0 comments/ 62752 views/ 2 favorites Feeling the Pinch By: sweet-as-honey This is my first story posting to Literotica. If I get enough feedback then I will post some more. The first day in my new job hadn't been exactly as I envisaged. As the new office junior I had expected to be used just as a general dogsbody. Photocopying, filing and coffee making was about all I could see myself being asked to do. In the event I had been thrown well and truly into the deep end. Mrs Buckley, the lady who owned the insurance brokers who had employed me, apologised as soon as I walked through the door. "I'm sorry Tricia, I was hoping to ease you into the routine of things for your first few days." She told me, even before I had the chance to take my coat off, "But Lynda and Shirley who help me run this business were involved in a rather bad motoring accident yesterday and won't be in work for a while. Lynda has some rather nasty cuts and bruises and Shirley suffered a broken wrist and collar bone." "Oh, I see." I replied, not really knowing what to say. "I will ring around the agencies later this morning to see if I can arrange some temporary cover to tide us over." She continued. "Meanwhile, if you would like to take your coat off and hang it in the cloakroom I'll rustle us up some coffee and we will see if we can work out a plan of action until the cavalry arrives." I slipped my coat off my shoulders and headed towards the cloakroom and as I passed her she said, "And by the way, happy birthday for last Friday. I hope that you had a nice day." I turned to her, smiled and said, "Thank you, I did, very nice indeed." before continuing on my way across the office. As I stood just inside the doorway I could see my new boss collecting some empty cups from the desk and counter in the office. Apart from five chairs, that was the only furniture in the small room. Mrs. Buckley was a tall slim woman, very pretty, a shade under six feet tall making her five or six inches taller than me, around her early forties, with long blonde hair and stunningly blue eyes. Her fingernails were long, impeccably manicured and varnished bright red, the colour matching her lips. She was wearing a jacket, the type where the front doesn't quite come together and a matching skirt which finished about an inch or two above her knees. Under her jacket I could see a cream coloured opaque blouse unbuttoned about a third of the way down with a lacy white bra visible through the material. Like me she wasn't very big in the breast department, around a size 32b I would have estimated. It had been my eighteenth birthday when I had finished school three days earlier. I wanted to make an impression on my first day at work so I dressed myself smartly. I wore a dark blue skirt with the hem about four inches above the knee and a pale blue blouse to compliment it. Unlike Mrs. Buckley my bra holding its 32a breasts was well and truly hidden. I had my red hair cut short the day before. I like it like that, not quite cropped but very short. I walked out of the cloakroom just as Mrs. Buckley was placing two cups of steaming coffee onto the desk. "Right Tricia, as I told you at your interview, most of our custom is walk in. The clients come into the office for an insurance quote and we give them one on the spot." She said. "I think the best thing we can do for the time being is for you to work on the counter taking care of the visiting clients." She walked me over to a computer terminal on one end of the counter and fired it up. "It is quite simple." She said. "On the screen you will see a form and you just click the mouse into a field and fill in the information that is required. Each field is clearly identified so you shouldn't have any problems. When you have completed all of the fields just click onto the blue square at the right and it will search the database to find the best quote. A print out will appear from the printer in just a few seconds and you pass this onto the client. They can either take it away with them or, if they accept the quote you click onto the red square and the computer will process the cover there and then. The client can then pay by personal cheque, credit card or transfer payment onto their account. An Insurance cover note will be printed along with a receipt. Very simple, I don't think that you will have any problems at all." "That seems easy enough Mrs. Buckley." I said. "Oh, please call me Brenda." She said. "You're not the office junior now, you have been instantly promoted to Temporary Assistant Manager." We both laughed and returned to the desk to drink our coffees. "I will stay with you when the first client arrives in case you have any problems, but I'm sure you will be okay." She said. "I will just be at my desk dealing with the telephone clients so if you have any problems just shout." On the stroke of nine Brenda unlocked the door and just a few seconds later a young man walked in and asked for a quote for his new car. As Brenda said it was easy to fill in the form and I clicked on the blue square and as if by magic a printed quote appeared from the printer. The client accepted the quote, produced his credit card and I completed the transaction. The whole process was dealt with in less than five minutes. When the client had left Brenda said that I had done very well and she would leave me to carry on, repeating that I only needed to call her and she would come to help. By this time another client had come in and the whole process was started again. A steady stream of clients passed through the office during the morning and everything went smoothly. At about 11.30 it quietened down a little and Brenda took the opportunity to call a couple of agencies to try and arrange some cover but had little success. All she could obtain was one lady who wanted a couple of hours work around the middle of the day. As this lady had plenty of experience in this type of work Brenda decided to take her on. This would at least give each of us a chance for a lunch break. At twelve thirty a lady in her late fifties arrived and introduced herself as Maud and said that she had been sent by the agency to work. She was quickly shown around as we had become quite busy again, and she said that she would have no problem in doing the work. Brenda then sent me off for my lunch. I returned after forty-five minutes and after exchanging a few words with Brenda she left for her short break. I stood by the counter wondering if my first day would be my last. Just ten minutes after Brenda had left I had let rip with a tirade of expletives to Maud resulting in her swearing back to me before saying that she would have me out of my job before the day was through and I would be sorry that I even got out of bed that morning. I continued with my work as best as I could and on the occasions that the telephone rang I told the callers that we were suffering a minor technical hitch and requested that they please call back a little later. Brenda came back into the office a lot later than I expected after being away for over an hour. I was on my own when she returned. "Where's Maud?" She asked. "I'm sorry Brenda, but we had a bit of a disagreement and she left just after you went for lunch." I replied. "She said that she would call you to have me sacked and would be willing to return if I wasn't here." "What was the disagreement about?" She asked. I replied that I would rather not say, but if she wanted me to leave then I would. I would of course stay for the rest of the day so as not to cause her too much trouble. I told her that I was very sorry. "It must have been something very serious for you to react like that." She told me. "There is no reason that you should leave. I will wait until I hear from Maud before I decide what to do. But based solely on your work this morning, I think that it would have to be something rather major to make me change my mind about your employment. Are you sure you don't want to tell me what it was about?" "If I told you I don't think that you would believe me." I answered. "Let's see what Maud has to say when she calls and I will answer her accusations if and when she makes them." Brenda smiled to me and said, "Okay then, we will do that." She then went and sat in her chair. A client came into the office and I dealt with her while Brenda was sitting behind her computer. When the client left Brenda called me over. She pointed to a small black box affixed to the ceiling. "Do you know what that is?" she asked me. "No." I replied, "Is it some kind of sprinkler?" "It's a digital closed circuit video camera." She informed me. "Now sit beside me and look at the screen." A perfect image of me standing behind the counter came onto the monitor. A customer was standing on the other side as Maud approached me from behind. The video clearly showed her placing a hand on my shoulder and after a few seconds we watched as it slid down my back and onto my ass, rested for a few more seconds before she started caressing it and then finally gave it a pinch. The client could be seen leaving as her hand then started to move, obviously aiming to go up my skirt. Before it could be slipped inside I turned and slapped Maud across the face. I turned to Brenda and said, "It's a good job you can't hear what I said to her." Brenda tapped a couple of keys on the keyboard and the clip returned to the beginning. She pressed another key and the speakers clicked. We watched the clip again, this time with stereo sound. You could clearly hear the slap as my hand made contact with Maud's face. "Fuck off you fucking fat fucking rat-bag. Get your fucking things and fuck off and don't bother fucking coming back." "What gives you the authority to tell me to fuck off? You're nothing but the office junior." She could be heard saying. "Actually, I'm the assistant office manager, and if I tell you to fuck off then you will fuck off." I replied. I stood up and made my way to the cloakroom. I felt so embarrassed. Brenda followed me and as I was wiping a tear away from my eye she put her arm around me and told me that I had nothing to worry about. She went on to tell me that she was proud of the way I handled myself and that I was so professional to wait until the client had left before I took action and that she would back me all the way. She told me to go back to work and she would take care of everything. As the afternoon progressed the memory of what had happened that lunchtime slowly faded from my thoughts only to be resurrected when I heard Brenda talking in a very load voice on the telephone. "I don't care what she has told you." She shouted down the mouthpiece. "She is a disgrace. If it wasn't for the coolness and calm of my Office Manager she could well have ended up in the casualty room. I will not tolerate behaviour like that. If you still don't believe me then please feel free to visit the office and I will willingly show you the video evidence. What's more, if Tricia doesn't receive a full hand written apology from this disgrace of a woman by the end of tomorrow's business, I will instruct my company's legal department to start proceedings for compensation. Good day to you." She carefully placed the receiver down. She looked at me, smiled and said, "I think that's taken care of. Let's see the old rat-bag get out of that!" She came over and put her arm around my shoulder and gave me a hug. "Right, two more minutes and you can lock the office door and get ready to go home." She told me. "I'll be here for at least another couple of hours to try and catch up on the paperwork, otherwise I would have treated you to a drink for all your hard work today." "Thank you, that comment is very appreciated." I replied. "Apart from the incident lunchtime I have really enjoyed myself today. It was nothing like I expected." "Well young lady, because of your attitude today I have decided to forgo the six months trial period and starting from this morning you are now a full member of staff, and that includes your salary." She informed me. "I have decided to put you wage up to the full rate with immediate effect, and if it is okay with you, we will try and run the office on our own until the others are well enough to return to work." I didn't know what to say. I had been employed for just one day and already my wages had doubled. I put my arms around her and gave her a big hug." "Thank you, thank you very much." I told her, "I don't know what else to say, except I really would like that drink. Perhaps I could help you with the paperwork before I go home and then we could go have it afterwards." "That is a very nice thought, but it takes me over an hour to get back on the train, then another fifteen minutes to walk to the house so it would be very late before I actually got home." She said. "Then, by the time I have had a shower, fixed myself a meal and sorted my things out for tomorrow it would be time for bed. I really do think that it's a very nice thought, but unfortunately not very practical." "Then don't go home!" I said. "Pardon?" she replied. "Don't go home." I repeated. "You told me earlier that you lived on your own with not even a pet to keep you company so why not stay with me tonight?" "I couldn't do that." She said. "I haven't got any sleeping clothes, toothbrush or even a change of clothing, not to mention any clean underwear for tomorrow." "So?" I said. "I have a new toothbrush that you can have and I'm sure that I can find you something to sleep in. As for a change of clothes, you won't believe the amount of new, unworn clothes that I have in my wardrobes. We are about the same dress size so I'm sure that there will be lots of things that you will like." "I would still need clean underwear and anyway, I couldn't possibly put you to all that trouble, especially after only knowing you for just a day." She said. "On the way home we would walk past a nice shop that sells lovely underwear for a very good price, and it's open until ten every night." I told her. "And it would certainly be no trouble for me if you stayed. I live in a big three bed-roomed apartment on my own. The two girls who I let rooms out to have gone as they have both now finished their collage courses." "I don't know," she said, "You have already worked a full day, I can't expect you to work half the night as well." "We won't even have to cook," I told her, "I could order a take-away to be delivered, and there is a lovely little wine bar just around the corner. It would be so nice to have a drink and a chat outside of work. We can get to know each other a little better." "Okay then," she said, "I'll take you up on that offer, but only if you will let me pay for the meal." "That's settled then." I said. Within an hour we were leaving the office. We walked for about five minutes and told each other a little of our lives when we reached the store that I had mentioned earlier. We entered and I took her straight to the racks where the underwear was displayed. I needed one or two items myself so I left her to browse. I waited at the checkout and she joined me with a rather full basket containing an assortment of items. It took us another ten minutes before we arrived home. I showed her to one of the bedrooms and then went to make some coffee. After a few minutes she joined me and we sat in the lounge for a while before she asked me if it would be okay for her to take a shower. "Would you like to take a look at the clothes I told you about first?" I asked her. "Then you can choose something and take with you to change into after your shower." She replied that she would and I took her to my bedroom. This room is all different shades of pink and it always feels so warm. Two adjoining walls are taken up with wardrobes, a large double bed and a dressing table making up the other furnishings. I opened the double doors of one wardrobe and Brenda gasped as she caught sight of the clothes that were hanging there. "They are beautiful." She said, "Where on earth did you get them from?" "Linda, one of the girls who used to live here was a design student. She couldn't afford much rent so we had a deal. She gave me clothes that she designed and made in return for her keep." "I think that you must have got the better half of the deal." She said. "These clothes are simply gorgeous." I opened the other, larger wardrobe to reveal an even greater number of garments. "Take your pick." I told her. "Most have never been worn." She picked out about a dozen items and laid them onto the bed. After looking at them for several minutes she decided to take her shower before trying any of them on. I showed her to the bathroom and gave her some towels before going back into the bedroom to find something for myself to wear. When she came back into the room she had one of the towels wrapped around her and was carrying a bag with which contained some of the items that she had purchased earlier. I left the room and went to have my shower. When I returned she was trying on a black trouser suit, but being that much taller than me the legs were far too short. I noticed a nice dark yellow loose chiffon dress hanging in the corner of the big wardrobe and told her that was what I was going to wear. That dress is a favourite of mine. It is almost transparent but is complimented by a yellow bra and panties set. I took it from the robe and lay it onto the bed. I took the panties from the hanger and pulled them on under my towel. I turned my back to Brenda and dropped my towel to the floor. As I reached for the tiny bra I caught a glimpse of Brenda in the mirror of my dressing table. She was looking at me. I had my arms in front of my breasts, but for some reason I let them drop. I could see in the mirror that she was looking at them. I gulped slightly as I felt a lump in my throat. I knew that she was looking at my bare breasts, and I liked the feeling that I was getting. I took my time in getting the bra from the hanger. When the other girls had shared with me we all used to walk about naked when we had been in the shower, or in just our underwear when we were changing, but I had never before experienced the feelings that I was getting now. I turned sideways on to Brenda as I finally removed the bra from the hanger. I could feel her eyes on my breasts, and I liked it. I slowly put the bra on and then turned to face Brenda as I pulled the dress on over my head. I adjusted it and asked her what she thought. "It is lovely." She said, "Simply lovely." I took another chiffon dress from the robe. This one was layered, in pastel shades of turquoise, green and blue. "Try this one on." I said as I handed it to her. I sat on the end of the bed facing her. She took the dress and placed it beside me. She slipped the jacket she was wearing off of her shoulders and put it the other side of me and then slid the trousers down. She placed those on top of the jacket. She stood there in just a black lacy set of bra and panties. She had the body of a woman half of her age. I could feel my heart pounding within my chest. Why was I feeling like this? The lump retuned to my throat. I just sat there and looked at her. She stood for a few seconds before she stepped towards me and picked up the dress from the bed. She stepped back and slowly pulled the dress over her body. She looked wonderful. As she turned to look at herself in the mirror she realized that her underwear was showing through the material. I cleared my throat before I told her that the dress was designed to be worn without any underwear. It was a lie. If she had looked in the wardrobe she would have found a bra and panties set made for the dress. "I couldn't wear it like that." She said. "Why not?" I asked. "The layers of the material will hide the fact that you will be naked beneath. Try it." Feeling the Pinch She hesitated. I so wanted her to wear only the dress. Slowly she lifted the dress off and again stepped forward to lay it on the bed beside me. She stood there for the second time in just her bra and panties. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I felt my nipples harden. She continued standing there, and I continued looking at her. Inside I knew that she was waiting for me to turn around but I didn't want to. When she removed the rest of her clothing I wanted to be watching her. I could feel my ears getting hot. After a few more seconds she finally reached behind her back and unclipped the clasp of her bra, slipped it forward and off. I instinctively held out my hand and took it from her. Her breasts were as small as my own and perfectly shaped. Her nipples were erect. She reached out for the dress again and I passed it to her. She slipped into it and then reached under it and slipped her panties down. I took them from her. They felt damp. She adjusted the dress and moved to look at herself in the mirror. "You look gorgeous." I told her. "It's a good job that you are a natural blonde otherwise you would still be casting a shadow from beneath the dress." She let out a small laugh. "But I'm not." She said. She looked at me and said, "I think your dress would look so much nicer too, if you took off your bra." "I couldn't do that." I replied. "This one is almost transparent. You would be able to see my breasts." She smiled. "I know. That's why it would look so much nicer." My nipples hardened even more. "Would you really like me to take it off?" "Mmm, of course I would." She said. I sat there for a few seconds before I slipped the shoulder straps down and undid the ties of the bra and pulled it off. I slipped the straps back up. When I looked into the mirror I could see that my breasts were clearly visible. "That's so much better." Brenda said. "So, so much better." I felt a little embarrassed but also excited. I wanted her to be able to see my breasts. I was being turned on by the thought of her eyes looking over my body. "What about that meal?" she asked. "What would you like? I asked in return. "We have some good take-away restaurants around here. Everything from burgers to Thai." "I don't think so." She said. "With us all dressed up I think that we will eat out. My treat." Despite my protests about going out with my breasts exposed we found ourselves in one of Brenda's favourite restaurants less than half an hour later. We had a wonderful meal and an even more wonderful evening. Brenda bought a bottle of Champaign to celebrate both my birthday and my new job and we consumed that as well as a bottle of wine. At one point one of the waiters made a remark that led us to believe that he thought Brenda was my mother. This made us both giggle. As the restaurant was only fifteen minutes away from home we decided to walk back. It was almost eleven o'clock when we started out and only being dressed in the flimsiest of clothes we were quite cold by the time we reached home. I turned the gas fire on as soon as we got in and asked Brenda if she would like a hot drink. "I would rather have some more wine, if you have any." She said. "I have a few bottles in the refrigerator." I told her, and then went to get one, and two glasses. We pushed the sofa back a little and then sat on the floor leaning against it in front of the fire, sipping the wine. "Did you mind the waiter thinking that I was your daughter?" I asked. "No, not in the least. In fact I was rather flattered." She answered. "I haven't enjoyed myself so much in ages as I have this evening. Then for someone to think I could have a daughter as beautiful as you, well it just made my day. Did you mind that he thought I was your mother?" I turned my face to hers and said, "No, I would love to have you for my mum. I can't remember my mum, she died when I was just a baby. I would have loved it if she were like you. The way you stuck up for me this afternoon, that was just like a mum would look after her daughter." I then noticed that she was running her fingers through my hair. I moved my head and kissed the palm of her hand. She pulled the hem of her dress up her legs and reached behind my back and placed one hand onto my waist and then the other onto the other side. She pulled me gently to her and said, "Come here," as she lifted her knees slightly and parted her legs, "come and sit here, in front of me." I let her manoeuvre me into position. I was now sitting with my back to her. She again started to run her fingers through my hair. I felt her lean forward and gently move my body slightly to her left before she carefully kissed my neck. She then touched my earlobe with the tip of her tongue. I sighed heavily, leaned back onto her shoulder and closed my eyes. "Do you mind?" she whispered. "No." "Did you like it?" "Mmm." I still lay with my head on her shoulder and my eyes closed when she kissed my neck again, whilst continuing to run her fingers through my hair. I could feel my nipples hardening. I didn't want her to stop. "Would you like me to be your mummy?" she whispered into my ear. I turned to her, opened my eyes and with a lump in my throat and a quiver in my voice I heard my self whisper back, "I would rather have you as my lover." Our faces slowly came together. I saw her close her eyes and as I closed mine our lips met. We kissed softly." "I could be both." She whispered as we kissed again. I reached out and placed a hand behind her neck, pulling our lips together harder. We broke our kiss and she whispered, "Would you like that?" We kissed again. "Mmm, very much." Our next kiss was much longer and more passionate. I felt her tongue dancing on my lips so I open them to allow her to explore the inside of my mouth. Our tongues played with each other as we kissed deeply. When we broke I lay my head back onto her shoulder and she again started kissing my neck. She moved her hands towards my breasts. She was so gentle I couldn't feel her fingers touching, only the very light material of my dress dancing over my nipples. They responded by swelling and hardening. My breath deepened. I started to gently roll my head on her shoulder. "Bite my neck, I want you to bite my neck." I gasped. I felt her lips open and her teeth gently nibble at my flesh. Her mouth forming a vacuum, sucking as she gently bit. "I want you to leave your mark on me." I whispered. "Bite me, mark me." She continued on my neck as she slipped her hands down the front of my dress and caressed my breasts. I was in heaven. I lifted my ass slightly from the floor as her hands made gentle contact. My pussy was getting wet and excited. I had never felt like this before. After a minute or so she removed her hands and stopped sucking at my neck. "Sit forward a little for mummy." She said. I slipped forward a few inches and felt her as she took the hem of her dress and lifted it up and off of her body. "Let mummy help her little darling out of this." She said as she took the hem of my own dress. I lifted my ass and raised my arms so that she could slip it off. The fabric slowly glided along my body. The feeling was electric. I then sat back against her naked body. Her hard nipples pressed into my shoulders. "My baby won't need these getting in the way either." She said as she placed a thumb in each side of my panties and slowly slipped them down my legs. She replaced her hands on my breasts and started caressing them again. "Does my baby like mummy playing with her beautiful little titties?" "It's wonderful mummy." She let go of my breasts and reached down to my knees. She lifted them slightly and slipped her legs inside of mine. She replaced her hands onto my breasts again and started kissing my neck and ear. As she did so she raised her knees slightly, hooked my ankles with hers and slowly, ever so slightly opened my legs. I could feel her wet, bald pussy on my back. I turned my head to hers and we kissed deeply. Her hands were caressing harder and faster. "Let mummy play with your titties for a while longer." She whispered in my ear as she broke our long kiss. "Then she will make her precious baby feel nice, really nice. I promise." Her hands continued with their magical movements and her lips, tongue and teeth started to play with my neck again. I was on a real high, breathing heavily and deeply. I closed my eyes, I couldn't stop them from rolling in their sockets. Her hands slowly slid onto my tummy and started lightly caressing in circles before returning to my breasts. My nipples were rock hard and had swollen more than I had ever experienced before. Her hands slid onto my tummy again and back to my breasts. She continued with these movements, each time getting nearer and nearer to my pussy. As they made another pass to my tummy I lifted my ass slightly. I so wanted her to touch my most intimate parts. I was aching to be touched. "Shh my little baby, mummy will please you when you are ready. We have no hurry, we have all the time in the world." She removed one of her hands and picked up my full glass of wine and placed it onto my lips. I took a sip. "Drink it all my darling, drink it all up for mummy." She said. I drank it. She placed the glass back onto the floor and filled it again, emptying the bottle. She put it to my lips again. "Will baby drink some more for mummy?" She asked. I took another sip. "Does she want her baby to drink more?" I asked "Oh yes." She replied, "Mummy wants her baby to drink it all". "Why?" I asked. "Because mummy thinks that when she has finished making her little honey nice she would like her to make mummy nice in all sorts of wonderful ways." She answered. "And a little wine will help baby do all those wonderful things to mummy." I took another sip. "Your baby wants to make you nice." I told her, then drank the rest of the wine. I already felt slightly light-headed, and completely uninhibited. I had never felt so sexually aroused in my life as I did at that moment. She continued to play with my breasts and was rolling my nipples with her fingers. She spread the palms of her hands and slipped them back to my tummy. I again lifted my ass slightly. "Does my baby really want mummy to play with her pussy?" she asked. She already knew the answer. As she sucked my ear she moved her ankles out sideways, parting my legs wide. I could feel the heat of the fire warming my soaked pussy. Her hands were back on my breasts, kneading and caressing them. They slipped onto my tummy and continued downwards. I pressed my whole body into hers. Her nipples dug into my back. Her hands slipped either side of my pussy and onto my inner thighs. She moved her chin onto my shoulder. I could feel her cheek on the love bite that she had been giving me. She whispered, "Mummy wants to watch this. Does baby want mummy to watch as she plays with her pussy?" "Yes, yes, yes." I groaned, "I want mummy to look at my body. It's turning me on so much." She carefully slid her palms along my thighs, every time stopping just short of my pussy before changing direction to caress my tummy. It was driving me wild. I wanted, no, needed her to touch my pussy before I burst. Her hands again slid down my tummy and then along my thighs. This time she didn't slide them up to my tummy on their return. Instead she just kept going backward and forward on my thighs. She peeked over my shoulder as her hands came within touching distance of my pubic hair. "You have a gorgeous bush my darling." I heard her whisper. "Such a lovely rich red. Mummy will eat that for you in a little while. Would you like that?" "Mmmmmmmm" was all the noise that I could utter. I was way past being able to speak. My whole insides were ready to explode. "Mummy thinks that you are ready now." She said. This time, as her hands came back towards my pussy they didn't stop. They both touched the soaking pink flesh of my lips. She wet her fingers in my juices and played with me. She caressed my pussy with one hand and my clit with the other. "My, my, mummy's little baby has a cunt that is red hot. I wonder if her little ass is as well." She lubricated her fingers a little more and opened my legs even further. She slid one hand beneath me and her slippery fingers made straight for my ass hole. She used my juices to lubricate it." "Are you ready my precious darling?" she whispered. She simultaneously plunged three fingers into my pussy whilst slipping a single finger into my ass. I wanted to close my legs but couldn't as her feet were holding them tightly open. "Come on my baby, ride mummy's fingers with your cunt." She said as I tried to move my body to meet with the thrusts of her fingers. "You have the most wonderful cunt that I have ever seen. Come on baby, ride me, ride me. Oh, come on baby, cum for mummy. That's a good girl, Let yourself go." My whole body exploded. One finger in my ass, three in my pussy all-thrusting like there was no tomorrow, and a thumb that kept making contact with my clit. I didn't moan, I screamed. On and on my climax continued. I never thought that it was going to end. I was desperate to close my legs but they were still pinned wide open. This made the climax more violent and last much longer. I had never had an experience to anywhere match this. Brenda started to slow the movements of her hands and she slipped the finger out of my ass. Then she removed her fingers from my pussy and placed both hands onto it where she slowly caressed to make my climax last as long as possible. She released the grip on my legs and I slowly closed them onto her hands. Mummy had kept her promise and made her baby feel nice, really nice. I turned to face her, shifting my ass so that I was sitting on her leg. She ran her wet fingertips over my nipples as our mouths came together. "Thank you mummy, that was wonderful." I told her. Should we have some more wine my darling?" she asked. I got up and went to the kitchen to fetch another bottle. As I returned I heard Brenda say, "Come over here honey, come and sit with mummy." I followed her command. I refilled the two glasses and passed one to Brenda. I sat astride her legs, facing her. She sipped her wine and then stood her glass on the floor. As I started to take a sip from my glass Brenda put her hand on it. "Come my baby, let mummy help you drink." She tilted the glass slightly and as she did so she reached down between my legs and started stroking my pussy again. I looked her in the face, such a pretty face. Her long blonde hair flowing over her shoulders almost reached her engorged, pink nipples. I drank the glass dry. I was feeling quite light-headed, not drunk, just happy and without a care in the world. She took the glass from me, leaned forward and started sucking on my nipples whilst still stroking my pussy. She lifted her head and said, "Do you know what mummy would like you to do now?" "No." I answered, "But I will do anything that you want me to." "Mummy would like you to let her shave your pussy, to make it as smooth as her own. Will you let her do that to you?" I didn't answer, I just stood, took her hand and pulled her to her feet. I led her into the bathroom. I couldn't quite walk in a straight line, the wine was affecting me more than I thought. I took a battery-powered trimmer from a cupboard and passed it to Brenda. Next I collected a can of shaving gel and a razor from the same cupboard and lay them on a shelf above the hand basin. I took a towel from the rack, lay it on the side of the bathtub, sat on it and opened my legs. "Do whatever you want to me." I told her. She got down onto her knees with the trimmer in her hand, lent forward and kissed me, a long lingering kiss. I heard the trimmer burst into life. I opened my legs further as the trimmer made its first pass over my bush. A great clump of rich red hair fell to the towel covering the floor between my feet as the vibrations of the implement made my pussy tingle. It didn't take many seconds before my once thick bush was reduced to just a mat of stubble. Brenda stood, turned the trimmer off and reached for the shaving gel and razor. She squirted a stream of the gel onto her fingers and started to massage it into my crotch. As she kissed me she gently built up a rich creamy lather until all of the stubble was covered. She half filled the hand basin with warm water before returning to between my legs. She carefully took the first cut from just below my navel to just above my clit. She swirled the razor in the warm water before taking another cut. Four or five minutes of careful shaving later she emptied the basin and took a face flannel, held it under the running warm water and wiped the excess foam from my crotch. I looked down and saw my new bald pussy. Just the sight of it turned me on. Brenda dried me with the towel and then took my hand and led me out of the bathroom. She took me to the sofa. We kissed and caressed for a while before she leaned forward and filled my glass again and passed it to me. She picked up her own glass and drank her wine. "Do you want me drunk?" I asked her "Oh, no my darling." She replied. "I just want you totally relaxed and to loose every one of your inhibitions. I want you to do things to me, and I want to do things to you that you have never dreamed of." I drank the glass of wine. "You don't have to worry about that." I said. "I'm ready to do anything that you want. I will do anything." "Put your glass down then." She said. "It's time that mummy took her baby to bed." She took my hand and led me to my bedroom. As she closed the door behind us she put her arms around my waist and placed her lips onto mine. We kissed more deeply and passionately than we had done before. I could feel the alcohol working on my brain. I really was ready for anything, anything at all. I ran my fingers through her hair as the kiss continued, pulling her mouth ever harder onto mine. Our tongues were playing together, darting between our mouths. She broke the kiss. I tried to re-instate it but she had other things on her mind. She stepped back and I took a long look at her body. She looked divine, from her long flowing blonde hair to her naked pussy. Her small perky breasts and slim waist belonged to a girl much nearer my age than hers. And her pussy, well that was something special. I had never seen a shaved pussy before. It was simply gorgeous, all pink and wet, very wet. She walked over to the bed, pulled the cover off and climbed on. I walked to the foot of the bed as she lay down onto her back. She lifted her knees and spread her legs wide. Her pussy was gaping, inviting attention. "Come my beauty." She said. "Come and play with mummy. Mummy wants you to come and have some fun with her body. She wants you to do wonderful things to it, and mummy will make her baby all nice again. Would you like mummy to do that for you honey?" "Mummy's baby wants to make her nice, so nice that she screams." I replied. "Would mummy like that? Would she like to be made so nice that she screams?" I couldn't take my eyes off of her body. It was just perfect. "Mmm, I would like that. Come and play with me." She answered. I went and lay beside her. I put one arm around her and we kissed. "I'll tell you what I want you to do." She said, "Will you do as mummy asks?" "I'll do everything that you ask." I replied. "That's a good girl." She said. "You can start by kissing mummy's titties." Her breasts were tiny like my own but her nipples stood hard and swollen like two dark brown marshmallows, her more lightly coloured aureoles like two little saucers. I caressed both of her breasts and twiddled her nipples between fingers and thumbs. She let out a sigh. I removed one hand and replaced it with my mouth. I sucked her nipple between my lips and lapped at it with my tongue, slowly increasing the vacuum as I preceded. I continued to play with her other nipple with my fingers. Feeling the Pinch She placed a hand onto the back of my head and pulled my face harder onto her breast. I increased my movement. I couldn't believe it as I felt her nipple swell and harden even more. I took my face from her breast and as I moved up the bed to kiss her I noticed my reflection in a mirror. The love bite that she had given me was huge and red raw. I slipped my knee onto her pussy as I kissed her. As our tongues met I started to move my knee gently up and down. Only slight movements but when she tried to let out a moan I knew that it was having the desired effect. I broke the kiss and whispered, "I'm going to mark you, like you did me. I'm going to leave you with a visible sign that will remind you of our first night together." Before she could protest I increased the pressure between my knee and her pussy and clamped my lips on the soft flesh at the side of her neck, just above her shoulder. I sucked hard and nibbled at the trapped flesh with my teeth. She slipped a hand onto my ass and caressed it, pulling my body tighter against her own. She slipped a finger onto my asshole and started to slide it up and down. I increased the pressure of my actions on her neck. When I eventually released my mouth I was presented with a love bite every bit as pronounced as my own. "Mummy wants baby's cunt on her mouth." She told me, "And I want her to play with mummy's." She placed her hands onto my waist, turned me around and positioned me on top of her. My eyes were suddenly greeted with a gaping, wet pussy. Her knees were flat on the bed and her legs open wide, her pussy juices trickling onto the bed. Before I could do anything her face plunged onto my pussy and her tongue entered me. She slapped one hand onto the top of my ass and caressed my clit with her other thumb. My mouth instinctively made contact with her pussy and I sucked her engorged clit between my lips. She responded by lifting her ass from the bed. She reached down my body and started to caress my breasts with her hands, my own determination not to break the contact between my pussy and her mouth was the only thing to bind them together. I slipped a finger inside her whilst continuing to suck and lick her clit. Her mouth released my pussy for just long enough for her to say that she wanted me to put my hand inside her before her lips and tongue returned to pleasuring me. I removed my lips from her clit and replaced them with fingers. I wanted to watch myself entering my hand into her pussy. I cupped my fingers together and slowly inserted them. When they were as deep as my knuckles I felt a little resistance so I eased the pressure only to feel Brenda lift her ass and push her body forward onto my hand. It slipped in a little further, upto the knuckle of my thumb. Her mouth broke contact with my pussy and her head lay back onto the pillow. She pushed again and my hand slipped deeper inside, my top knuckles coming to rest at the entrance of her pussy hole. I started to rub her clit between the fingers and thumb of my other hand. She was breathing heavily. "Mummy loves having a hand in her cunt" she gasped as she again pushed her body down onto my hand. With her juices lubricating it, it slipped further in, past my wrist. It was tight but I managed to slip it backwards and forwards, fucking her as gently as I could. My head was swimming by now, the copious amounts of alcohol that I had consumed had left me totally relaxed. Brenda continued to meet my gentle thrusts with her body. "Mummy wants you to open your legs a little wider." I heard her say. I tried to open them more but I couldn't. "Let mummy help you." She said as she pulled my knees slightly further apart. "Baby is going to feel mummy's hand inside her." She said. "I don't think that I could take your hand inside me." I told her. "Let mummy try my darling." She replied. "I promise that I won't hurt you." I felt her place a hand on top of my ass and could feel her removing the rings from her fingers. As she moved I heard them being placed onto the cabinet beside the bed. She wiped my pussy juices onto her hand and then I felt her fingertips at the entrance of my pussy. She quickly slipped them inside me until they became tight. I didn't think that they were in very far. She kept pressing in little bursts and they slipped in a tiny bit further each time. I had stopped my own hand movements inside her by this time. "My, your little cunt is very tight my darling." she said as she continued trying to get her hand in deeper. "We will have to see if we can help you a little." She leaned forward and started to lick my asshole and probe its entrance with her tongue. My whole tummy tightened and I could feel my pussy relaxing. She pushed her hand in a little deeper. "Fuck mummy's cunt my precious." She told me and I started to move my hand again. She started to fuck me with her hand. I guess that it was only in as deep as her top knuckles and I didn't think that she would be able to enter me any further. As I fucked her with my hand she started to tense up, her breathing was hard and fast. I could feel myself welling up to an orgasm as she pushed hard with her hand and it slipped right inside me. It hurt as it entered but I still pressed hard against it. We were pumping each other hard and just as she started to lift her ass from the bed I felt her free hand make contact with my clit. I kept pumping my hand in and out of her as she did the same to me while she also played roughly with my clit. As her whole body went rigid and her ass lifted right off of the bed pressing her pussy right over my hand I too exploded with a climax like I had never experienced before. She pulled her hand out of me and wrapped her lips around my clit, licking and sucking at it furiously. I followed her lead and did the same to her. After a short while I collapsed on top of her, exhausted. She pulled me around and wrapped her arms around me. I looked her in the eyes and we kissed, and kissed, and kissed. She slipped off of the bed and picked the covers off of the floor. She climbed back beside me and put the covers over us before slipping her arm around me and pulling me so that my head lay on her shoulder, my leg lay across her body. "Will you stay with me tomorrow night?" I asked. "Do you want me to?" she asked in reply. "I want you to stay every night." I said. "Especially if we can make love like that again." "I will stay if you want me to." She said. "But that was just the beginning, just the tip of the iceberg. We have much more exploring to do and many more experiences to come." She reached down between my legs and started to fondle my pussy again. "Mummy wants to play with your cunt a little more before we go to sleep, do you mind?" she asked. I just opened my legs for her as I started to suck her nipple again. "At the weekend you must come home with me." She said. "I have a young maid who comes to help me then. You will like her, she is so sweet. She has just turned twenty and has a body made in heaven. We can play with her together." I started to suck her nipple harder. She opened her legs and my hand immediately headed down to her pussy. To be continued. If you enjoyed my story please send me feedback. I would love to hear from other like-minded girls.