extended a job offer to Latina. 

That night, Latina didn't have time to change before the seminar. In their pale-purple Lincoln Town Car, as she drove, Frank sat beside her, and he kept stealing glances at her legs. Noticing Frank's attention, she shifted in her seat, causing her miniskirt to ride a little higher up her thigh. Frank reached over, and he began stroking her legs in a soft-as-a-butterfly caress. His fingertips touched her so lightly, like a wind-blown wisp of a baby-bird feather, very briefly and casually brushing against her skin. Except Frank's fingers were giving her that marvelous touch over and over again, not just a one-time glancing brush of a feather. His touch felt so good, in fact, that Latina began to squirm in her seat, in anticipation of where his ever-so- light touch might explore next. Latina's squirming inadvertently caused her miniskirt to ride even higher up her naturally bronzed-toned thighs. 

Seeing so much of his wife's thigh exposed now, Frank let his light finger-tip touch move higher up her toned legs. Then in one swift, practiced movement, his fingers stretched under her hemline, to stroke the outside of her skimpy purple-lace panties (Latina liked EVEYTHING to be purple: clothing, car, and especially a certain engorged feature of her man's anatomy). Latina drew in her breath, as she began to tingle from head-to-toe inside. Frank took this as a signal to snake his already-stretched fingers just that tiny bit further, to slide under the side band of her tiny triangular panties. Frank could already feel a very few drops of moist dew starting to form, right along the gates of her paradise, which were just starting to open up to his touch. But his fingers would not get to explore any further just yet: their Lincoln pulled into the parking space, and it was time for Latina to once more become prim and proper, as she smoothed-down her short hemline. Now Latina strode confidently into class, her expression devoid of any hint of what she and Frank had just been up to in their car. 

When Frank and Latina entered, Jasmine was already seated. She had on a man's sleeveless white T-shirt, worn as a tank top, revealing the sides and tops of her breasts, and a good deal of her cleavage. Her arms were clasped together behind her head, revealing her arm-pits, and the full side outline of her breasts. She was evidently not wearing a bra, as her firm nipples pressed prominently against the ribbed white-cotton fabric. Her tight, red jogging shorts, revealed very long, strong, mocha-toned legs. Jasmine wore a very wide brown belt, which seemed to emphasize the slenderness of her waist. Her belt's brass buckle naturally drew one's eye to the very top center of her tight shorts, and then downward, to where those shorts so perfectly formed around, and hinted at, every detail of her mysterious, silky triangle just beneath. Frank and Latina silently bet each other whether there was any room for panties between Jasmine's pronounced pussy, and the tight fabric of her shorts. Frank bet that Jasmine was panty-less as well as bra-less. 

Jasmine had kicked off her shoes, placed another chair turned-around facing her, and had her legs stretched-out in front of her, her bare feet and ankles comfortably resting on the seat cushion. Frank and Latina noticed a youngish man a few seats to Jasmine's right; he had a great side view of Jasmine's legs and breasts, and he kept stealing glances toward Jasmine. Latina pointed-out to Frank, that Jasmine would catch this young man looking, and Jasmine would smile suggestively at him. Now they both speculated whether her revealing outfit and pose might be for his benefit. Although she was married, Jasmine obviously had a less-than-perfect relationship. Was she, Frank and Latina whispered to each other, looking for a fling with this classmate, or just flirting with him to make herself feel sexier, more desirable? 

Before they could find out for sure, the investment-seminar instructor strode in, and he began lecturing from his prepared notes. Jasmine and the young man temporarily suspended their antics, to focus on the lecture. 

As the instructor droned-on in his flat monotone, Frank stole a glance down at Latina's legs. Although Latina was 20 years Jasmine's senior, Frank pondered, his wife still equaled or excelled the younger woman, when it came to shapely legs. Frank rested his open palm about halfway up Latina's thigh, and from time to time, he gave Latina's thigh a gentle and affectionate squeeze. Latina looked over at Frank and smiled. The top two buttons of Frank's shirt were open, revealing just a hint of his thick, dark, luxurious carpet of chest hair. Latina looked around to see that nobody was watching, and she quickly darted her hand inside her husband's shirt, feeling the light sheen of sweat against his chest hairs. When Latina saw Jasmine looking her way and smiling, she quickly withdrew her hand from Frank's chest, letting her hand rest casually on his knee. Jasmine lost interest in watching Frank and Latina then, and she turned her attention back to the lecturer. 

Jasmine looked down at her own dark, creamy legs, stretched- out before her. She had been jogging every day, and applying moisturizer to her legs twice a day. The combination had left her legs slender, but shapely instead of stick-thin, while giving her dark, coffee-and-cream skin, a healthy glow. She had to admit, at 28, she still had sexy legs. So why hadn't her husband noticed her legs, or anything else about her, lately? When they had married 8 years ago, she was 20 and he was 25, and they hadn't been able to keep their hands off each other. Now she was 28, he was 33 and a slave to the corporate board-room, and she was raising their two children all by herself. She knew that two pregnancies had not diminished her beauty. Still, Jasmine couldn't remember the last time that she and her husband had made love, and she wryly wondered whether he would be able to identify her dead body at a police morgue, as it had been so long since he'd seen or touched any part of her body. 

Jasmine glanced down at her revealing tank top, and she wondered how a man who had once been so lustful toward her, could now ignore her still-splendid breasts. They were still round, firm, and high, with big, jutting nipples, so why didn't her husband touch them any more? Jasmine glanced over at the young man who had been eyeing her, and she noticed him suggestively licking his lips. His tongue DID seem extraordinarily long, and Jasmine wondered whether such a young man might already have the natural talent to use that long tongue, in a way that a lusty woman like her would appreciate. 

While Jasmine was thus absorbed in her daydreams, Latina had slowly, playfully, mischievously, and almost unconsciously, started to inch her hand upward from Frank's knee. When Latina glanced at Frank again, she was surprised to see that she had moved her hand all the way up to the top of Frank's thigh. If she stretched her fingers out a little, Latina realized, she would be touching the fabric that was covering the very tip of his cock. 

Just at that realization, Latina noticed Jasmine watching her again. Jasmine's pleased expression left no doubt, that she had noticed where Latina's hand was resting. 

Jasmine squirmed a little uncomfortably in her seat, and she began absently gazing at the backs of her hands. Hands are such awkward things during a lecture, Jasmine pondered: where can you put them, where they will be out of your way? Folding her arms didn't seem comfortable, so Jasmine placed her hands palm-down on her bare legs. The young man two seats down, now quietly slid over to the unoccupied chair beside her, and whispered in Jasmine's ear, "I wish MY hands could be where yours are right now." 

"Ohmygod," Jasmine panicked. "I had only wanted to have fun flirting with this guy. Now he wants to get into my pants. What have I encouraged?" Mostly, though, Jasmine was annoyed that this young guy had broken her dual focus on the lecture and her daydreams, so she whispered to him, with as much hostility as she could muster, "Go away!" 

The young man seemed stunned and hurt by Jasmine's vehement negative response, and trying not to interrupt the lecture, he got up and walked to a seat as far away from Jasmine as possible. She wasn't sure, but Jasmine thought she heard the man mutter "bitch" as he slinked away. 

With this distraction gone, Jasmine returned the focus of her hearing to the lecturer, and the focus of her vision to watching Latina tease Frank. Jsmine also finally figured out what to do with her hands: she thrust them both into the pockets of her jogging shorts. This got her awkward hands out of her way, and had the side benefit of letting her fingertips gently massage her dampening pussy, as she watched Frank and Latina continue to caress each other's legs. To everyone else, it would look like Jasmine simply had her hands in her pockets; Jasmine hoped that nobody in the class could notice where her fingers were REALLY stretching to, from her pockets. 

As Jasmine watched, Frank and Latina kept moving their hands higher up each other's thighs, as if competing to see which of them could get away with the most risque behavior in class, without being caught. 

Frank's hand rested in the lap of Latina's tight miniskirt. Latina's fingertips stretched, to lightly touch the zipper of Frank's trousers, and to feel what was just starting to stir underneath. Just then, the instructor announced a ten- minute break. A break was precisely what Frank, Latina, and Jasmine needed just then: a break to go pee away their growing horniness. 

Jasmine approached Latina in the lady's room. "I couldn't help but notice you and your husband." 

"Yes, I noticed you noticing us." 

"You two seem to have a lot of love and respect for each other, not to mention a great deal of lust. Yet you're obviously not newlyweds any more. So tell me, what's your secret?" 

"What do you mean?" Latina asked coyly. 

"I mean," Jasmine replied, "my husband and I have been married for 8 years, and he probably hasn't even looked at me lustfully, much less touched me, in at least the past two years. How do you two keep the love, romance, and sexual energy turned up so high all the time?" 

"When we met, we discovered we have the same interests, philosophies, and needs out of life. We were so in tune, that we started finishing each other's sentences by our third date. I guess it's easy to keep the energy up, when you start with such a kindred soul, with your soulmate." 

"I just wish I had some of what you guys have," Jasmine replied. 

"Hmmm," Latina muttered, a plan already starting to form in her mind. "Perhaps you shall." And with that, Latina smiled a mysterious smile, left the lady's room, and returned to her seat at Frank's side. Latina gave Frank's upper thigh a short, gentle, loving squeeze. Then she got up again, and moved to another chair, at the opposite side of Frank's table, facing Frank. Latina smiled at Jasmine, and she gestured for Jasmine to occupy the chair where Latina had just been sitting, beside Frank. Jasmine accepted the unspoken invitation. Frank looked quizzically at Latina, then at Jasmine. What gloriously pleasurable torture were these two ladies cooking up for him, Frank wondered. 

Being such close soulmates, Latina always could read Frank's mind. "Relax, honey. We're not going to do anything to you. No manage a trois. Jasmine and I just want to talk. OK, sweetie?" 

Frank returned his gaze to the speaker's podium, while his wife began some idle chit-chat with Jasmine. As the lecture began, and Latina and Jasmine paused their conversation, Frank distinctly felt a light tickle against his right ankle, as if a fly had landed on his sock. Instinctively, he rubbed the sole of his left shoe against his right ankle, to shoe the fly away. But then he realized this was no house fly: Frank felt his wife's shoeless, stocking- encased foot, rubbing against his ankle. Frank's left shoe returned to its place on the floor. 

As Latina's stocking-clad foot inched its way up Frank's leg, Latina gazed at Jasmine, smiled, and licked her lips. Then Jasmine noticed Frank beginning to shift uncomfortably in his chair. Jasmine made a pretense of dropping her pencil under the table; bending down to retrieve it, Jasmine gazed under the table, to watch Latina's foot sexily inching its way up Frank's trouser leg. Perhaps Jasmine lingered under the table a moment or two longer than required to retrieve a pencil, and fearing that her classmates might wonder why she stayed under the table so long, Jasmine quickly sprang back up into her seat. Jasmine feared that her classmates might be thinking that her long stay under the table, had been to administer a blow-job to Frank; anyone thinking that was WRONG, of course. DEAD WRONG! At first, Jasmine was angry that anyone might think that's what had happened. But as she thought about it and thought about it, and began to almost obsess over it, Jasmine began to wonder what it might have felt like, to have been under the table for PRECISELY that purpose. 

As Latina's stocking-covered foot reached Frank's knee, he let out a soft "Mmmm!" Thinking quickly, Jasmine came up with another pretense, and now she let her class workbook "accidentally" fall on the floor, under the table. Stooping to retrieve her book, Jasmine watched Latina's naughty foot, slowly working its way up Frank's thigh. 

In her seat once more, Jasmine pushed her chair back, just enough to observe Latina's ongoing under-the-table shenanigans. When Latina's foot came to rest over Frank's zipper, Jasmine quickly thrust her hands back into the pockets of her jogging shorts, once more letting her outstretched fingertips lightly brush the dampening exterior of her bare pussy (Frank had been right: Jasmine had not worn panties under her tiny, tight shorts). 

Latina looked over at Jasmine and smiled. "Are your hands having fun?" Latina whispered. 

How did Latina know, Jasmine wondered. Jasmine let her hands play with herself more vigorously, now that her secret was out, and she no longer had anything to hide. 

Latina's toes now began wiggling rhythmically against Frank's crotch. He struggled to keep his moans quiet, so as not to attract the attention of his classmates. But he knew that Jasmine, seated beside him, could hear him. Somehow, Frank didn't mind Jasmine vicariously sharing in this private, intimate moment with his wife, even though he was not an exhibitionist, and he had no interest in a threesome. 


The Seminar



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In late 1999 I was sent by my firm to a technical seminar on the south coast of England. I was booked into a grand, if rather old, hotel for four nights and it was there that this story begins.

I am a thirty-four year old female who works as an Internet security advisor to a number of clients and as part of my job attend various seminars and conferences in order to keep up to date with technical advances. I am single, 5’ 5” tall, slim, with shoulder length brown hair and a slim figure. Not quite petite but certainly small. Sexually I am fairly experienced having tried most things at one time or another. Of particular regard to this story is the fact that as well as enjoying a good man fuck from time to time, I also have a taste for younger women, preferable in their teens or early twenties. Not for me some butch bull-dyke who hates all men and dresses like a refugee from the marines. I find it a particular turn on to be able to introduce other women to the joys of lesbian sex.

My taste for lesbian sex grew from a number of chance encounters I had whilst I was working for a couple of years in London. As to my choice of younger women, I guess that’s because I like to dominate. Its part of my character I suppose, and being in charge of situations, particularly sexual ones, gives me a sense of security in that my bisexuality won’t be disclosed against my wishes.

Anyway, back to my story. I had been feeling ‘on heat’ for a few weeks having not had any sort of sexual relationship in the past three months. As the time for this seminar approached, the thought of a week in a hotel had begun to fire fantasies within me. I always enjoyed the anonymity of hotel stays. In hotels I felt uninhibited, I was prepared to enter into sexual encounters that I would never consider in my home town and in hotels I had, by chance, experienced some of the best sex of my life. All this had made me, as I say, start to fantasise about sexual potentials and in particular whether I might meet any suitable young women to have some bisexual fun with.

I checked-in about 7.30 p.m. on the Monday evening and having carried out the necessary formalities I made my own way to my room. I never used hall porters as they always seemed to be leering at female guests with the arrogance of youth that made them believe ever women who checked in wanted to get fucked by them or one of their mates. Now as it happens I was quite prepared to be fucked during my stay but it wouldn’t be by some spotty faced porter.

For me this was to be a week of hard work, sure, but also a week of pampering; good food, good wine and just maybe some time in the company of another women. Who knows, I would just have to wait and see.

I decided, having arrived somewhat late, that I would shower and take supper in my room rather than go down to the restaurant. That would allow me an early night and ensure I was well prepared for the first day of the seminar. Fortunately I wasn’t making any presentations only attending other peoples so I could pretty much pick and choose those parts of the seminar that interested me and make good use of the spare time that offered. 

Having showered, I dressed again, chose my meal and called room service to order. I was told the meal would take around twenty minutes to prepare and set about trawling through the seminar schedule whilst I waited.

Finally there was a knock at my door. I went to answer. I quickly checked the security view hole and saw that my order was delivered not by a porter but a maid. This was unusual since for safety of their staff most hotels sensibly tend to send porters to deliver room service. It was the expectance of a man bringing my food that had made me get dressed again after my shower. If you go to the door in a robe you get all the leering crap again.

I couldn’t make out much about the girl other than she was dark haired. Quickly tidying myself, I opened the door, said “Hi” and beckoned her in, instructing her to place the tray next to the bed. As she walked across the room I was captivated. She was about seventeen or eighteen, I would guess, and around 5’ 3” tall. She had a gorgeously petite figure, small hips, very small breasts and wore her hair bobbed. In short she was somewhat boyish in appearance which was my absolute favourite when it came to girls. I was kicking myself for having re-dressed after my shower.

I wasn’t prepared to make any move on her since I hadn’t been expecting her but I did at least make sure I got her name.

“Thanks”, I said breaking the ice, “that was quick service.”

“Your welcome madam” she replied politely.

“I didn’t expect a beautiful young thing like yourself to bring my tray, its usually one of those spotty boys!”, I continued.

I think my use of the word beautiful threw her as she looked embarrassed and confused at the same time.

“Sorry”, she said, “it’s just we are a bit short staffed and the duty manager said you were a lady guest and asked if I would mind bringing your food up.”

“Oh don’t apologise”, I said gently, “I would much prefer to see you and sorry if I embarrassed you. I didn’t mean to, its just you struck me as being a very attractive young women and it just slipped out. And hey!, if we girls can’t compliment each other who can,” I added jokingly.

She seemed to relax a bit more as I reached for my purse and handed her a very generous tip.

“That’s great!” she said surprised.

“Don’t mention it, if you look after me personally during my stay I’ll make sure you’re well rewarded” I responded, emphasising the word ‘personally’ to see if there was any reaction. Sadly there wasn’t and she started for the door.

“What’s you name, by the way?” I asked as she reached the door.

She turned and told me that her name was Rachelle and added that she would make sure that I was well looked after. With that she left. I knew right then that I would be seeing a lot more of Rachelle during the week ahead.

I ate my meal and having finished, undressed to my panties and put on a robe. I then lay on my bed and started to flick between TV channels. There was the usual rubbish on and my mind once again started wondering to sexual matters. I muted the TV and closed my eyes remembering Rachelle and imagining her without her uniform. As I did so my right hand wandered inside my robe and started to massage by nipples. First the left until it was fully erect and then the right. I just loved rubbing my nipples imagining it was Rachelle’s hand doing the massaging. After some ten minutes of playing with my breasts my hand wandered to and inside by knickers. I kept my pussy hair very short so that I got maximum feeling in my lips and clit. I gently parted the lips and inserted my middle finger into my cunt whilst pressing on my clit with my thumb. I find I can keep this up for ages and ages with waves of enjoyment just breaking over me. All the time building myself to orgasm. Sometimes I have done this for an hour or more before finally bringing myself off but this time it would be much briefer. As I said, I have been on heat for weeks and the beauty of Rachelle’s nude body in my imagination was bringing me to a fast climax. I raised my hips from the bed and tore off my knickers casting them to the floor. Then pushing four fingers into my cunt and pressing and rubbing hard on my clit I orgasmed violently. My whole body just shook and huge amount of juices flowed onto my hand and my robe. 

I rolled over and looked at the clock and saw it was still only 9.30 p.m. There was no way I was going right through tonight without some more sex and whilst I just loved masturbation it wasn’t going to be enough. I figured it was too late to go down to the bar to see if there were any likely candidates for my passion so the only person I knew in the hotel was Rachelle. 

I cleaned myself up, put on a fresh pair of knickers and wrapping myself in my robe, phoned room service again.

“Hi, Its Miss Johnstone in room 347, I would like a bottle of wine sent to my room please. Chianti would be fine. Oh and I am rather nervous of staying in hotels alone” I lied, “so could you make sure it’s a maid rather than a porter who delivers the bottle. Would that be okay?”

“Of course madam,” said the room service manager, “I think we have a maid still on duty, at least long enough to make one more room service delivery.”

I hoped to god it would be Rachelle but thought it may raise suspicion to ask for her by name. Anyway I was so horny I figured I might try it on with any maid they chose to send.

As I waited I started rubbing my pussy again. It was still soaking wet and starting to drip down my thighs as I paced the room with a hand in my knickers. This time the knock came within only a few minutes. I pulled my robe closed and went to the door and looked once again through the spy-hole.

God!, oh god, my luck was in. It was Rachelle again. I quickly opened the door almost afraid that she would walk away if I didn’t respond quickly. I was surprising myself; normally I am cool and in command but Rachelle was making me act like a naughty teenager.

Rachelle smiled and walked into my room holding a tray upon which was the bottle of wine and two glasses. 

“Two glasses?” I enquired.

“Its standard policy” Said Rachelle, “in case guests are entertaining someone, if you know what I mean.”

“That’s very thoughtful”, I said, adding, “Sadly no such luck for me. I’m alone so one glass would have done. I just thought a little wine would help me relax before bed. I don’t suppose you would care to join me? but I suppose you have to get back” I added answering my one question.

“Well I shouldn’t really. The manager doesn’t like us fraternising with guests but I have just finished my shift so yeah, why not, I’ll have a glass with you.”

I had to take things slowly so as not to appear too keen. I didn’t want to scare Rachelle away. I invited her to sit down and opened the wine. Pouring two glasses, I passed her one and sat down on the end of my bed with the other. I was directly opposite her and maybe four feet away. I knew that my robe was only loosely tied and made sure that Rachelle could at least see a hint of breast exposed as I started to generally chat to her. I asked about her, how she came to be working at the hotel and she responded by asking how long I was staying and what line of business I was in. In short the usual sort of polite conversation between two people who didn’t know each other. During the conversation I poured Rachelle more wine and kept her glass full.

After twenty or thirty minutes of chatting Rachelle was much more relaxed and had kicked off her shoes. For myself I had made sure she had got a good look at my breasts each time I topped up her glass. As I did so I noticed her looking and smiled at her as she realised I had seen her.

“So Rachelle”, I asked, “do you have a boyfriend locally, perhaps working in the hotel?”

“No,” she replied, “I’m not going steady at the moment.”

“What a beautiful girl like yourself and no boyfriend!” I said in mock surprise.

“Well working shifts is not good for a social life. That’s why its so nice to be invited to share your wine.” She said smiling.

“You’re welcome”, I said, “but I have to say that I do feel somewhat underdressed. I hope you don’t mind me sat here in just a robe. I’ve just realised I have been flashing my breasts all evening”, I added pretending to coyly cover myself up said that I hoped I hadn’t embarrassed her.

“Not at all. Its nice to relax when you’re drinking good wine, I only wish I could get out of this horrid little uniform” she said and then realising the implications of her words added, “you know, having been in it all day.”

I snatched at the opportunity. “Don’t feel you can’t on my account. There’s a spare robe in the bathroom. Help yourself. Relax.”

“Really, would that be okay?”

I told her that of course it would but on one condition. I took the chance and said, “you’ve seen my tits all night now how about me seeing yours. The robe is yours as long as you let me watch you put it on.”

It was too late now I had committed myself. I waited for Rachelle’s reaction. Would she be disgusted and leave? She hesitated, looked at me, said nothing for a few moments and then said, “Okay, why not be a little naughty. Wine always makes me a bit silly. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours” she joked in a child like voice.

With that she got up and fetched the robe before returning to the room.

I squirmed as she came back in from the bathroom. I was going to get to see this beautiful girl undress before me. I think she thought it was just a bit of alcohol induced high jinx. I don’t think she had the faintest idea that I wanted her so badly.

Rachelle stood in front of me and a few feet away. With her back slightly towards me she started to undo the buttons of her little white blouse and taking it off placed it carefully over the back of a chair. She giggled, enjoying the tease, and then placing her fingers in the waistband of her short skirt eased it over her slight hips and dropped it to the floor. This too she carefully placed over the chair back. She now stood before me in black tights under which I could see a pair of skimpy white knickers and a matching white bra, although given the size of her breasts she really didn’t need one.

At this point Rachelle didn’t seem sure about going any further so I prompted her to remove her tights suggesting that she would never be comfortable with those on. She agreed and pulled them off but once again stopped at this point. For myself I made sure my robe was now very open at the top so that Rachelle could see my breasts fully exposed. 

“Come on” I joked, “remember you promised to show me yours if I showed you mine. Let’s see those titties.”

Again she looked hesitant.

I decided not to push but to encourage her and asked if there was anything wrong.

“Well, its…..its sort of….well I’m a bit embarrassed to tell the truth” she said.

“Embarrassed! Why ever would you be embarrassed about such a gorgeous figure.” I said.

“It’s my breasts, they’re too small. Not like yours. I embarrassed to show you them.”

“Nonsense Rachelle! As I said you have a gorgeous figure and you should be very proud of your body. From what I can see I think your breasts are lovely and I promise I really would like to see them. Go on, let me see them, please.” I said very gently.

Rachelle smiled at my kind words and raising her arms behind her back unclipped her bra and gently removed it letting me see her as she did so. True her breasts were tiny but nonetheless they were very attractive and for a girl of her build they were perfectly proportioned. She really was as lovely as I had imagined in my fantasies.

“There, that wasn’t so bad was it? Now you can relax properly”, I said handing her the robe.

Rachelle put it on and sat down in the chair not bothering to tie the robe cord. 

I suggested we finish the bottle of wine and standing to pour her a final half glass I made sure my own robe fell completely open so that Rachelle could see my whole figure. Like she, I still had my panties on which by this time were really quite wet from my excitement. As I walked I could feel that my nipples were very erect as they rubbed against the towel of the robe.

“You’ve got a very nice figure yourself, Miss Johnstone”, Rachelle said politely as I poured her drink.

“Thank you Rachelle” I responded noting how she addressed me and deciding that I quite liked the formality. It kind of emphasised Rachelle’s submissiveness and that really turned me on. 

“Of course” I continued in a light-hearted tone, “we haven’t really concluded our little game have we. You know – ‘I’ll show you mine if you show me yours’. I suppose if I were to show you everything then you would have to match me or else you lose!”

I didn’t give Rachelle a chance to reply. Sitting back down on the bed I simply pulled by knickers down, took them off and sat in front of Rachelle with just my open robe remaining and giving her a full view of my pussy.

Make or break I thought! “Go on. Match that!” I said looking her directly in the eye but with a friendly smile.

Rachelle said nothing but with a beautifully coy smile, stood, pulled off her own knickers and sat down again. This was turning into a game of poker. Who would fold first?

I let the robe drop from my shoulders and spread my legs a little further. Rachelle followed suit.

I licked my fingers and then taking a nipple in each hand started to play with my breasts. Again without a word Rachelle copied me.

Lets get sexual I thought as I lowered my hand to my cunt and started to openly masturbate myself in front of this beautiful girl.

Rachelle watched me for a couple of minutes and then started to masturbate her own pussy. She spread he lips fairly wide and used the flat of her hand to rub herself vigorously. We both watched each other and smiled broadly. It was a very sexual and yet a very gentle situation. Two women just enjoying their own bodies and putting on a show for each other. At the same time the ‘poker’ element was still there. How far would she go?

I sank off the side of the bed and onto my knees on the floor. Then slowly rolling onto my back I lay on the floor and lifted my legs in the air. Rachelle now had a full view of my cunt and arse. Then I continued masturbating but this time also pushed a finger into my own arse hole and started pumping. Rachelle looked a little taken aback but also got on the floor and laying on her back continued to frig herself. We were both now nearing our orgasms as I shouted to her “What about your bottom. You don’t have a finger in your bottom.”

“I don’t want to so that!”, she shouted back as she started to jerk her hips.

“If you don’t match me you lose, go on fuck your arse with a finger.”

It was too late, Rachelle was in full flow of orgasm. Her hips were off the floor and her muscles tightened as she screamed and groaned and frigged herself. It was a glorious site to see and took me over the edge into my own orgasm.

We both lay on the floor, panting and sweating from our exertions. I crawled over to Rachelle and kissed her gently. “That was fun wasn’t it? Glad you stayed for the wine?” I asked.

“Oh yes”, she whispered.

“Unfortunately Rachelle, we must not forget you lost our little game.” I said.

“What do you mean, lost?” she asked.

“Well you didn’t do everything I did. I didn’t see you finger fuck your bottom. That means you lose and I win!” I stated rather more firmly.

“And what do I lose, Miss Johnstone?” she said playfully but with that submissive tone again.

“You lose your equality, is what you lose! For the rest of this week you will be my servant.”




The Seminar



“But I already am. I’m a maid for God’s sake!” she said.

I continued, “You don’t understand Rachelle, I mean you will be my sexual servant. For the rest of my stay we shall spend as much time together as possible, including your time off and you shall do my sexual bidding. How do you feel about that?”

Rachelle seemed to enjoy the possibility and looking me sweetly in the eye simply purred, “Yes Miss Johnstone.”

“Now for tonight you will stay with me. We shall share my bed and we shall fuck all night. And Rachelle, you will finger your own arse or I will do it for you. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Miss Johnstone.”

Rachelle and I spent the most glorious night together exploring each others bodies, friggingh ourselves, frigging each other and making good use of the vibrator I always carried with me to seminars. And yes, late into the night she did get to finger fuck her own arse whilst I licked her to orgasm.

As we awoke Rachelle got up and dressed quickly to get downstairs to start her shift. I simply put on a robe and walked her to the door. As she left I told her to come to my room at 7 p.m. when her shift ended.

“Yes Miss Johnstone.” She said with a smile.

I lent forward, my tits swinging in full view and kissed her on the lips just at the very moment when the guest in the room opposite open their door to pick up their morning paper. It was a women who looked at me, took in the whole scene in an instant and quickly closed her door. Rachelle looked worried and hurried off to work. For myself I thought, what the fuck! So she saw me kissing Rachelle and probably realised that we had spent the night together. Did it really matter that a stranger in a strange town knew I was bisexual. 

I would find out in due course……………………….

The Seminar – Part2.

Nine-thirty saw the start of my seminar day with an initial presentation on Denial of Service hacker threats. Whilst the talk was interesting and professional I couldn’t really concentrate thinking of Rachelle and the night we had just spent together. 

After a couple of hours we broke for coffee and I wandered into the anti-room and grabbed a cup of strong black coffee. I made my way to the back of the room near the doors out onto a sun terrace to enjoy the view and clear my mind in the hope that I would start concentrating on my work. As I stood drinking I felt a tap on the shoulder and turned to see a women, in her late forties perhaps, smiling at me. She introduced herself as Claire and asked if I was enjoying the seminar thus far.

I responded politely, feeling in some way as if I knew her or at least had made her acquaintance. We continued our chat for a few minutes when I asked her, by way of conversation, if she was staying in the hotel.

Claire responded, “Yes, I’m in room 340 just across the hall from you!”.

The penny dropped. I stuttered, “Oh yes, I saw you this morning didn’t I, picking up your newspaper….” And trailed off into an embarrassed silence. I could feel myself flushing red.

“Indeed you did!” she replied, “and you’re the woman I saw kissing the maid goodbye, presumably after spending the night with her, are you not?”.

Her frankness made me even more embarrassed. I didn’t know what to say but Claire broke the silence by continuing, “pretty little thing isn’t she. What’s her name”.

“Rachelle.” I said, before even thinking about it.

“And am I right about you and her?”

“Look!”, I said quietly, “shall we continue this conversation on the sun terrace?”, worried that people may be over hearing what we were saying.

Claire and I walked out onto the terrace where she said, “So am I right?”

I looked at her silently, she was well kept, in her late forties, as I said, about 5’ 6” tall with a very good figure. Her breasts were fairly big for her frame but not huge and her hair was long and lightly permed. After the initial silence I decided to respond as frankly as she was asking. Whilst she wasn’t my usual type I thought her attractive and figured she would hardly be asking such leading questions unless she too had some interest in me, sexually that is.

“Yes you are right. Rachelle did spend the night in my room. Does that interest you?”, I asked.

“If it did, would that be okay with you?” she replied.

“Yes I think it would be okay with me.”

We were both being careful what to say, neither of us wanting to say the words so I decided to move the conversation on by asking Claire if she was ‘that way inclined’. 

“Look, I think we are both talking about the same thing here. I’m not a lesbian, but I am bisexual and if you might be interested in some company during this week then I would certainly be keen for us to get to know one another a little better.”

This seemed to break the ice and Claire responded by saying that she would certainly like to spend some time with me but questioned whether she was my type in light of the fact that Rachelle was so young. I whispered to her that whilst my preference was generally for younger girls I thought her most attractive and re-iterated that if she wanted some company then I was ‘game’.

“Splendid!” she said in a posh voice, “how about we meet this evening?”

“That sounds good to me”, I said and then remembered that I had told Rachelle to come to my room at 7:00pm. I decided not to tell Claire this and instead asked if she could make it fairly early, say 6:00pm and if possible that she come to my room. I figured it might be interesting if Rachelle arrived once Claire was already there.

Claire said that 6:00 suited her fine since her last seminar session was due to finish at 4:00pm. With that, she gave me a wink, before turning and walking back into the seminar room for the next session.

The rest of the day was fairly straightforward with a number of talks interspersed with a buffet lunch. Although, to tell the truth, my mind was still not really on the job, rather, engaged as it was, on Rachelle, Claire and the potential for this week away from home, to turn into an experience to remember. I finished my last session at 5:00 p.m. and went to the bar for a quick couple of drinks. I felt I needed to relax myself as the thought of Claire’s visit had made me tense and excited all day. After a couple of whiskies, I went up to my room to prepare.

As soon as I had closed the door, I stripped out of my formal clothes and turned on the shower. I wanted to save myself for the possibilities ahead but as soon as I felt the cascading water on my flesh I just couldn’t resist a quick feel. This, somewhat inevitably, led to bringing myself off thinking once again of the beautiful young Rachelle and the more mature and undoubtedly more experienced Claire. The thought of them both together finally bought me to a tremendous orgasm.

Having finished my shower and my wank I dressed again in a Japanese style kimono-wrap under which I put on stockings, suspender belt, bra and panties. I thought just a robe was too simple and wanted Claire to see me at my sexiest. By the time I had dressed it was only a few minutes to six and, quickly tidying my room, I sat on the bed and waited for Claire. I still wasn’t totally sure she would turn up. After all we had only spoken for a few minutes. A few minutes in which we had been unbelievably frank and open with each other about our sexuality. It may be that she would have second thoughts but I dearly hoped not.

I was not to be disappointed as only a few minutes after six there was a gentle knock on my door. I opened it to see Claire before me, beautifully made up and wearing a short black dress, black stockings and, if I wasn’t mistaken, no bra. I couldn’t resist wondering if she had also left off her knickers. She had made a great effort to look her best, which made me glad I had done the same. 

I showed her in. In anticipation of the evening ahead I had, at lunchtime, arranged for three bottles of good white wine to be put in my mini-bar to chill. Claire sat down and made herself comfortable whilst I opened the first bottle and offered her a glass. I still made no mention of Rachelle but knew that I would have to move things along quickly with Rachelle due to arrive in a little under an hour.

I sat down opposite Claire and sipped my drink. She did the same, with neither of us knowing quite what to say. Eventually I reverted to safety and simply commented on how lovely her dress was. Claire leaped at the opportunity my compliment provided to start a conversation.

“You look very good yourself, Sue,” she said, “that kimono is beautiful.”

“Thanks”, I said, “I wanted to make the effort to look my best for you.”

“I hope I’m worth it” she said looking at herself.

“Oh believe me, from where I’m sitting you are most definitely worth it” I responded.

Claire by this time had already finished her glass of wine and stood to pour herself another and to top up my glass. As she did so she reverted to the frankness with which she had first spoken to me that morning and asked bluntly, “So, tell me Sue have you masturbated today?”

“Good God, what a question!” I said.

“Not really.”, she said, “we both know we fancy each other and hopefully we are both here to do something about it. For myself, I’ve returned to my room twice during the day to masturbate myself. I just haven't been able to stop thinking about meeting you tonight and imagining what you and the little maid got up to last night. I’ve been so excited I just had to bring myself off. Are you telling me you haven’t been feeling the same?”

“Well I have to admit when I showered to get ready I did frig myself. Like you I’ve been pretty excited all day.” I responded.

“And what did you think about as you played with yourself?”

“You, of course!” I said, “and Rachelle. To tell the truth I imagined you and her together!”

“Me and the little maid, wow!”, said Claire, “Due you think I might be able to meet her as well sometime this week?

“Who knows.” I said, determined not to let on just yet, that Rachelle was due to come to my room within the next hour, “but if you do I expect you to put on a good show for me.”

“Do you like to watch then?” she asked.

“Well I like to get involved, but yeah, watching is fun too.” I said.

“So how about I start this evening with a little show for you then?” Claire asked.

“Perfect, that would be just perfect, Claire”, I said, thinking how great it would be for Rachelle to arrive during Claire’s ‘performance’.

Claire smiled and stood, saying, “Why don’t you start by putting on some music and then tell me what you would like me to do.”

I put on the radio and set it to some gentle background type music and then told Claire that I would love to watch her masturbate for me. 

Claire turned her back to me and started to gently sway her hips. As she did so, in time to the music, she reached behind her back and lowered the zip on her little black dress. As the back fell open it confirmed that she had indeed chosen not to wear a bra. The skin of her back was beautiful. She slowly pulled the dress from her shoulders and pushed it down to her hips. Still not turning to show me anything, she danced some more and them, placing her fingers back into the dress she pushed it down to the floor and stepped out of it. I was right about the knickers too. Claire wore none and stood before me but still facing away. Her bottom was firm and smooth looking like that of women half her age. Her legs were slender and her ankles slight.

I so desperately wanted her to turn around. I had started to rub my mound through the silk of my kimono and at the same time was pinching my nipples with my other hand.

Claire then took two steps to the table/desk at the end of my room and bending forward rested her shoulders on the tabletop and slightly spread her legs. It was the most gorgeous site. A beautifully fit, nearly fifty year-old women showing her nude arse to me and together with a totally sexy hint of pussy between her spread legs, still clad in her stockings and suspender belt. It was a stunning scene that made me sigh out load with lust.

“Enjoying the view?” she asked in a gentle whisper.

“Oh yes, oh yes…” I replied as my own masturbation took on a more frantic urge. I pulled my panties to one side and inserting a finger into my cunt started to finger fuck myself. Claire looking over her shoulder saw what I was doing and smiled. Turning her head away from me again she reached between her legs and started to frig her own pussy spreading her pussy lip wide. Then she bought both hands behind her arse and spread her bottom cheeks wide. Her arsehole was fully exposed to me.

“Suck me.”, she whispered.

I fell to my knees and crawled over to her. Still on my knees I held her arse cheeks apart and started to lick both her arse hole and her pussy. My tongue darted deep into her cunt as she squirmed on the table top returning her own hand to her clit and started rubbing hard.

“God this is soooo good Sue!”, she explained almost breathlessly, “bring me off, frig me sue, fuck my cunt, fuck my arse, just please fuck me.”

I continued licking at her thighs and pussy and at the same time spat on my index finger and inserted it gently into her arse hole. I started to finger fuck her arse nice and gentle as she started to shake. I knew she was coming and pulled away from her. Sitting on the floor between her legs I watched as she continued to work on her clit and pussy.

“God, God…I’m coming” she groaned as her legs gave way and she collapsed on the floor next to me wringing the last throws of orgasm out of herself. For the first time I saw her tits. Her nipples were huge and brown. They must have been sticking out nearly an inch and her pussy was covered in sticky juices. She was truly spent and looked just so unbelievably sexy. I lent forward and kissed her full and deep as she put her hand onto my knickers and grabbing the thin material drew it up between my pussy lips and started to pull it up and down hard. She was bringing me off using my panties. I shouted for her to do it harder and harder until I too reached a fantastic orgasm. We sat on the floor kissing and hugging each other.

“That was just great!”, she said, “I’m so glad I saw you and Rachelle this morning, otherwise I would never had guessed that you and I could have such fun together. I want more, I want to stay all night with you. I want to do things together that you have never even thought off.”

“I’m so glad we met too. You are just so sexy. I hope you don’t mind me saying this but I have never been with an older women before. Its like having sex with my….” I stopped myself.

“Go on.” Said Claire.

“No, no, what I was going to say would sound rude and I wouldn’t mean it like that.” I replied.

“Go on you can say what you want, I won’t be insulted.” She said.

“Well I was going to say that it’s like having sex with my mother! Is that okay to say that. Like I say I mean it in the nicest possible way. I promise.” I said.

“I’m not upset at all Sue,” said Claire, “it’s a nice thought that you see me as s sexy mother figure. Perhaps we could take that idea a little further into some role-playing. Would that be fun Sue?”

I thought about the possibilities of what Claire was saying and agreed that the idea of some role playing with her as my mother could be real fun and ever so naughty and dirty. I kissed her again and whispered gently that I would very much like her to ‘be my mother’ for the week.

I pulled myself back onto the bed and Claire stood, straightened her stockings and sat down in the chair keeping her legs a little open to give me a full view of her wet pussy. “Why don’t you take a little more off” she said.

I thought for a moment and decided what better time to start the role-play. “I can’t mum!” I said and saw Claire smile at my use of the term ‘mum’, “You see I have been naughty and haven’t told you everything.”

“You mean to say you’ve been lying to your mother!” she responded in character, “have you got something to tell me then?”

“Sorry mum, it’s just that I have invited a friend to my room this evening. It was going to be a surprise but I know now that I should have told you; I shouldn’t lie to my mum.” I said trying to look as much like a naughty girl as I could.

“And who is this friend you have invited over” Claire asked.

“Its Rachelle”. I said.

“Really!” she said in reply, “well why don’t we have some fun then. Introduce me as your mother. Then we can play around in front of her and she how she responds. Wouldn’t that be fun.”

I could immediately see the possibilities and agreed to go along with Claire pretending to me my mum in front of Rachelle. I tidied myself up and Claire put her dress back on and tidied her hair. We then hugged each other again like schoolgirls on a sleepover and awaited Rachelle’s arrival.

It was a few minutes before six when there came a knock on the door. I opened it and there was Rachelle looking as sexy as ever in her uniform. Figuring that she wouldn’t recognise Claire from the brief encounter in the corridor the morning before, I showed her in. As she entered the room Claire stood to greet her. Rachelle look shocked to see her. She turned to me and said “I didn’t know you had company, I’d better come back latter”.

“No”, I said, “don’t be silly. Rachelle this is my mother. Mum this is Rachelle the maid I told you about. Rachelle has promised to look after me personally during my stay.”

“Pleased to meet you Rachelle,” said Claire, “Its unusual to have a personal maid. I hope my daughter is treating you well.”

“Yes thank you madam.” Said Rachelle.

“So what are you here to do now Rachelle?” said Claire knowing she was putting Rachelle on the spot.

“Oh I was erh, umm”, she stuttered.

I cut in, “Rachelle has finished her shift for today and I invited her to join me for a light supper to thank her for her efforts so far”.

“Oh fine” said Claire, “we can all eat together then if that’s okay with you Rachelle but first let’s have some wine together.”

“Thank you madam” replied Rachelle, “that would be nice”.

We all sat together drinking wine and generally making polite conversation when Claire winked at me and smiled. I knew she was going to so something but I didn’t know what. True to form she was blunt in the extreme. 

“Tell me Rachelle, I hope my daughter hasn’t asked you to do anything above and beyond the call of duty.”

“I don’t know what you mean madam” replied Rachelle politely.

“Mother! Please” I exclaimed.

“Oh come on Sue, you know what I mean.” Replied Claire and turning to Rachelle who was by know looking slightly confused, continued, “you see Rachelle, my daughter is bi-sexual and has a taste for, how shall I put it, younger girls like you! It’s got her into trouble before and I would hate for it to do so again. So if she makes a move on you, you must feel free to decline her. But please don’t report her and get her into trouble.

“Mum!”, I exclaimed again, “please! You’re embarrassing me.”

Rachelle didn’t know where to look. She glanced at me looking for guidance.

Claire, who was putting on a superb performance, looked at us both glancing at each other and said, “I detect some vibes going on here! Sue, have you been compromising this beautiful young girl?”

“No mother!”, I said, “I haven’t done anything.”

“You’re lying to me!” Claire responded, “I can see it in your face. I told you never to lie to your Mother.” And then turning directly to Rachelle, she said forcefully, “Rachelle, I want you to tell me honestly, has my daughter tried it on with you? And don’t try to cover for her, if she has I want to know.”

Rachelle, being so young, acted like a little girl and immediately started ‘spilling the beans’, “yes she has. Last night she talked me into undressing for her.”

“Is that all she did?”

“Well no, she made me do things as well.” Said Rachelle coyly.




The Seminar



“What things?” asked Claire rather sternly.

Rachelle looked at me for forgiveness and then continued, “well she made me touch myself and then she asked me to stay the night with her and she licked me and made me lick her and she made me….”

“What?” asked Claire, “what else did she do?”

“Well she made me put a finger in my own bottom and masturbate.” Said Rachelle.

Claire swung round to me, “Sue, I’ve told you about this sort of thing, how it will get you into trouble one day, and what would happen if you ever did it again. Now I’m going to punish you. Grown women or not, you’re still my daughter and its up to me to teach you how to behave. Now stand up and bend over one of the chairs. I going to spank your bottom and Rachelle is going to watch to see that you are punished and that you are sorry for making her do things with you.”

“Mum! Please”, I said, “I promise I won’t do it again. Please don’t humiliate me in front of Rachelle.”

“You’ve promised before. Now get your knickers off and bend over that chair as your mother tells you”.

I was by now getting really into my character. Despite my age I felt like a naughty little girl being told off and punished, “Yes mum.” I said.

“Rachelle”, said Claire, “are you alright with this. Do you want to see me Sue punished? Do you think she deserves to be punished?”

Rachelle looked by now as if she was beginning to enjoy me apparent humiliation and said that she was happy to watch and that I deserved all I got. I couldn’t believe it since she had been so willing the night before and now she was happily siding with a women she thought to be my mother, and willing her on to punish and humiliate me. 

I stood up reluctantly and removed my kimono. Then, as instructed I dropped my knickers to the floor and slowly bent over the chair, now dressed only in bra, stockings and suspender belt. Claire stood behind me whilst Rachelle moved to and sat down on the bed which gave her the best possible view of my bottom. Claire then raised her arm and started to spank my bottom. At first she was pretty gentle, almost playing at spanking me. With each stroke she also caressed by arse cheeks and occasionally dropped a finger onto my cunt. In short she was starting to masturbate me with each stroke of her hand. 

“Have you got a good view Rachelle?” ‘mum’ asked Rachelle.

“Oh yes thank you madam” I have a marvellous view replied Rachelle.

“And are you enjoying Sue’s punishment?”

“Oh yes madam.”

“How much are you enjoying it Rachelle? Let me see how much you are enjoying it. Why don’t you let me see your gorgeous little body Rachelle, just as my ‘daughter’ did last night.” Said Claire.

Rachelle didn’t need asking twice. As I bent over the chair receiving my punishment I could see most of the room in the large wall mirror and although she was generally behind me I got a pretty good view of Rachelle. She stood up and unzipping her skirt dropped it to the floor, quickly followed by her tights and panties. Then removing her blouse and little bra sat back down again.

“Is that better madam?” she asked Claire.

“Oh that’s much better Rachelle.” Claire replied, “Now how about you taking over from me for a few final strokes?” 

Rachelle jumped once again to her feet and immediately stood behind me. Without further prompting she started to spank me, much harder than Claire had been doing. I winced a little as her petite hand slapped against my bottom with the force of someone much more powerful than Rachelle appeared. As she spanked me Rachelle’s other hand had gone directly to her pussy and she was rubbing herself, up and down in time with each stroke.

For her part Claire had moved to the bed, pulled her dress up above her waist and laying on her back with her knees in the air was already frantically masturbating herself. As she did so, she prompted Rachelle on, “Go Rachelle, spank my daughter. She’s been so naughty making you do things. Make my little girl sorry….” She tailed off into her own world of lust as she closed her eyes and continued frigging herself very hard and fast finishing my arching her back and hips right off the bed in the first throws of her orgasm before slumping back down, opening her eyes and smiling at myself and Rachelle who had both turned to watch her finish herself off.

“Come on you two”, she said, “its about time you both came as well. Both of you get down on your hands and knees”.

Rachelle and I both did as we were told and Claire then knelt behind us and pushed two fingers of each hand into each of our pussies. I was in heaven about to reach orgasm with two women, one young enough to be my daughter and one old enough and actually pretending to be my mother. It took Claire no time at all to bring me to the edge as her fingers slide gently in and out of my cunt. I turned and kissed Rachelle as she too was nearing her time. 

“Come on, come for me” shouted Claire whilst at the same time increasing the pace of her pumping, “Come together for mummy. I want you to come all over my hands. I want both your juices all over me. Come on girls. Come for mummy!”

Rachelle and I both collapsed our arms to the floor at the same time to give Claire maximum access to our pussies now sticking up towards her face. Claire gave a final push into both of us and holding her fingers inside, started to wriggle them about. The feeling was fantastic and yet strangely relaxing and both Rachelle and myself started to groan and moan, each to our own rather gentle orgasms. 

Rachelle spoke first, looking at me she simple said, “I wish I had a mum like yours”.

Claire responded before I said anything, “Rachelle, I’m not really Sue’s mother! You may remember a guest in the room opposite saw you coming out of Sue’s room this morning. Do you remember?”

Rachelle obviously realised straight away who Claire was and simply said “You!”

“Yes Rachelle, it was me. I’m just a guest like Sue but we thought it might be fun to play at mothers and daughters and to see if you thought the situation sexy. It was only for fun and I hope you are not angry with us.”

Rachelle just smiled and said “I not angry at all. The thought of having sex with a mother and daughter was wonderful. As I said I wish you were my mother for the week as well.”

“That could be arranged”, I said joining the conversation. “If you could take some time off Rachelle, the three of us could go out and about as mother and daughters over the next few days. I certainly don’t mind missing the seminar for this. How about you Claire.”

“It sounds good to me girls” replied Claire, “me taking my two ‘daughters’ out and about and having some great sex together along the way. I keen but on one condition. As my ‘daughters’ you must do as you are told by your ‘mother’, whatever I say. Agreed?”

“Agreed!” we both replied in unison. 

This week was going to get better and better I thought as we all started hugging and prepared to spend the night together!

The Seminar – Part3.

The next day Claire and I, having checked the seminar schedule decided to go on a day out in the local area and contacting Rachelle on her mobile, arranged to meet her outside of the hotel at around 11.00 am after she had finished ‘the breakfast shift’.

Having all met up we went to a local coffee house to make plans for the day. Neither Claire nor I knew what to suggest but Rachelle said she knew of plenty of quite beach coves in the area where we could get a tan, be practically assured of some privacy and maybe have some fun! Having had her first real bi-sexual experience only two days before with me, Rachelle was now the keenest of us all to have more of the same.

“My God, your insatiable young lady!” Claire said.

“Yeah I know, but sex with you two is fantastic and I figured if I could add some of my favourite thing to the mix then it would be just perfect.” Said Rachelle.

“And what’s that?” I asked.

“Well I really like outdoor fun, if you know what I mean. You know, the risk of being caught and all that. Although I suppose if I actually was caught it would be mortifying.”

“If you think that would be bad what about being caught in the act with two other women. Are you sure about this Rachelle?” Claire asked.

“Oh yes. Yes I’m sure. Can we, can we please go to the beach together?”

Claire looked at me for approval and then said, Alright the beach it is but it must be somewhere we can get privacy and the condition holds; if we go out its as Mother and daughters and you do as I say. Okay?”

“Okay”, said Rachelle immediately.

I thought about the possibilities for a moment and then too agreed to be Claire’s daughter once again.

“Right then girls, I’ll get the car and Rachelle, you can direct us to a nice beach.” Said Claire with a definite enthusiasm in her voice.

We took a journey of about thirty minutes from town to the beaches that Rachelle thought would be the most deserted. She assured us that the tourists never bothered to go more than a couple of miles out of town and by going a few miles more you could get all the best coves with no one to bother you. Even then we had to check out three small beaches before we found one that no one else was on. It was a small sandy beach with a grassy cliff to the back and a single footpath leading down from the top. The lay of the land meant that from up on the cliff top you couldn’t see the beach itself. This had the benefit of us not being spied on from above but added to the risk that if anyone did come to the beach we wouldn’t see them until the last minute. No matter, we thought it was a great little beach and we decided it would be where we would spend the day. Claire had bought a small picnic lunch for us all and made sure to include a few bottles of wine. All in all we were set for a wonderful relaxing and hopefully sexy day together.

The first couple of hours we spent just generally sunbathing, chatting a taking the occasional dip in the sea which was somewhat cold but very refreshing. By now it was late morning and Rachelle and I decided to explore a few rock pools that lay to one side of the cove whilst Claire got the picnic lunch laid out.

When we got to the rocks both Rachelle and I sat down either side of a small pool and started to talk. She asked me if I felt safe enough in the cove to maybe have a little fun latter with her and Claire. We hadn’t seen another soul in the hours that we had been there so I told her that I was looking forward to some sun and games after lunch with the two of them and added, “but how about you and I having a little pre-lunch session here by the rock pools?”

“Oh yes please Sue” she purred and immediately ripped off the top of her bikini.

“My god, you’re keen!” I exclaimed.

“I know, I been horny all day just waiting for either you or Claire to lead the way” she replied.

I glanced around for one further check of our privacy and then stood up from the rock and removed my swimsuit. The fresh air and sun on my body immediately made me feel so free and at the same time very, very sexy. Rachelle looked beautiful as I took the few paces to her and pulled her bikini bottoms down to her ankles. We embraced and kissed deeply, gently fondling each other breasts and bottoms. I crouched a little lower and putting my hand back onto her bottom found her arse crack and gently pushed a finger into her arse. As I did so she hugged be so tight and started to gently push herself up and down onto my finger. 

“I like you fingering my arse, Sue” she said, “It makes me feel so dirty”.

While Rachelle and I mutually masturbated and caressed one another by the rock pools Claire was getting lunch ready when she was disturbed by a new arrival to our little cove, as she told us later.

She had been opening the wine when she heard a “Hello” from behind her. Surprised that any one else was there she spun round to see a women of about thirty years of age,with shoulder length blond hair walking towards her and now only a few yards away. 

“Hello” said Claire to the woman, who smiled and walked on passed Claire, some twenty or so yards further up the beach and there stopped and started to lay her towel and bags down. Claire was annoyed that our privacy had been spoiled but at the same time had admired the woman’s figure and had considered the possibility that she may, in some way, add to our planned adventures.

Whilst setting out lunch Claire said that she had made a point of glancing at the women from time to time to see if there was any sort of response and on the occasions where they made eye contact, noted that the woman smiled at her. Claire made sure to smile back. The woman had made herself comfortable and pulling a book from her bag had lain on her side, facing Claire, and started to read. She had discarded a light sarong she had been wearing to reveal a small, pale-blue bikini.

After some fifteen minutes the woman got up and started over to Claire. As she approached she stopped a few feet away from our towels and said, “Sorry to disturb you but I wondered if you would mind if I were to sun bath in the nude. I always do when I come here since the cove is usually deserted but since you were here first I thought it polite to ask.” She then added, looking at the large picnic lunch, “Are you here alone?”

Claire replied, “Actually I’m here with my daughters, they’re down by the rock pools, but I’m sure they won’t mind if you want to sun bath nude and it certainly doesn’t bother me. Feel free!”

“Thanks”, the woman replied, “My name’s Lisa, by the way.”

“Claire”, said Claire.

As the woman turned to walk back to her towel Claire quickly said, “Lisa, you’re more than welcome to share our picnic if you like. We have more than enough.”

“Oh I wouldn’t want to intrude on you.” Lisa replied.

“Not at all!” said Claire, “Please do join us, if you would like”.

“Well in that case, thank you very much for the kind offer” said Lisa, “I would love to.” And with that she sat down whilst Claire passed her a glass of wine.

After some ten minutes of general chat to get to know each other a little, Claire asked Lisa how often she came to the cove.

“Oh at least three times a week, if I can. I married so I don’t have to work and I have no children so my time is really my own. I just love to come here for the peace and quiet and, if truth be told, to get an all over tan. Its really unusual to find anyone else here.”

As they chatted Rachelle and I came back from the rock pools, flushed with the aftermath of our mutual masturbation. Claire looked at me as we approached her and Lisa and smiled a knowing smile. She knew straight away what we had been up to. As Rachelle and I sat down Claire introduced Lisa to us and us to her and told us that she had invited Lisa to share our meal. As agreed, we were introduced as her daughters.

We all sat together, chatting, sharing our meal and generally having a laugh. It was amazing how we so quickly felt at ease with Lisa although I suspect Rachelle was a little concerned that any further chance of some sexy fun had been spoiled by Lisa’s arrival. 

She need not have worried. As we neared the end of our meal Claire turned to Rachelle and myself and said, “Lisa asked me if we would object to her sunbathing naked. I of course told her that we wouldn’t mind, would we girls.”

“Not at all mum!” said Rachelle.

“Fine by me” I said.

“There you are Lisa, I told you it wouldn’t be an issue so go right ahead.” Said Claire.

“Thanks” said Lisa looking over to where her towel was, “I will latter then.”

“Oh you don’t have to wait Lisa, you go right ahead.” Said Claire almost challenging her to get naked where she was rather than returning to her towel. 

I knew immediately what Claire was up to.

“Well I don’t know…er…um..” said Lisa.

“Go on” urged Claire, “we wouldn’t want to put you off particularly when you’ve said how much you enjoy you’re all over tan.”

“Well if you’re sure you don’t mind.” said Lisa as she slowly unclipped her bikini top and took it off to reveal a pair of lovely firm breasts and large brown nipples. There she stopped.

“Well you won’t get an all over tan like that will you!”, Claire goaded her, “Come on relax and get those bottoms off!”.

Lisa looked at both me and Rachelle for assurance and then briefly standing up she removed her bottoms and sat back down again. As she did so we all saw that she had practically no hair on her pussy. She was gorgeous.

We continued to chat for a few moments when Claire said , “If you don’t mind your old mum is gonna get naked too and keep Lisa company. I quite fancy some all over tanning myself” and she too stripped naked, sat back down and poured us all some more wine.

I could see that Claire had every intention of this being a very exciting afternoon. For her part, Rachelle was notably turned on by Lisa’s nudity and her nipples had started to erect. 

“Well, one for all and all for one” I said getting to my feet and stripping my own swim costume off whilst at the same time saying, “Come on lil’sis” to Rachelle, “Get yours off too!”

Rachelle, with almost undue eagerness, leapt to her feet and stripped.

So there we were, four women, all nude, enjoying the sun and with at three of us wanting to jump on Lisa and ravish her. We didn’t yet know if she might be interested but I was confident ‘mum’ would control the situation as beautifully as she had done up to that point and steer Lisa into our adventures for that day. The only problem, as I could see it, was Lisa might find the mum/daughter situation a little difficult and wondered if Claire had been wise to carry on the pretence. However I trusted Claire’s judgement and let her lead the way. She immediately ‘set the ball rolling’.

“Rachelle, it looks to me as if you’re getting yourself a little excited there dear”, Said Claire looking at Rachelle’s nipples, “Is it the sun on your body?”

Rachelle looked embarrassed, “Sorry Mum, it’s…well its…its Lisa being here. I’ve never been naked in this sort of situation with a stranger.”

“Oh I’m sorry.” Said Lisa, “I didn’t mean to embarrass anyone.”

“Nonsense” said Claire, “you’ve not embarrassed anyone Lisa. Its really nice for woman to be able to share each others company like this and if any of us find it just a little sexy then what’s the harm in that. I know the sun always makes me feel sexy, how about you Sue?”

“Oh mum!, you’re so forward always.” I chided her in a friendly way, “yeah I do feel sexy myself but I’m not at all embarrassed.” I said looking at Lisa.

“So Lisa” cut in ‘Mum’, “How about you? Do you get sexy when you sun bath naked?”

“Always.” Was her simple reply.

“And what,” Claire continued, “do you do about it?”

“Do about it?” asked Lisa.

“Oh come on Lisa, are you telling me that you come here to sun bath naked three times a week, that doing so makes you sexy and that you do nothing about it?” asked Claire with a broad smile on her face. 

Lisa smiled back and replied, “Well sometimes I…well, you know…I sometimes entertain myself if you know what I mean.”

“No”, laughed Claire, “I don’t know what you mean. Explain.”

Lisa smiled at Claire but then looked at her in a slightly puzzled way glancing at myself and Rachelle.

“Oh don’t be shy Lisa, My daughters are women of the world. Now you were about to tell us all how you entertain yourself.” Said Claire, “and make sure you include all the details” I added.

Lisa was now quiet relaxed in our company and aided by the wine answered, “Well after a few hours in the sun I occasionally play with myself a little. You know just general stuff. I like to play with my nipples and then my pussy. Sometimes its just gentle caressing for maybe an hour or more and sometimes, if the mode take me, it’s a more frantic session where I simply bring myself off real quick and dirty.”

“And how do you feel today Lisa,” prompted ‘Mum’.




The Seminar



You and I have been enjoying “cyber-sex” for many months. We are geographically too far apart and both have family responsibilities that make taking our feelings from the virtual to reality impossible. Our correspondence has become increasingly hotter and more graphic in our sexual desires. 

Fate steps in, bringing a gift. We are in the same industry and there is a seminar we are to both attend. As we write, apologizing for our future absence, we learn we will be attending the same seminar, which is to be held in a hotel where we will both be staying. Suddenly, the trip away from home is something to be looked forward to, not avoided. We each fly to the distant city from our own. We travel with others from our company. 

Obviously, business must be attended to. But the first one to check in would inform the front desk of the other one's arrival, and ask for adjoining rooms. 

Then down to the business of why we are there. Maybe that first day, one might arrive early and the next one might be later. There are afternoon sessions and we probably have to attend a dinner.

But later, as each group and person is left to return to their rooms, we would each notice a certain urgency about our walk. Perhaps you get to your room first. I wonder, what you would be wearing, knowing I would be in the next room. I would get to my room, and remove coat, tie, shoes, and take a deep breath. Then I would walk over to the door that joins the two rooms. I open my side, and find your door already open. It was waiting, just as you are. 

I step inside and say “Amy?" 

You turn, rush over to the door. Even though we have never met, we hug and kiss like old sweethearts who haven't seen each other in years. 

You are hot to get started, but I am old fashioned. 

I push you out of the embrace, and grab your right hand with mine and say "Hi, I'm David". 

You say "Hi David, I'm Amy. How are you?" 

"I'm fine, and you?"

You answer that you are fine too, and we walk nearer to the bed. 

I grab you arm and say, "Now that that is over...." and push you onto the bed, and fall on you. We kiss, over and over again, enjoying the rupture of being together. 

You move me to your side and open your robe. You were expecting me, and so you dressed comfortably, but you have nothing under the robe. I sit there, staring at a body I have longed for. As I stare at you, you move to me and I watch your body as you move. Still staring, barely able to breathe, I am so enamored with what I am looking at. You startle me as you start unbuttoning my shirt. You slide it back, off my shoulders. As it slips off, I reach over and hold your left breast. With the slightest of pressure, I push you on to your back and kiss you, while holding and now squeezing your breast. 

We kiss again and again, our tongues playing games with each other, my palm is now pushing against your breast. Our breathing becomes shallow and quicker. As I move closer to you, my belt buckle comes in contact with your abdomen and you twitch. We stop and I stand up. 

I pull you up and say "Wait just a second", and I pull back the bed sheets. I turn to you, laying my hands on you shoulders, inside your open robe and step in to kiss you again, as my hands drop your robe behind you. Then, taking your hand, I put you in bed. I unbuckle the offending belt, unzip and drop my pants and underpants. I move to join you in the bed, but you hold out you hand to my stomach and stop my approach. 

"Not yet you don't", you whisper. I look quizzical, but you lean over and take me into your mouth. A moan slips out of my mouth. 

You are happily moving your head back and forth, allowing my dick to move in and out of your mouth. You hand comes up and begins fondling my balls. I stroke your hair. My dick is in Heaven, in your mouth. Both my hands are on your head, not forcing you, just going along for the ride. My pent up desire for you did not have the patience for the quality of your mouth. I explode into your mouth. You confidently and gently stay on me, sucking me clean. After sucking all I could give, you lick my shaft, it flutters a bit. 

"Mmmm", you say, and you begin licking my balls and back up the underside of my dick. You notice after a few licks, there is more for you to lick. 

You pull off me, and grabbing my hand you say “Get into this bed right now!”  

I never disobey a woman. 

We lie in the bed, embracing by each other, soaking each other in with our eyes, gently touching lips, talking some but not about anything too intense. Of course I have one hand on your breast, playing and teasing gently. You can feel my hard cock pressing against your abdomen as we kiss. You roll back and pull me onto you and I pull your legs up and off to the sides to allow me entry into your dark moistness.

I tease you with my hardness, rubbing it on your clit, down to your hole, about to enter, back to your clit. You can't take the teasing because you want it so bad.

You wrap your legs around my ass and pull me into you deeply, your arms around my neck, pulling me down for sweet kisses and then allowing me to trail kisses down to your breasts as I start to thrust myself, first soft and slow but growing harder and faster.

I pull myself away from your breasts to get positioned better and pull your legs up over my shoulders and I thrust into you hard and deep. 

You hands find your nipples and twist and squeeze while you moan in pleasure from my thrusts. 

Your body begins to shudder, your moans become more intense, and I turn my head to place kisses on your leg as we both explode.

Our eyes meet, I put your legs down, pull out, and lie next to you still looking at you with intense passion and we kiss. You lie in my arms and with my hand on your breast, we sleep.

A couple of hours pass, our rest was peaceful. I wake up, for no apparent reason and begin to recall where I am. I find myself next to a beautiful sexy woman, my hand on her breast. I take a breath and assure myself this is not a dream, the woman next to me resembles every woman I have fantasized about, yet she is real, and I'm laying here copping a feel. This thought is immediately translated to a "call to action" down below. I am becoming erect by merely being in your presence, well, that and holding your breast. The sheet is starting to tent up and I begin squeezing your breast, not sure of what to do next. 

You wake up about the same time. But you are content to leave your eyes closed, and enjoy the feeling my hand is giving you. As if by magic, you seem to know what I am thinking. You know I am unsure of what I sure do. I only want to please you, but how?

Without letting me know you are awake, you trap my hand onto your breast and roll on to your side, your back toward me. I am pulled to you. Still clinging to your breast, my hard dick moves between your thighs and buttocks. With only the slightest movement on your part, the head of my dick rests on the outside of your anus. You lay there, silently, not moving. But your head is whirling. You sense I don't know if you are awake or asleep and sense a certain reluctance on my part to take you unknowingly. At the same time, you are trying every bio-feedback trick in the book to relax your opening to me. It works, your hole is relaxed and actually opening. I feel a tingle on the tip of my dick that propels me to inch just closer. The head meets minimal resistance and enters you. You push my hand harder on your breast and whisper "Drive it home, Lover". 

I move gently forward while you flex a bit, sticking your butt back, and I am in to the hilt. I lay there, unable to move, soaking in the joy and pleasure I am feeling. I move my head and begin kissing your neck, starting in the middle of your back, where the neck joins the back. I move up slightly and begin kissing the side of your neck. Your head move back in pleasure, but this also allows access to more of your neck. I begin moving in and out of your ass while kissing your neck. Goosebumps are on your arms. With a slight strain, you move your face towards mine and I move up to kiss your lips. My hand leaves your breast to hold your face as we kiss. I stroke your face and hair. I kiss you once more and then drop my hand back to your breast and move my body down, for deeper penetration. 

You lock my arm again and roll onto your stomach, with me pushing off the bed and staying with you and in you. You lay spread eagle on the bed. I reach around you with my hands until both breasts are firmly held. I move them slightly to pinch your nipples. I start pumping in and out of your butt. You prop yourself up onto your elbows. This affords me better access to your breasts and I hold them tighter and thrust into you harder. Then harder and faster. Grabbing your breasts, pulling them, squeezing them, pinching them, I am pumping in and out of your ass like a piston. Suddenly, I hold your breasts tightly, pushing them into you, and pushing into your ass, moving slightly, I push into you again and erupt into you. You have been rubbing against the bed, and the feeling of my being in you, and coming in you, drives you over the brink. You are washed over and over with the warm feelings of orgasm. 

Our motions subside, I release your breasts, and you return your head to the pillow. I pull out of you, and roll onto my back. Sleep returns swiftly to us both.



The Seminar



Katherine stifled a yawn. "Methods For Soliciting The Attention Of Your Legislators" was a difficult subject to make interesting at its best and the current speaker sure wasn't the one to make it interesting. She would be boring to listen to if she were addressing the group on the subject of sex. Katherine giggled inwardly at the thought. It wasn't likely that the state library would sanction a seminar on sex regardless of the amount of interest. 

She and John, the chairman of her local library board, were attending a two-day seminar on the very subject being expounded at the moment. So far she had doubts as to the value either she, the board chairman or her library in general were going to realize from this trip but there was still another day to go.

"Thank you for your attention. Are there any questions?" said the speaker, at long last.

As expected there were none. The seminar organizer, a representative from the state library office, then stood and announced that the social hour would be at 5:30 in the large meeting room and that dinner would follow immediately after that. The audience gave an almost audible sigh of relief as they rose and left the auditorium. As she and John left the room they were joined by Maureen, director of one of the library systems in the eastern part of the state, and Craig, who worked as an administrative assistant in the office of one of the local state senators. 

"Why don't you guys join us for Happy Hour?" asked Maureen.

Katherine glanced at John who said, "Sure. That sounds like a good idea," and they proceeded together into the lounge area of the center.

Maureen did not look like the average persons mental picture of a librarian. Tall and shapely, she practically exuded sex appeal. She was dressed in a low-cut dress which revealed an enticing view of the tops of her obviously voluptuous breasts and was wearing shoes with heels just high enough to accentuate the calves of her legs. It was fairly obvious that Craig was interested in more than just her abilities as a librarian.

Katherine, on the other hand, didn't dress to attract the attention of men or of anyone else. She was most of the time dressed in slacks or long skirts. She didn't wear makeup. But she walked with a sensuality and grace that was alluring to men, some of whom recognized the sexiness but couldn't define it. She was confident in herself and didn't really feel the need for artificial enhancements to her appearance. She didn't know it but John thought her the sexiest woman he had ever seen. 

The four of them went to the portable bar and they each selected a glass of wine, Craig got a beer, and found seats at a table near the door to the restaurant. While they were seated, enjoying their drinks, Katherine was surprised to feel a tentative foot exploring her foot beneath the table. She assumed it was Craig, maybe searching for Maureen's foot and a little off target.

They visited over a couple of drinks and then went to the restaurant where they also found a table to accommodate the four of them. Dinner was good, about what you could expect at a convention center and was accompanied by a couple more glasses of wine for each of them. 

"I have an idea," said Craig. "I have a bottle of champagne in my room which I was going to take home with me but why don't we go up and share it?" The four of them seemed to be enjoying each other's company and conversation so they concluded that Craig's idea was indeed a good one.

"Everybody bring along your wine glass because all I have in the room are those plastic cups for using mouthwash," Craig said, laughing.

"I need to stop by my room for a few minutes first," said John. "I have to make a couple of telephone calls."

"Me too," said Katherine. "Give me about 20 minutes."

Craig handed John one of the coded cards used for a room key and said, "No hurry. Just come on over when you are ready." 

As it turned out Craig's room was directly across the hall from the two rooms Katherine and John were occupying. John went into his room and made his telephone calls. He then removed his suit coat and neck tie, freshened his after shave lotion and called Katherine on her cell phone. 

"Meet you in the hall?" he asked.

Katherine agreed and a couple of minutes later they were at the door to Craig's room. John slipped the key card into the slot and they opened the door. Katherine gasped as she saw Craig and Maureen entwined together on one of the beds. Maureen's dress was bunched around her waist and both her panties and bra had been removed. Craig's shirt was open and Maureen had her hand in the front of his pants.

"Boy! These guys don't waste any time, do they?" John said to Katherine as they quickly stepped inside and closed the door. 

Katherine turned to John, her face beet red with embarrassment, and said, "What should we do?"

John said, "We were invited in for a drink of champagne so let's have one. The bottle had been opened and the four glasses had all been poured. Two of the glasses had apparently been drunk from but only a little. John and Katherine picked up their glasses and turned to watch the amorous couple who were now almost totally naked and who apparently knew exactly what they were doing. John and Katherine sat down side by side on the other bed. Maureen turned so that she was lying across the bed, her thighs spread wide, her smooth shaven pussy glistening with the juices of desire. Craig positioned himself above her, grasped his cock in his right hand, and rubbed the head of it against the swollen lips of Maureen's pussy. He then very slowly sank himself into her depths. All this was happening just in front of John and Katherine who sat side by side on the adjoining bed. 

Katherine was stunned! She didn't disapprove at all. She enjoyed sex herself but other than a couple of XXX rated videos she had seen she had never seen other people fucking in her presence. She had also never seen a shaved pussy before and that was as startling to her as the act she was witnessing. She didn't even shave her legs, for Heaven's Sakes! Craig and Maureen were apparently totally unmindful of their audience as their fucking increased in pace and intensity. Maureen's ankles were crossed at the small of Craig's back and he had his knees braced against the bed, his legs slightly spread so that the view of their fucking was clear to John and Katherine. Katherine was aware of her own pussy beginning to moisten as the eroticism of the scene grew. As she turned once more to look at John he kissed her on the mouth, his tongue exploring. She found herself returning the kiss. 

Everything suddenly seemed to explode in Katherine's mind. All at once it seemed the only thing important to her was to do something about the fire that was suddenly burning in her. Some of the things John had said to her in previous weeks now made sense to her and she realized that the exploring foot she had felt at the bar was not Craig flirting with Maureen at all. It had been John flirting with her and she now knew he had been flirting with her for weeks. She kissed him back passionately as they tore at each other's clothing. She broke a fingernail tearing at the buckle of John's trousers while he was pulling at her skirt and slip, pulling them down over her hips and to the floor, taking her panties with them. Katherine kneeled on the bed, now totally naked, and told John to lie across the bed so that she could straddle him and still face the couple on the other bed. She was hypnotized by seeing the intense fucking which was increasing in tempo as 

Craig and Maureen continued the ascent to their climax.

Katherine swung her leg over John and guided his cock to the entrance of her now dripping pussy. Without pausing she thrust downward with her hips, sinking John's swollen cock all the way with one motion. She began thrusting at him, pushing backwards on the down stroke so that the top of his cock rubbed against her throbbing clitoris. She usually required a lot of clitoral stimulation before she could come but this time she knew it wasn't going to take long. The intensity of the moment, the sight of Craig and Maureen fucking right there in front of her, the realization that John had been wanting her, the wine she had drunk; all of this plus the incredible feelings of John's cock deep within her made her know this wasn't going to take long at all. 

John suddenly grasped the cheeks of her ass and held her tightly as he began fucking up into her with increased speed. "Oh, God, Katherine! I'm going to come in you! Oh, Katherine!" And with that he thrust upward and she felt the first spurts of his semen deep within her. She gasped as her own climax overtook her and seized her and shook her like some sort of wild animal. They both froze for a moment, clasping each other as two people might who realize they are drowning together. She heard the unmistakable sounds of a sexual climax coming from the other bed as Craig and Maureen reached their own peaks. She had never had a sexual experience which came even close to this. She collapsed atop John who hugged her to him in a passionate embrace. 

The four lovers disentangled themselves from each other and looked around themselves, still surprised at the intensity which had overtaken them all. Maureen was the first to break the silence.

"Well," she said, laughing, "that certainly was fun!"

Katherine saw the humor of the situation and said, "We must get together more often," and she giggled happily. She turned to John and reached out and stroked his cheek. "Who would ever have known?" she asked.

Katherine and Maureen excused themselves to go into the bathroom and Craig got up and refilled all of their glasses. He and John sat beside each other on one of the beds. When the ladies returned they retrieved their glasses and Katherine sat, naked, on the other bed while Maureen sat on the floor between the feet of the two men. She sipped at her champagne and eyed the two now limp cocks just in front of her at eye level. 

"It looks like we have a pretty well matched pair here, doesn't it, Katherine?" She sat her wine glass on the floor and reached and took one in each hand. "Not much good for anything in this shape, though," she laughed. She bent forward and kissed the head of each cock in turn. She rose to her knees between the two men and leaned forward enough to take the head of Craig's cock in her mouth, fondling John's cock in her hand as she did so. She began sucking on Craig's cock, taking him almost all the way into her mouth. As it began to respond to the sucking she turned and did the same for John who also began to show a response. 

"Mmmmm," she murmured as she moved from one to the other taking each deeply into her mouth in turn. 

Katherine was watching with fascination as Maureen sucked on the two men. She got up and climbed onto the bed the men were seated on and moved up between them. Craig turned and took one of Katherine's breasts into his mouth, flipping at the hardening nipple with his tongue. John did the same for the other side and Katherine could feel herself becoming aroused once again. Maureen stood and said, "I think we have something here we can work with now." She sat down in John's lap facing him, and guided his hard cock into herself. She began moving in a sensuous circular motion, John's cock now completely buried in her pussy which was still filled with Craig's come. 

Craig pushed Katherine forward so that she was kneeling on the bed as he rose to his knees and entered her from behind. This time she was positioned so that she could watch John and Maureen and she found it to be extremely exciting seeing John's cock sliding in and out of Maureen's shaved pussy while Craig was fucking her. Craig reached around her and began rubbing her clitoris in rhythm with the deep strokes with which he was fucking her. She could sense that she was going to come again and closed her eyes and began bucking back against him. The orgasms came for the foursome this time more spread out in time. Maureen came first, followed pretty closely by John. Craig came before Katherine's second climax. Katherine was helped by John who began kissing her and pinching her nipples as Craig pumped his seed into her from behind. When she came it was almost violent. She shuddered as the forces overcame her and then collapsed face down on the bed. John lay down beside her and took her into his arms and held her while her breathing returned to normal. She opened her eyes and looked at John seeing something she had never seen in him before.

When they finally left John's room, Katherine said to John, "Why don't you spend the rest of the night in my room?" She giggled and added, "There isn't really much we don't know about each other, now, is there?"

Although it was now very late and they were both completely sated sexually, they came into each other's arms once more in Katherine's room. This time, just the two of them finding each other for what strangely seemed to be the first time for both of them. They fucked for a long time, slowly and in several positions. Katherine achieved her final climax of the long evening quietly and with a knowing smile on her face. 

The seminar still had another day and a night to go. 



The Seminar



Hi my name is Sue, I am a thirty something year old happily married woman. I have a wonderful successful husband John and a blooming career of my own in advertising. I am about five foot seven, one hundreds a twenty five pounds, plus or minus a few pounds, have long dark brown hair and hazel colored eyes. I have a bit of a fetish for exhibitionism but that's not really what this story is about.

About a month ago I was informed that I would be required to go to Ohio for a week long seminar our new sales strategies. I hate these things because I always miss John a way too much. I contacted my old friend Carol whom I hadn't seen in many years, she lived in Cleveland and she suggested that I stay with her she had a two bedroom apartment and we could catch up on everything that had happened in so many years. Carol and I had been childhood best friends but like so many other we gradually grew apart mostly because of my family moving to Canada but also the most common thing, boys. I informed John of our plans and he thought it was a great idea he never really cared for me staying in a hotel while on these trips so this made everyone happy.

The drive to Cleveland would have only been a few hours but since the company was picking up the tab I had a very short flight. Carol picked me up at the airport, we were so happy to see each other again. The drive to her place was longer than my flight but it gave us a good chance to chat. About half way there Carol said that she had something to tell me. Her parents had been having a bit of a hard time and her father had come to stay with her while they worked things out. I told her not to worry that I could get a hotel room but she suggested that as long as I didn't mind sleeping on the pull out couch in the living room then we could still have our visit. I told her that I didn't mind as long as they were okay with it. 

Carol told me how she had been married but now was divorced, something about a "Barbie" in tight fitting yoga pants and now she usually lived alone but loved to party. I told her about my husband and our wonderful home life. I got the impression that she considered that to be pretty boring but that was my life and she had hers. Plus now she had Bill her dad cramping her style but what can you do it's family.

Arriving at Carol's place I was quite impressed it was a beautiful building and her apartment was gorgeous. No sooner had we entered the apartment and put my bags down then Bill walked into the living room. He was tall, probably about two hundred pounds but it he appeared to be in pretty good shape, his dark hair had turned very salt and pepper and the most noticeable feature change was the full beard which he now sported. I rushed over to him and gave him a big hug just like I always did when I was younger. 

The three of us sat around that evening having a few drinks and reminiscing about the old days. It seemed that once we began talking it was like a flood gate of memories was opened and we were all younger again for that evening. To my delight I recalled the time that I had done something wrong and Bill put me over his lap and gave my one slap on my bum. Bill reminded me that I had stolen one of his cigarettes, we laughed and Carol mentioned that she was surprised that he never noticed the one that she had taken and later shared. We carried on all evening, laughing and joking bringing ourselves back to what seemed like a happy carefree time. Every now and then as I walked by Bill would give me a little tap on the ass and tell me to keep out of his smokes. It was a fun night that had to end way too soon I had to attend the first of my lectures tomorrow morning and wouldn't want to fall asleep on the first day.

Monday morning came a way to soon and I rushed off to the conference center. Since it was the first day it wasn't too boring but I was glad when five o'clock arrived. When I entered the apartment I was surprised to find that Bill had dinner ready for us, I didn't know that he could cook. During dinner Carol informed me that we were going out to her favorite club this evening, I asked Bill if he was going to join us but he graciously declined say that we didn't need an old man tagging along with us. I told him that fifty nine was not that old and it would be fun but again he declined. It was then that I noticed Carol giving me an disapproving look. I was to find out later that even though she was in her thirties and lived on her own she still never got drunk in front of her father, she would have a couple of drinks but never let herself go. I guess it was some kind of a respect thing.

Carol and I had a great time at the club, too many drinks, too much dancing and joking around and of course we got hit on by many men but never too many. I really enjoyed myself this was something I didn't do often. The music was loud the drinks were flowing too well almost as well as the hands of the men that danced with us. I had worn my short black skirt with a matching black blouse with no bra, I think for some reason the gentlemen seemed to think that I needed help adjusting my little whit thong because their hands always seemed to end up on my bare ass, not that I minded but I was there to have some fun with my friend not to get fucked. I whispered to Carol that we had to leave soon and she called us a cab.

On the way home Carol asked me to do her a favor. She was pretty wasted and didn't want her dad to see her like this so would I mind going in first and talking to him while she snuck off to bed. Arriving at the apartment I walked in first with Carol a little way behind me. Bill was sitting in the living room watching the television and having a beer, it looked like he had had a few but who am I to say, I was plastered. I sat on the couch and he offered me shot of tequila. I knew that I really didn't need any more but wanted to be sociable. After a few shots I went to get up and staggered.

Bill asked me jokingly "little lady have you been drinking?"

Playing along I nodded my head without speaking, He said that I was a bad little girl and must get over his knee. In my drunken state there was no way that I would back down and casually staggered over to him and gently stretched out across his lap. Bill gave me a light tap on the bum and I laughed.

"So you think getting drunk is funny, do you" Replied Bill as he slapped my bum a little harder.

"Sorry sir" I said to him.

"It's too late for apologies little girl, you will have to take your punishment." replied Bill. With that he raised the hem of my little skirt up above my waistline, exposing my bare ass to him. My thong was firmly implanted between the cheeks of my ass and if it wasn't for the patch of material at the waistband you would think that I didn't have anything on. Bill began to spank my bare ass a little hard now. I don't know if it was the booze, my bare ass exposed or the spanking or maybe a little of each but I could feel myself getting very moist as Bill spanked my now stinging bum.

When he was done he pulled my skirt back down and let me up. I told him that my bum was too sore to sit right now so I was going to take a shower. The hot water felt good hitting my naked body except when it hit the cheeks of my ass, they were still very tender. As I was drying off I turned to view crimson ass in the mirror. I put my robe on and joined Bill in the living room but my bum was still a little too sore to sit. 

Bill said, "I see you're still drunk you had better go stand in the corner for ten minutes." 

That worked for me I didn't have to sit. He told me to face the wall and think about what a bad girl I have been. He was really getting into this. I turned around and put my face up against the wall. After about one minute I heard a rustling sound behind me and felt a slight tug on the belt of my robe, pulling the loose knot untied. Then Bill's hands slid the robe off of my shoulders, it fell to the floor at my feet. I was standing there totally naked with Carol's dad seated behind me mo longer paying any attention to his movie. Bill had ne stand there for a few minutes while he got an eye full of my shapely rear view. He asked me if I learned my lesson yet and I replied that I had. Bill told me to come and sit at his feet. I bent down to get my robe but he sharply told me to leave it where it was. I turn and slowly walked toward Bill, giving him his first glimpse of my firm breast and my bare pussy. As I neared him he spread his legs and motioned for me to cuddle between them. As I lowered myself to the floor I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants.

Bill told me to be a good little girl and he wouldn't have to punish me anymore, with that said he placed his hand on my head and pushed it closer to his crotch. I had been around enough to know exactly what that meant and was drunk enough not to know better. I carefully undid Bill's pants and removed his hard cock. Giving it a couple of strokes I noticed an abundance of pre cum leaking from the tip. I have always like pre cum and gently licked it off of the head of Bill's cock he took advantage of this opportunity to slip the head of his cock between my moist lips. Like a good little cock sucker I looked up into Bill's eyes as I suck his cock into my mouth. With a steady rhythm I massaged his hard cock with my lips and tongue, slowly allowing it to slide in a little deeper with each stroke. Moving my tongue out of the way I eventually allowed it to slide all of the way into my throat with my nose being tickle by his pubic hairs. I remember thinking to myself that he had another beard down here. It didn't take very long for my cock sucking talents to take their toll on Bill. His breathing was much faster, his face was red and I could feel him tensing up. The next plunge within the depths of my throat was enough to drive him over the edge. Bill shot load after load of warm cum directly into my throat, I swallowed every drop. 

At the same time that Bill was unloading his cum into my mouth, I heard the bathroom door close it was Carol, going for a pee. I couldn't let her catch me naked on the floor sucking on her dad's cock but there was no way that Bill was letting my head go, he just kept fucking my face while his daughter had a pee. A couple of minutes later I heard Carol's bedroom door close and breathed a sigh of relief. Bill laughed at the thought of almost getting caught.

Once I finished cleaning his softening cock I told him that I had to get to bed I had a meeting in the morning and he was sitting on my bed. Bill graciously offered me the use of his room. If I had been sober I would never have fallen for that one,

I was asleep in seconds but not for long. I awoke the feel of my legs being spread apart and the tickle of Bill's beard moving up towards my cunt. His tongue began licking the juice from my already soaking wet pussy, pausing momentarily to seek out more clit giving it a little flick with his tongue then sucking it in and gently nibbling. My hips began to thrust into him, he was driving me wild. He would stop at that point leaving me hanging as he went back to servicing my wet slit until I settled down a little then right back at my clit. He was driving me wild and I wanted to scream but I knew that Carol was asleep in the next room. Finally Bill pushed me a little too fat and he couldn't stop me as I erupted into an unforgettable orgasm, with my pelvis grinding his face, my fingers digging into the mattress and my face buried in a pillow so that my uncontrollable moans would not wake Carol.

By the time I caught my breath and the orgasmic fog began to clear, Bill had already moved up and inserted his once again hard cock deep within my vagina. He was fucking me with the steady slow pace that come with maturity, savoring the feel of my cunt as it contracted trying to keep his cock deep inside of me, then driving it back down to meet with my pelvis as I trust up to capture every inch of his shaft. As Bill began kissing my face all I could taste was my pussy juices on his whiskers. His cock darted in and out of his mouth in sequence with his cock in my cunt. 

His hands began to explore the rest of my body, my breasts, my stomach, my pelvic area. One finger joined his cock inside my cunt momentarily then once it was good and wet it entered my ass. I thrust up as he first penetrated my tight little hole but soon relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of Bill taking me in three holes at the same time.

Bill's pace was beginning to increase and I knew that I couldn't hold back any longer either. With Bill about to explode within my I burst into my second orgasm of the night Humping and bucking Bill as his cock deposited its seed deep within my womb. Again I had to fight the urge to scream as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss flooded my body.

As I ebbed I felt Bill collapse on top of me. The next thing I knew my alarm was going off, I had to get up for work. I crept out of Bill's bed praying that Carol wouldn't catch me. Luckily she was still sleeping it off. 

That day's seminars seemed to drag partially because I was still hung over but mostly because I was totally exhausted from the awesome fucking that I had received last night. By the time that I arrived back at the apartment Carol and Bill were there and dinner was ready. Carol could see how tired I was and assumed it was from my hangover. Bill graciously suggested that I take over his room and he would sleep on the couch.

I went to bed early that evening and slept like a baby, well at least I did until I was awoken by the tickle of the whiskers. The two weeks went by quickly Bill and I fucked like a couple of rabbits in heat and as far as I know Carol never caught on.

Thanks for the fantasy Bill from Ohio.

Luv Sue.



The Seminar



In the middle of a packed sand arena stood an affable looking man in his mid 30s. Wearing jeans that were neither tight or baggy. Distressed from time worn whilst working, not by a designer's plan. A tidy blue shirt was tucked into said jeans. Clipped to this shirt was one of those wireless microphones useful when talking to a crowd but needing the freedom to move around.

He smiled to his audience. 

"Thank you all for coming to my seminar. Tonight I am going to show you how ponyplay can be really effective in the initial training stages of your slaves. It doesn't have to be something you want to continue, though I do hope once you try it you might want to continue. Its a great way to give your slaves some cardio and strength training all while reinforcing their complete obedience to you"

The men in the stands watched with mild interest as a slave was led to the middle of the 20m square arena. She was naked save for a harness belt around her hips, a collar and wrist and ankle straps. Her hands were covered in thin yet strong fingerless pouches. She was crying and visibly shaking. Their focus was still on the man as they had all seen scared slaves before.

"This is a fresh caught slave. I have not worked with her in anyway since she was grabbed two nights ago. She has been kept in a stall like cell. She has been wearing an e collar that shocks if she tries to speak or make a noise. She has been fed and watered and had minimal interactions with my staff. Any handling we have done has been done with kindness but also with firmness. A fresh caught slave is understandably scared and possibly angry. That doesn't excuse bad behaviour but it does explain it. We aim to make bad behaviour difficult and good behaviour easy. My goal here tonight is to show you how I start the training that avoids many of the common conflicts that arise when breaking a wild slave."

Walking over to the slave he took the leash from his assistant who backed away, and with a nod the assistant left.

"In the outside world society tells women that they should look pleasing for men but that they shouldn't want to be touched. If you like sex and want to be touched it makes you a 'slut', which they view as a bad thing"

He chuckled along with his audience over that silly behaviour of the outside world.

"Now this slave has some effective ear plugs in. I don't normally do this when I am working with a new slave on my own, however I don't want her listening to my spiel here.

"Speaking of things I wouldn't normally do..."

He stood there for a second looking at the slave allowing the audience to shift their attention to her. She seemed frozen by the watching the men in the stands. Her shoulder length auburn hair had been pulled back in a high pony tail. Her breasts were round and full. Her hips had a smooth curve to them and her butt was high and round. Her belly was soft and also a little round. She was pretty despite carrying an extra 15 pounds. The audience couldn't see her nervous goose bumps or the light sprinkling of freckles that covered her arms and shoulders, but her trainer could and he noted her nervousness. He reached out to caress the milky globe of her left breast. The slave reacted as if his fingers shocked her and shot backwards away from him. She hit the end of the leash, he had been holding fairly short anticipating her reaction, and stumbled would have fallen if he hadn't steadied her.

*****

Hot tears slid down her face and she curled her toes into the sand wishing she could run. He had touched her, her breast felt hot as if his fingers had seared her. Her heart beat fiercely with the desire to run. Run far away from here. Away from this man holding the leash, away from the staring eyes watching from the gloom of the bleachers. Run home, not that she knew which direction or how far that was, so she could hide in her bed, under her soft comforter and tell herself this was all a horrible horrible nightmare.

She had heard that there was a new society forming. And underground society where men enslaved women for their pleasure. There had been a disturbing growing number of missing women reported. The only thing the women had in common was that they were between twenty and thirty years of age and healthy. She should have known she was at risk. At 24 years of age she was a prime target. 

Oh god she just wanted to go home, she would have given anything to be anywhere other than here. More tears fell and she couldn't even wipe them away. Her hands were balled up in those dammed pouches and even if they weren't, the bands around her wrists were attached by straps to the harness around her waist. She wanted to pull the plugs from her ears so she could make out what he was saying. She wanted to cry out, to plead for, well she wasn't sure what would move any of these men. But it was a moot point as she wouldn't risk that shock again even if she did know what to say.

Never had she felt more helpless or hopeless.

*****

"As you can see, quite a large reaction compared to the same touch on a shoulder. Of course you can use force to overcome this reaction. But that doesn't teach obedience and you end up with a huge fight where there is a chance the slave might, for a while, avoid learning by shutting down. I know some men enjoy that sort of training for itself, and if that is the case please continue, " he smiled again at his audience. "However my belief is that a slave should learn complete submission as swiftly and with the least amount of confrontation as possible. It is not the fault of the newly caught slave that she has been brainwashed by the outside world and does not know her place. It is our duty to make the conversion as humanely as possible and not draw out the breaking.

Stepping away from the slave he asked his audience, "How long does it take you to break a slave?" He waited till there was a show of hands. "In this case just call out your answers."

"A week or two"

"10 days"

"Anywhere from a week to a month"

There were a smattering of replies in the same vein.

"What if I told you that a slave can be completely broken in one to 3 days?"

A susurration of amazement and possibly disbelief arose from the crowd. 

"Not possible" yelled out a hoarse voice. "Maybe you can make a slave seem broken but you can't actually break a slave in one day!"

The trainer's smiled widened. He knew he had them now. "I plan to put my money where my mouth is and show you just how possible it is." He gestured at the slave. I chose her as my first demonstration as she is an example of an easy slave to break. All indications point to a naturally submissive personality. I do have a second slave waiting in the wings for the second half of the seminar who is an example of an extremely independent and contrary nature."

He motioned to an assitant to come forward. The assistant handed over some equipment. 

"Let me go through what I use and why." He held up the bit part of the bridle. "If you are only going to be doing this on occasion a metal bit is ok. However regular use of a metal bit will wear the teeth. A rubber or plastic covered bit is just as effective at control yet will not damage a slave's teeth. This is called a happy mouth bit. I have found bits with straight sides, like a full cheek or a D ring better at controlling a slave's head. The nose band here has a metal section that is contoured to fit over the nose and against the cheeks. It has a fleece covering that can be chosen for its thickness, once I fit it to the slave I will explain that significance. These are adjustable blinders, I find these are great to keep the slave focused. And these ears, are just because I think they make a slave adorable, as such they are completely optional" He laughed deprecatingly and garnered a few chuckles from the crowd.

He gently grabbed the slave's face and pinched her cheeks. Reflexively she opened her mouth and he slipped the bit between her teeth. We practiced fingers he buckled the strap behind her ears and adjusted the brow band before she could pull away. 

"Here you see the nose piece," he said as he settled it over the bridge of the slave's nose and clipped its ends to the bit rings. "A good fit. See how it just lifts the bit a little in her mouth, and fits snuggly against her nose. The fleece covering the metal isn't just for comfort, it also helps control the slave's line of sight. If you completely blind a slave with blinders often they panic, though in some cases it can be very helpful in getting a willful slave embrace their helplessness. In this case I want limit this slaves sight but not overwhelm her and cause more panic. A slave has difficulty seeing over the fleece if she holds her head too high. A too high head carriage is not only bad for their spine it also makes your rien control less certain. A too low head carriage is just as harmful." To prevent that, he attached the over check strap from the back of the bridle to a ring in the harness at the small of her back. 

He then clipped the reins to the bit rings and reached out to grab the long thin whip his assistant was holding out to him. "The most important thing is that the slave gives you an honest reaction. You make a demand and you should get an immediate reaction. At first it doesn't matter if it's the reaction you wanted, you can always mold the reaction. But the first step in unquestioning, instant obedience is an instant response to your slightest demand."

With that he took the reins in both hands and gave the slave a firm flick on top of her ass with the whip. She jumped forward and the man made sure to move forward with her. Concentrating on the slave before him he paused in his monologue. He gave a slight pull on the reins and slowed down. The slave stopped. He flicked her again to move and again she jumped forward away from the sting. He practiced this a couple of times until he was satisfied with the speed of her response. Then he pulled on the right rien pulling the slave's lips. When she didn't turn he pulled a little harder slightly turning her head and giving a sharp sting on her left hip. She jumped sideways so sharply she stumbled and not able to use her arms for balance she fell. He helped her up and repeated until she was responding quickly from subtle cues.

The ever present assistant came out with a two wheeled light pony cart and helped attach the shafts to the harness. The trainer sat down on the seat swung his legs up to set his feet on the foot rest. Through this time the slave stood calmly.

***

She could feel his weight bounce as he climbed in. She felt him take up contact with the reins and then she felt the tap that signaled he wanted her to move forward. She walked, what choice did she have? Snaps of the whip came and she could do nothing to avoid them. The best she could do is try to give him what he wanted. She couldn't see where she was putting her feet, the nosepiece blocked so much of her vision she could barely see the boards that surrounded the ring. The blinders prevented all of her peripheral vision. It should have been terrifying but she found it strangely comforting. She couldn't see the men watching her unless she was heading straight towards them, and it seemed most of her movement seemed to parallel the stands. She found focusing on his guidance calmed her somewhat and gave her something she could do. 

He tapped her again on the ass and she moved faster, he tapped again and she was now running. He ran her in a couple of figure eights and then asked her to halt. She was cued to walk again, then run. Soon she was sweating and out of breath. He let her stand, her chest heaving facing the crowd, but she was too tired to fret over their gaze. She could tell he was talking to them, but she still couldn't make out what he was saying. Not that it mattered to her just a vague curiosity. He let her catch her breath then asked her to move on. 

A slight pull of the reins and she slowed down, and then a light tap began on her left hip, she moved away from the tap and it stopped briefly then started up again. Soon she was walking a sideways circle with the cart pivoting behind her. Then she was asked to move the other way, she was slow to respond and got a sharp welt leaving smack on her right hip. Muffling a cry of pain she moved to the left with alacrity. Forward, backward, sideways, slow fast she was doing as asked. She craved a break but he was merciless in his demands, and backed up by the sharp sting of the whip she gave him what he wanted.

Again a slight pull on the reins but this time when she slowed down he tapped her to move forward. But when she went faster the pull on the reins increased. Frustrated she took higher steps and the pressure was removed. Soon however he asked again, higher steps with her knees moving slower and slower till she was almost bouncing on the spot. It was hard and her legs were beginning to ache but she didn't want to risk another fiery welt so she kept on. Just before she thought she couldn't possibly continue he asked for a halt. Gratefully she stood chest again heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

Once more he put her through her paces, swift changes of directing changes of pace, asking for high steps, then regular steps then high steps again. She had to really concentrate on her own skin to be ready to respond to the lightest aid to avoid the harsh sting of the whip. She no longer thought of freedom or of home. Her mind was too busy for such thoughts. She was no longer terrified. She was too tired to waste energy on fear. He would do with her what he will, there was no point worrying about it so she just accepted it.

****

"She has now submitted to my directions completely. Normally I would have used praise. I like to reinforce the idea that the slave wants to earn my praise as a valuable non punishment marker. Right now -"

"What do you mean by non punishment marker?" A voice called out.

"Ah good point. Praise is not inherently valuable to a new slave. What does she care if she pleases her new master. Traditionally started slaves often actively wish to displease their new owners. However if you link praise to a cessation of punishment or as a precursor to a break or rest, it becomes valued and the slave will seek out your praise. The relief they feel at the rest or lack of punishment becomes indelibly linked to your 'good girl'. Some slaves will even begin to feel physical pleasure when praised.

"I will later train this slave with praise and start that association, as of course right now she cannot hear me. Now that she is responding immediately to my lightest touch she has given her control of her body over to me I shall show you what this means sexually. 

Can I get a volunteer?" he asked.

The assistant opened the small door to the ring and let in a large swarthy man. The trainer drove up beside the man and shook his hand. He gave him a few instructions with the mic off. The volunteer went to stand in the middle of the ring and held his hands up about chest height. 

"So you all remember the response when I touched her breast at the start of this session? I am going to show you how far she has come, and how submitting her body to me through my control of her movement will translate to her submitting herself completely." 

With that he drove the slave slowly right at the man. The slave walked right into the man's hands, which then covered her breasts. She was asked to back up and walk into them a couple of times which she did without hesitation. Then she was halted in the volunteers hands one more time and her driver nodded. The volunteer began to caress her breasts and rubbed his rough fingers over her puckered nipples. He lightly pinched the nipples and could feel her sharp intake of breath. But the slave didn't so much as shift her weight away from the man's caressing hands. 

The trainer dismounted his cart and came around the front. The volunteer was now enthusiastically kneading one of the slave's breasts and she was standing there taking it beautifully. He reached out and caressed the other breast. "See how she calmly submits to our attentions. And I would guess that her submission and our attentions here are making her wet." He reached down and slipped a finger into his slave. She arched to take his finger in deeper. He rewarded her with a couple of strokes to her clit. "Yes quite wet. If she was a difficult slave we would end on this note. Though it would have taken more training with the cart to achieve this complete submission of the body. I will now demonstrate how once you have submission of the body the mind will follow."

*****

She was exhausted and confused. She had liked their hands on her. She should hate them but it had felt so good. Why was her body betraying her? At first she had tolerated it as she had come to realize she had no choice, but then that heavy pleasant feeling and begun to grow deep in her belly. As she wasn't a virgin she was familiar with desire and the satiating of it, but this was far more intense than she had ever felt before. When his hand had slipped through her folds to test her desire she would have moaned if she could have made noise. She wanted him to touch her again, she wanted to feel that all consuming desire again that removed doubt and all thought beyond the carnal.

He began to unhitch her from the cart and the volunteer went back to his seat with a distinct bulge in his pants. Once she was separated from the cart he removed the bit and reins and clipped the nose piece to the chin strap essentially making the bridle now a head halter. He then carefully removed the ear buds. Everything felt so loud it took her moment to register he was talking and that she could make out the words.

"I want her to be able to hear my instructions and praise for this part. And now that she has submitted, hearing my words to you all will be less of a distraction. He positioned the slave so that she was facing him and they were perpendicular to the spectators. "Kneel," he commanded. She hesitated slightly trying to figure out how to get to her knees with her hands held to her sides and felt the sharp bite of the whip. She dropped from a standing position to a kneel. "Good girl" he crooned to her. Holding the whip in his right hand he hooked his left index finger in the side of the noseband below the inlaid metal keeping her face focused at his crotch. After a few moments he felt her relax. He let go briefly and undid his pants and released his erection. He crooked his finger in the noseband again.

All she could see was his erection. It filled her vision, his finger under the noseband gently kept her head facing him. The noseband cut off her view of anything below and the blinders removed all but was directly in front of her. Looking at his cock she could feel a new wetness as well as a fluttering heavy pleasure in her belly. Her universe had shrunk down to the phallus before her she wondered what it would taste like, what it would feel like filling her mouth, wanting it in her mouth... She felt a sharp sting on her back and she leapt forward parting her lips and his cock slipped into her mouth. She moaned and then flinched expecting a shock.

"I have turned the collar off with the remote. Your noises of pleasure are permitted. However if you try to speak without permission I will turn it back on and punish you." Another tap with the whip and she began to suck and move on his cock. Her hands itched to touch him and it frustrated her that they were captive at her sides. "Good girl, worship my cock you little slut." He stroked her back with the whip and she whimpered and took him deeper into her mouth. "Thats it slut deeper." Another stroke this one ending with a tap and she took him all the way into her throat and a whimper of pleasure. "This is where you belong, worshiping cock. You know that now don't you?" She added extra pressure with her tongue as he pulled back a little and sucked when he moved forward. He pulled all the way out and she nearly fell forward trying to follow him. She looked up at him in frustration but waited. He then stepped forward and she fell on his cock again eagerly wanting him inside her in anyway possible. Her body was on fire with longing. "Good Girl," he said softly. His voice as much as his cock was making her delirious with desire.




The Seminar



This is a true story of a place and time I never thought I would find myself. I was 62 years old and happily married for 15 years. I attended a so called "Spiritual Healing" seminar with a girlfriend of mine. She is a 63 year old widow and of late had been into a lot of off-beat things like diets, "healings", etc. I wasn't involved with any like that but somehow she convinced me to go with her and since Donna was paying, I felt obligated to be there. This seminar was at a hotel in another town conducted by a man and woman. They were into opening minds in regard to a "new spiritual life" that involved freedom of the mind coupled with sexual health. The room of about 30 was evenly split between men and woman, there were both singles and couples. Things started out okay, talks about how special we all were and how we needed this "awakening". During a short break, the man seated behind us joined our conversation. As we talked, his hand was on each of our shoulders and he seemed to take over our talk. He was pleasant and cordial. When a short video began, he pulled his chair between us and his had was resting on my leg. I think he was also touching Donna at the same time. 

His name was Ralph and he seemed very interested in the both of us, asking questions, keeping us laughing and telling us his story. After the seminar was over, he asked us to have a drink with him. We talked about the seminar and got into revealing a lot about our sexual thoughts and feelings. I didn't realize it at first but Ralph seemed to know just the right things to say to get us to open up. Donna was extremely open with him. During this whole time, his hands were either around our shoulders or touching our legs and arms. He even gave us a few small kisses. Not sure how many drinks we had, but I know he kept our glasses full. At points in our conversation, he would bring up some point from the seminar regarding sex or being open to new things. The drinks were having their effect and with Donna's growing enthusiasm, it wasn't long before Ralph invited us up to his room. 

When we got there we were all laughing and having a good time. In the room we immediately got into a group hug and started kissing each other. I remember Ralph's kisses were long and deep. Danna and I also kissed and her kisses were very sweet and gentle. Holding us, Ralph encouraged Donna and I to kiss more and more. I felt a strange feeling overcome me as we kissed. I had never kissed a woman as passionately as this before and it felt exciting. Her hands began to squeeze my breasts and the feeling intensified while Ralph's voice and touch encouraged us. I felt my blouse pulled over my head and her kisses on the tops of my breasts mixed with Ralph's kisses on my lips. There was heavy breathing between the three of us. My bra slipped off and I was vigorously hugging and kissing Donna. A lot of hands were caressing my bare tits and pinching my nipples. I felt myself pushed down on the bed. 

My slacks were being pulled off as Ralph continued to kiss me and squeeze my breasts. Loud moans escaped my mouth as I felt Donna's mouth on my pussy. I put my tongue into Ralph's mouth as deep as I could feeling extreme tingles of arousal throughout my whole body. After a while Donna came up and began kissing me all over again and I was tasted myself. Then as he pulled open my legs, I felt Ralph's weight push down on me and his cock slowly begin pushing into me. Ralph's cock and Donna's kisses sent me into a wild frenzy. My body arched and my mouth opened in a great throws of arousal. My head was filled with wild visions as Ralph fucked me hard then slow, hard then slow. After what seemed like a long time, I felt him climax and his hot cum shoot into be. It was a very wonderful feeling. He finally pushed away and I laid back totally exhausted. Next to me, a naked Donna and Ralph were soon fucking. 

Over the next hours, we engaged in more sex, kissing, sucking and enjoyment of each other's bodies. I felt like I was a totally different person, completely isolated from the "other very sexually conservative" me. I had made love to another woman and fucked and sucked a stranger in an unknown hotel room as if it was a natural thing to do. As I laid there naked with Ralph and Donna, I didn't feel used but rather liberated. I could now let myself be open to another person's needs and fulfill mine at the same time. Holding Ralph's half erect cock, I knew that I would be doing this again and soon.